A/N : Alright. Off to the Dark Corner of Shame this goes. Now I can claim that I did totally screw up my first Lemon! Fic >.0

Warning : PWP, Lemon, Yaoi/BL, Stahn x Lion, Dark! Stahn, Uke! Lion

Summary : Lion gets seasick on a ship for the Nth time. Stahn attempts help him feel better.

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It was a fine day. The sun, which shone brightly down at them from the cloudless sky, combined with the windy sea breeze made for a cool, sunny weather…

Urk! Lion withheld the urge to throw up, leaning against the railing on the deck weakly as he stared out at the peaceful blue waters below him. Why, of all transportation to take, did they had to ride on a ship again?!

“Take it easy, Lion.”  // Bocchan, take it easy. //

An uncharacteristic snicker rose to Lion’s throat at the pair Stahn and Chaltier made, but he stifled it quickly when his felt his traitorous stomach heaving again. Then, in an even more uncharacteristic show of weakness, he left his support against the railing and half collapsed into Stahn.

Ahhh… He sighed, relieved as he took a deep whiff of Stahn’s earthy scent. Ripe or not, Stahn definitely smelled better than sick did any day.

“Lion..” The violet haired swordsman looked up, detecting a strange note in Stahn’s voice.

“Wha.. Mmph!”

Really. Lion thought when they finally separated from the lack of air. He should have gotten used to, or even anticipated, Stahn’s trademark ‘shut-Lion-up’ kiss.

In fact, Lion mused distractedly as his lips were captured again, with the way Stahn kept kissing him everyday, he might actually be worried for the blonde’s health if he were to suddenly stop one day.

However quantity and months of experience, quite apparently, did not prevent his brain and already wobbly legs from turning into jelly. By the end of their second lip lock, most, if not all, of Lion’s weight had shifted onto Stahn. And judging by the glazed look on his face, his usually scheming brain wasn’t working quite as well either. A fact that the blonde swordsman noticed quickly enough.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Stahn hoisted him into his arms, bridal style.

“Eck! Stahn put me down! Stahn!” Lion protested, but of course to no avail.

Slowly, Stahn began to trek his way back to their room. It probably didn’t occur to Lion’s poor, crazily circling mind that a.) He could jump off the blonde’s arm, provided his legs could support such strenuous activity at the moment, and b.) Stahn probably planned this, thus the double kiss on the deck that had reduced him to this bumbling fool that he was acting like.

When they eventually made it to the corridor leading to the room they were sharing, Lion was already flushed pinker than his cape. Whether it was due to embarrassment or his futile struggles, he didn’t quite manage to care.

And that was the exact situation Phillia Philis was met with when she exited her room at that exact moment. Pausing for a second for the image in front of her to sink in totally, and for Lion to hide his flaming face in Stahn’s white armour, the priestess said shyly, “Good evening. Stahn-san.. Lion-san.”

“Good evening and good night, Phillia-san!” Stahn replied cheerfully.

Good Night? That bewildered Lion. Last he checked he had yet to ingest any dinner to puke them out over the side of the ship, and food still held more appeal to Stahn than sleep (however bad his sleeping habits may be).

“Are you not coming for dinner, Stahn-san?” Phillia asked, her expression adorably confused. Her line of thought apparently running on the same track as Lion’s.

“Nope. Lion isn’t either.”

“Is Lion-san sick?” She leaned forward to peer at Lion in concern.

“Don’t worry Phillia-san! We’re just turning in early.” Lion choked, not missing the ‘we’ in Stahn’s statement.

What is that country hick saying?!

“Oh! Er um okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then, Stahn-san, Lion-san.” As though a light bulb had gone off very very close to her face, the priestess blushed light pink as she stuttered her way toward the deck.

“Stahn! What was the meaning of that?!” Lion blurted finally when they were in the safety of their room and the door shut behind them.

Silence met him as Stahn simply walked towards their bed, which had suspiciously been moved so that the two single beds joined together to form a single double one, and laid him on it so gently that the pink tinge on Lion’s cheeks revived anew.

“I said–”

“Do you know how seductive you were, nuzzling me like that on the deck?” Lion stared at blonde, mouth wide open much like a fish. Did the country hick just say what he thought he had said?!

This is all a dream. The puking must have done him in earlier than he had thought it would. He finally decided, staring hard at the hungry blue eyes mere inches from him, but not seeing them entirely either.

Swooping down to cover Lion’s slack lips with his own, Stahn slipped his tongue into Lion’s inviting mouth, sucking, biting and teasing the other youth, causing the youth beneath him to mewl and groan in inexplicable pleasure.

Okay, maybe not a dream. Lion didn’t think his imagination was hyperactive enough to draw him into a… scene like this, however much this was arousing him.

When Stahn dipped his head down to thoroughly ravage his mouth a second time, Lion decided that some form of resistance was in order.

“I was… not… seducing you…” He managed to gasp, half breathless, half indignant, when his mouth was finally released.

“Mmhmm.” Was Stahn’s noncommittal reply as his roaming mouth moved downward to attack the pale tender neck, complete with nips, bites and licks. By the time he was satisfied with his handiwork, the once flawless skin had become a breeding ground for budding rosy hickeys that ran from just below Lion’s chin down to his collarbone.

“Unnnn…” Lion moaned, feeling very much like he was floating between clouds from the pleasurable ministrations. Whatever argument he had in his head had been literally sucked out without a trace, and all he wanted was for that talented mouth to Just. Keep. Going.

He bit back a mewl when Stahn abruptly switched targets, and captured his earring deftly with his mouth. Sparks of pleasure danced their merry way along his sensitized body at each tug and nip, and the pain from either actions so utterly mixed with the pleasure that he couldn’t tell one from the other.

“Stahnnn…” Lion moaned, hands reaching out blindly to run his hands along Stahn’s back– only to be met with the obtrusive hard white armour that covered the other man’s torso.

“Heheh. Someone’s impatient tonight.” Stahn chuckled as Lion tugged hard at the white thing obstructing him from his goal.

“Quiet! Help me get this thing off!” Lion growled in frustration as he fought to disentangle his fingers from another strap on the armour for the third time. Why, of all times to fail him, did his fingers have to do it now?!

“You’ll owe me.. Lion.” The blonde whispered huskily, earning himself yet another blush from the elusive youth under him. He proceeded to pull the armour off of himself and dropped it to the floor beside their bed.

Less than a second later, more articles of clothing followed suit, and Lion found himself rid of his cape, shirt, pants and boots while Stahn laid buck naked on him.

How’d that Stahn managed that when he was the faster one between them?! The protest that was on the tip of Lion’s tongue was quite literally swallowed back when a hot, warm tongue delved into his mouth again and was soon entangled with his own in another dance for dominance.

Not surprisingly, Lion lost. But only because Stahn had (for once assuming the role of a sneaky bastard) thumbed one of his nipples, rolling the nub along his fingers deftly and pinching the hardened flesh rythmically. Unwilling moans escaped Lion at each pleasurous jolt, and were quickly lapped up by Stahn as their lips met over and over again.

The pattern was broken, however, when Stahn bent lower to nuzzle at Lion’s other neglected nipple. The moment his lips enclosed around the rock hard nipples, out came Lion’s quavering breaths as he fought down the loud moan that was firmly lodged in his throat. Shaky hands buried themselves in Stahn’s long golden tresses as he fought for some semblence of control.

Only to lose it when he felt a certain hardness grind against his own purposefully. Growling softly at the smirking Stahn, he rocked his hips upward to meet that enflaming hardness. But was left feeling cold and empty as something held his hips down.

He soon discovered that that something belonged to Stahn. It was his hand, in fact. And somehow, by sheer flexibility, Stahn had managed to pin his wrists down with his other hand too.

“Ah ah ah, Lion. I said you would owe me earlier.” The still smirking blonde above him teased. Somehow, without Lion noticing it, he had maneuvered for his face to nuzzle against a pair of black silk briefs. Lion’s black silk briefs. And with every syllable he spoke, puffs of warm air settled themselves against Lion’s groin, building up the aching need within him. But only served to chill him cruelly when they were swept away by the breeze. “And now I’m claiming what you owe.”

That damnable tease of a country hick! Lion growled, irate and annoyed.

“Nnngh!!” In a last ditched surge of defiance, Lion bucked his hips up in almost frantic thrusts. He wanted! He needed!

But he couldn’t fight off the massive pressure that just wouldn’t go to where he needed it to be.

Frustrated beyond relief and more than very distressed at his helplessness, Lion sank back onto the mattress. He was not blinking back tears of whatever-it-is-that’s-causing-it. Not!

Too caught up in his own emotions, Lion did not notice the satisfied smile that had crawled its way onto Stahn’s face.

Almost soundlessly, the blonde began to trace soft butterfly kisses along the silky fabric. His smile widened as he felt the faintest of tremors from the youth. Slowly, as the kisses grew more insistent and less innocent, the tremors grew stronger, then were replaced by harsh, shaky breaths, and finally badly repressed moans, whimpers and groans. Freed hands that once laid limp against the mattress revived anew and snuggled their way into Stahn’s hair again, pressing his face down against the pulsing hardness with unabashed vigor.

“Patience, Lion. Patience.” Stahn murmured as he mouthed the length through the fabric, determined to wrought his lover the pleasure of direct contact.

“Patience my ass.”

A darkly amused, grin, much unlike the one he usually wore around people, bloomed on Stahn’s face. With an urgency similarly unlike before, he straightened to tear the pair of briefs off of Lion. Callused hands easily grasped the hardened erection that was revealed and began to pump the length rhythmically.

Lion hissed softly at the sensation. Gasps and moans leaked from his mouth uncontrollably as waaves of pleasure washed over him over and over in synchrony with the moving hand. If there had been any semblance of control left within Lion before, it was gone with the wind now. Thrusting almost mindlessly against the hand that was providing him so much pleasure, Lion did not notice immediately when a slick digit found its way to the crack of his ass, as though asking for permission.

At his fervent nod, Stahn slowly inserted the finger into him. Once Lion had adjusted to the feel of the foreign intrusion, the digit too began to move. In and out, in and out. It was not long before it was joined by another, then another. And then, almost as quickly as they came, they were removed, leaving behind only a cold and empty void that waited impatiently to be filled.

It did not have to wait long. A warm, pulsing hardness pushed against his entrance, driving Lion’s patience down another level.

“Do it, Stahn!” He ordered with impressive authority, given his awkward position.

Stahn obeyed readily.

With a sharp jerk, he thrust home into Lion, both of them groaning at the incredible sensation the motion brought.

The pain that seemed to split Lion in half ebbed away slowly, and he nodded dazedly when he heard Stahn spoke another question.

Then, it was a rollercoaster of pain and, mainly, pleasure. While the initial movements thawed against the ring of muscle within him painfully, once Stahn angled himself to hit the spot that sent a shockwave of pleasure through Lion, the world quickly dissolved into pleasure, pleasure and more pleasure.

“Stahn.. Stahn… Stahn..!” Lion moaned as though chanting a mantra, feeling each and every of Stahn’s thrusts inch him towards the peak. His hands clambered to grab onto his lover, one grasping at his shoulder while the other was entangled in a lock of his golden hair, as a form of anchor from the mindless haven that was filled with echoes of ‘Deeper, Harder, Faster. Please!’.

Finally, Stahn pulled back for a final thrust, deeper than any of the others. Lion climaxed, gasping as warm sticky fluid spurted over their stomaches. The ring of muscles within him that had endured almost countless barrages from Stahn clamped tight against his flesh, setting the blonde off as well. With a low guttural groan, he came within Lion.

Collapsing on the joint bed tiredly, neither of them cared enough to wipe off the rapidly cooling semen that coated their torso and abdomens, choosing instead to nestle closer to each other.

It was when Lion felt the first hint of drowsiness hit him that Stahn finally spoke, “So you’re not seasick anymore right?”

“Huh?” Lion replied intelligently.

“You don’t feel sick anymore, right?” Stahn repeated, wrapping an arm around Lion’s lithe body.

Too tired to comprehend if Stahn actually went to the trouble of curing his seasickness by having sex, of all things, with him, or if the question was totally random, Lion nodded and snuggled towards Stahn. It did not take long for both of them to fall into deep sleep.

-Ende-