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Who: Balthier and Vaan
What: Balthier finds out about Al-Cid
Where: The Strahl
When: Early evening
Rating: PG-13


The sun was low in Rabanastre's sky and the air was damp and humid. The streets were looking less beat up after the Heartless attack and Vaan had seen the Strahl dock a few hours earlier. He'd been busy helping to rebuild some stalls and didn't have the chance to escape. So, now, with nothing to do and the rest of the evening and night to himself, Vaan headed to the Aerodrome, making a beeline for the beautiful Archadian airship. Dressed in tight silver pants with black and blue design work up the outsides of the legs, a silver vest with the same designs on the back and his armoured boots and gloves, Vaan swept a hand through his hair as he jogged up the steps of the Strahl, banging his hand on her hull to announce himself.

The sound of engines, particularly the Strahl's, always soothed his unrest. Balthier's mind was racing. He and Fran were trying for a baby, Rinoa and Loire were still very much a part of the Strahl's crew, Squall was in a bad way without them around and not to mention the last time he'd seen Al-Cid was a fair ammount of time ago. So, the pirate had found himself under the engine of the Strahl, working on fine-tuning her. The Leading Man wore low slung jeans and black boxers that only just covered what needed covering. His skin glistened with sweat from the heat of the engine. When the sound of her hull being thumped echoed through to him, Balthier slid from under the engine and scrambled to his feet, poking his head out the door and grinning at Vaan. "In here."

A bright smile came as he saw Balthier and Vaan practically skipped into the engine room, pouncing on the older pirate. He threw his arms around Balthier's neck and hugged him tightly. "How've you been? How're things here?" His blue eyes shone up at his idol.

"Mm, so-so. I've a new crew member in the form of Miss Rinoa Heartilly. She and Squall split and now I've the duty of mothering the pair of them." Balthier pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh before he lifted Vaan off his feet and sat the boy firmly atop the workbench. Remaining between the teenager's knees, he stared into those blue eyes, his hands on the workbench, either side of Vaan. "Tell me. What was the reason for the pretty little blush on your face, much like this one now, when Al-Cid spoke to you at Ashe's ball?"

Vaan's face was bright pink and he leaned back slightly before shrugging everything off with a laugh. "N-nothing! I think it was probably all the alcohol... me and Pen drank quite a lot..." he mumbled, averting his gaze from those dreamy, storm filled eyes that were so completely set on him. Part of him wanted to squirm away and run but another part wanted to cling to Balthier and beg for something he'd imagined for years. Almost everytime he touched himself, Balthier came to mind.

Balthier watched him intently as a plan formed in his devious mind. With a smirk, he closed the door to the engine room then returned to Vaan, slamming his hands on the worktop. "You are lying to me, Vaan. You think I cannot spot a lie in those beautiful eyes of yours?" Mm, turn up the charm and the truth will soon follow. Brushing his fingers through soft blonde hair, Balthier leaned in to that ear directed at him. "Tell me, Vaan. Tell me," he whispered.

His breath caught in his throat and, as he inhaled, his head was clouded with the scent of the man keeping him held captive. Gods, he smelled good... Closing his eyes with a gasp, Vaan locked eyes on Balthier a split second later, blushing brightly and pressing a hand to the older pirate's chest. "No... I'm not lying. We did drink a lot a-and... that was why I was blushing..." he stuttered, his lips parting, swollen, and releasing soft, shaking breaths.

A pout came and he brushed his lips over Vaan's. "Oh, come now. I thought we had no secrets, Vaan..." he whispered, curling his fingers behind the boy's neck and brushing his tongue over those sweet, swollen lips before nipping Vaan's lower lip. "Do you not trust me enough to tell me? Even after all I've shown you?" Balthier trailed a finger down Vaan's chest, soon flicking the waistband of his pants.

The teen trembled and a soft moan escaped each moment his lips were teased. Damnit, he was playing hardball and Vaan was getting blueball. With a hard swallow, Vaan kept his eyes, filled with lust, locked on the pirate he adored. "O-of course I trust you... I always have, Balthier. I just... I'm scared..." he whispered, brushing his fingers over that bare torso, his own skin tingling a little. Balthier was so close and the way he offered things without really offering them was... spiteful.

Balthier closed his eyes briefly as Vaan's warm fingers traced his skin and a shaking breath escaped. Gods, the boy was too, too sexy and the way he flaunted it all without showing off was truly delicious. However, three lovers was more than plenty and he was only doing this for information. "Do not be scared, Vaan. You trust me, so, tell me," he murmured, his voice silken smooth. Giving the boy what he obviously wanted, Balthier drew Vaan into a kiss, slipping his tongue between those swollen lips and enticing the teen to retaliate, his fingers threading through pale blonde hair.

Vaan gave a gasp and clung to Balthier's shoulders, a moan seeping from his mouth a moment later as he let his eyelids flutter closed and his hands loosen to curl his arms around the older pirate's neck. The moment he moved his tongue, sliding it over Balthier's and receiving a pleasant sucking from him, Vaan's mind began to race. He was being kissed. By Balthier! How was that even possible?!

Though, as that thought crossed Vaan's mind, the Leading Man broke the kiss and gave a teasing laugh, slipping Vaan a few softer kisses before resting a finger on the teen's lower lip. "Come now, precious. Tell me; why did you blush?" A smirk came and Balthier smoothed a hand through Vaan's hair, ghosting his lips over the teen's yet again.

Trembling, his arms remained loosely coiled around Balthier's neck and Vaan whimpered rather virginally as Balthier ghosted a kiss on his lips. "A while ago... months ago... Al-Cid... and I... I was really, really drunk a-and... on his airship..." Vaan paused and closed his eyes tightly, shuddering a little, "...we had sex."

At those words, Balthier's fist hit the metal wall behind Vaan and a growl escaped him. Gripping Vaan's jaw with his free hand, Balthier forced the boy to have his face turned to be square with his own. "Open your eyes," he murmured, his voice hard and dark. When Vaan refused with a whimper, Balthier ran his thumb over Vaan's kiss-swollen lips. "Vaan, open your eyes and look at me. Please," he spoke softer now; his fingers trailing to the boy's hair.

When that angry voice came, the teen tensed all over. What was going to happen?! Either way, he refused to open his eyes though a frightened whimper escaped. The instant Balthier's voice softened, however, Vaan took a slow breath and blinked his eyes open, looking right into Balthier's eyes and feeling a blush rise all over his sun-kissed skin. He adored Balthier. Respected him. Idolised him. Wanted him... but he was so obviously angry and that frightened Vaan. He'd seen Balthier's anger at full force before and it'd made the boy avoid his idol for more than a fortnight. He didn't want to be the cause of such anger or at the receiving end of it.

Seeing those pretty blue eyes, Balthier let out a strained sigh. "Listen to me, Vaan. Under no circumstances are you ever allowed to let another man touch you that way again. Understood? No one. Especially not Al-Cid," he finished with a hiss of his lover's name, gritting his teeth. Damnit. His jealousy was widespread. Al-Cid was his first love and the first person to ever touch him, but Vaan was his. That was the simple state of facts. Vaan was his apprentice and for Al-Cid to have taken the boy's first time with a man... it was enough to drive him insane.

Vaan blinked a little, tilting his head. "But... why not? I mean, sure, I love Pen... but say Penelo and I split up, what about then?" He was confused and a little annoyed that Balthier was giving him orders without reasons. Not that he'd never done that before...

"No. Not then. Not ever, Vaan. You follow my orders well; follow this as though your life depends upon it," he muttered, cupping Vaan's face with both hands, keeping their gaze locked. "Even if, someday, you and Penelo drift apart. Not then. Not ever. Got it?" His gaze was hard as he looked at Vaan; as if he'd given an order that really would save their lives one day.

The young pirate kept Balthier's gaze, his eyes wide. What was so serious that Balthier would get so angry and then so forceful about the subject? Really? Wasn't he sleeping with a man himself? Squall... right? So, why was it so bad for him to do it later in life if he split up with Penelo? "B-but... why not?" His gaze remained solid on Balthier's as his blonde brows knit and Vaan stroked his hands down Balthier's neck, over that choker and down his chest. "Why?"

Balthier's breath shallowed as Vaan's hands caressed his skin and it took all his willpower not to pull the boy close and make love to him. "Because... because you are mine, alright?! Mine," he growled, pushing Vaan's hands away and backing off, moving towards the engine again. He'd just ignore anything Vaan said now. He'd work on the Strahl. He'd do anything to distract himself from those shining blue eyes and those deliciously sweet lips... that beautiful, smooth skin, that tight, round ass... No! Enough! He couldn't distract himself with that!

His eyes widened and a gasp escaped. He was... Balthier's? What?!?! Since when?? He opened his mouth to speak and then suddenly Balthier had backed off and he was retreating beneath that engine. Vaan leapt from his place and gripped Balthier by his leg, wheeling him from under the engine on that backboard he used. Dropping to his knees, straddling Balthier, Vaan snatched the wrench from his hand and tossed it across the room, not even flinching as it clattered across the floor. "I... ghh!!" Growling, Vaan sank down and pressed his lips hard to Balthier's, his hands flat to the floor of the engine room as he slipped his tongue between the older pirate's lips, kissing him with a pent up desperation he'd held for years.

The kiss had startled him. The look in the teenager's eyes had given warning of violence, yet, there they were, Vaan astride him as their tongues danced and duelled, fighting for dominance as the Leading Man. Balthier's hands found Vaan's body. One threaded through golden hair while the other cupped the teen's backside and a purr escaped into their sweet, desperate kiss. He could feel the way Vaan trembled in his grasp and it made the moment all the more forbidden and sweet.

With a weak reluctance, Vaan parted from the kiss, his eyes hazed in lust, though he looked down at Balthier with a solid gaze. "You had your chance with me, Balthier. I've wanted you since the moment we met. The way you look at me, the feel of your hands on mine when you taught me to fly... Gods, even the way you call my name... it's all just... just ecstasy to me." Vaan laughed softly, shaking his head. "You had your chance. Don't play with me like you play with everyone else," he murmured.

"Come here, boy," he purred, pulling him to a gentler kiss, sweeping a hand through that blonde hair. "Mnn... you will go. You will tell Penelo you love her and you will disregard all we've said and done here, Vaan," he whispered, brushing their lips again. "Now, go. Do not waste your life on the one that flew away; I know how that hurts, precious," he brushed his fingers over Vaan's cheek and gave him a gentle smile.

Vaan laughed gently, gripping a handful of Balthier's sandy, soft hair, jerking his head back and kissing him in a most dominating way, refusing the pirate any control, though a moment later he broke the kiss and shifted to stand. "I... I'll see you around," he muttered, offering a soft smile before leaving the engine room and then the Strahl. Vaan's heart pounded spitefully as he leaned against the hull of the Strahl. Gods... "I love you, you bastard..." he exhaled, soon shaking himself off and returning home to the Revenance.