Taste of Love—Eleven through Twenty

by taitofan

Rated PG-13 for yaoi and potential incest

Disclaimer: Was Melt playable? Was Lezard a recruitable alchemist? Did they confess their sweet love in the end of the game? No? Than obviously I don't own Star Ocean 3!

Author's Note: So…here's the next ten. I'm sure that very soon it will become obvious that I focused on four different couples. What can I say? I'm a fangirl! Now, maybe I'll inspire someone else to write about them… Wink wink nudge nudge.

drabbles100 themes: #11-20; related drabbles: none.

Flames do nothing but make me laugh, although I'll listen to any CC you have. Please read, review, and enjoy! Finished 03-26-08

011. Red (142)

He was seeing red. Bright, vivid, angry red. How dare he! That ungrateful little—!

"Dribe, what's wrong? Whaddayah lookin' at?" The fox humanoid muttered an excuse to Roger and quickly slipped away, quickly making his way over the docks and just into the tree line, where he'd seen what made him so livid.

"Lucien, what the hell are you doing?" It wasn't often Dribe used any foul language. But it also wasn't often he caught his lover making out with his younger brother behind a tree either.

"Oh, ah, hey Dribe. I can explain…" Lucien looked nervous; Lezard looked annoyed at being interrupted; Dribe just looked pissed.

"Then start explaining. Now." Somehow, Lucien knew he was in for a world of hurt, no matter what he said, so he took a deep breathe and took a chance.

"Wanna have a threesome?"

012. Grey (152)

Their relationship seemed so black and white. They were rivals—had been since they were old enough to carry weapons. Rivals, they'd thought, were supposed to hate each other, so they did as they were expected. The friendship they'd had as young children turned to hatred overnight. Black and white, no room for anything else.

As they grew older, they came to question their beliefs. All of the contests, all of the times they bested each other, all the many more times they tied… They came to respect the other. Who was the bigger man didn't seem to matter much anymore; they competed just for the thrill of it.

With respect came other feelings, deeper feelings, more than friendship even… And the day Lucien kissed Roger out of the blue, they realized that their rivalry was far more than black and white… Those shades of grey were what made it all worthwhile.

013. White (127)

Harder, faster, hurry, more. It always became his mantra when they were together, just the two of them in the other's bed. He let down all of his walls, dropped all pretenses, and begged to be taken until his throat was raw from screaming. The other always complied quietly, just a smirk or occasional moan telling him how tight he was. Never once was he disappointed—the other always found that spot that made him see white and cry out from the pleasurable overload.

When it was all over, Melt pulled away and took his breathless lover into his arms, murmuring words that were never fully heard. Lezard was always too busy wondering why someone he claimed to hate so much always made him feel so good.

014. Black (157)

Lucien's eyes were so dark that they were almost black. He wasn't sure why, considering he was a cat humanoid, and most of his kind had blue, green, or amber eyes. Lezard's were a bright green, not at all like his own.

Melt's eyes were almost the exact opposite of his. They were a vibrant yellow, which fit well, seeing as he was a wolf humanoid. They were big and bright, capable of seeing what others couldn't. They often looked glazed over, and that was when everyone knew he was hearing what they couldn't. They were eyes full of mystery…while his were just plain boring.

But one day Melt took him aside after a contest and told him that he saw great expression in his dark irises—determination, pride, bravery…love. Lucien was left flushed as those yellow eyes looked into his very soul, but he suddenly didn't mind the black he was met with every morning anymore.

015. Blue (149)

The sky was bright blue and sunny and the water was clear and refreshing. All in all, it was a perfect day in the picturesque village. The local children celebrated by stripping to their trunks and diving in… Except two. Lezard hated the water and opted to stay inside and work on an experiment. Melt wasn't fond of swimming either and merely sat on the docks and dipped his bare feet in.

"Why ain't ya swimmin'?" a familiar voice asked.

'Because I'd rather watch you.'

"…I do not desire to get wet, that is all." Lucien looked skeptical, but he merely shrugged and swam back to help Vellion beat Roger and Dribe in a splashing contest. Melt sighed once he was out of earshot. One of these days he'd tell Lucien the truth…

Until then, he'd just have to live with being as blue as the sky above him.

016. Purple (177)

"This is it," Lucien proclaimed, pointing at the strange purple object he'd seen in the woods the other day. Melt, who Lucien had brought to identify it since he always seemed to know about strange things, didn't say a word as he stared at it. "…Well? What is it?"

"You…don't know?" Lucien shrugged, and Melt's face suddenly started to flush.

"I know what it looks like, but what does it do?" Melt looked up at Lucien, then down to the plastic purple…toy, then back to Lucien, his face growing hotter by the second. Feeling more flustered than he ever had in his life, he quickly explained the basics. Lucien just furrowed his brow at the embarrassed explanation.

"I think I'd just wanna use another person. Plastic ain't as cute as you, ya know?" For the first time in his existence, Melt let out an uncharacteristic squeak and ran back to the village, missing the smirk that suddenly grew on Lucien's face. He bent down and picked up his toy, which he'd planted there earlier, smirking.

Mission accomplished.

017. Brown (137)

A brown tail wound around a tanned thigh; it was an act of possession. He belonged to him, and they both knew it. Still, Lezard didn't want him to forget just who owned him—heart, body, and soul. Lucien knew that he could never forget, but he didn't stop his brother. How could he when he'd come to like it? No one else could make him feel the way he did.

Lezard didn't think there was anything wrong with what they did. Lucien wanted it; he wanted to do it. How could he ignore those delicious pleas of 'touch me'?

And as Lezard complied, he smirked as Lucien's own long, brown tail found its way around his ankle. They both knew Lucien belonged to Lezard—one day Lucien would realize it worked the other way around too.

018. Green (153)

Not many people had ever seen beyond Lezard's thick glasses. His parents and Lucien had, obviously, but other than family, even his eye color was a mystery. Vellion was one of the few who knew that Lezard had the most brilliant shade of green eyes, bright enough to put any emerald on the planet to shame. It had been an accident for him even to see Lezard sans glasses, but Vellion would never forget the beautiful sight of that handsome face.

Melt was another who had seen Lezard's eyes, though Vellion knew that it hadn't been an accident in his case; it hadn't even been a one-time thing. No, the soothsayer was lucky enough to boast having Lezard bare far more than just his face for him, far more than Vellion would ever see. After all, Melt held the one thing he could never have—Lezard's heart.

And that made Vellion see green.

019. Pink (119)

"Yanno, pink doesn't really suit ya…" Dribe wanted to hit him, kick him, lob a rock at his skull, anything to get that damned smirk off the older boy's face.

"Well if you wouldn't be so crude, I…I… Argh! You're so unpleasant!" Lucien's smirk simply widened, making Dribe even more flustered.

"I can't help it if every little comment makes ya blush like a schoolgirl. 'Sides, I was only tellin' the truth. Ya really do look like a—"

"Not another word!" Dribe wailed, though it was muffled as he buried his beet red face in his hands. Lucien chuckled and put an arm around his waist.

"There ya go, red is more yer color."

Dribe just wailed louder.

020. Colourless (185)

Some days, the world just felt colorless—void of all things happy and bright. Dreary days, where he just felt so helpless and alone that he almost couldn't stand it. His parents said it was just his hormones changing as he got older, but Lucien knew it was more than that. Something was missing in his life, and he just needed to find it…

"Are you still moping?" The annoyed voice cut though the otherwise silent room as Lucien stared out the window to the dull looking world outside. Lezard could only sigh at his brother, thinking to himself that he liked it better when he was overly excitable. "Honestly, if I wasn't around, who knows what you'd do…"

Then a firm hand was on Lucien's face, twisting him around until a pair of lips met his own. Lucien's eyes shut on instinct, allowing his younger brother to kiss him thoroughly. When they parted and Lucien's eyes opened, he could do nothing but smile.

Suddenly the world was in vibrant color, starting with Lezard's light pink lips, which he promptly drew in for another kiss.