The Final Favour

A/N: Gomen nasai, I’m so sorry that it took so long for me to write this up! Really, I’m really sorry! But my plot bunny left shortly after. Not that I didn’t know what I was gonna write... but I got a PS2 with Final Fantasy X, so that kinda consumed my life - as did Growlanser Generations and FFX-2... and Kingdom Hearts... and Star Ocean 3... and then on top of that my internet access was shot in leg and died - but fortunately a blood transfusion from some random bunny saved its life, at last, so I could get you guys this! But still, Gomen Nasai!!
(Please note: No bunnies were hurt, maimed, mutilated, tortured, killed, or otherwise affected in any way by this author’s note - nor in this chapter. However, the Plot Bunny may be an exception - I had to hunt that bitch down, tie it up, and [Sees SPCA] give it lots of carrots and then let it free after letting it heal up and...)

The Final Favour
Chapter 2 - Convenient Walk-Ins Are Good for Yaoi...

Guy twisted and shifted underneath his covers, being driven mad by lust. Having played back the entire scenario in his mind seemed to have only been the worst idea possible for him - after all, now, he was even more convinced that he liked Matthew... and he also now was sporting a massive hard-on underneath his sheets, irritating him to no end.
Dammnit! he thought to himself, angrily, Why the hell... I’m not supposed to be in love with Matthew... but even as he thought that name, his stiff member twitched against his pants, sending an involuntary quiver through the youth. This was too much - he had to think of something to get himself calmed down, before he was driven crazy by those memories...
Memories...
And thus, Guy’s thoughts drifted right back to the night previous, and his blood heated up even worse. Can’t I get my mind off of Matthew for a second? he asked himself - and the response from his body was quite quick.
Giving up, Guy realised that there’d only be one way to relieve himself from the stiffness that had overtaken him - and with that, he began to manoeuvre himself out of the sheets. He made short work of his pants, letting his erection throb in the open air, the cool night breeze from a slightly open window not helping at all - instead, it seemed to be teasing him. Guy had never thought to do this before - he had never had to - and the only reason he had any idea this might work was because it had felt good when Matthew had done this to him, it had felt so good...
The Sacaen youth’s hand slipped down towards his crotch, before nervously wrapping around his shaft. Though inexperienced, that worry quickly slipped away as Guy began to move his hand, making his body shiver, his mind imagining that Matthew was hanging over him, working him like he had the night before. The youth’s eyes shut, blocking out reality, forgetting about the world around him.
Slowly, his pace became slightly faster, and he began to pant. This felt so good, Guy had to wonder why he had never bothered to do this before - why he had never concerned himself with sex if this was the kind of pleasure it had always brought. No wonder Matthew had wanted to do stuff like this to Guy - if Matthew had done this before, certainly he wanted that kind of pleasure...
Though something in his mind made him wonder if he should rightly be insulted by the fact that Matthew might have just used him for the sole purpose of pleasure that night, the idea in Guy’s head of being Matthew’s pleasure-toy made the youth groan out the older thief’s name, eyes still shut.
And then something snapped Guy out of his fantasy world - the feeling of a lithe hand grabbing onto the active wrist, of weight shifting around the bed, of somebody climbing overtop of him - all of it made Guy’s eyes snap open. What - or rather who - he saw made him groan.
“M-Matthew...” Guy whispered out, wondering if this was just some fevered illusion.
“Well, well, well, turns out you really did like what I did to you last night, didn’t you?” Matthew’s grin was that same sexy, predator grin he had used last night. Guy shivered at it, involuntarily.
Guy blushed, realising he had been caught. Just how long had Matthew been watching him jack off anyway? A quick scan over Matthew told him it had been long enough - for the thief had removed his own clothing in that amount of time.
There was a low moan at the sight of the naked thief over him again, and then Guy tried to get his hand moving again, feeling even harder than before - but Matthew’s own hand pulled Guy’s away, freeing the youthful shaft, before Matthew thrust down towards his prey, grinding their throbbing members together, making both moan lightly. Two hands made quick work of Guy’s shirt.
The youth’s hands strayed up towards Matthew’s chest, running along it, feeling the lithe form, with just the barren hint of muscles yet no trace of unnecessary fat - and Guy gave up. “Matthew, please... please...” he pleaded.
“Please what?”
“I... I don’t know... Please... I’m all yours, just... please...” Guy begged, whimpering, as Matthew shifted both of the youth’s hands and held them together at the head of the bed, past Guy’s head, and leaned down for a passionate kiss. Unlike before, both were already so aroused that they delved into the kiss immediately, tongues duelling in each other’s mouths, needily. This kiss was short lived, however, as Matthew pulled off, catching a whimper of protest.
The thief’s head then began to stray - first working over to Guy’s ear and gently nibbling on the lobe - and then down towards the soft neck, where the pulse was, gently biting and suckling on it. Each action, each movement, drew a heated moan from Guy - and as Matthew pulled off, having left his mark, the younger boy thrust his hips up, trying desperately to find some relief from the pressure built up in his loins. Yet the contact only made it worse.
Matthew’s head slowly worked its way farther down, working towards Guy’s nipples. His mouth began to gently bite at one, his free hand working at the other, and Guy shivered and thrust his chest up, along with the rest of his body, overwhelmed by the sensation. It felt so good, giving in to Matthew like this - the older thief was experienced and apparently knew more things about what Guy’s body would like than Guy did.
But no sooner did it stop - and the head was once again moving down, licking its way down the youth’s abs and dipping a tongue into Guy’s belly button, before moving lower, and lower, and...
“Wh-Matthew!? Wh-what are you...” Guy stuttered out, as Matthew’s tongue traced along the top of his heated manhood, swirling around the tip, before sliding down the sensitive underside, making the youth shake. Now this felt good!
“Shhh, don’t worry, Guy...” Matthew whispered huskily. “I promise this will feel really good...”
And if Guy had planned to protest any further, that was cut off by a whine of pleasure as Matthew’s mouth came down over the head of Guy’s cock, the brunette’s tongue lapping up the delicious precum there. While the youth shook underneath him, Matthew’s lips tightened and his head slid farther down, coming closer and closer to the base, and then finally taking it all in, deep-throating Guy, whose moans were only getting louder and louder.
“Gods, Matthew, that’s... uhn...” Guy whined out, as Matthew’s tongue swirled around his shaft. Finally, his hands were released, and Guy quickly curled them within the brunette’s messy hair, clenching hard, and trying to thrust up into Matthew’s mouth. This was quickly halted by the older male pinning Guy’s hips down. This added restraint seemed to only drive Guy crazier - as well as the gentle sucking that Matthew was now doing, trying to draw out some more of that delicious precum.
The swordsman dared to raise his head, to look down at what Matthew was doing to him, and he moaned louder than even before. Matthew’s head was bobbing up and down on his manhood, and that image was so erotic that it was just what Guy needed to be driven over the edge. “M-Matthewww!” he screamed out, as he finally climaxed, his seed shooting into Matthew’s mouth. The older apparently wanted this the whole time - more than prepared, he swallowed it all down.
Drawing away, as Guy remained in the afterglow, panting for air, Matthew licked his lips, savouring the taste, before crashing his lips down on Guy, forcing his tongue down into the other’s mouth. Guy groaned as he tasted Matthew, mixed with himself, on that tongue - and he snapped back to awareness, and remembered that Matthew was still in need himself.
With surprising strength, Guy rolled the two over, and quickly lowered himself down. Before Matthew could realise what was happening, Guy had taken the older’s shaft down into his mouth. The taste of the flesh was new to Guy, but it was good all the same - and hearing an appreciative groan from Matthew only encouraged Guy.
Unfortunately, the youth was not ready for just how needy Matthew had become during that time - two hands quickly went to Guy’s scalp to pull his head down, while hips rose in a desperate thrust to feel more pleasure, forcing the inexperienced boy to begin deep-throating the other suddenly.
Guy had to stop for a few moments, to recover from the surprise he had felt, and Matthew calmed himself down for a few moments as well to get used to the pleasure. Then, slowly, Matthew began to pull out and thrust back in to Guy’s mouth once again, being a little more careful this time, and the Sacaen youth began to work the older’s shaft with his lips and tongue, gently suckling on it the whole while.
Having been so worked up, it didn’t take long for Matthew to explode - the man’s seed shot up and filled Guy’s eager mouth, and the boy did his best to lick it all up. Yet Matthew, being somewhat older, apparently had more than Guy could take. The boy choked a bit, some of it dripping down his chin, before finally he pulled away.
Slowly, Guy climbed back up towards Matthew, who kissed him on the lips quickly, before licking at the other’s face, cleaning him up. Then, there was a kicking at the covers and they were pulled up again, over them. Guy cuddled up against Matthew’s chest, sleepy as all hell after all of that work. Matthew wrapped his arms around the youth, and Guy shifted even closer.
As Guy fell asleep, Matthew swore he heard a few words that were barely whispered.
“I think I love you, Matthew...”
But before Matthew could respond in the affirmative, Guy was fast asleep - yet Matthew said it anyway, before letting sleep overtake him.
“I think I love you too, Guy...”

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When Guy began to wake from his interesting dreams (Involving Matthew, Guy, a teacup, a caterpillar, two chains, and a sinking ship - don’t ask), he found that there was a rough arm draped overtop of him. It took a few moments for him to actually separate the dream from the reality - and even then it was fairly difficult.
Guy lay there for a few moments, scared that if he moved he’d wake Matthew up. Yet before he could build up the courage to try and sneak away, Matthew was moving by himself, starting to awaken.
Slowly, on some unknown instinct, Guy turned around underneath the covers to face the thief, watching with an unreadable expression as the other woke up.
Matthew slowly opened his eyes, saw straight into Guy’s, and smiled.

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A short time later, both were dressed, and just as they were about to leave to grab something to eat, Matthew stole a kiss from the myrmidon.
“W-Wait, Matthew...” Guy stuttered a bit after the kiss ended, afraid to ask a question that he had come up with within the last few minutes. But now he had started - if he just said ‘forget it’ now, Matthew would pester him into asking anyway. “Umm...”
“Yeah?”
“Why’d you come to my room last night...”
“You really wanna know?”
“Yeah!” Guy answered quickly. “I mean, this is the second night you’ve come uninvited into my room and... well... done that to me...”
“Oh. Well, originally, I was gonna ask a favour of you,” Matthew smiled.
“...Y-You were?” Guy perked up. “But isn’t that the last one?”
“Yeah. Do you still want me to use it?” Matthew asked.
“Yes!” Guy answered, quickly. If Matthew would get it over with, Guy would have no reason to hang around the thief any more - and then he could leave. Not that he wanted to, well, he did, but he didn’t, and indeed he realised he couldn’t sort out his thoughts on the matter.
“Well, let’s go get something to eat then,” Matthew said triumphantly, marching for the door. “I’ll tell you over breakfast.”

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And so, breakfast was obtained - not more than a couple pieces of bread at a local tavern, with a couple apples on the side. Yet that was all they really needed - that, and a good tall glass of moo juice.
For a couple minutes, there was nothing said. Then, Guy finally found the courage, cleared his throat, opened his mouth - and no sound came out.
So he tried again. Nothing.
A third. “Err... what’s gonna ask?” he asked, somewhat stupidly, before quickly correcting himself. “I mean, what are you going to ask me to do?”
“Ah, that,” Matthew smirked. “I wasn’t going to ask you to do anything for me. I was going to ask you to give me something.”
“What?” Guy asked, picking up a piece of bread, nervously.
“For your hand,” came Matthew’s reply, as the thief stared at his travelling partner.
“What do you mean, ‘my hand’?” Guy asked.
A large bite was taken out of the loaf.
“I meant,” Matthew clarified, “I was going to ask for your hand. In marriage.”
A slightly soggy chunk of half-chewed bread flew across the room and dealt a purely-accidental 60-damage critical hit on an innocent bystander, killing him instantly.