A Lotus-Scented Breeze
Avina Garamond
Chapter 10 – The Betrayal
Nessus was growing agitated. Sephiroth had not been seen for three days without his harem boy in tow. And he was being tutored. On Saahalian belief! Saahalian belief was not the truth! Nessus fretted that Sephiroth would no longer believe in the Quarassiessian way of life. Then he realized... it just didn't matter at the moment. What Sephiroth believed now only endangered his Spirit.
Finally, he found Sephiroth alone.
"Would you like a massage, Your Highness?" he asked. Sephiroth looked at him, a bit surprised at the suggestion. He thought for a minute. He hadn't received a massage in a while...
"Alright," he said. Nessus led him to the bathing room and set up a table for Sephiroth to lay on. Sephiroth took his wrap off and lay down on the furs Nessus had spread onto the table. Nessus uncorked a bottle of oil and poured some of the sweet scented oil onto the small of Sephiroth's back. His fingers spread the oil bit by bit onto Sephiroth's upper back. Sephiroth relaxed under his touch. Nessus was his best servant and he felt a sudden flood of fondness towards him.
Nessus shifted slightly, hiding the dagger he had hidden in the folds of his clothes. He continued to massage Sephiroth, knowing that Sephiroth could fall asleep if he felt utterly relaxed.
Sephiroth closed his eyes. He didn't fall asleep; he was thinking about the pigeon that was to come back today with a reply from Ling Shi Wen. Nessus' fingers felt really nice on his back...
Nessus noted the closed eyes. Sephiroth would fall asleep soon. He continued to knead Sephiroth's back. Soon... soon... Sephiroth's breathing grew steadier and steadier. Nessus moved closer to him, bumping himself against the table. The dagger clicked softly against the stone.
Sephiroth's eyes flashed open. Nessus stepped away quickly.
"Your Highness?" he asked, worry plainly written on his face. Sephiroth sat up and grabbed Nessus' waist where a dagger would have been. There. He pulled it out.
"Nessus?" he asked, confused and hurt. Nessus went for the dagger but Sephiroth dodged him. He was quicker and more agile than his servant, and a swift punch left Nessus sprawled on the marble floor. Sephiroth bent down and took Nessus by his slave necklace and pinned him against the wall.
"Why, Nessus?" he asked.
"Because, Lucian offered me something I couldn't resist. You don't love me, Sephiroth! You said you did! You said I was unique!" he said, fighting. Sephiroth looked at him pitifully.
"I did love you Nessus. But... Nessus... Slave... I never said you were unique. I said you were a eunuch." Nessus looked at him, pleading for his life. A tear slipped out of Sephiroth's eye. Nessus... beloved Nessus tried to kill him. Killed Senay...
He thrust the dagger into Nessus' stomach.
"Good-bye, Nessus. I am only sorry your Spirit is no longer light enough to follow me into my Afterlife," he said. Nessus' face contorted in pain.
"My Spirit died a long time ago. You killed it. I only regret not killing yours," Nessus said. Sephiroth sliced his way through Nessus's stomach, gutting him. Blood sprayed across the floor and intestines fell on his feet. Sephiroth dropped the dagger. His Nessus... His beloved servant... dead.
He called the servants, turning his face into a stony mask.
"Clean this place up. Dump the body to crocodiles," he said. The servants looked at him in shock.
"Now!" Sephiroth yelled. The frightened servants did as bided while Sephiroth washed the blood from his legs carefully. Suddenly, his mind set on Vincent. He stood up abruptly and went to find him.
For the first time, Vincent actually walked through the gardens around the Palace unattended. The pigeons were supposed to be held around here and he wanted to see the if the pigeon returned. He wandered through the many palm trees and flowers. He saw several pools of water. The largest held the lotuses Quarassies was so famed with. He touched one gently. The petals were stiffer than he thought; he could tear one off and use it to scoop water. Maybe that was one of the reasons the lotus was praised here? One could use it to chirp water? He decided to try it.
He took the broke the stem off underwater and lifted the flower up. It was huge. He had picked one of the larger ones and he was able to hold it in two hands like he would a large bowl. He dunk the flower under the water, filling it. He took it out. He was right. The lotus held the water between its petals. It became quite heavy with the amount of water in it. Vincent drank out of the lotus, quenching his thirst. Quarassies made him feel very dehydrated sometimes. He poured the rest of the water onto a dry looking flower and held the lotus while he made his way to the pigeon cage.
He was delighted to see a pigeon at the top of the cage with a note attached to it leg. He whistled to it and it fluttered down to alight on the lotus. Vincent smiled at it and took the note off.
To His Royal Highness Prince Vincent
From Captain Ling Shi Wen
Sire, I am glad to hear you are well. However, the situation here has turned dire. Your brother has ordered us to get the front lines ready for attack. I am still loyal to my country but I not want blood shed to happen in Quarassies. I beg you to lead us, the front lines of the troops. I have found your Imperial armor and a gift from your Mother for you. Let us meet at the allotted time and discuss plans. I do not wish to fight Quarassies or Saahal. I have seen too much war in my time.
Vincent smiled, happy that his men thought so highly of him after these long years. He would make this right. He ran back into the palace happily. He had to show the letter to Sephiroth! He ran through the pool hall... right into Saran.
"You are not going to see His Highness like that," she stated, stamping her foot. "This time, you're going to him and you'll look so good he can't resist you."
"Saran! This is important! He has to see this letter!" he protested. He already realized that the girls had been waiting for him and that they were now blocking off his exits. Saran shook her head.
"You are going to be properly dressed at least. We dress our best for His Highness. You look like a rag doll. No wonder he doesn't like you as much."
"He likes me fine!" Vincent said. The girls came closer and he backed away into a corner.
"Hey!" he yelled as they started taking his clothes off. "No! Stop!" Ten minutes later he stood flustered in the middle of the pool hall. He was wearing a thin, silk robe embroidered with golden hieroglyphs pledging loyalty to the king. Saran explained to him that the hieroglyphs was a prayer and a song and an oath all in one, sung at Quarassiessian wedding ceremonies or simply by wooing couples.
"But if its a love song, why is it being used to get his lust?" Vincent questioned in dismay. The robe was shorter than usual and held by a thin sash. The sleeves were enormous however, being most of the lyrics or poem or whatever. And what was worse, they had not given him clothes to wear underneath. His hair was combed and let down and Saran tried to perfume Vincent while Vincent dodged.
"I don't want scented oil, damnit!" he finally said. "If he likes me, he can start liking me for me," he said. Saran gave up.
"Fine. Go give him your letter," she said. Vincent ran out, barefoot. He stopped, blushing and turned around to face the harem girls who giggled madly. He softly walked out of the pool hall, making sure the breeze of walking didn't flare the robe out and expose him to the world.
He found Sephiroth in his bedroom, standing in the middle regally and ordering a servant. The servant scurried away from him, frightened of his snappish mood.
"Your Highness?" Vincent asked, creeping up. What was wrong? Sephiroth turned to him. Vincent jumped. He ran up to Sephiroth, clutching his loose robe. Sephiroth sank to his knees and Vincent cradled his head in his arms.
"What's wrong? Sephiroth?" Vincent pleaded Sephiroth to explain the tears. Sephiroth pushed him away. Vincent fell back on a pile of furs and silks. Sephiroth leaned over him.
"I want you," he said. "I want to feel you. To touch you," he whispered. Vincent looked at him. What happened?
"Don't cry," he said, stroking Sephiroth's face. "Use me as you see fit."
"I just killed someone I love for years," Sephiroth said. "Forgive me, but I need you now," he said. He bent forward and kissed Vincent. Vincent's heart tore in two. He was a way of Sephiroth letting go? He kissed the man back. Fine. His devotion would not disappear. When did he get this devotion, he wasn't sure, but he knew that now, he belonged wholly to Sephiroth. Sephiroth sat up.
"Oil," he commanded. A servant brought him a glass bottle.
"Out." The servant disappeared. Sephiroth looked over Vincent's robe.
"Do you know what it says?" he asked. Vincent nodded.
"Do you believe in it?" Sephiroth asked. Vincent nodded.
"Take it off," Sephiroth said. Vincent lowered his eyes. He undid the sash and slipped his arms out of the sleeves. He lay naked on the open robe for Sephiroth to see and use. Sephiroth's fingers stroked paths on his body. Vincent shivered.
"Hold out your hands," Sephiroth requested. Vincent did so. Sephiroth poured some oil into them. He wetted his hands in the oil and set them on Vincent's chest and massaged small circles into it.
"Do that to me," he said. "It helps me relax." Vincent repeated the gesture. His slick fingers kneaded Sephiroth's muscles lightly. Sephiroth sighed, closing his eyes. Slowly, he quieted under Vincent's touch.
"Enough," he said softly. He untied the cloth around his waist. A tremor went throughout Vincent's body. This was going to happen. It really was. He watched Sephiroth's hands as they ghosted over his rigid penis, slicking it in oil. He watched the slick hands start stroking his own inner thighs. Vincent spread his legs a little to make it easier for Sephiroth to do what he wanted to do.
"Sephiroth? I... I don't know..." he started. Sephiroth hushed him.
"Relax," he said. He took one of his long, fingers, slick with oil and circled Vincent's entrance.
"Relax," he said again. "Any pain you feel will disappear soon enough." Vincent nodded and Sephiroth pushed his finger in. Vincent's breath hitched. It did not hurt, but it was uncomfortable. Nothing was supposed to be in there after all. Sephiroth pulled his finger in and out slowly, then added a second.
There was a slight twinge of pain as Vincent was stretched there. He couldn't get rid of the alien feeling the fingers caused. He let out a soft whimper.
"Relax," Sephiroth repeated. He shifted his fingers and curled them towards Vincent's belly. An electric shock went through Vincent and he bucked forward, a moan spilling from his lips.
"What?" he started to ask, confused. Sephiroth smiled.
"Shhh. Relax." Vincent tried a little, but his muscles didn't unclench, trapping Sephiroth's fingers inside him. Sephiroth stroked his sweet spot and Vincent bucked again with another moan.
"If you don't, this will really hurt," Sephiroth said. He poured more oil between his fingers and scissored them. Vincent whimpered pitifully. It hurt again and he tried to relax. He gasped as a third finger was squeezed in and choked.
"Sephiroth!" he cried out.
"Shhh, love. Just relax," Sephiroth said, pulling them back and forth. He made sure to touch Vincent's prostate to nullify the pain. Vincent alternated between soft little sobs and genuine moans. Sephiroth pulled his fingers out gently. He spread Vincent's legs farther and positioned himself carefully. He kissed Vincent' slips softly, and pushed in.
Vincent's arms gripped Sephiroth's chest and his nails clawed his back. It hurt so much!
"Relax, love. Please," Sephiroth whispered into his ear. Vincent tried. He really did. It hurt so damn much! Sephiroth couldn't move. Not without hurting Vincent. He kissed his face and stroked his belly, hoping to relax him.
"Shhh..." he crooned. It took a while, but Vincent opened up. Slowly, Sephiroth started moving. He kissed Vincent's eyelids tenderly, hoping to calm him down. Where was his...
It seemed as if Vincent was jolted by divine lightning, the way he jerked and cried out. Sephiroth smiled and aimed for the same place, causing Vincent to arch towards him.
"Sephiroth!" he cried out. Sephiroth silenced him with a passionate kiss. Vincent clumsily attempted to return it, through the jolts of numbing pleasure that passed through his body, and the moans that erupted from his mouth. He saw stars and was imagining a tree of lightning sneaking up his brain.
"Mmmfff!" he moaned against Sephiroth's lips as he thrust into him. His arms held Sephiroth tighter, nails digging deep into Sephiroth's skin. Sephiroth groaned. The pace was excruciatingly slow for him, but Vincent was so tight that it felt so... sinfully good. He even said a quick prayer in his mind, in case the pleasure was sinful and thrust into Vincent again.
Vincent bucked into Sephiroth's thrusts, impaling himself upon the swollen staff. He felt every motion magnified, felt every vein pulsate inside him. It was driving him mad, and the tears dripped from his eyes through the pleasure – the only indication pain still existed.
"Se-eph... iroth..." Vincent moaned out, pulling away from Sephiroth's kisses. His body felt heated, and he knew there was a flush on his cheeks. His stomach radiated warmth. He was going to cum. "I'm g-going to..."
"Hush," Sephiroth said. Vincent arched and moaned. His penis jumped and spasmed, spurting warm, sticky semen on his stomach. Sephiroth groaned. He had been jarred to a stop again as Vincent's muscles clenched around him, mid-thrust and squeezed. The contractions caused him to groan again, and he came as well, semen shooting into Vincent's sacred crevices. The contractions kept milking him until he turned completely flaccid. He slipped out of Vincent easily then.
Vincent looked at him, eyes open and clear, but blank. What was he supposed to do? Sephiroth chuckled and kissed him gently.
"You are beautiful," he said, stroking Vincent's hair. The sweaty strands clung to his hand and Vincent blushed. Sephiroth stood up, intent on getting a bath. Vincent winced. He could hardly move. He felt Sephiroth's hands slide under his back and under his knees and lift him up. He sighed and lay his head on Sephiroth's shoulder. He hurt... he lost his virginity...
But he felt great. And smiled.