Star Warriors of the Dynasty Ocean

Description: Fayt and company check out a Gemity simulator that transports them to ancient China. Many, many pairings ensue. Rated T for implied sex. Do not proceed if you do not like male/male, threesomes, foursomes, and … yeah, well you've been warned.

Disclaimer: Star Ocean: Till the End of Time and its characters are the property of Square-Enix. Dynasty Warriors and its characters are the property of KOEI. The insanity in this fic is unfortunately all mine.

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Cliff

Cliff had found the perfect woman: beautiful, strong, and wearing next to nothing. He had her up against a wall, one hand supporting his weight, the other subtly - or at least he thought so - tracing the tattoos on her thigh.

"You know, you look like the kind of chick who keeps a whip or two in her boudoir."

"Three actually," she purred. "Are you interested in trying them out?"

"I could be."

Zhu Rong lifted a finger and slid it seductively down his cheek. "Then I'm sure my husband would be happy to oblige."

She grinned evilly as behind Cliff a deep voice bellowed, "Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing putting your hands all over my wife?"

Cliff turned to face the most massive man he had ever seen. "Great," he muttered. Then he cracked his knuckles, saying, "Well, guess I have to deal with this mess first."

Both men lowered into attack stances.

"Fiery tackle!" Cliff yelled. But he bounced off the giant's belly and landed several feet away. Cliff picked himself up and ignored Zhu Rong's smirk.

"Fists of fury!" he tried again. He stopped when he realized the Nanman king was laughing.

"Cut it out, that tickles!"

Cliff stepped back and regarded Meng Huo for several moments. Finally he shrugged and said, "Okay. You win. How about a truce, huh? Here, let me cook you up something to eat." He whipped out his traveling invention kit and soon had a nice spread of treats laid out.

"Hey," the big man said, wandering over, "this stuff looks good. All I'm ever allowed to eat is meat buns. What is this?"

"Super-sweet curry, cheap sashimi, and spicy cake."

Meng Huo took the entire spread and stuffed it into his mouth at once.

Under his breath, Cliff murmured, "3 … 2 … 1 …"

Meng Huo fell over with a crash.

Zhu Rong sidled up to Cliff and slid her arms around him. "So, you still interested in my whips? I'll show you my nice selection of throwing knives too if you like."

"Scaaary," Cliff commented, hooking his arm around her waist. "I like it."