Chichiri no da (chichirinoda) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-10 12:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: chichirinoda, f: star ocean till the end of time, july 10, p: albel/cliff |
Leverage, (Albel/Cliff)
Title: Leverage
Author: chichirinoda
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut ^_^
Summary: I think the prompt sums it up well enough that there's no need for any further summary: Star Ocean: Till the end of time - Cliff/Albel - touching/voyeurism - Cliff watches Albel touch himself in his sleep.
Fayt's body was lithe and warm underneath him. The boy squirmed restlessly and Cliff shifted to stop him, re-affirming his hold on his wrist and grinding him more firmly into the grass.
"No fair!" Fayt protested, heaving upwards, but Cliff barely moved. He laughed at the boy's ineffectual struggles.
"What's not fair?"
"You're too heavy! How am I supposed to do anything like this?"
"Then I guess you'll just have to give in," Cliff purred, leaning in close teasingly. "And from now on, you'll have to make sure you only fight scrawny, light people." He chortled, grinning down at the pouting face below.
"I thought you said--"
"Dragon's dung, will you either get off him, or fuck him already?" A new voice sounded from nearby, just at the edge of the clearing that Cliff and Fayt had chosen as the appropriate site for a bit of hand-to-hand training.
Cliff didn't need to look around to know who it was.
"See? Like Albel for instance," Cliff said, rolling off the blushing boy and then giving him a hand up. "He's so skinny, I'm sure even you could take him."
"What did you say, worm?" Albel snapped angrily.
"Just ignore him, Albel," Fayt said, shooting a general look that seemed to include the two men equally. Cliff just laughed at the look on Albel's face before the slender man turned and stalked off.
Well, now that that rude - and jealous - interruption was dealt with. "What were you saying, Fayt?"
"Uh...oh right. I thought it was all about leverage," Fayt said distractedly.
Cliff chuckled and clapped Fayt on the shoulder, earning himself a smile. "Everything is about leverage. I'll teach you that part next time. Let's get back - it's getting dark."
Albel growled at them both for the rest of the evening, and by the time they retired, even Cliff was wondering why - he'd have thought he wouldn't give a crap. But somehow even the rabid dog was starting to get under his skin a bit. He was starting to care, just a little.
Care enough to do something he knew was stupid, as soon as they got back to the room they were sharing.
"All right, what's eating you?" Cliff demanded as he closed the door. He folded his arms and leaned against it, glowering at the smaller man, who seemed to be studiously trying to ignore him. Who'd thought it was a good idea to put the two of them in a room together anyway?
"Nothing's eating me," Albel said finally, shooting a glance at him under bi-coloured bangs. "What's your problem?"
Cliff sighed. "Look, it's pretty obvious what is going on here--"
"Oh yeah?" Suddenly Albel was in front of him, and Cliff was confronted by the fact that despite the fact that he probably had a hundred pounds on the other man, they were almost of a height. "Well I don't care what you think is obvious. I don't want to talk about it. Particularly with you." Venom dripped from his lips, along with the derision.
Cliff rolled his eyes and raised his hands in surrender. "All right, all right. If you don't want to talk about it, we won't talk about it. But I don't know what you're getting so jealous about."
Albel hissed like a snake. "Who's jealous?"
"No one, clearly," Cliff replied. He reached out and nudged Albel aside, then moved towards his bed. "If you try anything with Fayt, he'd better not come crying to me in the morning, or it'll be your head."
There was a short pause, then Albel stalked to his bed and flung himself down on it so hard the springs rattled. "Don't even try to threaten me. It's pathetic."
"Whatever," Cliff sighed. He turned his back and undressed, listening as Albel did the same, and not long after the lanterns were blown out and they'd both slid into bed, he was asleep.
But Cliff didn't sleep for long. A soft sound awakened him perhaps an hour later, and it took his addled brain a few moments to process what it was. The quiet indrawn breath was followed by a heartfelt moan, and the squeak of springs as Albel shifted.
Cliff opened his eyes and turned his head to look, and wasn't surprised by what he saw by the moonlight streaming in through the open window.
Albel lay spread-eagled on the bed, the moonlight glinting on his artificial arm and turning his skin and hair to silver. The covers had been pushed down by his movement, and it was easy to see the deceptively-slender hand curled around his own cock, pulling in a quick and almost frantic rhythm.
Though he was obviously asleep - no way would Albel be doing this so brazenly if he had any idea of what he was doing - his forehead was furrowed as if in an effort of concentration. His lips were parted, and Cliff could see the sheen of moisture on his lips as Albel gasped quietly for breath.
Cliff felt his throat go dry at the beautiful sight.
Holy shit...that... That was not a position he'd ever expected to see Albel. And he certainly wasn't complaining.
As Albel gasped again and writhed, calling out with soft moans and wordless pleas to whoever he was dreaming about, Cliff dropped his own hand down to the join of his legs and gave his cock a squeeze, trying to release the pressure. It definitely didn't help, and a jolt of pleasure and desire went through him at the slightest touch.
The night was warm and the blankets were stifling, Though he had no sleep clothes to wear since the crash and subsequent incarceration, he flung off the blankets and curled his hand around his own cock, stroking slowly and suppressing a moan of his own.
Did Albel have any idea how goddamned hot he was? To think he was capable of looking so undone and wanton, when he was usually so surly and controlled.
Cliff had certainly had no idea.
His cock was hard and almost aching now, and the pace of Cliff's strokes was increasing despite his own desire to keep things quiet and not wake Albel. He could only imagine the reaction if that were to happen. In fact, his dread at the thought was so acute that for an instant he thought he caught sight of a suspicious glint, as if Albel's eyes were open after all.
Blinking with a sudden surge of near-panic, he realized it was only a trick of the moonlight, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
A few moments later the moon went behind a cloud and the room was plunged into complete darkness. Cliff's hand certainly didn't slow, the fantasy before his eyes segueing seamlessly into the fantasy in his mind. He let his eyes drift closed as he imagined Albel writhing under the touch of his own hands, imagined the other man's lip between his teeth as he struggled to keep quiet under the assault. Cliff's own lower lip snuck between his teeth as a groan bubbled up in his throat.
Then he felt his wrist seized in an iron grip, the points of Albel's razor-sharp artificial fingers digging into the tendons and pulling his hand away from his cock. Before Cliff could begin to move, Albel straddled his hips, a more-human hand planting itself firmly in the middle of the Klausian's chest.
"Well, well," Albel sneered. "Enjoying the show?"
Cliff's chest heaved under Albel's hand as he gasped for breath and he stared up at the other man in shock. The moon came out again, lighting the man in silver once again. But there was nothing gentle about the smirk on Albel's face.
"W-well, it's not like you were charging admission," Cliff managed.
"Typical," Albel snorted. "Joking when you're embarrassed and trying to turn it around on me. Embarrassed you were caught? Were you thinking about me, or about Fayt? I bet you do like children, and that's why you so generously offered wrestling lessons."
"I knew you were jealous," Cliff growled, holding back the laugh only because he was a bit worried the psychotic swordsman would eviscerate him. "For the record, I was thinking about you just now. Of course I was! You were right there, naked and jerking off."
And he was still naked. And erect, Cliff was stunned to see. Albel's cock hung heavy and proud over Cliff's stomach, and Cliff's cock was pressed hard against Albel's buttocks. It'd be a perfect position if it weren't for the murderous glare on Albel's face.
Albel's eyes widened slightly, and then his lips spread in a wide smirk. "I see. Then I guess it's time to teach you that everything really is all about leverage."
It took Cliff a second, and then he recalled what he'd told Fayt earlier that day. "Wha-- hey wait--" Words failed him as Albel reached behind himself and curled his hand around Cliff's cock.
The slender swordsman lifted up and shifted down a couple of inches, then threw his head back with a groan as he impaled himself on Cliff's cock.
Cliff couldn't breathe. Albel was completely unprepared, that was obvious from how incredibly, incredibly tightly he squeezed every inch of Cliff's dick as he settled down until he was rocking directly against Cliff's lap. Albel didn't seem to care, though, from the way he gasped and moaned, inch by torturous inch. He didn't flinch for one second, and Cliff's body was in no state to allow him to do anything about it. He couldn't have moved his hands to try to stop Albel even if he'd wanted to.
And dear gods, stopping him was the last thing he wanted to do.
Finally Albel stopped, his buttocks warm against Cliff's skin and his body wrapped hot and close around his cock. Albel's eyes opened and he smirked - he smirked - down at Cliff.
"I knew you'd be big," Albel purred. "Everything about you is big, and slow, and stupid." He rocked with each word, and Cliff strangled an involuntary cry as a spark of pleasure shot through him like a lightning bolt. "You're not thinking about that little boy now, are you?"
"Y-you're a fucking lunatic," Cliff moaned, then belatedly realized that that was probably not the smartest thing to say as Albel's self-satisfied smirk darkened to a glare and his rocking began to increase in intensity.
Cliff somehow managed to get his hands to obey him and he grabbed Albel's thighs as the swordsman began to thrust with abandon. "W-wait, Albel..." he gasped, scarcely able to think. Albel did have the leverage, and though he held on tight he couldn't slow him down. Blood began to slick the way, and Cliff cried out again as the friction turned from almost painful to pure ecstasy.
"You going to accuse me of raping you next?" Albel hissed, his eyes snapping with rage. "That's rich."
"No!" Cliff cried out, and finally managed to heave upwards. Albel had leverage, but Cliff had experience, and was strong. He flipped Albel onto his back and grabbed his hands before the swordsman could scratch his eyes out or something.
For a moment, all movement stopped. The two men panted, their breath mingling and their bodies still joined intimately with Cliff thrust deeply into Albel.
Albel glared up at Cliff like a trapped animal, ready to bite.
It took Cliff a moment to gather his thoughts, and he held on tight to Albel as he tried to convince his mouth to obey him. Finally he bent and pressed a tender kiss to Albel's lips, then smiled at the utterly poleaxed look Albel gave him. At that, he found his voice.
"You didn't need to do this this way," he whispered. "If you wanted me, all you had to do was ask."
Albel's mouth worked for a moment, and then he smirked. "Are you going to talk, or fuck me, musclebrain?"
"Fuck you," Cliff promised, shifting into a slow rhythm that made Albel's eyes roll back in his head. "Definitely fuck you."