Untitled [Digital Devil Saga, Gale/Cielo, NC17]

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Title: --
Author: vilkacis
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: If the prompt is for two guys having sex, do you still need a warning for "hot yaoi manlove"? ...no?
Word count: ~2200
Summary: Digital Devil Saga, Gale/Cielo - awkward first-time sex - "I do not comprehend." "Neither do I, brudda. Neither do I."
A/N: Late and a bit rushed because... okay, fine, I slept through the deadline. (But shush, it's still Thursday in Hawaii. Barely.) Also, I'm not terribly confident about this Cielo.



The new hideout offers less privacy than the old base. It is also considerably less defensible.

Only the latter is of any concern to Gale. Until recently, the word privacy had not even been part of their vocabulary, much less an influence in their lives. Along with the hunger, the odd memories none of them seem able to explain and the new directives, this recent change has brought with it a steady influx of words, many of them new... and still somehow familiar.

Privacy. Some had come to care for it more than others. Heat locks his door and has threatened to kill others who attempt to enter without knocking. And on the other side of the spectrum, Gale finds Cielo masturbating in his room with the door ajar.

It's only the fact that he suddenly asks himself why he even knows that word that keeps him from shrugging it off and being on his way. Cielo is sprawled on the bed, naked; legs parted, one hand slowly stroking the length of his sex, the other on his stomach, fingers curling and painting meaningless patterns on the taut skin. His eyes are closed, and there is a small smile on his lips, a somewhat far-off expression. Gale folds his arms and frowns, thinking; not really seeing the scene. He must have made some noise, because Cielo looks up and blinks, a little surprised. His hands stop their motion, but he does nothing to cover himself or conceal what he was doing.

"You been standing dere long?" he asks, seemingly simply curious, as if this happens every day.

"No. Why are you doing that?"

Cielo shrugs. "It feels good. You know?"

"No."

"Relaxing, too. We're still on standby, ja?"

"Yes."

"So it's not a problem?"

"No. Should it be?"

Cielo shrugs again and sits up, putting his back to the wall. "You tell me. Dere's not much of dis dat makes sense at all. I never even knew about dis before, so..."

"The Karma Temple has issued no policy regarding masturbation, if that is your concern."

Cielo grins lopsidedly. "Dat's de word I was looking for. I should have known you'd know."

"I will leave you to it." He moves to leave. Cielo's voice stops him before he can take a step.

"'ey, you goin' anywhere in particular?"

"No. Why?"

"You need to learn to relax or all dat worryin' gonna eat you up. Give it a try, it'd be good for you."

Gale feels his index finger at the bridge of his nose before he even realises that he had raised that hand.

"I do not..."

Cielo wags a finger at him. "Dooon't say it. De only way you gwon comprehend dis is if you try. So, you got a minute?"

Gale blinks. "I have no immediate concerns."

Cielo grins. "I'll take dat as a yes, ja? C'mon, siddown. I'll show you what I mean." He pats the bed in front of him.

"Is that necessary?"

Cielo winces. "You mean, would it kill anyone if you don't? No. But it gonna make you relax and feel better, an' knowing that would make me feel better. 'Sides, you said you got nothing better to do, right?"

Gale opens his mouth to argue, then closes it again. He doesn't have anything better to do. Sleep will not come to him, that much he knows. Besides, that nagging part of him that makes him want to find out everything about everything is somewhat curious. "I will indulge you, then," he says, and Cielo grins.

Gale closes the door (but why? He can't say) before he strips. He is nothing if not efficient, and it doesn't take long. He sits on the bed, and Cielo grabs him around the waist and pulls him back until the two of them are pressed close together.

"First thing you gotta do," he says, "is relax and flow wit' it."

It can't hurt, Gale supposes, so he does his best to comply; letting himself lean back against Cielo's chest. Cielo takes a gentle hold of his soft penis and strokes it lightly.

"When you rub it, dis gets bigger and harder."

"It's called an 'erection'," Gale says absently, looking up at the cracked ceiling. "I believe it is caused by an increased blood flow to the genitalia, indicating a state of arousal." He's not sure how that is supposed to feel, but imagines it should be something a little more than he's feeling now. It sort of... tickles.

Cielo laughs. "You got answers for everythin'."

"No," Gale says, because the statement is ludicrous. If he did have answers for everything, there wouldn't be a point to this. "What now?"

"I like to t'ink of a cute girl. Go on, try it."

"How do you define 'cute'?" He sees a momentary vision of Sera smiling down at him, and quickly shakes it out of his head. That does not feel right at all.

"I dunno, you jus' know she's cute. Guess you gotta find your own thing." Cielo's fingers are moving slowly, causing a peculiar sensation. Although he's not sure if he'd really define it as pleasant, it's definitely not unpleasant either. Gale feels muscles in his thighs and buttocks clench, moving his hips forwards while pressing his shoulders harder against Cielo's chest. He makes another attempt at picturing someone 'cute', but can't see anything particular. He doesn't really see much difference between men and women; physical attributes are uninteresting, irrelevant as long as the individual is capable. And since Cielo's fingers are moving in clever patterns over his now erect member and that peculiar sensation is actually starting to become pleasant, he deduces that Cielo is capable enough, and as such there is no need to imagine anyone else. After that, he simply lets his mind float.

"Sometimes dis helps, too." Cielo lays his left hand across Gale's chest, fingers splayed, and moves it about in gentle circles. Gale's body disobeys him for a moment, tensing up. His fingers curl against the sheets and he feels himself grow harder in Cielo's grasp.

"You liked dat, huh?" Cielo reflects, somewhere by his ear. Gale manages a strangled grunt as that hand dips lower, over his stomach, down to his thigh. A muscle twitches and clenches at the touch, and Cielo massages it - a strong outwards stroke with his thumb as his right hand slides down on Gale's sex, towards his body; a gentler pulling stroke with his palm when the right hand travels up again, towards the sensitive tip. Gale growls between his teeth, but relaxes, and Cielo returns to those gentle circular strokes. Up towards his groin again, and Gale feels his hands switch places, the left curling around his penis, the right sinking to stroke his other leg. It feels good. He can't believe his legs would be so sensitive, not like this. That touch is causing an almost electric sensation that spreads through him and makes muscles all over his body twitch and tense.

He finds that he is not surprised when that feeling eventually culminates in something he could only describe as an eruption, as if all his energy suddenly rushes towards a point in his lower stomach and groin, holds there for a moment and suddenly explodes. He feels something physically leave his body, something hot and liquid that shoots out in smaller bursts and seems to take all that built-up energy with it, leaving him feeling weak and gasping for breath between clenched teeth. His body has given up all pretence of listening to his commands, his hips thrusting themselves up against Cielo's tight grip, his fingers and toes curling and clawing at the carpet and sheets. He hears a grunt as his body arches off the bed, slamming his shoulders back against Cielo's chest, but the hands on his flesh never stop moving. Not until he is entirely spent and his body relaxes, and he feels himself growing limp in Cielo's grasp.

"Whoa, easy dere, bro," Cielo says with a chuckle. "You gwon wake up de whole base like dat!"

"I," Gale manages, but his mind is blank. He can't remember that ever happening before. He doesn't have words. Cielo doesn't push him, but wraps his arms around his waist and waits. It feels oddly comforting, even though he's warm and sweaty and not usually too fond of prolonged physical contact.

Gale has never been good at imagining things for the sake of imagination alone - anything that does not have a practical use, like a battle plan - but he thinks he might have imagined something for a moment towards the end. He's not sure it would be what Cielo refers to as a 'cute girl' - he can't be certain that it's female at all - but he has a distinct impression of something pale framed by something dark, a sense of cold beauty and warm affection. He closes his eyes, but the image is elusive. He's not even sure it was so much an imagined image as yet another memory that couldn't possibly be his.

Eventually, Cielo breaks him out of his reverie. "Dat was not so bad, right? So you get my meaning now, ja?"

Gale draws a deep breath. It feels a bit unsteady, even now. "I understand your meaning. Although I do not comprehend the reason for it."

"Neither do I, brutha. But you don't need to comprehend something to know it feels good. And you're not about to tell me otherwise, right, bro?"

Gale is forced to concede that it did indeed feel good. What happened (and which he should probably define as an orgasm) seems to have stripped away tension he did not even know he carried. For a few moments, his body felt light, even weightless, and his worries far off. It did not last long, but maybe it's still enough.

"No." He opens his eyes again. "In light of this new information, I find your explanation accurate."

Cielo laughs. "Good to hear it, bro. Good to hear it. So, you want to give me a hand wit dis now?" He moves his hips slightly, pressing his erection against Gale's back.

"That would be natural." It feels like it would be... impolite... to leave Cielo to his own devices at this point.

"Soo... you want to trade places?"

Gale stands up slowly, stretches, and turns around. His body aches, but it's not a bad ache - much unlike the sensation he gets after battle.

"No," he says, "just move a little closer."

Cielo eases himself forwards, until he is sitting on the edge of the bed. Gale pushes his legs apart and kneels between them, experimentally wrapping his fingers around his comrade's sex. For some reason, it feels more natural this way. He can feel Cielo's pulse in his hand, quick and light, and the flesh he's holding jumps when he starts moving. He is good at reading people; experiments with longer strokes, shorter ones, faster and slower, trying to gauge Cielo's reactions and find the most efficient way to please him.

It's somewhat pleasant to have a challenge that does not involve killing others.

He lets his left hand wander, attempting to imitate what Cielo was doing to him earlier. It seems to work as intended, but the reaction differs; Cielo seems more sensitive around the chest and stomach, so Gale concentrates his efforts to that area. These motions are somewhat awkward, but he can adjust to this just as he adjusts to everything else. This, too, is something he feels may have happened at some point in those memories that should not be part of him. There are no details, just a vague sensation, but that's still more than he should have. He absently reverses his right hand's grip and rubs the area just below Cielo's scrotum with his thumb as he strokes down, wonders briefly why his fingers expected a different kind of sensation, but decides it doesn't matter since Cielo seems appreciative regardless and leans further back as if to facilitate better access.

Gale lets his left hand trail further down and uses those fingers to stroke the spot between Cielo's legs while his right hand rises to stimulate the most sensitive part around the tip of his penis (glans, the dictionary in his head interjects). His fingers are moving slowly, and Cielo begins thrusting back against him with every stroke until he starts to speed up. Cielo groans in what he takes to be an appreciative manner. "Almost... there..." he pants, and Gale goes a little faster still.

Cielo leans his head back and fists his hands in the sheets. He breathes deep and slow, only a slight trembling in his legs and stomach betraying his arousal, and it's just a strong twitching spasm under his fingers and a spurt of warm liquid across his stomach that signals to Gale that his comrade has achieved orgasm. He doesn't slow down until Cielo grows soft in his hand and allows himself to collapse on the bed, grinning.

"Whoa. You sure you never did dis before?"

"Certain," Gale answers.

It's not until his finger dabs a drop of slick liquid between his eyes that he realises that his hands are sticky.

Comments

[nyxmidnight]

Well, to answer the question in your journal, I thought it was hot :D I liked how you portrayed Cielo's happy-go-lucky attitude and Gale's analytic mind running off on its own. Also,

Privacy. Some had come to care for it more than others. Heat locks his door and has threatened to kill others who attempt to enter without knocking. And on the other side of the spectrum, Gale finds Cielo masturbating in his room with the door ajar.

I LOL'd.

[vilkacis.livejournal.com]

w00t. :D

I'm glad I amuse you.