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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_XII
  Relationship:
      Basch_fon_Ronsenburg/Vaan
  Character:
      Basch_fon_Ronsenburg, Vaan_(Ivalice_Alliance)
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, Community:_kink_bingo
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-15 Words: 521
****** In which beauty lies ******
by hakubo
Summary
     There was a time Vaan hated Basch, thought him a traitor, thought him
     old and lost and never forgiven and easily forgotten.
Notes
     Possibly some vague spoilers for the games.
     Written for the "age difference" square for kink bingo
When Vaan thinks about it he is certain it all began with sword practice.
They had a day's rest and they all needed all the practice they could get so
they camped out in one of the safer corners of the Estersand and did just that.
Ashe was being her usual aloof self, Balthier trained with Penelo, Fran gave
comments from the sidelines and Vaan... Vaan only remembers the sound of heavy
breathing, grunts and breathless laughter. He only remembers the smell of
sunburned sand, warm metal and sweat. He only remembers parted dry lips, beads
of sweat on flushed skin, sharp grins, strong hands and long callused fingers.
He remembers the burning muscles and focus so sharp nothing could ever compare,
not any fight they had before and no fight that came after.
Vaan only remembers Basch.
*
The beauty of Basch isn't in his physical appearance even though he is a
beautiful man, tall and lean, all suntanned skin and bright, focused eyes.
His beauty is in his experience, the nineteen years that stretch between him
and Vaan, the unfaltering loyalty toward Dalmasca, the easy confidence in which
he moves in a fight that always has the ability to reduce Vaan to staring open
mouthed like a child.
It's in the way Basch never treated him like a child, even when he was acting
like a brat, the way he never took anything more than Vaan wanted to give and
gave everything he had in return, even the parts that belonged to Dalmasca, to
Larsa, to Noah.
But most of all it's in the way Basch kissed him the first time in the middle
of Ogir-Yensa, all heat and desperation. It's in the way Basch buries his
fingers in Vaan's hair as he fucks his mouth, In the way he fucks Vaan against
any and all available surfaces the second they have a moment for themselves,
knowing exactly how hard to push, how to tease, how to hurt, how to please, how
to make Vaan beg and kneel for him and Vaan gives him everything. Vaan gives up
everything and gets so lost in Basch he will never find a way out.
*
For Vaan the most fascinating, the most attractive part of Basch's body are the
scars. There are so many, memories carved in flesh, years mapped on skin. Vaan
loves tracing each and every one with his lips, his tongue, feeling the
puckered, smooth skin and each time he tries to decipher what each one
represents, which battle, at what point in Basch's life. He fails, but still
does it again and again and again because Basch lets him, because Basch needs
him to do it.
Needs him.
*
There was a time Vaan hated Basch, thought him a traitor, thought him old and
lost and never forgiven and easily forgotten. Now, Vaan will follow wherever
Basch leads, trust himself and everything and everyone he loves in Basch's
hands.
And he will gladly be on his knees for him, letting Basch take and take and
take because Vaan has a lot to give and Basch deserves all he can get.
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