Can’t you show me nothing but surrender? [Final Fantasy 12]
FINAL FANTASY 12 and all characters/ideas/concepts/places therein are not mine, although the writing certainly is.
Title: Can’t you show me nothing but surrender?
Characters/Pairing(s): Basch & Larsa
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes, Larsa tops.
Warnings? Gay. Age pings, I suppose. Oh, and spoilers for the end of the game.
Notes: For Meann. Couldn’t figure out how to do any of your requests, so… have some porn instead? :x
+ The title is taken from the 31 Days theme for May 29, 2008.
Can’t you show me nothing but surrender?
“Lord Basch fon Ronsenburg, I order you to abscond from paperwork.”
Lost as he is in a maze of figures and the useless rambling formalities of Archadian officials, it takes Basch a few seconds too long to realize that Larsa is standing in front of his desk, staring down at him with his hands on his hips. He looks quite upset.
“My lord?” he replies, quite intelligently. Larsa stares at him a moment longer, then drops his arms with a sigh.
“You have been working the entire day.”
“The reports need to be finished before supper, my lord.”
The way Larsa’s eyes narrow tells Basch that he’s missing the point. He does not rightly know what the point is, however. He attempts at smiling - what he counts as a reassuring gesture - before turning away.
“Please do not trouble yourself. I will accomplish this on my own.”
He goes back to what he’s reading, and since he receives no response, Basch figures that perhaps that is the end of that matter. He’s a step away from getting lost in a sea of words again when the papers are suddenly whisked out of his hands.
He’s about to react - he’s a sharp one, Basch is - but looks up in time to see Larsa crawling over the desk and into his lap.
Well.
This has never happened before.
“…My lord?”
“I believe I did not make myself clear enough,” the prince returns, a tinge exasperated, a tad imperious. His arms move up, resting themselves rather snugly over Basch’s shoulders. “I order you to absond from paperwork,” he adds, haughty as ever. Basch is, admittedly, distracted by the closeness of the boy’s lips.
“But, the reports…”
Larsa’s eyes narrow further. His legs wrap themselves around Basch’s waist. His face moves up, taking Basch’s mouth with his mouth.
Reports be damned, Basch figures later, right before they kiss again.
Title: Can’t you show me nothing but surrender?
Characters/Pairing(s): Basch & Larsa
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes, Larsa tops.
Warnings? Gay. Age pings, I suppose. Oh, and spoilers for the end of the game.
Notes: For Meann. Couldn’t figure out how to do any of your requests, so… have some porn instead? :x
+ The title is taken from the 31 Days theme for May 29, 2008.
Can’t you show me nothing but surrender?
“Lord Basch fon Ronsenburg, I order you to abscond from paperwork.”
Lost as he is in a maze of figures and the useless rambling formalities of Archadian officials, it takes Basch a few seconds too long to realize that Larsa is standing in front of his desk, staring down at him with his hands on his hips. He looks quite upset.
“My lord?” he replies, quite intelligently. Larsa stares at him a moment longer, then drops his arms with a sigh.
“You have been working the entire day.”
“The reports need to be finished before supper, my lord.”
The way Larsa’s eyes narrow tells Basch that he’s missing the point. He does not rightly know what the point is, however. He attempts at smiling - what he counts as a reassuring gesture - before turning away.
“Please do not trouble yourself. I will accomplish this on my own.”
He goes back to what he’s reading, and since he receives no response, Basch figures that perhaps that is the end of that matter. He’s a step away from getting lost in a sea of words again when the papers are suddenly whisked out of his hands.
He’s about to react - he’s a sharp one, Basch is - but looks up in time to see Larsa crawling over the desk and into his lap.
Well.
This has never happened before.
“…My lord?”
“I believe I did not make myself clear enough,” the prince returns, a tinge exasperated, a tad imperious. His arms move up, resting themselves rather snugly over Basch’s shoulders. “I order you to absond from paperwork,” he adds, haughty as ever. Basch is, admittedly, distracted by the closeness of the boy’s lips.
“But, the reports…”
Larsa’s eyes narrow further. His legs wrap themselves around Basch’s waist. His face moves up, taking Basch’s mouth with his mouth.
Reports be damned, Basch figures later, right before they kiss again.