AU, Penelo and Vaan go clubbing and Vaan meets the man of his dreams. Vaan is 21, Balthier is 26. Two-shot unless I do the morning after, but that depends on reviews and such.

Pairings: Balthier/Vaan, Implied Larsa/Penelo

Warnings: Gay sex and such, but in the next chapter. The usual. PWP?

One last thing before we get started. I don't even know what the Hell this is or where it came from, so if it's shit, I apologize.

Enjoy?

"I don't know about this, Penelo. My ass is practically hanging out of these shorts." I grimaced as I looked in the mirror, taking in the dark blue, tight jean shorts and hot pink tank top she'd all but shoved me into. The tank top sported the words "Fuck Me!" and the way it was cut to show off hips and tummy made me a bit uncomfortable.

"You're always talking about how you're deprived. You'll definitely get some wearing this." She slapped my ass and laughed when I yelped. I turned to glare at her and she only laughed harder. "You're ready, so let's go. Make sure you've got your ID this time."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Okay, mom. Christ, this brings a whole new meaning to the term 'My little sister's jeans'." I dodged a swat to my head and snagged my wallet off the table. Tonight should be interesting, to say the least.

We arrived at one of our favorite spots, Club de Ange, and bypassed the bouncer with a quick flash of our IDs. The music inside was loud and the bass shook the floor. The dance floor was crowded, but not overly so. Many fit bodies were dancing close together, and I glanced at Penelo.

"Drinks first?"

"Oh yeah."

We headed to a table toward the corner, our favorite spot, and slid into the booth. We talked idly for a few minutes as I looked over one of the little menu's they kept at the tables. We ordered our drinks and I scanned the dance floor for anybody interesting... And I definitely found something.

He was fucking hot. He had golden brown hair and a straight nose. Perfect lips and piercing eyes. And that body. "Oh my god," I mumbled, licking my lips. He was a fucking god...

A god that was looking in my direction, a smirk in place on those full lips, body moving rhythmically to the music and just begging me to go over there and glue myself to that toned chest. "Oh my god," I repeated, and Penelo finally looked at me.

"You should go dance with him," she smirked.

"He's totally out of my league, 'Nelo. He's sex on legs and I'm... Me." I made a "blah" face as I gestured at myself.

"Oh shut up, you're hot and you know it, and apparently he knows it, too. Get over there and dance with him. Don't want to disappoint him, do you?"

"I guess not..." I stood slowly, and shot Penelo a smile. "You should find somebody to dance with, too."

"I was thinking about that cute brunette over there, but I think I'll enjoy my drink for now. You go have fun." She winked at me and patted my ass, urging me into motion. I smiled at her and walked toward the dance floor. This oughta be fun.

I looked forward to see his smirk had turned into a predatory grin, and he beckoned me closer when I stopped a few feet from him. I had to remind myself to breathe as I closed the distance. His arm wrapped around my waist as soon as I was close enough, and he pulled me to him.

No words were said as we danced, bodies grinding together sensually. His fingers, long and soft, traced the bare skin of my lower back, a gentle pressure urging me closer. His head dipped down and I felt his lips on my neck, marking my neck. I made a quiet noise of protest.

"Hush, now. You're not going home with anybody tonight other than myself, so it's not a problem... Right?"

Oh my god, his voice! A smooth English drawl, low in my ear. I thought my legs would give out were he not holding me upright, and as if sensing this, his grip on me tightened further. I let my head rest against his chest, thanking whatever unseen force had drawn this man to me.

"Enough of this. Let me take you home," he whispered in my ear, and a moan slipped past my lips. I nodded eagerly, and he smirked against my cheek. "Good. Go back to your girl and tell her you won't be coming home tonight."

He released me and I wavered a moment, steadying myself and walking quickly to my abandoned friend. Or not. The man she was talking about earlier was sitting across from her. From the look on his face, she wouldn't be home tonight either.

I was fairly breathless when I reached the table, and I gripped the edge of it to keep myself steady. We'd only danced and the effect he already had on me... "Leaving with him. Don't wait up. Use a condom." I kissed Penelo's cheek quickly, grabbed my wallet, left her my keys, and all but ran back to the man who was waiting for me.

When I was in range, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and steered my toward the door. As we walked out, the bouncer smiled at me. He was a man I knew well, a blonde by the name of Basch. "Be safe, kid."

I smiled back at him fondly before something rather shiny caught my eye. Was this the man's car!? It was a sleek black Porsche, something that fit the man's personality to a T; expensive, flashy, and oh so good to look at.

He opened the passenger door for me and I slipped inside. The door closed as I settled back into the plush leather, thinking the inside was just as sleek as the outside. The man made a show out of slipping into the driver's seat and smirking at me. He looked so damn perfect in this car.

I nearly jumped as his hand slid onto my thigh, stroking up and down before moving in and settling on my inner thigh. He gave a gentle squeeze and my breath hitched. As soon as it started, it stopped, and his hand slipped away. I forced back the groan of disappointment.

"What's your name?"

It suddenly hit me that I was about to go home with a man whose name I didn't even know; what surprised me is that I didn't care. "It's Vaan," I smiled at him. "Yours?"

"Balthier."

Why was everything about him so damn perfect? Face, body, voice, car... name. I repeated it, loving the way it felt on my tongue. I wonder what else I'd get to feel on my tongue tonight. My own thoughts made me blush.

I paid no attention to where we were going, dangerous were he some psycho murderer, as my eyes were glued to his face. I got a good look at him under the night lights of the city, averting my gaze when he glanced at me, his ever-present smirk widening. Gorgeous bastard.

I spent the rest of the ride staring out the window, glancing at him occasionally, often to find him looking right back at me with those amber eyes.

I gazed up at the model of a man above me, my back pressed against silk sheets. The trip from his car, into his apartment, and into the bedroom a bit of a blur between the heated kisses and frenzied touches. I was pinned below him before I knew it, but I certainly wasn't complaining.

His fingers danced lightly over my stomach, and I couldn't help but laugh a little. I could see the smile playing on his lips and I knew this was going to be a long, pleasant night.

Author

Hon hon hon. e u e; Next part will be posted up whenever I feel like it. (Probably in like the next hour or so, given the fact that I can't sleep for shit.

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