kinkfest | time for play (Final Fantasy XII: OGC, Undying x Gabranth, R)

Title: Time for Play
Author/Artist: manic_intent
Rating: R
Warnings: Spoilers for whole game
Prompt: Final Fantasy XII, Undying!Vayne/Gabranth: tentacle sex - There is no such thing as "no time for tentacle sex"
Word count: 637

Final Fantasy XII, Undying!Vayne/Gabranth: tentacle sex - There is no such thing as "no time for tentacle sex"

[A/N: Following previous AU, where Undying!Vayne is sort of more animal-like with overlays of Vayne’s memories, available on my livejournal, ‘Brass and Steel’. Uhh… all my prompts are pretty much going to be late. Totally forgot about this one.]

The problem began when the Undying realized that its entire body could be modified on whim, and overnight, had transformed from a very large dragon-creature incapable of fitting itself into the palace (a fact that oft left it lying on its side in the palace gardens, its metal flanks and brass wings digging gouges into the perfect turf, mewling until Larsa emerged to pet it), into a very small dragon that spent most of its time happily perched on its ‘brother’s shoulder.

Larsa had, with Solidor unflappability, taken this into stride, and for a while, Gabranth was relieved: an occupied Undying that spent its time on Larsa’s shoulder meant a creature that wasn’t perched precariously on the parapet above Gabranth’s Bureau window, tapping on his window with brass claws and insisting that he come out to ‘play’.

The problem aggravated when said Undying abruptly remembered about its favorite toy, and Gabranth sighed when he entered his office to see the creature, approximately human-shaped now and just as naked, curled on his seat at his desk, asleep. With its wings retracted and the scales of its body thinning to flesh in this particular transformation, the Undying looked far more like Vayne than it should; the profile of his face only briefly scored by steel, closed eyes and parted lips, a memory within a memory.

Gabranth’s fingers paused at his throat, hesitating, then he undid the ties on his cloak, folding it in half and arranging it carefully on the creature and pulled up another chair.

He was halfway through an affidavit when coils of metal twitched around his ankles.

A sharp glance upwards showed the Undying still apparently asleep, its breathing slowed. From its back, flat planes of iridescent bronze metal were now folded over the armrest and across the ground, like the crumpled slats of a butterfly sculpture; from the tips, trailing lengths of silver that snaked into curls on the ground and under his desk.

Carefully, Gabranth pulled his boots away, only for the coils to twist and curl tight, holding his feet in place.

“Vayne.” He kept his voice low out of habit, in case of eavesdroppers. Larsa had managed to convince the Undying to answer to a new name two weeks ago so as to allay suspicion, but when asleep, it was slow to react to anything save the birth name of the man it had been.

The Undying opened an eye in slow deliberation, glanced at him with an animal’s intense curiosity, and then rolled over, to keep him fully within its sight. The coils lengthened as he tried again to pull back, curling up his thighs to the hem of his breeches, despite gloved hands frantically batting at their tips. “Vayne!”

His only answer was a sleepy purr, that deepened into a metallic echo of a chuckle as a coil slipped past his hasty defenses and into his breeches, unnaturally warm against his skin, past undergarments to curl teasingly around the base of his prick.

Bastard.

“I do not have time for play,” Gabranth tried, in as stern a tone as he could manage, yanking ineffectively at the coils; biting his lip and stiffening as a metal tip twitched against his balls, stroking, and he tried again, harshly, “Vayne, stop.”

The creature only grinned, and at the curve of a mouth so reminiscent of cruelty, Gabranth sighed, exasperation over perverse want over regret, reaching for the clasps of his breastplate.

[no porn again, sorry. : ) too tired. Might continue this in future.]