Love Song
By Dixxy
"Could I Have This Kiss Forever?"
"Elliot. . . can you tell me where we are headed?" Glenn asked, letting his boyfriend drag him down the streets of Termina. Though Glenn was in slightly better physical shape than the other man, Elliot was (somehow) the faster runner, and Glenn was having trouble keeping up with him. It also didn't help that Elliot was leading him down unfamiliar roads and side streets – had it been a more familiar area, at least then Glenn could have easily run along side him. Furthermore, it was just after dusk and soon someone would be coming around to light the streetlights. Still, he felt as if Elliot were holding onto him as if he were a child with his favorite stuffed animal, the toy's limbs waving wildly behind as the child ran faster and faster.
It was the weekend, and therefore, no structured training was required of the Dragoons. Glenn had hoped he would get a chance to spend most of the day at least talking with Elliot, but the other knight had made himself scarce until late in the afternoon, when the strawberry blonde announced he had a surprise for his lover. Curious (and excited at the prospect of a surprise), Glenn followed without question.
"You'll see," he called over her shoulder. Elliot gave Glenn a wink, then continued running. Glenn groaned, but knew there was no use in arguing with Elliot. He had a way of being very persistent, especially when it came down to things he really liked. For the past week, Glenn knew that without a doubt he was at the top of Elliot's list of his absolute favorite things.
Glenn also rounded out slots two through twenty as well.
Not that Glenn minded too much – it was nice knowing he had someone to be involved with, even if it was a closely guarded secret. Neither of them wanted the whole world to know yet, but in a way that wasn't so bad. It added a sense of excitement to their relationship. Nothing they had done been normal – they'd only made love in the dragon stable's loft thanks to Elliot's stunt and had only taken the time to talk intimately in an unlocked pantry since then. Glenn disliked being unable to spend more time with Elliot, but for the time being they had no other choice. They were still too nervous, especially Glenn. The whole thing made him more than a little anxious.
Not that Elliot wasn't handsome – he was gorgeous! – but suddenly, Glenn found himself in a place he'd never found himself before. Last week he'd passed one of the last thresholds that marked the line between childhood and manhood, but sometimes he felt uneasy about it – particularly when Elliot wasn't around. Yet, when he was around, Glenn felt whole, as if his metamorphosis was making him a complete person.
He loved Elliot.
Over and over I look in your eyes
You are all I desire
You have captured me
None the less, Glenn frowned at the memory of the loft – or rather, the morning after. What had transpired that night was not a bad thing at all in Glenn's mind. That had been a wonderful experience and he had loved every minute of it. Elliot had been gentle with him, careful to move at Glenn's pace as to not hurt him or worse, and held him throughout the night.
However, things would have gone much smoother the following morning had Karsh of all people not discovered the dropped ladder and decided to investigate. What had ensued after he reached the top was several minutes of chaotic screams and panic that Glenn wasn't entirely sure he could remember most of. Somehow, though, Elliot was able to get him out of the loft and hidden from Karsh's view.
That had been Glenn's biggest moment of uncertainty, and where the rest of his uncertainty had most likely stemmed from. He'd been caught by one of his childhood friends – after all, Karsh was almost like another older brother to him – naked with another man. How was he going to ever face him again? Was Karsh going to tell Dario about it? Dario would KILL Elliot!
He was able to feel better after Elliot held him in their hiding place for close to an hour.
Their hiding place wasn't anything special – it was the brush behind the barn, a place they had been able to reach by some small miracle. It was frightening, though – both of them were still half-dressed and Glenn thought his sword might have still been in the loft. But hiding there with Elliot holding him tightly. . . well, that part wasn't so bad. He felt safe and secure there, and in a way, he didn't want that moment to end.
It came as no surprise when he and Elliot were called to Karsh's office (or rather, Karsh's bedroom – it wasn't exactly an office, per se) and confronted about their late night escapades. Glenn was sure Karsh was ready to chop Elliot's head off his shoulders for "taking his honor away from him", but that was before Zippa arrived with a basket of muffins for her "baked goods deprived son". Once she learned the situation (which was much to Glenn's horror), she began to verbally beat her son into the corner about berating Glenn and Elliot about their preferences (which was much to Glenn's delight).
Zippa then told Elliot to take good care of him and not to play too rough.
I want to hold you
I want to be close to you
I never want to let go
Glenn's attention was brought back to the present when they stopped at the front of an old apartment building in the downtown area. He looked around in curiosity – it wasn't an area he was very familiar with, as he had expected. "Elliot, where are we?" he asked innocently. Glenn knew he was more than capable of taking care of himself should something happen (he hadn't gotten into the Dragoons purely because of his father and brother – if anything he was certain Viper made his entrance exam harder), but he still felt uneasy at the sight of unfamiliar surroundings. "I am not afraid, but I dislike the unfamiliar area."
"It's just my apartment. I used to share it with my brother," Elliot said casually.
"Used to?" Glenn asked.
"Oh. He died in an accident a few years ago," Elliot said also casually.
Glenn paled. "Oh, that's awful! I'm so sorry I-"
Elliot laughed. "Don't worry about it – he died doing what he loved doing."
"Which was. . .?"
"Performing extremely dangerous circus acts involving fire, sharp objects dipped in Hydra Venom, and wild animals who haven't been fed in two days," said Elliot. He turned back to Glenn with a smile on his face. "I miss Kevin a lot, but when they were able to get to his body. . . well. . . what was left of it, anyways. . . he was smiling. He died happy, doing what he loved, and he'd be mad at me if I broke down and cried every time someone mentioned it. Besides, I haven't thought about him in a while – it's nice to think about him every so often so I don't forget him. Thanks, Glenn. I KNEW you seduced you for a reason, you sexy little temptation, you!"
Glenn still wasn't quite sure if Elliot felt that comfortable with his brother's death (and he wasn't quite sure he liked the nickname, either), but none the less, the strawberry blonde opened the front door without hesitation. Their hands still intertwined, Elliot began to lead him upstairs. "Not a lot of people live here – mostly dock workers and sailors, and you know how often they come around. Even when they do, there's an unspoken agreement here."
"Which is. . .?"
"Don't ask, don't tell," said Elliot. He snorted. "My brother and I used to hear some STRANGE sounds, but as long as we never asked, they were never explained. Quite frankly I don't want to know what some of those sounds were – I don't mind weird sex games but some of these guys have some very vivid imaginations that go into areas I don't even want to begin to explore. However, that also means if we make any loud noises no one will ask us and we won't have to tell anyone, either."
Glenn smirked. "Looking for THAT, are you?"
Elliot looked at him coyly. ". . . maybe."
I wish that this night would never end
I need to know
"Elliot, I know that there has been one thing you have been paying attention to all week – me, or rather, more specifically, my hips and more importantly my ass," said Glenn. Elliot grinned, turning his eyes sneakily back to Glenn. Glenn sighed. "All right, fine, I have been distracted during our drills this week as well."
"In other words I'm not the only horny one here – who knows, maybe I'll let you be on top sometime," Elliot said with a seductive wink. Glenn blushed wildly as his lover laughed. By this time they had reached the third landing, and Elliot proceeded to go down the hall. He began to scrounge through his pockets, searching for something. "My apartment's down here – I think you'll like it."
"Why would I not? Unless you are a slob I cannot see why I would dislike it."
"Oh trust me – it's not clean OFTEN. I'm not here very often anymore so I usually don't bother cleaning it," said Elliot, stopping before room 307. He produced a key, inserted it into the key hole, and gently unlocked the door. Before he opened the door, however, he took Glenn by surprise, throwing his hand over the teenager's eyes. Glenn let out a cry of surprise and Elliot opened the door and shuffled them bother inside, kicking the door shut behind him.
"Ell-i-ot!!!" Glenn said, batting at the offensive hands. "Quit it!"
"But you're so cute when you squirm!"
"Your apartment or not I will make sure you sleep on the couch!"
As Glenn planned, Elliot quickly let him go. Though they hadn't been together long, it was obvious which of the two would sleep on said couch whenever an argument arose, and his name was Elliot. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Glenn opened his eyes and gasped in amazement. Elliot grinned as he watched his lover take in the scenery. So, I guess this is why I have not seen Elliot all afternoon. Was he setting all this up? For me?
Could I hold you for a lifetime?
Could I look into your eyes?
Could I have this night to share this night together?
Could I hold you close beside me?
Could I hold you for all time?
Could I? Could I have this kiss forever. . .
"Oh Elliot, is this all for me?" Elliot grinned as Glenn tried to take it in. The apartment itself was plain, with brown wooden chairs and a tired looking blue couch sitting on a plain wooden floor surrounded by faded green walls. Here and there were a few photographs that showed Elliot standing with a man who, due to their similarity, Glenn guessed was Elliot's brother. The light wasn't very good, the view through the window was rather horrible (it faced another building), and he could somewhat hear the foghorns, a rather unpleasant sound.
What stunned Glenn was what Elliot had done to enhance the apartment. All around them were vases of bellflowers – Glenn guessed at least twelve dozen of the flowers were spread throughout five vases ranging greatly in size and shape. There was also a crude path of flower petals leading into another room, which Glenn couldn't see just yet. Where there were no vases or petals, there were candles – some short and fat, some tall and thin, all burning and leaving a scent of freshly baked sweets lingering in the air. Though the gesture was simple, Glenn didn't think Elliot could have done a better job with gold and jewels.
Over and over I've dreamed of this night
Now you're here by my side
You are next to me
I want to hold you and touch you and taste you
And make you want no one but me
Before he had a chance to say anything else, he felt Elliot scoop him up into his arms. Glenn yelped in surprise, but was still too stunned and touched to put up a sincere argument. "Elliot, I know how to walk," he said quietly. Elliot shook his head, and Glenn sighed, giving up. Whatever Elliot had planned, Glenn decided, he would play along with. Wrapping his arms around Elliot's neck for balance as the older man cradled him, Glenn started kissing him as he was carried into the other room.
Glenn wasn't very surprised to discover it was a bedroom, and done over with the same treatment Elliot had given the living room. However, there was one slight addition that made the young knight nearly go into shock when he saw them. Elliot gently laid him down on the bed, gingerly taking his hand and looking lovingly into his eyes.'
I wish that this night could never end
Oh baby please
"Satin sheets, Elliot?" Glenn asked in amazement as he ran his hand across the smooth, cool to the touch bedding. "Red, satin, sheets?!" Elliot nodded. "Elliot, that is. . . romantic and expensive! How can you afford them on a Dragoon's salary!? Satin is so expensive and hard to come by. . . Elliot, I love you and I appreciate the gesture but are you sure you can handle it?"
The strawberry blonde shrugged. "To be honest, I didn't run out and buy them for you in particular – my mom gave them to me as a gift one year for my birthday," he said. Elliot chuckled. "Haven't gotten a chance to use them yet. You see, satin sheets are VERY romantic, as you're already pointed out, and red is the color of passion and romance – as well as my innate color – but I wasn't going to use them for a one-night stand. I wanted to save it for something that was NOT a cheap fling. This, my love, is no one night stand." He took Glenn's hand, kissed it, and looked up at his lover for approval.
Glenn grinned. "You will want me between them on many repeated visits?"
Elliot forcefully – but not quite roughly- kissed him. "Yesh," he mumbled while still pressing his lips against his lover's. He straddled Glenn's waist and captured his wrists, pinning them to the bed. He playfully grinned at his captive. "One day, maybe they won't have to be visits."
"You want me to live with you?" Glenn asked in surprise.
"Would you?" asked Elliot, raising a curious eyebrow. "Not right now, but maybe in a few years, when we've had a chance to come out?" Glenn turned to his head to the side, blushing. "Is something wrong?" Glenn shook his head. "You aren't acting like it – what's going on through that pretty little head of yours?"
"It almost sounds like you want me to marry you," said Glenn. He laughed at his lover's confused expression. "Oh, I know it sounds weird but that is how you came off to me. But somehow I doubt that the shrine maidens will ever dub us husband and. . . husband, I guess."
"I'd like to marry you very much, but I can't because you aren't a woman. . . and besides, I think most wedding dresses would probably make you look fat," he said. Glenn glared at Elliot with indignity, but the glare was ignored. "You really are something else. Look at you." Elliot released Glenn's hands and gently began to trace over his chest, eliciting soft moans and shivers from the man below him. "Every muscle. . . every rib. . . every scar. . . it isn't an exact science but it's a perfect art."Could I hold you for a lifetime?
Could I look into your eyes?
Could I have this night to share this night together?
Could I hold you close beside me?
Could I hold you for all time?
Could I? Could I have this kiss forever?
Could I? Could I have this kiss forever? Forever. . .
"Elliot. . .""I love it when you say my name like that. . ." said Elliot. He grinned. "You act so tough when you're around other people, but I know it doesn't take that much to turn you into putty. And I LIKE playing with putty." Glenn laughed, gave the other man a wry grin, then surprised Elliot by flipping him over and pinning him to the bed. Elliot stared up at Glenn in shock when he found movement was futile. "When the hell did you suddenly get so aggressive?!"
Glenn gave Elliot a knowing wink. "Come now, love. Just because I play nice for you does not meant I do not know how to be naughty," he said. Elliot growled seductively, sitting up once Glenn released his wrists. The two sat up against the headboard of the bed. After kicking their boots off, Elliot pulled off his shirt and began to try and remove Glenn's.
"Elliot?" Glenn asked as the neck of the shirt was yanked over his head. Elliot looked at the younger man in welcome curiosity. "All of this is very nice, and I wanted to thank you. But. . . well, why are you doing all of this now? Is it simply a celebration of our. . . well. . . one week anniversary, I suppose. . . or something more? I feel like there is more here than meets the eye."
Elliot sighed, wrapping his arms around Glenn and resting his head against the soft tufts of platinum hair. "Well. . . it's actually an apology, if you want to know the truth, Glenn." Glenn pulled away to look at Elliot in surprise, wondering what the apology was all about.
"Is this because I thought you were stalking me? Elliot, I thought I forgave you for that already," Glenn said. He scratched his head. "You shouldn't worry about that – it was just a misunderstanding and if I was mad at you I wouldn't have slept with you! So what is the apology for?"
"Oh, it's not that at all!" Elliot said, patting Glenn on the head. The strawberry blonde pouted and sighed. "You see. . . I feel bad about it. You know, last week. The barn. . . shouldn't have happened. At least. . . well, no, it shouldn't have happened like that at all."
"What? What do you mean?" Glenn asked. "I do not understand."
I don't want any night to go by
Without you by my side
I just want all my days
Spent being next to you
Lived for just loving you
And baby, oh by the way
"Glenn, that was your first time! Your first time shouldn't have been in a smelly old barn and it's my fault that it happened that way! Hell, we even got busted by Karsh and could've gotten into huge trouble if his mom hadn't shown up! Your first time must have SUCKED!" Elliot said. He fell backwards onto the bed. "Even my first time was probably better than that. The guy had the decency to take me to an Inn before he tore off my pants and went at me like a cat in heat! I was just too impatient to do anything better for you! I should have stopped at the kissing and waited to take you back here or the Inn or something better than that place! You're never going to get a chance to loose your virginity again and I'm the one that spoiled it for you. It's supposed to be special. That's why I'm sorry."
Glenn pouted, then placed his forehead against Elliot's. The elder lover looked the other in the eyes, and saw sincerity in them. "I was impatient, too," said Glenn. And he laughed, rolling on top of Elliot. "But Elliot, it sounds to me like your first lover failed to give you a lot of time to think about it. Exactly what happened when YOU lost YOUR virginity? Did he hold you or caress you or kiss you or tell you he loved you like you did with me?"
Elliot laid where he was, thinking about what Glenn had said. No, the man hadn't said anything. He was quite sure he was half naked before the door was even closed, and the sex HAD been rough – not even so much as a drop of oil had been used to make it easier, either. And then the man left him in the middle of the night without even giving him a name to go with a less than memorable face. His cries had been those of pleasure, not love or even a hint of lusting.
"It wasn't even until I first laid eyes on you that I really thought of sex as an expression of love," Elliot said quietly. "I don't even remember what my first partner looked like, or even his name – if he even bothered to give it to me. But he bought me dinner and the room and-"
Glenn placed his finger to Elliot's lips. "But he never loved you like you loved me. He saw you as a thing, did he not? Just another bedtime playmate, only this one happened to be one who had never played the game before. Elliot, you may have made love to me in a barn but all that matters to me is that we MADE LOVE. Don't you get it, Elliot? I do not care where or when it happened – it WAS special. It was the first time I ever felt like someone could accept me for being attracted to other men. It was the first time anyone kissed me. It was the first time anyone touched me like that. Elliot. . . it would not have mattered to me if you had found the most luxurious bed in the world for us to make love in – those sheets, pillows, and piles of hay were heaven to me that night and I do not think I would have changed a thing. The most important thing I saw was you."
"Are you serious?"
"Why would I not be serious?" Glenn asked. He sighed. "Tell me, Elliot – how many pointless, loveless partners did you have sex with, anyways? And before you tell me some astronomical number, please give me a fair warning because if I faint dead away you will NOT be having any intimate amusement tonight."
"What's your idea of astronomical?"
Glenn twisted his face in thought. "Forty?"
Elliot burst out laughing. "I'm not even sure I've had sex forty TIMES, never mind with forty different partners!" he said. Glenn blushed. "Don't worry – you don't have the body of a virgin anymore but a lot of your thoughts are still VERY virginal. That was one of them. I've had about eight different sexual partners, seven of which mean nothing to me and number eight is you. I DO, however, know of men at the gay bays who claim to have been with as many as eighty men, but I doubt that."
"Eighty?"
"They shouldn't have been able to sit down if that was true."
"Why would they even-"
"I don't know, nor do I care." Elliot smiled, taking Glenn's hand. "Though that was not, by any means, my first lay. . . you're right – you're the first person I ever made love to," Elliot whispered. "Now, will you also be the second person I make love to?" Glenn leaned forward, catching Elliot's mouth with his own and entangling his arms with his lover's as the two began to roll with each other, happy to have one another
Could I hold you for a lifetime
Could I look into your eyes
Could I have this night to share this night together
Could I hold you close beside me
Could I hold you for all time
Could I, could I have this kiss forever?
Could I, could I have this kiss, forever, forever?
Yay, part two is done! Done, done, done!!!
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Now, I know many of you don't appreciate Ronin Warriors the way I do because you've never seen it or what not; well, what about The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time? You know, the best game ever released on the Nintendo 64? I'm now writing OoT fanfiction – I have a Malink bias, which is Link/Malon (kind of like the Kirge/Gleena/Janorris words we have here). The fic is entitled Beneath the Surface and is currently posted through the first chapter.
Because of the rating and 's default setting of not showing R fics unless you change them around, I knew I wasn't going to get a lot of reviews, but the ones I got were, as always, great. I really do enjoy hearing back from your guys and its one of the reasons I keep writing fanfics.
And lastly, in regards to this fic itself, I'm not EXACTLY sure how I'm going to handle the next chapter. I want to do at least two more, but some reason I'm inclined to add another part to make this a five-part story. My biggest issue is the next part, largely because it deals with the break-up (for those of you who are all gasp you didn't read Prisoners of War, which takes place AFTER they break up). Break-ups are difficult to write. So it'll be a while.
Uftaki: I'm glad you think it'll be interesting, and I'm happy you approved of my first "heavy" venture into yaoi. Personally, I don't think this is as heavy as it could be – then we would be getting into something far kinkier. I'm also happy you enjoyed Elliot's perspective – I really enjoy writing his character. He's very full of emotions and, if he were a real person or cartoon (or polygon character) he'd be very expressive as well. I love my side stories! They're very fun to write!
Dog collar: As far as other yaoi goes, this is mild, though definitely more in-depth than a shounen-ai piece – generally, shounen-ai is light puppy love type fluff between two boys – yaoi is when you begin getting into a much more sexual aspect of a relationship. This is where you begin to see lemons, too, but this isn't a lemon. But hey, compliments are always nice, too!
Tami: I haven't posted anything in a while, so that's probably my fault. Milestone? I don't know if I'd quite say that – my big milestones are when I begin writing for new fandoms, I'd say (like my Zelda fic). Yes, it's definitely not smut – not a big fan of that. Granted, I have no qualms about using a little bondage if a character (usually a male) is at the mercy of a female he doesn't particularly care for in a humorous aspect but that's about it. Oh, I know what you mean – the Ronin community is crawling with smutty, smutty yaoi, but it's not all smut. A lot of it is, true enough, but much of it is very well handled. Elliot probably will probably come off as much sweeter than his initial introduction as shown in POW, but this was a good way for me to explore the character and figure out exactly who he is.
Dixxy