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Matthew Vandham had been volunteered to do a sweep around their campsite on the Black Mountains. He’d have done it anyway, but A had been very insistent on getting him away from the others in their party, midway up their journey to confront Alpha.
He’d have liked some time to get the pebble out of his boot—how on Aionios it got in there he’d no idea—but if his travelling partner was this keen to drag him away from the start of a warm camp fire?
Something’s gotta be right buki.
“Alright, what’s all this about, A?” Matthew asked after they’d secured the perimeter.
Arms came from behind to snare around his waist; the strength of those slight limbs surprising him as he was dragged into the dark, rocky recesses of a cliff face.
“You’re thinking about it again,” A said, face pressed against his back.
It was A’s thighs, soft and smooth, with his cock between them being milked to release.
Little point in denying it.
“Like I said, freezing my balls off up here… gotta think of something to keep me toasty!”
“Oh?”
Matthew could feel that eyebrow arch.
“I keep you toasty, do I? I make you warm?”
Was that the wrong thing to say?
One cold hand, with nimble and delicate fingers feeling like icicles, dipped into his trousers to wrap around stiffening flesh.
Matthew’s hips arched, driving his rear against A’s pelvis even as his partner was hefted up to drape across his back as his body buckled at such stimulation.
I’m done for!
Rather than an admonishing little slap with those cool fingertips, that hand started to coax more blood through his veins with measured strokes.
“I am heartened, Matthew…” A admitted. “So… trust in me to relieve you of your burdens…”
With the other hand loosening his belt buckle to give more room for that wrist to move, A skilfully teased him in his boxers.
Setting his legs in a stance similar to the Ponio one his grandfather drilled into him, Matthew felt he had to say something. The swirling thoughts of silvery hair and sky-blue eyes needed to be addressed.
“Thoughts of you ain’t a burden, A.”
A’s grip slackened for just a moment before starting to stroke faster with thumb tracing a vein.
“You ain’t one either; bet I could jog up the steps to Overlook Park with you on my back!”
There was the nuzzling of a nose along spine as his words reached A.
“And yeah I was fuming at the lakeside but…”
He felt A tense at mention of that, the hand around his cock squeezing for just a moment too long at mention of the encounter with N.
That A would protect the man who killed Matthew’s grandfather, who destroyed the City was one thing; finding out that the self-same Moebius was Matthew’s great-grandfather!?
That had shook him to his soul.
But...
“That don’t matter none to me no more.”
His heart raced with more than just how skilfully A was jerking his dick; his pulse quickened because this was A.
The one who found him in the wreckage of the City, nursed him back to health, assisted in his training, helped him fight Moebius, stood with him to free others despite his tendency to jump into the thick of it.
They’d had a blip, but that didn’t change a thing in his chest.
Yeah, I love A, who wouldn’t?
But Matthew knew that there was a word that held more importance to the mysterious silver-haired swordfighter than love.
“’cos I trust you, A.”
Fuck, he could feel A’s heart pounding against him. Those slender legs shifted as A climbed ever higher to lay lips where his hair met his neck. His knees almost buckled as a jolt surged through him, though he had no idea if that came up from his cock or down from where that kiss was planted.
“Ffffff- yeah, I trust you with everything…!”
“Thank you, Matthew,” A whispered, left hand milking his cock as the right was cupped in front of his cockhead to capture as many of the splurts as possible.
A was thoughtful like that.
Wouldn’t do to confront Alpha with spunk in the trunks!
“I… trust you are suitably relieved of burdens?” A asked softly, nose tracing little symbols against Matthew’s skin as hot breath followed.
“Hey, what did I say? No burden at all, A!” Matthew laughed, standing amidst swirling snow with A clinging to him. “Though…”
“Although what?”
He had to ask. “Anything I can do for you?”
“No,” A declined. “This is more than satisfactory.”
Don’t think it is for me, A…
“A… probably gonna hit me for this, but… I don’t care what you have down there.”
“… What?”
“Not that I’ve been thinking extensively about it or anything! Just… if that’s why you don’t want me to give back… c’mon, you’ve travelled with me a good while now! You should know I’m adaptable!”
A chuckle tittered from behind him, A trembling with a rare laugh before laying lips on his neck once more.
“I am well aware how adaptable you are. I know I need not be concerned with that. The offer is appreciated but would be… distracting for our long-term goals.”
“Hah! … wait, that’s good, right?”
“It is what it is, Matthew. Crouch down? I need to…”
Oh, shit, yeah!
Unlike last time where his cum had splattered up against A’s thighs and underwear before trickling down onto himself, there was a palm full of it to get cleaned up.
Crouching a little let A’s feet touch the floor. Then, with some careful manoeuvring with one hand, a closed fist was quickly retrieved and hidden behind A’s back.
“Need some wipes or anything?” Matthew asked, adjusting his trousers back into his usual fit.
“No, simply some privacy.”
“Got it, A. And… maybe once Alpha’s been put in his place?” he asked, extending his fist towards his partner.
A quirked a brow at him but responded with a fistbump in kind.
“Maybe then… might need a distraction?” He flashed a big grin A’s way. “Happy to distract you.”
He avoided one playful little bonk to the head from a fist and decided that to avoid another—especially one filled with his own cum—he’d turn and wave, leaving that walking mystery to clean up away from his presence.
A’s breath came quickly once Matthew was out of sight.
That idiot always knew just how to…
As much as A wanted any form of distraction, it would ultimately distract from what needed to be done.
The future wasn’t set in stone, but the path they all walked… it was necessary for a favourable outcome for all.
A had foreseen it.
It required sacrifice.
Was that Ontos’ role as arbiter?
To sacrifice what was wanted for the needs of others?
Alvis had never known Shulk’s touch; as much as the idea intrigued him.
Maybe if he had, there would have been more than recollections to keep Alpha on the right path?
A had never known Shulk’s touch, intriguing as the prospect was. He was now a husband, a father. More than just a young man tinkering away at the Monado.
Every delicate touch and probing finger had been felt.
Every insightful comment and hushed musing had been heard.
Every exhausted slumber with blond hair resting against red material had been witnessed.
Alpha may have discarded all those memories and sensations in the onslaught of despair and rigidity that the manifestation of Z had brought to Aionios, but A never would.
A had never known Rex’s touch, either. The Driver of Pneuma’s love and affection seemed boundless. Also a husband, also a father; a man who was happy to welcome A, with all that mystery, in as a sibling.
The Drivers of two of the three Trinity Processor cores had come to an understanding with each other—one of mutual care and affection in this unstable, blended world.
A wondered how things might have differed in Alrest had Logos’ Driver not been burdened so with thoughts and fears that lashed outwards and sundered all the Praetorium’s light touched…
But here?
Now?
With a slackening grip on that slick mess, A’s cheeks burned against cold skies as a palm was brought upwards, a tongue set out to lap at electrolytes and protein and life.
The core crystal earring—hanging asymmetrically from one ear as a clear status symbol of being desynchronised from the whole of being Ontos—pulsed with light as double-helix encoded data was taken on board.
A had Matthew’s trust.
Trust that would bring Na’el back to him.
Trust that would oust Alpha.
Trust that—no matter what came after—they only had to walk on and humanity would find their way out of Moebius’ infinite prison of death and despair.
And A would remember Matthew, always.
Aggravating, annoying, boisterous, eager, sometimes idiotic Matthew.
No matter how long freedom took.
Trust was everything to a Blade.