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works/70469.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tales_of_the_Abyss
  Relationship:
      Lorelei/Ion
  Character:
      Luke_fon_Fabre
  Additional Tags:
      Anthropomorphism_-_Freefom
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-03-14 Words: 1541
****** Lorelei's Touch ******
by KY_Lowell_(TachyonStar)
Summary
     Ion blacks out after opening yet another Daathic seal, and finds
     himself in an interesting situation.
Notes
     This was a fic I wrote for a challenge on AFF.net; it assumes Lorelei
     is male (based on the pact with Yulia and his in-game voice) and can
     take on a humanlike form while within the Planet Storm. Please don't
     hurt me, I know this is crack. XD
When Ion opened his eyes, he was floating.
He didn't quite remember what had happened when he'd tried to open the way to
the Sephiroth at Daath, but he did remember blacking out as soon as the seal
had given way, and now he was floating within what seemed to be a large pillar
of soft, gentle light. Shimmering particles rose all around him, casting small
sparks of warmth over his body, and he found himself lifting his hands to
capture the glimmer between his palms, laughing softly when the tiny specks
danced against his skin for a second before being drawn inexorably back into
the swirl around him; he watched them spiral away, twinkling a friendly
goodbye, and felt himself suddenly struck with the urge to follow, drifting
after without really knowing how he was moving in this frictionless atmosphere.
All that mattered was to follow the welcoming light, to see where it would lead
him, and as he drifted slowly down towards the "center" of the light, he
realized suddenly. He was within the Planet Storm, surrounded by the memory
particles that drifted there, and at the center...
Arms wrapped around him then, holding him from behind and pulling him against a
warm, soft body; he opened his mouth and started to speak, but a gentle hand
shushed him, the voice at his ear seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere
all at once. "You have done well to make it here, Fon Master," it murmured,
warm and resonant, stirring the memory particles around him into a dance of
welcome and joy, and he knew - he knew exactly where he was, why he had come,
and who he had discovered there. He turned in those arms, gazed at the gentle,
timeworn face before him, and tried to speak again, but once more a soft touch
to his lips silenced him and left him simply gazing up at the indescribable
beauty before him. Lorelei, he breathed wordlessly, nestling into the arms that
gathered him closer still, his eyelids fluttering before sliding irresistibly
closed and letting him bask in the calming strength that surrounded him - he
felt contented and safe, a child enveloped in their parent's arms, and a smile
flitted about the corners of his lips as he tucked his head down against
Lorelei's chest and felt a soothing hand stroke its way through his hair. "You
poor, lost child," he felt, rather than heard, the Seventh Fonon whisper, the
hands that worked their way across his shoulders and back now lulling him
farther into relaxation; he felt his clothes melt away before the touch, but
offered no protest, the cloth suddenly seeming confining and foreign, something
that couldn't possibly belong in this place and no longer had to do so. A
thread of awareness that Lorelei was now equally nude was working its way
through his mind, but he wasn't afraid, pressing his body closer and finding
himself intrigued by the way they seemed to almost melt together, skin against
skin, warm and soothing and almost...well, no, there was no almost about it. He
was aroused, need for Lorelei beginning to overwhelm his senses...and yet,
still, he wasn't scared. He couldn't be scared.
Lorelei was smiling; his hands caressed Ion's back, slid down to cup the boy's
soft behind and pulled him closer. "My poor child," he murmured, and as wide
green eyes rose in curiosity to meet his, he leaned his head down and captured
the Fon Master's mouth with his own in a kiss that seemed to devour, lips and
teeth and tongue working their magic to make Ion gasp and squirm against him,
slowly giving in to the need. "Please do not worry...I will not leave you
incomplete," he breathed against Ion's mouth, earning a soft, trusting moan
that made him smile as he slowly drew Ion's hips closer to his own; even as he
touched physically, his fonons reached out as well, stroking and caressing the
points within Ion's body that would give him the most pleasure, and he smiled
again when Ion's body shivered and bucked against his and a cry was pulled from
that slender throat. "That's right," he soothed, continuing to probe Ion's
fonons with his own even as gentle fingers slid along the curve of the Fon
Master's ass, parting the flesh and dipping down to touch against his entrance
- Ion jerked, the touch unexpected, but then Lorelei's fingers stroked deep
into his body and there was no pain, only a delicious warmth that aroused him
still further. He moaned, a shuddering sound, thrusting his hips back as the
digits curved and twisted within him, striking something that sent a shockwave
of ecstacy through him; he threw his head back, crying out and rocking his hips
helplessly against the delightful touch as Lorelei's fingers filled and readied
him, touching against that spot over and over again and knotting the coil of
heat in his groin still tighter until he writhed. "Please," he begged, and he
sensed rather than saw Lorelei's smile as the fingers withdrew, leaving him
uncomprehensibly empty for a few short seconds before he was lifted, his legs
gently nudged around Lorelei's waist and the Seventh Fonon's shaft pressed
questioningly against his opening, wringing a gasp from his throat. "Yes...oh,
Lorelei, yes."
There was a small pause, then Lorelei penetrated him, and his vision exploded
into pure white.
His thighs were wet with come when he returned to his senses, but he had no
time to be embarrassed about it, as Lorelei had taken hold of his sated shaft
and was moving into him, touching and teasing in time with each thrust; slowly
but surely, he felt himself harden again in Lorelei's grip, starting to rock
his hips against every movement into him and letting out a shuddery cry when he
felt that deliciously hot hardness shift within him to stroke against that
wonderful spot with every inward push. His body was shaking uncontrollably,
wracked with pleasure-pain that tightened his insides into a knot of longing
and needing, but even above that all he could think about was Lorelei - moving
within him, panting and shivering and breathing out sounds of pure pleasure,
nearing completion even as he was nearing his own - he felt overwhelmed by it,
the honor of doing something like this twisting that knot within him to the
point of tears, and as the heat grew he pressed his cheek to Lorelei's shoulder
and began to weep in sheer delight. To move in such perfect synchronism, to
rise and fall and climax together, was something he had never dreamed of, and
the tears fell faster as he reached up, tangled his fingers into long silken
hair and drew Lorelei's mouth to his for a kiss. He was close now, or so he
supposed; everything was such an explosive flow of feeling that he couldn't
quite be sure of any of it, but Lorelei was tensing and shuddering and letting
out the most delicious sounds and so he knew he - they - had to be close to
culmination, to the sweet moment of bliss that they both sought so desperately.
A moan escaped him, swallowed by Lorelei's hot, hungry mouth on his, and the
trembling hand that grasped his shaft curled in tighter and moved in a rather
interesting way - he was shattering then, his world danced to pieces, a cry
torn from his throat - and as he felt Lorelei's warmth flood him, he managed
one small smile before everything faded to black.
Rest well, my child, he thought he heard a whisper resonate through his mind,
before he proceeded to do exactly that.
******
"--Ion? Ion, wake up! Hey, come on, this isn't funny, Ion, open your eyes--"
Ion moaned, stirred, put a hand up to his head and blinked his eyes open at the
familiar, worried voice - Luke's voice, he realized as the clouds of exhaustion
dispersed from his mind. "...Luke," he said softly, smiling, pushing himself
slowly upright and feeling Luke's hands go to his shoulders automatically to
support him. "...I...I'm all right. I'm sorry...I didn't mean to worry you." He
placed his hands over Luke's, a reassuring touch, and glanced around him - they
were in his room within the cathedral, and he was confused for a moment before
realizing the others must have brought him back there after he'd passed out
opening the Daathic seal. "I'm all right," he reassured again, turning suddenly
to put his arms around Luke, head nestling against the redhead's shoulder as he
smiled. "Thank you, Luke."
"Huh? T-thanks...for what?" Luke looked nonplussed, touching Ion's forehead as
if to see if he had a fever, frowning when he felt no unusual heat to the Fon
Master's skin. "...Ion, are you sure you're all right?"
Ion smiled, resting against Luke's body, realizing for the first time just how
much it reminded him of Lorelei's. "...Yes...I'm just fine."
Luke didn't look convinced, but after a moment, he slowly brought his arms up
to return Ion's embrace, holding the boy close. Ion, what are you...? I don't
understand...
For a split second, a silvery, ethereal laugh seemed to drift through the room,
but then it was gone.
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