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Sorry for the delay on Sic Semper, you guys. I'm moving in a few weeks and I've been working on the Abyss Kinkfest fics. :3
Speaking of which, here's the first of what I hope will be a few of my contributions...
Title: Fonsex Hotline 101
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Word Count: 2,158
Spoilers: Right up to Eldrant.
Summary: The fontech robots of Eldrant are astonishingly kinky. FontechxGuy+Luke. Warning: NC-17.
Notes: For the Tales of the Abyss Kinkfest, to which I shall link later. Uh... this is kind of unedited. It's super-late but I wanted to post it anyway >_> I'll fix any typos later, sorry. Also, the title is horrible. -_-;
...NO THIS FIC IS NOT A SELF-INSERT.
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They'd become separated from the others somehow. Luke felt inclined to blame it on Guy, who kept wavering between staying focused on the goal and wandering off to look at whatever caught his interest. He couldn't blame Guy for that however - if anything, he was somewhat envious of the elder man for having a childhood (even a painful one) to remember so vividly. Unfortunately such memories were not quite clear enough to get them through the city and back to the others.
"I think you're just getting us more lost, Guy."
Guy sighed, scuffing a hand through his hair, and scanned their surroundings once again. "I think you're right," he admitted, visibly annoyed by the situation. Luke felt a tiny thrill of victory at the confession. "I could've sworn there was a more direct route here, but it might not have been replicated yet."
Luke lifted an eyebrow at him, hands on his hips. "If we're even looking in the right place."
"... That too." Guy chuckled faintly, then shrugged his shoulders, turning back to his companion. "Come on, let's get-whoa!"
Luke couldn't help but gawk as the floor quite suddenly gave way beneath Guy's feet, and he disappeared in a flourish of darkness and grey smoke, parts of the floor crumbling around the hole left behind. "Guy!!" He rushed over, mindful of the sorry state of the floor, and waved away the smoke as best as he could, peering down in an attempt to find his friend. "Guy, are you okay?!"
He heard a groan, then the sound of sliding rocks. "... Yeah, I'm fine. I think I found that shortcut. The lanterns down here are out, though. I can barely see a thing."
Luke frowned. Guy's voice sounded strangely far away. "Can you get back out?" He didn't relish the idea of sliding down into that mess.
There was some shuffling for a moment, then a soft curse. "The wreckage from the collapse blocked off the entrance. We're going to have to dig it out."
Withholding a groan, Luke nodded. "Figures." He carefully stepped over the edge, sliding down the sloped tunnel and feeling around. "You have the worst luck, Guy."
Guy just laughed, and together they began to clear away the rubble. It wasn't long, however, before Guy called for a halt, muttering something, and Luke went still, leaning against the half-cleared wall to hear him better. "What?"
"There's something down here," Guy repeated, unsheathing his sword. "I don't see anything, but I can hear it moving around."
Luke licked his lips a bit nervously, tugging quietly at the rocks. "Does it sound dangerous?"
"I'm not sure... it sounds like wh-HEY."
"What, what?!" Luke scrambled closer, trying to yank down more of the rubble.
"I think it's a maintenance bot!" Guy exclaimed, his voice lowering as if from further away. "Whoa, it's in pretty good shape, too. It still has all six arms and everything!"
"...." Luke resisted the urge to groan, pulling harder at the rocks. He wanted Guy out of there even faster now, if only to make him shut up about the thing. "Get back over here. We need to get going and find the others."
Guy laughed. "Alright, sorry. I don't think it's work-AAH!"
"...Guy?!"
"I-it just--get off!" There were sounds of a scuffle, then the loud, echoed clatter of metal against metal. Guy cursed again. "Get back here!!"
"Guy, what the hell is going on?!" Luke redoubled his efforts, more stones flying to the ground behind him. Guy was in trouble, dammit, and he was going to save him. For once.
"It just took my sword! I have no idea how- h-hey!"
"What now?!"
"... N... nevermind...!"
Luke blinked. Guy had sounded strained, as if having difficulty with something, but it didn't seem like he was in pain. He pressed an ear against the stone, trying to hear a little better. "Is it attacking you?"
"... Well... not exactly... but it's not--nnn...."
He stiffened, jaw dropping, releasing the stone he'd half-pulled from the wreakage. He had never, ever heard anyone make a sound like that.
"... L... Luke... Luke...! H-hey, some help... a-ah! Let go...!"
Oddly, Luke felt more intrigued than worried. From the noises Guy was making - still no pain, fortunately - something interesting was going on in there. He worked faster at the rubble, yanking hard on the rocks and starting to clear up a hole at the top for him to see in. To check on Guy, of course. Not for the sake of watching or anything.
It took him all of three minutes to create an opening large enough to peer through, and in that time Guy had made noises and protests that had made his pants begin to feel extremely uncomfortable. But nothing, nothing could compare to what he saw when he looked in.
Guy.
The fon machine.
Six arms.
Two arms restraining him, holding him upright.
Four arms touching him in ways that made Luke's groin clench.
Guy moaned, squirming against the hold the mechanical creature had on him, arms wrestling futilely in an attempt to free himself. His flightsuit was open, unzipped from neck to groin, pulled halfway down his arms to expose his chest. One of the arms had weaseled its way down the front of his pants, and each time it moved - twisted - it forced another one of those sounds out of Guy, the sounds that had immediately caught Luke's interest, both above and below. Two others were stroking his chest, rubbing along sweat-soaked skin and erect nipples, making his back curve in a way that Luke found unfairly tantalizing. As he watched, gawking through the exposed hole in the wall, the last unoccupied arm pulled the flightsuit further down his back and slid smoothly inside towards his ass. Luke squinted, hearing a soft whirring sound.
And then suddenly Guy practically shrieked, body arching wildly, legs splayed in mid-air. That was pain, and as stunningly sexy as it looked from where Luke stood, he couldn't just sit by. "I'm coming, Guy!"
Guy couldn't answer, still struggling desperately, and Luke had no choice but to scramble at the rocks beneath the hole he'd opened, slowly working his way downwards. He forced himself to keep his eyes on the task at hand, using his friend's cries - was that a whimper? - as an encouragement to move faster, to hurry to Guy's side and rescue him.
He'd cleared a hole very nearly large enough to crawl through when he heard the tone of the sounds shift again, so sensual that it made Luke jerk his head up so quickly he nearly knocked himself out on the top of his peephole.
Moaning, Guy was moaning, his eyes rolled back into his head, expression twisted in ecstasy. There were two arms down the back of his suit now, moving in tandem, and with each thrusting motion, Guy made another one of those noises, eyes clenching shut. The maintenance suit had begun to slip further off his hips, and as Luke's eyes wandered downwards, he could see the tip of a rock-hard erection, the rest of it hidden by the wriggling arm wrapped around it.
Luke could sympathize, gaze swinging back around to watch Guy's expression. His pants were becoming absolutely unbearable, and before he could think to stop himself, he'd undone his belt.
There was no more pain, his mind told his conscience, justifying his actions as he dragged his pants off his hips, leaning closer to get a better view, one hand on the ledge of the window, the other wrapping around his own erection. Guy wasn't hurting - if anything, he looked very, very pleasured by it. For all his protesting - and he was protesting, he was protesting a great deal, but in the same sort of tone that implied the exact opposite - Guy sounded like he was at a height to which no human could have lifted him. It was disturbingly impressive.
Before he knew it, Luke let out a groan, moving his hand in time with the fonmachine's mechanical thrusting. Guy moaned with him, louder, practically mewling his name, and for a moment Luke closed his eyes and envisioned Guy beneath him, squirmed for him, as he thrust into the blond's lithe body again and again...
It was maddening, listening to the sounds Guy was making, and Luke had to open his eyes again. The arm around Guy's length was thrusting as well, now, moving up and down his length at an ever-increasing pace, and for all of the elder man's complaints (half-hearted, near meaningless) the erection he'd developed was far more telling as to how displeased he really was.
Luke had never realized how arousing it was to watch someone else this way. It was the most glorious thing he had ever witnessed, and for a moment - just a moment - he thought he could die happily now that he'd seen everything. Guy was getting louder, body arching into the thrusts. He wasn't calling for Luke anymore, but rather calling - hoarsely and emphatically - for more. And obviously the fonbot was willing to deliver.
"M... more... more," Luke found himself whispering with Guy, hand moving faster and faster around his erection. The fonbot was working harder, grinding and twisting into the blond, making him squirm and moan in ways that Luke knew - and oh how he regretted the fact - he never could. But that was alright, yes; that was just fine, if he could keep watching.
It didn't take long after that for Guy to finish; with a strangled scream - one that sounded suspiciously like Luke's name - he came hard, the evidence of his release bespattering the metal arm still wrapped around his length. Luke was a heartbeat behind him, hand tightening around his own erection, moving his hand frantically back and forth until he gasped ("Oh god, oh god, oh Guy--"), letting go and letting the mind-numbing light take him away, warm liquid spattering the remains of the wall that separated him from the machine that had carried them both to completion.
Fleetingly, he thought he could appreciate fon machines a little more, now. ... Some of them, at least.
He slumped forward against the wall, gasping for breath, still half-heartedly thrusting into his hand. In the distance, he could hear movement - metal against metal, the soft sound of liquid hitting the floor, a gasp and a cry of pain - but it seemed further away than it really was, so he paid it no mind. If he was overwhelmed by the experience, surely Guy would be out of commission for ages. He had time to get himself back in order and return to removing the wall.
He had no idea how long he stood there, recovering his breath and his energy, but he snapped out of his stupor instantly when he felt a rush of dust and fonons, hearing a loud shout - though he couldn't make out the words. He opened his eyes just in time to yelp rather indignantly and fall forward as the wall collapsed around him.
Once the dust had cleared enough for him to see again - amidst coughing and curses - he slowly looked up. Guy was standing over him, breathing hard, face flushed, the maintenance suit still half undone, giving Luke a nice view of his damp chest. The Jewel of Gardios was held tightly in a torn glove, still glowing faintly with the aftermath of whatever arte he'd used to destroy the wall. He was glaring down at his former master, who took a moment to realize his pants were still around his ankles.
"So," Guy finally spoke, in a voice that was entirely too cheerful for the expression he was wearing, "Enjoy the show?"
"... Uh..."
"I figured all my yelling would have given you a hint that I needed some help."
"... Well... er..."
"I mean, it's not like it hurt or anything."
"...."
Guy didn't speak again, reaching down and grabbing Luke by the collar, yanking him back to his feet. Luke tried to reach down to pull his pants back up, but the blond held him upright, shoving him away until his back hit the opposite wall.
"Guy?" Luke asked warily, his tone laced with sudden doubt. He hadn't thought that Guy would be this angry...
His friend leaned in very, very slowly, until they were almost nose to nose. His eyes were completely unreadable.
"I think," he murmured faintly, a smile working its away across his lips, "You liked that too much, Luke." It was not a very reassuring smile. Luke swallowed hard. "Let's play a game," Guy continued, hand beginning to wander. "You be me... and I'll be the fon machine."
The redhead's eyes widened. Guy smirked.
It didn't take him long to decide that he liked this fon machine, too.
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Speaking of which, here's the first of what I hope will be a few of my contributions...
Title: Fonsex Hotline 101
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Word Count: 2,158
Spoilers: Right up to Eldrant.
Summary: The fontech robots of Eldrant are astonishingly kinky. FontechxGuy+Luke. Warning: NC-17.
Notes: For the Tales of the Abyss Kinkfest, to which I shall link later. Uh... this is kind of unedited. It's super-late but I wanted to post it anyway >_> I'll fix any typos later, sorry. Also, the title is horrible. -_-;
...NO THIS FIC IS NOT A SELF-INSERT.
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They'd become separated from the others somehow. Luke felt inclined to blame it on Guy, who kept wavering between staying focused on the goal and wandering off to look at whatever caught his interest. He couldn't blame Guy for that however - if anything, he was somewhat envious of the elder man for having a childhood (even a painful one) to remember so vividly. Unfortunately such memories were not quite clear enough to get them through the city and back to the others.
"I think you're just getting us more lost, Guy."
Guy sighed, scuffing a hand through his hair, and scanned their surroundings once again. "I think you're right," he admitted, visibly annoyed by the situation. Luke felt a tiny thrill of victory at the confession. "I could've sworn there was a more direct route here, but it might not have been replicated yet."
Luke lifted an eyebrow at him, hands on his hips. "If we're even looking in the right place."
"... That too." Guy chuckled faintly, then shrugged his shoulders, turning back to his companion. "Come on, let's get-whoa!"
Luke couldn't help but gawk as the floor quite suddenly gave way beneath Guy's feet, and he disappeared in a flourish of darkness and grey smoke, parts of the floor crumbling around the hole left behind. "Guy!!" He rushed over, mindful of the sorry state of the floor, and waved away the smoke as best as he could, peering down in an attempt to find his friend. "Guy, are you okay?!"
He heard a groan, then the sound of sliding rocks. "... Yeah, I'm fine. I think I found that shortcut. The lanterns down here are out, though. I can barely see a thing."
Luke frowned. Guy's voice sounded strangely far away. "Can you get back out?" He didn't relish the idea of sliding down into that mess.
There was some shuffling for a moment, then a soft curse. "The wreckage from the collapse blocked off the entrance. We're going to have to dig it out."
Withholding a groan, Luke nodded. "Figures." He carefully stepped over the edge, sliding down the sloped tunnel and feeling around. "You have the worst luck, Guy."
Guy just laughed, and together they began to clear away the rubble. It wasn't long, however, before Guy called for a halt, muttering something, and Luke went still, leaning against the half-cleared wall to hear him better. "What?"
"There's something down here," Guy repeated, unsheathing his sword. "I don't see anything, but I can hear it moving around."
Luke licked his lips a bit nervously, tugging quietly at the rocks. "Does it sound dangerous?"
"I'm not sure... it sounds like wh-HEY."
"What, what?!" Luke scrambled closer, trying to yank down more of the rubble.
"I think it's a maintenance bot!" Guy exclaimed, his voice lowering as if from further away. "Whoa, it's in pretty good shape, too. It still has all six arms and everything!"
"...." Luke resisted the urge to groan, pulling harder at the rocks. He wanted Guy out of there even faster now, if only to make him shut up about the thing. "Get back over here. We need to get going and find the others."
Guy laughed. "Alright, sorry. I don't think it's work-AAH!"
"...Guy?!"
"I-it just--get off!" There were sounds of a scuffle, then the loud, echoed clatter of metal against metal. Guy cursed again. "Get back here!!"
"Guy, what the hell is going on?!" Luke redoubled his efforts, more stones flying to the ground behind him. Guy was in trouble, dammit, and he was going to save him. For once.
"It just took my sword! I have no idea how- h-hey!"
"What now?!"
"... N... nevermind...!"
Luke blinked. Guy had sounded strained, as if having difficulty with something, but it didn't seem like he was in pain. He pressed an ear against the stone, trying to hear a little better. "Is it attacking you?"
"... Well... not exactly... but it's not--nnn...."
He stiffened, jaw dropping, releasing the stone he'd half-pulled from the wreakage. He had never, ever heard anyone make a sound like that.
"... L... Luke... Luke...! H-hey, some help... a-ah! Let go...!"
Oddly, Luke felt more intrigued than worried. From the noises Guy was making - still no pain, fortunately - something interesting was going on in there. He worked faster at the rubble, yanking hard on the rocks and starting to clear up a hole at the top for him to see in. To check on Guy, of course. Not for the sake of watching or anything.
It took him all of three minutes to create an opening large enough to peer through, and in that time Guy had made noises and protests that had made his pants begin to feel extremely uncomfortable. But nothing, nothing could compare to what he saw when he looked in.
Guy.
The fon machine.
Six arms.
Two arms restraining him, holding him upright.
Four arms touching him in ways that made Luke's groin clench.
Guy moaned, squirming against the hold the mechanical creature had on him, arms wrestling futilely in an attempt to free himself. His flightsuit was open, unzipped from neck to groin, pulled halfway down his arms to expose his chest. One of the arms had weaseled its way down the front of his pants, and each time it moved - twisted - it forced another one of those sounds out of Guy, the sounds that had immediately caught Luke's interest, both above and below. Two others were stroking his chest, rubbing along sweat-soaked skin and erect nipples, making his back curve in a way that Luke found unfairly tantalizing. As he watched, gawking through the exposed hole in the wall, the last unoccupied arm pulled the flightsuit further down his back and slid smoothly inside towards his ass. Luke squinted, hearing a soft whirring sound.
And then suddenly Guy practically shrieked, body arching wildly, legs splayed in mid-air. That was pain, and as stunningly sexy as it looked from where Luke stood, he couldn't just sit by. "I'm coming, Guy!"
Guy couldn't answer, still struggling desperately, and Luke had no choice but to scramble at the rocks beneath the hole he'd opened, slowly working his way downwards. He forced himself to keep his eyes on the task at hand, using his friend's cries - was that a whimper? - as an encouragement to move faster, to hurry to Guy's side and rescue him.
He'd cleared a hole very nearly large enough to crawl through when he heard the tone of the sounds shift again, so sensual that it made Luke jerk his head up so quickly he nearly knocked himself out on the top of his peephole.
Moaning, Guy was moaning, his eyes rolled back into his head, expression twisted in ecstasy. There were two arms down the back of his suit now, moving in tandem, and with each thrusting motion, Guy made another one of those noises, eyes clenching shut. The maintenance suit had begun to slip further off his hips, and as Luke's eyes wandered downwards, he could see the tip of a rock-hard erection, the rest of it hidden by the wriggling arm wrapped around it.
Luke could sympathize, gaze swinging back around to watch Guy's expression. His pants were becoming absolutely unbearable, and before he could think to stop himself, he'd undone his belt.
There was no more pain, his mind told his conscience, justifying his actions as he dragged his pants off his hips, leaning closer to get a better view, one hand on the ledge of the window, the other wrapping around his own erection. Guy wasn't hurting - if anything, he looked very, very pleasured by it. For all his protesting - and he was protesting, he was protesting a great deal, but in the same sort of tone that implied the exact opposite - Guy sounded like he was at a height to which no human could have lifted him. It was disturbingly impressive.
Before he knew it, Luke let out a groan, moving his hand in time with the fonmachine's mechanical thrusting. Guy moaned with him, louder, practically mewling his name, and for a moment Luke closed his eyes and envisioned Guy beneath him, squirmed for him, as he thrust into the blond's lithe body again and again...
It was maddening, listening to the sounds Guy was making, and Luke had to open his eyes again. The arm around Guy's length was thrusting as well, now, moving up and down his length at an ever-increasing pace, and for all of the elder man's complaints (half-hearted, near meaningless) the erection he'd developed was far more telling as to how displeased he really was.
Luke had never realized how arousing it was to watch someone else this way. It was the most glorious thing he had ever witnessed, and for a moment - just a moment - he thought he could die happily now that he'd seen everything. Guy was getting louder, body arching into the thrusts. He wasn't calling for Luke anymore, but rather calling - hoarsely and emphatically - for more. And obviously the fonbot was willing to deliver.
"M... more... more," Luke found himself whispering with Guy, hand moving faster and faster around his erection. The fonbot was working harder, grinding and twisting into the blond, making him squirm and moan in ways that Luke knew - and oh how he regretted the fact - he never could. But that was alright, yes; that was just fine, if he could keep watching.
It didn't take long after that for Guy to finish; with a strangled scream - one that sounded suspiciously like Luke's name - he came hard, the evidence of his release bespattering the metal arm still wrapped around his length. Luke was a heartbeat behind him, hand tightening around his own erection, moving his hand frantically back and forth until he gasped ("Oh god, oh god, oh Guy--"), letting go and letting the mind-numbing light take him away, warm liquid spattering the remains of the wall that separated him from the machine that had carried them both to completion.
Fleetingly, he thought he could appreciate fon machines a little more, now. ... Some of them, at least.
He slumped forward against the wall, gasping for breath, still half-heartedly thrusting into his hand. In the distance, he could hear movement - metal against metal, the soft sound of liquid hitting the floor, a gasp and a cry of pain - but it seemed further away than it really was, so he paid it no mind. If he was overwhelmed by the experience, surely Guy would be out of commission for ages. He had time to get himself back in order and return to removing the wall.
He had no idea how long he stood there, recovering his breath and his energy, but he snapped out of his stupor instantly when he felt a rush of dust and fonons, hearing a loud shout - though he couldn't make out the words. He opened his eyes just in time to yelp rather indignantly and fall forward as the wall collapsed around him.
Once the dust had cleared enough for him to see again - amidst coughing and curses - he slowly looked up. Guy was standing over him, breathing hard, face flushed, the maintenance suit still half undone, giving Luke a nice view of his damp chest. The Jewel of Gardios was held tightly in a torn glove, still glowing faintly with the aftermath of whatever arte he'd used to destroy the wall. He was glaring down at his former master, who took a moment to realize his pants were still around his ankles.
"So," Guy finally spoke, in a voice that was entirely too cheerful for the expression he was wearing, "Enjoy the show?"
"... Uh..."
"I figured all my yelling would have given you a hint that I needed some help."
"... Well... er..."
"I mean, it's not like it hurt or anything."
"...."
Guy didn't speak again, reaching down and grabbing Luke by the collar, yanking him back to his feet. Luke tried to reach down to pull his pants back up, but the blond held him upright, shoving him away until his back hit the opposite wall.
"Guy?" Luke asked warily, his tone laced with sudden doubt. He hadn't thought that Guy would be this angry...
His friend leaned in very, very slowly, until they were almost nose to nose. His eyes were completely unreadable.
"I think," he murmured faintly, a smile working its away across his lips, "You liked that too much, Luke." It was not a very reassuring smile. Luke swallowed hard. "Let's play a game," Guy continued, hand beginning to wander. "You be me... and I'll be the fon machine."
The redhead's eyes widened. Guy smirked.
It didn't take him long to decide that he liked this fon machine, too.
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