Love in Sadal Suud
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Category:
+A through F › Baten Kaitos
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,252
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Baten Kaitos, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Love in Sadal Suud
Love in Sadal Suud, by TheLady
Author Notes: This is not only my first naughty fic, but my first fanfic entirely. Please be gentle :)
If you're the reviewing type, please review. Also, if you like this and want to post it elsewhere, by all means do so, just give me credit for writing it.
Oh, and this is NC-17. Two fictional guys from a video game having sex. If you don't want to read that then please don't. If you're too young to read that then please don't. If you are neither too young nor dislike this sorta stuff, then have fun. I certainly did writing it :)
As for my writing style, I personally prefer short chapters, so that's how I posted, even though I wrote this story all at once. If you need to know, the sex is in the last chapter. Hey, that's what I look for sometimes. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I don't intend to make money off these characters. I simply borrowed them for a fanfic that I wanted to see. The owners can have them back now.
Chapter One: Lyude likes wings
It was fucking hot in Cebalrai. They had known it would be, thanks to Malpercio. The people were suffering, the crops were suffering, even those infernal Pows were suffering. They'd agreed to take several animals, including a pow, back to Wazn to bring to a very odd woman who liked keeping animals in a hotel room made of ice. Oh well, it was a living. It was all they seemed to do anymore, run from one city to another, one island to another. Reuniting Quzman's relatives, finding starmap fragments, fighting monsters, and just generally prepping for the attack on Cor Hydrae. Running, and fighting, and searching and preparing and... Gah, he was sick of this! It was hot and smelly, and he was hot and smelly, and his world was shattered and they were about to risk their lives to destroy some ancient evil and instead of just fucking getting it over with they were running around searching for people with bracelets. Lyude was positively sick of this.
But, being that he was Lyude, he wouldn't say anything. You see, he could whine and whine about his brother and sister not loving him, and betraying the empire and losing Almarde. Those things were fine. But telling people what would happen if he didn't get a bath and a cool swim in soon? That was just below him.
Besides, he was having a might bit of trouble coming to terms with the major cause of the heat.
He could blame it on Malpercio all he wanted, but to say that Kalas didn't have a warming effect on him would be a lie. Damn, that boy was hot! Lyude had noticed it when he first met him. He was shy as a school girl. Some ambassador to the empire he was. He was too busy trying not to blush when looking at the blue haired boy that he almost let a king die.
No, Lyude didn't want to even think about Kalas, didn't want to think about his long, lean body, those strong arms, muscled thighs, tight... Oh, no he wouldn't think about it. If anything he'd let himself think about the wings. One, soft and feathered, the other, rough and metallic, two very different sides, much like the boy himself. Yes, wings. He could think about those. That way if anyone was asking him what he was thinking about he wouldn't have to blush and could simply say he was wondering why he didn't have wings too, or that he was marvelling at Georg's artistry.
Hot and smelly though he was, Lyude would keep silent and calm, following the lead of Xelha and Kalas through Cebalrai. Soon they would leave for Pherkad, to speak with that damn Quzman again. The battles were so easy that he whole time he could just walk and think of those wings. Mmmm, wings...
Author Notes: This is not only my first naughty fic, but my first fanfic entirely. Please be gentle :)
If you're the reviewing type, please review. Also, if you like this and want to post it elsewhere, by all means do so, just give me credit for writing it.
Oh, and this is NC-17. Two fictional guys from a video game having sex. If you don't want to read that then please don't. If you're too young to read that then please don't. If you are neither too young nor dislike this sorta stuff, then have fun. I certainly did writing it :)
As for my writing style, I personally prefer short chapters, so that's how I posted, even though I wrote this story all at once. If you need to know, the sex is in the last chapter. Hey, that's what I look for sometimes. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I don't intend to make money off these characters. I simply borrowed them for a fanfic that I wanted to see. The owners can have them back now.
Chapter One: Lyude likes wings
It was fucking hot in Cebalrai. They had known it would be, thanks to Malpercio. The people were suffering, the crops were suffering, even those infernal Pows were suffering. They'd agreed to take several animals, including a pow, back to Wazn to bring to a very odd woman who liked keeping animals in a hotel room made of ice. Oh well, it was a living. It was all they seemed to do anymore, run from one city to another, one island to another. Reuniting Quzman's relatives, finding starmap fragments, fighting monsters, and just generally prepping for the attack on Cor Hydrae. Running, and fighting, and searching and preparing and... Gah, he was sick of this! It was hot and smelly, and he was hot and smelly, and his world was shattered and they were about to risk their lives to destroy some ancient evil and instead of just fucking getting it over with they were running around searching for people with bracelets. Lyude was positively sick of this.
But, being that he was Lyude, he wouldn't say anything. You see, he could whine and whine about his brother and sister not loving him, and betraying the empire and losing Almarde. Those things were fine. But telling people what would happen if he didn't get a bath and a cool swim in soon? That was just below him.
Besides, he was having a might bit of trouble coming to terms with the major cause of the heat.
He could blame it on Malpercio all he wanted, but to say that Kalas didn't have a warming effect on him would be a lie. Damn, that boy was hot! Lyude had noticed it when he first met him. He was shy as a school girl. Some ambassador to the empire he was. He was too busy trying not to blush when looking at the blue haired boy that he almost let a king die.
No, Lyude didn't want to even think about Kalas, didn't want to think about his long, lean body, those strong arms, muscled thighs, tight... Oh, no he wouldn't think about it. If anything he'd let himself think about the wings. One, soft and feathered, the other, rough and metallic, two very different sides, much like the boy himself. Yes, wings. He could think about those. That way if anyone was asking him what he was thinking about he wouldn't have to blush and could simply say he was wondering why he didn't have wings too, or that he was marvelling at Georg's artistry.
Hot and smelly though he was, Lyude would keep silent and calm, following the lead of Xelha and Kalas through Cebalrai. Soon they would leave for Pherkad, to speak with that damn Quzman again. The battles were so easy that he whole time he could just walk and think of those wings. Mmmm, wings...