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Whitey Tighties	By : DirtyHentaiGoddess Category: +S through Z > Suikoden Views: 2118 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Suikoden, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Whitey Tighties
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“Say Flik, what sort of underwear are you wearing?”

The question caught the blue clad swordsman completely off guard. “W-what?!”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t know the difference. You know... I’ll bet you’re the whitey tightey sort of guy… so uptight about everything all the time like your…” Victor began to trail off, sneaking a naughty hand down the front of Flik’s pants before the other knew what was happening.

“VIKTOR!!!” Immediately, Flik curled up, attempting, futilely I might add, to pull Viktor’s hand out from his pants. However, the brawnier swordsman had a stranglehold on Flik’s manhood, and there wasn’t much that he could do about that without risk of personal injury.

“Heh, I never stop being amazed at how naive you are sometimes Flik…” Viktor chuckled softly, reaching quickly with his other hand to undo the front of Flik’s pants, again surprising the other. Slowly, he began to stroke Flik’s softened self, coaxing it to the proud erection he knew it would eventually become.

Flik cursed himself then. Or, more appropriately, he cursed his awakening sex, which showed little to no mercy regarding exactly when or where or with whom it chose to act up. And up it acted. “Damn you Viktor…” He gritted his teeth together, still struggling, but less than before. They had played this game of cat and mouse before, oh yes. However calm it may begin, the cat and mouse would quickly turn into a ravenous bore and a leaping giraffe. This much he also knew.

Viktor draped himself along Flik’s back, ever so slowly beginning to speed up the movement of his hand. He was quickly pleased with the large hardness he found in his brown haired companion’s pants. “You can’t tell me you don’t like it Flik…” With a sly grin, which ended up looking more like a deranged madman’s smile, he pulled the thin man closer to his warm body, heaving him, clothes and all, atop his lap, effectively letting Flik know the reason he had began this royal plunder in the first place.

“Is there ever a moment when you’re not horny?” Flik said wryly, feeling Viktor’s stiff member beneath him. By this point, he had nearly decided to give in. Viktor would do a decent job of pleasing him, and in the end they would both be happy.

“No.” The other responded simply, and began to remove Flik’s clothing from his body, to which Flik offered no more resistance. Once that was done, he knew he would have to do the same to his own, otherwise Flik would never forgive him. So he did! “Ahh, it always feels so good to take the pants off…”

Flik shook his head. “You can be a real pervert, you know that?” However, the sight of his now nude companion brought his breath short, as it always did. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Viktor. He was a friend, he was like a brother to him, and he would trade nearly anything if he was endangered. Well, seriously endangered. Simply being caught by his own debt was of no consequence to Flik. But… did he love him? “No, I could never LOVE the ugly bastard.” Flik thought defiantly. He felt somewhat guilty to admit it, but he used him. He used him nearly every night under the guise of Viktor using him! He let his brawnier friend pretend that he had control over everything, but at any moment, Flik knew that it was not Viktor who was in control of the situation. But he let the other pretend he was.

Meanwhile, Viktor was oblivious to all of these thoughts. Instead, he had begun to kiss the brunette rather forcefully, since he was a brute afterall. He used his brutish skills to gain a few mewls out of Flik as he stroked his lover where he simply could not say no. Devilishly, he began to pump Flik’s shaft faster and faster, delighting in seeing the other’s knees weaken as he did so. Huskily he breathed into Flik’s ear, “You know… we could stop anytime…”

Flik frowned at the taunt. “Of course, you offer to stop now… do you really think I’m going to say no??” He rolled his eyes, sliding his hands behind Viktor and squeezing his butt while pulling the other man’s crotch into his own. Two in one!

“Unnnn….. Flik you feisty fellow….” Viktor made great use of alliteration. Truly, his English teacher would have been proud, if he were still in school. Thankfully, he was more of one for brute strength rather than intellect, which is to no disrespect of the formerly mentioned swordsman. Thus, he hastily pumped Flik’s member faster and faster, drawing the swordsman closer and closer to the edge of sweet oblivion.

Both consciously and unconsciously, Flik began to move against Viktor’s hand, still pressing himself into the other’s crotch, stepping even nearer to his limit with every time his hardened member made contact with Viktor’s thick shaft. “V-Vik… keep going…”

But of course, since he said that, Viktor abruptly stopped. Much to Flik’s dismay. “Flik, you can’t expect to get off that easily…” He chortled lightly at his own pun, then kneeled down, taking the other man’s hardness into his mouth, licking lightly along the underside of his sex.

If they could have done it, Flik’s eyes would have popped out of their sockets. Thankfully for both Flik and Viktor, they couldn’t, and so they didn’t. Instead, Flik gave a startling moan and a loud cry that made them both glad they were out in the middle of nowhere. “AAhhhn! Vik…! I… I’m close…” He managed to stutter out with a courtesy warning.

Viktor hummed in response, pleasing Flik all the more. With a few more licks and suckles, he had the pleasure of watching Flik barely hold himself up as he cried loudly for Viktor and came in waves.

After the storm, Flik panted heavily, leaning over Viktor as he lazily trailed his fingers up and down his back, tickling the more muscular man. He wasn’t surprised at all when Viktor abruptly threw him to the ground, in the gentlest way mind you, and grinned that devilish grin again. What he hadn’t swallowed of Flik’s essence, he placed easily on his fingers with a few licks of his tongue, letting the recuperating Flik watch all the more. Without warning, he plunged two fingers into Flik, knowing that the frontiersman was tough and could handle such treatment. With little to no time at all, Flik was prepared, and even awakened a bit from the pleasant invasion. “Now it’s my turn…” Not needing any more of a reason, Viktor pressed himself slowly into the brunette.

The more slender man moaned, pleased with the outcome, and sighed benignly. “Oh Vik…”

It was then that Viktor noticed it. A faint light from a rune they had acquired earlier that was now glowing on Flik’s forehead. “Flik… what’s that?”

“Hmm? What’s what?” Flik asked casually, not really in any mood to be doing any deep thinking.

“That thing on your forehead… it’s that rune we found earlier. The one you stole from me.” Viktor mumbled.

Flik scoffed. “I did no such thing. It chose me to bear it. Who cares what it does? We can find out tomorrow. Why have you stopped?”

Now, normally Viktor would have bit back with a vindictive force, admonishing Flik for his carelessness and lack of thought. However, the fact of the matter was, he was simply too horny and had been waiting far too long to care about such things. So instead, he began to thrust into Flik, faster and faster, pumping his hand along Flik’s member with the hopes of coaxing another orgasm from him.

Within minutes, they were both ready again, and Viktor had been doing his best to hold out and wait for Flik to reach that point. Finally, he could take it no longer. Leaning down, he grunted lowly and released within the warm confines of Flik’s body. After a few more quick pumps, Flik came again, this time letting his love fluid splash onto Viktor’s burly chest.

“Oh Vik, that was good.” Flik sighed as Viktor pulled out of him.

“Hnn? Whatdya mean?” The other questioned, perplexed.

“Something about this time was so much better…” Flik yawned, feeling the full effects of a day’s labor mixed with his recent two orgasms.

Shrugging off the feeling that Flik was acting a bit unusual, Viktor laid down next to the other man and threw Flik’s cape over both of them. “Whatever. Love ya Flik. ‘Night.”

And there was that word again. Love? Flik sighed, still torn between what to think of this whole matter. “Goodnight.”
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