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Illusions	By : VegaKapera Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XII Views: 997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Basch or Balthier nor any other thing related to Final Fantasy XII, I write this for my own pleasure and make no money from it

Chapter List
- 1-Illustions
- 2-Illusions. Part II
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Title: Illusion Part II
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Arc: The Courage of Being Free
Chapter: 12.
Follows: Illusion. Part I

Characters: Basch, Baltheir
Pairing: Basch/Balthier
Rating: R

Notes/Warnings: Yaoi, men having sex, anal, kissing, brief hand job, PWP (it IS part II). Don't choke on the fluff.
P.s. Basch reveals what that oven mitt is for. Originally posted on LJ.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XII or Basch or Balthier. This is not written for profit.
Baltheir�s hands may be cold but his mouth is so blissfully warm and his tongue drives Basch towards madness with its tender administrations. He begins to lean into the kiss, gently pressing their chests together. Balthier holds his hand still and his thumb mimics the movements of his tongue as it dances across Basch�s pulse.

They are both short of breath when their lips finally part, both desperately trying to read the other�s expression before either moving forward or taking a step back. The pirate is, unsurprisingly, the first to speak.

�That was unexpected�� He smiled and his smile is warm, so unlike the cocky grin he often delivers. �Though I am not complaining. Not in the slightest.�

Basch closes his eyes for a brief moment, struggling to find words that will explain without destroying. The pirate�s hands move to caress his forearms and Basch knows that he must speak now, before he surrenders to what he has so long fought.

�Balthier.� He manages and is pleased that it did not come out as a moan, not yet anyhow. �Before we progress��

�Go on.� The taller man�s voice is steady and calm, and it is comforting.

�Would you be offended if I ask that this�� he swallows and says what must be said �is for one night only?�

Balthier looks at him for what seems to be an eternal moment before he replies.

�Not at all. It will make matters less complicated for us both.� Balthier smiles at Basch�s evident relief. �Now, if you don�t object I would very much approve if you used those agile lips for something more pleasant than conversation.�

He obeys. Balthier tastes good and Basch wonders silently how he can taste the very smell of gunpowder on Balthier�s tongue, he has never before encountered a scent that has its own taste. Balthier�s hands come to rest on Basch�s hips, the gentle massage rubbing Basch of such abstract thoughts before the pirate suddenly pulls.

Basch falls forward, pinning the pirate against the pillar and yet Balthier moans around their tongues. Balthier�s body is warm, inviting and hard against his own and Basch�s chest is aching with want and desire, sensations that soon migrate to another part of his anatomy.

It has been far too long since he felt another desire him so completely, an eternity since a growing bulge pressed against his hip and far too long since he gave himself so completely.

Balthier�s hands move from hips to chest, caressing the already exposed flesh before he begins to work on Basch�s vest.

�Before we progress�� Balthier�s voice is full of mischief as soon as they break their heated kiss and Basch is forced to bite back a pleading moan. �This has been on my mind for the longest of time and I simply have to ask.�

�What?� Basch manages to breathe while he turns his attention to the pirate�s amused eyes instead of to swollen lips or an exposed neck despite how tempting that might be.

�What the hell is this thing?�

Basch bursts out laughing before he can help it and has to bite Balthier�s shoulder to muffle the sound. White clad shoulders shake but all Basch hears is a silent chuckle while the pirate watches him regain control of himself.

�It�s leather. For the shoulder armor. Covers my shoulders.� Basch nibbles Balthier�s neck between each phrase. �Full of magicks. Different colors mean different magicks. Helped me recover. Happy?�

�Extremely.� Balthier pulls him up for another mind numbing kiss. �I thought you just lacked all sense of style.�

�Vossler gave me these clothes.� Basch playfully argues.

�Basch.� Balthier pulls back and his face is suddenly deadly serious. �Never accept clothes from someone who wears purple shorts.�

Basch smacks his arm lightly to rid him of that grin that suddenly adorns his lips but Basch is laughing too.

�Allow me to ask one final question, Balthier.�

�Go on.�

�How on earth am I supposed to get you out of that vest?�

Balthier shows him and they are silent after that, save for the occasional moan when one sucks on the other�s skin or a grunt when their erections press together. They speak only when they have rid themselves of as much clothing as they dare remove. Basch knows that they do not have much time before his shift is over and he can feel his own growing impatience despite his best efforts to take it slow.

�Baltheir.� He whispers, realizing that he likes speaking it perhaps a little too much. It seems he manages to communicate despite his lack of words because Balthier plants one final kiss on his lips before he speaks.

�Prepare me. Please.� Balthier turns around, grinding his hips into Basch.

Basch moans and he isn�t certain if it�s because of the words or the pirate�s actions, he doesn�t think he wants to know why Balthier�s smallest gestures affects him so. He peels Balthier�s leathers down, stopping when they reach the middle of muscled thighs.

�How much do you need?�

Balthier hums in thought before he rolls his hips back again, pressing back against Basch�s impossibly hard length. Basch moans again, slightly confused when Balthier grabs his hand before he realizes that Balthier is� sizing him up and calculating. Something about Balthier�s practical approach makes him blush.

�Some. It has been a while.� Balthier�s breaths are slightly shallow and that tells Basch just how long it has actually been for the pirate. �Two will be enough, if you do it well.�

Basch wishes that they had been able to use something other than saliva for this but there might be questions if they use an ether (potions were useless for this as they were far too free flowing) and since Balthier doesn�t seem to mind�

When his index finger moves past the ring of muscle, Basch wonders if he has finally gone mad. To think he asked for this not to happen again, what man would refuse to even see if this would be offered to him a second time?

Balthier adjusts nicely to his finger, making small noises whenever Basch�s fingertip brushes against that bundle of nerves and yet it is Basch who moans when the pirate�s muscles massage his finger. Balthier chuckles softly at the sound.

�More.�

Basch is simply very happy to oblige.
It feels wonderful to have someone shiver and moan under his touch and every movement and sound Balthier makes goes straight down to his own cock. He rests his head against warm shoulders, lazily licking the skin and admiring how it looks in the strange light. The moon is out and the fog and mist runs thick. It's one of those nights when its impossible to tell what is real from what he thinks is real.

"Basch." Balthier breathes and turns his head to capture Basch's lips again even if he mumbles against them. "I'm no virgin, I can take it now."

"I don't want it to be uncomfortable for you." Basch withdraws his fingers anyhow.

"Believe me, you aren't. If you had done anything I did not like, you would have been laying on the ground seeing astral constellations by now." Balthier nibbles at Basch's lips while his hands claw on the stone pillar. "I need you inside me, now. Wouldn't want for us to get cold, would we?"

He fights the urge to say a thing or two about constellations but he can't seem to remember that when Balthier smiles and grinds his hips back against the knight. Basch steadies himself with his hand and gently pushes.

It's been way too long since he last experienced this, he's almost forgotten the feeling. The heat is overwhelming and the pirate is ridiculously tight around his shaft. How did he survive years without this?

"Are you alright?" Basch asks when he pauses, as soon as he is buried deep within the other man.

"Yes." Balthier hisses. "...Or I will be, Gods, in a little while. Talk to me, it makes it easier if I can listen to something."

"It's been a while for me too... Since before my imprisonment. I didn't realize how much I've missed it until now." Basch kisses Balthier's shoulders and neck, his hand moving to play with one of the pirate's nipples. "I was certain that I would remain celibate until this journey is over, until my task is complete, thinking I could trust no one. But then you came along, a shameless pirate with a silver tongue and will of steel. You present yourself as irresistible and you play this part so well that it becomes impossible not to be drawn to you. You gave me a chance, you put your faith in me when no one else would and though I know how stupid it is to do so, I trust you. Even if this is only for tonight..."

Balthier pushes away from the wall, supporting himself on his hands rather than his elbows. There is something in those amber eyes that Basch can't quite read when the pirate looks back to study his face. Their next kiss is impossibly tender for this, something that should not be shared by two companions seeking to release the pressure. Balthier gently motions for him to move, using hips and a hand that leaves the cold stone long enough to speak what the pirate's mouth is too busy to say.

They don't have the luxury of time and even if they'd had it, Basch doubts they would have lasted very long. It takes only a few minutes for Balthier to begin to tighten around him and it is so blissfully warm and tight and simply too much. His hand is desperate on Balthier's cock and he thinks he'll burn if he doesn't come soon. Balthier's moans are just as needy as his own, and Basch's name sounds wonderful when it's spoken like that. It's too much.

He bites Balthier's shoulder and the pirate stifles a scream as he reaches his climax, hot seed coating Basch's hand and legs threatening to give out under them. He quickens the pace when Balthier manages to force out a "don't hold back" and it only takes a minute before his world explodes before his eyes.

Basch doesn't feel it when his legs give out but suddenly there is snow melting against his knees. Balthier sinks down in front of him, his back now turned so that he can rest against the pillar, eyes closed as he regains control of his breathing.

"And I who thought running around the world chasing monsters had me in good shape." Balthier laughs, short of breath still.

"It would. If you hadn't been lazy enough to wield a gun." Basch laughs too while he dresses himself slowly, more exhausted than he wants to admit.

Balthier shakes his head before he steals another kiss, tenderly closing the straps on Basch's vest and tugging at the protective leather, sighing in annoyance. Basch laughs silently.

"Let us wake Vaan, it's his turn to freeze out here." He says and gives Balthier one final kiss before they once again become companions and friends instead of accidental lovers.

The morning is a pleasant one and conversation is easy. Basch is relieved to see that nothing appears to have changed between him and Balthier, the friendly banter is still there and so are the caring insults. Fran doesn't make a comment about how loud humes are and no one complains about having lost sleep. He's quite certain that the night will have passed unnoticed by anyone but the two directly involved.

He believes that until Vaan flashes him a wide grin and after making certain that no one is watching, gives him thumbs up and winks before returning to his breakfast.
To his own surprise, he doesn't blush.
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