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Cat Scratch Blues
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+A through F › Fire Emblem (all)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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2,322
Reviews:
3
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Cat Scratch Blues
Title: Cat Scratch Blues
Series: FE10
Character/Pairing: Kyza/Ranulf
Rating: R/NC-17
Word count: 1094
A/N: Kink meme, FE10 Kyza/Ranulf kink is hero worship? Bonus points for Ranulf topping from the bottom. :D I think this is the first sexytiems for them in this fandom? Think so?
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Ranulf knew how to take advantage of a good situation. It wasn’t that he was a user per se, but if they were offering free of charge, then he’d hardly turn down some goodwill.
He was used to Kyza and Lyre’s devotion. Hell, sometimes he even teased them (good-naturedly) that he’d make them go for mortal combat to fight for his love. It was all in good fun, really.
But Lyre was off visiting her family, along with most of the rest of his division. National holidays did not apply to the King’s aide. It left him short-staffed, but for once, enjoying the quiet and lack of physical violence. There was a plus side to everything.
Kyza had volunteered to stay back, and Ranulf wasn’t about to refuse him. Kyza worked hard, and was good for menial labor, especially lifting and carrying things. Kyza lifted like it was an honor to take up heavy boxes for Ranulf
“Is there anything I can get for you, Captain?” Kyza said anxiously. It was the third time that hour.
Ranulf looked appraisingly, before yawning and stretching.
“We–ll, since you asked, there’s that place between my shoulders that I can quite reach and– oooh there.”
Kyza had strong hands, and damn if he didn’t know how to use them. Ranulf was purring as he touched all the right places. Really, Kyza was invaluable, he should promote him. Give him a pay raise, something. Kyza’s hands made even, firm strokes over his muscles and Ranulf melted into that touch as the tension dissipated into nothing.
Ranulf arched his back, and it was more instinct than anything. It wasn’t his fault that his back was his Achilles Heel, so to speak, and a good back rub could make him moan like a cat in heat.
And most any other underling (save for Lyre, of course) would have politely ignored such sounds. But this was Kyza, and one of the few people that yowling like a cat in heat around was Generally Not A Good Idea (or an excellent idea, depending on your viewpoint.)
And being as it was Kyza, there could only come one predictable conclusion to this.
Kyza buried his head against Ranulf’s back and rubbed against him. Not overtly, gently. He wrapped his arms about Ranulf’s midriff
“Captain...”
And Ranulf was left with a choice. He could pretend that he didn’t have a bisexual streak, which would be an outright lie. He could pretend that he wasn’t attracted to Kyza, which would also be a lie, or he could pretend that he wasn’t turned on at this moment, which would be very big lie, especially considering that his pants weren’t that loose and the Cat tribe was known for their vision.
(Besides, even if Kyza hadn’t seen it, he would’ve smelled the arousal wafting off of Ranulf’s skin.)
So Ranulf made with choice and turned around to Kyza. His tongue was peeking out playfully from between his lips.
“So, about those bushes you were talking about..”
He undid the buttons of Kyza’s shirt and spread his hands over that wide chest. Tigers did get the better physiques, though Ranulf certainly never minded his own. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it. Women were soft, but men had their own rugged appeal too. Ranulf couldn’t quite bring himself to choose, not with both tasting so good in the end....
He licked up Kyza’s chest. A Cat’s tongue was rough, providing a different tactile sensation than a regular Beorc. Kyza paid back the attention tenfold. He picked up Ranulf and leaned up on a perfectly innocent table. He took off Ranulf’s remaining clothes with care, and licked up his leg.
Kyza kept saying things, I will protect you, I will never let you down, I will guard you to the end of my life but Ranulf just focused on the beat, the rhythm of bodies and hearts. Ranulf swayed as he felt that rough Cat-tongue over his erect cock. There was nothing quite as relaxing as a good back rub followed by a good lay. Ranulf has no idea how much experience Kyza has in sucking cock. He’s way too old to be virginal, a good Gallian heat would’ve cured that seasons ago. Still, Ranulf’s male experiences weren’t that much to know the nuances of a talented man’s tongue and mediocre one’s. But it’s good. So good Ranulf rocks along with the swift and rough flicks of Kyza’s tongue.
Just like Ranulf likes it.
He patted Kyza’s head. He was a good underling, a hard worker. Faithful, loyal, with a skilled tongue. Ranulf’s thoughts fall to raises again when the pleasure gathers and flows over him. A Pay raise, more.
Ranulf’s eyes were have shut, the kind of bedroom eyes he’s more than once made a joke about over a cup of grog after work.
He grinned , a sort of secret just between him and Kyza and wrapped his arm over his underling’s neck.
“Good work, I think you deserve a raise...”
He licked Kyza’s chest again.
*
The next day did not go quite so smoothly, however...
“Captain loves me better,” Kyza said. “I’m loyal and steadfast.”
“Hiss! But you’re a boring fuddy-duddy! He likes me because I’m cute!” Lyre replied.
Kyza lifted his shirt to reveal a new set of scratch marks on his chest. Any Gallian who wasn’t a complete kit would recognize those kinds of marks. Just to be even more damming, there was some teeth marks not too far from them.
“He loves me more,” Kyza said with no undue smugness.
She shrieked and bared her teeth at him. “You– You seduced Captain Ranulf! He’d never go for someone as dull as you!”
She tore through the room to where Ranulf was still holding the orders given to him.
“Captain Ranulf!”
“Captain Ranulf!”
Ranulf sighed. It wasn’t enough that he had to deliver love tokens for Skrimir, now that whole joke about them fighting to the death seemed to be not too far from the truth. He should’ve run along with Ike when he had the chance. Even the constant threat of an Elfire tome with his name on it couldn’t be as bad as this.
Series: FE10
Character/Pairing: Kyza/Ranulf
Rating: R/NC-17
Word count: 1094
A/N: Kink meme, FE10 Kyza/Ranulf kink is hero worship? Bonus points for Ranulf topping from the bottom. :D I think this is the first sexytiems for them in this fandom? Think so?
--
Ranulf knew how to take advantage of a good situation. It wasn’t that he was a user per se, but if they were offering free of charge, then he’d hardly turn down some goodwill.
He was used to Kyza and Lyre’s devotion. Hell, sometimes he even teased them (good-naturedly) that he’d make them go for mortal combat to fight for his love. It was all in good fun, really.
But Lyre was off visiting her family, along with most of the rest of his division. National holidays did not apply to the King’s aide. It left him short-staffed, but for once, enjoying the quiet and lack of physical violence. There was a plus side to everything.
Kyza had volunteered to stay back, and Ranulf wasn’t about to refuse him. Kyza worked hard, and was good for menial labor, especially lifting and carrying things. Kyza lifted like it was an honor to take up heavy boxes for Ranulf
“Is there anything I can get for you, Captain?” Kyza said anxiously. It was the third time that hour.
Ranulf looked appraisingly, before yawning and stretching.
“We–ll, since you asked, there’s that place between my shoulders that I can quite reach and– oooh there.”
Kyza had strong hands, and damn if he didn’t know how to use them. Ranulf was purring as he touched all the right places. Really, Kyza was invaluable, he should promote him. Give him a pay raise, something. Kyza’s hands made even, firm strokes over his muscles and Ranulf melted into that touch as the tension dissipated into nothing.
Ranulf arched his back, and it was more instinct than anything. It wasn’t his fault that his back was his Achilles Heel, so to speak, and a good back rub could make him moan like a cat in heat.
And most any other underling (save for Lyre, of course) would have politely ignored such sounds. But this was Kyza, and one of the few people that yowling like a cat in heat around was Generally Not A Good Idea (or an excellent idea, depending on your viewpoint.)
And being as it was Kyza, there could only come one predictable conclusion to this.
Kyza buried his head against Ranulf’s back and rubbed against him. Not overtly, gently. He wrapped his arms about Ranulf’s midriff
“Captain...”
And Ranulf was left with a choice. He could pretend that he didn’t have a bisexual streak, which would be an outright lie. He could pretend that he wasn’t attracted to Kyza, which would also be a lie, or he could pretend that he wasn’t turned on at this moment, which would be very big lie, especially considering that his pants weren’t that loose and the Cat tribe was known for their vision.
(Besides, even if Kyza hadn’t seen it, he would’ve smelled the arousal wafting off of Ranulf’s skin.)
So Ranulf made with choice and turned around to Kyza. His tongue was peeking out playfully from between his lips.
“So, about those bushes you were talking about..”
He undid the buttons of Kyza’s shirt and spread his hands over that wide chest. Tigers did get the better physiques, though Ranulf certainly never minded his own. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it. Women were soft, but men had their own rugged appeal too. Ranulf couldn’t quite bring himself to choose, not with both tasting so good in the end....
He licked up Kyza’s chest. A Cat’s tongue was rough, providing a different tactile sensation than a regular Beorc. Kyza paid back the attention tenfold. He picked up Ranulf and leaned up on a perfectly innocent table. He took off Ranulf’s remaining clothes with care, and licked up his leg.
Kyza kept saying things, I will protect you, I will never let you down, I will guard you to the end of my life but Ranulf just focused on the beat, the rhythm of bodies and hearts. Ranulf swayed as he felt that rough Cat-tongue over his erect cock. There was nothing quite as relaxing as a good back rub followed by a good lay. Ranulf has no idea how much experience Kyza has in sucking cock. He’s way too old to be virginal, a good Gallian heat would’ve cured that seasons ago. Still, Ranulf’s male experiences weren’t that much to know the nuances of a talented man’s tongue and mediocre one’s. But it’s good. So good Ranulf rocks along with the swift and rough flicks of Kyza’s tongue.
Just like Ranulf likes it.
He patted Kyza’s head. He was a good underling, a hard worker. Faithful, loyal, with a skilled tongue. Ranulf’s thoughts fall to raises again when the pleasure gathers and flows over him. A Pay raise, more.
Ranulf’s eyes were have shut, the kind of bedroom eyes he’s more than once made a joke about over a cup of grog after work.
He grinned , a sort of secret just between him and Kyza and wrapped his arm over his underling’s neck.
“Good work, I think you deserve a raise...”
He licked Kyza’s chest again.
*
The next day did not go quite so smoothly, however...
“Captain loves me better,” Kyza said. “I’m loyal and steadfast.”
“Hiss! But you’re a boring fuddy-duddy! He likes me because I’m cute!” Lyre replied.
Kyza lifted his shirt to reveal a new set of scratch marks on his chest. Any Gallian who wasn’t a complete kit would recognize those kinds of marks. Just to be even more damming, there was some teeth marks not too far from them.
“He loves me more,” Kyza said with no undue smugness.
She shrieked and bared her teeth at him. “You– You seduced Captain Ranulf! He’d never go for someone as dull as you!”
She tore through the room to where Ranulf was still holding the orders given to him.
“Captain Ranulf!”
“Captain Ranulf!”
Ranulf sighed. It wasn’t enough that he had to deliver love tokens for Skrimir, now that whole joke about them fighting to the death seemed to be not too far from the truth. He should’ve run along with Ike when he had the chance. Even the constant threat of an Elfire tome with his name on it couldn’t be as bad as this.