Disclaimer: not mine! All of the characters/background stuff belongs to Square Enix.

Summary: Just a drabble. LarsaxBasch, with Larsa as the seme. What was I thinking (just a small project inspired by nothing to do)!

This is my very first fanfic so please be kind. English is not my mother language, so I WILL have some grammar mistakes. Constructive criticisms are welcome, but please no flames! Hopefully I'll like writing fanfictions

Now on to the story:

Larsa's Gift

A few years have passed since Larsa became the king, and tonight a celebration in honor of his 18th birthday was held. Nobilities, wealthy businessmen, everyone with a rank in the upper class was there. Decorations and gifts filled the ballroom, servants with silver plates rushed through crowds of dancing people. Yet in midst of all the partying the birthday boy was no where to be found. Instead Larsa was in his private quarters, alone in his bedroom. Wait, not alone, but with another man.

"Basch, have you gotten me a birthday present?" Larsa's head peeked from under the blankets.

The tall man standing beside the bed answered with a straight voice, "My lord, my gift to you is downstairs, which is here you should be."

Larsa ducked under his sheets once more, "but I only want to spend my birthday with you! …….."

"Excuse me? I can't hear you through all that cotton." Basch came a bit closer to the pile of blankets and pillows. When he was within grabbing distance, pale arms sprang out and pulled him into the bed. Immediately Basch was pushed under Larsa, who hugged him tightly.

"My lord! What are you doing?!" Basch cried, and attempt to escape from underneath Larsa.

Larsa only pushed him down harder, "Don't you remember what I said the night of my inauguration to the crown?" Larsa pouted, "I said that I want you as my 18th birthday gift!"

Blushing a brilliant red, Basch avoided Larsa's eyes, "I'm sure you don't know what you're talking about." Afterall, they both have their duties. His as a protector and Larsa's as a king.

Larsa's responded by pushing down his lips against Basch's, hard. Wide-eyed Basch tried to struggle. But as he looked into Larsa's determined face, he signed inwardly and relaxed into the kiss. Who was he kidding? He could never say no to Larsa.

-some time later-

"Hey Larsa! Happy…eh??" Vaan, who came to look for Larsa burst in the bedroom, but stopped dead pan when he saw the two forms on the bed. Two very naked forms. Without a word he shut the door and walked away with his mouth hanging open. Until a thought occurred to him.

"OH MY GOD WAS BASCH ON THE BOTTOM!??"

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hopefully some people enjoyed my story, I really have no experience at all. but if you guys like it I might take up to write more stories! anyway thanks for read.