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The Mind of a King	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy VI Views: 328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that creates the wonderfully sculpted world of Final Fantasy VI. I do not own nor took part in the character creation. I make not one cent from this story, it's just for fun. And possibly a review from my kind readers.

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Locke combed his fingers through Edgar's hair. The loose strands slid from his touch like silken water. He can lightly smell their musk combined with his bath, and the scents of his lover. But nestled briefly but too often came the unfamiliar scents of the maidens from earlier. Whose perfume clung to his beloved as much as some of them intended to do to be chosen over the others. It was nausiating. He wiggled his body. He's currently a human-pillow, splayed out on the chaise with Edgar lying over him covering his manhood; his long hair covered his own dignity by blocking his rear with a few peeks made by Locke playing in it.
"Ed," he muttered. Caressing his cheek, he exposed it to his touch by moving the blond mass to rest behind Edgar's ear. "Ed, wake up. It's gonna be dinner soon. We need to freshen up."
"Mmm.. twenty more minutes."
He smiled. He recalled their teen years, when Edgar had said the same thing to a knock at the door calling upon the Prince for his schooling. His twenty minutes wasn't for sleep though. At the moment he'd had Locke firmly nestled within him. He wasn't about to end the secret moment.
The couple's lax position shifted and they begin kissing again; their hips swayed and ground. All fatigue from their earlier spent wore away as the heat between rose. However...
"Your Majesty?" A maid called into the presumed empty sitting room. "Time for your bath." She stated though she doesn't need to explain her appearance, as the king bathes at the same time each day.
Edgar groaned. He hadn't paid attention to the time. "Of course. Run the bath; I'll be in in a moment." He replied.
The maid, having seen nothing new as she bathes the king in his full nude state, walked leisurely by. She has also seen the consort in his state of undress. Though, upon his insistence, it's only during special occasions in the castle.
The king smothered his lips against Locke's neck, kissing it lightly and nibbling here and there. "Mmm.." He hummed. "Spread your legs."
Locke chuckled. "Why Mr. Figaro, you would waste your precious essence in me? I'm flattered."
"I can spare it."
Cole was sure of that. However, he couldn't give in. The maid was waiting and they would only draw more visitors if they spend the evening indulging in each other. He gave his beloved a light push away. Edgar whimpered in protest, but he did rise. The King grabbed his dressing gown and crossed the room to the bathroom. Locke let out a breath; his hand yanked his sweat dampened bangs from his forehead. He grabbed a pillow, using it to cover his lap as he took a brief rest while Edgar bathed.
Dinner was not as Locke assumed it would be. Rather than talking with Edgar, he spent the meal either silent or chatting with Sabin. Edgar was choosing the top 3 of today's auditions with his chancellor. Locke wondered what these ladies would think if they heard all the things being said about their appearance or presumed limits as a bearer.
They probably wouldn't be so eager to try for the position. A lightbulb went off in Locke's mind. Sabotage? He dropped the idea. It was unfair. They would just pick any random maiden due to that. He wouldn't want the Figaro heir to be born by some terrible person, who put on a show just to get chosen.
"You seen any of the others lately?" Sabin distracted him from his thoughts. "You should get out of the castle more, touch some sand." He cocked his head slightly indicating his reason for saying such words. It must be written all over Locke's face, what he's thinking and how he feels about the situation despite saying he's ok with it. He leaned in to secret their conversation. "Seriously, Locke, if this is bothering you that much take a little vacation."
Locke took in a breath to calm himself when he saw Edgar nod over a candidate. Should he leave Edgar here alone? Who would he come home to? Edgar or a different Edgar? One scented like a woman; the dirty deeds in progress during his absence; secret nuances between the king and his courtesan. He won't allow it. Chancellor Laveau is far to into it. The man was certainly not the first to accept the young Prince turned king as a homosexual. This could be his greatest project to restore Edgar Figaro's female interest. Yet... He is putting all of this in his head. On his own. It's going to happen, why stick around for it?
"You can go with me." Offered the martial artist. "I'll be heading out to Tzen."
"Kinda far." Too far. It'll take a month at least. "What are doing over there?"
"I was planning on looking for a house."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I've restored my old master's home and have been living there, but I thought I should get a place for myself." Sabin smiled. "Sometimes I don't need so much isolation. It's been nagging at me since the war ended. I could have lost family, my new friends.. You guys really are important to me. I can't hide in the forest forever."
Locke offered his friend a smile. The Magi war was absolute Hell. He still can't figure out how they all survived the end of the world. He could imagine it was because of their being on the airship when the initial land explosions went off. He fell into the ocean, drifting endlessly until he found a cave to crawl into. The rest, a story for those darker times when it all comes back to them.
"Or you could visit Setzer, he's in town."
"He is?"
"Saw him yesterday. Unless he's gone from a quick pop in, he should still be there."
Setzer was always a good distraction. He could have fun at the casino. Yeah. Setzer! He's a good choice.
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After making a show of kissing Edgar goodbye in front of Chancellor Laveau, Locke left Figaro castle. He made for the Chocobo stables, selecting the fastest bird in housing. The desert humidity was at an all time high today. Anyone living outside of it would classify it as a watch out for the elderly, and stay indoors at all costs temperature. But, having grown used to the heat, Locke merely removed his bandana and folded it so that it sits on the full cover of his head rather than just across his forehead. A light cloak of a bright yellow pushed back the sun; a container of water and he was off to South Figaro.
Setzer Gabbiani, resident gambler, playboy, tipler. When one has to find such a person there was only one place to look. The Pub. He skirts past the roaming civilians chatting about this and that. He heard mutters ranging from parties, to coming out parties for their daughters, to a murder that happened four nights ago. He was about to inquire about that, because it sounded strange. He thought he heard something about the victim having holes somewhere. That the body must have been moved because there was no blood on site. However, he caught sight of a white mass exiting the Inn a few buildings ahead.
He would have called out, but Figaro is a noisy town, rushing water never eased, chatter, carts wheeling about. He hastened his steps to catch up or get within hearing range. "Setzer!" He called. Seeing the man acknowledged him by briefly glancing over his shoulder, he doesn't stop moving. "Setzer!" He tried a bit more forcefully. 'Where is he going?' He wondered when noting that he was still greatly ignored.
The gambler, as if trying to lose him, suddenly sprinted away. Locke chased after him, not about to lose means of company for a while. He may even get Sabin along for the ride; his best friend could ask the gambler to take him to Tzen. He didn't exactly specify that he was going by boat or Chocobo via some secret route underground.
There! He sees him again after rounding a corner and going beneath an underpass. "Setzer!" He jogged forward a bit. "Didn't you hear me calling you?"
"I'd heard." He replied. "However, I was in the middle of something."
Locke looked at the building they're standing before. "A toy store? You're buying gifts?"
"None whatsoever. I was following someone, but I lost them when I looked back." He shrugged. "No matter. What is it you need me for?"
"Sorry I distracted you."
"Really, it's not a bother." He glanced about one last time then started away back under the foot-bridge. "Drink?"
"Sure."
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Locke set down his mug of beer; his thumb drummed on the metal handle. "Not to pry, but, who were you following? You took off pretty suddenly."
"The person I was following was faster than I'd thought."
"So? Who was it? A woman?"
"Yes.. possibly."
"You don't know?" He wondered if that was possible? He's seen men dressed as women, but that was obviously crossdressing as they often had facial hair and hair beneath their armpits, and a masculine physique. But one so incredibly fused seemed impossible. "A love interest?"
"By no means. I was just looking into something out of curiosity."
To Locke it made sense. He's now curious about this new person.
"And what about you? You came looking for me or just happened to see me?"
"I thought I could bum some time away from home with you. We could play in your casino; we could go exploring! You ever been on a treasure hunt?"
Setzer looked near to a laugh. He may be hard on cowards, but he can't deny that he does not like such places as caves. Especially caves with multiple twists turns and caverns. He could suffocate. Become lost. Fall and break something, where the density of the dirt walls will leave him silent to distant ears. "Pass on the treasure hunt, unless it's on a remote island by merely digging about."
"You're no fun." Teased Locke.
"Well that can't be, you sought me out for just that." He took a gulp from his pint. "We can gamble. I was planning to open up tonight." He yanked his fob to remove the pocket watch. "I can open early." He downed his beer. "Come along." He tossed enough coins to the table to pay for both their drinks then he left his seat expecting to be followed.
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This was exactly what he needed. He yanked the handle of the slot machine and watched the panel roll at a dizzying speed until one by one it stopped. Cherry, cherry, bar. He plunked in a coin and proceeded on repeat. He's managed 300 gold pieces, but lost 175 trying to raise it. He wasn't feeling better about Edgar, especially when his peripheral could see the gambler flirting and even kissing the nape of some of the ladies exposed flesh upon their neck, or touching their bare arms. But, he can do that, he isn't taken. Thank Godess for distractions, though. His mind is only games, not Kingly duties.
The crowd helped too. Everyone was quite friendly; true a lot became hotheaded after a few too many drinks and a few too many loses at once. The noise level was thankfully not causing his slight buzz to create a ringing in his head. He does not need a headache. A couple ladies that didn't recognize him did flirt a bit, they bought him drinks. But, he let the encounters go no further than a flattered reply or returned compliment, they were lovely. Were. He wondered if any of them had gone to Figaro castle looking to be the 'Chosen One'.
"Setzer?" He grabbed his friend by the arm once he was through redeeming his lost coins to the slots. "Can we talk?"
Setzer looked as though that was the last thing he wanted to do. But he allowed himself to be lead. "What more can I do to distract you? Set you up?" He chuckled at his joke. "I doubt Edgar would be so kind to me, if he knew I was responsible for his drunk lover enjoying someone else's advances."
"No. Nothing like that, though I am curious." His words quiet due to a man calling out in celebration that he'd won at slots. Locke was half tempted to return to the trap game, but continued what his was saying over the roar of escaping coins. "I want some advice."
Setzer took him by the forearm leading him to his office where it was much quieter. "Advice?" It sounded like a foreign word was being analyzed.
"You are so callous about women you're with, even how many.. So, how do I become that way?"
"What way?"
"Uncaring. I am genuinely aggrieved by Edgar having to produce an heir."
Teasing, Setzer said in jest. "It would be an impossible task for you."
"Funny. But you know what I mean."
Setzer nodded. He's been in town for a few days, he noticed the flyers around town. "I think that you need a disguise for the situation."
This time it was Locke who had a sudden memory loss. "Disguise?"
With a nod, the gambler gave an example. "Edgar is with a cousin rather than a stranger, in order to fulfill his duties. Or, you simply get over it as one of those things." He casually shrugged his hand out.
"Gee, thanks." He casts his friend an annoyed eyeroll.
The gambler smiled. "I can understand how you feel. I have never truly given myself just to one person, and the longest relationship I had, we had orgies. I'm not one to give advice on how to cope with hurt feelings of cheating, physically or emotionally. I only know that Edgar is not a cheater, and what he's planning to do is not a breach of your unspoken vows of bond. Those are simply the breaks. He is king, the Figaro lineage must live on." He placed his hands onto Locke's shoulders. "Now, let us go back out there, mingle, make and spend some money."
Locke couldn't help but notice the spend came after the make. It seems Edgar wasn't the only cheater in the Returners.
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Locke took his leave of the casino area for the private rooms on the ship. He wasn't going back to the castle tonight. Not any night for a while. Edgar was only hosting for a month. After this week, this not so little operation will be under way. He should take the last week with Edgar, but he can't. Chancellor Laveau will be more present in a constant need to update Edgar about the selected cortesans. He had when they dined that one afternoon. When he and Edgar were playing chess. An evening they had wanted to read. Laveau interrupted. He was aiding to Locke's mounting grief.
So, he'll be occupying a room aboard the ship. Setzer said he doesn't mind. He's currently listening to Mr. Money bags screwing a woman who liked him all of a sudden. Five thousand gold pieces is a great makeover.
"Oh Godess, squeeze them!" She cried out before moaning in response to her comply. 'Are these walls thin on purpose?' He had to wonder.
His amorous friend would likely say that it only makes sense, since it's simply boards to boarder the rooms. Why insulate for privacy when there are rarely those who stay over for sexual purposes when others are occupying the ship as well?
Locke grimaced at the abundance of noise from the new couple. The guy has probably never had another person with him during sex in his life. He sounded shocked by everything going on between them. He briefly smiled hearing the sound of the furniture knocking like a ghost.
"Slow it down." She said it again.
Locke had to chuckle faintly when the rapid knock became far apart pops. 'What's it gonna be like for Edgar and this girl? Will she want certain things done - will he?!' His stomach made a sound of protest as: Please, no more. 'It'll be his first time with a woman; if she's a virgin it'll be her first time with anyone..' He blew out a breath.
Locke suddenly sat up in bed. Setzer's words came back to him with more clarity. He has been with countless people. And despite it has never been affected by it that he stuck around them. Edgar might truly be able to keep his word about this being business and nothing more. Same with the woman. And, if not, he could always hire someone to be the right fit for the detached job. Oh but he couldn't...
Or would he?
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