Taste of Love—Thirty One through Forty
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: This next group contains the longest of all the drabbles, only one word below my self-imposed limit. Not much else to say at this point, so please have at it! Reviewing would be lovely too.
drabbles100 themes: #31-40; related drabbles: 36 and 39.
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
031. Sunrise (183)
Roger wasn't really a morning person. He liked the afternoons the best, and nights weren't bad either. He much preferred to go to bed late and sleep in before his latest Real Man contest. After all, why bother to be up if everyone else in the village was sleeping?
Melt was quite similar. He liked the night the best though, as that was when the stars came out. He, however, had no problem functioning on only a few hours of sleep, so he was often up rather early. Unlike Roger, he liked being one of the few people awake when the sun rose. In fact…
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Roger mumbled as they sat on the docks outside Melt's house, watching the sunrise together. Melt said nothing, seeing out of the corner of his eye that Roger was smiling slightly as he watched the brilliant colors in the sky. The fact that he'd miss hours of sleep to indulge him spoke volumes, and Melt silently promised that he'd make it worth the other boy's while…maybe that night.
032. Sunset (199)
"Why are we out here again?"
"I already told ya Lezard, we gotta try that bondin' thing Roger and his crew do. See if it helps my losin' streak…"
Vellion sat behind the brothers, loving Lucien's idea. The sunset was so pretty—a sky of bright reds, yellows, and oranges. The only things more beautiful than the sky were the exquisite cat humanoids he saw in its glow.
"I like your idea Lucy," he said quietly, though since he didn't hear an irritated cry of 'How many times do I gotta tell ya not to call me Lucy?!' he assumed he wasn't heard.
"Heh. What a simple, idealistic notion… Though, I suppose that if you insist, it won't hurt anything." He could tell by the slight nuance in Lezard's voice that he honestly liked the idea, though he'd never admit it. He could tell these things.
"Glad ya agree…" He watched as Lucien put his arm around his brother's shoulder; Lezard tensed momentarily before slowly allowing himself to lean into Lucien's embrace. A sad smile formed on his face at the sight—he may not have a chance with either of them, but at least they had each other.
033. Too Much (129)
"Heh, you fool. Did you honestly think you could win? You're so pathetic!" That was it. It was just too much for Roger to take anymore. Everyday for as long as he could remember, he'd put up with Lezard being a jerk to him or his friends. Well, enough was enough. He'd helped bring down the creator of their entire universe—he wasn't going to put up with a fellow twelve-year-old's mouth anymore.
He would never harm an unarmed person though, no matter how irritating—he had a reputation as a Real Man after all. Besides, Lezard shut up very quickly when Roger captured his lips and didn't pull away until they were both out of breathe.
"So whaddayah gotta say now?" Sweet silence met his ears. Mission accomplished.
034. Not Enough (133)
Dribe was one of Roger's best friends and vice versa. Melt rounded out their crew, but the way Dribe felt about Melt was nothing like how he felt for Roger. It had started as hero worship—he wanted to be just like his leader, brave and strong. Now that Roger was back from saving the world, their friendship had gotten even deeper, which was certainly nice…
…But it wasn't enough. Dribe didn't want to be Roger's friend anymore; he didn't think he could. He loved Roger so much that it hurt. Seeing him everyday, knowing they were just friends…he couldn't take it.
So when he surprised the Menodix boy on their way home one night with a kiss and had it returned eagerly, he couldn't help but be ecstatic. There, that was enough.
035. Sixth Sense (156)
It was common knowledge that Melt could see and hear what others could not. What was lesser known was the fact that he had a sort of sixth sense as to when Lezard was up to no good, whether it be a trap he was setting up, a dangerous new contest scheme, or simply when he was about to say something very foolish. And as the cat humanoid opened his mouth to retort to a comment Roger made, Melt could tell he was about to do the latter.
"You goofball! The only one allowed to do that is Melt!" All was silent then, as four pairs of eyes fell upon Lezard and Melt, who were flushed in embarrassment and sighing in exasperation respectively. "I mean…"
Of course, no one believed Lezard's excuse, but Melt really didn't mind. After all, they were now out of the closet, and his Lezard-sense was still working perfectly. All was well.
036. Smell (128)
"You smell really nice." Melt was used to Dribe's directness after all the years they'd been friends, so he was hardly surprised by the seemingly random compliment. "Are boys supposed to smell nice?"
"Are boys supposed to notice when other boys smell nice?" Dribe thought over the question in silence for a few moments before shrugging.
"Dunno. But I did, and you do. What do you suppose that means?" Melt set down his book, knowing he'd never be able to finish until the curious fox humanoid was satisfied, and brought his face to Dribe's until their noses were touching.
"I suppose that means your hormones are starting to come to life." Before Dribe could question it, Melt's lips were on his, and he suddenly had all his answers.
037. Sound (162)
All was quiet in Surferio, with the exception of the chirping crickets under the moonlight, and the sensual sounds coming from the one house with candles still burning. Two young men were responsible; they were rivals by days, but when night fell, there was no doubt about how they truly felt for each other.
The brunet laying on the bed moaned as his lover trailed kisses down his bare torso. He whimpered when his lover left a love bite on the inside of his thigh. He panted and begged for more when his lover stopped playing and gave him what he wanted. He yelled his lover's name as he reached his climax.
And as they lay in bed, limbs tangled together, the only sound was soft breathing as they drifted off to sleep. These were the times Melt liked the most—it was always a nice change to hear Lezard begging for more after listening to his cocky attitude all day long.
038. Touch (163)
They liked to yell at each other. To fight, to scream—it was a simple clash of personalities, as they were far too similar than either was will to admit.
But sometimes they liked to get away from everyone and everything and just be alone. There was no yelling during that time, not even any talking. They were completely silent and relied on their sense of touch to communicate. Lucien tugged at Dribe's buttons to signify he wanted to go further, and Dribe retaliated by untying the older boy's bandana, in a silent promise of 'I will if you do too.'
The quick, harsh touches always came first. They were young and impatient after all. But when all was silently said and done, the touches would become soft, slow, more exploring. Even when they were finished, they were never really done.
They might yell a lot when there was an audience, but sometimes words just couldn't convey how they really felt for each other.
039. Taste (163)
"I wonder…" That was all the warning Melt got before he felt a warm, wet trail form on his cheek. He sat still for a few moments in shock—and it took a lot to shock him, it really did—before placing his book down and facing the guilty party.
"Dribe… Why did you just lick me?"
"Just wondered what you'd taste like, that's all." There were a few more moments of silence before Melt shook his head and suddenly grabbed the front of Dribe's shirt, pulling him in and capturing his lips in a kiss. Just as quickly as he started it, he pulled away, smiling as he saw how dazed Dribe looked.
"There, that's a better way to judge my…flavor. Do you have your answer now?" Dribe nodded, murmuring something about blueberries. Satisfied, Melt went back to his book, noting that Dribe must have eaten something with syrup for breakfast and deciding that he'd have to check again the next morning.
040. Sight (118)
Melt's sense of sight had always been different from everyone else—a cut above the rest. He saw what no one else could see, knew what no one else knew. He'd known of the perilous state of the universe before anyone else on the planet knew there were others beyond their existence. He'd foreseen the monstrosities roaming the land and his friend's victory with the outsiders over them. He saw it all…
Which is why, a few years later, he lay in bed with Lucien's arms wrapped around him, wondering why he hadn't seen this coming. He supposed no one could be perfect all of the time…
Besides, this was one surprise with which he had no problems.