Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction ❯ The Creator's Desire ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
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By: liana_bluestar 
Non Anime: Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.29.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 301 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.29.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 301 | Status: Completed
He desired many things in his life: new challenges with rewarding results, the people who worked under him to do their absolute best, just to name a few, but Luther craved obedience above all else. Having his subordinates and creations do exactly as he wanted them to pleased the blond-haired man like nothing else ever could.
Disobedience had the opposite effect on him. When those who served him defied him, Luther ensured said person learned never to do so agian. He, fortunately for the offender, rarely resorted to violence, preferring to fuck with his opponent's mind. Because of his tactics, many people, including his own sister, feared him.
This time, though, he was not sure of what to feel or to even think. Ten of his creations from the Eternal Sphere had entered into his world. They had broken into his Workspace, his personal area, and were now confronting hm over his decision to delete the bugs and viruses corrupting the Eternal Sphere, the one thing he had cherished above all else in his world. The beings were supposed to obey him and submit to his demands. Serve him or be deleted. In Luther's warped mind, it was the only way to save the bright and beautiful world he had created and dreamt about. That much was simple. What confused him and sent his emotions and thoughts into complete disarray were the eyes of the group's leader.
Those eyes, they were green and oh so familiar to him.
Had Blair been right all along? Had he stumbled across a world parallel to his own instead of actually creating it? He had no answers, but Luther was determined to get them.
Sending all but the green-eyed one flying, Luther crossed the distance between he and his creation. The young man raised his sword in defense, poised to strike back. Luther was not about to let him retaliate. He grabbed his rival's wrists and yanked the other man foward, pressing his lips against the other's. At the same time he kissed the swordsman, Luther transported the two of them out of the Eternal Sphere and directly into the bedroom of his home before anyone could recover and try to stop him. Luther knew what he wanted, what he desired from the young man he now held tight against his body. He was vaguely aware of a weapon hitting the floor.
Fingers dug into his shoulders as teeth bit into his lower lip. Startled but now aroused by this action, Luther broke the kiss but did not let go. He gazed into eyes similar to his own and saw fires burning in green depths. They were fires of anger, confusion, and lust. Luther slid one hand down to grasp a firm butt cheek, a smirk gracing his features. A slight bulge pressed into Luther's thigh.
"You want this," he murmured, his tone lust-filled and husky. His companion trembled at both his words and his proximity. "I can tell."
"Nnn . . ."
Luther cut off his companion's words with another kiss, his tongue plundering the warm cavern hidden behind those supple lips. Fingers still dug into his shoulders, but Luther paid no heed. His blood had been set on fire because of the other man, and he would not be denied what he wanted.
Another bite to his lower lip followed as he prolongued the kiss, but Luther did not care. The body next to his was warm and very much alive, the green-eyed man's scent invading Luther's senses. His hands slid in between fabric and heated flesh, and he ground his hips against the younger man's, his erection now quite obvious. The biting ceased with his actions, and Luther could not help but smile into the kiss. The other man had stopped fighting, in his estimation. Good. It meant it was time to satisfy their needs and for Luther to make his claim.
Luther half-pushed, half-led his companion to the other side of the room, where his bed rested. Along the way, armor, clothing, and shoes were taken off (mostly by Luther) and tossed haphazardly onto the floor. Then the young, hot body was pinned beneath him on the bed, a half-erect cock burning into the flesh of his abdomen.
Luther had not meant to rush things between them. He hated to be rushed, especially since he had wanted to take the time and explore the other man's body, but feeling that hardness against him had sent him over the edge as had the taut opening resting snug against his own manhood. Grabbing his partner's knees, Luther spread slender legs as far as they would go then thrust into the hot and painfully tight channel that had awaited him. He had to pause and gain his breath while his partner had screamed, the blond-haired man noting idly in disappointment the limpness of the blue-haired man's cock. As he saw it, they both needed a moment to adjust and to catch their breaths. The pleasure would begin soon enough.
When his companion started to move, Luther did as well, trying to relieve the pressure growing in his belly. Each thrust met the constricting resistance of muscles, also bringing forth the strangest yet most arousing noises from the man laying underneath him. Such sounds had grown in frequency and volume after Luther had angled himself just right into the compliant body, and he was pleased to feel his companion's erection return in full force. Knees dug into Luther's hips as he tried to bring them both closer to climax. He knew the exquisite creature below him was close. He had to be close. His partner simply needed . . . a little more persuasion.
Of its own accord, Luther's hand reached between their bodies and grasped his partner's penis, rubbing and fondling the length in rhythm with his thrusts. A low moan escaped the blue-haired man as his body tensed and arched into Luther. Warmth coated the blond's fingers.
The feel of his new-found lover's essence covering his fingers was an experience Luther had never encountered before, and it sent him flying over a sexual cliff he had not seen coming. Letting out a feral growl, Luther slammed into his companion's body one final time. He saw white for several moments during that final thrust, releasing his seed deep within the blue-haired man's body and panting the entire time. When his vision cleared, Luther noticed a strange blue-green glow coming from the man laying underneat him. The Creator thought it odd then dismissed the idea due to exhaustion. He rolled to one side, his member sliding out of his lover's body as he pulled the green-eyed man plush against him. In the morning, he would ponder the strange aura. For now, he needed rest, the events of the last few moments finally taking their toll on him. Luther had had a long day, after all, but he had found the one he had been seeking. Of that, he was certain.
* * *
Fayt lay awake, one hand resting on the Creator's chest. His entire body trembled from the most recent experience he had encountered, but Fayt did not know why. For all he knew, he shook from the orgasm that had overtaken him. His vision had gone white during his release, his desire for the blond-haired man having taken over his senses some time before.
However, before he had seen nothing but white, Fayt had noticed something about himself and about Luther. They were glowing, he with a blue-green light and Luther with a white-silver light. They still glowed with these strange auras, and the auras were starting to mingle with the other. Fayt, in his exhausted state of mind, half-imagined it was a sign, that he and Luther had always been connected somehow, and they were now completing that connection by coupling as they had. Given his body's initial response upon seeing Luther for the first time, Fayt believed it to be entirely possible. He had not resisted the blue-eyed man hard enough when Luther had started kissing him. He had not fought much when Luther stripped him of his clothing and armor, and Fayt certainly had not tried to ward the other man off when Luther had taken him, plundering his body as if he owned it. Most would have seen such an act as rape, but Fayt could not convince himself that it had been rape and he knew why. He had wanted Luther. He still wanted Luther. His body yearned for more of the blond-haired man and to feel that long, hard length inside of him again, pounding away with the same possessive ferocity. Such thoughts scared Fayt at the same time they thrilled him, and he could not help but wonder, as sleep finally came to claim him, exactly what was wrong with him. He yawned then shrugged it off. He would have to figure it out in the morning. Like Luther, he needed rest. It had been a long day for him, too, after all.
Disobedience had the opposite effect on him. When those who served him defied him, Luther ensured said person learned never to do so agian. He, fortunately for the offender, rarely resorted to violence, preferring to fuck with his opponent's mind. Because of his tactics, many people, including his own sister, feared him.
This time, though, he was not sure of what to feel or to even think. Ten of his creations from the Eternal Sphere had entered into his world. They had broken into his Workspace, his personal area, and were now confronting hm over his decision to delete the bugs and viruses corrupting the Eternal Sphere, the one thing he had cherished above all else in his world. The beings were supposed to obey him and submit to his demands. Serve him or be deleted. In Luther's warped mind, it was the only way to save the bright and beautiful world he had created and dreamt about. That much was simple. What confused him and sent his emotions and thoughts into complete disarray were the eyes of the group's leader.
Those eyes, they were green and oh so familiar to him.
Had Blair been right all along? Had he stumbled across a world parallel to his own instead of actually creating it? He had no answers, but Luther was determined to get them.
Sending all but the green-eyed one flying, Luther crossed the distance between he and his creation. The young man raised his sword in defense, poised to strike back. Luther was not about to let him retaliate. He grabbed his rival's wrists and yanked the other man foward, pressing his lips against the other's. At the same time he kissed the swordsman, Luther transported the two of them out of the Eternal Sphere and directly into the bedroom of his home before anyone could recover and try to stop him. Luther knew what he wanted, what he desired from the young man he now held tight against his body. He was vaguely aware of a weapon hitting the floor.
Fingers dug into his shoulders as teeth bit into his lower lip. Startled but now aroused by this action, Luther broke the kiss but did not let go. He gazed into eyes similar to his own and saw fires burning in green depths. They were fires of anger, confusion, and lust. Luther slid one hand down to grasp a firm butt cheek, a smirk gracing his features. A slight bulge pressed into Luther's thigh.
"You want this," he murmured, his tone lust-filled and husky. His companion trembled at both his words and his proximity. "I can tell."
"Nnn . . ."
Luther cut off his companion's words with another kiss, his tongue plundering the warm cavern hidden behind those supple lips. Fingers still dug into his shoulders, but Luther paid no heed. His blood had been set on fire because of the other man, and he would not be denied what he wanted.
Another bite to his lower lip followed as he prolongued the kiss, but Luther did not care. The body next to his was warm and very much alive, the green-eyed man's scent invading Luther's senses. His hands slid in between fabric and heated flesh, and he ground his hips against the younger man's, his erection now quite obvious. The biting ceased with his actions, and Luther could not help but smile into the kiss. The other man had stopped fighting, in his estimation. Good. It meant it was time to satisfy their needs and for Luther to make his claim.
Luther half-pushed, half-led his companion to the other side of the room, where his bed rested. Along the way, armor, clothing, and shoes were taken off (mostly by Luther) and tossed haphazardly onto the floor. Then the young, hot body was pinned beneath him on the bed, a half-erect cock burning into the flesh of his abdomen.
Luther had not meant to rush things between them. He hated to be rushed, especially since he had wanted to take the time and explore the other man's body, but feeling that hardness against him had sent him over the edge as had the taut opening resting snug against his own manhood. Grabbing his partner's knees, Luther spread slender legs as far as they would go then thrust into the hot and painfully tight channel that had awaited him. He had to pause and gain his breath while his partner had screamed, the blond-haired man noting idly in disappointment the limpness of the blue-haired man's cock. As he saw it, they both needed a moment to adjust and to catch their breaths. The pleasure would begin soon enough.
When his companion started to move, Luther did as well, trying to relieve the pressure growing in his belly. Each thrust met the constricting resistance of muscles, also bringing forth the strangest yet most arousing noises from the man laying underneath him. Such sounds had grown in frequency and volume after Luther had angled himself just right into the compliant body, and he was pleased to feel his companion's erection return in full force. Knees dug into Luther's hips as he tried to bring them both closer to climax. He knew the exquisite creature below him was close. He had to be close. His partner simply needed . . . a little more persuasion.
Of its own accord, Luther's hand reached between their bodies and grasped his partner's penis, rubbing and fondling the length in rhythm with his thrusts. A low moan escaped the blue-haired man as his body tensed and arched into Luther. Warmth coated the blond's fingers.
The feel of his new-found lover's essence covering his fingers was an experience Luther had never encountered before, and it sent him flying over a sexual cliff he had not seen coming. Letting out a feral growl, Luther slammed into his companion's body one final time. He saw white for several moments during that final thrust, releasing his seed deep within the blue-haired man's body and panting the entire time. When his vision cleared, Luther noticed a strange blue-green glow coming from the man laying underneat him. The Creator thought it odd then dismissed the idea due to exhaustion. He rolled to one side, his member sliding out of his lover's body as he pulled the green-eyed man plush against him. In the morning, he would ponder the strange aura. For now, he needed rest, the events of the last few moments finally taking their toll on him. Luther had had a long day, after all, but he had found the one he had been seeking. Of that, he was certain.
* * *
Fayt lay awake, one hand resting on the Creator's chest. His entire body trembled from the most recent experience he had encountered, but Fayt did not know why. For all he knew, he shook from the orgasm that had overtaken him. His vision had gone white during his release, his desire for the blond-haired man having taken over his senses some time before.
However, before he had seen nothing but white, Fayt had noticed something about himself and about Luther. They were glowing, he with a blue-green light and Luther with a white-silver light. They still glowed with these strange auras, and the auras were starting to mingle with the other. Fayt, in his exhausted state of mind, half-imagined it was a sign, that he and Luther had always been connected somehow, and they were now completing that connection by coupling as they had. Given his body's initial response upon seeing Luther for the first time, Fayt believed it to be entirely possible. He had not resisted the blue-eyed man hard enough when Luther had started kissing him. He had not fought much when Luther stripped him of his clothing and armor, and Fayt certainly had not tried to ward the other man off when Luther had taken him, plundering his body as if he owned it. Most would have seen such an act as rape, but Fayt could not convince himself that it had been rape and he knew why. He had wanted Luther. He still wanted Luther. His body yearned for more of the blond-haired man and to feel that long, hard length inside of him again, pounding away with the same possessive ferocity. Such thoughts scared Fayt at the same time they thrilled him, and he could not help but wonder, as sleep finally came to claim him, exactly what was wrong with him. He yawned then shrugged it off. He would have to figure it out in the morning. Like Luther, he needed rest. It had been a long day for him, too, after all.