hey y'all. this is celebration of FFCC finally getting a character sorter. oh, and it's for the slash fangirls out there for this pairing. i know you're out there.
warnings: number three mentions dicks, number four has kissing.
pairing: layle/keiss
1.
"Keiss, do you think this is really how it's supposed to go down?" Layle spreads his fingers and exposes the inked panels to the light. On the page are two men—well, supposedly.
One has a strong and pronounced nose with eyes that are narrowed, and a mouth that seems to be stretched into an everlasting smirk. The other is supposedly a twenty year old; this notion defies all logic, however, because he's only half the size of the other man, has glittery large eyes, and essentially the body of a woman, minus the breasts. (which really ruins any sort of enjoyment possible for Layle out of the graphic novel)
To top it all off, the larger of the two seems to be forcing himself on the smaller, and as the blond flips through the pages, Keiss' eyes following along panel by panel, they both find that the book ends in rape and then several wild professions of undying love.
Layle stares at the final page, which is decorated in light tones shaped like flowers, sparkles, and bubbles. He hums and flips back two pages, staring thoughtfully at the page now nestled before his sight.
"That doesn't look too different from regular sex, you know," comes Keiss' voice from over his shoulder, still apparently following along, despite the disturbed tone of his voice. The clavat nods his head, and stares at the image for a couple seconds longer, before he notices something. His index finger spreads even further out onto the page, exceeding its use of holding the binding open. The pad of the finger finally lands over the supposed 'entry area.'
"Is that where…?" He feels his companion's red hair rustle against his coat as the selkie nods. Layle opens and closes his mouth, unsure of what to say. "But that's his asshole, Keiss."
Keiss finally leans back and away from the book, silent and considerate.
"I haven't even done that with a girl yet." Layle murmurs a little something after that, apparently intrigued by the concept. "I mean, sure, doggy style, but…in the butt?" The blond hears a rough laugh tumble out of the Guild Master's mouth.
"I don't think any girl would want to try it. Looks like it hurts."
2.
"Layle, do you use lipgloss or something?"
The aforementioned Clavat looks up from the crystalline water, relaxing his hand and allowing it to rest, limp, at his side. He cocks a blond eyebrow and quirks the corner of his mouth into a questioning smile. "Uh, no?" The blond snorts, and queries a vague 'why' before he resumes his prior activity of staring very intently on the grey-blue fish beneath the surface of the salt water.
A seagull calls, and Keiss hears a canon go off atop the mast of the shipwreck. "Your lips are just…really…" he pauses, scratching his head and watching as Layle suddenly jerks his arm back, and a fish leaps out from the water, only to flop back into the waves with a splash. The blond utters a curse and scrunches his face up, looking for another target.
"Really what?" The clavat somehow manages to sound infuriated and amused at the same time.
"Uh, shiny, I guess."
A chuckle, and then he whips his arm back again, hand clenched in a fist. This time, a huge, finned creature flails up and out from the water, sprinkling them both with water as it flies upward. Layle doesn't waste a moment as he holds his hand up again, and with another jerk, it speeds its way into the unreasonably large tin bucket the redhead's been holding. The tail sticks out and flops this way and that.
Layle turns around and glances into the pail (if it can even be called that, damn if the thing wasn't huge).
"I told you the bucket wasn't going to be too small." He proceeds to wipe his mouth with his fore arm, and Keiss doesn't fail to notice how his lips stay the same amount of quote unquote shiny. The redhead furrows his brow and hefts the bucket so he can hold it from the bottom.
3.
The bed squeaks as Keiss plants himself onto it, making himself completely naked as he undoes his bandana and tosses it on the night stand. He crosses his legs and looks at the wrinkled in the floral patterned blanket. The Selkie can't help but feel a little nervous as he sits opposite of the blond in the rented room, cheeks flushed an odd shade of red.
Layle, on the other hand is sitting there, quite calmly (if not a little perplexed), in all his pasty barren glory. His lower body is covered by the comforter, and Keiss watches, still blushing something awful, as the blond scratches what would seem to be his knee.
"Would you stop staring already?" Layle looks up at Keiss' face for the first time in the past ten minutes, and furrows his eyebrows. He then proceeds to go right back to staring at the redhead's crotch, an expression of thought coloring his face. Keiss huffs and jabs his index finger at Layle's chest—"I told you to stop staring, Crystal Bearer."
The Clavat looks up again, frowning. He doesn't try to talk at first; just scratches the back of his neck, and straightens his back out before once again trying to peek a glance at the Selkie's genitals, which earns him a right proper punch in the shoulder. Layle grimaces at the contact before sighing and rubbing the spot that was hit with his opposite hand.
Keiss glares at him for a moment longer before sighing himself and rubbing his face. "What."
The blond looks up again, and Keiss doesn't even bother trying to smack any sense into him. "What is it exactly that's bothering you so much?"
Layle, who's been mute up until this point, opens and closes his mouths a few times before finally spitting it out: "Your dick is huge, dude. Kinda puts a dent in my pride."
Keiss just grumbles as he hoists himself off of the bed and yanks on his boxers.
4.
There really should be a time and place for this, he thinks.
He feels the grip on his jaw tighten and Layle's tongue dips in again—Keiss gasps like he always does, and his sword calloused hand twitches underneath the fabric of Layle's shirt. There's a vibration in the Selkie's mouth, and a moronic sounding noise in the depths of the cavern as the blond tries to speak, inherently having forgotten that they were engaged in a practice commonly referred to as sucking face. He pulls his chin back slightly, and Keiss coughs, removing his right hand from the back of the Clavat's neck and using its backside to wipe his mouth.
"What?" Though the one worded fragment is traditionally a question, the way Keiss says it, it sounds more like an annoyed statement.
"You look beautiful?" There's laughter in the crystal bearer's voice, and Keiss can feel his red hair being pressed against the other's forehead as he closes in, crowding the Selkie against the rugged cavern wall. Keiss can hear the crashing noises of Convenant falls behind them. He huffs a sigh and bumps the blond's head back. Layle is quiet as Keiss makes to rest his face in the crook of the other's neck, using his hands to pull him into a proper hug.
"It's a wonder why you can't find a nice girl to settle down with," the redhead mutters, the static of the falls muting him out to the point he's surprised that Layle can even hear him.
There's a slight sound of shifting fabric as a back is once again pressed up against the rocks, and as Layle's surprisingly soft hands press against Keiss' stomach and slide upwards, rolling up his thin sweater. Keiss' stills himself, leaning against the rigid and solid surface, his palms pressed to the blond's shoulder blades, urging him closer as he closes his eyes.
He allows the quietest and lowest of moans slip out of his mouth as a Layle begins to speak hushed words into the cavern of his red tinged ear, his hands seeming to know just the right places to touch.
Keiss doesn't ask for more, and Layle doesn't try for more, even as his leg is pressed between the other's. They both know more would lead to physical evidence like hickeys and scratches; something to be seen by the naked eye, and something that can't be denied when the two finally leave this dimly lit place.
Layle lets out the shell of a breath as Keiss begins to press his lips up, down, and around his neck and jaw. "Yeah," he manages shakily, prying his sticky fingers from the Selkie's ribcage and using it to make it so the back of Keiss' head is resting gingerly against the cave's wall. Layle leans in and eases their foreheads together, staring at the other's face.
A dull shade of turquoise light colors its contours.
"It's a real wonder, isn't it?"
The words run dry as he cranes his neck and presses their lips together.