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Destiny Intertwined: The Other Halves	By : SeppukuNoTenshi Category: +S through Z > Soul Caliber Views: 1757 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: For anyone who came here from ff.net, Hi! This is the other half chapter 26! For anyone who hasn't read Destiny Intertwined on ff.net, Hi! Quick explanation: The story this is a side-thing of is AU-ish. It takes place in modern times, Siegfried inherited a company from his father when Frederick died and gets himself possessed by Soul Edge while going through Frederick's things. Kilik grew up at the Temple (much like in the games because that place is really behind the times... or tradition, depending on how you look at it). So... yeah, if you care about what lead up to this moment, fanfiction.net Destiny Intertwined in the Soul Calibur section. Mostly, Siegfried/Kilik is my favorite (crack) SC pairing and it needs more love. All the love. I'm not very good with smut writing and I'm sorry if its lame or lacking or whateves. Please enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Calibur or any of the characters therein and no profit is made from writing this.

The Watching Opportunist Pt. 2

The second time Siegfried awoke in his darkened room, he honestly felt rested. It would be impossible for him to tell how much time had really passed without seeing how light or dark it was outside of his room or looking at Kilik's phone for the time. He didn't much care about what time it might have been. Even the possibility of having slept though the rest of the day and well into the next morning- thus making both him and Kilik late to work- wasn't much of a concern. He was too relaxed and comfortable for things like time to matter. All that really mattered to him at that moment was the soft movements of the sleeping man who had managed to cuddle up against him as they slept.

Funny, he hadn't pegged Kilik as the cuddling type. Sure enough, however, the smaller of the two had managed to get himself tucked securely under Siegfied's arm with his head resting on the larger man's chest. He looked comfortable. Siegfried couldn't bring himself to complain, since he was also very comfortable with the position. He told himself that he really shouldn't be- he wasn't the kind of guy to get so comfortable being like that with another person without knowing them for longer or being very drunk- but even to him there wasn't a convincing enough argument to push the smaller man away.

You love it, don't you?

The alien thoughts that drifted through the blonde's mind had apparently returned. Their absence had been noticed, but not really missed, by the businessman and he wasn't sure whether or not he was surprised to be hearing things again. Surprised or not at the voice's reappearance, Siegfried was confused as to what the words really meant. He didn't love being snuggled against by strangers, nor did he love relationships of any kind with coworkers, and he definitely wasn't in love with his IT guy in any sappy chick-flick sort of way.

He's so vulnerable there. The voice elaborated. He's clinging to you. So close, so very close and so very warm. It was a dark whisper that slid down Siegfried's spine like a droplet of cold sweat that caused shivers through his body. Impossible to ignore and go back to sleep. He was so... there was a brief pause, a search for the right word before the voice settled on, alluring, wasn't he? Leaning on the doorway and staring at you. Needing you. Wanting. You.

Images behind Siegfried's eyelids accompanied the voice when his eyes squeezed shut to avoid looking at the smaller man. Kilik with his eyes closed and his lower lip caught between his teeth in an attempt to hold back a moan. The way a light sheen of sweat covered his skin and the blush that stained his cheeks as he shook his head back in forth, trying to fight- to hold something back. The moment when whatever he was fighting wins out and his body arches and twitches and his mouth flies open in a silent scream- his lips mouthing Siegfried's name. The phantom feeling of hands clinging to Siegfried's body, nails digging into his skin, in an attempt to hold on and pull him closer.

Blue eyes flew open, unable or unwilling to entertain those thoughts about the man next to him who, as though in reaction to the same force that fed Siegfried those images, gasped and shivered and convulsed- ever so slightly. Whether or not Kilik attempted to bury his face further against Siegfried to get closer to the German or to get away from something else was hard to tell. It only served to give the whispers in Siegfried's mind more to work with.

You can feel it. You both feel it building inside of you. Hot and needy. Go on... give in...

When Siegfried's arm tightened slightly around his guest and when his other hand moved to cup Kilik's face, his thumb tracing the man's mouth, the German wasn't sure if it was because he wanted to or if something was moving him. As his hand slid slowly down, his thumb brushing over Kilik's lower lip, then chin, to finally rest on his neck, Siegfried decided that he didn't much care what caused the first move to happen; especially when Kilik made a small sound, his throat vibrating ever so slightly under the pad of Siegfried's thumb.

“Hn...” Kilik's eyes fluttered open, obviously having to force himself to wake up. It took a moment for the fogginess to pass and his mind to make sense of the hand at his neck, the arm around him, and the man looking down at him with something akin to hunger in his eyes. The puzzled look that overtook his features could have been about what was happening or why he was shirtless. No matter what it was for, Siegfried found it to be oddly, yet utterly, adorable.

The hand at Kilik's neck ghosted back up to cup his chin and tilt his head slightly as Siegfried leaned in slowly, agonizingly slowly for the German, to capture the smaller man's lips. They were softer than he thought they would be and he couldn't help the shutter than ran through his body as his mind produced an image- an estimate- of what those lips would feel like lower, much lower, on his body. He could feel as well as hear his guest's whimper as his tongue pushed passed those soft lips to delve into the warm cavity they concealed. Slowly, thoroughly, Siegfried explored his IT guy's mouth. He tasted sweet, which was more surprising to the German than it probably should have been. He let out a low, approving, growl when Kilik's own appendage began to move, nervously, against his own. If he didn't know better, he'd say the Asian kissed as nervously as someone who had never...

The thought interrupted the relaxed and needy haze that had settled over Siegfried. He slowly pulled away from the other man, unable to help the pleased smile at how Kilik whimpered quietly at the loss of contact, and stared down at the brunette who was staring back up at him with half-lidded eyes a shade darker than their usual chocolate color. The blush that had developed on the other man's face could have been because of the fever, but Siegfried highly doubted that. It was proof enough that he shouldn't have had to ask, but he had to be absolutely sure before he did anything else, “Kilik,” It was almost awkward to have to ask someone who, Siegfried guessed, was probably about as old as himself, “...was that your first kiss?”

Kilik gave a nod and had to swallow before he answered, “Yes.” His voice had an almost airy quality to it. He didn't look upset or disgusted, but he still looked confused about the situation.

Before Kilik could ask any questions or Siegfried could do anything he might potentially regret to a man who was obviously still a virgin- though, how anyone could make it well into their twenties without getting laid was a mystery to the German who had had quiet a bit of experience before even leaving high-school- the owner of the house pulled away from the smaller man and got off the bed. Ignoring the voice in his head that was asking him what he was doing and urging him to go back to defiling the virgin, Siegfried walked out of the room and into the bathroom.

With the door securely closed behind him and more than enough space between himself and the man who made up his company's tech department, Siegfried took a few deep breaths to try to calm himself. He still felt warm, the slight buzz that had begun to run through his veins hadn't yet subsided and his mind still supplying him imagery of what he could be doing to Kilik at that moment and what reactions he might get from the smaller man. Had he been a lesser man, Siegfried would have given in, turned around, and experimented with whether or not Kilik's expressions would be better or worse than he imagined them to be.

As it was, Siegfried moved the few steps he needed to take himself away from the door and towards the toilet. His eyes slid closed as his hand slid down to undo the button and zipper of his pants and free himself from the confines of his clothing. Slowly at first, Siegfried's hand moved to pump himself as he pictured himself smirking and leaning back down for another kiss. Kilik would return the kiss, making helpless little sounds as Siegfried rolled over to put himself on top of the smaller man.

The German would press his hips down and find Kilik already excited, unused to being touched. He would force the smaller man's wrists above his head and hold them there with one hand while the other slid down Kilik's chest and stomach. The thought of Siegfried continuing to hungrily kiss his IT guy, practically fucking the other man's mouth with his tongue while the smaller man struggled under him- unable to figure out if he wanted to get away or arch into the skilled hand that had found his nipple and was coaxing it to harden- shouldn't have been a turn on. That didn't stop Siegfried from holding back a groan and hardening in his hand as it slid, slowly, up and down.

He could imagine breaking away from the kiss to bite Kilik's lip, making his captive IT guy yelp and shudder. When Siegfried began to grind himself on Kilik, the smaller man would return the action. He would moan when the German sucked on the place that had been bitten. His hand would torture Kilik's other nipple and he would hear the Asian gasp and moan and cry out under the stimulation before his hand wold travel lower to cup Kilik through the over-large shorts Siegfried had dressed him in.

It wouldn't take long, Siegfried thought with a low groan, to have Kilik- eyes closed, lips parted, face flushed as his head thrashed back and forth- begging and moving in time with Siegfried's hand. The German stroked himself faster, giving an extra squeeze on each upstroke of his hand, as he pictured the frenzied way he would make his Asian move and how hard Kilik would try to free his hands- to no avail. The head of the Schauffen house could practically hear his name falling from his captive's lips, like a chant, getting louder and louder and oh so needy until, with a final shout and a hard thrust into the hand that had been torturing and pleasuring him, Kilik would shutter, his eyes practically rolling back in his head behind his eyelids, and cum. With a low and satisfied growl, Siegfried fallowed the image in his head and relieved himself into the toilet, the muscles in his body contracting and releasing, his hand still milking himself until he was sated.

Siegfried had never been the kind of man to hold his partners down in bed. There was never any denying who was the man in the situation- even when he was with another man- but he had never made anyone beg or tortured them like that. If he hadn't been feeling so damn good, he might have been worried about the sudden change in his preferences. Still, he hadn't touched himself- or been touched like that- since he heard about his father and it was amazing to have that feeling again. Even the voice in his head had fallen pleasantly silent.
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