Everything Held Within | By : Athena Category: +S through Z > Suikoden Views: 2413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Yuber strengthened his hold on the slender body beside him when he felt its balance falter. Coming to a halt in the middle of the empty street, the demon scrutinized the heaving form he supported. “Can you continue, Silverberg?” he asked curtly, wondering briefly why he bothered to help.
Albert responded by clinging to the blonde, practically hanging off of the taller man in his drugged state. His emerald eyes were glassy and filled with drug-induced fervor. “Yuber… I’m so hot…”
The black-suited swordsman furrowed a brow at the younger man, still not completely sure of his companion’s state of mind. “Where?”
Yuber’s suspicions were confirmed by the husky reply he received as Albert took one of his hands and placed it against the front of his pants and the burning erection underneath. “Here, Yuber…” Those dark eyes glinted excitedly as the friction made him harder. Breathing hard, the suddenly-wanton strategist rested his chin against the blonde’s shoulder to whisper in his ear.
“Please … fuck me.”
Albert stood in front of the window of his room, staring blankly out upon Vinay del Zexay without truly seeing the city or its people. His mind struggled to make sense of the happenings of the night before, since the only witness to his lapse of control refused to help him understand. Yuber had left him to his turmoil for more interesting company, stating simply that he wanted to be elsewhere; Albert had not tried to stop the demon, seeing no point. He simply took a place at the window, hands resting on the sill as his thoughts began to churn viciously in his head.
That was how Sarah found him when she opened the door to his room, having tired of not receiving an answer to her knocks.
“Sir Albert.”
The young man looked up at the call, barely hiding his confusion behind his languid movement. He turned to face the pale sorceress, nodding carefully. “Sarah.” Dark green eyes narrowed as he cleared his throat. “May I ask why you are here?”
Eyes as clear as ice met his gaze levelly. “Master Luc wanted to know why you failed to report back yesterday evening. You have never been late with a report, sir.”
It took a great deal of restraint on Albert’s behalf to keep from smiling wryly at Sarah’s implications. “Tell Master Luc that my contact had the gall to not show up. I’m already working on an alternate contact.”
“Forgive me for my skepticism, sir strategist, but I fail to see how you can do that from the window,” Sarah replied dryly.
He frowned at the blunt remark, clearly unappreciative of Sarah’s willingness to state the obvious. Not bothering to reply, the white-coated young man returned his eyes to the world beyond the window.
The demon wasted no time finding the closest inn, frowning to himself as he stood at the front counter. The innkeeper looked at him warily, taking in the blonde’s overall appearance and the redhead he-- carried? “May I … help you?” he inquired hesitantly, dark brow raised.
“Your best room. Now.” Yuber reached into his pocket and pulled out several potch coins. (Human currency was usually below him, but Luc had all but forced the money upon him in an attempt to make the black knight seem ‘normal.’) He proceeded to toss the coins onto the desktop, all the while wondering why the idiotic human continued to gape at him. “That should be enough potch.”
The portly, middle-aged man’s mustache twitched as he scrutinized the second man, although he did reach for room keys. “What’s wrong with your friend?”
“Too much to drink. He needs to sleep it off,” the blonde responded bluntly, snatching the keys before the human could waste more of his time. He adjusted his hat and stormed towards the staircase, ignoring the stares he received from passersby. Albert still clung onto his neck as his carrier climbed the stairs, nuzzling the pale neck dazedly. “You’re making it very difficult for me to save your dignity, Silverberg,” Yuber murmured into the young man’s ear, earning him a drugged giggle.
Glancing at the room number etched on the key he had been given, Yuber began his hunt for the correct room. “Burning up… Yuber…,” Albert whispered heatedly in between the torrid kisses he placed on the demon’s neck and jaw.
Yuber found the correct room within moments, driving his key home and unlocking the door. He kicked the door closed behind him once he and Albert were through the threshold, barely paying attention to any of the furniture in the dark room other than the bed. Without a hint of regret, the blonde tossed Albert onto the covers and sprung on top.
Albert did not complain when Yuber began tearing the clothes off of his body.
“Sir Albert?”
He was shaken from his rather vivid flashback by a hand on his arm, and he looked down into Sarah’s eyes. An unfamiliar, troubled gleam settled in the magician’s gaze. “Are you all right?” she asked softly.
Albert blinked at the question, forcing his eyes away as he resisted admitting the truth. I’m losing control of my own emotions… Damn, I’m so weak. “Just thinking,” he said, feeling a bit tired.
“You didn’t hear a single word I said,” Sarah stated, her tone not quite accusing. “Did something happen yesterday?”
Green eyes fell into weary slits. “Even if something had, it wouldn’t be any of your business, would it?” the redhead remarked flatly.
Sarah lifted her hands diminutively in silent submission. “… I’m sorry to prod. It’s your own affairs.” She paused when the strategist’s eyes dimmed, returning to the business at hand. “Will this be affecting your work at all?”
The young Silverberg glowered coldly. “I know my priorities.”
There was no verbal acknowledgment; Sarah simply nodded and turned to exit. As she reached for the doorknob, she gave the older man a look of faint concern. “I hope you feel better, Sir Albert.” Without further comment, she slipped out of the room and left the strategist to his thoughts.
“… I hope so too.”
His mind was muddled to the point of delirium. His body was caught in endless sensations, controlling the few threads of sanity that remained within him. He arched when fingers trailed down his shoulder blades, pushing insistently against the body behind him. Fevered green eyes peeked over an alabaster shoulder to gaze at the pale blonde.
“Pl-- please…”
Mismatched eyes flickered with interest at the uttered word. “What was that?” he whispered in that sensual tone of his. It was driving him crazy with ecstasy.
“I-- I need it… Please…”
Smooth hands took a firm grasp on slender hips, stilling the anxious movement. “Do you even realize how much you may regret this later, Silverberg?”
The question did not register in the cloud of turmoil that was his mind, and it showed in his uncomprehending, glazed stare. He panted deeply and pushed urgently against the other man, desperate for the friction the movement would produce. “Uhn… Please…”
This time, he was answered by the feeling of being impaled from behind. He moaned passionately in consummation, his pleadings dissolving into soft babblings of encouragement as he was painfully plunged into repeatedly.
All of his inhibitions had been stolen from him in one drink.
Sorry, that was strange… This was pretty much an exercise for writing explicit material and such. I don’t know if I can make another story to follow this short piece, since I haven’t got an idea what to do next…
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