Night After Night: Chapter 1

[Square brackets] = Basch fantasy
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The moonlight reflects off the ocean and shines down on a pair of pyramid-shaped canvas tents. The monsters have all gone back to their dens for the night and lightning bugs blink in the dark sky. It’s the picture of a quiet, peaceful scene. However it’s anything but peaceful and quiet…

“Ahn… Balthier…”

It was the same thing night after night. The location didn’t matter. Apparently the fact that other people were trying to sleep didn’t matter either. In the tent on the left, silhouetted by the light of a lantern, Balthier and his desert thief coupled. The tent on the right is dark, but its occupant was wide awake.

Basch lay in the stifling darkness, hands clenched at his sides, with an erection pressed against the crotch of his shorts. The former knight cursed Balthier as the pirate’s voice drifted through the still night air.

“Vaan.” The man chuckled deeply. “Where did you learn that?”

Vaan just laughed softly in reply and Basch rolled onto his side, facing away from the sound of his traveling companions. The group decided to split up soon after reaching the Phon Coast as they had a lot of ground to cover. Basch resisted the split at first, not wanting the leave the princess, but Fran assured him that she was safe with her and Penelo. Now the man wondered if Ashe was receiving the same treatment from Fran and Penelo that he was receiving from Balthier and Vaan.

“Blast that sky pirate. He’s dirtied my mind…” Basch grumbled quietly to himself.

The erection in his trousers throbbed, as if demanding attention, but like the other nights, Basch ignored it.

They’d been traveling for six days now and had only covered half of the enormous coast. On the first night Basch had been awakened by Balthier and Vaan’s… noises and at first he thought that perhaps they didn’t realize how loud they were. However, another night came to pass and again neither bothered to keep their voice down. It didn’t take long for Basch to realize that they didn’t care who heard them. He wasn’t all that surprised that Balthier was an auditory exhibitionist, but Vaan…? Maybe it was the pirate’s influence…

And so night after night Basch listened, with ever increasing arousal, to the moans and sighs and the soft sound of flesh slapping together…

Basch rolled onto his back again and let out an irritable sigh. The itch to touch himself had crept into his mind and he clenched his hands shut tighter, pressing his arms to his sides.

“Vaan...bloody hell…” Balthier groaned from next door.

The image crept into Basch’s mind before he could stop it: [Balthier, almost nude and spread-legged, with Vaan, completely naked, on his hands and knees before him. Balthier cupping Vaan’s head as the blond licked his way up and down the older man’s penis.]

The ex-knight’s hard cock twitched, liking this image very much, but the man quickly squashed it down. Basch’s hand strayed down of its own vocation. In the next tent Balthier was panting and Vaan moaned deep in his throat. The blond’s errant hand snaked down over his groin and squeezed. The man jumped and jerked his hand away. He made a fist again and forced hand and arm both to remain at his side.

“Vaan…! Gods!”

More images danced around in Basch’s mind: [Balthier with his head thrown back while Vaan teased him with his mouth. Vaan grinning up at his lover. His body, tanned by the desert sun, radiant in the lantern light.]

“No!” Basch grunted then clapped his hand over his mouth.

Despite the blond’s loud protest the sounds coming from the neighboring tent did not cease or even falter. Basch felt his face redden. Surely they must’ve heard him as he could hear them. Did that mean they didn’t care if he heard? Or… did they want him to?

The latter question sent a shiver of renewed lust to the man’s groin. His right hand slowly uncurled and relaxed. The man sighed. The more he tried to deny or ignore it the more apparent his arousal became. It had been an immensely long time since he’d last been touched and he’d been listening to this bittersweet torture for five nights.

“Balthier…!” Vaan cried.

The quiet sound of flesh on flesh permeated the air. Without really realizing it, Basch unzipped his shorts and curled his large, callused hand around his erection.

With Basch’s inner defenses becoming slack, more images continued to pop up in the blond’s mind: [Balthier mounting his lithe little thief. Vaan moaning and wrapping his legs around the pirate’s waist. The pair moving together rapidly, Balthier’s hands braced on either side of his lover. Vaan’s fingers digging into the older man’s shoulders.]

Basch grit his teeth as his hand moved rapidly up and down his cock. He was fully aware of his actions at this point, but couldn’t bring himself to stop.

[Tongues twirling around each other and warring in the tight, wet spot between two mouths. Balthier and Vaan panting and moaning to each other as the pirate’s hips flexed continually forward.]

“Gods.” Basch bit out, squeezing his erection and teasing the head.

“Ah…! Ahn!!” Vaan moaned loudly. “Mmmn!”

[Perhaps Balthier had turned Vaan onto his stomach in order to ram more firmly into the blond, the thief biting into the blanket spread out beneath them.]

Basch panted softly into the dark, his other hand moving down to cup his testicles and caress them gently.

“Vaan.” Balthier growled.

[The blond tightly clenching his muscles around Balthier, urging the man to take him harder, faster.]

Pre-cum dribbled from the tip of Basch’s penis and rolled down his fingers. The ex-knight shut his eyes tightly, pelvis bucking up towards his hand. His thumb swept across the pre-cum slickened tip of his cock and the man bit down on a moan. The sound of skin striking skin intensified, Balthier and Vaan groaned in unison.

[Balthier coupling with Vaan so heatedly that the blond was getting friction burn on his knees. But he didn’t mind. He loved it. His knuckles were white from gripping the edge of the blanket so hard.]

Basch muttered a very un-Basch-like curse, his hand moving even more quickly over his shaft. He squeezed his aching testicles as a slowly burning knot formed in his lower belly.

“Haa…! Nnnn!! Balthier!!!”

[Vaan coming into the pirate’s loving hand, his seed dripping from Balthier’s fingers.]

“Mmm…” Basch sighed, the knot in his belly contracting.

There was a shifting, ruffling sound. The flesh on flesh sounds diminished, but Balthier and Vaan’s moans did not.

[Another change of position. Maybe Vaan on his back again with Balthier gripping tightly onto the backs of his knees, holding his legs open. Or perhaps Vaan was holding them open himself, silently pleading for his lover to claim him fully.]

Basch’s hips jerked upwards. The grip he had on his penis was almost painful, but he didn’t let up. His fingers were sticky with pre-cum and he felt his balls tightening.

“Vaan…! Oh gods…!” Balthier panted.

[The pirate reaching his orgasm, filling Van with his cum. The seed rolling down the blond’s thighs when Balthier carefully pulled out.]

Basch came with a grunt, his ejaculate spilling into his hand and onto his belly. He lay in the dark, panting quietly alongside Vaan and Balthier. The man lifted his hand from his groin, an expression caught between satisfaction and disgust on his face.

In the sudden quiet Basch could just make out the sound of Balthier and Vaan exchanging leisurely kisses and low, satisfied moans.

The ex-knight snorted softly, wiped his hand on his blanket, and rolled over. He didn’t fall asleep until long after Vaan and Balthier had finally fallen asleep.

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Morning dawned chilly and rainy, but bright. Basch was up before his companions, dismantling his tent and rolling it up. He was stuffing his folded blanket into his pack when Balthier, tousle-haired and smelling of Vaan and sex, emerged from his tent.

“Morning Basch.” He drawled.

“Good morning.” Basch replied stiffly, pulling the drawstring on his pack closed.

“Vaan and I were wondering when you’d finally let loose.” Balthier said.

Basch froze in the middle of attaching his tent to the pack, but did not turn towards the pirate. For a few moments the only sound was the light rain plipping off Balthier’s tent.

“I must admit we both admire your resolve.” The man continued. “Five nights? I would have exploded long before then.”

Basch still did not reply or turn around. He finished attaching the tent to his pack, cheeks burning red.

Balthier still continued on, as if he wasn’t engaged in a one-sided conversation, “We think you should cut loose more often. It’s good for you, plus… we don’t mind.”

The ex-knight stood and finally turned to face his companion. Vaan emerged from Balthier’s tent at that moment, his own cheeks pink. He gave Basch a shy, almost apologetic smile and began to take the tent apart. Balthier winked at Basch, patted Vaan affectionately on the bottom, then began to help the thief with the tent.

Basch stood in the drizzle, watching them… with the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips.

THE END! (Balthier, you cad :p Vaan, you cad-in-training :p :p)