Date: 2008-02-26 13:37 Subject: [FIC] Suikoden III Security: Public Tags: suikoden

Title: N/A
Fandom: Suikoden III
Pairing: Hugo/Caesar
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 1218 words
Notes: inarticulate tells me that the Grasslander word for "orgy" sounds remarkably similar to the one for "babyeating" with the difference only distinguishable by native speakers. This has lead to some pretty amazing misconceptions about the culture of the area.

...this is only somewhat related to the fic. It helps tell you how the hell we got on the topic, though.



Torches cast bright, flickering light on the overgrown cobblestones of the courtyard of the castle and sending the already whirling shadows of the dancers into even more dizzying twirls. Shouts of laughter and snatches of song drifted through the air as freely as the alcohol flowed from the numerous earthenware pitchers produced out of seemingly nowhere. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. It was, Caesar reflected a bit sourly, like every other Grasslander festival he'd attended thus far, except perhaps for the fact that it was already past midnight and showed no signs of slowing down. With a sigh, he turned his back and began to head up to the castle proper. He had more important things to do--things that possibly involved maps and strategy, or equally as likely a comfortable bed and nice pillow.

He was startled by a warm, callused hand suddenly grabbing his wrist from behind. "You're leaving already?" a familiar voice asked, tinged with disappointment.

Shaking his head, Caesar faced his assailant with an expression more weary than annoyed. "I think you Grasslanders have revealed in me a hitherto unknown allergy to parties."

"You don't look like you're breaking out in hives," Hugo said with a roll of his eyes. His face was flushed--or was that just the firelight reflecting off his skin?--and he was bouncing on the balls of his feet, as though particularly nervous or excited.

"I've strategically hidden them so as not to offend my gracious hosts," Caesar retorted flatly. Hugo still hadn't let go of his wrist, and the boy's palm felt almost like a brand searing into his skin. "I just don't see the point of all these parties. Besides, I went to the last three, and I doubt this will be any different."

Hugo shrugged. "There's nothing wrong with celebrations." Then a slow grin spread over his face. "And I think even you might have fun at this one. Come on." He tugged Caesar lightly back in the direction of the main fire, where a particularly loud cheer had just gone up.

"Hugo--"

"You can yell at me later if you still want to, okay?" Hugo called cheerfully over his shoulder. His bracelets bumped against Caesar's arm as he tugged again, a little more strongly this time.

With another sigh, Caesar did the only thing he could do, and followed. "I'll hold you to that," he muttered.

"Yeah, yeah. Come on, it's almost starting."

"Wait, what's almost starting?" Caesar asked. "Another of those dances?"

For some reason, Hugo seemed to find this funny. He laughed a little breathlessly, but didn't say anything in return. As they emerged into the circle of firelight, Caesar, who prided himself on being observant, began to notice that something was a little... off. The singing, storytelling, and dancing he'd come to associate with this sort of celebration had ceased. But there was a sort of excited murmur going through the crowd--who, he started to realize, were mostly Grassland natives at this point, with an odd smattering of Zexens and other foreigners--though he couldn't quite understand what they were saying.

He frowned, trying to puzzle out the gist of it with his admittedly lacking knowledge of the language. There was one word in particular that seemed to keep being repeated, something he'd never heard before. "Hugo," he whispered, leaning in close to the other boy, "What does it mean when they say--"

His question was cut off by a loud cheer that nearly made him jump. While he'd been distracted, something had started on the other side of the fire. Whatever it was, it made Hugo's grin widen. "Shh," he said, and, taking advantage of their proximity, took Caesar by the collar and kissed him.

A million things went through Caesar's head at once, like skljlknjlsdg and in public?! and I bet Albert's general isn't this good of a kisser. But mostly it was hard to focus on anything but the slick heat of Hugo's mouth as his tongue slipped past Caesar's lips while he was too stunned to protest. He found his hands gripping Hugo's shoulders tightly just to stay upright as the other boy pressed closer and deepened the kiss.

After what seemed like both an eternity and just a moment at the same time, Hugo broke the kiss and pulled back far enough to take stock of Caesar's expression. He burst out laughing. "You look like a fish," he said, running a tongue over his reddened lips.

Caesar stared. Around him, he could see other couples--and, on second glance, some groups of people large enough to not even remotely qualified to be called couples--kissing and pawing and more. "Hugo," he said slowly, not trusting his own voice to come out in dignified manner, "what's going on?"

"I thought you were supposed to have studied the Grasslands," Hugo murmured, pulling in close again to brush his lips over Caesar's neck, eliciting a shiver. "They don't even teach you about some of the more important festivals?"

"This sort of thing isn't exactly--" he broke off, sucking in a shallow breath as Hugo shifted against him, hardening cock pressed against his hip. "--it isn't textbook material," he managed.

Hugo's raised eyebrows showed exactly what he thought about that sort of school system before his mouth covered Caesar's once more. The kiss was more insistent this time, and now that Caesar had some idea of what was coming, he found himself responding, awkwardly sliding his tongue against Hugo's.

It was hard to ignore the moans and gasps coming from all around him. It was even harder to ignore the slight, breathy noises Hugo was making as he rocked against him, his hands tangling in Caesar's sleep-touseled hair. The surrealness of the situation was slowly fading into the background, replaced by more immediate concerns, like how Hugo expected to divest Caesar of his jacket if he wouldn't let go.

Hugo growled slightly when one of Caesar's hands grabbed his necklace in an attempt to move even closer, his own hands dropping from Caesar's hair to pushing the jacket from his shoulders. He tugged Caesar's bottom lip between his teeth briefly, then bit down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Caesar hissed, arching his neck back automatically as Hugo ensured that he'd leave a mark. He ran his tongue over the bruised skin, the touch at once stinging and soothing. "You bruise really easily," he said as he slipped his hands up Caesar's shirt.

"Sorry about that," Caesar attempted to deadpan, at the same time trying to understand how Hugo's belt worked.

"I wasn't complaining." The twist of Hugo's lips was positively predatory. The next thing Caesar knew, his back was to the dusty ground and Hugo was straddling his hips. "Spirits," Hugo hissed, as he rocked forward, angling his hips down so that their cocks ground together through the fabric of their pants. Caesar arched up off the ground, staring up at Hugo through half-lidded eyes.

"Maybe--ah!--coming to the party wasn't entirely a bad thing," Caesar managed.

Hugo laughed breathlessly and leaned forward until he was supporting himself on his forearms on either side of Caesar's head. "I told you so," he breathed, then kissed him again.

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