Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Love and Duty ❯ Foretelling Dreams? ( Chapter 9 )

Notes and Warnings: Minor spoilers for FFX-2, as it is post FFX-2.
A Gippal/Baralai [eventual] slash, and romancing.

'Because I need the Money' Warning: I think chapter 7 sums it up about right.

Personal Note: I know it's long, but it's to make up for the last chapter. I'm tempted to turn this into an AU story... I had to stop myself from writing more...you probably resent me for that.

Additional comment: Ever had a dream, when you're conscious of it, but it's like watching a movie? You're there, but you can't interact? Yep, this dream is all in 3rd person.

<<Enjoy Chapter 9: "Foretelling Dreams?">>

It was a familiar sound, that had pricked Baralai's ears. The high shrill of an endangered or scared chocobo. Though by the volume and energy behind the piercing sound, it was more likely the rider of the chocobo was injured. One of the benefits of traveling by chocobo; it was fast, and if treated right, were the most loyal creatures.

Baralai homed in on the sound, assuming it came from the ravine path below the bridges. The hidden cave always brought weird, unusual creatures. In a few seconds he saw the scene below. A rider had fallen, and was not moving. The shrieking chocobo was screaming as it was torn from hiding in safety or staying by it's master. Honestly, Baralai wasn't sure he'd have that strong loyalty to hang around an unconscious, maybe even dead man when a giant chocobo eater seemed extra ravenous. He admired the will and agility of the chocobo while it ran in circles around it's master, dodging the arms.

Baralai jumped down the small, hidden rocks by the end of one of the bridges, a shortcut to the valley below. He drew the short sword; about 3\4 the length of the regular issue. It was lighter, defensive, and easier to carry. He soon reached the grassy floor, and ran toward the oddly huge creature, intent not to fight, but to get both the chocobo and the motionless man out of there.

On closer inspection the chocobo was agile, but also crazy, it ran in circles from fear, not quick-witted dodges. As Baralai approached, the large eater nabbed the chocobo, and shook in it's primal glee and hunger. Palming the hilt, Baralai decided nervously if to risk his escape to save the chocobo. Now would be the prime time to escape, as the eater was fixed on it's prey. With anger and disgust at his weak heart, Baralai heaved his only physical weapon to the arm holding the panicked chocobo. The creature shrieked worse than the chocobo as the nerves were severed, and the yellow bird was dropped to the ground. The chocobo landed on its feet, and only slightly dazed, was able to run right for its master.

In a fit of pain and anger the eater thrashed its arms about, almost catching Baralai. Instead, it swept at the ground, gathering the unconscious sandy blond, and flinging him somewhere behind its large body. Baralai flinched in imagined pain of the rough landing, and in the situation he managed himself in. Weaponless, and even worse-off than he started. Not exactly an improvement.

Baralai shoved the white hair from his eyes, took a deep breath, and called upon the energies inside and around him. First casting a protection shell on him and the far away body, he already felt drained. Chocobo eaters were weak to fire, right? Baralai desperately hoped this abnormal one was too.

Casting powerful firaga spells eventually killed the beast, and singed some of the greenery around him. Embarrassingly, when very tired, Baralai's accuracy wasn't so good. The spells still hit the target, but not always head on where he intended. Baralai silently thanked the faith as the large corpse faded away; burning flesh was a horrible smell.

Wiping the cold sweat from his face, Baralai ran to the sole figure that caused him all this trouble. His cold, shaking hands touched the warm face, relieved to see his efforts not in vain. The chocobo arrived at his side, squawking indignantly as Baralai just sat there.

Sighing, he reached a heavy hand toward the creature, answering its demands. "Yes, he will be fine. Let me a short rest before I try to heal him." Baralai's body shook in adrenaline and exhausted energies. His stomach seemed to collapse in on itself, the void needing to be filled, but simultaneous the collapse wouldn't be able to sustain any large bit his body needed. Panting, he mindlessly stroked the yellow feathers, consciousness slipping away until he realized feathers shed in panic stuck to his sweaty palms. Kneeling, and sitting back on his legs, Baralai closed his eyes, mumbling to himself.

"Bruised ribs, concussion, minor cuts and scrapes...he'll be ok." Baralai sighed in relief, only now actually looking at the stranger's face. "Some royalty you are, outfoxed by a chocobo eater. Though perhaps by surprise." He looked closer, surprise filling him, " You're not that much older than me, are you?" Baralai shook his head, and set his mind back to the task at hand. Twining his fingers, the hands hovered over the chest of the man, and he set about with white magic. He could only heal the physical injuries; the man would wake on his own. He reached for the reigns on the chocobo. using them to pull himself up. The bird squeaked, but helped him up.

Cold, shaking, and lightheaded, he was in no shape to carry the man. "Do you think you could carry him?" The chocobo gave an affirmative chirp, and lowered itself to a kneeling position on the ground. Baralai was thankful for the kindness, and he quickly hauled the limp form on the bird. The loyal creature quickly rose, and seemed to wait for Baralai's instructions.

"You know where the travel agency is, go there." The bird nudged him, almost tipping him over. "You want me to go with you." It pushed him again. "I can't, I need to go home..and get my sword-" Baralai collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain, "later. I'll get it later." The bird stomped impatiently. "Yes, yes, I am getting up. Now, you want to go to my place?" It stood still. "Ok, travel agency it is." The bird nudged him again, now slowly trotting beside him. "No, you go on ahead of me. I'll...catch up later." It nudged him again. "Yevon you're an annoying bird," Baralai complained, but was grateful for the company.


Much later they ran across travelers, who asked what they could do for them. Baralai's only suggestion was to run to the travel agency and get a room. Stupid, but that's really all they could do. Odd though, how everyone asked him if he was ok. Obviously he was; he wasn't the one unconscious on the chocobo.

When arrived, the agency manager was waiting with a clean, big room, and her sympathies; if only the first was free like the last. Cheap, but to Baralai's meager earnings, it was quite a handful. Hopefully the handsome stranger had some money of his own.

Not long after the man was stripped of his armor, shirts, and boots, did he awake in the clean bed. Baralai tried talking to him, but the strange man faded back into unconsciousness. Baralai scratched his shoulder and forehead, startled at the sudden red fluid that emerged from his scratching spots. Two cuts, shallow, on his front shoulder and head already had dried, sticking the shirt to his skin. Taking a quick leave of the man, he bathed himself and the wounds, taking his time as one of the employees took a turn watching the desert blond.

Soon he bandaged his wounds, and came back to the designated room. The agency worker excused herself. Baralai spoke to her quickly, asking to feed the anxious chocobo that arrived them. She nodded and left. Baralai took a chair by the bed, soon falling in a deep slumber.




Baralai woke suddenly as flesh passed over his, a tingling on his arm. His eyes meet a single cobalt blue, which was quite becoming with the tanned skin. The man rose, and Baralai was going to protest, but the man seemed to have no pain or ill side effects when he sat up.

"Where am I?" The man asked calmly, not even panicked.

"The Mi'hen Agency. Your loyal chocobo brought you here," Baralai kept talking before the man could ask any more obvious questions. "You were attacked by a large chocobo eater. It's dead, and your safe. I found you high afternoon, and it is now evening. You still have a concussion." Baralai forced himself to stop talking; it seemed like he wasn't really here, like he was separate from his body. Probably because it was so hot in this room, and there wasn't even a fire.

The young man smiled. "I have a feeling I have you to thank. My name is Gippal, a head of the crusaders."

Baralai chastised himself for forgetting basic introductions. "I am Baralai." He outstretched his hand, quite curious how an Al Bhed worked his way up into the high ranks of the crusaders.

"Well Baralai, If I'm hungry, you must be starving."

'You have no idea,' Baralai mused to himself.

"So let me get some room service, my treat."

Baralai protested when Gippal rose from the bed. "But you're-!" Baralai collapsed, barely even standing from the chair when he fell to his knees.

"Injured?" Gippal filled in, kneeling down and cupping Baralai's cheek. Baralai's already warm cheeks blazed under his touch. The Al Bhed's thumb brushed over his angry, red, line where the dull nails of the eater cut through his skin. "They're infected," Gippal said matter-of-factly.

"So?" Baralai felt childish, but those where the immediate thoughts that came into his fogged brain.

"So," Gippal responded, his hand sliding down to my blood stained tunic, "you've got a fever."

He shrugged, quite out of character. All Baralai knew was he was so tired, and it was real warm in the room. His eyes slipped shut, sliding back into sleep as a cool hand gently slipped up his nape.


The roles were quite reversed as Baralai awoke to Gippal sitting in the chair, waiting for him to wake.

The young man spoke. "I'm glad you're awake. I feared my savior was going to leave me."

Baralai blushed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be such a burden, I-" Fingers brushed his lips, effectively silencing him.

"It's ok," Gippal contradicted, "in fact, now that you're the one stuck in bed, I can get to know you better." Gippal paused, then continued. "I'm 18, I imagine you're somewhere near my age..."

"I'm twenty." Gippal seemed surprise, and no wonder. In no way did I look older than him. Sounded, and maybe acted, but we could pass for reversed ages.

"So what faction are you a soldier for?"

Baralai was surprised by the question. "None. I just make an honest living."

Gippal seemed surprised by my answer. "Are a town healer? A mage training for a summoner? Oh, I know, an independent contractor." Gippal smiled as he thought he figured out the mystery of a man lying in the bed.

"None of those." Baralai sat up, noticing sourly he himself had only pants on. He rested back against the headboard, body soaking in the coolness of it. " I watch over... What time is it?!"

Gippal watched Baralai suddenly panic, throwing the sheets off himself and and standing. Trying to anyways. Baralai fell right into his waiting arms, and Gippal picked him up, laying him back down on the bed.

"You're going nowhere fast, aren't you?" Gippal teased. "It's early morning. You slept clear through the night, like you should have. I myself only just recently woke." Indeed, Gippal had cleaned himself up, and Baralai noticed he was even more handsome.

"I'm sorry sir, but I need to leave. Thank you very much for your hospital...ity..." Baralai slowed as he watched the younger man shake his head.

"I'm not keeping you here, but you can't even walk. What's so important that you have to get there? And my name is Gippal, not 'sir'."

"I am a town healer of sorts. People come to me with ailments and I cure them. It's a small business to earn money, and I have odd jobs to help them."

"Who's them?" Gippal, asked curiously.

"Any injured travelers, townsfolk, people from moonflow, some even from Luca."

"The other them." Gippal sensed Baralai was trying to hid something, he might look young, but the eyes were ancient and wise.

"The people I live with."

"And what kind of people do you live with?"

Baralai spoke quietly, "those left behind."

"Orphans?" Gippal inquired, voice soft and full of concern.

"Yes. That's why I need to get back. If I don't work..."

"They don't eat?" Gippal was touched by the noble works of his peer.

"No, I have enough money saved up that they won't starve-"

"But you starve yourself."

Baralai blushed in embarrassment. "They need more food than me, they're growing," he offered lamely.

"Well, " Gippal straightened from his hunched position, "I could give you a ride."

"I, " Baralai broke the gaze, "I couldn't ask that of you after all you did."

"That's why I'm offering. You won't get far on those legs."

Baralai coquettishly looked up from under his lashes. "Since your offering..."

"Yes?" Gippal responded breathlessly, suddenly taken aback by the man's commanding beauty.

"May I have some water? Yevon, I'm thirsty."

Gippal laughed. "Sure. Anything you want." Gippal added, 'and I mean anything', in his head as he smiled sweetly, determined to flirt with the man as long as he'd have him.



A few hours later, and a bit of food and water, Baralai found himself riding the chocobo with Gippal, despite his protests. So maybe he couldn't stand for long periods of time without getting faint; that didn't mean he couldn't ride a chocobo. But the high ranking crusader insisted he stayed with him, and that he sat in front of him. Baralai was tense at first, jumpy whenever his back touched the Al Bhed's chest. Gippal eventually sighed in frustration, and wrapped his left arm around the white-haired man, pulling him back to rest against him. Baralai flushed, but eventually relaxed and grew accustomed to the intimate hold. After some time, Gippal even rested his chin ontop of the silky, shock-white mass of hair. Baralai fell asleep sometime after that, his body still trying to recover from both the fever and energies spent casting the day earlier. He didn't wake until the chocobo had stopped.

"We're here," Gippal whispered in Baralai's ear, causing a gasp and miniscule shivers running down his spine, which he tried to cover with a shrug and a yawn.

"Thanks." Baralai responded just as quiet, trying to slid off the chocobo, but the arm around his waist pulled him close to the crusader.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"My house, if you let me."

"Where?" Gippal stressed.

"In there, about a quarter league-"

"You can't walk that far." Gippal noticed the little trail, and steered the chocobo into the woods near the end of the Mi'hen Highroad. He expertly guided the content creature through the thick trees, following the worn moss trail. Sure enough, a large triangular, Kilika-like hut was seen built between three old, large trees. The chocobo didn't stop until it was only feet away from the large, two-story hut, and stood paralleled to the door. A hinged window flew open, a tall, gray haired young woman leaning out the frame, shouting out greetings.

"B! I knew one day your knight in shinning armor would whisk you away!"

Baralai blushed as the young knight held him closer. "How are you, Paine? And the children? I know I was gone and-"

"I'm fine, they're fine; we were worried about you."

Baralai tried to dismount, but Gippal held him closer, sliding off the creature first before helping him down, the man's hands never leaving his waist, while Paine continued talking.

"I heard news late this evening someone was attacked by an unusually large chocobo eater. And by Yevon, I can't believe it was you. I had a feeling you were somehow involved; trouble always finds you. Thank goodness this kind man was here to save you."

"Actually," Gippal interrupted, following alongside the slow-moving Baralai, "he saved me." Gippal watched in amusement as Paine rolled her eyes.

"Like I said, trouble always finds him. Well, sir, you're always welcome here; you at least saved him the long walk." Paine directed her attention to Baralai. "Don't scare me like that, you hear?"

Baralai walked ahead of Gippal, and plastered a sarcastically sweet smile on his face. "Yes, dear."

Gippal pondered on if these two were a couple. They certainly had the makings for an old couple, with their sweet banter and deep bonds. But even more certain was their young age. Perhaps they were lovers since they were little?

"Gippal, this is my sister, Paine. Well, not blood sister, but we've been like family to each other for what seems like a long time." Gippal politely bowed to the enchanting woman.

"Bahwalai!" A young girl ran from another room, launching herself at the prone man. Baralai caught her, but in his weak state was knocked over by the force, landing with an "umpfh!".

"Hello Maechan. You were a good girl while I was gone, yes?"

Gippal noted the concerned look on the young woman's face, as Paine saw her surrogate brother fall so easily to the floor, the wind knocked out of him.

"Of course! And I was nice to Aunty P. too!" She broke out in a smile. "Who's dat?" She pointed to the blond Al Bhed.

"That's Gippal, our new friend. That's why I was so late in getting home."

"Hi Gip-hahl!" Gippal waved back to her, before her train of thoughts changed." Aunty P. was so mad when you didn't come home last night."

"Angry, not mad. Mad is when you're crazy." Baralai made a funny face and tickled the girl. eliciting laughter before he sat up, with much effort, he noted.

"No, I mean angry. She had picked this fruit, and got this cream, and put it on fluffy cake. She went mad when it was past our bedtimes and you weren't back. And worse of all, we didn't get any cake, and we didn't get to sing happy bir-fht-day to you!"

Baralai smoothed back the girls auburn hair. "It's ok, my little sweet. I'm sure if we're all nice, maybe later today Aunty P. will let us have some cake." Baralai whispered conspiratorially, but everyone could hear. "Maybe if you pick her some flowers..."

"Good idea!" The little girl cupped Baralai's ear, whispering so only he could hear. "Is that your boyfriend?"

Baralai didn't blush, just smiled and answered out loud. "No, no he's not."

"Then," Maechan asked aloud, then remembered to whisper, "Can I have him?"

Baralai laughed quietly, but not in a harming way. "Perhaps. Maybe when you're older if you've been a good girl."

Maechan's smile grew. "Oh I will be! I'm going to tell the others Gip-hahl is here!" The little girl ran away, shouting out names.

Baralai tried to raise himself from the floor. He found he couldn't by himself, and if on cue Gippal extended his arm. "Thank you." Baralai responded breathily as he rose.

Paine shook her head. "You used magic, didn't you? Yevon, you can't expect to be alive any longer if you keep using heavy spells all day, without rest, and into the next day. You're going to be an old man at 25!" Paine vented her frustrations when all children were gone.

Baralai began to walk toward her, a compassionate look on his face when it faded, and even is olive skin seemed pale when he leaned heavily against the nearby table, becoming faint. Gippal instinctively wrapped both arms around him, supporting the weakened man.

"Can you take him to his room?" Paine sighed, realizing it was a complete stranger. "I'll show you."

"I can get there myself, Paine." Gippal let go of the reluctant man, who swayed as if drunk. Taking a step forward, Baralai's knees buckled, and Gippal caught him before he hit floor.

"Yes," Paine noted sarcastically, "I'm sure next you're going to tell me you're in the mood for running a mile." She laughed. "I'd bow down and kiss your feet if you could even get up one stair."

"Really?" Baralai had a glint in his eye.

"Yes really." She turned, "now Gippal, do be so kind and carry him up to his room." Gippal smiled, finding the young woman, probably his age, quite amiable.

"I think I can-Gippal!" Baralai was swept off his feet, a strong arm under his shoulders, and knees. Baralai flushed in embarrassment, but he would have his way. "If he has to carry me, then send in Aiden."

"But you're-"

"Please, just let him see me. I will rest later."

Gippal was surprised at the gentle authority of Baralai from the relatively meek man. But really, what kind of meek person could take on a giant chocobo eater, single handedly? A brave one, that's for sure.

As soon as they reached the second floor, Gippal noted a strange extension to the hut. A small plankway to a separate room, built around the tree. Very creative architecture; Gippal hadn't seen anything like it.

The room consisted of a bed and a small table. Much to Baralai's further embarrassment, Gippal smoothly laid him down on the bed, as if he couldn't get to it by himself. It was not long before Aiden arrived; a boy of 10, bright eyed, light brown hair with red accents, and a good sturdy build. Baralai crossed his legs and drew them close to his body, beckoning the boy to his bed.

"Hey Aiden." Baralai spoke softly and with care. " Did you have fun yesterday with Paine?" The boy nodded his head. "Good. Now, have you had any headaches since last time?" The boy shook his head. Baralai's gentle hands skimmed over the boy's temples as both their eyes slipped shut. After a while they both opened their eyes, a smile on Baralai's face. "Soon. By the end of the week. You truly have been practicing your healing." Baralai noted the silent figure. "What's wrong?"

Aiden spoke hesitantly. "I...you're..." The boy placed a hand on Baralai's sternum. "Aunty P. always warned you of this. You never sleep enough. And this time... I can't feel it anymore. You must have used almost all of it up. You're..."

"Shh..." Baralai calmed the distraught boy. "I'll be alright. I won't give up as long as you don't."

A small, sad smile lit Aiden's face. "You promise?"

"My word. I could never forget all of you. Now, go to Aunty Paine and see if she needs help with lunch. Oh, and please close the door on your way out. I'm going to take a nap."

"Yes sir!" The boy saluted, and ran from the room. As soon as the boy was gone, the white-blond straightened and laid down with a heavy sigh, eyes closed in exhaustion.

"What's wrong?" Gippal asked. The fever had broke last night.

"The boy has a blood clot in his brain. It can't be immediately removed or resolved, because then the vein would burst. With careful magic, slowly day by day, we can rid little bits of the clot, until it is all gone. He as learned well; precise magic like that is a rare gift. But he and I have slowly healed him. Soon, in three days, he should be fully healed." Baralai shifted until he could pull the thin covers over himself.

"No, what's wrong with you? What couldn't he feel?"

"My sanity." Baralai snapped back. In second thought he mellowed, and answered the question sincerely. "Potent magic...it takes a sort of...life force of the user. Yesterday, with the protection, fire, and healing spells... it drained me. A lot of me." Baralai sighed after the soft admission.

"You did that for me?" Gippal asked, deeply touched.

"Actually, I have this secret chocobo fetish..." Baralai retorted sarcastically.

"Smart ass." Gippal paused, then bravely added, "May I kiss you?"

"Help yourself." Baralai still had his eyes closed, and Gippal wondered if he even heard the question. One way to find out.

Gippal crawled on the bed, the man beneath him still and motionless. He idly thought the man was asleep as he placed his lips over that lithe savior of his. Undoubtedly he was wrong as the mouth beneath his opened, and allowed him to deepen the kiss. Gippal felt the fingers slide up into his spiky hair, and the tongue that slowly moved against his.

A short while later Gippal drew back, but not before he got a sweetly spicy taste. Almost a cinnamon flavor; it's a spice, but it's not strong, yet it adds sweetness, that indescribable, tongue pleasing flavor.

Baralai opened his eyes, looking weary and happily at Gippal. "Was that my birthday present?"

Gippal chuckled, "Yes, it is. And there are more presents if you want them. Though honestly, most people are happy about the presents they receive."

Baralai smiled, tilting his head to the side. "Trust me, if I had the energy, I would be jumping up and down for joy. I'm staying awake only because I like you."

Gippal cupped the man's cheeks, eyes drawn to the interesting clothes as the back of his hands brushed the white collar. "Interesting clothes." Gippal's finger traced the rim of the collar, Baralai's muscles twinging in pleasure as it lightly brushed his neck.

"If you want to do the honors."

Gippal carefully worked at the robe-like outer clothing, mindful to take every opportunity to touch the man beneath him. "May I do all the honors?"

Baralai blushed, eyes falling closed. Though he never, why not? There was this magnetic pull toward this man; that they would love each other through the years, whether they see each other again or not. It was a mutual deep longing. But was now the time? For once Baralai seemed inhibition free. "If that's what you want. Just don't expect me to get...too active." Baralai resumed the eye contact.

"You sure?" Baralai nodded his head. "Then may I kiss you?"

Baralai laughed gently as he tugged off the outerwear. "Anytime, any place."

"Oh really? I'll just have to take you up on that offer."

Baralai gasped in surprise as his lips were left alone, and their partners were pay sacrifice to his neck. With almost religious intensity they brushed lightly against the skin, sometimes parting to baptize the flesh with an agile tongue. The shirt was tight against Baralai, but long, slim fingers found some room at the dip of his stomach. The muscles contracted, but were pleasured by the the immense heat searing though the skin from the hot hands, the nerves tingling pleaurefully in use.
The lips, teeth and tongue did well in mapping the other side; sliding purposefully down the olive-colored column, while the the hands finally worked the frustrating shirt off.

"Think I can convince you to just lie back and let me do the work?" Gippal inquired, looking at the flushed man beneath him.

"Isn't that what you already are doing? And here I thought I would be a top. Besides, I'm not so sure the work is satisfactory," Baralai teased. He quickly withdrew his last statement as the hot, wet tongue laved at his collarbone and chest. A tongue grazed his nipple, erasing any thoughts of slumber from his head. Any thoughts that didn't relate to the here and now, actually. The licks changed to peppered butterfly kisses the further Gippal slid down. Soon, all to soon, he reached the waistband, fingers working adeptly at the laces, while the crusader busied himself with the sensitive flanks. A short time later, Baralai could feel the backs of warm fingers slid under the fabric, pausing as Gippal searched his face.

"May I?"

"If that's what you want," Baralai breathed.

"But do you want it?" Gippal wanted to be absolutely sure.

"Yes, please." Baralai felt the fabric give over his hips, and slid further do-

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Baralai woke in a gasp, eyes wide as they took in his surroundings. The warm arm around his waist, and gruff, morning voice whispering in his ear did nothing to separate fantasy and reality.

"Mmm...bad dream?" Gippal drew Baralai closer.

"No...not really." Baralai breathed. He wasn't sure if he lived on the Mi'hen Highroad, and was dreaming he was a Praetor with Gippal, or if he is the Praetor, and he was dreaming Gippal was a crusader...

Baralai looked around the room, deciding that this reality was real.

"Wanna talk about it?" The gruff voice echoed as Baralai felt Gippal nuzzle his neck.

"No.... just know I was dreaming about you." Baralai was pulled under Gippal as the younger man rose over him, later settling his weight on the New Yevon Praetor, propping himself up on his elbows.

"I hope it was a good dream." A blue sapphire locked with the gentle browns.

"It was a good dream," Baralai admitted honestly.

Gippal smiled, and dipped down to brush his lips against the parted pale ones. "Was it this good?" Gippal whispered sinfully against Baralai's lips.

"Actually a little better." Baralai smiled into the kiss he received. He felt the Al Bhed's skillful fingers slide into his hair, stroking the sensitive scalp. He drove his tongue into that warm mouth like he had done before. He held the beautiful face gently as he had also done before. He felt the love he had for this man, in an intensity like never before. Yevon, it's perfect.

Perhaps being submissive wasn't too bad, eh?

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On deck: Chapter 10: Only Time Will Tell