Closer than Brothers

Title: Closer than Brothers
Fanfiction Of: Fire Emblem 6: The Sword of Seals
Author: Genis Irving
Rating: NC-17
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: Male on male sex here! Can’t handle it? Go Elsewhere.
Summary: Nearing the final battle, Roy finds his good friend Wolt in a state of absolute fear. Trying to comfort him ends up in the young lord discovering some interesting things about Wolt. Roy/Wolt (FE6: Sword of Seals)
Spoilers: Since this takes place near the end of Fire Emblem 6, there may be a couple spoilers. Just forewarning!

A/N: This is purely a one-shot fiction. There will NOT be another chapter (Though if I get enough reviews, I may do something like a sequel, hint hint!) I’m not sure how well this paring goes over with people (They’re both so young – I’m assuming that during FE6 they were both approximately 13-15 years of age, since I doubt anybody younger could fight as well as they could [laugh here]).

~~Closer than Brothers~~

Roy knew things could go wrong. Nothing usually went right, until now, when they were finally gaining on Bern, finally, the war was going the way the red-haired youth wanted it to go. He was smiling a bit, though he was deeply worried. Soon, without a doubt, they’d have to take on Zephiel once and for all, and finish this stupid war.
Roy didn’t want anybody else to get hurt.
The camp around them seemed to be in high spirits. Bors was busy training Wendy once again, all the while being distracted because of his need to have one eye on Lilian, who was happily relaxing next to Clarine, enjoying some fish they had caught. Fa, Lou, Ray, and Hugh were all playing near the camp, trying to relax for once. Cath was busy entertaining Gonzales, among others, with her tall tales, as usual. Even with the sun going down now, they were still in high spirits. With any luck they’d have such high morale for their upcoming battle...
Roy smiled. He gave a quick check, and realised a moment after finishing that he was short somebody. Quickly, he checked again.
“...That’s funny... Where’s Wolt?” Roy blinked, looking around. The blonde boy was nowhere in sight. Quickly, Roy walked over to Sue. “Hey, Sue! Have you see Wolt?”
“Hmm?” Sue thought for a moment. “Oh yeah. He went towards the river near here to practice his archery on the fish. Seems silly to me.”
“...Yeah...” a bit of worry came over Roy, knowing that the blonde boy, no, young man he had grown up with usually wouldn’t leave his side. What was up? Quickly, Roy followed Sue’s directions and followed a little path that lead towards the river.
He didn’t see Wolt there right away, so he gave a call. “Wolt? Wolt!”
He let himself hear hard for a few moments, before he picked up a light sound. It reminded him of sniffling. He followed it, and the first thing he saw near a bend was the Mulgre, the legendary bow, just lying there on the ground.
He carefully picked it up and held onto it as he rounded the bend, to see Wolt lying against a tree, knees bent up against his head, sobbing into his arms. He was shaking like crazy.
“...Wolt?” Roy knelt down beside his friend, leaving the Mulgre beside him. “Wolt, is something wrong?”
The blonde boy didn’t respond. He just remained there and kept shaking lightly, sobbing.
“Wolt, what’s wrong?”
“...Roy-sama?” slowly, the archer lifted his head slowly, to see Roy’s eyes on him. A moment later, he hid his face again, sobbing.
“Wolt, what’s wrong?” Roy asked again, trying to get an answer. He put his arm around his friend, pulling his head against his chest, trying to comfort him. “Wolt...”
“...I... I’m just... scared...” Wolt admitted.
“...Really?” Roy asked.
“See! I should just leave! Even with the Mulgre... Gods... I’ll never be able to fight Zephiel... all those dragons...” Wolt shuddered against his friend, sobbing. “I wish I could just be happy and everything with all of you, but... the idea of going up against the king of Bern? And an army of Mamkute... god, Roy-sama... I can’t stand it...”
Roy made a hushing sound, trying to calm him. “We’re all worried, Wolt... don’t be ashamed of it...”
“I... I can’t even shoot straight any more, Roy-sama...” Wolt continued to let his tears flow, gently pounding the ground with one fist. “You should just give the Mulgre to Sue or Claine or Shin... I’m not worthy to wield it...”
“Shh... Don’t say that...” Roy tried to comfort his friend, but doubt was on his mind. If Wolt really couldn’t fire the legendary bow... even if they were the supreme weapons, what would they do in the hands of somebody who couldn’t use them?
“Besides, what would you do if we did give the Mulgre to somebody else? Then what would you do? Would you leave?” Roy asked.
“...Yeah...” Wolt admitted.
“But you can’t leave. I won’t let you” Roy smiled.
“...” Wolt didn’t answer, but for a little while he just kept his face hidden, stopping crying finally a little while later.
“...You alright?” Roy started to move, but Wolt let out a whimper of protest.
“...Please, Roy-sama...” Wolt asked, slightly pleading. “...Can we stay like this for a while? ...I need to sleep, and this is so comfortable...”
Roy started to laugh a bit, before gently ruffling his hands through Wolt’s hair. “Yeah, Wolt. Go ahead...” he smiled, with his arm around Wolt.
The blonde archer fell asleep first, then Roy fell asleep quickly after him, resting on the back of his old friend.
Roy wasn’t sure if he dreamed at all, because not an hour later he was awoken by a soft muttering from Wolt.
“Mmm... that’s nice...”
Roy blinked, looking at Wolt, who had seemingly loosened up in his sleep, lying face-up on Roy’s lap, and the lordling could see a bulge in the front of Wolt’s trousers. Roy blushed heavily.
He felt ashamed for doing it, and he was tempted to just leave, or put his fingers in his ears, but he was curious. Maybe he’d get a name... wouldn’t that be interesting?
‘Shame on me! He’s my friend, I shouldn’t be spying on who he has erotic dreams about!’ Roy mentally scolded himself.
But Roy didn’t turn away. Instead, he kept listening.
There was a soft whimper from the young golden-haired boy beneath him. “Oh... mmm... ah...”
Roy’s blush grew.
“...Oh... h... harder, Roy-sama, harder...”
The lord’s eyes opened in surprise, and only a couple moments later did he realise his jaw was hanging open in surprise. Quickly he put his hands on it, shutting it, but it only fell open again.
He knew that he was close friends with Wolt, but this? He’d have to take a while to think. It was him who was responsible for the bulge in Wolt’s pants.
“Oh... yes, Roy-sama...” Wolt moaned again, still speaking in his sleep, shifting his body nervously.
Roy knew something was wrong with Wolt, because feeling that way about other guys... well, it just was something he had been brought up with the knowledge that it wasn’t natural, and...
“...Ah! R-Roy-sama!” Wolt gave a small shout and gasp, and Roy felt himself hardening as well.
‘...Why am I reacting this way? Wolt’s my friend, but he’s a guy!’ Roy wanted to slap himself, but he was afraid of Wolt waking up. If the boy did, he’d be so embarrassed... and then what would Roy tell him?
He’d end up having to hurt Wolt, and then that would hurt both of them... and that morale would spread through the entire group, and then there’d be no way they could defeat Zephiel...
“Gods... Roy-sama... You’re so... uhhnn...” Wolt moaned again, and if Roy wasn’t fully erect before, he was now. He wasn’t sure why, but it was probably the idea of anyone desiring him so badly that was getting him all hot and bothered. He realised that it was getting out of control. Gods, if Wolt opened his mouth once more, Roy would probably have to retreat and take care of himself...
“R-Roy-s-sama...” Wolt was gasping suddenly, and Roy’s hand instantly moved down to gently stroke his hard wood through his pants, gasping lightly at the feeling of the bulge under the silken fabric, pressing up against his hand.
“Please... Roy... I can’t... keep going... I’m gonna...” Wolt moaned again, babbling incoherently, and Roy realised something suddenly.
That wasn’t his pants he was touching. It was Wolt’s.
‘What the hell am I doing? And why don’t I want to stop?’ Roy wondered, as he gently pushed his fingers on the bulge at the front of Wolt’s pants.
Suddenly, Wolt’s whole body shook for a moment, and he rolled towards Roy, his whole body moving with him. Wolt’s head was suddenly pressed up against Roy’s groin, one of his cheeks resting on the bulge, and the sudden movement had pressed the tent in his pants against Roy’s hand, pretty much giving him a handful.
And then Roy felt Wolt’s part shaking under the fabric, and felt the cloth become sticky with a hot fluid.
‘He just... oh my god...’ Roy gasped loudly in surprise, not realising that when he did, he ended up waking Wolt up.
“...Roy-sama!” Wolt blushed furiously, realising what a position he was in, and that Roy’s hand was now ever so lightly tainted with his release. “...Umm... err...”
Roy’s eyes widened again when he realised that Wolt was awake, and apparently quite knowledgeable about the lord’s ‘problem’, because as the archer pushed himself up into a sitting position, he was trying to avoid eyeing it, but the youth’s eyes just kept straying there.
“Did you... hear all of that?” Wolt asked, blushing furiously and turning away.
“...Umm... yeah...” Roy blushed a bit, but he remained looking at his friend.
“I’m sorry, this must be really awkward for you, and I should just leave, and...” Wolt made to leave, starting to stand up. Before he could though, Roy, acting on some unknown instinct, grabbed Wolt’s shoulders and forced him to turn around, pulling him hard onto the ruby-haired boy, forcing a kiss onto Wolt’s lips as Roy laid underneath his friend.
Wolt was surprised for a few moments, but quickly opened his lips, and their tongues began to dance in each other’s mouths, a bit of uncertainty at first, but then it quickly was washed away as the two explored the new territory.
This continued for what seemed like forever, with Wolt laying heavily on Roy’s body. The blonde bowman was weak from his orgasm not a minute earlier, and was nearly crushing the boy under him, though he loved it. He could feel Roy’s desire poking him in the chest.
Suddenly, Roy had to break away, gasping for air. “Wolt... umm... you’re kinda crushing me!”
“...Oh! Sorry!” Wolt rolled over and off of Roy, giving the red-haired boy a moment to catch his breath, then was surprised again when Roy rolled on top of him, this time pressing forcefully against him, almost demanding the kiss. This kiss lasted even long, seeming to stretch into forever, and all the while Roy was busy pulling the sheath of the Sword of Seals from his belt, laying it beside the Mulgre.
As they broke off, Wolt suddenly became aware of the fact that his shirt was around his neck, Roy’s hands having drawn it up there during that last kiss. ‘What is this? A dream?’ Wolt wondered about that, but then tossed it off as his shirt was removed.
Roy smiled, using his hands to teasingly trace around Wolt’s firm chest, snaking his fingers in figure-eights around the blonde’s nipples.
“Wait, Roy-sama...” Wolt grabbed his hand.
“What’s wrong, Wolt?” Roy asked.
“...I don’t want you to do this unless you mean it” Wolt said quickly. He knew it might ruin his only chance to be with Roy, but he had to make sure this wasn’t just a random idea of Roy’s, that his lord really did care for him this much.
“I do mean it.”
“Will you mean it tomorrow?” Wolt asked.
Roy paused for a moment. “Let me show you my answer”
And then he leaned down a bit and kissed Wolt along the side of the neck, sliding up it and gently biting on Wolt’s earlobe. The blonde hunter gasped a bit.
“...I... I take it that’s a yes?” Wolt asked. Roy nodded, releasing the lobe, before he moved his head down towards Wolt’s chest, giving little licks and nibbles all the way down, teasing the other boy. Finally, he took one of the blonde’s nipples into his mouth, gently biting on it.
“Oh! Mmm...” Wolt moaned a bit, and he let his arms grab around Roy’s waist, sliding along his back, and then his hands slid under the back of Roy’s blue travelling shirt, starting to slide it along his back. When Roy lifted his head to switch, Wolt gave it a strong tug and removed it, seeing the fine body that belonged to his lord, the stuff right out of dreams. Strong and firm, defined by all the travelling, just a bit dirty and rugged.
It was all making Wolt hot again, and though he had been trying to keep some focus beforehand, when Roy took his other nipple into his mouth, any reason fled his mind.
“Gods... uhnn... Roy-sama...” Wolt moaned, and the voice only succeeded in turning Roy on even more. The future Marquess Pherae was facing his biggest problem ever: not the wyvern lords he had killed, not the Mamkutes with their flaming breath.
Rather, his damn pants! Oh, how he wished he could get them off and just start doing stuff to Wolt...
And then it occurred to him that he didn’t really know what to do with a man. A woman, yeah his father had said something once about sex. But what about with another man?
However, at the same time, there was a shuffling of fabric, and realised that Wolt was slipping out of his pants. He was uncertain about this for a moment, and he pulled up for a moment, to discover that Wolt had succeeded.
And that he was now looking at his friend’s rock hard member, a bit of essence from his previous orgasm still coating it, so it seemed to glint a bit.
And Roy was liking it.
“Wolt...” Roy slipped his hand along Wolt’s belly, before sliding it over the tiny blonde tuft and then up the boy’s shaft, and Wolt arched up, poking Roy’s gut with it. The contact made him even hotter.
“Gods... Roy...” Wolt moaned, as Roy slowly cupped his young hand around Wolt’s member. Wolt pushed upwards on instinct, making both boy’s shiver. Roy liked the feeling of Wolt’s warmth in his hand, liked how thick it felt...
Slowly, he began to move his hand, as he slid the rest of his body up to match Wolt’s, strongly kissing the other boy. As Roy sped up, Wolt was moaning, and Roy could actually feel the moans in the back of Wolt’s throat, like some kind of feral noise. Roy was seriously ready to tear his pants off, because they were seriously becoming painful at this point. He was about ready to unsheath his sword.
At the same time, Wolt seemed to be thinking the same, and he somehow managed to pull enough concentration together to get his fingers into the hem of Roy’s long trousers, yanking them down, and trying to see past his lover’s chin to see what he had just uncovered. It didn’t work, and though he couldn’t see it, he could feel it poking into his gut. That coincided with a strong tug from Roy that made Wolt scream, a sound muffled by their locked lips.
Without realising it, Wolt wrapped his legs around Roy, as Roy continued to molest him, going faster and faster. Wolt had to break out of the kiss, gasping, his breathing ragged and heavy, a rough blush all over his face.
And then he shook and screamed Roy’s name, and his vision went white. Roy felt his servant’s member stiffen up greatly, shaking in his grip, a warm, thick liquid beginning to shoot off of the tip. Roy finally removed his hand and left his lover to spurt wildly, getting his release all over his groin and belly.
“Oh... R... Roy-samaaaaaa...” Wolt seemed to stretch the end of his final moan as he came down from his momentary ‘high’, pulling Roy’s groin down against his, succeeding in putting a bit of his own seed on his lover’s member.
Then Wolt remembered that his lord’s member was unattended to. He flipped Roy over, so the red-haired youth was on his back, and gave him one last kiss before sliding down his body, teasing with little kisses.
‘Gods, what is he up to?’ Roy wondered, propping himself up with his elbows, basking in the feeling. He was ready to explode at the slightest touch, all it would have taken would have been for Wolt to give him a single pull, and...
And then Wolt teased Roy’s rock-hard member with his tongue, swirling it around it, and Roy moaned doubly loud, because of the surprise that hit with the pleasure. ‘Oh, fuck, that feels so good...’
“Wolt... uhmm...” Roy gasped. “Can... you do that... again?”
“I can do more than that!” Wolt smiled, licking his lips, and then swirling his tongue all around Roy’s member, cleaning off any of cum that he might have got on it, which the red-haired boy could plainly see for a moment before his elbows gave out, and he hit his head on the ground below him. He didn’t mind. He was in too much bliss.
“Gods... Wolt-uhnn...” The last part was a strangled moan as Wolt gave him another lick. “That’s... good... so...”
Wolt, apparently, didn’t let him finish. He opened his mouth wide and took the top part of Roy’s cock into his mouth, being careful not to accidentally scrape the one he loved so much with his teeth. Roy was moaning fully, trying to push himself into Wolt’s mouth, but the boy held his hips down with his hands.
“Uhn... fuck, Wolt, that’s so...” Wolt, testily, gave a quick suck, and suddenly it was just too much for Roy. The red-haired boy, who a few minutes ago would never have even remotely thought of such a thing, exploded his seed in Wolt’s mouth.
He nearly passed out right then and there, gasping for air, and he faintly heard the sound of choking from Wolt, who was trying to swallow his cum. He was doing a fine job, though there was just a bit that was running down Roy’s member, and another trickle that was sliding along Wolt’s chin, in such a manner that if Roy hadn’t of been so purely exhausted from it, that he probably would have wanted to screw around with Wolt again.
Finally, Wolt pulled away, wiping off the semen with the back of his hand and then licking it off, like a wolf would clean his paw. Except much, much sexier.
“Roy-sama... I love you so much...” Wolt collapsed next to Roy, too tired to move for a little while.
“Yeah... well, get dressed before you go to sleep” Roy commanded. “What will the group think if they see both of us lying naked together?” the red-haired boy grabbed his pants and slipped into them.
“...” Wolt paused, blushing a bit as he slipped into his pants. “I don’t know... but they’ll have to know some time, won’t they?”
“We’ll wait until it’s all over to tell them” Roy smiled. “Then it won’t matter, we can be together, and if they don’t like it, we don’t have to be with them” he pulled on his shirt, then finally grabbed the Sword of Seals and returned it to the sheath at his side.
“Right” Wolt smiled, as he finished dressing, grabbing onto the Mulgre and pulling it close to him, finally lying down. “...Hey, Roy-sama?”
“Yeah?” Roy cuddled up behind him, lying one hand over Wolt’s side, in a kind-of embrace.
“...Do you think we’ll both survive in the end?”
“Yeah, Wolt” Roy smiled. “We’ll both be together once Zephiel’s gone.”
“You sure?”
“Wolt, my love, I promise you. I won’t let you die. Even if a thousand mamkutes attack us tonight, I won’t let either of us die.”
“...Thanks, Roy-sama.”

-~-The end-~-
(Author’s Lame Ending Note: I heard somebody call Roy and Wolt ‘milk-brothers’. Think about that one for a while, and you’ll get it)