Out of Control
Prologue
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OUT OF CONTROL
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Disclaimer: Square owns Final Fantasy XII. I own only my clothes and a maxed out credit card that I haven't even used.
Warning: Yaoi (Basch/Balthier action), Angst, Lemon, Spoilers past Archades
Author's Note: I finally figured some way to make a fic out of the FF12 plot-line. Shouldn't be too long, probably about 5 chappies or less. If you still don't know, the main pairing is Basch/Balthier, so if you can't stand yaoi, turn back around. :)
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Prologue
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"Let me suck you off."
This was naught but a simple statement
even if it lacked the distinguished air with which Balthier
predominantly carried himself. Although his tone suggested permission,
Basch had known that his answer meant nothing, not with the way
Balthier was looking at him. Basch could almost feel the years of duress
and frustration from just staring into his coffee brown eyes; perhaps it's because he's been through his own share of hardships in these past years.
He
didn't dare move as Balthier locked the door and treaded across the
room, his walk gaining a dangerous swagger. He was merely an inch
shorter than Basch, so it only took one step forward for Balthier to
connect their lips in a kiss that they'd end up both despising, yet
yearning in the times to come.
'This is wrong,' Basch
thought as visibly trembling fingers grabbed, pulled, and threw aside
his belt, continuing their assault on his trousers. He, too, had wanted
to seize a moment and throw aside the predicaments ailing him from left
and right. This, happening right now, is what he'd been imagining in
the deepest corners of his mind. And now that his most secret of
fantasies (which was supposed to remain as only that) was right before
him, stealing his breath with every bite and suckle to his neck, does
he truly want to stop?
Balthier's body landed atop his own when
the back of his knees collided with the ends of the bed and fell upon
it, the pirate's mouth once again seeking out Bash's own for a chaste
kiss before moving down the captain's oddly stable body.
Basch's
eyes slid closed as Balthier's mouth wrapped around the end of his
cock, his breathing erratic from the sensational touches happening down
there and his mind muddled from dissecting their current
situation far too much. His lips parted and involuntary moans escaped
him when a teasing finger rubbed against his entrance, deliberately
mocking his now insufficient patience. His hands trembled at his sides,
refusing to grab onto anything, not the crumpled sheets slicked with
sweat nor the disheveled brown locks of the sky pirate as he took in
more of his length.
He was close; they had only started, and
already Basch was nearing his climax. He'd already surprised himself
with making it so far without a slip from his part. If anything, he had to be the strong one between them both, to hold onto the fortification for a while longer.
Surely Balthier would lose his mind if he didn't.
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To be continued.
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Balthier: I must have surely been out of my mind to perform an act as vile as you've concocted.Feh, quit complaining. You were the one panting over my shoulder, urging me to add more.
Basch: (eyebrow raised) You were saying, Pirate?
Right, so while these men "talk over" some personal matters, I'd really appreciate it if you'd leave me a little something, say, a review? It motivates me to write faster, and besides, you know you want to see what happens afterwards.