GuyxLuke NC-17
Title: See You On the Other Side
Word Count: 2,247
Pairing: Luke/Guy (yeah, he tops. Woo?)
Warning: NC-17
Summary: In the morning, everything ends. And so until then, all they have is each other. Challenge of "thrill of getting caught" given by manicalpha. PWP for the win.
He didn't know how much time he had left. He didn't know when he was going to fade, how much energy he could spare, how much he had to save for the final battle. They would face Van tomorrow, and tonight was their last chance to rest. They all knew how desperate their situation had become, but after traveling through the entirety of Eldrant and fighting so many difficult battles, they were all exhausted both mentally and physically. There was no sense in seeking out Van when it would surely end in death.
Luke didn't care.
"Luke, we shouldn't split away from the group," Guy was protesting, blinking down at the hand wrapped tightly around his own. He followed along despite his objections, visibly curious, and Luke was determined to take advantage of that fact. "Luke, I'm ser-"
"Shut up, Guy," he muttered, halting as a monster crossed the hall in front of them, then dragging them both forward again before it caught their scent in the air. Guy politely shut up. "We're not going that far, so relax. I just wanted to see something."
"See something...?"
Luke didn't elaborate. He continued their careful path through the half-replicated city, weaving through the wreckage and glowing segments of stone still forming as the land around it disappeared. Not much time. There was never enough time.
When he pulled Guy towards the secret door they'd found earlier that day, Guy finally forced him to a halt, eyes widening a little. "Yulia's grave? What else do we need to do here?
His former master gave him a long, measuring look. Then, quite suddenly, the distance between them was gone and there was a very insistent pair of lips covering his own.
...Oh. Guy thought, eyes widening. Oh, that's what.
He let his eyes close, let Luke take him by the shoulders and urge him backwards, guiding him into the room - he could feel the flowers crunch lightly beneath his feet. A part of him protested at the idea of doing anything in a graveyard, never mind one belonging to the most important woman in Auldrant's history, but then Luke pushed a tongue past his lips, and all protests faded. For all his fussing, Luke... really knew how to use that tongue of his.
...Really.
His back hit something hard, and as Luke pressed closer to him, he could feel the pressure of the younger man's erection against - damn him to the Qliphoth - his own, and groaned. "L-Luke-"
"I told you to shut up," Luke mumbled, nipping lightly at his lower lip. Guy hadn't opened his eyes yet, was too busy enjoying the feel of Luke's hand slipping down his pants. "This is the last night," he added, sounding as if he were trying not to pant. "Let me do this, okay?"
Guy didn't ask what he meant by that. He already knew what Luke hadn't told him, knew what freeing Lorelei could mean for them both. He knew - yet refused to believe - that this would be the last night. That this was all they would ever have.
He didn't believe it. He couldn't believe it.
But Luke did, and he'd be damned if he told him no.
So he nodded, head tilting back and letting Luke kiss and nip at his neck, hand still wandering, exploring his groin. It wasn't polite to let him do all the work, of course, so without hesitation he wrapped his arms around Luke's neck, hands twisting in that glorious red hair, wishing - not for the first time - that Luke's resolve hadn't meant chopping it all off. Guilt be damned, he missed it. When Luke came back he would have to bother him about growing it out again. Because Luke was coming back. There was no if, ever.
He felt his vest and shirt come free, and he shifted his arms to let Luke pull them off completely, discarding them to the ground below. Luke's hands went back to his pants then, and he frowned, deciding that if he had to be naked, he wouldn't be alone, and started wrestling with Luke's belt. Luke laughed against his neck, and Guy felt a shiver of relief. Luke didn't laugh enough anymore, hadn't laughed nearly enough since Akzeriuth. It was wonderful to hear him sound so free.
He pulled the belt away and tossed it with his shirts, urging Luke's pants off his hips to let them fall. Even as he did so, Luke grabbed the top of his backs and just dropped, peeling the skintight material down with him. Guy almost opened his eyes, but he felt something brush against his length and oh did it ever make the light dance. There was that tongue again, moving, trailing over him, and he wanted to scream but the others were close by, and there were monsters, and oh gods that slick, wet heat around him-
Luke made a noise, taking him deeper, and he bit his lip so hard it bled. Oh, but it was tempting, and with all that distraction around his crotch, it was terribly difficult to keep remembering that they were in enemy territory. Very, very difficult.
"Nnngh," he managed, smacking his head back against the stone to remind himself that screaming was bad, even if Luke was doing marvelous things to his erection. Oh, yes, those were stars, thank you for-
SMACK.
"Stop that," Luke called irritably, and Guy spent a moment in that wonderful dreamworld where the younger man was still pleasuring him before he realized Luke had pulled back. "You're going to hurt yourself. I need you awake, you know."
"How... generous," he responded somewhat breathlessly, tone urgent. "Luke-"
"Relax, I'm not done." He felt a glimmer of selfish relief before he felt Luke rise again, rubbing up against him, hands on his hips.
"H-hey-"
"Shut up," Luke ordered affectionately, then kissed him again. Like any good servant, Guy complied, arms curving around Luke's shoulders a second time. He didn't protest as Luke lifted him up, curving his legs around that strong, slender waist, didn't say a word when he felt a slickened - where did he get that...? When had his boots come off? - finger press against his entrance, easing gently inside to stretch his body for what was to come. This wasn't how they usually did it, but tonight was Luke's, and whatever Luke wanted, he was more than willing to share.
So when Luke finally pulled his hand free, pressing closer to thrust inside him, all he did was moan, and hold him more tightly, everything that he knew Luke wanted him to do. And oh, was it ever wonderful.
So much of it was a blur. Luke was fast from the start, rushed, the adrenaline of the day urging him on, and Guy found that he couldn't complain. There was no sense in being slow and gentle about it when they had no time, either of them, when the end was looming before them and they would need every ounce of strength to defeat the man who wanted to kill them all, kill everyone. And the emotional pain of that battle would be just as bad as the physical toll - for them, for Tear. They'd have to be strong.
He wasn't sure if they could do it, but with Luke moving so deep within him, gasping his name, he thought that maybe, maybe, they had a better chance than before.
He wasn't going to die. He wasn't going to let Luke die.
Ever.
Luke hissed against him, and he realized he'd bitten his shoulder; he let go just as the younger man thrust just right, hitting that spot so perfectly inside him that he did scream, breath choked and gasping, nails digging almost violently at Luke's back. So good, it felt so good, he was going to- "Uuugh!" he cried out, his body trembling at his release, the peak of it so bright, so brilliant, he thought he just might die anyway. And then Luke leaned in to kiss him, thrusting again, again, and he felt a rush that made him shake even more, every limb going stiff for a long moment before slumping against his partner. It was a moment of eternity before Luke relaxed, leaning forward to rest his head on Guy's shoulder, letting the elder man stroke his hair as he fought to catch his breath.
"Mm..." There were so many things one could say in such a situation, so many words to be exchanged, or perhaps one could say nothing at all. But as Guy leaned his head back against the cool stone, slowly opening his eyes and spotting a soft white hue around them, he could think of only one question. ".... L... Luke..."
"... Yeah..."
"D-did we just..."
"... Yeah..."
"... On Yulia's..."
"...."
"Luke," Guy deadpanned, but was cut off when Luke kissed him again.
A scant second later they were on the ground, Guy's back pressed into the flowers, limbs twisting together with a desperation they hadn't felt in the first round, despite the speed at which they'd been joined. Guy's hands wandered again, tugging insistently on the coat that Luke had managed to keep the first time around. Well, he'd be damned if it wasn't coming off now. Luke didn't bother protesting, knowing that while Guy didn't ask for much, what he did want, he all too often received.
"This is so... irreverent," he managed to gasp, head tilting back as Luke bit his neck. "Mm... this is Yulia's-"
"I know," Luke whispered, trailing a line of kisses down to his collarbone. "But I'm the same as Lorelei, aren't I? I don't think she'd mind."
"You are not," Guy muttered, but he gave in when Luke traced his tongue around a nipple, teasing and tempting all at once. "Nn... d-damn..."
"Stop thinking so much," the younger man chided gently, hand lowering, stroking him to hardness once more, hands slick and sticky at the same time, and not for the first (or last) time, Guy didn't feel like arguing. He let Luke ease him into it, enjoying the motions and making it very clear to his lover that he did not, in any way, wish for it to stop.
Luke was right; he was thinking too much. It bothered him a little, that even with so much pleasure sending tiny electric sparks through his body, he could still-
"Mmph," he blinked, as Luke's lips covered his own, dragging him into a long, passionate kiss before pulling back, gaze both smoldering and scolding.
"I told you," Luke said, sounding annoyed, but anything else was lost when he shifted downwards, and Guy felt his erection bury itself deep into the younger man's body, and he moaned, eyes clenching shut. An unexpected gift, that one.
When he was able to open his eyes again, Luke was smiling at him, expression a little strained, obviously not as prepared as Guy had been. He'd pressed a hand to Guy's chest, and was holding still, giving himself a moment to adjust. "It's different like this," he managed, breath quickening, and started to move.
Shuddering, Guy pressed himself against the flowers, head lifted to watch, hands on Luke's hips as the replica raised himself up again, then thrust back down, gasping at the feel of the length sliding into him. Skin glistening, shining in the unnatural light of the still-replicating graveyard, Guy felt he'd never seen Luke look so desirable.
Still... it was strange. Luke had wanted it his way, hadn't he? He'd acted so dominant, and surely he wanted to experience that feeling more than once. As wonderful as it was to experience Luke's body around him again, he couldn't help but feel guilty about that.
It was and wasn't their last night, because he had no idea how long it would be before they could do this again.
He won't die.
He's coming back with us.
... But.
"Luke... why...?" The words escaped his lips before he could even consider keeping them to himself. "Why did you...?"
"You were generous," Luke whispered, leaning forward - Guy inhaled sharply at the friction - and touching their foreheads together. "But you don't have to give it all for me, Guy... this is your night too. We're supposed to share this, just like always. It's not only for me..."
Guy blinked. When had Luke learned to read him so well?
... When had Luke become so wise?
His eyes lifted again, meeting Luke's. And when Luke nodded, his hands tightened on the young man's hips, rolling them over until his body was stretched out over Luke's, and Luke's legs were lifting up to wrap around his waist, and he slowly, achingly thrust into the body of his lover as he had wanted so badly to do since they entered the replicated city of his home.
He'd needed this, needed it badly. He'd needed to forget.
Luke moaned, hands fisted in his hair, and he forgot. Luke squirmed beneath him, body lifting to meet each thrust and grind, and he forgot. Luke mewled his name and pleaded more, harder, stronger, more, Guy, and he forgot.
Luke was real, here, crying out and gasping and screaming as he climaxed, as they both did, and in that perfect moment of intertwined limbs and starlit eyes, he forgot.
They fell asleep that way, naked, bodies pressed close together, and it wasn't until the morning that he remembered again.
Word Count: 2,247
Pairing: Luke/Guy (yeah, he tops. Woo?)
Warning: NC-17
Summary: In the morning, everything ends. And so until then, all they have is each other. Challenge of "thrill of getting caught" given by manicalpha. PWP for the win.
He didn't know how much time he had left. He didn't know when he was going to fade, how much energy he could spare, how much he had to save for the final battle. They would face Van tomorrow, and tonight was their last chance to rest. They all knew how desperate their situation had become, but after traveling through the entirety of Eldrant and fighting so many difficult battles, they were all exhausted both mentally and physically. There was no sense in seeking out Van when it would surely end in death.
Luke didn't care.
"Luke, we shouldn't split away from the group," Guy was protesting, blinking down at the hand wrapped tightly around his own. He followed along despite his objections, visibly curious, and Luke was determined to take advantage of that fact. "Luke, I'm ser-"
"Shut up, Guy," he muttered, halting as a monster crossed the hall in front of them, then dragging them both forward again before it caught their scent in the air. Guy politely shut up. "We're not going that far, so relax. I just wanted to see something."
"See something...?"
Luke didn't elaborate. He continued their careful path through the half-replicated city, weaving through the wreckage and glowing segments of stone still forming as the land around it disappeared. Not much time. There was never enough time.
When he pulled Guy towards the secret door they'd found earlier that day, Guy finally forced him to a halt, eyes widening a little. "Yulia's grave? What else do we need to do here?
His former master gave him a long, measuring look. Then, quite suddenly, the distance between them was gone and there was a very insistent pair of lips covering his own.
...Oh. Guy thought, eyes widening. Oh, that's what.
He let his eyes close, let Luke take him by the shoulders and urge him backwards, guiding him into the room - he could feel the flowers crunch lightly beneath his feet. A part of him protested at the idea of doing anything in a graveyard, never mind one belonging to the most important woman in Auldrant's history, but then Luke pushed a tongue past his lips, and all protests faded. For all his fussing, Luke... really knew how to use that tongue of his.
...Really.
His back hit something hard, and as Luke pressed closer to him, he could feel the pressure of the younger man's erection against - damn him to the Qliphoth - his own, and groaned. "L-Luke-"
"I told you to shut up," Luke mumbled, nipping lightly at his lower lip. Guy hadn't opened his eyes yet, was too busy enjoying the feel of Luke's hand slipping down his pants. "This is the last night," he added, sounding as if he were trying not to pant. "Let me do this, okay?"
Guy didn't ask what he meant by that. He already knew what Luke hadn't told him, knew what freeing Lorelei could mean for them both. He knew - yet refused to believe - that this would be the last night. That this was all they would ever have.
He didn't believe it. He couldn't believe it.
But Luke did, and he'd be damned if he told him no.
So he nodded, head tilting back and letting Luke kiss and nip at his neck, hand still wandering, exploring his groin. It wasn't polite to let him do all the work, of course, so without hesitation he wrapped his arms around Luke's neck, hands twisting in that glorious red hair, wishing - not for the first time - that Luke's resolve hadn't meant chopping it all off. Guilt be damned, he missed it. When Luke came back he would have to bother him about growing it out again. Because Luke was coming back. There was no if, ever.
He felt his vest and shirt come free, and he shifted his arms to let Luke pull them off completely, discarding them to the ground below. Luke's hands went back to his pants then, and he frowned, deciding that if he had to be naked, he wouldn't be alone, and started wrestling with Luke's belt. Luke laughed against his neck, and Guy felt a shiver of relief. Luke didn't laugh enough anymore, hadn't laughed nearly enough since Akzeriuth. It was wonderful to hear him sound so free.
He pulled the belt away and tossed it with his shirts, urging Luke's pants off his hips to let them fall. Even as he did so, Luke grabbed the top of his backs and just dropped, peeling the skintight material down with him. Guy almost opened his eyes, but he felt something brush against his length and oh did it ever make the light dance. There was that tongue again, moving, trailing over him, and he wanted to scream but the others were close by, and there were monsters, and oh gods that slick, wet heat around him-
Luke made a noise, taking him deeper, and he bit his lip so hard it bled. Oh, but it was tempting, and with all that distraction around his crotch, it was terribly difficult to keep remembering that they were in enemy territory. Very, very difficult.
"Nnngh," he managed, smacking his head back against the stone to remind himself that screaming was bad, even if Luke was doing marvelous things to his erection. Oh, yes, those were stars, thank you for-
SMACK.
"Stop that," Luke called irritably, and Guy spent a moment in that wonderful dreamworld where the younger man was still pleasuring him before he realized Luke had pulled back. "You're going to hurt yourself. I need you awake, you know."
"How... generous," he responded somewhat breathlessly, tone urgent. "Luke-"
"Relax, I'm not done." He felt a glimmer of selfish relief before he felt Luke rise again, rubbing up against him, hands on his hips.
"H-hey-"
"Shut up," Luke ordered affectionately, then kissed him again. Like any good servant, Guy complied, arms curving around Luke's shoulders a second time. He didn't protest as Luke lifted him up, curving his legs around that strong, slender waist, didn't say a word when he felt a slickened - where did he get that...? When had his boots come off? - finger press against his entrance, easing gently inside to stretch his body for what was to come. This wasn't how they usually did it, but tonight was Luke's, and whatever Luke wanted, he was more than willing to share.
So when Luke finally pulled his hand free, pressing closer to thrust inside him, all he did was moan, and hold him more tightly, everything that he knew Luke wanted him to do. And oh, was it ever wonderful.
So much of it was a blur. Luke was fast from the start, rushed, the adrenaline of the day urging him on, and Guy found that he couldn't complain. There was no sense in being slow and gentle about it when they had no time, either of them, when the end was looming before them and they would need every ounce of strength to defeat the man who wanted to kill them all, kill everyone. And the emotional pain of that battle would be just as bad as the physical toll - for them, for Tear. They'd have to be strong.
He wasn't sure if they could do it, but with Luke moving so deep within him, gasping his name, he thought that maybe, maybe, they had a better chance than before.
He wasn't going to die. He wasn't going to let Luke die.
Ever.
Luke hissed against him, and he realized he'd bitten his shoulder; he let go just as the younger man thrust just right, hitting that spot so perfectly inside him that he did scream, breath choked and gasping, nails digging almost violently at Luke's back. So good, it felt so good, he was going to- "Uuugh!" he cried out, his body trembling at his release, the peak of it so bright, so brilliant, he thought he just might die anyway. And then Luke leaned in to kiss him, thrusting again, again, and he felt a rush that made him shake even more, every limb going stiff for a long moment before slumping against his partner. It was a moment of eternity before Luke relaxed, leaning forward to rest his head on Guy's shoulder, letting the elder man stroke his hair as he fought to catch his breath.
"Mm..." There were so many things one could say in such a situation, so many words to be exchanged, or perhaps one could say nothing at all. But as Guy leaned his head back against the cool stone, slowly opening his eyes and spotting a soft white hue around them, he could think of only one question. ".... L... Luke..."
"... Yeah..."
"D-did we just..."
"... Yeah..."
"... On Yulia's..."
"...."
"Luke," Guy deadpanned, but was cut off when Luke kissed him again.
A scant second later they were on the ground, Guy's back pressed into the flowers, limbs twisting together with a desperation they hadn't felt in the first round, despite the speed at which they'd been joined. Guy's hands wandered again, tugging insistently on the coat that Luke had managed to keep the first time around. Well, he'd be damned if it wasn't coming off now. Luke didn't bother protesting, knowing that while Guy didn't ask for much, what he did want, he all too often received.
"This is so... irreverent," he managed to gasp, head tilting back as Luke bit his neck. "Mm... this is Yulia's-"
"I know," Luke whispered, trailing a line of kisses down to his collarbone. "But I'm the same as Lorelei, aren't I? I don't think she'd mind."
"You are not," Guy muttered, but he gave in when Luke traced his tongue around a nipple, teasing and tempting all at once. "Nn... d-damn..."
"Stop thinking so much," the younger man chided gently, hand lowering, stroking him to hardness once more, hands slick and sticky at the same time, and not for the first (or last) time, Guy didn't feel like arguing. He let Luke ease him into it, enjoying the motions and making it very clear to his lover that he did not, in any way, wish for it to stop.
Luke was right; he was thinking too much. It bothered him a little, that even with so much pleasure sending tiny electric sparks through his body, he could still-
"Mmph," he blinked, as Luke's lips covered his own, dragging him into a long, passionate kiss before pulling back, gaze both smoldering and scolding.
"I told you," Luke said, sounding annoyed, but anything else was lost when he shifted downwards, and Guy felt his erection bury itself deep into the younger man's body, and he moaned, eyes clenching shut. An unexpected gift, that one.
When he was able to open his eyes again, Luke was smiling at him, expression a little strained, obviously not as prepared as Guy had been. He'd pressed a hand to Guy's chest, and was holding still, giving himself a moment to adjust. "It's different like this," he managed, breath quickening, and started to move.
Shuddering, Guy pressed himself against the flowers, head lifted to watch, hands on Luke's hips as the replica raised himself up again, then thrust back down, gasping at the feel of the length sliding into him. Skin glistening, shining in the unnatural light of the still-replicating graveyard, Guy felt he'd never seen Luke look so desirable.
Still... it was strange. Luke had wanted it his way, hadn't he? He'd acted so dominant, and surely he wanted to experience that feeling more than once. As wonderful as it was to experience Luke's body around him again, he couldn't help but feel guilty about that.
It was and wasn't their last night, because he had no idea how long it would be before they could do this again.
He won't die.
He's coming back with us.
... But.
"Luke... why...?" The words escaped his lips before he could even consider keeping them to himself. "Why did you...?"
"You were generous," Luke whispered, leaning forward - Guy inhaled sharply at the friction - and touching their foreheads together. "But you don't have to give it all for me, Guy... this is your night too. We're supposed to share this, just like always. It's not only for me..."
Guy blinked. When had Luke learned to read him so well?
... When had Luke become so wise?
His eyes lifted again, meeting Luke's. And when Luke nodded, his hands tightened on the young man's hips, rolling them over until his body was stretched out over Luke's, and Luke's legs were lifting up to wrap around his waist, and he slowly, achingly thrust into the body of his lover as he had wanted so badly to do since they entered the replicated city of his home.
He'd needed this, needed it badly. He'd needed to forget.
Luke moaned, hands fisted in his hair, and he forgot. Luke squirmed beneath him, body lifting to meet each thrust and grind, and he forgot. Luke mewled his name and pleaded more, harder, stronger, more, Guy, and he forgot.
Luke was real, here, crying out and gasping and screaming as he climaxed, as they both did, and in that perfect moment of intertwined limbs and starlit eyes, he forgot.
They fell asleep that way, naked, bodies pressed close together, and it wasn't until the morning that he remembered again.