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 Who: Al-Cid, Vaan
When: Evening, after Al-Cid is turned down by Ashe for a political meeting.
Where: Rabanastre
What: Running into old... acquaintances.
Rating: NC-17

Al-Cid strolled down the cobblestone pathways winding through Rabanastre's quaint buildings, teetering on the edge of irritation. Not only had he flown two hours to Rabanastre and waited almost three to meet Ashe, but the Queen had ended up postponing their treaty meeting to another day as a result of a spontaneous uprising in her packed schedule. Now, the prince was tired and needing of a good drink. He did, too, admit that Rabanastre was a charming city, and enjoyed the banter of the locals despite their ever-lingering hostility to Rozarrians.

Al-Cid headed to the local bar known as the Sandsea, his sunglasses still on despite the darkening sky. Candles were lit outside on the small tables, and thankfully the local customers did not take notice of him. Not that they would; Al-Cid was aware not many knew of his face, and unless he spoke, no one knew of his origin. Though his skin tone probably gave it away, as Rozarrians were darker still than Rabanastrans.

On entering the clamor of the bar and tavern, Al-Cid glanced around for an empty table or familiar face.

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Having just left the company of the man he idolised, Vaan beamed at him from the doorway of the Sandsea, waving out at the streets. "Sure thing, Balthier! Give my love to Fran and Krja!" A grin came to his face and he laughed at a rather crude gesture from the Leading Man before slipping fully inside the Sandsea. His eyes had to adjust to the lighting inside and he swiftly scanned the inn for Penelo, pouting slightly when he didn't find her. Hey, it must be her break!

The nineteen year old strode to the bar and ordered his usual, running rough fingers through pale blonde hair as he waited. Once he had his drink, Vaan slipped Tomaj the payment and turned to face the room, wondering where to sit.

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Al-Cid's tinted eyes, concealed by the glasses that muted all color, sifted through the evening crowds. The liveliness of it all had him grinning already; he hoped for a good conversation amongst the commoners, but he held back initiating a subject to a stranger just yet. Usually, just as someone hears his voice, he or she instantly gets skeptical or tense. Dalmascans were, naturally, not fond of Rozarrians.

But Al-Cid ordered from a female bartender on the left end of the bar nevertheless, and she giggled shyly at him as he attempted to charm her; perhaps this wasn't going to be too hard. If worst came to worst, he could converse with her.

As he waited for his drink to be made, he looked around the packed bar and did a double take as he saw a familiar rush of white-blond hair shining out from the other brown-haired men. Al-Cid leaned over to get a better view, and his suspicions were confirmed - it was Vaan. God knows how long it had been since Al-Cid had seen the boy. He'd grown, no doubt; it had been two years after all. New attire, taller, more manly features, yet still...

The boy was very, very beautiful.

Al-Cid tipped his glasses down and took his drink as it was handed to her, paying and tipping the woman before standing. He headed towards Vaan, weaving through the crowds. As he reached him, Al-Cid smiled and gave him a friendly pat on the back.

"Well, well."

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As the pat on his back came, Vaan was mid-drink and it caused him to swallow hard ad cough at the same time, leaving his lightly tanned face bright red. He caught his breath not a moment later and settled his gaze on the Rozarrian Prince, pulling a most perculiar expression as he did. Al-Cid? What the heck was this guy doing in Rabanastre?!

"Uh... hi?" He tilted his head, blonde strands flicking into one of his sparkling blue eyes. "U-um... is there something you want?" That certainly wasn't meant as impolite as it came out but Vaan wasn't really bothered if it had.

Hey, he didn't know this guy. Not really. He was just a name and a face. Sure, two years ago, Balthier had explained who he was and what his title was while they'd talked privately on the Strahl but that was the extent of his knowledge. A name. A face.

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Al-Cid took off his glasses completely and tucked them in the front of his off-white Rozarrian shirt. That certainly wasn't the salutation he was expecting. Sure, he didn't think he'd get a bow or anything of the like, but something less hostile than is there something you want.

"Ah," he paused and fished for an answer. "...No? I merely recognized you amidst the crowd, Vaan. It has been a while. How have you been faring?"

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Vaan ruffled at the short hairs at the base of his head, soon running semi-gloved fingers into his longer locks. The would-be pirate blushed a little, glancing down at the silver-coloured vest with the red and black detailing he wore. His pants were the same silvery colour and had straps, buckles, clips, chains and whatever else imaginable. Sturdy boots that also matched were laced up to his knees. Still, around his waist was that red sash.

"R-right..." Vaan gave a shrug to the question, looking to the bottle of ale in his hand and flicking at the label. "I've been... busy, really. A lot of stuff happened with Penelo and our Lowtown friends; Balthier and Fran were there too," he smiled a little as he recalled that time.

"How about you?" He blinked up at Al-Cid, smiling slightly.

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Al-Cid shook his head melodramatically. "The life of a prince is, in actuality, quite boring. I've no interesting stories to bestow upon you, but perhaps..." Al-Cid paused and glanced around soon spotting a table tucked neatly in a corner and charmingly vacant.

"...You may tell me of your ventures as a pirate? If you've the time, of course," he insisted.

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Vaan gave a shrug, "Sure, why not?" He pressed his bottle top his lips and tilted his head back, gulping down the alcohol inside, his Adam's apple rising and falling at each quick swallow. He slammed the empty bottle down on the bar and ordered another to be brought to him.

"Though, they're no where as awesome as Fran and Balthier's adventures. If you want a good story, you should look them up... though they just set out of the Aerodrome..."

Vaan shrugged again and headed over to that very table, sweeping back his blonde hair.

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Vaan's shining blue eyes grew in amazement as he looked at the airship in front of him. "Woah..." he exhaled, letting out a breath of a laugh right after. He let go of Al-Cid's hand and jogged a little closer, brushing his hair back from his eyes to inspect it a little better. The whole situation reminded him of when he'd first seen the Strahl. The two ships, however, were unable to be compared. This airship was designed to protect the prince and give him as much luxury as anyone could have on an airship. The Strahl was designed to be comfortable and the damn fastest ship in the sky.

"Can I take a look inside?" Vaan's voice was slightly timid as he asked his question, especially since he was asking a prince. He was, after all, just a street orphan. Al-Cid had no reason to let him onboard this craft.

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Al-Cid followed Vaan with slow, patient steps, watching Vaan's little rear as he jogged ahead. The boy's amazement flattered Al-Cid, though really, it should not have mattered; of course Vaan would be impressed, he was a street orphan.

The most damn beautiful street orphan he had ever seen. Al-Cid placed a welcoming hand on the small of Vaan's back. "She is a beaut, is she not?" he whispered, and guided Vaan forward in time with his steps.

"And of course you are welcome aboard my ship. We are friends, comrades, are we not? You will love her, I promise," he chortled, escorting Vaan gentlemanly up the loading dock.

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Friends...? All he really remembered about the first time they'd met was Balthier saying Al-Cid was a cocky, arrogant, self-assured pretty face who wouldn't know humility if it bit him on the ass. Looking back, Vaan wondered if Balthier was bitter about something, seeing as Al-Cid seemed perfectly pleasant right now...

The touch to his lower back had Vaan straightening up in posture a little, a brighter blush crossing his face. The orphan said nothing more until he'd stepped inside the grand airship, letting out another low "Woah..." to the insides of the beautiful vessel.

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"She is grand," Al-Cid nodded in approval at Vaan's awe. All was going according to plan...

"Would you like a tour? I would not want to keep you from any prior arrangements, but I will tell you not many have had the luxury of stepping inside the Solstice," Al-Cid persuaded slyly. First stop, the control room; then, the engine room, and eventually they'd end up in his bedroom, and if Al-Cid got lucky (and he usually was), he'd be the one inside Vaan.

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"Prior arrangements? ...I kinda wanted to talk to Penelo... but I can do that anytime!" He chuckled a little and beamed up at Al-Cid, his face flushed from the booze he'd drank.

"A tour would be great! I really love airships, of any kind! This one is really awesome!" The boy was happy and enthusiastic at the best of times but the amount of alcohol he had consumed made him all the more hyperactive, like a puppy waiting to go for a walk with its master.

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Al_Cid blinked at Penelo's name. Who was that girl again? All he could really remember was a leather jumpsuit and blond pigtails. Not exactly a fashion-conscious person by any means, unlike himself. The prince stuck his nose up higher in the air and gestured down the hall of the first floor. "I am so glad you like her already. I've a feeling you will be...very well acquainted with her once this evening is over," he said, not without sly intent waiting behind his words.

"I will show you the control console first. I do not frequently visit, as I do not fly her, but I am sure you will appreciate the main parts of the operation. Rozarrian engineering is so different from what you are used to, I imagine."

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Vaan's eyes squinted in thought, his blonde brows knitting together in thought. A moment later, a blush streaked brightly across his pretty face and the teen's eyes widened. "...so, you've slept with him? I..." His gaze feel and he scooted back a little on the bed, away from Al-Cid. His head turned to the side, angled down to look at the covers on the bed, Vaan's pout was most obvious. The first thought that had crossed his mind - after images of the Leading Man naked and writhing - was, Balthier will sleep with anyone, so why not me?

That thought always concerned Vaan. He was straight for Faram's sake!! Looking back to Al-Cid, he gave a whimsical smile that, he hoped, masked his thoughts. "Heh... I knew he got around when he was younger but... you? Now that's impressive."

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"You catch on quick!" Al-Cid chuckled out loud, tapping Vaan's shin. Really, he hadn't expected the kid to hit the nail on the head just yet, but it made it less difficult for him. Now that they were on the subject of sex, it was one step closer. Al-Cid rolled over so that he was lying on his stomach, and propped his chin up to grin slyly at Vaan.

"The pirate and the prince, ironic, no? I will not lie when I say I taught that man many a technique about bedmates." He then crawled closer to Vaan and propped each arm on Vaan's knees. He leaned in closer. "Would you like me to show you, too?" he whispered.

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This suggestion shoved every single thought out of his mind and Vaan felt a lump in his throat and a lump elsewhere, both places swelling and causing his eyes to widen to almost double their size. "U-um... I..." he stuttered, trying to choke down that lump his throat had formed.

After a few seconds of staring at Al-Cid blankly, big blue eyes shining, Vaan gave a snort and started giggling like a small child, resting back on one hand, the other covering his eyes. "Haha... I almost took that seriously. You gotta try harder to get me to fall for a prank like that. I spent months with Balthier and Basch. They're mean when they're together," he chuckled.

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Al-Cid's grin smirked. As Vaan's hand covered his eyes and he spoke, the prince waited for the right moment to whisper again, right at the shell of Vaan's ear. "You misunderstand, desert child. I do not jest."

And with that, he soon moved to Vaan's lips and captured them passionately.

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Almost frozen, Vaan tensed all over as he felt Al-Cid's lips touch his but almost a second later he'd melted into the prince with a slight drunken giggle. His hands grasped the covers beneath him and those eyes shut tight as he tried his best to return the kiss.

Now, Vaan certainly wasn't a novice, but girls were where his expertise lay. Schooled by Balthier in that area as well as flying, he knew how to get almost any girl to melt in his arms. However, the older pirate hadn't extended his lessons to teaching him about men and this left Vaan in very new territory.

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Aha, Al-Cid thought, running his lips along Vaan's alcohol-tinted pair, far too easy.

He allowed himself to relax a little, and parted their lips with a small, barely heard smack. Hovering just millimeters from Vaan's lips, Al-Cid sought the boy's drunken gaze and raised his eyebrows. "Well? Can I interest you further?" He brushed his nose against Vaan.

"Or will you need a tad bit more...convincing...?"

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The teen choked slightly as the chain pulled tighter and his mouth hung open for him to take in those ragged breaths. "...hnn... yes..." was all he could manage and Vaan's eyes glazed in lust, drunkeness and dizziness. He felt his entire body aching as he tried his damndest to roll his hips in reply to Al-Cid's movements.

His head was quickly producing a headache from his earlier drinking and the thick scent in the room but Vaan's lustful, teenage body refused to be beaten by some sort of mental refusal of anything that required physical exertion. He was damn stubborn.

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"Good, good, my little desert nymph," Al-Cid chortled, kissing Vaan's neck and flicking his tongue under the chain to lap at the reddened skin. He nipped roughly at the boy's Adam's apple, stroking his own cock all the while. Vaan was certainly more responsive than Al-Cid first perceived, and this was arousingly pleasing to him. He knew the boy would bend towards men if given some proper persusasion - and Al-Cid knew he was the best man to bed the boy anyhow.

"Consider yourself lucky," he moaned, positioning two lubed fingers into Vaan's entrance and stretching him expertly. "You will want no one else after this," he chortled, crooking his finger and searching for that sweet spot he knew Vaan didn't know he had.

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As those digits entered, Vaan gave a pained groan, gritting his teeth. "No... s-sto--... aaghhnn!!!" His back curved and his eyes squeezed shut as he felt some sort of intense, gods almighty incredible shot of pleasure rocket from the base of his spine upwards. Panting, he looked down at Al-Cid with damp eyes.

"What...?" Forming only that word was damn difficult and Vaan breathed hard, his body trembling all the more for the aching he felt after he was touched in such a way. What was that?!

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Oh, Al-Cid smirked a wicked man's smirk at Vaan's reaction. Gorgeous. He flashed his pretty white teeth at Vaan and licked his lips.

"That is only a tiny sample of what's to come..." he whispered, nipping Vaan's pretty thigh affectionately. "Now, I don't want to hear any more no's and stop's, do you hear?" he asked, yanking on Vaan's chain none-too gently.

"Say yes, your highness."

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Hurk! Vaan choked as he was yanked by that chain and he huffed indignantly at being treated like a common dog. Not that he wasn't simply that. Though, his drunken body refused him the words 'no' and 'stop' now. Simply because Al-Cid said so.

Through gritted teeth, aqua eyes shimmering defiantly, despite the way his body craved more, his thighs spreading further from each other, Vaan muttered the words, "Yes... your highness..."

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Al-Cid purred happily at Vaan's calling him by that title. Soon, he'd have the boy begging and calling him master... oh, this night was simply wonderful. He briefly wondered if Balthier would ever find out about this escapade; the thought excited and frightened him both.

He slipped in a third finger, crooking it again to only barely graze Vaan's prostate. It would feel all the better once his cock was slamming repeatedly against that spot, and soon.