Alphinaud x Estinien, Final Fantasy XIV - 1. Chapter 1

Alphinaud shuffled the papers on the desk before him, sorting them into neat separate rows as he mumbled to himself.

“To be called away to Falcon’s Rest so urgently when he’s still healing. Completely unneeded.”

Next he lined the seals of House de Fortemps all back into their velvet lined box.

“I’ve a notion to go there myself and remind them that he is the Azure Dragoon no longer and…”

His body froze as a long finger traced its way down the back of his neck.

“You ramble when you’re fretting.”

Alphinaud turned on his heel to face the towering Elezen at his back, gaze climbing upwards to meet the stormcloud hued eyes.

“Estinien. We..lcome back.”

Inwardly he cursed himself for being caught unawares and mumbling to himself no less. He could see the hints of laughter glinting in his eyes even while his graceful stern features betrayed no other emotion. For a dragoon he moved with silent coeurl like motions, upon you before you’d be able to react.

“Have you concluded your summons so swiftly?”

“I thought it wiser to err on the side of expediting my business quickly. Wouldn’t want you crying with worry again.”

Alphinaud could feel the heated blush staining his cheeks, hurriedly averting his azure gaze away from the dragoons.

“You were at death’s door after Nidhogg’s defeat...of course I was emotional.”

Tenderly, that agile finger once more stroked the column of his neck before tracing a path across his red stained cheek.

“It is through your efforts and the Warrior of Light that I am freed from both the shackles of Nidhogg’s possession and my lifelong pursuit of revenge as the Azure Dragoon. Every day I told myself I should have died in that attack so long ago, questioning why Aymeric and I were the sole survivors against the Dravanian onslaught. Never would I have ever imagined that I would be standing here like this...freed of such burdens...and with someone so devoted.”

The Elezen’s words devolved into a forced mumble at the end of his speech, in fact it was probably the most Alphinaud had ever heard him say at one time. Unabashedly he could feel his jaw hanging agape at the sight of the matching blush on Estinien’s cheeks.

Those stormcloud eyes steeled over and the Elezen chucked his chin upwards, closing his gaping maw.

“I am no weak milksop.”

Slowly his lips descended to meet Alphinaud’s diminutive stature, whispering against his mouth.

“So there is absolutely no need to wring your lovely little hands during my absence, I will assuredly return to you.”

One step forward forced the younger Elezen’s retreat, the hard wood of the desk pressing into the small of his back.

“Retreat, Leveilleur? Louisoix’s descendant giving ground?”

Alphinaud wracked his brain for a proper set down, but all semblance of working thought fled before the looming warmth of the long lithe frame pinning him in.

“Your wound…”

“Is mending splendidly. With such a tender nurse ever fretting over me, I am quite recovered.”

Estinien’s free hand found fresh purchase on the matching velvet inlaid top of the desk, the neatly arranged papers reverted into a state of utter disarray. The soft nip of teeth grasping his lower lip made Alphinaud’s blue eyes close with a shudder.

“After everything you have experienced in your defense of Eorzea, I thought you gained a bit of mettle. Am I mistaken? At the moment you have quite a quaver…”

His pink tongue darted out to lick the corner of Estinien’s mouth in a show of pert defiance.

“The dragon believes that he has cornered his prey, but what if it is the prey leading him to his doom?”

Dominating him with his corded frame, the other Elezen clamped his hands atop Alphinaud’s, bowing him harder against the wood at his back.

“Show me your spit and fire, little diplomat. Does your bite match your bark?”

Surging upwards, he suckled greedily at Estinien’s tauntingly plump bottom lip, stealing his cat in the cream grin even as he halfheartedly fought the dragoon’s restraining grip.

“I refuse to negotiate under these high handed methods. I’m afraid you will have to employ different tactics if you want to ensure my...acquiescence.”

“The Azure Dragoon does not shirk from a challenge. Aymeric may now bear the mantle in the official capacity...but it is my lance that conquered countless wyrms.”

Alphinaud delved his darting tongue to plumb the warm depths of Estinien’s mouth.

“Then conquer away if you have the...mettle.”

Estinien freed one hand, reaching up to loosen Alphinaud’s snowy white hair. Confiscating the silken blue ribbon that bound the que at his nape, the dragoon countered with a thrust of his own deep within the Elezen’s mewling mouth, but all the while pinning his wrists against his back.

Kissing him with such dizzying fervency, Alphinaud paid little notice to the pilfered fabric binding his captured hands together and robbing him of his balance. Estinien lifted his mouth briefly to flash him a cocky triumphant smile.

“I rather think I enjoy you being so...reliant upon me.”

Strong corded arms pulled him flush against planes of his chiseled chest, all while the hard length of his erection ground against Alphinaud's quivering belly, serving as his point of balance.

“Never fear, I’ve got you now.”

With one hand at the base of his neck, Estinien looped his other arm beneath the soft globes of his ass to pick him up. Hands tied as they were, he was at the dragoon’s complete mercy. Hot kisses lapped against his neck and the towering Elezen paused as though waiting for him to lower his feet to the ground. In a show of further defiance, he instead wrapped them around Estinien’s slim waist, returning a torrent of needy grinds against the planes of his waist. Moaning into the dragoon’s fey pointed ear, he was punished with a sharp nip.

“Remember that we are guests in Count de Fortemps' home. Maybe you should endeavor to swallow those delicious little moans you’re making.”

Setting Alphinaud down steadily on his feet, he was turned about and laid upon the desk, hands securely bound at his back.

Long deft fingers made short work of the binds of his pants, the fabric falling to pool at his ankles.

“I made no bother to lock the door, but nobody should discover us...Not unless the sound of pleasurable mewls draws their attention.”

Estinien’s sharp white teeth nibbled a trail along the edge of his own same fey pointed ears as he uttered his demands.

“A Leveilleur would never shame themself so.”

“I do love a challenge.”

His vision limited to the artfully decorated wall in front of him, and his bare ass devoid of the dragoon’s warmth as he rose to stand behind him.

“In the name of fair play I shall show you leniency. We’ll see how well you escalate…”

Losing sense of just where Estinien stood and what exactly he was about filled Alphinaud with equal parts trepidation and expectation. Long moments passed and nothing came to pass. With a small feeling of inner shame it made him throb all the harder against the cold wood of the desk.

One long finger delved between the cheeks of Alphinaud’s ass, the pad of his finger leisurely rubbing the Elezen’s quivering rim. Biting down on his lip, he refused to give release to the wanton sounds determined to escape him.

“Good. I see you are improving. I’m quite looking forward to learning what other limits we can break.”

Methodical and slow, the finger slid within him to rub and retreat in a delicate dance which made Alphinaud shake, biting harder on his lip to curtail the pleasurable moans.

From somewhere at the end of the long hallway, the intruding strident tones of Emmanellain berating some poor servant reached them.

“Worry not, I will reward you for the gains you’ve made in...respecting my lance. I won't let you be discovered in such a compromising position.”

Alphinaud’s body was still shaking with pent desires as Estinien slid his finger from deep inside him.

“Please…”

The involuntary utterance escaped of its own accord and he could almost see the smile spreading across the dragoon’s lips.

“But of course…”

He could feel the wet dripping tip of Estinien’s cock replacing his finger at his rear. The feeling of his steady penetration, becoming one with him...it made his eyes roll back in his skull as sensation rippled through him like electricity. One hand grasped tightly around his cock, stroking insistently.

“The first time we came together like this, I thought I would break you in half.”

Deep driving thrusts accompanied his hot whispered words.

“Ever full of surprises, not only did I find you to be made of sterner stuff...but absolutely greedy to have me buried inside you.”

Wet squelching met his ears, matching the sure quickening of Estinien’s hand. Alphinaud could feel the hot spurt of his cumming against the dragoon’s palm.

“Very good.”

One cum soaked finger filled his mouth while Estinien pounded into him, finding his own release moments later. Alphinaud moaned around the invasive finger while hot spurts filled his insides with warmth.

By the time the study doors swung open to admit the Count’s youngest son, they sat across from each other as though only idle chatter had been interrupted...snowy hair neatly tied, pants fastened securely. Smiling a diplomat’s smile, Alphinaud rose to bow in greeting, with no one the wiser of how his throbbing cheeks clamped together in refusal of relinquishing his prize.