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Who: Balthier and Nathaniel
Where: Showers
When: Shower time
What: Balthier needs information
Rating: PG-13

Nathaniel was in the showers again. He hated being dirty and showered at least twice a day. Besides, keeping that long hair shiny was no easy job.

Balthier was fully clothed and he moved into the showers, searching out Nathaniel. He'd picked up vague descriptions from various inmates and assumed the little blonde was Nathaniel. "Hello, might you be Nathaniel Greenwood?" His voice was friendly but he had his usual tone of natural seductive charm.

Nathaniel looked up from the water after rinsing out the rest of the shampoo. "Yes? Who is asking?"

"A friend of a friend," he replied, folding his arms. He was determined to find out something about Raven for Isaack. "You have a brother, correct?"

He frowned. "Yes."

"A brother who goes by the name of 'Raven', yes?" He leant against the wall, watching the small man.

"Who is asking?" It was easy to see that the blonde got defensive. Not many knew of his brother.

"As I said, a friend of a friend." He smirked slightly. "A friend of mine knows your brother, and he'd like to get in contact with him about some unfinished business."

"I don’t think so." He turned away from Balthier to continue to wash. An ice wall was built.

Balthier frowned, watching Nathaniel. He was contemplating the best way to get information from him. He smirked and walked over to him, turning the shower off with one hand while the other hand stroked the long blonde hair. "Come now, don't be cold, just let me know where he is." He purred into the small man's ear.

Nathaniel pulled away quickly. "I don’t even know your name, and you think you can fondle me?"

"My name? Oh, how impolite of me! My name is Balthier. And I wasn't fondling you." He murmured in that ear again. He ran his fingers through the blonde hair.

Nathaniel hissed slightly. "Apparently. Even so. I might be a whore, but information from me, you need to pay for." He smiled back, more seductively now.

Balthier smirked a little. "Now, now, don't play mean. I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement, can't we?" He whispered into his ear, gently, almost lovingly stroking his hair. He knew people with long hair were usually sensitive to touches there.

Nathaniel whimpered as the stroking hurt. "I don’t play mean. Get your hands off me unless you are willing to do it properly."

He frowned and pressed his hands to the wall, pinning Nathaniel between his arms. "All I'm asking for is cooperation, I'll make it worth your while."

"Worth my while you say, and yet you have no idea what I like."

Balthier gritted his teeth slightly, trying to keep his patience. He leaned in to gently nibble the small man's ear, assuming a whore would find it appropriate. "Tell me what you like then, Nathaniel."

"I-like-it-rough." He drove his knee into the others groin.

He groaned slightly, but Nathaniel had small knees and it only hurt a little. He grabbed Nathaniel's wrists and pinned them to the wall with one hand while gripping a handful of hair with the other. "Rough huh? Well, that, I can do." His voice wasn't gentle anymore.

Nathaniel liked it rough, but he could not stand people pulling his hair. "Not the hair!" he squealed in pain.

Balthier grinned slightly, he knew Nathaniel's weakness. He tensed just a little at how he reminded himself of Isaack. "I'll be gentle with your hair if you give me the information I need. Where is Raven?"

"I wont give you squat unless you do the things I like. If you please me, I’ll give you info.”

"Ah, but I'm as good as a married man. You don't want the sanctity of marriage to be ruined, right?" He was clutching at straws, hoping that he wouldn't have to go as far as violent sex with this guy. He didn't feel very much sexual attraction to anyone but Squall these days.

He laughed. "I’ve bedded hundreds of married men. Men, who like it hard, wanna beat their wife, but never will. I’ve made the high politicians of Japan lie before my feet with a dildo up their bum and a cigarette burn on their nipples, and yet they paid me for it!"

Shit. This was getting dangerous. He exhaled slightly. "But, what you don't realise, is that not everyone likes it rough, precious. I'm not a violent man, so our sex would be pathetic and uncomfortable for both of us." He murmured the words as he nuzzled Nathaniel's face, gently nipping his jaw line.

"Too bad, because I don’t get off on the vanilla shit." He was small, but the other shoved him away still. “You have nothing to give me.”

Balthier folded his arms. "I have a question. Are you protected here?" He asked, watching for a reaction.

He jerked slightly. He was not. "Yes!"

"Ah, I see you're not a convincing liar." He smiled slightly. "If you tell me where Raven is, I will give you protection. Unconditional. I'll protect you from everyone." It was obvious that with Balthier's height and build, he could easily protect Nathaniel.

He scowled. He also wanted satisfaction. "I might tell you a bit, if you also make sure I have someone who can fill my needs. I prefer to be dominated."

He thought for a moment. "I can get you someone. Not this instant, but very soon." He would pull in some connections he had. He knew people in this prison because of being in various jails all over the world.

"Fine." he crossed his arms. "What do you wish to know?”

"Firstly, where is Raven?" He asked, picking up a towel for Nathaniel to dry with.

Nathaniel took the towel, wrapping it around himself. “Raven is dead."

He tensed slightly. "How'd it happen?" He asked, frowning. If Isaack learnt that... all hell would probably break loose.

"Suicide." he looked away. It was painful apparently. It had after all been his twin.

Balthier frowned, naturally putting an arm around Nathaniel for comfort. "Did he say why?" His voice was full of care.

He shrank slightly. "Not really. He took a handful of pills a few months ago, and never woke up. He seemed happy. He was going to return to London to his lover."

"Lover?" He asked, guiding Nathaniel to the bench nearby. He sat down and gently tugged the smaller man onto his lap, wanting to comfort him.

He nodded. “A Romanian Doctor."

"I see." So, that was Isaack. Raven was going to return to Isaack. "Why did he leave his lover in the first place?" He asked, hugging Nathaniel on his lap.

Nathaniel pulled away, not wanting the touch. "I don’t know. He never told me why." It was hard to see if the other was lying or not. "All I know he left the doctor for about a year, went back to see him, but I don’t think he found him.”

He frowned a little. "But you were brothers, didn't he explain why he left the doctor?" He needed more, just more to tell Isaack. A reason why Raven left, that was all he needed now.

"He said something about surprising him. I dunno. Raven was always the odd one. He had all these strange and impulsive ideas.”

He laughed slightly. "Yeah, I know the type." He rubbed at Nathaniel's arms through the towel to try to dry him. "What was the surprise? Why would he need to leave the doctor?" He was careful not to name Isaack.

"I dunno. "

"Oh... alright." He nodded once. There was no way he could get information the other didn't know. "He didn't say why he was going to kill himself? No letter or anything?"

He shook his head. "Nope. I guess he was lost inside because he could not find his lover. At least I assume he did not find him. He barely stayed in London a week"

He sighed slightly. "That's awful. I'd feel the same if my lover vanished." He very, very gently stroked Nathaniel's hair. "Are you coping okay?"

"I’m fine." He snapped aggressive.

Balthier frowned. "Alright. You're fine." He shifted Nathaniel off his lap and stood. "Look, if anyone bothers you, let me know. My cell is X1B, failing that, I'm often in the library. I'll keep an eye out for you." He moved to leave. "Oh, and I'll find that man for you, the one for your rough sex."

"You better." His face was red, and he pulled the towel around his nude body. "And he better be hot."

He smirked. "Come now, don't you think I have impeccable taste? I'm British, we want nothing but the best, correct?"

"Exactly."