As a way of celebrating the end of this school year and the near-end of my work within it (only one paper left to go! woo-hoo!), I decided to start on a fun new FFXII cross-over series that would be quick and easy to work on and hopefully read. This is just the start of it and I'm committed to at least 4 more drabbles... but we'll see if it continues beyond that.

And as always, reviews, comments and criticisms are much appreciated. It's always nice to know when people enjoy my work!

Title: Foreign Extraction, Chapter 1

Fandom: Final Fantasy XII, Harry Potter

Series: Foreign Extraction

Characters/Pairings: Vossler/Sirius, Sirius/Remus, Vossler/Basch, varies

Rating: R

Summary: Temptation never completely obliterates nostalgia. (A new series of cross-overs and interactions between the FFXII cast and those of other worlds.)

Note: This one's for Puella Nerdii, who wanted Vossler/Sirius and rough sex. Hope you enjoy and thank you for the brilliant idea! I'm going to have reckless amounts of fun with this series, oh yes I am.

There were nails scoring his back now, nails longer and sharper and more cutting than the ones he had known before. There was hair, too, being draped along Vossler's shoulders, hair that was too long and too wavy and too black, hair that reminded him (more than anything else) of the dissipated aristocracy of the Solidor. There was no warmth in the skin beneath him; no camaraderie in what is being offered up.

But perhaps was it was better this way-- better to be able to lose himself in the diametric opposite of what he had, what he would never and should not want to ever find once more. And beneath him, the near-boy-- how old? 19? 20?-- shivered and cursed the wolfish name belonging to another, betraying himself once more.

But he would not be so weak, oh never, and one prisoner to him is just as good as any other. And in the hell he had long lost within, he had long since learned to take all that he can and demand nothing of memory's sort.

But when he dove back into the boy's mouth, it was still a struggle not to breath words of foreign extraction, to close his eyes and picture another, just because he could.