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The Crystal Rule	By : QueenDraggyofSwords Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles Views: 956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty Seven

Sleeping in the Acote was actually a terrible experience. It was bad for his back and his legs, not to mention it was cold.
But here he was again. Sleeping in his cockpit.
Yes he could have just slept in the house in the guest room, but he refused. Fuck Layle.
"Actually…that wouldn't be so bad right now…" Keiss had his legs crossed on his control panel. "I could really just…take it out on him that way…" He leaned his head back on the seat. "Four months...and we're breaking up over six lousy mercenaries…For sure I thought the mission with the ghost was going to be the one where we called it quits."
The Selkie sighed. He guessed he could see why Layle was so adamant about wanting to hunt these guys down. It was his home town after all. And even if the people were dicks, his mother- or sort of mother- lived there. And they were putting the town in danger. And that danger had directly damaged Layle's ability to control his powers. It had been a rough few days for the Crystal Bearer.
"Ugh…maybe I should try again in the morning…I'll hear him out. I won't be as stubborn…Maybe I am wrong?" He shifted in his chair grumbling. "Maybe I'm wrong? Since when am I wrong? …Ugh…knowing this guy is having a terrible effect on my brain…"
Keiss tossed and turned in his chair for hours. His mind would not let him rest. Is Layle right, or is he? Is it worth tossing away how far they've come in their work to catch these guys? To expose to the world what the Military was doing? It could backfire terribly…He could lose his chance at being an officer.
Is it worth losing that? Is it worth losing his partner? The Selkie kicked the ships controls angrily. "AH! Layle!" He sat forward and sighed. He had been out here for hours, and he was not getting any sleep. He was s lowly starting to realize it was hopeless to even think he could rest properly with all this nonsense on his mind. He wasn't going to be able to sleep until he settled things with Layle.
Except Layle was inside the house. And he was locked out of the house.
He rubbed his forehead, "Brilliant, Keiss. Why didn't you stay in the guest room so that when you were feeling guilty you could just go down the hall and talk to him!" He mentally kicked himself. "Well…so long as I am up…Maybe I can think of what to say…"

The Selkie mulled over a few ideas on how to smooth things out with the Crystal Bearer. "I guess I should apologize…but for what? The snooping part or the telling him no part? ...Maybe it's both?" Keiss tapped the side of his head. He had never really wanted to apologize to someone before.
While he thought it over, the approach ranged from serious to goofy back to serious and then just entirely random.
"Why should I go groveling back!" The Selkie crossed his arms and shouted at no one. "I should just go up there tomorrow and put my foot down! I'll tell him, 'Layle! It's time to stop goofing around! I'm sorry you're angry, but I'm in charge! And I say we're going!" Keiss nodded. Yes, that sounded about right. He'd apologize but not be pushed around. He had tolerated being the underling long enough it was time to get back to the way things were supposed to be.
"…And what will you do if Layle says no still?"
"Then I'll just kick his ass-a—ah!" Keiss turned his head to see the Crystal Bearer leaning in the broken doorway of the airship. "Layle! When did you get there?"
"Just now… So go on…Talk about how you're going to kick my ass."
Keiss leaned back in his seat, "Now I don't want to. Why are you out here?"
"…I came to apologize."
"…Oh…" Keiss shifted in his seat, "Okay…well…You should be here to apologize!"
"I should."
"That's right! Because you are totally being unreasonable!"
"…I am." Layle nodded with a smile.
"And unwilling to compromise! You won't even take the time to understand how I'm seeing this situation or feel about it! You just want to do what makes you happy and fuck everyone else. "
"That's very true."
"And you're stubborn and selfish and a jerk!" Keiss nodded at him and Layle nodded back.
"Absolutely correct…Anything else I should apologize for?"
Keiss leaned over the edge of the pilots seat, "…Making me worry, needlessly for days. And lying. And keeping secrets…And being nosy."
Layle leaned in the door way and smiled, "I'm sorry, I'm such and upsetting individual."
"Well you had just better be happy I'm so willing to forgive you…" The Selkie reached out and grabbed Layle's shirt to pull him down into a kiss. He felt Layle let go of the door and put his hands on the seat's arm to keep himself from falling fully into the Selkie. Keiss pulled back and licked his lips. "Layle…you know what would make this apology great?"
"…Keiss…I'm really starting to worry about you and your insatiable need to get laid. Maybe we should take you to a doctor instead."
"I don't need a doctor. I already have my medication right here." He kissed along the Crystal Bearer's jaw line and Layle pulled back.
"…It's too dangerous, Keiss. I will flip us, or something…You'll just have to wait…"
The Selkie shook his head, "No, no, no , wait!" He put up his hands with a smile. "I have an idea!"

An idea he said. All Kiess said was he had an idea. And Layle had no one but himself to blame for believing it was a 'good' idea.
The Crystal Bearer struggled back and forth in the pilot's seat. How did he get him to agree to this!
"Keiss! Untie me! Right now!"
The Selkie shook his head and pulled the rope he had wrapped around Layle and chair harder. "Will you stop moving! You're making it come loose before I can tie it off."
"Good!" Layle started to struggle again and Keiss lightly flicked the left side of his head causing the Bearer to twitch.
"Just stay still! This will help!" The Selkie let go of the rope and leaned down in front of Layle's face, "It will be harder for you to pick yourself up if you're tied down. And what makes a better weight than an entire airship…You'll have to flip the whole Acote to flip yourself."
"Keiss…This will either end in me killing you. Or me killing both of us…LET. ME. GO."
The Selkie rolled his eyes and pushed his partner's knees apart. "Come on, Layle, don't you want your apology?"
"No! I want to be let up! NOW!"
Keiss ran one hand up Layle's thigh and sighed, "If you keep shouting at me like that, you're going to make it worse."
"Oh is that so…well by all means- LET ME SHOUT LOUDER!" The Selkie grimaced as his partner started to curse him out at the top of his lungs. Keiss pulled back and started to untie the bandanna from around his head. "What are you doing?"
"I told you to stop shouting." The Selkie started to wind it up.
"Oh…Oh no. No, no! Fuck you! Keiss if you try to gag me I will flip this ship!" Layle jerked his head back as the Selkie leaned over him. "Get away!"
"Stop resisting!"
"I will bite your fingers off!"
"Layle! You make everything so much more difficult than it needs to be!" Keiss grabbed the Crystal Bearers hair.
"Keiss! Let me go you Douchebag son of a Fen-"
The Selkie shoved his bandanna into his partner's mouth. And sure enough he tried to bite him. Keiss pulled his fingers back and grabbed the ends of the blue cloth pulling it backward around Layle's head. "There!" The Crystal Bearer glared at him. "I want you to know…You made me do that."
Layle started thrashing in the chair angrily shouting muffled insults.
"You know, one of these nights…We have to try making the foreplay not so violent."

Sometimes, Keiss wondered what was Layle thinking when they slept together. He wasn't always mad with him when they started out, but his facial expressions at times made him wonder…Does he hate sleeping with me? If he does, why do we still do it? Why does he let me still do it?
Like right now, he was watching his partner's expression- or at least catching glimpses of it when he pulled his head up. The Selkie had forcibly pulled Layle's head back to give him access to his throat. And he had spent the last five minutes biting and kissing the Clavat's neck. He was tempted to bite hard enough to leave a mark, but his head was clear enough to know he would have to get through tomorrow explaining that mark. So for now he was resorting to feather like teases across his partner's neck. And from what he could see in Layle's expression there really weren't any objections to his actions. Though occasionally he could see the Clavat glaring at him when he opened his eyes.
But that could be he was glaring at him for stopping. He guessed he'd never know so long as he had that gag in his mouth.
Keiss kept his lips planted on Layle's neck but released the Crystal Bearer's hair and let his hands move downward. He couldn't help but stop and check the tightness of the ropes. Giving them a little tug. It was honestly to make sure they were still holding…But also to remind Layle he couldn't stop him. Little reminders like that, made Keiss smile; that he was in charge. And getting his way…Even if he had to compromise later he was always in control here. And he'd never let Layle forget it.
He hooked one hand into the Crystal Bearer's pants and started to pop open the buttons at the top. He trailed his mouth down to Layle's collar bone at the same time he slipped his hand into the now open pants. Keiss pressed the palm of his hand against his partner's crotch and rubbed against the bulge there. He finally stopped kissing him and leaned forward to catch the look in his partner's eyes again.
"You know…even if you're stubborn vocally. You're at least very honest and compliant physically…"

Maybe he didn't need to know what Layle was thinking when they had sex. His body did enough talking. Maybe it wasn't important to know what his partner thought mentally about this arrangement.
That's one of the few thoughts that drifted through Keiss's mind as he toyed with the Crystal Bearer. Toyed was an appropriate way to perceive this, he thought. He couldn't help but smirk as Layle glared at him through one open eye. His head was tilted slightly down and the only sound filling the cock pit was that of his harsh breathing through his nose and Keiss occasional chuckle at what he assumed was another muffled insult.
Maybe the Crystal Bearer thought he was a prick?
Another passing thought as he jerked his hand over Layle, working his body over. He had one hand on the Crysal Bearer's erection and the other sliding under his thigh. Slowly making its way toward the back of the seat.
'Or maybe he loves that I am such a prick?'
Keiss leaned forward and kissed over Layle's closed eye. He increased the pace of his strokes and pressed his thumb down over the top of his flesh. The Selkie dragged his tongue over his partner's cheek and leaned forward to line his mouth up with his ear. Keiss bit the top of Layle's ear and smirked as he heard another muffled noise. By now he was sure they weren't protest, but probably stiffed moans of encouragement.
His second hand cupped the Bearer's ass and Keiss muttered into his ear, "What…do you think about…Just before I fuck you?"

It was a dirty trick on his part. But he wanted to study the look on Layle's face. He was never going to get the answer out loud. So getting it physically was the only option. So he asked him. And the look was worth it. Just that plain, startled look.
Of course Layle wasn't making that face now.
Keiss held one of the Bearer's legs up over his right shoulder, and his other leg up with his hand tucked under his knee. It was a good thing the Acote's pilot seat was somewhat flexible. It at least bent and swiveled enough for the Selkie to tilt their bodies at a more appropriate angel.
And the face his partner was making now, was one that Keiss had come to love. Even though at this angle he couldn't see it clearly while the Crystal Bearer's head was tilted over the back of the seat, but he knew what it was. He had seen it before.
That look of sheer pleasure. Of the way Layle's eyes closed and his cheek twitched with each thrust forward. If not for the gag, there would be a moan of discomfort- maybe excitement- mixed in there. But now those sounds were being snuffed out. The sound of the chair straining to maintain an upright position is really what filled his ears. But the Crystal Bearer took up everything else.
He always did. He took up his thoughts. He actions. His desires.
Desire. That was a good word for that look. Keiss leaned down and ran his tongue over his partner's exposed neck. He made the mistake of biting in between his collar bone and pulling the skin with his teeth. If not for the gag, there would have been a loud protest there. Or his name. Thinking about the way Layle said his name, drove him wild. He couldn't help but pull the Clavat's legs a bit wider, and push a bit harder.
He could swear, in his name, he could tell what Layle was thinking.
Keiss let out a groan of his own and kissed what was exposed of Layle's lips. They felt hot. Everything about the Crystal Bearer felt hot. From the top of his skin, to the muscles coiling around him; if he didn't know better he'd think it was fire Layle controlled. Because it was always so hot when they were together. He always felt so hot…Does he feel that way? Does he feel overwhelmed when their bodies clash?
Keiss wanted to ask him. Maybe. It was hard to tell in between thrust if he wanted to ask Layle or just continue to fuck him. Maybe he wanted to know what the Clavat was thinking so he knew what he himself was thinking.
The Selkie leaned forward pushing himself in to the hilt. His one free hand reached up and pulled down the bandanna he had stuffed into his partner's mouth. It was soaked with saliva. As soon as his mouth was free, the sound of Layle's voice over took any other noise in cock pit. And the sound of Keiss' name filled his ears.
Now he knew what he was thinking. The Selkie didn't want to talk; he covered Layle's mouth with his own and pushed his tongue into his partner's throat. He felt the Clavat's tongue barely put up a resistance to his intrusion. Fatigue? No… He was past the point of resisting was all. Keiss's hand held onto Layle's shoulder and his other hand supported the Clavat's leg. In the back of his mind he was sure this position was somewhat painful. And he wondered if the Clavat felt any pain.
But he couldn't be bothered to ask him what he was thinking.
What was more important was what he was feeling. And right now he felt his mind going dull. Thoughts about worry. About plans. About control. About the Clavat were all boiling down to how he was feeling. How Keiss was feeling right now. And all he was feeling was focused on Layle. And that focus was going to erupt from him in a few more thrust.
The Selkie tightened his grip on his partner and kept his lips sealed firmly over his. He could feel any and all of the sounds from Layle's mouth reverberate up into his own. Every little moan, and shout, and scream of his name as he climaxed shook its way into his mouth. Until the Selkie was finally forced to break the kiss to breathe. But he still heard Layle calling his name. His body was still thrusting, still riding out that high of desire.
But he had to eventually let go of Layle's leg. And let the other slid off his shoulder.
He rest his head on the side of the Crystal Bearer's neck and ran his fingers over the bite mark he had made below the other's neck. And while he listened to the sound of Layle gasping for air as his mind cleared over, Keiss' musings returned.
What? What does Layle think about at times like this?
Does he think that he hates me? Does he consider being angry?
Does he think that he loves it?
…Or does he think that he loves me?
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