[in progress] What Happens in Oerba, Stays in Oerba (Part IV)
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIII
Characters/Pairing: OT6 (Sazh/Lightning/Vanille/Fang/Snow/Hope)
Warnings: Gratuitous smut, drunkeness
Rating: Easily NC-17
Notes: For ffxiii_kink . The prompt was [SnowxFangxLightningxSazhxVanillexHope. (in no particular order) "What the hell happened last night?" ] Also, first fic ever!
Part I☆ Part II☆ Part III
"Sazh! Oh!" She screamed out, moving to an ancient rhythm of lust.
A sheen of sweat was building up on his forehead. Yep, definitely wasn't young anymore. If she keeps squeezing his 'little soldier' like that, he'll...
"Oh! Yea! Ahh!" She moaned out again. Well, if it ain't the squeezing, her vocalizing is going to do him in soon too.
He doesn't even know why he's letting her do this---she was going to do it to him anyway, by the fact she used her weapon to restrain him. Once he thought about it, or as much thinking as he's going to do before more blood rushed south, it was...sexy?
She still looks like a kid though. Truth be told, he can admit he likes her, but the age difference...don't know if he would ever be comfortable with it. Plus there's...Dajh. She was one of the l'cie to help turn him into one of them--no, us. Pulse l'cie, Sanctum l'cie, it's all the same.
Ever since Nautilus...he thought less and less of her as a child. She had her burdens too. That was partly why he forgave her...for Dajh. Hell, even for her.
There was still time to stop and smell the roses.
"Ngh"! He suddenly grunted out. She just bit his nipple-- yea, taking off his clothes right now. Oh, now she's licking it, and his shaft just got harder, or maybe she got tighter, who knows? So wet and tight, he groans a little when her muscles clench to tease him.
Her hands caressed his afro, so soft and fluffy, and his hand shot up to squeeze her breasts, lightly tracing his palms against her nipples, causing them to harden and her to stifle a moan. She then pressed her thighs into his hips tighter, increasing the friction between them.
She started to tear up. He felt the tiny droplets on his chest. "I'm sorry," she choked out, and stopped her movements against him completely. Out of his hazy fog in his mind, he simply asked, "what's wrong?"
"I probably shouldn't have given you the drink." A sniffle.
"So you did drug me." A statement, not a question.
"I just wanted to forget. For this night, at least." She looks at the floor beside him, and sat up, not daring to make eye contact.
"Why me?" He whispered, but in his mind, all he can think about is how nubile she looks right now. 'Control yourself, old man,' he scolded himself. His cock was still half way in, his body was telling him to thrust in deeper into her core.
Take her right there. 'No,' he thought, 'she needs me. Still a kid.'
"I--I just wanted you to be happy. Ever since Nautilus--"
"Stop it," he interrupted. "I forgave you a long time ago."
"I--I..." She can only stammer, tears still falling. Using his thumb, he wiped them away from her face. His body is feeling feverish from inactivity, and he peppered her jawline with kisses, until their lips met.
He heard a chirp outside the window. Poor guy, must be worried as well.
Gently laying her on her back, he continued thrusting into her. "Ah, Sazh! You..do know..ugh," she panted, "that...you're not going...to remember...this afterwards?"
"I don't care so much for that. I want you to be happy now."
Shifting her legs above his shoulders, his cock penetrated deeper into her core. Her breath became shallower and shallower, muscles tense, waiting for a release. He, too, was waiting...for her. And she came, gasping for breath, didn't want this to be over, didn't want to remember anything else but this.
►►►~**~◄◄◄
Smirking, Fang was at the entranceway, and she clearly heard every sound, utterance, word. Before their little...rigorous activity, Bhakti was nice enough to take the bottle and send it over her way when she and Snow came back from the part-finding mission. Snow had to...use the toilet, and she walked upstairs to the old room. She read the label on the bottle, and smiled like a Cheshire cat.
"Well, what do you say Bhakti, want to have some fun?" She grinned again, and gave instructions to the mini-robot to send this bottle over to Snow once he was done. However, not before she took a sip of that delicious mindfucker.
►►►~**~◄◄◄
"Ngh, no...stop," muttered a voice. Eyes shot open, wispy silver bangs covering the face, Hope stood up from the sofa where he was sleeping. He rubbed his eyes and tried to focus where he was and what exactly happened.
"Where was everybody?" He thought, "Jeez, my head still hurts."
Really, it's too quiet. Where was Light? Or...
Clothes hastily taken off... "Let me," a voice whispered.
Him. It's his fault. Just when he finally forgave him, he goes and pull off another stunt like...that.
"Oh hey, you want some?" Snow indicated to the glasses.
"I don't think I'm allowed to drink that stuff..." Hope replied, eyeing the strange liquid as Snow drank another shot.
"Seems fine to me. Besides, we're all family; nothing's gonna happen," Snow smiled and winked, before passing off a shot to Hope.
His silent rage at last night couldn't be contained anymore, so he yelled out, "You idiot!", thinking he was all alone in the room. The crack of limbs and a "ugh," coming from beyond the table suggested otherwise.
Startled, hand on his...wait, where's his boomerang?
Crap.
No matter, just think what of Light taught him, and take action. He took a moment to concentrate, and charged up a Blizzara spell. Treading softly, he can make out two figures on the floor. Two very naked figures on the floor. Before he can get the image out of his poor mind, a deep voice yelled out, "Hey guys---woah, don't do it Hope!"
Shit.
The spell accidentally fired, narrowly missing the women, and ricocheting off into a flower vase by the corner. Luckily, Fang was a bit of a light sleeper, awakening once the voice was heard, and pulled Vanille away, covering her body with her own. Growling, she snarled, "Just what do you think you're doing?!"
Hope had no words. He can clearly see Fang's...bottom. And more. Fang can also see a blush forming madly all over the boy's face, but she doesn't bother covering up. That's what he gets for nearly getting her and Vanille frozen after a...hot night, to say the least. Eyebrow raised, she was waiting for Hope's excuse.
All Hope could think of, besides the sudden exposure to the female body...was that idiot Snow. He got some explaining to do, and why his own bottom was...sore. Oh, he's now twice as red, almost turning purple.
"Wait. We gotta get you ready," the voice whispered in his ear, until something full of stickiness invaded his ass.
Not daring to look at anybody, Hope instead looked down at the floor, where it was safe. Snow glanced over at the women and finally at Hope. Putting one hand on his shoulder casually, "Hey, let's give them space to dress."
Fang only smirked. "Are you sure you guys don't wanna watch? Maybe Hope'll discharge another spell at us again."
'I don't get it,' Hope thought, 'was that supposed to be a joke?'
Regardless, Hope only nodded at him and was led into another room by Snow, leaving the two Pulsian woman with their clothes. 'Good thing Sazh told me to wake them up,' he thought.
"I found your boomerang. Stuff was all over the floor last night." Snow scratched his head, waiting for a response.
Taking back his weapon, and quietly sheathing it back, Hope only muttered a "thanks" before he was silent again.
Awkward silence.
Wanting this conversation to keep moving, Snow started, "Look---"
"Snow--"
Silence again as they realized they started speaking at the same time.
"Go ahead," Snow encouraged.
"Uhh..." Hope didn't know where to start. 'How do you ask if you think you had sex last night?'
'Oh no, does he know?' Snow wondered. "So, uh, you know what happened last night?"
'You gotta be kidding me. Don't tell me he forgot,' Hope silently seethed. He wasn't going to make it easy for him. He practically took advantage of him! Wasn't so forgettable for him.
"No...do you know what went on?" Hope questioned, playing off the forgetfulness. 'Nothing's gonna happen, my ass.'
"Great. Just my luck. I can't come out and say to the poor guy, 'hey I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I was your bad news last night.'" Snow knew he practically raped Hope. Even if he knew it wasn't intentional.
And the most disturbing thing? He wasn't even thinking of Serah. Her crystal felt like burning underneath the coat pocket where he kept it. 'Ugh, why did he drink it? Why did he offer some to Hope? Don't even get me started on Sis...'
Forget it Villiers. You gotta 'fess up. You don't deserve to ever be called "hero" after this, but you can make it right again.
"Hope...I--I messed up yesterday, but just listen before you say anything," Snow managed to say before his memories overtook him.
Characters/Pairing: OT6 (Sazh/Lightning/Vanille/Fang/Snow/Hope)
Warnings: Gratuitous smut, drunkeness
Rating: Easily NC-17
Notes: For ffxiii_kink . The prompt was [SnowxFangxLightningxSazhxVanillexHope. (in no particular order) "What the hell happened last night?" ] Also, first fic ever!
Part I☆ Part II☆ Part III
"Sazh! Oh!" She screamed out, moving to an ancient rhythm of lust.
A sheen of sweat was building up on his forehead. Yep, definitely wasn't young anymore. If she keeps squeezing his 'little soldier' like that, he'll...
"Oh! Yea! Ahh!" She moaned out again. Well, if it ain't the squeezing, her vocalizing is going to do him in soon too.
He doesn't even know why he's letting her do this---she was going to do it to him anyway, by the fact she used her weapon to restrain him. Once he thought about it, or as much thinking as he's going to do before more blood rushed south, it was...sexy?
She still looks like a kid though. Truth be told, he can admit he likes her, but the age difference...don't know if he would ever be comfortable with it. Plus there's...Dajh. She was one of the l'cie to help turn him into one of them--no, us. Pulse l'cie, Sanctum l'cie, it's all the same.
Ever since Nautilus...he thought less and less of her as a child. She had her burdens too. That was partly why he forgave her...for Dajh. Hell, even for her.
There was still time to stop and smell the roses.
"Ngh"! He suddenly grunted out. She just bit his nipple-- yea, taking off his clothes right now. Oh, now she's licking it, and his shaft just got harder, or maybe she got tighter, who knows? So wet and tight, he groans a little when her muscles clench to tease him.
Her hands caressed his afro, so soft and fluffy, and his hand shot up to squeeze her breasts, lightly tracing his palms against her nipples, causing them to harden and her to stifle a moan. She then pressed her thighs into his hips tighter, increasing the friction between them.
She started to tear up. He felt the tiny droplets on his chest. "I'm sorry," she choked out, and stopped her movements against him completely. Out of his hazy fog in his mind, he simply asked, "what's wrong?"
"I probably shouldn't have given you the drink." A sniffle.
"So you did drug me." A statement, not a question.
"I just wanted to forget. For this night, at least." She looks at the floor beside him, and sat up, not daring to make eye contact.
"Why me?" He whispered, but in his mind, all he can think about is how nubile she looks right now. 'Control yourself, old man,' he scolded himself. His cock was still half way in, his body was telling him to thrust in deeper into her core.
Take her right there. 'No,' he thought, 'she needs me. Still a kid.'
"I--I just wanted you to be happy. Ever since Nautilus--"
"Stop it," he interrupted. "I forgave you a long time ago."
"I--I..." She can only stammer, tears still falling. Using his thumb, he wiped them away from her face. His body is feeling feverish from inactivity, and he peppered her jawline with kisses, until their lips met.
He heard a chirp outside the window. Poor guy, must be worried as well.
Gently laying her on her back, he continued thrusting into her. "Ah, Sazh! You..do know..ugh," she panted, "that...you're not going...to remember...this afterwards?"
"I don't care so much for that. I want you to be happy now."
Shifting her legs above his shoulders, his cock penetrated deeper into her core. Her breath became shallower and shallower, muscles tense, waiting for a release. He, too, was waiting...for her. And she came, gasping for breath, didn't want this to be over, didn't want to remember anything else but this.
►►►~**~◄◄◄
Smirking, Fang was at the entranceway, and she clearly heard every sound, utterance, word. Before their little...rigorous activity, Bhakti was nice enough to take the bottle and send it over her way when she and Snow came back from the part-finding mission. Snow had to...use the toilet, and she walked upstairs to the old room. She read the label on the bottle, and smiled like a Cheshire cat.
"Well, what do you say Bhakti, want to have some fun?" She grinned again, and gave instructions to the mini-robot to send this bottle over to Snow once he was done. However, not before she took a sip of that delicious mindfucker.
►►►~**~◄◄◄
"Ngh, no...stop," muttered a voice. Eyes shot open, wispy silver bangs covering the face, Hope stood up from the sofa where he was sleeping. He rubbed his eyes and tried to focus where he was and what exactly happened.
"Where was everybody?" He thought, "Jeez, my head still hurts."
Really, it's too quiet. Where was Light? Or...
Clothes hastily taken off... "Let me," a voice whispered.
Him. It's his fault. Just when he finally forgave him, he goes and pull off another stunt like...that.
"Oh hey, you want some?" Snow indicated to the glasses.
"I don't think I'm allowed to drink that stuff..." Hope replied, eyeing the strange liquid as Snow drank another shot.
"Seems fine to me. Besides, we're all family; nothing's gonna happen," Snow smiled and winked, before passing off a shot to Hope.
His silent rage at last night couldn't be contained anymore, so he yelled out, "You idiot!", thinking he was all alone in the room. The crack of limbs and a "ugh," coming from beyond the table suggested otherwise.
Startled, hand on his...wait, where's his boomerang?
Crap.
No matter, just think what of Light taught him, and take action. He took a moment to concentrate, and charged up a Blizzara spell. Treading softly, he can make out two figures on the floor. Two very naked figures on the floor. Before he can get the image out of his poor mind, a deep voice yelled out, "Hey guys---woah, don't do it Hope!"
Shit.
The spell accidentally fired, narrowly missing the women, and ricocheting off into a flower vase by the corner. Luckily, Fang was a bit of a light sleeper, awakening once the voice was heard, and pulled Vanille away, covering her body with her own. Growling, she snarled, "Just what do you think you're doing?!"
Hope had no words. He can clearly see Fang's...bottom. And more. Fang can also see a blush forming madly all over the boy's face, but she doesn't bother covering up. That's what he gets for nearly getting her and Vanille frozen after a...hot night, to say the least. Eyebrow raised, she was waiting for Hope's excuse.
All Hope could think of, besides the sudden exposure to the female body...was that idiot Snow. He got some explaining to do, and why his own bottom was...sore. Oh, he's now twice as red, almost turning purple.
"Wait. We gotta get you ready," the voice whispered in his ear, until something full of stickiness invaded his ass.
Not daring to look at anybody, Hope instead looked down at the floor, where it was safe. Snow glanced over at the women and finally at Hope. Putting one hand on his shoulder casually, "Hey, let's give them space to dress."
Fang only smirked. "Are you sure you guys don't wanna watch? Maybe Hope'll discharge another spell at us again."
'I don't get it,' Hope thought, 'was that supposed to be a joke?'
Regardless, Hope only nodded at him and was led into another room by Snow, leaving the two Pulsian woman with their clothes. 'Good thing Sazh told me to wake them up,' he thought.
"I found your boomerang. Stuff was all over the floor last night." Snow scratched his head, waiting for a response.
Taking back his weapon, and quietly sheathing it back, Hope only muttered a "thanks" before he was silent again.
Awkward silence.
Wanting this conversation to keep moving, Snow started, "Look---"
"Snow--"
Silence again as they realized they started speaking at the same time.
"Go ahead," Snow encouraged.
"Uhh..." Hope didn't know where to start. 'How do you ask if you think you had sex last night?'
'Oh no, does he know?' Snow wondered. "So, uh, you know what happened last night?"
'You gotta be kidding me. Don't tell me he forgot,' Hope silently seethed. He wasn't going to make it easy for him. He practically took advantage of him! Wasn't so forgettable for him.
"No...do you know what went on?" Hope questioned, playing off the forgetfulness. 'Nothing's gonna happen, my ass.'
"Great. Just my luck. I can't come out and say to the poor guy, 'hey I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I was your bad news last night.'" Snow knew he practically raped Hope. Even if he knew it wasn't intentional.
And the most disturbing thing? He wasn't even thinking of Serah. Her crystal felt like burning underneath the coat pocket where he kept it. 'Ugh, why did he drink it? Why did he offer some to Hope? Don't even get me started on Sis...'
Forget it Villiers. You gotta 'fess up. You don't deserve to ever be called "hero" after this, but you can make it right again.
"Hope...I--I messed up yesterday, but just listen before you say anything," Snow managed to say before his memories overtook him.