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Fairytale Ending

[A/N: Spoilers for FF12.
Yes, my favorite character is Balthier� the sky pirate� lol� and Basch
is a disgraced Captain of Dalmasca. It
is so scarily like Sparrington (though the characters themselves are rather
different, personality wise, than our favorite pirate x figure of authority
pairing). Since I haven�t even made
much inroad into the game (maybe about 11hours game time), this is very likely
OOC and inaccurate, since I wouldn�t know about their personalities on a
whole.]

Repayment

For a dead man and a fugitive from the Empire, Basch von
Ronsenberg had an unrelenting curiosity that was proving somewhat
inconvenient. He hid it better than the
boy � that itself was telling � only affecting an air of indifference, walking
around the airship Strahl, as though merely attempting to assuage
boredom. The boy Vaan, on the other
hand, ran about, asked several breathless questions, was easily happy with any
answer Balthier cared to provide, and was now happily experimenting with a hammock
in the spare quarters, his melancholy and worry over his kidnapped friend
temporarily forgotten.

Basch, however� was a different story. Balthier watched from a doorway as he
wandered around the commons room, running sword-callused fingers over a table,
piercing eyes tracing the contours of the wall, then the ground. When he knelt down next to an apparently
fixed floor plate, Balthier rapped his knuckles on the side of his ship. �That�s enough exploration for today, I
should think. Curiosity can be quite
lethal.�

�I�m no cat,� Basch replied over his shoulder, his garish
leather and metal outfit clinking as he knelt on the ground.

�You�re like to be one,� Balthier drawls, hoping to talk the
other man away from that particular section of the floor. He did so hate to crinkle his cuff sleeves,
as physical restraint would be wont to affect.
�Technically, you were executed.
And then we did help you out of that dungeon. Two lives in that, I should think, at the
very least.�

Basch skated fingers over the edge of the plate. �The three of you pulled me out from that
horror, that�s true. But then, as Vaan
said, you couldn�t have gotten out of Nalbina without me.�

�Sure,� Balthier snorted derisively. �With you half naked most of the way, using
naught but your fists. Fran and Vaan
wore themselves ragged, healing your tattered rump. And what makes you so sure I agree with the boy, that we needed
you to get out?�

�Are you trying to tell me something, sky pirate?� Basch
finally looked back at Balthier, one eyebrow arched.

�I mean you owe me a debt, Basch von Ronsenberg,� Balthier
said with exaggerated patience, as if speaking to a child, �So I�ll thank you
not to poke your nose about where it�s not wanted.�

�What do you keep in there?� Basch persisted. Balthier�s brow furrowed a little � the only
outward sign of his growing exasperation.

�I�m beginning to believe your saccharine humility and
saintliness is an act for gullible boys barely out of childhood,� Balthier�s
voice held a note of challenge. �I�ve
said the magic words �debt�, and �not wanted�, and still you persevere.�

Basch uncurled to his feet and padded to Balthier �
reminding the sky pirate how apt his previous sarcastic likening was, after
all. He shut down the instinctive impulse
to back away, as his private space was invaded � Basch stopped only a hand�s
breadth from his body. This close, the
fugitive�s scars can be seen, all too clearly, under his partially open shirt �
old white ones, newer, angrier ones, and skin stretched taut over bone, just
short of unhealthy, the evidence of ingenious privation in Nalbina. A firm jaw held proud, despite it all, tawny
blonde hair combed out of his eyes. Balthier
felt his heartbeat quicken, fighting the sudden urge to trace the long scar on
Basch�s brow that came dangerously close to his left eye � but outwardly, his
lip twisted into a smirk � he refused to be intimidated.

�I�ll pay the debt, if you wish,� Basch said, almost
distantly, arresting the sky pirate with an intense stare, and Balthier
flinched slightly, when the taller man abruptly placed a palm just above his
shoulder, against the doorframe.

Balthier took but a moment to regain total control of his
composure � he shrugged. �It grieves me
to have to be the one to tell you this, Basch von Ronsenberg, but you have no
money, or anything of value that belongs to you and not the boy that I�ll care
to possess; your estates were confiscated, when you were named kingslayer; and
you appear to have no interesting talent or skill whatsoever that doesn�t
involve the blade.�

Basch�s lip quirked, briefly � and the sky pirate
blinked. That had to be the first smile
(even lopsided, and self-deprecatory) that he had seen from the other man � he
would even have safely bet, before this moment, that Basch had forgotten how to
work his face quite that way. Being
suspended in grimy cages in dank dungeons tended to do that to a person, after
all. �And you are so sure that you have
my measure, Balthier?�

�You�ll have to prove otherwise to my satisfaction,�
Balthier retorted, crossing his arms, unsure as to where Basch was leading the
conversation.

Some of his shock must have slipped past even his iron
control when Basch abruptly sank to his knees � the ex-Captain�s lip quirked
again, as he placed his hands lightly over Balthier�s thighs, to accentuate his
offer. �Would this form of repayment
suit your fancy, pirate? A suitable end to your dashing rescue of my sorry self
out of Nalbina, perhaps?�

Balthier sucked in a breath, and glanced away. �So sure of your welcome?�

Dryly, �The way you treat Fran seemed testament enough.�

Balthier blinked.
�With respect.�

�Aye, and respect only.
Perhaps even friendship, in your own way, with loyalty. One partner to another, but that�s all. There�s a good reason the female of her kind
don�t particularly enjoy partnering with humans.�

The sky pirate allowed Basch the minor triumph of a wry
smile. That wasn�t all of it, but part
enough. �Touch�.�

�Quite. Now, with
your permission, I�ll be applying myself to my repayment. To your satisfaction, I believe the terms
were?�

�I can assure you talking does nothing in the least, towards
meeting that aspiration.�

Basch let out a low chuff of laughter, as his fingers worked
on belts with careful efficiency � Balthier quickly caught his wrist, when a
buckle was undone. �Here? The boy��

�No doubt sleeping off the effort of running around and
around your airship in excitement,� Basch pointed out, �And your partner is
piloting. So long as you can endeavor
to be quiet, I am sure there would be no harm.�

Balthier let his fingers fall away, watching as hands worked
the belt loose enough to pull breeches and boxers down to his knees, the
ammunition pouches placed gently on the deck.
He shivered as breath tickled his firming prick � he had been too busy
in Ramanastre to make pertinent efforts to assuage his growing tension� and the
place before that� he hissed, as callused fingers closed tentatively over flesh
and squeezed.

�Been a while?� Basch inquired, and the warm breath felt too
damned good, strangling the rising snarky retort that rose automatically in his
throat.

He grit his teeth, took a deep breath, and growled, �And I
doubt you�ve had much practice, what with your most recent living conditions
till yesterday, so we�re likely quite even, in� in that regard.�

Basch didn�t miss the stutter � he grinned again, faintly,
and sucked the thickening head into his mouth.
Balthier gasped at the slightly rough sensation of chapped lips over
sensitive flesh. �You get right to the
point, don�t you?�

The other man pressed his tongue against the slit, before
pulling back � watching Balthier try ineffectively to bite down a moan of
protest. �Shut up, pirate.�

His retort to that died away as lips wrapped around
him again, this time sucking him deeper, so exquisitively slowly that it took
all his self-control not to force the issue.
Warm, wet � Balthier dragged his mind away from the contemplation of
exactly how good his now-painfully hard prick felt down Basch�s throat by
flattening his palms against the cool metal sides of his airship and gritting
his teeth, breath heaving out almost angrily, desperately � he slammed a tight
fist down against the wall and arched, when Basch stopped, apparently at his limit,
almost all the way down to the root, throat working as he fought the gag
reflex.

Hands slid up thighs to his hips, holding him in place, as
Basch slowly pulled back, his tongue wrapping around throbbing flesh, dragging
out a whine from the sky pirate � a moan, as the other man flicked his tongue
almost playfully against the leaking tip � and a choked curse, as he sank back
into wet heat. Again. And again.
His bucks were ineffective � it seemed that privation and torment hadn�t
leached the wiry strength from the ex-Captain�s arms.

On the fourth time, as Basch purred (catlike) on the way
down, Balthier hissed, �Repayment, not� not� torture.� He whined, as the nod of
acknowledgement tugged at him slightly � his legs felt weak, and he was
thankful that the hands at his hips served also as support, as Basch began to
suck.

When he slammed his fist against the wall again, trying
desperately to last, Basch spared one hand to grab his wrist, pulling it to
still-clothed shoulders � Balthier obliged with both hands, sinking fingers
into the stiff leather, whimpering now, too far gone to care about questions of
shredded dignity. When Basch purred
again, the vibration made fingers claw ineffectively over armor � Balthier
registered, dimly, somewhere in his brain (all but shot to pieces now) wet
noises, the hot tongue massaging the vein, the warm air tickling his abdomen as
Basch breathed through his nose, and he thought it was just not bloody damned possible
for a bird caged so long to be able to do oh fucking hell�

Balthier bowed his shoulders, breathing in harsh, ragged
pants and whines, when he felt himself nearing the edge, his face going
slack. �Basch� Basch, I�m� uhh� Basch��

Something in the frantic urgency in his note warned the
other man better than any verbalized caution � Basch pulled back almost all the
way, curling fingers around the shaft to squeeze, instead, but Balthier needed
no further aid � completion overwhelmed him with the force of a storm, ecstasy
singing through his frame as he let out a choked, low cry. As he sank down, boneless, to the deck,
guided by strong hands, he noted dimly that Basch had swallowed � long fingers
wiped away excess, then were swiped clean by a pink tongue. He shuddered, and closed his eyes, trying to
exert some control over his breathing.

Eventually, he redid breeches and belts, and straightened
his back, looking up to see Basch watching him enigmatically, on his haunches,
his own need evident but ignored.
Well. That certainly
wasn�t his problem. Balthier managed to
smirk. �I count your debt paid. And just� because I�m feeling generous, I
won�t ask any prying questions about exactly how� you came about the� ah,
ability.�

Basch nodded with almost comical seriousness, seemingly
satisfied, uncurling to his feet. The
slight quirk to his lip (however brief) indicated that the ex-Captain wasn�t
bothered in the least at the rather sordid end to the dramatic dungeon rescue �
he rolled his shoulders, and began to walk, a little stiffly, in the direction
of the single washroom.

Balthier waited until the man was almost out of the common
room, before saying, almost as an afterthought, �Want to know what�s under that
floor plate?�

Basch paused, at the doorway, then chuckled � his answer
made Balthier blink (some serious character revision required, and soon). �I was never interested.�

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