Bodyguard

Bodyguard

By Shiva-Latina

Pairing: Fayt/Cliff
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M, Oral, Anal, HJ, One-shot

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Disclaimer: I don’t own STAR OCEAN TILL THE END OF TIME, nor do I make any money/profit from this story. The game and characters belong to Tri-Ace Inc/Square Enix Co Ltd.

Author’s Note: I wrote this because I didn’t think there were enough Cliff/Fayt or Fayt/Cliff stories. I’m not saying it’s good, but I like how it turned out. Thought about this when I got their ending for the first time recently. Yes, I’m still playing it well after the game came out. I’ve got 250/300 trophies and I plan to collect them all. (I was the same way with pokemon ^_^)
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Fayt waited in their new ship while Cliff gave his goodbyes to Mirage. He’d said his goodbyes but he could tell Cliff wanted to see Mirage get on the transport. He wondered if he was making the right decision. It was too late but he still thought about it. The three of them made their choices and there was the chance that they’d never see each other again.

He and Maria had the most noticeable powers; Sophia could go back to Earth and live her life. He hoped he’d get to talk to her again and maybe even hear from his mom.

He looked up from his musings as the ship’s door slid open. He smiled as he thought about the big guy. Cliff was handsome, strong and easy going. He couldn’t have made it through everything without Cliff.

Fayt sighed as he realized how much he cared for Cliff and not just as a friend. He’d never thought about a guy like that before but it was so different with Cliff. He closed his eyes and resigned himself. Cliff liked girls and was almost twice his age. Klausians aged slower, making Cliff look like he was in his twenties and not pushing forty.

“Why the long face?” Cliff slapped a hand on Fayt’s chair and leaned over him.

Fayt was startled and swallowed nervously. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing, huh?” Cliff was skeptical.

After spending the last months with him on a daily basis, he was confident he could read the kid. Fayt always avoided looking at people when he couldn’t believe something or was embarrassed. The young man also closed his eyes and stilled when he was making a big decision. There was a mixture of the first two and none of the third.

“Come on, kid. You can talk to me.” Cliff said good-naturedly as he took his seat and readied the ship to depart. “Let’s get going.”

Fayt was trying to control his body which had been affected from Cliff’s closeness. He breathed a sigh of relief when Cliff moved away.

The ship set off in gravitic warp. Fayt seemed to have calmed down in that time, but there was something bothering him, Cliff could tell.

Fayt read the information on the console with practiced ease. “Our ship is currently cruising smoothly at warp 15.2. Whew… At this rate, we’ll arrive in the Sol System in several hours.”

Cliff looked at his readings and momentarily forgot what he was thinking about. “Roger. At this speed, we should make it in time. But even if they form a new Pangalactic Congress, it’ll turn out to be the same old thing: a bunch of self-important people isolated from the rest of the Federation. Nothing’s really changed. It’s ridiculous.”

Fayt nodded, “Speaking of which, I heard some of the factions are searching for Maria behind the scenes.”

Cliff sighed, “Yeah. I heard the same rumor. I guess that means that until they contact us there’s no way we can meet up. Anyway, I doubt Maria will be found so easily. You see, it’s basically an internal power struggle. As long as you’re on Klaus, they’ll concentrate all their energies on tracking Maria down. I mean, now that our universe is completely cut off from the 4D universe, Sophia can be nothing more than a figurehead. Maria, on the other hand, would be able to exercise some power. That’s the way it goes.

“You know, Maria and me, we didn’t fight for the fun of it. Why is it that people won’t just leave us alone?”

“Don’t be silly. Do you really think they’d let you go your merry way after you defeated the Executioners bare-handed, when even the Federation fleet couldn’t handle them? As far as they’re concerned, you’re just too dangerous to leave un-collared. The politicians have a job to do, too. They’re responsible for providing those who elected them with a safer and more affluent life. I understand how you feel, but you really can’t complain about this.”

“Well, yeah. At least everyone seems to be working really hard to improve things. I guess I have to appreciate that.”

Cliff looked over at him, “Anyway, don’t worry so much. Those guys will do just fine.”

“Yeah. Those two… I bet…”

If Cliff didn’t know any better, he’d say Fayt looked resigned, sad, maybe alone. It had to be tough having to leave Sophia and his mom back on Earth.

“Hey! Don’t worry about other people now. Worry about yourself. Be careful! Ever since the fall of the Federation, Ophelia has been leading the remnants of Federation forces very well, in spite of her youth.”

“Gotcha. I won’t forget that.”

Cliff smirked, “And get this… They say she’s really hot!”

Fayt bit his lip and looked at his lap, deciding not to comment.

Cliff frowned and thought back to when he showed up. He had his suspicions but they didn’t seem likely. ‘Might as well risk it.’ He took off his right glove, got up and quickly stepped over to Fayt. Cliff saw he was shaken up and placed his ungloved hand on Fayt’s cheek. He had a big hand so he got to feel the softness of Fayt’s hair.

What Cliff expected isn’t what he got. Fayt inhaled sharply and then whimpered. He looked as if he was fighting himself: move away or lean in. He closed his eyes instead.

Cliff could almost swear the kid was afraid if he hadn’t let his eyes wonder to Fayt’s lap. ‘Yep…just as I thought.’ “Hey Fayt, relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

After deciding to lean into the hand, Cliff’s words got processed. “I know.”

Cliff smiled and let his thumb caress Fayt’s cheek. “Were you gonna tell me or did you want me to figure it out?” He moved his hand away and could have sworn he heard Fayt whimper.

“I don’t know.” Fayt whispered and turned back to the console.

Cliff went back to his seat before he said, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“What’s there to talk about?”

“Well…it looks like you’ve got a crush on me.” Cliff smiled again, “Not that I blame you. I am a great looking guy.”

Fayt couldn’t help but chuckle at Cliff’s narcissistic view, but he mellowed quickly. He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I know you like girls. I’ll get over it.” If he said it enough times he just might start believing it.

Cliff debated with himself. If he admitted that he liked guys too he’d be opening the possibility of pursuing something with Fayt. If he said nothing and Fayt found out some other way, Fayt would be pissed and more depressed. The former was the lesser of two evils and he could take it from there.

“I’ve got nothing against guys. I’m just picky.”

Fayt’s eyes widened; a small spark of hope just grew a little brighter. “Have you ever…thought about me that way?”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, Fayt. Yeah, I have. You’re good looking, smart, strong and stubborn. They’re all enduring qualities. But…”

Fayt sighed; he knew there was a ‘but’.

“I’ve got almost twenty years on you.”

“Does it really matter?” Fayt turned to look at him.

Cliff shrugged. “You tell me.” He looked lazily at him. “I know what I like, but I’ve always been too busy to have a relationship.”

Fayt blushed and looked away. “I thought you’d still be my bodyguard while I was on Klaus.”

Cliff smirked. “Very sneaky of you.”

Too embarrassed to say anything, Fayt just blushed harder.

“Why don’t you get some rest?” Cliff suggested. “I’ll wake you up in a few hours and then you can man the helm.”

“I’m not tired.” Fayt said a little too quickly.

“Alright. This baby’s on autopilot. Why don’t we go talk some more about me guarding your body?” Cliff said with a lecherous smirk.

Fayt stood while chuckling softly. “Is there anything I should be worried about?”

Cliff moved in behind him and turned him around to embrace him, happy he was only a head shorter. Fayt was frozen for all of two seconds before putting his arms around Cliff’s waist and laying his head on Cliff’s shoulder, inhaling his scent deeply.

“Actually,” Cliff whispered in his ear softly, “yeah, there is. I’m the romantic type.” He brushed his tongue across Fayt’s lips. Fayt tried to catch the appendage with his tongue but it moved too fast.

“And a tease.” Fayt said huskily.

“Guilty as charged.” His hands moved up and down Fayt’s back as he leaned in for their first real kiss.

The power of the kiss was so explosive they actually had to separate. Large eyes stared at the other, both in surprise and confusion. Cliff’s entire body grew hot from the shockwave and he was hard as a rock. Fayt was hitting control, alt, delete on his brain and his body was in pretty much the same state as Cliff’s.

“I think we should be a little more comfortable if this gets out of hand.” Cliff suggested.

“Alright, but don’t you think we’re moving a little fast?” Fayt asked at they walked to the cabin they shared on the small cruiser.

“You tell me.” Cliff followed him into their ‘bedroom’. “We’ve know each other how long? Seven, eight months? I think that’s enough time to get to know each other.”

Smiling, Fayt stood by the cot. “Not the most romantic way though.”

Bringing Fayt’s body flush against his, “So we’re making it up as we go along. Just tell me when you want to stop, alright?”

Fayt nodded and placed his arms around Cliff’s neck to kiss him again. The power was a little less intense but they still wanted to crawl into the other’s skin. Fayt leaped onto Cliff and wrapped his legs around him just to get closer.

Cliff cupped Fayt’s bottom and couldn’t help himself. He massaged Fayt through his clothes and sat down on the nearest cot. Fayt immediately started grinding into Cliff, causing the other to grip him harder and groan into the kiss.

Fayt moved his lips down Cliff’s jaw, feeling the stubbles on his skin, and then along his throat.

“Wait up, Fayt.” Cliff gripped Fayt’s shoulders as he tried not to lose himself.

Fayt moved back, breathing heavily through swollen lips, “You don’t like that?”

“Oh, I like, but I think we’ll need to ditch some clothes.”

Very reluctant to let go of each other, since their hunger for the other was far from sated, they stood up and started removed their clothes. In Cliff’s case, that also meant his gloves and arm guard. Fayt stripped down to his briefs; Cliff took off his pants and that was it. The man liked going commando.

Cliff heard a soft curse from Fayt who was looking at the proof of his manhood. He crossed his arms and said, “Y’know, it’s only fair that you toss those too.” He indicated the briefs with his head.

Fayt looked away and took off his underwear. His hands immediately went to cover him up.

“Now, now, we can’t have that.” Cliff lifted Fayt’s hands and placed them on his shoulders while he looked down. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone’s different and that’s what makes us special.”

Fayt smiled and looked up at him. “I’ve…,” he licked his lips, “I’ve never had sex before.”

“How far have you gone?” Cliff asked as he pulled Fayt to the cot so Fayt could lie on top of him. He didn’t want Fayt to feel intimidated.

“I had a girl jerk me off once.” Fayt nuzzled the skin of Cliff’s throat as he confessed.

Cliff moved one of his hands to his face and sucked his middle finger, getting it nice and wet. “How far do you want to go?” he lowered his hand and circled the wet digit against Fayt’s anus.

Fayt jerked but didn’t pull away. He couldn’t answer the question because the sensation felt so good. Cliff gave a pleasurable sigh when Fayt began humping his hip; Fayt’s leg moving along his shaft. His finger continued to play with Fayt until he couldn’t take the soft, teasing touch.

“Fayt,” he removed his finger, wrapped his arm around Fayt and with a show of strength, reversed their positions without falling off the cot. He was quite proud of himself. He straddled Fayt’s hips and looked down at his flushed body. He was temped to keep going and let Fayt decide when he’d had enough, but that’s not the type of guy he was. He liked to make his lovers tell him what they wanted and then beg for it when it seemed out of reach.

Running his hands up from waist to chest to play with Fayt’s nipples, he asked a different question. “What do you want, Fayt? Tell me what you want.” He had Fayt moaning and arching his back, their erections brushing against each other.

“Everything.” Fayt breathed as he reached out to touch Cliff. He was amazed by Cliff’s hard body, so thick with muscle while his had just started to show. All those months on the run had toned and thicken his body so he didn’t look so scrawny; he was quite happy with his body.

“Everything, huh? Do you know how two men have sex?”

Fayt nodded. He wasn’t that naïve. Though he had no facts, there was only one way he could think of that would allow two men to join that intimately.

“Are you sure you want to go that far? I am a big guy.” Cliff smirked. He braced himself over Fayt’s body and jerked his hips once. “I also don’t think we’ll make it that far without taking the edge off. I almost came from that kiss in the cockpit.”

Fayt rotated his hips, “Me too.” He moved his hands down the muscular back and reached up to kiss him again.

Mouth to mouth, chest to chest and groin to groin, they moved, groaned and held one another as they tried to devour the other. Fayt lifted a leg and wrapped it round Cliff’s hip for better leverage, moving Cliff comfortably between his legs.

Cliff sucked on Fayt’s tongue and he could feel the tension that’s usually associated with release. He let go of his tongue and moved down Fayt’s body, grabbing the other’s penis, he took almost all of him down his throat. Fayt’s body jerked at the sudden move and couldn’t hold back from the fast pace sucking and hand movement.

Fayt gave a throaty moan as he came, arching off the bed. His arms were flying in all directions trying to find something to ground himself with.

Cliff slowed down to a stop once he was sure nothing else was going to come out. Giving the head a last lick, he straddled Fayt’s hips, licked his hand and started to jerk himself over Fayt. The young man brought his hand up and fondled Cliff’s heavy balls and put pressure on the spot behind the sac.

“Yeah…just like that.” Leaning over Fayt, he came all over the other’s chest and stomach. He’d always been one to enjoy prostate stimulation, inside and out.

The blue-haired teen looked at Cliff’s face the whole time. His body still wanted this man even as it was covered in his seed. Cliff looked so calm to him just as his orgasm subsided. The soft smile he got as Cliff leaned over to kiss him again, gave him a sense of peace and a taste of himself. Though the kiss was soft, the want was still there.

“You know,” Cliff said as he sat back on his hunches, “I’m in the mood.”

Fayt frowned, “What?”

Cliff smiled knowingly. “I’ll be right back.” He got off Fayt and went into the bathroom for a few minutes. He came back with at damp towel and cleaned up the mess he made. Dropping it on the floor, he went to his bag to pull out a bottle of oil.

“Do you always carry that?” Fayt asked suspiciously.

“Of course.” Cliff placed it by the cot and lay next to the teen. “Mirage and I swap massages all the time. It keeps us limber.” He said as if he wasn’t being accused of something more nefarious.

Fayt blinked as he saw the logic. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Well,” Cliff ran his hand down Fayt’s chest and stomach. “Since you know how two men have sex, I can indulge being the receiver.”

Fayt’s heart skipped a beat. “You’d let me take you?” he sounded almost outraged, but was clearly surprised.

“Why not? If you want I’ll prep myself, so you can see how it’s done and you can take it from there.” Cliff grabbed the bottle and moved to the foot of the cot before Fayt could say anything.

Cliff smirked as he tipped the bottle and oiled his fingers and palm. Putting the bottle down, he sat back, bracing himself with one hand to open his legs, while the other hand went down to his quivering hole.

Fayt’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. ‘He’s serious!’ He watched the hand circle the puckered entrance with firm pressure. His eyes drifted back to the blonde’s face to see eyes shut and mouth parted. He looked as if he was really enjoying himself. The first finger went in and a hiss met his ears.

Cliff took his time loosening himself. It’s been a long time since he’d been the receiver in a coupling. It’s one of the things about being with a guy that he enjoyed, being able to give and receive. He’d gotten his finger as far as the angle would allow, grateful for long fingers, and gently withdrawing to push it in again. He looked at Fayt, who seemed to be mesmerized by what he was going. He met Fayt’s eyes every so often and smiled when Fayt moved closer to caress his thighs. The kid was obviously shy, but he hoped that it would pass so they could get to some serious action. He would have liked more foreplay, but it’d have to come another time; maybe the third or fourth round. Pulling out, he gently pushed a second finger in with the first. His eyes closed as he concentrated on the feel of his fingers. He spread and scissored them before pulling out. The position was uncomfortable even if it did feel good. Was he ever lucky to be flexible!

Looking up at Fayt’s green eyes, he took up the bottle and spilled some on his palm. Closing it, he tossed it aside and spread the oil over Fayt’s cock. He also pushed Fayt flat onto his back.

Fayt followed Cliff’s movements and rocked against Cliff’s hand. He whined when the hand moved away. A chuckle met his ears as Cliff straddled his waist. Grabbing his penis, he held it straight for Cliff so he wouldn’t have to contort his body again.

Cliff still put his hands on Fayt’s thighs as he rubbed against the head, teasing them both. Slowly, he impaled himself, savoring the feel of Fayt invading his body. He sighed when he felt the burning sensation; he just breathed through it all and relaxed. He prided himself on his body control and took everything Fayt had to offer. He finally let go of Fayt’s thighs and looked into the other’s face.

Fayt was whispering, “oh god, oh god…” He’d never imaged it’d be like this with anyone. His own hand paled in comparison to the hot, tight feel of Cliff’s body.

“You okay?” Cliff whispered, running his hands along Fayt’s shoulders and chest. He rolled the teen’s nipples and clenched his muscles, getting a litany of ‘oh fuck’. “Fayt.”

Said teen looked up, a glow in his eyes that had Cliff arch an eyebrow, and sat up to kiss him almost desperately. He grabbed onto Cliff’s shoulders and pushed into him as Cliff came down. Cliff groaned at the feel, but this wasn’t what he wanted. The shaky movements lasted less than a minute, it wasn’t enough. Cliff moved back and gently got off Fayt, much to his disappointment.

Fayt was on the verge of asking if he’d done something wrong when Cliff said, “Sit up.”

Cliff sat behind Fayt and got him to turn around. He lifted his legs towards his chest and with little hesitation Fayt moved up and slowly entered Cliff until their hips met. There was no way he misunderstood that invitation.

“Now pound me into the mattress.” Cliff growled as he wrapped his long legs around Fayt, pulling him as close as possible.

Being new at this, Fayt took a few experimental thrusts to find a rhythm. Bent over Cliff, he leaned further to suck on Cliff’s nipple as he increased the pace. Cliff’s hand pulled him off his chest so he could kiss him again; the other hand was on Fayt’s thigh so he could get him to move harder. He really liked those kisses.

“I’m not going to break.” Cliff said through clenched teeth. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Fayt, never one to turn down a challenge, moved back; his arms going under Cliff’s legs to grip his hips and he gave all that was asked of him. The change in angle allowed more frequent hits to Cliff’s prostate.

“Oh yeah…just like that.” Cliff gripped the metal brace that served as a headboard and held on tight. Skin slapping skin, Cliff’s cock slapping his stomach; Fayt losing himself to sensory overload. The fast and fury pace was quickly bringing them to their peak.

Cliff reached down with one hand and brought back his flagging erection to full hardness. His hand was quickly moved out of the way and replaced with another. The freed leg was used as leverage to push back against Fayt and he held onto the bar.

The waves of pleasure that assaulted his body were so strong that he was pretty sure he blacked out when his orgasm hit. When he came back Fayt had let go of his soft cock, grabbed his hip and road his orgasm to the closest star. He couldn’t help but rotate and grind his hips against Fayt, ‘Damn that felt good.’

Fayt was convulsing from Cliff’s antics and he collapsed on the blonde, spreading Cliff’s bodily fluids between them.

Cliff caught him coming down and held him close. He stroked his hair and waited for their heated bodies to cool down. Fayt’s arms eventually moved to return his embrace.

“I thought I was going to die.” Fayt finally said.

“Well, they do call it the mini-death.” Cliff chuckled. “I think I blacked out. That’s never happened to me before.” A smile was hidden against his chest, but Cliff felt the change.

“Can we do that again? You take me next time.” Fayt’s arms felt like limp noodles but he managed to lift up. The movement, of course, dislodged his soft penis from Cliff’s body.

“I’ve got the stamina.” Cliff grinned, “But I think a shower is in order. But you first, we can’t both fit.” Looking at the mess, he sighed, “I really should have used a condom or something though.” He sat up as Fayt moved off the cot.

Fayt leaned down and kissed him.

There wasn’t any tongue and he was still getting turned on. Fayt wasn’t fairing any better.

“I trust you with my life.” Fayt whispered with sincerity. He straighted and made his way to the bathroom.

Cliff shakes his head, “He’s going to be the death of me, but what a way to go.”

The End…or is it just the beginning?