Final Fantasy 6 (Kefka/Celes)
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kinkfestTitle: Friends & Lovers
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: sex, oral sex
Word count: 2,480
Summary: When Kefka releases Celes from imprisonment with the intention of making her like him, they have one last encounter for old time's sake.
Prompt: #13. Final Fantasy VI, Kefka/Celes: Intimacy/old friendships turned bad - "I always knew you'd end up like this"
Friends and Lovers
“I always knew you’d end up like this.” Kefka dragged the back of one hand along Celes’ cheek, strangely gentle in spite of the fact he’d become a monster.
It was tempting to look away, to ignore him. She’d been expecting him to arrive, to take pleasure in her suffering, to torture her until there was nothing left of her spirit, and then leave her to die. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of pleading. She hoped she wouldn’t scream when the time came to endure his torment.
She tried to keep her voice even as the corners of her mouth quirked into a smile. “Get on with it, Kefka. You always did talk too much.”
The smile flickered at his lips before settling into a less than pleasant grin. “And, you, my love, have always been a woman of few words.” He stepped back to admire her, looking her up and down. “Such a waste.”
She wasn’t much to look at--not now--and she knew it. They’d left her chained to the wall for three days and though they’d fed and watered her, she knew the remains of the bodysuit she’d worn beneath her armor smelled like monster shit left baking in the noon day sun.
And yet, his eyes lingered on her, the unpleasant grin settled into a sad smile. “We could have been happy together.”
Unable to look at him, to think of what he’d become, Celes turned her head. “Get it over with,” she snapped. “There’s no use thinking of what might have been.”
“What still could be.”
He’d said it so softly she was wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly, but the feel of his hand on her cheek, on her arm, begged her to turn his way. It wasn’t a monster standing before her, but a man. A man that looked so much like the frightened boy she’d grown up with, that she’d tried to escape with...when they were younger, before they’d both been brainwashed and experimented on.
She wondered at the difference between them. Where was that fine line? What was the dosage of magicite that had sent him across that line, spiraling out of control, turned him into a sometimes monster unable to control his hatred and desire?
It wasn’t a monster that stood before her now, but a man, and as long as he was a man, there was a chance to save him.
“It’s not as much fun that way,” she said, her voice husky as he ran one hand across her chest.
For a moment, Kefka was still, his eyes pressed closed. “It can never be like it was,” he whispered with more clarity to his voice than she’d heard in a long time.
“But, it can be,” she insisted. He was still in there somewhere, the man he’d been before the Empire had pumped him full of concentrated magicite. “Kefka, listen to me. I know you can hear me. Please.”
His eyes snapped open suddenly, a flash of madness in them before he regained control. Celes swallowed hard. She was taking her life into her own hands trying to reason with him. It wasn’t like fighting where courage would overcome. Winning him back would take more cunning, more emotion…and emotion was something in short supply. The Empire had drilled it out of her. Not that she and Kefka hadn’t had more than their share of stolen moments.
But over the past year, he’d succumbed to the madness.
“Once more, then,” she said, her voice even. “For old time’s sake.”
“I can’t even trust you any more,” he lamented, dragging his eyes away from her. “You’ll betray me the way you betrayed them.”
“They’re evil. They made you—made me—what we are.”
“Gods,” he whispered, a smile playing at his lips. “They’re frightened of us, you know.” He met her eyes and his smile deepened. “That’s why they attempt to control me, why they keep you here.” He indicated the room with a sweep of one hand. “In chains.”
“We could fight them together.”
“We could rule together, you and I.” He cupped her chin with one hand, leaned in to brush his lips against hers.
His hand dropped to the zippered opening of her jumpsuit. Grasping the tag at the top of the zipper, he slid it down. Celes shivered in anticipation, wondering if he dared touch her, wondering what he had in mind.
“Kefka.” She whispered his name into his wild shock of blond hair.
He shuddered. “Celes, my love.”
He stopped when the zipper hung open to her navel, revealing the short cotton undershirt she wore beneath. She was tired of being beaten, tired of hanging chained to the wall alone. Leaning forward, she brushed against him, hoping he remembered, hoping he’d respond.
“Don’t leave me here,” she whispered.
“I won’t,” he promised, drawing a syringe from the pocket of his robe.
Celes drew in a deep breath and held it. The syringe could be anything. A potion to kill her, most likely. Maybe there wasn’t hope for him after all.
He set the syringe aside, on a small metal table he pulled up beside them, slipping both hands inside her jump suit while he regarded it with somber eyes. “I’m going to make you like me,” he said in a distant voice. His eyes turned to regard her eagerly while his hands slid behind her back, pulling her close so he could press against her. “You’ll be a goddess to my god.”
Like him. Thoughts of madness frightened her like death never could. Everyone died sometime. She was a warrior; she expected a violent death when she met her end. But madness?
There’s no way I’ll let you make me like you.
A last lingering touch, filled with promise, his fingertips trailed across her skin. Magic sparks flickered across his fingertips as he withdrew his hands. One flick of the wrist and the sparks snaked out across the distance that separated them to destroy the manacles that held her fast.
“What about the guards?” she asked, rubbing her chafed wrists as she glanced at the door.
Kefka’s lips curled into a smile. “You didn’t think I’d leave them alive, did you? No witnesses, my love. We’ll take them by surprise and crush them.” The chain crumbled in his hand. “Then we, alone, will rule this world.”
“What of the goddesses?” It wasn’t so much that she was religious, but the magicite had come from Espers and the Espers had to have come from somewhere originally.
“They’ll give us no trouble.” He tossed what was left of the chains aside, returning his attention to her. All of it. The madness had once again fled, replaced with lust and maybe even a spark of the emotion they’d once shared.
If she was going to save him, if they were going to escape, she had to make sure the madness never returned, make sure she could hold it at bay until she found a way to reverse it and claim him as her own.
“It’s been so long,” she whispered, tugging on the arms of her jumpsuit.
He stilled her hands, his larger cupped over her long, delicate fingers. “Mmmm, not yet. That’s my favorite part.”
She met his grin with one of her own. “We won’t be here long, then, will we?”
“Maybe not favorite,” he amended, “but anticipation is half the fun.”
Anticipation had already worked Celes’ gut into a frenzy and she found herself licking her lips as she pushed his outer robe off his shoulders and watched it pool at his feet on the floor.
“My turn.” He slid his hands beneath her jumpsuit and onto her shoulders, moving the jumpsuit back and off her shoulders in one swift movement.
The cool air brushed her undershirt, stirring the hairs on her arm until they stood on end.
“Mmmmm.” Kefka’s eyes dropped to her chest.
Her nipples poked at the thin fabric, made hard by the cold and desire. Her eyes dropped to his trousers. He strained against them, apparently longing for her as much as she did for him.
He captured her waist, pulling her against him, thrusting gently, which she took as an invitation to free him from his pants. He was hard and hot in her hands, trembling with excitement when she knelt to take him in her mouth.
He thrust instantly and Celes realized with sadness that he’d lost much of his self-control. But, she remembered what he liked as her lips trailed up and down the tender skin and her tongue sought out the most sensitive spots.
He came with a shudder and a roar of victory, throwing back his head as he emptied himself into her mouth and spilt onto her chin.
She expected the madness to claim him, expected him to descend upon her with the unknown contents of the syringe. Instead, he dropped to his knees and gathered her hands into his hands, clutching them desperately as he whispered, “Help me, Celes. I no longer know who I am.”
“I’ll help you,” she promised, whispering against his lips before claiming them with her own.
His hands slid beneath her shirt, gripping, kneading, exploring urgently. Celes leaned into his hands, needing, wanting more. He obliged willingly, teasing her taut nipples, thumbing them, pinching them, twisting them until a fire flared in her groin.
They slid to the polished floor together, Kefka kneeling over her, pulling the jumpsuit down her body until she lay clad in only her undershirt and panties. For a moment, he buried his face against her flat stomach and she was sure she felt tears, but they were gone before she could question him.
His fingers slid to the inside of her thigh, beneath the leg band of her panties, and into her, plunging, questing, probing as if he’d never explored her before. She thrust upward with her hips until he was embedded further, until she could tighten herself around him, pretend she could hold him there forever.
A smile twitched on his lips as he withdrew. Gathering her panties into his hands, he tugged them off, tossing him onto the wrinkled jumpsuit lying nearby. When she was free, he spread her legs, crawled between them and buried his face in the curls there.
His breath was hot and Celes squirmed, pressing against him, begging without words for more. He took his time. He had always taken his time. Knowing her body intimately, he knew what pleased her and what did not.
He nipped at her opening, at her clit, quick, playful bites that teased her, made her angry, excited her. His tongue dipped into her with long, languid strokes, lapping and licking, exploring in ways his fingers could not.
With a shudder, she thrust up to meet him. The leisurely strokes became rapid moves, darting in and out until he paused to lick his way around the edges of her vagina.
Celes moaned, reaching down to grab his hair, his head, to pull him closer. His tongue darted out to taste her clit, to lick circles around it before his lips claimed it, sucked it until she thought she’d die.
She panted, tried to pace herself, but the pressure in her groin built, spreading, growing until she wanted to scream. His fingers explored her legs, her backside, then darted inside her from behind, one, then two, shoved in and out, in and out until she did scream.
She came so hard it hurt. Kefka scrambled to his knees, thrusting his cock inside her, riding her orgasm as her back arched and pleasured exploded between her legs and spasmed through her body. She climaxed only to build and come again while he rocked in and out, thrusting against her until they joined. He came in a wash of release and magic that sent her into another orgasm, and then collapsed beside her, spent.
She wanted to hold him, wanted to cuddle him as they’d done when they were younger, but all she could think about was escape. Swiping tears from her eyes, she pressed her forehead against his arm, wondering how much time she had to get away.
She acted fast, leaping away from him, snatching her clothes from the floor. He moved quicker than she’d expected, grabbing her by one ankle while he scrambled up.
“Celes.”
“I won’t let you do it,” she whispered. “Kill me if you have to, but I won’t let you make me like you.”
The crazy light had vanished from his eyes, replaced by shock, astonishment, betrayal. She hesitated, torn between old feelings and doubt. In that instant, the insanity returned to set fire to his eyes and she knew she’d lost him forever.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so...” Swallowing the lump that rose in her throat, she clenched her jaw and pushed off him, catching him in the crotch with her heel.
When he doubled up, she snatched the hypo from the medical table. Before he could recover, she cast paralyze, knowing it wouldn’t hold him long. He was more powerful than she was; she was sure it was the magicite--too much magicite--that had driven him mad.
Anger flushed his face and he fought the magic spell, still holding his damaged flesh. “I’ll destroy you so completely it will be as if you never existed,” he growled.
“Good-bye,” she whispered. The Kefka she had loved was gone. All she’d seen was a shadow--a ghost--of the person he had been. “I’ll make them pay.” The Empire had destroyed him as it had almost destroyed her. “I promise.”
It cost the rest of her reserves to cast haste on herself. She lunged just as he broke free of paralyze, plunging the hypo into his chest. He staggered backward with a gasp, his hands wrapping around the tube, attempting to pull the needle from his chest. The arrogance faded with his consciousness.
He dropped to his knees and pitched forward, face first, onto the floor.
Celes took a deep breath and pushed memories of him--the way he’d been once--from her mind. He was no longer the gentle man she’d known. He was Kefka, madman, weapon of the Empire, and she’d take him down, take them down, by any means possible.
But, not while he was incapacitated. She’d never resort to battling him on his terms. With a sad shake of her head, Celes turned away while she pulled on her jumpsuit.. If she was lucky, she’d find her way out of the facility. If she wasn’t, she’d die fighting. But, she’d never fight for them, never kill for them, never trust a one of them again.
She couldn’t resist looking over her shoulder. One more time for old time’s sakes. “Funny, but I always knew you’d end up like this.”
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: sex, oral sex
Word count: 2,480
Summary: When Kefka releases Celes from imprisonment with the intention of making her like him, they have one last encounter for old time's sake.
Prompt: #13. Final Fantasy VI, Kefka/Celes: Intimacy/old friendships turned bad - "I always knew you'd end up like this"
Friends and Lovers
“I always knew you’d end up like this.” Kefka dragged the back of one hand along Celes’ cheek, strangely gentle in spite of the fact he’d become a monster.
It was tempting to look away, to ignore him. She’d been expecting him to arrive, to take pleasure in her suffering, to torture her until there was nothing left of her spirit, and then leave her to die. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of pleading. She hoped she wouldn’t scream when the time came to endure his torment.
She tried to keep her voice even as the corners of her mouth quirked into a smile. “Get on with it, Kefka. You always did talk too much.”
The smile flickered at his lips before settling into a less than pleasant grin. “And, you, my love, have always been a woman of few words.” He stepped back to admire her, looking her up and down. “Such a waste.”
She wasn’t much to look at--not now--and she knew it. They’d left her chained to the wall for three days and though they’d fed and watered her, she knew the remains of the bodysuit she’d worn beneath her armor smelled like monster shit left baking in the noon day sun.
And yet, his eyes lingered on her, the unpleasant grin settled into a sad smile. “We could have been happy together.”
Unable to look at him, to think of what he’d become, Celes turned her head. “Get it over with,” she snapped. “There’s no use thinking of what might have been.”
“What still could be.”
He’d said it so softly she was wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly, but the feel of his hand on her cheek, on her arm, begged her to turn his way. It wasn’t a monster standing before her, but a man. A man that looked so much like the frightened boy she’d grown up with, that she’d tried to escape with...when they were younger, before they’d both been brainwashed and experimented on.
She wondered at the difference between them. Where was that fine line? What was the dosage of magicite that had sent him across that line, spiraling out of control, turned him into a sometimes monster unable to control his hatred and desire?
It wasn’t a monster that stood before her now, but a man, and as long as he was a man, there was a chance to save him.
“It’s not as much fun that way,” she said, her voice husky as he ran one hand across her chest.
For a moment, Kefka was still, his eyes pressed closed. “It can never be like it was,” he whispered with more clarity to his voice than she’d heard in a long time.
“But, it can be,” she insisted. He was still in there somewhere, the man he’d been before the Empire had pumped him full of concentrated magicite. “Kefka, listen to me. I know you can hear me. Please.”
His eyes snapped open suddenly, a flash of madness in them before he regained control. Celes swallowed hard. She was taking her life into her own hands trying to reason with him. It wasn’t like fighting where courage would overcome. Winning him back would take more cunning, more emotion…and emotion was something in short supply. The Empire had drilled it out of her. Not that she and Kefka hadn’t had more than their share of stolen moments.
But over the past year, he’d succumbed to the madness.
“Once more, then,” she said, her voice even. “For old time’s sake.”
“I can’t even trust you any more,” he lamented, dragging his eyes away from her. “You’ll betray me the way you betrayed them.”
“They’re evil. They made you—made me—what we are.”
“Gods,” he whispered, a smile playing at his lips. “They’re frightened of us, you know.” He met her eyes and his smile deepened. “That’s why they attempt to control me, why they keep you here.” He indicated the room with a sweep of one hand. “In chains.”
“We could fight them together.”
“We could rule together, you and I.” He cupped her chin with one hand, leaned in to brush his lips against hers.
His hand dropped to the zippered opening of her jumpsuit. Grasping the tag at the top of the zipper, he slid it down. Celes shivered in anticipation, wondering if he dared touch her, wondering what he had in mind.
“Kefka.” She whispered his name into his wild shock of blond hair.
He shuddered. “Celes, my love.”
He stopped when the zipper hung open to her navel, revealing the short cotton undershirt she wore beneath. She was tired of being beaten, tired of hanging chained to the wall alone. Leaning forward, she brushed against him, hoping he remembered, hoping he’d respond.
“Don’t leave me here,” she whispered.
“I won’t,” he promised, drawing a syringe from the pocket of his robe.
Celes drew in a deep breath and held it. The syringe could be anything. A potion to kill her, most likely. Maybe there wasn’t hope for him after all.
He set the syringe aside, on a small metal table he pulled up beside them, slipping both hands inside her jump suit while he regarded it with somber eyes. “I’m going to make you like me,” he said in a distant voice. His eyes turned to regard her eagerly while his hands slid behind her back, pulling her close so he could press against her. “You’ll be a goddess to my god.”
Like him. Thoughts of madness frightened her like death never could. Everyone died sometime. She was a warrior; she expected a violent death when she met her end. But madness?
There’s no way I’ll let you make me like you.
A last lingering touch, filled with promise, his fingertips trailed across her skin. Magic sparks flickered across his fingertips as he withdrew his hands. One flick of the wrist and the sparks snaked out across the distance that separated them to destroy the manacles that held her fast.
“What about the guards?” she asked, rubbing her chafed wrists as she glanced at the door.
Kefka’s lips curled into a smile. “You didn’t think I’d leave them alive, did you? No witnesses, my love. We’ll take them by surprise and crush them.” The chain crumbled in his hand. “Then we, alone, will rule this world.”
“What of the goddesses?” It wasn’t so much that she was religious, but the magicite had come from Espers and the Espers had to have come from somewhere originally.
“They’ll give us no trouble.” He tossed what was left of the chains aside, returning his attention to her. All of it. The madness had once again fled, replaced with lust and maybe even a spark of the emotion they’d once shared.
If she was going to save him, if they were going to escape, she had to make sure the madness never returned, make sure she could hold it at bay until she found a way to reverse it and claim him as her own.
“It’s been so long,” she whispered, tugging on the arms of her jumpsuit.
He stilled her hands, his larger cupped over her long, delicate fingers. “Mmmm, not yet. That’s my favorite part.”
She met his grin with one of her own. “We won’t be here long, then, will we?”
“Maybe not favorite,” he amended, “but anticipation is half the fun.”
Anticipation had already worked Celes’ gut into a frenzy and she found herself licking her lips as she pushed his outer robe off his shoulders and watched it pool at his feet on the floor.
“My turn.” He slid his hands beneath her jumpsuit and onto her shoulders, moving the jumpsuit back and off her shoulders in one swift movement.
The cool air brushed her undershirt, stirring the hairs on her arm until they stood on end.
“Mmmmm.” Kefka’s eyes dropped to her chest.
Her nipples poked at the thin fabric, made hard by the cold and desire. Her eyes dropped to his trousers. He strained against them, apparently longing for her as much as she did for him.
He captured her waist, pulling her against him, thrusting gently, which she took as an invitation to free him from his pants. He was hard and hot in her hands, trembling with excitement when she knelt to take him in her mouth.
He thrust instantly and Celes realized with sadness that he’d lost much of his self-control. But, she remembered what he liked as her lips trailed up and down the tender skin and her tongue sought out the most sensitive spots.
He came with a shudder and a roar of victory, throwing back his head as he emptied himself into her mouth and spilt onto her chin.
She expected the madness to claim him, expected him to descend upon her with the unknown contents of the syringe. Instead, he dropped to his knees and gathered her hands into his hands, clutching them desperately as he whispered, “Help me, Celes. I no longer know who I am.”
“I’ll help you,” she promised, whispering against his lips before claiming them with her own.
His hands slid beneath her shirt, gripping, kneading, exploring urgently. Celes leaned into his hands, needing, wanting more. He obliged willingly, teasing her taut nipples, thumbing them, pinching them, twisting them until a fire flared in her groin.
They slid to the polished floor together, Kefka kneeling over her, pulling the jumpsuit down her body until she lay clad in only her undershirt and panties. For a moment, he buried his face against her flat stomach and she was sure she felt tears, but they were gone before she could question him.
His fingers slid to the inside of her thigh, beneath the leg band of her panties, and into her, plunging, questing, probing as if he’d never explored her before. She thrust upward with her hips until he was embedded further, until she could tighten herself around him, pretend she could hold him there forever.
A smile twitched on his lips as he withdrew. Gathering her panties into his hands, he tugged them off, tossing him onto the wrinkled jumpsuit lying nearby. When she was free, he spread her legs, crawled between them and buried his face in the curls there.
His breath was hot and Celes squirmed, pressing against him, begging without words for more. He took his time. He had always taken his time. Knowing her body intimately, he knew what pleased her and what did not.
He nipped at her opening, at her clit, quick, playful bites that teased her, made her angry, excited her. His tongue dipped into her with long, languid strokes, lapping and licking, exploring in ways his fingers could not.
With a shudder, she thrust up to meet him. The leisurely strokes became rapid moves, darting in and out until he paused to lick his way around the edges of her vagina.
Celes moaned, reaching down to grab his hair, his head, to pull him closer. His tongue darted out to taste her clit, to lick circles around it before his lips claimed it, sucked it until she thought she’d die.
She panted, tried to pace herself, but the pressure in her groin built, spreading, growing until she wanted to scream. His fingers explored her legs, her backside, then darted inside her from behind, one, then two, shoved in and out, in and out until she did scream.
She came so hard it hurt. Kefka scrambled to his knees, thrusting his cock inside her, riding her orgasm as her back arched and pleasured exploded between her legs and spasmed through her body. She climaxed only to build and come again while he rocked in and out, thrusting against her until they joined. He came in a wash of release and magic that sent her into another orgasm, and then collapsed beside her, spent.
She wanted to hold him, wanted to cuddle him as they’d done when they were younger, but all she could think about was escape. Swiping tears from her eyes, she pressed her forehead against his arm, wondering how much time she had to get away.
She acted fast, leaping away from him, snatching her clothes from the floor. He moved quicker than she’d expected, grabbing her by one ankle while he scrambled up.
“Celes.”
“I won’t let you do it,” she whispered. “Kill me if you have to, but I won’t let you make me like you.”
The crazy light had vanished from his eyes, replaced by shock, astonishment, betrayal. She hesitated, torn between old feelings and doubt. In that instant, the insanity returned to set fire to his eyes and she knew she’d lost him forever.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so...” Swallowing the lump that rose in her throat, she clenched her jaw and pushed off him, catching him in the crotch with her heel.
When he doubled up, she snatched the hypo from the medical table. Before he could recover, she cast paralyze, knowing it wouldn’t hold him long. He was more powerful than she was; she was sure it was the magicite--too much magicite--that had driven him mad.
Anger flushed his face and he fought the magic spell, still holding his damaged flesh. “I’ll destroy you so completely it will be as if you never existed,” he growled.
“Good-bye,” she whispered. The Kefka she had loved was gone. All she’d seen was a shadow--a ghost--of the person he had been. “I’ll make them pay.” The Empire had destroyed him as it had almost destroyed her. “I promise.”
It cost the rest of her reserves to cast haste on herself. She lunged just as he broke free of paralyze, plunging the hypo into his chest. He staggered backward with a gasp, his hands wrapping around the tube, attempting to pull the needle from his chest. The arrogance faded with his consciousness.
He dropped to his knees and pitched forward, face first, onto the floor.
Celes took a deep breath and pushed memories of him--the way he’d been once--from her mind. He was no longer the gentle man she’d known. He was Kefka, madman, weapon of the Empire, and she’d take him down, take them down, by any means possible.
But, not while he was incapacitated. She’d never resort to battling him on his terms. With a sad shake of her head, Celes turned away while she pulled on her jumpsuit.. If she was lucky, she’d find her way out of the facility. If she wasn’t, she’d die fighting. But, she’d never fight for them, never kill for them, never trust a one of them again.
She couldn’t resist looking over her shoulder. One more time for old time’s sakes. “Funny, but I always knew you’d end up like this.”
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Date: 2007-07-18 05:53 am (UTC)I enjoyed writing this story LOTS!