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R'osi lounged on the bed of his room in the Crystarium Pendants, Ardbert's ghost laid out on the end of the bed.
The shutters of the window were shut, curtains drawn in front of them to block out the Light that seeped through the cracks. A couple candles, a dim lantern or two, was all that was being used to illuminate the room.
"So. Any plans, oh Great Mage of the Source?" Ardbert asked, boredom infused throughout his words, arms wide on the sheets as he stared up at the ceiling.
"Yes, actually." R'osi replied, catching the aetherial focus he had been idly tossing.
Ardbert sat up. He made eye contact with the mi'qote's single orange eye and held it. "... Are you going to tell me?"
R'osi smirked, showing off pointed fangs. "Maybe. Depends if you're game for it, might be too wild for an old man like you."
The Hume rolled his eyes. "Old man my ghostly ass, I've been bored for the past 90-something years, nothing'll be too wild. Didn't I tell you what we got up to before we caused the Flood?" He pouted, crossing his arms.
R'osi threw his head back and laughed. "Alright, just hear me out first!" He protested.
Once he had caught his breath, he grinned at Ardbert again. "It's a rather... Salacious idea. That's why I wasn't sure you'd be up for it."
"I haven't had sex in a hundred years, trust me I'll be up for it." The Warrior deadpanned.
R'osi snorted into the drink he was taking, sending dark wine out his nose. He coughed for a while, wiping at his face with his sleeve. "You-you should know better than to tell someone a joke while they're drinking!"
Ardbert shrugged a half-apology.
"In any case…." R'osi sighed. "The idea. I want to make someone jealous."
Ardbert furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head. "Who? And why?"
"The Exarch. Because I'm fairly certain he is…. An old flame of mine, so to speak." He rubbed at his left temple, right next to the eye sewn shut.
".... Y'know, I spilled my whole tragic backstory for you, one day you're going to do the same for me, right?"
The bonfire-orange eye locked on him again. "Help me out with this, and I'll tell you the whole sordid tale. Deal?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Deal. How are you wanting to pull this off? It'll be tricky since you're the only one that can see me."
R'osi swung himself up and off the bed. "Remember when I said it was a naughty plan? I happen to know exactly when anyone is spying on me via magical means." He spun the aetherial focus for effect. "There have to be some benefits to being a mage, besides all the fire-chucking that is. And being able to stand further from the fighting and sending meatshields like you into the fray for us."
Ardbert waved his hand. "Get on with it."
R'osi hopped up onto the table, his fluffy rust-red tail wrapping around his waist. "It includes being able to see when the Exarch spies on me from his tower. Which he does with some frequency and regularity, I should mention."
Ardbert closed his eyes in realization. "And you want to put on a show for him."
"Exactly!"
"Why should I help you with this stupid idea? What if he isn't actually your ex-boyfriend?"
R'osi huffed. "I am almost entirely certain it's him. There are too many coincidences! And if I'm wrong, well he's probably a good lay anyway. As for why you should help me…"
He slid back off the table, slinking towards Ardbert. "When did you say the last time you felt another's touch was?" A brown hand slid up his arm, grazing against his neck and cupping his jaw.
The ghost shuddered at the contact. ".... too long ago."
G'raha sighed as he dropped himself into the chair by his desk. One more failed summoning of the rest of the Warriors of Light, with only a very angry young Elezen girl to show for it. And only half of the Warrior's number on the First.
Red eyes idly wandered to the blue crystal scrying mirror. He shouldn't, enough had already gone wrong that day…..
The Mi'qote sat there for a moment, worrying his lip as he dithered.
Then he growled to himself, reaching for the mirror and flicking his fingers to cast the spell he didn't even have to think about anymore.
I really shouldn't keep doing this anymore…..
The image on the mirror swirled to reveal the darkened room of R'osi Tia, the first Warrior of Light summoned to the First.
He was naked on his bed, which was closer to his viewpoint than G'raha remembered, oddly enough. He couldn't help but let his gaze trail over the brown skin, the trails of red hair across his body, the twin scars at the base of his chest, the tiger markings on his face.
The Exarch was about to dispell the image, satisfied on a simple illicit image and the knowledge that he felt safe enough to lounge naked, when R'osi started reaching down to the large tuft of red fur between his legs.
He froze as the Warrior spread his folds, rocking up into his own fingers and humming softly.
Oh I REALLY need to stop doing this….
But he found himself unable to move, as frozen as if he had finally become one with the Tower. G'raha certainly felt as hard as crystal.
R'osi slowly slipped two fingers inside himself, gasping slightly and bringing his other hand up to tease at his chest. His fluffy tail twitched on the bed next to him and G'raha couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like against his skin.
His view of R'osi scissoring himself open was unobscured, causing him to lean forward as if he'd be able to see all the way into the depths of that wet heat. The Exarch faintly heard R'osi whisper something, then whined embarrassingly as the fingers withdrew.
Only for his petulant noise to be abruptly cut off when the mages' hole remained stretched open around nothing. Ruby red eyes widened while his inspiration panted, chest heaving and hips wiggling against the new intrusion.
A masturbation spell?? One that took the form of an invisible dildo… He couldn't help but wonder how it worked, but there was no doubt in his mind that R'osi had been the one to invent it.
His idle musing was interrupted by the Mi'qote in front of him whimpering obscenely, having abandoned toying with his nipple to reach back and clutch at a pillow. He could faintly hear it rip under the Warrior's claws.
“R-Raha…. More…” He pleaded, orange eye screwed shut alongside the sealed one.
The Exarch's heart leapt into his throat. Surely he had misheard.
“G'raha!” This time it was unmistakable, his name loudly shouted for the world to hear. He held on leg so the ankle was up by his head, and the Exarch's view could only have been clearer if he was in the room himself.
He was so close to the mirror the drool falling from his lips slid down its length, forehead blazing as it touched cool crystal. He pressed closer unconsciously, as if applying enough pressure would cause him to fall straight through and into the bed his idol writhed in.
R'osi's eye snapped open, and he forcibly yanked one hand off of the pillow to reach down and pleasure himself.
He cries out the Exarch's name one more time, reaching down to rub at his own clit as he came. G'raha Tia could see the mage's cunt pulse around air, and tensed as his own orgasm rippled through him, hissing as he bit his own tongue in surprise.
Cumming untouched… just from an illicit moment of spying on the man he had loved for over one hundred years. Shame dripped cold down his spine faster than his own cum dripped onto the blue floor.
He looked back one last time before going to sever the connection.
Only to see R'osi staring straight at him. The Mi'qote smirked, and raised a hand to beckon him with two fingers. The same ones that had scissored him open.
The Crystal Exarch slammed the mirror down on the table so fast it split in two. He leaned back in his chair, adrenaline of fear rather than arousal speeding his heart and breaths.
He couldn't have seen him staring…. Could he??
R'osi cackled at the abrupt end of the spell he could sense, wrapping his arms around Ardbert. The ghost had a blissed-out look on his face as he rested on the mage's chest.
The mi'qote looked down at the Hume. “Alright, you held up you're end. Do you want the story now, or do you want to go another couple of rounds before I start talking?”
Ardbert growled, taking one of his nipples in his teeth. “You talk too much as it is… I think I'll relish the ability to make you stop talking.”
R'osi could only laugh again as the Warrior lurched upright and tugged his hips against him once more.