The Final Favour

Title: The Final Favour
Fanfiction Of: Fire Emblem 7: Rekka No Ken
Author: Genis Irving
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: None of the characters or plot lines or places or anything from Fire Emblem belongs to me - EXCEPT a copy of the Fire Emblem 7 GBA cartridge =P Which you can’t have, ‘cause it’s got 54% supports, Transfer Data, and just about everything completed other than that.. Anyway, even if I have had Matthew on a leash and my friend has Sain tied up with a bunch of bishies in her basement, I (nor her) claim any serious copyright ownership! This is merely the result of taking Matthew and Guy into a small, confined space, and watching the ensuing... yeah.
Bonus Disclaimer: For those of you that haven't seen this fic in a while, it was taken down because I was underage at the time. Well, I'm not anymore, so it's back (hopefully for good). So let me say right now: I -am- the original author of this story, back finally after a year and a half of absence.
Warnings: Hot steamy male sex! M/M, it’s a Yaoi Lemon! Rather, several lemons ^.^
(Fangirl Squad: YAAAAAY)
Summary: Matthew was running out of favours to pull out of Guy. When he was down to his last one, Matthew came up with an ingenious request for the Sacaen... What is it? Read and find out! Matthew/Guy (Fire Emblem 7: Rekka No Ken)
Spoilers: ...I don’t think so...

A/N: Okay, I’ve decided. This is going to take place over a couple chapters... I’m partially writing this because the idea won’t leave my head. Also, if I leave it for too long, somebody else will write it. And three, because somebody complained about the lack of FE yaoi on AFF... here! Does this help?

The Final Favour
Chapter 1: Shared Night

Matthew huffed. As he sat with his legs hanging off of the edge of the bed in the inn he was at, Guy sleeping peacefully in a separate room, the thief tried to search for an answer to a problem. The problem was something very recent, and something that could have been skipped entirely - had Guy not accidentally let it slip, the problem would have slipped right past Matthew’s normally keen senses. But, of course, that would have disappointed the thief.
Matthew sighed, putting his elbows on his knees and resting his chin in his palms. Just what kind of crazy scheme could he come up with, anyway? There had to be something that he could do.
He was down to the last favour he could ask of Guy. The very last one. And, of course, Matthew didn’t like the idea. Guy would, no doubt, run away at the first chance he got once Matthew had no more need of his services. After all, Guy still owed him - and there was a bond of honour between them.
Unfortunately for poor Matthew, that same bond of honour dictated that he could not simply demand Guy sign a contract to give him more favours.
And so Matthew was now stewing under the moonlight, trying to come up with an answer. Only yesterday evening had he found an appropriate use for the second-to-last of Guy’s favours. That was why Guy had gone to bed so early tonight - the youth was still quite tired from their... activities.
Matthew hummed and hawed, searching for a random spurt of divine inspiration. Anything... any little hint as to what to do...
Idly, Matthew wondered just what had inspired him in the first place to ask last night’s favour from Guy. It had just seemingly been a random idea - had the good ale here had something to do with it? After all, Matthew had always been interested in girls. He had been going on and off with Leila for how many years?
Some little voice, in the back of his mind, answered that question with another question. But you never actually got her, did you?
Matthew thought back on his previous relations. There had only been two people he had ever slept with. Once, back when they were both about 14, for a while he and his Lord Hector had discovered sex via each other - after all, after Hector had walked in on his brother screwing a serving wench, Hector had his questions - and Matthew had his own at that point.
But that had ended, of course. When Uther realised his brother had seen him screwing the woman, he decided he had best tell his brother in the absence of their father. Thus, Hector had learned about women - and had taken much more of a liking to them than Matthew. The thief had been left in the dust. Of course, at that point, he wasn’t a thief or a spy - though he became one shortly after... perhaps to avoid having to look at Hector so much.
And then there was Legault. When that much more experienced, slier thief had taken a liking to Matthew’s constant pestering of him, that had led to a misunderstanding - or perhaps Legault simply had created those mishaps for the sole purpose that he had achieved - getting Matthew under the covers, and more than once, during their journey.
Was it just some weird coincidence that the only people Matthew had ever slept with were guys? Or was there some other reason?
More questions wafted through the young thief’s idle mind. Why hadn’t Guy decided to sneak away with the rest of the group after the adventure with Lord Eliwood had finished? Though there was a bond of honour... he somehow doubted that Guy wouldn’t have been looking for any opportunity to get away from Matthew and the life of anxious slavery Matthew had pretty much forced him into.
Yet something had changed. As the word ‘slavery’ floated through Matthew’s head, he almost felt a tinge of regret. He had certainly screwed up Guy’s goals of being a master swordsman by now - If Guy had been travelling on his own, wouldn’t he have done a whole lot more practising by now? No doubt he’d be so much stronger...
Of course, some other side of his conscious tugged him in the other direction. Guy was strong, yeah, but he didn’t have any skills - he wouldn’t know how to make a penny if he tried. So as much as Guy would have become stronger without Matthew... he would never have survived.
And what about me, Matthew thought. I mean... well... I’m sure I’d have stolen a lot more stuff if Guy wasn’t here. But...
But what?
Somewhere, it hit Matthew. He’d be awfully lonely without the energetic youth around. The boy (for a boy he was, compared to Matthew) certainly was full of spirit, and highly entertaining. Not to mention that he was fairly cute...
Matthew’s face flushed fairly red. There was no way he had just thought that! Sure, Guy had beautiful green hair and a youthful energy and spirit and body, and sure, Guy was a mesmerising sight to watch in a duel of blades, and sure, Guy had the most alluring eyes Matthew had ever seen, but...
Matthew went even redder at this thought. Was it possible? Surely he couldn’t actually like Guy like that... could he? After all, Guy was... well... a guy! Of course, when Matthew had asked Guy to do some experimentation with him the night before... Guy really hadn’t complained once they had really started.
Actually, he seemed like had really been having a lot of fun.
Matthew groaned at this thought, a pulse of heat shooting through him as he realised what it might mean. Yet, that made it all the more important that he find a way to keep Guy with him. He had to. If not solely to have some more ‘fun’ with Guy... and maybe to find out just how much fun Guy was having while they were ‘having fun’.
Somewhere, off in the bar below his room, a grandfather clock sounded one o’ clock in the morning, with a small bell chiming in sync.
A wicked grin crossed Matthew’s face, suddenly, as he was hit full-throttle with his most ingenious, incredible, witty and just downright genius idea yet.

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In his own room, next door, Guy wasn’t actually as asleep as Matthew thought. He was lying there, quietly, his eyes shut, but his mind totally awake.
After the night previous with Matthew... Guy wasn’t really sure of anything anymore. He thought he couldn’t stand Matthew, but their actions - however they had ended up coming about - ended up causing the youth more than his share of emotional confusion.
”What the hell is wrong with me? I’m a guy, and he’s a guy, and that’s all there is to it! There can’t be anything more than that, because it’s impossible! I don’t love him!”
Even as Guy thought those words, that silent resolution, he wondered idly when he had become confused enough to think he loved Matthew. But it quickly settled in - there was that possibility, that Guy had fallen for the older male last night.
It had all started when Matthew invited himself into Guy’s room...

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“Guy...” Matthew rapped on the door.
Guy was startled, to say the least, at Matthew’s timing. He was busy throwing his clothes into the tub of water nearby - they needed cleaning more than he did. Of course, he’d happily wash himself down there, then dry himself down before going to bed in a set of clothes five sizes too large for him that the innkeeper had graciously provided. Already, he had his long nomad shirt soaking there, and his sash, and his bandana - his shoes had been pulled off a while ago, so the only thing keeping him decent was his pants.
“Go away, I’m trying to...” Guy gave a fake imitation of an irritated sleeper that was rather rudely interrupted when Matthew swung open the door.
There was Matthew, still with all of his clothes on, standing there, looking for a moment as though he had a mission, before he studied Guy over and his expression changed.
“I said go away!” Guy growled. “I’m trying to wash my clothes, Matthew, and...”
Matthew, without another further word, shut the door behind him, turning and locking it with a copy of the room’s key. Or was it the real key? Guy couldn’t tell - it could have just as easily have been either, since it was Matthew that had it.
“Alright, what do you want?” Guy gave a sigh, watching the seriously, mission-driven look on Matthew’s face that only appeared when Matthew wanted to ask a favour of Guy. It was the only time he ever really saw that face.
Unfortunately for Guy, the light in the room was very dim, due to the lack of light outside except for the moon, and a couple of candles on a table nearby. Otherwise, he would have been able to spot the uncharacteristic blush across Matthew’s cheeks.
Matthew stepped up close to Guy, studying the smaller, younger male intently. Guy just stood there, minimally dressed, but ready for whatever Matthew was ready to try.
Or so he thought.
Nothing prepared him for when Matthew wrapped two arms around him and began to kiss him passionately.
Guy shuddered a bit, squirming, trying to avoid responding to the strange feeling. It was the first time anybody had actually kissed him, and he had to admit, Matthew wasn’t that bad of a kisser. Not that he had anything to measure it up to, but when Guy felt the older male’s hands softly running through his loose, unbraided hair, he felt like he would turn to jelly.
Then common sense and reason snapped back to the Sacaen. He pushed away quickly from Matthew, taking a couple steps back - and cursing as he stumbled back onto the bed, half-sitting, half-lying on the edge. “Wait just a damn minute here, Matthew! I... what the hell was that about?”
“...Guy, I want you to do me a favour...” Matthew grinned, with a look so predatory that Guy was scared for a few moments, as the older approached the younger.
“Wh-what?” Guy asked, almost scared to ask.
Matthew leaned over and bit gently at Guy’s ear lobe, getting a slight moan from the youth, who quickly tried to stifle it. “I want you... to give yourself to me, Guy.”
“I will do no such thing!” Guy pouted, but his voice quivered a bit, as Matthew gently teased his ear again.
“I said it’s a favour, and you’re not allowed to say no,” Matthew whispered so softly that Guy shivered. Matthew would have made an excellent assassin - he had a good way of sneaking about, but especially now he had a good way of making Guy feel really scared.
“Matthew, I... no!” Guy scrambled back a bit on the bed, trying to get away from Matthew, to find himself against the wall. A moment later, he was pinned there by arms on either side, as Matthew loomed like some unholy hawk, before he leaned in and kissed the youth again.
That, needless to say, shut the boy up. Matthew gently pushed his tongue against Guy’s lips, and the boy let out a quiet, petit moan, before he opened his mouth just the slightest, allowing Matthew to slip his tongue in. The two were quickly finding themselves becoming aroused simply by the kiss, though neither really knew why.
Guy was worried - he had never done anything quite like this before. He hadn’t really thought about it - his training with the sword was so important to him that girls, sex, romance... all that was secondary. But now there was a guy who wanted him. And it was Matthew - his slave-driving master.
Guy was most worried about the fact that he didn’t mind - and that he was quickly getting himself way too deep in this. Something warned him that he only had a few seconds left during which he could hope to pull back... if he didn’t stop Matthew now...
Yet his conscious told him a different story. It told him not to stop.
Matthew’s lithe, yet strong arms wrapped around Guy’s frame, pulling his body closer, one hand sliding down to grasp Guy’s ass and pull him close. Their erections brushed together through the fabrics, and both let out a small moan.
Softly, the two broke away to get some air, and Guy shut his eyes and took a couple deep breaths. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Matthew’s earth-brown eyes, staring at him intently.
“Guy... I want you...” Matthew growled.
Guy didn’t even realise he had responded until a few moments later, “Matthew... I want you too...”
Neither knew just what was driving them at that point - but quickly, in furious passion, clothes flew about the room - somehow, the whole lot of them ended up in the small bath, with the other garments. By the time they were done, Guy was lying on his back on the mattress, completely naked, his hair spread out like another sheet below him, with an equally nude Matthew over him, teasing one of the youth’s nipples.
“Uhh... Matthewwww...” Guy moaned out in appreciation as the more experienced thief licked the nub, biting down on it playfully. Guy’s hands found their way towards Matthew’s scalp, gently kneading it, trying to find some release for the pleasurable sensations. It was slowly becoming too much. Guy’s hips thrust up to meet with Matthew’s own, and the two of them both moaned as their erections brushed against each other.
“Matthew...” Guy moaned. “Please, Matthew... I want...”
“What do you want?” Matthew whispered out, huskily, in a very sexy manner that left the other breathless.
“I want... I don’t know... something, anything, please!”
At that point, Matthew couldn’t help himself from asking, “What’s the matter? Never been with anybody before?”
“N-No...” Guy whispered, flushing bright red.
“Well, then...” Matthew grinned. “I’ll have to make your first time a good one...” then the thief’s eyes began to dart around. “Hey... Guy, do you use any shampoo or lotion or anything?”
“Huh? Sure...” Guy seemed startled by this sudden question, which seemed to have destroyed the mood completely. “It’s just in my bag there... why?”
“Would you mind fetching it?” Matthew asked.
Guy growled, annoyed, but complied. He rolled over onto his front, and pulled himself down to the edge of the bed, little shocks of pleasure rolled through him as his erection brushed against the ruffled sheets. He leaned over and began to fish through his bag.
Meanwhile, Matthew was enjoying the view too much for his own view. He could see the fine, firm curves of Guy’s back and his ass, he could see the strength of the muscles in the youth’s legs and upper body so well...
With only enough control and sense left to keep from starting to take Guy right then and there, Matthew adjusted their position, lifting up Guy’s legs so they were on either side of him, and position his knees underneath the boy, lifting him up. Two arms wrapped around his backside. Matthew leaned down over him, gently licking his back, teasingly. One hand extended forward, awaiting the random container that Guy would have. The other hand reached around and began to feel the swordsman’s blade.
Guy moaned heartily as Matthew wrapped his digits around the boy’s shaft, beginning to lightly stroke it. For a moment, Guy felt as though he was blind, having totally forgotten his purpose in life - and then it returned to him. He finally spotted it, just below him, and he reached down and grabbed the bottle of hair tonic that he had bought from a seller in town. He held it over his back, and Matthew grabbed it.
The horny male wasted no time. A dollop of the shampoo was put onto his hand, then the container was shut tight and gently put down beside the bed, before Matthew reached down, slicked himself and his fingers up, and then stuck one into Guy’s rear.
The youth, who had never experienced, nor imagined, nor even had remotely imagined such a thing could be done, nearly jumped away from Matthew. He would have, had the pace of the older male’s hand not increased just then, washing away the uncomfortable feeling with pleasure.
“Uhn... Matthew, what...?” Guy moaned out - for that was all he could do.
Matthew whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry, Guy, this won’t hurt for long...” and then he pushed another finger inside, simultaneously speeding up his hand again.
Guy quivered at the sensation, which was slowly becoming a double helping of pleasure. As Matthew’s fingers slid around, scissoring out and stretching him open, he had to admit it didn’t feel too bad. When Matthew threw in the third, it was uncomfortable for only a moment, and then Guy was relaxing into it - even to the point of pushing against the older male’s fingers.
The Sacaen youth’s blood was rushing, pounding in his ears. His heart raced a mile a minute, his breathing was becoming short, and the pleasure was becoming almost unbearable. Then, all of a sudden, it was cut off, like a short circuit. Matthew’s hand stopped moving, instead wrapping around his waist. The fingers disappeared, leaving him feeling empty.
“Matthew...” Guy whined, but then he got his answer. Slowly, something much larger, harder, and thicker was sliding inside of him. Matthew was giving a loud, lower moan of pleasure compared to the half-scream that was Guy’s response to this new sensation.
“Uhn! Matthew!” Guy whined, as Matthew settled inside of him. A tear fell from his eye, but he didn’t know why - perhaps it was from the pain. “Oh, gods, Matthew... that feels... good...”
And with that, Matthew began to slowly move in and out of his slave, going in deeper every thrust, slowly picking up speed. Carefully, he rearranged his legs beneath him so he was sitting , and lifted Guy’s body up by the waist, making him sit in Matthew’s lap, impaled upon his cock. Slowly, Matthew spread his legs, lifting Guy up and down and letting him ride the older seme.
“Gods... Matthew!” Guy whined. “Uhn... good... harder...” he moaned out those words, and Matthew began to thrust up inside of Guy each time that Guy sank down.
Then something inside of Guy was hit, something that had been too deep inside until then. A white flash crossed over Guy’s eyes, making him blind to the world, and he literally screamed. It didn’t help his control either that one of his hands, of his own accord, had strayed down to his throbbing member and was grasping it tight, moving quick, trying to find what he had been unable to obtain earlier.
“Gods, Guy... you’re so tight...” Matthew whispered in the boy’s ear, as he pushed forward, forcing Guy to go back onto his hands and knees, but now with Matthew overtop of him. Matthew kept on thrusting in and out quickly, his hands straying over his boytoy’s fine body. Each thrust was met happily by said boytoy.
Both were reaching there climax quite quickly, knowing it, and being quite vocal about it.
“Uhn... Matthew... something... can’t hold on...”
“Damnit, Guy... uhn...”
Then Guy screamed, and Matthew let out a deep-throated moan, as they both reached their climaxes simultaneously. Guy’s release coated his hand and dropped onto the sheets below, while Matthew’s seed disappeared into his lover’s tightening passage.
They remained for a moment in the glow of their orgasms, before they both fell over. Quietly, Matthew reached for the blanket at the foot of the bed and pulled it up, covering them both, despite the mess. He wrapped both arms around Guy and pulled him to his chest.
Guy was just too damn tired to argue at that point. He fell asleep within Matthew’s arms, that night.

To Be Continued

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I know I’m evil. Anyway, I swear I will continue this! ...Once I get 2 reviews! That’s all I’m asking! Of course, if there’s a whole bunch of them, I’ll get Guy to do lap dances ^.^
...Strange image... Guy in a gypsy’s outfit doing a lap dance... @_@
Anyway, you’ll see more of the plot (ARGH) next chapter, and you’ll find out what the genius idea was. So please review!
And if you’re looking for more FE Yaoi to tide you over, don’t forget my other FE story, from Fire Emblem 6, called ‘Closer than Brothers’. No, it’s not Incest - it’s Wolt/Roy (Which is close to Incest, ‘cause they basically grew up like brothers... but they’re not! Ha ha n_n)
Peace out! ...That’s way too clichéd, I need a new line... ~Genis Irving