A Quick Study
FIC INFORMATION
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M/M
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Relationship: Gabranth | Noah fon Ronsenburg/Larsa Ferrinas Solidor/Vayne Carudas Solidor
Character: Gabranth | Noah fon Ronsenburg, Larsa Ferrinas Solidor, Vayne Carudas Solidor
Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Double Penetration, Rimming, Disabled Character, Scar Worship, blowjob, Post-Game(s)
Language: English
Collections: RelationShipping 2021
Published: 03/09/2021
Words: 4,559
Chapters: 1/1
Many years have passed since the war with Dalmasca ended, and Vayne has been recovering slowly in exile. Infrequent visits and heated correspondences have left Larsa wanting more, though, and he is of a mind to bring these lessons directly to his brother.Notes
For Welsper
So I rewatched the ending of the game before starting this and my heart hurt for Vayne and how much pain he must have been in, had he survived, so I basically had to go with this (mix of) prompt(s)! I hope you enjoy the fic, and I hope that you don't mind my exploring of a disabled Vayne - it's a subject close to my heart, so I really wanted to try and do it some justice.
This is set an unspecified time after the game, but I imagine around 5 or so years have passed.
A bell rang out at the opening of a door, and Vayne looked up from his correspondence, raising a singular eyebrow at the intrusion. He was not expecting visitors - nay, there were scant few people alive who knew where he resided, now, let alone who he was - and yet visitors there were.
He sighed and wiped off his pen on a square of blotting parchment before setting it aside in its holder. "Are you to linger out there all afternoon, or do I get the pleasure of knowing your faces before the sun goes down?"
The distinctive sound of armour against marble rung out, and Vayne carefully settled his face into neutrality as Gabranth entered the room, shortly followed by Larsa, who was growing fast as a young tree these days, being no less than a head shorter than Noah himself, even in all his armour.
"Lord brother!" Larsa crossed the distance from door to desk in few bounding steps, a great smile splitting his face as he took in Vayne in all his meagre splendour. "You are looking well!"
Vayne glanced down at his bared arms, scars as gnarled wood across their length and yet more besides, all about his body. "Well enough, I suppose, for an exiled cripple." He smiled, though, unable to tamp down the fluttering of his stomach into something more seemly at the sight of his ever-exuberant brother.
Gabranth removed his helmet and set it upon a side table, pushing a hand through his short hair to loosen the sweat that had no doubt gathered there. "You have done much with this place, since our last visit." He glanced around the room, an office really, with appraising eyes.
"Well, my rehabilitation comes along apace, and a man has to have something to keep him busy when there is not much in the way of politics to entertain." Vayne settled back in his high-backed chair, regarding Gabranth under lidded eyes. "And this visit, is it political or," his gaze slid to Larsa, who had perched himself against the desk, "for pleasure?"
"Your company is always a pleasure," Larsa said with a laugh. He leaned back and patted Vayne on the arm. "I am glad to hear of your rehabilitation, brother. I worried that you would never get your mobility back for a time, but it is good to know you have moved past that."
Vayne smiled thinly, but he laid his hand atop Larsa's, revelling quietly in the simple feeling of warm flesh against his own. "With some difficulty, I am not too proud to admit..." He shook his head to dispel the sudden memories of physical therapy, the hours spent forcing his body to move in the ways it ought to. "But you have not answered my question, Your Excellency. Business or pleasure?"
"Why, pleasure of course." Larsa rose from the desk and circled it, coming to kneel next to Vayne's chair. "I have been much detained with affairs of state of late, and I found myself sorely missing your presence." He glanced up at Gabranth, a strange smile hovering on his lips. "And all that besides, I personally missed you, as Noah can attest."
"He has done nothing but pine for the last three months." Gabranth came to Vayne's other side, folding his arms across his chest and looking sidelong at Larsa with a fond smile.
"I have done no such thing!" Larsa shot a glare at Gabranth, but the way his eyes shifted back to Vayne, checking for his reaction, belied his words. "And you do not have to call me that. In this place, we are equals, remember?"
Vayne sat forward and reached up a hand, twining his fingers with Larsa's, glad that he'd clawed back more movement into his hands, painful though the whole wretched process had been.
Larsa brought their twined hands up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to Vayne's knuckles, uncaring that they were scarred, ignoring the twisted, imperfect skin, and Vayne shuddered.
"I had an idea," Larsa murmured, eyes meeting Vayne's over their hands, "and Noah suggested I bring it to you in person."
"Aye, well, as fun as written correspondence may be, it does not hold a candle to physical intimacy." Gabranth removed his gauntlets and placed them carefully on Vayne's desk, atop one of the many, many piles of paperwork.
"Intimacy, is it?" Vayne swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. Larsa had always been... precocious, and especially tenacious in his pursual, but this? This had a different air to it.
"I have... found myself thinking of you and Noah, of late," Larsa began, cheeks colouring prettily as he voiced his thoughts. "Together..."
Vayne's brow lifted again, and he shot a glance at Gabranth, only to find a predatory smile and heated gaze, trailing up and down Vayne's body as he sat, suddenly fiercely aware of his entire self.
"A coordinated assault? You have been learning." He swallowed again. "Tell me more... I would hear this in your words."
Larsa's ears turned scarlet, but to his credit, he did not shy. "I wish Noah to teach me," he breathed, "to... teach me how to please you, brother. I see the way you come apart under his touch, and I would have that for myself."
The rush of blood to Vayne's crotch was sudden, and he found himself shifting in his chair. "Pray, continue," he replied, voice a little hoarse.
"Perhaps we should take this to the bedroom." Gabranth put a hand atop Vayne's shoulder and gave it a warm squeeze. "Do you need help standing?"
His words were well-meaning, but Vayne's lips pursed automatically. "I can manage, thank you." His cane hung in a neat crevasse carved into his desk, and he reached for it with no small amount of sourness, though it was well-hidden by long practice, of late.
"Very well." Gabranth stood and reached out for Larsa's hand, taking it and drawing him close so he could wrap an arm about his waist. "Come, my lord, and you can expound on all of your ideas in comfort." He slid his other arm around Vayne's waist too, loose enough that he could use his cane with no hindrance, and they ambled off into Vayne's airy bedroom.
The bed was large enough for three, and Vayne sat on the edge gratefully. Though his physical therapy was continuing apace, and his progress was good, even short walks could prove difficult after sitting for much of the morning. He caught his breath, rubbing unconsciously at his hip, the heat and gentle pressure of his hand soothing the glassy pain there, at least for a moment.
Larsa came to kneel on the bed next to him, a look of concern writ upon his face so raw that Vayne could barely bring himself to look upon it. He rested a gentle hand upon Vayne's shoulder. "If you need more rest, we do not have to do this now." his eyes darted down to where Vayne's hand still rubbed. "Or perhaps between the two of us, we could give you a little relief?"
Vayne raised an eyebrow at the catch of hopefulness in Larsa's voice, small but audible, for those who knew what to listen for. He cleared his throat, a little gruff. "I believe... that would be acceptable." He glanced up at Gabranth, standing before him, adorned in his own scars. "Perhaps you could elaborate upon your, ah, fantasies, while the capable Gabranth here utilises that uncommon strength of his?"
The smile that split Larsa's face was as sunshine, and it warmed Vayne to his core. "I believe that is an acceptable compromise. But first-" He stood gracefully and closed the distance between himself and Gabranth, fingers going to the buckles at his breastplate like they were born to it.
Gabranth huffed out a laugh. "Aye, well, armour doesn't exactly make for ease of intimacy."
"Perhaps not, but the removal of said armour certainly does." Larsa shot a look at Vayne over his shoulder. "Make yourself comfortable, brother, and do enjoy the show. We shall be with you shortly, just as soon as I have divested our dear Noah of his plate." He stood on his tiptoes, still shorter than Gabranth even after all his growth, and stole a kiss from his lips, pleased as a cat.
Gabranth moaned, just a little thing, his hands finding their way to Larsa's waist like they belonged there, and Vayne began to wonder just how often they'd done this, in his absence. The thought was a pleasant one, and he was mildly surprised to find himself not jealous one whit - in fact, the idea just served to fan the flames building inside him as Larsa proceeded to remove the armour from Gabranth, piece by piece, til he was down to the simple linens beneath.
Vayne could not help but look, drinking in the lean hardness of Gabranth's body; even scarred as he was, and injured after their final battle to boot, the man was still in exceptional shape. A shame the same could not be said of himself, but now was not the time for dwelling on such things. He looked up as Gabranth and Larsa approached the bed, anticipation sending his stomach to butterflies. "You are quite ready, then?" Vayne licked his lips, chasing it with teeth, biting down on his bottom lip as Larsa crawled across the bed to him.
"Yes, although you are not, I see." Larsa chuckled, noting the distinct tenting of Vayne's loose trousers. "I am glad you enjoyed the sight, though I must insist that you lay down." He applied gentle pressure to Vayne's shoulder, pushing him backwards onto the pile of oversized pillows that served as support while he slept.
Gabranth joined them on the bed, straddling Vayne's thighs while Larsa moved to his head, nestling among the pillows and adjusting Vayne so that his shoulders and head were pillowed into his lap.
"Are you quite comfortable, dear brother?" Larsa looked down at Vayne and caressed his cheek, smiling at him with such love and warmth that it had Vayne's stomach all aflutter.
"Y-yes," he replied, nearly undone by the tenderness he saw there. "Yes, quite comfortable. Although I am still curious what your Gabranth here has planned..."
Gabranth chuckled. "There is no need to stand on ceremony, Vayne. Call me Noah, please." He bent and began to remove Vayne's trousers, just simple linen things in dark navy, and to his credit, did not wince or even make any distasteful face at the extent of the scarring upon his thighs and hip.
Of course, it was by far not the first time Gabranth - no, Noah - had seen Vayne divested of his clothes, but fumbles in the dark were not exactly conducive to a full view of your lovers, and feeling them at your fingertips was never quite the same as seeing them with your own eyes. It had been many years, after all, until even Vayne was able to look upon himself without disgust, and he could barely hold back from closing his eyes, hiding from the potential reaction.
Noah, though, just smiled, showing his teeth, and skimmed both hands down Vayne's hips and thighs. He followed the tracery of scarring across hips and stomach, mapping them out with gentle, but firm, fingertips, and this time Vayne did allow his eyes to close, his head to tip back into Larsa's lap.
Larsa, who took Vayne's face in both hands, who bent and kissed him deeply, tongue flitting to caress Vayne's lower lip. From his upside down angle, it felt a little strange, but Vayne couldn't help but moan, especially as Larsa sank his fingers into the mass of long, curling hair, stroking through it from scalp to tip as he claimed Vayne's mouth for his own.
They broke apart smiling for breath, and Larsa flicked a significant glance at Noah. "Use your mouth," he murmured, "I want to see you."
Noah nodded his assent and began, lifting Vayne's leg by the thigh and pressing soft kisses to every inch of his scars until Vayne was squirming under his ministrations.
"You will be the death of me," Vayne whispered, voice hoarse. He looked up at Larsa, so beautiful even from the upside down view, his bright eyes fixed on Noah, drinking in every detail of how he moved, how Noah's lips curled in a smile as he nuzzled, licked and kissed, tasting Vayne's thighs, his hips, his stomach, everywhere the Undying had wrecked with its power.
Vayne arched beneath him, fingers fisted into the silk coverlet and cheeks hot with a mix of shame and pleasure. It was almost too much, those sensual touches combined with Larsa caressing his face and his fingers in Vayne's hair, tightening to pull him in for another deep kiss just as Noah sucked Vayne's dick into his mouth, taking him to the hilt with a groan of apparent relish.
"He is good at that, isn't he?" Larsa breathed into Vayne's mouth. "How well he takes you, brother. Perhaps I should join him down there... would you like that? Noah could give me a physical lesson, then, hmm?"
Vayne could only groan, and Larsa smirked in reply. "Very well then." He planted one last, sloppy kiss on Vayne's lips and then extricated himself, settling Vayne back onto his pillows before crawling down the bed to kneel opposite Noah.
With one hand, he drew Noah off Vayne's dick and up for a kiss, smiling into it. "Gods, but you taste good..."
"You can have a taste yourself." Noah's eyes lidded and shifted his legs, kneeling on the opposite side of Vayne. He threaded his fingers into Larsa's hair, pushing him down until his lips grazed the head of Vayne's dick.
Larsa swallowed, then parted his lips, allowing his mouth and jaw to relax as Noah guided him. His eyes widened as Vayne's dick filled him, heavy and hot on his tongue, and a little salty from precome after Noah's efforts.
Vayne lifted his head to watch, eyes meeting Noah's over Larsa's bobbing head, and he shivered at the sight.
"He's a quick study," Noah said with a languid smile. "Don't forget to use that tongue, my lord. He likes it when you tease his slit. Don't let him come, though, it'd be a shame to end our entertainments too soon, would it not?" He loosened his grip on Larsa's head slightly, allowing him to rise up and use his tongue more; dipping down into Vayne's slit, applying pressure and then letting off, watching Vayne's face and cataloguing his reactions as though he were taking a lesson, which, in a way, he was.
"Shame he's wearing so many clothes, though." Vayne's voice came hoarse and husky, and he couldn't help but sink his own fingers into Larsa's dark, soft hair, lacing them with Noah's as they both pushed Larsa's head back down.
Noah smirked. "Let's do something about that then, shall we?"
Larsa groaned around Vayne's dick at that, the vibration of it making Vayne jerk against him like a chain reaction as Noah began to remove Larsa's trousers. The laces came open easily and soon Larsa was as bared as Vayne, leaving only Noah still wearing anything - a fact he seemed to enjoy, if his grin was anything to go by.
"Hmm." Noah tapped his chin, one hand stroking Larsa's arse proprietarily. "I've seen how much you like to watch me ride Vayne, I've a mind to give you a proper lesson." He removed his hand and licked his thumb, laving it thoroughly with his tongue and then dipping it into Larsa's arse, circling his entrance. "Vayne, do you happen to have any oils around? I plan to make him quite wet, but lubrication always smooths the way."
Vayne nodded, distracted by Larsa's tongue. "The drawer," he managed, gesturing at the ornate chest beside the bed with an imprecise hand. "Top one, ah!"
Larsa smiled around Vayne's dick, grazing the underside with his teeth once more and raising one eyebrow as if in challenge, while Noah retrieved the bottle of oil and settled himself back down with it at his side.
With both hands, he lifted Larsa by the hips and turned him so that he was straddling Vayne proper, arse towards the bottom of the bed and in a prime location for Noah's access. "Oil is for later, allow me-" Noah bent over and spread Larsa's cheeks with both hands, teasing with his thumbs before sinking his tongue as deep as he could into Larsa's entrance.
Taken by surprise, Larsa grunted, the sound muffled by Vayne's dick and his nose buried in pubic hair. He flushed to the ears, halting his attentions on Vayne as Noah's tongue fucked into him, licking and stroking and doing something with the tip that had Larsa seeing stars.
Both of Vayne's hands cradled Larsa's face, stroking through his hair and down his cheeks and brushing the underside of his throat, feeling the movement as Larsa swallowed around his dick and then allowing him to come up for air, to gasp against Vayne's scarred hip, forehead pressed against ropey flesh. "Use the oil now, Noah," Vayne purred, still gentling Larsa with both hands.
Noah chuckled and left off Larsa's arse. "And here I thought we were in charge. As you wish, my lord." He retrieved the oil and unstoppered it, the herbal scent of it pleasant to his nose. With a careful tip of the bottle, he poured out a glistening stream directly into Larsa's arse, drawing a groan from his lips, muffled by Vayne's hip.
"What are you planning?" Larsa turned to look at Noah, face flushed. His hips jerked and he cried out as Noah pressed two slick thumbs into his arse, stretching him open with the same steady care as he took over sharpening his weapons.
"You did request that I show you how to please your lord brother here, did you not?" Noah smiled, predatory, and replaced thumbs with three fingers. "I know you can take one of us, as you have taken me many times and him too, but what about the both of us, hm?"
Another finger or two, Larsa lost count - all he knew was that if he felt full already, what was it going to be like with two of them? "Do it," he breathed, "I- I'm ready."
Noah smiled again and met Vayne's eyes, holding his gaze as he took hold of Larsa, both oiled hands around his waist, and lifted him as easily as though he were a doll. Noah settled back onto his haunches and lowered Larsa down onto Vayne's dick until he was seated to the hilt, braced comfortably against Noah's chest as he settled onto his knees.
Larsa's head fell back as Vayne reached down and took hold of his dick, leaking already and so sensitive that he couldn't hold back a gasp.
"I'm afraid you will have to do most of the work here," Vayne murmured, still holding Noah's gaze. "My motion is... limite- ah!"
A roll of Larsa's hips, and a wicked little grin was the answer to that, and then he groaned as Vayne stroked his dick, thumb rubbing across the head just the way Larsa liked it.
Behind him, Noah fumbled at the fastenings to his trousers, shoving them down past his arse and hissing as he finally freed his dick; the close proximity had it rubbing up against Larsa's arse and the root of Vayne's dick too, and by all the hells it felt good - good enough that it had him taking hold and slicking it up with more haste than he probably should, oil spreading messily across his thigh and Larsa's arse both, but it only served to make it easier for Noah to nudge the head of his dick up and push it inside.
Vayne gasped, groping for Larsa's hand with his free one and enfolding their fingers together as Larsa fell backward against Noah's chest with a guttural groan. The movement was enough to have Vayne's hips jumping, which set off a chain reaction as his dick was driven deeper, so hot and tight and slippery that Larsa could barely stand it, and Noah's hand joining Vayne's at Larsa's dick while his other encircled his waist, moving him in time with Noah's hips to bring him up and then down, all his body completely given over to pleasure.
"L-Larsa..." Vayne murmured, tugging on his hand, "Larsa, please, I need-"
Noah manipulated Larsa deftly, pushing him down so that he laid atop Vayne's chest, and ceased all movement of his hips for a moment as the two kissed; sloppy and deep, their eyes closed and tiny moans spilling from their lips.
"Does it feel good, lord brother?" Larsa pressed his forehead against Vayne's, slick with sweat and exertion, and moved his hips experimentally. He gasped into Vayne's mouth as Noah drove deeper inside him, nestled so heavy against Vayne's dick and filling him up more than he ever thought possible.
Vayne gasped out a laugh and bit down on Larsa's bottom lip, suddenly possessive. "It feels good," he replied, then bit again, and again, until Larsa's lip was red and sore. "Nothing feels quite as good as you. Never did." He glanced over Larsa's shoulder and caught Noah's eye again, brows raised in a challenge. "Make him come." The words were an order, and Noah shuddered, unable to deny the pull that tone still had upon him, the way it tugged deep down to his dick.
He could do nothing but oblige: one hand slid down Larsa's spine, coming to rest at the small of his back, while the other took him at a willow-slender hip, holding him in place as Noah fucked into his arse. His own willpower did not fail him - never let it be said that Noah fon Ronsenburg was one to give in so easily - even as he felt Vayne's thighs tremble, his hips jerking erratically, Larsa's arse clenching around them both, he did not falter.
Larsa came apart between them, mouthing at Vayne as his hips stuttered. The extra friction as his dick rubbed between Vayne's stomach and his own was enough to send him over the edge, coming with a messy garble of nonsense into Vayne's mouth, his brother's hands in his hair and salt tears of overstimulation streaking his face.
Larsa could barely feel it when Vayne followed, save for the tightening grip and soft, nearly imperceptible groan into his hair. All he knew was that it was hotter, and wetter too, and that Noah was still fucking him through their orgasms.
Vayne lifted his head with effort, hips still twitching. "Noah." Even exhausted and blissed out from his own orgasm, Vayne's voice commanded.
Noah's hips jerked as though they were on a line, once, twice and then he too was spilling his seed into Larsa with a hoarse, wordless cry. Rather than toppling down on top of Larsa and Vayne, Noah managed to slip to the side and collapse onto the bed. He laughed, breathless and short.
"Good to see you still hold the reins." He patted Vayne gently on the thigh, then rolled on his side and propped himself up on one elbow, taking in Larsa's slight, boneless weight draped atop his brother, and Vayne himself, his hair sweated damp and mussed, a rosy, satisfied glow to his cheeks that Noah rarely saw, these days.
"You always were your own man, but a commanding word can still drive to the quick of you." Vayne turned and smiled at Noah, eyes languid. "Help me with Larsa, I do believe that between us, we have killed him."
Larsa stifled a laugh against Vayne's gently fuzzed chest. "I am not dead," he protested, waving a hand around until he found Noah's. "Just very, very satisfied."
"And very, very heavy." Vayne attempted to lift his chest off the bed but was thoroughly defeated. A shooting pain began to make itself known in his hip, and he hissed between clenched teeth. "Dear brother, I must-"
"Oh!" Larsa lifted his head, alarmed, and rolled off Vayne with a wet noise, right into the gap Noah had thoughtfully left. "Oh I am sorry, I should have thought!" He ran his hands gentle as a butterfly's touch across Vayne's hip and thigh, concern writ sharp on his face. "Where does it hurt? The most, I mean. I would help-"
"In the chest, bottom drawer this time. There is a device, and a small pouch beside."
Noah rolled over obligingly and rummaged until he located said pouch and device: a blown glass tube in a rich, jewelled green, with a small mouthpiece at the bottom. He held it up to the light, tilting it this way and that to catch the flashes of iridescence in the glass.
"It's beautiful!" Larsa took the device from Noah and handed it to Vayne, then rearranged the pillows and helped him to get more upright.
"Beautiful and necessary," Vayne said with a wry chuckle. He did something with the pouch and his fingers, and the next thing Larsa knew, there was a gentle glow at the bottom of the bowl. "I made a request of our diplomatic neighbours, and the Lady Ashe was happy to oblige. Thanks to your excellent work, of course. I know how hard you have been sowing seeds of forgiveness, these past years." He settled back into his pillows and pulled Larsa in, allowing him to nestle up against his chest with Noah at his back, as comfortable as could be.
A lazy plume of smoke rose as Vayne took a puff, eyes flickering closed as the herbal remedy did its work. Not a substitute for a pain-free life, but a balm.
"How pleasant, this scent," Noah commented, tracing a lazy pattern across Vayne's thigh, and for the first time in a long time, Vayne didn't feel the urgent, immediate need to hide his scars, or to lash out with some twist of words.
"It certainly helps dull the pain, and for that I am full glad." Vayne dropped a kiss atop Larsa's head, smoothed back his hair with his free hand. "Was it all you intended, then? You are satisfied with the lesson?"
Larsa beamed up at him, the coeurl who'd got the cream and the cake both. "Oh I don't know. Noah is an excellent teacher, it has to be said, but I feel I would benefit from a repeat lesson. Perhaps a revision or two?" His eyes danced mischief, and Vayne's heart ached with love, and even for Noah, aye, though it had taken them long enough to get there.
"I think you have quite taxed your brother enough for the day." Noah tapped his palm against the curve of Larsa's arse. "There is plenty of time for further lessons - we are here a month, after all."
Vayne's eyes widened, and he shot a look at Noah. "A month, you say?"
"Aye. Will that be a problem?"
Larsa looked up at Vayne, hope dancing in his eyes. "We will make ourselves useful, brother. You have my word!"
"Oh, will you?" Vayne laughed, a deep-throated, wild thing that took him completely by surprise. "Well then, a month it is. I must needs clear my schedule."
