Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction ❯ The Creator's Desire ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Love can be such a tricky emotion at times. It can make anything seem possible and within reach, or it can make even the simplest of tasks a demanding chore. For Maria Traydor, the emotion called love was something of an anomaly. She knew her parents had loved her. Despite the fact they had hardly been around for her when she had been growing up, she had no doubts about their love for her. Jessie and Robert Traydor had given her everything she had ever needed. Because of them, she had no doubts about the existence of love. What troubled her were the so-called feelings of love Sophia Esteed possessed for Fayt Leingod. The brown-haired girl had always been protective of Fayt, even though her combat abilities were virtually non-existent. Yet, despite her lack of fighting prowess, Sophia had never blinked an eye when battling enemies, dealing with Albel, or when it came to Maria herself. With the way she behaved, Maria believed Sophia to be in love with Fayt. It surprised Maria that, when the Creator had taken Fayt to who knew where to do who knew what, Sophia had remained oddly silent and calm about the entire situation. Everyone, including Albel, wanted to go and rescue their friend from Luther Lansfeld. The blond was a threat and if he managed to wipe Fayt's memories out . . . Maria shuddered to think of the possible consequences, but Sophia did not seem to be afraid. It baffled Maria that the younger girl was so calm about the whole thing, especially since she believed Fayt and Sophia were much closer in the emotion called love than what they let on. The desire to rescue Fayt from Luther Lansfeld should have overflowed from Sophia, more so than from anyone else, yet it had not.
'She knows something,' Maria reasoned. 'She knows something or she's somehow in league with Luther. Those are the only explanations.'
Naturally, Maria Traydor was a confrontational woman. She had no qualms about speaking her mind, especially if it got her what she wanted in the end. A lot of people relied on her and her determination to succeed. She would find out why Sophia had yet to say something about rescuing Fayt, one way or another.
Maria rose from her seat and left the bridge of The Diplo. Her answers were waiting for her. All she needed to do was ask them.

When Fayt opened his eyes, he was laying flat on his back, strong hands held his arms above his head, and teeth grazed on the flesh of his neck. A lean body lay on top of his while reddish blond hair danced in his field of vision. Fayt could not suppress the breathy moan that escaped him. Luther paused, lifted his head and smirked.
"Like that, do you?"
Fayt nodded, his mind starting to cloud with desire. The resonance between them also threatened to overwhelm him once more. He could, quite literally, feel the lust radiating from Luther, and it had a unique affect on Fayt. Sensing the other man's desire made him feel agreeable to whatever the blond wanted, and Fayt found he did not mind as much.
"Good." Luther's smirk grew. "What is your name again?"
"Fayt . . . Leingod . . ."
He squirmed as he spoke, his body aching for whatever Luther had in mind. His breathing was becoming laboured, but he could only wait for the blond to continue. Fayt wanted the Creator in ways he had never wanted anyone else. It surprised him, his submissiveness in the situation, but Luther had unlocked something inside of him, something that had long since been buried. He needed the blond-haired man the same way he needed water to survive.
"Fayt . . ." Luther leaned in close, his breath scorching against the patch of flesh he had been abusing with his teeth scant moments before. "How . . . appropriate."
Somthing hot and wet slide along his throat, and Fayt moaned once more. It felt like heaven, having Luther's attention like this, but he wanted more.
"You want me inside of you . . . You want me to own you."
"Yes . . . please . . ." Fayt murmured, not care how Luther knew of his desires. If his theory was correct, they were connected to each other anyway.
"Very well then."
Pain blossomed in Fayt's most sacred area as the same hard and long length penetrated him once more. White spots and stars filled his vision, and Fayt had to remind himself to breathe.
"So nice," he heard Luther say. "So very nice."
When his vision cleared, Fayt's gaze met with Luther's intensely blue eyes. The Creator still held Fayt's hands above his head.
"Luther . . ."
"You belong to me, Fayt Leingod. Do not forget that." Luther smiled. "I want to see how wanton you look while you are being pleasured."
He let go of Fayt's wrists, the smirk still on his face. As he did, he shifted, turning them so Fayt straddled Luther's length and hips. The Creator's cock remained buried in Fayt the entire time, sending little jolts of electricity through his blood. Fayt had an idea as to what Luther wanted him to do once they were situated, and he wondered if he would be able to accomplish the task.
'Doesn't matter,' he decided, his body shivering with pleasure. 'I can do this and I will. Because he's mine, the same way I'm his.'
Once he sat fully on top of Luther, Fayt started to move his hips in a circular motion, driving Luther deeper into his body. It hurt, but he did not care. The pleasure was there, and the pain would pass . . . he hoped.

Sophia glanced up the moment someone rang the button outside her door. Curious, she set her holo-book down and turned to face the door. Most of the Diplo's crew avoided her for one reason or another, and Sophia found she did not mind so much. There were many things whirling around in her head, and she found she needed the space to deal with everything she had endured. Still, she was not about to turn anyone away. Sophia had always possessed a very gentle soul. It had been the one quality that kept her friendship with Fayt going strong.
"Come in."
The door slid open to reveal Maria Traydor, the ship's captain. Sophia noted the dark expression on the other woman's face as she entered the room, and she could not help but wonder what was troubling the other woman.
"Is there something wrong?" Sophia inquired. She knew Maria and the others were worried about Fayt and that they wanted to go after him. From the way the discussions had gone, a few of those in favour of rescuing Fayt from the Creator felt they would need her powers of Connection to go back into 4D space. While she understood and felt the same way they did about going after Fayt, Sophia just doubted if Fayt wanted to be saved. There had been many things he had confessed to her and to her alone.
"I don't know," Maria stated in response to her question. "You tell me."
"I'm not sure I understand what you mean . . ."
"Don't play games with me!" the blue-haired woman snapped. "Ever since Luther kidnapped Fayt, you've been extremely calm about the whole damn thing. You don't even act like you want to rescue him. To me, that means you're working with Luther or you don't care about Fayt as much as you say you do."
Now it was Sophia's turned to be outraged. She cared for Fayt deeply, more than what anyone could ever imagine. Her eyes narrowed, and she rose to her feet."How dare you," she hissed. "How dare you presume to know what I think and how I feel! You don't know a damn thing about me or about my relationship with Fayt! I do care about him, more than you'll ever know!"
"Then help us,' Maria stated. "Help us rescue him! Who knows what sick and twisted things Luther's doing to him right now!"
"I can't do that," Sophia murmured, meeting Maria's gaze.
"And why not?" the other woman demanded.
"Because I have this feeling . . . Fayt is right where he wants to be."

It was an overflow of emotions. Luther knew as much, and he knew he was powerless against the mental onslaught. Such knowledge frightened him, though he would never admit he could feel such fear. Luther prided himself on his ability to maintain tight control over his emtions, no matter what the situation happened to be about.
However, as his eyes met a lust-filled yet satisfied green gaze, Luther realized he did not mind his emotions so much with Fayt around. Granted, they had only been around each other for less than a day, but Luther already knew he would eliminate anyone who would attempt to take his angel away from him.
Supple lips touched upon his, a warm and invitiing kiss . . .