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The Artifact	By : PandaBearzh Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XIII-2 Views: 1996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This one goes out to Distraction, who has the biggest balls for being the first to comment: I'll do my best ;)

Sleeping through the night usually wasn’t a trouble for Noel, but tonight it certainly proved to be difficult. At first it had been rather relaxing to lie there in the darkness, letting his head try to work through the knot of emotions and knowledge that he had been bricked with over the past few days. Unfortunately, the longer he worked at it, the more complicated the problem seemed to tangle. Was the situation itself a giant paradox that he needed to solve? It would be difficult, for sure, as there were almost too many interchangeable enigmas. Each time he tried to approach problems one at a time, another conundrum reared its ugly head, and he was rerouted all of the way back to square one.
It was then, perhaps by miracle alone, that he was finally able to drift into rem sleep—though he would never have called it restful. Vivid and disturbing visions acted out his predicament in an abstract performance of constantly changing faces, colors, heights and even smells. Just as he had been able to arrive at no successful understanding while awake, his dreams did absolutely nothing to further his subconscious comprehension. When he did escape from the ghastly designs, he did so with a start, opening his eyes so quickly that it took his mind a moment or so to catch up.
The sun hadn’t risen yet, but in the darkness of the room it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. The curtains on the windows served to completely obliterate any traces of sunlight or moonlight, and Noel had always been surprised that Hope was able to get out of bed so early in the morning each and every day. He supposed that it was a habit he had gotten himself into out of repetition, and if he had a watch, it was likely that he would have set it to him accordingly.
“Are you okay?” Hope’s voice was quiet enough that it didn’t startle him, but he was close enough for it to sound husky and warm.
“Did I wake you?” Noel asked, raising his right arm to feel the way that Hope was laying aside him. The thin mattress was especially small for one person, and the fact that they were both sharing it meant that there was even less space available for either one of them to rest. In the past, Noel had either convinced Hope to let him to sleep on the floor or tricked Hope into sleeping in the bed-cot without him. It would appear though, that since he had arrived before Hope had returned that the other had just pressed himself intimately against his sleeping form. The tip of his chin bit gently into his chest when Hope put his head back down on it and Noel felt a soft squeeze around his waist as the other male replaced his arm over his abdomen.
“No,” answered a soft sigh.
“Did the banquet run long?” His voice got lost in the darkness when Hope didn’t reply. After a while, Noel began to wonder if he had spoken it at all, or if he had only intended on it. He decided to try again, clearing his throat to try and usher the raspy undertone out of it. “Did—”
“No, it’s not that. I mean, it’s not just that. Well, it’s not anything, really. I mean, I just can’t sleep,” Hope answered with aggravation, turning his forehead into Noel’s chest. “I’m so fucking tired, why can’t I sleep?” Noel had no answer for him, but tried to stroke his side reassuringly. Was that weird? The two had shared an intimate scene earlier, but then not thirty minutes later Hope had betrayed his understanding of him. Noel preferred to imagine that he had gotten a glimpse into Hope’s personality that others weren’t permitted, but he was starting to realize that Hope was a great deal more complicated than he had first understood him to be. “It’s really infuriating. What was your dream about?” Noel paused his movements.
“My dream?” he echoed, caught slightly off guard at how quickly Hope had demanded a subject change. “How did you know I had a dream?”
“I could tell… Your heart rate was pretty fast. You were talking.” His voice still sounded increasingly irritated, and Noel bit the side of his lip to stave the laugh that threatened to slip through his teeth. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was exactly, but there was something about the way that Hope sounded that just made him so… pouty? While the captain’s severe mood swings were enough to put everyone around him on edge, Noel experienced a contrary sensation. These past few days he had felt closer to Hope than he ever had been able to situate himself to in any other timeline. In turn, whenever he had one of these swings, it always made him to either feel tickled with warmth and provoked him to laugh, or to want to gather him into his arms and protect him from the harsh unyielding truths of the world. Although often difficult, Noel knew better than to laugh in this situation; the reality was that Hope was not pouting, and he likely wouldn’t take lightly the idea of his manhood being described as moe.
“What was I saying?” he finally managed after regaining some composure.
“Nothing intelligible.”
“Ah,” Noel chuckled, beginning to lose the battle again.
“What,” the captain demanded immediately.
“You’re just so cranky,” Noel blurted with another chuckle.
“Cranky?”
“Cranky.” Another silence fell heavily upon the room, and Noel was about to reassure Hope that it didn’t bother him when his weight shifted dramatically next to him. The mattress creaked sharply beneath him, immediately posing to Noel that perhaps the frame might be too weak to withstand two full grown adults lying together above it. Hope appeared to have considered this though, as the warm heat of his body had abruptly vanished along his hip. “Wait—don’t go; you’re not bothering me. Let me get up, you can probably sleep better if I’m not here,” he tried, reaching out into the darkness gently and discovering Hope’s disappearing bicep.
“Why don’t you make me less cranky?” Hope asked, swinging his knee over the other side of Noel’s form, “Then maybe we can both get some sleep.” His voice turned into a soft murmur, and the brunette could imagine him hanging his head behind his neck with another silent frustrated sigh. The hands at his hips snaked up his form in unison, slipping under his shirt and gently encouraging it higher.
“Hhh—How do—” Noel exhaled with all intent to tease the other into whispering something wanton and lascivious to him.
“Don’t be coy,” Hope began, letting his fingertips massage into Noel’s skin before digging his short nails into the flesh beneath his arms, “I don’t have patience for coy.” His tongue flicked upwards, giving the lightest and slowest of strokes to the exposed muscles above the brunette’s navel. As much as the younger male arched toward him, he made sure to keep his attentions light. His fingers continued to sink into Noel’s sides deeper and began to move again, this time raking ten thin red lines down his sides to his hips. Noel hissed underneath him, and he expected the way his hands pleadingly grabbed for his waist. To evade them, he jerked himself forward and flat against the form beneath him, thrusting his lips wherever they would land—Noel’s jaw—and continued the process of sweet and demanding seduction.
Noel’s grasp coveted the back of Hope’s head, sifting his fingers through his soft locks as he was continually caught off guard by the young captain’s affections. He wasn’t sure how to react to it—gently or roughly? He could feel his plush, warm lips caressing his neck, molesting his skin with their softness. Then, out of nowhere, his nerves would jeer in shock at the pinch of the sensitive skin between his lover’s teeth—only to be reassured sweetly with another gentle kiss or brush. He let his hands discover the other’s waist and planted them firmly, ensuring that he didn’t wriggle out of his grasp again. Hope responded with a strong suck at the crook of his neck, coating the area with moisture and his back with goosebumps. Rather authoritatively, he jerked his hands down, pulling Hope away from him and positioning him back on his haunches so that he could get a handle on what was happening.
Hope wasn’t inclined to wait, and stole the opportunity to grind himself down between Noel’s legs, using his hamstrings to spring and rock over his hardening concealed staff. Noel had fallen asleep in his attire, but Hope had removed his pants before sleeping, leaving only a loose shirt and his undergarments. It was a very thin and frail cloth that separated his skin from the air, but Noel hadn’t accurately been made aware of that yet. No matter. It would happen soon.
“Damnit, Hope….” Noel groaned, dropping one of his hands to pull himself up to his friend. He felt a palm plant itself hard on his chest, and his back was abruptly shoved roughly back against the bed again. Not too soon after, Hope had crawled over him, this time planting his lips eagerly over his own. It was too easy to get lost in the forceful kiss, but though both men engaged themselves wholeheartedly, their strokes weren’t limited to their tongues alone. While Hope’s shirt was sifted higher on his back, he gave a delicate flick to Noel’s upper lip, urging him to more daring exploits. He could feel the brunette’s tongue as it slipped past his own, and massaged his fingertips up the back of his neck to grasp his head firmly in his palms. Noel appeared slightly alert to the action, and retreated his tongue with intent to speak, but Hope seized the opportunity and pulled their kiss stronger, giving pause only to nip momentarily at his lower lip.
The young captain could feel his shirt being raised over his head, and he broke from him again, ripping it over his shoulders with such impatience that Noel barely realized that he had done it before he was he had returned to his lips. They battled hotly, Hope finally arriving to victory when he was able to encourage Noel’s affections back into his own mouth. Noel, grabbing where he expected Hope’s shoulder to be, forcibly directed him away far enough so that he could finally speak.
“I thought you preferred not being in control,” he commented, realizing immediately that maybe he could have phrased it better: it seemed as if Hope was already pretty out of control already. The male jerked out of his grasp and slid his cheek smoothly against his so he could whisper into his ear.
“So control me,” he challenged, flicking his lashes against his cheek and extending a luxurious swipe along the arch of his lover’s ear with the underside of his tongue. Noel grinned in the darkness, absolutely sure that Hope would have felt the way that the muscles in his jaw had shifted. Well, after what he had learned from their fun last night, it wouldn’t be a problem.
He pulled his arm against Hope’s back strongly, pinning him against his body securely while using the other hand to explore. Hope shivered against him lightly when the broad side of his thumb began to slide up his thigh from his knee, and attempted an unsuccessfully futile escape. Noel easily held him tighter by his forearm and swirled his fingers against Hope’s scalp reassuringly: it was his turn to put Hope on edge, and he wasn’t going to writhe out of it as easily as he had done before.
The captain’s breath bristled warmly against his ear consistently increasing in anticipatory speed while Noel’s hand ascended his thigh and twisted over his hip. The caress seemed devilishly slow to him; lamentably even. It was the same form of tease that Raines would use to instigate him. Raines—again? He jerked his hips against Noel’s palm and sighed airlessly at its nearly medicinal end. There, that was what he needed. It was impossible for his friend to recognize the difference between needing sex and wanting sex, but the older male’s experience very clearly illustrated the impressive contrast between the two. It wasn’t that he wanted sex, he needed it. He was painfully aware of the honest cause of his lack of sleep that night, and the matter wasn’t one that he would surface. Rather, he preferred to bury his anger and shame by burying his friend deep inside of his body.
He allowed a roused groan escape into Noel’s ear when his warm hand engulfed him, and he turned his lips against his neck for another attack. Noel seemed to appreciate it, and however unintentionally displayed it by breaking the beautiful pace of his palm that he had begun to generate over Hope’s length. The jolt hadn’t lasted a specific duration, and it very quickly resumed—if it had truly “stopped” at all—in a much more appropriate and less leisurely manner. Hope was encouraged by the abrupt pattern change of exactly how Noel tugged him, and rewarded his efforts with an easy push into his movements and a warm groan over the twitching muscles in his neck.
Noel’s muscles shuddered with chill at Hope’s breath, finding that although his voice was hot and steamy, the melting sensation left surface pools of erect hairs all arching and beckoning toward the sound. He could feel his earlobe submerge against his lover’s moist affections, and his firm grasp on the back of his head swished to his chin, capturing it in the web of his thumb.
“Noel….” his voice pleaded softly with a teasing nip. “Noel, please, just….”
“Whuh—?” the brunette began before Hope’s forefingers dove into his mouth. They dipped against his tongue carefully before parting and moving against one another. He tasted sweet. The brunette closed his lips on them partially, swishing his tongue curiously about the invading digits. This was apparently the wrong action to commit, as Hope ripped them out of his mouth almost instantly again.
“Fuck me.”
Those two words worked as a paralytic to Noel, and he could have groaned his own words of pleasure from the simple way that they twitched him against the warm body above him. Hope seized the moment to slip under his forearm, and sat himself back against him with another grind. What Noel couldn’t see was that he was sucking the fingers he had just evacuated, moistening them with more effective lubrication than the brunette had provided in a shorter amount of time. Soon he was jerking his undergarments further aside from their position with his right hand, allowing his left to rock against the brunette’s groin, positioning itself to make an entrance into his own body.
Noel believed him to be massaging him through the constraining fabric, and rotated his hips back against him, catching him when he felt his weight pitching forward to press him back against him. He grinned devilishly at the sharp “Ahhn” that Hope sang, and repeated the gesture.
“Under the bed—a jar…” Hope managed, feeling his digits sink deeper into his body with every time his hand unexpectedly shot forward. The form under his straddle twisted away from him, and soon the hands disappeared from his waist completely. Their attentions focused on the jar that the brunette procured, and soon thereafter on lathering his sex in preparation for entry. If only to tease him, Hope flipped his wrist upward and pressed the thin cloth farther to the side so that he might make direct contact with Noel’s prominence. The brunette groaned when they did connect, and a satisfied grin covertly eased over the captain’s lips. He continued to taunt him, enjoying the slight vibrations of the squeaky mattress while Noel rushed to coat himself. He allowed his left digits release from their prepping, realizing that his rocking had effectively coated not only Noel, but also the inner parts of his thighs and a small inch on his restrictedly exposed backside.
Noel was identifiably rock hard by the time he felt Hope guide his tip against him. His lover’s body swallowed him inside of it slowly as it pressed downwardly onto him, and for the first time—again—he experienced the other. Somehow over the course of the evening, time must have dulled proper recollection of the sensation, because Noel was pretty sure that it hadn’t been as fantastic as this. Hope continued his drop carefully but relentlessly before using his legs to rise away from him again. His body didn’t want to release the brunette, and Noel experienced a stimulating tug at his unit as Hope moved to part from him. In no time, he was crashing back down onto him with Noel’s hips aiding the process by thrusting ample numbers of deep shoves back into Hope’s tight heat.
Hope seemed to ride over him like a wave, and Noel was too happy to drown while submerged in him. Delicate and warm feeling fingers webbed over his knees for balance, and the brunette naturally crunched himself forward. The cloth that had been pressed aside snapped long wet friction against him but it was really nothing compared to the way that Hope’s muscles appeared to clamor for his affections. In this newer, closer position he could feel the tip of the other’s equipped hardware prodding him through its cage, but he gave little time to wonder if Hope could feel him too.
Hope was dropping his whole weight freely onto him now, smashing himself against the deep thrusts that Noel was providing while calling out with curt gasps mixed with intense pleasure and excitingly raw pain. He didn’t care if Noel couldn’t tell the difference, he didn’t care about much of anything so long as he didn’t stop. That hand that had just smoothed over his hip was beginning to grasp him more firmly, and the male tilted his head skywards. His arms ascended and crossed behind his neck. In this new position it would be easier for his partner to roam over his skin while still permitting his balance favorable. The hand squeezed him firmly and his empty hip was met with its partner. Together they worked to jerk him down more forcibly, even if initially they may have acted bashful toward the idea.
It was sheer bliss. The way that Noel was filling his need was satiating perfection. His mind had completely closed now, and only the feeling remained. Where he was empty he became full; hurt and then finally attended. The shame he had forsaken contorted the experience into something greater than just a wanton expression. He was volatile. Now risky, unscrupulous, and daresay, perhaps even a bit earned, this moment was the consequence of an unjust actions that had carelessly destroyed every fact he had taken for granted during the five months he had relearned his life. No. This was it, his escape. The moment it was over the captain was aware that he would have to return to the façade; a half-empty mockery of a life he had shattered by his own choice. He didn’t want to go back. He wanted to live in this moment and never have to face another second of the living lie he masqueraded. But no—that moment—as always, it came too soon. The euphoric charges overloaded his mind and flushed through his system, carrying with it minute shocks and twitches that lingered in his muscles for a while after his release. Noel continued to invade him, and Hope too-easily played along, struggling to recapture the dissipating sensation in his legs. Noel’s movements were becoming a little irregular after his release, stubbornly continuing to throw himself inside of Hope until every last drop of his ecstasy had been experienced.
Aside from the soft panting beneath him, Hope discovered the air to have suddenly become deadly quiet. Noel was still nested inside of him—undoubtedly enjoying the way that his muscles were quaking around his unmoving unit. It didn’t bother him. The fall from the high they had reached was so intense it was nearly paralyzing; as much as he had tried to ignore it, a reality with such objection to his desires would never leave him to enjoy them. The darkness around them served to work well as a buffer, and he held on to the touch of his partner gently, stroking the softness of his hair when Noel kissed his chest approvingly.
“You’re so amazing,” the younger mumbled into his skin with a daydream-like sigh. He pressed his ear against him and gathered the captain’s waist in his arms. It didn’t matter to him if Hope didn’t respond, he didn’t need him to. It wasn’t just the warm sensation in his prick that was making him giddy, it was the happiness that radiated from his chest that intoxicated him. Unlike Hope who privately crashed from the moment, Noel was soaring. “How do you feel? I feel better, do you?” he asked, playfully dragging his incisors over the captain’s delicious skin.
“I…” Hope trailed off, wanting to say something but not necessarily knowing how to answer the question. Noel’s emotions were apparent to him. He seemed so blissfully unaware, so naïve… but why shouldn’t he? Hope had always been able to successfully hide his most private of emotions from him in this darkness, and the voice that spoke his mind lately seemed to belong to somebody else. “How do I feel?” He felt oddly numb. Although the memories, thoughts, and worries had blanketed his mind with preoccupation, his heart simultaneously responded with energy, approval, and curiosity.
“I guess we’ll find out,” he answered flatly, applying slight pressure to Noel’s shoulders and pulling himself off of him. Noel’s arms wrung tight and pulled him back over his lap.
“Wait, where are you going? Why don’t you try to sleep?”
“I can’t. I have to get up. You can sleep if you want but the sun will be up soon if it’s not already.”
“Are you serious!? No way! It’s got to be something like two in the morning!” Hope chuckled lightly and eased the other’s wrists from his back. Noel permitted him, sorrowful to the knowledge that he couldn’t keep Hope retrained to his affections permanently. His voice drifted from him when he stood, and just as every other morning, Noel was left to imagine the process he was taking to dress himself for the day.
“If you’re tired, take a nap. No one expects you to be up when I get up.”
“No, no! If you’re getting up I have to get up too.” He slipped his feet off of the bed and dropped them on the floor, jumping upright quickly. The springs under the mattress cried out in protest, saturating the area with a single hair raising screech that left a dull ringing in their ears that lasted a bit too long. In fact, the only solace that the two were able to achieve from the annoying din was a tremendous thunder that clapped far above their heads. There was no rainfall, but the way that leaves from the forest sliced against one another offered the illusion of precipitation to those who hadn’t been outside at the time of the rumbling.
“Who did you say,” Hope asked with an audible grin in his voice, “is following who like a shadow?” Hope asked with an audible grin in his voice. Noel laughed a single loud ‘hah!’ and made way to the entrance. It was a short path that he had practiced over the course of the past week, and no longer had to run his fingertips along the smooth carved wooden wall to find where the leather obscured the harsh temperature from entry. He still hadn’t completely seen the young captain without his clothing on, and if the sun had truly risen, he was eager to allow some light to illuminate the sight for him. His hand located the material and gave it a slight press, creating a flash of orange on the paneled wooden floor. On any other day he might have found it ordinary, but this morning the hot colors seemed to flash and glide in a way he hadn’t seen before. Immediately, he thrust it to the side to reveal what might be beyond it.
“Hope!” he urged, beckoning toward the other. The captain pressed past him immediately, immersing himself only somewhat prepared for the chaos that lay beyond his doorstop.

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