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Gambit, by Nemo

Author: Nemo. [ JackOfSpades@narod.ru ]
Disclaimer: Naturally, I don't own FF6. I gain nothing from this work except maybe a few flames.
Warnings: Yaoi (Homosexual relationships). Lemon (Sex). Language. SM themes. Everything's as usual, hah.
The Drop of Color arc evolves around Kefka of FF6. I'd advice to read the stories chronologically, though it isn't critical- at this stage, at least, they aren't that related. :)
This first part, Gambit, pictures Kefka's first experiences. *Cough*.

Gambit:

Any opening which contains a planned sacrifice of material, usually to promote rapid development or control of the center. (Chessmaster Glossary)

Gambit.

I remember.
I woke up then, the first time, in a glass tank. I fought the tubes, the needles, screamed into the oxygen mask that covered my nose and mouth.
Nothing. The same distorted shapes beyond the glass.
Finally, I gave up. I floated in silence, breathing hungrily.
Time passed, and two shapes approached me. I was startled, realizing that I hear their footsteps and their words.
At once, any fear I used to feel was gone leaving only curiosity, and I assumed the passive position I woke up in: floating, staring forward. I instinctively felt that I shouldn't be alive now, yet, and any sign of life I'd produce would interrupt their talk.
Why for? I can always wink or something if I'd like to.
Hah, imagine their faces if..!
But no, I'll let them ramble on and see what I'll learn.
Two old faces appeared before me, as they leaned closer to the glass.
"...and this is the second one, my lord." One of them said. He sounded eerie, as if he was straining and screaming miles away from me.
The second old man approvingly examined me from head to toe and nodded, but then sharply turned to his left. As I later discovered, it was the other tank that he found more interesting.
"Umm, my lord?" The first one said.
"Yes Cid?" The 'lord' turned back unwillingly.
"As I started saying before, they're everything you asked for my emperor, and even a little more!" started the excited Cid, clearly
unaware of the other's disinterest.
"I thought that it'd be a shame not to use this wonderful opportunity, and allowed myself to add to the project the latest experimental artificial personality feature..."
"And of what use might that be to me?" The Emperor-Of-Whateverland interrupted.
"Why my lord, they'll be able to think for themselves!" Cid said, unmoved. I guessed he was used to such treatment. I was right.
"Think about it, my lord! Unlike Terra who is no more than a war machine, these'll be intelligent, superior war machines!"
"I beg your pardon?" Said the emperor, in a voice that was all but begging. "What's wrong with Terra?"
"Oh, nothing is wrong, my lord! Just place for improvement." I heard a faint clapping, and deducted that it must've been Cid. Excellent, boy. Go you.

Meanwhile, the old scientist rambled on: "...Terra is no more than a powerful weapon. She's mindless, and does whatever she's been ordered to..."
"Is that bad?" The Emperor said dryly.
"Not at all," Said the frustrated Cid.
"I only mean that these two will have power similar to Terra's, but also brilliant minds! Superior intelligence, especially suited for strategical thinking! They won't be destructive mindless weapons, but destructive brilliant humans!" It sounded as if he was close to drooling.
"Hmmm." Was the emperor's reply. "Humans." He then added, squinting to his left.
"Exactly, my lord!" Cid rejoiced. "And they're almost ready! Two generals to serve you! Two perfect humans,
possessing great physical, mental, and magical power my lord!"
"Very well." Said the emperor finally. "Go on. They're almost ready, I gather?"
"Yes my lord." Cid replied.
"Very well. Very well. Then soon the invasion will begin." His grin was so wide that even I could see it.

"I placed a large bet on this project Cid." He added. "Do not fail me."
They left then, Cid mumbling approvals, the emperor staring in an opposite direction. Probably at the other tank.
Project? Me?
Thoughts, images, words flashed in my mind, as I listened to the distorted, fading sound of footsteps.
Me and somebody else.
Generals. In that old man's army?
Superior intelligence, Uweheehee... you bet, two old suckers.
Physical...
Mental...
Magical...
Magical?
Something stirred within me, as I tried to find the meaning of the word.
Magic is Power, I realized suddenly. It equals power. It was an axiom and required no proof.
My mind reached inside, touching the stirring force, and then I lost control.
I can't describe what exactly was it that I did, but it caused the whole darned tank to explode.
I tore away the needles and the sensors, all that leeching shit that was attached to me. I tugged the mask down and almost suffocated.

Soon my body adjusted itself to the air, and I regained enough senses to realize that I was sitting in a puddle full of glass shards, with a dozen of workers gawping at me.
I looked down, and sa wet wet, naked, bleeding body.
I looked at the audience and stared laughing.
Soon someone took control and ordered some of the workers to take me away. I laughed on as they bind me and carried me out of the room.

Before we exited though, I tilted my head sidewayd mad managed to catch a glimpse of the other tank and the glistening, pale shape of a naked woman inside.
I woke up, and only the very fact that I woke up made me realize that I passed out. Ah, more skillful analytical thinking by Mister-Experimental-Servant, bless his psychotic heart.

Yes, I sensed that something's... unusual about me from the start, but I was sure I'll get along well with it.
I started giggling and raised my head a little, trying to see something beside the blank
ceiling.

The strain was quite rewarding. I laid on the bed in a richly furnished room, where more or less everything was draped with red banners and embroided with gold.
"Like what you see?" Asked a blank voice behind me. I abruptly stopped laughing, and tried to turn around but failed.
I was still tied up.
Cords held my wrists together behind my back, and so were my ankles. Apparently I was also connected to the bed, but I wasn't able to see how.
Ah well, if I managed to break out of the tank I'm sure I can free myself out of this just as easily.

But there's no reason to hurry, right?
Hmhmmuheeheeheeee...
"So you do like it." Said the voice. The man leisurely walked into my view, and sat at my bedside.
He was wide shouldered, very well built. A blonde
Mohawk haircut looked weird above his plain military suit.
But I liked it.
"Yes, I like what I see." I told him, and chuckled.

There was no change in his expression, only a brief, dangerous flare in his eyes when he looked at me.
"Good." he said plainly, and continued to examine me. I found it a little disturbing.
"Odd. Hadn't you enough time to look at me while I was unconscious?" I said blatantly.
He didn't answer.
He started to annoy me.
"Who are you? Why are you here? Why am I all tied up like that?" I snapped at him.
"Answering your first question: My name is Leo." He said. "The answer to the second question is the same as to the third. The answer to the third question is: Because you are considered dangerous."
"What're you tryin' to do, Leo? Mock me?" I hissed.
"Not at all." He answered. I could almost physically feel his eyes upon me.
I found it exciting somehow, which left me a little peeved.
Finally I sighed, and asked "Where am I?"
"Your room." He replied.
Now that started to get interesting, even if a little illogical. Heh, who needs logic anyway? Interesting is enough to get me playing along.
"Fine then," I continued the little interrogation, "Why ain't I in a prison cell? Or in other words: Why do I have such a room if I'm so dangerous?"
I stared at him, square in the eye, waiting for the flare to appear.
He paused a little, obviously deciding what to say.
The flare appeared again, and was even wilder this time. I noticed tenseness in his features as he said "The bonds really are an
exaggeration."
I couldn't understand why this reply was so important for him, until he reached out and touched the cord that tied my
ankles. Except that he missed the cord by half an inch.
His fingers froze to my skin. His face suddenly became so concentrated that I had to make a serious effort not to burst out laughing.
"Yees, the bonds are of no use. This incident... it was spontaneous... it's not going to happen again..." I cooed instead.
His fingers started exploring my soft, pale skin, following the cord to the left and the right.
My eyes followed the motion, a grin spreading wide upon my face. Yees my dear, we are going to advance to something much more interesting, aren't we?
His fingers slowly spread, and soon the whole palm was caressing my flesh.
I don't know who you really are Leo, or what are you really doing here, I thought as I watched the man bite his lip. I do not, but I know for sure that you starve for something. And you think you know the way to satiate your hunger, to fill the void inside. Most likely, you are wrong. But who am I to show you the way? I don't even know it myself.
I'll let you wander blindly, and watch as you search for it and finally find it, by trying and mistaking and trying again. Or maybe you won't ever find it. I won't grieve about this or about anything else, I assure you.
But I'll watch with interest
nonetheless.
His hand advanced higher, up my leg. Suddenly he looked up and his flaming eyes met mine.
I swear I almost turned to ashes.
Oh, if looks could kill, the darling emperor would be scraping the soot off the
ceiling by now.
What an interesting, tormented person you are Leo. Do you even know what you want? I thought as I looked back at the man, who kept staring at me as if enchanted.
What's wrong? I wanted to laugh in his face. What's wrong, you can't decide what you want more? To kill me or to fuck me?
Heehee, I just can't understand the fuss. How many of us are pondering the same question everyday?

More than you can think of, I'm sure.
Suddenly, Leo was on the bed, his hand sliding up and then aside, grabbing my ass.
What, we finally overcame it?
"You wanted to untie me." I reminded him.
He pretended not to hear me. Or maybe really was that absorbed in his own battle, hell knows. Still, I preferred to think he pretended. It was what I would've done in his place.
"Hey!" I said.
He finally left my ass and reached into his boot. As I looked with interest, he took out a nasty-looking dagger. I whistled.
Any thought of danger never even
occurred in my mind back then.
He ignored me. What a surprise.
He reached behind my back and cut some of them, and then returned the dagger to it's place inside his boot.
While I tried to figure out what the fuck it all was supposed to be, he reached behind my back again. I had no idea what he's doing there, but apparently he severed the cords that tied me to the bed. I realized it as soon as he grabbed one of the remaining cords and casually lifted me up.
Only these cords. I started to understand what he's getting at, the bastard.
Fine, I thought, fine. Go on.
And he did.

I found myself in his arms, my back and tied arms pressed to his chest. One of his hands was wrapped around my waist, the other
traveled across my chest and stomach. I felt his warm breath on the side of my neck, and a stiff bulge in his pants beneath me.
What received most of my attention though, was a wide mirror I could now see from my position.
Is that me? I thought, looking at the tall, lean and pale creature in the arms of Leo's reflection. I stared at my own staring watery green eyes, at the long, lank blonde hair curtaining a gaunt, sharp featured face.
Splendid, I thought in a burst of anger, as my narcissism suffered a painful blow. Looking like a wet rat, aren't we? Dear mister Leo has a very weird taste, if that's what turns him on.
Apparently it did, because Leo just paused his exploration for a quick pinch at my left nipple.

I squirmed in surprise and gasped as he squeezed and twisted it, enjoying my seeming hopelessness.
Damn, not now! I wanted to say, can't you see it's the first time I'm really looking at myself? but I didn't. My irritation drowned in the stunning wave of arousal that swept over me.
He lifted me up a little and turned, and then my left side was leant against his chest. I narrowed my eyes in pleasure as his tongue circled around my nipple.
Should the way I look disturb me so much? It isn't my problem after all, but of those who look at me. And as long as they like what they see...
Leo broke off my nipple, and started unbuttoning his shirt in a desire-driven haste.

I turned away and looked at the mirror.
I was too pale, I decided. Uninteresting. Unlively. Like a corpse.

There were the thin glass cuts, but those didn't really stand out. The only really colorful organ in me was my cock. It was red and erect, and purple at the top, and standing out in a way I found very annoying. My cock isn't something I'm going to wave around, is it?
I pictured it to myself for a moment, and started laughing like a madman.

Oh, color is something we can always add, I thought, eyeing Leo maliciously.
He threw his shirt to the floor and dumped me back onto the bed, unfastening his trousers.
I raised myself up on my aching, tied arms and licked his earlobe.

As I felt his breath quicken, warming my neck, I bit the earlobe slightly and whispered "Come on, untie my arms."
He didn't. I only heard the low, eager sound he let out as he freed his erection.
"Then at least the feet, damn you!" My whispers grew agitated.
He cupped my chin with one strong hand, and the other forcefully opened my mouth. He looked into my eyes, grinning viciously, and planted a deep, crushing, desirous kiss on my mouth.

The hand he used to force it open was holding the back of my head, pressing, as if he wanted to devour me.
I sucked his tongue eagerly, and as he broke the kiss I slowly licked my lips.
Hmmm, who would've thought another's mouth could be tasty? This first day is full of discoveries.
He looked at me, flushed red and slightly panting, thinking about something. As predictable a person as he may be, I never succeeded reading his immediate thoughts. Not then, and not ever.
He grabbed my waist and turned me over. I landed face down onto the bedspread. My eyes watered from my nose's impact on the bed, and the rubbing on my nipples and erection caused me to bite the bedspread.
I soon felt his hands on my hips, my ass, my back. Then I was raised to my knees, my face still buried in the bedspread, my hands straining in vain against the bonds.
He placed a hand on my side, and the other one spread my ass until I felt something hot at the entrance.
Gee, what could it be? I thought, Three guesses! and started laughing.
Naturally, he paid no attention to the muffled sniggering, and forcefully pushed his way inside.
Did I expect him to care about me and do it a little more gently? No, not really. But I also didn't expect it to hurt so much. Hey, I was as inexperienced as one could get, even though full of bravado.
Then he fucked me, moving in and out, hard, deep and fast. The pain came in sharp, cutting bursts, and my laughter and breath stuck halfway up my throat.
I felt the blood trickling down my thighs, down my genitals.
I thought that the rest should be easier, as the blood must form a crude lubricant, but it wasn't. Each push inside rubbed at the torn tissue, causing pain I never knew was possible.
You'll pay for that, bloody bastard, I promised, in a titanic effort to hold inside the tears and the screams.
But the frightening thing was the fact that I actually enjoyed it. My erection never softened, and my tormented ass was raised high to meet the next round of unheard-of pain and undreamt-of pleasure.
As Iw usw used to the pain, I moved back, impaling myself further. I gritted my teeth and explored the new, contradicting sensations I kept discovering, listening to my body with fascination.
I felt the trickle of the sweat and the blood down my hot, flushed skin.
I felt the soft fabric of the bedspread beneath me, and inhaled it's fresh scent.
I fele rue rubbing of the cords against my flesh. My fingers, clenched into fists.
I felt the burning within me, and the exquisite tremor that passed through my whole body each time a certain point inside was struck.
I felt the slight swaying of my erection, back and forth, in rhythm with the violent thrashing of my body, and the maddening trickle of hot blood to the length of it.
And then, to my great surprise, Leo pulled himself out but didn't push back. My shaking body was lifted up again, and I found myself laying on my back. His mouth, twisted in a dark, savage grin, landed upon my own with another smashing kiss.
He reached into his boot and took the dagger out again, then swiftly cut the remaining bonds.

I'd be damned if I understood this guy.
This time the dagger was thrown aside. I heard it's clang on the stone floor as I rubbed and moved my aching arms and legs back and forth with an amused reliefp>
p>
Leo watched me, the hate and desire in eyes intense as never before. "You are a monster, Kefka." he said.
"I know." I lied.
I had no idea what he's talking about, but being a monster sounded good to me. And what is Kefka? My Name? What kind of a name is that?
He pushed me onto the bed again, his left hand on my chest, forcing me down. His right reached down to pick up a cord.
He raised his arm, staring at me with those enchanted, burning eyes. Then he brought the cord down hard, lashing and whipping my sides and my arms that I raised in
defense.

Once, twice, three times, four...
I couldn't stop laughing.
Finally he paused, panting, and spread my legs. He never parted with the cord, I noticed.

I layed there, leant on my arms, legs around Leo's waist, impatiently awaiting the new thrill.
I wasn't disappointed. He landed on me, immediately grabbing my ass, and pushed himself back inside.
I moaned as he started thrusting in and out, this time slowly, and looked into my eyes again. I grinnend hnd he pressed me down with all his weight, simultaneously biting my shoulder.
I threw my head back and burst out laughing.

He wrapped the cord around my neck.
He still fucked me, pulling at the cord. I felt he's close to the climax. Damn, I was close myself, and the forces I was yet to learn to control ran rampant inside like hungry hellhounds.
The world around started to lose contrast, and I thrashed back and forth as my body begged for more. I grabbed the bedspread and left it again, and scratched every part of Leo's body my hands could reach.
Suddenly Leo cursed and tugged at the cord. His face, so close to mine, was flushed and twisted.
Want to strangle me? I thought with amusement.
And he tried to. The cord tightened around my neck as Leo rammed into me, producing incoherent sounds of hate.
No dear, I've only bbornborn today, and leaving so soon wasn't among my plans.
I'll stick around for a while, I thought as the muscles in my neck hardened, revealing their true strength. I'll stick around and add a little color into this boring world, I swore, almost coming.
Before my self control slipped the hell away, I looked back at the mirror. I watched Leo as he pushed inside me, tugging at the cord, his muscles bulging in effort. My neck looked pale and strong like a marble column.
I stroke my hot, throbbing erection with a pale hand, looked into the eyes of my reflection, and laughed.
I laughed, until the laughter turned into a scream and I came.
This first orgasm triggered something inside, and flying on the wings of pure pleasure as I was, I unwillingly witnessed short flashes of things happening near and far.
I saw a girl, fastened to a seat in a huge robotic war machine. Her face was smeared with machine oil, and saliva trickled down the corner of her mouth.
Forward, said a mechanic voice in her head. Forward, Forwardforwardforward.
I was terrified. I was sure that I'd finish in her place if I hear this voice another time.
Then I saw a pale, blonde woman. A vague memory flashed- Yes, it was her saw in the tank. She floated there, motionless, only her eyelids trembled vaguely as she
watched the dreams of a pristine, forming consciousness.
Then I saw an old man, dressed in the finest, rich robes. In his hand he held a tiny figure that resembled the mechanical armor I saw earlier. The old emperor smiled to
himself, and placed the figure on a wide map.
The smile turned wicked, as he murmured to himself a single word: "Gambit."

Then I was myself again.
I breathed heavily, laying on my back on the familiar bed. I already saw this bed from every possible angle, I thought and started laughing.
Leo collected himself heavily and rolled down from me. Hmmm, He came and I missed it. What a pity.
I sat, and two things struck me. First the horrendous pain in my ass, and second, the semen that covered me. My own all over me, and Leo's inside me.
I felt like I was going to throw up.
But first things first, right? I had something to care for.
Leo was sprawled at the side of my bed. He didn't react when I reached down and picked up his dagger.
I climbed into his lap, ignoring the pain, took one of his hands, and promptly nailed it to the bed.
He gasped, and opened his eyes. He watched in shock as I cupped my hands and collected a little of the streaming blood.
"You owed me." I told him.
Standing in front of the mirror, I dipped a finger into the blood and smeared it upon my face, in neat lines.
I paid no attention as he roared and pulled the dagger out of his hand.
He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him, and I still said nothing.
What I did was more important. I created myself. I added color.
Mwheeheehee, I thought, You'll see what a little drop of color can do to the dreary landscape.
This my first move. My gambit.
Just a drop.

The End.
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