Serendipity
Prologue
How had this happened again?
The rain had cast its presence over the city of Academia. The streets were awash with flooding water, the sound of puddles being splashed as citizens of the city ran for any sort of cover. With the streets almost becoming desolate, only two beings remained just a little out of sight.
It would be an understatement to say that the occurrence was not something that either of the two in question had ever thought to happen. The idea that such a thing would ever be thought into existence was already radical enough. But yet there it was happening in that very moment.
Wet kisses exchanged amidst the falling rain that cascaded over their bodies. Clothes clung to skin as that skin was felt with curious fingertips and an intense passion subtly starting to form in the moans that came with the meeting of lips.
Hips rubbed against one another to make a sensation that was too surreal, it was almost like a weakness. The raindrops only continued in a harsher descent, the ground slowly building with another layer of water. That hardly averted the one known as Noel Kreiss from continuing his dominance over the esteemed Academy leader better known as Hope Estheim.
They had simply been walking down the street. It had been like any other day when the two time travelers had decided to pay a visit to that part of the timeline. And yet even as they exited the shops and began to head back to the building where their comrades awaited them, something had been different.
The subtle touches, the passing glances. The way their smiles were reaching their eyes. The calling of one another's name either accidentally or casually slipping it into the conversation. It certainly hadn't been something that was planned, but it had escalated.
The conversation had been something as simple as their next destination. A break was needed for the two travelers, especially after having to deal with another series of grueling fights. The idea to head to Serendipity for a few days had been Serah's idea, to which, the hunter really couldn't refuse. She was obviously called Meanie Miss Farron for a reason, and not getting her way was definitely one of them.
But just as Hope had heard the idea, he felt a certain rush of uncertainty. It was the oddest thing, and to not know why he suddenly felt that at the mentioning of her going with him to such a place. And then it all made sense.
As Noel just happened a glance over at the silver-haired man in that precise moment-he could sense that lapse of uncertainty in the split second that it had come to pass.
And that was when the rain started.
That was when an arm had been grabbed.
And that was when the nearby alleyway had been occupied by both men.
That was when those tan hands pushed the perfectly-suited body of Hope Estheim against the wall.
And that was when Noel Kreiss mercilessly began kissing the lips of the man whom he had just gotten a strange and sudden need of expressing himself to.
After all, he had never been good at holding back.