A Love on the Sidelines
By: 4quintessence
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Square Enix, the fanfiction to me.
Pairing: CliffxFayt
Rating: PG-13 to R - Warning: Yaoi, please don't read if you don't like this.
Summary: How is Fayt gonna get Cliff back for making him cross dress? Let's just say the setting is the bedroom. Now that the couple is becoming more comfortable together, Fayt has more courage and wants to get a little wild. We end with the SO3 crew laughing at Cliff's expense.
Shout Outs - XD: I LOVE your reviews. I wait in anticipation! Seriously tho, after reading reviews i get the inspiration to start work on the next chapter. You noticed the FFVII tie-in! I didn't think about how i reverted Aeris' dialogue into Cliff's, but now looking at it, its funny it worked so well! And yes im a total Cliff fan (probably my fav. game character). Love everything about him :D Chaotic Distortion: I totally agree with u about Cliff/Fayt stories! That's my motivation...cuz there arn't any big sweeping ones. And i really want them in-character. And yes this is my first fanfic. SpectralWings: Thank you so much! Hearing that my story is your fav CliffxFayt means so much to me :) I put so much thought into it!
Chapter 6 (censored version, cut out scene is replaced by type-in link):
"Hey, Sophie. You wanna take the orichalcum to the workshop and start synthesizing our weapons?" Cliff asked as Sophia rubbed her shoulder where she had been smacked.
"Well...I'm glad you're asking me since you clearly have no idea what you're doing when we're there," Sophia teased, pushing the blond out of the way as she made for the door.
"We'll be there soon Sophia. After I get out of this uncomfortable outfit…"
"Of course, Fayty, no rush. It's just too bad the rest of the crew won't get to see you like this," she said, winking, grabbing their weapons, and waving as she left the two lovebirds alone at the inn.
"Now then," Cliff muttered softly, sliding down over Fayt who was lying on his back on the bed. "Whaddya have in mind for my punishment for being a bad bad Klausian and making you go through all this?"
Staring deeply into the endless ocean of Cliff's eyes, Fayt merely moved closer to the other and gave him a big wet smooch on the cheek.
"That looks better Cliff," Fayt snickered, the kiss having left huge lipstick marks on the Klausian's face.
Giving a wide, sexy smile, the blond gently eased the wig off Fayt's head. The bluenette snatched the fake flower from it and stuck it in his partner's hair, holdings his lips firm and trying not to laugh. Not complaining in the least, Cliff slipped a hand under Fayt's back and unclipped the belly dancing top, tossing it to the side. The young man then took off his beaded necklace and slipped out from under Cliff to stand on the floor beside him. The blond collapsed on the cot and rested on his side to look at his lover, head held up by a hunky arm.
Fayt rummaged around in his travel bag looking for something he had made in the workshop. Finally feeling the cool touch of metal, he pulled out part of his revenge for the night...a pair of shiny handcuffs!
"Whoa there a minute, kid! What's this all about?"
Looking innocently over at his man, Fayt replied tenderly: "You promised I would get to do anything I wanted with you, right?"
"Riiight…"
"Well, I made these two handcuffs myself while I was out inventing. With you on my mind, I molded them with love."
Cliff laughed heartily. "You made them for me? How thoughtful…" he said, instinctively rubbing a hand around his left wrist. "Well I guess I'm gonna get what I deserve huh?"
"You sure are," Fayt responded, swinging a handcuff around his index finger. His eyes burned with mischievousness — he was happy that just this once, he was going to be in total control when it felt like everything in his life was out of control. This night he would file away his usual anxiety, and have a little fun on the way. He wanted to let himself go, be a bit wild. Life is too short not to…
"TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES," Fayt ordered, pointing a finger at Cliff as the handcuff swung back and forth from it like a pendulum.
Taken aback from the sudden brashness in the bluenette's voice, all Cliff could manage was "Sca-ree" as he began to strip naked on the bed. This should be fun, he thought. The hidden side of Fayt: dirty, filthy, nasty. I like it! Leaving nothing on but the cute faux blossom in his hair, the blond went back to lying on his side, one hand on his ass and his tongue trying unsuccessfully to reach for the lip marks on his cheek.
Fayt licked his chops as he stared at his companion, tasting remnants of lipstick from his earlier belly dancing extravaganza. He never got tired of looking at Cliff.
"Okay! Let's get you tied up…"
The bluenette proceeded to push Cliff onto his back and had him stretch out both arms towards the bedposts. He then slipped a handcuff over his right wrist and snapped it closed, attaching the other side to the post. Leaping over Cliff, Fayt got the other side secure as the blond stuck out his tongue and tried to get close enough to the other's face to lick it.
Brushing his hands together for a job well done, Fayt began to run his hands over his chest and stomach, sticking one under the waist of the emerald green skirt he still had on and throwing his head back.
"Aww man, you're killin' me. Come over 'ere," Cliff pleaded, trying to motion him over as the chains on the handcuffs rattled angrily.
Fayt unhurriedly leaned over the bed and moved over top of Cliff, finally lying on top of him and feeling his skin tingle with the touch of his lean body on the other's smooth, defined chest. Leftover cologne from the bluenette's transformation wafted around the room, floating over them as the faint scent of lavender tickled their noses. Fayt started softly kissing his partner's chest, moving over and down one arm and back up to the shoulder. Cliff groaned and closed his eyes.
The young man licked the sensitive skin around the blond's underarm, feeling the rough scratch of a few hairs on his tongue. Following the curve of a pec muscle, Fayt abruptly decided that he was being too gentle for the vulnerable state Cliff was in. Grabbing a nipple with his teeth, the bluenette nibbled and yanked, causing Cliff to gasp out loud. Fayt put one hand over the other's mouth and continued on nibbling the other nipple. He then moved down and licked around the abs, carefully sucking and gnawing at the six pack. To be even more of a tease, he began to rub his waist back and forth over Cliff's rising member as the silky skirt hit all the right places.
After a minute or so of toying with Cliff, Fayt grabbed his lover's stiff cock and put the end in his eager mouth. Massaging his tongue around the shaft, he let his lips run over the hypersensitive bulge of the head. Stopping suddenly, Fayt looked up at a moaning Cliff and asked a peculiar question.
"So, it's like a popsicle right? You got the fruity outside and the velvety ice cream in the middle?" Fayt chuckled evilly.
"WHAT? No! There's nothing in the middle! No biting, NO TEETH!"
Too late. Fayt went back down and chomped on Cliff's dick. "That's for making me dress up in that silly outfit when any of the girls could have done the mission much more easily! And also for whatever you said to that guy in the clothing shop!"
"OWWWW! Holy Mother of Apris!! You got me Fayt. I'm sorry! I'M SORR-AY!" Cliff wailed, a single tear streaming down his cheek as he tried to break free of his shackles.
"Hehehe. Aww my poor Cliff, did that really hurt? I didn't even bite that hard. I'm pretty sure you deserved it though," Fayt said smiling cheerfully. "I forgive you...but I'm not done with you yet. Let's just say there probably won't be anymore pain involved."
"Phew! Good to hear you sneaky son-of-a…"
"HEY HEY! None of that. Remember when you used to tell me to 'shutup' all the time when we first met? I'd have some valid doubts over your crazy plans to help Nel and that's all I got! Like I was some dumb, annoying kid (He better not say I was)! Well do you want me to get you back for that too right now…"
"NO no! You're right. You just carry on then," Cliff mumbled, grinning to himself.
Standing up on the bed and towering over his prisoner, Fayt unclipped the skirt and threw it across the room in one swift motion. The decorative beads reflected the window's light around the room in a rippling sea of stars as the cloth floated and twisted to the floor. His briefs were soon off as well, and next he stepped down to grab a condom from his bag nearby. Unwrapping it and positioning it in his mouth, he moved over Cliff and readied himself for the intricate task ahead. Using his teeth and tongue in seamless harmony, little by little Fayt slipped the condom down over Cliff's member and then lubed himself up.
"Practice makes perfect, huh?" Cliff offered.
"It's a natural talent, I'd say, kinda like your leading of Quark…although the fact this is the third time I've tried probably helps."
"Finally! Some respect! I was damn good at what I did!"
"Well I'm going to show you something I'm damn good at Cliff," Fayt said seductively, sliding his smooth butt on the blond's stomach as he faced him. He slowly moved back towards his lover's upright cock and teased it by brushing his opening against it until Cliff could take it no more.
"I want you right now Leingod!"
"Oh do you now. I'm the one giving the orders, Cliff. And here is my next order: FUCK ME FITTIR!"
And this cut scene is NC-17. Oh man. It's hot. Go now, type: 4-quintessence(dot)livejournal(dot)com(slash)75328(dot)html in the URL bar and scroll down to the red squigglies and start reading from there.
"Wow, you make a pretty good hostage," Fayt declared, collapsing on the bed.
"Do I have permission to kiss you now, Master Fayt?"
Ooo. That has a nice ring to it. The bluenette reached for his bag to grab the key so he could undo the handcuffs. "Uh oh! I can't find the key!"
A positively terrified look swept across Cliff's face...well...at least until Fayt burst out laughing. He set his sex slave free and they cuddled together, exchanging a long french kiss.
"Aww, now we're all sticky!" Fayt exclaimed gleefully, raising his voice on the last word as he caressed the red mark on one of Cliff's wrists.
"Time for a shower ya dirty kid."
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Believe it or not, Fayt's revenge wasn't over yet. The next morning he prepared for the final humiliation. He woke up early and pulled down a sleeping Cliff's pajama bottoms just enough so that his butt was showing. Then he moved the blankets on the bed so that his sweetheart's posterior — and the something on it — was visible from the door to their room. Giggling quietly, Fayt snuck out of their room and went to get the others to come see something he had to show them. Nel and Albel were already up, but Sophia, Mirage, and Maria had to be shaken awake.
With everyone crowding around the door in anticipation, Fayt swung it open and immediately everyone was in hysterics, including Albel who contributed a small snicker.
Cliff awoke with a start from the noise, and seeing he had an audience his jaw dropped and he looked down where the others were staring. There on the side of his exposed left buttcheek was his secret tattoo: a tacky crimson-coloured heart pierced by an arrow with the word 'MOM' written on a banner flapping across it. All he needed was a little cupid to complete the ensemble.
A deep red immediately burst across Cliff's face like the guts of a squashed tomato and he felt like dying from embarrassment.
"HAHAHAHA...Cliff of all people has a Mom tattoo? Hahaha…you're never gonna hear the end of this from me," Mirage promised, tears streaming down her face. "I never knew you were such a momma's boy."
"It...it was a long time ago…" Cliff pleaded, pulling the blankets over himself. "I was really drunk, I don't even remember actually getting it…" With this he glared at Fayt, his eyes seething with loving rage.
"Momma's boy, momma's boy!" Sophia and Maria teased, revelling in Cliff's humiliation.
"Humourous and disturbing at the same time," Albel stated flatly. "The idiot never ceases to amaze."
"I actually think its kind of charming," Nel suggested, crossing her arms. Everyone stared at her. "What? Can't I make a joke?"
"No, you're Nel!" Fayt responded, laughing.
"OKAY! Enough of the peep show! Everyone back to their rooms before I come over there and beat you all to a pulp!"
Having decided they were even, Fayt ushered everyone away and closed the door.
"You sly little…"
But before Cliff could finish there was a knock at the door. Fayt had run and hid in the bathroom so Cliff got up and answered it, still in his PJ's and with his hair all tussled up. He immediately recognized the visitor as the perverted owner of the mansion Fayt had infiltrated.
"Hi, I've been searching around town for a lovely woman named Mirage and I'm wondering if she happens to be travelling with you?"
Pausing momentarily in thought, Cliff eventually gave the man an innocent handshake, loudly greeting him in this way: "Hi there! I just jerked off."
With that he slammed the door in the man's face. At first the guy stood stunned in the hallway with his nose against the door, staring at his hand in disgust. Finally, he let out a shrill shriek and swiftly bolted straight out of the inn, flailing his arms and heading for the relief of his bathroom sink.
Fayt heard the commotion and came out to see what was happening. Cliff was cracking himself up.
"Hahaha! You said your name was Mirage? Oh man, she's gonna wonder why some weirdo's trying to track her down. Boy is he gonna be in for a surprise if he ever finds her. WHAM! She's no pushover."
"So I've heard. So are we okay now? I didn't go too far did I?"
"Nah. It was all in good fun. How can I be mad at you? Last night was hot. And the tattoo...what can I say? My mom's awesome."
"And what do you say about telling the others that we're going out now?"
"Well, I guess there's no such thing as the 'ideal' time. Bring it on!"
Woohoo! TO BE CONTINUED!