Star Ocean 3, Cliff/Albel - fightsex (1/3) sorry D:
Cliff hadn't gotten there quickly enough to stop Albel from putting his sword through Fayt's pillow. Thankfully, the kid could dodge pretty well and seemed to be holding his own while Cliff stood in the hallway and struggled to decide if he should intervene. The blond paced and cursed his way up and down the length of the hallway, resisting the strong urge to go in there and throttle the Airyglyphian himself.
Just put his big, Klausian hands around that neck and squeeze.
In the end, Fayt proved he was the forgiving sort. But as Albel had told him - smirkingly, to his face - he was a bit on the naive side.
Cliff had worked too hard to lose Fayt to some mad dog from a primitive planet. Fayt might have forgiven Albel already - and for some reason, thought well of him - but Cliff wasn't about to let him off so easily.
When the door opened, Cliff pulled out of sight and waited as Albel emerged from the room, then followed him downstairs into the silent and empty common room of the inn. Cliff might be big, but he could be pretty damn stealthy when he wanted to be.
Not stealthy enough, unfortunately. As Albel hit the bottom of the stairs, he started to turn towards him and Cliff made his move.
In a twinkling he'd slammed Albel against the nearest wall, a hand encircling the slender swordsman's throat while the other crushed Albel's hand around the pommel of his sword, preventing the draw.
"What the fuck?" Albel hissed. He made a brief attempt to struggle and Cliff squeezed, which made Albel's eyes widen in shock and maybe a bit of fear. Clearly he hadn't felt a Klausian's strength before. The chain on the collar around Albel's throat bit into Cliff's palm. That thing was pretty solid - no throttling today, Cliff realized belatedly.
Well, better not to waste time, anyway. Cliff was looking and didn't see any fear in Albel's eyes after all. Only rage.
And cornered animals tended to bite when they got angry.
"Lemme just get one thing straight," Cliff growled, leaning in close and holding Albel still with the bulk of his body. "Fayt may have forgiven you, but I don't. Stay away from him, you hear me?"
Albel snorted. "Fuck. You," he said with precise enunciation. "Who the fuck do you think you are, telling me what to do?"
"I'm the one who sees you for what you are," Cliff returned.
Damn, why wasn't Albel even looking intimidated? He shifted in Cliff's grasp and the Klausian tightened his grip.
"And what am I?" Albel hissed, his voice low and menacing.
"You're dangerous, that's what you are," Cliff replied. "You--" He cut off, realizing something unexpected. His voice dropped as he felt his throat tighten with a mixture of shock and revulsion. "You're hard. Is that what gets you off? Threatening kids?"
Cliff shook his head and continued ruthlessly. "Or maybe it's this. You like being pinned by someone bigger than you, Albel?" It was cruel and a bit childish, he knew, but it was only this kind of thing - these kinds of Alpha male games - that someone like Albel would understand.
Suddenly something hard and cool slipped down between them, past Cliff's stomach and a bit lower. It was Albel's left hand and as those cold metallic fingers closed around Cliff's groin he realized that that wasn't a gauntlet Albel wore. It was a mechanical arm, tipped with razor-sharp talons.
The fingertips dug in slightly and Cliff tensed. "Doesn't seem like I'm the only one enjoying this, maggot," Albel whispered, squeezing.
Cliff realized with a shock that Albel was right - he was half-hard and getting harder in Albel's grip.
Sweat sprung out on Cliff's forehead. He'd been a bit sloppy and now Albel had him - literally - by the balls. He had to turn the tables, fast.
Ignoring the points of the fingertips for the moment, he pressed their bodies flush together and shifted his hand from about Albel's neck, curling his fingers around the chain that hung from the collar and tugging sharply. Albel's eyes widened again, then narrowed.
"Maybe so, but I think you do like getting pinned. Who gave you this collar, Albel? Not exactly normal battle attire. Does he fuck you from behind like a dog, too?"