Digital Devil Saga (Lupa/Gale)
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kinkfestTitle: Not Coming Back
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daniela_lynx
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None. Spoilers of the first game, if you don't know who Lupa is.
Word Count: 1389
Prompt: 56. Shin Megami Tensei: Digital Devil Saga, Lupa/Gale: Having ability to touch restricted - "I'm too weary to rest since I noticed coming second best is close to ideal."
A/N: ^__________^ Just finished it, five minutes before the deadline!
Against Vayu’s basic survival instinct, Gale let Lupa corner him against the grimy wall; without really knowing why he authorised a move that may have meant his death, perhaps driven by the need to understand what was crossing the Wolves’s leader mind.
Probably he was testing him, just like he did himself before they entered the waterways.
Lupa, however, didn’t retreat but lifted his chin with a hand, the skin of his fingers rough from the eternal weight of guns. He was studying his expression, Gale noted, and answered the scrutinizing glare with one of his own.
“Why aren’t you with your tribe?” He finally asked, moving his hand to the wall.
“You are not devouring.” Gale replied, slowly exhaling when Lupa lowered his eyes, as if confirming it. “It was my duty to remind you what might happen if you don’t”
There was silence, and then...
“I was right when I said you were a man of honour, strategist.” He said, and the ghost of a smile tweaked his lips. “However, that’s my decision to make.”
“It is not.” Gale lifted his hand, displaying the second tag ring he was wearing.
As unsuitable an emotion like fear was, he couldn’t help but be worried for his new ally. This honour he talked about, he didn’t comprehend it, and it wasn’t consistent with his behaviour in a level he could grasp. In order to keep his part of the deal, Lupa was going to protect them; but his refusal to eat was counterproductive to this very same purpose. In the likely case he went insane, his same protégés would have to fight him, and then...
Usually, Gale could think at least seven moves ahead, based on analysis and probabilities. Still, he was not able to anticipate the outcome of such a battle.
“After seeing what this carnage has done to my comrades, I vowed to never eat human flesh again, Gale.” Lupa said as softly as his hoarse voice let him.
“The hunger will bring you madness. In that case, we won’t reach the Temple together.” Gale replied, and it had to be hunger, already lurking in his eyes, because it was the only explanation his mind could supply to the almost painful intensity of the expression Lupa gave him, the way a broad hand squeezed his hip.
He couldn’t remember when they got so close, couldn’t even recall the warning scream of Vayu inside his head. Lupa’s mouth was over his, and this wasn’t devouring either, it had a name and a face (the crying woman?) but that was beyond his reach as well.
He didn’t want it. This quickening of his pulse and the brief pleasure he had felt with a simple brush of lips, he didn’t want it. It had been too much time fighting against the unpredictable reactions the demons had brought, the instability. Until now, he had succeeded.
But he wasn’t pushing Lupa away.
“Being able to be second best to your tribe is enough of an honour for me.” Gale felt Lupa’s breath hot against his neck, and suddenly he was certain he wouldn’t be able to keep himself unaltered anymore. This man was going to complete what the image of the crying woman had uncoiled inside of him. And when he lifted a leg, it was not for fighting, but to keep him where he was. It was an action more suited for a subordinate than a collaborator, but he didn’t mind at all.
It wasn’t unwelcome, the warmth of a tongue that didn’t taste like blood, gradually draining away every bit of Gale’s concentration. There was no point in denying this, not when the sensation alone, raw and base and contrasting with the deliberate slowness of the movements, was enough to weaken his knees. He sought leverage in the leg between his, rocked against it with an exhalation, tangled his fingers in messy dreadlocks to kiss back.
Suddenly it was over, and he was panting and staring directly into Lupa’s eyes, who seemed to be looking for something changed in his face, something...
Carefully, Lupa took Gale’s hands in his and pinned them to the wall. Gale couldn’t help writhing a bit, somewhere between confusion and a sudden lack of trust, but he didn’t free himself.
“You are not ready.” Lupa muttered, as an only explanation. Gale knew it had to do with his still grey eyes, and said nothing, already prepared to call this nonsense off and return to his tribe. There was an unfamiliar ache gathering between his legs, and a sense of disappointment, but it was nothing he couldn’t deal with. “May I...?”
The sound that escaped from his lips, he couldn’t have stopped it. A broad palm was cupping him through the codpiece, the thick material of the uniform preventing him from feeling the experience on its entirety, and yet the pressure was enough to work something inside him. Gale felt the need to regain some control over his hands, something to grab and act as a support because he was sure his legs wouldn’t do, but he didn’t make a move to free them. There was a reason for this, and he wanted to know it. Lupa stroked him, then removed his hand, asking for permission once again. Gale agreed with a groan. He would have unfastened himself the armour as an answer, had he have a chance to.
He wanted this. It was illogical, and contradicted everything he ever learnt, but he assumed he was starting to change already, and it was impossible to fear the process when Lupa was unzipping his underclothes with deft fingers, holding his sight every second. His breath hitched when Lupa paused a moment to caress his thighs, squeezing and exploring what he reached of his legs, then took him in his hand. Thought process blurred, and Gale didn’t care. The demon in the back of his head was growling, pleased, and so did he, pushing his hips forward. Lupa brushed a thumb over the tip, his hand going up and down with alarming slowness and the feel of urgency and sheer pleasure of it tore sounds from his throat, made him struggle. Gale tipped his head to reach for Lupa’s lips, kissing again, the pressure building inside growing with every stroke, thrusting his hips when the speed was not enough to relieve it. Faster, he went, and soon the pleasure was too much for him to bear. He let go and came over Lupa’s hand, shaking.
Gale was conscious his eyes had flashed green somewhere in the moment, and had immediately forced them back. It hadn’t been willingly, but a reflex, a matter of habit. He closed them, discontent with himself, and tried to regain his breath.
They stood there, holding close for almost a minute. Gale was the first to move, cleaning himself with an unsteady hand before retrieving his armour from the floor and adjusting it once again. Lupa watched him recover from the peak of orgasm, an ineffable expression on his face, and Gale was suddenly certain he didn’t knew what else to do as well.
He noticed the state Lupa was in when he brushed a hip against the bulge between his legs by mere accident. Ah. It had come to him as a late thought, and silently offered assistance, albeit a bit hesitantly: He wanted to reciprocate, and for once it was not a matter of fairness, but desire to touch him as well and make him feel the same he did, whatever it was.
Lupa took his hand, stroking a thumb over the knuckles, and didn’t let him. The feel of the second tag ring in his fingers reminded Gale the reason they were there. It was disappointing, yes, but he was profoundly confident this mission would be a success. After the campaign through the waterways was over, they would have some time, even if it were only a tactic break before defying Ajna.
Yes. They would be able, then. He... Lupa could help him clear everything he wanted to understand: This feeling of attachment different from loyalty, the nature of these actions, of honour and trust.
“Search us if you feel the madness near.” Gale said. “Sera will be able to help you.”
Lupa nodded and disappeared in the corridors with a smile.
Author:
daniela_lynxRating: NC-17
Warnings: None. Spoilers of the first game, if you don't know who Lupa is.
Word Count: 1389
Prompt: 56. Shin Megami Tensei: Digital Devil Saga, Lupa/Gale: Having ability to touch restricted - "I'm too weary to rest since I noticed coming second best is close to ideal."
A/N: ^__________^ Just finished it, five minutes before the deadline!
Against Vayu’s basic survival instinct, Gale let Lupa corner him against the grimy wall; without really knowing why he authorised a move that may have meant his death, perhaps driven by the need to understand what was crossing the Wolves’s leader mind.
Probably he was testing him, just like he did himself before they entered the waterways.
Lupa, however, didn’t retreat but lifted his chin with a hand, the skin of his fingers rough from the eternal weight of guns. He was studying his expression, Gale noted, and answered the scrutinizing glare with one of his own.
“Why aren’t you with your tribe?” He finally asked, moving his hand to the wall.
“You are not devouring.” Gale replied, slowly exhaling when Lupa lowered his eyes, as if confirming it. “It was my duty to remind you what might happen if you don’t”
There was silence, and then...
“I was right when I said you were a man of honour, strategist.” He said, and the ghost of a smile tweaked his lips. “However, that’s my decision to make.”
“It is not.” Gale lifted his hand, displaying the second tag ring he was wearing.
As unsuitable an emotion like fear was, he couldn’t help but be worried for his new ally. This honour he talked about, he didn’t comprehend it, and it wasn’t consistent with his behaviour in a level he could grasp. In order to keep his part of the deal, Lupa was going to protect them; but his refusal to eat was counterproductive to this very same purpose. In the likely case he went insane, his same protégés would have to fight him, and then...
Usually, Gale could think at least seven moves ahead, based on analysis and probabilities. Still, he was not able to anticipate the outcome of such a battle.
“After seeing what this carnage has done to my comrades, I vowed to never eat human flesh again, Gale.” Lupa said as softly as his hoarse voice let him.
“The hunger will bring you madness. In that case, we won’t reach the Temple together.” Gale replied, and it had to be hunger, already lurking in his eyes, because it was the only explanation his mind could supply to the almost painful intensity of the expression Lupa gave him, the way a broad hand squeezed his hip.
He couldn’t remember when they got so close, couldn’t even recall the warning scream of Vayu inside his head. Lupa’s mouth was over his, and this wasn’t devouring either, it had a name and a face (the crying woman?) but that was beyond his reach as well.
He didn’t want it. This quickening of his pulse and the brief pleasure he had felt with a simple brush of lips, he didn’t want it. It had been too much time fighting against the unpredictable reactions the demons had brought, the instability. Until now, he had succeeded.
But he wasn’t pushing Lupa away.
“Being able to be second best to your tribe is enough of an honour for me.” Gale felt Lupa’s breath hot against his neck, and suddenly he was certain he wouldn’t be able to keep himself unaltered anymore. This man was going to complete what the image of the crying woman had uncoiled inside of him. And when he lifted a leg, it was not for fighting, but to keep him where he was. It was an action more suited for a subordinate than a collaborator, but he didn’t mind at all.
It wasn’t unwelcome, the warmth of a tongue that didn’t taste like blood, gradually draining away every bit of Gale’s concentration. There was no point in denying this, not when the sensation alone, raw and base and contrasting with the deliberate slowness of the movements, was enough to weaken his knees. He sought leverage in the leg between his, rocked against it with an exhalation, tangled his fingers in messy dreadlocks to kiss back.
Suddenly it was over, and he was panting and staring directly into Lupa’s eyes, who seemed to be looking for something changed in his face, something...
Carefully, Lupa took Gale’s hands in his and pinned them to the wall. Gale couldn’t help writhing a bit, somewhere between confusion and a sudden lack of trust, but he didn’t free himself.
“You are not ready.” Lupa muttered, as an only explanation. Gale knew it had to do with his still grey eyes, and said nothing, already prepared to call this nonsense off and return to his tribe. There was an unfamiliar ache gathering between his legs, and a sense of disappointment, but it was nothing he couldn’t deal with. “May I...?”
The sound that escaped from his lips, he couldn’t have stopped it. A broad palm was cupping him through the codpiece, the thick material of the uniform preventing him from feeling the experience on its entirety, and yet the pressure was enough to work something inside him. Gale felt the need to regain some control over his hands, something to grab and act as a support because he was sure his legs wouldn’t do, but he didn’t make a move to free them. There was a reason for this, and he wanted to know it. Lupa stroked him, then removed his hand, asking for permission once again. Gale agreed with a groan. He would have unfastened himself the armour as an answer, had he have a chance to.
He wanted this. It was illogical, and contradicted everything he ever learnt, but he assumed he was starting to change already, and it was impossible to fear the process when Lupa was unzipping his underclothes with deft fingers, holding his sight every second. His breath hitched when Lupa paused a moment to caress his thighs, squeezing and exploring what he reached of his legs, then took him in his hand. Thought process blurred, and Gale didn’t care. The demon in the back of his head was growling, pleased, and so did he, pushing his hips forward. Lupa brushed a thumb over the tip, his hand going up and down with alarming slowness and the feel of urgency and sheer pleasure of it tore sounds from his throat, made him struggle. Gale tipped his head to reach for Lupa’s lips, kissing again, the pressure building inside growing with every stroke, thrusting his hips when the speed was not enough to relieve it. Faster, he went, and soon the pleasure was too much for him to bear. He let go and came over Lupa’s hand, shaking.
Gale was conscious his eyes had flashed green somewhere in the moment, and had immediately forced them back. It hadn’t been willingly, but a reflex, a matter of habit. He closed them, discontent with himself, and tried to regain his breath.
They stood there, holding close for almost a minute. Gale was the first to move, cleaning himself with an unsteady hand before retrieving his armour from the floor and adjusting it once again. Lupa watched him recover from the peak of orgasm, an ineffable expression on his face, and Gale was suddenly certain he didn’t knew what else to do as well.
He noticed the state Lupa was in when he brushed a hip against the bulge between his legs by mere accident. Ah. It had come to him as a late thought, and silently offered assistance, albeit a bit hesitantly: He wanted to reciprocate, and for once it was not a matter of fairness, but desire to touch him as well and make him feel the same he did, whatever it was.
Lupa took his hand, stroking a thumb over the knuckles, and didn’t let him. The feel of the second tag ring in his fingers reminded Gale the reason they were there. It was disappointing, yes, but he was profoundly confident this mission would be a success. After the campaign through the waterways was over, they would have some time, even if it were only a tactic break before defying Ajna.
Yes. They would be able, then. He... Lupa could help him clear everything he wanted to understand: This feeling of attachment different from loyalty, the nature of these actions, of honour and trust.
“Search us if you feel the madness near.” Gale said. “Sera will be able to help you.”
Lupa nodded and disappeared in the corridors with a smile.
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Date: 2007-07-04 04:24 am (UTC)Pss, the spaces in the last line of Gale.*glomps* You know? What I like the most of this piece is how well you can capture Gale's personality.
And the title... ;w;
Oh, and this is really hot. You can write porn, you see? xD
*Icon twins 8D*
Date: 2007-07-04 04:33 am (UTC)Fixed!*is happily glomped* T-thanks a lot! I put a lot of effort on that, I love Gale too much to fail writing him OOCly ;w;
*sobs* Life is pain. The title proves it.
I caaaaan't XD I had the idea for the fic for almost a month, but the porn didn't want to happen!
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Date: 2007-07-04 05:33 am (UTC)Omigod, this was a carry on from the previous round that didn't get picked up and I'm SO DAMN GLAD YOU TOOK IT because you've done it so much justice, I, omigod :D.
Gale's just so... *Gale*ish, it's fabulous, and I love how the whole piece has this sort of logically progressing feel to it? It's brilliant. Lupa is pure hotness condensed, as per usual (speaking of which, I have been up all night, am longing for a snack, and just remembered on writing that sentence we have condensed milk in the cupboard, YAY), and just... mmph.
Also, the way you used the lyric? Love it (goldfish and paracetamol is one of my favourite songs ever for sheer weirdness).
*big hugs*
I'm so happy with what you did with it :D.
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Date: 2007-07-04 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-05 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-05 10:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-05 07:38 pm (UTC)I... Usually I obsess over characterization, even more the first times I write for a fandom. I love Gale to pieces, he's one of my favourites, and writing his POV was fun, but boy it was challenging. I also was kind of worried about the flow of the fic, since it's the first time I write something directly in English. (Usually I write in Spanish/Spanglish, then translate.)
*Hugs back, yay!*
In a not-related note, and kind of delayed agreement: I love condensed milk 8D It's specially good with pancakes *thumbs up*
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Date: 2007-07-05 03:32 am (UTC)I really really loved this, I think you wrote the characters marvelously, completely them all through.
Amazing job!
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Date: 2007-07-05 07:32 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it ^__^ Characterization is one of the things I obsess over... It's thanks to Noemi, who uploaded the videos so I could soak on their interaction before starting to write XD
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Date: 2007-12-29 12:53 pm (UTC)XD XD XD