A Final Fantasy crossover fan fiction. Yaoi. Both characters are over 18.
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It had been a trial by fire for sure, with nobody quite knowing how the two worlds came to collide. Something about the Servants of chaos and a plan to have the void consume both Eos and Gaia. Noctis had come out of the collision in a dire predicament without his retinue as an Red Giant squared off against him alone. The powerful, towering entity had proved difficult, until a mysterious individual shouted.
"Hey look, a diversion!"
And drew it's attention for long enough for Noctis to get back in the fight. The mysterious individual, a blonde thief in a teal performers vest and blue jodhpurs, white jabot, and a pair of oversized cloth gloves, sprinted from point to point in a quick dash to keep the attention off of the Prince, daggers in hand. His blonde tail swung behind him as he energetically kipped and wove to dodge it's strikes.
"Almost had me! Keep trying!"
When the battle was over, camp was quickly erected, giving the two a chance to speak. Around a warm campfire, Zidane sat on a log, and only then decided to introduce himself with a quick stretch of his hand.
"Oh, hey, didn't tell you my name. I'm Zidane. Nice to meet you!"
Noctis cleared his throat.
"Yeeeah," droned the Prince. He averted his gaze from the blonde for a minute and glanced elsewhere, either way, he was staring at the same tall trees that enclosed the camping grounds. The Prince let out a little huff in annoyance at first, while he idly folded his arms over his chest. "So, monsters," he started, his tone of voice a little sharper than before. "We're here because of...monsters...that keep spawning all over the place?"
"Something like that! Y`know how it goes. Monsters are bad and we gotta stop 'em. I dunno, I just saw you needed a hand and thought I'd jump in."
Glancing back at Zidane, the Prince still kept the same expression as before. Dull, his mindset rather dense, and yet showed a tint of irritation. He kept his weapons close by at all times, just in case something would mysteriously jump out of the woodwork at him. Noctis was usually the paranoid type, and yet, he felt rather calm at the moment.
"So, yeah, camping. What a great idea," he stated sarcastically, and this sounded like more of a snap than anything else. He soon changed the subject, cocking his head to one side as he studied Zidane for a bit. "Zidane, huh? I'm Noct. I guess it's...uh...a pleasure to meet you, too."
The dull expression was met with an exuberant one, like a ray of sunshine in the dark of the night, soft slender lips giving an infectious grin that he just begged to spread. The sarcastic tone of the response wasn't lost, though.
"How can you not like camping? It's great! Bunch of guys just sitting around a campfire telling stories and having a good time under the open stars. I'd take that over some stuffy banquet hall listening to a bunch of fat people talk about money any day." At the introduction, Zidane offered a theatrical bow, sweeping his right hand in front of himself "Nice to meet you Noct. Don't worry, you're in good hands. I do this kinda thing alllllllllll the time."
Noctis furrowed his black eyebrows in annoyance.
"You mean you camp all the time?" Noctis checked, letting out a grunt. "I just...tend to feel sticky when I camp. I do it all the time back at...where I usually come from, since a certain jerk forces me to camp almost every night," he put.
"As much as I can!" Zidane offered with a smirk. "Nothing beats the freedom of the open road, sleeping under the stars. No rules, no expectations, no schedule. You can sleep in if you want, stay up late if you want, nobody is going to tell you 'Hey, keep it down, the other customer is trying to sleep' or 'Hey, aren't you going to pay for that?' The stickiness thing... you get used to it - and you still bathe when you're out here y`know. You just use a river or a stream."
Intoning a simple 'mhm', Noctis glanced down at his clothes and brushed dirt off his black shirt and three-quarter-length trousers, still icky from the fight earlier. The Prince flung his black jacket over the wood of the log, and shortly after that he had a habit of combing his fingers through his black locks. He was quite fussy with his appearance, being a pretty boy and all. But then, he finally caught on what Zidane said about helping out, Noctis tutted.
"You thought I needed a hand? You didn't think I could actually fight by myself?" Noctis questioned, his tone of voice still as sharp as before. The Prince fought monsters and enemies because he enjoyed playing his shitty video-games, and to be honest, Noctis was more used to fighting in a pack than he was by himself. He could manage fighting by himself, but most likely with a lot of yelling on his part. "I...wasn't stressed at all," he lied and straightened his back. "But I guess, thanks for helping me. I guess it's nice when other people wanna chip in. It definitely makes a change."
Zidane, having absolutely no concept of personal space, shifted over to sit right up next to Noctis to the point that their shoulders pushed together. His body was unnaturally warm, immaculately soft, practically hairless, and very, very toned despite his slender build.
"Do I think that big flaming red metal monster was going to grind you into a Noct-paste? Probably not, but that doesn't mean you couldn't use a hand, or a friend. Just because you weren't in life or death danger doesn't mean it's not easier with the two of us. Besides, what am I gonna do, just walk away and leave someone to fend for himself? Not my style! Especially when they're cute."
Noctis reddened with a blush.
"C-cute? You think I'm cute? That's kinda odd coming from a guy," stated Noctis. He didn't even bother to think about it, he simply hummed. Noctis never really thought about hooking up with any guys before, and especially out camping while feeling all sticky. "Well, thanks, I guess. I really appreciated your help back there, even if it was brief," the last part was another lie but Noctis wanted to feel good about himself.
