Technically, mist is considered to be water droplets suspended in air, often occurring when there’s cold air above hot water. To the sweltering inhabitants of the Prima Vista, that description was a load of bull. They were over the Mist Continent, not water, and there wasn’t even a cool breeze to fan the miserable crew heading home to Lindblum.Zidane wiped his arm across his sweating brow, blinking moisture from his eyes. The blonde monkey-tailed man glared up over the railing on the second deck at the sun, mentally cursing the burning orb. Growling, he tore at the teal ribbon at his throat, throwing his lacy ascot behind him.
“Damn, it’s hot,” Zidane heaved, shaking his head, sweat droplets flying. A short chuckle caught his attention, enticing him to lift his head, if for no other reason than to see the ass that dared laugh at him. Blank leaned against the gleaming white railing, arms crossed, his eye band pushed up to work as a headband, keeping his fiery red hair away from his sweat streaked face. “What are you laughing at, Patches?” Zidane sneered. Blank smirked.
“Just you. You look like a drowned monkey, you know that, right?” Blank said, his pale blue eyes roving over Zidane’s body. Zidane, feeling less than mannerly, flipped off Blank. Blank chuckled again.
Pushing himself off the rail, Blank walked over to Zidane, smiling. Zidane glared at Blank, alert, wondering what the red headed thief was planning. In one quick move, Blank pushed Zidane against a shaded wall, unbuttoning his wrist cuffs, letting them fall to the floor, wrenching his soaked white tank over his head. Zidane quirked an eyebrow.
“You’re wearing too much. You’ll be cooler if you strip,” Blank explained, his hand reaching for Zidane’s crotch. Zidane snorted, shaking his head, the thin ribbon in his hair untying itself. Before Blank pulled on Zidane’s pants, he tilted his head. “You are wearing something under these, right?” Zidane just grinned. Shrugging, Blank pulled down Zidane’s trousers. He blushed deeply when he felt skin at his wrists, and upon looking down, noticed Zidane wasn’t wearing a damn thing. Blank pulled his hands away, as if he had been burned. Zidane kicked off his boots and slipped his pants off the rest of the way, inhaling deeply.
“Hey, you’re right, buddy. I feel a lot better without all those clothes on.” Zidane said, amused at the wide-eyed expression of his partner in crime. The blonde stretched his arms over his head, thrusting his pelvis forward. He had to choke back the laugh the look Blank gave his crotch caused. Zidane blinked innocently. “Is something wrong, Blank? You lookin’ a little red. Maybe you’re still wearing too much yourself,” Zidane suggested. Before Blank had time to breath, Zidane turned, grabbed Blank and pushed him against the wall. With the deft fingers of a skilled cutpurse, Zidane removed Blank’s leather briefs, tossing the single garment to the side to join his own clothing. Blank’s blush deepened as he felt Zidane’s sex rub against his own.
A cool breeze wafted past the two nude men, sending a chill down Blank’s spine. He shivered against the wall, his fingers trying to dig into the wood behind him. He wasn’t sure if he was shivering from the sudden burst of cool air on his sweat slick body or from the way too close proximity he now found himself with a man he considered as close as a brother. Zidane noticed Blank shiver and grinned feral.
“Aw, you cold now? Maybe I can warm ya up.” Zidane whispered, pressing himself against Blank. Blank’s eyes rolled back, his hands almost instinctively going to Zidane’s bare shoulders. Zidane nuzzled Blank’s neck, laying tiny kisses across his multi-skinned collarbone. Blank sighed loudly, arching his neck back, wordlessly begging for more attention. Zidane nipped at Blank’s throat, his hands roving over Blank’s slick sides, up his arms and down his thighs.
Taking Zidane a little by surprise, Blank angled himself against the wall he was leaning on, wrapping one leg around Zidane’s waist, pushing himself against Zidane’s arousal. Zidane was not about to complain and shifted back a bit, allowing Blank to use the wall as leverage as he gripped harder onto Zidane’s shoulders so he could wrap his other leg around the blonde’s waist. Zidane’s breathing was erratic, his racing heartbeat matching Blank’s.
“Fuck, and I thought it was hot before,” Zidane muttered, moving one of his hands to Blank’s lower back, the other to the redhead’s neck to pull him in for a kiss. Blank pushed himself up against the wall, positioning himself over Zidane’s cock. As Zidane’s tongue thrust inside Blank’s hot mouth, he pushed himself inside Blank’s hotter body.
Blank bit down on Zidane’s tongue, causing the blonde to gasp at the pleasurable pain. Zidane gripped onto Blank’s ass, his back writhing like a snake’s, almost as if he was dancing into the whimpering redhead. Blank squeezed his thighs around Zidane’s waist, riding him as fast as he could, trying to get his blonde partner deeper inside him. Zidane pushed Blank against the wall behind him, quickening his pace. He tickled his furry tail up Blank’s thigh, down around his ass, around him to the front to wrap around Blank’s neglected erection.
The mix of the hot, passionate sex and the fur against his throbbing arousal was enough to drive Blank literally up the wall. His hands went above his head on the wall behind him, his fingers digging into the wood paneling. Blank yelped as he came, his sticky essence coating Zidane’s tail and stomach. As he slowly regained even breathing, he pushed away from the wall into Zidane’s arms, kissing a drop of his own come from Zidane’s chest. Zidane’s chest heaved with labored breathing, but when Blank lifted his eyes to his, he grinned, kissing him.
Wide eyes blinked sweat away, hands too shaky to move to wipe the moisture away. Marcus whistled low, shaking his head, carefully slipping his handkerchief off his head. He’d heard everything that happened between two of his Tantalus mates, and now he found himself hotter than before.
The End
