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Gaining Nothing, or a Lot of Something	By : PenguPox Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy IX Views: 1219 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Gaining nothing, or a lot of something
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A/N: This is for all of you that like masturbation as much as I do. It's totally kinky to me.

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Well, of course he knew how the human body worked. He was something of a beginning scholar, of course he had read a book or two (or three) about anatomy... and more specifically, how sexual organs and orgasms worked.

When Vivi really thought about it, it truly was fascinating. The pulsing of the pelvis and the euphoria experienced within. “The best feeling in the world,” as many had described it in literature.

But even so, Zidane couldn't help but look suspicious of his younger friend as the boy tried to explain himself.

“I've read books about it! I know more about it than you probably do,” Vivi defended, his glowing, gold eyes narrowing behind a pair of reading glasses. Zidane watched him for a few more lasting moments... before getting a teasing grin.

“But you're a virgin.”

The young mage felt his face grow hot in a mix of shame and frustration. He wanted to snap something back, but no words came to mind.

“And furthermore,” Zidane continued, moving to stand from the fountain the two were sitting on, “have you even masturbated?”

Vivi felt himself flinch in shock, his glasses becoming crooked from the sudden movement. Did Zidane really just suggest...!?

“ O-Of course not!” He was beginning to sputter, his cheeks becoming uncomfortably hot. He was blushing, and thankfully, the other couldn't see it. “I-I'm not some... some narcissist.”

Zidane placed his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side, watching as his friend fidgeted with his gloved hands. A long, awkward pause followed as Zidane examined the young man.

“That's unhealthy, ya know,” the genome finally stated, Vivi looking up from underneath his hat in an almost terrified manner, “it's not narcissistic, it's a natural part of being a guy, like... like peeing standing up!” At the offered suggestion, the ex-thief threw his arms out with a wide grin.

Vivi just watched the other with contemplative golden eyes, a mix of emotions and thoughts swimming in them... before finally jerking his head away, hiding behind the shield of his old, floppy hat. “You're making fun of me...” he stated silently, causing Zidane to feel a twinge of guilt overcome him, dropping his arms and trying for a well-meaning smile.

“Maybe a little,” the genome admitted, moving over to rest a hand on the boy's shoulder, “you don't have to if you don't want to, but in all honesty...” Zidane rubbed the back of his head as the mage looked up at him inquisitively, “you could really use the 'best feeling in the world.' You're always working and you look stressed to all hell. No offense.” The tailed blond reached forward to fix Vivi's askew glasses for him, the mage looking aside and to the cobbled ground.

“None taken,” he muttered softly, moving to stand next to his best friend, “and... I'll think about it.”

“Good,” Zidane patted the teen's shoulder, who could only muster a weak smile as a response, “let's get something to eat, alright? You look a little underfed....”

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Work was starting to wear thin on Vivi as the day dipped deeper and deeper into night. A grandfather clock blasted from down the hall signifying that it was already midnight, causing the teen to throw off his glasses and rub his eyes in frustration.

“I'm not even close to being done,” he muttered, looking down to the speech that was only three pages long. Three hours later and he had only covered half of the content he was supposed to include. Being a commission writer wasn't as glamorous as he had hoped.

He whined a bit as he dug his eyes into his wrists, the onset of a headache threatening to ruin his night. He looked down to the paper again, his stomach churning at the idea of even picking up the pen again, his eyes grazing over to the red satin bed that Garnet had provided for him. He wasn't exactly tired, just... stressed.

Stressed... what Zidane said earlier was starting to inch into his thoughts. Relieving stress... doing the “dirty...”

Vivi pursed his lips, his cheeks becoming flushed from embarrassment. It felt so unnatural to him, like it was a sin of lust rather than a stress reliever or even something romantic. It was something Grandpa told him was “not for little boys,” but he wasn't a little boy anymore, now, was he?

He looked cautiously over to the standing mirror across the room, almost afraid his own reflection would jump out and strangle him. Sitting huddled in the armchair was a skinny seventeen year old with ebony skin and golden eyes, wearing a white tunic haphazardly thrown on and a pair of comfortable brown slacks. His hat and gloves were still on in case someone happened to come in.

His eyes flickered across the gloves, his thoughts swimming in a mass of fear and anxiety. After a few moments of tense hesitation, Vivi slowly pulled the gloves' fingers to reveal delicate black hands. Those hands moved upward to grasp at the edge of his hat nervously, pulling forward and letting black bangs curl around an equally black face, a braid falling limply over his left shoulder. He looked into the mirror one last time to see his effeminate face outlined by the lamp light, plush lips parted gently and eyes partially closed. He reached forward over his paper work to turn the lamp's knob until the oil lit flame died, moonlight the only thing that remained.

Slowly and carefully he moved across the wooden floor boards as though he were a prowling cat, his blush growing brighter and brighter as he nervously moved to rest upon the red satin, his legs tucking up close to his chest as he laid there thoughtfully.

… he had no idea how to get himself started.

Chewing on his lower lip the mage moved cautiously onto his back, his soft fingertips moving to lift the white of his tunic and exposing his black belly to the moonlight. He closed his eyes and willed himself to relax, his other hand moving to pull his hair out of its confining braid, the black locks gliding across the sheets as well as his thin shoulders. Vivi's lips tightened into a thin line as the hand slid higher, exposing his chest as well. Small remnants of fat still lingered on his thin figure from when he was a chubby little kid, causing his skin to look smooth as compared to how boney it would have been besides.

A callused finger flicked at one of his nipples on accident, causing him to let out a small gasp through gently parted lips, golden eyes opening a tad bit as though to look into a lover's face. Pretending that another person touched him rather than himself seemed to comfort his senses. Closing his eyes again he took hold of that nipple, moving his index and middle finger around it to spark the erogenous zone, allowing a tiny little moan to pass through his teeth.

Fingertips on the opposite hand slid down over his stomach, causing the muscle there to flinch and tense under the sensation. Those fingertips slid themselves slowly into his slacks, his teeth nibbling at his lip again when he realized that he had become a little bit excited. Vivi moved a bit faster, throwing his hips from side to side to wiggle out of the pants as his hand guided the cloth down, himself becoming exposed to the cold night air.

His thumb moved to caress his shaft rather quickly, unaware of the shock of pleasure that would go through him. His eyes opened and he gave out a little hiccup of pleasured surprise. The mage paused for a moment to look down at the offending thing that was beginning to stand on its own, black as night, just like the rest of him. After a moment of realizing that he had simply come too far to stop now, he laid his head back down and lifted fingertips to trace along the shaft, a little shiver moving through him.

Vivi moved them up to the head, his thumb rubbing under the gland at a tender spot he had read about, a sudden shock of what could only be pleasure running through him and sparking behind his eyes. Uncontrollably he let out a cry, muffled only by the swift hand that placed itself over his gasping mouth. His eyes opened a little bit, watering gently, before closing again and tilting his head back, continuing to experiment with this pleasurable spot. His hand tightened around his mouth as he continued to move his thumb in a quick motion, his other fingers massaging the head and one of them playing gently at the urethra.

Shivers racked his hips and back, his toes curling around the bed sheets, his cries becoming louder and beating against the hand that held them back. Vivi moved his hand to give the shaft a bit of attention, forming a loose fist that moved quickly up and down his length. Unable to keep his hand at his mouth any longer he grasped hard at the sheets, breathy little sobs and whines of pleasure filling the night air.

The young mage was starting to feel a sort of stinging sensation, as though waves of electricity poured from his member and spread through the rest of him, all the way to his toes and the tips of his fingers. His forehead and cheeks were flushed, heat resonating from them, his mouth open and desperately trying to catch breaths as he felt his body become more and more taut.

He threw his head from side to side, suddenly feeling horribly uncomfortable in his own skin. It took him a few seconds to realize he still had clothes on, wanting to hit himself for the stupidity.

Spreading his legs to keep his erection safe, he sat up and hastily pulled the tunic over his head, the sweat on his arms and shoulders becoming chill in the cold air. Throwing it over the side of the bed, he leaned forward, struggling to get the pants off, pulling short but skinny legs from the brown fabric.

He sat there for a few moments, his breathing coming out in hard exhales, his chest heaving. His member was begging him to continue, twitching under the simplest of touches. Vivi gazed downward, the glow from his eyes adding a golden hue to his bare figure.

Spreading his legs and leaning back on one hand he lifted his hand and spat into his palm, a thin trail of saliva sticking to his chin as he moved the hand down to apply it to his shaft, curling his fingers around himself to get back into the rhythmic motions. The added lubricant removed whatever uncomfortable friction he was experiencing before, causing him to gasp and moan loudly in response to the added comfort. The mage threw his head back and cried out into the air, he knees almost pressing together as he felt the electric feeling intensify, feeling every inch of his skin burn as though flames danced across him. Vivi moved his hand faster, the light in his glowing eyes rolling back into his head as he closed them, his lips clumsily pleading, “please... oh Ramuh please...”

He suddenly felt as though his skin was imploding, the sparking behind his eyes moving outwards through out his head. His body jerked, his toes and fingers curling around the bed sheets, his mouth opened wide as he let out a long, breathy cry. An intense pleasure racked his body for a few moments before calming, fatigue washing over him like a tidal wave, his sweating body struggling to keep himself in a sitting position as he felt his taut muscle suddenly weaken. The young boy felt himself grow limp, releasing himself and looking down to see white contrasting splatters along his ebony torso and thighs. He also saw something else that caused his eyes to widen.

He was on fire... quite literally actually, burn-less blue flames flickering off of his skin and licking at the satin sheets weakly. They died slowly, sinking into his skin, confirming that they had in fact come from him. He wiped his hand onto his chest to rid it of the semen, moving to run that hand through the black hair that stuck to his face.

Vivi had never imagined that it would have been so intense, especially to the point of exhausting him as much as it had. He looked over to the desk where he had been sitting a few moments before, frowning at it and deeming it unimportant in comparison to sleep. He wondered what had changed... he felt a change, but he wasn't sure what it was, no amount of books or literature were able to tell him exactly what he gained.

Had he grown up a little? Had he opened his heart to the act of sex, of romance? He lifted his fingertips to move them over his lips, a sudden urge to feel another person's mouth against them. Did he want to feel pleasure in the form of companionship? That was probably why he was so apprehensive about the act to begin with.

Vivi allowed his body to fall onto the bed sheets, wiggling around to try and pull the sheets from underneath himself with as much of his strength as humanly possible. Collapsing against the cold pillow that awaited him, his sweaty hair sticking to everything it touched, his eyes drifted closed, a tiny smile playing at his lips. Sure, he had done something “dirty,” but damn did it feel great. He allowed himself to fall into a heavy slumber as he looked forward to some day repeating the act with another.

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A/N: Sorry for such an abrupt ending, but I'll probably write more one-shots/maybe something with a plot eventually.
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