Okay, murdered for this, I shall be.

I wrote this when me and Hearii were going through an EliRoy incest phase,

Warnings: Father/Son incest.

If you do not enjoy Eliwood bad-touching his son, I suggest you turn around and run. Quickly.

Roy's body shook along with his lengthy, unsure sigh, throat growing parched and dry.

With his puerile hands placed on one of the fluffed, deep red pillows, his mind wandered from where he was and onto what he was doing it for. This was wrong – so very, very wrong – but he couldn't stop returning for more.

His menial time to ponder ran dry as quickly as it had begun as the chamber's door was creaked open, receiving a smooth curse at its abhorred noise from the room's true suitor. His echoing footsteps drew Roy from his philosophical dreams, vacant eyes glimmering once more and gazing at the divider separating his form from that of the door and, of course, desired figure.

Such thoughts of the initial reaction he'd stir caused his breath to hitch in an audible gasp. The noise was not made from realization or even surprise, but shameless arousal. Even only his father's suave, seductive voice could stir his mind to think and act on the boundaries of incest, no matter how wrong or hurtful it was to himself and Lilina.

Please, walk around that corner, fresh from a shower in only a towel and claim me.

Casual taps against the wooden floors came to many sudden halts in succession, giving the young Lord the impression of his maker causally strolling around, stretching his taut muscles in front of the grand window or running a finger over the fine blade of his sword.

Pad, pad, pad.

Further and further, his mind coaxed the elder to come closer, to pass the wall separating them and spot his nude form, sparking the need he craved to see. The hungry, awaiting need he would readily envelope in either end of his body.

His pert bottom clenched in anticipation as the stepping grew closer, the elder's silhouetted shadow becoming visible through the wall's open portion. One thing could be told from the shower: He was wearing a lot less clothes than previous.

Roy's arms hugged the pillow in his grip tighter, eyes glazing over with pure, naked innocence as his father walked around the wall divide, hoping to gain access to his bed for a peaceful night's sleep.
No such luck.

The initial atmosphere subdued from chaste innocence to heated seduction in an instant, Eliwood's humming lips parting to form a charming smile towards the figure invading his space.

"Roy." He addressed in a low, seductive tone, despite the fact he had guessed he wouldn't need it. "Do I need to guess why you are on my bed like a poor, lost puppy?"

A shake of red was given, his lithe body releasing the plush pillow and kneeling up, crawling to the edge of the bed. In an almost matching voice, he replied; "Looking for my daddy to take care of me…"

A hand was reached forward between them, stroking a determined line along the broadside of the younger's tanned thigh.

"I'll always be there to take care of you, little one."

The elder's fingers proceeded to tease him, fingers running delicately back up the inside of one leg only to stop in the V of his thighs. Small, sensitive touches graced Roy's standing length, small gasps escaping the boy's mouth.

"D-Daddy..."

He was silenced by a single finger, glazed eyes focusing upon that of his sculpted father's.

"Well, it looks like Daddy will have to teach his son a lesson, hm?"

What would Lyn say? *tuts*