Mad About You

Mad About You

Flora Winters

I do not own anything that has to do with Star Ocean and I’m not making money off of writing this for your entertainment.

Summary: Ashton has it bad for Claude and he honestly doesn’t know what to do about it. This story will contain boy love, some language, and lots of hysterical violence for everyone in the family to enjoy. Please enjoy this shimmering tale of two boys falling in love and saving the world from that which could tear them apart forever.

Prologue

“Even when he’s in agony,” Precis sighed, looking at Claude with big lustful eyes. “He’s beautiful…”

Ashton couldn’t help but to snicker wickedly. He had added some lava hot fire jam to the blondes raspberry tea. It was only accidentally on purpose, of course. Claude would be fine with a little water.

He really liked Claude. In fact, he really liked Claude a lot. The blonde had gorgeous tan skin and such heavenly blue eyes. He wanted to spread his wings and soar in their vastness.

“Um, Ashton,” Celine asked, pulling on his left ear with a few sharp jerks. “You’re drooling for some odd reason.”

He giggled insanely, making both dragons whine, and looked at her with wide lime green eyes. “Am I?”

“You’re such a freak,” she snorted, letting his ear go.

He only ignored the wicked witch. All he could see was Claude’s naked hotness beckoning for him to join him on a bed of roses. Oh, he was so damn sexy. He simply had to have a piece of this yummy goodness.

“Here, Claude,” Rena said, handing him a glass filled with crystal clear water. The blonde immediately took it from her and downed the contents in two giant gulps. He did it so fast it caused him to burp.

“So manly,” Precis sighed even more, poking him on the chest. “Even your burp is sexy.”

Ashton narrowed his molten emerald eyes. They were now hissing slits that were filled with an acidic green light. He wanted to poke Claude and giggle over how manly his burp was, too.

“Um, Ashton,” Celine said, pinching his left cheek this time. “You’re looking kind of spooky right now.”

He pulled his face away and got to his feet. “I’m going for a walk.”

“Huh?” Rena asked, cocking her head to the side in confusion. “But, you just said you were hot and wanted a nap because your back was hurting.”

“I changed my mind,” he lied, walking towards the door. He opened it up and stalked on out.

Five minutes later, he was exhausted. He practically collapsed under a tall shade tree with a grunt. It was hot, his feet were aching, and his back really was killing him.

“That does it!” He snarled, turning to each side, glaring at his dragons. “You’re both going on a frigging diet, you hear!”

The two dropped their jaws in shock and the feisty red dragon chomped down on his head. It caused him to shriek like a girl.

“That hurts!”

Both dragons snickered and then proceeded to ignore his silly threats. They did as they pleased, as he well knew.

“It’s so hot!” He whined, being careful as he rolled over on his back. The two dragons helped support him as he looked up through the shimmering green leaves that were blowing in the warm breeze.

He was so mad. All of these crazy chicks were clawing and pawing at Claude. It made him growl in frustration. Why wouldn’t he do it, too?

“If you’re so hot,” a voice asked from a short distance. “Why did you come out here for?”

It was Claude. Why the hell was he out here? Didn’t he have all those girls to shine like desire in front of?

“Why are you out here?” He asked, sitting up with both dragons help.

“Celine finally went to take a bath, Rena’s napping, and Precis somehow electrocuted herself into unconsciousness,” he said, stretching his arms up to the sky before plopping down beside him. “Now I can have some peace.”

Ashton cocked his head to the side, causing his dark hair to shimmer around his pale face. “Don’t you enjoy all the attention?”

Claude chuckled, looking over at him. “Not really. It makes me nervous.”

That caused Ashton to squeal with joy on the inside. There was lightning flashing and thunder crashing all around him as he stood on the surface of a mighty ocean wave.

“You shouldn’t take it for granted,” he said, turning his face away from the handsome blonde.

“Huh?” Claude asked, sounding confused. “What do you mean?”

“People look at you and they see only you, Claude,” he said, slowly rising to his feet. “They see a good looking guy with a bright smile.”

Claude was silent.

“People look at me and see two scary demons that could freeze and burn them to a crisp,” he whispered, starting to walk back towards Bowman’s house. “Nobody sees me.”

Claude remained silent and Ashton sadly smiled as he continued walking away from him. Maybe Claude hadn’t been paying attention. Nobody ever did. It was all right. It was something he had grown accustomed to.

He walked into the house, seeing Precis twitching in a corner, Rena on the sofa, and could hear Celine singing off key in the shower. The two demons nuzzled his cheeks in an act of comfort and affection. He made his way up the stairs to the room Bowman had offered him and Claude for the night. He collapsed on the bed by the window, landing on his face. The twin dragons watched him sleep in silence, and looked at each other in amusement.

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Claude was seriously confused as he gazed down at his reflection in the blue water that was gently flowing under the wooden bridge he was standing on. What the hell had all that been about? He had never seen or heard Ashton look and sound so down…well, except for when he had gotten possessed, but this was different. It wasn’t funny.

He just shook his head. The guy was an insane mystery. Well, he liked mysteries. The crazier the better they were.

“Claude?” Bowman asked, walking across the bridge, greeting him with a cocked brow. “Why are you laughing like a mad professor I once knew?”

Claude blinked and turned to look at him. “What do you think of Ashton?”

Bowman stopped. “What about him?”

“Don’t you find him slightly…odd?” He asked.

“That’s your friend you’re talking about, Claude,” Bowman said, folding his arms across his chest.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way,” Claude stated. “He’s just…strange.”

Bowman nodded. “He’s insane.”

“But it’s in a good way, right?” Claude asked.

Bowman nodded again. “Of course.”

“He thinks people don’t see him,” Claude said, leaning back against the railing.

Bowman snorted. “How could they not?”

“Exactly,” Claude said, looking up at a passing white cloud. It looked like a bunny. “All they see is the dragons looming over his shoulders.”

“Ah,” Bowman said.

“I think he’s lonely,” he said, sighing in the wind. “How about we set him up with a pretty girl?”

Bowman just looked at him.

“What do you think of Precis?” He asked, turning around to look at the swans playing with each other. There was a white one and black one. “I think she could keep him on his toes.”

“Um, Claude,” Bowman said, sounding like he was fighting not to snicker.

“Huh?’ He asked.

“You’re talking about setting up Ashton with a girl, huh?” He asked, holding his tummy.

Claude nodded. “I think he’s jealous of all the girls showing me attention and not him.”

Bowman laughed out loud, nearly falling over.

“What?” Claude asked, wondering if there was something in the drinking water. “Did I say something funny?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, wiping at his eyes with his sleeves. “I just thought you knew.”

“What am I supposed to know?” Claude asked, putting his hands on his hips.

“Ashton’s gay.”

Claude blinked. “I just told you he was sad.”

Bowman rolled his eyes. “Not that gay! The other gay!”

“Oh,” Claude said, suddenly widening his blue eyes. “OH!”

Bowman snorted. “Yeah…”

“Wait,” Claude said, walking towards him. “How do you know that?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he said, scratching his nose. “Well, maybe I do.”

Claude pursed his lips. He didn’t like rumors.

“He knows all the ages, dates, and creators of every antique in my house,” he said, counting off on his fingers. “He drools over every barrel he passes by, he’s really good looking, in perfect physical shape, he is obviously really into fashion, and he blushes when you stand really close to him.”

Claude just gawked. All of that was very true.

“Wait!” He yelled, grabbing the doctor by the shoulders. “He blushes over me?”

Bowman nodded. “I’ve seen it. I’m sure the ladies have, too.”

“What?” Claude asked, pulling on his hair. He was so red in the face. “What do I do?”

Bowman shrugged. “Does this change how you feel about him?”

“What are you talking about?” Claude asked, turning even redder. “I’m not gay!”

Bowman leaned down in his face. “Are you sure?”

Claude’s jaw smacked the ground and bruised a pretty shade of violet.

“Really hot chicks flock around you like crazy,” he said, grinning like the kitty that just ate the birdie. “Fag-hags can smell a queer a mile away.”

Claude picked up his jaw and sniffed his underarms. What queer would do that in public, huh? Well, he did smell good.

Bowman snorted. “I’m only screwing with you, Claude. You seriously need to calm down.”

“How can I be calm?” He roared, suddenly having a frightening epiphany. Was this why his dad was so cold to him? Did he know? Had he known? How?

“I’m not gay!”

“That’s what you all say,” a random girl said, strutting by in a sexy skirt. She was hot. “You’re too good looking to be straight.”

“Hey!” Bowman said, striking an effeminate pose. “What about me, Darla?”

“You’re just a married old pervert, Bow,” she said, walking off in killer heels.

Bowman’s shoulders sagged, making Claude’s left eye twitch. He was not gay. He liked… Who did he like?

Rena was innocent and pretty. Celine was sexy and beautiful. Precis was mad and frightening. Opera was taken.

Ashton…

His eyes widened and his cheeks burned like a fiery red rose. Ashton was such a handsome whiner. He was so annoyingly attractive. He’s tall, sickeningly sweet, and has such gorgeous green eyes.

“But,” he snapped, spinning around, grabbing Bowman by his shirt. “He drools over barrels!”

“Aw,” Bowman smiled, patting his blonde head. “We’ll dress you up as one and roll you into the bedroom.”

Claude stumbled away from him. What was he saying?

“You’re picking on me!” Claude roared, pointing at him. “I’m going to ask Ashton right now!”

Bowman clapped. “That’s the spirit, Claude.”

He growled and stormed off, stomping his feet in outrage. He was pissed.

“Let me know if I should have my little woman wash the sheets in the morning!” Bowman yelled from behind him.

Claude snarled, spun around, and threw a rock at him. It bounced off the doctor’s forehead, knocking him flat on his back with a thud.

“MORON!” He yelled.

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It was the same dream again. Why was he always being tortured like this?

He was tied spread eagled to his own bed again and the golden incubus with the molten blue eyes was on top of him, licking his way down his marble abs with a fiery red tongue.

“Stop it,” he moaned, struggling with the vines, squirming under those powerful golden hands. “Let me go.”

Those sexy blue eyes looked up, burning into him like twin stars. “You don’t mean that, Ash.”

He bit his bottom lip, throwing his head back when those petal soft lips kissed his root. His feet squirmed and his green eyes widened when that wicked tongue licked dizzying circles around his trick spot.

“Please, don’t,” he whimpered, tossing his head back and forth, feeling like he would scream at any moment. He could feel that tightening pressure and it felt so good. It was only building more and more.

“You want me so badly,” the golden dream whispered, filling him with a sun like warmth. “Tell me you want me.”

He could feel the string on his bow tightening more and more. He couldn’t breathe. It felt too damn good.

“TELL ME!” The incubus shouted.

Ashton’s eyes widened and his mouth opened in a perfect “O” of surprise. His dream was instantly filled with a creamy warmth and he screamed Claude’s name.

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Claude walked into the bedroom, seeing Ashton draped across the second bed on his stomach. The two demon dragons looked as though they were in some kind of daze.

“Ashton?” He asked, throwing off his black shirt. “Are you awake?”

The swordsman slowly raised his head up, blinked his bright green eyes, and looked right at him. “Hmm?”

Claude decided to put his plan into action. He dropped down and started to do some pushups. “Are you feeling better?”

“Define better,” Ashton mumbled, not moving at all.

Claude looked up, seeing that Ashton was looking right at him. He almost fell flat on his face. They guys cheeks were pinker than a rose.

“Are you still sad?” Claude asked, flipping over to do some crunches.

Ashton quickly dropped his head back onto the bed. “No.”

It sounded like a lie.

“How about we go over to Precis’s later?” He asked.

Ashton lifted his face up again. “Why?”

“She’s found some old barrels that you might like,” he said, sitting up, crossing his legs.

“I honestly can’t believe I’m about to say this,” Ashton said, sighing in a very depressed manner. “But I’m not in the mood.”

Claude’s jaw jumped off, committing suicide for all to see. “What?”

Ashton rolled over and sat up with his back to him. He stood up and folded his long black cloak around himself.

“My whole body aches,” he said, turning around to walk by him. “I’m going to go soak in the tub.”

“Ashton,” Claude asked, stopping his departure as he got to his feet. “We’re friends, right?”

Ashton nodded. “Yes…”

He scratched his rock hard tummy, causing Ashton to lower his eyes. He sure did have that cloak pulled around him awfully tight. Was he cold?

“We’ve gotten kind of close, right?” He asked, causing Ashton to nod again. “Then tell me, what’s wrong?”

“It’s pointless,” Ashton muttered under his breath.

Claude took a step towards him. “What is?”

“My feet hurt, Claude,” he said, turning around, looking as though he were dying to escape.

“Do you like someone?” Claude suddenly asked, making the slightly taller man freeze. “And you’re feeling depressed because you’re afraid this person won’t like you back.”

“Like I said,” he sadly whispered. “It’s pointless.”

“Is it a girl?” Claude asked, stepping up closer. “Or…is it a guy?”

He watched the taller man tremble.

“Just so you know,” Claude chuckled, feeling funny now. “Bowman is happily married and Keith is too mental for you. I think you’d honestly clash with each other.”

Ashton slowly turned around, looking shocked. “You’re not freaked out that it might be a guy?”

“Um,” Claude stuttered. “If you really like this person…just tell him how you feel.”

Ashton turned back to the door, putting his hand on the knob. “…Maybe.”

Claude watched him leave, feeling slightly less nervous. So, Ashton did like a guy. Was it him? He seriously needed to figure out his own feelings.

Could he even like Ashton like that? Could he even think of him in a sexual manner? Well, he could give it a shot.

“Let’s see,” he muttered, kicking off his sneakers. “You look kind of stiff there, Ashton. Would you like for me to give you a massage?”

Yeah, he could do that. It would be male bonding. He was Ashton’s friend. The poor guy did carry the weight of two demons around all the time. Who knows? It could help them get closer.

He nodded. “Now, how do you give massages?”

Did Bowman have books on that down in the shop?

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Ashton carefully sat down in the steamy scented water. It was so hot and it felt so good on his sore muscles. Both demons sighed in pleasure along with him.

“A wet dream,” he muttered. “He even tortures me in my dreams now.”

But, Claude seemed so close to him all of a sudden. How could he know he liked guys? Well, it wasn’t that he liked guys. He just liked Claude.

“Wait,” he said, feeling panicked. “What if he knows I like him and he’s waiting for me to just come out and say it? Has he known all along and just enjoys torturing me?”

He slid under the water and the dragons pulled him up in a fluster. He hung over the side of the tub, feeling really dizzy, and trying not to think.

His mind suddenly went there. Claude kicked in the door and was standing before him in all his golden hotness. His muscular body was glistening with sweat and he only had his pants on. They were torn in all the right places from battle.

“I’m so dirty, Ash,” he purred, rubbing the front of his bulging pants. “I want you to wash me all over.”

Ashton’s brain exploded out the back of his skull in a shimmering spray of ruby red glitter. His tongue was hanging from the corner of his mouth as he slid back down under the water.

Both dragons pulled him back up, biting him on the head this time. He never felt a thing. He was lost in lust.

“You can lick it if you want to,” Claude smiled with wicked white teeth that looked a little sharp, walking towards him in eerie slow motion, pulling down his pants. “I want you to touch it, lick it, and suck it like a milkshake.”

“Oh, gods,” Ashton whimpered, wishing it were real.

“Hey, Ashton!” A loud voice yelled, banging on the door. It was Bowman. “Did you die in there?”

Both dragons howled, pulling their vessel back up from drowning.

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“Goodnight, Claude,” Rena smiled.

He smiled back, nodding his head. “Night, Rena.”

Celine pounced on him like a sexy bunny. “Sweet dreams, handsome, and they better be all about me.”

“Come here, you!” Rena hissed, pulling the sorceress off Claude by her pretty locks, dragging her in the bedroom, slamming the door with an innocent smile.

Claude just blinked. Celine was howling with evil laughter from beyond the closed door. It sent chills down his spine.

He turned around and walked into his room. Ashton was reading a book.

“Oh!” Celine yelled. “Goodnight, Ashton!”

Rena suddenly did the same. It caused Claude to blanch.

“Goodnight!” Ashton called out, followed by the dragons howling. The guy sounded like he was hiding the hurt from his voice for being remembered at the last moment.

“They’re just teasing you, Ashton,” he said, diving down on his own bed, looking across at him.

Ashton nodded. “I know.”

“You should get them back,” Claude smiled, throwing his pillow at him. It bounced off the side of Ashton’s surprised face.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Well, we’ll both probably have black eyes and few missing teeth come morning,” Claude grinned. “But, it will so be worth it.”

Ashton cocked his head to the side. “Huh?”

Both demons looked nervous and slightly intrigued at the same time.

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The whole house shook to Rena’s shrill screams and Celine’s magic.

“A bat!”

“A bug!”

Ashton pulled the covers over his head and fought to muffle his hysteric laughter. It sounded like Claude was trying to do the same.

“Claude!” Rena shrieked.

“Ashton!” Celine cried.

“Save us!” They both screamed at the same time.

Ashton poked his head out from under the covers. His shimmering green eyes met Claude’s sparkly blues and they both howled with laughter.

“What the hell is going on?” Bowman shouted. The guy had a bright pink mud pack on his face. Here was a man who was very comfortable with his sexuality.

TBC…

Please continue and tell me what you think.

Flora.