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The Real Man	By : Randomguy664 Category: +S through Z > Xenogears Views: 1936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Xenosaga, or Xenogears. I make no money from this.

Chapter List
- 1-The Real Man
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(NOTE: If the thought of a guy and a futanari/hermaphrodite girl having sex isn't appealing, just back away. Do note this includes him sucking her off, but not 'receiving.' Also contains spoilers for Xenosaga III.)
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    Allen’s hands trembled as he held the tray. Just on the other side of the door that stood closed before him, the Chief needed him. She had been ill as of late and pushing herself to the point of exhaustion as well as fainting a few times.
   Originally, people thought that she merely had exhaustion. But after repeated bouts of fainting and the fact that she has been under an incredible amount of undue stress lately, it seemed like it might be something more then that. Something had to change, or else she would suffer more then fainting.
   It was times like this he knew, and others would tell him, the he should be more of a man and take proper care of the Chief like only a man could. Allen looked down at the grey tray and at the meager curry he made for her. He shook his head and sighed.
   He had been forced by circumstance to try and be a man and take care of her a number of times before…and each times he failed in a fiery crash of metaphorical proportions.
   The door opened, apparently just as his resolve faded. Of course, that was just Allen’s luck. He sighed again.
   The lights to the room were off, and it was eerily quiet, well, at least it seemed eerie to him. Allen crept into the room, if the Chief was asleep, he did not want to wake her. He just wanted to give her something to eat. He didn’t even care about getting any praise or gratitude.
   She was awake, but sitting on her bed in the dark. Even in the dim light, he could make her out. Her long hair, which changed from red to brown depending on the light and time of the year, could be seen running down her back, just about past her shoulder blades. Her frame was also visible, though he could see it with his eyes closed as he does see it ever night when he tries to go to sleep, her curves were gorgeous. She could have made a decent living being a model, if she wasn’t so intelligent.
   Allen smiled slightly. He lost himself at the sight of her.
   “Who’s there?” She asked without looking back.
   His smile died. She was depressed. “I-It’s Allen.” He said back at her. His voice trembled about as much as his hands were trembling the tray he was holding. The voice inside his head cursed and screamed at him, he was looking like a fool.
   “Oh.” The Chief said dismissively. “Well?”
   The Chief always seemed to dismiss him. “I…made you something to eat.”
   “I’m fine, Allen.” She said in that usual confidence that showed whenever she suspected someone was trying to coddle her.
   As usual, whenever he tried to take care of her, after she first dismisses him and then confidently says she doesn’t need his help, he pleaded with her. “But, Chief…” Allen said as she walked toward her bed. “…you have to eat.”
   Almost begrudgingly, the Chief accepted the tray. She then put the tray on the shelf behind her bed. “I’ll eat it when I’m good and ready.”
   With his simple and almost pathetic gesture cast aside, one would think, given other people’s notions that he is useless and a wimp, he would shirk away with his tail between his legs. If this were any other situation, they would be right. But he had been with the Chief though far too much to have his tail between his legs. He, much as it pained him, watched silently as the Chief suffered. There was no way he was going to run away. He did promised once, even though she likely ignored him at the time, that he’d follow her through the depths of hell, and he meant it.
   Allen tried to steel himself to resist her harsh words as he stood his ground. “Chief…” He said as he tried futility to make his unimpressive frame seem more broad and manly. “We all care about your well-being. Have something to eat, please?”
   On cue, the Chief’s beautiful blue-green eyes drifted away from him and looked off absentmindedly into the other direction.
   Whenever her eyes drifted off like that, Allen knew she was merely waiting for him to give up and leave. “Chief, you have to take better care of yourself. At the pace you’re setting, you’re going to suffer more then just exhaustion. Please…”
   Apparently something he said lit a fire inside the Chief, as she then, with lightning speed and a fierce glare, turned toward Allen. “As if you would know anything about me! What would a useless man like you know about what I am going through? What the hell can you do about what’s going on, Allen?”
   Allen’s frame shrunk, but his did not shirk backwards an inch.
   “What can you do to help anyone?” The Chief’s words came out like daggers, showing no mercy as they ripped into Allen.
   Still, he stood, not giving an inch. However, any resolve he managed to muster earlier was gone. Her circumstances and temperament now made her too much to handle. Again, much to Allen’s distaste, he was forced to only stand aside and watch her suffer from afar.
   The Chief’s anger turned to frustration as she bolted upward. She pushed past Allen as she strode toward the door. “I’m going to check on KOS-MOS.”
   “But Chief…” Allen muttered as the Chief was just about to open the door.
   Just after Allen tried to stop her, the Chief stopped and strode back to her bed. Again, she brushed past Allen without a second thought. She leaned forward and dug into the back of the shelf behind her bed.
   Her creamy thighs shone in the dim light as her butt wagged in Allen‘s direction, the fantastically short shorts and black stockings only made them look more tasty.
   Temptation proved too much as Allen, in a rare showing of courage, placed his hands on her thighs as he stepped intimately close to her. He leaned forward, his breath tickling the nape of her neck. “Shion.” He said coolly.
   She shivered.
   His hands moved upward, running along the subtle curves of her round butt, before continuing onward to her torso. One hand went under her shirt, and teased the soft skin underneath as his fingers traced paths upward. The hand underneath ran under her bra as well, and began gently caressing her left breast.
   The other hand, forgoing her chest, instead found itself under her chin. Raising her chin upward and to the right, the hand brought Shion’s face to Allen’s before gently stroking her face.
   Her lips quivered in anticipation.
   It wouldn’t be classy or polite to keep them waiting. Allen promptly kissed her.
   With its job done, the right hand went south, racing across Shion’s body before stopping at he shorts. With the deft dexterity of a surgeon, the button and zipper were undone and her shorts feel to her ankles. Allen’s hand then when to the real work to be done, it slipped under her panties. She was already wet and hot.
   Shion broke from the kiss and moaned in approval. Her knees began to tremble as the pleasure of Allen’s fingers running along the lips of her pussy became too much.
   Just as she was about to fall from her quaking legs, Allen held her and guided her to her bed. She landed gracefully on the bed, her shirt and bra hiked up enough for a pink nipple to be exposed, her hair spread like a fan, her lower set of lips salivating onto the sheets.
   Allen’s clothes were sent to the winds and he stood over Shion with a reassuring smile on his face.
   A ready and willing Shion smiled sublimely. “I…” She tried to say, but the rest of her words were garbled and sounded awkward.
   Angry at himself, Allen bit his tongue. His mind returned from dwelling in fantasy.
   The Chief still dug into the back of the shelf behind her bed. Unbeknownst to her, she wagged her butt at Allen, tempting him. She always was oblivious to him it seemed.
   But he did not try anything with the Chief. She had enough things to worry about. He didn’t need to add something, anything, on that list.
   “Aha!” The Chief said as she finally withdrew from her scouring of her shelf, with the object she was looking for in her possession. She stood upright and as she turned around to return to her stride out the room, she was surprised at Allen’s presence. “You’re still here?”
   Allen was a little guilty at his imagination running wild and nodded without a second thought. “I’m sorry Chief.” His right hand rubbed the nape of his neck as he sat down on the edge of Shion’s bed.
   As usual, she ignored him as she strode past him without a second thought. “I’m going to check on KOS-MOS.” She reiterated just before she opened the door.
   Again, Allen had to reiterate his line. “But Chief!” She said more confidently this time. “KOS-MOS…isn’t there…did you forget?”
   Stopping just before she left through the now open door, she lowered her head and sighed despondently. “I…forgot that.” The door closed before her as she shook her head. Her confident stride was reduced to a more solemn and drained one as she returned to her bed and sat next to Allen.
   Peering at her out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that her spirits, which a few moments ago seemed to light up at the thought immersing herself in the tedious task of checking KOS-MOS’ systems, had now sunk again. Not coincidentally, Allen’s sunk as well.
   Bringing the object she searched for forward, the Chief sighed. “I really needed this.” She said dejectedly.
   Despite the fact he was probably the most knowledgeable person next to the Chief about KOS-MOS alive, Allen did not recognize what dangled by a strap from the Chief’s hand. “…What is that?”
   Her dejection seemed to fade as the Chief began to explain the object to Allen. “This is KOS-MOS’ Quaternary Armament.” She grasped the two straps and held it properly, it seemed to be a cylindrical object with a pair of straps on the left and right ends of the base. “Worn on her hips, the straps can be plugged into her by removing a small portion of the plating on her hips. This allows it to be controlled directly by her control program. When given the proper command, it can take the form of a male penis, and feel and function as one.”
   Allen’s mouth was agape. She was so oblivious to his presence; she was perfectly willing to describe such a piece of sexual equipment to him. A moment after that realization came another; she was apparently having some sort of sex with the android. “Chief…”
   She was still oblivious to him. “Sometimes” she said into the darkness “I just get so lonely. I have the need to be…filled.” Her beautiful blue-green eyes were then hidden behind her eyelids as she closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. “But now KOS-MOS is gone.” From the corner of her eyes, a bit of water, a tear, began to form.
   Every man has a breaking point, a point where a wrong becomes so great, that even the most useless of men can’t stand aside and let it happen anymore. It is when something becomes so wrong, that the man does everything in his power to stop it and to mend wounds, break bonds, whatever is needed to stop this wrong…this injustice. Allen’s breaking point was seeing the Chief, Shion, cry. He had seen it before, and both times he could do nothing but stand aside and watch from afar.
   But this time, this time when she began to cry, he could not stand aside, watch from afar and do nothing. “Shion!” He said as he turned to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “I’ll do anything for you. Let me do anything for you. Tell me what I need to do. Just…please” his voice trembled, just a little “don’t cry.”
   Shion said nothing as she turned toward Allen. She placed her hands on his chest. For a moment, he though she was going lean on him and start to cry on his shoulder, but instead, her hands slipped downward. Her hands slipped under his shirt and as she ran her hands along his chest, they brought his shirt up.
   Considering this was something he never expect Shion to do, Allen looked toward her for a clue on how to react.
   She looked up at him, her eyes were pleading, a little desperate and hoping he would comply.
   As if he would say no.
   He moved in close to her and kissed her. The voice inside his head started a rather rambunctious celebration party.
   But Shion pushed him away, just a little. But it was enough to put a stop to the kiss. “Just…for tonight.” She said as she averted her eyes from his loving gaze. “Nothing more.”
   Allen had no qualms with that. Since initiating a tongue tango with her was out of the question, Allen decided that it he should move on toward the main event. He removed his shirt. He then without hesitation removed hers. Truth be told, he was a little embarrassed, her chest was pretty impressive for a woman, while his chest was pretty unimpressive for a man. To look on the bright side though, he was going to have sex with a woman with a great rack.
   Standing up as she removed her bra, Shion breathed a sigh of relief as her divinely inspired breasts finally breathed free. But that sigh of relief devolved into an unsure sigh as her fingers began to remove her short shorts.
   As her short shorts fell to the floor, Allen stood up and stationed himself behind her, as he went to work kissing down her neck; his hands busily went to work. His left hand went for a breast, at first gently massaging the soft and perfect mound of flesh, before deciding to get a little more confident and more passionate. His right hand, his preferred hand to getting down to business, headed straight for the last article of clothing on her body, her panties. Slipping his hand under the thin cloth, he noticed something that would cause a lesser and much more foolish man to recoil, remove his hands from her and demand an explanation. Passing by the anomaly for now, his fingers danced around her pussy, it did not take too much for her to start to feel a little moist and for her breathing to become heavier.
   “Allen…I’m sorry…” Shion tried to explain.
   He paid her no attention; the matter did not need explanation. Knowing that her wet pussy would be attended to later, Allen‘s hand took hold of the rod above her pussy. Though he usually did this with his left hand, he still could do it with his right; he started to stroke her member. The juice from his excursion to her pussy worked rather well to lubricate it enough to make it more pleasurable.
   Her attempts to explain away her cock were drowned out by her moans of pleasure. She turned her head back towards Allen and her face made it obvious of her approval of his methods. However, her pleading eyes did foreshadow what she was going to say. “I need more.”
   Looking into her gorgeous blue-green eyes, Allen too was unsatisfied, although for different reasons then her. Still, he reminded himself of why he was doing this and brushed aside his own wishes. His hands moved to her hips and he moved aside. He then, as he always hoped he once would, laid her on the bed.
   She removed her panties and threw them to the winds.
   In surprisingly less time then it took Shion to take off her panties, Allen had already thrown his pants and underpants to the winds.
   When his mind would wander off to imagination, the most carnal image of Shion that would come to mind would actually be very close what his is seeing now. She, lying on her bed, her soft skin and pink nipples exposed, her pussy nice and wet and begging for him. Her eyes were pleading, but also accepting of him. He was all she could think of, she was all he could think of. The sex would be like magic, a symphony of moans and panting, and the exhilaration of that race toward climax as he felt her, as she was filled with him. They would, always, reach that finish line of the race at the same time; their primal sounds of pleasure would reach their crescendo. They would collapse upon each other. As he lay mostly on top of her, their faces intimately close, she would, through the sweat and flushing of her face, smile satisfied. Afterward, as they lay next to each other, she asleep on his shoulder, they, two flawed incomplete people, for just a moment, would feel whole.
   However, there’s a difference between fantasy and reality. Fantasy is not real, reality is real. In reality, Shion, for whatever reason that didn’t matter a bit to Allen, had a cock. In addition, this was not quite the romantic expression he had hoped for, as he was only getting this far to sate Shion‘s carnal needs tonight.
   Still, he had a duty to please her. She was horny after all. It would not be right to leave her all pleading.
   Kneeling down next to the bed, Allen took a good look at Shion’s cock. How she hid an eight inch cock like that in her short shorts is a mystery, space age polymers or something. Her member was swelling as he wrapped his right hand around it and started to pump it slowly. Placing his other hand on the leg to his left, he started to run that hand up and down her thigh, each stride back and forth got a little longer, every swing toward her got closer and closer to her pussy.
   Shion’s other leg writhed a little as she started to breathe just a little heavier.
   When he said he would do anything, Allen didn’t think he would have to suck on her cock, but then again, that would be considered under the ‘anything’ umbrella. Leaning in closer, Allen without hesitation licked the head of her cock. He had to start somewhere; unfortunately, this was not something he had any experience in. He decided to continue with his tongue. Again, he lashed the head of her cock with his tongue, as he became more daring and began to wrap and swirl his tongue around the bulbous head.
   His hand, which had been caressing her leg, getting closer and closer with each stroke, finally hit her lips, and instead of caressing her leg, now he was caressing her lips.
   Her slightly heavy breathing became soft moans, her enjoyment; her pleasure at Allen’s actions became apparent as she wrapped her fantastic legs tightly around him.
   Some things just fill you with pride, in this case, driving a woman closer and closer to ecstasy. With this pride egging him on, Allen decided to stop with the tongue work and take her cock into his mouth. Going down until her head hit the back of his throat, he slowly withdrew her cock from his mouth, swirling his tongue as best he could under the circumstances. This became pattern and each time he came back up, he looked up at Shion, and seeing her writhe in pleasure always filled him with glee.
   After coming back up one last time, he withdrew her cock from his mouth completely, and began to entwine his tongue around her cock as he ran his head up and down her shaft. From the way she was holding so tightly to him with her legs, and the way the rest of her was writhing, she must be closer to cumming.
   One last push was need for her to cum. Allen’s hand had been rubbing Shion’s pussy, but he had yet to stick a finger in there. Removing his hand for a moment, he pointed one finger into the air, pointed toward Shion’s nether region and without hesitation, thrust it into her.
   Just as he predicted it would, the finger proved itself to push her right into cumming.    She clawed into the bed sheets, her legs tightened around him to the point of it actually being painful and she thrust her hips forward. A blast of semen shot from her, sending the fluid at least four feet into the air, before coming down upon the both of them. She then, much to Allen’s relief, relaxed her legs’ grip on him and was panting in relief.
   Between her panting, she looked at Allen and smiled slightly. “KOS-MOS never gave a blowjob with such passion before.”
   Allen smiled just as slightly back.
   Shion relaxed and breathed one last sigh of relief and release. At least some of the tension and frustration she had earlier had been washed away by all the sexual pleasure.
   “We’re not done yet. You’ve been satisfied, but you haven’t been sated yet, have you?” Allen said as he stood up, and held his cock in hand.
   “I…still need more.” Shion’s hand moved southward and she placed it over her pussy. With her index and middle finger, she spread her lips open. “I need to be filled.”
   In his mind, Allen repeated the other admission she said along with that. ‘I just get so lonely.’   He knew there could be no other acceptable option then to basically fuck her brains out if he wanted to sate her need tonight. Metaphorically though, she needs her brains, they were important to her.
   Shion laid back, holding her legs close to her chest. Her pussy dripped fluid, it had been begging for penetration for quite a while; it had been waiting long enough.
   As he prepared to insert his cock into her, Allen was reminded, unfortunately or no, of her butt. Her butt looked absolutely beautiful and the other hole was just looking ripe to be fucked as well. But he resisted the temptation; he had a duty after all.
   At first, it seemed like he would just slide right into her, but as he got further, she became tight. She did know at least some martial arts, it could be that she was merely learned how to and was now using those muscles. On the other hand, it had been a while since the last time she actually had a man inside her. Allen started to think of who that last person could have been, but he quickly stopped that train of thought. Thinking about that wouldn’t help matters.
   After he was fully inside her, he started to move back and forth, that entertaining and arousing sloshing sound was always good to hear as he fucked Shion.
   It was at about the time he finally got a good rhythm going did he finally look down at Shion underneath him. Currently, her eyes were closed, her hands clenching and relaxing into the bed sheets with every thrust and drawing back. With each thrust, depending on how forceful that thrust was, her fine breasts bounced or jiggled. Her cock was semi-erect, and flailed back and forth with each thrust, with each flailing; it became just a little harder.
   She was gorgeous.
   Wrapping one arm around her left leg, Allen reached down and took a hold of her cock and began to pump it. Each of his thrusts into her and each stroke of her member sent waves of pleasure into Shion, she moaned with each.
   Her cock swelled to full erection in a rather short amount of time, considering she had just blown a large load a few minutes ago. If he was able to, he would probably try and suck her off and fuck her at the same time, but he was nowhere near as flexible. Giving a blowjob, especially to a gorgeous woman like Shion, was rather exciting. If given the opportunity again, he must remember to do that again. Then again, he would jump at the opportunity to do anything if it was with Shion.
   With one powerful thrust from Allen, Shion’s right leg, not being restrained by his arm, flailed and knocked the curry he made for her from the shelf behind her bed and onto the floor. She was too enthralled by the pleasure to notice or care. He shrugged, he was pretty sure the curry was too bland for her anyway.
   Given how frantically and strongly she clawed into the sheets, he figured she was pretty close to that finish line. Fortunately for him, he was ready to blow his load into her at a moment’s notice. Only by sheer willpower has he not cummed inside her yet. This situation may have not have almost anything in common with the fantasy that he had of sex with Shion, but if there was one thing he would make the same, it would be that moment where they both cross that finish line and climax together.
   Suddenly, Shion’s hands stopped their clawing, and she threw her arms upward, grasping Allen and pulling him intimately close to her. Her legs followed suit, trapping him, close to cumming, deep inside her.
   “Allen!” She screamed in utter ecstasy as she came, her cock, pressed between their torsos, unleashed a blast of semen between them. Shion moaned in utter satisfaction and pleasure as she reached climax.
   However, through even more sheer force of will then he thought he could muster, Allen resisted still, despite the fact he wanted to cum along with her. The last thing he wanted to do was burden her, especially with such an act of possibly dire and permanent consequences.
   When her cries of ecstasy and moans of pleasure stopped, and her limbs loosened their constraining of him, he pulled out of her and came on her stomach without fanfare.
   He collapsed on her, partially due to exhaustion, but also out of dismay. Nothing seemed to be like he imagined it would be. It was very pleasurable, it still seemed…dissatisfying.
   Opening her eyes at last, Shion’s eyes met with Allen’s. She smiled satisfied, completely and utterly.
   It didn’t take long for the Chief to become oblivious to him again. Only at most five minutes passed before she climbed out of bed, almost unaware or just not acknowledging that she had sex with Allen. She was putting her clothes back on without a second thought about him.
   Allen stepped out of the Chief’s bed and gathered his own clothes. The ‘Just for tonight’ offer had apparently concluded.
   She had business to attend to and was unaware as Allen was at the door, just about to leave. One would think that he would feel cheapened by just being a fix for her. But he didn’t care. Even if she did just use him, he helped her at least a little. He would let himself be used a thousand times over if it helped even the littlest bit.
    He did, after all, love her.
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Author Notes:
Written a few years ago. There's actually a pretty interesting story of how it was finished. Best described as divine intervention.
The title is a quasi-reference to well, Allen's big showdown near the end of Xenosaga III. (I'll spare spoilers, those that have played it know what I'm talkin' 'bout likely.) This story is supposed to be a prime example of the kind of devotion that Allen has for Shion, and that devotion is what changed her mind. Just because a guy is a wimp doesn't mean he's not badass and manly as hell.
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