Hello all, not sure I'm back for good but was bored and thought I would scribble a bit. Enjoy and review. Warning: Rated M for cursing malexmale content and basic fanfiction smut. Characters are not meant to be perfectly in character and are owned in no part by myself.
For Charlie, with Love. Grey.
Mine
Chapter one:
"I said do you want tea?" Fran badgered loudly, her hands on her hips in frustration.
Balthier sneered in her general direction and shook his head. Damn Fran and her fucking obsession with tea, he thought to himself irritably. Just when he thought perhaps their "guest" would leave Fran would have to start brewing fucking tea.
She gave him a patronizing look, and he knew he deserved it. He was after all, to be honest, flat out pouting. And he had been for nearly a week.
When Vaan had first told him that a friend from Rabanastre was coming to visit he was irritated, but after several days of sharing his blondes' attention he was flat out pissed. Not that Larsa wasn't a decently nice guy, he thought to himself. And he was, as Vaan had promised, really more Penelo's friend than his anyway. Still.
Balthier had, at first, smiled politely and kept quite as Penelo and Vaan drug him here and there, showing Larsa the sights and taking him to different markets and shows. But it had been days, and the pirate's patience was at its limit.
"When is he going home?" he'd questioned Vaan in bed the night before.
Vaan closed his eyes and sighed, "Will you stop being a brat Balthier? Penelo has known Larsa for years and she's really enjoying his visit."
Balthier grunted, "Yeah and so are you."
"It's called being polite," Vaan argued, "and he's harmless. What are you so jealous of anyway?"
Balthier wrapped a protective arm around his thief, "Your mine. Not his."
If he hadn't sounded so pitiful Vaan might have wanted to slap him. But he knew how Balthier was, and ironically enough he loved him for it.
"He's just a friend," he whispered, snuggling into Balthier's chest, "you have nothing to worry about. He'll be gone soon, but in the meantime you need to be polite."
Balthier said nothing as the boy began to snore quietly. He wasn't sure how much time passed as he lay there, unable to sleep, a million horrible thoughts running through his head. Finally he got up, making sure not to wake his beautiful blonde, and headed quietly into the next room.
It was late January, and outside a steady snow was falling gently. Balthier loved snow. It always looked so clean and fresh when it was newly fallen like this. So cold and crisp. The glass door that led to their small balcony was never locked, and it slid open noiselessly at Balthier's touch.
The cold air hit his bare chest like a fist, knocking him wider awake than he already was. He shivered and sighed, breathing in deep the cold winter air as he ventured forward, ice crystals and powdery snow crunching ever so softly beneath his bare feet. He looked up into the swirling flakes that rained down upon him and smiled. Despite the way his week was turning out, he was happy.
He winced. The cold made his battered and scarred body ache with a vengeance. He frowned, suddenly wondering if Larsa had any hideous scars under his perfectly pressed clothes.
Shut up Balthier, he barked at himself, you know Vaan loves you. He loves ever fucking scar, every imperfection. Shut up.
He wanted nothing more than to wake the boy up, beg him to make Larsa go home, to hold him tight and tell him he was special and Larsa meant nothing. He couldn't though. After all, Vaan was exhausted. He'd spent all day running around town with Larsa.
He was torn from his thoughts by the sudden flash of lights being turned on behind him.
"Balthier what the…?"
Balthier spun around and found himself face to face with a furious Penelo.
"You're going to freeze to death!" she barked, staring in horror at his scantily clad body, his torso already red and raw from the cold, his bare feet nearly blue.
She grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, "Are you out of your mind? It's freezing out there!"
Balthier said nothing. Once Penelo got in a motherly lecture mood it was in everyone's best interest to just shut up and go with it. He was vaguely aware of a blanket being put around him and hot tea being shoved into his hands (gods these people and their damn tea!), but he was still thinking too much about Vaan and Larsa to hear anything Penelo was saying.
To be Continued…
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