Authors note: Okay im really sorry that this chapter has come so late, i'd honestly meant to post a Christmas chapter back on well...Christmas. I didn't finish it in time though and for a while I was just working on that but then it got to be to late so I started working on some other chapters I oculd post instead. I probably would've posted this sooner but I've been having some intriguing family issues as of late. My mom was recently in the hospital and some family members moved out and everythings been sort of hectic. I can't promise that i'll post more frequently form now on but I can try. Just a question though, but does anyone think I should go ahead and post the Christmas themed chapter anyway?

Disclaimer: I don't own but GOD I want.

Title:Nomad Magic

Warnings: Mild molestation

Pairings: Balthier/Vaan

STORY START

Vaan realized very quickly that certain spells had very, interesting effects on Balthier. Especially spells cast on the pirate while the two of them were alone in some nameless outpost village in the middle of the afternoon. The rest of the party had wandered off to gather supplies or gain experience and Vaan had never in his life wished for their presence more than he did right now. Balthier, upon being hit with an unidentified spell cast by a mischievously grinning nomad girl had gotten a peculiar look on his face. His eyes fell to half mast, showing just the barest hint of smoldering brown as he turned to face a concerned Vaan.

"Hey, you okay?" He questioned hesitantly eyes darting around in search of the girl who had done whatever she had done to his mentor. "Damn, where'd she go?" Frowning he turned full circle in his search only to be grabbed from behind by strong hands and pressed back into a broad chest. "What the hell!" The thief shouted turning to glare at the slightly taller man. "What do you think you're doing!"

"I want to have you." The pirate purred nuzzling his nose into blonde locks. "I want you back on the Strahl and in my quarters," he licked the shell of Vaan's ear humming his satisfaction at the gasp the action caused, "tied to my bed. With those pretty little lips," one of his hands came up to trace Vaan's lips with the tip of his finger, "moaning my name and nothing else."

Vaan flushed darkly his eyes narrowing. "I'm gonna kill that girl." He growled under his breath gasping when the oddly affectionate pirate bit down on his neck. "Ah! That hurts you bastard!" He shouted attempting to pull away from the Arcadian but his arms were pinned to his sides by one of the pirates own appendages wrapped securely around his torso.

Balthier smirked in response, sucking on the spot he'd just bitten. Vaan whimpered, head tilting back onto Balthier's shoulder. "S-stop it, you're drunk or something you-ah!" The hand that had previously been tracing his lips had dropped beneath his vest and was now caressing the well defined muscles of his chest. "Ha-hah, n-no, stop it." He panted, the mouth on his neck and that hand were quickly driving him mad.

A chuckle against his skin followed by another less painful bite at the base of his neck. "Do you know what you to do me Vaan?" He questioned pressing short open mouthed kisses up his throat and back to his ear. "Do you understand what it's like, having to watch you and yet not be able to do anything to this delicious body of yours, to not claim what should be mine?" He began to circle a dusky pink nipple with his fingers, strangling a moan from slightly chapped lips.

"I want to hold you, touch you," he paused licking the skin just behind Vaan's ear, "taste you." He growled. "I long to make you mine, to mark you so that no other will dare to take you."

"B-Balthier." Vaan groaned struggling weakly against the man's ministrations. "What are you-?"

"I can wait no longer, Vaan." His hands were pulled behind his back and secured together with a surprisingly strong strip of cloth. "My patience has run dry and one way or another," Vaan cried out in shock as he was suddenly turned around and tossed over the pirates shoulder, "I shall have you."

Vaan's eyes widened at the implications of that statement. "W-what, Balthier what are you doing you drunken pervert, and where do you think you're taking me!" He cried out struggling once more against the pirates strong grip as he began to wander away from the village and back towards where the Strahl was being carefully hidden.

"Do hush up Vaan." Balthier admonished lightly. "I am perfectly sober if not far more clear headed than i've been in quite a while. And to answer your question, I'm taking you back to the Strahl so that I may ravish you from the comfort of my chambers."

Vaan's face turned so red it would make a cherry cry in envy. "R-ravish?"

The sky pirate chuckled. "Of course Vaan but don't fret. I'm a bit of an expert at ravishing," his voice dropped several octaves and took on a more seductive tone, "I'll make sure you enjoy yourself."

"I don't want to be," Vaan hesitated, cheeks darkening, "r-ravished."

Balthier held himself back from simply throwing the boy down and having his way with him right there in the desert. It was a wonder someone else hadn't claimed him while Balthier was bemoaning the now seemingly inconsequential age difference they shared. "Believe me Vaan," he husked, "you will."

Hours later after the rest of the party had returned to the ship the two of them would learn that there was apparently a spirit of mischief wandering about these parts casting spells on unsuspecting travelers and even the occasional villager. The spells said spirit cast were said to make the victim lose their inhibitions thus causing a great deal of chaos. When Balthier failed to look surprised by this news and instead only smirked Fran cast him a weary look, her sharp eyes darting between him and Vaan who looked like he would rather be anywhere else. She then proceeded to dissolve into a fit of bell like giggles, none of the party had ever seen Fran laugh so hard before.