Of Wine and Fools

Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or any of its items/characters/locations. It all belongs to the gods at SquareEnix/Square Soft. I am not making anymore off of this story
Author: ZombieDuke
Author notes: WHY are there no other yummy yaoi stories of these two? Hmmm? Are people STILL playing the friggin’ game? I demand an answer! I mean, C’MON people! BaschXVaan! What else is there to love? Anyway, I only just completed Giruvegan last night so I’m setting this baby a few hours after they land in Balfonheim Port. I don’t really like the story, I had about four ideas combing into one (which is always dangerous) for this fic.
Spoilers: Major spoilers. Up to Balfonheim Port.
Warning: NC-17, M/M, questionable consent.
Reviews: Are welcomed!
Flamers: Will be posted and mocked by all.

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Of wine and fools
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He hadn’t realised how much he missed the touch of another’s skin until he wrapped his arm around Vaan’s shoulder as they looked at the bustling city of Archades. Or, for that matter, how soft Vaan’s skin was even though the boy spent plenty of time in the hot Ivalice sun.

“Careful old boy, he might start getting suspicious.”

Basch blinked, dragging himself out of his thoughts and looked at the sky pirate. “What?”

“You can’t fool me.” Balthier said, sitting down from across the ragged blonde, his tone and expression that of boredom even as the pub around them buzzed with conversation. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. You’d best be cautious.”

“I do not know-” Basch tried to say, his voice rougher then usual as his eyes narrowed at the brunette.

Balthier held up his hand, silencing the captain. “Making small talk,” he said, lowering one finger, making sure that Basch was paying attention. “Actually explaining everything to the kid-”

“That’s because he does not know of the world!” Basch growled, his ire rising and his cheeks starting to turn red. “If nobody told him of where we were, he would get lost without a doubt!”

“-and lastly,” Balthier continued, not responding to Basch’s sudden out-burst, “touching him whenever you can.”

Basch opened his mouth to speak and closed it, his cheeks now fully burning red and he groaned, bringing his hands up to cradle his head while he rested his elbows on the small table hidden in a corner. “Am I really that noticeable, Balthier?”

“Hmm hmm.”

Silence around the table and Basch peeked open his eyes as he watched the sky pirate order a rather expensive wine. His mind suddenly worked over time and he lowered his arms, staring directly at the other man. “And what concern is it of yours?” Basch asked, feeling the hair on the back of his neck slowly rise as Balthier flashed a smile at the young male waiter.

“All I’m saying,” Balthier began as he poured himself a glass of beautifully red wine, “is that you should be more careful.”

With all those hints blatantly explained, it dawned on Basch as he watched Balthier sip his wine before making a grimace and knocking back the rest of the drink. Clenching his teeth, Basch leaned over the table, catching Balthier’s complete attention.

“You dog.” Basch hissed.

“Not a dog. Well… maybe a thorough-bred, but not the common dog, Basch.” Balthier replied as a glint appeared in his chocolate eyes.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” Vaan asked as he plunked down in the middle chair between the two men, not noticing the tension in the air as he looked at them both.

“Basch needs to visit a whore house,” Balthier said, pouring himself another glass as said man in question stared at him with shock. “The poor man has been locked in a cage for over two years and is in need of some relief. Isn’t that right Vaan?” the pirate asked, turning to the stunned—now pink—blonde, who just so happened to be staring at Basch with wide eyes. “Vaan?” Balthier asked, reaching out to shake the blonds shoulder.

“Huh?” Vaan replied, tearing his gaze away from Basch’s still form to look at Balthier with clearly confused eyes.

“Surely you must know,” Balthier said, a smile appearing on his lips as he drank in Vaan’s look. “when was the last time you visited one of the many houses of ill-repute this great land of ours has?” he asked, holding back the leer that wanted to stretch across his face as Vaan blushed even more, the red starting to travel down his neck.

“I-uh-I-”

“And you would so happen to know of one of these brothels?” Basch finally managed to growl out, promising himself to kill Balthier whenever he got the chance as he watched the man rub Vaan’s shoulder slowly.

Balthier didn’t look away from Vaan, nor did he let go of the boys shoulder. “I am merely asking Vaan here when the last time he visited one was. I’m sure someone as young and…” Balthier allowed his eyes to wander hungrily along Vaan’s body, “…streetwise as Vaan would know of such places.” The last part came out as a purr as Balthier pulled away and sipped his wine, ignoring the two sputtering blondes.

He was going to kill him, slowly and painfully. Basch was about to stand, throw the table to the side and slit the bastard throat when Vaan coughed nervously, thus drawing the attention of both men.

“I-I’ve never been here before…” Vaan started, looking down at the table, trying to ignore whatever the hell was going on between the two men. “But Rabanastre has a lot of interesting brothels. Girls and boys-” the last part fully turning him tomato, flesh included “-and whatever suits your fancy.”

Balthier and Basch blinked.

“Well,” Vaan coughed, looking up at the ceiling, anything but to look at the two men. “You do what you do, right? A lot of kids and people lost their families during the war so you gotta earn, right? And the easiest way to do that is to-to go to Lowtown and find yourself a busy corner and—”

“How much?” Balthier interrupted, making Vaan look at him while he took another sip of his wine.

“Um… 5 gil for a blow and 10 gil for entry…” Vaan said, blinking as Balthier spat the wine out and turned his head to Basch when he heard the table creaking. “At least, that’s what I’ve been told.” He finished turning back to Balthier.

“Maybe we can find an agreement like that for you Basch.” Balthier said, wiping at his mouth with his ever trusty handkerchief.

Basch was about to respond. Well, in an “I will kill you” respond sort of way when Penelo came running over to them.

“Balthier! I’m so glad I found you!” She panted, grabbing hold of the sky pirates’ hand. “Fran needs to talk to you!”

“Should we come?” Basch managed to ask, his eyes glaring daggers at Balthier.

“Oh no, she probably found some new bow or the like. Nothing to fuss about really,” Balthier said, allowing Penelo to drag him from his chair and towards the pubs entrance. “You two sit back and enjoy the wine!”

With Balthier gone from the table, Basch sighed, his anger disappearing but not entirely. Damn the man.

“You can say that again,” Vaan grumbled; his face still red even as he reached for the wine bottle.

“Huh?”

“You said ‘damn the man’.” Vaan replied, pouring himself a glass of wine into Balthier’s used cup and brought it to his mouth.

“Aren’t you a little young?” Basch asked, his eyes drawn to Vaan’s pinks lips as they parted and touched the glass, a pink tongue flicking out to have a taste before Vaan allowed the liquid to enter his mouth. Basch shivered.

Swallowing the liquid, an act that Basch did not miss on account that Vaan had tipped his head back and unknowingly displaying his unmarked neck. “Nope,” He said, pulling the glass away with a smile and a grimace. “Migelo gets some really good liquor—”

“That, I’m sure, he allows you to share,” Basch said, smiling slightly as Vaan poured himself another glass, watching as those nimble fingers gently gripped the cup.

“Well,” Vaan grinned, drinking another glass of wine before putting it down. “He also did leave a few extra bottles laying about and... this tastes odd” He said, frowning as he refilled and handed the glass to Basch. “Have some.”

Basch looked down at the glass and picked up it, his eyes drawn to the blonde as the youth seemed to squirm in his seat, a confused and pained look on his face. Not wanting to deny the blondes request, Basch took a sip of the wine and immediately spat it out, his eyes widening with disbelief. That bastard. That god-damned bastard!

“That bad, huh?” Vaan asked, a different kind of blush staining his cheeks as he pulled off his vest, folded it, and placed it on his lap.

“All you alright, Vaan?” Basch asked, placing the cup down and noticing that Vaan seemed to shiver at his words. He reached out to grab the blondes hand and was surprised at the moan that spilled from the blonds lips. Apparently, Vaan was surprised too because the next moment Basch knew, he had slammed a hand over his own mouth and was running from the pub.

“Vaan!"

Basch ran after the blonde, not even bothering to pay for the wine they had drunk and followed Vaan though the thoroughfare, past the merchants on the main street and further back into the homes of the local people of Balfonheim. He had nearly lost him twice. Once by running into a Bangaa and second by running past the narrow alleyway that Vaan had slide into. He fallowed behind silently, having given up trying to call the youths name, and instead watched as Vaan ducked into a darkened building though a window.

Quietly, he followed and stepped into the window of the building, closing it behind him and glanced around as he walked towards the center. It was an average Balfonheim home with the exception that this one had a large round bed in the middle of the room, and the door to the bathroom was open. That wasn’t what sparked his interest though, oh no. The trembling figure bent over on the bed drew his attention.

“Vaan? Are you all right?” Basch asked, his voice low as he cautiously approached the rounded bed, and watched as the younger man started tearing at the cloth that acted as a belt.

“D-d-on’t,” Vaan moaned, unwrapping himself with a frenzy that would leave the most psyched chocobo green with envy. “J-just go a-away!” he whimpered, tears forming on the edges of his eyes as the belt snagged in the jewellery, making him try and jerk it free while his body started to shake.

“Vaan…” Basch whispered, easily grabbing hold of the blondes’ frantic fingers and glanced down at the blondes’ waist. “Why are you—ah.”

“Basch…” It was a pitying whimper, but just enough to drag the older mans gaze up from his waist and gave Vaan enough time to press his lips against Basch’s.

‘So sweet’ Basch thought, licking at those pink lips he had seen earlier, those pink lips he had wanted to taste for so long. He didn’t hold back the groan that spilled from his throat, especially not when Vaan opened his mouth, allowing for Basch to sweep in and taste that damned wine—DAMNIT!

Basch ripped his mouth away, panting as Vaan tried to re-establish the kiss, tried to draw him back into that sweet mouth. “You’re not, you’re not—”

“Touch me?” The words so simple they stopped Basch dead in his tracks and he looked at the blonde that had wrapped his arms around Basch’s neck, pinning the older man even as said older man felt a hardness press against his thigh.

“You’re not in control Vaan,” Basch began, trying to will his newly awoken erection gone even as Vaan nuzzled his jaw and ear. “You drank this win—”

“Fuck me.”

Basch nearly swallowed his own tongue, his eyes wide as Vaan flicked his tongue against his ear, making him shiver at the youths actions. “You don’t want this Vaan.” Basch tried to say even though he had turned his head to the side, inhaling the scent of the desert in that feather-soft blond hair. It came out more of a mumble instead, and he groaned as Vaan pressed against him again, rocking his hips against Basch’s, making both blondes moan at the contact.

“Balthier will have me,” Vaan whispered, eyes sliding shut as strong arms wrapped around his waist, effectively pinning him. He opened his eyes and turned his head to the side, mewling as Basch captured his mouth and sliding them both to lye on the bed.

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Fran and Balthier waited until Penelo had left to find Lady Ashe before they turned to one another.

“Did you do it?” Fran asked as she looked down at her partner in crime. “Did you open his eyes?”

“Yes!” Balthier snapped, tugging his shirt back into place and straightening his sleeves. “I did everything as ordered, Fran.” The last bit coming out with a bit of a growl as Balthier made sure his clothing was in order.

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Vaan whimpered, burying his face in his arms as Basch held his hips still, not allowing the trouble making blonde to move even as the second finger buried itself in his arse, stretching him, making sure he was ready to take Basch; all of Basch.

The thought made him moan and he twitched, sliding backwards as Basch tried to withdraw those incredibly talented fingers. “Nooo,” Vaan hissed, and groaned as Basch pushed back in now with three fingers.

“Relax,” Basch panted, holding tight to the other blondes’ hips. He pulled his fingers out, much to Vaan’s chagrin and slicked his own cock with shaking hands. Gods, it was amazing he still remembered how to do this.

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“Good. Maybe now they see what was in front all along.” Fran purred, a smile gracing her lips as she turned and walked towards the techniques stall.

“In front’ my ass,” Balthier grumbled, following behind Fran. ‘Stupid breeding cycles’ was his last thought as Fran ducked into an alleyway with him hot on her toes.

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“Let me—just let me-” Bash whimpered, burying his face between Vaan’s shoulder blades as he pressed trembling kisses against the sun kissed flesh. His body was shaking, it had been so long since he had had anybody, since he had been intimate with anybody and the taste, the sensation—fuck!

Vaan was shaking just as badly; his body wasn’t accustomed to such behaviour, to being fucked was probably more or less the case of his trembling fingers and shaking legs. Every thrust Basch made had him try and grab the sheets a little tighter, the headboard,hell, anything that he could grab hold of. Vaan twisted in Basch’s grip, confusion clear upon his light features as he burrowed his face into the tumbled sheets, his legs trying to spread open, to get Basch in deeper, but every thrust Vaan could feel his pulse in his leaking cock and that made him want to close his legs. It was just too damn confusing!

Basch gasped, eyes squeezing shut as he thrust deeper into Vaan, into that tight heat and couldn’t help the chocked moans that spilled from his lips as he gripped Vann’s hips tighter—tight enough to leave marks on those surprisingly pale thighs—and moved his mouth up to the boys neck, burying his face in that sun bleached blonde hair and in hailing the scent of youth. He released one side of Vaan’s hips and moved his scarred hand up to rest in front of the boy, his hips frantically pounding as he felt that coil of heat he thought he would never feel again tighten until he was thrusting so hard he was sure he would leave the boys ass black and blue for the next few days.

“Uhhhh, uhhhh!” instead of “Oh god, oh god,” came out from swollen lips as Vaan bucked backwards, his back starting to strain under the pressure of Basch’s thrusting and weight and then—

—then he couldn’t take anymore—

—he tried to rip himself from Basch’s grip, away from the frantic pounding that made him dizzy and his body ache and the pit of his stomach quiver in fear twisted with lust. It was too intense, too confusing, he shouldn’t be doing this, not with a man who he thought had killed his brother.

Fuck, he couldn’t breathe!

He tried to talk, but all came out were those mixed sobbing cries and unintelligible words. His tongue felt thick, swollen in his mouth, and he let go of the blankets he had a death grip on and reached down to try and pull Basch’s hand off his hips.

Basch mumbled, his mind also gone, and pressed his face against the back of Vaan’s neck, feeling as Vaan tried to pull away and then the hands on his, trying to pull his away. He let go of the now bruised hip and reached underneath Vaan, grabbing his swollen prick and jerking it with his own thrusts. He heard the chocked cry, felt the sudden clawing at his arm, the unimaginable tightening around his cock, and then the frenetic thrusts into his hand as Vaan came—Oh.

The world stopped around both men, and, with all the intensity of a quickening, it was over in a flash. They were both flat on the bed, Basch panting into Vaan’s hair and Vaan gasping for air as he frantically blinked, trying to rid the white spots in front of his eyes and right his vision.

It took several minuets before Basch could gain enough strength for him to pull out of Vaan and when he did, he heard the weak, pained, whimper that spilled from the blondes’ lips as he lay on his back, heart still pounding against his ribcage.

“Are you alright?” Basch finally managed to whisper after a time, his horse voice making Vaan shiver, and he turned his eyes to the young pirate, watching as Vaan tried to lift his head and fail.

He couldn’t speak. That was the first thing Vaan noticed when the white spots were gone and he could finally see again. His mouth felt like sandpaper and he could swear it tasted like the sands of Nalbina. He struggled to raise his head against Basch’s question, but his head felt like a ton of bricks and he let it fall back onto the bed, his body sore on the inside and out.

With whatever strength he had left, Basch rolled onto his side and touched Vaan’s shoulder, sliding his calloused palm against the trembling back. “You… you knew about the wine… didn’t you.” He said, feeling the muscles beneath his palm tighten before the blonde head slowly nodded. Basch was too tired to summon the anger and guilt he knew he should feel, but, he didn’t feel any guilt, any anger. Anything actually, except for an odd sense of peace he hadn’t felt in years… not since before the war. He rubbed the blonds tanned back, his eyes dropping close as he finally felt Vaan shift ever so slightly, and missed the timid glance sent his way.

Swallowing against the lump in his throat, Vaan watched the now captain fall asleep and closed his own eyes, trying to drown the silken, whispery-soft voices that drifted through his mind. God he was tired…

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His body hurt. That was the first thing Vaan noticed when he finally awoke. His body, especially his lower back, and arse hurt. He couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped from between his lips as he tried to shift, to roll over, and realised that he already was on his side, and that he was alone in the bed.

His eyes opened, and he squeezed them shut. He didn’t want to look behind him. He didn’t want to see that the bed was empty, that he had left him alone. It wasn’t supposed to be this way; he wasn’t supposed to feel so confused about this. This wasn’t supposed—

“You’re awake,” that whiskey toned voice made him open his eyes as well as he felt the bed sheets being gently pulled from his body.

“What?” Vaan croaked, his throat rough from last night, and looked up at the standing blond, his eyes slowly widening as he realised that Basch was naked.

“C’mon,” Basch whispered, finally pulling the last sheet off of Vaan’s body and reaching for the bruised blond, pulling the wannabe sky pirate to his feet and holding Vaan steady while the youth shook in his arms.

Vaan didn’t realise that he was shaking. All he knew was that sharp pain his back and the stiffness in his legs. Vaan whimpered, leaning against Basch and burrowed his face in the older mans neck as battle roughened hands rubbed his back in soothing circles.

After a few more minuets of holding the younger blond, Basch pulled away slightly and started to lead the trembling youth towards the bathroom.

With an effort that would have made the gods even proud, Vaan managed to limp to the bathroom, hissing with every step he took while Basch kept a firm grip on him on his shoulder and around his waist.

To say he was surprised when he stepped into the bathroom would be an overstatement. The bathtub was set into the floor and full of some sort of flower petal that Vaan had never seen before was floating on the surface, that and the soft flickering candle light drew his attention back to the man holding him in his arms.

“Basch…”

“Into the water,” Was the gruff reply and Vaan nodded slowly, allowing for Basch to help him and himself into the water, hissing as the water touched his ass, and found him-self wrapped in those wide arms.

It was quiet while Vaan squirmed on Basch’s lap before settling down and looking up at the blue-glass ceiling.

“It’s night time.”

“You knew.”

“…”

“Why? Why did you act that way?”

He squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lower lip as he felt those scarred arms cross over his own chest, efficiently pinning him against Basch’s body. Why did he feel so guilty all of a sudden?

Throwing caution to the wind, Vaan leaned his head back, resting against Basch’s shoulder and opened his eyes, looking upwards at the glass once more, he made his decision and damn the gods if they didn’t like it.

“I wanted you.”

There were two reactions that happened at the same time that made Vaan blink and wonder if he was perhaps dreaming or living in some sort of hell. First, the arms around him tightened and he felt a he felt Basch nuzzle the side of his head. Second, Basch moved his head down an inch and bit the tip of his ear fallowed by a gruff and a stroke to his inner thighs: “Stupid boy.”

“But… you wanted me too. Didn’t you?” Vaan asked, closing his eyes as Basch’s fingers traced along his upper thighs, urging him to spread his legs wider.

“I did… and I still do.” Basch uttered, gliding his fingers over Vaan’s erection, causing the younger to squirm in his arms.

“Then take me,” Vaan panted, offering his mouth to Basch.

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End.
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A/N: Review! By the way, did anybody else notice that Rikken is wearing both a thong and a little bow around his throat?
A/N2: Finished at 3.00 am! YAY!
A/N3: Okay folks, I am OFFICALLY declairing this fic to be the first(1st) ADULT Basch/Vaan fic! For those seeking plot(and a uber-cute Basch/Vaan pairing), go read A Little Love Never Hurt by Franky-Chan on Fanfiction.net!