Why You Don't Let Ocs Have A Camera
Chapter 4: Espionage and Spying
A/N: Hope you all like the story. I WOULDN'T KNOW BECAUSE YOU SLACKERS DO NOT REVIEW! ahem Anyway, here we go.
Damien: ... Her? Own Fire Emblem? Hah.
WARNING: This chappy has a graphic in a depiction of shonen-ai/softcore yaoi and it may disturb a few.
Camera turns on. It's that same inn room, with the swordmaster and the sage, apparently rather occupied with each other and not noticing the camera turning on and being focused on them. Lavender's still in drag, but now, stripped down to the skirt, which is now fallen down between his legs, revealing every inch of his legs, and either knee is on the swordmaster's hips, and Kana is currently on his hands and knees, both hands on the sage's shoulders, and he's preoccupied kissing Lavender's chest and neck.
"Uhn... K-Kana..." murmured the sage as Kana kissed along his jaw line before nibbling his ear, causing him to moan softly. Then he kissed the male again, and the kiss was extremely deep, and Kana removed a hand from the male's shoulder and ran it up Lavender's leg, slipping inside the sage's skirt, between his legs. Then the sage gasped out, quickly flushing. "Kana... You just... You finger is..."
"I'm getting you ready, Lavender... Does it hurt too bad?"
The sage gasped again and gripped strongly onto the swordmaster's shoulders, body shaking all over, and he replied, weakly, "Yes, Kana... It... It hurts too much!"
"Then we will wait..." the swordmaster whispered into his ear, removing his hand from between the sage's legs, softly kissing the sage on the mouth.
Cut to black.
Camera turns on. Apparently, the camera-myrmidon does not know what he got on film before this. Scene of them on the road again, Kana and Lavender are on a large roan horse nearby, Rose and Kirra are sharing a horse as usual, Laurel (helmet intact) is on his wyvern with two people behind the saddle, both yet to be introduced, and both dressed all in black. Zoom of the first one, revealing white-blonde hair and dark, stormy blue eyes, and more distinct clothing details, such as a cloak/cape, a black band of cloth holding his hair back, and a vest as opposed to a usual top. Apparently, this figure is an assassin. And so is the other one, that is revealed when the camera shifts to him, revealing, again, all black clothing, more covered this time, the cloak/cape, pitch black hair to his shoulders, and yes, he, also, is an assassin.
"Here, we see Arithny and Jaeger. Arithny's the blonde," camera shifts to the blonde, then forward, a lovely view of dark both hair and light blue cloth. "...And this is Talirei's back."
"Stop wasting film and battery, Klaei."
"Awe, you're so pissed today, Talirei."
"Probably because someone wouldn't let me sleep because he was playing with the long-distance record/not record long distance controller."
The myrmidon chuckled nervously, and nearby, Kana and Lavender looked at each other, the sage blushing quite darkly.
"I don't see," the nomadic trooper said, tapping the sides of the horse with his boots lightly, speeding up slightly, "why you even left the camera in those two's room anyway."
"Simple," he said, shifting the camera to the swordsman and the sage. "I wanted to monitor exactly what the new couple did all night."
A forceful jab to the poor horse's sides from Kana, and the mare that he shared with Lavender muscled her way out of sight amongst the others. In the corner of the camera lens, it was rather obvious that the nomadic trooper rolled his eyes.
"Oh! Talirei!"
"Yeah?"
"Aren't we supposed to be meeting one of Laurel's-" the camera shifted to the wyvern knight upon the blue wyvern again, "friends in the next town?"
"He is not," the wyvern rider stated, not looking back, "my friend. He is an ex-fang and one of my greatest enemies, we are not friends."
"Well, if we're meeting someone else," stated the camera-myrmidon, turning the camera towards him, smiling brightly, "then we better save film. This is Klaei, signing out!"
Cut to black.
There was then a scene of a forest somewhere, the thief of chapter twohaving apparently taken the camera with his thiefly ways. The scene was bouncing, showing the probably didn't know it was on, until he looked into the lens, blinked his light blue eyes, and propped it on his shoulder as he had seen Klaei do.
"Welcome to Thief-Cam! Today, we will spy on my personal love slave, Damien. Though that monk's my competition..."
The blonde muttered a bit under his breath and then snuck into the back of a tent, where then we would see the mercenary from chapter 1, Damien, lying asleep, on a thin blanket. The thief creeps over... and finds himself immediately flipped over on his back, the camera upside down.
"Damnit, Larx! You're not allowed in my damn tent!"
"Ow! But, Damien...!" the thief sat up, pointing a bit, before he pathedically crawled over. Damien huffed and lay down, not looking at the thief. The thief grinned a bit, and snuggled up to Damien. He then reached over and turned off the camera.
Cut to black.
Cut to scene of them in town, apparently it's almost evening. How many days passed are impossible to tell...
"Hey!" came the enraged voice of the camera myrmidon. And we see him inspecting the camera, or, rather, he see as he moves it around, making viewer get seasick. "Someone dropped it! Who had it last?"
"I do believe..." came the voice of the blonde thief from a short time ago, "that you did. Remember? Just yesterday you were out wasting film and you dropped it..."
"... I... did?" came the confused voice of the myrmidon as the camera turned to the thief, who was seated high in a tree, so we mostly got a look as his feet an his 'rump'. He leans over and grins, eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Of course you did!"
The camera moved up and down as the myrmidon shrugged, then turned the camera to where a large Pegasus with a black mane stood, and beside it, stood a male Pegasus knight, apparently, with the clothing modified to meet his masculine needs, as one might expect. Down to about his shoulder blades was a dark purple shade of hair, contrasting the white cloth nicely. Apparently sensing the camera on him, he turned his head, scowling, but revealing eyes as dark a purple as his hair.
"Fucker. Get that damn camera off me!" he exclaimed, turning away again.
The myrmidon rolled his eyes, before turning the camera around, over the camp.
"That was our newest addition, Kilian," he said, holding the camera out in front of himself. "...We also regret to inform that, as of now, we have lost a member of our band, our shaman has departed out merry little band," he said, leaning against a considerately placed tree. "Since it's been some time since I used this handy little camcorder, I'm gonna catch you all up on some of the goings-on. Kana and Lavender split recently. I checked the film and, well, our earlier evidence shows that did get busy when I loaned them my camera..." he shook his head. "Talikins and I are having a bit of a tussle and Damien and Larx are being tolerant and the little thief's been sneaking into his tent a lot recently. Personally, I think they've got something going on... not the point though! Laurel, you remember him? Well. He's been extremely antsy since Kilian showed up. They must be former lovers and they still have feelings for each other. We're also planning on having a big celebration for the turning from winter to spring, and that's guaranteed to be interesting. Well, we I guess I need to turn this camera off. We're starting to lose battery and--"
"Klaei? We need to talk, honestly..."
The camera was placed carefully in a tree branch, and the purple-haired myrmidon turned, and looked over at the approaching nomadic trooper. He was dismounted, and his bandanna was gone, as were his bow and arrows. He was frowning and seemed up set, and he was nervously fiddling with the hem of his robe-like garb.
"...What is it?" Klaei said, voice showing concern, buy having a slight monotone to it. He was knocked backwards slightly by the nomadic trooper embracing him tightly, holding him close in a protective fashion.
"I was stupid. Stupid! I said I didn't know if this was working out... I was an idiot to think I could go without you! Please! Forgive me for making a fool of--"
He was silenced by the myrmidon kissing him. Softly, but a kiss nonetheless. The Nomadic trooper readjusted his hands so he now held him around the waist, and Klaei listed his hands and placed them on his chest. The nomadic trooper nibbled at his lower lip slightly causing him to gaps a little, and Talirei immediately pressed his tongue into the myrmidon's mouth. Klaei's hands gripped tightly the blue fabric of his lover's robe-like garb, pressing his body closer to the nomadic trooper's. Talirei then broke the kiss for a moment, preoccupying himself with kissing along his jaw line and neck. The myrmidon tilted his head back, moaning slightly. One of the nomadic trooper's hands has slunk slightly lower, onto Klaei's 'rump', groping slightly and biting the tender skin of Klaei's neck at the same time, making the myrmidon moan.
Cut to black thanks to low battery.
Cut to scene of the camp.
"Larx! Edit that tape!" the first sound that reached the camera was the myrmidon's shrill voice as he tried to steal the camera away. Now, the view from the camera provided the information that it was somewhere in a tree. And the exclamation of the myrmidon provided the extra information; it was being held captive by the thief. Said thief laughed and looked into the lens of the camera.
"Now, now, Klaei...! Be nice! Ask...!" the thief taunted, then turned the camera lens back to the Myrmidon, who was glaring fiercely.
"Damnit, Larx, I'll fucking murder you!" the myrmidon said, drawing his killing edge. The thief just laughed heartily.
"Honestly, who's going to see it? We all know you two have sex. As stated earlier, you're not quiet about it..." he said.
"..." the myrmidon sheathed his sword and then moodily stomped off. The thief then looked back into the camera.
"Now. This is typical behavior... This is your handsome guide to the insane hotel, Larx, signing out!"
Cut to black.
A/N: WOW that took a long time to write. Well.. I updatedomg. .. Yeah... lea humor. More slash. Oh well, do I hear any complaints? Didn't think so.