Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction ❯ Constellocean ❯ The Cliff On Which Fate Rests, Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

The Cliff On Which Fate Rests

By: Jordan Mi'iya Cansley

 

Sitting against one of the flake-blanketed posts of the bridge to Airyglyph, 19-year-old Fayt Leingod, alongside his elder guardian-turned-friend, Cliff Fittir (36), watched as the falling snow consumed the prints that were made by their elsewhere comrade's feminine boots. The two of them were alone, for their entire team had decided to break into divisions in order to complete a mission. They had only been sitting in wait for a few minutes, but by sitting on the earth's gaudy mantle of dazzling diamonds, Fayt felt like he had plopped his ass into a body-size tub of Häagen Dazs. He closed his eyes and focused only on the surrounding sounds. From his left, he heard Boreas spewing his icy breath. From his and Cliff's right came the sounds of snow chunks rolling down the mountain face, and then going Slush! Shush-slush… Slush! as they hit the white ground.

 

“What are we gonna do, Cliff?” the college boy asked the Klausian man whose side he was told to stay by. Fayt really didn't trust the blond man at first, when he was rescued from Vanguard III. After a while, though, he began to show respect. He admired Cliff since they escaped from the prison of Airyglyph, with the help of Nel Zelpher of Aquaria, but that admiration only lasted until he realized that it bore a much heavier expression. On the night when he first learned of his feelings for the hot muscleman, Fayt miserably failed to resist his urge to touch himself.

 

Cliff noticed Fayt shivering to the cold of the Traum Mountains. With no heating supplies to provide the boy, he swiftly peeled his muscle shirt off. “Here,” he said brusquely, chivalrously throwing the sleeveless shirt over Fayt's back, “I don't know how much help it'll be, but… that should heat you up at least a little.”

 

Fayt brought the shirt around his neck and smiled. “Thanks, but won't you be cold?” he asked with concern in the offered shirt-turned-scarf. He looked over at Cliff, but immediately withdrew his head and eyes. {Aw MAN, his upper body looks AMAZING!} Fayt thought.

 

“Ay, in THIS weather, with that shirt being the only thing covering this bod, I can survive without it,” Cliff said with a returning wink and smile.

 

Fayt nodded and elementarily replied, “Okay…”

 

Cliff nodded back, standing from his seat to scout the area. “Nel sure is taking a while to get a wagon over here,” he sighed.

 

Fayt shyly lowered his head to watch the crotch of his pants form a growing bulge. {I'm so embarrassed and scared when he doesn't know about my feelings yet! I'm so pathetic!} he thought.

 

Cliff watched Fayt through the corner of his eye. He watched Fayt's facial expression warp negatively. “What's wrong, kid?” he had to ask. There was an immediately proceeding denial of bother, so Cliff sidestepped and swooped down and over to Fayt. “Yes, there is!” he contradicted.

 

Blushing, Fayt raised his “Shield of Further Denial,” barking, “No, there isn't!”

 

“If you're freezin' your butt off, why's your face lookin' all hot?”

 

Fayt's shield was penetrated by a sharp question mark known as Cliff's “Lance of Interrogation.” He also couldn't avoid realizing a pun in what Cliff had asked him. (WTF?) Retreating, Fayt snapped, “Sh-shut up!” He then curled up like a pill bug in hopes that Cliff would leave him alone. (AWWW!) Unfortunately, his plan failed; Cliff ironically returned to his seat on Fayt's right. {Oh NO…!} Fayt felt a giant heat wave surge through him from his right side, causing his pores to flood at a nearly phenomenal speed.

 

“Are you sick or somethin'?” Cliff asked, feeling the boy's forehead. Abruptly, Fayt slapped the usually fist-formed hand away. “Ay! I'm just tryin' to help! Chill out!” Fayt turned his face away, tucking his head into the shirt scarf. “Fayt, what's up? Come on, you can tell me. If somethin's botherin' ya, maybe I can help.”

 

{Make love to me…? That'll help…} Fayt thought in his long while of silence. Finally, he shook such an idiotic idea out of his head and brought himself to speak. “Out of curiosity, have you… That is, um…”

 

“Just spit it out! Jeez!”

 

“Alright, alright! *Uh-hum* Um… Have you ever… like… thought about guys? Like… in a… sort of… way of interest? The way how you think of girls now, basically.”

 

Cliff calmly nodded for understanding the question, not minding it at all. “You mean romantically,” he asked in a strange statement that requested confirmation. Fayt simply dropped his head as a way of nodding. “Yeah. I've been curious about guys before. Had a few orgasms to some, too—”

 

{With my liking him, that was WAY more than what I needed to know…} Fayt commented in his mind.

 

“—Let me tell ya, that King Arzei VIII looks very nice,” Cliff carried on, sounding surprisingly proper, “Albel's pretty hot, but he's kinda too thin. I know that's like an oxymoron or whatever, but it's the truth. Although, I AM likin' his sense of fashion; showin' off a well-toned body sure is appealing to the eyes, especially mine. Then, there's that alchemist, Mackwell. WHOO! He's one fine guy. He and Albel have the same double-rattails hairstyle. According to the Inventor's Guild, he uses exploding potions to rid away his fan girls. I wonder if that means somethin' about his preferences in company… If he's gay, that'd make him even HOTTER! OH! He and Albel should SO get together, huh? That'd be a nice show—”

 

{Through all of this, he hasn't mentioned me…} Fayt suddenly felt like crying.

 

“—Gusto, now, HE'S a sexy one! He and I, with our muscles, we could cause some serious damage, especially if we had hot sex—”

 

{I didn't like that!} Fayt thought, letting a tear roll down his cheek, {I didn't like hearing him talk about having sex with someone else!}

 

“—Lias is actually pretty cute, but he's not quite muscular enough for me—”

 

{So Cliff likes muscular guys… Heh… I guess I can give up on ever getting my first kiss from him…} Fayt's throat burned with the emotions that he desperately needed to release, but he couldn't bring himself to cry like a baby in front of Cliff.

 

“—Now, Adray… Um, let's skip Adray. Uh… Let's see…”

 

{He can't even bring himself to judge ME! I MUST be out of his league!} Fayt's throat closed up a little, making it harder for him to breathe.

 

“Ay! Is there a reason why you asked me about guys?” Cliff finally asked, “Wait… Don't tell me…” Fayt froze completely, fearing what Cliff was about to finish saying. “Don't tell me… you like—”

 

“—YES, okay, yes! I'm in freakin' love with you!” Fayt confessed out of anguish, standing and turning away from Cliff so that he could finish, “There! I said it! Now stop tormenting me with all of your gay fantasies and opinions of every guy who we've met! I hate it! I hate hearing you talk about other guys! Knowing that I wasn't mentioned in your `Hot Guys' list is painful enough! STOP, PLEASE!” Immediately afterward, Fayt broke out in tears.

 

Cliff was utterly shocked. “I… was gonna guess Albel, but… at least you told me,” he mentioned, “I mean, I wouldn't want you to explode from frustration or anything.”

 

Just ahead stood Nel beside a Conestoga wagon containing her two subordinates, Tynave and Farleen. “Don't worry,” Nel said, surprising both guys, “Apris does not damn you for your feelings, in case it ever came to your minds. Now, let's head to Aquios. Maria and the others are already there, awaiting Her Majesty's next orders.”

 

“I think it's cute,” Farleen stated in her Puar-sounding high pitch, “Romantic unity between two men is truly a rare blessing from Apris and the moon goddesses.”

 

“Indeed,” Tynave agreed, “I feel as though you and we have more similar qualities than I would have expected.”

 

“Excellent!” Cliff cheered, punching his palm for no reason, “On our way back to Aquios, let's have a nice, long conversation about guys!” Tynave and Farleen cheered. Nel, who didn't really care about the subject, was fixed on Fayt's misery.

 

{How, Cliff?} she thought to ask, {How could you make Fayt cry like this, then continue to torture him? What if Fayt finally turns to suicide because of you? If you go too far with this, I shall have to deal with you myself.}

 

“Fayt! Nel! Come on!” Cliff called out from inside of the Conestoga, “Hop in and let's go!” With Nel's help, depressed Fayt was able to climb and flop into the wagon. Nel hopped over him and sat beside Tynave. Farleen took the horses' reins and lashed them. The horses neighed loudly, causing an avalanche with the snow on the crag above. Luckily, the wagon shot forward before the snow could bury them. The five of them watched the pile of snow disappear behind the other mountain faces, then Cliff began their long, unintentionally Fayt-torturous, guys-related chat.

 

In Arias, shortly after settling into the upstairs guest room of the mansion…

 

“So, Fayt, I'm the lucky guy who's got you beatin' off like a fountain, eh?” Cliff teased, “Don't handle your boy TOO roughly; I don't wanna feel responsible for it if you get UTI or whatever. Ha ha…”

 

Fayt was miserable, curled up in his bed. Every inch of his body was covered by the mainly bright peach, polygon-patterned comforter. “Go away, Cliff!” he ordered with a muffled yell, “It's painful enough to have the guy who I like as my roommate!”

 

“It's not like either of us had a choice; the five of us were separated by gender.” Cliff had a second thought about Fayt's opinion, then grinned to an even better response. “Wait,” he instigated, “Are you sayin' that `cuz you won't be able to resist a sudden powerful desire to force your way with me?”

 

“Cliff—!”

 

“—No, you wanna beat your dick off, but you can't, since I'll be here to make you feel embarrassed—”

 

“—CLIFF—!”

 

“—Oh, don't worry; I won't mind hearin' you moan my name while jerkin' a midnight erection. That nice, boyish voice of yours might even help me sleep better—”

 

“—Stop—!”

 

“Now, if you come too quickly, I'll have to—”

 

“—SHUT UP!!!” Fayt's all-silencing fulmination was synchronized perfectly with his hurling of the unlit window lantern at Cliff. He felt badly for throwing the lantern, but it was too late to express it. He immediately ducked back into the covers. Luckily, Cliff's muscular shielding arm shattered the flying glass upon impact. Fayt threw the covers off of himself again as he shot up and barked, “Get out!”

 

“Fine!” Cliff surprisingly barked back, “You're bein' a damn bitch anyway!” Pissed off about having been thrown at with a diminutive form of interior lighting(?), the Klausian stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind himself. He had never actually yelled at Fayt before, which was why Fayt felt badly for dismissing the man so rudely.

 

Preparing himself for an emotional breakdown, the boy sank back into his bed, recovering his body. “I would do something like that,” he mumbled to himself, slipping his hand down his pants and grasping himself, “Sometimes, when I think about you… I do touch myself… I'm so ashamed, but I can't help feeling this way about you.” His body trembled as he began to really cry. With his left hand, Fayt slid his pants and boxers off. Once they were off, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and covered his mouth with it to muffle his moans while he pumped his dick with his right. “Cliff, you like every hot guy but me!” he complained childishly in his speaking volume, “You mentioned every really good looking guy, and THAT went on throughout the entire ride from Airyglyph! Albel, Mackwell, King Arzei, everyone but I was in that list! It was so painful to have to listen to the extended version! There's no hope for me! All that I want's to be the center of your attention, Cliff! The 17-year age difference doesn't mean a DAMN to me! I just want YOU!”

 

“I was leaving the best for last…” Cliff explained from the other side of the door. Suddenly, the door burst open with one of Cliff's dynamic kicks. Cliff crossed the threshold, kicked the door shut, and stormed over to Fayt.

 

“W-wait! Cliff, get—get out!” Fayt commanded through stutters of uncertainty.

 

Cliff ignored the boy's vain words; after hearing everything that Fayt was saying to himself from behind the door, he knew to not leave. He knew that Fayt wanted him there, with him. Fayt desired him, and he was ready to make the young Leingod feel like a TRUE god. He couldn't suppress his own desires with the boy any longer. Finally, he knew how Fayt felt. It was unfortunate that he didn't learn of the young one's feelings sooner, but he was finally positive: he wanted to exchange “those three precious words” while making romantic and sweat-gushing love with him. Constitution meant nothing to him, for he knew that, if he didn't do something soon, Fayt could give up on him entirely. Cliff didn't want that. His last chance was upon him, and he had no obstacles.

 

Bringing his left knee onto the bed, between Fayt's legs, the Klausian hurriedly flung his black muscle shirt off and onto his bed. He slowly and sexily placed a gentle hand on the boy's cheek and repeated in whisper, “…the best for last…” After lifting the boy's face a little, he leaned forward and sealed those soft, younger lips. Rolling down Fayt's face were tears of joy. He accepted the parting of his lips by his blond guardian's tongue. He couldn't control his arms as they looped under Cliff's armpits. He calmly placed his hands on the back surface of the brawny shoulders. He pulled the man closer to him, thrilled by the depth of the kiss.

 

“So… I'm the best…?” he asked after getting a break for air. Cliff nodded once. Fayt cried blissfully, pulling himself back into Cliff. “Thank you,” he whispered, “and I'm sorry for yelling, and throwing the lantern at you.”

 

“At's alright,” the powerhouse responded, “I'm just happy to finally be holding you.” Cliff's words made Fayt shed more tears. “Ay! No cryin'!” the man commanded in a friendly tone, “Tears are liquids, and I want this fire to burn for a while.”

 

Fayt looked up at Cliff with an adorable smile. He nodded, kissed the warm, muscular chest, and said, “Yeah… So do I.” Cliff connected gazes with Fayt. His returning smile was so warm and gorgeous that he melted the boy' heart. “I'll stop crying,” Fayt promised like an obedient puppy, sniveling his last.

 

Cliff laughed lightly and handsomely as he wiped the young man's tears away with his thumb. “There ya go,” he mumbled, licking the tears off of his thumb, “That's so you know that I'd bear any sadness for you,” He replaced his hand on Fayt's cheek, sealing those sweet and savory lips with his licked thumb. “That's sayin' that any sadness you still end up feelin' won't keep you mourning for long, as long as I'm here to comfort you.”

 

Looking overjoyed, Fayt laughed boyishly. “Aw, Cliff…” he sighed dreamily without a complete following thought.

 

Cliff slipped his other hand up the back of the boy's shirt. This took Fayt by surprise, causing him to sound a small gasp. Cliff leaned into Fayt's right ear and seductively whispered, “You KNOW I'd do both, baby…”

 

Fayt ironically shivered to the heat rush that spread from his ear. He'd NEVER heard Cliff speak in such a sexy tone before. His second shiver was stronger than the first one, and was accompanied by an abrupt, “Whoa!”