[Fiction] The Memory of Taste
Title: The Memory of Taste ( 01/01 )
Written by Ruine
Disclaimer: Star Ocean - Till the End of Time © Square-Enix & Tri-Ace
Character(s): Luther Lansfeld, Fayt Leingod
Pairing(s): Luther Lansfeld x Fayt Leingod
Warning(s): Unbeta'ed, Sexual Innuendo, Shounen-ai
Status: Edited & Finished
Rating: Humor/Romance, PG-15
Summary: My very late ( and first ever! Go, me! ) entry for the Weekly Challenges at LutherxFayt. The theme is "Lips like Pineapple Lip Gloss". Fayt discovers that Luther has a dislike for a certain fruit as well as the reason why he does.
Word Count: 797
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Apparently, Luther Lansfeld hated pineapples, and with a passion that bordered on self-righteous.
"Why don't you like them?" Fayt Leingod asked curiously, cradling the said fruit in his hands. The two young men were in front of a long rack piled high with a plethora of fruits. Fayt had stopped to admire the sheer size of a well-shaped pineapple; taking the lush produce into his hands and considered buying it. When Luther joined him, the blond's amicable mood vanished entirely like a light fog blown away by a gust of wind.
Luther grimaced, his brows knitting as he remembered why he had come to loathe the vile, ugly-looking fruit. "I was fourteen and this annoying twit I had the misfortune to be acquainted with expressed a crush on me. She then showed me just how much she cared about me by kissing me full on the lips. With tongue." He paused and shuddered, making a grunt-growl of heavy disgust. "Unfortunately for me, she loved wearing pineapple-flavored lip gloss. Very cheap, artificially flavored lip gloss, too. I couldn't get the cloyingly sweet taste out of my mouth for the entire day and I washed my mouth out five times. Needless to say, I dissuaded her most effectively afterwards and since then I can't stand the smell, let alone the taste, of pineapples."
Fayt nodded solemnly, struggling hard not to laugh or even crack a smile. It was taking nearly all of his effort because of the affronted scowl on the blond's face. "It must have been quite the traumatic experience." He offered halfheartedly, hoping he sounded sympathetic enough to appease Luther.
"Indeed."
To Fayt's relief, Luther seemed satisfied and waved his hand curtly. "We've wasted enough time on this pointless topic; put that atrocious fruit back in its bin and let's continue with our business here. The smell of that thing is nauseating."
"Right." Fayt turned away so as to hide his mouth as the wide smile escaped his weakening leash. He returned the large pineapple to its place of glory at the top of the heap and gave it a little, almost comforting pat. He didn't dislike pineapples nor was he overly fond of them himself but Luther's obvious disdain and abhorrence was just too amusing. He even felt like defending the poor, persecuted fruit; but at the last instance, he decided not to. He knew just how far Luther could bring the issue and they still had many chores to finish. One of them was shopping for the rest of their groceries. "So what fruits do you like? We could buy those instead." He swept his gaze along the long rack. “I'm sure they must have something you like. Fruits are great with cereal and milk for breakfast.”
"Strawberries, of course. Especially with whipped cream or chocolate." Luther leaned close, the front of his robes brushing the back of Fayt's naked calves (the youth had taken to wearing shorts due to the increasing heat of what promised to be a scorching summer. Naturally, Luther cheated in order to keep clad in his overflowing robes), and added slyly. "But, then, whipped cream and chocolate go well with other things."
"..."
"Hmm, yes, I like how you look when you blush. It's the same color as the best and sweetest strawberries I've ever eaten. However, you taste better than those did.” Luther pressed his lips to the back of Fayt's earlobe, giving a small perk before the nimble mouth wrapped around the bit of hard flesh and suckled lightly. Fayt harshly clamped his lips together, smothering the low cry so it came out as a hissed gasp instead. He stiffened against Luther, stunned and aghast that the man would do this to him in public...
Oh, so that's it, huh? Fayt mused, abruptly realizing what the blond was doing. Well, two could play this game and Fayt had learned how to play from a master. "This is revenge for making you remember that incident, isn't it?" He whispered breathlessly.
"Smart boy."
"Yeah, you're right about that, Luther." Fayt pulled away from him and whirled around to meet the familiar smoldering gaze. Tossing him a cocky grin, Fayt winked as he figured out how to turn the tables.
Unperturbed, Luther merely raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms indifferently; falsely assured that he could easily handle whatever the youth was going to throw at him.
Fayt continued smoothly. "I am pretty smart. That's why I think I'll pop over to the pharmacy and buy some pineapple-flavored lip balm."
Luther blinked in shock, his mouth dropping for a moment before he recovered magnificently and made a grab for the youth as he skipped away. Fayt easily dodged him, and raced off, laughing. "WHAT?! Don't you dareLeingod, get back here!"
The End.