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Betrayal

Title: Betrayal.

Author: Shaded Mazoku.

Email: herukatto@hotmail.com.

Part: 1/1.

Disclaimer: Chrono Trigger and its characters aren�t mine. This idea is mine, but so weird that nobody would want it, I�m sure.

Warnings: Eh, yeah. Lemon, weird sexual situations, Flea.

Rating: NC-17.

Summary: An encounter before the game sometime leaves traces on one of the participants.

Pairing(s): Cyrus x Flea. Yep. I said it was odd, huh?

Fandom: Chrono Trigger.
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I don�t know how I got myself into this situation. I was leading the Guardia army into battle, with a band of Mystics that had been wrecking havoc upon several villages, when suddenly one of the Mystic Generals showed up, even though it wasn�t supposed to an important group, just a simple mission.
And to keep up the luck I was having, the general who showed up was not Ozzie, nor Slash, but the ever frustrating Flea the Magician. I�d rather have dealt with either, or both, of the other two if I had a choice. Slash is a straight forwards swordsman, if a deadly one, without the treacherous magic of the rest of his race. And Ozzie is a wimp. Flea though, is a far more difficult foe.
For one thing, none of my troops seem to be able to concentrate around her. Even without her magic, she turns my trained warriors into lovesick fools. With her magic, she�s a dangerous foe indeed.
Somehow, I managed to get close enough to her to actually attack. It didn�t do much good, but it broke her concentration. Her reaction was enough to remind me that no matter how beautiful and alluring she is, she is not human. She jumped back, and snarled at me, baring sharp fangs underneath those full lips. While I was distracted, she swiped at me, her claws sliding down my breastplate, leaving marks. I felt very relieved that she hadn�t hit my skin with those claws.
Taking advantage of my surprise, she darted off, into the woods. Despite my better knowledge I gave chase. Maybe her powers were still muddling my mind. Whatever the reason, I found myself chasing her through the dense vegetation of the forest, and I barely kept up with her. While she seems to be physically the weakest of the Mystic Generals, she�s very fast and agile. And probably, as I was to realize soon, the smartest, and the most insane.
Eventually, our wild chase through the forest led us to a cliff that pretty much dropped straight down. Flea was standing by the cliff�s edge, looking trapped. As I came closer, she took to pacing back and forth along the edge, looking down and then at me, as if going over her choices. Feeling sure I had her where I wanted her, I took another step forwards. In reply, Flea took one backwards, bringing her over the edge, and for a moment, she seemed to hover there before plunging down.
Maybe my knight training was to blame, not allowing me to leave a lady in distress. No matter what caused it, I found myself carefully scaling the cliff, to see if she was still alive. After a fall like that, I doubted it, but you never knew with Mystics. They tended to be sturdier that they looked.
I came down to find a meadow and a small spring in an area surrounded by cliffs. The only way to access the area was to climb the cliffs. What I didn�t find was any trace of Flea, injured or otherwise. Just soft, green grass and waters that seemed to come from a small spring in the side of the cliff.
Not willing to deal with the climb back up just yet, I took off my helmet and bent down to get some water to refresh me after the chase. The whole area was pretty peaceful, so I wasn�t prepared for any trouble.
So when someone behind me suddenly spoke up, I got a face full of water as a result.
�You know� �Your concern is touching, but��
I turned to find Flea standing behind me, a decidedly amused look on her face.
��I can fly, remember?�
The statement made me want to kick myself. I should have known that. I�ve seen her fly before, so why I forget then, I have no idea. Maybe it was purely instinct.
Flea didn�t seem worried about being alone down there with me. Quite the opposite, in fact, she seemed to find it all very amusing. As I watched her carefully, knowing very well how treacherous she can be, she sat down in the grass next to the spring, absentmindedly undoing her braid. Her hair fell down in slight waves, shining in the sun, and thus accenting the fact that she wasn�t human. No human had hair in that color. Light red, maybe, but never pink.
Once her hair was loose, she proceeded to kick off her shoes and roll the legs of her leggings up, putting her feet into the water and kicking them lazily back and forth.
When she realized that I was looking at her, she looked up at me and smiled, tilting her head to the side.
�Something wrong?� She asked, taking off her cloak and dropping it on the grass next to her. Her tone was decidedly amused.
I frowned at her. �Unless you have suddenly forgotten, we are enemies.� I wasn�t at all sure of what to make of her behavior. Of course, I generally get that feeling around her. She�s confusing as nothing else.
Flea giggled and reached down; tracing patterns in the water with her fingers, her nails now back to normal, if a bit long. �I don�t really feel like fighting right now,� she said, her voice taking on a soft, poisonously sweet tone.
�You don�t feel like fighting?� I�m sure my voice gave away my surprise at her statement. One of my soldiers had called her a �vicious bitch�, and though I hadn�t approved of his choice of words, I did agree. Flea was usually quite willing to fight.
The Mystic smiled at me and lazily tilted her head again. �I�m not nearly as fond of fighting as you seem to believe, Sir Cyrus,� she said, a soft purr to her voice. �There are far better ways to spend energy and time.�
With a sudden shock, I realized that she was being flirtatious. I certainly hadn�t expected that. Girls occasionally do flirt with me, though I try my best to discourage them. Such behavior isn�t very moral. Enemies, though, generally does not flirt with me.
Flea has never been a usual enemy, though. Not by far. She did have a habit of using her looks to her advantage in battle. I strongly suspected that she had somehow spelled her clothing to tear in strategic areas during a fight, because they did tend to do that. And several of his troops swore that they had heard her voice inside their heads, whispering things to scandalous to repeat.
I can�t deny that she is a stunning beauty. The traits that mark her as a Mystic just serve to make her even more exotic and intriguing, and she carries herself with a self-assured grace and confidence that few women can mix. When you add this to her physical beauty, you get a creature capable of captivating anyone.
Too my shame, this includes me.
This brings me back to the beginning, and the situation I had no intention to get myself into but still managed, somehow. In one minute, I was staring at Flea in disbelief. Then I met her eyes, and before I knew what was happening, I found myself on the ground, with Flea in my lap. Kissing me.
For such a small woman, she�s surprisingly strong. She had no problem clinging to me, digging her nails into my neck where my skin was unprotected. It hurt a lot, but somehow, I couldn�t get myself to react properly. It was like a sort of mist had somehow drifted into my mind, clouding my senses and keeping me from reacting like usual.
It�s unsettling to have your mind think one thing and your body doing something completely different. While my mind kept trying to push Flea away, my body was doing the exactly opposite thing, pulling her closer and wrapping my arms around her waist.
Flea chuckled and pressed closer, her hands wandering. I shouldn�t have been able to feel it though my armor, but I did, like a steady source of heat roaming my body. I wasn�t sure what she hoped to accomplish, since my reactions were rather restricted by the armor I wore. Plate armor wasn�t intended for encounters of this nature.
However, plate armor apparently was no match for the determination of a stubborn Mystic. Flea somehow managed to get her nails, or maybe claws, underneath the armor, slicing through the leather straps keeping it in place. If I hadn�t been so distracted, I would have been appalled at how easily she got through my armor.
Not that she seemed to care about most of it. The only piece of armor she removed was the codpiece, with a skill that implied that she had done this before. In any other situation, I might have been worried about the implications of that, since the Guardian troops are the only ones around to wear plate mail, but I was too busy with other things to think about that.
Again, I had a moment where my body and mind were doing different things. My mind was telling me what a bad idea this was; that Flea was my enemy and that doing this with a woman I was not married to, or even courting, was disgraceful to us both. My body, though, was enjoying the attention very much, and shamefully enough, at the moment, I preferred listening to my body.
Flea chuckled again, leaning in to nibble at my ear while running her hand over the front of my trousers. Apparently I amused her.
�Yes, you do.� She said, biting down on my earlobe rather painfully.
I hadn�t meant to speak out loud, but I must have. I wasn�t ready to consider the other possibility. If she could read my mind� �No, I wasn�t going to think about that.
Flea pulled back and smiled, before grasping my groin firmly, causing me to gasp in surprise. �You�re odd,� she purred softly.
Though it was against my training, I couldn�t keep myself from replying to that. �I hardly think you have the right to call me odd, General Flea,� I said, mentally hitting myself for insulting a lady. Even a lady of such dubious virtue as this one.
She was obviously not particularly insulted, though. Her response was a soft giggle and an increase in her quite distracting rubbing.
�You�re the first man I�ve ever had to coax this much,� she said with a smile. �It�s interesting. I�m more used to aggressive men.�
This did not surprise me; Mystics were a rough bunch of cretins, but it did surprise me that a woman as powerful as she couldn�t fight them off if needed. When I told her that, Flea burst into laughter and had to stop her groping to catch her breath. If I could, I would have kicked myself for regretting the loss of her touch.
Flea did catch her breath after a while, but she kept giggling. �Silly human,� she said, her tone that deadly sweet one again. �I like aggressive. It�s fun�� She crept closer, leaning in to lick the rim of my ear. �But it�s nice with a change once in a while.�
She put her hand on my groin again, but this time I could feel her nails pressing against my skin. For a moment, I almost panicked, but there was no pain, just the sound of fabric ripping. Then her hand sneaked into the hole, wrapping around my penis. I gasped, my head falling back.
I closed my eyes, trying in vain to keep from feeling utterly useless. I couldn�t have pulled away if I wanted to, feeling reduced to the strength of a newborn kitten. And what was worse, I didn�t want to. I wanted more of this, more of the sensation those amazingly skilled fingers brought.
Flea made a sound that sounded deceptively like a cat�s purr, and moved a bit. I kept my eyes closed, not sure I could handle seeing what she planned to do. My treacherous mind was already feeding me suggestions, though.
A sudden tug, followed by a rush of cold air hitting a sensitive area informed me that Flea had more in mind than just stroking me like she was doing. Still, I was unprepared for the sudden feeling of her tongue on my member, a teasing slow swipe. I might very well have whimpered. Whatever my reaction was, it drew another chuckle from Flea, followed by another swipe of her tongue. This time she didn�t draw back, either, but kept licking.
Against my better judgment, I opened my eyes halfway and looked down at Flea, who was kneeling between my legs now, bent over for better access. The sight was possibly the most erotic thing I have ever seen. Flea�s eyes were half-closed, too, but her eyes were almost glowing, giving her a slightly eerie appearance. She must have noticed me looking, because she looked up at me and smiled, blinking slowly. Then she bent forwards and took me into her mouth.
I know I whimpered then, and I probably made more embarrassing sounds than that, as well. It was just impossible not to; the combination of lips, tongue and fingers at the same time, on the most sensitive spot on my body, was too maddening.
Flea gave yet another chuckle, sending vibrations though my body and causing my head to fall back again, closing my eyes tightly. She kept licking, sucking and stroking me, driving me mad with both pleasure and shame. It didn�t really help closing my eyes and looking away, either, because I could see her eyes in my mind, and hear her chuckles and soft purrs.
At least my body couldn�t stand the intense pleasure for a long time. Before long, I felt the familiar pressure build up, sending me spiraling towards the edge rapidly. When my climax hit me, I arched as much as possible in plate armor and fell backwards, my head hitting the ground with a dull thump.
Once I recovered, I sat back up, starting to untangle my hands from where they had somehow ended up twined into Flea�s hair. I had probably tugged her hair roughly when I climaxed, but she certainly didn�t seem in any pain. She was smiling like a cat who had stolen the cream, smug and satisfied with herself.
�You certainly have a lot of pent up energy,� she said, licking her lips. �Wouldn�t have expected that.�
I blushed. I couldn�t help it. It made me feel ridiculous, I was a Knight of the Square Table and knights don�t blush, but her comment and tone made me feel like an awkward teenager again.
Flea just giggled. �If I had the time, Sir Cyrus, I�d figure out just how much energy you�ve got to spare.� Her tone made no attempt to hide what she meant, and I was once again horrified to discover how many embarrassing images my mind could supply as a result.
�However, there is no time. Your knights are looking for you.� Flea grinned. �Not that I�d mind an audience, but I�d rather have an audience that wouldn�t attempt to kill me.� She got up and ran her fingers through her hair. �Besides, my job here is done. Sir Magus is calling.� Picking up her cloak, she turned and gave me a lazy smile. �Wouldn�t do to keep him waiting. He�s a demanding man�� With those words, she was gone. Disappeared.
I was left behind, sitting on the grass with torn trousers and a very guilty conscience. My body might have betrayed me, but I had betrayed my kingdom, my troops, and my liege.
The sudden appearance of my troops did nothing to make me feel better. They threw down a rope to help me climb back up, and looked anxiously at me. I looked away, and met Glenn�s eyes. There was a sadness and betrayal in my friend�s eyes that made me feel like dirt. He obviously knew. I didn�t know how, but he did, and it was hurting him. I hadn�t felt as low in my entire life as I did then.
I gathered my cloak around me and headed off, towards Zenan Bridge. �Let�s go!� I told my troops, trying to sound confident and aloof. In reality, I just felt like a major bastard, and a traitor. I wanted to talk to Glenn, to explain that it wasn�t my fault, but I knew that would be a lie. I remained silent, instead, not saying another word for the entire journey back to Guardia. I didn�t know what to say anymore.
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