A Love on the Sidelines
By: 4quintessence
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Square Enix, the fanfiction to me.
Pairing: CliffxFayt + AlbelxFayt
Rating: R - Warning: Yaoi, please don't read if you don't like this, there is a mild sex scene.
Summary: We find out if Fayt's okay after his little fall, as Cliff explains what happened and tells an interesting story about his past. Then it's off to the pub for a night of drinking and dancing...and what do y'know...Albel's got something sneaky planned. Fayt gets really drunk...well you'll see.
Shout Outs - Zel: HA! You got the Clifford reference! I wasn't sure if anyone would. LOL at the prying eyes. I had to look up some of the linguistic terms you wrote about. I'm like 'what's a lexical field??' HAHA. Scary thing is I draw alot of the funny stuff in the story from my own life. Ya, dont ask. And I actually write some of the descriptive parts WHILE im at school (in the sidelines of my notes)! so i make good use of that torture time away from my story :D I'm on volume 13 of Furuba, btw. Chaotic: Hope you liked this chapter! Can't wait to hear more reviews from you. Spectral: Haha. I'm trying to think of as many ways as possible of describing the hottness that is Cliff. I figure i should do more Fayt descriptions soon! Yaoiboi13: I'm glad u liked that chapter! I wish there were more ppl like Cliff in real life (sigh). I hope you become one of my regular reviewers :)
Chapter 9 (just a reminder - italics are thoughts):
Fayt's head was pounding as he pressed a hand to his forehead and let out a loud sigh. He managed to pry open a pair of eyelids that felt as heavy as rocks, revealing eyes that were bloodshot and out of focus. Ugh, what happened? Concentrating on the timber roof in front of him, Fayt was thankful to be lying on his bed at the inn. The room began to whirl around him like an out of control amusement ride so he quickly closed his eyes in hope that the dizziness would go away. Unfortunately, at that very moment he realized that he really had to go pee.
Someone stirred and grunted beside him on the bed. Thank goodness Cliff is watching over me, why do I always do this? Fayt rolled over and cautiously opened one eye again…
And staring right back at him was the man himself...Albel Nox. He lay there gazing intently at Fayt, head resting on one hand while his bicoloured hair dangled down and tickled the sheets on the bed.
Springing his other eye open, the bluenette glared in disbelief as the man in front of him split into two like the trees in the meadow during yesterday's sunset. I'm dreaming...I have to be… Fayt proceeded to pinch himself on the side of his belly, praying that he was not actually lying drunk in bed next to Albel. Panicking ever so slightly since he clearly wasn't waking up, Fayt hesitantly extended an arm to poke Albel in the face and see whether his eyes were deceiving him.
"Oww. What do you think you're doing, Leingod?"
Fayt rolled back over and smothered his face in his hands. How did I get myself into this…
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That same morning…
Fayt jolted awake and sat up in his bed. He immediately noticed a sharp pain from the rock he had fallen on and thought how it felt like horses had trampled over his head. He reached around to rub a hand carefully over the bump on the back of his skull. Racking his memory for clues, Fayt tried to remember how he had ended up at the Aquios inn when the last thing he could recall was fighting a dragon by the meadow.
A slender beam of light suddenly shot through a slit in the blinds and Fayt realized it was the crack of dawn. Shielding his eyes from the brightness, he noticed that Cliff was fast asleep — head nodding forwards, feet rested on the bed — on a chair beside him. He reached for the glass of water on the bedside table and took a swig. There was also some sort of icepack there as well, so he took that too and pressed it on the back of his head. He briefly wondered whether to let Cliff sleep or to wake him up and ask him what had happened. His curiosity got the better of him.
"Cliff...hey...wake up," the bluenette said, shaking the other's foot.
The blond awoke easily and sat up straight before stretching his arms way up in the air and exhaling deeply.
"Hey Fayt, how ya feeling?"
"Ummm...okay I guess. Why do I have a big bruise on my head and what happened when we were fighting that dragon? And how did we get from there to here?"
"Whoa! Slow down kid. One at a time," the blond urged, waving a hand in front of him. "First of all, that moronic dragon hit you with a spell just before we killed it and you fell and knocked your head on a rock. I was shitting a brick there for a second. But you were just out cold so I carried you all the way back to Aquios. By the way, thanks for the first aid spell." Cliff touched his left hand to his shirt where the dragon had clawed him (he had slept with all his clothes on).
Fayt sat silent for a moment before responding. "Thanks Cliff. You carried me all the way back? What would I do without my big strong boyfriend," he wondered as a smile crept across his face. "What is this about a healing spell? Are you okay?"
"Ya, it's just a scratch." The blond took off his shirt and let Fayt see the cut on his chest.
"JUST A STRATCH! Cliff it looks really bad! Did you clean it out at all?"
"Eh, it's fine, don't sweat it."
Fayt's eyebrows were winkled up in concern and for a second he completely forgot about his headache. "Here Cliff, lie down and I'll fix it up."
Before he could complain, the bluenette had forced the Klausian onto the bed and found some disinfectant in their travelling bag. Hopping back on the bed, Fayt sat cross-legged beside his buddy and started dabbing the liquid on the wound. Predictably, the blond let out a yelp and clenched his fists as Fayt rubbed the gash above his left nipple. "Such a baby," he sighed under his breath. Luckily, Cliff didn't hear him.
After finishing his work, Fayt fell back down onto the bed as his head started throbbing again.
"Thanks. We make a good team don't we? ...Does this make your head feel better?" The blond gave his sweetheart a passionate kiss, meeting the other's tongue and twisting his own around it.
"...Yes, actually. And knowing you were here watching over me all night, it makes me truly happy...I want you to know that. I'm so clumsy sometimes. I bet you've never fallen on a rock and gone unconscious during battle."
"Fayt, it's not your fault. Don't beat yourself up over it. And no I haven't, but there was this one time I really hurt my neck. It's kinda dirty. You wanna hear?" Fayt nodded, wondering what this was about.
"Well...I was sort of masturbating to porn on my comfy chair in my room on the Diplo, this was before I came to find you on Vanguard III, and let's just say that I got a little too excited when I came and I threw my neck backwards really hard and seriously killed it! Oh man it hurt so much I couldn't move my head afterwards. And then, to top it off, the next day it was still stiff so the crew kept asking me why I couldn't turn my head. So embarrassing…"
Fayt laughed through his nose and reached out to stroke his lover's neck. "See? It's a good thing you have me so you don't have to do that anymore."
"Heh. Ya," the blond replied, eyes wandering across the room.
"So what were you watching?"
"Oh the porno? Manrammer." Fayt started snickering. "Shut up, it was good!"
"Haha, ya I know. I've seen it," the bluenette shot back. "I thought they named it after you?"
Shocked such words could leave Fayt's mouth, Cliff gently shoved the young man and growled: "OOHHH! You're gonna get it kid!"
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After reuniting with the rest of the group and telling their story over again to Sophia, who was really worried about the bruise (not so much about Cliff's), Fayt and Cliff spent the rest of the day lolling around at one of the lookouts in Aquios. Mirage and Maria had drawn up some plans for the crew for that night which included going out for dinner and then heading to the pub for the evening. For the next day, they had bought tickets to a play about the history of the Aquarian Kingdom which had received rave reviews.
Initially, Fayt was apprehensive about going along with everyone because of his head, but by nightfall it was feeling much better and he figured that with a few drinks he could forget all about it.
Even though they all knew that Albel didn't enjoy going out to eat, he was awfully quiet that evening at the restaurant, and also at the tavern. He sat all by himself at a table next to the others, who were having one hell of a time. They had managed to persuade Nel to drink much more than she usually did and she was now out on the dance floor with Cliff jamming to the funky music. There was a good sized crowd for this weekday evening. Fayt and Sophia chatted with each other, the latter reminiscing about this unbelievable chocolate bar she had bought from one of the town's vendors. Maria and Mirage were having a competition to see who could down the most shots before giving up. Cliff eventually tried to get Albel onto the dance floor but he would have none of that. Instead he just sat there with his beer, alternating between staring at Fayt and laughing quietly at how the normally somber Nel was working up a storm with her 'creative' moves on the dance floor.
Albel had kept his true feelings locked up the day that Cliff and Fayt had professed to everyone that they were in love. Albel had never believed in labels — in his past as the captain of the Black Brigade he had had lovers from both sexes, sometimes more than one at a time. Typically, these relationships were forced rather than natural. But once he met Fayt and got over his initial resentment of losing a battle to him, he started to rather like him, though he would hardly admit it out loud. And now that he knew Cliff liked him too, he felt like he had some competition to liven up the chase.
Putting his thoughts on hold, Albel noticed that Cliff had dragged Sophia out to dance so he could collapse into her seat next to Fayt. The bumbling fool… Unfortunately, it was too noisy for him to hear what they spoke about next.
"Hey Cliff, looks like you're enjoying yourself as usual. By the way, don't even think of trying to take me out there dancing," the bluenette warned. The blond gave him an exhausted look and just shook his head. Fayt continued on as his vision started blurring: "Oh, I'm really starting to feel the vodka now...can you pass me some of that cucumber over there?"
There was a large plate of munchies on their table, including chips, pretzels, shrimp, and veggies and dip.
"I've got a cucumber here for you…" the blond teased as he cupped his crotch in his hand.
Fayt was not impressed. "Cliff, seriously, pass the veggies."
"Come on," the Klausian pleaded, as he almost fell out of his chair from tipping it back. "I got a big, hard cucumber right here all ripe and ready for you…"
"CLIFF! Stop it! Not now! Keep your voice down silly. Maybe later though…"
At this the blond seemed to perk up and he stumbled over towards the bar to chat with Mirage and Maria, bumping into Albel's chair on the way.
"I love you man!" Cliff bellowed, unmistakably too drunk to notice what he was saying. He tried to hug Albel, but got a swift fist in the gut instead. The drink in Albel's other hand didn't even flinch with this sudden movement, such is the preciseness of his abilities. Cliff finally continued on to the bar as Albel thought about how he was pretty sure he was going to puke.
Just as he was fuming over how idiotic his companions were, Albel noticed that Fayt had plopped his head down onto his arm on the table and he seemed to have fallen asleep, a slice of cucumber still dangling out of one hand like a cigarette. Now's my chance...
It was so packed in the pub that no one noticed the Elicoorian slip over, lift Fayt up, and help him stagger out of the tavern to the nearby inn.
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Oh ya, that's how I got myself into this…
Going to the washroom was the number one thing on Fayt's 'To do' list. Rolling off the bed, he stood up carefully with his arms out front for balance and tried his best to walk in a straight line to the toilet. Albel didn't utter a word. After a glorious two minute pee — he never knew one could get such pleasure from this sort of thing — the bluenette stumbled back into bed.
While lying there and pondering what to do, Fayt felt so incredibly hammered and so incredibly horny, all at the same time. He turned towards Albel and caught sight of his lean, exposed stomach and the sleek, rolling curves of his abs. The crimson coloured eyes staring back at him were both scary and alluring, like the sirens of a passing police car, and Fayt couldn't turn his own away. The bluenette wasn't even thinking, his senses and primeval urges were taking over. But something in the back of his mind told him to send Albel away…
"Albel, why did you bring me here?" the young man mumbled.
"Shhh. Don't you worry. You just sit back and let me...tell you how I feel," the Elicoorian cooed, reaching over and brushing his healthy hand through the cerulean sea of Fayt's hair.
Albel quickly moved down to the end of the bed and started unclipping the belt buckle on the bluenette's pants. Fayt grabbed the other's hand and held it steady.
"It's okay, you can trust me," his visitor responded.
The grip on Albel's hand went limp and he proceeded to take off the other's pants and then his underwear. Fayt's dick rested lazily on his waistline, clearly unimpressed with all the alcohol. It's okay, I'll just let him do a little bit, it's nothing…what's that?
"Albel! Since when do you have a tongue piercing?!" the bluenette yelled as he spotted the shiny silver stone in his friend's open mouth.
"Bah, I've always had it, you just haven't noticed it before. Then again, I don't always have it in."
"Ahhh, I see," Fayt replied, eyes drooping. "So...what's it for?" he asked, not noticing that this was a rather dumb question.
"Well, I'm told it's good for a certain something…"
With this Albel bent over, slipped Fayt's flaccid cock into his mouth and began to coax it to attention. The bluenette's own mouth popped open as a string of groans rippled across his tongue. The chilly touch of the Elicoorian's artificial arm on his abdomen clashed with the leathery smooth feel of Albel's other hand holding the base of Fayt's member. Everything about Albel was the difference between night and day — the contrasting hands, the dark and light hair, the ruby eyes against the pale skin. Fayt couldn't pick between these extremes, he liked them both.
By now the bluenette's dick was flooded with sensation, standing up all by itself. Albel began to work up and down Fayt's member, skillfully using his round piercing to tingle and delight the different grooves and tender spots along the shaft. Fayt felt the mind-blowing opposition of Albel's spongy, warm tongue sliding over the end of his cock and the cool, slick strokes of the piercing caressing the rest of his erection, especially the little furrow at the base of the head.
At this point, the booze was giving Fayt the impression of rocking back and forth in a boat and he thought this might cause him to fall asleep. He forced himself to concentrate by watching the delectable sight of his cock sliding in and out of Albel's mouth and intermittently poking out the side of his cheek.
The bluenette felt the familiar building of pleasure and pressure in his groin as he shouted a warning to Albel: "Uhh, I'm gonna come!"
Expecting Albel to pull away and finish him off with a handjob, instead the Elicoorian took all of Fayt's member in his mouth and the latter couldn't help but let himself go with a shattering cry of ecstasy. Albel tried to swallow it all, but he ended up coughing a little and the silvery stuff slipped out the sides of his mouth and dribbled back down onto Fayt's stomach.
Wiping his lips clean, Albel gave the bluenette a monstrous smile (a real rarity let me tell you) and slid to the very end of the bed. He then lifted Fayt's right foot up with his hand and started sucking on each of his toes! Initially taken aback, Fayt thought how strangely amusing this was and imagined it was similar to licking the left over flavouring of nacho cheese off one's fingers. But he figured his foot probably didn't taste as good.
These random musings made him realize that his brain had switched back on. Thoughts began to swirl around his head and it was like he had awoken from a (wet) dream. The gravity of the situation slapped him hard in the face. Holy shit. What am I doing? I don't love him...I love the man who saved my life and would do anything for me...
Fayt's reflections didn't last long as he soon heard the sound of heavy footsteps running up the stairs outside the bedroom. Albel jumped away from Fayt and sat on a chair nearby while the bluenette scrambled to cover himself with the bed sheets.
Cliff burst into the room, eyes blazing, fists ready for a fight. He gaped back and forth between Fayt and Albel not sure what to do.
"Albel! Whaddya doing here and why did ya drag Fayt out of the pub?"
"None of your business maggot," the Elicoorian hissed, trying to think of an excuse.
"Come on you sick freak, spit it out!"
"Hmph. If you really must know, Fayt was feeling sick so I offered to help him back to the inn so he could go to bed. Is there something so wrong with that?" Albel offered, crossing his arms.
"Fayt, is this true?" the blond asked, feeling the anger slowly seep out of him.
"Mmmm," was all the bluenette managed before falling fast asleep.
"That better be the truth or else you and I are gonna be having a 'talk' later," Cliff cautioned. "By the way, you have a little somethin' there on your lip."
"You told me to spit it out, idiot. That's all it is. Nothing else. And I'd rather bathe in dragon dung than talk to you anyways," Albel shrieked before promptly leaping up and exiting the room.
Cliff stood there for a moment, mindlessly hitting his fist into an open palm, before realizing that he too was really tired so he made for the bathroom to get ready for bed. As he almost smashed into the doorframe (still tipsy from all those drinks), a lingering thought ran through his mind: That bastard. I know he's up to something. I'm gonna figure this out tomorrow and if I'm right, he's toast.
HAHA! TO BE CONTINUED!