On Protecting One's Rear [Larsa/Vaan, PG-15]
Title: On Protecting One's Rear
Pairing: Larsa/Vaan
Written for: draklor
Prompt: Rear guard (lololol) or Rogue tomato. or BOTH!
Word Count: 524
“Gods, Larsa, watch where you’re- ahhh... little lower... “ Vaan shuddered, squirming under the Archadian boy’s touch. “Really, Vaan, you needn’t be like that. I know what I’m doing, just trust me.” Larsa spoke, his fingers working out the tension from the Dalmascan’s shoulders. “Honestly, how is it that you manage to get yourself into these situations?” Clicking his tongue, the young lord poked at a pressure point, causing his companion to jump and yelp.
Vaan grumbled and shifted beneath Larsa. “Look, it’s not my fault; the damn thing snuck up on me from behind. It wasn’t like I wanted to get hurt!” Really, it had been sheer recklessness on Vaan’s part. As most of the party knew, he had a tendency to jump headlong into any sort of conflict, without thinking of the consequences first, or even attempting a strategy. It was enough to make Larsa want to pull his own hair out, especially considering all the military and strategic training that he’d gone through in his short life.
This carefree, or careless behavior often left Vaan injured at best, and at worst... well... Basch had needed to carry the boy’s unconscious form to a safe place more than once so Penelo or Ashe could heal him. This time, it hadn’t been so bad. A few deep cuts from a coeurl’s claws marked his back and shoulders, which Penelo had dealt with swiftly. Her magicks had dealt with the immediate danger of the cuts and prevented them from bleeding him dry, but still a dull ache remained. Larsa was currently spreading a topical curative over the sore areas.
Tracing the lines of Vaan’s muscles with delicate fingers, Larsa frowned. “Well, I suppose now that I have you here, it’s as good a time as any to teach you the importance of a rear guard,” The blonde looked back over his shoulder and arched an eyebrow, scowling only just a little. “A what?” Larsa threw up his hands at that and heaved a rather heavy sigh.
“Tell me... do you have eyes in the back of your head, Vaan?” Larsa began, his fingers slowly working lower down the other’s back. “What kind of dumb question is that?” The blond asked. “Just answer me. This is serious.” After a moment of grumbling swear words in every language he could manage to remember, Vaan shook his head. “No, Larsa, I don’t have eyes in the back of my head.”
His hands trailed lower still, and Vaan wondered idly where exactly they were headed. “The purpose of a rear guard...” The boy began, smiling slowly, “is to make sure that what you can’t see remains safe... untouched.” His hands, still slicked with the curative, ventured beneath the fabric wrapped around Vaan’s middle and pressed against his skin.
“...Uhhhhh... Larsa? What are you...” He choked on his words as the hands traveled lower, and there was a soft murmur at his ear. When had Larsa pressed against him like that, the boy’s chest flush against Vaan’s back?
“Is it not obvious? I’m trying to evaluate how well you’ve guarded your rear in the past.” Larsa smirks. Vaan moans.
Pairing: Larsa/Vaan
Written for: draklor
Prompt: Rear guard (lololol) or Rogue tomato. or BOTH!
Word Count: 524
“Gods, Larsa, watch where you’re- ahhh... little lower... “ Vaan shuddered, squirming under the Archadian boy’s touch. “Really, Vaan, you needn’t be like that. I know what I’m doing, just trust me.” Larsa spoke, his fingers working out the tension from the Dalmascan’s shoulders. “Honestly, how is it that you manage to get yourself into these situations?” Clicking his tongue, the young lord poked at a pressure point, causing his companion to jump and yelp.
Vaan grumbled and shifted beneath Larsa. “Look, it’s not my fault; the damn thing snuck up on me from behind. It wasn’t like I wanted to get hurt!” Really, it had been sheer recklessness on Vaan’s part. As most of the party knew, he had a tendency to jump headlong into any sort of conflict, without thinking of the consequences first, or even attempting a strategy. It was enough to make Larsa want to pull his own hair out, especially considering all the military and strategic training that he’d gone through in his short life.
This carefree, or careless behavior often left Vaan injured at best, and at worst... well... Basch had needed to carry the boy’s unconscious form to a safe place more than once so Penelo or Ashe could heal him. This time, it hadn’t been so bad. A few deep cuts from a coeurl’s claws marked his back and shoulders, which Penelo had dealt with swiftly. Her magicks had dealt with the immediate danger of the cuts and prevented them from bleeding him dry, but still a dull ache remained. Larsa was currently spreading a topical curative over the sore areas.
Tracing the lines of Vaan’s muscles with delicate fingers, Larsa frowned. “Well, I suppose now that I have you here, it’s as good a time as any to teach you the importance of a rear guard,” The blonde looked back over his shoulder and arched an eyebrow, scowling only just a little. “A what?” Larsa threw up his hands at that and heaved a rather heavy sigh.
“Tell me... do you have eyes in the back of your head, Vaan?” Larsa began, his fingers slowly working lower down the other’s back. “What kind of dumb question is that?” The blond asked. “Just answer me. This is serious.” After a moment of grumbling swear words in every language he could manage to remember, Vaan shook his head. “No, Larsa, I don’t have eyes in the back of my head.”
His hands trailed lower still, and Vaan wondered idly where exactly they were headed. “The purpose of a rear guard...” The boy began, smiling slowly, “is to make sure that what you can’t see remains safe... untouched.” His hands, still slicked with the curative, ventured beneath the fabric wrapped around Vaan’s middle and pressed against his skin.
“...Uhhhhh... Larsa? What are you...” He choked on his words as the hands traveled lower, and there was a soft murmur at his ear. When had Larsa pressed against him like that, the boy’s chest flush against Vaan’s back?
“Is it not obvious? I’m trying to evaluate how well you’ve guarded your rear in the past.” Larsa smirks. Vaan moans.