Never Again
By: Kuroi Neko-kun
Summary: After the Liberation War, Clive never expected to see a certain elf again, especially at another war.
Disclaimer: Konami has copyrighted Suikoden. (Sticks out tongue) Tbbt!
Warning: Slash. Yaoi. Call it whatever you want. Basically, male-male relationship. And I don't care if it's between a man and an elf! It's a strange pairing, I know.
A/N: Set in Suikoden II. Why? Because I just started playing Suikoden III. Yes, I'm slow but you can't blame me, the Playstation Two set is expensive!! I thought about this while I was replaying Suikoden II and my party included Clive and Stallion. Heck, my final party included Clive and Stallion. Irony of it all is that in Suikoden I, I never used these two but I liked them so much I used them in Suikoden II. And I tried countless times to do the Clive quest but failed. This came up when I did the Radat scene. Please don't flame me.
Notes:
Hero's name: Riou
Company name: Dunan
Castle name: Jiyuu (It means Freedom in
Japanese)
Clive's Rune: He doesn't have one
Stallion's Rune: Wind (Other than the one he already has)
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Chapter 1
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His vision was blurry as he slowly focused it. He heard murmurings, soft spoken words. He opened his eyes to find himself in a room. His sense of smell was the first to pick up the strong smell of medicine in the room. He closed his eyes back before groaning. His head spun. The shot of pain to his chest reminded him of what happened. His humiliation… He had faced off with Elza and she won because his gun refused to fire. Why Storm?
"Sir Clive." He turned his attention to the soft spoken voice. The small boy looked at him back. "Welcome back to consciousness," he said. Clive could only grunt before he stared at the ceiling.
"Doctor Huan will be with you shortly," Tuta announced before leaving him on his own. Clive had not been known to be a talkative one and he was thankful of that. He waited for the doctor while he lay there deep in his thoughts.
"You're still on that mad search, gunner?" His eyes shot open at the familiarity of the voice. That same teasing voice he had not heard three years before. He looked up to see the smirking elf in front of him.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. He was expecting Lord Riou to check up on him. The least of it all was this elf.
"I heard from the grapevine that a gunner was shot in Radat while chasing after a skirt. I figured as much it would be you," he said offhandedly.
"Damn you, elf," Clive muttered as he tried to get up. He only got pushed back by the elf again.
"Hey, you're still hurt. Stop and heal first before you get yourself killed again," he pointed out. Clive knew he was hiding the concern in his voice.
"I never thought I'd hear those words coming out from your mouth, Stallion," Clive said with a laugh. Stallion only gave a cheeky grin and leaned closer to Clive.
"I never thought I'd see you again, Clive," he whispered in a voice that Clive only heard once in his life and he remembered it so well.
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He knew he shouldn't be here. He never liked being in crowds. He never liked parties. But he couldn't get out of it. After all, he was flanked by two knights, a swordsman and a crazy bear man. Viktor placed another pint in front of him.
"Drink, gunner!" he said in a merry voice," Tomorrow is a war!" Clive couldn't help but grasp the drink. He had heard that Viktor had destroyed a vampire that had done something to cause the usually lighthearted fool to seriousness. He didn't know the details but he knew that the same fool got captured. Their poor leader had to break into Kasim Hazil's fortress to rescue this fool and the person he was helping. What do I know? Clive thought, I'm new here anyway. Now the fool was going to break into a drinking song and he hoped that he wasn't dragged into it.
"Sir Clive! Your mouth seemed to be wedged shut! Loosen up!" said Pahn from the other end before he joined in the song. Clive couldn't help groaning.
"I apologize if this is too much for you," Flik said as he took a sip of his beer," Viktor is on the prime of new life and he's celebrating it. There's no stopping him."
"Sir Flik," Clive said before draining his beer," This isn't too much." Flik laughed as he raised his drink.
"Then don't look like a dwarf with a pole in his ass!" Alen and Grenseal raised their drinks as well.
"Here, here!" they chorused.
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Half an hour later, Clive decided to leave the merrymaking. He claimed that he needed sleep and thanked the Great Runes that he was new. No one would have known that he never sleeps.
"I'd thought you would have drunk yourself to the ground, human." Clive looked up, his hand already trained on his gun as he turned to the speaker. His eyes only fell to something he thought was captivatingly beautiful. He relaxed, recognizing that this one was one of Lord Mcdohl's recruits.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked.
"Why? You've never heard of me?" Whatever this one was, he seemed really shocked.
"I've never even seen your kind in my life," Clive said.
"Then your life, like your eyes, are short," he shot back," I am Stallion, one of the fastest elves in the country. Actually, I am the only elf that could run that fast." Clive snorted. This elf was so full of himself.
"My life maybe short but my eyes are trained to see far, elf. And with my gun, I can put a bullet in your head, no matter how fast you run," he retorted with a smirk.
"I highly doubt it, Clive," he said. Clive stood there slightly shocked that the elf knew his name. And the elf could only smirk.
"Pick up your jaw, gunner. I know everyone here. And I've seen you dozens of times," he said. Clvie blinked. He had never seen this elf before but he knew Clive.
"What do you gain from seeing me?"
"I don't just see, I watch. And I watched you. I know you never sleep so why lie about it?" The gunner felt for his gun again, suddenly feeling insecure. This elf is psychotic, he thought. Stallion just took a slow step towards the gunner who made no move. When the blue haired elf was in front of him, he felt hands touch the one on his gun. Clive couldn't help notice that the elf was really beautiful, even if he was a male elf. Like he cared…
"My gain, human?" he whispered," Do you really want to know?" The elf's breath must have some magical powers because Clive found himself paralyzed.
Yes, Clive, magic. Not the fact that you want to know. His thoughts betrayed him. Stallion inched closer, pressing his lips onto Clive's. The gunner had never felt such an intense kiss before. He felt himself shuddering as Stallion moved in, claiming his mouth. Lean arms pushed him to the nearest wall. Stallion was taking advantage of his paralysis as his hands snaked up under his armor, searching for a latch to just release them from off Clive as the elf left a trail of hot kisses down his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Stalion had apparently given up taking off the top part of his armor. His hands were digging into his pants. He seemed glad when he felt the erection that formed for him.
"E...Elf…" he managed out, not able to think as much as speaking," We can't… Not here…"
"Okay then," Stallion said before he swept Clive off his feet. The gunner was shocked at the elf's strength. Stallion was scrawny but he still managed to lift Clive, armor and all, and still run as fast as the wind.
"Pick up your jaw, gunner," Stallion said as he noticed Clive's astonishment, "I maybe a small elf but we're stronger than you think. Don't judge books by the plain cover they wear."
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Never in his life he had ever screamed so loud but as the blonde gunner worked his way with him, Stallion had never felt so… elated. Clive rolled off him and lay next to him on the bed. He softly caressed his cheek before kissing Stallion on the forehead. The elf smiled.
"You must be a witch in disguise, gunner," he said.
"My skills at magic are about as sharp as a ball," Clive pointed out," But I appreciate a compliment."
"Of all the times I've watched you, you've never been the one to talk a lot," Stallion said. Clive let a smirk creep to his features.
"I let my actions speak for me."
"I just found that out, I suppose," said the elf as he shifted to be closer to Clive. The gunner slowly took the elf into his arms, appreciating the warmth. A few minutes later, he thought the elf was asleep.
"Clive?" He looked down, staring into Stallion's blue eyes again. "Why did you join this war?" That was a question that none had asked him but this elf, the one that watched him from afar, finally did. Somehow Clive believed that the reason Stallion had asked this was not out of curiosity but out of concern.
"I am searching for someone, a woman, who had betrayed my guild," he answered." I hope to find her in the midst of this war."
"And after you find her?"
"I'll probably return to my guild."
"Oh," said the elf in a new voice that Clive had never heard. But it made him feel guilty all the same. "And if you don't?"
"I'll search for her until I do," he said.
"You're mad," the elf commented. Clive believed that it was true.
"Then what's your reason, elf?" There was a pause. One that Clive didn't need explaining. Stallion just placed his head on Clive's chest.
"I hope to find a cure," he whispered. Clive furrowed his brow.
"To what?" he asked. There was no answer. All he heard was Stallion's soft snores.
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Stallion woke up when lips brushed against his. He opened his eyes to find Clive who was already dressed. He half-expected the gunner to leave before day broke so he couldn't help feeling touched by the fact that he was still in his room.
"Welcome to the new day," he greeted.
"I was hoping to be welcomed differently," Stallion said cheekily as he sat up. Clive smirked before pressing his lips against the elf's. As he broke the kiss, he left Stallion slightly flustered.
"You're not fast in the morning, aren't you?"
"I still managed to strip you in record time, Clive," he pointed out as he got out of bed and grabbed his pants.
"We have to hasten," he said," Mathiu wants a word with all of us before we head to Shasarazade." Stallion smirked as he buttoned his shirt, already fully dressed.
"Haste? You are talking to me, aren't you?"
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"Ah, Sir Clive," Doctor Huan said as he came in," Tuta told me that you've awoken." The doctor came up to them before turning to Stallion and handed him a package.
"Sir Stallion. I apologize for making you wait so long but I thank you for running this minuscule errand for me," he said, "But it is important that the child who needs it get it right away. Lord Riou said that you are the right person for the job. You are the fastest man in the castle."
"Don't praise him too much, doctor," Clive spoke," It'll go to his head." Stallion placed one hand on his hip.
"Clive, a man such as yourself wouldn't understand quality like the good doctor here," he retorted," I'll get this to Radat." At that, the elf left the room, leaving Clive to the doctor.
"Conceited elf," he muttered before shaking his head, glad that nothing has changed. Doctor Huan chuckled.
"You sound like you know him personally, Sir Clive." Clive looked at the doctor before nodding.
"In a way, yes I do." You really don't know how personally I knew him.
"Both of you were part of the Liberation War in Toran, right?" he asked as motioned for Clive to sit up and turn around. Clive did so before nodding again.
"I've guessed that much. I've seen the camaraderie between the people who've fought in those wars," he said as he took off Clive's bandages," I mean Flik and Viktor for example… And Luc and Futch. I've never seen that magician talk as much as a word to me but since Futch arrived he had been shooting remarks at the boy all day. Even Sasuke has joined the fun." Clive didn't know anything about Flik and Viktor but he knew there was something going on between those two boys. Whoever this Sasuke is either he's into their bandwagon or he's an oblivious kid. He smirked.
"When you fight side by side in a war, I guess it makes you bonded," the doctor continued. Clive didn't say anything but he had a knowing smile on his face.
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To Be Continued
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