Just two short drabbles from the universe of a dark little number titled Prodigal Prize. These were originally written for the unfairly talented Sheffiesharpe and are still, I suppose, for her. Hope you had a happy weekend before the workweek inevitably overcame you, love. ;)
And as always, feedback is glorious and encourages me to write more!
Title: Pithy Possessions
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Characters/Pairings: Noah/Ffamran, Basch/Balthier
Rating: R, Sexual Content, Non-consensual Sexual Situations, Violence
Summary: This is how they began. This was why they were always doomed.
Noah first had the pleasure of tasting Ffamran when he was only a teenager.
The intervening years since have coarsened the texture of Ffamran's skin and added bite to his once warm smile... but has done nothing to dim the pleasure.
Ffamran-- Noah will never call him Balthier unless he must-- was nervous in bed the first time. Noah was his commanding officer and Ffamran was worried to death that displeasing him would mean displeasing his father (and at the time, he could think of no worse fate in the world.) Noah considers it a sign of his compassion that he took charge and ended up all but forcefully sodomizing a sixteen year old child.
Ffamran-- Balthier-- did not. Balthier never will.
Noah will never call him Balthier unless he has to. Balthier will never call Noah-- will never even think to call Noah-- anything other than Judge Magister.
Whenever Basch fucks him, Balthier never kisses him. It reminds him, too much, of that other one, that first night.
Basch minds, of course. How could he not? He doesn't know, yet, what makes Balthier crawl into his bed every time they have a safe place to shelter, every time they can find privacy from the eyes of others, every time they have even a moment to live their own lives. And even more than that, he doesn't know why Balthier so often flinches away from Basch's lips, why he can't stand the touch of Basch's hands around his wrists, why he's never the one to heal Basch in battle when they go down.
Basch likes to believe that maybe Balthier just likes it rough and cold. But then, Basch also likes to think he can stop this charade of a relationship any time. Basch... even he'd be the first to admit that he often lacks insight.
Basch doesn't know and Basch wouldn't want to know what drives Balthier both to him and away every other night. But Basch thinks that as long as Balthier is with him, no matter how fragmented that being with him is, he'll be able to survive.
Basch is too damn much like his brother sometimes.