What Will You Do?

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Disclaimer: I regret to inform you that I do not own Final Fantasy 12 or any of its characters. If I did, I would not be spending my time writing this story. XD So I own nothing, I am making nothing from writing this – so please do not sue!

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Author's Note: Thanks to everyone that has reviewed my story so far, I really appreciate your encouragement.

THIS CHAPTER IS NOT WORKSAFE! I would like to warn those who did not notice the non-con, M/M warning in my story summary. If you are offended by such things, please don't read any further! If you aren't offended by such things, please enjoy!


~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Several sleepless hours had passed. The cold floor of the dungeon wasn’t getting any softer and the sky pirate shifted from side to side, growing angrier by the moment at his weary body which yearned for sleep that would not come.

He wondered how many hours had passed, but his thoughts were interrupted by two Imperial guards clattering down the dungeon stairs and opening the door to his cell.

“Well good evening gentlemen, something I can help you with?” scoffed Balthier. The light from their lantern reflected brightly off their polished armor and it took some time for the sky pirate’s eyes to adjust to the brightness.

“Get up, you’re coming with us!” commanded one of the guards while the other pulled Balthier up by the wrist and dragged him toward the stairs.

“Hey! Where are you taking him?” demanded Vaan.

The sky pirate tried to free himself, but with the two guards gripping his arms there was little he could do to get away.

“Stop struggling,” complained one of the men as he delivered a blow to Balthier’s ribcage with the back end of his gun. The sky pirate doubled over and gasped for air.

“Let him go!” princess Ashe protested against the act of violence.

“Bring him back right now!” Penello cried helplessly from her cell as the sky pirate was dragged away.

“No need to worry,” Balthier attempted to reassure the ladies. But instead, whilst being dragged up the stairs, he ended up coughing out the words as he tripped over himself. It was an embarrassing scene for the sky pirate and he was certain that his pride had been mortally wounded.

The guards ushered Balthier through a maze of corridors and staircases until they arrived at their destination – a set of tall, mahogany doors. The guards opened the doors and gave the sky pirate a toss, sending him sprawling across a cold marble floor.

“You may take your leave,” commanded a voice from across the room.

“Yes, my Lord,” the guards chimed and quickly departed.

Balthier looked up to see Vayne standing behind an oversized desk.

“So, sky pirate, we meet again,” Vayne mused.

“I think your guards have a thing or two to learn about hospitality,” complained the sky pirate, picking himself up off the floor with as much dignity as he could muster. “What have you done with the boy?” Balthier demanded. Even though Larsa was of Vayne’s own flesh and blood, he was sure that the tyrant held no sympathy for the little brother that was his greatest rival. Who knew what he had done with Larsa, or if the boy was even still alive?

“How compassionate,” Vayne responded coldly to the accusation, pouring himself a drink from the crystal decanter stationed at one end of the desk. Without even taking a sip, he placed his glass on the desk and reached for his sword, extracting it with careful precision from the golden sheath.

He admired the shiny blade for a moment and then placed it strategically on the desk as a reminder for the sky pirate of who was in charge.

He walked over to where Balthier stood and each man looked at the other with a threatening stare. Vayne stood about half a foot taller than the sky pirate, and seemed much more menacing in his armor than his younger counter-part in his tattered, muddy shirt.

The situation was volatile, Balthier of all people knew that. A man’s lust for power was a force to be reckoned with. All of Ivalice knew that Vayne was a man of little patience. He had no doubt killed many to get to his current position, and with just a little provoking, Balthier was almost sure to have his head sliced clean off.

As a man that would rather much like to keep all of his limbs intact, the sky pirate tried his best to muster his patience and bide his time until an opportune moment arose and he could make a grab for the sword that lay on the desk, just out of reach.

“I brought you here for a reason,” Vayne said with a grin. “I am going to give you the opportunity to save your companions.”

Balthier shot Vayne a serious look. “My friends do not need saving. I am certain we will have no trouble getting out of here,” he said straightening his spine.

“Ah. Well, why don’t you have a drink and we can discuss it?” Vayne asked, handing Balthier the crystal glass that was sitting on the desk. It had been a long while since the sky pirate had anything to drink or eat, and the pungent scent of alcohol was quite appetizing to him given the current situation.

‘Can’t hurt a man to have a drink, I suppose,’ thought Balthier as he took the glass and consumed the dark fluid. His body was thankful for the precious moisture.

“Good. Now then, shall we continue?” asked Vayne, setting aside the empty glass on the desk.

“I have no intentions of striking any bargain with a tyrant such as you,” stated the sky pirate, folding his arms.

“Is that so?” Vayne’s expression darkened. “Need I remind you that my men are on standby, just waiting for the signal to rid Ivalice of your bothersome little group of friends? Not to mention that insolent brother of mine. Upon my command, their lives shall be forfeit.” He paused for a moment, then continued, “Perhaps I will have a little fun with that Viera friend of yours first. Yes, I believe that she would fair well as one of my bedside companions, once I am Emperor.”

“You speak rubbish!” declared the angry sky pirate. His words struck a chord with the sky pirate and Balthier eyed the sword that lay on the desk. But Vayne followed his glance and picked up the blade, pointing it at the sky pirate.

At that moment, a wave of dizziness swept over Balthier. His stomach churned and he felt as if he was going to vomit. The man gripped his stomach and hunched over in pain.

“Is something the matter? You look... unwell,” Vayne commented with a sneer.

Sharp pains spread across the sky pirate’s stomach and chest. “What... you... what have you done?” the sky pirate asked through jagged breaths. He clutched himself tighter and fell to his knees.

“What have I done? Why, I have done nothing. I suspect what you are feeling is simply the effect of the flowering cactoid aphrodisiac you drank,” Vayne answered wryly. “Worry not, the pain will pass quickly and soon you will feel much, much better.”

“You’re insane,” Balthier protested. But the room was spinning and the sky pirate had to struggle to keep himself upright.

“I think you will be doing whatever I say for the time being,” said Vayne. He used the blade to cut open the front of Balthier’s shirt and the thin material slid down past Balthier’s shoulder’s.

“Since you aren’t willing to bargain with me, I should just end your life. But perhaps there will be some use for you after all,” Vayne mocked as he eyed the sky pirate’s exposed flesh.

“You sick–” Balthier gasped. His lungs labored against the weight of his disoriented body.

Suddenly, the pain was replaced with a hotness that spread over him. His skin felt afire and beads of sweat formed on his brow. His muscles tensed and he felt blood rushing to his groin, and much to his embarrassment, his member began to stiffen and ache with want.

He futilely shifted his weight in an attempt to relieve discomfort from the growing tightness in the front of his pants. “This can’t be happening,” thought the sky pirate aloud. Vayne’s words echoed in his head, ‘...perhaps there will be some use for you after all...’, and he shuddered to think what it meant. Most of all, he feared the tingles of pleasure that the slightest movement against the material of his trousers brought to his swollen length. As the man tried to move away from his adversary, he lost his balance and fell back and hit his head against the marble.

Vayne quickly sheathed his sword and grabbed Balthier from the floor, throwing him face down on the desk, sending the crystal decanter shattering onto the floor. The next thing the sky pirate was aware of were Vayne’s cold hands running over his back, undressing him. He managed to reach out a shaky hand to stop Vayne from unbuttoning his pants, but his wrist was quickly pinned against his back.

“Enough, s-stop this… right now,” Balthier managed to get out. But Vanye pressed the sky pirate’s face hard against the desk and proceeded with his other hand to slip the trousers down around his knees, leaving the younger man completely exposed beneath him.

“Even though you are saying such things, you’ve gotten so big here,” Vayne smirked, reaching around and grabbing a hold of Balthier’s weeping erection. At first, he rubbed the tip with his thumb and then moved up and down over the full length. It was a most undesirable situation, but the cold hand against his hot skin felt so good that an involuntary moan escaped Balthier’s lips. The sky pirate barely recognized his own voice. What the devil was wrong with him? How could this possibly feel good? This was definitely not supposed to feel good. He struggled to reach his free hand behind himself and push the tyrant off of him, but Vayne pushed him harder into the desk. The sky pirate tried desperately to ignore the hand gripping him. His mind and body struggled to detach from the heinous acts being committed, but the sensation of the cold hand running over his hot skin was too much.

“S-stop... Vayne,” pleaded the sky pirate. The heat within his abdomen was growing and every stroke brought excruciating waves of pleasure. Against his will, his body begged for more friction and his hips instinctively moved against Vayne’s hand as he sought his release. This brought a smile to Vayne’s lips. The elder man enjoyed every moment that the sky pirate writhed beneath him and quickened his pace.

Finally, Balthier was forced to his peak. White spots clouded his vision and he came with an involuntary gasp of pleasure and torture combined into one. His fluids gushed forth over Vayne’s hand as he found his shameful release.

For a moment, the sky pirate lay in a sweaty mess atop the desk, trying to catch his breath and focus his vision. ‘How– what, what have I done? How could I– I allowed this to happen,’ the sky pirate struggled with his incoherent thoughts. The drugs still had a hold over his body. He was still dizzy and his heart was racing at a speed that was almost dangerous for a hume.

There was a distant clatter of armor falling to the floor, and a rustling of material. Balthier attempted to lift himself up from the desk, but Vayne leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Don’t think we are done yet, I am just getting started.”

Vayne’s long, dark hair brushed against the back of the sky pirate’s neck and shoulder, and Balthier wasn’t sure if it was the sensation or the man’s words that sent goose bumps over his naked skin.

Vayne tightened his grip on Balthier’s left arm, twisting it behind his back once more. He then forced a rough kiss on Balthier’s lips, but Balthier bit down hard at the invading tongue. The taste of metal spread through the sky pirate’s mouth. Vayne cursed and spat blood onto the floor. “You will pay for that...”, he promised.

It was the tip of Vayne’s cock pressing against the tender flesh of his entrance that brought Balthier to fully comprehend his fate that was to follow. Suddenly, without any preparation or warning, Vayne grabbed the back of Balthier’s neck with his free hand and thrust hard into the man.

It was the ultimate humiliation. A shriek of pain escaped the sky pirate as his insides were ripped open by the intrusion. Vayne only smiled at the sound. The resistance was so great that it took several forceful thrusts for Vayne to fully penetrate the sky pirate and bury his cock to the hilt. Balthier’s free hand splayed across the surface of the desk, reaching for something, anything, to help brace himself against the force of Vayne’s thrusts. Like knives splitting him open, the pain was so great Balthier’s eyes began to water.

“I can see that you’re body is not yet trained, I expected more from a sky pirate of your caliber,” Vayne mocked cruelly as he started to move within the hot cavity.

“I– will kill... you... for this,” Balthier spat with each jagged intake of breath.

Vayne smiled again. He took pleasure in the power that came with each straining gasp of pain from his subordinate. Vayne leaned over and sunk his teeth hard into Balthier’s shoulder, his long hair brushing over Balthier’s back with every plunge. The pain from the intrusion was so great, tears broke free and trailed down Balthier’s cheeks, adding even more to his shame. The sky pirate felt like vomiting, felt like dying, and wished he could be anywhere else but here... anywhere else.

“You don’t need to cry. Aren’t you a man?” huffed Vayne as he thrust back and forth inside of Balthier’s bleeding cavity. Trickles of bright red blood ran down Balthier’s inner thigh and the sight only served to further excite Vayne.

“Aren’t you enjoying this? Or perhaps you wish to do this to my little brother?” the man taunted. Balthier did not, could not respond. His voice had left him long ago. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to will himself away from the awful reality of what was happening.

With that, Vayne changed the angle of his thrusts and slowed them to a deliberate pace. The sky pirate wasn’t being allowed to distance himself. Vayne moved carefully inside the sky pirate, making sure the head of his cock rubbed against the man’s most sensitive spot. Balthier’s body trembled from the foreign sensation. The pain of Vayne’s thrusts were muted by the tingling inside of him that was causing his cock to get hard once more. He was abhorred by his own body’s reaction and no matter how much he tried to suppress the feeling, to think of someplace else, someplace far away, he was brought back to reality with every one of Vayne’s deliberate plunges. Suddenly, the urge to release grew quickly within him and his cum spattered across the desk.

After that, Vayne vigorously trusted into the sky pirate for what seemed like an eternity.

“I will send my love to the deepest recesses of your body, so that you will not soon forget your Emperor,” promised Vayne as he neared his climax.

Vayne delivered his final cruelness, thrusting into Balthier with such force that Balthier was certain he would break in two. As he came, Vayne pulled Balthier’s head to the side and claimed his mouth forcefully. Balthier could feel the man’s hot semen spreading like poison inside of him, burning the walls of his insides.

After a moment, Vayne slid out and released Balthier’s arms. As he did so, Balthier’s broken body slid from the desk onto the floor, a mess of blood and semen spilling out of him.

“You have done well, your friends would be pleased,” Vayne remarked coldly as he loomed above the sky pirate.

It was the last thing Balthier heard before passing out...

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Author's Note: I'll admit, I'm really not the greatest at writing sex scenes. I found it hard to keep Vayne from going wildly OOC, since there wasn't a whole lot about him in the game. So I hope I did ok, and that this chapter was at least mildly entertaining!

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