Final Fantasy XII (Basch/Balthier)
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kinkfestAuthor/Artist: Anya
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Bondage kink
Word count: 1,368
Summary: Balthier demonstrates his trust in Basch.
A/N: This needed research. XD;; The prompt was: Shibari bondage - "Few delights can equal the mere presence of one whom we trust utterly." - George MacDonald
[A/N: Posting on Australian time, it's now October 1 842am..]
A tutorial in confidence
The rasp of smooth, pliable hemp was a continuous whisper in the room, and despite the window left open to invite the stiff Balfonheim breeze, Basch was already sweating as he looped the last length of rope carefully around one outstretched ankle to a bedpost, his palms clammy. He wiped them cursorily on his shorts, and realized that his fingers were icy from his nerves: as he splayed them on the sky pirate’s bound thighs, Balthier hissed, and the silky, corded muscle under his hands jumped, skittish and sensitive.
The skin of the pirate’s inner thighs wais baby soft, smooth under his sword-roughened palms as he drew them down, over the soft rope wreathing Balthier’s knees, the tips of his left hand brushing briefly against the coarser edges of the long scar that ran up from the pirate’s outer thigh to his hip. Balthier’s purr deepened as Basch’s hands massaged bolder circles up his thighs, then the throaty sound whispered into a soft groan when he stopped, just below the lengths of rope encircling Balthier’s legs. The ropes caught Balthier loosely around the neck and split into two, one pulling his left thigh up close to his body, though not uncomfortably so; the other stretching down to encircle his prick, such that any move would tug on swollen flesh.
Balthier’s wrists were bound tight behind his back, and he had never looked so vulnerable. Basch swallowed. He had known that he would not be able to finish this form of play, not to either of their satisfactions. It was too much unlike him, just to take.
But immobilized as this, the sky pirate’s grin remained too self-assured for Basch’s liking: Balthier arched his body slightly, as though testing the ropes, and his moan from the friction that brought his prick was too loud to be entirely unfeigned, but Basch had to bite down on his own lip to hide his response. It was a show for his benefit, and indeed, Basch had no idea previously that this form of play existed: the use of soft ropes without knots to bind a partner in a way to give them pleasure.
“You’ve done this before,” he murmured, planting his palms on the sheets to either side of the pirate’s trussed frame, and nibbling at the soft skin of Balthier’s neck, just above the bindings, ignoring the insistent throbbing between his own legs.
Balthier shrugged, as much as he could within his restraints. “Very rarely. I trust few people this utterly.”
Basch blushed, knowing he was ruining the moment by doing so, and then he had to kiss Balthier, cupping the younger man’s skull and parting his lips to his tongue, sucking, chasing the traces of the wine they had enjoyed before the sky pirate had talked Basch into this particular ‘lesson’. Basch arched his body closer, to press his clothed erection between the pirate’s spread thighs, felt Balthier shudder against him and groan into his mouth, felt lashes flutter against his cheek, and his chest tensed, aching dully. A breath, and he had to taste him again, and Basch knew he had long succumbed to this addiction. Balthier’s perfect beauty, youth and wit intimidated him: his hands soon turned hesitant, clumsy over supple flanks, groping for his partner’s pleasure, leaning heavily on his elbow, trying to focus on the ache.
When he finally let up, Balthier’s smirk, at least, was fading, and those wicked caramel eyes were dazed, soft lips reddened, his breath coming in shallow pants. “Basch-”
“Not yet,” Basch steeled himself against temptation, pressing a kiss to Balthier’s jaw, and began to work himself downwards. The white curve of a thin scar under the collarbone received a tracing lick, a kiss; the roughening old tissue (a gunshot wound, perhaps) on the underside of his right arm, a nuzzle. Balthier shifted, tensed, his breathing hitching a little higher, as Basch tugged gently and playfully at a nipple with his teeth.
“My sanity has a limit,” Balthier’s spoke only after a long, strained moment, his voice gratifyingly tense, as Basch took his time to taste and pebble the reddening flesh with his tongue. The sky pirate let out a low whine, when Basch’s answer was an unhurried roll of his hips up against his rump, and a reproachful nip.
“You said this was supposed to be a lesson in confidence,” Basch grinned innocently, as Balthier gave voice to an invective so filthy that even a fishwife would have blushed.
“Revenge?”
“Quite.” Another nip, and Basch shifted lower, resting his cheek against Balthier’s navel, the soft rope taut against his cheekbone, flicking his tongue briefly against the tip of the pirate’s bound prick. The pirate yelped, jerking ineffectively and instinctively against his restraints.
“Basch!”
Desperation sounded good on Balthier. The sky pirate was struggling to hold on to his customary composure, hissing and arching, tugging against the ropes holding him in place, as Basch began to press sucking kisses over the visible skin, dragging his tongue over the thick, weeping head, over the pearly beads that leaked from the tip. So absorbed was he that Basch barely heard Balthier’s cries, save for the final low moan, that broke at the very end. Concerned, he looked up sharply: Balthier’s eyes were tightly shut, his teeth clenched.
“Are you hurt?” Basch sat up quickly, cupped Balthier’s cheek with his palm, his other hand searching for the wrap of rope near the small of the pirate’s back that would loosen and free him.
Instantly, Balthier snapped his eyes open, and even managed a lopsided smirk. “Weren’t you learning something, Basch?”
“I think I’ve had enough of ‘learning’,” Basch muttered, as he worked Balthier free. Two pairs of hands made dismantling the arrangement far faster than it had taken him, nervous and careful, to bind Balthier under the pirate’s sharp-tongued direction. Balthier stretched when the lengths of rope were discarded off the bed, arching luxuriously and grinding his hips down against Basch’s, wrapping his legs in a cross over Basch’s back.
“The few persons I’ve had cause to allow myself to be bound in such a way by were far more appreciative,” Balthier said, and he was only partially playful, though he bucked his hips eagerly enough when Basch wrapped his long fingers over his prick, threading his fingers over the ex-knight’s unruly sandy hair and scarred shoulders as Basch leant down to a tangle of tongues, holding in the sudden impulse to laugh. Balthier’s poorly hidden surprise was almost indignant.
“Would it not be better to demonstrate what confidence I’ve learned via ceasing to obey your will?” Basch inquired, as he groped for the vial of oil scattered somewhere on the sheets.
The sky pirate sniffed, though he began to rock against Basch as the older man rolled his hips, this time more roughly. “Barbarian. The point is also to appreciate the aestheticism of such play, as well as demonstrate trust.”
“I’ve no need of a demonstration.” Basch turned his attention to Balthier’s ears. He loved how the warmed metal tasted, caught between the pirate’s skin and his tongue, how the shape of the metal felt between his lips, loved how Balthier would gasp and squirm, how his fingers would tighten over Basch’s shoulders.
“After all,” he breathed, into the shell of the ear he was attending to, “If a person needs another to prove his trust, then he doesn’t trust the other person at all, does he?”
“And,” Basch added, when Balthier seemed poised to argue, and this more playfully, “I am sure that I am more than capable of satisfying you without resorting to unnecessary complexities.”
“Feh.” Balthier smirked, though a hand slid lower, to tug down the hem of his shorts, “I’m beginning to despair of making you a civilized man.”
“Perversion is not the same as civility. At least, it was not so in Landis.”
“Such cheek! And men call me the rogue of the party.” A laugh, from either, and warm palms were pulling insistently at his shoulders, tugging him down to close the circle of this embrace.
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Date: 2007-10-01 04:52 am (UTC)And, for once, no Basch abuse at all! Astonishing! ::hugs unbruis-ed Basch::
“Perversion is not the same as civility. At least, it was not so in Landis.”
For this line, you win EVERYTHING.
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Date: 2007-10-01 08:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-01 03:10 pm (UTC)Balthier: "Infringe, infringe already!"
You hadn't finished the game when you were first writing? Tsk tsk, but amazing. I hadn't realised, and usually I spot shoddy fic. Good on you!
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Date: 2007-10-01 03:46 pm (UTC)My squee for you has reached new heights.
Date: 2007-10-03 05:28 am (UTC)Re: My squee for you has reached new heights.
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Date: 2007-10-01 12:54 pm (UTC)Nice work!
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Date: 2007-10-05 05:42 am (UTC)I've been in hospital and haven't been able to do it but I will just as soon as I get my life back.
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Date: 2007-10-01 11:55 pm (UTC)I love the implications of each character's thoughts on perversion and civility and where exactly this kind of play lies between them. So much love. ♥
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Date: 2007-10-02 04:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 02:04 am (UTC)It's so lovely.
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Date: 2007-10-02 04:04 am (UTC)