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FFIV & FFX-2: Nice Boots
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV & Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: Gippal/Edge
Warnings: Crossover, crack
Rating: PG13
Summary: Gippal and Edge meet in a bar.
"Nice boots. Wanna fuck?"
Edge looked up to meet the eyes, well, eye, of a man who wore an eyepatch and a grin that looked just about to split his face. "I don't do men."
"Me neither, it just sounded like a good line." The guy plopped onto the stool next to him, like he'd been invited, as if he was welcome. Edge grudgingly admitted that he'd done much the same thing before and ignored it. "Name's Gippal."
"Edge." He eyed the guy for a moment, decided he was alright, then leaned back a little on his stool, looking around the room, thanking his lucky stars he was very, very far from Gramps. "You're buying drinks."
"Really now?"
Gippal's easy grin made him swallow a last gulp of his drink and look away, searching the pub for any sign of a girl. He told Gippal what to get him and tried to relax while the guy went and got him it. Unfortunately, something about Gippal did odd things to his insides. He was pretty sure his intestines had rearranged themselves several times within five minutes.
"So what do you do?"
He frowns at Gippal at the question, taking the drink and leaning back against the wall. "What do you mean? Don't you..."
"No, I have no idea who you are." He shrugged. "I'm new here."
"Me too. I'm..." Edge huffed, blowing a bit of fluttering hair up. "Never mind. What do you do?"
"Mess around with machines, mostly. Play in the sand in the desert, too. And," and he winked, as if it was all a private joke between the two of them, "chat up strange guys in bars."
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After three drinks, only one of them purchased by himself, Edge found himself telling his newfound friend about Rydia. Fairly loudly. He got some odd looks but mostly ignored them, and found himself giving Gippal some odd looks himself when he noticed his odd eye, green and swirly.
Gippal commiserated. Also loudly. He talked about a girl called Rikku ("wow, what a coincidence that their names both start with 'r'!") and how she wore very very little but also happened to be probably lesbian, since she ran around with two other girls, her brother and her brother's best friend.
How they got from there to attached to each other at the lips was anyone's guess.
----
Edge wasn't exactly sure what he was doing alone in a hotel room with Gippal, but since they both had nice boots and were moderately drunk, it didn't seem to matter very much. And Gippal would've been a good kisser if he wasn't drunk, was fairly good anyway, if a little clumsy.
The sex was fairly good too, if a little uncomfortable and tinged with the knowledge that neither of them did men. In any way, shape or form. Really.
The morning was awkward, but hangovers and ohmygodGrampsisgoingtokillme helped with the worst of it, and it was only when Edge found himself stumbling home that he realised exactly how weird that night had been.
He'd never heard of Spira, for a start.
Pairing: Gippal/Edge
Warnings: Crossover, crack
Rating: PG13
Summary: Gippal and Edge meet in a bar.
"Nice boots. Wanna fuck?"
Edge looked up to meet the eyes, well, eye, of a man who wore an eyepatch and a grin that looked just about to split his face. "I don't do men."
"Me neither, it just sounded like a good line." The guy plopped onto the stool next to him, like he'd been invited, as if he was welcome. Edge grudgingly admitted that he'd done much the same thing before and ignored it. "Name's Gippal."
"Edge." He eyed the guy for a moment, decided he was alright, then leaned back a little on his stool, looking around the room, thanking his lucky stars he was very, very far from Gramps. "You're buying drinks."
"Really now?"
Gippal's easy grin made him swallow a last gulp of his drink and look away, searching the pub for any sign of a girl. He told Gippal what to get him and tried to relax while the guy went and got him it. Unfortunately, something about Gippal did odd things to his insides. He was pretty sure his intestines had rearranged themselves several times within five minutes.
"So what do you do?"
He frowns at Gippal at the question, taking the drink and leaning back against the wall. "What do you mean? Don't you..."
"No, I have no idea who you are." He shrugged. "I'm new here."
"Me too. I'm..." Edge huffed, blowing a bit of fluttering hair up. "Never mind. What do you do?"
"Mess around with machines, mostly. Play in the sand in the desert, too. And," and he winked, as if it was all a private joke between the two of them, "chat up strange guys in bars."
After three drinks, only one of them purchased by himself, Edge found himself telling his newfound friend about Rydia. Fairly loudly. He got some odd looks but mostly ignored them, and found himself giving Gippal some odd looks himself when he noticed his odd eye, green and swirly.
Gippal commiserated. Also loudly. He talked about a girl called Rikku ("wow, what a coincidence that their names both start with 'r'!") and how she wore very very little but also happened to be probably lesbian, since she ran around with two other girls, her brother and her brother's best friend.
How they got from there to attached to each other at the lips was anyone's guess.
Edge wasn't exactly sure what he was doing alone in a hotel room with Gippal, but since they both had nice boots and were moderately drunk, it didn't seem to matter very much. And Gippal would've been a good kisser if he wasn't drunk, was fairly good anyway, if a little clumsy.
The sex was fairly good too, if a little uncomfortable and tinged with the knowledge that neither of them did men. In any way, shape or form. Really.
The morning was awkward, but hangovers and ohmygodGrampsisgoingtokillme helped with the worst of it, and it was only when Edge found himself stumbling home that he realised exactly how weird that night had been.
He'd never heard of Spira, for a start.
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