Hiya o/

Got obsessed with this idea - probably because it reminds me of the first book I ever read out of my free will, falling in love with reading in general, and with romance in specific [Honest Illusions by Nora Roberts *the title / wink-wink*]

This one is not going to be a long one, I think - so far I plan to do a chapter per expansion (~hopefully~) before going back to SIAW.

And yeah... if you're squeamish about incest - this one is NOT for you [it is NOT REAL, mind you, but still...]


T'meto stared at her mate and husband, T'kirh Tia with her green eyes open veeery wide, and her eyebrows near her hairline. She instinctively tightened her arms around their newborn daughter, Surr, trying to find words to his… announcement, while trying not to stare at the small kit he just brought to their small cottage.

She always knew that her mate was of… impulsive sort, but this… this was beyond ridiculous!

"Let me get this straight, Kirh…" she said finally, only a babe in her arms stopping her from pinching the bridge of her nose. "You kidnapped this kit… and want to rise it as ours…?"

T'kirh run his hand over his inky-black hair nervously, his dark-purple eyes staring at her with uncertainty, while his long, fluffy black tail whipped behind him with agitation.

"Sort of…" he said quietly, looking down at the kit at his side, which made her look as well, frowning slightly with surprise at the sight of mismatched, red, and cyan, eyes watching her with surprising seriousness from under a mop of fiery red hair. The boy was absolutely adorable, though obviously very nervous as he wrapped his tiny arms tightly around her mate's leg, stealing quick glances around the room, his ears lowered considerably against his head and tail flicking slightly, nervously. Her heart absolutely melted, and she struggled to keep on a stern expression. "You see, Meto, when I arrived in Old Sharlayan… Azeyma, they had this boy there completely alone! Without parents or a tribe! That can't stand!"

She frowned, pursing her lips, and lifted one hand to brush back a strand of pearly-white locks that tickled her cheek. She knew that ever since her mate find out that she was with child, his protective instinct kicked into over-drive something fierce – it was a part of a reason why she was almost glad when the opportunity to kind of… get him away for a bit, by the trip to the city of scholars, presented itself and she insisted he go. Of course at the time she had no idea she'll go into labor early… or that he'll come back with an extra… baggage.

"So you what… just kidnapped him?" she dead-panned with a roll of her eyes. "Kirh, what if there was a reason why he was there alone?"

"What reason can be good enough to explain it, though?" he frowned as well, folding his arms across his chest and with a glint of that characteristic fierce determination in his eyes when he raised his chin stubbornly. Knowing him as she did… she knew there won't be reasoning with him once he set his mind on something. She really hoped their daughter doesn't inherit that specific trait. "He's five at most! Not to mention that they treated him… poorly. Some nonsense about how his eyes are strange! City of scholars, my ass!" he grumbled under his nose, his eyes narrowing with fury and jaw clenched tight.

She tried, really hard, not to let her lips twitch with amusement, but she suspected her ears betrayed her anyway, seeing him relax slightly and utter a quiet sigh as he dropped his arms, pressing a hand on top of a mop of red hair delicately.

"So… I took him off their hands," he finished with a nonchalant shrug as if that was a normal thing to do! He was really ridiculous sometimes! "Since they didn't seem to want him, anyway, I figured our own kit can use an older brother. By the way… can I now hold her?" he asked with raised eyebrows and a pout… Pout! Twelve, she loved that man! Even if he was acting insane sometimes… like kidnapping kits!

T'meto sighed patiently, then moved closer, handing over their kit carefully into its father's arms, and smiling tenderly, if a bit involuntary at his awed and reverent expression as he gazed at the tiny, sleeping face. Her arms freed, she kneeled and looked carefully into huge, mismatched eyes staring at her shyly from under red fringe.

"Hi," she said, trying to make her voice soft and delicate to not make the boy even more nervous than he seemingly already was. It wasn't his fault she married a man with absolutely insane ideas! "I'm T'meto… What is your name?"

He looked down on the floor, tightening his arms around her mate's leg as dark blush spilled over his round cheeks. Gods, so cute! She knew what her mate did was wrong… but she was already halfway in love! Maybe it was her maternal instinct kicking into overdrive as well… but she absolutely was dying to pull the boy in her arms and hug the hell out of him!

"G-G'raha Tia," he finally whispered shyly, without looking up at her.

She frowned slightly, looking up at her mate.

"G tribe?" she asked softly, pursing her lips. He just shrugged helplessly, clearly too busy now cooing at the tiny kit in his arms. She bit back a laugh, instead focusing on the boy again.

They both came to Eorzea from T tribe, leaving it behind when T'kirh reached the age when Tia's were expected to either leave or fight for the position of the Nunh. Since they fell in love with each other as barely kits… he was not interested in the position. Neither was she in staying there without him. They basically snuck out under the cover of the night and never looked back, settling down eventually in Limsa Lominsa, a pirate city where people didn't tend to ask too many questions about where others came from.

But she never heard of the G tribe, she thought, regarding the boy with curiosity. It had to be one of the small, isolated ones. Why sent away a kit, though…? And alone? She only knew the rules that applied to their tribe, true… but it really didn't make sense.

"G'raha, hmm?" she hummed with a delicate smile, trying to get the kit to relax as he peered at her with uncertainty. "Do you know why you were there… alone?"

He looked away again, but not before she saw a glint of tears in the big eyes, as he murmured something so quiet even her sharp hearing couldn't pick it up.

T'meto sighed, then put her finger gently under the boy's chin and brought his gaze back to hers, her heart squeezing painfully at the sight of tears in the corners of mismatched eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't hear that well," she said softly, trying not to scare or distress him even more. "Can you repeat?"

"C..cause… no one…" he stammered, and her heart dropped, seeing the amount of pain and misery that should never appear on such a young face. "…wants me… c-cause… my eyes… are weird."

She struggled to keep on a soft expression, even as a furious growl tried to build up in the back of her throat. She heard some could be… superstitious with such things. She peeked quickly at their tiny daughter, her jaw tightening involuntarily. But to send away your own baby because of the color of their eyes…? Oh, now she really understand why her husband did what he did.

She sighed, pushing back her fury as she forced her lips to tilt into another delicate smile, looking at the boy again.

"Your eyes are absolutely beautiful, G'raha," she said softly, raising her hand to smooth it across his hair tenderly. Her heart was breaking when he looked at her with surprise and uncertainty as if he never experienced a gentle gesture like that. Or at least didn't remember it.

Whoever was his mother… she would eviscerate the bitch if she could! There was not a reason important enough in the world to make your own kit feel like he's unwanted!

She looked up at her mate again, meeting his gaze and seeing the same fury in the depths of his purple eyes as she now felt seething in her own heart. Seeing a tiny smirk tilt his lips when he felt it. He knew already she would never let the boy go back to the place where they made him feel like that.

"Is there a chance they'll come looking for him?" she asked quietly, raising her eyebrows.

"I don't believe so," T'kirh answered with a slight frown. "But anyway dropping the tribe letter from his name would be for the best. Not like they deserve his commitment anyway."

She simply nodded, looking at the boy again and smiling brightly in shy, red-cyan eyes.

"Well… we want you, Raha," she said softly, still delicately petting red hair. Her heart broke again when he closed his eyes, tilting his head into the caress and slow, uncertain purr rumbling in his throat as a slightly dazed expression overtook his features. "So from now on you'll be our son," she said seriously, looking up and locking her gaze with her mate's. Sharing wide, mischievous grins. "Now, baby, let go of your papa's leg and let us introduce you to your little sister," she pulled her hand back, smiling into stunned, mismatched eyes when they shot wide open in surprise.

He was so young… As Kirh said, five-year-old at most. She hoped he will forget about his experiences up to this point. She knew not one of their neighbors will ask questions about the boy's sudden appearance. And if someone does… well, it'll be easy enough to come up with a story about why they adopted an orphaned kit.

She kept on an easy grin when he complied, looking between them with heartbreaking uncertainty. T'kirh chuckled, kneeling next to him and putting their daughter on a level where the boy could easily see her tiny face.

"This is Surr," her mate said with such reverence in his low voice, smiling at the boy. "From now on she'll be your little sister, Raha. It'll be your task to protect her."

Mismatched eyes seemed mesmerized as they focused on a tiny face, and T'meto's grin widened at the expression of awe on his features when he lifted his hand and touched her daughter's cheek delicately.

"She's so… pretty," the boy whispered softly, stealing another piece of her heart in the process. She couldn't help but ruffle the red hair delicately, smiling fondly at his surprised look.


Raha felt a ferocious grin stretch his lips as nose snapped under his fist, blood spilling from it as his victim whined from pain.

He tightened his other hand in the collar of the boy's shirt, raising him slightly as he narrowed his mismatched eyes.

"Not so tough now, are you?" he drawled through his teeth, giving the best imitation of his father's stern tone he could manage. The boy in his grip, slightly younger than him Huyr with a mop of brown hair and blue eyes (one of which was already swelling beautifully, if he could say so himself), a son of one of their neighbors, whimpered, opening his mouth to say something… but Raha just slammed his fist into boy's face again, before dropping him carelessly to the ground. Towering over him when he rested his bruised hands against his hips and glared. "If I ever see you picking on my sister again, you'll end up much worse!"

He turned around with a huff, and stretched his arm out toward tiny, sniffing ten-year-old Miqo'te with long pearly-white locks and huge dark-purple eyes, peering at him with uncertainty.

"Come on, Surr," he forced his voice to soften considerably. "We're going home. Mom will have something for your knee."

"O-okay," she whispered and grabbed his hand, still sniffing as she hugged her rag-doll against her chest. He sighed, seeing her limp slightly, and tossed another glare at the sniveling boy behind him. Then he kneeled and motioned for her to climb on his back. She did so without a word of protest, hugging her free arm tight around his throat. He put his arms under her legs and straightened, soon heading down one of the spiraling paths of Limsa Lominsa. "A-are you mad, Raha?" she whispered softly against his neck.

"Not at you," he said with another sigh, his hands clenching involuntary into fists again.

He was running with some other boys his age, playing chase, when he spotted his sister on one of the lower platforms with that boy, clearly crying her heart out as the asshole kept her doll out of her reach, taunting her to jump for it. He saw red when she fell and scratched her knee before he could reach them, which brought along his swift and merciless retribution.

No one bullied his sister and get away with that!

"Thank you," she said with another sniffle, hugging her arm tightly around his throat and burying her nose against his neck. "For getting my… doll back."

"There's no reason to thank me, Surr," he sighed. "But we will have to tell dad about this."

"N-no!" she whimpered, coiling around his back tightly. "Raha, no! He will never let me go out again!"

"You shouldn't be going out on your own anyway," he said patiently, turning into another corridor. "It's not safe for little girls to wander the streets, Surr."

"I wasn't alone!" she whined petulantly and he stilled, looking at her over his shoulder. "I wasn't! But other girls run away when he… he grabbed my doll."

"Some friends they are then!" he snapped… and wilted when her huge eyes filled with tears. Gods, he couldn't stand it when she cried. "I'm sorry, Surr, please don't cry… I didn't mean to raise my voice."

"I-it's okay," she sniffed, looking away from his gaze and completely miserable. "Y-you're right, anyway. They just… just left me! And I was so… so s-scared, Raha. But if we tell papa, you know… know he'll get veeery mad. I don't want to be… stuck at home for the rest of my life!" she said dramatically and his lips twitched involuntarily.

He sighed and resumed his march toward their home.

"It won't be that bad," he assured fervently, seriously hoping he was right. Dad did have a tendency to… overreact sometimes.

"If you say so," she sighed softly, resting her cheek against his neck. "But… I'm glad you came, Raha," she added softly, nuzzling against his skin.

"That's my job," he grinned, tightening his arms around her legs.

She was his to protect… now and always.

He almost stumbled, blinking hard as a wave of strange, hot feeling filled his chest till it almost felt like it'll burst.


At fifteen, Surr was sick.

Sick and twisted, and an awful person overall!

"Twelve, Surr…" one of her friends, Mithra, a tall Elzen girl her age, with short blond hair and amused green eyes, giggled, leaning toward her as they sat on one of the benches surrounding the Maelstrom's training area. "Your brother is so handsome!"

She knew… even though she shouldn't. She shouldn't notice how beautiful was his face, or how his mismatched eyes lit up with amusement as he stood a way off from them, in the center of the training area, chatting easily with his friends… and with his shirt off, holding it in one hand while the other was busy with his bow. She dropped her gaze with difficulty to the blue carbuncle curled in her lap, petting its stripped back delicately while she swallowed thickly.

She was sick and twisted, that's all!

She loved her brother… too much. Not the way she should!

"Hey, Surr," she heard his low, soothing voice suddenly right above her and her gaze shoot up. She tried really hard not to blush… or drool at the sight of the expense of beautiful, tanned skin. Twelve… someone kill her! "Hold my shirt, okay? It's way too hot," he sighed, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the material before tossing it into her lap with an easy smirk. Her carbuncle didn't protest, just chirping softly before she lifted the shirt of him, tossing her brother a narrowed stare... trying anyway.

"O-okay," she hoped her blush can be attributed to the heat of the day as well, fighting with herself not to bring the material higher and bury her nose in it.

God, his smell… like cinnamon and almonds, so delicious…

"Good luck, Raha," she said, struggling to plaster a grin on her face. Blinking hard when something… strange flashed in his eyes just for a second before he turned around and went back to his friends without a word.

Girls around her, silent till now, started to giggle and whisper between each other; her ears twitching and lowering as they discussed his looks… some burning feeling filled her chest as her hands fisted in the material of his shirt as her unseeing eyes focused on it.

She wanted… to tear them apart for looking at him like that! He was… hers!

Gods, she was so sick and twisted!

"Surr, are you okay?" asked Mithra, a frown on her face when Miqo'te peered at her, trying to mask her turmoil with a smile.

"Never better," she said, turning her gaze back toward the field. Trying to look anywhere but at her brother… and failing miserably.


Right before her sixteen birthday, Surr first time brought home a boyfriend. It ended badly.

Raha was quite surprised at the strange satisfaction blooming in his chest when their dad clearly hated young Keeper of the Moon, Esu'ir, at the first sight.

He more than agreed. Not only because T'kirh was an infallible authority in his eyes, either. He hated the look in his brown eyes when the boy was looking at his sister. Esu'ir was seventeen, and Raha knew enough about boys that age to bristle all the way through veeery uncomfortable dinner.

And when sometime after it, he went out to join his friends at a party in Drowning Wench and stumbled upon Keeper right outside the tavern making out with a girl he recognized from Surr's group of friends… well, he taught the boy proper manners with unyielding enthusiasm he was quite known for.

To his surprise she didn't seem broken-hearted when he broke the news after getting home… only the girl he caught with the Keeper starting the next day sported a quite formidable black eye.


"You're Surr?" asked a shy voice and she frowned, lifting her gaze from the book about arcana in her lap. She had an exam coming up in the Arcanist Guild, so she excused herself from her friends and settled with her book and carbuncle curled in her lap on one of the least visited platforms of the city. It was one of her favorite places in Limsa, but only a few knew of it.

"Yeah?" she frowned, looking at the older Hyur girl who looked quite nervous as she wrung her hands together. "Can I help you?"

She thought that the girl looked familiar, but it still took her a moment to remember seeing her in a group of Raha's friends on more than one occasion. If she wasn't wrong, she was a twin sister of Arnis, the boy she meet at her house more than once.

"I'm Marie," the girl introduced herself with a slight, polite bow, and Surr's eyebrows shot up at the display. "I have a question if you have a moment?"

Oh, boy… here we go again…

Surr closed her book and tried not to roll her eyes. She had pretty good suspicion of what was it about, and it wasn't a first, and she was sure not the last time, she was approached like that.

Which didn't change the fact that instant, a hot wave of jealousy squeezed her chest.

She was sick and twisted… she was! But it didn't change the fact that this girl could at least dream of her brother without shame and guilt tearing on her insides. Unlike Surr.

"Let me guess…" she said with a dead-pan note to her voice. "You want to know how to get Raha's attention?"

"How…?" Marie startled, her eyes shooting wide open and mouth slightly agape as she backed away a step.

"I get that at least twice a week at this point," she sighed, petting stripped back of her carbuncle and smiling when it chirped softly at the attention. She took a deep breath and looked into the girl's eyes, getting ready to recite a well-used lie. "Listen… Marie, just forget it. He's not very open about it, but Raha's taken. You do best to move on."

"Taken?" gasped Hyur, with obvious disappointment on her face. Not that Surr blamed her… or really felt bad about it. She really dreaded the day when her brother brings home a girl.

She better than anyone knew her own impulsive nature. Knew her own obsession with him. When she could think clearly, she almost felt sorry for any of his hypothetical girlfriends. They for sure won't have it easy.

"Yeah," she nodded sagely, with an innocent expression. "He has a girlfriend in Ul'dah, from when he practiced there… She's very beautiful and rich, not to mention jealous! As I said… you do better to move on," she advised with a smile.

"But… but I love him!" the girl gasped, clearly miserable.

Okay… now she did feel a little… bad. Even more than a little… Maybe… it was time to give up her… obsession.

She did want him to be happy. She loved him too much to wish anything else. He was beautiful, smart, good, and honorable, and deserved only the best… She just couldn't help but want him.

Surr knew she didn't deserve him, and there was just no way that he'll ever see her the same way… Won't ever feel about her as she did about him.

She was the one who was sick and twisted, not her beautiful Raha.

"Okay…" she sighed with resignation, then petted the bench next to her meaningfully. "If you're determined enough to win him over… I may give you some advice about what he likes."

"Thank you!" Marie grinned, sitting next to her.

Surr plastered a grin on her face even as her heart was breaking.


Her good intentions lasted for a few bells. Until the same evening, she caught her brother's intent, narrowed stare and with shock recognized hot, unfamiliar emotion in the depths of his mismatched eyes as they focused on her mouth while she licked her fingers after spilling some sauce.

It was… lust.

Pure, undiluted lust as his nostrils flared delicately and his beautiful lips parted around a tiny gasp before he caught himself and looked away with a guilty expression and dark blush.

Surr froze for just a second while her heart went completely insane.

He wanted her.

And was clearly as torn about it as she was about wanting him.

Her mind spun, and she spend the rest of the dinner in a daze, avoiding looking into anyone's eyes. Their mom even said something jokingly about her unusual silence, but she blew it off using her upcoming exam as the excuse.

Even as she climbed up on her bed and listened as he settled on the bed below hers, her heart was still pounding furiously and she was nearly dizzy, as her insides quivered with raw need.

Raha wanted her… as she wanted him.

He was as sick and twisted as her.

She tried to relax and fall asleep, but after two bells of turning from side to side, and biting back whimpers as her body begged for him… she gave up, closing her eyes for a moment as her jaw tightened with fierce determination.

She wanted him. For years… And now she knew he wanted her, too. They're both going to hell…may as well at least well earn it!

He was asleep when she crawled into his bed like she used to do when she was little and woke up from a nightmare. Darkness in their room wasn't an obstacle for her feline eyes while she hovered above him, watching his relaxed, beautiful face before her eyes narrowed intently on his gorgeous lips.

If she was going to one of the seven hells for wanting him… she at least wanted to know if he tasted as good as he smelled, she thought in a daze while his delicious scent invaded her nose and filled her ears with hiss and static.

She took a deep breath, and before she could chicken out, she leaned in, pressing her lips against his slightly parted ones, plunging her tongue in his mouth and whimpering when his taste, so mind-boggling delicious filled her senses. So good… so much better than she could ever imagine… And when he startled, twitching under her and less than half-awake returned her kiss with a low, helpless groan she almost expired as pure lust filled and clouded her mind.

He was hers… Only hers, she thought dazedly as she sank her fingers in his hair and fisted them, tilting his head and devouring his mouth, swallowing his breathless whines and whimpers as she rocked against him, moaning into his mouth as his cock, so hard and hot rubbed between her legs, only his shorts in the way as she was insane enough that she left her nightclothes on her bed, before attempting this.

"Surr…" he choked out between rough breaths when they broke for air, his eyes so stunned and desperate at the same time. "This is… wrong," yet he arched under her with a quiet whine, gasping desperately as she kept rolling her hips against him.

"I know," she whimpered, yet she couldn't stop, couldn't think as heat coiled low in her belly and she shuddered and shook, mewling breathlessly as she rested her forehead against his shoulder when pressure grew unbearable. She wanted… needed… Twelve, please… " Raha… Raha, please…"

He snarled, then her world spun and she was suddenly under him, now his mouth devouring hers and stealing her breath and mind. She clawed at his back desperately, mindlessly trying to pull him even closer as she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, rocking against him, dying to relieve the painful pressure in her body.

Still, she gasped with surprise when his cock pushed inside her; she arched with a breathless moan, even a sudden spike of pain unable to shake her out of a daze while his head dropped against her shoulder. His choked whimper set her senses on fire as she dug her heels into his backside and ground against him hard, losing her mind when he filled her completely. Twelve, so good, so perfect… how could this be wrong…?

She didn't care, couldn't care as soon he rocked into her, putting his arm under her head and biting down on his forearm to stifle his growls and whimpers. She followed suit, putting her hand in her mouth and biting down on it as breathless whines bubbled up in her throat. They rocked against each other desperately, pressure in her body building up and up till she was sure she'll pass out, whimpering under each hard thrust, nails of her free hand scoring across his back as she tried to find purchase, drowning in the sensations.

She finally snapped, arching and her hand barely able to contain her scream as her mind and body exploded with pleasure, her senses reeling as waves of heat rolled through her relentlessly, leaving her gasping and shaking when Raha stilled, gasping and whining helplessly around his arm as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside her, filling her to brim. He fell into her open arms with a choked groan, and she relished in feeling how he shuddered against her.

She couldn't help herself but purr with elation while she dragged her hands across his back affectionately, spreading soft bites and kisses across his throat and shoulder, nuzzling against his skin while her tail wrapped around him possessively.

He was hers!

"This is… wrong, Surr," he said quietly against her throat, with a tremor in his low voice. "Wrong. It can't… can't happen again."

"O-okay," she whispered back softly, soothingly, even as a sly, mischievous smirk tilted her lips.


The next day he realized his mistake. No matter what she thought, he wasn't naive and knew too well her mischievous nature.

When you told Surr she couldn't have or do something, her determination only grew that much fiercer.

And no matter how much he pretended and convinced himself otherwise, something wild and primal at the back of his mind was choking him with the need to purr at her advances.

Even if he nearly expired out of embarrassment and lust when she grabbed his crotch under the table during breakfast, while keeping a completely sweet and innocent expression on her face. While chatting easily with their mother, she sneaked her hand under the waistband of his pants and wrapped her fingers around his dick, pumping gently and making him almost lose it instantly.

He glared daggers at her smirk, struggling really hard not to let anything show in his expression, though it cost him dearly.

When their parents left them, dad for work and mom for the market, he snapped, pushing insufferable tease face-first into the table and fucking her senseless.

Afterward, while she giggled breathlessly and purred with satisfaction, he swore this was the last time.

Predictably… that promise didn't last.


T'meto hummed to herself when she left their cottage with a big basket by her hip, intending to hang the laundry in the back garden.

She smiled spying her kids against the wall of the house, whispering about something fervently, and was about to call Surr to help her, when her jaw dropped… as her daughter wrapped her arms around her son's neck and pulled him in a heated, passionate kiss. Her eyes grew huge when Raha didn't protest, instead returning it, pinning Surr against the wall with a loud growl.

Oh…

Her hand shot up to cover her mouth… and stifle her giggle while she backpedaled hastily. She left the basket by the door and went inside, trying to hold back her elation.

She couldn't imagine anyone better for her beautiful daughter than the boy they raised.

Then it was high time to break the news about Raha's origins, she thought with amusement.

Not that she could blame them, really… Kirh is going to blow up! Though, as she knew him… not for reasons they probably thought. She could already hear him bragging about finding the perfect match for their daughter way ahead of time.

Her mate adored their boy, after all! And if he really becomes their son… that's only a reason to celebrate.

Still, she hoped her mate agrees to wait for their kids to come forward themselves… to not ruin their fun at sneaking around. She knew from experience how exciting that was.


He was going to hell. He wasn't sure to which one yet… but he was.

Raha closed his eyes, putting his forearm over them and he tried to relax even as his tail thumped against the edge of his bed with agitation.

"Raha, are you asleep?" he heard the voice of the reason for the turmoil tearing at his soul and he didn't need to look to know she peeked at him over the edge of her bed above him. "Raha?"

"No," he rasped, then cleared his throat. "Something's wrong, Surr?"

His heart pounded furiously when he heard her move, but he refused to look or move even when she crawled into the bed next to him… like she used to do when they were little… when everything was so much… simpler.

Before… before…

"Need you," she whispered softly, running her fingers delicately across his bare stomach and he couldn't help how his muscles quivered under her touch or how his breath sped up instantly as his blood turned to lava and shot south.

"Surr…" he growled, finally pulling his arm back and turning to his side, looking at her with a frown.

She smirked at him, laughter dancing in her dark-purple eyes as she lifted her hand and sink her fingers in his hair, fisting them roughly… knowing too well by now what effect she had on him.

She was seventeen and he was twenty-two… and no matter how much he knew how… sick it was… they've been lovers for a year now. No matter how much each time he promised himself it was the last… No matter if he tried to run from it…

A little bit over half a year ago their parents sat them down and with such earnest, guilty expressions explained to them that no, they're not really related by blood. They told them a story about how Raha came to be in their care… and he could be only thankful for his father's impulsive nature. It was at least a more sensible explanation for his so different coloring than one he was used to hearing through the years (he always thought that it was weird that he looked so much different than them, but settled with the story that he inherited looks after mom's father). He assured them then that they were still his parents in his eyes. He dreaded the thought of how would his life look if dad didn't decide to 'kidnap' him.

Throughout the whole conversation, he struggled not to look at his 'little sister'. Later that night she giggled madly about it as she rode his cock, digging her nails in his back harshly and whispering about how then what they've been doing wasn't so wrong, after all. He couldn't say he agreed… but he was still too obsessed with her to argue.

He always loved her, he knew that, but he wasn't even sure when his feelings changed. When his eyes would start to tend to lock on her pretty mouth, drown in the depths of her eyes. He just knew that while other boys started to see girls as more than an annoyance, start to chase after them… he was never interested. At times he would even think there was something… wrong with him, but it wasn't much more than a passing thought.

Then Surr finished sixteen years, soon after hit puberty and her smell changed… And Twelve, but then he really thought that there was something really, really wrong with him! He would catch himself staring at her… more like his eyes following her with a predatory kind of focus, scold himself in thought and leave the house for a day or two, staying at his friend's place and trying to get himself in order… but then it would happen all over again, and he was going mad!

Finally, she noticed it at some point… how could she not…? But to his utter shock, she didn't call him a monster as he thought he deserved! No, instead she just crawled into his bed one night, and before he could really understand what happened before he could protest as he knew he should… She was kissing him and he drowned in her taste, his mind spinning as her citrus smell filled his lungs and head. He knew how wrong it was… but still couldn't help himself but press her down into the mattress and take her, both of them losing their virginity that insane night.

He was beyond mortified afterward… he was, but each time she would sneak into his bed… each time she would grab his hand and lead him somewhere private… he couldn't stop himself. Couldn't stop her.

So, yeah… he was surely going straight to one of the seven hells.

"Thinking again about how you're going to hell?" she whispered softly with amusement, then pushed on his chest, and even though he knew how wrong it was… he rolled to his back obediently, soon arching with a breathless whimper when she climbed on top of him, impaling herself on his dick without a preamble.

He sat up, coiling his arms tight around her and feeling as she coiled around him possessively in turn. He shuddered, burying his face against her throat, his heart pounding furiously and head swimming as her smell filled it.

"I love you," he couldn't help but whimper, closing his eyes tight when she smoothed her hands soothingly across his back, nuzzled against his throat and shoulder, spreading soft, loving kisses and bites across his skin.

"I love you too, Raha, more than anything," she whispered, then started to rock against him, lifting her arm and biting on it to stifle her moans.

So soon dazed by pleasure, he leaned back, his hands clenching around her hips and pulling her back on his flesh when she lifted, resting his head against her shoulder and biting down his own moans as she moved over him, stealing his mind and reason.

She was his… his to protect, to love… no matter how wrong it felt sometimes.

She came with a choked whine around her skin, and he twisted around, pressing her into the mattress as he pounded into her roughly, biting down on his hand to stifle his growls and whimpers while she clawed at his back, coiling her legs around him possessively and rocking against his thrusts desperately. Soon her hot, tight cunt spasmed around his dick again and he moved, slanting his mouth over hers just in time to swallow her scream, shuddering and gasping into her mouth as his peek rolled through him relentlessly.

After a long moment, he sagged on top of her, bracing his weight on his elbows around her, and burying his face in her shoulder.

"Few more moons, Raha," she whispered against his shoulder, nipping on his skin gently while she smoothed her hands across his back affectionately. He shuddered, closing his eyes and curling into her… knowing what she meant. "Just a bit longer, my beautiful."

"Can't wait," he whispered back, then kissed her shoulder delicately… trying to ignore how his teeth were itching to bite down and claim her.

Not yet…

"Me too," she sighed, and when she pulled on his hair he lifted above her and met her kiss halfway, their quiet, content purrs mixing on their tongues.


Their plans changed once Scions came around and she discovered she had Echo. She was glad at their's father's dismal to Y'shtola's offer at first, still hoping they can just leave and finally be together openly. That she'll be finally free to show her love in public.

Even if they weren't as worried about their parents' reaction after their revelation, to people in Limsa they were siblings.

Then she noticed Raha's fascination with the Scions, smiling at the thought of how he always loved stories of heroic deeds and great adventures… And she set an ultimatum before older Seeker. She wouldn't leave without her older brother, she said… knowing that her papa will agree if he knew she would be well protected. Well cared for.

At the time it seemed like a great idea to get out faster… and by the glint in mismatched eyes, while she explained to their parents that she had a responsibility to the world because of her… gift, she knew Raha saw right through her, as always.

Their first night at the Waking Sands, they mated, finally away from their dad's inquisitive eyes. There was no way he wouldn't notice something was up if they did it earlier… or so they thought. She still had a pretty good suspicion that their dad somehow knew anyway, no matter how great they thought they'd been at sneaking around… or maybe that was just her over-reactive imagination.

For her, it was enough that Raha shuddered in terror at the idea of their's dad finding out about them. She was of an opinion that dad should be glad she loved someone like Raha… but she also shivered at the idea of him ever finding out that she was barely sixteen when she seduced her brother.

She didn't think that pointing out that she inherited his impulsive nature would do her much good then.

Anyway, while training and later working for Scions, they were still stuck sneaking around. But at least Minfilia didn't mind letting them always be together.

Later discovering that dream she had years ago about Mothercrystal meant she was Warrior of Light, didn't really faze her much. With their soul-bond assuring that Raha shared her… gifts, she was just happy to be able to always be at his side. After defeating Ifrit they were both hailed Warriors to her mate's obvious discomfort… but she took it with a shrug.

The whole big mess of their clash with the Empire was just a huge headache in her opinion. Yes, she broke down briefly when Livia and her troops raided Waking Sands, and she mourned their murdered comrades… but she buried it under the need for retribution, sensing the same in her mate's soul.

So after much struggle, they exacted their revenge on Livia, then van Belsar and Lahabrea… somehow even managing to save Thancred and the others on the way.

As Seventh Astral Era was ushered over Eorzea by the city-state's leaders, Surr was beyond fed up at that point.

She just wanted to be able to be with her mate openly, dammit!

But with Scions around again, and not to mention them being hailed heroes across the lands… it was proving to be difficult.

And then a mysterious stranger right outside the doors to their new headquarters invited them to take a look at the expedition into Crystal Tower…


Surr stared with wide-open eyes as the huge, crystal gate closed with a loud bang echoing across all of Mor Dhona, trying not to cringe as it made her ears fall flat against her head. She felt her tail wave with agitation as she frowned slightly and bit her lip, looking behind her shoulder.

"She seemed to be really… mighty pissed off, don't you think, Raha?" she asked her mate with raised eyebrows, leaning slightly against him, almost imperceptibly as she was way too aware of the presence of Cid… who like so many others still regarded them as siblings.

He lowered his gaze from the crystal gate at her… and her heart stuttered to a stop for a second at the sight of both of his eyes being crimson now. She thought it'll be a while before she get used to that… and that he was somehow even more beautiful with them.

"She was, yeah…" he hummed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Then her heart started to pound furiously and she blinked with surprise when he pulled her against his chest, burying his face against her throat, and nuzzling against her skin affectionately. "But… I couldn't…"

With a bit of uncertainty, but secretly beyond elated, she wound her arms tightly around his neck, smoothing her hands soothingly over his head.

"Way I see it…" she giggled, rubbing her chin against his shoulder. "She had no reason to get so pissed! Maybe you've been a bit… rude to toss her over your shoulder like that and drag her out kicking and screaming out of the World of Darkness, Raha… But seriously, to shut the door in our faces…?"

"Tower needs a keeper," he whispered against her neck, coiling his arms around her so tight she could barely breathe.

"Huh?" she frowned slightly, then sighed patiently when he didn't elaborate, instead seemingly content to hug the living daylights out of her. "Well… anyway, we should get going. It was all fun and stuff, but we gotta be in Ul'dah before evening.

"Yeah…" he sighed, straightening and to her surprise he framed her face with his palms and rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. She remained motionless, even though she could feel others staring. "I want to stop, Surr. Stop hiding. I love you, more than anything. Always did, always will."

She melted, and resting her hands in turn against his cheeks, she tilted her head and pulled him down, claiming his lips roughly even as her ears twitched at the stunned gasps around them.

"I thought you'll never ask," she whispered against his lips after a moment, smiling brightly when his eyes opened and she could feel his love and elation at her easy acceptance. "I love you, too, Raha. Always and forever."

"Good," he sighed, going back to nuzzling at her throat. "But after we're done in Ul'dah… you're telling dad."

She cackled madly, wrapping her arms tight around his neck again. Twelve, how she loved him!

"O-okay," she finally choked out, between deep gulps of breath. "What don't you do for love, right?"


Before they split, Raha spotted darkened alley in Ul'dah on their way toward the Chamber of Rule, and pulled his mate into it, pinning her against the wall.

"Huh?" she hummed before wrapping her arms around his neck tightly and sighing when he claimed her pretty lips. Soon they were both purring with bliss as they kissed, just enjoying each other for a long moment.

Though she didn't realize that, he knew how close they came to being separated. As much as he felt guilty for what he did to Unei… and understood her resentment, Surr was always his first priority.

His love, his mate… and hopefully soon his wife.

He was so tired of hiding, and only wished to claim her in front of the entire world… even if the thought of their dad's anger or worse… disappointment, still terrified him.

He finally broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers with a quiet sigh.

"I'll see you later?" she whispered softly, smoothing her hands across his shoulders.

"Mhmm," he agreed, leaning away and brushing her hair back gently with a smile. "Hopefully it won't take long. After the morning we had… I'm exhausted."

"Yeah," she sighed with a slight pout. "Really regret now promising Minfilia that we will show up. But do let me know what Sultana wanted?"

"You can still join me," he said, then laughed quietly when she rolled her eyes theatrically.

"I'll pass," she pursed her lips, then wiggled her eyebrows meaningfully. "You're much better at dealing with… royalty, Raha. You always had waaay better manners than me," she admitted sheepishly.

"You're just too… impatient, my love," he chuckled, nuzzling his cheek against hers tenderly.

"Mhm," she giggled, returning the affectionate gesture with a quiet purr. "But then, after the banquet… let's get away for a bit before we tell our parents?"

"Chickening out already?" he laughed and kissed her again. "But that…" he whispered against her lips. "…sounds marvelous. Any ideas?"

"Costa del Sol," she said immediately with a smirk, then coiled around him tightly, possessively, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I'm dying for some warmth and sunlight, Raha… Not to mention I do think fondly of our… last visit."

He buried his face against her throat with a quiet growl as a wave of heat rolled through his body. He did, too…

They managed to slip away for Moonfire Faire not too long ago, and spend the whole day frolicking like kits… elated at the anonymousness that the crowd granted them… to later make love under the starlit skies until dawn.

It will surely be one of his most fond memories.

"Can't wait," he whispered, then kissed her throat wrapping his arms tight around her. "Then let's get this banquet over with quickly, my Surr."

"Couldn't agree more, my Raha," she giggled, then leaned away to drag him in another passionate kiss.


"Run!" she heard, then felt a strong tug on her arm and stumbled back, even as her gaze was still stuck on Minfilia's retreating back. "Surr, we have to run!"

"We can't leave them!" she whimpered at her mate, trying to pry his fingers off her arm even as he pulled her in the opposite direction. "Raha, we can't!"

Then she froze, her ears falling flat against her head when she heard an explosion, and bright, white light filled the end of the tunnel where their friends disappeared.

Gods… this was a nightmare… had to be…

Ever since Teledji brought her mate in chains into the banquet hall, accusing him of assassinating Sultana… trying to arrest all of them, and calling them traitors… it all seemed like a bad dream.

Then Raubahn… and Yda and Papalymo… and Thancred with Y'shtola… Minfilia… all gone…

"Surr!" her Raha snapped at her, such an uncharacteristic thing, really… And he looked so blurry… "Gods…" his jaw tightened as pain filled her chest, and she couldn't breathe, because her throat felt so tight…

"Raha… don't leave me, too…" she whimpered.

"Never," he said fervently, then leaned in, and before she knew what happened he picked her up, then broke into a sprint immediately. She wound her arms tightly around his shoulders, her gaze stuck on the tunnel behind them. Hoping beyond hope that she'll see them running…

She still hoped, even as they met up with Alphinaud and Pippin outside… even as a strange merchant offered his help in getting away… even onboard Cid's airship…

She kept hoping it was all just a nightmare.


Raha leaned his back against the wall inside the repository in Camp Dragonhead, crossing his arms over his chest and watching the situation with narrowed eyes after Haurchefaunt entered the room.

Both Surr and Alphinaud were clearly in shock over everything that transpired, so meek and quiet as they accepted the comfort Haurchefaunt offered… While Raha rested in his spot, gears in his head turning furiously.

If he was honest with himself, he liked Ishgardian noble… he just didn't like the way he looked at his mate. Haurchefaunt was clearly enamored with Surr… or at least the image of her he knew. He also, like so many others, believed them to be siblings.

And now they needed him to get out of Eorzea…

He already called their parents, relaying the situation in short terms, and learned that even in Limsa already there was a bounty on their heads. Their dad was furious, and mom worried, but they bid them stay away at least till things calm down.

He wasn't willing to risk Surr anyway.

Ironic. In one fell swoop, from heroes to traitors of the realm…

His crimson eyes narrowed into slits and his teeth clenched when Ishgardian noble put his hand on his mate's shoulder, and she raised her gaze, blinking hard as if woken from a dream… a nightmare… and a tiny, fake smile tilted her lips.

They needed Haurchefaunt… and he was enamored with her gentle, innocent façade.

Amethyst and crimson eyes met when noble turned his attention to Alphinaud and Tataru, understanding and unspoken agreement flashed in both.

Raha sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as he worked his jaw.

Back to pretending it is, then… at least as long as they were at mercy of the Holy See of Ishgard.