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myreia · 9 days

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Sketches of Times Lost

Day 10: Stable

something is sparking between aureia and sidurgu, and they can't seem to see it. but rielle can. sidurgu x female warrior of light (pre-relationship), mentions of aymeric x wol. set during stormblood patches, but after the lvl 60-70 drk quests. rated: teen 2086 words ao3 link

“…when I said you could accompany us back to Ishgard, I didn’t mean for it to become a godsdamned holiday.”

“Resting at an inn is not a holiday.”

“And this isn’t a sight-seeing trip!”

“It’s fine, Sid! It’s one night! Is there something wrong with one night?”

“It’s dangerous, that’s what. For her, for you, for me.”

“Dangerous from whom, exactly? The Empire’s been all but routed from Gyr Abania. Besides, I don’t think many in patrons would consider confronting two dark knights head-on, and those that could would be drunk out of their minds. Please tell me you’re not afraid of a drunkard.”

“That’s not—godsdammit, you can be a right bloody bonehead when you want to be, you know that, eh?”

Rielle sighs and leans forward in her saddle, patting Filo’s neck. The chocobo chirrups, his head tugging on the reins as he leans into her hand, enjoying the feel as she pets his shiny black feathers. The day has stretched on and on, the road getting longer with every step, Baelsar’s Wall shadowing the horizon and somehow never getting closer, the dusty heat growing intolerable in the Gyr Abanian haze.

If she were younger—or travelling alone, let’s be honest—she would have pelted Sidurgu with the oh-so-tempting “are we there yet?” question, but for now she holds her tongue. Though Sidurgu has dragged her from one end of Coerthas to the other, even trekking into Gridania on the rare occasion, this is the furthest from Ishgard she has ever been. Her rear and legs may ache from too many hours in the saddle, but even with Sidurgu and Aureia’s endless bickering, she can’t remember a time she was this happy on the road.

She doesn’t want it to end.

She’s being selfish, she knows. Like a little kid—an actual little kid, thank you very much—asking for another five minutes at their favourite park, or clinging onto a favourite toy that has long since fallen apart. Sidurgu wanted them to return on their own, without company. He didn’t say as much—not aloud—but she saw it in his eyes when tending to his wounds. If he wasn’t stuck leaning against a rock, moaning and groaning and complaining about her fussing over him, he would have taken her and stalked down the road the moment Aureia’s back was turned. So, she struck at the opportune moment, piping up before he could say or do anything, and pointedly asked her—“You’ll come back with us to Ishgard, won’t you?”

She didn’t answer right away. There was a crease in her brow, a downcast turn to her eyes, and in that moment Rielle feared she would say no. But then she brightened, a warm smile spreading across her face, and she said—“I suppose I must. I’m going the same way, after all.”

That was yesterday. They walked for a time, Filo puffing and panting beneath Sidurgu’s weight before it became too much for the chocobo. The poor thing was the runt of his flock—Aureia’s told her the story many times—incapable of carrying an Elezen cavalier let alone a massive Au Ra in full plate armour and with a greatsword to boot.

And so they camped early, finding a spot beneath a single sprawling tree. Leaving Sidurgu to make the fire—he insisted, it was the one thing he could manage without aggravating his wounds—Rielle and Aureia hurried down the slope to the little rippling stream. Rielle wasn’t much help; she splashed in the water, giggling and free, scaring away the fish Aureia tried her best to catch. A waste, maybe, but neither Aureia nor Sidurgu told her off for it. She was too busy enjoying wading in the stream herself, and he… well. Rielle is certain he was looking at her a different way. Or maybe the same way he always has. Or maybe…

They had the last of their rations that night, laughing and smiling around the fire. It did not feel like a rationed meal.

And now today. Aureia suggested she ride Filo instead, leaving her and Sidurgu to walk ahead. Rielle was thrilled—still is, even though she is hurting all over now. She has never properly ridden a chocobo before, and Filo is such a pretty bird. The hands at the Holy Stables call him mean and difficult—he has a legendary grudge against one of the Scions, the Hyur with the white hair Aureia makes weird faces when he’s mentioned—but Rielle thinks differently. Difficult, no. Misunderstood? Maybe.

She knows what that’s like.

But now the sun is slowly sinking toward the red-brown peaks, and they really are going to have to find somewhere to stay or camp. They’re approaching a crossroads—literally. Up the hill and over the ridge, there’s a little inn with a wide stable for chocobos and warm, soothing lights in the windows. The perfect place for a trio of weary travellers.

But of course Aureia and Sidurgu can’t seem to make up their minds.

“Happy to be a bonehead, then, if it means someone here has the voice of reason,” Aureia says.

Sidurgu snorts, but Rielle knows better. Even when his back is turned, she can hear him trying not to smile—and his tail is curling. Sometimes she wonders if it’s the same sort of thing as those girls in the Forgotten Knight when they twist their hair around their finger while making eyes at Gibrillont. He only does it around her. Maybe he doesn’t even know it.

No matter how testy their bickering gets, he likes it. He used to bicker with Fray, too.

“You know those are incompatible,” he mutters. “Bonehead. Voice of reason. Not exactly the same thing.”

“What can I say? I’m full of contradictions. A right paradox, maybe.”

“Bloody hells, you can say that again. Here I was thinking you had put aside your greatsword for good when you all but kidnapped us on this little hol…”

“Hm? What was that?”

“Never mind.”

“Oh, good. And here I thought you said holiday for a moment.”

He lets out a long sigh and passes a hand across his face. “Aureia…”

She flashes him a grin.

He glares at her, a smile tugging at his lips. “Aureia, please. Don’t make me laugh. I’d rather not bleed through my bandages tonight.”

From their position several paces behind, Filo chirrups and throws a look over his shoulder, his dark, beady eyes staring at Rielle. She shrugs and pats his neck. “I know,” she whispers. “I think they’re both being boneheads. What do you think?”

Filo chirps again and shakes himself from side to side in fervent agreement.

“Yes, exactly.”

Aureia raises her arms, her hands brushing the hilt of her greatsword as she pulls her hair back and twists it into a knot. It’s different from the messy, uneven crop she sported when Rielle first met her, long enough to brush her shoulders. There’s a bit of red in it, too, which Rielle doesn’t remember. She didn’t have that when she first came to Ishgard.

“The inn is a good option, Sid,” she says. “Give Rielle a normal night for once instead of sleeping on the ground again.”

“I know that, I simply—”

He pauses, bowing his head to look at her. The difference in height between them would be quite funny, if only height wasn’t such a sore spot. Rielle huffs, making a face. Aureia may be half-Elezen, but she did not inherit their height. Is it a sore spot for her, too? Rielle hasn’t thought to ask her.

“All right, out with it. Don’t think I don’t know you, Aureia, this isn’t about the inn or Rielle. You’re hanging onto something.”

“I… am I?”

“You don’t want to go back to Ishgard, do you.”

It isn’t a question. An accusation? Something else?

His voice has dropped low, not quite a whisper. Rielle rises a fraction out of the saddle and leans in, straining her ears to catch the conversation.

“Maybe. Yes. Perhaps.”

“Aur.” He rests a hand gently against her shoulder and their pace slows. Their boots scuff the road, a cloud of dirt puffing around their feet. “What’s going on?”

His voice is calm. Firm. Steady. The kind of voice he has after she has a bad nightmare, but not quite.

“It’s nothing, it’s…” Aureia lets out a long, sad sigh. Rielle tugs sharply on the reigns and Filo hisses in protest, jerking to a stop some feet behind. “There’s someone I must meet with when I return.”

“I see.”

“And I would… rather not.”

A pause. “I suppose the Lord Speaker of the House of Lords and the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights is a difficult man to ignore.”

“He can be, yes. Especially when you’re…” She pauses again. “Fuck. Let’s not pretend I even know what we are anymore. He asked me to marry him and I couldn’t even say yes.”

“Would it be too much to say that I am glad of that?”

“Sid—”

“Damned if I even want to know what you are to him. And I know all too well—very well, in fact—that this is not my place and not my business, but I will say what must be said if no one else will. If you need to hear it. I do not like who you have become with him. I’m sure—Temple Knight aside—he is a pleasant man in his own right. And it would be unfair to accuse him of anything malignant, I know that is not his way. And I do believe you love him, or have loved him—”

“Sid…”

“Past or present, my point still stands. You have chased something with him. Something that has brought you joy, yes, but also great sorrow. From what I have seen, from what you have told me… I believe you must become someone else to remain with him. And I do not believe you will ever be happy becoming that person. If the pair of you were in different circumstances, if you were different people…”

“If he wasn’t the Lord Commander and I wasn’t the Warrior of Light?”

He meets her eyes, his horns casting a shadow across his face in the glare of the setting sun. “If he weren’t a politician and you weren’t the Alliance’s war hound.”

She inhales sharply. “You didn’t have to put it that way.”

“Someone bloody well should have. There are a dozen places you should be rather than wandering the Gyr Abanian wilderness with a surly dark knight and a teenaged girl. A dozen people who need you more than we do. So what other reason was there for all of this, Aureia? A soul crystal cracked? Or an excuse to run?”

A pause. “I don’t think I can talk about this now,” Aureia says quietly.

Sidurgu lets out a long breath. His hand slips from her shoulder. “I’m sorry, that was… harsher than I intended.”

“Don’t be. You were only saying what you thought. And what I’ve thought for some time. Sometimes I think you’re the only person who makes any damn sense.”

“Oh, so is that why you keep finding reasons to come and find me? You’ve long since outgrown the Forgotten Knight.”

Her hand brushes his. “That’s not the only reason.”

He smiles.

Rielle yelps and tips forward, clinging to the reigns.

Filo chirrups shrilly, wings spread wide as if to catch her. She clutches the reigns and pulls herself upright just in time, her cheeks flushing red as Aureia and Sidurgu turn around, both instinctively reaching for their weapons.

“Rielle!” he calls, releasing the hold on his greatsword’s grip. “Are you all right?”

She steadies herself. “Fine!”

“Don’t test the bird. I don’t want you getting thrown out of the saddle—”

“Don’t test your wounds, Sid, I don’t want them re-opening before tomorrow at the earliest if you can help it.” She smirks, proud of herself for the quip, and nudges Filo with her heels. He trots forward, giving the pair a smug look as he trots by. “Let’s go to that inn, shall we? If I deserve a bed for the night, then Filo deserves a stable, don’t you think?”

Sidurgu and Aureia exchange looks, both of them trying very hard not to laugh.

Grinning with triumph, Rielle tucks her hair behind her ears and leads them up the hill and down the path to the inn.

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ladyramora · 2 years

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Ren(WoL, Male Miqo'te) x Sid (Sidurgu Orl) PWP ❤️

Established Relationship, Friends and Lovers, Companionable Snark

NSFW Warnings: Sex Pollen. Blow Jobs, Tail Sex, Anal Sex, Creampie.

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Sidurgu was often what Rielle might call grumpy, but nothing seemed to whip the xaela up into a frenzied, violent rage quicker than dealing with moogles.

The man still held a grudge against the moogles for "kidnapping" Rielle and stirring up his wrath until he was practically frothing at the mouth with killing intent.

So it was to some surprise that the auri man had stubbornly insisted on accompanying Ren and his young elezen charge when he had learned of their plans to go and assist the moogles in whatever quests they were putting Ren up to. The dark knight was quick to grumble about how Ren had enough to do without catering to those lazy little shites.

It seemed there was still some tension between xaela and the moogles, as Ren and Rielle were given standard tasks that the miqo'te was well used to by now; and Sid was given quite the unpleasant runaround. Apparently gossip between moogles spread just as fast as it tended to do in Ishgard. For the way the moogles were cheerfully inconveniencing the auri man, Ren did not doubt that the dark knight would inevitably snap before long.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Ah, there it was. Sid had reached his limit of moogle shenanigans right on cue.

Ren looks to Rielle who gazes back at him knowingly. "You should probably intervene before we have another incident," the elezen girl suggests.

Ren shrugs, finished mostly with what he had to do by now. "I trust I can leave the rest to you?" He asks, handing over the requested items he had gathered.

Rielle nods, "I can handle a little foraging. Go get Sid before his temper gets the best of him."

Ren smiles, patting her head and ruffling her soft green hair before turning tail and hurrying off in the direction of the sound of Sid's raised voice.

Coming upon them, Ren could see the menace pouring from Sid like a swirling, ominous aura. Even with some time away from them, his dislike had not wavered. Truly, Sidurgu could rival Estinien. As far as the Warrior of Light knew, the Azure Dragoon still had an abject distaste for anything at all to do with moogles.

"I'm gonna rip that pom off your head and shove it up your furry little—"

"—Goodness, so angry, so violent!" One adorably fluffy moogle remarks, cutting the dark knight off mid-violent-sentence and floating just out of Sidurgu's reach as the xaela lunges towards them with killing intent.

"Indeed so!" Another agrees, whiskers twitching and pom bouncing as they kept just out range of the exhausted Au Ra. He was hardly a leaping dragoon, and with how tired he suddenly seemed, he posed less and less a threat to them. "I think someone needs a nap! Or perhaps just a little more love in his heart, kupo!"

The moogles look to one another, "Should we send him off to acquire that?" The first moogle chirps.

The second moogle gives a mog sound of delighted affirmation. "Brilliant idea!"

Sid clenches his fist, his other hand raising up for the greatsword at his back. "Just what in the seven hells are you two fluff balls babbling about?"

Ren quickly intervenes, looping his hand through Sid's arm and leaning into his side. "Did you need help, Sid?" He asks, tipping his head back to gaze at the xaela with guileless yellow eyes. Really, truly concerned for his friend and part-time lover aside from wanting to stop any further bad blood between him and the moogles.

The moogles perk up at the sight of him, wings flapping and poms bobbing merrily at how quickly the xaela relaxes at Ren's touch. Kupopo~po, they certainly were an interesting pair~!

The two moogles share a mischievous mog look, nodding their heads. "Perfect timing, Ren! We were just about to ask your xaela friend to procure a particular item! With the two of you together, it will prove much easier, kupo~!"

Another gathering quest? It sounded simple enough to Ren. What would be the harm in helping?

"Sure, why not," Ren says with a smile. "I don't mind helping. What do you need us to do?"

The twin smiles that came to the moogles' faces struck Ren as a little ominous, but maybe that was just the suspicious muttering of Sid in his ear.

…..

Covered head to toe in a sticky, stubborn bright pink pollen—Ren was regretting this quest something fierce as he was wracked with sneezes so fierce that they scattered flower petals with every uncontrollable itch to his nose. Together with his watering eyes and the rising temperature of his body that hinted at what would surely be a later fever, he was feeling a little less charitable towards the moogles as they made their way back to turn in the particular item that the moogles simply could not do without.

It was a buried treasure chest, guarded by a particularly tough and territorial flower creature. One that had been none too happy about being disturbed, and had shown as much by coating them heavily in this unpleasantly sticky substance before they had inevitably subdued it.

Whatever that flower monster had spewed at them could not be washed in a cold river, it seemed. Ren had gotten the brunt of it, entirely doused in the sticky pollen-like substance. Sid had, too, but not to the same extent the miqo'te had. Though Ren had to admit that the xaela looked quite charming with pink in his hair. With those strikingly pretty blue-green eyes umbral of his and his pale porcelain skin, he certainly pulled it off.

With Ren sneezing too often between words to get a sentence out, Sid is the one to deal with the moogles and hand over the item they had fetched for them. Aught that has the xaela in a particularly foul mood, as the moogles open up the chest to reveal… kupo nuts. Kupo nuts that do not seem to be in any way special or different from the ones they could far more easily have gathered, they were unremarkable in every way.

The tittering of the moogles about the state they were in leads to the dark knight interrogating the fluff balls with murderous intent. Demanding to know just what it was they had been coated in, and how to wash it off.

Ren had to drag Sid back from making good on his earlier threat of ripping those poms off their heads and shoving them where the sun did not shine, sneezing all the while.

With nothing left that could be done with Ren and Sid both in this state, together with Rielle they take their leave back to Ishgard via aetheryte.

…..

They arrive in Ishgard in a flash of teleportation magic, Ren leaning dizzily into Sid's side. His skin flushed red from the pollen and the cold Coerthan air. He sneezes, violently and rapidly, and shivers from the end of his short, stubby tail to the tips of his lowering ears. A feline sign of discomfort.

The miqo'te sniffs miserably, looking to Sid with watering eyes that streaked tears down his cheeks. "Ugh, Sid," he whimpered and shuddered. Hunching in on himself and huddling close to the Xaela for warmth. "I feel hot and cold at the same time… This is the worst!"

Sid grits his teeth, hauling the smaller man close. "Stay close to me. I'll get you home." They needed to wash this stuff off, and quick. Who knew what other side effects there might be? "Those thrice-damned moogles were no help at all!"

Sid is quick to send Rielle on ahead, not wanting to subject the young elezen girl to the cold longer than absolutely necessary. It takes some convincing in her concern for Ren, but she inevitably does as her xaela guardian asks of her.

With just the two of them, they barely make it half-way to Ren's apartment in Ishgard, however, when they find themselves stopped by a pale haired elezen.

"Ren," the man says as he steps into their path, ignoring Sid entirely with blue-grey eyes only for the miqo'te held steady at the xaela's side. "What happened?"

"Just who are you?" Sid demands, tightening his hold on the miqo'te as the man reaches out a hand as if he meant to grab for the smaller man.

The elezen looks to him then, his outstretched hand curling into a fist before it drops back to his side. "Just a…" he starts to say, then trails off. What? Friend, acquaintance? Whoever he was, Sid was not about to hand Ren over to him. He could take care of Ren himself.

"He's Estinien," Ren wheezes out, as if that explained everything. There's a strained pause with all of the staring at one another, and then Ren adds, "...the Azure Dragoon?"

Oh, him. The one Ren had risked his life to save. Then again there were surely a good many people that could be on that list.

"Whatever," Sid says, eyeing the man who seemed to be sizing him up just the same. "Out of our way," the dark knight says a tad brusquely. Tacking on a, "Ser Dragoon," as an afterthought. He might as well have told the man to piss off for the tone he uses. They were still working on Sid being any sort of cordial with the knights of Ishgard. Those who had the xaela's trust were few and far between.

"We need to get washed up, Estinien," Ren says as they brush past the dragoon. "We'll catch up later, okay?"

Estinien turns as they walk by, frowning but saying nothing more as they leave him behind in their rush to return to Ren's apartment.

….

Thankfully, Rielle already had a bath prepared for them as they finally arrived at Ren's apartment. The two men waste no time, after offering up their thankful appreciation to the thoughtful elezen girl, in scrambling out of their clothing and cramming themselves in the bath together.

It was crowded even with this decently sized tub. Their difference in size very much apparent as Ren finds himself sat straddling Sid's lap, the two men splashing up water as they soaked each other down and used a heaping handful each of Ren's favored bathwash to then scrub one another down from head to toe.

It takes more than one rinsing, but with the combination of extra hot water, soap, and a little bit of elbow grease the sticky pink of the pollen colors their bathwater instead of clinging to their skin and hair. Their armor would be another matter entirely, but that was something best left for later as the pollen seemed to have other side effects. Ren was nearly dozing in Sid's lap as the xaela rinsed his hair. The dark knight frowning as he squeezed the water from the usually creamy white strands of his hair, now still tinged a pale pink.

"Your hair is still pink. It had better not stain permanently. Blasted moogles." His voice is an angry mutter, still very much incensed about the antics of those flying fluff balls, but his touch is careful. He always handled Ren like such, as if he were something to be treasured.

Ren chuckles sleepily, his cheek pressed to Sid's shoulder as he mirrored the other man's actions by twirling his fingers through Sidurgu's pale hair that also happened to have some patches of pink still lingering in it. "With a face like yours, you could make anything work."

Sid gives a disgruntled huff, less than amused. Though Ren knew there was likely some embarrassment there. Sid always got all flustered when Ren complimented him. The miqo'te smiled, feeling strangely warm and very much sleepy as he trailed his lips over Sid's smooth skin.

"Come on, get up before you fall asleep in the bath again," Sid says, abruptly lifting Ren up under his arms to dangle over the bath like a sleepy, sodden kitten as the xaela stood to his full height.

"Mmph," Ren replies so very eloquently. Once or twice, or three times hardly counted. He got sleepy in the bath after adventuring hard, so what? He was in no danger of drowning with the blessing of the Kojin. But saying so to Sid would get him nowhere but a lecture about being vulnerable to the cold still, be he a blessed savior of Eorzea or no.

…..

All dried off and fresh and clean, Sid and Ren finally collapse into bed for a much needed nap after checking on Rielle. Sid settled onto his back and into his pillow that was specially made for auri horns as Ren drew the blankets around them and snuggled up to his side.

With barely a few more drowsy words between them, they both drop off to sleep rather quickly.

….

Sid wakes in stages from dreams that were filled with an overwhelming, feverish heat that was all lustful moments that had already happened between himself and Ren. The tangle of limbs, the taste of sweat. The sound of Ren's voice curling sweet around his horns in a husky moan.

He hears it again. Feels it, even. The sound vibrating through him from the hot, wet heat of a familiar pair of lips wrapped around his cock.

Sid lifts his head from his pillow, blue-green eyes blinking open as he wakes fully. His hand tugging back the blankets that felt too heavy now in this hot, feverish flush to the sight of Ren with his head buried in his lap. His lips pressed to the tip of his dick as his tongue lapped over him, hot and wet.

Those mischievous yellow eyes burn into him, lit with the same feverish flame that he himself was feeling as Ren opened his mouth and swallowed him down with another husky moan.

Sidurgu's head snaps back, his breath hissing out of him in a strangled curse as Ren slurped at him with a greedy hunger that had his toes already curling as his feet slipped over the bed.

The pollen! Sid realizes. It must have gotten to them, sitting on their skin for so long. Godsdamn those meddling moogles…!

"Ren!" he croaked out in a desperate voice, raspy with sleep and the crashing waves of desire that washed over him.

Despite the coerthan cold that crept in he felt overheated, his body feeling truly feverish. He felt overly sensitive, hyper aware of every touch. Gods, he could hardly think with the intensity of it. Sensation pulled at and narrowed his focus to the smooth, hot feel of Ren's lips as they slid firm over the length of him from the tip of his prick down to the base. The wicked swipe of Ren's tongue as it rubbed at him combined with the warm trickle of saliva that slipped down over his balls as Ren drooled over him excessively as if Sid were a delectable treat he had been denied for far too long. It was not so. It had not been that long since they'd last shared a bed, but for how eagerly Ren sucked at him, he was thoroughly convinced that the miqo'te was feeling the same terrible need that he was.

He is shown no mercy, given no quarter. That hot, hungry mouth swallowed him whole. Ren's touch burned into him like a brand as he swept one hand over his hips and belly, the other cradling his balls to fondle and squeeze in perfect tandem to the bob of the miqo'te's head.

Sidurgu's skin prickles, muscles trembling as the heat he felt burned hotter and hotter with the bob of Ren's head. His hands scrabbling at the bedclothes for something to hold onto, his fists curling in the sheets as his hips jerked and his back bowed. His voice crying out in an awfully embarrassing sound that rings through his horns as he reaches his peak far too fast.

"R-Ren!" He cried, his eyes rolling back with ecstasy so intense it was almost painful. Ren only made it worse by taking him as deep as he could go. Those sinful lips pursed tight around him, humming throatily as the xaela's cock pulsed and twitched over his tongue. Ren swallowed around him mercilessly as he moaned in lascivious delight. Gods, the sounds he made as he gulped down everything Sid had to offer were far too much!

All the xaela could do was throw his arm over his face, hiding behind it in embarrassed, overstimulated fluster as Ren pulled off of him excruciatingly slow. The glide of his lips over his cock just as much a tease as the words that were soon to follow as the tip of his cock slipped from those mischievous lips with a lewd pop.

"Sid," Ren moaned his shortened name—and Gods, he sounded as wrecked as Sid felt. "I feel so hot."

Of course, Sid could feel it coming off him in waves. Ren was burning even hotter than he was. He had taken the larger brunt of the stuff, been doused from head to toe in it.

Looking at him now, Sid could see the visible effects of the pollen on his lover. The sheen of sweat on his skin that was flushed with fever, so vibrant that it almost appeared as if he were still stained pink with the color of that dreaded pollen. His eyes were dilated, the black of his pupil so enlarged that the color of his iris was naught but a thin sliver of gleaming yellow.

"I can't wait anymore," Ren groans as he stroked over Sid's sensitive, saliva-slicked cock with his feverishly hot hands that squeezed at him just an edge too roughly. Sid grunts out, eyes squinting as he bears it. It must be the effect of the pollen that has him hardening again so quickly, that terrible need still swirling headily in his groin.

"Don't hurt yourself," Sid hisses out, grinding his teeth as Ren tossed the sheets aside in a crumpled heap and sat up in the xaela's lap.

"I won't," Ren assured him breathily as he straddled him with his knees digging into the bed next to Sidurgu's hips. "I already prepared myself."

If Ren's stroking hands hadn't made him hard already, the mental image of Ren staring down at Sid's sleeping face as he opened himself open with his fingers would certainly have done it. Sid flushed hot with renewed desire, a curse on his tongue as his cock twitched hard and precum dribbled messily over Ren's fingers where he still held him in his hands.

Ren laughs that familiar teasing laugh of his. Of course he does. Even so desperate as he was right now, he would not miss an opportunity to tease Sid in bed as he liked to do.

"Did that make you excited?" He asks with impish delight as he squeezed at the tip of Sid's cock, stroking downward in a firm squeeze like he was trying to milk more out of him. Sid hisses out another curse, head jerking as his cock throbbed in Ren's grip. Precum beading at the head of his prick and spilling over to drop over the miqo'te's stroking fingers. Every bit of him always seemed to oblige Ren's whims no matter how the au ra pretended to be reluctant about it. One of them had to have some measure of restraint, surely?

"I wanted to let you rest as long as I could," Ren tells him, a bit of thoughtful sweetness that made the xaela feel warm. At least before the next words out of his lips had the dark knight reacting again with a surge of arousal, "but I knew I could not wait terribly long to have you. Can you forgive me for staring at you with a lustful gaze while you slept, fantasizing that it was your fingers, your cock inside of me instead as I opened myself up to take you?"

Sid makes a strangled sound in his throat. His eyes squeezing closed as he pleads for some sliver of mercy from his mischievous lover, "Gods, Ren, please."

Ren makes a sound of amusement, his eyes narrowing to slits as he looks at Sid with what the dark knight could almost call a predatory gaze if he were not so clearly lustful or flushed so prettily. He was already so close to his limit, Sid could tell. Just how long had he been awake, in this pollen-induced lustful haze, touching himself all alone while Sid had slept?

"Have I not been generous already?" Ren asks, his voice strangely deep as his touch became far too light for any satisfying friction. His fingers danced over him in featherlight, teasing touches. His pointer finger tapping at the tip of Sid's dick as it bobbed and twitched, his laugh holding that edge of mischief that spoke of hours upon hours of Sid being teased and ravished.

"You have," Sid gasps, his voice pitching high in an almost whine at the loss of Ren's stroking hand. His whole body shivering and shuddering with that frustrating, teasing caress. Indeed, this was being generous for Ren who liked to tease Sid. He who had happily taught the dark knight of all the pleasures of the flesh he had not known. Yes, Ren had happily shown him all the ways he could tease and push the xaela to the edge until he inevitably gave in and ravished his miqo'te lover.

"I am… lacking patience today," Ren admits to him with labored, panting breath. The blush to his skin deepened as he looked Sid in the eye and licked over the palms of his hands with a tongue slick with saliva.

Sid let out a particularly loud sound of pleasured surprise as the miqo'te positioned himself just so and took them both in his hands to stroke at them together with his saliva slick hands.

"Shh! Be quiet, or Rielle might hear," Ren shushes him with laughter in his voice, his grin showing all his teeth as his hands move over them. With the size difference it was a little challenging, Sid was by no means small for auri standards. He was most definitely a dark knight that wielded more than one oversized sword. While Ren was above average for a miqo'te—well endowed, he would claim—next to Sid he looked small. It was no surprise that was so, as Ren was of a slender build even though he was toned from his life as an adventurer. He was tiny in all ways next to Sid. The only thing he had on the xaela was a larger, perky peach-shaped derriere.

"She should…—ah!—be sleeping by now," Sid says, stuttering on a moan as Ren rubs under the sensitive head of his cock, squeezing with both hands on the downstroke that grinds the miqo'te's girth against his. Their skin becoming tacky with friction and the combination of drying saliva and precum.

"Do I need to gag you?" Ren laughs teasingly, leaning over as his tongue slid from his mouth. Drool dripping down from that pretty, pink appendage to slick the way again.

"Too lazy to grab the lube?" Sid pokes at him in a grumble, changing the subject with a shimmy of his hips that was definitely not a squirm of arousal.

"All out," Ren slurs with his tongue still sticking out, drool dripping onto his hands. Sid would have to make certain he drank enough water after this. All this sweating and drooling and excess spend, he'd need it. They both would.

"I used it all. Needed the rest to fit your huge cock into my ass," Ren adds, smiling toothily as Sid choked on air at that.

"Oh, Gods," Sid's cheeks burn red with his lover's casual vulgarity even as his hands slipped up over Ren's thighs to palm at that big, perky ass of his now that he'd made mention of it. The fur of his cute, stubby tail tickled at the au ra's fingers as he dug in with his hands to knead at him, spreading his cheeks open as he pulled him down to grind their cocks together.

"Hahh," Ren sighed, rutting his hips down into him shamelessly. "So good, Sid," the miqo'te groaned as they rubbed together in messy friction.

Sid hisses out his own pleasure through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowed to slits as the pleasure throbbed through him sharp enough to ache and burn. Nng, it was good but painfully so. Everything felt too sensitive like they had been doing this for more than a few bells even though they had really only just begun.

His skin felt on fire. Lust pooling heavy and heady in his loins. He felt fit to burst. He would if they kept on like this for much longer. He could feel it, he was already close again. Gods, what was the purpose of this pollen? Had that flower monster confused them for another floral beast? Or was it the type that enjoyed the added spice of its victims pheromones when it devoured them?

"Don't cum yet," Ren moans to him. Wiggling atop him, arching into the press of Sid's kneading hands and grinding their cocks together. The both of them slicker now with more than just spit. "I know you can last longer than this."

Sid favors him with a searing glance under his eyelashes. Ren was close, too, for how much was leaking out of that pretty little prick of his. "Normally," Sid grits out in a gravelly voice, "but we are under the effects of some sort of sex pollen, you realize. The only reason I have…— nnng…— lasted this long is because…— hhah..!—of your habit of bloody well teasing me!"

Ren laughs even though he is trembling all over, his skin flushed more red than pink now. His yellow eyes glazed bright with lust. Starting to tease, "You're welcome—Ohh!—" when Sid spreads him open and rubs the pads of his fingers over the pucker of his hole. His fingers slipped easily inside as he pressed there, showing Ren's good work in preparing himself.

"You are hungry for more, aren't you," Sidurgu comments with a dark smirk as his tail rose up between his legs to join his fingers in teasing along Ren's hole. He dips into him with two fingers, then four, fingers curling and spreading Ren wide open for the tip of his tail to join in and sink inside of that warm, tight heat.

"Ah!" Ren cries out, jerking against Sid as that auri tail slipped into him easy, filling him almost as well as the girth of Sid's cock. Those smooth, cool scales were certainly a different but still pleasurable sensation. For one bonus, it could thrust and press and curl inside him much differently, far more flexible than a cock.

It was no surprise that Ren almost instantly cums as Sid slips his tail into him deep and presses down to rub at his sensitive spots he knew so well.

Ren tossed his head back, his back bowing as he came hard, his spend shooting all over Sid's chest and belly. "Hhng!"

Sidurgu watches him with glittering eyes that glow umbral bright with his own rising lust, his own cock drooling heavily where the miqo'te squeezed at him with both hands. Was the effect of the pollen transferable through sexual contact, or was it simply watching Ren cum that made him so heated?

It hardly mattered, because Ren was already hard again. This pollen was really something, because, gods, he needed , " More . I need more," Ren groans out. "Need your cock," he insists, already moving in his impatience as Sid slips his tail out of him to flop back onto the bed.

Ren makes an indecipherable sound as Sid surges upright before he can take control, sending Ren sprawling back onto the bed arse over tits and practically cracking his head as he flops back. If not for the miqo'te's quick reflexes, it could have ended in injury, but Sid knows that Ren can handle it. And Ren liked making the xaela so riled that he became rough and feral, inhibitions flung to the wayside as he is lost in lust and desire for his smaller, slender lover.

Ren moans out in wanton glee as Sid rearranges him as he pleased, his touch rough and possessive. His upper body is pressed to the bed, back arched and knees planted. His ass pulled up high for Sid's use. An amused, giggily hiss drawn from his lips as Sid smacked his bottom. The xaela sliding a hot, possessive hand over the curve of his spine before grasping at his ass and spreading him open again, lining up with the tip of his prick pressing against Ren's twitching hole. Gaping and hungry to be filled again after the tease of Sid's tail that was far too brief.

So, Sid wanted him doggystyle, huh? Hehehe, he just couldn't keep his hands off his ass, could he? What a pervert. Ren loved him to bits.

"Fuck me," Ren demands, wiggling his ass just to be a teasing shite.

"Quiet," Sid snarls at him, slapping the tip of his prick against the pink, puckered flesh of Ren's asshole and growling in his throat for the way Ren twitched and moaned. The miqo'te trying to make Sid do what he wanted by backing up into him.

Ren huffed out a breath as Sid's bulk and weight pressed Ren into the bed. Ren gave a strangled moan as the xaela grinded against him with all his weight, bouncing on him and chuckling at the choked little sound Ren lets out.

The thick, meaty tip of his cock rubs against him, guided by Sid's hand. The tip sliding, pressing, sinking in ever so maddeningly slow…

And then Ren lets out a long moan, lips slack and eyes rolling back with pleasure as Sid's cock popped through that ring of muscle and finally sank into him. Nn, there was nothing quite like the stretch of Sid's cock inside of him. Filling him up, that aching emptiness he felt ebbing away with every ilm that stretched him open.

"Fuck me," Ren demands, but his voice is far too breathy to sound demanding. As close to a plea as Sid would ever get from him.

But Sid does not give into it. Instead, he smacks Ren's big perky ass in the same spot he had struck before, the sensation making the miqo'te's creamy white fur bristle and body jerk with spine tingling enjoyment. He moans out, twitching and squirming the best he could in this position, rocking for all he could into the press of Sid's cock.

Ren gives an approving moan as Sid leaned in, planted a hand on the back of his head and shoved him down. The xaela bracing himself to better pound Ren into the mattress. His tail slithering and caressing over the miqote’s sweaty skin. Over the backs of his thighs and the curve of his ass, the tips of it teasing over the stretched rim of his hole as Sid's cock sank into him again and again. The dark knight's hips and thighs lean heavily into him, forcing Ren’s upper body into the cushion of the bed as he is pinned under the larger man's weight. All that rippling muscle the xaela possessed put to use, all of it against Ren. To utterly wreck him.

Ren huffs out gasping, heaving breaths with his face buried in the mattress, sobbing out with ecstasy as the intensity of it all makes him lose his senses. The only sounds from his lips are lustful cries that he smothers in their bedding in fear of waking their elezen ward.

Every downward stab of that toe-curling thickness has his mind steadily blanking. The sound of skin against skin rings in his ears, Sid's balls slapping against his ass. The xaela bouncing on him, forcing him down into the bed, grinding and rubbing and throbbing inside him as he thrust again and again and again. Drool slips past Ren's pleasure slackened lips as he gasps and cries out. Yes, yes, yes…! This was what he needed! This was… ah! So good!

So close, so close. Ren could feel it. His eyes felt glazed with the haze of pink pollen. Even as he closed his eyes did he see the bright starburst, the dizzy pretty pink of pleasure as the pollen flared up, his second explosive orgasm taking over him and stealing his breath.

He can feel the pulse of Sid's cock inside of him, the weight of his balls resting heavy on his ass as he throbbed, emptying inside of him. Filling Ren's ass with that very first load of cum.

Ren swallows heavily, still tasting him on his tongue. This was not enough. He needed more. He needed Sid to cum inside him again. Several times, mayhap. Possibly for the rest of the night Sid would be worked to exhaustion, til he was milked utterly dry.

Ren's eyes gleam with a predatory lust. Lying in wait for his chance to take control again, to make Sid cry with pleasure and beg for him again and again.

He seizes his moment when Sid slips out of him, the xaela stumbling a bit as he tries not to squash him now that he was not leaning steady on him.

Ren twists, springing up quick and taking advantage of his lover's off kilter balance.

"My turn!" Ren crows, and with some quick maneuvering he has Sid on his back where he wants him. The xaela's girth coming to rest between the perky roundness of his ass, his tip teasing against the twitching pucker of his sloppy, greedy hole.

"Grab me, hold me open. I want to feel your hands on me, strong and rough," Ren purrs, biting at his lower lip as the xaela gazes up at him with wide eyes and blushing cheeks; and does as he bids him. Ahh, he was so cute. Ren wanted to make him cum his brains out.

With Sid obediently holding him open by palmfuls of his muscled bottom, he groans in his throat as he pressed back into the xaela's thick cock, bearing down on him with wholehearted lust.

"Yess, just like that," Ren sighed with lustful satisfaction as Sid sank back inside of him far easier with the slick of cum and lube inside of him.

For a moment Ren sat astride him, just enjoying that fullness as he squeezed around him purposefully. Mayhap a little wickedly in the knowledge that Sid would surely be cumming again and again before he was through with him. Ren fully intended to milk him dry.

Sid's hands dug into his flesh, bracing his hips as he flung his head back and cursed, "Ren. I won't…—nng!—last if you tease me in this state!" The dark knight tells him. Even though the both of them had only just cum, Sid was hard again and throbbing like he was already close.

Ren makes a light, almost giggily sound of amusement. "It's fine if you do. I don't feel the effects of the pollen wearing off yet. Or any time soon. Do you?"

Sid groans. No. Seven hells, he hated to admit that Ren was right. It felt more like it was getting worse rather than getting better. On top of it all, Ren was being a bloody tease as per usual!

The miqo'te was riding him excruciatingly slow, swiveling his hips as he rocked atop him. Sid's fingers dug into the miqo'te's thighs and bottom, his head banging back against his pillow in lustful frustration. "Ren, please," he gasped out. "Must you persist in teasing me?"

Ren gazes at him with hooded eyes, his face awash with lust and pleasure. Just how good was his control that he did not ravish Sid right this moment? The xaela felt like he might explode with need.

"Your reactions are so cute, Sid," Ren admits to him through labored breath, the strain of holding back at least showing through that and on his flushed face. "Even though my blood feels like it is boiling, I cannot help myself. I want to tease you, I want to see all the faces you make. To hear you moan and beg for me. You deny yourself so often, to see you lose control and give into your desires…" Ren tips his head back and moans, "Hahh, I love that."

Fuck. Blood rushes to Sidurgu's face listening to all Ren had to say, his face reddening to such a deep shade of red that he almost looked sunburned. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Ren," Sid groans, hiding his face behind his hand. His heart pounded hard in his chest, desire twisting hot in his lower belly. Ah, shite. He could not take it anymore.

"Yes?" Ren purrs, looking far too smug, far too delighted at his embarrassment and lustful misery. The fucker.

"You little shite," Sid growls, glowering at him through the gasps in his finger before reaching out and grasping at the miqo'te's hips. Yanking him down forcefully as he rolled his hips up. Thrusting hard and fast in a lustful frenzy as he glared up at the face of his friend and lover.

He had the audacity to look like that, on top of it all. As if he were surprised and swept up in blissful ecstasy as he moaned out loud. This was what he wanted. They both knew it. He wanted Sid to snap. To see him lose control again.

"Sid!" Ren mewled, tossing his head back and scratching over his own chest as he gasped and cried out with every powerful thrust of the xaela's hips.

Sid curses, rolling the miqo'te beneath him to change the angle. Pounding him into the mattress as Ren makes sounds that are all too enthusiastic. This might be the end of the bedframe for the wear and tear the furniture had endured from the start of this relationship if theirs. It creaked and groaned under their combined strength and lascivious enthusiasm, thankfully far enough away from the wall that it did not slam against it and risk waking Rielle.

Sid could only hope she was deep asleep. Because as he lifts Ren's legs and hooks his knees over one shoulder, pressing the miqo'te into the mattress as he thrust quick and deep, Ren gets loud.

"Ah, yes," the miqo'te moans out, his hands twisting in the bedding. Sheets and pillows crumpling in his fists as he writhed and bucked underneath the au ra. "Hnng..!! There, right there. Ah! Harder!" He goads Sid on, euphoric in this powerful haze of lust.

Sid makes a guttural sound in his throat, pinning the smaller man beneath him. Nearly bending him in half as he covered his mouth to quiet the sounds Ren let out.

"Quiet," Sid grunts out, panting hard as sweat rolls down his back. Ren only moans behind his hand, his tongue licking over his sweaty skin. His teeth scraping over his palm, biting at him as he looked up at Sid with yellow eyes that gleamed through the fan of his eyelashes.

It was unfair how disgustingly gorgeous he was. Sid wanted to wipe that smug expression off his face. To give the miqo'te the same treatment as Ren did to him.

Sid slips his hand away to instead crush their mouths together, swallowing the sounds of Ren's cries. His words more command than plea even as he babbled in orgasmic pleasure. He was certainly a bossy little shite in bed. Why did Sid adore him so damned much? He was a pain in his arse. He caused as many problems as he solved. He dragged Sid into ridiculous situations, just like the one they were currently in.

Ah, well. Perhaps this one was on him. For insisting he go along with Ren and Rielle when he knew that moogles would be involved. He was full of too much rage, too impatient to deal with those he could hardly tolerate without losing his temper.

Sid feels it when it starts to happen. He knew all the signs, knew exactly when Ren was close. The familiar way his body reacts. How his arms wrapped around him tight, Sid's name a moan that was lost between the slippery slide of their tongues in the deep of their kiss. The way he squeezed around him as his muscles stretched taut.

The hot spurts of the miqo'te's cum coats the washboard of the xaela's abs and buxom chest, making a mess of him. Ren feels so tight around him that Sid almost gives in himself, but just barely staves it off.

"You can cum again," Sid murmurs with an evil, rakish grin stretching across his face. Delighting in the way Ren shudders and shivers and trembles.

"Ah, ah," Sid tsks when Ren shakes his head. He knew this game. Ren was never submissive, he just liked the thrill of Sid pushing back and being forceful with him. "I know you have it in you. You can go again and again and again, can't you? Of course you can." Sid rumbles out in a voice deepened with desire, chuckling darkly as Ren claws at his back and jerks against him as Sid swipes a hand through the mess on his abs and curls his hand around Ren's still sensitive cock. Squeezing firm as he jerks him off sloppily, his hips rocking into him slow and grinding deep.

Sid watches him, attention rapt as Ren's eyes rolled back. His back arching and hips jerking as he came again so easily, so quickly. Dribbles of his cum dripping over Sid's fingers as he squeezed just under his tip. Rubbing at that sensitive spot with swipes of his thumb.

"Again," Sid croaks out hoarsely, gritting his teeth as Ren clenched around him hard. Nng… So close. Sid hisses through his teeth. Too close. He almost came just then.

"Just once more," Sid coaxes him as his hand starts to move again.

"Sid," Ren very nearly sobs, his feet flopping weakly as he flailed and jerked with the oversensitivity. If it weren't for the hint of that mischievous smile hovering on the corners of his mouth, Sid could almost believe him. He wanted more. He always wanted more. He drove Sid to exhaustion with his boundless energy.

Sid groans out as Ren clenched around him rhythmically, pulsing like a heartbeat. Sid rocked his hips into him, holding steady as he thrust small and quick, buried deep.

"Hnng, ah..! Haah!" Ren cries out, head jerking and his whole body trembling uncontrollably as Sid wrung one more orgasm out of him.

Sid gave his own choked off cry, burying his face in Ren's shoulder and biting at his skin to muffle the sound of his voice as he came. It felt like several orgasms stacked on top of each other, stretching on for so long a moment that Sid felt he might pass out as Ren milked him dry of all he had to offer. So much that it filled the miqo'te full and spilled over, pouring out of him to dribble down over his skin and onto the bedding underneath him.

Sid shuddered, barely holding himself up to stop from crushing Ren beneath him. He drops, cradling Ren with him, onto his side on the bed. A shuddering sigh heaved out of him as he basked in the afterglow.

He drifts back into focus slowly, snapping out of it quicker as Ren starts to squirm in his arms.

"How are you feeling?" Sid asks, drawing away. Eyes widening and face heating up as he spies the reddened mark he had left on Ren's skin. Did he go too far in pushing him like that?

"Mmph. Never better," Ren replies lazily. Soothing Sid's worry before he even voices it. Ren's smile is very much satisfied, but edging into the dangerous territory of mischievous as he looks Sid in the face and says, "I think the pollen is wearing off now. So… Want to go again before it goes away entirely?"

This little…! Did he never tire? There he went again, seeking to exhaust him of every drop of energy he had to spare.

The pillow Sid tosses at him smacks Ren in the face. The damned miqo'te had more libido than sense in that tiny body of his!

Ren pouts, wrapping his arms around the pillow as Sid turns onto his belly. "Is that a no?" The miqo'te asks, tossing the pillow aside to snuggle up to Sid's back and sweeping his hand down over the curve of his spine to cup his bare bottom. Giving it a firm, appreciative squeeze.

Sid buries his burning face into a pillow.

The air is heavy with the prolonged pause of Ren waiting on his answer.

…..

Ugh.

Damn it all, why could he never deny him?

"...Do as you like."

Ren grins, pressing close to trail kisses over Sid's nape, along his sculpted shoulders and down his spine.

Heh. Sid could pretend all he liked that he was above things like the pleasures of the flesh, but Ren knew him best.

"You love sex just as much as I do," Ren laughs into his skin. "Or is it that you just love sex with me?"

"Shut up," Sid grumbles. "Or I will smother you with a pillow."

"Oh? Kinky."

"Agh! Ren!"

…

"Feeling better?" Estinien asks when they bump into him the very next day. Sid and Ren were on something of a stroll through Ishgard after dropping Rielle off for her scheduled conjurer training with E-Sumi-Yan.

A strange coincidence, this. To see Estinien in Ishgard two days in a row.

Hm. Did he have business here?

"I am," Ren replies, all smiles and fairly glowing under the sunlight and the soft white of the falling snow. "Sid took care of me."

Estinien holds his hand up, squinting and shielding his eyes from the brightness that was Ren. A little dazzled by the miqo'te's radiance and a lot disgruntled about it. "...Did he."

The azure dragoon glances in the direction of the dark knight, who looked blandly bored if not for the blush of color to his pale skin. Some lingering bit of that… pollen, was it? Or was he ill?

"Maybe next time around you could help, too," Ren says with a peculiar smile. "We could all go see the moogles together."

Hahh?

Estinien immediately scowls. Had Ren forgotten his hatred of moogles? Or did he enjoy the thought of his suffering being around those fluffy floating fools?

Sid looks just as irritated at Ren's offer to the dragoon. Did he hate moogles too? Or was it that he did not want Estinien to accompany them?

Estinien shook his head. What did it matter? "No thank you," he says gruffly and turns on his heel. Looking back at Ren one more time as he says, "It is good that you are well," before he dragoon jumps up and away.

Leaving so soon? Hah, this guy's… "Good to see you, too? Ok? Bye, Estinien!" Ren says with a shake of his head and confused wave, looking to Sid as the xaela grabs at his shoulder.

"Did you just invite that elezen into our bed?" Sid grumbles.

Ren shrugs. "What? You don't like him? Is he not pretty enough for you?"

Sid frowns. "It is not about his level of pettiness." It was that the man was a knight of Ishgard. And that Ren would invite him to join them without first speaking to him on the subject. It was their bed. And besides, they had Rielle to think about, too.

Ren gives a delighted laugh. "Oh, so you do think he's pretty?"

Sid flushes red. "That is not what I meant and you know it!"

"Should I tell him you think he's pretty the next time I see him?"

"No!"

…..

....

...

"—ielle… Rielle?"

Rielle startles, her eyes snapping open and spine straightening from her impromptu nap sitting cross-legged in the meditation area of the Conjurer's guild. "Huh?" Her eyes darted about, wiping at the back of her mouth in the hopes she hadn't drooled.

"Rielle," Brother E-Sumi-Yan repeats her name calmly. "Are you alright? You look tired." Then, quieter and gentler, he asks, "Are you still having those nightmares?"

Rielle purses her lips, green eyes squinting as she shook her head and yawned hugely. "My apologies, teacher. I did not mean to doze off again. I am a little tired, but it is not the nightmares. I have… noisy neighbors." Rielle says, rubbing at the bags under her eyes. Not as dark as they could have been, thankfully. "I do appreciate that sleeping spell you taught me. It came in handy last night, too."

E-Sumi-Yan smiles serenely. "You are most welcome. I am glad that I could assist you in this matter."

It wasn't that she didn't know about the relationship between Sid and Ren, but it was a bit horrifying to wake up to the sound of their… copulating. It was a bit like hearing her parents, since she looked to them both as guardians.

Rielle shuddered in teenaged disgust, covering her pointed ears and shaking her head. Thank goodness for that sleeping spell, she'd only heard a little before covering her ears and hurriedly casting that spell. She'd blessedly slept through all the rest. Hahh, those two. They were all over each other all the bloody time.

"Actually, teacher, do you mind if I stay here for a while longer?"

She adored both of them, truly, but Rielle did not know that she could look either of them in the eye right now. A few days apart might do them some good. And maybe those two could get it all out, whatever it was that had gotten into them.

Rielle certainly hoped so.

Growing children need their rest. Or at least, that was what Ren had told her.

"I'm glad they like each other so much," Rielle mumbles. "I just want to sleep."

Maybe she should look into a sound proofing spell? That would certainly help her in the long run instead of relying so heavily on sleeping spells.

…..

....

...

"Do you think that has the same effect?" One lazily floating moogle asks their half-dozing friend, puffing on a moogle pipe and drinking from a bottle of moogle spirits.

Their best mog friend does not answer, as they had begun to snore heavily. The floating moogle reaches out and pops the bubble of their sleepy snot.

The formerly sleeping moogle jerks awake, "Eh? What?" They smack their furry moogle lips, kupopopo, and reach for the bottle the other moogle offers to tip it back and drink deep. "...What was the question, kupo?" They ask, hazy with sleep and fine moogle intoxicants.

The other moogle takes another deep drought of their pipe, breathing out a giant cloud of smoke. Happily, moogily blitzed. "Do you think that helped that awful, violent xaela at all?"

The other moogle gulps down the truly ridiculous amount of booze bulging out its cute, fuzzy whiskered cheeks. "That?" The mog asks, handing the bottle off in trade for the moogle pipe.

"That."

"Ahhh, that." The moogle sups at the pipe, wings flapping and pom bobbing. A shrug, and another puff at the pipe. "Who knows?"

The first moogle pauses, blinking. "You don't know? I thought you knew."

The second moogle trades off for the bottle again. "Eh? Me? I was going along with what you said, kupo!"

The first moogle puffs at the pipe.

Huh.

Well, what harm could it have done? That only ever made moogles drowsy, snuggly, and brutally honest. Surely it could not be much different for those from below?

Surely not, surely not, kupo.

Hmm. But had it been the right color? The mog rubs at their whiskers, feeling much too good to think too hard on this. For the bounce of the pom, they could not recall!

Ah, well. It was probably fine.

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