For a Foolish Dream

Full story can be found on fanfiction.net or my Deviantart account at mel-the-shadow-lover.deviantart.com. Only read it if you love Dist because theres a lot of him.

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Jade’s pace wasn’t the usual steady, quick rhythm it had always been. He lightly dreaded each one, and not because of the wet, hard noises that came from his well polished boots hitting the damp steps of the castle’s lower dungeons The surroundings didn’t bother him though, he had been in much worse places, especially on his recent adventure, and had probably met much more irritating enemies then he was about to face… unfortunately he couldn’t place any at the moment…

He had spent the last few months away in constant battles and he was tired, he was getting on in years after all. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to handle a one on one conversation with his former friend… especially with what he had to do…He should have never apprehended Luke in the first place, the boy had giving him something he dreaded ever having… a conscience.

No matter how slow his feet were, eventually he wound up at the bottom of the stairs, a wooden door staring him in the face. He sighed, he hadn’t even heard the familiar whiny voice yet and he was already getting a migraine. Still, what had to be done had to be done, and with a simple turn of the handle, he opened the door to a past he never wanted to face again.

The room was dark, but of course in a dungeon that wasn’t odd. The only windows lined the walls of cells that stretched down the hallway. Two figures were illuminated by the dim light, both on opposite sides of metal bars.

One was on the outside, a young man sitting on the floor, clothed in a Daathic uniform, his large cylinder hat in his lap, arms draped on top of it. He had apparently been sitting their long enough to be comfortable and looked up in surprise when another figure entered the room.

The other was behind the cell bars, sitting as well, his knees to his chest and face half buried in his arms, it was almost like an upright feeble position. His already somber expression turned to one of bitter annoyance when his lavender eyes met the colonel’s crimson. His black suit would have made him fade away into the darkness had it not been for the brash hot pink designs that traced down his side and his snow white hair that seemed like the pale moon in a lonely starless sky. After sharing a silent, uncomfortable staring contest with the brunette he turned away, letting his glasses catch the light so the other couldn’t see his expression.

So he got new glasses after the Neblim incident, Jade thought to himself.

“Dist…” he said simply in a cold greeting.

“Jade…” Dist responded just as coldly.

The alter boy was obviously very uncomfortable. Jade adjusted his glasses and averted his gaze to him. “I believe civilian visiting hours are long over, if you’re arrested I doubt they’re let you back in the order, boy.”

He only glared at the colonel, but his fear was obvious in the slight shaking of his hands, he hadn’t forgotten what he and his team had done to him when he had refused to give them the flight stone. He looked at the prisoner with worry, he didn’t want to leave the former God General alone with this man, for whatever reason he cared for his safety.

Dist sighed, nodding to the man, “He is right Reiner, better not to risk your Job.”

“But Master Dist-!”

“Just go,” he interrupted, “I’m not your master anymore, there’s no reason for you to stay here.”

Reiner hesitated, but stood up and headed for the door, shrinking back when he had to pass by Jade, who didn’t even grant him a passing glance. Before leaving, the boy lingered in the doorway, looking back to the thin man in concern.

“You’ll always be my master, Dist the Rose, to me.” He stated bravely before Jade turned to glare. With that he left as quickly as he could.

“Scaring children now Jade?” Dist’s bitter tone made the colonel’s eyebrow twitch, “Not satisfied with my own misery?”

“Well they do say it misery loves company.”

“Why are you here?” he didn’t want to put up with their usual banter right now, imprisonment had allowed him to stew with his own thoughts and that only added to the bitterness he already held.

“I work for the Malkuth military, I can come and go as I please in this base.”

“Damn it Jade…” he growled lowly, an animal in his cage that knew there was nothing he could do about it, “I don’t want any of your games, do whatever horrid thing you want to me and leave me to rot!”

The colonel sighed, “If you need a reason, Dist, just know I actually didn’t come here to annoy you, though I doubt you’d believe that.”

Jade was right, he didn’t. Slowly, as if he were to be shot on sight any second, the thin man rose to his feet, lightly brushing some of his long bangs out of his face. His eyes refused to meet the other, as if he couldn’t stand to look at him. The necromancer was perfectly fine with that, Dist’s new glasses didn’t have the glyphs he had applied with his last pair, and he had forgotten how large those lavender eyes of his were. They brought back painful memories. He had seen every emotion in those orbs, from fear to bliss, and he had caused them both. Damn it, everything about Dist brought back memories, even his hair reminded him of the snow of his former home. Such things were best left buried, why did they have to keep coming back to haunt him?

“Jade!”

The necromancer twitched, it wasn’t like him to zone out to his own memories. “I’m sorry, but your shrill voice seems too high for my ears, perhaps it would be better if I brought one of his majesty’s rapigs in so that it might translate your squeals.” He hadn’t meant to tease the man, but it was almost instinctive, and he couldn’t help but smile when the other’s thin form shook with rage.

“You’re the one who doesn’t listen and suddenly I’m the one to be mocked? There’s no talking to you!”

“So easily frustrated, you’ll never change will you? Forever a child.” He looked the man over, if for any thing less to make him uncomfortable, which he succeeded in, “Though I notice a small difference, no petals today, ‘Rose’?”

The fontechnition attempted to glare a hole in the other, after failing, decided to look away, “I took them off, after all, there are no more god generals, thus no more ‘Dist the Rose’… I suppose I’m just no one right now…”

“Nonsense, you’ll always be Dist the Runny to me.”

Dist stomped his foot against the floor, pointing and trying to say something in rebuttal but no words came out of his open mouth, he was too angry to speak.

He just continued to grin at the display, though he really did need to control himself, this was important. “Dist, I came with serious business… After traveling with Luke and his companions I’ve learned much about…” he wasn’t entirely sure what to call them, something that would neither anger the man or give him pompous hope, “…how to treat people who are important in one’s life…”

The former god general huffed, traveling to the far end of his cell, “Are you saying I’m important to you? I don’t need to be patronized Jade, you’ve already put me through enough.” He tried to put as much distance between him and the other as he could. He could nearly feel the cold aura of death floating around him, necromancer was a fitting title. He felt so unlike the boy who had protected him from the Neblim beast when they were younger, the boy who had been warm even in the snow…

Crimson eyes watched as Dist traveled away, but Jade had come prepared, he wasn’t going to be ignored. Fishing in his military uniform, he pulled a rusted set of keys from his pocket. Without a word he used them to open the cell door, letting it swing open with a creak before stepping inside. He closed it behind him, making sure to lock it properly and letting the keys fall just within his reach (though not Dist’s) on the floor outside.

A nervous shiver of fear ran through the thinner man, his earlier confidence all but gone. He had felt safe with two-inch thick metal bars protecting him from any abuse he was surly about to suffer. Still, his shaking legs stood their ground, as hard as it was. Jade had been intimidating enough when they were younger and age had only added to his strength and powerful presence. His chestnut hair, now grown out long enough to flow down his back, swayed behind him, oddly soft looking for the one it hung from. If it had been possible the fontechnition could have sworn his piercing eyes had become a deeper shade of red, he couldn’t differ it from blood. Fighting the sheer terror that he always experienced when he wasn’t a safe distance from the other, Dist glared at his former friend with bitterness that had piled up over the years.

“Don’t give me that look Dist, I wasn’t going to have an entire conversation with you separated by bars, that’s foolish.” Out of the corner of his eye he studied the room. It was simple, a single bared window and a mattress on unattractive metal poles. The only odd thing was a work desk that had been brought in. He had heard Peony was allowing Dist to do some research for the sake of Malkuth, they even sent Guy over to baby-sit him while he was allowed to work, as the boy was so fascinated with Fontech and the fallen general was liable to escape unsupervised. Some half-finished machines and parts sat along side mechanical lubricant and grease, the man always did love his toys. “Now stop cowering so we can speak like human beings.”

“I-I’m not cowering!” he protested, standing straight, but still he stayed hard pressed against that wall, as if it would open up and release him from this now over crowed cell. Why did Jade have to be grow up to be so handsome? Added with his frightening personality he felt as if he was constantly being thrown off guard and surprised again. By Lorelei, did the Colonel ever have an awkward stage in his life? He couldn’t take this.

Jade finally stopped, standing a foot or so away from the other, the familiar cat and mouse game ended as it usually did, him blocking off his old companion from means of escape with little effort. “Dist… I’ve come here to say something that I’m not very happy about admitting… and I’m certain I will regret it later.”

The was an uncomfortable silence, Dist could feel ever fonon in his body become on edge, if Jade Curtis dreaded something, then the gods themselves must fear what was to come. Wincing he prepared for whatever it was.

“I’m sorry… Saphir…”

First instinct told him he must have misheard. “…What?”

“I came to apologize,” he took off his glasses to rub between his eyes, his headache growing worse, “don’t make me repeat myself right now.” He hated the rare occasions he was wrong, he didn’t know how the smaller man handled it, being so incompetent.

Dist stood there, his great mechanical minded brain unable to process the simple phrase. He hadn’t heard Jade utter any form of apology since… well since Neblim’s very death. “F…for what?” It was an incredibly stupid question, he could spend months rattling off his own list of things the necromancer had done to him alone, but what could he have done that reached his frozen heart?

Jade returned his spectacles to their proper place, meeting the other’s lavender eyes with a serious but… soft expression. He didn’t seem as if he wanted to strike the technician for once. “For… making your life into what it has become… I’ve been out on a mission for the last few months, one frequently interrupted by yourself, and during it I was given a new perspective by someone I didn’t expect. Ironic that I should come to terms with my own past through someone who had none…”

“What are you talking about Jade?”

“Yes, I suppose it is hard to explain when it comes from someone like myself.” He sighed lightly, he never did like to explain things, “I have learned that… one must except responsibility for his actions, not run from them… not forget them.”

“You haven’t excepted responsibility for the professor’s death?”

“No, I came to terms with that a long time ago, it is another part of my past I have tried to throw away, obviously with little success as you still cling to me like a some neglected puppy.”

Dist was about to object but his words were caught back in his throat when Jade began to close that space between them. “I know that I am partly responsible for the horrible things that have happen in your life… I admit that what I did with the ban on fomacracy was, though not intentional, a betrayal to our friendship. I admit that it was wrong for me to abuse and tease you all these years, no matter how entertaining I found it.” He paused, raising a gloved hand from his pocket and almost gently, his touch light against the other’s skin, brushed some of the long snow white bangs from his thin face. “I acknowledge what I have done… and I am sorry.”

Dist winced when he felt Jade’s fingers grace his skin, fearing a strike, then shuddered slightly, ashamed such a small touch could bring out such a reaction. Angered he pushed the other’s hand away, “I don’t believe you.” He stated bravely, he was so confused by Jade acting kind he didn’t know how else to respond, “And even if I did, You can’t expect me to just forgive you after all I’ve had to put up with.”

The colonel’s eyes seemed surprised for but a second, then narrowed, red slits against his otherwise handsome face, it had taken a lot to say such things and he would not be treated as this way. “Of course not, but it is an effort on my part which I suggest you take as well.” His voice grew harsher, “After all, I was not the one who ran away from my friends and put others in danger to get them back. Just because I apologized for my own actions does not mean that I believe yours are justified. You’ve caused much more damaged to the lives of others as ‘Dist’ then I ever did to ‘Saphir.’”

“Don’t you think I know that!” Dist suddenly erupted, his gloved hands clenched tightly at his sides, “You don’t have to tell me I’ve done wrong when I’ve known this all along! I knew it since the moment we kidnapped that boy, the moment I left Grand Chokema, the moment I suddenly wasn’t at your side! I’m not like you Jade, I couldn’t just forget, memories haunted me ever night and ever waking hour. The only reason I kept going was the hope that I was on the right path, that everything would go back to the way it was… but I was wrong.” He choked on a sob in the back of his throat but managed to keep it there, “I don’t need to hear it from you… I already know how much you hate me Jade, that’s evidence enough.”

The colonel sighed again, “I hate Dist…”

“Exactly…” the other commented miserably, “But… but for some reason I can’t hate you. I’ve tried and I’ve tried and I know I should with ever fonon in my being I just can’t…” he bit his lip, he was saying far to much, but it was all coming out like vomit and if he kept talking he probably would make himself sick. He glared down at the floor, as if it were suddenly very interesting, to hide the unsettling emotions within him that he was sure were plastered all over his face.

But then he felt long fingers cup his chin and meet the eyes of the colonel. The red orbs watched him, entered him, saw ever little thought, emotion, and memory going through his head. He suddenly felt a little violated, the idea bringing a small, embarrassed flush to his cheeks.

“I said I hated Dist… I miss Saphir… I want the past back as much as you.” He spoke low now, as if there were others that he didn’t want hearing, this was meant only for them. “But no one can bring the past back… not even you or I. But the future can be bright as well, people change.”

“No they don’t.” Dist said weakly, about to rant again but a gloved thumb tracing over his lips put him into a shocked silence.

“Yes they do, dramatically, I’ve seen it.” He watched the others reactions to his touch intently, finding himself fascinated, “I believe I have even changed over this last mission…” he leaned in close, never breaking their shared gaze, “Can you not see?”

The scientist winced, almost afraid to look, afraid of what hatred he would find, what ill will towards himself. Yet as he searched through those crimson pools he felt a familiar sensation inside that he hadn’t felt in years. These eyes seemed so familiar, they were not the cold spears that had looked down on him in the battlefield with disdain and disgust. They were not the eyes that he had run from when he fled Grand Chokema. They were in his memories, he was sure of that, much further back. These were the eyes of the boy that he had played with in the snow when no one else would, the boy that stood beside him at the chalk board and helped him when he could not complete an equation. This was the boy who held him in his arms in the snow, protecting him from the monster he created.

“…Jade?” he wasn’t sure how to word his question. The taller man seemed to understand, he always did, and answered with a palm on his pale cheek. He gasped lightly, the hand was warm. “J-jade, it really is you isn’t it?”

Jade just smiled, but the smile was real, it wasn’t his usual smug grin or smirk, he seemed truly happy. And he was happy, because he could also see his friend in the now grown man, he could see it in the shy sparks in his soft purple eyes, his true feelings for the colonel shined through, even if the fontechnition didn’t know it himself. That didn’t matter, he would help him realize it soon.

Dist twitched when he felt another hand travel around his back, expecting to be hit, but instead the other only drew him into a loose hug. An uncomfortable warmth came to him when he found his face buried in the colonel’s blue uniform. He didn’t have long to linger there as a filmier hand lead gaze his back up to the other’s.

“I prefer this version, I find ‘Dist’ twice as insufferably annoying as Saphir.”

The man blinked, then grumbled indignity, “You still have a bit of your old self, don’t you?”

“As do you, but nobody is perfect, as close as I am…”

Dist was about to protest and continue their usual bickering until Jade suddenly held him tight, bringing their faces side by side. He shivered when he felt the other’s hot breath against his ear.

“I’ve missed you, Saphir.” He whispered, the scientist wondered if he had meant the words to be so wet, or if he was just doing it to spite him. “I want to make up for all the time we wasted…”

Dist… Saphir couldn’t seem to find the strength to fight back, his legs felt like they would buckle under him any second. His sense told him not to fall for it, to remember what horrible things this man had done to him, not fully ready to forgive and forget yet… but his body refused, an excited sensation running through his veins from the closeness of his childhood crush. All that he could manage was a weak growl of defiance until he felt the sweet silky pressure of the other’s lips.

Dear Lorelei…

He immediately melted in the colonel’s arms, leaning against him for support he had to wrap his arms around those strong shoulders just to stay upright. Had his mouth always been this warm? It had been so long he didn’t remember any more. The feeling of his lips on his own, the intoxicating smell of his cologne, and the soft hair as it slid between his fingers, he committed it all to memory. He never wanted to forget his presence again, nor the way it made him feel.

The kiss was over all too quickly to him, he whimpered at the sudden departure of his long unrequited crush. His eyes, which he had not realized he had closed, fluttered open to find Jade staring at him intently. Suddenly he felt very uncomfortable.

Jade looked his old friend over, enjoying the light shade of pink that came to the mechanic’s face when he did so, as well as his angry pout at being examined like some experiment. He ran his hand down the other’s sides, earning him a surprised squeak. In the back of his mind he noticed that the man had a rather nice shape to his thin form, he hadn’t expected to find him so curvious as he explored his body. An evil smirked crossed his lips as a less then pure though crossed his mind, Saphir was as entertaining to toy with as he had been as a child, and old habits did die hard.

Dist’s yelp echoed off the stone walls when the colonel’s hands got to low, cupping the cheeks of his ass. “P-pervert!” was all he could think to yell, swinging his hand around to strike the man. Faster then the mechanic could even see, Jade caught him, his palm just inches from his face. Oddly, he didn’t seem mad, in fact he was smiling, and that scared the smaller man much more for some reason. Jade studied the thin fingers for a second before he took the silk of his glove in his teeth and slowly pulling it off his hand, those crimson eyes never leaving his own, waiting for his reaction.

The former God General could only gap at such actions, swallowing hard and trying to keep back the heat that was rushing to his face. He hadn’t expected a visit from Jade to end up like this, and the nervous knots in his gut only became worse when the colonel started pulling off his own gloves. “J-jade… what are you doing?” he wasn’t sure he wanted an answer, out of the hundreds of possibilities he couldn’t think of a way to react to a single one.

The necromancer responded by slowly slipping off his round glasses, making Dist wince at the ghost of a touch to his face, and then his own. He took the mechanic’s smaller hands into his own, bare palms warm against each other and fingers lacing together. Gently he pinned them against the wall, leaning in close to his former friend who could only stare at him with those soft purple eyes of his, wide with the confused excitement that was plastered all over his face.

“You’re so cute Saphir…” he said before he could stop himself.

“…Jade-” the mouth pressed against his own paused his words, not that he could put together a sentence when the rush that the Necromancer always brought to him took over. Jade’s lips slid against his own until, with their heads tilted, they locked together. He moaned weakly as the taller man pressed his body against his own, pinning him to the wall he had cornered him to before. Jade took advantage of noise and slipped his tongue into his mouth, smiling at the squeak he got from the other. As he began to explore him he had to hold back a moan of his own, had his mouth always been so sweet? He had forgotten how addictive the man was, how his little reluctant mews of pleasure when he found the sensitive areas of his mouth rung in his ears like bells, how perfectly his small body fit in his arms. With a hungry growl he grinded the other against the wall, pushing his tongue down his throat and gripping his wrists instead of his hands, taking full control of his former friend.

As much as Dist wanted to fight the colonel, break away and get control of himself it seemed useless. His body had already given in to Jade’s touch and what was left of his foggy mind was soon to follow. He tried to push against the tongue that was invading his mouth only to find the other pushing himself caught up in a wet battle between. Then the necromancer nibbled on his lip, tugging on it before leaving his mouth. He looked down on Dist with an evil smirk, watching him as he caught his breath. The mechanic tried to glare at him but the flush he felt burning his cheeks did little to make him look threatening. The frightened yelp that came when Jade leaned down to sink his teeth into his neck didn’t help either.

Dist just grumbled indignantly, though he couldn’t deny it he wanted this, he just didn’t want to give the snake the satisfaction of his corporation. But when Jade began to suck on his neck he couldn’t help but moan his name. He gave a small whimper, he could feel the colonel leaving marks on him, he didn’t want him disrupting his perfect skin, but it felt so good. Thankfully Jade began to travel lower only to growl when he was blocked by his tie. He pulled a hand away from one of Dist’s pinned wrists to pull at the offending piece of clothing but he had never had to deal with a tie when it came to his uniform and the man used some odd knot he wasn’t familiar with.

“Saphir…”

“…What?” he was embarrassed at the slight pant to his own voice when the colonel’s was so steady.

Jade smiled at the fact he had put a proud former general into such a state and leaned in close so that he could whisper in his ear, “As much as I would love to remove every piece of clothing from your body with my teeth.” He paused to enjoy the garbled noise of surprise from his companion, “You wear far to many layers.”

Apparently he had managed to put his childhood friend in such a state of shock by the time he was done teasing hi ear the smaller man was already pulling off his tie, his embarrassed gaze locked on the floor. Jade watched him intently (which didn’t make the smaller one any less nervous) as he pulled off his black and pink suit and decided to do the same, working on the buttons of his blue tunic. Dist was obviously trying his best not to look up as the colonel pulled the black undershirt over his head, and he was sure is he had still his glasses they would be fogged over from how red his face was getting.

“You don’t have much experience in this area, do you?” he teased his shy friend.

“Sh-shut up.” Was all he growled as he began to undo the buttons of his red dress shirt. As he reached the last few buttons the fabric began to fall from his shoulders, exposing his chest. Out of habit he tried to pull the fallen clothing back up but the other reach up to stop him. Dist looked up and immediately regretted it. It was bad enough, seeing Jade’s half naked military toned body before him, but the way those crimson eyes were watching him made his stomach drop into his shoes. He wasn’t smiling, he wasn’t angry, not even a smirk graced his face, he just stared at him, as if nothing else existed in Auldrent.

“You’re beautiful.” He said out of the blue, throwing the mechanic for a loop.

“…What?” was all he could think to respond, he must not have heard him right, he still questioned if all this was just some bizarre dream. Perhaps the Necromancer had come in his cell and knocked him out before he could fight back and this was some delusion brought on while he was unconscious. But when Jade grabbed him, those warm, steady arms hoisting him up off the ground and pressing him against the wall with his own body, he knew that was not something he could have ever dreamed up. He felt helpless, quickly linking his arms around his strong shoulder and his legs around his waist. What if Jade suddenly decided to drop him, he would have no choice but hit the stone floor. Yet the colonel tightened his grip, as if to say he would never do such a thing.

Jade wasn’t sure what had come over him, he had expected at his age he would no longer be controlled by something as foolish as his own hormones but at the sight of the his old companion something was triggered. The offending layers of clothing finally being pulled away to show pale, pure skin, he simply couldn’t help himself. He kissed lightly down his chest, finding the other to be much softer then he expected. Dist’s gasp echoed off the walls as his hot tongue trailed across the pail skin, playing with his nipple. He could hear the racing pace of the smaller man through his chest and when his spine arched back in pleasure he knew there wouldn’t be anymore resisting.

Jade leaned up to kiss his old friend, who responded eagerly, while he adjusted their embrace. Dist made a small nervous noise when he felt the other’s hands holding him aloft by his ass, tugging at his pants. Jade locked his mouth with the other’s distracting him while he removed the offending clothing, he moaned softly as he felt the soft flesh of his rear, but thankfully the smaller man was making so much noise himself he didn’t notice.

However when Jade’s long fingers traced over his entrance Dist broke the kiss and ground his teeth at the unfamiliar feeling. “J-jade…” he whimpered softly.

“Shh, it’s alright…” the necromancer cooed so gently into his ear Dist could have sworn it must have been a different person. Jade himself had come to a bit of a conundrum, he didn’t have any supplies for this sort of situation. Not to mention Dist seemed rather nervous about the situation, if he paused to retrieve anything he would probably never get him back to this state of surrender. Out of the corner of his eye he spied the mechanic’s work desk in easy reach, more importantly the jar of lubricant that sat on it. With a quick motion he grabbed it.

Dist shuddered when he felt something moist rub against his entrance, letting out a yelp when he felt Jade’s thin, graceful finger push inside him. It was odd, but not entirely unpleasant. He tried to concentrate on the sweet nothings his companioned whispered wetly into his ear while his tongue traced along the rim. Still he shuddered at the sensation of Jade being inside him, especially when he added another finger. Suddenly a new sensation overtook him when the colonel reached a certain spot inside him, something that set off fireworks in his head. With a loud moan of pleasure, grinding his hips against the other, he begged for more.

Jade smiled at the reaction, feeling his pants tightening at the sight of his companion, eyes closed in pleasure, body arched up to him, his breath lost in a desperate pant, it was almost too much. After teasing his sweet spot for a few moments longer he slowly pulled out of his old friend. The colonel leaned away from the other for a second, watching him as he slowly began to calm down, his fogged over lavender eyes slowly returning to their normal state… in the back of his mind he noticed he preferred them the lost in lust.

“Saphir…” he spoke softly to keep the other calm, “…Are you-”

Dist leaned up and captured the necromancer’s mouth in a sweet kiss, answering whatever he might say with a yes. He returned it passionately while he pulled down his black pants. He could feel the other flinch as he pressed his hardened erection to the inside of his thigh, but otherwise made no resistance. Positioning himself, Jade slightly loosened his grip on the other, allowing gravity to slowly push him inside. As he was fully sheathed they both pulled away from their kiss to moan. Dist looked down at his companion, surprised the cool headed colonel would make such a noise, but he was soon distracted by a sudden thrust inside him and a tongue playing in his ear. “J-Jade!”

“Saphir…” Jade whispered lovingly, making the already shaking mechanic shudder. He felt like shaking himself, the silver haired man was so tight and hot around his member he groaned under his breath each time he pushed back in. When Dist began to use his legs, wrapped around the colonel’s waist, to start to return his thrusts he couldn’t stand it anymore, he joined in the chorus of pleasure. Working in sync they began a slow rhythm, bodies entangled in a senseless jumble of limbs, yet is seemed there was no more perfect state to be in. Dist’s voice was growing horse from the constant cries of his love’s name, every thrust sending a serge of pleasure through him. His fingers dug into the other’s back and his snow white hair clung to his brow. Just when he wasn’t sure how much more he could take he felt thin yet strong fingers wrapped around his member. His lavender eyes shot open towards the heavens while his voice reached its highest peek.

“L-LORILIE, JADE!” he screamed when the colonel stroked him firmly, their hips pounding against each other a frantic pace. “Harder!”

Jade responded with an animal like grunt, grinding himself against his smaller lover and eagerly fulfilling his request. Saphir was sending him over the edge, his inner muscles tightening around the most sensitive organ. He wanted to remember this image of the mechanic forever. His thin form glistening with sweat, silver hair swinging beside his flushed face as his chest rose up and down with tempered breath and his member, in his hand and at his mercy, pulsing with need as he too reached they so longed for end. With a hungry growl his sucked on his shoulder, pulling more of those beautiful cries from him.

Dist gasped suddenly, catching the other’s attention, who soon groaned at the dramatic tightening of his muscles around his member. With one last strangled moan he came, his essence spraying on the colonel and himself. Jade groaned at the hot liquid, soon finding release himself. With one last thrust he came into Dist, who tightened his grip on the other, his face buried in the nape of his neck.

The room fell suddenly silent, excuse the ragged pants of the two men as they stood there,. Their heads rested on the others’ shoulders while they caught their breath, not speaking a word. Soon Jade could feel the strength draining from his legs so he pulled the smaller man away from the stone and carried him across the room to the cot that served as his bed. With as much care as he could he laid him down, Dist felt the crisp sheets against his back and loosened his grip, allowing Jade to sit beside him. For a few moments they just stared at each other, as if unsure what had just happened was real. The necromancer would have laughed if this morning he had been told by the afternoon he would be siting in a prison cell in afterglow with the former Dist the Rose… yet here they were. He wasn’t sure if he should say something… and if he did, what? Finally he decided he should at least clean the fontechnition up, despite how adorable he looked, all disheveled and flushed. He spotted a few extra blankets in the corner on a bench and rose up to retrieve them.

“Jade, wait!” he turned, half way across the room. The former god general had suddenly sat up, a terrified look in his eyes.

“What, Saphir?” he answered, concerned.

The smaller man opened his mouth to speak, but then shut it again. He fidgeted, his eyes darting to the floor, then the wall. “Don’t…” he pulled in the shoulder of his dress shirt, which still clung from him by its bottom buttons, and tried franticly to fix his snow white hair, as if suddenly worried about his appearance. “…Don’t leave…”

Jade paused, then smiled, “I won’t…” so that was what he was worried about…He might have been known for a cold heart, but he could tell by the look on the other’s face how venerable a position he was in now. Picking up a blanket he walked briskly back and opened it up, letting it fall and cover his companion, who made a small noise under the covers. The colonel cleaned away the sweat and other substances left over from their entanglement before finally pulling the fabric back. Dist’s head popped out from the covers like a child’s, shaking his now even further mussed hair, and giving his friend a confused look. Jade sighed, Saphir was just far too adorable in this state, he looped the blanket around his shoulders and used it to pull him into a sweet, gentle kiss. He responded eagerly, linking his arms around his neck and together they slowly fell back on the bed.

Jade lingered for a few moments, enjoying the taste of the other, but fatigue eventually made him pull away. Dist watched him, eyes sparkling. He meant to say something, something important, but the site of the colonel, nude on hands and knees, hovering over him seemed to whipe his memory. The afternoon light made his still moist skin gleam and his chestnut locks hung down around his handsome face, he was breath taking. All he could manage was a small whine of need, but the other understood. He laid down beside the smaller body and embraced him, Dist burring his face into the warmth of his shoulder.

“Jade…” he finally managed to speak. “Does… this mean we’re friends again?”

The colonel almost laughed at the statement, but he knew how delicate and unsure his companion was and decided this was probably not the best time for jokes, “Yes Saphir, friends… if not more.” He tried not to sound sarcastic.

He could feel the other smiling shyly into his skin. “Jade…?”

“Hmm?” he playing with the other’s short, pale locks.

The smaller man looked up at the other, hesitating over what he was about to say, working the words out in his head, finally deciding on the classic approach. He swallowed, working up the courage to get those simple words out. “I… I love you.”

“I know.” He responded simply, as if he had just stated something about the weather.

Dist blinked blankly for a few seconds, then pulled away from the man, “Jade!” he whined angrily, “What kind of answer is that? I opened my heart up to you, the necromancer of all people, do you have any idea how hard that was? And all you have to say is ‘I know?’”

The colonel just laughed at his rant, which only made the rose more frustrated, “Oh yes, I think I like this even better.”

“W-what?” he wasn’t sure whether to be confused or infuriated.

“You’re face.” He ran a finger along his cheek, sufficiently stifling any rebuttal the smaller man would have, “Though your little blushing virgin bride thing is rather adorable, I do so enjoy your angry pout.”

“Jaaaaade…” he whined again, though he did like the fact that he found him attractive in his own bizarre way, he still wanted an answer.

The colonel sighed as if the whole thing were a big chore, but he was still smiling, “I suppose I love you to, Saphir, otherwise I wouldn’t have comeback to apologize… or done what we did.”

Dist smiled as well, that was probably the best he was going to get out of the other, the fact was that he did love him, and that was all he needed to know. He curled up in his arms, enjoying the warmth and sighed, breathing in the other’s sent. “I’m just happy to have my old Jade back…”

“And my old Saphir.” He nuzzled the top of his head, squeezing the other protectively, “Don’t ever run away again, it took me years to get you back…”

“Never… not from you…”

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“Aw man, they got quiet! Do you think they’re cuddling?”

Guy sighed at the sight of his employer, the emperor of malkuth, in the undignified position on his knees with his ear to the prison’s door. It was bad enough he was listening in on what the two inside where doing, but he could at least try and censer himself for the boy.

“Dear Lorelei, that monster killed Master Dist, didn’t he?”

Perhaps just as bad as the pervert was the alter boy, Reiner, who had no idea of what they had been doing in his pure mind. He seemed to be under the impression that the general and the colonel had been in some sort of fight. In fact the noble had expected the same thing at the first cry from Dist, but after they became more rhythmic and a certain pounding accompanied them there was nothing left to his imagination.

“Honestly you two, this is foolish, easdropping while they’re having a privet moment.”

“But Master could be hurt!” the way Reiner whined reminded Guy of a certain Mechanic, he must had picked it up during their time together.

“They weren’t fighting, Reiner… trust me, Dist is fine.” He tried to sound sure for him but it was rather embarrassing.

“Yeah, from the noise he was making, I’d say he’s more then fine, right?” Peony nudged the noble with his elbow, he just groaned and started shoving the men away.

“Alright, Alright, you’ve had you’re fun. The only reason I let you stay down here this long is because I thought they actually were fighting. Now don’t you have a kingdom to rule?”

“Nark…” the emperor mumbled, but headed off, “They’re done anyway.”

“And Reiner, you can come back and visit another day.”

The altar boy nodded and did a traditional Daathic bow with his hands intertwined, “Yes, thank you Gailardia, do check on my master for me.”

He waved to him as he left, “I will, I will.”

Once they were gone he leaned against the wall and sighed, a low blush on his cheeks. This was not something he expected to be witness to when he came down for his usual babysitting of Dist while he worked on his fontech. Still, he was happy for the God General he had recently befriended, and his older friend, the colonel. He had always expected something between them, it was painfully obvious, but it was still nice that everything worked out after all there years apart.

With his hands behind his head he too left the dreary dungeons for the light of Grand Chokema, though he didn’t expect, or hope to see Jade follow anytime soon.