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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_XII
  Relationship:
      Kytes/Larsa_Ferrinas_Solidor
  Character:
      Kytes, Larsa_Ferrinas_Solidor, Balthier
  Additional Tags:
      Shota, Underage_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2008-05-05 Words: 2337
****** The Prince And I ******
by littleartemis
Summary
     Kytes only wanted to show Larsa around Rabanastre during the groups
     stop there for supplies. He did not expect things to end like this.
Notes
     Kytes is 8, Larsa is 12, you have been warned.
“Vaan! Vaan! Have you seen the new hunts! Tomaj just posted them up this
morning!” The little dalmascan orphan ran up to his friend, bag dragging behind
him. Tomaj followed behind, giving the blond an apologetic look. Grabbing the
tan hand, the little boy dragged Vaan over to the board, ignoring the Sandsea
owner’s exasperated sighs.
Quietly, the team followed behind Vaan, as he approached the board, Balthier
was closest behind, eyeing the board over the thief’s shoulder. “We could sign
up for each, though we’d need to prepare thoroughly. Luckily, these aren’t like
the clan hunts. With certain people with us, we’d need to take a long time
preparing.” He murmured quietly, a hand on the teens shoulder.
“Aye,” nodding, the captain approached the three, Larsa at his side, eying the
little dalmascan warily. Kytes meanwhile had his eyes on the pirate, brown eyes
wide.
“Are you a sky pirate?!” the boy breathed out, mouth a gape. Tomaj quickly
covered his mouth, hissing at him;
“Hush Kytes! Imperials may be listening…”
“Perhaps,” Balthier pulled Tomaj’s hand from the boy’s mouth, smiling softly.
Vaan was grinning proudly behind the man, arms crossed over his chest. “Maybe
if you be a good boy, I’ll take you for a ride in my airship.”
“Oh! I will be!” Nodding, Kytes danced on the spot joyfully.
“May we continue? The lady and I have an appointment in Mount BurOmisce to
fulfill.” Larsa spoke coldly, jealous eyes focused on Kytes. Sighing, Balthier
pulled him over, holding the Prince’s chin in his hands. Dark brown eyes bore
into the child’s own, neither backing down.
“You will apologize for being rude. While you may be of high stature that is no
way to speak to anyone. Especially someone who is only trying to be nice.” He
dug his nails into the boy’s cheeks as Larsa merely glared.
Crying out, the young child pulled at the pirates hands. “I’m sorry! I’m
sorry!” as the pirate dropped him, he sat on the ground, hugging his knees to
his chest.
“I am going to get a drink. Fran? Basch? Lady? Would you care to join me?”
Balthier nodded as they followed, Tomaj scuttling after.
Giving the Prince an apologetic look, Penelo left with Vaan to talk to the
petitioners. Kneeling next to Larsa, Kytes looked him in the eyes. “Are you
okay? It looked like what he did hurt. I can take you to my hideaway if you
want. We have lots of things there that help cheer people up!” He grinned
brightly as he took the bigger boy’s hand, helping him off the ground. Ignoring
the odd look the prince gave him, he dragged him out of the Sandsea, headed for
the low town stairs. “C’mon! Filo and I got it of a boy whose father owned it.
It’s abandoned, and no one uses it but me and the other kids. It’s our little
pirate club!” The boy rambled on as he dragged the prince, barely even noticing
how he rolled his eyes.
“Why are you doing this? You barely even know me. Where I’m from, or even what
my name is…” Larsa was completely confused; he’d never met someone so friendly.
The archadian children were known for their rudeness. This Dalmascan boy was
being so kind…considerate. It was odd to be dragged along in such a manner.
Stopping for a moment at the bottom of the stairs, Kytes eyes widened. “Oh! I’m
sorry! I’m Kytes! One of Vaan’s friends! I grew up with him.” He grinned
brightly, playing with his bag. “And you are?”
Larsa was silent for a moment, not knowing if he should tell the truth.
Dragging his foot on the floor shyly, he whispered; “Larsa Solidor, from
Archades…I helped Vaan save Penelo…”
“Really?!” The prince’s eyes went wide as the little boy took him into a tight
hug. “Thank you! Migelo’s so happy to know she’s safe! I never knew an
Archadian could be so nice! Not even a member of the Royal family! But I guess
I was wrong!” The cheerful boy then went to dragging him again. “I really have
to show you our little hideaway now! We find so many cool things and stash ‘em
there!”
He was dragged into an empty, shabby little wear house, where books and items
were strewn about the floor. Kytes pushed it all aside as he looked about, his
little bottom wiggling in the air as he cleaned up all their things. “I guess
everyone’s out pirating. Filo’s really determined to become one when she’s
older! I hope that guy stays around long enough for her to meet him. The only
ones around here are retired, which is a bummer. They keep on saying about how
we should not get into pirating.”
“I am still unsure of how I feel about pirates, though I am grateful for
Balthier’s acceptance of me. While I am sure he’s unhappy about my lying about
my name to him, and his group.” Larsa stared at the floor, picking up a few
books, and placing them in their proper place on the shelf. Dusting off the
table, he sat on it, watching the child run about the little hide away, placing
things in order, a blush on his cheeks at the mess of their place.
Never had the young Dalmascan ever expected royalty to be in his groups hide
away. He thought the Archadian’s didn’t care for his country, and that the
Dalmascan royalty was dead. On one of those points he knew he was wrong. On the
other, he was unsure, the rumours going about, saying the Princess Ashelia was
alive. “I’m sorry it’s such a mess. It’s usually just my friends and I in
here…” he murmured softly, placing some of their toys in a chest in the corner.
“It’s okay…” Feeling sorry for him, the Prince climbed off the table, stepping
over to the boy, and raising his tear soaked chin up. Blushing, he hugged the
boy, not liking to see him cry. “I don’t mind…it’s your special place,
right...?” His lips brushed against the boy’s ear, nuzzling him comfortingly.
A small whine escaped the little orphan’s lips as Larsa licked his ear by
accident. The Prince jump, as he’d only been licking his own lips out of
nervous habit, only to have his tongue accidentally fall upon the boy’s flesh.
Pulling back, he was about to apologize, when the child pulled him closer
again, begging for it to be done again. “P-please, do it again! That f-felt
good…” Small hips rubbed up against his leg, and Larsa blushed feeling
something stiff within the orphan’s trousers. He’d encountered such things
before, once after Gabranth had accidentally encountered Drace in the shower;
another time himself, while sneaking a peek of Penelo in changing for a shower.
“K-Kytes…we shouldn’t…” he gasped, feeling the small, frail arms wrap about
him, holding him close. “K-Kytes? We’re too young to be doing this sort of
thing…”
“P-please…Larsa…it f-feels strange…and hurts…” the boy whimpered, his lips
grazing against the Prince’s gasping ones. His hands wandered down into the
older boy’s pants, stroking a length as hard as his own. He’d seen Tomaj do
this to plenty of men who’d come seeking his ‘services’. He was known as the
Rabanastran whore, though he didn’t know why. Tomaj seemed normal too him.
A small cry escaped Larsa as he fell back, Kytes lying atop him, hand still
within the other boy’s pants. He began to remove the royal’s clothing, giving
an experimental lick to the head of the Prince’s erect penis. When the black
haired boy moaned in delight, he moved on, working till the twelve year old was
fully naked before him, writhing and sweating.
Gasping, Larsa gave a dark look to his companion, not liking how the younger
one was in charge of his pleasure. Snarling he tackled the nine year old,
knocking him onto his back. “If we are to be doing this, it will be my way,
orphan!” He roughly began to remove the boy’s clothing, listening to the
pitiful moans coming from beneath him. Taking the small length into his hand,
he began rubbing his hand along it, stroking it as if it were a pet. With the
boy now naked, he kissed, and sucked on the bare neck, biting gently on it.
His nails clawing at the Prince’s back, Kytes whimpered, bucking his hips. The
strange feeling was growing more intense with every move the older boy made,
every touch. Fingers were moving down to caress his nipples, and he blushed,
he’d only ever been touched there once by a soldier that Tomaj called a
pervert. He didn’t know what it meant, but if this was what it meant, it
mustn’t be bad. It felt good to have his skin stroked as if it were Larsa’s
life line to sanity. “Feels so good…” the boy spoke breathlessly, head lying
back limply as the older boy dominated him.
Nodding, Larsa moved so his older cock was in the Dalmascan’s face, taking the
lighter haired boy’s one into his own mouth. Moaning into the smaller penis, he
could feel his own getting taken hesitantly into Kytes’s mouth, as he’d
expected. The boy wouldn’t pass up a chance to please him, and this was the
perfect chance, as his own was in the Prince’s mouth. The orphan was imitating
every move the older boy made on his hardness, in between moans and gasps of
pleasure, whimpering as the Archadian took his tiny ball sac into hand, rolling
it in the palm of his hand.
Gasps poured from his lips, quickly turning into fretful whimpers as the
Prince’s fingers slid down to his anus, sliding slowly into the boy’s virgin
hole; one first, than another, using his own saliva to slicken the entrance.
Kytes couldn’t cry out, with the older boy’s penis stuffed in his mouth. And
when it was pulled out, he made a confused sound, startled when the Archadian
rolled him over onto his stomach.
His hips were lifted into the air, wiggling for Larsa. He could feel the
Prince’s back press against his, the boy’s cock between his ass cheeks. The
purpose of it being there wasn’t clear until he began to feel it slide into
him, the strange, slightly painful feeling sliding up his back, making him
whimper pathetically. “Larsa…slow down…it hurts…” he gasped breathlessly.
Larsa held still for a moment, blushing. The feeling was as good for him as it
was for the young orphan. Reaching in front of the younger boy, he grasped the
smaller penis, stroking it in his hand feverishly as he began sliding his cock
in and out. Being inside Kytes was amazing. He now knew why the judges were
always found together in such a manner. The affect on the body was
intoxicating.
Kissing next to the brunet’s ear, he grunted, burying his face in the lithe
neck. “God’s, Kytes, you feel so good…” he purred, using his spare hand to
brush some hair from the boy’s eyes, “so beautiful, and fragile…” Another kiss
was placed next to the boy’s eyes in comfort as his small hips worked as fast
as they could. As Kytes began to reach orgasm, Larsa cried out, feeling the
child’s ass grow tighter.
Pounding in one last time, he groan reaching climax. Beneath him, the orphan
shuddered, he too reaching his orgasm into the Prince’s hand. Breathing
harshly, he collapsed to the floor, the Archadian atop him, whimpering as the
darker haired boy’s length was pulled out.
Rolling over, he kissed his new friend’s lips, murmuring lightly, “when you’re
done travelling with Vaan, please come back…I want to do this again…” the nine
year old looked into the twelve year old to-be-Emperor’s eyes, hugging him.
“Please…come back to me at least once…”
Breathing deeply, Larsa nodded, “I will…at least once…I promise…at least once.”
--Two Years Later--
His breath was caught in his throat at the sight of the young Emperor. Eyes
wide, he ran, hiding behind the fountain as the Queen, Emperor, and Judge
approached them all. Vaan greeted them, as if nothing was wrong, but Kytes’s
stomach was doing flips. He could see Filo out of the corner of his eye giving
him an odd look, but he ignored it. The object of his affections was before his
eyes now, and he didn’t know what to do.
Feeling a hand in his hair, he looked up to find the pirate, Balthier, standing
next to him, eyes on the helmetless judge. As he kneeled next to the boy, Kytes
swallowed. “You know, nothing can be said, if you don’t go talk to him…” the
words were soft, and Kytes could swear that they weren’t spoken. Only the
twitching of the viera’s ears was a sign of his speech.
“I will…later, but why should I listen to you?” Eyebrow cocked, he looked into
the soft brown eyes.
“Because Fran and I have a little talk to do with a certain ‘judge’.” Smirking,
the pirate sashayed away, looping an arm about Basch’s arm in passing, dragging
him away from the conversation. A chuckling viera followed, everyone looking in
their direction as the Judge yelled angrily.
Seeing this as his chance, Kytes ran in, grabbing Larsa and running. They
shouted at that, but the Emperor merely laughed as he was flitted away by the
little mage. Throwing him up against the wall of his room, the little Dalmascan
snarled. “Took your time…” he breathed out, kissing the young Emperor roughly.
Sucking the Archadian’s tongue from his mouth, he pulled back only when he
needed to breath.
“I’ve been busy. Coronation, brother’s funeral… I meant to come sooner.” The
Emperor wrapped his slim arms about the smaller boy’s waist, kissing his neck.
“I meant to…I’m sorry.”
“Don’t leave me again…”
“I can’t promise I won’t leave…but I can promise I’ll always come back.”
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