more dissidia stuff
characters: Firion, Tidus, Cloud, Cecil
relationship: moar bromance
title: lipstick
rating: k+
warnings: nope
"Where do you think he gets it?" Tidus asks Firion after wiping his sword free of manikin shards.
"What?" Firion replies absentmindedly.
"You know, Cecil's lipstick."
Firion Looks at him. Tidus knows that he picked it up from Cloud, except Firion can't pull it off half as well. Maybe it's the hair. "Tidus," he frowns disapprovingly.
"I think he grinds manikin crystal into a paste and then smears it onto his lips." Tidus hypothesizes, scratching the back of his head. "Or maybe it's tattooed on."
Firion sighs. "Maybe the moogles sell it," he offers.
"Cheating little bastards," Tidus says on reflex, and then shakes his head. "I don't think so. They never have it in stock when we buy stuff, and we all buy our equipment together."
"Maybe Cloud knows," Firion says, spying the other member of their little four-man band he can unleash Tidus upon. "Cloud, could you come over here for a second?"
Cloud finishes splitting the last manikin open and trudges over. "Yeah?"
"Cecil's lipstick: tattoo or manikin paste?" Tidus poses the question.
Cloud, interestingly, pales for a second and then reverts back to his usual poker face. "I don't think either."
"Maybe it's just preserved well in his Dark Knight armor," Firion suggests.
Cloud shrugs. "Whatever," he mumbles, and goes off to find wherever Cecil wandered off to.
(What they do not know, and what Cloud swears to himself that they will never find out, is that his Allure of Honey armor set comes with a makeup case, including purple lipstick. Cloud gave it to Cecil under the condition that nobody was ever to find out. Ever.)
characters: Firion, Warrior of Light
relationship: slash
title: homecoming
rating: mature, that is to say, nsfw
warnings: secks that stops midway through.
Firion doesn't really see Light that often, not as often as he'd like. He understands that it's a sound strategy, stationing Light by Cosmos's side, but he still misses his presence. The only possible upside to this is that whenever they get a chance to meet, things get...
It isn't like Firion is ashamed. Light is beautiful and strong and everything Firion aspires to be. It's just--embarassing, sometimes, the way that Yuna gives him understanding looks and the way that Zidane wolfwhistles. But it's worth it, undoubtedly.
And even if Firion hates the attention sometimes, it's hard to think of it when Light's lips are slanted over his the way they are now, when his gauntleted fingers catch in his bandana and slip over his pauldron. "Firion," Light rumbles, and tugs at his cape.
"Right, off," Firion gasps, and steps back to strip himself of his cape, of his belt, of his armor and weapons. It's awkward fumbling, sometimes, and out of the corner of his eye he can see Light shucking his helmet and armor as well.
Once he finally peels off his leggings Firion presses his body against Light's again, feeling Light's body heat through his black undershirt. He traces invisible patterns on Light's biceps and then moves lower onto his abs, fascinated by the sinewy muscles that speak of a warrior's past unremembered.
"Firion," Light says again, and lifts his fingers to Firion's lips.
When they had first done this--tangled their bodies together so as to become inseparable--neither of them had known what to do, and learning what felt good and what hurt had to be learned. Now, though, they both know, and Firion opens his mouth and sucks on Light's fingers accordingly. He hums, tunelessly, and swallows heavily as Light's heavy gaze settles on his mouth.
Firion swirls his tongue on the pads of Light's fingers, on the callouses that he has mapped out only recently. There's never enough time, and Light pulls his fingers back. Quickly now, he places that warm, slick hand onto Firion's cock and strokes.
Firion lets out a low moan. Hopefully the other warriors of Cosmos can take a hint. He tugs on Light's other hand--the one that is now firmly wrapped around his hip. "Down," he mutters.
Light obliges, letting go of Firion and allowing their knees to buckle. He lays Firion down carefully, mindful of the scattered armor around them. Firion spreads his legs and Light lets his hand travel down, tracing the crack of Firion's ass before circling his puckered hole.
Firion shuts his eyes. Light's got him. He's safe. He might not know anything about this world or who he is, but he knows that here, like this, is good. "I'm ready," Firion sighs, and whimpers in delight as Light's fingers breach him.
relationship: moar bromance
title: lipstick
rating: k+
warnings: nope
"Where do you think he gets it?" Tidus asks Firion after wiping his sword free of manikin shards.
"What?" Firion replies absentmindedly.
"You know, Cecil's lipstick."
Firion Looks at him. Tidus knows that he picked it up from Cloud, except Firion can't pull it off half as well. Maybe it's the hair. "Tidus," he frowns disapprovingly.
"I think he grinds manikin crystal into a paste and then smears it onto his lips." Tidus hypothesizes, scratching the back of his head. "Or maybe it's tattooed on."
Firion sighs. "Maybe the moogles sell it," he offers.
"Cheating little bastards," Tidus says on reflex, and then shakes his head. "I don't think so. They never have it in stock when we buy stuff, and we all buy our equipment together."
"Maybe Cloud knows," Firion says, spying the other member of their little four-man band he can unleash Tidus upon. "Cloud, could you come over here for a second?"
Cloud finishes splitting the last manikin open and trudges over. "Yeah?"
"Cecil's lipstick: tattoo or manikin paste?" Tidus poses the question.
Cloud, interestingly, pales for a second and then reverts back to his usual poker face. "I don't think either."
"Maybe it's just preserved well in his Dark Knight armor," Firion suggests.
Cloud shrugs. "Whatever," he mumbles, and goes off to find wherever Cecil wandered off to.
(What they do not know, and what Cloud swears to himself that they will never find out, is that his Allure of Honey armor set comes with a makeup case, including purple lipstick. Cloud gave it to Cecil under the condition that nobody was ever to find out. Ever.)
characters: Firion, Warrior of Light
relationship: slash
title: homecoming
rating: mature, that is to say, nsfw
warnings: secks that stops midway through.
Firion doesn't really see Light that often, not as often as he'd like. He understands that it's a sound strategy, stationing Light by Cosmos's side, but he still misses his presence. The only possible upside to this is that whenever they get a chance to meet, things get...
It isn't like Firion is ashamed. Light is beautiful and strong and everything Firion aspires to be. It's just--embarassing, sometimes, the way that Yuna gives him understanding looks and the way that Zidane wolfwhistles. But it's worth it, undoubtedly.
And even if Firion hates the attention sometimes, it's hard to think of it when Light's lips are slanted over his the way they are now, when his gauntleted fingers catch in his bandana and slip over his pauldron. "Firion," Light rumbles, and tugs at his cape.
"Right, off," Firion gasps, and steps back to strip himself of his cape, of his belt, of his armor and weapons. It's awkward fumbling, sometimes, and out of the corner of his eye he can see Light shucking his helmet and armor as well.
Once he finally peels off his leggings Firion presses his body against Light's again, feeling Light's body heat through his black undershirt. He traces invisible patterns on Light's biceps and then moves lower onto his abs, fascinated by the sinewy muscles that speak of a warrior's past unremembered.
"Firion," Light says again, and lifts his fingers to Firion's lips.
When they had first done this--tangled their bodies together so as to become inseparable--neither of them had known what to do, and learning what felt good and what hurt had to be learned. Now, though, they both know, and Firion opens his mouth and sucks on Light's fingers accordingly. He hums, tunelessly, and swallows heavily as Light's heavy gaze settles on his mouth.
Firion swirls his tongue on the pads of Light's fingers, on the callouses that he has mapped out only recently. There's never enough time, and Light pulls his fingers back. Quickly now, he places that warm, slick hand onto Firion's cock and strokes.
Firion lets out a low moan. Hopefully the other warriors of Cosmos can take a hint. He tugs on Light's other hand--the one that is now firmly wrapped around his hip. "Down," he mutters.
Light obliges, letting go of Firion and allowing their knees to buckle. He lays Firion down carefully, mindful of the scattered armor around them. Firion spreads his legs and Light lets his hand travel down, tracing the crack of Firion's ass before circling his puckered hole.
Firion shuts his eyes. Light's got him. He's safe. He might not know anything about this world or who he is, but he knows that here, like this, is good. "I'm ready," Firion sighs, and whimpers in delight as Light's fingers breach him.