"Silence!" the first guard sharply ordered, unlocking the door and shoving it open just far enough for him and his partner to manhandle another hapless prisoner into the cell, dumping him face first on the floor. The dark-haired man let out a low groan but didn't otherwise respond, at least not until the two guards grabbed him by the chin and pried his mouth open to dump the contents of a metal flask down his throat. He fought back then, weakly, and coughed up the green-tinted solution in his struggle to breathe and not swallow anything, but the jailers were no strangers to this procedure, and they worked with ruthless efficiency to ensure that the rest of the liquid was drunk and not wasted
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Zack had to chuckle at that last part about permission, but it was plain to see how so much of the tension in his shoulders lifted at Cecil's words. "That should be my line, really," he said, blue eyes coming up to meet the Knight's gaze. "I'm the one who's been drugged after all. But, believe me, I don't want to take advantage of you like this."
It was doubtful that Cecil had been here for over a day, if that, and Zack hated the idea of having to be the one to introduce him to the Hotel's ways, even if the Knight was actually willing to go through with whatever it turned out to be that was needed to open the door. It was so warm in here, though, and it was taking every last ounce of Zack's willpower to not give in and just pin Cecil against the nearest wall and--
No. Zack shook his head violently to clear it. "I can't help wanting to touch you, though," he groaned quietly in complete honesty, not able to hold back the words any longer, thanks to the aphrodisiac, no doubt.
Ker-foom, there went that spectacular blush across his face, heavy with embarrassment. "Ah," was all he could say in reply, a rather hoarse 'ah' in particular. After he cleared his throat, he let his expression become serious. "You wouldn't take advantage of me," he said simply, head tiled just slightly tot he side, emphasizing his strong naivete. "I am capable of defending myself if you... 'go too far', or 'take advantage' of me. I'm under the effects as well, I think."
He was growing hot in his armor, and such a thing was really foreign for Cecil; his armor wasn't heavy, after all. "There has been a certain image in my mind since you entered; if you can touch me, am I allowed to touch you, Zack?"
It should have come as a relief to hear Cecil express his assurances that he was able to take care of himself, but anything Zack might have wanted to say in regards to that fled his mind at the question asked of him. He wasn't able to chase away the mental image that followed of Cecil's hands on him, the Knight's body pressed against his, his flesh heated and yielding to Zack's own touch....
"Yes," Zack affirmed, finally remembering how to breathe again. "I'd like that. I'd like it a lot." He took a step closer to the Knight and swallowed, reaching out with glove-tipped fingers to just barely touch a strand of that silvery hair. "I know we hardly know each other, Cecil ... but I will make this good for you. I promise."
With that, Zack finally relented. If they had to do this to get out, then so be it. But Zack wasn't about to simply let this be an emotionless, soulless act. He couldn't, not when physical intimacy was involved ... and he hoped that Cecil would understand.
With a nod, Cecil relayed Zack's questions and answers through his head, setting them straight and preparing himself the best that he could. Zack's promise came as a bit of a surprise to the Knight, though he painted a smile on his face. "And I will try and do the same," he promised, one of his hands rising to guide Zack's hand to the side of his head, where he could gently cup his cheek, fingers twirled in velvet-soft hair.
Cecil had never planned to make this act emotionless. Even now, as he was setting out to do something he had never done with someone he barely knew, excitement rushed through his veins. One hand still on Zack's wrist, he glanced over to the wide blanket covering the bale of hay. "Perhaps that would be more suitable?"
"Convenient, isn't it?" Zack snorted dryly, but there was no hiding the husky undertones to his voice as he spoke, his eager but gentle fingers carding through Cecil's hair. And it wasn't as though he should be complaining. At least there was something covering the cold, stone floor, though it certainly gave a more literal meaning to the term 'rolling around in the hay.'
Anyways. There was a possibility that that hay bale would not be needed, however, and Zack slowly ran his thumb across Cecil's pale lips to give him some indication of what he was about to do next. They might be more blue than pink, but Zack quickly discovered a moment later that the Knight's lips weren't in the least bit cold. No, actually, they were very warm and very soft and very, very kissable.
But would a kiss alone be enough to unlock the door?
Cecil's words caught in his throat as Zack brushed his thumb across his lips, eyes fluttering slightly as they kissed. The Knight pressed back against him, feeling Zack's firmness in his lips against his own, pliant, soft lips as a great contrast. His heart skipped a beat as he heard a rattle at the door--and his bright blue eyes jumped to the lock.
No. Faked out, Cecil frowned a bit, a hand curling in Zack's shirt. It seemed the Hotel wanted to encourage them, the rattling having been a 'go on' gesture.
"Not enough?" Zack asked with a sigh, though that frown on Cecil's face had already given him a rather good idea of what the Knight had just now sensed from the door and its lock. Apparently, they were going to have to do more in order to get out of here.
The aphrodisiac sang through the SOLDIER's veins at the very thought, its affects already having been intensified by that first kiss Cecil and Zack had shared just moments ago. The touch of the Knight's hand was warm even through the material of Zack's shirt, and Zack wanted -- no, needed -- more. The guards had already taken his shoulder guards from him earlier, so all that was left was to quickly shrug down the leather straps to his harness, and then he was putting his own hand on top of Cecil's, using the hold the other already had on his shirt to pull it up and then completely off
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It was doubtful that Cecil had been here for over a day, if that, and Zack hated the idea of having to be the one to introduce him to the Hotel's ways, even if the Knight was actually willing to go through with whatever it turned out to be that was needed to open the door. It was so warm in here, though, and it was taking every last ounce of Zack's willpower to not give in and just pin Cecil against the nearest wall and--
No. Zack shook his head violently to clear it. "I can't help wanting to touch you, though," he groaned quietly in complete honesty, not able to hold back the words any longer, thanks to the aphrodisiac, no doubt.
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He was growing hot in his armor, and such a thing was really foreign for Cecil; his armor wasn't heavy, after all. "There has been a certain image in my mind since you entered; if you can touch me, am I allowed to touch you, Zack?"
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"Yes," Zack affirmed, finally remembering how to breathe again. "I'd like that. I'd like it a lot." He took a step closer to the Knight and swallowed, reaching out with glove-tipped fingers to just barely touch a strand of that silvery hair. "I know we hardly know each other, Cecil ... but I will make this good for you. I promise."
With that, Zack finally relented. If they had to do this to get out, then so be it. But Zack wasn't about to simply let this be an emotionless, soulless act. He couldn't, not when physical intimacy was involved ... and he hoped that Cecil would understand.
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Cecil had never planned to make this act emotionless. Even now, as he was setting out to do something he had never done with someone he barely knew, excitement rushed through his veins. One hand still on Zack's wrist, he glanced over to the wide blanket covering the bale of hay. "Perhaps that would be more suitable?"
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Anyways. There was a possibility that that hay bale would not be needed, however, and Zack slowly ran his thumb across Cecil's pale lips to give him some indication of what he was about to do next. They might be more blue than pink, but Zack quickly discovered a moment later that the Knight's lips weren't in the least bit cold. No, actually, they were very warm and very soft and very, very kissable.
But would a kiss alone be enough to unlock the door?
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No. Faked out, Cecil frowned a bit, a hand curling in Zack's shirt. It seemed the Hotel wanted to encourage them, the rattling having been a 'go on' gesture.
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The aphrodisiac sang through the SOLDIER's veins at the very thought, its affects already having been intensified by that first kiss Cecil and Zack had shared just moments ago. The touch of the Knight's hand was warm even through the material of Zack's shirt, and Zack wanted -- no, needed -- more. The guards had already taken his shoulder guards from him earlier, so all that was left was to quickly shrug down the leather straps to his harness, and then he was putting his own hand on top of Cecil's, using the hold the other already had on his shirt to pull it up and then completely off ( ... )
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