# What Happens in Fluorgis

Author: Tom_Smith
Tags: Cuckolding, FFTA2, M/M, Seeq, bangaa, nu mou

#1 of Letters To Noah

A little piece I did based on some RPs I did with a guy I love a lot, and another guy.
Not really the first, but the only completed one I can find on this computer.
Enjoy it or not, I'd still like to hear some feedback.

16th of Rosefire

I would like you to forgive me for the story I'm about to tell you, even if I do not deserve it.&nbsp; You could blame my lapses in memory for my atrocities, but I personally wouldn't.&nbsp; Thanks again for bringing me my Potions Belt, by the way.&nbsp; I realize how heavy five-hundred Cure-Alls can be, so I apologize for the strain on your body.&nbsp; Still, there are several other things I cannot afford to forget, and this little event is one of them.

Why'd I choose now to write this out?&nbsp; Well, it's been quite a while since that little event at the Rupies.&nbsp; You nearly died, then I nearly died saving your life.&nbsp; When you brought me back from the Rift, I believed that we'd be linked forever...

And just the other day, I felt like I broke that link.

It was a hot day in Fluorgis, and I was melting in my robes.&nbsp; I sought shade under the sweltering sun, so I sent myself to the sketchy slums.&nbsp; Out of the heat, I conjured a Water spell to quench my thirst, and most of my body cooled down.&nbsp; However, the air weathered my will and solidified my shaft.&nbsp; I wanted to get off, and mere masturbation was not going to cut it.

I needed a hole to fill.

Whores lined themselves along the shady streets.&nbsp; Every last one of them was male, as if they planned for my arrival.&nbsp; As I walked past the groups of gigolos, my left hand lay firmly on my crotch.&nbsp; They ran the gamut from Moogles to Revaji, but they all had the same thought plastered on their faces.

It wasn't even about the money for most of them.&nbsp; They just wanted to share the experience of climax with another man, just like me.&nbsp; Still, I turned down most of their offers and continued on ahead.&nbsp; None of them really had enough meat on their bones for me to consider them attractive.&nbsp;

None of them, that is, except one.

He sat there on a stoop, waiting for someone to request his services, a Seeq with a sword at his side.&nbsp; He didn't even look like a whore.&nbsp; I mean, as far as I remember, Seeqs were always dressed on the skimpy side, right?&nbsp; Anyway, he seemed more like a sellsword than anything else, driven to prostitution by the cruel force called poverty.&nbsp; However, an apparent lack of affluence didn't translate to a lack of amenity.

When he looked at me, an expression, one different from those of the other men around me, filled his face.&nbsp; Warmth radiated from his mug, more akin to a blanket on a winter day than the hot sticky mess that festered around every last inch of my body at the time.&nbsp; Perhaps it was just a façade.&nbsp; Maybe it was genuine kindness.&nbsp;

All I know is that I fell for it.

In a heartbeat, I pulled out my wallet, letting the sound of money ring in his ears.&nbsp; His eyes lit up as he rose up to his feet, towering high over my stubby, hunched, Nu Mou body.&nbsp; When I asked if I could spend the night with him, he wrapped an arm around my body and took me inside the building behind him.

Most of the interior exceeded my expectations of a whore's house in the slums.&nbsp; Simple furniture with a few facilities in need of light maintenance, but a paradise compared to what waited outside.&nbsp; The layout reflected his personality, at least what I perceived to be his personality.

He sat me down on an unfinished wood chair and slipped off to another room.&nbsp; When he returned, he had two bottles of liquor in one hand and two iron mugs in the other.&nbsp; He plunked the bottles and mugs on the table one at a time, and I checked the ages of each drink.&nbsp; Both of the liquors were older than I was, by a wide margin.&nbsp; I raised my concerns about the price, but he told me not to worry.&nbsp; He said it was free of charge, so I drank to my heart's content, which more or less meant two drinks.&nbsp; After that, we spent the rest of the day in his room.

It might've been the booze blurring my vision, but his bedroom looked like one you'd find in a palace.&nbsp; Red was everywhere, from the linens to the walls.&nbsp; The pillows and mattress shimmered with gold trimmings, which were hidden behind a crimson veil.&nbsp; To say nothing about what we did on it.

Actually, I couldn't tell you about the sex.&nbsp; No matter how much I try to recall it, I draw a blank.&nbsp; What I can tell you about it is the feeling.&nbsp; I felt like I could spend every day in bed with him.&nbsp; Just thinking about the feeling I got from it makes me leak.&nbsp;

Yes, pre and sweat, along with a few tears.

You might be wondering, "Why tears?" if you aren't seething with rage at this point.&nbsp; You can owe that to what happened after the fact.&nbsp; When I woke up the next morning, I found myself lying on the same stoop, naked with my clothes lying next to me.&nbsp; The Seeq was nowhere to be found.&nbsp; Not a trace.&nbsp; When I hurried back in his house, everything was gone, as if he never existed.

In this vacant abode, I was left with nothing but time.&nbsp; Time to reflect on how much I deserved this outcome.&nbsp; To be abandoned with nobody by my side.&nbsp; I was on my knees, ready to make these hollow halls my permanent home, when a noise broke my line of thought.

I shuffled through my Sage's robes and pulled out a plant.&nbsp; A sprig of Whisperweed, to be precise.&nbsp; I brought it up to my drooped ear, and what else would I hear but your voice?&nbsp; The sound of you brought me back in the warm embrace of your arms.&nbsp; However, it was the words behind the message that pulled me from my self-inflicted Rift and up to my feet.

"If you figure out what you need, I'm here for you."

After the obligatory wall to the face for my stupidity, I shook my head and left the empty house.&nbsp; I paid no mind to the stench of my clothes, or to the heat of the day as I slipped out of the slums and back to the inn.

When I made it inside my temporary quarters, the Hume at the counter called for my name, saying that a Bangaa in white left me something.&nbsp; You already know what it was, considering you were the sender, but I still can't get over the presentation.

Each plank that made up the crate came from a different species of tree.&nbsp; Every one of them were in different stages of rot and painted a different color, as if you took them from various fences.&nbsp; Why would you make the box yourself?&nbsp; I love the sentiment, but why would you do that?&nbsp; It's just my potion belt.

The letter that came with it...&nbsp; There were no words, save the usual "To: Milt" "Love: Noah."&nbsp; The message itself consisted of a giant heart with crude sketches of our faces on either side of it.&nbsp; All of this left me blushing and giggling contrary to my Job.&nbsp; Even now, I can only think of two words in response to all of this:

"Thank you."

After receiving such a painstakingly-packed "gift," I knew I couldn't lose you like I did that night.&nbsp; And thus, I write to remind myself how badly things could have ended up if it weren't for you.&nbsp; I'm not asking you to stay with me after what I did; that would be unfair.&nbsp; I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me, and how I finally came to realize this.

Just...

Thank you, Noah.

Milt

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