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Title: To touch a Pirates Treasure

Pairings: Balthier/Vaan OC/Vaan

Warnings: Shounen ai, almost rape and mass amounts of fluff.

STORY START

"Let me go!" A desperate scream and flailing limbs, slowly becoming less effective as adrenaline began to pump the drugs through his system.

"Ah don' be like tha' ya lil' mouse." A slimy wretch of a man purred, his hands tightening around Vaan's wrists. "I could give ya everything ya want, if you're good."

Vaan flattened himself against the wall, face twisted in disgust as the man leaned closer. His hands shook in the tightening grasp and try as he might he couldn't force his legs to move. The man grinned. "Tha's a good mouse." He slurred transferring one of Vaan's wrists to his other hand, freeing it's partner to make its way down his chest.

Vaan winced and screwed his eyes shut, trying to will himself not to cry, street rats like him don't cry. Then Vaan heard the click of a gun and the man's hand stilled.

"Pardon me," drawled and achingly familiar voice, "but I think you have something of mine." Vaan's eyes snapped open in time to see the man's eyes widen in shock and fear and looking behind him, Vaan realized why. For standing there like a grim executioner; gun pressed against the back of the slimy mans head was Balthier. His face was a mask of coldy suppressed fury; his lips sneering down the point of his gun. "I'd recommend you let the boy go," he said as casually as if he were talking about the weather, "I'd much rather you not get your filthy blood on him."

The man stiffened, his arms shaking and eyes wide as he seemed to recognize who the voice belonged to. "You-you're him aren't ya?" He choked out. "You're Balthier the sky pirate."

Balthier raised an eyebrow. "Indeed, what of it?"

The man gulped. "Th-then it doesn't matter what I do, you're gonna shoot me anyway."

Balthier hummed in agreement. "True, but exactly where and how much depends entirely on you and just how well you cooperate. Now unless you have any particular fondness for meeting your rat spawn ancestors, you'll release the boy, put up your hands and count to three." He illustrated his point by digging his gun into the mans skull.

Gulping again the man nodded before slowly releasing Vaan and raising his arms into the air. Just as he began counting, Balthier silenced him by slamming the gun barrel down across his temple. With glazed eyes, the man slumped over onto the ground at their feet. Vaan stared down at the unconscious figure of his would be rapist with wide eyes. His body sagged back against the wall and he realized that his legs were shaking. Gulping, he slid down the wall to sit, staring at the greasy man passed out in front of him.

"Vaan?" A rough hand touched his cheek and he jumped, flinching away from it. Balthier sighed kicking the unconscious cur out of his way so he could kneel in front of his terrified lover. "Vaan," he tried again, voice barely above a whisper, "It's alright now." He reached out to move a stray lock of hair behind Vaan's ear before brushing his his thumb against his cheek.

Vaan didn't flinch this time but he didn't look at him either. "Vaan, look at me." He said firmly and when the boy hesitantly lifted his eyes to meet his, smiled. "It's all right, I'm here."

Vaan blinked, bright eyes watering. "Y-you," he gulped, attempting to look away only to be stopped by Balthier's hand gently cupping his chin. His face twisted slightly with the effort it too t not burst out crying. Apparently it wasn't working though as Balthier's other hand reached up to wipe away a fallen tear.

"Y-you saved me." He forced out at last, wincing at how rough his voice sounded. "Why did you-" He cut himself off with a hiss tugging his wrist out of Balthier's grasp. "That hurts!" He yelled, cradling the appendage against his chest protectively.

Balthier pursed his lips at the reaction. "Vaan let me see your wrist," He demanded holding out his hand.

Vaan eyed him wearily, tears threatening to spill from pain filled eyes but eventually he held out a shaky hand for the pirates inspection. Frowning Balthier gently prodded and poked at the appendage before offering the same treatment to the other. When he was done he sighed. "They're both sprained," He diagnosed. "We had better get you back to the Strahl and under Fran's special care before the swelling starts."

A hint of fear flew through Vaan's eyes before disappearing. "Do we have to tell Fran about this?" He whispered.

For a moment Balthier didn't answer, instead choosing to stare at his young lover's anxious face. Fidgeting, the boy pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around himself, giving himself the illusion of being some sort of ball. A rather fetching ball. Balthier added mentally. Smirking the pirate stood before reaching down and scooping the thief easily into his arms. Vaan yelped flailing wilding as he attempted to roll out of his grasp.

Balthier smirked down at him, grip tightening ever so softly. "Oh no, my dear street rat, I'm afraid I must insist upon the subject of getting Fran to look you over."

"Balthier," Vaan whined pitifully, "please don't take me to Fran."

Balthier stopped, staring down at the panicked looking boy in his arms. "Why ever not?" he questioned sounding fairly concerned. "It's rather odd for you to refuse attention from dear Fran, don't you think?"

Vaan blushed at the pirates reference to his crush on their Viera ship mate. "I-its just that, I don't want her to see me like this. You can put me down now Balthier. I can take care of it myself, it's not like this is the first time something like this has happened."

Balthier's eyes hardened. "This isn't the first time?" Vaan nearly shivered at the hard edge his lovers voice had taken on. "Pray tell Vaan, how often has something of this sort happened?"

Vaan bit his lips shrugging with feigned disinterest. "Enough. I'm an orphan after all. Nobody cares if we fall between the cracks." Vaan blinked realizing how bad that must have sounded. "Ah, but that's the farthest it's ever gone before!" He reassured hurriedly.

"W-well almost, but nobody has ever managed to take off my pants before." Somehow Balthier didn't look reassured, if anything he looked angrier than before. His lips a tight line against his face, eyes blazing. Gulping Vaan reached up to rest his hand on the handsome pirates shoulder.

"B-Balthier?" He said hesitantly. "Are you angry?"

That seemed to snap him out of it. "Very," he growled making Vaan flinch and remove his hand from the others shoulder. Balthier looked down at him and his face seemed to soften. "But not at you, Vaan," he whispered nuzzling his face into the boys soft hair, "Never at you."

Vaan relaxed, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "Okay."

"None the less you still must see Fran at once," Vaan tensed at the words but Balthier wasn't done yet, "and she is most definitely going to want to hear about what took place here today."

Vaan looked up at him with wide horrified eyes as he continued his journey back to the Strahl. "B-but Balthier! I already said I could take care of it myself! Besides, what if she hates me for-"

"For what, being beautiful?" Balthier smirked down at him. Vaan flushed but the praise did nothing to erase his distress.

"What if she thinks I'm...dirty?" He all but whispered the last word.

Balthier almost laughed at the ridiculous irony of the words, considering Vaan's constant state of being covered with dirt and grime of various origins. But then he took a good look at his young lover. Bright blonde hair, gorgeous gray eyes, slim toned body and sun kissed skin. How could anyone think this boy was anything but the beautiful treasure Balthier knew him to be?

Balthier smirked as the teen began to fidget under his scrutiny. "Vaan," he said at last, deep voice warm in its conviction, "trust me when I say that you're anything but, and Fran's clever enough to realize it. In fact," his smile transformed into a malicious grin, "do not be alarmed if more than one of Rabanastre's less than reputable citizens suddenly vanish."

Vaan gulped, feeling a little sorry for said citizens even as he relaxed against Balthier's chest, resigned to his fate.

STORY END

There, it's done. Much longer than the last chapter right? XD Sorry that this is so late. I'm really bad at updating things quickly. The next chapter will be fairly short and I'm not done with the one after that so don't expect a rapid update rate. I hope you all like this!