Rocking the Boat

Rocking the Boat
Author: Garlyle Wilds / Genis Irving
Origin: Tales of VS

No lasting relations, no desire for romance - at least on the sailor's part. His passenger isn't so sure.
I do not own Tales of VS, Legendia, or Destiny (2), in any part, it all belongs to Namco-Bandai and I'm not making any money so don't sue, and stuff.

Warnings: M/M, dubcon, crackfic, questionable factchecking

(This fic is part of an intended series focused around Kyle in the Tales of VS universe. There'll be more in the future, I promise)


Rocking the Boat


"Shirley!"

Waking up in a sweat was something Senel was starting to get used to, and it kind of worried him. It had been more than a little bit of time now since Shirley had died, and sure he'd been basically alone since then, but all the same she was haunting his dreams way too much. It was bothersome alright, but he hadn't intended to sleep too long anyway. Even if the boat's course wasn't driven by his hand, he should still have been awake and watching over it.

The covers fell off of Senel as he sat up, rubbing his forehead to clear his mind. Even if those dreams felt very real, it had been so long now that he was easily able to wipe them from his mind, tossing them back into the jumble of things he'd be just be recalling next time he slept. He needed the ocean's air in his lungs, filtering up to his brain to clear it back up, so he dragged himself over to the window, tugging it open and letting the salty breeze filter in. He shut his eyes and drew it in, his whole body melting into it.

Then, a knock on the door, and he was tense again. "Who?"

"Um, it's Kyle. Are... you okay?"

Oh, it was the passenger. The little blonde runt who'd somehow gotten ahold of one of the Red Flags. It was probably all because of the dark-haired mentor with him. Come to think of it, hadn't Senel seen him before? Well, what did it matter if he did? It was just his job to be ferryman every three years, that was all. These people didn't matter, and frankly, Senel didn't want to deal with them, so he didn't answer.

"...Senel?"

"Go away," Senel growled a little, the seabreeze doing little to calm him back down.

Clearly, Kyle didn't hear him. "I'm coming in."

"Goddamnit," Senel muttered under his breath as the door clicked and creaked, accompanied by footsteps. Senel turned and watched as Kyle shut the door, hardly visible in the moonlight filtering into the window. Well good, it meant he didn't have to see his face, and that damn blonde hair. Blondes made him tense, they reminded him too much of Shirley. "Didn't I say to go away?"

"Oh... sorry, I didn't hear," Senel could make out Kyle rubbing the back of his head in embarassment.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Well, I mean, I heard you screaming in your sleep... I couldn't just..." If he closed his eyes and blocked out the voice, but not the words, Senel was sure he could hear Shirley in that concern. It just raised his irritation at the intruder even more. And he could hear more footsteps; Kyle was walking towards him. Great. Just great. He'd only just woken up from a dream about Shirley...

"Shirley..."

"Huh? Shir... ley?"

Senel had hardly realised he'd said anything aloud, but the response made his hand shoot out before he could stop himself. Clearly Kyle hadn't been expecting it, because Senel could feel the boy's body give under the blow, could hear the sound of Kyle thumping onto the ground. If he looked down, he could make out the other under the moonlight now.

"Wh... what the hell!?" Kyle shouted at him, righting himself quickly with an angry look. Oh yeah, the brat had a fighting spirit, Senel had nearly forgotten already. It was interesting, to see the boy's expression up close like this, incensed at being slugged out for what must have seemed like no good reason. He was trying so hard to look fierce, but it was like the warrior in him hadn't developped yet. "Why'd you do that!?"

"Didn't you get the message yet? Go away!" Senel growled sharply.

"Hey, I was just trying to be helpful!"

"Well, don't be!" Senel grabbed at Kyle's collar, lifting the younger boy up a bit. It wasn't too hard; Senel was used to throwing around people far larger than Kyle. He'd spent time earlier today fighting Kyle anyway, he knew the other's body was light enough to do this. "Get it? Go away!"

"I will if you let go of me!" Kyle squirmed, but only a little. He looked more surprised than angry at being held up.

"What if I don't want to?"

"Okay, now you're just being difficult!"

Accepting Kyle had a point and liking it were two different things. Senel nearly slammed Kyle back down onto the floor.

This time, Senel had time to watch Kyle getting up, because the boy couldn't do it so fast. He was coughing a bit, trying to catch the air that had been knocked out of him. Had he really not expected that? How the hell was this kid a warrior? He was so slim, and showing off his stomach like that, which hadn't even developped solid abs... was this kid begging to die or something? That stupid skin-tight shirt and those pants... were those pants unbuttoned? No, they didn't even have a button on them... what kind of self-respecting warrior would wear something so shoddy? He wasn't trying to be a warrior, he was just trying to look good, wasn't he?

"What are you staring at?" Kyle's voice finally came back to him, and Senel hadn't realised he had been staring at all. Nor did he stop.

Kyle... well, he wasn't much of a warrior, but he was sort of attractive.

Senel wasn't sure where the hell this thought came from. He was pretty sure he was and would always be into women. But damn if Kyle didn't have some aspects of that. The blonde hair was a mess, but in this pale moonlight, its color reminded him of Shirley. His body was young and sleek, and just tantalizing. Senel was sure for a moment he had to be going mad when he thought this. His brain had been jumbled for what felt like forever, the forever since he'd woken up.

"Get out. This is your last chance."

"Or what?"

"Or what?" Senel almost looked amused by this, then angry again. "Maybe I'll throw you overboard... maybe I'll kill you... maybe I'll just fuck you."

If Kyle looked surprised, Senel didn't take note - his brain was trying to process and catch up with what had just come out of his mouth.

"Y-you'll... wait, what the heck does that mean!?" Kyle started stammering, at least able to vocalise his bemusement. "Did you just say... y-you'd..."

Senel moved, done with words. It must have been because he was so worked up, because a small part of Senel's brain that was conscious and wondering about this was refusing to believe that Senel was capable of doing this. His hands grabbed Kyle's left arm, as Senel swung around the other, twisting the arm up sharply behind Kyle's back and making the younger boy shout out. He couldn't have that; if Leon heard, he'd be here in an instant. Senel's free hand came up to clamp over Kyle's mouth, muffling the other's shouts.

"Guess you made your choice..." Senel pulled the boy backwards a bit, to match a step forward, the blonde now awkwardly leaned back against Senel's chest. He wasn't really struggling, though he seemed a bit scared. It was more like he was trying to figure out what to do, the best way to get out of the situation... and Senel was starting to wonder himself. Maybe this was going too far?

...No, Kyle's blonde hair was right in front of his face, and there was a body pressed up against him. It had been far too long since Senel'd had anyone like this - at least not anyone he didn't intend to throw to the ground right afterwards. This... was nice. It was something he'd missed. Maybe he wanted - needed? - this more than he'd been aware of himself.

"Don't you dare scream, or I'll hurt you," Senel whispered into Kyle's ear, and slowly lowered his hand.

The response he got wasn't quite what he expected.

"...I won't."

Senel answered him with silence.

"Just.." Kyle seemed anxious to break it, breathing a little heavier. "I don't know what kind of problems you've got, but don't... leave any marks, okay?"

"...You're okay with this?" It was kind of hard to stay angry if the kid was saying these things.

"I... I d-didn't say..." Kyle stammered a bit, not quite able to flat out deny it. "I mean, I... it's just, if Leon saw, he'd freak..."

That was Kyle's biggest worry? Senel was practically about to rape him and Kyle was okay with this? Well, if he was, then Senel didn't have a problem either. Bedding a guy would be a new one for him, for sure, but he had some idea of how it worked. The hand that had formerly been at Kyle's mouth was starting to wander down, curious. That thin red shirt didn't hide a whole lot, but it felt a little odd to the touch - it must have been some odd material made in Hraesvelgr. Still, it meant he wasn't feeling skin, so he let his fingers go down further, to Kyle's stomach.

It had been a really long time since he'd just been able to touch someone. He wasn't aware how long he was lingering, until there was a bit of a pitiful whimper from the body in front of him. "C-can you let me go? I mean... I won't run... it's just awkward..." Senel needed a moment to register he still had Kyle's arm locked up, and he loosened his grip. He tensed up, doubting Kyle for a moment... then as the boy pulled his arm back to his side, he leaned back against Senel.

Both men were a little flushed now, trying to deal with the sudden change from the other. Senel had to admit, Kyle's body was just that nice little bit shorter than his - he fit nicely into Senel's arms. Senel's anger was dissipating, more or less... but the small part of his gut that wanted to tear off Kyle's clothes was starting to get more forceful. So he let it win, taking control of his hands and leading them to start moving again. While one came up to start lifting up Kyle's shirt, slinking under it, the other made a fairly solid grope at Kyle's pants, earning a startled gasp. Maybe he hadn't expected Senel to be so direct after all this - but Senel was neither particularly patient nor inexperienced and nervous - well, it was his first time with a guy, but hardly his first time being intimate with someone. Which begged another question, which frankly Senel didn't care to ask, because Kyle was making such delicious moans at being touched and explored that it almost made Senel forget that it was a male he was fondling.

Senel's hands kept moving, slowly drawing up Kyle's shirt. Now that he could feel the younger's skin, he could feel that it wasn't as undefined as he thought - it was just hidden under the surface, right now. It felt so different from a female, but familiar. Senel's body felt it when Kyle tensed in reaction to a finger brushing over a nipple, and Senel pressed himself closer just a bit to get more of it, starting to play a little more now that he'd found sensitive spots.

"Aah... Senel..." Kyle's voice was light and caught up in a moan, but Senel was sure he heard his name, and it made him grind his straining shorts against Kyle's ass, earning a little gasp of surprise from both of them at the sensation.

Senel had hardly realised how hard this was making him, but his restraint was slowly starting to go. His lower hand decided to get more adventurous, fiddling with the zipper of Kyle's pants, pushing it just a bit, towards the double belts on Kyle's waist, which then became the center of Senel's attention. "There's no button on your pants," Senel idly noted aloud, grinning a bit when Kyle's breath hitched a little, trying to avoid responding. So the boy was hiding something...? "You want people to notice that, don't you?"

Kyle shook his head in response, though he threw it back against Senel's shoulder when the other cupped his pants and squeezed a little, Kyle's belts falling away. "N-no, I..."

"You don't even have anything underneath, do you...?"

"I..." something about the way Kyle was trying to act all innocent was making Senel's shorts nearly burst. It reminded him of Shirley, in a way - except she really was innocent. He had to treat her gentle. Kyle... Kyle was another man, Kyle was a warrior, but Kyle still acted that way. He would be able to take it if Senel teased, if Senel was rough. The prospects were exciting, and waiting no longer, Senel decided to find out if his suspicions were right. Two fingers clenched Kyle's zipper, and down it went - and his hand felt Kyle's cock springing out to meet him.

"You're... a little whore," Senel mused, and as soon as Kyle started stammering out a response, he silenced it by wrapping his fingers around Kyle's flesh and giving it a hard stroke. That prevented any protest - Kyle was too busy moaning out, body leaning forward to press his hands down onto the bed in front in the hope of getting some stability, leaving his rear to grind against Senel's pants, like a giant tease.

Even if it was fun watching Kyle squirm like he was, playing with the other male's body, listening to his sounds... Senel needed more. Now. While one hand played with Kyle, the other did what it could, undoing the folds of fabric around Senel's waist and letting them fall clear off. He pressed himself more directly against Kyle's rear, only one piece of clothing separating the two now. This finally got a stable reaction out of Kyle.

"Y-you really... want to..."

"Yeah," Senel nodded, releasing Kyle's flesh - and earning a very disappointed whimper in response. He pulled Kyle backwards, up against his chest again, then grabbed Kyle's pants, yanking them down before the other could protest. Then, he lifted Kyle clear out of them.

Kyle had clung onto Senel, finally turning to face the other for the first time since this whole affair had begun. Even though the room's light was dim, Senel could tell that Kyle was blushing red. He couldn't wait to dive in to the other, he decided, as he walked closer to one of the walls, before pressing Kyle up against it.

"L-like this...?" Kyle gulped, a bit nervous - was it is first time afterall, or just a new position? Senel figured he could find out later. He worked on setting Kyle up, moving the other's legs to straddle, until Senel was only a sheet of fabric from pentrating the youth in his arms. "I, uh..." Kyle shifted a little, arms coming up to cling onto Senel's shoulders. There wasn't a whole lot of room to spare, Senel pressing him up against the wall. Kyle was tensed, gaining Senel's gaze, as though he was waiting on something. After a few moments of staring, out came a pitiful "K... Kiss me?", as Senel shifted to start getting rid of his pants.

"...Kiss?"

"Y-yeah. ...Please?"

"This isn't a romance, Kyle," Senel had stopped, moments away from dropping pants and underwear, moments away from just bursting through and taking Kyle anyway.

"I... I know that!" Kyle stammered a bit. "I just... it just matters to me, okay?"

"..." Senel paused, considering. This really didn't mean anything to him. It was just sex; a chance for physical relief that he hadn't had since Shirley's death. He didn't want to hold off... but he didn't want to cheapen Shirley, either. This was sex, this was fucking, this was not love and he didn't want to pretend it was.

So he decided not to, and down went his shorts and everything else, his freed cock pressed up against Kyle's rear.

"W-wait...!"

Senel didn't wait. Holding tight onto Kyle's hips, he started sliding in - in, in, and further in, and oh god. The body he was entering was a tight fit, trying to push him away and reject him. But he had to admit that even his fondest memories of Shirley weren't this purely, physically, ferally pleasurable. It even took until Senel was halfway sheathed inside Kyle that he finally heard the other boy's crying out.

"S-stop... Senelllll~!"

Hearing Kyle like that hardly made Senel want to follow instructions. It had been a [i]long[/i] time since anyone had cried out his name like that. Senel couldn't stop himself now, still pushing in, listening to Kyle shouting out. It wasn't until Senel was buried in Kyle's body that the sailor finally came to a stop.

"Be quiet!" Senel warned Kyle, watching the youth panting, tears rolling down his cheeks. Why was he crying all of a sudden? Somewhere in the back of Senel's head it occured to him that it actually probably [i]hurt[/i] to be in Kyle's position, getting forced open like that, but he had wanted it, so what was he crying about? "You don't want Leon to hear, do you?" he watched Kyle swallow down a sob, trying to calm himself.

"Just... g-give me a moment..." a soft little whimper caught Senel's attention, and he tried to still the urge to just start slamming Kyle into the wall. Just for a moment, Senel decided, he could hold off. He took the time to lift Kyle's legs a little more, holding them up by his arms, folding the boy up - and feeling the change of position push him in even deeper, earning him the sound of Kyle crying out through clenched teeth.

"You're really... hard to resist," Senel admitted, staring at Kyle impatiently as he waited for an okay. The smaller male finally nodded, tensing up - and oh Martel could Senel ever feel it when he did - and then Senel started moving.

Carefully, gently, Senel pulled out, trying to take it slow. Yet, as he slid back in, away went his control. The last inch was a sudden thrust forward, earning a gasp from Kyle, and then from there out Senel set a rough, uneven pace, hips slamming forward whenever he thrusted and driving himself back into Kyle. It was tough to balance this right - he knew he couldn't just go completely wild, but he knew what he could handle. He'd done this before, with Shirley. Listening to Kyle's cries, now punctuated by gasps and moans, it was so much like that. Senel could have forgotten, in the haze of pleasure, that it was a man - except for the occasional bump of Kyle's hard, leaking cock against his stomach.

"How do you like this?" Senel whispered, barely audible over the sound of his thrusts. "Want more...?"

"I can't... ahn~" every word Kyle tried to speak was interrupted shortly by a gasp, "It's too... Ah!" or a sweet cry, "Oh god, Senellll..." and those delicious throaty moans. Determined to get more out of it, Senel started slamming in faster, risking his balance a bit. He wasn't the only one trying to get more out of it. One of Kyle's hands dropped from Senel's shoulder down to the unattended flesh between them, stroking it wildly. It made Kyle shiver, made his gasps and moans get even louder, and made his whole body tense and relax even more noticably. The boy probably didn't feel much of a change, but for Senel it was quickly becoming too much.

"Damnit... Kyle..." Senel gasped out, fighting off the end.

Kyle didn't sound like he was far off either. The little hero only made a couple more strokes before his breath hitched, and his whole body clenched violently as he shot, cream landing all over his hands, his hips, and both of their shirts. He didn't even try to silence his orgasm, giving Senel a scream that put the marine over the edge too - one more slam in deep, and Senel could feel his cum rushing out of him to sink deep into Kyle's body.

Senel kept Kyle pressed against the wall, hardly able to balance the boy on his own weight as his legs shook a little. It took a moment for him to recover the strength of mind to do so, but he pulled out carefully, watching Kyle tremble a little, a little of Senel's seed dripping from his abused rear, as Senel set the youth back down on his feet. He wsa a little surprised when Kyle kept clinging onto him, leaned towards him.

"Something wrong?" Senel looked down at Kyle curiously, watching the boy. He wasn't going to get all clingy now, was he?

"...that hurt..." came a somewhat embarassed response.

"Ah, well... sorry," Senel mused, though honestly he wasn't. He'd do it again. That felt good.

"...I'm... well, er... 'cause of that..."

"Yeah?" did he have to be so talkative?

"...not gonna be able to walk."

Oh, that was fair enough. Well, how did he expect Senel to deal with that? It wasn't like it was Senel's--wait, no, it probably was his fault. Senel shrugged, lifting the other back up, carrying him as best he could towards the bed, and thank god it was so close. Senel's body wasn't liking the idea of physical labor after that.

Kyle looked up at Senel as he laid on the bed, blinking as Senel climbed in next to him. "I thought... you know... this wasn't supposed to be--"

"It's not," Senel answered him, turning his back. "...I can at least do that much for you."

"...Oh," Kyle sounded kind of sad at that, and Senel felt the other boy climbing under the covers, probably turned away. It was a little awkward, but it wasn't as thought Senel cared for Kyle at all. He'd just used the boy to work out some tension and that was it.

...Still.

Senel rolled over, moving a little closer, making Kyle gasp in a bit of surprise as Senel's chest reached Kyle's back.

"Why...?"

"...Just... thanks," Senel muttered, hardly bothering to expand upon that, and glad when Kyle didn't ask for anything more. He could at least do this in return. Kyle wasn't a bad kid.

And maybe, if Senel closed his eyes, he could imagine it was Shirley.

And if he couldn't, well, Kyle wasn't bad to dream about either.