Strange Occurrences

Description: Uhm..it's just the usual PWP. No plot. No nothing this time, really. Just some more guy on guy, basically. I know I've only posted a few other things, but it should be obvious by now that I DON'T do anything useful. This, being basically drabble, should be even more proof.

Also keep in mind I haven't played Vagrant Story. Terrible, isn't it? But I haven't. I've read a bit about it here and there lately and really like Sydney and Ashley. So from what little I know, I threw this together. In hindsight, please forgive anything that seems unfitting, off...whatever term you want to use. I just had the urge to write, to keep somewhat in practice, and this is what came out. Call it creative license if you have to. I dunno.

Forgive any typos and other errors, I was typing this up around three in the morning and all, running on little sleep. Kinda normal of me.

My final note is my usual one...if you just want to tell me what a terrible writer I am, please don't waste the time commenting. See, I asked nicely. I don't need to be told, anyway, I already know. -__-

Disclaimer: Nope. Sydney and Ashley don’t belong to me. Pity that. They belong to Square Enix and I’m not attempting to take any credit for them.


Ashley X Sydney PWP


Passion could be such a misguided thing. How could it ever have come to this?

If Ashley knew, he couldn’t say. He had no will or power to speak at all. He had lost the ability to believe that the details mattered, anyway. The thing that did matter was simply Sydney.

As for the recollection of the blonde, there was a bit more clarity, but even that was fading fast. He could recall heated arguing, distance closed between his being and Ashley’s and then…blackness. And nothing. Nothing at all until this moment, this captivity beneath Ashley.

Sydney was a very charismatic being, the sort that lacked nothing in experience. He had never lacked in bed partners, either. There was always someone there willing to fall to his powerful charisma and join him for a night. Granted, he’d always been so perfectly in control. He’d always been on top, if you were the sort that wanted the most blunt description. That was the simple fact that set this aside from everything else he’d ever gotten into. He was accustomed to being the one that--

“Hnn!!” The cry escaped the blonde before he even had time to register it, eyes darting open to gaze upon the larger form atop him.

As for what had drawn the cry, it was Ashley. The Riskbreaker had driven his larger form against that of Sydney, grinding so that hips met roughly and, in turn, their groins. Common sense dictated Sydney to be still, to try, even if it turned out to only be in vain, to put the Riskbreaker off. And yet, his normally controlled body betrayed him, lithe form driving up against Ashley’s with a needy, keening whimper that was so uncommon of him.

And yet, it felt so good. Clearly Ashley felt the same, judging the heavily lidded eyes, that expression of both lust and pleasure alike. It was a look so rarely worn by the normally stoic Riskbreaker, but a look that he pulled off with a natural ease. In all honestly, Sydney found it to be nothing short of beautiful, though held no intentions of telling this to the other male.

There was no escape from the Riskbreaker, Sydney had become acutely aware of that even over the short span of time. In hindsight to that fact, he wound metal arms around him, razor tipped fingers pressing into the small of his back. A slight drag of talons turned out to be enough to illicit a deep moan out of Ashley, driving the larger man to thrust against him harder, a thrust that Sydney found himself far too eager to meet.

From there on it was truly the touch of claws that set the pace of most actions from Ashley. Each drag of bladed fingers brought on the same needy thrusts from the Riskbreaker. And for each, Sydney was sure to meet it, impressed at the amazing rush the contact they had supplied, even though it wasn’t flesh to flesh.

At the next drag of Sydney’s deadly claws against his back, Ashley’s thrusting became frenzied, so much less controlled. He was growing so close to release. And had he been in a more aware state of mind, he’d have known it was the same for Sydney. But there really was no awareness of that, only awareness for the fact that they were both voicing whimpers and soft cries as they continued to writhe against one another in heated thrusts. The act was not one Ashley would have truly called fucking, and yet it was so much like it, enough like it to sate pent up desires.

It all drew to an end far too soon, however, even though Ashley would have no complaints of that later. He felt Sydney thrust up against him one more time, a soft cry that sounded something like, ‘Ahn!’ escaping his lips as his back arched with all of the deadly grace and beauty one would have expected of him, spilling himself into tight leather in an amazing, hot rush.

It was through heavily lidded eyes that Ashley viewed the expressive look of passion that painted the blonde’s features. It served as all Ashley needed to let go. He moaned again and drove himself against the slender form one last time, pushing him roughly into the hard floor, preventing any escape, which left him fully sure that Sydney felt every spasm of his climax.

Ashley dropped against Sydney, panting in almost the same fashion as the blonde, acutely aware of the way the beating of each of their hearts matched. He could feel it. And for all the hate he’d flung in the direction of this man before, he could not deny that it felt…good. It had been so long since he’d shared even the smallest intimate act with another that he’d almost forgotten just how good it could be.

“Time to move…” Sydney murmured as his breathing evened out. In all honesty, he didn’t believe the request would be honored.

Sure enough, it wasn't.

Sydney sighed and rested one deadly hand at the back of Ashley’s neck, the other buried partly in dark hair. He gave a slight tug and drew him into a kiss. It lasted a long moment, and then he simply shoved the Riskbreaker off of his being. He may have been slighter, but he was strong, deceptively so. He sat up fluidly and watched as Ashley did the same, though the dark haired male was much slower about it.

“For all of my wisdom and insight, I suppose I have learned another lesson today.”

“Mmn?” Ashley still couldn’t find the ability to form real words. The murmured reply was as close as he could manage.

“Never get into a heated argument with a stoic Riskbreaker. Quite dangerous. And not because of their grand skill and ability to fight, oh no. They seem to have so many feelings all pent up inside. Feelings that need to be freed at any cost.”

“…?”

“Pent up passion, Riskbreaker.” Sydney pushed his hands so carefully through blonde hair and smirked at the other male. “I did, after all, have many outcomes for this particular meeting. And I assure you, being practically molested by you was not one of them.”

“…”

Sydney only chuckled, shaking his head. So much for the infallible gift of insight.