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Some non-Rekka yaoi :3

I wrote this for catfight in response to a meme ... I hope everyone enjoys reading it. Well, everyone who gives a damn about Seisen no Keifu enough to do so. There's man kissing ;__; I swear ;__;



Just for anyone who's reading this and hasn't palyed Seisen, I'll be nice and give a tiny bit of background. Eltoshan, Cuan, and Sigurd went to Academy tgether in their teenage years. In the future, when the game begins, Sigurd is single, Cuan is married to Sigurd's sister, Ethlinn, and Eltoshan is married to a Lenster noblewoman, Grannia, while being romantically and sexually involved with his half-sister, Lachesis. Despite his relationship with Lache, Elto is very possessive of Grannia.

This story takes place during those Academy years. Keep in mind that Eltoshan and Lachesis are not your basic brother/sister pair to catch the undertones. ;)

Possession
Eltoshan/Cuan, Cuan/Ethlinn, implied Eltoshan/Lachesis

"... what's that smell?"

Cuan stopped short with his shirt half pulled over his head. "I ... don't know?" he supplied.

Eltoshan sniffed again. "Yes, you do. It's coming from you."

"... no, it's not." Cuan pulled the shirt over his head and went to get a new one out of the wardrobe. "You're imagining it."

"No, I swear." Eltoshan stood and grabbed the dropped shirt, putting it to his nose and breathing in deeply. He then put it down evenly and gave Cuan an odd look.

Cuan ignored it as he pulled on the new shirt ... then noticed, as he pulled his head through the neck, that he was still staring. "... what?!" he demanded.

"Vanilla."

Cuan choked. "What?"

"Your shirt smells like vanilla."

Cuan turned away and messed with something insignifigant in the wardrobe to hide his expression. "You're really imagining it."

"I am not. This shirt smells like it was bloody well dipped in vanilla." Eltoshan clucked his tongue and Cuan heard him throw it aside. "Do you know what else smells like vanilla?"

Cuan bit his lip. "Couldn't guess ..."

"That perfume Sigurd's sister wears."

He chuckled nervously. "Fancy that. Maybe you're so caught up thinking about her, you imagine everything smelling like it."

"Or maybe ..." Cuan heard Eltoshan walk closer. "You're so caught up thinking about her that you snuck into Sigurd's room and opened that bottle he bought her for her birthday to get a sniff."

Cuan coughed. "Elto, I can't believe you would think me so desperate --"

"And maybe, when you heard Sigurd come back, you started and dropped the bottle."

"You are so --"

"And maybe you shot me that upset look when you came in because you expected me to still be in the practice yard, not where I could see you -- or smell you, as the case may be."

Cuan harrumphed.

"Am I right?"

"Let's just say my stripend for this month is going towards replacing something of Sigurd's I ruined." the Prince of Lenster asked sullenly.

"I'm always right, I know." Eltoshan chuckled silkily. "Cuan, why didn't you tell me that you had a thing for the fair Lady Ethlinn?"

"Because I was certain that you would have figured it out before long." Cuan sighed and turned around. "You know me well enough."

"I'm nearly touched."

"Nearly?"

"Well, aside from the fact that you were hiding this from me ..." Eltoshan leaned very closely to Cuan's face, and the Lenster Prince stared back at him before he lost his nerve and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I don't believe that's the only reason why you hid it. It doesn't stop you from telling me everything else."

"Well, maybe you would be ... jealous?" Cuan raised an eyebrow, determined not to let Eltoshan's commanding presence intimidate him.

Eltoshan barked out a laugh and took a few steps back. "Jealous? That's a riot. Why on earth would I be jealous?"

Cuan opened and closed his mouth, then plunged on "Because of --"

"Because of the nature of our relationship?" Eltoshan returned to Cuan's side, those several inches of height he had on him suddenly seeming like several feet. "Cuan ... come on. Don't tell me you think I take it seriously."

"Of course not!" Cuan exclaimed. "I'd lose respect for you if you did!"

"Then why ..." Eltoshan leaned close again, toying with the sleeve of Cuan's shirt. "Would I be jealous?"

Cuan coughed, trying to avoid the real answer. "Because you weren't good enough for me!" he lied boldly. "And I had to go and find someone better. I thought that would be fairly obvious."

Something flickering deep within Eltoshan's golden eyes, and Cuan knew that he had gotten his goat.

"What do you mean, not good enough for you?"

"You heard me!" Cuan said flippantly, moving to turn back and meaningless rearrange his closet. Eltoshan placed a hand on the side of the wall, beside his head, and leaned in closer.

"Maybe I'll just have to do better, then." Eltoshan purred.

"You were already doing your best, Elto! There's no shame in that!" Cuan replied, mock sensitivity in his voice. He chuckled internally as that spark in his best friend's eye burst into a flame.

"You're taunting me."

"I may be."

Elto moved quickly, grabbing the front of Cuan's clean to shirt and pulling him forward, closing his lips over his in a forceful, familiar kiss. Cuan started, but relaxed quickly. This was hardly unexpected, after all. Indeed, it had been his aim for some time. He leaned in and responded, running his hands on the Nodion Prince's back and down his sides, moaning softly as Eltoshan scraped his teeth over his bottem lip.

Moments later, Elto pulled back slightly, looking deep into Cuan's half-lidded eyes and smirking. "I can keep going."

"Oh, please, don't. You're boring me enough as it is."

Eltoshan glared and dropped his hands. "I'm not going to let you get to me." he said flatly.

Cuan grinned. "I think that you already have."

Eltoshan scoffed, shook his head, and fixed his usual smirk back on his face. "Why do you think I would be jealous? Really."

Cuan sighed and moved to turn back to the closet again. This time, the blond let him. "Because ..." he scoffed. "Forget it."

"What ... do you take it seriously?"

"No!"

"Then why?"

"Just ..." Cuan sighed. "Just something that your sister told me."

"When we were visiting Nodion last break?"

"Mn."

"Well ..." Eltoshan sighed. "What on earth could she have told you to make you think that?"

"It's nothing." Cuan insisted, determined not to take this further than it had already been dragged out. "I like Ethlinn. I like her quite a bit. Now you know. Can we please drop it?"

Elto paused for a long moment. "Fine." he said bluntly. "Fine, whatever. You want to drop it, we can drop it." he did not sound happy. "I'll just ask Lache what she told you myself when I go up there next summer."

Cuan sighed, toying with the sleeve of a hanging shirt.

"I'm going to throw this shirt out." Eltoshan said moments later, sounding perfectly content again.

Cuan whirled. "Throw it out?"

Eltoshan grinned a half smile and tossed the shirt at Cuan's face, who grabbed it before it could hit. "Well, it's not like you're gonna be wearing it, lover boy. You're never going to get the smell out of it. Walking down the hall smelling like vanilla sure you get you some funny looks."

"Well, I know, but ..." Cuan bit his tongue and shrugged. "Fine, get rid of it."

"Unless ... you want to keep it around to smell it." a slow grin spread across Eltoshan's face. "And dream of your lady love."

Cuan glared flatly, clutching the pleasantly scented shirt to his side. Eltoshan laughed.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave it alone." Eltoshan waved his hand in dismissal. "I'm going down to the practice yard. Take care." he saluted, then headed out the door, shutting it tightly behind him.

Cuan brought the shirt to his nose and smelled it, sighing with contentment. He hung it up in the closest, basking in the scent and thinking of Ethlinn's candy pink hair swirling as she twirled under the sunlight. Catching himself grinning like an idiot, he shook his head and went to get his books, remembering he had an examination in a week's time.

* * *

Far off, the sounds of merry-making drifted up the stairwell of the tower where they stood. Lachesis took another sip of her wine, staring out the window at the full moon and sighing, before turning back to look at Cuan, her face flushed with drink and the summer heat. "The thing about Elto ... he's an odd man to figure out. Even if he never really owns something, he wants it to be completely his." she giggled and cocked her head to her shoulder. "I know, that sounds stupid. I have no idea what I'm saying." she clucked her tongue and turned away again. "I should really stop drinking, Eltoshan is going to be absolutely furious I had more than one glass."

"No ..." Cuan replied, leaning against the wall. "No ... I think that sounds very ... very much like your brother."

"Really." the Nodion Princess looked at him thoughtfully from the corner of her eye for a long moment, her gaze much clearer than it should be, before nodding. "... you know him as well as I, then."

Cuan looked at her secretive smile. He smiled back, and nodded.