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Title: N/A
Fandom: Tales of Destiny
Pairing: Stahn/Leon
Rating: R
Word Count: 1480 words
Notes: No redeeming value whatsoever. Entirely an excuse to have Leon make out with Stahn while in a dress.
Leon kicked the door open, not caring that he probably had woken half the inn's other patrons in the process. And taken care of the other half when he slammed it shut behind him, then kicked off the damn ridiculous shoes he'd been forced into. "Never again," he hissed into the dark room.
"You're back!" Stahn's cheerful voice nearly made him jump, his hand automatically flying to Chal at his hip--until he remembered that wasn't wearing his swordbelt.
Instead, he made a wordless noise of assent. He lifted his hands to his hair and began raking his fingers through it. It felt strange. Whatever Rutee had done with it, he didn't like it. At all. Once it was back in an approximation of its usual style, he turned towards the bed. Stahn was sitting there, leaning over to the bedside table to light the lamp. He shook out the match and looked up with a grin.
"How did it go?"
"We got the information," Leon said shortly, stalking over to the wash basin and splashing his face repeatedly with cold water. It was hard to tell in the dim, flickering light of the room if it actually did anything to remove the makeup, but it made him feel better.
"So... that's good! What happened? Did Rutee's plan work?" The floorboards creaked as Stahn swung himself off the bed and walked over to where Leon was standing. Leon froze, shoulders tensing as he felt him approach. When the younger boy didn't say anything, Stahn's voice took on a slightly concerned tone. "Leon...?" He reached out to place a hand on his shoulder.
Leon whirled around around, smacking Stahn's hand away. The washbasin clattered to the floor behind him. Water splashed the back of his legs and slowly began to seep around his bare feet. "I don't want to talk about it!" he snapped. At Stahn's wide-eyed look of surprise, he turned his gaze to the floor.
Stahn shifted his weight from foot to foot. "...are you okay, Leon? I know you didn't want to do this, but..."
"I'm fine," he ground out. One of the dress's straps was sliding down his shoulder, and he could tell that he hadn't gotten all the makeup off, just smudged it around a little. When Stahn didn't move, he sighed. "I just don't enjoy people invading my personal space."
He could practically hear the gears turning in Stahn's head as he processed that. "So.. you mean..."
"Our man was a little too friendly," Leon said between gritted teeth. He could still feel the man's pudgy hands on his chin, yanking his head to one side, and sliding down his back to squeeze his ass. It was a horrible, crawling sensation. All he could do was shiver.
"He touched you?" The slightly confused look disappeared from Stahn's face in an instant, replaced with a flash of anger. "That's not-- I had no idea he was going to--"
Leon rolled his eyes. "The rest of us did, Stahn. Don't be so stupid."
The hurt look was back, but the determination hadn't fled from Stahn's eyes yet. "Still! I'm going to go back there, and give him a piece of my mind!" He turned around, clearly meaning to do exactly that.
"Oh, for the love of--" Leon grabbed Stahn's shoulder and turned him around, fisting one hand in the front of the plain shirt he was wearing. "No. We have what we needed, and we got out. So just drop it." He took a step closer, tightening his grip on the shirt. It meant being close enough that he had to tilt his head up to meet Stahn's eyes, but he wasn't about to let Stahn get away. This close, he could feel the heat from Stahn's body--it felt good, warm compared to the chill room and thin dress that was practically slipping from his shoulders. If he drew any nearer because of that, it was purely unintentional, of course. He could only imagine what he looked like, at this point--half-naked with smudged makeup, hair falling in his eyes, and the shivers setting in.
"Leon..." Stahn said softly, raising a hand. Leon nearly flinched away out of habit when it came to rest on the side of his jaw, cupping his face gently.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he demanded.
Stahn flashed him a smile. "You've got, um..." His thumb brushed over Leon's lips, causing the younger boy to part them slightly in a sharp inhalation of breath. It moved to the corner of his mouth, brushing something away. "Lipstick?"
Leon wasn't sure exactly what happened after that. The next thing he knew, his free hand was tangled in Stahn's long hair, the short distance between the two of them closed, and Stahn was... Stahn was kissing him. Awkwardly, sloppily, but it was a kiss, and a forceful one. Leon made an undignified squeaking noise when he realized what was going on--that this was really happening, not just one of the dreams that had been becoming all too common lately--and pressed his own lips against Stahn's chapped ones. It felt good the way that seemed to startle Stahn for a moment before he groaned and pressed back, one hand slipping down Leon's shoulders to the small of his back. He used that for leverage to pull Leon closer and hold him there as he gently, but not at all hesitantly slid his tongue past his lips.
They were backing up, stumbling back over the fallen washbasin and wet floor until Leon's back hit the wall. Leon, for one, was glad of it--it was too much work to worry about balance and kiss Stahn back, clutching at his hair and sliding their tongues together, biting at his lips to hear the choked noises he made and feel the way his hands tightened nearly to the point of bruising on his skin. He thought hazily that he'd like it if he did bruise. More proof this was real, proof that Stahn wanted this too, wanted him--
Leon whimpered in disappointment, sounding pathetic to his own ears, when Stahn drew back. He opened his eyes--when had he closed them?--to see Stahn staring back at him, blue eyes seemingly darker than usual and strangely hypnotic in the dim light. The look on his face was familiar. It was the same one he had whenever he was absolutely certain about something, no matter how stupid it was, and nothing could persuade him otherwise. Leon had seen it before, but never had that determination been directed at him.
"I don't want anyone else touching you," Stahn said, sounding slightly surprised himself about the fact. And if Leon were to be perfectly honest, it was that statement even more than the next kiss that startled the high moan past his lips. Stahn had moved the hand from his face, he realized dazedly. It was sliding up his thigh, pushing his skirt with it. He should have been cold, but Stahn's hand was so warm, so it was fine, more than fine, as long as his thumb kept tracing those circles over the bare skin of his hip.
At some point, there legs had gotten tangled, which was good, because it meant that Leon could press up against Stahn's thigh. Straddling it, because Stahn was lifting it so that his knee pressed against the wall and nearly picking Leon up in the process. His skirt was riding higher--he could feel the fabric draped over his cock, sliding against him as he thrust against Stahn. Stahn made a strangled noise that might have been Leon's name when Leon's hand found the hem of his shirt and went under, dragging short nails up his chest. His fingers found a nipple and twisted, which made Stahn hiss and all but slam him up against the wall--
Which was, of course, exactly when Rutee and Phillia walked in. Leon froze where he was, watching as their expression of confusion changed as comprehension began to dawn. He thought Phillia's glasses would fog up, considering how bright red she turned. With a squeak of apology, she turned and fled the way she'd came. Rutee stayed a moment longer, mouth open in an expression of shock. When Stahn turned his head to look at her, Leon wondered for a moment if she was going to yell. Instead, she finally burst into hysterical laughter and slammed the door shut behind her.
"You're not going after them, are you?" Leon asked, after a moment.
Stahn turned bright red. "Actually, I, uh. I was thinking. The bed--"
"Much better idea," Leon said, trying not to let the relief he felt color his voice. Which wasn't a problem, because Stahn kissed him again.
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