Taste of Love—Sixty One through Seventy
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: There's a whole lot of Lucien in this batch. Other than that, there isn't a whole lot to say. Um, Dribe's parents are not canonically abusive or neglectful, but they are in my personal head-canon. Though I think Lucien and Lezard's parents must be as oblivious as I write them. Why else wouldn't Lezard's little experiments be stopped? Well, whatever. We're getting close to the end here. Just three more sets after this!
drabbles100 themes: #61-70; related drabbles: none really, but 62 and 70 could be.
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
061. Winter (163)
Winter in Surferio meant that the temperature was slightly cool, and the residents might need a blanket at night. There was no snow, the rain was still warm, and the wind rarely blew harshly. There were of course days when it did get slightly nippy, but those days were few and far between.
"Cold?" Melt shook his head, though he was visibly shivering. "Do you have a cold then?"
"…Yes, I believe I do." Lucien frowned as the sound of the younger boy's teeth chattering met his ears.
"Hey, how are ya supposed to keep my brother in his place if yer sick? That's what ya get for staying out at night in the middle of winter and staring at those silly stars for hours! …Come on, I'm takin' ya home. I can make ya some soup." Melt mentally recoiled at the thought of Lucien cooking, but it was still a nice gesture, so he let him lead him home, hand in hand.
062. Spring (119)
Spring fever—that was what their parents blamed it on when their sons didn't want to leave the house. That must have been why they stayed in their room all day, only coming out for meals. What other reason could there be besides the listless feeling that came with the start of spring?
They ignored the gasps, the cries, the moans… There was no way those pleas for "hurry, faster, more" were meant the way they sounded. They were brothers after all—there was just no way…even if they had an odd fixation with each other… No, they assured each other they were mistaken. They had to be.
All the while, Lucien and Lezard basked in their parents' ignorance.
063. Summer (170)
Surferio was a village of perpetual summer. It never snowed, and the rain was always warm. The nights occasionally got chilly, but warmth was the main climate, and it always had been. It was just another fact of life, like the sky was blue, or Lezard was a pompous jerk. Melt just accepted them with no hesitation.
Though he and the others had grown up in the weather all their lives, it didn't stop them from getting hot. Luckily, Surferio was one big swimming pool, with cool water for those warm days. Melt wasn't big on swimming, but his friends were, so he'd often sit on the docks and read while they ganged up on Lucien, the only one from his crew who liked to swim.
…It wasn't like he'd peak over the edge of his book to watch Lucien's half naked, wet, glistening body, oh no.
"I think you're drooling, oh silent one."
The weather was hot and Lezard was still a jerk. All was well in the world.
064. Fall (134)
Dribe was hardly known for his grace, so it wasn't horribly surprising when he, out on the latest Real Man contest, slipped on some wet leaves and began tumbling face first to the ground. He readied himself for the impact, hoping there were no sharp rocks under the leaves, but it never came. The surprising part came when he realized that someone had rushed to his side and caught him before he could fall…and who that someone was.
"T-thanks Lucien! That was real nice of you…" Lucien set him back on his feet, shrugging and glancing anywhere but at Dribe.
"Eh, don't mention it. Just be more careful, ya klutz…" He ran back to his own gang then, leaving Dribe flushed and smiling, wondering if maybe being so ungraceful wasn't that bad after all.
065. Passing (104)
It was a crush, a passing fancy, that was all. An infatuation—nothing more, nothing less. He was a fascinating little humanoid after all, so it wasn't a surprise that he'd become interested in him. But he had no doubts that the interest would pass with time.
What did surprise him was when days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and months tuned into years, and still…
"Lezard, what's wrong? Something troubles you." He glanced down at the one in his arms who he'd sworn meant nothing to him, before shaking his head and holding him closer.
"Nothing Melt, nothing at all…"
066. Rain (104)
Surferio was almost perpetually sunny, but it still got its fair share of rain. Roger didn't like the rain. There was enough water in Surferio already, and more just made it harder to go out and have adventures. Melt wasn't fond of it either, as rain brought clouds, and clouds blocked his view of the stars at night.
But despite their separate reasons for disliking rain, they could both agree on its good points. Rain might keep them inside all day and night, but when they used that time to explore every inch of each other's bodies thoroughly, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
067. Snow (160)
It had never snowed in Surferio; it was simply too hot for that. The only humanoids living there who had seen the frozen water flakes were the ones who'd traveled, and of the children in the small village, one only had gone any further than Peterny.
"Roger, you've been to Airyglyph… What's snow like?" He laughed at Dribe's curious question, as if snow was some mysterious foreign object… Though he supposed that maybe it was, to Dribe.
"It's not that great. It's really cold… But it is kinda pretty when it's fallin'… Oh, and you can roll it up into snowballs and throw 'em at people! That's so fun! And there are snowmen, and snow angels, and…" He paused as he caught sight of his friend's disappointed face. "…And I'll take ya to Airyglyph someday, okay? It'll be fun, just you and me."
Dribe's smile was warm enough for Roger to think he could face a blizzard at that moment.
068. Lightning (155)
Melt was the quiet one of the Surferio children; he'd even earned the nickname "the silent one" from his brother. Lucien knew better though. Okay, Melt didn't talk nearly as much as the rest of them, but that was because he didn't waste words. Sure, it might sound like he was just waxing poetic when he got talking about Kinza and Sorion, but he always had a good reason for doing so.
Plus, something that even Roger and Dribe didn't know was that quiet little Melt had a quick wit and a lightning tongue. The things he'd say when it was just the two of them were intelligent and witty, and if Lezard knew what his rival was saying about him behind his back, Lucien was likely to be an only child again.
…There was also the fact that Melt was a screamer, but Lucien had been threatened with castration if he ever told anyone.
069. Thunder (176)
Dribe hadn't never been fond of storms, but thunder and lightning didn't really scare him. No, only a few things scared him—the dark, anything that could eat him in the dark, losing those he'd cared about, and… His father.
His father had never liked that he had the "sissiest son in the whole damn village! You might as well of been a girl!" Dribe was never sure what hurt more, his father's thundering cries, or his mother's silence. Needless to say, he hardly stayed at home, instead staying with his friends when he was younger, or Lucien now that he was older. They day he could move out and go live with his boyfriend for good would no doubt be the happiest day of his life.
"Are you listening to me boy? Stop looking at your mother, she ain't gonna help you. And stop that damn crying you pansy!"
…But for now, he had to put up with the verbal and emotional abuse, praying all the while that he'd be in Lucien's safe arms soon.
070. Storm (151)
"W-we gotta get back," Lucien breathed out, accompanied by a low moan when Lezard hit that sensitive spot on his neck with his sharp teeth. The young alchemist chuckled, his nimble fingers playing with the button to his brother's pants teasingly.
"We'll tell them the storm kept us out. They'll never know what we're really doing. Unless you want to tell them…?" The button was swiftly undone, leaving Lezard free to accentuate his mocking question with an action that made his brother moan louder.
"Y-yeah right, like I'm gonna tell 'em that…" The younger humanoid smirked as Lucien bucked against his hand wantonly. It hadn't taken long for him to give in that day, not long at all.
"Then stop complaining and enjoy this, my excitable one. No one will be out in this storm, so prepare to be screaming my name very shortly."
Within three minutes, Lezard's words rang true.