The Status Ailment Series, Part VI
Title: The Status Ailment Series--They Who Thirst Not
Pairing(s): Balthier/Vaan
Rating: PG-13ish...
Warnings: Short! slash, no spoilers
Summary: Balthier doesn't mind K.O. ... unless it involves a certain blond minx
Disclaimer: I do not own the Characters of FFXII, Square Enix does, and neither am i trying to make a profit. le sigh.
Note: This will be the last Status Ailment for awhile, occasionally i'll put out a few more. Now i am currently trying to work out a Chaptered Epic(ish) FFXII Story! WOo! I finally beat the game (9 months later...) and now Epic Fic ideas are spinning through my head... :D
At The Pharos, in They Who Thirst Not...
Pylraster was insanely fast. If Rekken, thought he was fast, he obviously never saw this damn dinosaur. One minute he was chomping Penelo like a Sunday snack, and then snap! His tail slammed into Vaan and the thief went flying like a dirty, limp rag into the trash. And he didn’t move. Neither did Penelo, but he’d let Fran worry over the little desert girl while Basch and Ashe rushed into the fray.
Balthier never minded when people were K.O.-ed. A simple spell or Phoenix Down and they were forced back up, forced to fight after being unconscious a moment before. But the first time he saw Vaan Knocked Out, Balthier felt all his innards squeeze in an unpleasant manner and his palms grew cold and clammy. And that was before they started fucking like bunnies.
This time was no different.
Ashe launched into a Quickening, that would do little good, “I must ... endure!”
Balthier rolled his eyes and stepped out of the battle to let Basch and Ashe waste their MP on a string of Quickens. He wasn’t wasting his precious MP, thank you very much.
Vaan way lying a few paces away, unmoving and barely breathing. A large gash graced his chest when the tail hit his unprotected skin. Balthier grimaced and gathered his magic for a spell. With Vaan, he always used magic when it came to serious injuries. It was warmer, coming back with a spell then the harsh and cold jolt Phoenix Downs always have.
Vaan moaned and opened his eyes. “Whose stupid ass idea was it to go after this stupid Mark?” He groaned and probed his wound.
“That would be your ‘stupid ass’ idea, Pet. I’m glad you finally realize how dumb and time consuming your little ventures into the world of Hunting are. And don’t get me started on the Hunt Club.” Balthier criticized as he hovered over the desert boy.
“I know. But the rewards are so worth it,” he moaned as he remembered the last trinket that he earned. Balthier shook his head at his materialistic little churl. “And I always make it worth your time.” Vaan purred and looked up at the sky pirate through sooty lashes with a ‘fuck me’ pout.
Dirty cheeks, chapped lips, sinful tawny eyes, and delectable body. Balthier wouldn’t have Vaan any other way. “Yes, you do.” Balthier hummed in agreement, he murmured a Curaga that healed the nasty gash right up. “And you owe all of us quite a bit after this Hunt.”
Vaan cocked his head playfully, “and shall I thank them all in the same manner as I do you?” He smiled prettily.
“You let Basch so much as touch your arm in anything but a comrade-ish way, I’ll castrate the good Captain and chain you to my bunk in the Strahl,” Balthier growled and pulled Vaan to his feet.
Vaan’s breath hitched as images played through out his mind. “Could we practice that last bit?” He asked breathlessly.
“Oh don’t you fret my Pet, but first...” Balthier turned to face the Pylraster. Ashe and Basche were still chaining. Somehow. “Give me strength!” Balthier rolled his eyes at Ashe’s melodramatic lines. So he grabbed Vaan for a quick little preview.
Their open mouths mashed together violently. Teeth collide and Vaan’s gums bruised. But that didn’t matter in the intense heat, warring tongues, and Vaan’s helpless moan. Balthier broke off the short kiss, if it could be called that, as the last crackles of Ark Blast faded. He then charged back into battle, energized. Vaan stumbled at first, but followed him back in to the fray as Ashe was struck down.
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I love Quickening. It saved my ass loads of times. I don’t know if you guys have this problem too... My Balthier doesn’t quicken. He does once in a blue moon, or unless I select Quickening from his menu.
Pairing(s): Balthier/Vaan
Rating: PG-13ish...
Warnings: Short! slash, no spoilers
Summary: Balthier doesn't mind K.O. ... unless it involves a certain blond minx
Disclaimer: I do not own the Characters of FFXII, Square Enix does, and neither am i trying to make a profit. le sigh.
Note: This will be the last Status Ailment for awhile, occasionally i'll put out a few more. Now i am currently trying to work out a Chaptered Epic(ish) FFXII Story! WOo! I finally beat the game (9 months later...) and now Epic Fic ideas are spinning through my head... :D
At The Pharos, in They Who Thirst Not...
Pylraster was insanely fast. If Rekken, thought he was fast, he obviously never saw this damn dinosaur. One minute he was chomping Penelo like a Sunday snack, and then snap! His tail slammed into Vaan and the thief went flying like a dirty, limp rag into the trash. And he didn’t move. Neither did Penelo, but he’d let Fran worry over the little desert girl while Basch and Ashe rushed into the fray.
Balthier never minded when people were K.O.-ed. A simple spell or Phoenix Down and they were forced back up, forced to fight after being unconscious a moment before. But the first time he saw Vaan Knocked Out, Balthier felt all his innards squeeze in an unpleasant manner and his palms grew cold and clammy. And that was before they started fucking like bunnies.
This time was no different.
Ashe launched into a Quickening, that would do little good, “I must ... endure!”
Balthier rolled his eyes and stepped out of the battle to let Basch and Ashe waste their MP on a string of Quickens. He wasn’t wasting his precious MP, thank you very much.
Vaan way lying a few paces away, unmoving and barely breathing. A large gash graced his chest when the tail hit his unprotected skin. Balthier grimaced and gathered his magic for a spell. With Vaan, he always used magic when it came to serious injuries. It was warmer, coming back with a spell then the harsh and cold jolt Phoenix Downs always have.
Vaan moaned and opened his eyes. “Whose stupid ass idea was it to go after this stupid Mark?” He groaned and probed his wound.
“That would be your ‘stupid ass’ idea, Pet. I’m glad you finally realize how dumb and time consuming your little ventures into the world of Hunting are. And don’t get me started on the Hunt Club.” Balthier criticized as he hovered over the desert boy.
“I know. But the rewards are so worth it,” he moaned as he remembered the last trinket that he earned. Balthier shook his head at his materialistic little churl. “And I always make it worth your time.” Vaan purred and looked up at the sky pirate through sooty lashes with a ‘fuck me’ pout.
Dirty cheeks, chapped lips, sinful tawny eyes, and delectable body. Balthier wouldn’t have Vaan any other way. “Yes, you do.” Balthier hummed in agreement, he murmured a Curaga that healed the nasty gash right up. “And you owe all of us quite a bit after this Hunt.”
Vaan cocked his head playfully, “and shall I thank them all in the same manner as I do you?” He smiled prettily.
“You let Basch so much as touch your arm in anything but a comrade-ish way, I’ll castrate the good Captain and chain you to my bunk in the Strahl,” Balthier growled and pulled Vaan to his feet.
Vaan’s breath hitched as images played through out his mind. “Could we practice that last bit?” He asked breathlessly.
“Oh don’t you fret my Pet, but first...” Balthier turned to face the Pylraster. Ashe and Basche were still chaining. Somehow. “Give me strength!” Balthier rolled his eyes at Ashe’s melodramatic lines. So he grabbed Vaan for a quick little preview.
Their open mouths mashed together violently. Teeth collide and Vaan’s gums bruised. But that didn’t matter in the intense heat, warring tongues, and Vaan’s helpless moan. Balthier broke off the short kiss, if it could be called that, as the last crackles of Ark Blast faded. He then charged back into battle, energized. Vaan stumbled at first, but followed him back in to the fray as Ashe was struck down.
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I love Quickening. It saved my ass loads of times. I don’t know if you guys have this problem too... My Balthier doesn’t quicken. He does once in a blue moon, or unless I select Quickening from his menu.