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Who: Balthier and a mysterious temptress
What: Leading a pirate to his desires
Where: The Westersand
When: Late at night
Rating: PG-13


It was dark and there was a low breeze but they were currently anchored over the Westersand, so the Strahl wasn't going anywhere currently. His eyes watched the sky as he sat in the captain's seat. Everything was worrying him these days. Krja's birthday was coming up fast, the baby would be born soon, he hadn't seen Squall in a while, Fran was so hormonal that he couldn't say or do anything without it being wrong or making her cry or get mad. Generally, he was uncomfortable in his own home and it was getting him down. Really, he knew he couldn't blame Fran, she couldn't help her hormones, but he wasn't a very patient man, so he was trying to keep out of her way.

It was probably two, maybe three in the morning. How the Strahl hovered, he could see right out to the Yensa. The way the sands shifted in that sandsea was strange, almost ghostly, but it soothed him. It was like the ocean but more dangerous. Balthier frowned, running his fingers through his hair. It wasn't styled and it was freshly washed so he looked a lot younger than he normally tried to look. Perhaps even Squall's age. Aside from the dark marks under his eyes from lack of sleep. Dressed in only an open white shirt and faded blue jeans, he shifted in his seat, sighing softly.

Watching the sand, he was sure he was seeing things when he spotted a person. A woman...? All he noticed really was the white dress that seemed to glow an eerie colour. Suddenly, a beautiful song reached him. It was solemn and sweet, desperate and perfect and it seemed to penetrate his very soul. Almost like he was entranced by the voice, he rose, heading for the exit of the Strahl. Without even getting shoes on, he slid down the chain, out into the bitter cold night of Dalmasca.

The woman, she seemed to be dancing on the air, not to far away, beckoning him near. No fiends drew near them, like she was warding them off with her silken song. His feet felt like ice on the cold sand and the wind lashed at his bare chest, whipping his shirt behind him as he walk but the woman seemed hardly even affected by the cold.

Heading into the Zertinan Caverns, he continued to follow her, untouched by even a single monster. Any traps hidden under the sand never touched him and he couldn't think about anything but wanting to follow this woman. She led him onwards, through the Caverns and out into the Nam-Yensa Sandsea. Heading up the big, metal framework, he felt his toes numbing from how cold it was but he couldn't stop. He just kept going. She led him deeper into the cold sandsea, along to a cave.

Inside, it was quite like a small home, except there were several weapons in a pile and the place reeked of sex. Still, there was a make-shift bed and mountains of fresh food piled on a table. The woman turned to face him, her hair shielding her eyes as she drew near to him.

Balthier took a step back, looking at her warily, but she opened her mouth to sing and he melted into her, allowing her to curl her slender arms around his neck, his hands settling against her sides. "Tell me what you desire," she whispered, her voice ghostly, almost as if it had no real sound of its own. He frowned a little, looking at her almost weakly. "It is him you desire, is it not?"

"It... it is... but..." he closed his eyes, turning his head away. The woman reached out, her bitter cold touch ethereal against his cheek as she drew his face near her own. "You desire her, too, but your instincts lie with men, is that not so?" She gave a soft laugh, drawing him into an embrace that felt like heaven to him. He felt free and safe and alive all in one go and he gasped slightly at the way she felt against him. "I can make every wish you have come true. I can be him, I can be her. I'm everything you've ever desired."

Balthier leaned back to look at her, reaching to brush her hair from her eyes. Suddenly, her face... her whole form changed and he saw, felt, smelt, held Squall in his arms. "S... Squall?" He couldn't have been more surprised but the form in his arms shook its head. "You may call me Dreya." The being changed form to be a fraction taller, female and blonde. She swept her curly locks from her face, looking at him with eyes of purest blue, her skin so pale it looked ghostly.

"Tell me what you desire. I can be anything you wish for." Stepping back from her, Balthier tilted his head, then she grasped his hands and guided him to sit on the bed. "Tell me, my sweet love, I shall be what you wish," she purred, smoothing her soft hand against his cheek. The pirate frowned slightly, looking up at her. "I want... Squall... for his freedom. The way he makes me feel strong and free and so... so... alive." Yet, he sighed, looking away for a moment. "But I also wish for... Fran and the safety I feel with her. She makes me feel calm and safe... I love them both..."

The woman ran her hands through her hair, letting it turn brown from the roots to the tips, straightening as she touched it. She developed considerable curves, her breasts growing and her hips becoming more pronounced. She even had fairly lengthy fingernails. Reaching to her own face, she covered it with her hands for a moment before lowering them, revealing her features to be most like Squall, except fractionally more feminine. Still, that scar was in perfect proportion. Dreya moved closer, straddling his lap as she cupped his face, smiling softly at him.

"This is what you wish for? Both of them? All their beauty in one person?" She smiled sweetly, running her fingers through his hair, gently scratching her nails against his scalp. Yet, Balthier pulled back slightly, his face flushed. "I don't just want a... female Squall. I want..." He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted but she knew. She could hear his desires. Whilst he did indeed desire his wife, he hadn't seen Squall in some time and that was who he craved. He ached for the younger man, not only in lust but in love and she'd take advantage of that.

Transforming herself into Squall, she simply shook her hair out, soon becoming the man that Balthier desired. Her voice came out as that brunette's, drawn from the thoughts, memories and desires of the pirate. "Balthier... make love to me. Do everything you desire and I'll never leave you. I'll always be with you," he murmured, ghosting his lips over the older man's as his fingers glided through that soft, clean hair. Balthier looked up at him, his eyes full of need and love. "Squall..."