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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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Edgar's fingertips cruised upward along the dip of the young woman's spine. She arched from the touch, the move slid her thighs forward rewarding her a deeper touch inside from the king. She rocked her hips aiming for that deepness again. Her moans filled the room, joined with Edgar's pleased hum. The heat in her body is exquisitely cravable.
He grabbed her hips, gone mad, and he helped himself to guiding her spin up and down over him. He was dizzy with lust. Every inch of him tingled for more. He dropped her down onto the bed, and after a quick readjustment he ravaged her body.
Edgar shot up in bed. His hand came out to his temple. 'This little project is getting to me.' He thought to himself. 'Perhaps it was a dream to help with my decision? Is Sidonie the one?'
He blinked. Blue eyes scanned for Locke, then he pricked his ears. Nothing. His beloved left shortly after dinner without so much as an explanation as to why he left or when he'd return. Well, that's not completely a mystery. He does know why Locke left. But, is it really so distressing? He can't really think he'd fall for the chosen woman, or allow one to fruitlessly fall for him. Locke has his female admirers after all. He still held a bit of jealousy towards his lover's relationship with Rachel Abner.
He fell onto his back, yet another part of him remained upright. Looks like he's not reached an age where wet-dreams stop. With an exasperated sigh, he wrapped his hand around his length at the base. Images of Locke eased away the early hour.
On the airship.
Locke was out of bed and cruising through The Falcon towards Setzer's bedroom. His mind was too busy to sleep. He had questions and the amorous gambler might have answers. Anyone who stayed over on the ship, whether it be frok inhibriation or to screw someone they came with or met, are now sincerely asleep despite the approaching dawn.
He popped open the door. Looking about his gaze landed on the large bed against the center wall in the middle. Locke smirked at the sight. His friend looks like a ghost bathed in the moonlight. Had the bedding been white, Setzer visibly wouldn't exist. Creeping through the entry, he closed the door behind him then walked over to the bed. On his knees at the edge, looking much like a child frightened into his parent's room during the night, he gently shook the bed.
"Setzer, hey, wake up." He shook the bed harder. "I need to talk to you. Wake up."
An inhale of breath was then followed by drowsy words. "You'd best be naked or reporting a fire." Alerting himself more after his own comment, he opened his eyes. "Locke? What is it?"
"I wanted to pick your brain."
Stopping his friend's following words, he cut-in. "Pick it for what?" Coming to his own conclusion, he sighed. "Edgar. Locke, I don't know what more I can tell you."
"Tell me that you know a woman, who's clean, and can present herself as a proper lady despite being a lady of the night."
Rubbing his hand over his face; the, peeved, gambler retorted. "I'll have you know that I bed more than pay for lovers. And why do you need such aid?"
"I was... kinda hoping.." Though embarrassed, he laid it out. "Maybe I could hire one to pose as a candidate, she'll win Ed over, and I'll feel at ease knowing that some fresh young dame isn't latching onto my lover." His emotions sagged along with his shoulders. "It's dumb and immature, I know. But I can't help it."
"I know you can't, because you're in love." Setzer slanted and settled back into bed. "Understand the weight of those words, Locke. Sex doesn't make someone the stars in the sky. It's incredible with some people, but most of the time it's rather dull. You're simply getting out a need. Edgar is simply performing a task."
"But, what if..?"
""If" nothing... Would you perhaps like to join them? Sit on the sidelines as a voyeur?" Setzer snickered. "I've been watched, though, only makes it more fun."
"You're a big help." He stood for a moment then sat on the bed.
"Will you not leave me to my rest?"
"Not if I can't sleep. I had a brief, but all too vivid sex dream staring Edgar and some faceless woman."
"Really? Was she beautiful?" He laughed when a punch sailed to his gut. "Well, if you're going to assault me with details, I at least want the best imagery."
Locke sat quietly with his thoughts. "But, come on, seriously.. do you know anyone?"
Setzer, having slightly fallen back to sleep, awoke when he heard Locke's voice again. "I'll get a girl. But, do you know why you're worried? Does it have to do with feelings or someone touching Edgar intimately?" He gave his friend a pat on the forearm. "You'll never beat this nag if you don't know the source."
Locke thought about it. But, to be honest, he couldn't quite place why. He's a treasure hunter, excavation is what he does. So why can't he find his feelings? Is it because of love or jealousy of someone else having a part of Edgar in them. Her staying near him working in the castle. Or simply another person getting to have sex with his eternal husband? Something that only he should ever know, so long as he and Edgar are together. The scenarios seem one in the same, yet they're not.
"Perhaps you could strike a deal to lessen feeling the way you do."
"Huh? How? What?"
"Have sex with another yourself." Suggested the amorous gambler.
Shaking his head, the despaired treasure hunter shoved that whole concept aside.
"No, really," he sat up in earnest. He grabbed Locke's cheeks. "Kiss me."
"Are you insane?"
"Not a wit. But, if you can't do it, maybe you've found your answer that you're not upset about some connection but you're jealous to share what's yours no matter how logical the reason."
Locke noticed right then that the blanket had fallen rather low, exposing his friend's penis. It was nice to see crash scars having marred every inch of the man. Blanched, he said offhandedly. "Of course you sleep nude."
"Of course. There are many takers aboard my ship at times. Why deny them access to a nibble?"
Locke could only laugh a little over such a statement being said with such sincerity. "Alright... I guess I'm jealous. I don't want some floozy touching Edgar and knowing his touch in return."
Setzer had his turn to laugh at ridiculous statements said with a seriousness. "No, the person you wanted to hire for indifference would be the floozy. Edgar is going for someone respectable."
"Virgin floozy..."
Setzer, realizing his night is ruined for sure, got out of bed and strolled, unbothered about nudity, to his robe. "Drink?"
"Sure."
He poured two glasses of rum from a bottle. "Here you are." He took a seat beside Locke on his bed. Knocking back his drink, he sees his friend's glass aimed his way in silent request that it be filled up again. He shook his head, but grabbed the glass to comply. Only this time he brought the entire bottle over. "You aren't planning to clean out my liquor cabinet are you?"
"I'll pay for it, if I do."
"My friend, you truly do need a distraction. I'll fly you to any desolate corner of the world you wish to dig about, but this moping must cease."
Perked up, he asked. "Even the wastelands?"
"Absolutely."
Locke thought that over. He's been itching to explore that area. The talk amongst the town thieves was that there were lost treasures there from a destroyed keep, that crumpled during the war. He'd definitely like to get his hands on it before the looters have their way with it. "How soon can we depart."
"Once the ship empties tomorrow. Most don't linger; the glow of the night doesn't shine as brightly in the morning. They want to be apart from each other as soon as possible." After taking one final glass of rum down himself, he wandered to the exit. "Now, if you'll excuse yourself back to bed..."
"Right." He drank his fourth glass then took his leave, followed by his friend's words telling him to inform Edgar should he want to send a messanger bird to him. Locke would. He doubted that Edgar would need him. In the time that he's away, his love will get this mess sorted out, then he won't have to deal with it anymore. That's the best case to think about in this scenario. He'll return to the normalcy of his life as the King's consort.
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"Thank you, Mr. Gambler." Cooed a young lady who was exiting the airship. She kissed his cheek.
"Any time." He bid goodbye to the departing patrons. Spotting Locke, he smiled and raised a hand in greeting. "You look unwell. Did you fight?" He stepped aside for his friend to get past.
Locke shook his head. It had actually gone different than he thought it would...
Earlier in the day, at Figaro castle.
Locke located Edgar in his bedroom. His lover was still asleep, half covered beneath the light blanket. Despite the desert heat, night could get as low as 54 degrees. In the winter much lower in the 40 range. Doing his love a favor, he tugged away the blanket revealing the nudist underneath. Also common in the castle, he imagined. The temperatures being unpredictable, one tends to sleep nude. Crawling across the large bed, he rests his face upon Edgar's lap. He peppered it with kisses, licking in little taps a little lower past the base.
Edgar hummed. "Either I'm having a great dream, or someone knows a faster way to wake me than the scent of coffee." He smiled softly feeling a few bursts of air from a breathy chuckle.
The king wasn't wrong, he could use a cup. He's feeling kinda tipsy from the rum, which, when thinking about it, he hoped didn't have something 'comforting' in it. The gambler is very mysterious. Out of all his newly met friends he knows the least about him. "Want me to finish?" He licked gingerly at the tip of his flirtatious traverse.
"Tempting," Edgar grabbed his lover's upper arms and pulled him up into his arms. But, I'd rather you talk to me."
"What there to talk about?"
They can hear the light sounds of the servants setting breakfast in the commons room. The wanted aroma of roasted beans and freshly cooked ham and eggs wafted in, accompanied by warm bread dominating all savory scent from the air once present. Locke's fried brain was aching for that.
"Why did you not return after you'd gone out?" He then added. "I thought you would leave with Sabin, but he set out alone." He kissed his cheek. "Please don't just wander of with little more than a kiss goodbye and no real location."
"Ok." He sighed.
Edgar sniffed the air. "Are you drunk?"
Locke gestured with his fingers that he is, but just a little.
"I think we need to get some food in you, before we talk." Sitting up; he pat Locke on the buttocks then walked out of the room wrapped in his robe. Locke reluctant to leave the comfortable bed, followed after him.
After breakfasting then a bath, the pair sat comfortably in the common area.
"I can understand your upset, I even appreciate it. But, really, it's for nothing." He heard the door handle get touched but it did not open. He kept himself from rolling his eyes at the chancellor, calling on him so early. "I do not fall in love so easily. And the young lady in question... She won't have any feelings for me afterwards because it will be too quick."
"Quick?" After the traumatizing thoughts he's had during the night, the betraying nightmare in his brief sleep.. He thought it would go on until each was sure the deed was done. But quick?
"Yes. I'll get myself ready, and just before the finish I'll be in and out." The king stated proudly.
Locke blinked. He couldn't help but be bombarded with images. He felt.. well, embarrassed, to be honest. He was embarrassed to hear it, so he could only imagine the feelings of a virgin having to experience it. It's your first time, some guy you've barely met is nude and quite prepared for a task. Then he just... Locke gave a low whistle.
"Right?" Oblivious, Edgar grinned about his brilliant plan. "No one gets hurt. No one gets overly involved. Then you and I can get back to being happily attached. And no one can threaten your position."
'I think someone's gonna be hurt. Kinda feel bad that I'm basically ruining a woman's first experience because I'm jealous of sharing Edgar.' He scratched the back of his head.
Confused by the less than enthusiastic reaction, he asked. "No good? I have a plan B."
"No. It's fine. A great plan, but, I don't know. I kinda feel like a monster for turning someone's first time into a..." He doesn't even know how to describe it. An encounter? A situation? No. Humiliation seemed perfect.
"Operation?" He tried to help.
"Yes."
"Locke, I'm doing my best to win here, but I can't seem to break the awkward air."
"Edgar, just do what's necessary. Don't worry about me." The uncomfortable tone in his voice was hard to hide. "I'm going on a hunt, Setzer's taking me to the wastelands..." He smiled a sad smile. "I won't be away brooding, so just do right by the candidate. And by the time I'm back, everything will be done and over with. Right?"
"Assuredly."
"Great. But, do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Wear your hair in a bun."
Edgar chuckled. "My hair?" He laughed again. "Alright. I'll wear it so tight my eyes will be stuck open."
"That's all I ask." Teased Locke. Standing, he leaned over and kissed his lover's forehead then exposed collar. "I'll be in touch."
"And I'll be the same. Bye."
"Bye."
"And that's the deal." Locke said as he finished explaining all that to Setzer, as they travelled to the upper deck.
"That's too bad, I found a mole for you."
"That fast?"
"Of course. I know a lot of people - not from bed encounters, I'm simply personable. But," he raised the hatch above the ladder. "Should you change your mind, meet Ms. Perla Green."
A striking woman grinned at Locke. Her hand extended. He shook it, numb to coherent speech. Her short dark brown curls jiggle as her arm moved; her eyes are a beautiful chestnut brown, and her face has attractions dotted by her right eye, just beneath her bottom lip, and left jawline. She's slender, yet busty. And he can tell even with the dress on, she has a perfect figure. A woman like her must make a fortune.
"Nice to meet you. Setzer said you have a job for me?"
"The position has been filled." He lied.
He cannot let a Perla Green near Edgar.
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