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Who: Sam and Balthier
When: After Sam gets out of solitary
What: Shower, shaves, sleep
Where: Showers and cell
Rating: None. Reference to Sam's crimes and sex. That's it really. ^^

 

Balthier was lying on his bunk, on his front, desperate to get in some sleep. He'd been having nightmares about Isaack's stabbing and he was uncomfortable in the cell alone anyway. His head was covered with the blankets and he was somewhere near asleep. Having swapped sheets with Squall, he could smell the scent of his lover on them. His skin, his hair and the faint smell of cigarette smoke.

 

Sam was shaggy looking when he was escorted to the cell. The red hair longer than it had been and a beard covering his chin. He smelled of sex too. Mutou had not let his handsome ex-secretary be while he was in solitary. "Oy, sleepyhead."

 

The familiar British voice made Balthier smile. He pulled the blankets down from his face and grinned at the redhead. "Hey, you're back! Come here!" He patted the bed for the smaller male to sit by him.

 

Sam moved over to him, dropping down. "God I look horrible.” he yawned. It would be nice to sleep in a clean bed again.

 

"You do look a bit rough. Need a shave." He gently scratched at Sam's beard then yanked him into a hug. "It was so weird without your noisy snoring at night." He teased, ruffling red hair.

 

"Oy! I don’t snore! You do!"

 

He laughed and flopped back. "Not lately I don't. I haven't slept." He yawned widely then, covering his mouth with his hand. "You reek of sex. Who'd you sleep with in solitary? A guard?"

 

"The warden seemed to like my butt." He scowled slightly.

 

He frowned. "The warden? That's some deep shit, Sam. You sure it's okay to be the warden's screw toy?" He sat up and began rubbing Sam's shoulders. It was obvious he was tense after his stay in the villa.

 

“You really think I have an opinion in that matter?" he replied scowling. "He said that my mishap put shame on him as I was his secretary, and he needed to 'punish' me for it." The redhead smiled crooked. "But other than it being a bit rough, it’s better than being all alone."

 

His fingers worked on Sam's shoulders and upper back. "He's a sick guy. You're not just a toy for him to abuse." He sighed slightly and hugged his smaller friend with his back to his chest. "You should go take a shower. I can come with you if you want."

 

"Id like that. I’ve had enough alone time for a while now." He moaned a bit by the massage.

 

He kissed Sam's head. "Come on then. Get a towel, we'll go shower now." He let go of the smaller man and moved to get a towel for himself, stretching his arms up once he had.

 

Sam stretched, scratching his bearded chin. "Bring a razor, why don’t ya. I look like crap."

 

Balthier nodded and picked up a razor then began to head for the showers. "Come on, Sammy. I want to get back and sleep. I might relax now you're home." He chuckled softly.

 

He followed closely after the other, wanting the shave.

 

They walked to the showers, which were mostly empty but for a few preparing to leave. Balthier put his things down and undressed then moved under a shower head and let the water just soak him.

 

Sam discarded quickly of his clothing, stepping under the warm spray. God, he felt like he had not showered in ages. He felt nice to wash the sex off his body. On his butt were red handprints after where Mutou had smacked him.

 

Balthier pulled Sam closer then soaped up his hands. He coated the man's chin then picked up the razor. "Don't flinch. And don't worry; I'm very good at this." He then began shaving the male's face.

 

"I trust you, don’t worry."

 

He smiled at Samuel's words of trust then removed all the facial hair. Once he finished he rubbed Sam's cheek. "There. All done. I can see your girly face now." He teased, moving to shower himself now.

 

"Teh! I’m not girly! You should have seen the guy that passed me on the way here. Now HE is girly!"

 

Balthier laughed. "There are a lot of girly boys in here. A friend of mine now has one as a pet."

 

"Really?"

 

"Yeah, this kid is really adorable. My friend beats him though, which is a shame since the kid adores him."

 

"Oh, that’s too bad."

 

"Mm." He scrubbed at his own body and was showered pretty quickly. The tall blonde began drying himself. He caught a glimpse of the handprints on Sam's butt. "Wow, so the warden likes to beat the people he plays with too?"

 

He flushed pink. "he slap while he fucks to make you tighten."

 

Balthier frowned as he wrapped his towel around his waist. "He could just be polite and ask. I mean, sure, a little bit of violence is fun but marking you like that is over the top."

 

"What does he do?"

 

"Hm? What does who do?" He ruffled his own blonde hair, picking up his clothes.

 

"Your friend." he wanted to steer the topic away from his butt.

 

Balthier half smiled with a soft sigh. "He hits his pet. Usually in the face. But this kid is really sweet. This guy just doesn't like the fact that the kid looks like his last boyfriend."

 

"Oh, well… that sucks, why does the kid stay with him?"

 

Balthier shrugged. "He's stupid? I don't know, he's just like a little child. He's 18 but he seems so much younger."

 

"Deranged then."

 

He nodded then stretched. "You almost done? I'm getting tired again." He yawned as he spoke.

 

"Yeah, sorry." He finished with his hair. "All done. Let’s go."

 

Balthier waited as Sam gathered his things then led him back to their cell. As soon as they arrived back he dropped his towel and climbed into bed naked.

 

Sam did as well, climbing under the covers. "Thanks. How is Squall doing?" he asked carefully.

 

Balthier yawned a little. "He's...fine. Why'd you ask me?" Balthier wasn't sure if Sam knew about his relationship with Squall.

 

"Dunno. You are the one who has been outside all this time."

 

"Oh...yeah. Well, he's okay, as far as I know. I haven't seen him today. I've been here all the time."

 

"Ahh"

 

He ruffled his damp hair. "Hey...Sam? Can I ask you something?"

 

"Sure, ask ahead."

 

"Why did you kill that guy? Y'know, the one that got you sent to solitary?"

 

"I … was hurt. Really bad."

 

Balthier sat up a little. He grabbed some boxers and pulled them on then climbed up to sit on Sam's bunk. "Why? What hurt you? You don't have to tell me though..."

 

"Well, it’s no secret that I fancy Squall. And... Well, I honestly thought he fancied me back. But when I tried to kiss him, he pushed me away."

 

He looked down at the floor as his feet dangled off the edge of the bunk. "O-oh...did he say why?" He looked at Sam then.

 

"He said he liked someone else. I dunno, it was rather unclear after he pushed me way. My head was swimming."

 

Balthier nodded slightly. "Didn't say who he liked?" He felt so guilty right now.

 

"Not that I remember. But it doesn’t matter does it. I know he fancies Norman a bit, so I assumed it was him. Had I run into him before the guy in the showers, it would be him who was laying face down dead."

 

He suddenly realised that he was in a very dangerous place. Now that Squall was more open about their relationship, it wouldn't be long until Sam found out. "Sam, you can't just go about killing everyone who fancies someone you like. If I did that, there would be a lot of dead people."

 

"I know, but, well... I’ve never fancied anyone before I met Squall. I really thought I was unable to fancy. And... he led me to believe he liked me back."

 

He nodded a little. "It always hurts when someone you like moves on. I know that better than most would assume. But...isn't there anyone else you like? Someone you find attractive, or like talking to, anyone?" He was fishing for a way out of the problems.

 

"No. When I even think of him, my chest feels tight and warm. I wished I did not feel it like that, but when I saw that guy, I just pictured Norman... and I could not control myself."

 

He nodded again then began stroking his fingers through Sam's hair. "I understand. Jealousy is a hard thing to handle. But you should try to settle for being his friend at least."

 

"If he doesn’t want me as a lover, I don’t want him as a friend. I can’t handle the pain of seeing him with someone else. I might do something I’ll regret."

 

Seeing how hurt Sam obviously was, and knowing how guilty he was, Balthier climbed over Sam and hugged the smaller male to him, his chest against Sam's back with the blankets between them.

 

Sam blinked in surprise. "What’s up with all the hugs?"

 

"I guess I got lonely without you here. Don't go getting yourself thrown inside again." He nuzzled Sam's ear.

 

"Heh, I can’t guarantee. I might strangle Norman.,"

 

Balthier chuckled. He didn't rightly mind that idea but he knew that it would be him in danger soon. "Just try. I missed your annoying arrogance."

 

"Hehe,” he smirked. "I’m not that arrogant. You are just as bad!"

 

He pulled Sam a little closer, cold from only being in his underwear. "So you've said. I'm not that arrogant either. But we're both cocky." He laughed.

 

"We are British. We are allowed."

 

Balthier laughed loudly and buried his face in Sam's neck. "You make us Brits sound like right bastards. We can't act so cocky in America, Sammy boy. It's how you lose friends."

 

"I don’t need many friends. And certainly not American ones."

 

"Oooh, Sam. You should keep that attitude to just this room. You can't go about saying that in here." He pulled Samuel over to face him and petted his hair back from his pale, newly shaven face. "And everyone needs friends, Samuel."

 

"I’ve managed with no friends so far. Sure, it’s been hard, but I survive."

 

"You've got me though. I'm your friend. Okay?" He smiled at the smaller male.

 

"Yeah, but you are a Brit, so it’s okay."

 

Balthier laughed softly and put his finger over Sam's lips. "None of that. The yanks are nice once you get to know them. Stop being a naughty boy and play nice."

 

"I’m not a nice boy, the corpse in the freezer shows that."

 

He groaned and hugged Sam tightly then, pulling the smaller male against his chest. "Don't think about that. Just relax. No talk of murder or corpses. I'm a wimp when it comes to that stuff."

 

"Haha, sissy." he smirked, closing his eyes. The warmth felt nice.

 

Balthier chuckled and tugged the blankets over himself, forgetting the fact that Sam was naked and he was only in his underwear. He held Sam close, shivering slightly. "Yeah, so I'm a sissy. You're a grumpy little bugger."

 

"Sure.” He wrapped his arms around him, closing his eyes, drifting into sleep.

 

Balthier let out a sigh, looking across the cell. He was dreading the moment Sam found out about him and Squall.

Comments

ooc

[kogepant.livejournal.com]

xDD I read the rating wrong and thought Sam and Balthier sexed. I was all ready to call Balthier a slut too! xD I'm glad they didn't. Though DRAMA! They like the same boy. *snickers* Fantastic.

Also- I'm totally asking my friend in prison if any of the guys in there say 'fancy' when referring to someone they like. xD Too cute.

Re: ooc

[hansaki-sono.livejournal.com]

Hahaa! Nooo, no sexing for these two!! Though, it was almost on the cards. XD And yuss! DRAMA FTW! XDD