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emerald_embersTitle: Untitled
Fandom: Digital Devil Saga
Pairing: Gale/Roland, references to Gale/Embryon, Gale/Lupa
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1782
Summary: They both missed the same man.
Author's Notes: Dedicated tonyxmidnight.
The funny thing about the whole situation was that they were both fantasising about the same man; just that they had different names for him. Gale was much more open about it, probably because no one in the junkyard ever got the chance to figure out what you were or weren't meant to do in a relationship. That, and Roland wasn't about to correct him, because sleeping with a guy who wasn't just willing to switch positions in bed but didn't freak out when you yelled out the wrong name wasn't something he wanted to give up.
It wasn't an exclusive thing - he knew full well Gale sometimes slept with the other Embryon members. Even if he hadn't been told, it would have been obvious - if any of them wanted to sleep with another, there was no messing about, they'd just act. Weirdly, for all the inherent wrongness in their being intelligences designed for war and woken up by becoming part demon, they were a lot more well adjusted with each other than most humans. The freedom they gave each other with regards to intimacy was bizarre, and for all his being brought up knowing what you were and weren't meant to do, Roland felt there was something much more natural to the way they did it. Animalistic, maybe, but perhaps that was the point.
Roland had walked in on Gale fucking Cielo in his bathtub and god, they hadn't stopped or been embarrassed, they let him watch. He still had dreams about that. Cielo's light-hearted nature and short stature meant the blue-haired Embryon wasn't Roland's type, but that didn't stop the mental image - no, memory - of Cielo's arms around Gale's neck, rocking against the taller man, asking him to go deeper, being pretty much the hottest thing Roland had seen until he had the chance to take Cielo's place.
Maybe it was being around the Embryon too much, but he didn't feel guilty when he slept with Gale. Not guilty about Gale, anyway; the lingering guilt, the knowledge he may as well have killed Greg himself, that never left. Besides, he'd never been with Greg, not properly. He knew Gale had been with 'Lupa', but Greg hadn't been an AI, he'd been human, and the only things Greg worried himself with were looking after his kid, getting revenge on the people he blamed for the death of his wife, and taking care of the Lokapala. Once, really drunk, they'd fumbled on the sofa, but it was messy - the whole damn situation was too messy - and they hadn't done it again afterwards.
Roland hated how his life was full of 'too messy' and 'too late' and everything just... nothing, nothing seemed to be just right. It was what drew him to Gale past the empathy over Greg; Gale, Gale himself, was neat, and tidy, and planned things. Gale had the ability to make plans and pay attention and learn as though there was absolutely nothing in his brain to inhibit the absorption of details, and nothing seemed to surprise him. Anything that did, he'd poke and prod at until he understood that too.
Roland pressed back against Gale, comforted by the quiet rumble of a growl as the green-haired man pushed in. Just went to show how much the Embryon had changed his life - a week or two ago, if he'd seen someone with green pubic hair he'd have cried "Social disease!" and ran as far as his legs would take him. These days he went hard at the very sight; Gale's ability to analyse and study and learn made him damn near creepily good in bed, remembering everything that made Roland squirm the right way, even the spot just to the side of his spine under his lowest rib that he'd never been able to guide anyone else to before. Gale found things out about the human body and its quirks that Roland didn't know, and before studying literature he'd done enough courses on biology to think he'd known it all pretty damn well.
Gale was moving now, slow, deep, using one arm to keep Roland's own pinned against his chest, using the other to grip Roland's cock and stroke it, everything so damned torturous and patient, everything designed to make Roland come so hard it was a wonder his mind still functioned at all. Gale's fingers were long and the half-glove had kept his hands pretty smooth, all things considered they ought to be rough as hell from wielding guns all the damn time. Roland didn't need to do anything; the arms-pinning thing suggested Gale didn't want him to this time, either. He suspected that was half of why Gale was sometimes interested in him over the other Embryon - he'd seen Cielo, all hands, grabby and curious, but it was just a guess.
Roland wished he knew something he could give back to Gale; that the green-haired Embryon wasn't so damned inscrutable the only things Roland knew for certain were that Gale genuinely liked both roles in bed, he'd fallen hard and fast for Greg's AI counterpart - hell, Roland still had no clue what all that was about - and that he liked to half torture himself by holding back as long as possible. The walls in Roland's home weren't thin by any means, but it didn't stop certain sounds getting through; especially not when in one marathon session when the others were supposed to be healing after a nasty fight, and Roland knew Gale was in there, but listening out in between trying to read meant hearing Cielo scream, Serph do this half-mumbled moan, Argilla's breathing go near asthmatic, Cielo crying out again some time later, and by then Roland was too hard to do nothing about it, listening out for more, and finally came Gale's choked yell.
He'd only heard that time, but it didn't stop him wondering what had actually gone on in there. Every last combination his mind came up with left it half-melted.
"Roland..." Gale's voice was at his ear, breath faintly warm. "Where are you?"
As calls back to reality went, it was pleasantly straight-forward. Okay, so he felt a little guilty this time, and tilted his head back so he could see Gale's face properly, realised he actually caught his breath a little at seeing how damn perfect Gale's skin was even up this close. "What do you get out of this?"
Gale was quiet but didn't go soft, and Roland couldn't help being impressed by the fact Gale was genuinely thinking about something contemplatively mid-sex. "I get to remember Lupa." Shifting then and Roland bit back a small yelp when Gale nudged against his prostate, probably without even registering what he'd just done for once, rubbing his nose along the line of Roland's neck and sniffing. "And learn more about you."
"Why learn about me? Why not Cielo or Serph?"
"I know them," Gale said, enough confidence in his voice to make it obvious he believed it utterly. "You do things. You drink. You curse. You do things that are illogical or flawed. And unlike us, you've always done it."
"Want to figure out what makes me tick?" Roland shivered, not really knowing why, before Gale pushed in again hard, knocking the breath out of him.
"You don't tick," Gale replied, before releasing Roland's arms and touching his finger to his forehead, frowning just slightly. "Ah. I suppose that's correct." He winced again, shifting, and Roland wanted to roll his eyes because Gale kept doing things that made it impossible to think. "You have the strangest speech patterns."
"Thanks."
There was an awkward pause while Gale looked at Roland for any further prompting, before the green-haired Embryon finally shrugged, pushed Roland forward onto his knees and started moving properly, the motions making all Roland's nerves remember pain and pleasure immediately, like Gale had somehow clamped them all before releasing them as he saw fit, and it weakened him.
Ten minutes later - and it was a testament to the way Gale could just work a guy's nerves that Roland had lasted that long - Roland was coming across his bed, world blurry from his glasses dislodging, not that it mattered given he wasn't really noticing anything other than Gale's hands, Gale's tongue, Gale's cock hard inside him until the last minute as if the guy could fucking come on command.
Roland moved to lie on his side, away from the wet patch, watched Gale get up, get a cloth so he could wipe them both clean, always so efficient it was as though he'd been doing this part as a career. How he had the energy was beyond Roland's comprehension, doubly beyond it when Roland was literally well-fucked enough to feel like melting into his sheets and sleeping for a decade. Given the world outside, it was a preferable course of action to anything else he could think up.
Gale finished up, laying the cloth over the mess they'd made on the sheets before pressing up behind Roland and putting an arm around him. It was puzzling that Gale should want to stay around after sex, but then, all of the Embryon were developing idiosyncrasies with speed appropriate for people who'd more or less just woken up one morning to find they had personalities. Roland couldn't say it was a development he disliked. It had to be a good sign that the Embryon had seen some pretty nasty human habits but most of the ones they'd displayed themselves were the things that made being human worthwhile.
"Roland."
"Mm?"
"I like you." Roland frowned, puzzled as to what had brought that on, turned slightly to glance over his shoulder at the green-haired Embryon. "I was talking with some of your men earlier, and it occurred to me that people in this world don't tend to tell each other what they think about them. You should know that I like you."
There was sincerity in Gale's voice that made Roland feel downright uncomfortable, even though he knew there was nothing wrong with it, knew he wasn't bound to reciprocate or try to cope with some human mind game. It just... itched that Gale had said that. He hadn't needed to. "Thanks again."
"You're welcome." Gale settled then, eyes closing to get the sleep they always looked as though they needed, and Roland would have been loathe to wake him up.
God damn Gale. Roland had been comfortable with the idea of a fuck-buddy. A friend felt like something he didn't deserve. More than he didn't deserve, at that.
Gale liked him. And he believed it.
Fandom: Digital Devil Saga
Pairing: Gale/Roland, references to Gale/Embryon, Gale/Lupa
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1782
Summary: They both missed the same man.
Author's Notes: Dedicated to
nyxmidnight.The funny thing about the whole situation was that they were both fantasising about the same man; just that they had different names for him. Gale was much more open about it, probably because no one in the junkyard ever got the chance to figure out what you were or weren't meant to do in a relationship. That, and Roland wasn't about to correct him, because sleeping with a guy who wasn't just willing to switch positions in bed but didn't freak out when you yelled out the wrong name wasn't something he wanted to give up.
It wasn't an exclusive thing - he knew full well Gale sometimes slept with the other Embryon members. Even if he hadn't been told, it would have been obvious - if any of them wanted to sleep with another, there was no messing about, they'd just act. Weirdly, for all the inherent wrongness in their being intelligences designed for war and woken up by becoming part demon, they were a lot more well adjusted with each other than most humans. The freedom they gave each other with regards to intimacy was bizarre, and for all his being brought up knowing what you were and weren't meant to do, Roland felt there was something much more natural to the way they did it. Animalistic, maybe, but perhaps that was the point.
Roland had walked in on Gale fucking Cielo in his bathtub and god, they hadn't stopped or been embarrassed, they let him watch. He still had dreams about that. Cielo's light-hearted nature and short stature meant the blue-haired Embryon wasn't Roland's type, but that didn't stop the mental image - no, memory - of Cielo's arms around Gale's neck, rocking against the taller man, asking him to go deeper, being pretty much the hottest thing Roland had seen until he had the chance to take Cielo's place.
Maybe it was being around the Embryon too much, but he didn't feel guilty when he slept with Gale. Not guilty about Gale, anyway; the lingering guilt, the knowledge he may as well have killed Greg himself, that never left. Besides, he'd never been with Greg, not properly. He knew Gale had been with 'Lupa', but Greg hadn't been an AI, he'd been human, and the only things Greg worried himself with were looking after his kid, getting revenge on the people he blamed for the death of his wife, and taking care of the Lokapala. Once, really drunk, they'd fumbled on the sofa, but it was messy - the whole damn situation was too messy - and they hadn't done it again afterwards.
Roland hated how his life was full of 'too messy' and 'too late' and everything just... nothing, nothing seemed to be just right. It was what drew him to Gale past the empathy over Greg; Gale, Gale himself, was neat, and tidy, and planned things. Gale had the ability to make plans and pay attention and learn as though there was absolutely nothing in his brain to inhibit the absorption of details, and nothing seemed to surprise him. Anything that did, he'd poke and prod at until he understood that too.
Roland pressed back against Gale, comforted by the quiet rumble of a growl as the green-haired man pushed in. Just went to show how much the Embryon had changed his life - a week or two ago, if he'd seen someone with green pubic hair he'd have cried "Social disease!" and ran as far as his legs would take him. These days he went hard at the very sight; Gale's ability to analyse and study and learn made him damn near creepily good in bed, remembering everything that made Roland squirm the right way, even the spot just to the side of his spine under his lowest rib that he'd never been able to guide anyone else to before. Gale found things out about the human body and its quirks that Roland didn't know, and before studying literature he'd done enough courses on biology to think he'd known it all pretty damn well.
Gale was moving now, slow, deep, using one arm to keep Roland's own pinned against his chest, using the other to grip Roland's cock and stroke it, everything so damned torturous and patient, everything designed to make Roland come so hard it was a wonder his mind still functioned at all. Gale's fingers were long and the half-glove had kept his hands pretty smooth, all things considered they ought to be rough as hell from wielding guns all the damn time. Roland didn't need to do anything; the arms-pinning thing suggested Gale didn't want him to this time, either. He suspected that was half of why Gale was sometimes interested in him over the other Embryon - he'd seen Cielo, all hands, grabby and curious, but it was just a guess.
Roland wished he knew something he could give back to Gale; that the green-haired Embryon wasn't so damned inscrutable the only things Roland knew for certain were that Gale genuinely liked both roles in bed, he'd fallen hard and fast for Greg's AI counterpart - hell, Roland still had no clue what all that was about - and that he liked to half torture himself by holding back as long as possible. The walls in Roland's home weren't thin by any means, but it didn't stop certain sounds getting through; especially not when in one marathon session when the others were supposed to be healing after a nasty fight, and Roland knew Gale was in there, but listening out in between trying to read meant hearing Cielo scream, Serph do this half-mumbled moan, Argilla's breathing go near asthmatic, Cielo crying out again some time later, and by then Roland was too hard to do nothing about it, listening out for more, and finally came Gale's choked yell.
He'd only heard that time, but it didn't stop him wondering what had actually gone on in there. Every last combination his mind came up with left it half-melted.
"Roland..." Gale's voice was at his ear, breath faintly warm. "Where are you?"
As calls back to reality went, it was pleasantly straight-forward. Okay, so he felt a little guilty this time, and tilted his head back so he could see Gale's face properly, realised he actually caught his breath a little at seeing how damn perfect Gale's skin was even up this close. "What do you get out of this?"
Gale was quiet but didn't go soft, and Roland couldn't help being impressed by the fact Gale was genuinely thinking about something contemplatively mid-sex. "I get to remember Lupa." Shifting then and Roland bit back a small yelp when Gale nudged against his prostate, probably without even registering what he'd just done for once, rubbing his nose along the line of Roland's neck and sniffing. "And learn more about you."
"Why learn about me? Why not Cielo or Serph?"
"I know them," Gale said, enough confidence in his voice to make it obvious he believed it utterly. "You do things. You drink. You curse. You do things that are illogical or flawed. And unlike us, you've always done it."
"Want to figure out what makes me tick?" Roland shivered, not really knowing why, before Gale pushed in again hard, knocking the breath out of him.
"You don't tick," Gale replied, before releasing Roland's arms and touching his finger to his forehead, frowning just slightly. "Ah. I suppose that's correct." He winced again, shifting, and Roland wanted to roll his eyes because Gale kept doing things that made it impossible to think. "You have the strangest speech patterns."
"Thanks."
There was an awkward pause while Gale looked at Roland for any further prompting, before the green-haired Embryon finally shrugged, pushed Roland forward onto his knees and started moving properly, the motions making all Roland's nerves remember pain and pleasure immediately, like Gale had somehow clamped them all before releasing them as he saw fit, and it weakened him.
Ten minutes later - and it was a testament to the way Gale could just work a guy's nerves that Roland had lasted that long - Roland was coming across his bed, world blurry from his glasses dislodging, not that it mattered given he wasn't really noticing anything other than Gale's hands, Gale's tongue, Gale's cock hard inside him until the last minute as if the guy could fucking come on command.
Roland moved to lie on his side, away from the wet patch, watched Gale get up, get a cloth so he could wipe them both clean, always so efficient it was as though he'd been doing this part as a career. How he had the energy was beyond Roland's comprehension, doubly beyond it when Roland was literally well-fucked enough to feel like melting into his sheets and sleeping for a decade. Given the world outside, it was a preferable course of action to anything else he could think up.
Gale finished up, laying the cloth over the mess they'd made on the sheets before pressing up behind Roland and putting an arm around him. It was puzzling that Gale should want to stay around after sex, but then, all of the Embryon were developing idiosyncrasies with speed appropriate for people who'd more or less just woken up one morning to find they had personalities. Roland couldn't say it was a development he disliked. It had to be a good sign that the Embryon had seen some pretty nasty human habits but most of the ones they'd displayed themselves were the things that made being human worthwhile.
"Roland."
"Mm?"
"I like you." Roland frowned, puzzled as to what had brought that on, turned slightly to glance over his shoulder at the green-haired Embryon. "I was talking with some of your men earlier, and it occurred to me that people in this world don't tend to tell each other what they think about them. You should know that I like you."
There was sincerity in Gale's voice that made Roland feel downright uncomfortable, even though he knew there was nothing wrong with it, knew he wasn't bound to reciprocate or try to cope with some human mind game. It just... itched that Gale had said that. He hadn't needed to. "Thanks again."
"You're welcome." Gale settled then, eyes closing to get the sleep they always looked as though they needed, and Roland would have been loathe to wake him up.
God damn Gale. Roland had been comfortable with the idea of a fuck-buddy. A friend felt like something he didn't deserve. More than he didn't deserve, at that.
Gale liked him. And he believed it.
