AU. Final Fantasy's World and Setting influence. Includes crystal and some of their jobs and magic. Mention of rape as well.

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The fire flickered in front of him.

With his blue eyes, Fuji watched the red flower dancing brightly. The shimmering lights gave warmth against the cold nights.

He took a deep breath, running his fingers amongst the soft, dark brown hair that currently rested on his laps. Inside the small cave, they hid, away from the dark, dangerous nights that lurked outside.

Despite the war, despite the increasing beasts that roamed the land, Fuji never knew he could find such happiness. He caressed the stern temple, the face of the stoic man he came to love.

Deep down, he knew he was holding to a fleeting happiness born from some twisted fate.

It didn't matter that he was smart; he was born in poverty and sold to the whorehouse at an early age. He spread his legs for men, pleasing their sexual desire.

He never knew of the outside world, out of the whorehouse. Everyday he hated the sunset and the darkness outside that signaled his time to sell his body. He despised the city lights, the sounding laughter of freedom that echoed the street.

He could only smile as he spread his legs, whispering words of lust to the changing customers. Each one of them pounded his little hole until it became loose and dripping with cum.

Fuji never knew he would come to long for the darkness, for the time to spend together, just the two of them.

The stoic King came by accident. The overgrowing monster, outside the city, started to attack, destroying everything in their paths, including the red light district area.

Fuji remembered the chaos, the fire burning in a distant. He remembered the blood-curling scream that populated the city and the scent of death that grew stronger.

He was with a man when it happened. On his hands and knees, the man was thrusting inside him, stretching his loose hole. The four-legged beast eventually came and killed the unsuspecting man in one bite. Fuji saw the red-eyed monster feasting on the dead man and managed to escape.

Half dressed in his sheer kimono, he made a run from it, barefooted. He exited the whorehouse, running down the street and made his way to the unknown part of the town. He almost didn't make it, catching the attention of another four-legged beast. The beast's sharp teeth quickly buried itself deeply inside his leg, drawing blood as he screamed in pain.

It was then that he met him.

Riding the black stallion, Tezuka Kunimitsu slayed the beast with his sword. He was only a Prince then. His father, Tezuka Kuniharu, was the country's King, until his death on that fated night.

Fuji remembered the sheer power of the Prince's gravity that pulled all beasts surrounding them to the ground, the Dark Knight speciality.

The dead beasts turned into black ashes that disappeared with the air. Meanwhile, those that were still alive grew stronger by feasting on blood and the continuous lack of light. They evolved, changing their appearance.

Tezuka pulled him on the horse. He was still bleeding then, leaving trails for the beasts to follow. They rode under the moonlight, escaping the burning city. Fuji wrapped his arms around the broad figure.

From then, they travelled together, growing closer. He was happy, despite the lurking beasts and the continuous treat from the Empire to hunt down the last King.

No longer had to spread his legs to strangers, he learned the art of healing instead. Drawing power from the Crystal's ether, he became the King's essential companion.

Fuji smiled as he continued running his hand on the soft hair. The fire continued to flicker, protecting them. Outside, a faint howling could be heard. The body resting on his legs quickly shifted.

Dark hazelnuts eyes pierced open. The King adjusted his glasses and quickly sat up, looking at the darkness outside.

"You can sleep a bit more. I'm still fine." He said to the man.

Tezuka looked back at him and caressed his cheek. He mewled at the sensation.

"I'll take a look around, you go to sleep." The King replied.

Fuji had to grab the man to prevent him from leaving.

"Don't." He said. "You need rest, please." He continued, keeping his grip tight. He didn't want the man to leave. He wanted him to stay, to hold him.

It was as if the man heard him.

Fuji tasted the warm kiss on his lips. He moaned when the gentle hand sneaked inside his cotton tunic, rubbing against his round nipples.

He used to hate spreading his legs, the sounds that came out of his mouth as the strange men pounded him furiously. Now though, wrapped around Tezuka's strong arms, he willingly shed his clothes.

Fuji spread his legs and sat on Tezuka's laps, wrapping his legs around the man's stomach. Long fingers, coated in lubricant that they had purchased from the town before, were probing his entrance. He moaned when Tezuka slipped a finger inside him.

Fuji once told the bespectacled man that he could take him without preparation. Growing up in whorehouse has kept his hole loose and most men didn't bother to prep him. They enjoyed the extreme tightness and the sound that he was making.

Tezuka went overboard with his fingers that night. Fuji remembered cumming to the point of fainting. It was his first time, feeling loved.

Staring right at the dark hazelnut eyes, Fuji captured the thin lips, holding onto his happiness tightly. The finger inside him moved deeper, causing him to buckle his hips. He moaned through the kiss when Tezuka added another finger, stretching him ever so slowly.

"Ah-!" Fuji yelped out sharply, moving his hips.

Tezuka then wrapped his free hand around their dripping cock. Fuji followed straight after as he continued to move his hips to the rhythm of Tezuka's fingers. Three fingers were now stretching him.

"Hah.. Aaa-" He moaned again, aroused by the prostate glands.

"Fuji." Tezuka called out to him in that warm and husky tone.

He smiled widely, removing the man's fingers from inside him, to slip down Tezuka's hard shaft. He moaned louder and was quickly silenced by the King's kiss.

Despite alone in the cave, they had to be careful of the enemies outside.

Fuji gripped both of Tezuka's shoulder as he moved up and down. Strong arms were holding him steady.

He looked at the dark hazelnut eyes that were staring at him full of love.

"I'm sorry." He said instead.

Fuji knew the stoic man was taken aback.

"For what?" Tezuka asked with a kiss.

"For being selfish." He replied with a smile.

A King and a Prostitute, Fuji knew he was holding to a fleeting happiness.

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Thanks for reading.

I was in the mood for some fantasy and always want to mix Final Fantasy elements into Prince of Tennis (I wish the manga turned into some fantasy shonen instead of violence tennis lol).

Sorry for making Fuji a prostitute again, I'm taking the easy and smexy way out.