Real Man Contest

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean Till the end of time and in no way think it's better than SO2

A/N: I know this is kind of a weird pairing but it practically wrote itself after I watched the PA in Lucien's house *shrug* if you don't like it then don't read it and save us both the hastle



Roger shifted from foot to foot in front of Lucien’s house. He looked really nervous.
“What’s the matter kid?” Cliff asked scratching his head, it wasn’t that he cared really, he was just curious. At least that’s what he told himself.
“Nothing.” Roger said with a pout.
“Come on kid, spit it out?” He said putting his hands firmly on his hips. Roger adjusted his hat indignantly and stared back up at Cliff, he was about to explode attitude but then he calmed down and looked down at his shoes slyly.
“I lost the last ‘real man’ contest so Lucian’s gonna make fun of me.”
“You’re gonna let some little twerp try and tell you weather you’re a real man or not?” Cliff said with a scoff, tossing back his thick blonde hair. Fayt passed by with Maria, looking over at the water beneath Surferio, Cliff ignored them scrutinizing Roger as his ears drooped even lower under his hat.
“How else am I supposed to find out if I’m a real man?” He said looking up at Cliff with big brown eyes.
“Well… being a real man has nothing to do with how well you swing that axe or stealing some statue from a bunch of bandits.” He said with a chuckle. “You don’t know the first thing about being a real man.” Roger turned red in the face, smoke blowing out of his nose.
“What do you know about being a real man anyway?” He shouted, smacking Cliff in the foot with the back of his axe then running off into Lucien’s house.

Roger came out with his ears practically grazing the ground, Lucian and his buddies had managed to talk a good deal of shame into him. The sum was setting over the mountains, reflecting golden light into the water below as the mermaids passed beneath him. He let out a deep sigh, he was just going to go home and forget about meeting up with Fayt and Nell, and he didn’t want to have to argue with Cliff again anyway.
“What are you looking so discouraged for kid?” A deep voice said. Roger looked up to find Cliff’s dark eyes focused on him.
“Oh, it’s just you.” He said kicking at the air. “Leave me alone.”
“You don’t want me to teach you how to be a real man?” Cliff asked with a mischievous grin.
“There isn’t a thing that you could teach me.” Roger said crossing his arms arrogantly.
“Is that so?” Cliff said picking Roger up by the back of his turtleneck, Roger tried to swing at him with his axe, but his arms weren’t long enough. “I’m going to teach you something that you couldn’t even imagine, kid.” Cliff said with a wicked grin as he walked off to Roger’s house instead of the town elders.
“Hey why are you going to my house? What about Fayt?”
“We’ll see him later; right now we need some privacy.” He said busting into Roger’s house and locking the door behind himself.
“Can you put me down now?” Roger asked with a resigned sigh. Cliff carried him into the bedroom and tossed him onto the bed.
“Ow…” Roger said rubbing his back. “So how are you going to teach me to be a man?” He asked, taking off his helmet and scratching his head shyly. “Is it going to be some kind of contest?”
“Not a contest the way that you’re thinking of. More like a test of endurance.” Cliff said taking off his gauntlet and gloves, setting them down on the table next to Roger’s bed.
“Are we going to race?” Roger asked looking up at him innocently.
“Well first off, let’s see if you’re brave. I challenge you to see who can take the most clothes off before the other one chicken out.”
“What kind of contest is that?” Roger said crinkling his nose up.
“What are you afraid?”
“No, I’m not afraid of anything. I accept.” Roger stood up and took off his boots hesitantly as Cliff threw off his shoes. “Now what…?”
“We keep going.” Cliff said with a wicked grin, as he slipped off his black chaps and tossed them on the floor followed by his belt and his brown pants. He stood there grinning in a pair of tight black briefs and his vest. “What’s the matter?”
“N-nothing.” Roger said looking up at him shyly, glancing at the gigantic lump in his briefs awkwardly. He slipped out of his brown little jumper and the pants underneath and stood in his green turtle neck and tidy whiteys. His legs were slim and round, androgynous compared to the thick sinewy muscle of his legs. His tail curled around his leg nervously, the fur on the end sticking up.
“Alright.” Cliff said raising an eyebrow at the boy before unzipping his vest revealing the tight thick muscles of his chest. His skin was a milky white accept for the three black rings around his neck. He ran his fingers over the rigid muscles of his abdomen with a sideways grin as he waited for Roger to do the same. Roger slipped the turtle neck over his head awkwardly shaking his head to get it all the way off. He had a perfectly smooth little chest soft brown little nipples. He looked up at Cliff shyly cupping his hands over his underwear; standing unclothed next to Cliff certainly didn’t make him feel like a man. “No need to hide it, you don’t have anything that I don’t.”
“I have furry ears and a tail,” Roger said rolling his eyes.
“You know what I mean; it’s all basically the same anyways.”
“What are those lines on your neck anyways? I haven’t seen any other Elicoorian’s with those.” He said, scratching his ear nervously.
“Forget about it kid, I’m just special. Now, we get to the good part.” He said slipping off his briefs and revealing an enormous erection. Roger’s mouth gaped as he stared at it and he licked his lips nervously. Cliff grinned down at him predatorily, “your turn.”
Roger slipped his tidy whiteys off slowly; he had a chubby little penis that clung close to his belly.
“Cute little thing you’ve got there,” Cliff said with a smirk.
“Shut up!” Roger said turning beet red. “Who won anyway?”
“It was a tie; we’ll have to try something else. I see how you keep staring at my goods.” He said putting his hands on his hips, his erecting jutting out further.
“It’s just that it’s… so big.” He said peeking down at his penis then looking back at Cliff’s the difference was pretty significant.
“Think you can fit it down your throat?” Cliff asked, walking closer to Roger and backing him up into the bed.
“Why would I want to do that?” Roger asked, his tail thumping on the bed as he sat anxiously, looking up at Cliff, unable to ignore his erection.
“Afraid you can’t do it with out choking?”
“No…”
“I bet you couldn’t do it without choking, ya little wimp.”
“Hey, I can too!” He said pounding his fist on the bed, blushing at the idea.
“Alright.” Cliff said, pressing his head against Roger’s soft pink lips, “open wide.” Roger opened his mouth and his eyes widened as Cliff pushed further into his mouth and slowly inched down his throat. “Now suck.” Cliff ordered, running his hands through Roger's hair and rubbing his ears. Roger looked up at him with questioning eyes. “Just lick it as best you can, ah, yeah like that.” He said, his hips twitching, humping Roger’s mouth gently. He tried to keep from rocking his hips against Roger’s mouth for a few minutes but after awhile he couldn’t hold back so he pulled out, a string of spit following his erection out and dripping from Roger’s lips.
This is usually when Roger would be gloating, when he had done something that someone dared him he wouldn’t do, but instead he was dumbfounded. He stared at Cliff with wide eyes, his cheeks flushed. Part of him knew that this was wrong, but it was oddly interesting, he felt himself getting stiff and he blushed and even deeper red.
“I-I did it…”
“And you liked it too, didn’t you?” Cliff said stroking him lightly. “Now, I’ve got one more test for ya, do you trust me?” Cliff said, lifting his small body into his arms. His little heart beating like a jackhammer as he was pressed against cliff’s rock solid chest.
“Okay,” Roger said wrapping his little arms around Cliff’s neck. Cliff sat down and lowered Roger down onto his lap.
“You ready?” He asked his saliva slicked head pressing against the tight little ring of muscle in Roger’s behind.
“AH!” he groaned curling his fingers up against Cliff’s chest as he pressed deeper into him. Cliff sheathed himself inside of Roger in one swift stroke, making the little body in his arms tremble violently.
“Damn kid, you’re so tight.” Cliff said, tilting his head up and kissing him on the lips gently as he started to move inside of him. Cliff’s hands slid down to Rogers hips and he lifted him up and down as he thrust into him. Increasing speed as he groaned at how hot he was inside.
“Ahhh!” Roger cried out as Cliff pulled him down quickly, filling him with thick hard cock.
“Shh.” Cliff whispered, slipping two fingers between his lips and pushing Cliff onto the bed, rutting into him like an animal. Roger moaned his little hips twitching in response to the barbaric thrusts into him. His eyes were watering but it felt so good to be filled, he felt a hot liquid seeping out of him and as he heard Cliff’s gruff moans in his ear he burst splattering white all over Cliff’s abs.
“And I didn’t even touch you.” Cliff said with a little chuckle. He thrust into him more wildly and then let out a deep groan spilling his seed deep inside the boy and ridding out the last few waves of orgasm. “Ah, kid you were pretty good.” He said pulling out and rolling off of him. Roger was still trembling, his eyes drifted closed but he still turned and reached for Cliff. It felt like the thing to do.
“So…” Roger panted tiredly, “Did I win?” Cliff smirked at the question.
“Yeah, you won.” Cliff said pulling him closer; he let Roger rest on him. Just for a little while.