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❝ Kc. . . ❞

Tapping his foot against the marbled floor of the living room, Reiji was in a huff to discover there were no applications desiring to be his partner. He supposed there were always the failed applicants of his brother's, with whom he might have a salvageable chance, however... Him? Accepting their leftovers? Good griefーー

❝ No matter. It is as Father said, there will be future opportunities for myself to do what I'm unable to tonight... ❞

𝓞𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓾𝓻𝔂'𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓿𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮.

Artemisa’s voice came back in equal parts perfume and mocha: not chocolate - mocha.

“How cynical, how jaded the youth of today! - and why? Do we not live in a time of endless entertainments and technological wonders, the whole world accessible from the palm of the hand? Or is that precisely it? - that behind the bread and circuses hang the invisible hand of the market and the all-encompassing web of intelligence agencies weaving war for the glory of crowns? Surely you are not blind to the puppets pulling your strings. Kingsglaive, Crownsguard: what are these if not the titles bestowed upon the most faithful of slaves? So tell me, Seifer:”

Caesura, cigarette, cloud of smoke.

“Why is it that you frolic in these chains? I know you and you know me. We may not always see eye to eye, but in one crucial respect we are one and the same: ours are revolutionary souls. You wish to be free of the rule of gods and men, and I - I wish to be rid of limits altogether.”

Another pause as Artemisa lifted her cup of coffee to her lips, and made an outward gesture with it still in hand.

“No, I am not here to merely meddle in your affairs. Were it play that I were after, I assure you, there are any number of unassuming fools I might befuddle. If on some dusty plain you wish to someday settle the score between us, then I am more than willing to comply; but presently, I believe you and I share a cause we are willing to set aside our differences in the pursuit of.”

Setting down the cup upon its saucer, Artemisa took another drag before extinguishing her cigarette.

“What are your thoughts on the Lady Lunafreya, my dear?”

Still grinding his teeth, Seifer didn’t like where this conversation was headed at all. Inhaling another bout of smoke and letting it sit in his lungs for a long moment, he exhaled with a show of an amused, huffed laugh - amusement he did not really feel in her presence.

Much on the contrary, her being here in front of him made him tense, and pulled on all the wrong strings again. He came here to forget, but seemingly, there was no way of escaping her clutches entirely either.

Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her lengthy monologue about technology and the connectivity it brought. Was she really ranting about the internet? it would come as no surprise, given that she hailed from an entirely different time, as he now knew. But why the idle conversation? All just to lull him in again and make him feel safe when really she might be trying to weave her webs and pull him into her clutches again?

There were too many variables at play, once again, for him to properly gauge the entirety behind it and the lack of control in this situation didn’t sit right with him. Every second he spent in her presence was dangerous, simply looking at her threatening to flick all the switches of his triggers.

And then she played her cards more openly. Well, to him at least. Appealing to his rebellious side, the one that never really could follow any orders, or rules, who made destiny his bitch if he could. Still, a flat laugh hummed from the blond at her words. “I am here to redeem myself for what you had me do,” he said, voice even, almost bored. Deliberately so. 

Pulling on his cigarette again, he did what he had never tried before in the past. Read her. Emerald eyes flicked over regal features, hoping against hope that he might be able to find a pattern of expressions that he could work with. To at least gain *some* intel of what she was up to.

When she finally spoke again, laying her plan - or the beginnings of it - out more precisely, blond brows furrowed as Seifer leaned in now, arms crossed on the table. “I doubt we share anything,” he deadpanned before his jaw set.

The Lady Lunafreya...?

Swallowing against a lump in his throat as an ill-boding feeling settled in his stomach, he tipped his head to the side, taking another drag of smoke.

"Seein' somethin' you like, Kinneas?"

The taunt was hummed close to Irvine's ear, Seifer having pulled up to him while the sharpshooter was lost in thought, most likely deep enough to not notice his former-enemy-come-ally approach.

The tall blond stepped up now, next to the other man and tried snatching his cigarette by means of smoking it himself. The glint in emerald eyes was disdainful, the curl around tighened lips almost a sneer, yet too much of a shadow of it to really be anything but the ghost of some such.

Slumping against the pillar the other was leaning against with his shoulder, Seifer then fell quiet, observing the brunet's reaction.

He didn't like the fact the sharpshooter had joined their ranks. Much less that Squall had dragged him along like some lost puppy that needed his master to not lie down and starve to death.

Prodding his molar with the tip of his tongue, the blond Glaive simply stood and stared at the man. The past years had been rather kind to the intruder, his appearance surely still a magnet for every woman within sight.

What he did not like was the prospect of the same attractiveness getting in the way of his attempts to mend the bond between him and Squall. Or the damn cowboy getting in the way whatsoever.

The thought that the three of them, all having grown up in the same orphanage, could find a new sense of cameraderie, even friendship alluded him - naturally. All he knew was competition, having to prove himself and biting his way through life. And so he would do now. What didn't help was the fact that Seifer had never been part of their group, for one because his rebellious nature did not allow his ego to be associated with 'little kids' as he had called them, but also because his arrogance and aggressiveness scared the others away, resulting in being left out. Again, something he would never openly admit to feeling anything else but indifferent about.

The voice in his ear wasn’t necessarily unexpected, but still made him tense for a fraction of a second. More because he had let himself get lost in thought and lose sense of what was around him and not because of the person the voice belonged to.

Seifer Almasy, once an enemy, now comrade. Someone he had grown up with, though unfortunate circumstances had led them down different roads. It felt like a strange twist of fate that they would be brought back together.

He also figured Seifer would likely be teaching him the ropes of the magic he would be wielding soon, especially since Squall wasn’t at the same level Seifer was at. 

He quirked a brow and let the man steal the cigarette from his hand, before drawing another out of the pack. “Ahh, not yet. But who says I’ll let you know when I do?” he drawled on, with a smirk on his lips. Pulling out his lighter, he lit the cigarette, then offered it to Seifer to light his own. “Afraid that I’ll like the same thing you do?”

A light chuckle escaped his lips before he took a long drag, blowing the smoke through his nose as his gaze shifted back out towards the group training on the grounds. It was no secret that he was a womanizer, though if there was a man who struck his fancy he’d be found attempting to woo them as well. However, as he had gotten older, the wooing slowed. More because hopping from bed to bed wasn’t a way he wanted to live his life, especially when he was on the road a lot.

Sexual Fantasy | 🍆

     The things he’d heard through paper thin walls were lewd beyond his imagination, or at least they were. Now his hormone-addled brain was filled with all sorts of scenarios, from words overheard to slivers of action peeked in on through ajar doors. The times he’d touched himself in bed or in the shower after his Mother had brought a client home were numerous. But tonight was different.

  Tonight his blood ran hot and sweat soaked the sheets, brain fried on lust as he writhed.  Nero whimpered, shedding his clothes with shaking hands to see the mess he’d already made of his stomach and thighs. In the dim light he could see his cock, still tense with need, and the image of his Mother came suddenly to him. Dragging his tongue up the length of it and swallowing the tip. Hands caressed his thighs to spread them before massaging and spreading his cheeks.

     “ Please.. “ Nero whispered shyly, rocking his hips as his Mother smiled. It was comforting, letting him know it’d be okay. That the heat in his belly would be taken care of soon enough. The teen moaned as fingers entered him, slow and gentle, wriggling and curling just enough to begin to spread him. It was a slow process, but with Vergil tending to his sticky erection he was able to open himself up to three fingers and enjoy them as they curled against his prostate.

  From there everything got faster. Vergil was almost swallowing him, his mouth hot and tongue sliding skillfully around his head. Nero could feel something in his middle coiling, growing tighter every time his insides were played with until it was all coming undone. Nero whined as he came, back arching as waves of pleasure rolled across his skin.