[FIC] Tales of the Abyss
Title: N/A
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Pairing: Van/Guy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 468 words



Guy's head hits the wall of the storage closet with a loud thunk as Van bites down on juncture between his neck and shoulder, choking back his moan into a strangled hiss. The part of his mind that isn't occupied with trying to divest Van of his shirt manages to be thankful that any marks he's going to have will be able to be covered by clothing this time. He tugs at Van's hair, the man letting himself be pulled up after a moment for another heated kiss.

They don't have much time--they never do--and desperation is beginning to show through in the way the kiss turns almost bruising in its intensity. Guy's thankful for it, though, because it muffles his cry when Van finishes unfastening his pants and gets a hand around his cock. The angle is awkward, but Van's strokes are sure and it's so much better than Guy's own nighttime fumblings. It's easy to forget where they are, forget that--

"Guy? Guy, where are you?"

His eyes snap open at the young voice somewhere outside in the hall, and he clutches at Van's shoulders. "Van," he hisses. "We have to stop. Luke--" He jerks as Van's hand doesn't slow--if anything, it speeds up--and bites his own lip hard. "Van!"

"Shhh," Van whispers, claiming Guy's mouth once more and adding a twist to his strokes that causes Guy to writhe.

He means to pull away, to tell Van that it can wait, but somehow he can't bring himself to do it. So he lets his head fall forward onto Van's shoulder instead, and just holds on as he thrusts erratically into Van's grip. It seems wrong now, hidden away like this while Luke is outside looking for him, but he can't concentrate on that and it isn't long before he's spilling over Van's hand with a soft cry.

The cleanup is brisk as always, but the silence that follows seems somehow more forced than usual. Guy can't quite meet Van's eyes, and he leaves without a word. It's a few minutes later that Guy finds Luke in his room, clutching a pillow to his chest and crying. When he sits down next to him on the bed, the boy throws the pillow to the side and grabs at Guy instead. "I head a bad dream," he sobs, burying his face in Guy's chest and soaking his shirt with tears.

Guy automatically strokes Luke's tangled red hair, a sick feeling growing in his chest. "I... I thought you were still napping," he says quietly.

Luke shakes his head. "And then I couldn't find you!"

"I'm sorry," is all Guy can say, holding Luke close. He wonders detachedly at the fact he feels so guilty. "I'm here now."