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no_true_pairTitle: Lucky
Author: Cephy
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss, Final Fantasy VII
Pairing/characters: Zack Fair/Luke fon Fabre
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Edges on underage, technically.
Prompt: Sure, Zack kissed Luke - only Luke doesn't want to stop at a kiss.
Zack wasn't entirely surprised when, in the middle of his patrol, the Duke's son fell in beside him and started walking along. Some of the other guards didn't like the kid too much, he knew. They said he was arrogant, but it did kind of go with the territory and, hell, the kid just didn't know any better most of the time. He wasn't arrogant to the core like some of the other nobles; the fact that his only friends were a guard and a servant said a lot about that. So when the kid came around Zack had taken to being friendly, and so far he hadn't had any cause to regret that.
Mostly, Zack just figured the kid was lonely.
Luke flashed him a grin and Zack nodded back, and they walked along in silence for a while. The air was crisp; Zack wondered if it might snow later. One of those heavy storms off the sea, maybe, which would make it a white Yule after all.
Something caught his eye as they turned back towards the courtyard. "Hey, look." He pointed up. "Someone's been redecorating."
Luke blinked upwards, following the gesture to the little spring of green and white tacked to the top of the doorframe. Recognition was slow to come, though, so Zack decided to help.
"You know," he said casually, "it's supposed to be very bad luck not to kiss someone under the mistletoe."
Luke eyed him narrowly. "That's just superstition."
"All soldiers are superstitious folks," Zack shot back easily. "It comes with the territory. Don't want the gods angry with you when you go out to fight, after all."
Luke rolled his eyes, but he glanced up at that little bunch of leaves on the doorframe with a faintly uneasy expression, nonetheless, and Zack grinned.
"You wouldn't want to make me unlucky, would you?" he teased, leaning down-- and he really shouldn't have actually kissed the kid, because what Zack frequently forgot was that Luke wasn't really a kid. That he was, in fact, only a year or so younger than Zack himself, and he wasn't unattractive either. Which is probably why what Zack had intended to be just a quick peck on the lips became something quite a bit slower and deeper, no matter how many alarm bells started going off in his head during the course of it.
Zack pulled away with an uneasy grin and a hand already rising to rub the back of his neck. He only just managed to resist the urge to look around and see if there was anyone watching-- because he wasn't stupid, he'd checked that before ever calling attention to the mistletoe in the first place. Still, gods, if anyone had seen--
And Luke was still standing there with his eyes half-closed, his lips parted just that little bit. He looked-- ah, hells. With his cheeks flushed like that, he looked damned good.
Luke blinked, and Zack felt his own eyes go wide at the sharp, contemplative look that Luke was suddenly giving him. And he wondered, in the moment before Luke started towards him, just what he'd gotten himself into.
Author: Cephy
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss, Final Fantasy VII
Pairing/characters: Zack Fair/Luke fon Fabre
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Edges on underage, technically.
Prompt: Sure, Zack kissed Luke - only Luke doesn't want to stop at a kiss.
Zack wasn't entirely surprised when, in the middle of his patrol, the Duke's son fell in beside him and started walking along. Some of the other guards didn't like the kid too much, he knew. They said he was arrogant, but it did kind of go with the territory and, hell, the kid just didn't know any better most of the time. He wasn't arrogant to the core like some of the other nobles; the fact that his only friends were a guard and a servant said a lot about that. So when the kid came around Zack had taken to being friendly, and so far he hadn't had any cause to regret that.
Mostly, Zack just figured the kid was lonely.
Luke flashed him a grin and Zack nodded back, and they walked along in silence for a while. The air was crisp; Zack wondered if it might snow later. One of those heavy storms off the sea, maybe, which would make it a white Yule after all.
Something caught his eye as they turned back towards the courtyard. "Hey, look." He pointed up. "Someone's been redecorating."
Luke blinked upwards, following the gesture to the little spring of green and white tacked to the top of the doorframe. Recognition was slow to come, though, so Zack decided to help.
"You know," he said casually, "it's supposed to be very bad luck not to kiss someone under the mistletoe."
Luke eyed him narrowly. "That's just superstition."
"All soldiers are superstitious folks," Zack shot back easily. "It comes with the territory. Don't want the gods angry with you when you go out to fight, after all."
Luke rolled his eyes, but he glanced up at that little bunch of leaves on the doorframe with a faintly uneasy expression, nonetheless, and Zack grinned.
"You wouldn't want to make me unlucky, would you?" he teased, leaning down-- and he really shouldn't have actually kissed the kid, because what Zack frequently forgot was that Luke wasn't really a kid. That he was, in fact, only a year or so younger than Zack himself, and he wasn't unattractive either. Which is probably why what Zack had intended to be just a quick peck on the lips became something quite a bit slower and deeper, no matter how many alarm bells started going off in his head during the course of it.
Zack pulled away with an uneasy grin and a hand already rising to rub the back of his neck. He only just managed to resist the urge to look around and see if there was anyone watching-- because he wasn't stupid, he'd checked that before ever calling attention to the mistletoe in the first place. Still, gods, if anyone had seen--
And Luke was still standing there with his eyes half-closed, his lips parted just that little bit. He looked-- ah, hells. With his cheeks flushed like that, he looked damned good.
Luke blinked, and Zack felt his own eyes go wide at the sharp, contemplative look that Luke was suddenly giving him. And he wondered, in the moment before Luke started towards him, just what he'd gotten himself into.