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Title: Setsuna's Red Scarf
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Lockon/Setsuna/Setsuna's Scarf
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, slash, possible scarf-abuse
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 1,500ish
Author's Notes: For karinablue_rose. Thanks for waiting patiently while I struggled through this monster. You're a trooper.

Setsuna's Red Scarf

Lockon glanced up from cleaning his gun as Setsuna exited the bathroom. The air in their hotel room was chill and small wisps of steam followed Setsuna out the door.

The scratchy hotel towel hung low on Setsuna’s hips and his arms were full of his dirty clothes. His slacks and shirt were balled together and his red scarf trailed to the floor after him.

“How was your shower?” Lockon asked casually as he slipped his gun and shammies back into his duffle bag.

Setsuna gave him a level look and didn’t answer as he tossed his clothes onto the bed. Setsuna had spent several months, after being introduced to the team, trying to figure out small talk. He had eventually concluded that it was useless and refused to answer questions he felt did not have topical relevance.

Allelujah thought it was amusing.

Tieria thought it was irritating.

Lockon was pretty sure it was just an excuse not to answer questions like: ‘Who ate the half dozen apples I just bought?’ or ‘Where did all the milk go?’

Lockon smiled as Setsuna tossed his clothes down onto the bed and used his towel to dry his dripping wet hair.

“Want some help?” he asked, grinning.

Setsuna peered at him contemplatively through a gap in the towel before straightening his posture slightly and nodding.

Lockon stood up and walked over to him, taking the damp towel from his hands and rubbing it against the shaggy mass of hair that covered Setsuna’s head. Setsuna’s slim body seemed to shake with Lockon’s vigorous ministrations and laughed, sitting himself on Setsuna’s bed and pulling Setsuna down onto his lap.

Setsuna pulled the towel off of his head and glared up at Lockon.

“It’s not dry,” Setsuna pointed out, almost primly.

“I was worried I was gonna give you Shaken Setsuna Syndrome,” Lockon informed him teasingly and when Setsuna gave him a confused look, Lockon just laughed again and leaned in for a kiss.

Setsuna, in what must have been a fit of pique, didn’t respond for several seconds but when Lockon began to nimbly nibble at his mouth, Setsuna relented. His mouth softened under Lockon’s and his tongue, slow and tentative, poked out from between his lips.

Setsuna’s kisses always started out slow and curious, as if he was reconnoitering in an effort to figure out just what he should do next. He would kiss Lockon like he was asking a question. Feeling him out until Lockon made it more than clear just exactly what he had in mind, then Setsuna caught on and stepped up. Whether Lockon was feeling gentle, passionate, playful or just plain horny, Setsuna always seemed to respond perfectly in kind.

He was a perceptive lover, eager and willing, as well. His body responded so quickly and so deliciously to Lockon’s light kisses and teasing nibbles. Lockon cast his eyes down to watch over his shoulder as Setsuna’s cock hardened slowly when Lockon nipped and bit his way across Setsuna’s neck.

Setsuna reached his arms up behind him with a sigh and wrapped them around Lockon’s neck, tangling his fingers into Lockon’s hair and tilting his head at the angle Setsuna wanted. Lockon smiled against his mouth and let his hands trail down Setsuna’s chest and belly.

His skin was still a pinkish red from the almost scalding shower Setsuna had just taken. It was warm to the touch and goose bumps spread out from around Lockon’s fingers. Setsuna shivered and abruptly pulled back, tilting a glare up at him.

“Your hand’s cold,” Setsuna informed him in a tone of voice that a normal person would usually reserve for the lowest slug slime.

“Mmm, I beg your forgiveness, my prince,” Lockon husked against Setsuna’s ear and reached a hand back behind them. He fished around for a few moments before he finally found Setsuna’s old red scarf. It was clearly very old and rather threadbare. “It’s not silk, but it’ll have to do.”

Lockon kissed his way along Setsuna’s neck as he wrapped the fabic around his hand before using it to tickle his way down Setsuna’s chest and belly. He pulled at Setsuna’s hard nipples and scratched gently at his rib cage. Setsuna hissed slightly at the feel of it and tensed slightly in Lockon’s arms.

Lockon pulled the scarf from around his hand and dropped over Setsuna’s crotch. When Lockon wrapped his fist firmly around the cloth covered erection Setsuna let out a harsh breath of air and slumped back against Lockon.

Setsuna was never particularly verbal in bed. That wasn’t to say that he wasn’t expressive in his own right, it was just subtler. He never moaned or gasped or begged for more. He didn’t pull Lockon’s hair in a fit of passion. Despite all these things, Setsuna was never shy about getting what he wanted.

Setsuna dug his toes into the carpet at their feet and used it for leverage. He pushed his hips up, arching into Lockon fist. He made it clear that he wanted more and he expected to get it now.

Lockon smiled and kissed him again, moving his fist lightly over Setsuna’s erection. The fabric was soft and there were holes worn through the thread bare cloth in several places. Lockon could feel the hot, supple skin of Setsuna erection through the tiny holes as he moved his hand.

Setsuna’s breath caught in his throat as the delicate fabric flowed over his sensitive flesh. His hips caught Lockon’s rhythm and he met each downward thrust of Lockon’s hand with a snap of his hips.

His skin flushed an even darker red and his breathing was heavy and ragged as he moved with Lockon. He shook his head back and forth on Lockon’s shoulder in silent frustration as he tried to force Lockon into a rhythm that would send him over the edge.

Setsuna made a soft keening noise in the back of his throat and Lockon knew that he wasn’t gripping hard enough or moving fast enough and that every movement of his hand was a tantalizing torture for Setsuna.

Setsuna’s fingers scrabbled in the hair at the back of Lockon’s neck as he arched his body and moved his hips.

Finally, with a grunt of frustration, Setsuna released the hair at the back of Lockon’s neck and wrapped his hand around Lockon’s. He tightened both their grips and held Lockon’s hand fast as he fucked Lockon’s fist with hard, brutal thrusts.

Setsuna came with a gasp and a shutter, back bowed and muscles clenched as he shook in Lockon’s arms.

He let go of Lockon’s hand and slumped back against him, sighing contentedly. He shivered slightly as Lockon shifted back against his over sensitive skin.

“Mmm, you are very impatient,” Lockon informed him as he pressed a kiss to his temple. “I would have let you come, eventually.”

Setsuna leaned back and gave him a knowing look before dropping his gaze to Lockon’s tented crotch. He licked his lips, pointedly.

“Do you want to wait?” Setsuna asked rhetorically.

“Good point,” Lockon conceded. Setsuna smirked at him and dropped to his knees on the floor in front of Lockon.

“That’s what I thought,” he replied smugly but Lockon couldn’t fault him.


( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 10th, 2009 12:30 pm (UTC)
I don't know what you were worried about,but this is AWESOME.Exactly what I was expecting.

Edited at 2009-04-10 12:30 pm (UTC)
Apr. 11th, 2009 01:41 am (UTC)
I'm glad that you liked it. Sorry again for the wait.
Apr. 11th, 2009 01:34 pm (UTC)
That's okay.It was worth the wait!

Edited at 2009-11-30 03:55 pm (UTC)
Apr. 10th, 2009 06:17 pm (UTC)
Apr. 11th, 2009 01:49 am (UTC)
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