Final Fantasy XII (Cid/Venat)
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Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, spoilers
Word count: 1100
Summary: "You know you are not unwelcome."
Prompt: Final Fantasy XII, Venat/Cid: Talking during sex - similarities and differences.
The equation that sprawled across the page was a beautiful thing, but incomplete at best. Cid dropped his pen and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Still nothing."
The nethicite can bear more, under pressure. We will not be able to realize its full potential until we charge it further, Venat said.
"I suspected as much." Cid pushed his glasses more firmly up the bridge of his nose, and sighed. "We will need to modify the charging chamber, however." His hand was already reaching for the bell to summon his assistant when his gaze fell upon the clock on his desk. It was well past midnight; indeed, closer to dawn than dusk. His hand fell away. His assistant would have long since gone home to a well-deserved rest.
It will become tremendously powerful once it is accomplished.
"I know." Cid leaned back. "We are so close, and yet fall unexpectedly short. Frankly, my friend, it frustrates me."
It will come to fruition in due time. Venat's voice was as cool and sweet as the sound of harpstrings. Put it aside for now. You tire.
He felt soft prickling pressure -- not fingers, nothing like fingers -- on his shoulders. "I would give a great deal for a form like yours, without the limits of crude flesh."
The touch deepened, wringing tension from his stiff muscles and quieting the complaint of his neck and spine. But flesh can accomplish what spirit alone cannot. Be not dissatisfied with yourself. To be mortal and to walk directly on the earth is an awesome thing.
He rolled his head and felt pressure increase until it might as well have been hands. He drifted, his eyes drifting half-shut, and felt the ghostly touch of Venat's touch on his mind until, unbidden, his wife's image burned suddenly to his eyelids, and he snapped alert, tense once more.
Venat washed forward over him, like a balm. I have intruded. Forgive me.
He unwound a little. "You know you are not unwelcome."
I would not invade the sanctity of your thoughts. Venat paused. The thought drifts to the fore of your mind, almost to consciousness but not quite. I pulled it to consciousness by instinct only, not intent.
"Your apology is not necessary." Cid pulled his glasses off and set them on the desk. He felt Venat's misty tendrils coil around his shoulders again, draining off the copper-wire tightness of his shoulders. "I do not know why she comes to the fore now; she has been dead these twelve years. My grief is far from fresh."
There was a moment of silence, a long comfortable moment full only of the deepening of his breathing and Venat's soft hiss. Venat said, There is no one else associated with this touch, I think, so it is her you think of.
"True enough." Cid leaned back. "With any touch, indeed."
It is a long time, for an embodied being.
Cid chuckled. "And what would you know of what is a long time, for a hume?"
I have learned hume desires from their minds, Venat said. From your mind.
Cid did not gasp when the touch descended simultaneously down his back and over his shoulders to his chest. He hissed, instead, an imitation of Venat's own sound. "Is that an offer?"
An invitation.
"And what, pray tell, does it benefit you? It seems a selfish thing to ask."
He closed his eyes and felt buoyed, opened them again to luminous darkness and blue, like a thunderstorm-sky with gaps in the clouds. To relax you would further my comfort and both of our aims. The strengthening of bonds would not go amiss. And to do this would assuage my curiosity.
"One thing."
Yes?
"You are not Azheka; I would not confuse you with her. Be only Venat."
Of course, said Venat, and wrapped him like a strong wind.
He need not have worried. It was nothing like sharing a bed with Azheka.
In a moment he was on the low couch, the one on which Vayne set during their visits, and the not-hands that stripped his clothes were inhuman in their deftness and delicacy. When he opened his eyes, he saw darkness and shining blue like topazes. On his back, stripped bare, he felt the tingling touch all over his skin, almost light enough he could have imagined it, almost strong enough he could let it support his weight.
This is of course not quite what you remember.
"No. Cooler, and -- different." He stretched out beneath faint brushes against his skin, light as the flicker of eyelashes but leaving fire and ice in their wake. "But not bad for its difference."
Relax. Cool ran up the backs of his arms, raising fine hairs and gooseflesh. He shuddered, closed his eyes and opened them to darkness and brilliance. Here, and here -- Faint touches skipped over his nipples and down his stomach and then circled his phallus. Yes?
"Yes." He arched his hips into a grasp that was firm, tingling, but not wet -- smooth like silk. Entirely unlike the touch of a hume. "I shall embarrass myself with my haste."
A rippling sound, laugh or sigh: Be not ashamed. I shall not be displeased.
He breathed and closed his eyes. "You are a merciful being, Venat." Venat's firm stroking wrung a shudder from him, left him both numb and hyperalert, cold and burning. "It is -- with another hume, it is more frenetic, less... consistent -- we are both prey to the frailties of the flesh, rather than just, ah, one of us." The tight pressure around his phallus increased and he thrust without intending to, bracing a foot against the couch. Sparks burned into his skin, bright as the eyes above his own. He felt as overloaded as the nethicite he had not yet been able to perfect -- filled so full that he might explode in light and heat.
That pleases you.
"Very much. Yes." His breath came short. "If you would -- "
Of course. It felt as though Venat's voice itself encircled him, vibrating in his bones and in the hollow spaces of his abdomen and he tilted his head back and breathed hard.
Nearly, Venat said, and then there was warmth all around him, shot through with sparks of cold, and his ache transmuted to a high singing pleasure as he found his release. It was unlike any orgasm he had had before. Not better, nor worse, but -- unlike.
He did not move, or speak, for a long time.
Rest now, Venat said. I will watch over you and wake you in the morning.
He smiled, eyes still shut, choosing not to look again. "You are good to me, my friend."
Author:
sister_coyoteRating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, spoilers
Word count: 1100
Summary: "You know you are not unwelcome."
Prompt: Final Fantasy XII, Venat/Cid: Talking during sex - similarities and differences.
The equation that sprawled across the page was a beautiful thing, but incomplete at best. Cid dropped his pen and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Still nothing."
The nethicite can bear more, under pressure. We will not be able to realize its full potential until we charge it further, Venat said.
"I suspected as much." Cid pushed his glasses more firmly up the bridge of his nose, and sighed. "We will need to modify the charging chamber, however." His hand was already reaching for the bell to summon his assistant when his gaze fell upon the clock on his desk. It was well past midnight; indeed, closer to dawn than dusk. His hand fell away. His assistant would have long since gone home to a well-deserved rest.
It will become tremendously powerful once it is accomplished.
"I know." Cid leaned back. "We are so close, and yet fall unexpectedly short. Frankly, my friend, it frustrates me."
It will come to fruition in due time. Venat's voice was as cool and sweet as the sound of harpstrings. Put it aside for now. You tire.
He felt soft prickling pressure -- not fingers, nothing like fingers -- on his shoulders. "I would give a great deal for a form like yours, without the limits of crude flesh."
The touch deepened, wringing tension from his stiff muscles and quieting the complaint of his neck and spine. But flesh can accomplish what spirit alone cannot. Be not dissatisfied with yourself. To be mortal and to walk directly on the earth is an awesome thing.
He rolled his head and felt pressure increase until it might as well have been hands. He drifted, his eyes drifting half-shut, and felt the ghostly touch of Venat's touch on his mind until, unbidden, his wife's image burned suddenly to his eyelids, and he snapped alert, tense once more.
Venat washed forward over him, like a balm. I have intruded. Forgive me.
He unwound a little. "You know you are not unwelcome."
I would not invade the sanctity of your thoughts. Venat paused. The thought drifts to the fore of your mind, almost to consciousness but not quite. I pulled it to consciousness by instinct only, not intent.
"Your apology is not necessary." Cid pulled his glasses off and set them on the desk. He felt Venat's misty tendrils coil around his shoulders again, draining off the copper-wire tightness of his shoulders. "I do not know why she comes to the fore now; she has been dead these twelve years. My grief is far from fresh."
There was a moment of silence, a long comfortable moment full only of the deepening of his breathing and Venat's soft hiss. Venat said, There is no one else associated with this touch, I think, so it is her you think of.
"True enough." Cid leaned back. "With any touch, indeed."
It is a long time, for an embodied being.
Cid chuckled. "And what would you know of what is a long time, for a hume?"
I have learned hume desires from their minds, Venat said. From your mind.
Cid did not gasp when the touch descended simultaneously down his back and over his shoulders to his chest. He hissed, instead, an imitation of Venat's own sound. "Is that an offer?"
An invitation.
"And what, pray tell, does it benefit you? It seems a selfish thing to ask."
He closed his eyes and felt buoyed, opened them again to luminous darkness and blue, like a thunderstorm-sky with gaps in the clouds. To relax you would further my comfort and both of our aims. The strengthening of bonds would not go amiss. And to do this would assuage my curiosity.
"One thing."
Yes?
"You are not Azheka; I would not confuse you with her. Be only Venat."
Of course, said Venat, and wrapped him like a strong wind.
He need not have worried. It was nothing like sharing a bed with Azheka.
In a moment he was on the low couch, the one on which Vayne set during their visits, and the not-hands that stripped his clothes were inhuman in their deftness and delicacy. When he opened his eyes, he saw darkness and shining blue like topazes. On his back, stripped bare, he felt the tingling touch all over his skin, almost light enough he could have imagined it, almost strong enough he could let it support his weight.
This is of course not quite what you remember.
"No. Cooler, and -- different." He stretched out beneath faint brushes against his skin, light as the flicker of eyelashes but leaving fire and ice in their wake. "But not bad for its difference."
Relax. Cool ran up the backs of his arms, raising fine hairs and gooseflesh. He shuddered, closed his eyes and opened them to darkness and brilliance. Here, and here -- Faint touches skipped over his nipples and down his stomach and then circled his phallus. Yes?
"Yes." He arched his hips into a grasp that was firm, tingling, but not wet -- smooth like silk. Entirely unlike the touch of a hume. "I shall embarrass myself with my haste."
A rippling sound, laugh or sigh: Be not ashamed. I shall not be displeased.
He breathed and closed his eyes. "You are a merciful being, Venat." Venat's firm stroking wrung a shudder from him, left him both numb and hyperalert, cold and burning. "It is -- with another hume, it is more frenetic, less... consistent -- we are both prey to the frailties of the flesh, rather than just, ah, one of us." The tight pressure around his phallus increased and he thrust without intending to, bracing a foot against the couch. Sparks burned into his skin, bright as the eyes above his own. He felt as overloaded as the nethicite he had not yet been able to perfect -- filled so full that he might explode in light and heat.
That pleases you.
"Very much. Yes." His breath came short. "If you would -- "
Of course. It felt as though Venat's voice itself encircled him, vibrating in his bones and in the hollow spaces of his abdomen and he tilted his head back and breathed hard.
Nearly, Venat said, and then there was warmth all around him, shot through with sparks of cold, and his ache transmuted to a high singing pleasure as he found his release. It was unlike any orgasm he had had before. Not better, nor worse, but -- unlike.
He did not move, or speak, for a long time.
Rest now, Venat said. I will watch over you and wake you in the morning.
He smiled, eyes still shut, choosing not to look again. "You are good to me, my friend."
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