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well...

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if party waiter, why sexy..

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cleaning up the lineart >3>

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this man....my god...i hate this man...

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some of my argenthill bangers from twt

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NÃO BRINCA????? TU POR ESSAS BANDAS?????????????? 😱

Achou que eu era tipo um tamagochi do twitter e que eu ia morrer junto com o site?

Achou errado

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best trio

(old) underworld trio doodles!!

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El primer fanart que hago de ellos juntos

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Nosso último verão

N/A: Primeira vez tentando escrever angst e na hora, por algum motivo, me veio os dois na cabeça. Espero que aproveite~

Resumo: Meses após o fim do relacionamento, Asin e Lin se encontram em uma viagem com amigos e trazem de volta memórias e emoções.

Contagem de palavras: 2153 palavras

tw: angst; termino

Não foi um término dramático. Não houve brigas, nem traições e nem mentiras. Mas eles não poderiam continuar com uma relação que os desagradava. Não haviam exatamente motivos, mas não existia mais amor.

Apesar de terem terminado a cerca de alguns meses, Asin e Lin continuaram amigos. Compartilhavam a mesma roda de conhecidos, muitas vezes frequentavam os mesmos lugares, então era o melhor, para ambos, que a relação tivesse terminado de uma maneira pacífica. 

Existia mais na vida além de um amor passado. Estudo, trabalho, outras pessoas, novos hobbies, cada um seguiu a sua maneira. E isso funcionou, pelo menos, até então.

“Quanto tempo?” Lin perguntou, se debruçando sobre o balcão, bufando.

“Uns… 5 dias, sabe? A gente conseguiu um barco menor, então vai ser só o nosso pessoal. Eu, a Amy, a Elesis, até a Edel arrumou tempo pra ir!” Jin insistiu, com um olhar pidão. 5 dias… ela tinha que cuidar da loja, limpar o apartamento e a volta às aulas, que estava cada vez mais perto com o fim das férias.

“Eu não sei. Não consigo prometer nada porque eu tenho muita coisa para fazer,” não era, na prática, uma mentira. Tirar 5 dias para descansar talvez não fosse arruinar sua agenda.

“Ah, por favor! Só falta você e o Asin! A Amy foi falar com ele e eu vim falar com você.”

“Ele vai?”

“Eu espero que sim, ele não tinha topado um tempinho atrás, mas talvez agora-” o ruivo parou de falar, recordando os últimos eventos envolvendo os dois, “ai… desculpa, eu tinha esquecido…” admitiu, envergonhado. “Mas não vai ser nada-”

“Tá tudo certo, não é como se eu odiasse ele...ainda somos amigos, só não… estamos juntos.” Lin apoiou a mão no balcão, arrumando a postura e respirando firme. “Beleza. Me passa quanto vai ficar e eu vou tirar minha folga. Eu vou.”

“Sério?!”

“Uhum. É esse final de semana né?”

“Isso, é pra gente se encontrar no porto, o resto já tá combinado!”

“Tudo bem… te vejo lá então.” Disse, sorrindo e acenando. Nem 5 segundos depois que o garoto saiu da loja e sumiu do campo de visão dela, Lin se debruçou no balcão de novo. ‘O que deu em mim?! E eu duvido que a Amy vai convencer ele… merda,’ pensou.

E então se passaram os dias. Terça, quarta, quinta, sexta e o final de semana cada vez mais perto. A ideia cresceu nela, tirar alguns dias para descansar não lhe faria nenhum mal, ela merecia esse mimo. 

Pessoa para aguar as plantas? Confere. Chefe avisado? Confere. Mala feita? Confere.

Assim que acordasse amanhã, era só pegar as coisas e sair de casa. Conseguia sentir até uma certa ansiedade, antecipando os próximos dias. ‘Ver o pessoal de novo vai ser bom…’, pensou abraçando o travesseiro mais forte. O Sieg, a Mari, a Edel e o Asin-

Lin arregalou os olhos, se pegando pensando nele de novo. Respirou fundo, não tinha problema. Colocaram ela no grupo da viagem no mesmo dia que ela conversou com o Jin e nenhum dos números no grupo era o dele, e nem adicionaram mais tarde. “Não adianta, besta, ele não vai…” murmurou para si, no escuro do quarto. Outro suspiro.

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No outro dia, o calor ajudou. Não eram nem 10h e o sol já estava ardendo como nunca, o brilho chegava a doer na vista quando refletia na calçada. Seu coração batia mais forte, ela conseguia sentir a antecipação aumentando a cada metro que o carro percorria, mal conseguia prestar atenção no que o motorista dizia.

“Moça, é aqui né?”

“A-ah, sim!” Respondeu na pressa, como se acordando de um sonho, voltando à realidade. “Deu quant-” 

“LIN!!” Mal deu tempo de colocar a mão na bolsa e pegar a carteira e já tinha alguém berrando seu nome. 

Rindo, de nervoso, ela conseguiu pagar o motorista enquanto uma voz estridente chamava por ela do lado de fora.

“Ai! Você veio mesmo! Quanto tempoo!” Amy não poupou nenhum segundo antes de agarrar a garota em um abraço apertado, o qual ela estava feliz em retribuir. 

“Já tem um pessoal lá em cima, eu estou aqui pra receber quem for chegando, o barco vai zarpar de tardezinha, mas já dá pra curtir o lugar. A gente coloca a conversa em dia mais tarde.”

Lin acenou com a cabeça, “entendi, vou deixar minhas coisas lá dentro então,” respondeu antes de embarcar.  

A vista do lugar lhe fez sentir sentimentos mistos: estava impressionada com a estrutura, o quão bonito era… mas já conseguia sentir a dor no bolso só de imaginar quanto que o aluguel disso ia custar para cada um, ‘e eu jurando que ia economizar esse mês…’

Boa parte do grupo já estava a bordo, alguns conversando na borda da piscina, outros no convés jogando conversando fora. Entre cumprimentos aqui e ali, uma silhueta familiar, de uma amiga de longa data que ela não via faz tempo.

“Edel!” Lin chamou, deixando a bolsa para trás e correndo na direção da garota, que estava entretida o bastante na conversa com um outro alguém que mal notou quando a outra gritou seu nome.

“Edel! Por onde você an… dou…” Falando cada vez mais baixo quando chegou perto, a surpresa foi grande o bastante para que se calasse por alguns segundos.

“Ah, oi, Lin.” Edel se virou, sorrindo, "estávamos falando sobre você. Viu, Asin, eu te disse que ela ia vir.”

O garoto, um pouco mais atrás, fitou o mar. Não era bem esse o reencontro que ele estava esperando.

“Você… veio. Achei que a Amy não tivesse conseguido te convencer.” Lin murmurou, não exatamente triste, mas ainda em estado de choque com uma surpresa assim.

“Ela… não conseguiu. Eu decidi vir de última hora, encontrei a Edel e ela estava me falando quem a Amy e o Jin tinham convidado.”Ele explicou, tendo certa dificuldade de encarar a garota nos olhos.

“Bem, nosso grupo está reunido de novo.” Edel anunciou, com um sorriso satisfeito no rosto, “quando foi a última vez que nos encontramos assim? Foi na formatura da Karina e da Vice, né?”

“Sim, hahah, faz um tempo já…” Lin concordou, já descartando metade dos planos que havia feito para os próximos dias.

E então o silêncio se instaurou entre os três, mesmo Edel se demonstrou um pouco inquieta até que alguém, do outro lado do barco, chamou por ela. Eram só os dois. Lin se sentou em um banco próximo. Asin, por sua vez, escorando as costas na grade atrás de si, encarando o chão.

“Isso… não precisa ficar estranho…” Lin sugeriu, tímida. Ela não o ressentia, mas e quanto a ele? Esse e outros mil e um pensamentos lhe rondavam a cabeça.

“Ah, eu não quis te deixar desconfortável, eu só-”

“Pessoal, atenção! Um minuto aqui, por favor!” Amy anunciava de cima de uma mesa, “agora que todos estão aqui, vamos celebrar nossa viagem!” Sua voz foi seguida de uma multidão que comemorava em uníssono, levantando taças, copos, garrafas ou qualquer outro recipiente que tivessem em mãos.

Os dois riram, se encontrando no sorriso um do outro. Não tinha como aquele clima de tensão se manter por muito tempo. “Eu só… ah, quer saber, deixa pra lá.” Asin andou um pouco na direção de Lin e lhe estendeu a mão, “não vai sobrar nada pra gente se não formos agora, vem.”

Ela sorriu, “Certo, depois conversamos,” disse enquanto segurava na mão dele.

E assim se seguiu a noite. Como se obedecendo ao que os dois achavam que queriam, foi difícil sequer se esbarrar desde então. Sempre que se aproximavam, alguém os puxava para longe um do outro, alguma coisa acontecia e os impedia de conversar.

Por algumas horas, Lin se esqueceu da presença dele. Esqueceu dele. Era como se todas as outras coisas ao seu redor apagassem o que lhe restava de preocupação para que pudesse, verdadeiramente, aproveitar o momento.

As luzes do convés se acenderam assim que o sol se pôs, o movimento suave das ondas contra o casco não lhe afetavam, diferente de boa parte do grupo, Lin tinha uma boa resistência ao álcool e pode aproveitar de toda sua sobriedade enquanto assistia e ria dos passos trançados de seus colegas e amigos, das batalhas terríveis travadas contra um senso de equilíbrio perturbado e dos tombos patéticos para dentro da piscina ou contra as almofadas do sofá.

Quanto mais passavam as horas, mais a calmaria se instaurava. A barulheira de antes deu lugar a conversas sutís, as vozes altas a palavras arrastadas de sono e embriaguez e o som do mar levando, um a um, a cair no sono,

E, num canto escuro, estava ele. Com a mesma admiração, e talvez até interesse de alguns meses atrás, Lin fitou cada traço do seu corpo. A maneira como estava encostado contra a parede, a vermelhidão nas bochechas, o olhar cansado, as roupas úmidas. Talvez fosse a hora de colocar a conversa em dia… como amigos, sim, como amigos.  

“Asin? Tá acordado?” Sussurrou, se aproximando com passos delicados.

“Lin..? Sim, estou... só um... pouco tonto, só isso…” Riu, jogando o rosto um pouco para trás. Nunca, em nenhum dos meses que estiveram juntas, ele aguentou mais do que alguns copos de bebida. Se fosse algo mais forte, coitado...

“Quantos copos foram dessa vez?” Provocou, sentando ao lado dele. Talvez fossem as garrafas que ela havia virado mais cedo, mas sentia um pouco mais de coragem agora.

“Não contei… Mas acho que mais que a… última vez.” Disse enquanto virava o rosto, olhando para a garota.

“Posso te perguntar uma coisa?”

“...Pode, o que foi?” Respondeu, um pouco mais tenso. Talvez nem outras tantas garrafas de álcool pudessem aliviar o efeito de uma pergunta dessas, principalmente vindo dela.

“Como… como têm sido as coisas para você?”

“Depois que a gente..?”

“É, depois que a gente terminou,”

De novo, o silêncio. Não era como se estivesse correndo da pergunta, mas buscando uma resposta honesta dentro de si. 

“Eu… acho que bem, mas estranhas.”

“Estranhas?”

“Sim… as coisas não davam certo, mas eu não comecei a desgostar de você pode isso… só que eu senti a sua falta.” Explicou, suspirando fundo e encarando o chão do convés. “É algo como o que você tinha dito lá atrás… Eu gosto dessa falta de compromisso e de… poder ver outras pessoas.”

“Eu lembro disso… também lembro de não, acho que a palavra seria… amar. Lembro de não te amar mais, mas ainda gostar de você.” Lin sentia um desconforto enorme dentro do peito sempre que lembrava daquele dia e, dessa vez, não foi diferente.

“É… acho que era isso, quando a gente se separou, eu me senti bem, de certa forma…”

“Eu entendo…” sussurrou.

“É como você tinha me explicado… foi… meio triste no começo quando você disse que a gente não ia dar certo, mas você tinha razão… Só que foi estranho. Foi estranho não te mandar mensagem quase que todo dia, não te convidar…”

“Acho que consigo… ver o que você tá falando. Mas se você encontrar outra pessoa, alguém que você goste de verdade… você não vai mais sentir falta.”

“Acho que sim…”

Ambos suspiraram, como se tirando um peso do peito. Um diálogo menos doloroso que o último que tiveram, mas necessário.

“Asin…”

“Oi?”

“Vamos… vamos aproveitar a viagem.”

“Mas...estamos fazendo isso, não?”

“Não, quero dizer… vamos aproveitar esse como nosso último verão.”

“Nosso… último verão?”

“É. A gente… fica e depois… segue em frente, sabe?”

“Ah, entendi…”

Lin o segurou pelo rosto, gentilmente, antes de pressionar os lábios contra os seus. Já estava próxima o bastante para se apoiar no colo dele. 

Era bom, nunca havia deixado de ser. Um beijo úmido, ela conseguia sentir a vontade dele, um sentimento compartilhado, mas que nenhum deles conseguiria vocalizar. 

Um arrepio leve, lhe subiu pelas costas quando sentiu a mão dela em volta da sua cintura, a puxando mais para perto. O frio do vento nas roupas molhadas ficando cada vez mais distante enquanto o calor daquele momento crescia cada vez mais.

A confiança de Lin crescia com cada suspiro que ela conseguia tirar dele. Asin lhe dava espaço para continuar, se colocar no colo dele para que pudesse envolver os braços ao redor de seu pescoço enquanto ele abraçava sua cintura. Separavam os lábios com um estalo, a respiração apressada de ambos, um breve momento para recuperar o fôlego antes de um outro beijo. Via, nos gestos dele, a demonstração da vontade por mais, via a mesma paixão de meses atrás que havia se perdido com o tempo da relação.

Mas, não via, no coração dele, a tristeza. Um ressentimento. Um infeliz déjà vu. O medo de mais uma despedida, a dor de ser deixado mais uma vez. Viveria qualquer outro segundo ao lado dela como se fosse o último de sua vida, com o desejo de que o outono nunca chegasse. Um último verão, uma outra tentativa de dizer adeus.

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To Understand a New Shape

Grand Chase - Pino x Heitaros

A/N: AAAH, it took me longer than it should to finish this, but it’s done! I’ve facing quite a hard time to write, so I feel this one isn’t so good as it could be-- Anyway, here it is, even thought I hardly doubt anyone besides me shipp this two, lol

Summary: As the spell to change his henchman’s form is complete, Heitaros decide to help Pino get used to his new body. 

Warning: (+18) NSFW

Word count: 2043 words.

The room was filled with a strong light as the magic flowed, the body of Heitaros' closest henchman slowly being formed around the core of his soul, cell by cell, it was being built in front of the Demon God's very eyes.

A few more minutes, the spell was complete and Pino fell to the ground, taking a few seconds to open his eyes again. He pushed his body up, sitting down and looking at his hand, clenching them and turning one of them around.

A pair of warm hands wrapped around his chest, covering him in some kind of blanket, Pino giggled, "your magic is amazing as expected, my Lord."

"It's nothing but a mere shape-shift spell, nothing to be impressed." Heitaros backed away, sitting on his throne. "Humans do not recover as fast as we do. Be sure to not be reckless while in this body."

"Even if they were, my Lord, this body is a gift from you, after all, I couldn't be less than careful with it." Pino hummed happily, covering himself in the cloth his master gave to him and trying to stand up on his own. Heitaros laughed quietly as he saw the demon's legs tremble slightly.

The grey haired watched himself in the reflex of the windows, looking over his shoulders and touching his face, "it somewhat resembles my true self. But everything feels so different on my skin, my Lord." He commented, gently pinching his own cheek.

"Hahah, it's rather amusing to see you so curious about something." Heitaros grinned, "I'll make sure to provide new clothes for you, like me, your human body seems somewhat smaller than your former self."

"As you please, my Lord. I'll gratefully accept your offers." Pino answered, turning his back to the window that he was using as a mirror and facing Heitaros again. Under the light, the Demon God could play more attention to every detail. It was, of course, different from the Pino he was used to, yet, it resembled him. As if his human form was... a cuter version of him. He smiled.

The redhead stood up and walked to the door, opening it and whispering his orders to the servant outside, who promptly went after what was requested. Heitaros watched as they walked away before closing the door again, turning his eyes back to Pino.

"In the meantime, liking your new form so far? I noticed some disturbance in your look as you were watching your reflection. Your appearance doesn't fit your taste?" Heitaros commented, sitting down and crossing his legs, resting his head in his arm.

"Ah, I'm sorry if that was the impression I gave you, my Lord." Pino shook his head, smiling, "It's just been a while since I changed my form, it might take me a moment to get used to my human body."

"A moment? As my henchman, I suppose you already know how little time we have." He pretended to be serious, staring at the grey haired with a piercing look, "I should do whatever is in my reach to make you adapt faster... Don't you agree?"

"Perfectly, my Lord. It would be an honor to count with your help." Pino nodded. After all the time he stood by Heitaros's side, he could easily tell what was and what wasn't a serious conversation. He could tell by the way his Lord eyed him, as a wild beast stalking its prey. 

The Demon Lord signed, with his finger, from Pino to get closer. A shiver ran up his spine, making him tense his back. If Heitaros was the predator, then he would, gladly, play the role of the prey.

"Yes, my Lord?" He asked, feigning innocence. 

Heitaros chuckled, deep and silent giggles as he looked up to the other's face. "I did a good job on you. You look... cute, I'd say."

"Hahah, many may say that's not a good quality for a demon."

"Maybe.But not I." The redhead watched him, the cloth randomly wrapped around his body, covering just a few parts... Heitaros took a deep sigh, extending his hand. "Come here..."

"As you wish..." Pino walked forward, not hesitating to follow the command. 

The redhead reached for his waist, wrapping his arm around it and gently pulling him even closer, kissing an uncovered spot on his torso and rubbing his cheek on his stomach. 

The boy flinched, his lips trembling for a moment, before a stream of giggles came out of his mouth. Heitaros backed his head, tilting his head.

"S-sorry, my Lord..." He spoke, a smile still on his face, "I didn't mean to bother you, it felt just-"

"Ticklish?" He interrupted, smirking, "you did warn you were more... sensitive." He quickly pulled Pino into his lap, hugging him by his back as he kissed his nape, "maybe we should take this as part of your adaptation?" 

"A-ahahah, my Lohohord!" More giggles came out as he scrunched his neck, tugging on Heitaros' hands, trying to push them away from his stomach.

"Try to bear with it a little longer... you might have problems if you don't adapt to your body..." He teased, not willing to let go, kissing him again, even playfully nibbling.

"N-nohohot like that, hahahah, p-pleahahase..!" 

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"Ahaha, my L-Lord, not there- Pffft... Nohoho!"

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"W-wait, hahah... Ah, ah..!" A moan escaped his mouth and his cheeks wore a strong shade of pink, Pino leaned back on Heitaros as the other slid one of his hands up, under the cloth that covered his body, reaching for his chest.

"Was just that enough to tire you out? ~" He chuckled, circling the grey haired's nipple with his fingers as he caressed his inner thigh with the other hand.

Pino sighed, glancing over his shoulder as he tried to act unbothered, "No, my Lord... but you, you could have resorted to a more... gentle option." He added, rather embarrassed after being played like that.

"Gentle, huh..."

The demon tried to remain quiet as Heitaros kept teasing him, biting his inner lip as he sighed, closing his eyes and slightly throwing his head back.

"I'm not fond of the idea of holding back... but for you I might as well just comply."  He whispered, letting go of Pino's body and starting to pull the cloth that covered him away.

"Is that... what you want, my Lord?" The grey haired asked, looking away while the other stripped him, wearing a strong shade of pink on his cheeks as he tried to remain calm.

"Mhm..." The other simply hummed an answer, smiling once he was done. Heitaros landed a hand on Pino's stomach and slowly raised it up to his neck, gently holding him as he leaned to whisper, "your company is rather amusing... but there is something else about having you so close... that is far more enjoyable than any conflict." 

Pino gasped when he felt Heitaros dragging him to the bed, laying him on his stomach. The henchman smiles slightly, resting his head comfortably against a pillow. "I'm flattered to hear you say that, my Lord." The grey haired muttered, hearing the sound of the other's clothes falling on the ground.

The redhead leaned forward, dragging his hand over Pino's arm until he reached his hand, interlacing his fingers as he gently held it. "I will... be gentle." He mocked, using his other hand to raise the other's hips a little before slowly pushing his member inside him, groaning in pleasure.

A whimper came out of Pino's mouth, clenching both his hands. His body wasn't like before, it felt even a little painful. A tender kiss was laid on the back of his shoulder, making him slowly open his eyes to try to peek at it.

"It's okay..." Heitaros said, grinning to the other demon. After a few seconds, he tried to move, sighing and slightly tightening his grip. His eyes half closed, he was slowly speeding up with each thrust.

Pino used the pillow to muff his own voice, the pleasure taking over him, he could barely pay attention to the pain at that point. He could feel Heitaros' hands over his, trying to give him some comfort, remind him of his presence. 

Heitaros kept thrusting, trying to keep up the pace of his moves. It was hard even for him to keep his voice low. The other's body was different from what he could recall from other nights they spent together. Feeling his body spasm under his touch, have him at his mercy... It was even better this time.

The redhead sneaked a hand under him, reaching for the other's member and stroking it along his moves, being rewarded with a surprised gasp from his partner and louder reactions. He chuckled, kissing Pino's back, "Are you close..? Try to bear it a little longer..." He whispered, moving his fingers just to push him closer to the edge.

"A-ah... my Lord..." The grey haired called, not exactly with a reason behind his words. Pino could feel himself getting close to his limits, thinking if he could actually keep holding back with Heitaros teasing him like that. He could feel a few drops of drool sliding down the corner of his lips, how his hands lacked strength, his mind filled with lust... The Demon God was probably the only to ever witness that side of him. He could feel his dick throbbing, pre cum already leaking from its tip. He couldn't focus even at the light pain that was bringing him back to his senses before. 

Heitaros knew him far too well... It shouldn't take long before he would finish, but it wasn't much different for himself. It was getting hard to keep up the same pace as when they started, his legs struggling to move as he wanted, weakened. The redhead pressed his lips on the other's neck, marking the skin with his teeth as he felt the pleasure flowing across his body. He was panting, trying to catch his breath between each thrust, when he felt Pino squeezing his hand a little tighter. Something so simple, but something that made him smile.

The grey haired closed his eyes shut, pressing his teeth into the pillow as he tried to keep enduring as much as he could. As if Heitaros' teasing wasn't making it more difficult, there was something about hearing the redhead groaning, full of lust, that was sending him completely off the tracks. 

“I-I’m… I’m close, m-my Lord..!” He tried to warn, interrupting his own words with a moan, sighing in pleasure, wanting to keep his voice low.

“Good… let’s finish together,” the other chuckled quietly, stroking the boy’s member a little faster, trying to push him further towards the edge.

Like that, it didn’t take long for Pino to reach his limits, his body spasm violently, a strong wave of pleasure that ran all the way up his spine, making him silent gasp and his back arch as he reached his climax. He could feel, not much later, Heitaros finishing inside him, with a long and deep thrust, holding his hand painfully tight as he did so. 

The redheaded dropped his body over Pino’s, gasping for air after the hard orgasm. The room would be silent if it wasn’t for the sound of their heavy breathing filling it. 

The grey haired trembled once Heitaros moved back, surprised when he felt his Lord’s hands caressing his back. He turned around, laying on his side to face Heitaros, “i-is there something… you want to tell me, my Lord?” Heitaros chuckled, crawling forward and, this time, laying a kiss on Pino’s lips, remaining like that before starting to speak, “only wanting to know… if everything is ok with you… I fear I might not have complied with your request earlier.” He said, sliding his hand on the other’s legs.

Pino widened his eyes for a moment. The henchman was devoted, in every way, to Heitaros. And it wouldn't be any different in that situation. But more than being gifted with his Lord magic, or to be chosen for something like that, knowing that the Demon Lord cared for him was greater, and felt better, than anything else. Smiling, he nodded, “yes, my Lord. I’m perfectly fine now…”

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A Precious Birthday Memory

Grand Chase - Harpe x Ronan

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARPE MY BELOVED!!! It stills June 1st for me, so that’s all that matters. I tried to keep this SFW, which was a little of a struggle, since all I can think of when I read ‘Harpe x Ronan’ is this. 

It doesn’t have anything splicity, but if you aren’t comfortable with yaoi, I don’t recomend this read. With that said, enjoy!

Summary: Trying to figure out what the best birthday gift for Harpe may be, Hwarin decide to check up on the Tower Memories, ending finding another precious memory of her dear knight’s past life instead.

Word count: 1694 words.

There must be something. Something she wasn't thinking of. Hwarin walked side to side in her room, two servants following her with their eyes as the young queen struggled to come with a solution for her problem.

It soon would be Harpe's birthday. Not only her most loyal and precious guard, but someone who had become a dear friend and did much more for her than any other ever did. She was willing to make something special, but there was no gift she could think of. It was in moments like this that she realised how little she knew him.

"Maybe some new clothes, your majesty?" One of the servants suggested.

"Too simple, besides, he usually just wear his uniform."

"Then... what if you made him some sweets?" The other spoke, cheerfully.

"I'm a disaster cooking, I'd end up killing him... again."

She grunted, it was a very rare scene to see the queen in such a distress, but after thousands of ideas, none seemed to be good enough for her dear attendant.

"Is there someone you can talk about it?"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"A friend of him, for example, or someone who spent sometime with him, besides your majesty, of course."

"A friend..." She muttered, bringing her fingers to her lips as she thought about it.

It was a reasonable idea, but the people who knew him, like Ronan, were far away at that point, she wouldn't make it in time neither would a letter. Marcus? No, they would just see each other once in a while and she doubted Harpe would open himself in situations like that. Rufus? No... it wasn't like he would be willing to talk to her over a trivial matter like that.

"Yes, your majesty, did you remembered someone?"

She widened her eyes, looking to her servant, "say that again."

"Ah, you... remembered someone?"

"No, but there is something that can."

Both servants looked to each other, confused. Something?

"Follow me, I know where we can find what we are looking for." She ordered, fixing her clothes before walk out of the room.

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After a short travel, Hwarin stepped out of the carriage with the help of her servants, walking to the staircase in front of the tower before turn back to them, "you two wait here, if Harpe comes back to the palace, order the servants to keep him busy there. He can't find out, it's supposed to be a surprise, after all."

"Yes, your majesty." Both answered in unison.

The queen walked inside the tower, pushing the doors open that slowly closed behind her. It didn't took long for the Post Officer to come and talk to her.

"Guest, identify yourself." The librarian requested in a robotic-like voice.

"Myung Hwarin, Queen of The Underworld."

"Searching database... Level 01 controller identified. Welcome, your majesty."

"Please, bring me the memories..." she hesitated for a second, thinking if it was the right thing to do, "bring me the memories of Harpe Noir."

"As you wish." The tower manager said, floating away and searching for the log. Meanwhile, Hwarin looked for a table to sit, where she could study the memories and find something Harpe trully enjoyed.

The Post Officer brought her what she wanted, the book with all Harpe's memories while he was still alive. She thanked them and began to search in the book, looking for the memories around his past birthdays.

"Aww... him and Ronan used to be so cute, heh..." Hwarin muttered with a cheeky smile, gently scrolling the pages. The emotions that roamed around those dates were always so positive... happiness, love, peace...

"Hmm, so he used to eat parfait along Ronan... I don't remember he eating something like that recently. I guess I coul- huh?" she stopped, sensing the emotions getting a way stronger around his 21st birthday.

The queen stared at the log, curious. As far as she managed to read, it seemed to be a yearly routine: wake up, morning walk, lunch together and parfait as dessert along his old master. Did they changed something?

Hwarin wasted no time in moving to the next page. Maybe Ronan bought him something? If that was the case, she needed to find what was it right way.

"Let me see..." she muttered, sliding her fingers under the words as she started reading the log.  "The sunshine managed...

...to break through the window, resting over Harpe's face. The boy scrunched his eyes, blocking the light with his hand before open his eyes, sighing and sitting down on his bed. He scratched the back of his head, yawning as he stood up, stretching his arms above his head and starting his morning routine: wake up, take a bath, get changed and go wake up his master, just like everyday.

Softly knocking on the door twice, Harpe opened the door, walking in. "Good morning..." he cooed, approaching the bed where his master was.

Ronan whined, turning to the side and bringing the blankets over his head. "It's too early..." he cried out, not even peeking.

"It's not. It's time, actually." Harpe said calmly, pulling the blankets, making the blue haired squirm.

"You are so mean, Harpe."

"Now now, aren't we too old for that?" He chuckled, making Ronan sit down on the bed, admiring his messed up self. Who, besides him, would be gifted with the sight of Kanavan's most honorable knight after waking up?

"Joykiller." Ronan pouted, getting out of the bed and streching his back, stop in front of the mirror in his room, rubbing his cheeks as he tried to get back to his senses.

"I just do what is the best for you. Let me get your bath ready for you, young master." He said while fixing his master's bed, folding the blankets and placing them at the end of the bed, walking across the room and opening the sinks, starting to fill up the bathtub.

It took barely a few minutes before he called Ronan, who moved into the room with lazy steps, still half asleep.

"Harpe..." Ronan called for him, stopping by the bathtub side, patiently waiting for the other's answer.

"Yes?"

"Help me undress?"

The reaction was instantly, a light blush growing on the white haired's cheeks. Harpe could already spot the grin on his master's lips, but he shouldn't play along, not so easily. "Pardon me?"

"Help me undress, please." Ronan added, placing his hands behind his back and waiting.

"...You are 19 years old, young master..." Harpe sighed in defeat. Standing up and start unbuttoning the other boy's shirt, "I think it's inappropriate to ask a servant something like that."

"That's why I'm asking you."

Harpe's eyebrows twitched, how could someone as kind as him be so defiant sometimes? Not that he could exactly complain. "Well, the queen surely wouldn't be pleased if she knew something about it."

"Then keep this as a secret." Ronan said, giggling and moving his arms to help Harpe take the shirt out, looking over his shoulder to see the boy, "it's a special day, I should be spoiling after all."

"Hm..." The boy hummed, folding the shirt and placing it away, "A special date? And is your way of spoiling me giving me more work?" He teased back, making Ronan lean against the the bathtub border to start taking out the boy's pants.

"Someone else may buy your acting... not me." Ronan held the boy's face gently and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before place his forehead on Harpe's, "I wanted to make something special for your birthday."

"R-Ronan?!" Harpe lost his posture at that point, widening his eyes as he fell for his master's teases, "W-what is this about-"

"Oh please." He chuckled, kissing him again, a longer and more tender one this time, gasping as he broke their kiss, "Good that you already dropped the 'master', there is no one around anyway." The blue haired grinned.

"I..." he smiled shyly, looking to Ronan, "just our usual program would be enough, Ronan..."

The blue haired pulled the boy for another kiss, his free hand trying to start to get rid of some of his clothes, "no... not this year." He chuckled, "...happy birthday Harpe."

"W-wait," he gasped, wrapping his hands around Ronan's waist to not let his master fall inside the tub, "w-what if someone hear us?" the other servants might...

...start a gossip, Harpe added with worry in his voice. His master, then..." Hwarin kept reading, her face completely covered in red, with one hand over her mouth as she kept going deeper and deeper into that memory.

"...he then started t- STARTED WHAT?!"

"Your highness?"

"AH!" She closed the log shut, looking away from the direction of the voice, "w-what is it?!"

"The sun is setting... we should head back to the palace. Did you find what you where looking for?"

"Y-Yes, I did." Hwarin said, wagging her face with her hand.

"Oh, that's great! What should we get to your knight?"

"What you should get?" She repeated, noticing how she forgot her main goal, "A-ah, parfait! Yes, parfait. Please, 2 parfaits, I will celebrate his birthday as we eat it."

"Surely! I will order the others to prepare it as soon as we head back." The servant commented cheerfully, "shall we go?"

"Yes, let's head back." Hwarin commented, recovering her facade and leaving the logs on the table. Thanking the manager and leaving.

"Is there something wrong, your highness? You seem a little... concerned." One of the servants asked while they were inside the carriage, noticing the look on Hwarin's face as she stared at the window.

"O-Oh, I'm fine, sorry to worry you... It's just, it's just that I don't think I'll never be able to give him a better memory." She chuckled, feeling a little shy just by remembering what she read in the longs. "Harpe surely had a great master."

Both servants looked at each other without understand, but deciding to simply ignore it. After all, only the queen had access to the Tower of Memories' logs and if Hwarin seemed pleased, that was all that mattered to them.

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Secrets of the Purgatory

Grand Chase - Dio/Sieghart/Veigas

A/N: This was a request of a friend of mine and I thought it was a good chance to try write NSFW stuff again, since it’s been a while and the last time I did it, it was pretty much b*llshit. I honestly liked the final result, so, here it is ~

Summary: Dio and Sieghart come to rescue Veigas from the Purgatory, but to make the Demon King become an ally, the Burning Canyon has a different plan.

Warnings: NSFW (+18), cursing/swearing, smut.

Word Count: 3757 words.

Veigas cursed himself inside his head, remained with his eyes closed as he got lost inside his own thoughts, falling for such a stupid and nasty trick. First that old witch getting in his way with the tower, then being throw back in the Demon's World right in Pino's hand, it was all planned to finally lock him in the Purgatory.

The demon king sighed quietly, feeling the chains with the tip of his digits and then the cuffs around his wrists that kept his arms restrained above his head, leaving his body hanging in his cell. That was how he would spend the rest of his days? In a prison for lower demons? He refused believe in the reality, it sounded like some kind of stupid joke. Slowly drifting away in his thoughts, the sound of screams and the fire outside seemed to go quieter.

The loud and metallic sound of his cell's door made him open his eyes, uninterested, to meet the two figures standing in front of him.

"What?" He raised his eyebrows, surprised with who he met. "Look who's here. Did you come to say hi?"

Both Dio and Sieghart stood silently in front of him, the immortal crossing his arms, as enraged as he could be with this whole situation, while the Burning Canyon's House Chief watched the scene, not exactly knowing how he felt about that.

"To think you'd end like that."

"I don't need your pity, Burning Canyon. Say, what do you want?"

He eyed the demon king from head to toe, ignoring his words and continuing with his muttered monologue, "they really had everything in their hands."

"Don't ignore me!" Veigas barked, squirming a little inside his bonds and greeting his teeth, "do what you came to do and leave."

On the corner of the room, Sieghart leaned against the wall and rolled his eyes. Annoying demons, was the only thing he could think while yawned and frowned again. Dio mentioned in the way to the cell that he had a few issues to talk to Veigas before setting him free, so that would take a while, and it was not like he could leave the two of them.

As much as he wanted to end both, he needed their power to turn the tables on the war they were about to fight. Thinking it wouldn't be more than a stupid negotiation between the moderates and hardliner's leaders, Sieghart widened his eyes when he heard Dio shouting.

"Know your place, Veigas!" He said, aggressively, before raise his hand in the air to slap the restrained one in the face with the back of his hand, adding, "it's not about our ideals anymore, can't you think of anything besides your meaningless destruction?"

The demon king took a deep breath, shocked with the attitude of that disrespectful brat. If only he wasn't sealed... Veigas slowly raised his face, glaring Dio directly into his eyes, slowly opening his mouth, "Hah, can't you hit stronger than that, Burning Canyon?" he mocked, as the redness slowly formed on his right cheek.

Sieghart watched, impressed with the ways things were escalating, it was not like he would pick one side, but at least seeing those bastards killing each other should be better than watching they tagging along. Pretend to remain left outside the discussion, he carefully listening to the conversation.

"You are not worth my full strenght, not after getting sealed for the second time."

"Two times sealed and you still not able to reach a quarter of my power."

The brunette could only smile, wanting to laugh out loud, but not wanting to the disturb the scene that was so pleasant to watch. Both fighting like the two idiots they were, if he was lucky enough, he would have to go out of that cell with just one of them. It was just priceless seeing both barking at each other like wild and enraged animals.

Getting close to his patience's limits, Dio grabbed Veigas by his clothes with the demoniac claw, having his face a few inches distant as he growled, making Sieghart yelp in his place, the immortal couldn't tell why he was so excited with their fight, but it was the greatest thing he witnessed in the last centuries.

"You are not worth the title you have."

"And you are not worth to touch me, Burning Canyon. Free me already!"

"Oh? So great, yet a pair of chains is holding you back?" Dio replied wearing a smug on his face, backing up a bit, "You really forgot your position right now, Veigas. As stupid as the rest of the Hardliners."

"Take that back, you insubordinat-" Before he could finish, the moderates' leader grabbed him by his throat with his other hand, pressing Veigas against the wall behind him, his eyes glowing in a deep shade of red, in pure anger.

"Enough of your meaningless words." The Burning Canyon barked, backing his head up a bit before and loosing the grip around the Demon King's neck.

"Hah?! The only thing meaningless here is yo-" The brief moment was soon interrupted by another slap, on the left cheek this time.

"I said 'enough'," Dio grabbed the boy's hair and lifted his head to look directly into his eyes. He needed Veigas's submission to make his plan work and he was willing to do whatever it took to get it.

"Don't touch me, you dirty anim- ah!" The Demon King gasped feeling a hard pull, forcing his head to move up and keep his chin raised, glaring back in rage as the other toyed with him as he pleased.

"Or what? Can't you see that you need me right now?"

"If I ever lean on such kind of creature for help, I'm surely on the last of my days."

The arguing followed, meanwhile, on the corner of the room, Sieghart watched the confront almost run out of the air, he felt his heart beating faster and faster whenever that scene would escalate to a new level. Seeing how easily Dio dealt with the Demon King, how he was restrained, the way the Burning Canyon was holding him by his hair, the immortal unconsciously pressed his legs each other, slightly biting his lower lip, as much as he was concerned, he was just witnessing their little fight.

"You are powerless, Veigas, as defenceless as a wounded young animal." Dio warned him, trying another line of arguments to see if he could manage to get the Demon King's word and have him by his side.

"Who are you calling a wounded animal, Burning Canyon? Aren't you the other who came here asking for help?"

Unlike what he was expecting, the other demon didn't answered back. A grin started forming on his face before he snickered, cackling out loud and lightly shaking his head, both Veigas and Sieghart watched in confused. The master of the Burning Canyon family barely smiled, so seeing him laugh so freely was really something unusual.

"You are the one who needs me more than anyone else." Dio let go of his hair and held his chin once again, raising his head to be able to look at him, a firm grip to avoid any kind of resistance. "Just a little doll... that's what you look right now. As harmless as a kid's toy."

"Don't think I will-"

"Don't you want to get out of here, Veigas? So just like my old toys... and my men now, submit."

Something in the way the Burning Canyon was staring into his eyes was difference, for the first time, actually scary. It wasn't the same look he gave him when they were arguing, the confidence, the way he lowered his voice to speak, something different from the previous ones sent a shiver down the Demon King's spine.

"S-submit to you? I knew you were stupid, but not th-"

"It wasn't an request. It wasn't an offer. It's an order, Veigas. Submit, at least for now."

Sieghart watched, almost completely still, as the discussing suddenly toned down and seemed to have become... something else. Almost as the crowd of a big show, he leaned a little forward, curious to see how the scene was going to unfold.

Dio approached his head to whisper at the Demon King's ear, "You are in my hands now, Veigas. You belong to me until I say so."

Veigas's face slowly started getting a pinkish tone, not because the hits, but the embarrassment he felt hearing that. The way the other worded it, why did it sound so... He opened his mouth, a short gasp coming out of it, but before he could protest, say something, the Burning Canyon reached him for a kiss.

It was on that split of second that the immortal covered his mouth in a reaction of surprise, was that Dio's intentions since the beginning?! He had to lean on the wall behind him to not fall on his butt, the surprise being so big that had him struggling to keep his balance.

Veigas's hands weakly held on the chains connected to the handcuffs, closing his eyes as he felt the other demon pressing his lips against his mouth, biting the lower lip and pulling it, letting go before come back for another rough kiss, while his hands travelled all the way, from his restrained wrist to his hips, bringing him closer as his legs hesitantly wrapping around Dio's waist.

The swordsman seemed somewhat disturbed, not exactly concerned, but... amazed, even interested. Clenching his hand into a tight fist, not even blinking, Sieghart couldn't, he wouldn't even dare to lose a second of that sight.

Breaking their kiss again, Veigas slowly opened his eyes, panting lightly as he tried to recover his breath, tugging on his chains once his eyes met Dio's, feeling shy, cornered, "w-what do you think you are doing?!"

"For someone in your position... you should already know." Was the sarcastic answer he got as Dio moved his other hand on the boy's back, being extra careful, teasing him with only the tip of his claw before reach his buttcheek and give it a tight, to the point where it was slightly painful, grip. "I'm doing what I want. Good thing that you seem to want the same thing as me."

Sieghart felt his heart beating fast as the other two started making out as if he wasn't there, feeling his own face blush as the wet sounds of another intense kiss seem to be louder than the sound from outside the cell, breathing heavily, he tried to ignore. If he was actually bothered, he would have left, but that wasn't the case, that wasn't the case at all. The immortal could only think of how it was like, how the skin of someone like the Demon King would feel, how tight... He shook his head, rubbing the back of his hand against the corner of his lips, what was he even thinking?!

On the other side of the room, Veigas moved his restrained limbs in the little room they had, squirming, trembling under every touch. Dio reached for his hair again, giving it a pull as hard as before, but this time, use this opening to assault his neck with his mouth, leaving a track of bite marks and hickeys on the silk like skin.

"A-ah! You b-bastard, how dar-"

"I thought I have said to you to be quieter, 'ruler'. This is not a battle you can win, hah..." He said in a mocking voice tone, teasing the boy with a slow lick before press his teeth on the skin, making him gasp before a high pitched sound left his mouth, making Veigas blush more than he already was.

Dio slowly moved his claw, tracing a line on the exposed skin of the Demon King's stomach, making his body tense up in response, before play with the hem of Veigas's shorts, threatening pull it down, but a loud sigh interrupted both on them, making both demons look, with wide open eyes, to the direction of the sound.

Sieghart was with his eyes closed, one hand over his arousal and the other helping him keep his balance, holding on the cell's walls, sighing with a deep blush on his face, imagining god-knows-what.

The Burning Canyon grined, "Come here, I told you I'd need your help to convince him... and you seem to be 'willing' to help me, don't you?"

On the moment he realised those words were directed to him, the swordsman nearly jumped in his place, now seeing he was caught enjoying... a way to much the scene. He, who had sword death to all living demons, to all creatures from Elyos... join... that?

As much as it sound absurd, it sound tempting. He hesitated for a few short seconds before fix his posture, pulling two strings on his clothes and dropping his coat behind as he walked towards the other two, with shy and slow steps, ashamed of what he was agreeing to do.

The other one who was embarrassed to the point he wanted to crawl out of his skin was the Demon King, who not dared to face the demon in front of him nor the human was getting closer, "this is humiliating..." he muttered, having a few seconds of rest before feel the brunette's warm breath against his nape and a pair of hands slowly sneaking inside his shirt.

"Seems fitting for your stubborn attitude." Dio added, pleased with the idea of having the other two obeying his orders.

Veigas threw his head back, leaning it on Sieghart's shoulder as both the immortal's hands reached his chest, slowly teasing both his nipples with his thumbs while nibbling his earlobe, taking breaks to whisper at his ear, "I don't remember you being this well behave back there..."

"S-shut up!!" The smaller one moaned, pressing Dio's waist with his legs as the other demon resumed with his previous action, slowly stripping the restrained boy from his shorts, lowering it just enough to be able to reach for his private parts.

While using his hand to tease Veigas's cock by gently wrapping his fingers around it, tightly, and moving up and down on the shaft, a slow, steady and rhythmic movement, Dio used his claw to get rid of his own pants and underwear, being already half hard himself after that foreplay.

Sieghart, on the other end, was being more sadistic than both the demons together, softly pinching the sensitive spot on the boy's chest with one hand while the other travelled all the way down to his ass, grabbing his buttcheek tightly and chuckling, almost whispering a laugh at Veigas's ear, mocking him for his reactions as he was being toyed.

However, as much as he wanted to play and mess more with the Demon World's Ruler, the immortal was near to his limits as well, not to mention the fact that he was touching himself while witnessing the other two. When he thought about start getting rid of his clothes, the other called for him.

"Here, hold his legs for me." Dio asked, and as some kind of servant, Sieghart simply obeyed, not even understand why. Holding both Veigas's thighs, he had the smaller one leaning his back on him, at the same time he held his legs open for the moderates' leader. As he realised what he did, he shook his head.

"W-what? But I was going to-"

"After me, human." The Burning Canyon said firmly, a clear and direct message. Sieghart pouted, feeling the tension on his own pants, almost grinding against the boy in front of him. But he obeyed. As much as he hated to admit, he could understand why the other submitted so easily, there was something different on Dio on that moment.

The purple skinned demon take a last look on the image in front of him, satisfied with the results he got. He caressed Veigas's dick one last time, wiping all the pre-cum and smearing it on his thighs, he reached the boy's face for another kiss before push his now full hard length inside his ass, making the Ruler moan into his mouth, a sound muffed by their intimate act.

Veigas arched his back as the wave of pleasure flowed through his body, feeling the after shocks running over his spine, trembling in ecstasy.

Dio groaned in pleasure, feeling the boy's ass squeeze his shaft, feeling how tight it was, either due the tension or... the lack of activity. He grabbed the back of the smaller boy's thigh with his claw, lightly pressing his fingers as he kept thrusting, leaving marks reddish marks on the skin.

Sieghart pressed his forehead on Veigas's nape, feeling his dick hurt by how hard it was, how needy he felt. If just the mere scenes of the other two kissing were enough to make him start jerking off, hearing they moaning and actually feeling as they moved was making him go crazy, and the bigger his desire, the more pleased the Burnin Canyon's Master was, a sadistic joy of seeing the full-of-pride swordsman suffer like that.

Dio started to speeding up his thrusts, going deeper at the same time he got rougher, making the other two end up moving along. Feeling his own climax approaching and expecting the other to be on the edge as well, he took his hand to Veigas's arousal again, but this time keeping a firm grip around it and covering the slit on the tip with his thumb, stopping him from reaching his orgasm. The Ruler whined, panting heavily as he looked to Dio.

"W-why?! J-just let me finis-"

"Now now... he is waiting so patiently, don't you think it would... be rude to finish before he even gets the chance to have fun?" The demon looked over Veigas's shoulder, "you can join us now, human."

Sieghart opened his eyes, a sparkle of joy on his look as he nodded, "y-yes, thank you..." he said in a rush as he lowered his pants, his cock twitching, the shameless sign of his needy, of his intense desire.

Now changing turns, Dio held the ruler's legs for the immortal be able to thrust him from behind, the swordsman rested his head on the Demon King's shoulder he bucked his hips back and forth, tugging on his clothes as he moaned, finally getting some pleasure.

As much as both brunette and the ruler were enjoying it, to the smaller boy's demise, things were only get more intense. Letting go of his dick and now holding his legs with both hands, Dio pushed his cock inside Veigas's ass at the same time as Sieghart did, both penetrating him and making the ruler release a loud sound, a mix of a moan full of pleasure and a sigh of pain, feeling the stimulation right into his prostate, he couldn't hold back a single moan, a single sigh, just going louder and louder.

Their faces were close, all the three of them panting and moaning, Sieghart tightening his grip as he kept moving, biting the restrained one's shoulder in an attempt to muff his on sounds while Dio threw his head back, barely managing to kept the hold around the smaller one's legs, feeling as good as he could feel, rolling his eyes with the raw pleasure and going louder as well, low and raspy moans coming from him.

The Demon King's had tears on his eyes as the mix of sensations washed all over his body, emptying his mind from any thought he could possibly have on that moment, barely having strength to squirm inside his bonds, his body spasms, one after the other, as the weakly trashed his head, being pushed up by the other two's moves.

Not able to last much longer, Veigas came, going silent for a few seconds, arching his back and holding on the chains as hard as he could while the shoots of cum feel right back into his lap, sliding down his shaft as it gone weaker. Short and shaky breaths coming from his mouth as he tried to recover himself, still feeling the after shocks of the orgasm and the new waves of pleasure coming as the stimulation right into his g-spot didn't ceased. The ruler could barely plead, having his own words suppressed by his moans and gasps.

The other didn't lasted much more either, reaching their climaxes one after the other, Sieghart had to hold into Veigas's body, hugging his torso, to not fall forward, breathing heavily as he slowed down his pace, feeling his knees going weaker after the strong orgasm.

Dio stumbled, also using the ruler's body as some kind of support, a huge gasp come out of his mouth as he finally pulled out his dick, making the restrained boy shiver with the feeling of his muscles relaxing.

The sound of their heavy breathing quickly filled the room, sharing space with the sound of a few drops falling to the ground, Dio slowly lowered Veigas and finally cut his chains, making him drop to the ground and taking Sieghart with him, landing on the weakened immortal's lap.

The Burning Canyon's Master was tired himself, a completely messed up look, but there was no time for actual rest.

Regaining his breath, the moderates' leader fixed his clothes, bringing up his pants and underwear after cleaning the most he could and standing up in front of the other two, who barely moved a single inch.

"You two... caham, we... We should get going. We have to get out of here."

"R-right...", Veigas muttered, crawling off Sieghart's laps and slowly getting to his knees. Now he would have a proper reason to float instead of use his legs to walk.

The swordsman followed the other two, slowly walking to where he left his coat after fixing his clothes and grabbing his weapon again.

The three of them exchanged looks, now having the full realisation of what they had done in their minds, they looked away from each others' eyes.

"Let's go." Dio called them, leaving the cell and trying to hide as much as he could the blush on his cheeks.

Both the Ruler and the brunette followed him, keeping some distance between them, no one daring to say a word. It was the best, for all of them, that what happened in that cell remained as some of the other prisoners: locked forever in the Purgatory.

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[fabinim]

Um Presentinho

Grand Chase - Harpe x Hwarin

N/A: Pra falar a verdade, eu não consigo me decidir sobre qual shipp com o Harpe é o meu favorito. Eu tô tão no hype e cada interaçãozinha é muito preciosa, não da pra escolher só uma. Eu decidi fazer, no lugar de uma fanfic grande, várias one-shot como essa aqui, explorando cada opção que eu tenho e como eu já tinha algo planejado, Harpe x Hwarin vai ser o primeiro par ~

Resumo: Harpe compra um presente para sua querida Rainha, mas tudo sai do seu controle quando ele tenta entregar o presente.

Contagem de palavras: 1651 palavras

"Ela tá lá em cima, na varanda," Marcus disse, desinteressado, terminando de apertar um último parafuso, continuando a manutenção do seu martelo, sem tirar os seus olhos da arma. O soldado notou o nervosismo no tom de voz de Harpe logo que eles começaram a conversar. Ele sabia que o garoto estava aprontando alguma coisa, a pergunta era o quê.

O espadachim acenou com a cabeça, com um sorriso tímido no canto dos seus lábios, ele abriu sua boca para responde o loiro, "Ah, obrigado. Eu estou de saí-"

"Um segundinho," ele exclamou, parando o que estava fazendo e olhando para o lado, encarando o outro, com um sorriso presunçoso, quase debochado, no rosto, "isso é pra ela?" Marcus perguntou, apontando para o pequeno buquê de flores que Harpe tinha em mãos.

O guarda real acovardou-se com o comentário, escondendo as flores atrás de si com um movimento rápido. Ele fingiu uma tosse, um tom leve de rosa começou a surgir  nas suas bochechas enquanto ele pensava em um jeito de se explicar para o Marcus, "Não, quer dizer, sim. Ela... ela me pediu para entregar uma mensagem para a corte e... no caminho de volta eu encontrei com um senhor vendendo flores e pensei que seria uma boa ideia trazer um buquê como um presente surpresa pra ela e-"

O outro gargalhou alto, se encostando no descanso da cadeira, era tão engraçado como alguém tão calmo quanto o Harpe ficaria tão envergonhado como uma simples pergunta. Ele não acreditou em uma única palavra, mas ele não iria incomodar mais o garoto. O deixar corado era o suficiente e ele gesticulou com a mão antes de continuar a manutenção no seu equipamento, "você não precisa se explicar pra mim, pode ir. E diz pra ela que eu disse oi."

Suspirando, ele concordou e entrou no palácio, fechando a porta logo em seguida. Harpe esperou alguns segundos para se recuperar e se acalmar, deixando a timidez ir embora e recuperando sua confiança. Era uma tarefa simples, encontrar Hwarin, elogiar ela e lhe entregar as flores. Nada menos, nada mais. Ele sabia que ele conseguiria, não era como se ele fosse caçar um monstro... mas seu coração estava batendo tão rápido como se fosse.

Encontrando outros membros da corte, o rapaz tentou evitar o máximo de perguntas possível. Ele se sentia vigiado pelos olhares curiosos, imaginando o que os outros estaria sussurrando entre si.

Harpe tentou correr pelos corredores para chegar à Sua Alteza o quanto antes, apertando seus dedos ao redor do buquê para não deixá-lo cair, tomando todo cuidado do mundo para não amassar ou danificar as flores dentro do embrulho. Seus próprios pensamentos o estavam fazendo corar, preocupado até demais com o que os outros estariam pensando, afinal, o que estaria o leal guarda da rainha fazendo com tal objeto em mãos e um nervosismo tão claro em suas expressões?

Ele parou na frente de uma grande porta dupla, respirando profundamente e batendo de leve nas suas roupas, tentando conseguir parecer mais apresentável. Não deveria demorar, mas deveria ser bom. Harpe colocou a mão direita na maçaneta e abriu, espiando dentro antes de dar o primeiro passo. Hwarin não estava perto das escadas, ótimo.

Cuidadosamente adentrando a sala, o guarda fechou porta assim que entrou, subiu cada degrau o mais silenciosamente possível. Assim que chegou no topo, a luz do pôr do sol estava iluminando toda a varanda, um calor agradável no ar. Myung Hwarin estava descansando sob a sombra de uma marquise, seus braços cruzados um sobre o outro e sendo usados como travesseiro enquanto ela admirava pacificamente a vista da Cidade do Mundo dos Mortos durante a tarde.

Os 2 espíritos amigáveis, Manyan e Nanshin, estavam brincando e flutuando ao redor, contudo, foram os primeiros a notar a presença de Harpe, parando de se mover por alguns segundos e encarando ele, que colocou um dedo em frente aos seus lábios e sinalizou para que fizessem silêncio. Era para ser uma surpresa, afinal de contas.

O garoto sorriu admirando a cena, abaixando sua mão e hesitando por alguns momentos. Ele tinha repetido as palavras que queria dizer naquele momento incontáveis vezes dentro da sua cabeça, mas agora, ele não conseguia se lembrar de nada. Lhe faltava coragem para chamar pelo nome dela e começar a falar. Deveria ele dar meia volta e sair? Num momento de pânico, Harpe começou a duvidar das ações que deveria tomar.

Não, ele não deveria se aproximar dela desse jeito. Ele fechou seus olhos, balançando sua cabeça de leve e estava prestes a se virar, mas ele sentiu algo trombando contra suas costas, empurrando ele pra frente.

O garoto arregalou os olhos e olhou por cima do ombro, tentando ver o que estava 'atacando' ele e conseguindo ver, por alguns míseros milésimos, o espírito azul recuando e avançando contra suas costas novamente. Harpe cerrou os dentes e tentou alcançar o pequeno espírito, que sempre se movia para longe antes de trombar com ele outra vez, forçando Harpe em um jogo de pega-pega contra sua vontade.

O espírito rosa não demorou a se juntar, vendo toda aquela cena como uma brincadeira, se jogando contra os flancos expostos e estômago do guarda, aconchegando-se contra o tecido de suas roupas. Não conseguindo para ambos os espíritos com apenas uma mão e ao mesmo tempo não querendo deixar o buquê cair, Harpe riu, as cócegas em estômago lhe desconcentrando enquanto os leves empurrões eram o suficiente para lhe desequilibrar.

Ele encostou em uma parede próxima, tentando manter o buquê intacto e empurrar as 2 criaturinhas para longe, deixando escapas algumas risadas enquanto Nanshin se esfregava nele, "Pahahara com i-isso, faz cócegas..!" Ele tentou dizer da maneira mais silenciosa possível, sussurrando um riso.

Hwarin levantou a cabeça, vendo uma sombra e se perguntando de quem seria, sorrindo quando ela reconheceu aquela risada, "Harpe? É você?"

Logo que ela lhe chamou, os 2 espíritos voaram pra longe. Ele arfou em choque, se tocando que alguma coisa foi mais alta do que deveria. Harpe continuou escondido, envergonhado por ter sido pela rainha no estado em que estava, todo o planejamento foi por água a baixo naquele momento.

"A-ah, vossa majestade!" Ele disse, sua voz falhando por causa do nervosismo, por que tudo estava dando errado?! Ele tossiu, se aproximando dela com uma mão atrás das costas, "s-sim, desculpe, eu estava... brincando com o Manyan e o Nanshin," sendo feito de brinquedo era uma definição melhor para o que tinha acabado de acontecer, mas ele não lhe diria isso.

"Oh," ela sorriu, "é bom ver que vocês três estão se dando bem," ela olhou para ele, observando-o da cabeça aos pés e, notando que ele estava obviamente escondendo algo, "Harpe, o que é isso na sua mão?"

O guarda se enrijeceu, "Ah, vossa alteza, isso..." ele tentou se lembrar do roteiro que tinha preparado, mas naquela hora, ele mal conseguia se lembrar do próprio nome.

Hwarin riu, segurando seu outro pulso e acariciando as costas de sua mão com o polegar, lhe permitindo guardar seu pequeno segredo, parecia ser importante para ele, então ela não queria lhe apressar, "sim?"

A bochecha de Harpe lentamente mudou de cor, do rosa fraco para um vermelho leve, um tom que combinava com a cor dos seus olhos. Ele arregalou os olhos quando sentiu seu toque, olhando para são mão e então de volta para ela. Harpe Noir que uma vez lutou contra centenas de inimigos até a morte e deu a vida num ato nobre, ficou ao lado da rainha do Mundo dos Mortos quando chegou no pós vida e enfrentou outros tantos perigos por ela... agora estava agindo como um jovem colegial, tentando confessar seus sentimentos para uma colega de classe.

"...isso... isso é para você, vossa alteza..." ele disse enquanto lhe entregava o buquê, olhando para baixo, completamente derrotado pela sua própria timidez. Diferente de suas outras batalhas, não havia plano ou estratégia que poderia lhe poupar desse cenário.

Ela lentamente esticou seu braço e pegou as flores, suspirando. Harpe olhou para cima, pensando por um breve momento que ela estava desapontada com o presente. "Harpe, você pode se abaixar um pouquinho?"

Ele encarou ela de volta, confuso, mas não hesitando em obedecer. Assim que ela conseguia alcançar ele, ela gentilmente colocou uma das flores atrás de sua orelha. Ele continuou tão confuso quanto ele podia estar e a rainha não conseguiu fazer nada além de rir, "obrigada, eu amei!" Ela disse, animada.

"Eu... encontrei elas no meu caminho de volta pro palácio e pensei que elas... pareciam com você de certa forma, vossa alteza."

"Ah, Harpe..." ela suspirou profundamente, sentindo o doce aroma das flores, "Eu disse que você poderia me chamar pelo meu nome, ninguém está por perto de qualquer forma."

"Desculpa, é um hábito antigo," ele respondeu, observando Hwarin enquanto ela voltava para seu assento, admirando a cidade.

"Vem cá," ela deu tapinhas no espaço ao seu lado, "aqueles dois saíram faz um tempo... você pode me fazer companhia?"

Harpe hesitou por alguns segundos, mas acenou com a cabeça em silêncio e seguiu suas ordens. Enquanto Hwarin tomasse conta do reino, era o trabalho dele tomar conta dela... não, mais que seu trabalho, era sua vontade.

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"Vossa alteza, está tarde! Nellia vai ficar zangada e você deveria entrar ou então... vai pegar... um resfriado..." o membro da corte lentamente foi falando mais baixo ao sinal de Hwarin.

"Vá, eu vou entrar em alguns minutos..."

"Como desejar," seu subordinado respondeu, sendo o mais silencioso possível dessa vez. A rainha olhou de volta para seu colo, vendo Harpe dormir enquanto ela gentilmente acariciava seus cabelos. Claro que ela não ficaria a noite toda do lado de fora, ela queria ficar só mais um pouquinho... E nem Nellia nem o resto da corte seriam capazes de ir contra sua vontade dessa vez... não naquele momento.

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A Little Gift

Grand Chase - Harpe x Hwarin

A/N: To be honest, I can’t make up my mind about which one of Harpe’s pairing is my favourite. I’m so hyped with the character and every interaction is so precious, it’s just impossible to pick one. I decided to make, instead of a big writing, a few one shots like this one, exploring each option I have and since I already something planned, Harpe x Hwarin will be the first one ~

Summary: Harpe picks up a little gift for his dear Queen, but everything goes out of his control as he tries to deliver it. 

Word count: 1608 words.

"She is up there, in the balcony," Marcus said, uninterested, as he resumed cleaning his hammer, carefully sliding a piece of cloth along the handle, without take his eyes away from the weapon. The soldier have noticed the nervousness on Harpe's voice tone as soon as they started speaking. He knew the boy was up to something, the remaining question was what.

The swordsman nodded, a shy smile on the corner of his lips as he opened his mouth to speak back to the blonde,"Ah, thank you. I'll be on my wa-"

"One second," he exclaimed, settling his hand down and turning his head to the side, glaring the other, wearing a teasingly smug on his face, "is this for her?" Marcus questioned, focusing on the small flower bouquet that Harpe had in his hands.

The royal guard flinched at the comment, hiding the flowers behind his back with a quick move. Harpe faked a cough and cleaned his throat, a light shade of pink grew on his cheeks as he thought about a way to explain himself to Marcus, "No, I mean, Yes. She... she asked me to deliver a message to the court and... and in my way back I found this flowers being sold and thought it would be a good surprise gift for her and-"

The other cackled loudly, leaning back on the chair, it was so funny how easily someone as composed as Harpe would get so embarrassed with just a single question. He wasn't buying any of it, but he wouldn't bug around anymore. Getting the other flustered was enough and he swung his hand in the air before grab the piece of cloth and his weapon, standing up, "you don't have to explain yourself to me, go. Tell her I said hi."

Sighing, he nodded and watched Marcus leave, waiting a few seconds to recover himself and calm down, letting the shyness go away and getting back his confidence. It was a simple task, meet Hwarin, compliment her and give her the flowers. Nothing else. He could do it, it wasn't like he was going to hunt down a monster... but he heart was beating as fast as if.

Meeting another fellow court members, the white haired tried to avoid as many questions as possible. He could feel himself being watched by the curious eyes, imagining what they would be whispering among each other.

Harpe tried to sprint through the hallways to get to the Her Highness as soon as possible, tightening the grip around the gift to not let it fall, being careful enough to crash or damage the flowers inside. His own thoughts were making him blush, a way to worried about what the others would think, after all, what was the Queen's loyal guard doing with such an object in hands and an uneasy facade?

He stopped in front a big two sided door, taking a deep breath and patting his clothes, trying to get a more descent look. It shouldn't take long, but it should be good. Harpe placed his right hand on the door knob and pushed it open, peeking in before make his first step. Hwarin wasn't near the stairs, good.

Carefully stepping inside the room, the guard closed the door after getting in, walking up each step as quietly as possible. Once arriving, the sunset's light was shining all over the balcony, a relaxing warmth on the air. Myung Hwarin was resting under the marquee's shadow, her arms crossed over one another and being used as a pillow as she peacefully admired the view of the Underworld's City during the evening.

The two friendly spirits, Manyan and Nanshin, were goofing and roaming around, however, were the first ones to notice Harpe's presence, stop floating around for a second and staring him, who simply placed a finger over his lips and signed for them to keep quiet. It should be a surprise after all.

The boy smiled at the scene, moving his hand away and staying still. He had repeated the words he wanted to say on that moment in his mind countless times, but now, he couldn't do it. He lacked of braveness to call out her name and start speaking. Should he go turn around and just leave? In the moment of panic, Harpe started doubting his actions.

No, he shouldn't approach her like that. He scrunched his eyes, lightly shaking his head and was about to turn around, but he felt something bumping against his lower back, pushing him forward.

The boy widened his eyes and looked over his shoulder, trying to see what was 'attacking' him and managing to see, for the split of a second, the blue spirit retreating just to bump on his back again. Harpe gritted his teeth and tried to reach for the little one by turning around, but it was no use since he did the same thing, forcing the boy into a unwanted tag game.

The pink spirit didn't take long to join, seeing the whole thing as a game, bumping against the guard's open flanks and stomach, nuzzling its little face against the cloth. Lacking of another hand to stop the spirits in their assault, Harpe snickered, the ticklish feeling distracting him as much as it could, meanwhile the weak bumps on his back were enough to make him struggle with his balance.

The boy leaned against the wall by his side, trying to keep the bouquet intact and push the two creatures away, letting out a few giggles as Nanshin kept messing around his stomach, "S-stohohop, it tickles..!" He tried to say as quietly as possible, humming a little laugher.

Hwarin raised her head, seeing someone's shadow, she wondered who was there, smiling as she recognized that laugh, "Harpe? Is that you?"

As soon as she called for him, the two spirits float away. He gasped in shock, now realising that something must have been louder than it should. Harpe remained around the corner, embarrassed that the queen would caught him like that, the whole planning went down hill on that very moment.

"A-ah, your highness!" He said, a high pitched and nervous voice, why was everything going wrong?! He cleaned his throat, approaching her with a hand behind his back, "y-yes, sorry, I was... playing with Manyan and Nanshin," getting played by was a better definition, but he wouldn't tell her that.

"Oh," she smiled, "good to hear that you three are getting along," she looked him, scanning from head to toe and, noticing that he was obviously hiding something, "Harpe, what is it on your hand?"

The guard flinched again, "you see, your highness, this..." he tried to recall his little script, but at that point, he could hardly remember his own name.

Hwarin giggled, reaching for his other hand, gently rubbing her thumb against the back of his hand, allowing him to keep the little secret, it seemed important to him, so she wouldn't rush things out, "yes?"

Harpe's cheek slowly changed the faint pink for a light red, a shade that matched his eyes. He widened his eyes when he felt her touch, looking to his hand and then back to her. Harpe Noir once fought thousands of enemies to death and gave away his first life in a brave act, stood by the Underworld Queen's side once arriving there and once again faced many dangers for her... and now was acting like a little school boy, trying to confess his feelings to a class mate.

"...this... this is for you, your highness..." he said as he handed her the bouquet, looking down, completely defeated by his own shyness. Unlike his other battles, there was no planning that could spare him this scenario.

She slowly reached and took one of the flowers from the gift, sighing. Harpe looked up, for a split of a second, thinking that she was concerned with the gift. "Harpe... can you bend over a little?"

He looked to her, confused, but not hesitating to obey. Once she could reach him, she gently placed one of the flowers behind his ear. The guard looked as confused he could be and the queen couldn't help but laugh,"thank you, loved it!" She said cheerfully.

"I... found them in my way back to the palace and thought they... resembled you in some way, your highness."

"Oh, you..." she took a deep sigh, feeling the sweet smell of the flowers, "I said you could call me by my name, no one is around anyway."

"Sorry, but I can't really help it," he replied, watching as Hwarin went back to her seat, admiring the city.

"Come here," she patted the spot by her side, "those two left a while ago... could you keep me some company?"

Harpe tensed up for a moment, nodding silently and following her orders. While Hwarin watched over her kingdom, it was his job to watch over for her... No, more than his job, it was his will.

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"Your highness, it's late! Nellia will get mad and you should come inside or you... will... catch a cold..." the court member slowly lowered its voice at Hwarin's sign.

"Go, I'll come in a minute..."

"As you wish," her subordinate answered, being as quiet as possible this time. The queen looked back to her lap, watching Harpe's asleep face as she gently played with his hair. Of course she wasn't going to spend the night outside, she just wanted stay like that a little longer... And neither Nellia nor the rest of the court would be able to make her do otherwise... not at that moment.

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After The Expedition

A/N: So, it really took me a while to write this, buuuut it’s done! It’s more like something I came up with after discussing the plot with another friend and- I mean, there is nothing much to say about this, but for something who started with us joking around, I like the outcome. 

Summary: After finishing a tough and annoying expedition, Fai lures around the guild base a little longer, finding Forti in the balcony, they both end spending some time together. 

 Word count: 1327 words

Finally. When the group saw the dungeon's boss falling into its back, everyone exchanged looks, sighing and groaning as they could finally rest. What in a normal scenario would be a reason to party or to just move on to the next dungeon, was just the break they needed to rest.

Due a few mistakes here and there, the expedition took much longer to be completed and all the members decided to return to the Guild Base, that should be enough to call that a day. Once arriving, Fai waved for the other members of his party, one logging off right away and the other deciding to farm something else, less tiresome, the redheaded dumped a few guild coins in the treasure chest and rose his arms above his head, stretching his back. "The apples must have already grown," the boy muttered to himself, walking past the guild mascot and the banner and heading straight to the little farm.

He was right. Everything was ready to harvest, at least one thing went right that day. Fai prepared a little bag to start picking up the fruits, reaching for them and emptying the field again once he was done. The knight was about to head to the next one when he heard a loud whistle coming from above. God? No, God wouldn't call someone like that.

He looked to up and found Forti, leaning against the balcony and waving to him. So someone besides him was hanging around the guild base in the end, not everyone had logged off after the expeditions.

"What are you doing there?" The redheaded asked, placing a hand above the eyes to protect them from the light.

The white haired remained in silence, just signing to Fai to come over. The knight sighed, signing back for the other to wait.

The fire magician rushed his harvest a little, even leaving things a little messy and headed upstairs, peeking over the corner for a few seconds before walk in, leaning his back in the balcony as he got close.

"Hi hi..." Forti almost purred, watching Fai approach with the corner of his eyes, "I thought you had went with the others to farm a little more."

"I needed a break, we took a way to much time to finish the expedition, I'm tired."

"Hm... was it that bad? ~ Hahah," the boy asked, quickly noticing the annoyed expression on the redheaded's face and coughing, looking away, "Well, but it's over now."

"And what are you doing up here, Forti?"

"Ah, well... Waiting for you, I was going to invite you to farm a little more, but I heard you talking with the others when you came back and I thought it was better to leave it for some other time," it wasn't something worth a lie, it was just better to tell right away.

Some wouldn't call it a proper date, but farming the Master Road with each other had slowly became their thing. Everyday, pretty much at the same hour, it was a good moment where they could enjoy each other's company and just let the time pass by, besides making something actually useful.

"I mean, now is 'some other time', right?"

Forti chuckled, "you are tired silly, we don't have to. That necklace isn't going anywhere, we can do it later."

"But what about the time you spent waiting up here?"

"Well, you are already paying it off," the white haired smiled, tilting his head to look to Fai.

"Am I?" The redheaded asked, genuinely curious. Fai placed his hand over his mouth as he yawned, rubbing his eye after it, "I don't feel like I'm."

"But you are, tho, I even prefer this other the farming... I don't have to be worried about getting attacked here, at least."

"Well, you not completely right..."

"What do you me-" Before he could finish, he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning him around and making him lean his back on the balcony. Forti turned silent, totally speechless. Fai was so close...

"Fai..." The boy called out, the pink shades quickly becoming brighter on his cheeks, specially in contrast with his snow-like white hair. The fire magician pushed a strand of hair away from Forti's face and smiled.

"Yes? Is there a problem?"

"No, I mean, yes, I mean... Ahm, what are... what are you doing?"

"Talking to you and... making it worth the wait."

"Worth the..? You don't... really have to, you know? I didn't meant it like tha- Ah! Fai!!" While the white haired was melting into a puddle of nervousness, Fai managed to sneak a hand behind and softly grab one of his buttcheeks, wearing a smirk on his face instead of the previous smile.

"Yes? ~"

"You..."

"Hahah, now, you were saying you prefer this over the Master Road's farm? You are not getting lazy, are you?"

"No! I, I didn't meant it like that, it was just-"

"Then, how you meant it?" Fai whispered, now having his head a little closer while the other felt like a prey in distress.

"It is just... good to hang around with you, that's what... I mea-" He interrupted himself with a yelp as Fai squeezed his butt again, "can you not?"

"Hmm... I will try, but I won't promise anything."

Forti groaned, getting even more flustered, how things escalated like that?

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Why wasn't he saying anything?! Forti nearly panicked staring Fai in silence like that, locked between the other boy's body and the balcony behind him, the white haired have very little space to squirm around, specially with the redheaded still holding his butt.

"Can... Can you let me go?" Forti spoke in a rush, lowering his eyes. The whole situation was embarrassing enough without have to look the other in the eyes.

"Hmm, not yet, I still have one more thing to do."

"One more? Then... then do it already..."

"Huh? Why the rush now, you were so patient a while ago...."

"How can you be so shameless-"

Fai got the boy speechless again, this time by pressing his lips on the other's, wrapping his free hand around Forti's torso while slowly moving his mouth.

The white haired widened his eyes in surprise at first, both his hands holding the redheaded's tightly by his shoulders, but it didn't took much before he gave himself to it.

It felt good, kind of warm... Fai knew exactly how to make it, the teasing, the moves, everything was as perfect as it could be. Forti tensed up once he felt the grip on his buttcheek loosing up and then tightening again, it was clearly how nervous he still was, but that was working so well that the redheaded couldn't think about stop doing it.

They would break the kiss every once in a while, just to quickly catch some air before press their lips into each other again. The white haired slowly moved his arms, bringing the fire magician into a hug,

It took them a few more seconds before finally stop, Fai gasping before look into the other's face, "I think that's a proper use of the time you spent waiting for me... or should I go a little further than this..?"

"No, no, I-I mean, if you want to, b-but I think it's... really... well paid now..." while the redheaded was composed and almost totally recovered, Forti was still a mess, melted into a blushing puddle of gasps, so that was why he was called a fire knight...?

"Well... I still have a few things to do today, want to come with me?" The other asked, slowly letting go of the white haired's body.

"Ah, sure... let's go..." A pinch of disappointment in Forti's voice as he followed the Fai to the staircase again, looking up as he felt the other holding his hand and greeting him with a smile. The boy nodded, following his friend. After all, it was really worth the waiting.