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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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"Have you lost it?!" Came the quiet shout while Perla Green made her departure. "You can't expect me to hire someone that looks like that. I'd fuck her. Do you really think I would let Edgar around her?"
"Well what did you think she'd look like? A dowdy matron?" Setzer wondered, confused by the reaction. "I've slept with her countless times, I'm certain she was the right choice. It's all business with her - well, concerning others." He grinned in boasting that they simply enjoyed each other's company in the sheets.
"...You do know that she can't continue whoring once hired? She'll be carrying the heir of Figaro. She'll be living in the castle from then on."
Setzer rolled his eyes. "You only said you want someone to be chosen for the task of not being seduced by Edgar."
Locke blinked. Is that really what he said at its core? Shaking his head, he waved it off. "Forget it. Ed and I have come to an agreement, and I've decided that while I'm away, he can do his duties without me interrupting." He left out the personal bashing of himself being neurotic and emotional.
A sigh escaped the gambler's mouth. He supposed it's his own fault for wanting to be helpful.
Locke pat his friend on the shoulder. "Thanks anyway. But, let's hurry up out of here. The sooner I'm the less likely I'll get cold feet about leaving."
Once Perla Green departed the craft, The Falcon set sail into the sky.
The Wastelands were far worse than the gambler had assumed. There was almost nowhere to land. They had arrived a day after setting off. He was proud of the quick time they made it to the location. He surely did meet his match against The Blackjack. However, once Blackjack II is built, it shall be the fastest craft in the sky.
The Falcon landed on a flattened surface.
"You owe me if my shop sinks into a hole." Setzer informed as they exited the vessel.
Locke offered a small laugh. His feet hit the ground very solidly. He doubted they landed on a sink hole. The bag over his shoulder carrying his escovating tools clatered as he walked up lumps and bumps. "Setzer?" He looked over his shoulder when he heard no other footsteps but his own. "Aren't you coming?"
"Must I?"
"Where's your sense of adventure?"
"I fly around in a giant ship made of wood and metal, with little more to depend on but a balloon I hope stays strong enough to hold it." He stepped off said ship despite his complaint. "I should think that's a quota met."
"What's to be scared of underground?" Locke muttered. "It's safer."
"If you want to be buried, and inaudible from help." He muttered.
"Hardly."
As if to prove Setzer's point, a sudden boom caught their attention.
"Fluke." Stated the treasure hunter. "Just stay close."
He, with a disagreeing gambler, ventured into the mouth of a cave.
...
My dearest Locke,
This has been the longest three days of my entire existence as King of Figaro. Ladies in, ladies out. However, I have finally chosen my top three. I had my artist draw their portrait for you to see them.
Edgar looked beside the sheet of paper to where the photos are placed in wait to be attached to the note. Tapping the table with the end of the pen, he then continued.
Sidonie Roussel, Margerette Soyer, and Veronica Caussade. They are lovely both physically and in personality. The others were so boring I fell asleep twice in their company. I had to excuse myself that I had been up many a days trying to choose. Truth is, I sleep better with you around.
I do hope that your hunt is a success. And that this matter is a thing of the past upon your return. Give me the remainder of the week, plus an additional 3 days to do the task. I shall pen you when the doctor gives me word that our coupling has taken.
Only yours,
Edgar Figaro.
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Setzer was seriously having a nervous break. If the cave gave just one more mini tremor, he was going to create a new exit simply by going through the soft earth until he found fresh air again. Locke was in his element, he seemed experienced with such naturemade occurrences because he would pause his tapping, chiseling, and scraping when it happens. His satchel held everything necessary for digging up treasures. Nothing so dramatic as a device to bring the place down on them, yet...
Setzer cleared his throat. "That's the fifth one.. I really think we should go."
"Fifth, yes, but it's not earthquakes, it's just the ground settling from being touched."
"Oh fine, my ship with sink into the earth and crush us."
"No. Your ship is three miles back. We're probably beneath a boulder, if anything."
"Uh-huh... Do you happen to know my only fear in life is enclosed spaces?"
Locke only glanced at his panicked friend. They were going to be fine. He's experienced a lot worse. He knows the signs of a cave in. Going back to what he was doing, he said. "Grab a pick; maybe you'll find something." He added. "It's a good distraction; beats standing around worrying."
"A corpse." Muttered the gambler. He knelt down beside Locke and dug though the satchel. He removed a small gardening hoe. "Like this?"
Locke watched Setzer timidly pick at the soft soil of the cave wall. Slower than necessary, but correct. He nodded his answer then returned to what he was doing. So far he's found a pocket watch made of real silver and gold, a gold chain, 100 in gold pieces, and a few too many useless items of clothing. That didn't mean they belonged to corpses, as Setzer worried he'd expose, it could have been laundry. The world was devastated in the change, anything could be buried in the ground just waiting to be unearthed. Look at what Edgar found beneath his castle. An entire other castle! So tossed laundry is a high possibility just as easily as a toothbrush.
"I once found pieces of a house," the hunter commented. "It's common."
"Good thing you're drawing a map, is the end of the matter." Came the reply. He scooped away some dirt.
"It's not just for us; since the world changed, and not many brave exploring it, I've become one of six cartographers."
"Truly? That's amazing."
Embarrassed by the compliment, he accepted it with a smile. They worked in companionable silence. Locke turned out to be right, it was a good distraction. He didn't notice anymore tremors, whether that's because they stopped or they were smaller in magnitude. Either was fine for the anxious gambler. He even found an amethyst!
There were two encounters with monsters, but they were quickly taken care of with the blade-edge sharp boomerang, and a scatter of poisonous darts. Although, the wild movement caused by the toxic overtake gave them a slight worry of a cave in, but the monster soon dropped to the ground and died.
After another hour, they exited the dig site to return to the ship for food and drink, though not before a nice hot bath.
Locke Cole tilted his head back in the slow inching bliss of the heated water inching up his descending body. It brought a smile to his face about fucking in reverse as his base if being covered in heat before the head of his sex. Once submerged, he wasted no time in stroking the silkily flowing washing cloth over his member. He read Edgar's letters, and just the thought of his lover's voice made his body jump with want.
During the flight to the Wastelands, he was surprised that Edgar had missed him in his bed as he felt the same sleeping without his beloved. Not to mention the slight motion sickness resting on a moving vessel. To wake up with a queasy stomach was no picnic. He wouldn't have noticed if Edgar was with him as he had been during the war.
He sighed again, then again. His strokes met his thrusts with deliberate slow attention to detail. The cloth would wiggle about him as he bucked upwards; he gently squeezed now and then. His free hand gripped the edge of the bath when a shiver penetrated the agonizing pace. His thighs tightened and quivered; he picked up the pace, strengthened his grip, and rode his hand in earnest; the opposite leg of his free hand slung itself over the edge of the tub and gripped it for momentum. He whispered with greed for his illusionary lover for more. His head fell back as the bob of his lower head brushed the enclosed cove of the cloth and he let go.
'This is unfair torture! Edgar at least has another person to imagine me... Maybe I should take Setzer up on his earlier offer?' He slowly calmed his heightened breathing. Most of what would mess the water was smashed into the rag, so he had clean water to remove the dirt from the dig from him without adding on new messes. He got out of the bath ten minutes later, smelling wonderfully of almond milk and honey. 'No wonder women are always pawing at Setzer, if he smells like this around them.' He delighted in the scent of himself. He enjoyed the notable softness as well.
The pilot was down in the kitchen setting a spread onto a small table. He was clean and dressed in new clothing as well.
"I hope you're in the mood for chicken, because that's all I've got right now."
"Chicken is fine." He pulled the seat out. "Edgar wrote," he sat. "He says "Hi" and things are going well. He picked the top three, and planned to choose the final girl by tonight."
"Wonderful!" Declared Setzer, he sat as well.
The pair dug into the sliced chicken breast over roasted brussel sprouts.
"Rice?" Locke noticed. It's eaten but not a very common food. Most usually have potatoes or mashed peas.
"Yes, I was in Tzen before stopping through South Figaro."
"That reminds me," Locke took a bite, it was nice. He rarely got a chance to eat rice, so the change was welcomed. "What were you really doing in S.F?"
"Honestly? There has been talk of a cult going around." He chewed a bite of chicken. "I wanted in. Not for the sake of joining, but because I believe a friend of mine might have joined, I'd like for him to leave if he has."
Locke wasn't familiar with any cult activity in the south. But he has heard about it; they usually circulate around Zozo or Tzen. Maybe they're expanding the field. "Don't they just stand around being told what to do while worshipping Goddesses?" He didn't mean for it to sound so trivial in the matter of Setzer's friend, but he couldn't help but think the gambler was putting too much concern in the matter.
"Normally... being brainwashed would be his business, but... There's something off about this group in particular. I just don't know.. which is why I stalked one of them, and wound up in Figaro."
"I can help, if you want?"
Setzer shook his head. "Not right now. I'm just researching. But, if I find out anything foul, I'll send word to you."
When the meal finished through light conversation, Locke and Setzer retired to the common room; the host put on some music and they sat and listened quietly. The treasure hunter was sure his friend was thinking about his personal hunt for his friend, and he was overcome with thoughts of Edgar. His Edgar.. choosing a woman tonight to be the mother of the kingdom's heir. No matter how much he tried to just be accepting of the predicament, he just kept getting bowled over by images. Touches, sounds, emotions. Everything that goes into sex will be present in the coupling. There is no avoiding it. No matter how creepy Edgar may present it to the young woman by a penetration then pull-out. Sex is sex.
"Let's do it." He declared to his friend.
"Do what?" He looked over his shoulder upon seeing movement from his peripheral.
"Don't play coy," he dropped himself over Setzer's hips; suddenly he was able to appreciate the wideness of the two-seater couch his friend is lounging on. He's able to situate himself perfectly around his friend's hips. "You offered. I'm taking you up on it."
Setzer snickered, believing it was a joke. "Why all of a sudden?" He shifted around beneath the sudden human binding. "And I said "kiss" not sex."
"Same thing."
"Uh-huh." He gave Locke a little shove. "Well?"
"Well, what? I'm serious." He lowered himself so that he was almost nose to nose with the gambler.
"But the moment has passed,"
There was a sudden scuffle of attack and defense between Locke's hands and Setzer's as the treasure hunter intended to remove his friend's pants. Despite Locke's sincere attempt through Setzer's semi deflecting through laughter, he wasn't able to bear any fruit.
"Stop, stop... why are you so suddenly hopped up?"
"Because... You're oddly attractive."
Setzer offered his friend a belligerent look.
Locke rolled his eyes. In truth, Setzer is attractive, even with the scars. His has an alluring mystery about him, while being very simple. He's no Edgar Figaro, but not all men can be Figarian adonises like the twin brothers. The gambler has simple handsomeness, like himself. "Okay, okay... Edgar's gonna pick a girl by tonight.. by tonight he might even bed her... I figure, having sex with you will - -"
"Spite Edgar?" Setzer scoffed. "Sorry, but I won't sleep with you out of spite."
"Okay then, I'm horny."
Setzer shook his head. Locke already admitted spite, the deal was off. "I can see getting excited through your anger; I've had angry sex before." He smiled at the memory. "But, this is different. Edgar really isn't doing anything wrong, and sleeping with me to hurt him only hurts the two of you."
Locke released a sigh. He was right, of course. He would have to tell Edgar. He'd feel like a jackass by not telling him. Maybe he could write Edgar and ask for permission to satiate a need for pleasure? It's only fair. If Edgar has been playing a one-man show without him at his side, he'll eventually have someone there whilst he still suffers in the ache.
"You can get off me now," Setzer said; he watched the wheels turn in his friend's mind through expression, and knew the aforementioned moment was done.
Teasing, Locke said. "Make me."
With a laugh, Setzer cupped Locke's cheeks in his hands then pulled him down to him planting a kiss upon his lips. That pretty much did it, and the shocked treasure hunter popped off of the amorous gambler in a heartbeat.
Setzer laughed and sat up. "Reason why not number two, you wouldn't even know what to do with yourself with me."
"Right," he rolled his eyes; his weight dropped back onto the coffee table. "Have you ever been with a guy before?" He goaded. "I would spin your head off."
Setzer thought about it. "Mmm, there's a very good chance. I've had coed orgies. As far as anyone male touching me during it.. I can't be sure; a hole is a hole. But, no I've never been penetrated by a man. A woman, yes, but no male."
Locke cocked his head. He's heard of such women, but that sounded like something out of oddity tales. "Was she really? Or just a guy in burlesque?"
"No, she was female. Had a female hole as well as male genitals..." He smirked. "I should look her up again." He mumbled to himself. He felt a bit of a throb recalling the new intrusive pleasure from her. His gaze suddenly fell to Locke. He wondered if it would really be so different?
Noticing the lingering gaze, he crossed his legs. "Don't get interested now."
"Too late, I'm intrigued." Reaching forward he yanked his friend onto his lap.
Locke felt like a child about to hear a ridiculous story, and shifted his position of bridal style seating to straddle. He leaned close to his friend's lips and whispered. "I told you nevermind."
"Technically, I told you. Now I'm saying what's the harm." A wolfish glimmer sparkled in the hazel gaze. "Let's just have a bit of fun between us." His hand caressed through the hair on the back of Locke's head.
Locke swallowed hard. Should he? Would it be weird. Crossing the line is the better question. Just this once... He parted his lips when feeling Setzer's hands grip his rear and part him a bit, even through his pants.
Setzer laughed and patted Locke on the buttocks. "I told you that you wouldn't know what to do with me. I was kidding by the way. Come on, man, get a grip on yourself about this." He stood to change the music. "It will be over with before you know it. Then you can blow Edgar's mind with how much you've missed him." He then smiled playfully. "If you two ever want a threesome, look me up first."
Locke squinted at his friend. What a flirt.
Dearest Locke,
I have decided on Sidonie as my courtesan. Wish me luck on the first try. I can't wait to see you again, you must be terribly lonely, in the sense that I am lonely. I know you have Setzer there; you two have fun. I will await your return.
Thank you again for understanding all of this. It is rather a mess, isn't it. I would understand if you're upset enough to dislike me or be upset. So thank you for giving me permission.
I love you always and forever,
Edgar
X x X
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