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@ 2008-07-18 18:43:00
|Entry tags:||*final fantasy tactics, author: sakru909|
Dreaming of Commoners, Final Fantasy Tactics (Algus/Delita)
Title: Dreaming of Commoners
Warnings: Refrences to non-explicit sexual acts and masturbation.
Word count: 421
Prompt: July 18 - Final Fantasy Tactics, Algus/Delita: wet dream - he [Algus] felt ashamed, not just because he was a man, but also a commoner.
Summary: Algus wakes up to that dream of Delita holding onto him, making love to him, and bringing his tortured mind peace and hates it.
Algus had woken with a start, sitting up from his position on top of his sleeping bag. He looked around the camp to see if anyone had waken up, but sees that his teammates are still sound asleep. He watched them for awhile before giving a gruff sigh and lying back down on the sleeping bag.
He’s been having this same dream for the longest time, ever since Ramza, Delita, and himself had gone to Igros Castle to help guard it. He hated having this dream because of what happened in it, what he did in it.
Closing his eyes as if to sleep, Algus found that his brain wouldn’t let him. He mumbled some obscenities and turned on his side to look at Delita, still sleeping peacefully. Algus frowned at the strains of brown hair that stuck up out of the sleeping bag and started to wonder why. Why is it Delita the one in his dreams, why was he the one touching him, caressing him?
He felt ashamed, not just because Delita was a man, but also a commoner. He was a lowly soldier who acted like he belonged to some noble family, that he was more then what his station allowed him to be. He was everything Algus hated, but he felt compelled to this man in ways that he never had before. Algus didn’t like feeling this way towards the peasant, but sometimes Delita felt like more than some commoner mutt.
Algus tried to ignore the pain in his lower stomach and shut his eyes again. He can remember his dream when he closes his eyes. Of Delita above his, kissing his cheeks which were oddly wet with tears. He can remember the commoner peeling off his clothes slowly, caressing his sensitive flesh with his hands and tongue. He can remember feeling the other man inside him, there was no pain, there was only an odd sense of peace that he so desperately needed.
Algus then blinks open his eyes and found himself dreaming again. He lifted up his hand and saw that it was covered with odd traces of semen. He growled out and wiped his hand on the grass in frustration. He hadn’t even been trying to fall asleep, but after all this adventuring he was too tired to fight it. Algus decided to try and make the best of it and closed his eyes back in sleep.
For the rest of the night, and until morning, he had a small smile on his face.