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Vaan walked into the house, taking off his shoes and muttering darkly to himself. He had had one hell of a day at school and all he wanted to do now was curl up in his bed and stay there for the rest of his life.

"What's wrong with you?" Balthier, Vaan's roommate, called from the kitchen. He was gazing at the inside of fridge, bored.

"Nothing," he muttered, trudging into the living room and flopping down on the old, faded couch. "Just didn't have a, what you call, 'great' day." He dropped his bag and sank further into the cushions, wishing he could disappear.

Balthier grabbed two bottles of beer and sat down next to him. "What happened?" He offered him a bottle with a smile. "Drink your sorrows away?"

He raised at eyebrow. "I don't drink. Plus, I don't think my parents would approve of you offering me a beer."

He shrugged. "What your parents don't know won't hurt 'em, kid." Balthier was Vaan's legal guardian, a close family friend that had been his babysitter for a year now. His parents were going through a hard time and the drama wasn't good for Vaan, so Balthier decided to clean out the guest room and bring the seventeen year old teen trauma under his own roof.

Vaan also shrugged. "True enough, but still… No thanks. Like I said, I don't drink."

He held the beer a little closer. "Sure?"

He was confused, too tired to comprehend what just happened. "What?"

"Sure you don't want a beer? Even just half?"

His eyes narrowed. "I'm sure, Balthier."

He gave up, sinking back into the couch and putting one bottle on the coffee table while he cracked open the other. "Suit yourself."

Vaan scolded, "just... don't have too many of those. I would like to be able to sleep tonight."

He rolled his eyes at the backwards role of the child ordering him around. "Yeah, yeah. Just go study, or whatever the bloody hell you do in your room for hours every day."

"I don't feel like it right now."

The twenty-seven year old man took a long drink of his beer before responding thoughtfully. "Then what d'you feel like doing? Cooking me dinner?" He smiled at that imagery of picturing a steaming roast surrounded by colorful vegetables and accented with a nice glass of red wine.

"No, I feel like bein' a lazy ass."

Balthier raised an eyebrow at him. "How is that any different than normal?"

He glared. "I am not normally a lazy ass!"

"Then why do I do all the work around here?" He challenged.

"'Cause I'm usually gone."

"What do you do, anyway? Do you have a girlfriend?" He leaned closer, grinning. "A little arm candy for the little brat?"

Vaan's eyes blinked rapidly as he suddenly became awake. "N-no!" he stammered.

His smile grew and he barked out a laugh. "I knew it!"

"I don't!" he argued, his voice rising in pitch.

"Have you shagged her yet?" he asked, his tone almost mocking.

Vaan scooted away a little bit. "I-I don't even know what that means…"

"What do you kids call it again…? Oh yeah! Have you fucked her?" he corrected in the same tone.

His eyes widened. "Never! And, God damn it, I don't have a girlfriend!"

"Ooooh!" he exclaimed, full-on teasing him mercilessly now. "It's a boy then?"

"No!" He shouted, angry. "I'm single!" He stood up, not wanting to stay by Balthier another minute.

He smirked. "You know, now that you're living with me and under my roof, there's nothing to be shy about." Still smirking, he raised his bottle to his lips and took another long gulp.

He frowned slightly. "I'm not being shy."

"Then what are you being?" His teasing demeanor had dropped, but he still seemed like he didn't really care.

"Someone who," he started walking for the stairs, picking up his backpack as he did. "Is going to go and study!" He ran up the stairs, leaving Balthier alone with one and a half beers as his company.

Vaan's door burst open, disturbing his two-hour study period. Balthier swayed in the doorway, blushed and obviously drunk. "Hey!" he slurred, his eyes unfocused in his drunken state. Clearly, he had had more than the two beers Vaan had left him with.

Vaan spun around in his office chair in alarm, forgetting immediately what he was reading. "Hey…? Need something?" He asked slowly, a little scared.

He giggled, his eyes wandering around the room. "Hehe… Yeah."

He blinked in confusion. "What then?"

He stumbled in, catching himself on Vaan's desk and leaning against it. "I dunno! Tha's th' beauty of th' thing!" He slurred, giggling again.

Vaan was honestly concerned. He knew Balthier would get tipsy from time to time if he was having a boring day, but this was just ridiculous. He looked like he was about to pass out on the floor any second!

He scrunched his nose at the heavy smell of alcohol and moved his chair back a little. "Then maybe you should go lay down and think about it."

He swayed closer, invading Vaan's personal space significantly. "Only if you lay down with me."

He blinked again. "Wh-what?"

He giggled again, his heavy alcoholic breath washing over Vaan's confused face. "Hard o' hearin'? C'mon!" He grabbed Vaan's upper arm and dragged him to the bed.

"What the hell?" He shouted, now more than just concerned. "Balthier! Lemme go!" He struggled against his grip, but the older man was too strong for him.

"I jus' wanna take a nap." He defended, laying on the bed and pulling Vaan over and cuddling him as if he was a giant teddy bear, making sure they were face to face. He closed his eyes and nestled his face in Vaan's hair, inhaling deeply.

Vaan was way out of his comfort zone. He figured that Balthier would fall asleep and everything would be fine, so he just had to deal with him for a few more minutes. "Um… Okay." His heart was pounding in his chest, so loud that his shirt was jumping and he was sure Balthier could hear it.

Balthier smelled his near-white hair and giggled again. "You smell good." His grip got a little tighter and he smiled. "You're really soft, too…" His train of thought slowly faded and he kissed a part of Vaan's exposed neck quickly, smiling.

Vaan's heart jumped as if a shock just went through him. "I-I thought you said you were gonna take a nap." He put his energy into remaining calm. Balthier was just a little drunk. It wasn't that bad…

"I changed my mind." He decided, kissing his neck again, licking it a little. "Ya even tas'e good."

Vaan wasn't sure what to do, still hoping that Balthier would just fall asleep and let him go already.

"Hey… Were ya serious earlier 'bout bein' single?" He slurred, getting sidetracked. His eyebrows knitted together in an attempt to concentrate, feeling like his mind was stuck on high speed.

Vaan slowly nodded. "Why do you ask…?"

"I don' remember." He laughed again, too drunk to remember what he had even asked Vaan to begin with.

Vaan relaxed enough to chuckle. "Well, aren't you just an absent minded professor?"

He glared. "Oi! 'M not a professor, moron."

"I know you're not. It was just an expression…"

"Uh… Well… 'm still not tired." He insisted, hoping he didn't sound as stupid as he thought he did.

"Oh…" He shifted a little, his hope for Balthier falling asleep so he could be free completely fading.

Balthier only smiled, still obviously drunk. "Yer kin'a cute when yer confused."

"I'm… cute?"

He giggled. "Yeah. 'S why I was s'prised when ya said you were single…" One of his hands traveled down and cupped Vaan's ass through his jeans, squeezing it. "Can't believe no one wan's this."

He giggled again, partly at his own words and partly at Vaan's reaction.

Vaan automatically jumped away from the touch, squeaking in surprise.

Balthier laughed softly as his smirk came back. "Yer like a squeaky toy."

"Damn it, I'm not a squeaky toy!" he argued, frowning.

"You're as cute as one." He pressed his lips against Vaan's without a hint of hesitation, his hand slipping under Vaan's pants and squeezing him again. His kiss was rough and needy, trying to get as much out of it for as long as he could. He pulled Vaan closer, not wanting him to break away.

Vaan squirmed, pulling away from the kiss. "Balthier…!" His frown grew deeper as he moved, glaring at the drunk.

"What?" he challenged, kissing his neck again.

Vaan didn't answer, turning his head to give Balthier more access. He didn't like the thought of admitting that he actually liked this, so he was going to keep his mouth shut.

"Vaan?" he murmured, bringing his teeth out to scrape on the tanned skin on the nape of his neck before biting him gently. His hands moved, unbuckling Vaan's belt and jeans before starting to push them down with his underwear.

Vaan whimpered, trying to ignore what was happening. "What?"

Balthier giggled again. "Are ya drunk too?" he teased.

His eyes moved to look at Balthier. "No."

He pouted cutely. "Ya should be."

"Why should I be?"

He smirked. "'Cause this would be funner if ya were."

"More fun, smart one," he corrected.

"Wha'e'er," he muttered. "Don' patronize me."

Vaan stuck his tongue out childishly, forgetting that his pants were wide open right now.

Grinning, Balthier bit sharply at Vaan's exposed tongue and quickly turned it into a French kiss, not quite hiding his intent of the situation anymore.

Finally letting his defenses fall, Vaan kissed back and placed a hand on Balthier's chest, slowly letting it trail down his t-shirt to feel the muscle beneath. Balthier smiled into the kiss before he ended it, rolling over and pinning Vaan down by the shoulders.

"Funner," he said, trying to annoy Vaan again.

Vaan didn't even register the fact that he was pinned down. "More fun," he corrected.

"Funner," he argued, gripping Vaan's pants by the waistband and pulling them off, tossing them blindly into the room.

Vaan took a harsh gasp at the action, forgetting about the argument. Balthier stifled a giggle at the reaction he got, pushing up Vaan's shirt so he could kiss along his young chest. Vaan whimpered again, feeling heat rush to his cheeks and down to his groin. Balthier seemed to be enjoying himself, pulling off his own t-shirt in the heat he felt, too far gone in his desires to wonder if Vaan's whimpers were good or bad.

He tossed his shirt in the direction he threw the pants, leaning forward and biting his neck. "Are you okay wi' this?" he mumbled into the skin, licking up where he bit.

Vaan's head lolled to the side, gladly giving Balthier more access. "Mmhm," he hummed in a daze, the heat nearly suffocating. He wanted to ask how far Balthier was going to go, but it seemed as if he couldn't speak.

Balthier smirked at him. "Good," he purred.

Vaan reached a hand up as best as he could and rested it on Balthier's cheek, guiding him to a kiss. Balthier eagerly followed his guidance and kissed him deeply, one hand holding himself up and the other trying to get his pants off. Seeing that he was struggling, Vaan decided to help, wanting to help the process along as much as possible. The pants were discarded to the floor, his green boxers still hanging on his hips and forming a tent around his straining erection that Vaan had just noticed.

Damn, was he big…

"Thanks," he breathed, his alcoholic breath washing over Vaan's face. "You… You're a virgin, right?" he asked carefully, shifting his position and massaging the inside of Vaan's thighs. He may have been drunk enough to not know his own last name, but he still had a bit of knowledge to know that he had to be gentle with him. Not only was he young, but he-

Wait.

Balthier had nearly forgotten. Vaan was only seventeen, and he was ten years older. Oh, what the hell. It was too late to go back now. Besides, he wanted sex. If Vaan was willing, why not? Not like he cared if Vaan was a little sore.

Vaan nodded, a little embarrassed. "Y-yeah… I am." He was blushing a bit darker by now, knowing what was coming soon. While he would never admit to it, he was a beta reader to some of Penelo's yaoi fanfictions. While he was totally and completely a virgin, he was absolutely aware of what he was to expect. Only, this situation didn't have so many lovey-dovey lines covered in cliché cheese.

Balthier smiled softly at the answer. "Well, this's gonna hurt… D'you have any lotion?"

Vaan looked up in thought. "I…"

"Yeah?" he prodded, growing impatient.

"Try the drawer right there," he suggested in a daze, pointing to the nightstand. "If not, then no. I don't have any."

Hoping there was something he could use, Balthier leaned over Vaan's lithe body and groped around in the drawer blindly.

"Second drawer," he breathed, his mind still trying to catch up what was happening. He lifted his head and kissed Balthier's chest, getting a little impatient as well.

Balthier groaned at the kiss and how far away the fucking lotion was, slamming the top drawer shut and grabbing the second. He ripped it open and searched, his blind groping growing more desperate. If he couldn't find any, Vaan would just be unlucky.

Vaan frowned, wondering why this was taking so long. "See it…?"

"I can't see a bloody thing in there!" he snapped, rummaging around even quicker.

"Then forget it. I'll take the pain," he said softly, trying to see Balthier's face.

"No, I think I got it." He pulled out a little bottle of lotion out and sat back, reading the label and cocking an eyebrow. "Luscious lavender?" he laughed.

His blush deepened. "It was the first thing I grabbed! I didn't read what it was…"

He giggled. "Tha's cute," he teased.

"More like embarrassing," he muttered.

He smirked. "Your ass is gonna smell good, at least," he chuckled.

Vaan just watched, biting his lip.

Balthier opened the bottle and took an experimental sniff, flinching at the strong scent and looking a little disgusted. "It works…" He touched Vaan's hip lightly. "Wanna roll over?"

Vaan shook his head. He wanted to see this.

"Don't say I didn' offer," he slurred. He squirted some of the thin lotion onto his left hand and looked back up at Vaan. "This's gonna hurt," he warned, tossing the lotion on the bed next to him.

"So you've said." He bit his lower lip, preparing for it. His pain tolerance was pretty good, due to the fact that he used to be bullied a lot, but this pain was totally different.

Balthier shrugged and gently lifted Vaan's hips, giving him better accessibility. He slid two fingers in, making sure there was enough lotion and he was going slow.

Vaan's fists curled and he clawed at the sheets below him, arching his back as he let out a silent cry. His eyes closed and his body flashed in heat, trying to get used to the feel. He took a deep breath to relax, faintly hearing Balthier ask if he was okay. He nodded, not trusting his voice.

"Good." Grinning, Balthier added a third finger and began thrusting and scissoring them, stretching out Vaan as much as he could. He wanted this to go fast. He needed this to go fast. His erection wasn't about to leave him.

Vann let a small moan escape and waited for himself to get used to it. Once the pain faded out into pleasure, he began to squirm, trying to get the fingers deeper inside of him.

Assuming that he was prepared enough, Balthier pulled out his fingers. He picked up the lotion again and watched Vaan's panting body, taking it all in. This was his. He wouldn't let anyone take Vaan from him.
"Ready?" he asked softly, using as much self-restraint as he could to keep himself from fucking him right now.

Vaan groaned with impatience. He nodded eagerly as an answer to the question, his mind swimming in heat. He felt like he was asphyxiating, driven only by his lust.

Balthier laughed at the reaction and got more lotion, rubbing it onto Vaan's abused hole. "If you have to scream, do it," he instructed, dropping the lotion onto the bed and suddenly thrusting in halfway. A growling groan was drawn out of his mouth at the heat and it took all he could to stay still.

Vaan screamed, his hands flying up to grasp at Balthier's shoulders. His nails clawed and he pulled himself up to sit slightly, clinging and trying to calm his breathing.

Balthier leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Vaan's lower back. "Relax," he coaxed. "I'm gonna start moving." He slowly began moving deeper inside of him, shaking with the self control he was exercising. Vaan was just so… hot.

Vaan's nailed scraped unsteadily as he tried to stay relaxed, starting to pant at the feel. He hung his head and dared to look down at what was happening, his muscle clenching around Balthier at what he saw.

"Bloody…" He couldn't even finish his sentence. Balthier ground his teeth together and started to thrust, slowly at first but rapidly picking up pace.

Vaan moaned from the pain and pleasure, his grip loosening. His pants turned into gasps as Balthier picked up his pace, finally moving his hands. He grasped at Vaan's hips and pulled him down closer, dipping his head to bite at the sensitive spot where his shoulder met his neck. Vaan continued to moan at his actions, much more relaxed than he had been. His legs clamped around the man desperately.

"Wh-what was that, Balthier?" he moaned, only just now realizing that he had felt something that sent an electric wave of pleasure through him and caused him to see white.

"N-nothing," he moaned back. "You're so… hot…" He didn't know how else to explain it, due to the heat in his brain and the alcohol in his system. He felt like he was high, the feel of being inside of Vaan simply unbelievable when coupled with his buzzing drunkenness.

"N-no, not what you said… What you… struck… inside," he moaned, getting even louder when he felt Balthier hit it once more.

Balthier grinned, directing all of his thrusts into that spot. "That's your prostate," he breathed, going harder and faster. He could feel heat pooling in his stomach and hardly believed that he felt like he was about to hit his climax. No way was he letting that happen, though…

Vaan gasped, his moans getting louder and louder. "Th-aat thing!"

Balthier grinned and hit it again, pulling Vaan down again. "There?"

"Uh… huh!" His breaths came harder and more erratic, his hands clinging to Balthier's shoulders again. His eyes rolled and he was blinded in white, closing his eyes and trying to hold on for the ride.

His teeth ground together once more as he felt the pressure mounting. "Vaan," Balthier moaned. "I can't…"

Luckily for him, Vaan suddenly came, shouting Balthier's name and shuddering as he released his seed. He panted and dropped his legs and arms, absolutely exhausted. He arched up so Balthier could have his arm back before flopping back down to catch his breath.

Balthier moaned as he tightened and also came with a stuttered cry of, "V-Vaan!" His breath came heavy and he slowly pulled out, fighting the urge to pass out. He stared at the mess on the bed for a long time before leaning over and licking up the mess on Vaan's stomach. After he was clean, he felt a hand weakly tugging on his short, slicked-back hair.

Vaan pulled him for another kiss, tasting himself and alcohol on Balthier's lips. Balthier broke apart before the kiss could get very deep, his face blank.

"You should take a shower," he suggested, not needing to indicate the mess coming out of Vaan's entrance.

Vaan groaned and let a small smile come onto his face. "Later."

"Then I'm going to sleep." He laid down next to Vaan and turned his back to him. "G'night," he mumbled.

Vaan watched in confusion. "G'night then…" He stood up and grabbed up his robe, going into the bathroom for a shower before going downstairs to sleep on the couch. After all, he knew when he wasn't wanted.