Final Fantasy VI (Celes/Setzer)
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kinkfestTitle: Diva
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: graphic sex, anal sex
Word count: 2,580
Summary: Celes and Setzer get it on while they're hiding from Imperial troops.
Prompt: #12. Final Fantasy VI, Celes/Setzer: Adrenaline rush - Non-romantic motivations for sex; no strings attached.
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Diva
She hadn’t liked him at first. Being dragged from center stage when you’re being forced to impersonate a diva and prevent her kidnapping was not the kind of thing that endeared you to the man who kidnapped you instead. In fact, it had been difficult to resist the urge to let him have it when he’d ogled her as he’d stuttered, “Y...you’re not Maria.”
She might have flattened him have it if it hadn’t been for the fact that he’d had something they’d seriously needed: transportation in the form of the sleekest, sharpest airship she’d ever seen. Nothing the Empire had could touch it, so they’d decided to take a chance and trust him.
Good thing, too, because he was watching her back now while she attempted to break into the top secret offices of a heavily guarded Imperial research facility. In. Broad. Daylight. Their team had separated as soon as they’d hit the gate; Setzer had been paired with her and they’d been instructed to search for any living espers as well as research notes regarding Kefka.
She’d taken out half a dozen guards herself before she heard the zing of Setzer’s cards behind her. She couldn’t help but admire the stealth with which he wielded them, the accuracy with which he dispatched his targets. If they were lucky, no one would take notice of the guards until shift change. The research teams, themselves, weren’t working because of equipment malfunction. A malfunction they’d helped create.
Everything looked different from when they’d taken her there as a child to perform tests and pump her full of magicite. Fortunately, once they’d realized their error with Kefka, they hadn’t made the same mistakes with her.
The polished floors reflected the dim lighting recessed in the ceiling, throwing shadows against the walls and the frosted glass of containment units. In some, she could see movement, in others, only dark blobs of inert matter. It was impossible to tell whether the espers in those glass cages still lived or whether they’d already been drained of their energy by Kefka and the Empire.
By freeing the living espers, they’d rob him of the chance to enhance his powers further. By finding the notes, they might be able to discover a weakness that would make him more vulnerable to their attacks.
An angry male voice called out behind her, his words drowned out by sounds of a scuffle.
Gods, Setzer. What did you do? He was supposed to be standing watch, not engaging the enemy in battle.
Her step quickened. If the military knew they were in, she only had a matter of time in which to find the documents they needed and escape. She hoped Setzer would do likewise.
One turn, then another, and she found herself facing a long hall lined with offices and research labs. Windows fronting the hall made it easy to eliminate the useless tech labs and made searching for the bio labs easier.
It wasn’t until she reached an intersection of hallways that Setzer caught up with her as he slid around a corner.
“Run,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he swept her along on his dash down the hall.
Her heart pounded in time with the thud of footsteps behind them. At least a dozen armored troops, she judged, from the weight with which their feet hit the floor.
Bastards. They’d been leaked faulty information and had fallen for it. They should have known better. They’d stumbled into a trap.
He shoved her into one of half a dozen office doors that hung open on either side of the hall and then followed her in. He herded her further back into the complex suite of rooms, in one office and through it to another, while the footsteps grew louder behind them.
She cursed him mentally for trapping them. It would have been better to stand and fight than die trapped in a corner in some miserable Imperial office. Her fingertips glowed at the first sound of soldiers in the front office.
Setzer grabbed her hand, squelching the magic at the cost of burns to his hand. Shaking his head, he motioned her through another door and into a lab filled with shining counters and meticulously maintained equipment. A soft bleep masked their footsteps. An eerie green security light cast their shadows as wispy monsters on the wall.
“They’re not looking for us,” he whispered after they’d taken refuge behind a free-standing counter in the back of the room.
She wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but she couldn’t. Whatever the soldiers were looking for, they could still be found. And, unless she missed her guess, their faces—or at least hers—were plastered all over every Imperial outpost, with hefty rewards offered beneath.
“I think I found something,” a male voice shouted in the distance.
“This way,” a woman directed. “In here. Check out every closet, every corner. And watch out for magic. There’s no telling what tricks they’ll use if you corner them.”
When the voices died to whispers, she could no longer make out the words. Her eyes met Setzer’s. He laid one finger across his lips. She frowned in unspoken question, wondering who the hell the commotion was about if it wasn’t for them. Their comrades had taken other directions; they should be the only rebels loose in the research facility.
Espers, he mouthed.
“Esp…”
He covered her mouth before the word could escape, shaking his head, frantic. They listened; Celes heard the brush of movement an office over. Then Setzer removed his hand.
You freed them? she mouthed.
When he nodded, she grinned. Maybe it was his profession that made him so quick on his feet.
Breaking glass shattered the temporary silence in the next room. Celes’ eyes darted around the lab, searching for a more significant place to hide. When her gaze lit on a seemingly solid wall at the back of the room, her mind summoned images from her childhood: she and Kefka used to hide from the scientists in lab mazes and secret rooms.
Come on, she mouthed, drawing Setzer forward by one hand.
He followed, both of them creeping forward in a crouch, but she didn’t miss the way he continued to look over his shoulder as the renewed sound of voices neared the door.
It took her more anxious moments than she liked to remember the trick Kefka had taught her for finding the secret doors, but once she located, it took only a quick manipulation of hidden levers to actually get it open. They tumbled into the tiny, cramped room with the urgency of trapped animals, leaving the door only seconds to close shut behind them before she heard soldiers enter the room.
From where she lay on the floor, she listened to the sound of footsteps that made their way around the lab. The eerie green half-light filtered through some unseen crack, casting a pale glow that made their hiding place bearable. She wondered how long they’d be trapped there waiting for the soldiers to leave, wondered if she could adapt one of the magic spells at her disposal to free them from the facility and at least deposit them in the city outside. There were more places to hide, more avenues of escape, there.
And yet, even as her heart pounded, she didn’t miss the gleam of excitement in Setzer’s eyes, couldn’t deny the thrill of the chase, or the fact that the pounding of her heart was due as much to the fact of their close proximity as to the thought of being captured by Imperials.
It wasn’t long before her foot fell asleep and she knew they were going to have to shift if they were to stay hidden long. When she struggled for the room to straighten her leg, he half-stood, allowing her the space to move.
They fumbled in the dim light, taking care to avoid her sword as they maneuvered. When the voices increased outside, they stopped in mid-shift, her face against the wall, her back to him, while they listened to see if, in their indiscretion, they’d been discovered.
Bursts of fear only increased her desire for Setzer and she found herself pressing back against him as she moved away from the hidden door. His hands went around her, fastened on her breasts, his mouth latched onto the side of her neck. He nipped gently, insistently at the tender skin, while he pulled down at the neck of her shirt with one hand and slipped his other inside. Before she knew it, he was in her bra, reaching beneath her breast to cup it while his thumb and forefinger captured the nipple between them.
It was all she could do not to gasp. Instead, she pushed back against him, grabbing at his knees with her fingers, digging in until she felt him tense. His erection pressed against her ass and she wondered, in passing, what it would be like to be taken from behind.
His other hand found its way into her clothing to claim her free breast. His arms, criss-crossed over her chest, prevented any movement other than backwards. Not that she minded leaning against the warmth he provided. More than anything, she wanted out of her clothes, to feel the heat of his skin against hers, to feel his hands all over her, his cock inside her.
What began as gentle exploration, escalated quickly to rough pinches and squeezes, his fingers anxious and groping. Her back arched, her head dropped to his shoulder and pitched to one side, allowing him easier access to her throat.
He accepted the invitation with renewed vigor, biting and sucking before plunging his tongue deep into her ear. Heat passed between them, raising the temperature of their hiding place until she felt sweat dampen her shirt and slide down her back. His tongue twisted, licked, explored the outer edge of her ear. She rubbed up and down against his erection, ready for more.
His hands abandoned her breasts long enough to fuss with her breeches, his fingers, slicked with her sweat, unable to grasp the fasteners in a firm hold. Her own hands trembled as she popped them open, as she captured one of his hands, and guided it down inside her panties.
She ran her smaller fingers over his larger as his palm slid against her, raising painful sparks of anticipation, fanning her desire. She wrapped her fingers around his, trying to guide him, but he shook her off and thrust his fingers inside her, instead, where they slipped in and out, slicked with her fluids, wet and warm against the insides of her thighs.
He moaned against her, his erection pressing into her back. Dragging his hand out of her pants, he pushed his fingers into her mouth. She took his hand in both of hers, licked the tips of his fingers, sucked until he pulled his hand away. He jerked it behind her; his mouth left her ear and she heard the unmistakable sound of him tasting her on his fingers.
He moaned again, grasped the straps of her shirt and ripped so her top hung open beneath her breasts. He slicked his fingers again, pulling them free even when she closed around them, then ran them over her nipples until they gleamed with dampness. She wished he could lick them clean, wished they weren’t cramped so tightly in the tiny room.
When his hand left her chest, she took her breasts in hand, her fingers closing around them, squeezing them, pinching her nipples and pulling until they seemed on fire.
Setzer grabbed at the waist of her pants, shoving and tugging until her ass hung out the backside. His cock rubbed against her and she wondered when he’d freed it, how he’d managed when his hands were busy elsewhere. It pushed against her back, hard and wet, thrust upward to stroke at the small of her back while he leaned forward, against her, his fingers deep inside her once more.
The thought of him inside her taunted her, teased her until she could think of nothing else. She raised her buttocks, teased the tip of his cock with the curve of her ass. His breath quickened and with one hand, he guided himself up to her entrance. But there, he waited and she wondered if he was more gentleman than she’d suspected or if the real thrill was in the first move coming from her.
Rubbing against him ignited a thrill of pleasure that echoed the excitement his fingers generated inside her. She pushed, harder when her first effort refused to yield results, gasping as his cock rammed into her ass. The hand that covered her mouth forced the cry back down her throat.
Celes hesitated until the pain eased, then pushed herself against him in slow, easy moves, the pleasure outweighing the pain. Her fingers closed tight around her breasts. Setzer’s fingers slowed as they moved in and out of her. For a moment, she panted, listening to the pounding of her heart as it beat in her ears.
He thrust until his abdomen hit her bottom, then eased out just a bit and thrust again, this time so hard, so deep that she bit her lip to keep from crying out against the pain.
In and out. In and out. His fingers matched the rhythm and flow of his cock as he claimed her from both sides. His frantic panting matched hers, but it wasn’t until the slow thrusts of his cock grew desperate that his fingers slid free and searched for her clit.
They slid over it with a wet, fluid motion, igniting passion, stirring the fire inside her into an unbearable flame that swept over her in a blaze. She tried to press against his fingers, but his free arm wrapped around her waist, pulled her back down on his cock.
The gentle circles he traced captured her, swept her away in a flood of growing excitement that tensed muscles throughout her body and built until she wanted to scream. She grew desperate for release, pounding against him as he thrust into her, squirming, her hips churning to rub against his fingers.
The passion spread through her body until she spasmed. His fingers grew more insistent, his thrusts more desperate, until powerful shudders overwhelmed her, washing through her with pleasure powerful enough to leave her weak.
Setzer exploded inside her a moment later, left her warm and wet even after he’d slowly withdrawn. She collapsed against him, only faintly aware that she hurt places she’d never hurt before. She still trembled with left over orgasm, still squirmed for the fingers resting on her thigh.
“You just can’t get enough, can you?” he whispered in her ear.
She raised one arm to elbow him in the stomach…or maybe something else if her aim was good enough. But, he was faster. His fingers found her, worked her, fanned the dying glow of orgasm into another quake, harder and faster than the first.
She collapsed against him, unable to move, not wanting to move. Her head pitched back against his chest and she felt the soft rumble of a chuckle.
“You owe me a blow job for that,” he whispered.
“Fuck you.”
The chuckle deepened into a laugh. “That, my dear Celes, is precisely what I’m counting on.”
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: graphic sex, anal sex
Word count: 2,580
Summary: Celes and Setzer get it on while they're hiding from Imperial troops.
Prompt: #12. Final Fantasy VI, Celes/Setzer: Adrenaline rush - Non-romantic motivations for sex; no strings attached.
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Diva
She hadn’t liked him at first. Being dragged from center stage when you’re being forced to impersonate a diva and prevent her kidnapping was not the kind of thing that endeared you to the man who kidnapped you instead. In fact, it had been difficult to resist the urge to let him have it when he’d ogled her as he’d stuttered, “Y...you’re not Maria.”
She might have flattened him have it if it hadn’t been for the fact that he’d had something they’d seriously needed: transportation in the form of the sleekest, sharpest airship she’d ever seen. Nothing the Empire had could touch it, so they’d decided to take a chance and trust him.
Good thing, too, because he was watching her back now while she attempted to break into the top secret offices of a heavily guarded Imperial research facility. In. Broad. Daylight. Their team had separated as soon as they’d hit the gate; Setzer had been paired with her and they’d been instructed to search for any living espers as well as research notes regarding Kefka.
She’d taken out half a dozen guards herself before she heard the zing of Setzer’s cards behind her. She couldn’t help but admire the stealth with which he wielded them, the accuracy with which he dispatched his targets. If they were lucky, no one would take notice of the guards until shift change. The research teams, themselves, weren’t working because of equipment malfunction. A malfunction they’d helped create.
Everything looked different from when they’d taken her there as a child to perform tests and pump her full of magicite. Fortunately, once they’d realized their error with Kefka, they hadn’t made the same mistakes with her.
The polished floors reflected the dim lighting recessed in the ceiling, throwing shadows against the walls and the frosted glass of containment units. In some, she could see movement, in others, only dark blobs of inert matter. It was impossible to tell whether the espers in those glass cages still lived or whether they’d already been drained of their energy by Kefka and the Empire.
By freeing the living espers, they’d rob him of the chance to enhance his powers further. By finding the notes, they might be able to discover a weakness that would make him more vulnerable to their attacks.
An angry male voice called out behind her, his words drowned out by sounds of a scuffle.
Gods, Setzer. What did you do? He was supposed to be standing watch, not engaging the enemy in battle.
Her step quickened. If the military knew they were in, she only had a matter of time in which to find the documents they needed and escape. She hoped Setzer would do likewise.
One turn, then another, and she found herself facing a long hall lined with offices and research labs. Windows fronting the hall made it easy to eliminate the useless tech labs and made searching for the bio labs easier.
It wasn’t until she reached an intersection of hallways that Setzer caught up with her as he slid around a corner.
“Run,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he swept her along on his dash down the hall.
Her heart pounded in time with the thud of footsteps behind them. At least a dozen armored troops, she judged, from the weight with which their feet hit the floor.
Bastards. They’d been leaked faulty information and had fallen for it. They should have known better. They’d stumbled into a trap.
He shoved her into one of half a dozen office doors that hung open on either side of the hall and then followed her in. He herded her further back into the complex suite of rooms, in one office and through it to another, while the footsteps grew louder behind them.
She cursed him mentally for trapping them. It would have been better to stand and fight than die trapped in a corner in some miserable Imperial office. Her fingertips glowed at the first sound of soldiers in the front office.
Setzer grabbed her hand, squelching the magic at the cost of burns to his hand. Shaking his head, he motioned her through another door and into a lab filled with shining counters and meticulously maintained equipment. A soft bleep masked their footsteps. An eerie green security light cast their shadows as wispy monsters on the wall.
“They’re not looking for us,” he whispered after they’d taken refuge behind a free-standing counter in the back of the room.
She wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but she couldn’t. Whatever the soldiers were looking for, they could still be found. And, unless she missed her guess, their faces—or at least hers—were plastered all over every Imperial outpost, with hefty rewards offered beneath.
“I think I found something,” a male voice shouted in the distance.
“This way,” a woman directed. “In here. Check out every closet, every corner. And watch out for magic. There’s no telling what tricks they’ll use if you corner them.”
When the voices died to whispers, she could no longer make out the words. Her eyes met Setzer’s. He laid one finger across his lips. She frowned in unspoken question, wondering who the hell the commotion was about if it wasn’t for them. Their comrades had taken other directions; they should be the only rebels loose in the research facility.
Espers, he mouthed.
“Esp…”
He covered her mouth before the word could escape, shaking his head, frantic. They listened; Celes heard the brush of movement an office over. Then Setzer removed his hand.
You freed them? she mouthed.
When he nodded, she grinned. Maybe it was his profession that made him so quick on his feet.
Breaking glass shattered the temporary silence in the next room. Celes’ eyes darted around the lab, searching for a more significant place to hide. When her gaze lit on a seemingly solid wall at the back of the room, her mind summoned images from her childhood: she and Kefka used to hide from the scientists in lab mazes and secret rooms.
Come on, she mouthed, drawing Setzer forward by one hand.
He followed, both of them creeping forward in a crouch, but she didn’t miss the way he continued to look over his shoulder as the renewed sound of voices neared the door.
It took her more anxious moments than she liked to remember the trick Kefka had taught her for finding the secret doors, but once she located, it took only a quick manipulation of hidden levers to actually get it open. They tumbled into the tiny, cramped room with the urgency of trapped animals, leaving the door only seconds to close shut behind them before she heard soldiers enter the room.
From where she lay on the floor, she listened to the sound of footsteps that made their way around the lab. The eerie green half-light filtered through some unseen crack, casting a pale glow that made their hiding place bearable. She wondered how long they’d be trapped there waiting for the soldiers to leave, wondered if she could adapt one of the magic spells at her disposal to free them from the facility and at least deposit them in the city outside. There were more places to hide, more avenues of escape, there.
And yet, even as her heart pounded, she didn’t miss the gleam of excitement in Setzer’s eyes, couldn’t deny the thrill of the chase, or the fact that the pounding of her heart was due as much to the fact of their close proximity as to the thought of being captured by Imperials.
It wasn’t long before her foot fell asleep and she knew they were going to have to shift if they were to stay hidden long. When she struggled for the room to straighten her leg, he half-stood, allowing her the space to move.
They fumbled in the dim light, taking care to avoid her sword as they maneuvered. When the voices increased outside, they stopped in mid-shift, her face against the wall, her back to him, while they listened to see if, in their indiscretion, they’d been discovered.
Bursts of fear only increased her desire for Setzer and she found herself pressing back against him as she moved away from the hidden door. His hands went around her, fastened on her breasts, his mouth latched onto the side of her neck. He nipped gently, insistently at the tender skin, while he pulled down at the neck of her shirt with one hand and slipped his other inside. Before she knew it, he was in her bra, reaching beneath her breast to cup it while his thumb and forefinger captured the nipple between them.
It was all she could do not to gasp. Instead, she pushed back against him, grabbing at his knees with her fingers, digging in until she felt him tense. His erection pressed against her ass and she wondered, in passing, what it would be like to be taken from behind.
His other hand found its way into her clothing to claim her free breast. His arms, criss-crossed over her chest, prevented any movement other than backwards. Not that she minded leaning against the warmth he provided. More than anything, she wanted out of her clothes, to feel the heat of his skin against hers, to feel his hands all over her, his cock inside her.
What began as gentle exploration, escalated quickly to rough pinches and squeezes, his fingers anxious and groping. Her back arched, her head dropped to his shoulder and pitched to one side, allowing him easier access to her throat.
He accepted the invitation with renewed vigor, biting and sucking before plunging his tongue deep into her ear. Heat passed between them, raising the temperature of their hiding place until she felt sweat dampen her shirt and slide down her back. His tongue twisted, licked, explored the outer edge of her ear. She rubbed up and down against his erection, ready for more.
His hands abandoned her breasts long enough to fuss with her breeches, his fingers, slicked with her sweat, unable to grasp the fasteners in a firm hold. Her own hands trembled as she popped them open, as she captured one of his hands, and guided it down inside her panties.
She ran her smaller fingers over his larger as his palm slid against her, raising painful sparks of anticipation, fanning her desire. She wrapped her fingers around his, trying to guide him, but he shook her off and thrust his fingers inside her, instead, where they slipped in and out, slicked with her fluids, wet and warm against the insides of her thighs.
He moaned against her, his erection pressing into her back. Dragging his hand out of her pants, he pushed his fingers into her mouth. She took his hand in both of hers, licked the tips of his fingers, sucked until he pulled his hand away. He jerked it behind her; his mouth left her ear and she heard the unmistakable sound of him tasting her on his fingers.
He moaned again, grasped the straps of her shirt and ripped so her top hung open beneath her breasts. He slicked his fingers again, pulling them free even when she closed around them, then ran them over her nipples until they gleamed with dampness. She wished he could lick them clean, wished they weren’t cramped so tightly in the tiny room.
When his hand left her chest, she took her breasts in hand, her fingers closing around them, squeezing them, pinching her nipples and pulling until they seemed on fire.
Setzer grabbed at the waist of her pants, shoving and tugging until her ass hung out the backside. His cock rubbed against her and she wondered when he’d freed it, how he’d managed when his hands were busy elsewhere. It pushed against her back, hard and wet, thrust upward to stroke at the small of her back while he leaned forward, against her, his fingers deep inside her once more.
The thought of him inside her taunted her, teased her until she could think of nothing else. She raised her buttocks, teased the tip of his cock with the curve of her ass. His breath quickened and with one hand, he guided himself up to her entrance. But there, he waited and she wondered if he was more gentleman than she’d suspected or if the real thrill was in the first move coming from her.
Rubbing against him ignited a thrill of pleasure that echoed the excitement his fingers generated inside her. She pushed, harder when her first effort refused to yield results, gasping as his cock rammed into her ass. The hand that covered her mouth forced the cry back down her throat.
Celes hesitated until the pain eased, then pushed herself against him in slow, easy moves, the pleasure outweighing the pain. Her fingers closed tight around her breasts. Setzer’s fingers slowed as they moved in and out of her. For a moment, she panted, listening to the pounding of her heart as it beat in her ears.
He thrust until his abdomen hit her bottom, then eased out just a bit and thrust again, this time so hard, so deep that she bit her lip to keep from crying out against the pain.
In and out. In and out. His fingers matched the rhythm and flow of his cock as he claimed her from both sides. His frantic panting matched hers, but it wasn’t until the slow thrusts of his cock grew desperate that his fingers slid free and searched for her clit.
They slid over it with a wet, fluid motion, igniting passion, stirring the fire inside her into an unbearable flame that swept over her in a blaze. She tried to press against his fingers, but his free arm wrapped around her waist, pulled her back down on his cock.
The gentle circles he traced captured her, swept her away in a flood of growing excitement that tensed muscles throughout her body and built until she wanted to scream. She grew desperate for release, pounding against him as he thrust into her, squirming, her hips churning to rub against his fingers.
The passion spread through her body until she spasmed. His fingers grew more insistent, his thrusts more desperate, until powerful shudders overwhelmed her, washing through her with pleasure powerful enough to leave her weak.
Setzer exploded inside her a moment later, left her warm and wet even after he’d slowly withdrawn. She collapsed against him, only faintly aware that she hurt places she’d never hurt before. She still trembled with left over orgasm, still squirmed for the fingers resting on her thigh.
“You just can’t get enough, can you?” he whispered in her ear.
She raised one arm to elbow him in the stomach…or maybe something else if her aim was good enough. But, he was faster. His fingers found her, worked her, fanned the dying glow of orgasm into another quake, harder and faster than the first.
She collapsed against him, unable to move, not wanting to move. Her head pitched back against his chest and she felt the soft rumble of a chuckle.
“You owe me a blow job for that,” he whispered.
“Fuck you.”
The chuckle deepened into a laugh. “That, my dear Celes, is precisely what I’m counting on.”
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