InsaneJournal

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    Fayt Leingod’s life was not the same as the others. In the beginning, he had an adventure that led to him and his companions saving all the worlds of their not-real 3D space. After they had all split up, Fayt had to go solo since everybody else was doing other things. It hadn’t been the brightest idea due to the fact that Luther Lansfeld, the Creator and Owner of the Eternal Sphere wasn’t exactly dead. How had he survived? Well, 4D beings like him just didn’t die easily in the 3D space. He was that formidable.
   
    So, when Fayt was traveling alone, Luther had literally appeared, swept him off his feet like some gorgeous bride, and had taken him into his own home. Fayt, being himself, had resisted since he knew that Luther was going to use him for his super special powers of destruction. However, Luther attempting to control him just didn’t work because it had led to other things that had changed both of their lives for the better.

    And now, Fayt was living with him; he had become Luther’s enemy, friend, close friend, coworker, and now lover. Ironically, Fayt now worked for the Sphere Company since he liked tinkering with the games, but unlike Luther who worked his butt off to the point that it drove him mad -- quite literally at that since he had tried to delete the Eternal Sphere -- he came home early. 

    Speaking of Luther and work, Fayt really worried about him. The recent project had Luther occupying his Workspace for endless hours. Fayt knew it wasn’t just driving Luther nuts; it was driving him nuts too. He didn’t want his lover to literally go crazy because of some damn game that probably cost a crap load of money to produce.

    And that was when Fayt decided that Luther needed a vacation.

    Adorned in the same dark clothes of the 4D citizens, he strolled in the long hallways of Luther’s enormous home. He stopped at a specific room called the “Simulation Room” and went inside. As the name implied, it could simulate anything, from erotic dreams to grotesque nightmares; it was similar to the Virtual Reality Simulators but this had more detail and depth in the graphics. He smiled sadly; he wished there was another way to make Luther relax, like using a quick spell, but healing spells were similar to pain killer drugs; they only worked temporarily.

    He went to the main computer of the Simulation Room and typed in the codes. After a few minutes, the blank black space around him transformed into a paradise-esque place-- the beach. The sun shined and seagulls flew across the ocean, squawking loudly. He breathed in the salty air, and took off his clothes, now only dressed in blue shorts. His toes curled up at the feeling of the white sand under his feet.

    This was the first day of summer-- a specific memory of Fayt’s. Heat started to spread, warming his skin and his face. He grinned and took out two things from his pants pocket: a small bottle, and his communicator. He stuffed the bottle in the pocket of his shorts, and contacted Luther with the communicator. He smiled at the sight of Luther’s face and asked, “Are you done with work yet?”

    Luther snorted and pointed at the endless names of documents on the monitor of his computer. “No.”

    Fayt laughed. “Well, you are now. Blair’s going to take over you for a while.”

    “Absolutely not,” Luther replied, giving him a disapproving look. “The last time I took a vacation, she had advanced the Eternal Sphere to a point that--”

    “Is that a bad thing?” Fayt interrupted. Already they were treading on dangerous waters because of the way they were both raised into the universes.

    Luther narrowed his eyes. “What do you want?”

    “For you to come home,” Fayt answered with a mischievous grin. “I have to show you something.”

    “Oh?” Luther inquired, eyes gleaming. “It’s not going to be your so-called friends, is it? The last time that happened they had attempted to--”

    Fayt laughed nervously. “No, it’s not them. That’s the first and last time I’d invite them here.”

    Luther smiled like a Cheshire cat. “Good. I’ll be home in a few minutes then.”

    And in two minutes, there was a sound of a door sliding open; Fayt looked behind him and waved at the Owner, who was still dressed in his majestic clothes for the Sphere Company. Fayt ambled his way over to him and said, “You really needed a vacation, so…” He pointed at the scenery of the beach.

    Luther narrowed his eyes again. “That’s what this is? A vacation? I don’t need a vacation.”

    “Yes, you do,” Fayt replied, frowning at him. Luther had shadows under his eyes and he looked like something a cat had dragged in. The sad thing about this was the fact that this happened on a daily basis. He always looked so tired and on the edge. He stood behind Luther, wrapping his arms around Luther’s neck and breathing in the scent of his lover. Luther felt very stiff in his arms; he must fix that little problem.

    As they neared the edge of the beach, Fayt began taking Luther’s clothes off, starting off with his armor, and then the rest of the layers of his clothes until he too was only adorned in his shorts. Fayt was mildly surprised that Luther hadn’t pushed him away yet; maybe his lover was planning something. He sat on one of the folding beach chairs and patted the other chair beside him, urging for Luther to sit.

    The Owner looked at the calm waves of the ocean, his expression unreadable. Fayt blinked and then rose to his feet when Luther turned around and began walking back to the door. Fayt grabbed a hold of his arm and literally dragged him to the beach, knowing that he was treading on dangerous waters again. If he was anybody else, Luther would have eliminated him already.

    Once they stepped into the waters, he knew that Luther didn’t really want to leave. Still, as they relaxed under the cool waters, Fayt kept tabs on Luther, gazing at him and trying to figure out what Luther might do next. It was always like this: a guessing game of moves between them. Who’d make the first move, and how would the other counter?

    “Eventually I have to go back to work,” Luther said in a false bored tone of voice.

    Fayt swam close to him and said, “In this kind of heat? You need to cool off.”

    Luther snorted and tried to rise, getting out of the waters, but Fayt held him back, pulling Luther towards himself and sealing his lips with his own.

    That was when everything in Fayt’s plan got out of control.
   
    Luther turned the tables around by getting them both out of the waters and slamming Fayt to the nearest mat, pinning his body under him with his own. Luther returned the kiss deeply, madly, lashing his tongue out and demanding entrance. Fayt yielded to him, burying his fingers in Luther’s golden locks. He groaned in the kiss, arching his body as Luther began to touch him, one hand caressing his stomach and slowly going downwards and his other hand pinching one of his nipples.

    Fayt had to admit that while Luther was a workaholic, he was a great lay.

    Luther was trying to make all of the moves, leaving Fayt breathless as he kissed his neck, nipping at the delicate skin. Fayt gasped, body shuddering under the pleasurable touches and feeling Luther’s hand slipping past the hem of his shorts. He was a dominant lover, wanting to control every part of the act, but Fayt didn’t want to play his part as he had been forced to in his universe.

    He wrapped his legs around Luther’s waist, letting out another groan of need as their crotches rubbed against each other. The heat of the sun, the cool air of the beach and the musky smell of Luther’s body was so arousing. He arched beneath Luther eagerly and pulled Luther into another kiss. By that time Luther’s hand was already on his length, stroking him roughly. Other lovers would have complained, but he liked Luther being rough on him because that way, he knew that Luther was channeling his frustration into something else…

    …And perhaps that Fayt was a masochist.

    “You’re such an addict,” Luther whispered to his ear, making Fayt shiver. “Was this your intent all along? Trying to seduce me with this?”

    Fayt let one of his hands caress Luther’s cheek. “No, I just wanted you to have a--”
   
    Luther let go of his member, and grinded his hips against Fayt’s, groaning quietly. “This is why you’re at my side. An honest lover with honest intentions.” He grinned impishly, and took off the last remaining cloth of Fayt‘s. Luther did the same with himself and paused for a moment, panting softly as his body rested on top of his lover.

    “Thank you,” Fayt murmured. “We haven’t done this in a while…” He looked to the side, feeling the cool air seep into his skin. The warmth of Luther’s body on top of him balanced out the coldness of the sea and he sighed in bliss, enjoying the brief repose. “Are you done already?”

    Luther chuckled and kissed him gently. “No. I was wondering whether you have--”
   
    Fayt grabbed the bottle from the pockets of his shorts, and handed it to Luther. “You mean this?”

    Luther raised his eyebrows. “You came prepared. You knew this was going to happen.”

    Fayt grinned. “Somewhat, I guess.”

    Luther chuckled and unscrewed the bottle, pouring the lubrication into his hands. Luther was an impatient man, especially in situations like this. He shifted a moment and pushed three of his slicked fingers into Fayt, causing the blue-haired man to yelp at the sudden intrusion. It was painful, but the pain only lasted a minute as Luther began stretching him, pushing deeper and deeper.

    White flashed in his eyes and he groaned, arching his body again and trying to push against the fingers. There was another chuckle and Luther pulled the fingers back, the tip of his length now touching the surface of Fayt’s entrance. Fayt panted beneath him, cheeks flushing, eyes half-lidded. Luther coated his length with the lubrication, groaning at the contact.

    Then slowly, he pushed himself in and began rocking his hips. He didn’t start as fast as Fayt assumed, which meant that his lover was going to tease him like the other sexual activities they had done. He hated being teased, but he supposed he deserved this. He tried to make Luther go faster, rubbing against him, legs locked tightly around his waist. Fayt found his hands on Luther’s shoulders, fingers digging into the pale skin.

    Luther hissed in pain and moved a little quicker; Fayt moaned softly. He was so filled; the feeling was incredible. He was hard, precome sliding down from the slit of his length. He kissed Luther passionately, urging for him to hurry up, because he too was impatient and he was so close…

    He came, murmuring Luther’s name and loosening his hold on his lover’s body. His body rested against the mat, feeling the cold water splash against him. Even though this was the Simulation Room, it was exactly like the Eternal Sphere, meaning that everything in here was just as real as he was.

    Luther thrust in and out a few more times and finally let himself go, lying next to Fayt and panting for his breath. Fayt sat up and pulled Luther to him, letting his blond head rest on his chest, fingers weaving into Luther’s soft hair again. The two watched the sunset together in silence until Fayt interrupted it: 
   
    “Now aren’t you glad that you went home?”

    “Somewhat,” Luther answered with a sigh. “I didn’t want to deal with the rest of my coworkers complaining about useless things.”
       
    Fayt blinked and gazed at his lover. Luther’s eyes were half closed and there was a strange, but peaceful smile on his lips. He smiled as well and then started to laugh. That didn’t make a lot of sense, but he’d accept it since it enabled him to spend some alone time with his lover.

    Fin.

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AN: WHEEEEE~ that was the shortest lemon I’ve written recently.