Title: Shells
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Without his armour, he's as bare and human as the rest of them.
Parings: GiacomoFolon (reversible!)
Warnings: Ficlet, shounen-ai/slash
Disclaimer: Namco's. Namco's all the way.
Note: I just KNOW someone's going to flame me because this is a malexmale fic. GET OVER IT. Being homosexual isn't bad. Open your mind up a little. All flames will be mocked.
Yes, Folon and Giacomo. Ha. I don't even know why I paired them together. Might have something to do with Folon being my absolute FAVOURITE character.
Really, under all the armour, he was quite frail. Which was maybe why he needed all that armour to begin with.
The first time Giacomo saw him take it off, he was startled by the teen's pale, almost white skin.
Almost startled.
Beneath it, the soldier wore nothing but the standard issue black body glove – and how slender he was!
Now, currently, there was no element of surprise in their relationship.
Surprise me.
Giacomo himself, strong, muscular and manly. Obviously the dominant. And he enjoyed a challenge.
Thus, Folon. The wonderful, impish little devil in his bed.
A-ha. His hair, actually long, was wet and slick around his shoulders. And Giacomo chuckled. But then he turned away. He saw that look in his lover's eyes, demanding and powerful.
"It will have to wait, my little devil."
Because really, Folon was the one that held him captive.
END