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rabbitprint. FFX and FFX-2 have been covered so many times by other, more competant authors that I felt no need to visit that world. I suspect a lot of this has to do with my deep wish for something nasty to happen to Nooj anyway. I also discovered I am physically incapable of writing him in a sexual situation.
Moral of this story: Never trust Rin when he says 'Come in back.' He means it.
Fandom: FFX-2
Theme: Mischief
Rating: R
Rin did not invent things. His Al Bhed blood did not relent when it came to tinkering, but he found he was far better at improving existing design than creating his own. He often found his mind wrapping enthusiastically around any new device presented to him, automatically pinpointing flaws and calculating ways around them. Whenever he was presented something that he could tune up or remake, his fingers twitched and his toes curled in his shoes if he was forced to resist for propriety's sake.
When he encountered Nooj, a young leader of a young army, he noticed the awkward way the man carried himself. The tight nestle of machinery against his hip left the Al Bhed's mind full of questions and observations and improvements that could be made. He couldn't help but notice how very close the injury must have come to the man's groin. His first assessments involved how awkward the prosthetic would be during sex. The question following immediately thereafter was if the man could still even -have- sex.
His mind began to array pistons and springs, and he had to shake it off. He let it work on improvements for the man's leg instead, watching the way he hobbled and occasionally winced. The metal must have pinched him on occasion, and Rin considered how that could be avoided too, all the while allowing his gaze to fixate on this stranger's groin. One of his assistants went far enough to nudge him in the shoulder and tell him to go after what he wanted.
He could only answer this with a wicked grin - he knew, certainly, what he wanted. He suspected it was different from what everyone else guessed. Even Nooj himself began to skirt around him, especially when Rin approached him with a discounted stay at his establishment.
"Surely you will need all your funds to get your Youth League off of the ground," Rin smiled, watching Nooj's gaze turn cold at the warm sentiment he was presented. The man did not trust Rin. Rin wouldn't trust himself either, in this situation.
"I'm told never to trust an Al Bhed's charity." Nooj said sullenly, keeping his eyes away from Rin's.
"Who would tell you such a thing!" Rin let joviality over-run the rudeness of Nooj's comment. After all, he suspected if he'd had his privates bitten off by some sort of horrible sinspawn, he would also be a bit grumpy.
"Most people with common sense realize that you're out for a profit." Nooj said, his gaze still averted sidelong. The deathseeker picked up his coffee - bitter and black, Rin surmised from it's lack of cream color - in order to avoid looking at Rin even longer. As if the Al Bhed would fade from view if he simply was out of sight.
"Ah!" Rin exclaimed. "Indeed, but it cannot be said that it is -all- that I am out for." He let the words sit, rest on Nooj's mind while the other tried his hardest to banish such thoughts.
Before Nooj could answer skeptically, Rin amended. "I do have a proposition."
The other man looked shocked, he kept suddenly quiet. It was the last thing he apparently wanted to hear, and Nooj was gathering himself to decline, flat out and undeniably before it got anywhere he didn't want it to go. Al Bhed were notorious for talking others into situations they would rather avoid.
"I want to fix your leg." Rin cut off possible protest, rushing on with a smile and an easy tone that would not be denied. "I have noticed a few things that I could, perhaps, improve. That is all."
"You want to do this for free." Nooj, the picture of disbelief.
"Yes."
"Without any reimbursement."
"I was not considering any sort of tangible repayment, no." Rin worded carefully. Nooj noticed, but seemed to want what the Al Bhed was offering. The leg -did- pinch, and moved awkwardly at best - if Rin could even improve it marginally, it would mean volumes in comfort for Nooj. The Al Bhed did not let Nooj consider it long enough to start imagining downsides to the idea. "It must be Al Bhed in design anyway."
Nooj made a noise of assent, looking broodily uncertain of the whole situation.
"Come in back." The blonde smiled again, straightening from where he had bent to speak levelly with the seated Youth League leader. "I have a workshop."
Nooj got himself up, uncertain and unsteady. He did not take Rin's tanned fingers when he was offered a hand up, instead he seized the cane that helped him hobble here and there. Eventually it would take him to the front most lines of battle. Rin imagined that he would drag up some dignity then, just in time to feed the rest of himself to wayward sinspawn.
Who could blame Rin for getting what he could out of the Youth League leader while he still could?
The workshop - if one could call the area anything more than a table and a vast assortment of specialized tools and half disassembled machinery that much - was close and cluttered. It had places for everything, but very little was in it's intended place. He pushed tools to either side of the workbench, indicating that Nooj should sit down.
When he was about to sit, Rin stopped him quickly, as if in afterthought. "Your outfit - I would not normally suggest this, but it will have to come off. It appears to be all one piece...?"
Nooj looked skeptical, looking at Rin full on over the rims of his glasses at last. The Al Bhed tried his best to keep a serious expression, devoid of lewd smiles or suggestive quirks of his eyebrows. He was only partially successful. He dropped his goggles over his eyes to hide their mischievous glint. At least he would know exactly how much of Nooj was missing, whatever else he accomplished.
Sighing, Nooj began to unbuckle the brace that bore most of his weight. Rin looked away respectfully, organizing some of his tools and pushing aside a half repaired weapon. He finished long before Nooj did, but kept fiddling until the man seemed more composed.
The brace made things look far worse than they were, Rin assessed. Machina attached at the natural joint of the hip, socketed in snugly against skin. But nothing else - that Rin could see, Nooj had kept his undergarments on, Resisting a pout, Rin turned his expression studiously professional.
It was all he could do not to smirk. In fact, he felt his lips turning down into rather a concentrated scowl with the effort. It amused him more, and he had to take a moment to remind himself that there really was work at hand, with Nooj pouting at him in such an uncertain way.
"Here's where it's sticking." Rin reached out, and Nooj flinched as he put his hands intimately on the connection of hip and metal - it was raw and pinched in the area. Rin ignored the scowling discomfort aimed in his direction, and hooked his workshop stool with one foot to pull it closer. He sat down, situated unashamedly between Nooj's legs.
The other man immediately began looking the other way, Rin scooted just far enough to one side to knock the man's cane out of reach. Watching it roll away hopelessly, Nooj did not have a chance to protest. Rin did not appear to be anything but a dedicated and clinical repairman. At first.
"All I have to do is adjust where the strap connects..." He said, leaning in intimately. Nooj didn't squirm - much to his credit. The adjustments were far easier than Rin played them to be. He worked his fingers into interesting places, and fully explored the mechanical and not so mechanical workings of the leg, more than once noting the sudden slide of Nooj's eyes in his direction.
He worked his way down, fixing some of the swings in the knee to allow it more give. The foot was rudimentary - the ankle joint pivoted, but did not rotate. Rin gave it the flexibility of a real ankle. Gradually, as he behaved himself, Nooj relaxed. Smirking to himself, Rin scrubbed his hands free of grease on his trousers.
"Alright." He said, leaning back just a small amount. More, he sat up, but his stool remained firmly planted between Nooj's knees. "Stand up, and see if it still pinches, please?"
Rin was eyed skeptically. Nooj standing up would put them in a proximity that the man seemed about as ready to enter as perhaps a room full of enraged bees. Behind his goggles, Rin arched his brows expectantly. Nooj pushed himself off the table on capable arms.
As he landed, he braced, ready for what was probably a usual pinch of metal on flesh. When none came, he seemed surprised. "That -is- better." He still sounded suspicious. Rin, from somewhere directly in front of his groin and still seated, smiled up at him.
This was apparently unsettling enough so that Nooj quickly began to move away. The sudden motion gave rise to a pained gasp, and the slightest of stumbles. He would have been fine. Rin caught him anyway.
"Whoops!" The Al Bhed's acting was wearing awfully thin. He pushed Nooj back into the table, leaving him leaning and off-balance for just long enough to get his crafty fingers back into a very confidential crevice. Nooj made a noise of protest, but Rin held up his free-hand to silence him. Somehow, it worked. He wondered if it was shock or outrage.
He made a tiny adjustment with his fingers, the back of his hand brushing against and confirming to himself that Nooj really didn't have much of a reason to be grumpy. In fact, his privates seemed to be in healthy enough order. He leaned in closer, turning his head, his ear scant centimeters from touching. Fiddled. Nooj's reactions were nothing short of priceless, though Rin did his best to pretend he didn't notice.
"Does it pinch now?" He said, fingers still wedged in.
"No." Nooj rasped out uncomfortably. "It's fine. It's done."
"Excellent." Rin looked up at him, begoggled and coy. He made a tiny adjustment by touch, then slid his fingers out of the metal and onto flesh. "How does this feel?"
"Decidedly uncomfortable." Nooj was unbalanced, but not yet incapable of protest.
"Be patient and I am certain your mind will change." Rin coaxed, hands matching tone. Flesh responded, though voice did not. "I want to make certain that it will perform under duress."
Nooj kept silent, went back to his previously failed tactic of not looking at Rin.
Rin took full advantage. Curiosity had never done this particular cat wrong. He found no further uncomfortable positions when the leg was adjusted or shifted in any of it's considerable directions. Satisfied, he let Nooj escape, emerging from his workshop only moments later. His assistant flashed him a thumbs-up as Rin slid his goggles back up under his bangs. He felt decidedly like a cat who had been in a forbidden garden and come in tracking soil on the carpet without getting in trouble. He accomplished this, as most things, through sheer force of personality.
The Youth League decided to relocate without further delay. Smugly, Rin noticed a sudden and complete absence of discomfort in Nooj's stride.
rabbitprint. FFX and FFX-2 have been covered so many times by other, more competant authors that I felt no need to visit that world. I suspect a lot of this has to do with my deep wish for something nasty to happen to Nooj anyway. I also discovered I am physically incapable of writing him in a sexual situation.Moral of this story: Never trust Rin when he says 'Come in back.' He means it.
Fandom: FFX-2
Theme: Mischief
Rating: R
Rin did not invent things. His Al Bhed blood did not relent when it came to tinkering, but he found he was far better at improving existing design than creating his own. He often found his mind wrapping enthusiastically around any new device presented to him, automatically pinpointing flaws and calculating ways around them. Whenever he was presented something that he could tune up or remake, his fingers twitched and his toes curled in his shoes if he was forced to resist for propriety's sake.
When he encountered Nooj, a young leader of a young army, he noticed the awkward way the man carried himself. The tight nestle of machinery against his hip left the Al Bhed's mind full of questions and observations and improvements that could be made. He couldn't help but notice how very close the injury must have come to the man's groin. His first assessments involved how awkward the prosthetic would be during sex. The question following immediately thereafter was if the man could still even -have- sex.
His mind began to array pistons and springs, and he had to shake it off. He let it work on improvements for the man's leg instead, watching the way he hobbled and occasionally winced. The metal must have pinched him on occasion, and Rin considered how that could be avoided too, all the while allowing his gaze to fixate on this stranger's groin. One of his assistants went far enough to nudge him in the shoulder and tell him to go after what he wanted.
He could only answer this with a wicked grin - he knew, certainly, what he wanted. He suspected it was different from what everyone else guessed. Even Nooj himself began to skirt around him, especially when Rin approached him with a discounted stay at his establishment.
"Surely you will need all your funds to get your Youth League off of the ground," Rin smiled, watching Nooj's gaze turn cold at the warm sentiment he was presented. The man did not trust Rin. Rin wouldn't trust himself either, in this situation.
"I'm told never to trust an Al Bhed's charity." Nooj said sullenly, keeping his eyes away from Rin's.
"Who would tell you such a thing!" Rin let joviality over-run the rudeness of Nooj's comment. After all, he suspected if he'd had his privates bitten off by some sort of horrible sinspawn, he would also be a bit grumpy.
"Most people with common sense realize that you're out for a profit." Nooj said, his gaze still averted sidelong. The deathseeker picked up his coffee - bitter and black, Rin surmised from it's lack of cream color - in order to avoid looking at Rin even longer. As if the Al Bhed would fade from view if he simply was out of sight.
"Ah!" Rin exclaimed. "Indeed, but it cannot be said that it is -all- that I am out for." He let the words sit, rest on Nooj's mind while the other tried his hardest to banish such thoughts.
Before Nooj could answer skeptically, Rin amended. "I do have a proposition."
The other man looked shocked, he kept suddenly quiet. It was the last thing he apparently wanted to hear, and Nooj was gathering himself to decline, flat out and undeniably before it got anywhere he didn't want it to go. Al Bhed were notorious for talking others into situations they would rather avoid.
"I want to fix your leg." Rin cut off possible protest, rushing on with a smile and an easy tone that would not be denied. "I have noticed a few things that I could, perhaps, improve. That is all."
"You want to do this for free." Nooj, the picture of disbelief.
"Yes."
"Without any reimbursement."
"I was not considering any sort of tangible repayment, no." Rin worded carefully. Nooj noticed, but seemed to want what the Al Bhed was offering. The leg -did- pinch, and moved awkwardly at best - if Rin could even improve it marginally, it would mean volumes in comfort for Nooj. The Al Bhed did not let Nooj consider it long enough to start imagining downsides to the idea. "It must be Al Bhed in design anyway."
Nooj made a noise of assent, looking broodily uncertain of the whole situation.
"Come in back." The blonde smiled again, straightening from where he had bent to speak levelly with the seated Youth League leader. "I have a workshop."
Nooj got himself up, uncertain and unsteady. He did not take Rin's tanned fingers when he was offered a hand up, instead he seized the cane that helped him hobble here and there. Eventually it would take him to the front most lines of battle. Rin imagined that he would drag up some dignity then, just in time to feed the rest of himself to wayward sinspawn.
Who could blame Rin for getting what he could out of the Youth League leader while he still could?
The workshop - if one could call the area anything more than a table and a vast assortment of specialized tools and half disassembled machinery that much - was close and cluttered. It had places for everything, but very little was in it's intended place. He pushed tools to either side of the workbench, indicating that Nooj should sit down.
When he was about to sit, Rin stopped him quickly, as if in afterthought. "Your outfit - I would not normally suggest this, but it will have to come off. It appears to be all one piece...?"
Nooj looked skeptical, looking at Rin full on over the rims of his glasses at last. The Al Bhed tried his best to keep a serious expression, devoid of lewd smiles or suggestive quirks of his eyebrows. He was only partially successful. He dropped his goggles over his eyes to hide their mischievous glint. At least he would know exactly how much of Nooj was missing, whatever else he accomplished.
Sighing, Nooj began to unbuckle the brace that bore most of his weight. Rin looked away respectfully, organizing some of his tools and pushing aside a half repaired weapon. He finished long before Nooj did, but kept fiddling until the man seemed more composed.
The brace made things look far worse than they were, Rin assessed. Machina attached at the natural joint of the hip, socketed in snugly against skin. But nothing else - that Rin could see, Nooj had kept his undergarments on, Resisting a pout, Rin turned his expression studiously professional.
It was all he could do not to smirk. In fact, he felt his lips turning down into rather a concentrated scowl with the effort. It amused him more, and he had to take a moment to remind himself that there really was work at hand, with Nooj pouting at him in such an uncertain way.
"Here's where it's sticking." Rin reached out, and Nooj flinched as he put his hands intimately on the connection of hip and metal - it was raw and pinched in the area. Rin ignored the scowling discomfort aimed in his direction, and hooked his workshop stool with one foot to pull it closer. He sat down, situated unashamedly between Nooj's legs.
The other man immediately began looking the other way, Rin scooted just far enough to one side to knock the man's cane out of reach. Watching it roll away hopelessly, Nooj did not have a chance to protest. Rin did not appear to be anything but a dedicated and clinical repairman. At first.
"All I have to do is adjust where the strap connects..." He said, leaning in intimately. Nooj didn't squirm - much to his credit. The adjustments were far easier than Rin played them to be. He worked his fingers into interesting places, and fully explored the mechanical and not so mechanical workings of the leg, more than once noting the sudden slide of Nooj's eyes in his direction.
He worked his way down, fixing some of the swings in the knee to allow it more give. The foot was rudimentary - the ankle joint pivoted, but did not rotate. Rin gave it the flexibility of a real ankle. Gradually, as he behaved himself, Nooj relaxed. Smirking to himself, Rin scrubbed his hands free of grease on his trousers.
"Alright." He said, leaning back just a small amount. More, he sat up, but his stool remained firmly planted between Nooj's knees. "Stand up, and see if it still pinches, please?"
Rin was eyed skeptically. Nooj standing up would put them in a proximity that the man seemed about as ready to enter as perhaps a room full of enraged bees. Behind his goggles, Rin arched his brows expectantly. Nooj pushed himself off the table on capable arms.
As he landed, he braced, ready for what was probably a usual pinch of metal on flesh. When none came, he seemed surprised. "That -is- better." He still sounded suspicious. Rin, from somewhere directly in front of his groin and still seated, smiled up at him.
This was apparently unsettling enough so that Nooj quickly began to move away. The sudden motion gave rise to a pained gasp, and the slightest of stumbles. He would have been fine. Rin caught him anyway.
"Whoops!" The Al Bhed's acting was wearing awfully thin. He pushed Nooj back into the table, leaving him leaning and off-balance for just long enough to get his crafty fingers back into a very confidential crevice. Nooj made a noise of protest, but Rin held up his free-hand to silence him. Somehow, it worked. He wondered if it was shock or outrage.
He made a tiny adjustment with his fingers, the back of his hand brushing against and confirming to himself that Nooj really didn't have much of a reason to be grumpy. In fact, his privates seemed to be in healthy enough order. He leaned in closer, turning his head, his ear scant centimeters from touching. Fiddled. Nooj's reactions were nothing short of priceless, though Rin did his best to pretend he didn't notice.
"Does it pinch now?" He said, fingers still wedged in.
"No." Nooj rasped out uncomfortably. "It's fine. It's done."
"Excellent." Rin looked up at him, begoggled and coy. He made a tiny adjustment by touch, then slid his fingers out of the metal and onto flesh. "How does this feel?"
"Decidedly uncomfortable." Nooj was unbalanced, but not yet incapable of protest.
"Be patient and I am certain your mind will change." Rin coaxed, hands matching tone. Flesh responded, though voice did not. "I want to make certain that it will perform under duress."
Nooj kept silent, went back to his previously failed tactic of not looking at Rin.
Rin took full advantage. Curiosity had never done this particular cat wrong. He found no further uncomfortable positions when the leg was adjusted or shifted in any of it's considerable directions. Satisfied, he let Nooj escape, emerging from his workshop only moments later. His assistant flashed him a thumbs-up as Rin slid his goggles back up under his bangs. He felt decidedly like a cat who had been in a forbidden garden and come in tracking soil on the carpet without getting in trouble. He accomplished this, as most things, through sheer force of personality.
The Youth League decided to relocate without further delay. Smugly, Rin noticed a sudden and complete absence of discomfort in Nooj's stride.
