Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Love and Duty ❯ Valentine's Day Special ( One-Shot )

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Personal Note: Thanks for all who have waited so very long for chapter 7; it's almost done and should be here shortly. Birthdays, school, and family events have kept my free time strapped, so as a thank you I wanted to present a short and sweet one-shot for V-day. *Sigh* I'm a year older now.


A Valentine's oneshot special: Muja'c Tyo

Enjoy!





Baralai woke first, as usual. He moved with his sleepy morning cadence, gently removing himself from his lover's grip. Slipping out of the warm cocoon, he begrudgingly set himself on the cool ground. Stretching lightly, Baralai padded down the hall, bare feet silent against the smooth, wood floor. He made his way into the kitchen, body mindlessly grasping the second steaming pot. He silently thanked whoever made coffee makers with timers.

A hand came from behind him, reaching over to a cupboard, withdrawing 2 patch-colored mugs. Baralai smiled softy as he felt the other arm wrap around his waist, the firm body aligning with his.

"Mornin'." Gippal whispered lovingly, pulling his lover close.

"Mmm. What are you doing up, mujamo*?" Baralai poured a cup of coffee.

"You know I can't sleep without my tacand vmufan*."

Baralai strained against the gentle hold as his long arms reached out to a distant cupboard, taking out a small package.

"I don't know why you bother with that stuff." Gippal motioned to the tea packet now being placed in a steaming mug.

"Because it doesn't have a lot of caffeine. And my taste buds haven't been dulled long enough to not notice the bitter taste of coffee. It's a last resort."

"Y'know, " Gippal said, reaching around and grabbing the already made cup of the dark liquid, "I wish you were shorter." He rested his cheek against Baralai's shoulder, Baralai leaning back into the embrace.

"You wish I was shorter?" He asked bemused.

"Yeah," Gippal tippy-toed, trying to rest his chin on Baralai's head, but he couldn't reach. "You're too tall."

"Anything else you want to change, while you're at it?" Baralai joked.

"Yes, in fact, there is. You're too skinny." Gippal proved his point by jabbing at the Praetor's ribs, chuckling darkly at an outburst of 'ow'. "See? Nothing there."

"There's something there. Everything there should be, puo*"


"Who you callin' a puo?"

"Why I think it should be quite obvious." Baralai turned, now leaning against the counter, legs spread apart invitingly.

"Did I ever say I'd get bored of you?" Gippal pressed himself between the gap, leaning in for a kiss.

"No." Baralai smiled, wrapping his arms around the Al Bhed's neck.

"Good. Then I still haven't lied." Gippal met halfway, kissing his passionate lover. He absent-mindedly set down his coffee, devoting all his attentions to the man in front of him. It was a wonderful thing, these mornings. And it could only get better. After all, it was Muja'c Tyo*. Only good things could come from this day.

"What's got you so amorous today?" Baralai breathed, delighted in the short kissing dual they shared.

"It's because you're not working today." Gippal kissed Baralai again, overjoyed by the intense euphoria that infused him when his lover kissed him back.

"There has got to be something besides that." They've been living together for 11 months, and they still find new things about each other. Every day. Like how Baralai was submissive and aggressive. Would do anything to please, especially if that meant he was in control in his subservient ways. Or how Gippal had a fit if they didn't shower together. His excuse was water conservation, but the honest truth was he couldn't, and wouldn't, miss any opportunity to touch. Even while Baralai would be dressing he could always feel a ghost of a hand slink up his thigh.

"There is this holiday we celebrate..." Gippal elaborated vaguely, kissing Baralai again and moving slowly against him.

"And what day would that be?" Baralai gasped out as hands wickedly slipped down the back of his pants.

"It's Muja'c Tyo. Just a little holiday we all celebrate with glee. Y'know, give small gifts to friends and family; sharing the love."

Baralai pulled him closer. "I hope you don't do this for your friends and family."
He moved firm and slow against his lover, almost grinding against him.

"No," Gippal choked out, "only one friend have I ever done this with."

"Oh?" Baralai responded back breathlessly, leaning his head back, closing his eyes, and exposing his neck as he concentrated on the sensations. "And who was that special friend?"

"Oh, I wouldn't call him special..."

Baralai smiled lightly, any concentration torn as Gippal hoisted him up on the counter, bringing his legs around him.

"We met, oh, it seems like ages ago. He was almost the same height as me. A real looker. Though you might consider him the 'keep-to-himself' kind, he really opened up over the period of time. I got to see him laugh, and even smile. Though most of his past he never spoke about, I felt like I knew almost all of him those simple, no, complicated moments we shared. He had this most wonderful hands, and I would consider him one of my best friends ever. I could share everything with him, and he'd cherish it and keep it confident." Gippal smiled as he brushed his lips over Baralai's pale ones. Gippal sighed, moving in for the zinger. "I still miss Nooj..." he paused for dramatic effect.

"You're so..." 'sweet' were the words that almost escaped out of Baralai's mouth, until Gippal's final words sunk in, "...evil!"

Gippal laughed, and covered the sweet mouth again, savoring the kiss.

Baralai struggled as it seemed Gippal wanted to share the countertop with him. "Gippal!" He sighed dramatically, pushing the man away. "There isn't enough room for both of us here." Gippal didn't stop. " We're both going to fall!" Baralai laughed.

"Then you'd fall on me. I thought you didn't mind being on top every once in a while." Gippal replied wittily.

Baralai proudly didn't choke on his words. "Still... Nooj? He was a kind of detached father figure to me. And you... " Baralai paused when Gippal stilled, staring intently at his face, looking into his eyes. It was these moments Baralai felt exposed and loved at the same time.

"You know I was kidding, right? About the Nooj part. But everything else... I was describing you...only the little bit I could put into words. Your fantastic hair, gentle, but feisty spirit..."

"Your odd habits of eating blueberry muffins before and after..."

"Before and after what, my dear?" Gippal prodded.

"After we make love. And speaking of that, I think I'll take my shower now." Baralai spoke in haste. He paused, then cringed. An honest mistake; that's not exactly how he would have worded it. Baralai could think of a million colorful interjections just by seeing the cool, sly smile on the Al Bhed's face.

"I think there was a slight error in that sentence. See, making love, takes two. Like, per se, dancing the tango. So, it would be our shower."

"Oh, c'mon Gippal, you can live one day without following me into the shower."

"I will when I'm good and ready, and you know how I feel about water conservation." Gippal pulled Baralai off the counter, pinning him against it barely before the Praetor could touch ground.

"First off, " Baralai mumbled through the peppered kisses, " we don't have that much time, and secondly, we probably waste more water doing...other things."

"Good point." Gippal started kissing his favorite neck. "We'll have to make this one quick."

"Ok." Baralai surrendered, throwing up his hands. "Now get off me, please."

"What did you say? 'Get me off, please?' Why it would be your pleasure." Baralai jumped, heart racing as a hand inched its way up the silk-clad thigh.

"Sh-shower." Baralai's mind slowed as blood was deferred for use elsewhere.

"Yeah, about that shower." Gippal whispered licentiously in the older man's ear, his tongue tracing the shell, as his other free arm wrapped around and held the man still. " Shower now, or shower later? And what to do in the mean time? Oh, the possibilities are endless." Gippal stroked him lightly through the thin pants, enraptured by the taste of Baralai's skin, and the small breathy noises that parted from that sinfully sweet mouth.

"A shower-!" Baralai's breath hitched as Gippal, in a bold move, dove his hand beneath the waistband, cupping the growing hardness.

"What about the shower?" Gippal inquired as he trailed kisses and nips down the wonderfully soft and exquisite neck, feasting on the olive flesh.

"I could... ...speak...if you...stopped...that..." The warm hand slowly stroked the sensitive organ, causing all general speech abilities allotted to common man to be absolved.

"If I stopped what?" Gippal smiled as practiced his favorite art; plunging his tongue into the dips along the Praetor's collarbone.

"Yes, I do think I'll take a shower now." Baralai somehow managed resolve into his voice, and got his body to stop shaking. Well, he was trying to tell his body to stop shaking. It seemed to be ignoring him, just like his brain; it refused to tell his feet this was the time to run for an escape before he fell on his knees begging. Well, that wouldn't be such a bad thing, but, Gippal said something earlier about 'going out' for breakfast.

"Spoil sport." Gippal finally stopped the motions that kept Baralai near the edge, withdrawing his hand, but compensating with a mind-blowing kiss. Gippal was slightly taken aback as Baralai's tongue slid sensually over his, evoking shudders. That tongue curled under his and drew back, tickling the sensitive nerves.

Baralai loved the way Gippal always squirmed and tried to crawl in him through the mouth; literally, whenever his tongue lightly teased his gums, the back molars, and the delicate palate. He never grew tired of the almost primal sound that escaped the Al Bhed's throat when he would unexpectedly dip his tongue into the slick well between the teeth and bottom lip. Or the way the young man's grip on him would convulse sweetly when he placed his knee between those long legs, and drew him close.

"So...about that... ...shower." Gippal panted against Baralai's lips.

Oh yeah. The shower. And breakfast. But what a lovely spread he had right here-

"So?"

Baralai snapped out of his trance. Darn Gippal and his sexy self. "So?" Oh yeah. "Sure, we can take that shower now." Now, why did that come out of his mouth? Wasn't it supposed to be along the lines of 'make love to me here and now, I can't get enough of you'? Dumb proper mouth.


Gippal backed off, grabbing Baralai's wrist, guiding him down the low-lit hallway, bringing him back into the bedroom, not even pausing and going straight into the large bathroom. His hands immediately found Baralai's green silk pants, fingers skimming the edges while leering suggestively.

Baralai resisted the urge to melt right then and there. Pushing aside the iced glass door, he waved his hand over a panel, the water immediately falling from spicates above, giving a rain-like effect. He indulged himself, letting the warm water play along his hand, until his senses were diverted elsewhere.

Gippal moved right up to his spellbound lover. Baralai could feel the heat of the bare skin sear into his back, simultaneously relaxing and spasmodically tightening his muscles. They seemed to fit perfectly together; Baralai practically fusing back into his embrace.

"Mmm..." Gippal purred as he sampled a tender spot between shoulder blades. Baralai whimpered, arching his back away. Gippal's arm encircled him snugly, pulling his spine straight. Baralai tried to arch his back away again, gasping as teeth grazed at the vertebrae above his shoulders. A hand wickedly slid down his abdomen, skimming over his lap, stopping to rest incredibly high on the inside of his thigh, fingers rubbing miniscule circles into the muscle.

Baralai shook in the embrace, and finally worked his jaw to speak, his voice rough even to his own ears. "Are we... are we going to make it to the shower?"

"We're almost there, just take it easy." Gippal responded, moving his lips down to the side of the Praetor's neck, tasting the soft, smooth flesh.

"You're," Baralai choked on his words, "one to speak."

Gippal chuckled, breath hot against the wet skin, causing Baralai's body to shake uncontrollably. "You're right. We don't want to be wasting any water, right?"

Baralai took a deep breath to calm himself, so he could keep his hands still enough to remove his pants. Not turning around, he headed into the shower, the warm water feeling cool against his overheated skin. He didn't know why his heart suddenly lodged in his throat when hands buried in his wet hair; really, who else was in here?

"I don't know how, but every single time you touch me..." Every single time he touched him, it was like he was made only for him, his nerves sung under his touch, like it was the first time.

"I know, you're so... wonderful." Gippal squeezed shampoo onto his hand, then proceeded to lather up Baralai's blond hair. He always delighted in this simple act of love. The way Baralai would lean into his touch, almost purring as his fingers brushed the sensitive scalp. Apparently wherever he touched him, the man was sensitive. As if he was wired only to enjoy his touch. It did wonders for Gippal's ego.

Gippal growled low, when in a surprise move Baralai had turned and grabbed his hard erection. The soaped up hand slid easily up and down from base to tip. With satisfaction Baralai felt it hot and heavy in his hand, twitching slightly when he passed over a sweet spot. Gippal groaned low, pulling in Baralai for a kiss by the hands entangled in the Praetor's hair. Baralai smiled into the kiss as Gippal moaned, thrusting gently into his hand.

Baralai whispered over the falling water, " Just...let go for me... ...let me touch you... ...savor... ..everything."

Gippal bit back a groan as Baralai brought his hand form the grip on the white strands, gliding them between his lips. "And what's the catch?" Gippal breathed, resting his head in the crook of the man's neck.

Baralai bit lightly on the fingers, trying to speak around them. "Yewar da ketsh." He proved his point by sucking the fingers further into his throat, giving a hearty tug on the trapped erection.

Gippal moaned while biting into the soft flesh, receiving a small cry of surprise from his lover. He apologized, gently laved the reddened flesh, this time feeling the slight purrs of pleasure vibrate along the imprisoned fingers. Gippal's free hand made its way down the olive skin, finger lightly tracing a vein on the underside of the vital organ. Gippal heard the sharp intake of breath, and let his fingers slide from the hot mouth. A hand caught his by the wrist, ceasing that hand from any of his sinful notions. Baralai's other hand changed pace from a languid, slow rhythm to something fast and almost unbearable. Gippal felt the wind knocked from him as his heart skipped a beat, and continued to beat rapidly, along with his thrusts.

Baralai let go of the curious hand, and let his join the other. Gippal could barely hold back; one hand moved up, as one always moved down, coming to meet in the middle. He began to shake, struggling for words.

"For me." His lover stated simply, covering his mouth. Gippal's eye closed. He groaned into that honey mouth as white-hot euphoria suffused his body, frying any nerve systems, overloading the receptors with pleasure so intense...

With a rush of breath, Gippal was thrown back into the world, finishing violently in Baralai's tight grip.


It was some time before Gippal found the energy to move again, tongue against the skin, spreading a wet trail up his partner's neck as he picked up his head from its comfortable position. Baralai gave a small, appreciative groan, still holding his lover intimately.

"That was quite...nice." Gippal growled playfully, rubbing his cheek against Baralai's in a loving, possessive manner.

Long fingers found his neglected erection, Baralai hissing in surprise and almost painful pleasure. He broke away from the grasp, busying himself with the soap bar and making himself clean.

Gippal stood shocked as he was denied to touch his lover. He also stared at the white soap that traveled across the lithe body, becoming quite jealous of that inanimate object. He watched as the Praetor quickly rinsed himself, reaching for conditioner, and applying it to his hair. Gippal also found him jealous of the conditioner that got to touch every single, shock-white strand, and how those strands fell around the tan face....it was a stunning picture. He reached out again, his index finger tracing the man's spine, from neck to tailbone.

Baralai whirled around, placing a kiss on Gippal's lips, pulling his away as soon as the Al Bhed tried to initiate more.

"We don't want to miss our breakfast date." Baralai added simply for an explanation.

"It's more of a brunch anyways," Gippal offered. He reached out for his love, who almost plastered himself against the wall to escape his touch. The Fey One was playing hard to get.

"By the time we're done it'll be lunch," Baralai threw back, running his fingers through his hair, making sure all of the conditioner was removed.

"I'm not that hungry."

"You're just saying that," Baralai quipped, once again removing himself from Gippal's grasp, and retreating from the shower. He grabbed a towel, quickly drying himself off, and wrapping it around his waist, heading into the bedroom.

A bewildered Gippal was left alone in the shower, finding himself turned on again, and itchy terribly to catch this mouse and end the game. He quickly cleaned himself, shutting off the water, and shucked on a pair of loose pants left on the floor.

He found his love busying himself with attire, and he slide up behind the man before he could speak. He immediately tore off the towel, eliciting a surprise gasp. He proceeded to take the wilting erection, giving long, firm strokes, delighting to feel it reawaken in his grasp. His mouth moved close to his lover's ear, lips brushing the delicate cartilage evoking pleasureful sparks as he spoke, "What's the rush?"

Baralai shivered at the double onslaught. "We don't want to be late..."
"You're entirely right," Gippal's hands wandered to the elder's waist, and to the back of his knees, "It's about time you caught up."

Baralai was shocked into silence as he was swept off his feet, and swiftly place on the haphazardly made bed. Baralai was enraptured by a demure gaze, frozen to the spot as Gippal settled his weight on him, pressing his hips hard against him, causing a quiet, sensuous moan to add to the moment.

"Now you stay," Gippal commanded, "and just relax." He started tracing the elegant collarbone, fingers flowing along the dips and curves across the width of the willing prey. As his hands worked their way down the chest, Gippal enjoyed every moan, squirm, and gasp. Every noise shot straight to his groin as he drank in the sight of the flushed man beneath him. It was a private beauty, only for his viewing; this pleased more than his ego.

"How..." Baralai gasped, "...am I supposed to relax when you do that ?"

Gippal smirked as he pulled on the trapped erection, hearing a part gasp, part growl escape from his lover's throat. Baralai wasn't a loud lover, but he wasn't quiet either. Gippal could truly play his desert flower; he knew the man like a well-versed player senses the right positions, pitches, and style of their favorite instrument. The meek sounds that would be heard tell him all he needs to know. Which is good, because he could get lost in those beautiful, fathomless eyes.

Baralai hissed as a thumb smeared the pre-cum over the tip, his nerves set on an icy fire. Gippal unexpectedly changed paces; from a slow, leisurely pace, to a hard, tight, and fast tunnel that ran over him. Baralai's mouth dropped open, baring his white teeth as his head fell back and body arched into the touch. Baralai knew no control in the changing rhythms Gippal set, and found himself spiraling toward ecstasy at a velocious pace. The air is so hot, and his breath comes fast.

The world seemed small and insignificant in his haze, the only things pinning him to earth was the loving man above him. He tried his hardest to focus on his love, lest he forever be lost in this sea of pleasurable intensities.

His oxygen supply was abruptly stopped as lips descended over his panting mouth, and swallowed up any incoherent pleas. A fierce shudder ripped through his body as he simultaneous went from hot to cold, and cold to hot, mind blinded by the deliciously painful sensations.


Baralai surfaced from the tidal wave of euphoric intoxication, body still reeling as a slicked hand lazily stroked him.

"Well," Baralai cleared his throat, "perhaps lunch would be just fine." A pause. "Or an early dinner."

Gippal laughed, placing a quick kiss on the man's nose. "I knew you'd eventually see my way," he leers, "it just took a little persuasion."

"Perhaps," Baralai responded promptly, "you could persuade both of us into doing something. Since it is Muja'c Tyo...."

Gippal laughed again. " Yes, my tacand vmufan. Anything you wish."

"Muja oui.*"

"Love you too, B."





~ ` ~ The End ~`~


------------------------------------------------------ end notes----------------------

mujamo* : lovely
tacand vmufan* :desert flower
puo*: boy
Muja'c Tyo* - love's day