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Who: Balthier and Basch
What: Soothing a damaged heart
Where: The Sandsea then Basch's place, Rabanastre
When: Early evening onwards
Rating: NC-17


The Captain had been spending a lot of time doing hunts from the noticeboard. Really, he could only do the ones nearby as he honestly didn't feel like wasting his hard earned gil on airship fares to get to other hunts. Yet, anything in the area of Dalmasca was more than enough for him. Hunts were plentiful in Dalmasca. Yet, this present evening, he was sat outside the Sandsea with a bottle of ale and a young girl keeping him company. Basch really wasn't running short of attractive young women who wanted the chance to sleep with the thirty eight year old Captain. Yet, Basch was beginning to find it oddly tiring to go through the process of wooing a woman for the evening. Sometimes he wished they were more like men. Get them drunk and they're anybody's. So, swigging his drink, he listened to the pretty, dark haired girl ramble away in her thick Rabanastran accent, just about keeping himself slightly interested.

The pirate had been flying for a while, out on his own, on the hoverbike. He felt quite listless and almost as if there was nothing for him to do these days that made him happy. Of course he adored being with Fran and Krja, and having Squall aboard the Strahl was more than delightful, but his lack of adventures had began to weigh on him. Really, he was starting to feel the urge to spread his wings and nothing had come of it yet, which meant he was more than itching to peck at someone. Mayhap being cast to the skies by his prince had stung far deeper than the first time and after reuniting with him, it'd left him feeling a fool. A child. As he settled the bike back in the cargo bay of the Strahl, without a word to anyone, which had become the norm these days, he headed off from the Aerodrome to find himself a drink and perhaps a game of cards to win. Striding along, he caught sight of the Captain and his drinking partner, though he also noted Basch's vacant expression. Ordering an Archadian Slammer from the barmaid outside, he pulled a chair from a nearby table and seated himself between Basch and the woman, resting an elbow on the table and his chin on his hand. "Why, hello there, my dear Captain. Who is your lovely friend?"

With a rather relieved expression, the older Hume smiled at the young pirate, chuckling slightly. "This is Esme. She is a Dalmascan dancer, of the finest quality, of course," he murmured, drinking from his bottle a moment later. He was quite glad Balthier had not come over just to punch him in the face like last time, but he was half expecting it at some point. Really, the young Archadian was prone to moments of spontinaity and violence at that. Yet, within moments, that young girl had been ushered away by the younger man, having been asked to give the pretty pirate a moment alone with himself. "Nhh... I thank you. The girl was attractive but about as intelligent as a sotted Seeq."

Balthier laughed and rested back in his chair, watching the blonde captain, his eyes set on the man with a kindness, rather than a hard or cold gaze. "You are welcome, yet it is not without price. Buy my drinks for this evening, as you would have with her, and we shall call it even, hm?" The Archadian winked at the ex-Landisian Captain, a smile settling on his own pretty lips. He really was fond of Basch. Perhaps less fond of him after his escapade with Fran, but he was always going to adore him just that little bit for being a strong, tall, powerful man with a good heart. And one damn good body...

A chuckle came and Basch nodded once. "It is done," he murmured, paying the barmaid as she brought Balthier's first drink of the night. And it was at that moment that he realised just how expensive this evening could get. Balthier was a heavy drinker when he got started and, if he really did get started, he could certainly burn a large hole in Basch's gil pouch. Smiling lightly at the young man, he sipped his own drink. "Hmm... I wonder why your fist has yet to find my face this time," he muttered.

Oddly enough, Balthier didn't laugh at the Captain's mutters, instead he set his gaze on the pale liquid in his glass. "I shan't apologise for that, I assume you realise. I had every right to kill you for it, Captain. Be glad I did not." His voice was quiet still and then, as he sipped his drink, he managed to give the older man a smile. "Let us drop that subject, hm? You and I have been friends for years; throwing it away by repeatedly bringing up a point in the past shall simply drive a wedge between us. I believe I've enough wedges between myself and those I hold dear. I care not for another."

With a nod, Basch smiled at Balthier, reaching a hand to pet his fingers through that sandy, soft hair. He never really decided upon the colour of the pirate's hair. Sometimes it looked so very dark, almost chocolate brown, but other times it looked a gentle blonde. Just as his eyes were like swirling storms of colour, changing from green to blue, brown to silver, all in one day. Honestly, the younger Hume intrigued him to no end, and in times passed he'd often found himself wondering just upon the pirate's adrogynous state. Balthier was prettier than most women, yet stronger than most men and it irked him when he just couldn't decide upon the pirate's state of being. "I shall not aid to drive a wedge between us, Balthier. It has been nigh two years, almost three since we have been this close. We should put it behind us and remain friends, hm?"

Gods, how could one man's hand make him shiver so much?! With a tremble all but hissing down his spine, Balthier smiled at the older Hume. "I think that is a most wonderful idea," he cooed, smiling lightly as he sipped his drink. And then he realised. He was blushing! Gods, was he a child all of a sudden? Or a girl? Really... He shook his head slightly and Balthier took another, larger sip of his drink. "Now, what, prey tell, have you been doing with yourself, Captain?"

Basch smiled at Balthier. Of course he saw that blush. It was so obvious against that soft skin. Gods, that skin was soft. He'd spent more than enough time naked with him and Vaan while bathing in springs and streams and lakes for him to know how soft that skin was. His fingers knew every contour of the pirate's back as, no doubt, Balthier's fingers knew Vaan's back and Vaan knew his. "Hm? Oh, hunts mostly. Aside from that, helping rebuild the damage to the city." He shook his head slightly, drinking more. "I've found my own place to live, now I no longer serve Queen nor Emperor. I thought it better than living the rest of my days at this inn."

"I can think of worse places to live than here, my dear," he muttered, downing the rest of his drink and banging his glass against the table. "What say we split the cost of a bottle of Serpantwyne and you show me your new home, hm?" He tilted his head before shifting to stand, his jaw tightly clenched. He settled a hand on his waist and offered the other to Basch, soon wiggling his ringed fingers. "Come on, your half," he demanded, in the most playful way imaginable.

His gil pouch was swiftly removed and he shifted from his seat, smiling at the young pirate. "Ah, the deal was that I buy your drinks, pirate. I shall not hear of you paying one gil," he murmured, his eyes fixed on Balthier's. As he passed the young Hume, his hand brushed his waist and got a feel for those Godly hips. It confused him to no end. He was straight. Yet, Balthier seemed to make the straightest of men contemplate something out of their ordinary. Disappearing inside the Sandsea, he was gone all of five minutes before he'd returned with three bottles. One filled with Serpantwyne, another filled with Archadian whiskey. He'd also bought the mixer for making the whiskey into a Slammer. "This way," he murmured in the pirate's ear, walking along the street.

That hand over his waist and hips had made his blush darken, of course it did, but he managed to simply smile at the Captain as he vanished into the inn. Leaning against the table, he pondered his fairly recent heart trauma. Honestly, he had been hit far too hard by it. It had been a few days since he'd been to Kerwon and had his time with Al-Cid, yet he still felt rather lost. He had done since he'd heard the prince had married. He hadn't even bothered to go and check out the wedding. Probably because he knew it'd hurt too much. Besides, he had no idea of how to get around Kerwon. Heck, he just hated the fact that Rozarria no longer held even the slightest welcome for him. And he so adored that country. It was beautiful, almost perfect even. Yet, it did not welcome his kind. As Basch returned, he was pulled from his musings and a smile came to his lips as he followed after him, taking the bottle of whiskey and swigging it before handing it back.

It was a short walk to his new home and, within moments, he had Balthier in his house. It was a small bungalow type building with but three rooms. A bedroom, a bathroom and a living room with a kitchenette. Setting the bottles on a little table, he lit a few candles around the walls and moved to light the fire. Pausing, he remembered he wasn't alone and looked over to Balthier. "Please, make yourself much at home. It is small but it is comfortable."

The pirate took the Captain's words and kicked off his boots, sitting on the wolf-skin rug in front of the fire. He reached a hand out, brushing Basch's hair back from his eyes with a soft smile. "It is growing long again..." he murmured, soon taking the bottles from the small table and take several large gulps of the Serpantwyne, soon lazing back on the rug. He was feeling melancholy and wanted to drink until he was blind or dead. Whichever came first. "Basch... get me drunk, alright? Ask not the reasons, but aid me, hm?"

It was an odd request but Basch nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to the pirate's temple. The hours whiled away with drink and laughter, though it seemed that sexual tension was running high. Gentle caresses and soft compliments, words of affection and welcoming glances were shared between the two men, almost as though they'd been lovers for years. Nearing late evening, Basch found himself with his eyes on the beautiful young pirate, his hand cupping his face as the younger Hume spoke of heartache.

"I just simply do not understand why I am so. I love Fran, I truly do... yet she treats me as nothing but a child. A burden for her to complain to Squall about. Ah, yes, Squall. I do so adore him, yet I know where his heart lies... and I am so afraid I shall lose him when he finds where he should wish to be." Balthier laughed weakly. "Then, of course, Al-Cid. You remember I spoke of him in a personal menner when we met him two years ago? Hn... I am afraid I shan't ever get over... him..." he murmured, his gaze finding Basch's. Really, his heart was pounding and his head was clouded with alcohol and he could barely concentrate on anything anymore. "You've such a gentle touch, Captain... it sooths a wounded heart," he cooed, nuzzling his nose against Basch's palm with the slightest, softest laugh. His face was flushed and a frown came to his brow. "I suppose I seek the affection of a strong, older man to fill the void..." he murmured.

Suddenly, his face was a mere inch from Balthier's and he was leaning in close to him. "Then, if just for the moment, allow me to fill that void." And then he kissed him. Square on the lips, right there, and damn hard as he did. Maybe it was just the alcohol but he swore Balthier's lips just tasted like sex. Gods, and incredible sex at that. With wyne and whiskey as fuel, he edged further, his tongue prying open the seam of the pirate's sweet lips and dipping inside, tasting how damn delightful his mouth was. Truly, he was so delicious he just knew it was a sin to enjoy it.

Basch's words had startled him and then, somehow, a tongue was exploring his mouth. A tongue full of years worth of experience. Gods, the Captain could kiss!! A hand clad in rings found its way to golden hair and Balthier made a gentle moan into the kiss, his tongue struggling to keep up with the slightly less inhebriated Captain's. With a gasp, he broke their kiss and looked into the shimmering eyes that reflected the fire behind him. "...Basch..." he breathed, soon going right back for another glorious kiss.

The Captain could hardly believe his own actions as arms slid around the younger man, soon raising him from the floor and carrying him towards the bedroom, never once breaking their kiss. Laying the pirate against the cold white sheets of his bed, Basch's hands wasted little time in unfastening the man's shirt, his lips becoming desperate as he kissed down tanned flesh, biting at it, licking, sucking, tasting as much of the erotic pirate as he could, his fingers brushing every contour of those toned abs. Dear Gods, his body was incredible. So hot... so, so hot...

With swiftness, his fingers had Basch's shirt open and his moans came without shame or restraint as he felt that tongue and those lips, those teeth, teasing all over his body. With heated desire, Balthier freed himself from his pants, beginning to work his fingers on Basch's. The stubble on his chin, if he closed his eyes, almost felt like Al-Cid's, yet the pirate knew Basch was not a man he was in love with. He loved Basch, certainly, but not that way. He did, however, want to be thoroughly fucked by him, so, sucking two of his own fingers, he slipped them down and inside himself, his free hand finding and pumping the Knight's length. "Gods..."

Gods... could one man be more erotic?! With the way he so shamelessly fingered himself and how he so eagerly touched the prick that would soon be pounding into him, Basch could barely resist Balthier. His cock twitched eagerly and, within moments he'd pulled Balthier's hand away and thrust his length into that sweet body. Restraining himself from letting go and simply fucking him raw, Basch pressed his lips to Balthier's, tasting the lust on his lips. "Are you alright?"

A slight nod and a moan were what came from him. He hadn't expected the captain to simply thrust it in, which left him quite breathless and aching, but a smile came and he drew Basch down for another kiss, threading his fingers through that coarse blonde hair. It was such an odd picture in his mind. He usually took his time with sex. Yet, his arms remained in his shirt, as did Basch's and the captain even retained his pants, though they rode exceedingly low. His mind swam in alcohol and fears, yet Balthier maintained a smile. As always. "Basch... do what you will. Use me until I am exhausted and have not the energy to think nor dream."

With a single, silent nod as a promise, the Captain began to rock his hips with a lot more care than he had when putting it in. His hands felt the skin of the pirate and soon decided upon places to rest. With an arm curling under Balthier's lower back, the other hand curled to cup the back of the younger Hume's head, his tongue and teeth making a meal of that graceful Archadian neck. With gradual movements, his pace began to pick up and Basch found his heart pounding harder at every thrust. Really, that tight, dry heat was enough to make anyone fall in love but the very fact that he was inside the Sky Pirate Balthier, fucking him with an intense lust, made it damn difficult not to get carried away and fall for him.

Each and every thrust that handsome Captain made had him moaning and gasping with sweet abandon as, for the moment, he was free. No fears, no worries, no pain. Just him and the Knight making desperate, passionate love to him. Balthier couldn't help but feel the seriousness, the weight, the heavy atmosphere that just made his heart ache. Basch was always so serious, in bed as well, it seemed and it let a gentle laugh bubble from his throat at how constant and steady this man's personality was. Gods, this was the type of person he should've wound up with. Al-Cid was equally egotistical as himself, perhaps more. Squall was reliable but emotionally unstable under the surface. Fran was a swap-and-change. Sometimes she was so very quiet, others she was volatile. With those thoughts passing, a single tear escaped and he squeezed his eyes shut, slipping his hands beneath the back of Basch's shirt, dragging his fingers down his flesh as he moved with each sweet thrust.

The older man's hand squeezed Balthier's side affectionately, reassuringly, as he caught that tear with a kiss. The other arm slipped under the young pirate's shoulders as soft grunts and groans of pleasure spilled from his lips, his eyes soon settling on the face of the beautifully shattered boy beneath him. The fingers clawing at his skin felt like soft kisses in the heat of their embrace; his hips felt like they were on fire, melting against the younger Hume, leaving them as one soul, their spirits and bodies entwined for a fleeting moment in a vast history.

Basch's arms felt strong around him, they felt safe. He felt his safest in a very long time and, with slight reluctance, his tempest eyes opened to find Basch's own looking right back. Gods, he could've disappeared in that sweet gaze. His flesh burned and his graceful body curved as beads of sweat glistened all over his skin. With a gentle laugh, through a haze of euphoric moans, his lips found the Captain's and a tender kiss was shared. Truly, his whole heart ached, but he smiled up at Basch through his sounds of ecstasy, his half-lidded eyes refusing to break the gaze of the older man.

His body ached so delightfully and as they whiled away more and more time in each other's steady rhythm. Something nipped at the back of his mind that there was certainly a set of deep rooted emotions that needed exposing within the Archadian but the Knight knew better than to provoke a frightened animal. Thus, he showed him sweetness with each desperate thrust into his tight, beautiful body. His gaze remained locked on Balthier's though the hand around his waist escaped and found something new to toy with. A rock solid, precome glistening dick twitching and weeping against Balthier's stomach. Each digit curled around it as his thumb played at the head.

"Aaaghhn~!" His spine curved as that calloused hand began toying with his cock, and as he arched, the Captain's prick found his sweet spot, causing several trembling moans to spill forth. "There-- Oh Gods, Basch... there! Yes!!" His eyes snapped shut as his ankles linked behind the bigger man, his hips rocking and writhing into that sinful pleasure. His fingers pressed flat to Basch's broad back as he panted and wriggled, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the old Rabanastran building.

Thrusting mercilessly into that very place Balthier had deemed perfect, Basch's hand pumped harder at the pirate's prick. The screams and moans from the slimmer Hume had him hardening inside. He wasn't a vocal bedmate, himself, but the way Balthier moaned and gasped, the way he cried his name, it was beyond unbelievable. The frantic desperation each man found began to drag at them, and Basch thrust harder, his eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure began to overwhelm him.

Yet, Balthier was soon utterly overwhelmed by it all, his breath hitching in his throat as he moaned, his fingers twitching into claws as he raked at Basch's strong back. "F-fuck... Basch, oh Gods... Basch!!!" And with the scream of the man's name, his climax exploded over him like a burst of chilling air, sending a desperately intense shudder down his spine, to his hips. His semen spilled over the Knight's hand and his own stomach, leaving him spent and exhausted beneath the Captain, though he continued rocking his hips, determined to bring Basch over that edge, too.

His orgasm followed almost seconds after Balthier's. The way he tightened, clenched around him, through his peak had Basch moaning so desperately his throat stung with the bittersweetness of it. Releasing inside Balthier, the Captain groaned with a lust he'd never felt before. The lust for a man. Once he was spent and done, Basch carefully slid from inside Balthier, removing that arm under the pirate's shoulders and propping his head up as he settled on his side next to the younger Hume. His come slicked fingers caressed equally moistened abs, teasing at the navel bar that shimmered in the candlelight.

Balthier smiled weakly, his eyes lingering closed as Basch continued to toy with him. Without blinking an eye open, the younger man cupped the face of the Captain, stroking his lips with his thumb before that hand slipped back into golden locks and drew the Knight into a kiss. It was sweet and languid, gentle without any weight, and then it ended with a soft laugh from the beautiful pirate. "How was your first time with a man, dear Captain?"

A reddish colour painted his face once their kiss ended and those words were uttered but Basch held a smile as he resettled his head on his hand, gazing down at Balthier. "Hn, it was... incredible. Most sinful and glorious." He knew it shouldn't have happened but, with the amount of alcohol imbibed, he wasn't about to usher the pretty pirate from his bed. "Balthier... I must press a matter. What ails you so?"

"Ah-ah-ah, Captain. I shan't be answering that. I spoke of enough throughout our evening." A smile settled on his lips as he blinked up at Basch, though a moment later, he squirmed onto his side, tucking his face against Basch's neck, draping a lazy arm over his side. Avoidance was best when his emotions were questioned after sex. He was always so easily led when he'd been thoroughly fucked and brought to his most vulnerable state. A gentle sigh escaped and, not a moment later, the sleepless pirate finally found slumber.

With a gentle sigh he slid the blanket up over them, at least to their waists, knowing it best to let the young boy sleep with a warm body to cling to, rather than for him to slip from the pirate's grasp to tend himself. Basch pet his fingers through bronze, sand coloured hair, watching the younger man for a moment before he settled down with him, his head laid on his own arm and the other limb curled around the sky pirate, keeping him safe in his dreams.

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