Valentine's Day Special!

(Occurs within the timeframe of Prologue 3)

[Caution: Lemon near the end!]


February 14.

A day of celebration, one filled with love and budding romance. A day wherein couples, young and old, get to show their affection to their partners. It was a day filled with sweets and the scent of flowers, of expensive material gifts and precious immaterial moments. All around Eastern part of the world, people everywhere either enjoyed the day or cursed it.

In Japan, it was a day where the girls give gifts to those that have caught their eye. Now, gifts weren't limited to material possessions, of course not. Sometimes the girls give those who they liked tickets for an experience, like to an amusement park, or an invitation to a date. Most girls do this as their confession to their crushes, while others do this in order to get gifts during White Day.

For adults though...


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Ephraim had thought he escaped all the lovey-dovey mush when he clocked in for his night job.

"You are looking quite lovely this evening, my dear."

"Why thank you~"

He thought wrong.

Purple eyes glanced over to the few couples displaying their affection in the cocktail lounge, his practiced smile straining.

'This damn day was just an excuse for most of you fuckers to be as PDA as possible.'

Not that he wasn't jealous!

…Much.

The blonde continued to clean some of the leftover glasses from the previous bartender, taking note to ask the manager to give the guy a stern talking to later. Just because it was Valentines didn't mean he was allowed to slack off on his duties for a damn date.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

He paused and set the cup down, drying his hands on a spare towel before bringing his phone out from his pocket.

M.R.: Are you available tonight at 9?

M.R.: This is my last week of free time before I get back into the grind.

His lips curled as he formulated his response, finger dancing on the screen as he replied. He might need to ask his boss later if he could get off early. Some overtime in exchange would be a fine bargaining chip.

G.A. (You): Sure. The usual?

M.R.: …Today's special.

Purple eyes widened ever so slightly as he paused. She would be the first to…

'Hmm…'

G.A. (You): Hah, how selfish of you.

G.A. (You): Alright. I'll cancel the rest.

G.A. (You): Tonight, I'm all yours.

M.R.: Thank you so much, Graham!

"What's got you grinning, Aznable-san?"

The amused lilt of the woman's voice snapped him out of his staring, causing him to turn his head at the speaker.

"You got a hot date or something?" Chifuyu, in her disguise as 'Madoka', teased with a small smirk. This time, rather than a dress, she was wearing a business suit. It made her look more like someone up high in the managerial ladder of a high-profile company than a normal office lady.

Her words caused a mysterious smile to grace his lips, just as he turned around to serve her a drink.

"Something of the sort."


"Thank you for ordering from Pizza-Za!"

"No no, thank you for delivering the pizza so quickly…"

"It's a pleasure, ma'am!"

The door closed and Ryo breathed out a small sigh of relief. Valentines was one of the busier days he's experienced, with Christmas being the top most. Walking down the stairs of the apartment complex, he hurried his way back to his scooter, having already thought of the quickest way to his next delivery.

As he stepped out onto the sidewalk, he glanced around at the quiet suburban neighborhood he was in. He could see distant silhouettes of people walking around, often in pairs or in groups. The street lights illuminated the paths and roads rather well, but apparently for tonight, not enough to reveal said silhouettes.

'...Fucking anime bullshit.'

"Come on, girlie, just a smooch?"

"No!"

Immediately, he snapped his head over to the direction of the noise. It came from a cluster of houses that had rental signs before them a few streets down. More specifically, it came from an alley within that block.

"Aww come on! Don't be stubborn, it'll just be a small kiss! We'll 'protect' you from the tough guys around here, heheh…'

"Let go of me, you brutes!"

Shrugging his company jacket off, he placed it over his scooter and retrieved his helmet. With a grumble, he put it on and slid the reflective visor down to grant him both protection and anonymity. From a side-container of his scooter, he retrieved a flashlight that the company lent him for 'self-defense purposes'.

'This ain't the first time nor will it be the last…'

Left in a simple black shirt, jeans, and combat boots, he quickly made his way to the obvious harassment. The flashlight that he carried was weighty enough to be used as a weapon, but harmless-looking to not be questioned by the police in the event that he got caught with it. It was one of the loop-holes his company used just so their employees had a measure of safety and he admired them for it.

"Hold her down, she's resisting!"

"Stop! Help! HEL-Mmph!"

"Shut up, you bitch! You goddamn led us on the whole night! The least we can have is that fucking body of yours!"

With a click of his tongue, he turned the corner and shone his flashlight down the alleyway. 4 pairs of eyes looked over to him in shock and surprise before he twisted a small ring near the 'ON' button of his item.

FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

"ARGH, MY EYES!"

With a grin, Ryo stepped closer as the strobe-light effect of his flashlight stunned the 5 thugs that were holding the girl down. They backed away, covering their eyes, with each step of his and he stepped over what he recognized as a high-school girl, or a 'JK' if Ephraim or Davion were here.

"Get out of here, girl." The courier grumbled as one of the thugs fumbled around his thick jacket looking for something. "Call the police, I'll distract these morons! There's a konbini two streets over to the right of here, GO!"

The dark haired girl nodded fearfully as she quickly got up, hyperventilating and nearly stumbling as she ran out of the alley. In her wake were a few 10k yen bills, to which he scoffed at.

"You fucker!" A switchblade was pulled out as the same fumbling thug charged at him, covering his eyes with a sleeve.

Narrowing his own, Ryo side-stepped the clumsy charge before burying his gloved fist deep into the man's solar plexus. A wheezing cough escaped the thug's lips before his eyes rolled up and he laid on the ground in a dead splay with a heavy thud, the knife clattering away.

Turning his attention back to the other four, he glared at them as he held the flashlight in a reverse grip. His other hand, still curled into a fist, was held at the ready in case of any further aggression-

"F-Fuck this, man!" One of the thugs exclaimed as he turned tail and ran.

"My head..!" Another collapsed on their knees, the constant strobe light effect bringing a massive headache.

"There's only one of him, come on!"

"Yeah!"

'And two idiots…'

Bringing the free hand behind him and feigning grabbing something, a taser materialized in his grip. Bringing it out, the two prongs sparked and zapped with clear intent.

Crackle-Pop!


Crack-Pop!

"Aaah…"

Lowering his hand from his neck, he let out a low sigh as he did so. His muscles' aching was numbing down after he drank that Staminan Royale. The bruises underneath his shirt still throbbed with pain, but it was manageable. The bandage on his cheek was nothing new, save that it covered a cut instead of another bruise this time.

"Guess that'll be the last time I…" Davion muttered as the train jostled on its way to Shinagawa Station. The briefcase in his other hand felt heavier the longer he thought about his night job.

Participating in Fight Clubs was very lucrative, after all.

'Guess I'll hang up the mask for now…with Chifuyu and probably Tabane spying on me, I better not gain anymore attention…'

It felt wrong to just simply stop going into the ring after months of dominating match after match. Even when he had to tell his sponsor that he had to stop with the fights because 'someone had their eye on him', even when said sponsor sympathized and agreed, it felt wrong to simply leave his business unfinished.

Who was going to be the Pit King now that he's stepped down without a fight?

'At least Kazama-san and the gokudo under him were understanding.'

A twitch of movement further down the train car caught his attention, grey eyes looking over to see a girl of highschool age in a uniform.

'Uoooh! JK!' He turned his head as his interest was piqued, before his brows furrowed upon realizing as to why the girl twitched.

A businessman was sticking close to her, a rather nondescript looking man who looked quite tired this late at night. In his right hand, he held a briefcase not too dissimilar to his own. His other hand, however, was creeping up the girl's thigh.

They were surrounded by businessmen and women, all of them too tired to have noticed the molestation. The girl was fidgeting, gripping her handbag tightly as her brows furrowed and her lips pursed. She had blonde hair, pierced ears, and a rather attractive face and figure, a trait common in the JK-tag of the doujins he's read.

'Oh hell no.' He growled in his mind as he stood up from his seat. Immediately, the people around him noticed the jacketed teen with a facemask that had bandages peeking out. They stepped away from him, not even daring to take his seat as he towered over them in the train car.

"Excuse me." He rumbled as he stepped past nervous looking teens and men, his own brows furrowed in annoyance. It barely took him a few seconds to cross the whole car, and…

"Oi."

Both businessman and high-schooler turned their heads at him…and then up into his eyes.

Davion didn't smile, but he did show his teeth underneath the mask.

"I have a seat open for you, miss. You look quite…troubled it seems."

And yet, his grey eyes mirrored their intent clearly and dangerously.

The girl visibly gulped, blue contacts darting between the tall and muscled man and the businessman. Her eyes met his and…she understood.

"Y-Yes, I'll take it. Thank you." She muttered with her head low as she walked past the others to him.

Grinning briefly, Davion sent a glare at the molester as he leaned over and gripped his shoulder.

"Just be glad I haven't thrown you out of the train, pervert." He growled before he pulled away.

Turning around, he walked with the girl and helped her sit down at his seat. They were silent for a good few minutes, the train itself tense with quiet even as people stepped out at their stations. The muscled teen kept an eye on the molester, sending glares each time their eyes met.

"...Thank you…"

He didn't need to look at the girl to know that she was genuine in her distress.

"Don't mention it."

"No, really…thank you." The girl continued, her voice quiet and vulnerable. "It's…been a long day."

Grey eyed glanced over to her hunched form in slight worry. "Want to talk about it?"

"I…" She looked away, dyed bangs covering her eyes. "I don't want to burden you any further with my words…"

"You won't." He chuckled as an older man vacated the seat next to her. He helped him get up, and the man sent him a thankful smile and a pat on the back as he walked past. Sitting down, he leaned on his knees as the briefcase tangled on a finger between his legs. "It's still a while to Shinagawa, so I have some time."

The girl remained silent, her hands curling into fists on her lap before she used them to cover her face.

"I…it all started when my boyfriend cheated on me…"

'...Shit.'

"Today of all things…" The girl sobbed quietly. "Valentines..!"

'Double shit.'


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Ryo yawned as he unlocked the apartment door, noting the lights that haven't been turned on and the general silence of the 3LDK he shared with his fellow Outworlders. His mind shook off its faint fatigue as he looked around, narrowed eyes and sharpened sight trying to see if anything was disturbed while all of them were out.

Ephraim had said that Chifuyu visited him in his work. There was a good chance that it was all just coincidence but…

'In anime, coincidences don't exist in the first place.' The courier scoffed as he looked underneath their coffee table, momentarily rolling his eyes at the stack of model kits underneath. Seeing that there weren't any chips underneath and within the boxes, he put them back in place and headed over to the kitchen.

"Ephraim didn't even prepare coffee for me..!" He ground out with a twitching brow.

Click…

His hand darted to the pocket where he kept Gerbera Straight-

"I'm home…" Davion's tired voice was muffled as the door closed behind him. The older teen let loose a sigh of relief as he looked over his shoulder, spotting the jacket-clad teen collapsing on the couch with a low groan and a brief curse.

"The hell happened to you?" Ryo saw fit to ask as he opened the fridge, spotting the dinner their third roommate had cooked in advance for them in the morning. "Another tough match?"

"Nah, I pulled out." The younger teen set the briefcase on the table. "Didn't want Chifuyu or Tabane to get any leverage. I told Kazama-san about it and he let me go." He placed an arm over his eyes with another groan. "I had to stop a JK from being molested in the train on the way here though…aaaand then listen to her Valentine woes."

"Oof." The courier huffed in amusement as he took out the plates of katsudon and prepared them to be reheated in their oven. "Speaking of highschoolers, I had to save one from being…sexually assaulted."

"Did you beat the fuckers?"

"Yes, I did. Ditched them as soon as I did though, didn't want the cops to nab me."

Davion lifted his head, looking at him with a raised brow and a small frown. "Ephraim's out, isn't he?"

The green-eyed teen sighed, a sour expression twisting his face. "It's Valentines, of course he is."


Somewhere, in an apartment in Yokohama...

Creak...creak...creak..!

"I..! I'm cummi-!"

He muffled her lips with a kiss, their tongues dancing as her fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders. Her legs tightened their grip around his waist, just as he thrusted deep and hard into her, coating her womb with his seed.

"Mmmmh~!" The woman let out a loud moan as she came just a second later, her whole body shuddering under him.

Light brown eyes peeked out from heavy eyelids, gazing into half-lid green as they separated from their lip-lock. A thin strand of saliva connected their tongues as her ample chest heaved from all the passion in the past hour.

"Graham…" She cooed weakly, her dark brown hair was splayed out on the pillow behind her. Her shaking legs removed themselves from their lock around his waist but she slowly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. A low moan escaped her lips as he pulled out of her, the husky noise causing a surge of blood to flow downwards once more.

"Murrue…" Ephraim answered her call, mentally cringing for using the namesake of the mechanophile from Anno Domini.

Hey, Graham Aker was a Char Clone of sorts, wasn't he? That still falls under his purview!

Besides, he wasn't going to use his real name during his escort services. That would be idiotic.

"Stay the night..?" The mature woman cooed, slowly pulling him down for another kiss. He humored her wish for another lip-lock, a hand slowly kneading one of her breasts.

"You're insatiable~" He grinned once he pulled away, dodging her playful pecks as he went down to plant another hickey on her breasts. "But that's what I love about you~"

"Hah~!" She gasped when he took one of her erect nipples into his mouth. "Goodness, you really like my breasts huh~?"

Ephraim pulled away, licking his lips as he pushed himself off of her. A suave grin was on his lips as he pushed his bangs back. "I can't help myself~"

Murrue let out a low giggle as she looked over to the side, where her digital clock was displaying the time.

1:46 AM

"You still haven't answered my question…"

The blonde glanced at the clock and pursed his lips. "Valentines is over but I did say that I would be yours for the whole night…"

"Is that a yes~?"

Through the green contacts, his eyes conveyed their intent perfectly.

An excited squeal escaped her lips before he muffled them with his own, his hips slowly pushing his length into her eager folds once more. Her fingernails left another series of scratch marks on his back, shuddering as her whole body craved his attention again and again.

'You know, I don't really care how she's here or if she's just a lookalike but thank you, boss.' The Outworlder mused as they paused briefly. Her heavy gaze was locked on to him constantly as she shifted her position, wiggling her curvy cheeks as she gripped her bed's headboard. His lips curled in a salacious grin as he grabbed her hips roughly, thrusting into her once more. 'She's just as fucking hot as she was in SEED.'

"God, Graham, yes~!" Murrue moaned loudly as she threw her head back, sheer pleasure running up her spine as the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in her bedroom.

It was going to be another long night of passion…


AN:

Well, Happy Valentines to all of you! Hope you all enjoy all the chocolates and sweets that are either inflated in price or have been slash cut due to the holiday!

Me? Well, I get to spend my Valentines stuck at home, bloody itching all over because I'm apparently allergic to one of the meds I've recently taken. Hopefully it won't leave any scarring, but damn does it fucking itch.

Anyway, how did you like my first ever published lemon? I'm still leery of doing a full scene because I...tend to use repetitive words. I've been reading stories from accomplished smut writers to learn though, like GrandLeviathan, and lurking in sites such as Ao3 so I could note down how they write their scenes.

Had justify this story's M rating of course...

This is Cipher, resisting the urge to jump into a tub of acid, signing off!