Dragon Boy Toy

Title: Dragon Boy Toy
((Fire Emblem 7: The Blazing Sword
Author: Genis Irving
Rating: NC-17
Bonus Disclaimer: This was originally a part of 'Blazing Swords' which was going to be a collection of yaoi stories... but I'm honestly not gonna continue it. So this story is a one-shot.
Warnings: Lots an’ lots of Yaoi! M/M stuff! Hot guy-on-boy action! WHEE! This story’s 100% PWP...
Summary: Nils and Eliwood. Absolutely no plot. Just sex. Seriously. Because Nils is too cute not to get laid. (Fire Emblem 7)
Spoilers: None, I’ll try and keep it spoiler free.

Author’s Notes: This chapter is dedicated to Serj, who double-dog-dared me to write a Nils/Eliwood. Consider your dare fulfilled! I never did ask you to write me something, so if you're still around, drop me a line!

~~ Dragon Boy Toy ~~

“Mmm... lord Eliwood...”
Eliwood should have felt guilty sneaking off from his tent every night for his guilty pleasure. He knew he really should have. As in, he really knew he should have felt guilty.
After all, by society’s standards it was a bad thing, but it was insanely sexy and pleasurable.
Like an X-rated Peter Pan.
The red-haired lord nipped at his toy’s ear gently, causing a gasp to whisper forth from the smaller male’s mouth.
It would always be past midnight each night that Eliwood would indulge in his pleasure - when only a couple of his small army were up now, just for night watch duty. They really weren’t very observant people, after all, they never noticed Eliwood slinking around the camp in the dead of night, switching tents.
Eliwood was quite glad about two things, as he nipped down on his lover’s neck lightly, teasingly, as he simultaneously slide one hand up the other male’s shirt to feel the youthful skin underneath. The first was that he was glad that Nils’ tent was extra thick and somewhat soundproofed. The second was that he was glad that Ninian had a separate tent.
It certainly wouldn’t do her frail heart any good to know that, while she was sleeping, her brother was getting veritably molested by her lord - and loving it.
“L-Lord Eliwood...” Nils groaned again, softly gasping into the air of the tent - air that was becoming heavy with the smell of hormones. In response to this, Eliwood simply slid his hand back down towards the hem of the youth’s shirt, grabbing it. Quickly, it was lifted up, and off of Nils’ shoulders, leaving the small dragon boy’s chest open for viewing.
“Delicious...” Eliwood muttered to himself, as he leaned down farther, gently beginning to nip and suck his way down young Nils’ body. The boy groaned a bit, one hand gripping the sleeping bag and sheets beneath him, the other hand coming to rest on Eliwood’s hair, gently gripping it, trying slowly to edge his older lover down farther.
Yet Eliwood was quite content with taking his time. He liked to hear the little boy lost in the totureous passion that he was providing.
Now, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. Eliwood isn’t a child molester or anything. But Nils was just too cute to resist. Besides, it had been him that started the whole mess - the fact that Eliwood had merely decided to continue it past their first meeting was his decision however.
The first time they had met - when Eliwood had found and saved Ninian, Nils had instantly seen in the marquess’ son something he shouldn’t have seen for somebody so young.
He saw a handsome young man, the kind of person that Elbert had told him about - indeed, it was that person.
Nils could remember the stories told to him by Elbert, about Eliwood, and how kind and gentle he was. And despite all of his best attempts to convince himself otherwise, Nils knew he had fallen in love with somebody he hadn't even met. So when he finally did meet Eliwood, and discovered that the noble met all of his expectations...
...Well, that about did it for him. While the group stayed at the castle of Pherae, overnight, Nils had snuck away to meet with the lord Eliwood.
Of course, Eliwood hadn’t known who he was at first - but by the time the night was out, Eliwood knew the boy inside and out. Or at least, knew the boy’s body inside and out.
When Eliwood had found Nils at the Dread Isle again, neither could have possibly been more elated - though they did their best to hide it.
And now, here they were, just like that first night - with Eliwood taking his sweet time with his loverboy, who was laid out beneath him, begging for him to do anything more.
“Come on, Eliwood... please...” Nils groaned, thrusting his hips up and grinding his rather tight shorts against his lord’s chest. “Please, can’t you just... ah...” he gave up on trying to finish the sentence at that point, due to the feeling of Eliwood’s hands gently massaging his sides, going lower and lower.
When those hands reached Nils’ rear, gripping it and lifting it up, Eliwood’s lips found one of the boy’s nipples. He gently played with it for a few moments, listening to Nils groaning out just above him, still pleading ever in the slightest for something more.
“Come on, Lord Eliwood...” Nils groaned, thrusting his hips up again, then rubbing himself down into his older love’s hands. “Can’t you do so-ahhh!”
He was cut off because, suddenly, Eliwood had decided to play with the boy a bit - with a tug, Nils’ shorts - and anything underneath - were pulled off, leaving the boy naked.
Nils groaned, as Eliwood left his nipple, removed his hands from the boy’s rear, and practically dropped him, letting the boy lie there a couple moments, giving him time to recover and get control back over his passion.
Eliwood grinned at what he saw. Nils was, after all, a performer. Though his sister was the dancer, he was more than active enough to perhaps outdo his sister in the amount of energy he used up per day. Despite eating a lot for a kid his size at meals, Nils was without a doubt the most petit member of the group. With the possible exception of Nino, of course.
But this story isn’t about her, it’s about Eliwood and Nils.
Nils, though, was quickly becoming fed up with Eliwood not doing anything. He was lying there, on his back, heated member sticking up in the air, and nothing was being done to him.
“Wh-what’s the idea?” Nils hissed out, annoyed.
“...I forgot the, ah, lube...” Eliwood sighed, sheepishly.
“...What?”
“I said I forgot the lube,” Eliwood repeated, trying to keep quiet.
“But how are we supposed to fuck without that?” Nils demanded, annoyed. It was odd hearing him talk dirty - Eliwood was the only person who knew that the boy even understood what those words meant, nevermind had heard use them.
Eliwood grinned, watching Nils with a rather libidinous grin spread across his face, one that made the younger boy nervous.
“...Wh-what are you thinking?”
“You know,” Eliwood grinned, as he pulled off his shirt quite quickly, and then began to work on his pants, “There are ways to have sex without having to fuck you, Nils.”
Nils was the only person who had heard Eliwood use such language, in the same manner that Eliwood was the only one privy to the ‘sex kitten’ side of Nils.
Without waiting for much more of an explanation, Eliwood finished stripping, revealing his lightly-toned fencer body, agile legs, and rather large manhood. But Nils didn’t have much time to look him over this time, before Eliwood leaned down and kissed the centre of Nils’ chest.
The boy groaned a little bit, both hands falling onto Eliwood’s scalp, gently kneading through his hair, as the lord alternated between nibbles and kisses, making Nils’ erection jump. The boy was surprised, to say the least, when Eliwood stopped, lightly dipping his tongue into Nils’ belly button.
The boy’s body arched in pleasure, and the boy had to let out a hiss when the head of his erection came into contact with his lover’s throat. The boy groaned at this, and Eliwood grinned inwardly.
“...Quite needy, aren’t we?” Eliwood grinned, as he moved his head away once again, still licking lower, and lower, until he reached his lover’s desire.
“G-Gods, Eliwood... what are you...”
The response came in the form of a tentative lick on the tip of Nils’ boyhood, and the boy trembled, thrusting upwards.
“L-Lord Eliwood, what did you just...”
“Did you like it?”
“Gods, yes, I...”
“Good,” and before Nils could speak anything further - at least, anything that would have been intelligible - and then Eliwood’s lips had opened up and taken in the head of the small cock.
Nils instantly tried to thrust upwards, but he found himself restrained by Eliwood’s hands, which were pinning him quite firmly down. The lord gently licked the tip once again, before beginning to bob his head up and down, blowing his lover’s flute.
The boy had never quite experienced anything like this, but it was good - oh, yes, very good.
Nils cursed a bit, as he felt Eliwood continue to work him, his lower regions pulsing with the blood flow that was going down there. Eliwood’s mouth continued to go lower and lower, down to the point where he had Nils in his mouth, right down to the base.
Nils lifted his head, daring to look down at the sight, and saw Eliwood slowly sliding himself on his pulsing heat. The image forced Nils to throw his head back and groan out, somewhat loudly. A bit of precum trickled out of his manhood, and Eliwood tasted it. Deciding he liked the taste, he began to suck Nils’ dick like it was a straw.
That was too much for the boy. Thrusting upwards, hard, despite the grip Eliwood used to pin him down, Nils shot his seed against the back of his lover’s throat. The world momentarily ceased to exist for him, as Eliwood released him, leaving him to spurt on himself freely.
Now, the older lord admitted that he wanted almost nothing more than to swallow that beautiful white essence right there, but he had other plans. Quickly, he scooped some of it onto his fingers, and without warning jammed three now-lubricated fingers into Nils’ rear, spreading his legs.
Nils gasped and groaned, trying to comprehend the sudden pleasure. It was made easier when Eliwood ducked his head back down and began to clean off the youth’s glistening member, while slowly fucking him with his fingers.
“G-Gods, Lord Eliwood... that was... ahnnn...” Nils gasped, in a surprisingly inarticulate manner for the youth, as he began to buckle down on Eliwood’s fingers, liking the feeling, now that he was getting used to it. “B-But... what about... y-you...?” he asked, amazed that he managed to form those words together.
Eliwood paused at this, though his ministrations didn’t pause. It was true, he needed some form of lubricant for himself, and he had already used all of Nils...
He grinned, and shamelessly spread his legs, removing his fingers from Nils’ ass. “Open your mouth, Nils,” Eliwood said, as he crawled overtop of the other.
Nils flushed several shades redder, but obediently opened his mouth. Eliwood slowly slid himself inside of the youth underneath him. “Lick it, swirl it around, whatever. Just make sure to get it... wet... ahnnn.....”
And those were the last intelligible words out of Eliwood’s mouth, as Nils began to lick his rod. The boy was surprisingly talented for one who had never done this before. After all, Nils wasn’t gagging, despite how long the length in his mouth was. And his tongue was working wonders, sliding up and down his lord’s eager member.
Eliwood groaned and moaned lightly, as he was blown by young Nils. He had to force himself in the end to pull out of the youth. Neither of them would be quite fully satisfied if he climaxed then. Nils whined a bit in protest when Eliwood did retract himself, but it was quite turned into a whine of pleasure as positions were reverted to something more familiar, a pair of small legs were lifted, and then a rather thick intrusion.
Nils nearly shouted at this sudden feeling, the rod of heat that was entering him. Even if the future Marquess was slowing himself down, he was still moving fast enough that when he struck the young bard’s prostate, the youth’s whole body arched upwards and two hands instinctively dithered down towards a regrown erection, grasping it and beginning to jack it off madly.
And so, knowing that obviously Nils was more than ready for what he was getting, Eliwood placed both hands on the boy’s hips and began to slide in and out, striking his lover’s prostate each time. Nils’ hands quickly began to move faster and faster, as the half-dragon tried desperately to reach another climax. His hips bucked against each thrust, driving it in faster.
It obviously didn’t take long for both of them to be on the edge. They were both quite vocal about it, moaning each other’s names. Both of their voices raised a bit in pitch as they shouted, finally. Nils came first, his climax hitting full-force, even harder than before, and coating his own body and hand with an ample spray of seed.
In reflex to this, his muscles clamped down hard on Eliwood’s rock-hard member, which decided it couldn’t take any more. Thus, the lord was taken over the edge, though he continued to thrust in and out of Nils a couple last times, making sure to prolong both of their climaxes.
Finally, they both had had enough. Covered in sweat and spunk, Eliwood pulled out and collapsed next to Nils, pulling some stained blankets over the two of them, and pulled the small boy into his arms.
“Love you, Lord Eliwood...” was all Nils managed to get out before he fell asleep.
“...Love you too, Nils..” came the equally tired response.