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kinkfestTitle: Things that go Buzz in the Night
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jessicamariek
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Rating: R
Warnings: Spoilers for Auron's backstory. Sex machina. Underage nudity.
Prompt: Final Fantasy X - Auron/Rikku - sex-robot machina - "Yevon doesn't approve of me anyway."
Word count: 1220
Summary: Sometimes being bored and somewhat curious leads to interesting discoveries.
A/N: Late - new job means much less time to write. I'm sorry! :P Many thanks to my awesome betapearlrose86. :)
Being composed, essentially, of spirit and stubbornness had come with some interesting side effects. The abilities to shrug off injuries and somehow feel the presence of fiends were handy; the fact that he almost couldn’t feel the wounds, which aggravated Yuna to no end, and that he kept mistaking things like monkeys and chocobos for fiends, somewhat less so. He could feel the spirits, the presences of the dead who acted as guardian angels of sorts – he wondered if he should tell Yuna that her parents still watched over her, tell Wakka that his brother had cheered for him at that blitzball game. The most interesting difference, though, was that his senses were much more acute than he remembered them being in life. Sight was not as noticeably different, but smell and touch were much more sharp than they once were, and hearing even more so.
That last was a bit of a liability when on an airship with very thin walls and very amorous companions.
Auron muttered something dark about foolish little children and glared at the wall. Well, so much for sleeping tonight. He grumbled as he slipped out the door of the cabin; maybe going for a walk around the airship for half an hour or so would give all the silly little lovebirds he ran around with time to quiet down. At least, he hoped so. He wondered briefly what Braska’s reaction would be if he chose this precise moment to “check in” on his little girl – probably something along the lines of “…can I go soak my brain in acid for a while?” The idea made Auron grin for a moment as he walked; he could almost see his old friend’s face, his expression of horror softened by the smile that had never, ever left him, even in death.
Strangely for a man born and raised in Yevon’s teachings, he was actually rather fond of flying. The hum and whirr of the engines, the thrum and resonance and the way it permeated the whole body; the quiet, white-noise rush of the wind past the windows, the starlight playing off chrome and steel and glass, and always under it all the vibration of the gears and motors that kept the thing in the air...
He scowled. There was something just barely different about the buzz and hum of the engines, the throb of machina that he could feel through his bare feet. It was like music, a chord, many different notes melded into one sound, but there was a different tone in there somewhere – something that wasn’t running the last time the noise in the suites next to his had driven him to walking the halls. He laid a hand on the wall and concentrated on the different tones in the thrum – the deep, slow heartbeat of the main reactor, the rise and fall of the pressure release, the high whine of the myriad little gears and gadgets that monitored everything from the temperature in the reactor, to the speed of the ship, to the contents of the icebox in the galley. Those were all normal, expected…the difference was in the top of it, the high, fast buzzing and its slight rise and fall. It felt like it was coming from somewhere down in the engine room.
It wasn’t as if I was doing anything else important. He shrugged, heading down the stairs into the belly of the ship. There were a multitude of small rooms and offshoots in the maze of pipes and boilers and other machina contraptions. He was always somewhat surprised at how complex this ship and its engine were. Most of his recent experience with machina had been with silly little ticky-tocky things Rikku cobbled together when she was bored, and they tended to explode when someone looked at them funny. Especially if that someone was Wakka – the poor man had had more cunningly designed bombs go off in his face than Auron wanted to think about. He followed the sense of the high, quick vibration over to one of the little rooms at the side of the ship, looked through the half-open door, and went stock-still in shock.
Well, that certainly wasn’t a tick-tocky little explosive.
What it was, was… he wasn’t entirely sure. There was a small engine, which explained the high-pitched buzz, and there was a sort of a seat, and something rather interestingly shaped sticking up from the middle of it. Whatever that attachment was, it was moving up and down at a rather fast pace, but he couldn’t quite see. Rikku’s legs and, well, other parts of her were in the way.
And Rikku…Rikku was naked as a newborn, her shorts and tank top in a heap a few feet away, and she was straddling the machine and making soft, whimpering little noises. She had one hand raised to her breast, her thumb making circles over the nipple, and the other buried in the dark blonde curls between her legs. She rocked her hips in time with the machine, skin sliding easily over the smooth metal as her hand trailed down her side. Her fingers left soft parallel trails in the sheen of sweat coating her skin. His enhanced senses could even pick up her scent on the stagnant air – orange blossoms and sweat, gear oil and arousal.
There was a small portion of Auron’s mind that always, no matter what the situation, remained detached and analytical. It noted that the question, up till now rather academic, of whether certain portions of the anatomy remained functional as an unsent had been answered quite strongly in the affirmative.
The part of himself that still adhered to the rules of a warrior monk was telling him to turn around, to go back to his quarters, to get away from what felt like temptation incarnate in the form of a girl less than half his age. The last thing he needed was more melodramatics in this motley crew, and the last thing a girl like her needed was to get tangled up with a man already dead.
The parts of him that thought as a man, however, and one who hadn’t been with a woman in far too long, were saying to stuff those old rules, notice that said young girl was murmuring his name as she pleasured herself, and take that as an invitation to go lend her a hand, as it were. She was irresistable like this, even more than when a battle ended and she was flushed and breathless and laughing because she’d managed to snatch something valuable off the fiend before it exploded into pyreflies and he couldn’t help but think of them as absolute opposites – young and old, life and death, overly reckless and overly cautious…innocent, and the furthest thing from it.
The thought gives him pause – she was two decades younger than him, and he was all but certain she’d never been with a man. Down at the bottom of it, he didn’t deserve to take that from her. He gritted his teeth and turned on his heel, forcing the self-control he’s spent a decade practicing to dominate the messages from his body.
He couldn’t help but wonder, however, if he could get away with taking a very cold shower several hours before dawn.
Author:
jessicamariekFandom: Final Fantasy X
Rating: R
Warnings: Spoilers for Auron's backstory. Sex machina. Underage nudity.
Prompt: Final Fantasy X - Auron/Rikku - sex-robot machina - "Yevon doesn't approve of me anyway."
Word count: 1220
Summary: Sometimes being bored and somewhat curious leads to interesting discoveries.
A/N: Late - new job means much less time to write. I'm sorry! :P Many thanks to my awesome beta
pearlrose86. :) Being composed, essentially, of spirit and stubbornness had come with some interesting side effects. The abilities to shrug off injuries and somehow feel the presence of fiends were handy; the fact that he almost couldn’t feel the wounds, which aggravated Yuna to no end, and that he kept mistaking things like monkeys and chocobos for fiends, somewhat less so. He could feel the spirits, the presences of the dead who acted as guardian angels of sorts – he wondered if he should tell Yuna that her parents still watched over her, tell Wakka that his brother had cheered for him at that blitzball game. The most interesting difference, though, was that his senses were much more acute than he remembered them being in life. Sight was not as noticeably different, but smell and touch were much more sharp than they once were, and hearing even more so.
That last was a bit of a liability when on an airship with very thin walls and very amorous companions.
Auron muttered something dark about foolish little children and glared at the wall. Well, so much for sleeping tonight. He grumbled as he slipped out the door of the cabin; maybe going for a walk around the airship for half an hour or so would give all the silly little lovebirds he ran around with time to quiet down. At least, he hoped so. He wondered briefly what Braska’s reaction would be if he chose this precise moment to “check in” on his little girl – probably something along the lines of “…can I go soak my brain in acid for a while?” The idea made Auron grin for a moment as he walked; he could almost see his old friend’s face, his expression of horror softened by the smile that had never, ever left him, even in death.
Strangely for a man born and raised in Yevon’s teachings, he was actually rather fond of flying. The hum and whirr of the engines, the thrum and resonance and the way it permeated the whole body; the quiet, white-noise rush of the wind past the windows, the starlight playing off chrome and steel and glass, and always under it all the vibration of the gears and motors that kept the thing in the air...
He scowled. There was something just barely different about the buzz and hum of the engines, the throb of machina that he could feel through his bare feet. It was like music, a chord, many different notes melded into one sound, but there was a different tone in there somewhere – something that wasn’t running the last time the noise in the suites next to his had driven him to walking the halls. He laid a hand on the wall and concentrated on the different tones in the thrum – the deep, slow heartbeat of the main reactor, the rise and fall of the pressure release, the high whine of the myriad little gears and gadgets that monitored everything from the temperature in the reactor, to the speed of the ship, to the contents of the icebox in the galley. Those were all normal, expected…the difference was in the top of it, the high, fast buzzing and its slight rise and fall. It felt like it was coming from somewhere down in the engine room.
It wasn’t as if I was doing anything else important. He shrugged, heading down the stairs into the belly of the ship. There were a multitude of small rooms and offshoots in the maze of pipes and boilers and other machina contraptions. He was always somewhat surprised at how complex this ship and its engine were. Most of his recent experience with machina had been with silly little ticky-tocky things Rikku cobbled together when she was bored, and they tended to explode when someone looked at them funny. Especially if that someone was Wakka – the poor man had had more cunningly designed bombs go off in his face than Auron wanted to think about. He followed the sense of the high, quick vibration over to one of the little rooms at the side of the ship, looked through the half-open door, and went stock-still in shock.
Well, that certainly wasn’t a tick-tocky little explosive.
What it was, was… he wasn’t entirely sure. There was a small engine, which explained the high-pitched buzz, and there was a sort of a seat, and something rather interestingly shaped sticking up from the middle of it. Whatever that attachment was, it was moving up and down at a rather fast pace, but he couldn’t quite see. Rikku’s legs and, well, other parts of her were in the way.
And Rikku…Rikku was naked as a newborn, her shorts and tank top in a heap a few feet away, and she was straddling the machine and making soft, whimpering little noises. She had one hand raised to her breast, her thumb making circles over the nipple, and the other buried in the dark blonde curls between her legs. She rocked her hips in time with the machine, skin sliding easily over the smooth metal as her hand trailed down her side. Her fingers left soft parallel trails in the sheen of sweat coating her skin. His enhanced senses could even pick up her scent on the stagnant air – orange blossoms and sweat, gear oil and arousal.
There was a small portion of Auron’s mind that always, no matter what the situation, remained detached and analytical. It noted that the question, up till now rather academic, of whether certain portions of the anatomy remained functional as an unsent had been answered quite strongly in the affirmative.
The part of himself that still adhered to the rules of a warrior monk was telling him to turn around, to go back to his quarters, to get away from what felt like temptation incarnate in the form of a girl less than half his age. The last thing he needed was more melodramatics in this motley crew, and the last thing a girl like her needed was to get tangled up with a man already dead.
The parts of him that thought as a man, however, and one who hadn’t been with a woman in far too long, were saying to stuff those old rules, notice that said young girl was murmuring his name as she pleasured herself, and take that as an invitation to go lend her a hand, as it were. She was irresistable like this, even more than when a battle ended and she was flushed and breathless and laughing because she’d managed to snatch something valuable off the fiend before it exploded into pyreflies and he couldn’t help but think of them as absolute opposites – young and old, life and death, overly reckless and overly cautious…innocent, and the furthest thing from it.
The thought gives him pause – she was two decades younger than him, and he was all but certain she’d never been with a man. Down at the bottom of it, he didn’t deserve to take that from her. He gritted his teeth and turned on his heel, forcing the self-control he’s spent a decade practicing to dominate the messages from his body.
He couldn’t help but wonder, however, if he could get away with taking a very cold shower several hours before dawn.
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Date: 2009-06-26 02:59 am (UTC)Part of my brain was all "No no no, Auron, go back there and get you some! Time's running out, man!"