The Devil's Wine Part 1 By Jasmin73

The Devil's Wine
By: jasmin73
Rating: NC21 / Rape

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Disclaimer: The author and this story is in no way affiliated with the Final Fantasy series or its developer Square Electronics. This story was made purely for fun and writing practice.

Author’s Note: This is not yaoi.

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PART ONE

Baralai looked up as his friend kicked at the hump of sand in front of him, and mumbled to himself, obviously irate about something.

“Hey Gippal, you okay?”

The blonde man just ran a greasy hand through his already spiky hair, and waved dismissively at him. Then he turned back swiftly.

“It’s just women!” he shouted. “Why can’t a single one of them make any sense?!” So angry, he didn’t realize he was trying to bend the metal ratchet he still held in his hands. His leanly muscled, golden tanned arms bulged as he twisted and turned the tool. His handsome face scrunched into a look of utter frustration.

Baralai grinned knowingly, as he began to wipe his equally greasy hands on a rag. “Nhadala again? You two are always breaking up just to get to the making up.”

“We’re finally through! She left me for some big, hulking prospector type!” shouted Gippal, waving the ratchet in the air. “She said I’m too possessive, I’m too intense for her! We’ve been dating for two years! When the hell did I become too intense for her?”

“You? Intense? You’re the most laid-back guy I know.”

“I know!”

“You’re always goofing off, and you never take anything seriously.”

“I know!” shouted Gippal, pointing the ratchet at Baralai.

“EXCEPT… when it comes to women.” Added Baralai, making Gippal frown even more.

“I told ya to stop holding on so tight, man. Women like Nhadala don’t like having their freedom hampered.” Baralai’s eyes took on a faraway look. “Just like Paine.”

“And Yuna now.” Added on Gippal, a speculative look on his face, but then he shook his head as if dismissing the thought. “Before she was all meek and timid and totally dependent, but now, she’s so strong. Tidus seems to like it, and the two make me sick whenever I’m around them. The way they can’t keep their eyes and hands off of each other.”

“That’s different. They’re in love.”

Gippal snorted derisively. “Love! I’m not ready for love. I just want a woman I can have whenever I want, whether she’s in the mood or not.”

Baralai seemed to be considering Gippal’s words, but then dismissed it hastily, not really liking the direction his thoughts were taking.

“You’re talking crazy now.”

“Why is that crazy?” asked Gippal, clearly confused.

“Because you’re talking rape!” shouted Baralai, as he turned back to working on their downed glider.

Gippal blinked, then smiled slightly, the forbidden word lodging in his thoughts.

-No! What are you thinking?!-

But even as he said this to himself, his mind raced with graphic scenes, and he felt himself hardening in response.

Putting the thought to the back of his mind for now, Gippal headed for the cargo well at the back of the small 2 person glider. “I’m thirsty.” He announced, as he punched in the access code, and waited for the cooled compartment to fully open.

Baralai’s head popped up to look over the roof at Gippal, his handsome bronzed face, offset by his platinum silver hair. “Hey, are you nuts? That stuff is pure and undiluted! I’ve heard it’s the strongest ever made.”

“The better to forget, said the big, bad wolf.” quipped Gippal glancing up at Baralai, as he fumbled around in the compartment for a thermos, finding one he pulled it out, not bothering to read the label, just eager to get drunk.

“You’ll pay tomorrow.” Sing-songed Baralai.

“I don’t care.” Muttered Gippal, as he worked off the cork and brought the cool drink to his mouth. After one long swallow though, he pulled back and began wheezing and coughing as the alcohol seemed to burn its way straight through to his innards.

Baralai came around to the back of the glider, and snatched the thermos out of Gippal’s hand. “Wimp.” He said, playfully, as he took a long swig, and then began coughing and wheezing too.

Between wheezes Gippal laughed at him, as he sat down in the shade provided by the glider and held out his hand for the thermos. Baralai dropped to the sand next to him, as he handed the thermos back.

Evening shadows were starting to lengthen when the sound of a second glider came to them. They both got unsteadily to their feet, the drink already making them fuzzy, and the still half-full thermos forgotten behind them.

“We’re shaved… I mean, saved!” slurred Baralai, as he staggered to and fro, waving his arms in the general direction the sound was coming from. He collided with Gippal and they both dropped to their knees, just as the new glider pulled up in front of them.

“Hey guys! Heard from Nhadala that you were overdue to return so I decided to come check up on ya!” cried Rikku brightly, as she rose from her seat and prepared to climb out of the glider, one foot already on the edge, when she stopped and stared down at the two guys on the ground.

“What’s wrong with you guys? You haven’t been out here THAT long!” and then she spotted the half empty bottle behind them, and her eyes nearly bugged out of her skull. “What have you done!” she cried, horrified.

With one leg hiked up, and the guys kneeling before her, Rikku was unaware that their eyes had found and fixated on the white scrap of a panty that was molded by her sweat, to the lips of her pussy. Both men’s cocks hardened quickly and painfully, as their minds filled with raging lust.

“Please tell me you guys didn’t drink that straight from the bottle! That new wine is so popular because a potent aphrodisiac is one of the ingredients. But it has to be diluted…” Rikku’s words died, as she finally noticed their heated and hungering eyes, and she couldn’t fail to notice the rock hard erections at the apex of their strong thighs.

“Oh god!” she cried, whirling, she dove for the passenger seat of her glider. But she was already too late.

She screamed as Baralai plucked her out of the seat, effortlessly lifting and tossing her to Gippal.

Gippal threw her to the sandy ground, and sat atop her midsection. Ignoring her screams and pleas, as he began ripping her top off. He snarled as Baralai joined him, by ripping off her short skirt and panties with one savage pull.

“Mine!” shouted Gippal, reduced to single word sentences.

Baralai glare back at Gippal, and he bared his teeth in a feral snarl. “Ours!”

Finally, Gippal nodded, and completed ripping off Rikku’s shirt, mindless of the punches and scratches she was landing on him as she screamed and fought furiously.

“Hot!” Gippal growled, noticing the uncomfortable heat of the sand beneath them. Baralai looked at Rikku’s glider, which was just like theirs sans a cargo in the see through compartment in the back, then nodded at Gippal.

Rising, he went to punch in the standard code, having to stop and think hard to remember it - the compartment opened. The space was adequate for 10 people, the air nicely cooled, but not chilled like theirs. He turned, as Gippal walked up with a screaming and struggling Rikku, now completely divested of all her clothing, even her shoes.

He pulled her roughly from Gippal’s shoulders and threw her carelessly into the compartment. Crying out in pain, Rikku tumbled towards the front of the cab and hit the metal wall with a resounding crash, stunned, she fell onto her back, moaning softly in fear and pain.

The two men laughed gutturally as they followed her in, closing the door behind them.

TO BE CONTINUED…