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Who: Squall, Balthier & Issack
When: Sometime during the day
Where: Library and corridor
What: Arguing
Rating: R



Squall made his way into the Library. He was carrying a single page from his sketchbook - a most detailed piece of him and Balthier in a tangle of limbs in front of an open fireplace. It looked almost like a photograph. He was about to use the laminating machine so he could give the sketch to Balthier for Valentine's day. The sight that greeted him however, was not what he had ever expected to see. Isaack and Balthier. It was obvious what they were doing - or had just finished doing by the look of it. He stared silently for a moment, scrunching the picture into a tight ball, throwing it at the pair, before turning to leave.

Balthier looked to the piece of paper, having not seen Squall. He scooped it up and uncurled it, his stomach turning at the sight. "Oh... gods," he whispered. With just a look to Isaack of pure sickness on his face, he fastened his pants properly and turned to leave, intent on running after Squall.

Isaack blinked, raising an eyebrow at this. "What? Not even a proper thanks? How rude!" He scowled, moving after the two, curious of the outcome of this.

Squall felt sick to his stomach. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to cry or scream, or both. He fled from the Library, making his way along the corridor at a quick pace.

Balthier ran after Squall, despite the pain he had in his lower back. Catching up, he gripped Squall's arm. "Squall, wait!"

Isaack followed fast after, limping with his broken toe still.

Squall immediately brought his free hand, punching Balthier hard in the face. "Let go of me!" He hissed, voice cold as ice.

Expecting such a reaction, Balthier only winced, clicking his jaw afterwards. He released Squall but stayed with him. "At least give me a chance to give you my feeble excuse."

Isaack hesitated, waiting a way back, out of range, but close enough to help should Balthier need it.

"I don't give a damn! I don't want to hear your excuses! Do what the fuck you like, Balth, I don't care." Squall growled hard, trying to fight his tears.

"Squall, listen to me for a minute." He sighed, looking around a moment to be sure no one would hear him. Catching sight of Isaack, he glared slightly as if to tell him to get lost. "I was slipped some viagra. You'll say it is completely untrue, but I tell no lies."

"Fuck off Balthier! I don't care about your excuses! Fuck whoever you want! Just don't expect me to be waiting for you like some obedient puppy!!"

Balthier gripped hold of Squall by his shoulders and looked at his face. "I love you, Squall! Whatever I do with anyone else means nothing to me. Not one damn thing! You cannot just walk away from this!"

Isaack stood watching unaffected by the glare. Jesus Squall was blowing it up. It was just sex. Its not liked Balthier loved him or anything.

"If it didn't matter to you, you wouldn't need to do it!!" Squall hissed, tears rolling down his cheeks. "How would you feel if it was the other way around!? If it was me and Norman, or me and Seifer?!"

"There would be damn emotion behind that! Sex with him is like masturbation, there are no emotions to it!!" He sighed and stepped back slightly, wiping tears from Squall's face. "Look... let us go to our cell. It is better we talk there."

Squall turned his face away. "There is nothing to talk about! I have nothing to say to you and do not care to listen to your lies!"

Isaack wanted to move in, to say something, but he decided not to. he had a feeling he would only make things worse.

"Listen, please Squall... I cannot excuse myself for this, I know that... I just..." He sighed heavily. "We haven't been as close as before recently... and then I was given viagra without my knowledge... All I can do is apologise." He took Squall's hand, expecting to have it snatched away.

Instead Squall dug his nails into Balthier's hand, glaring at him. "Well excuse me for having my sex drive dampened by having my dad three cells away! Even so, you should have come and found me! I'd have.... helped with the problem."

Balthier winced slightly at the nails in his palm. "I could barely walk, Squall. I... I am sorry. That is all I can say. I love you, Squall."

Squall pulled his hand away and carried on walking down the corridor.

Isaack stood back uncomfortable and dizzy. He hated drugs. Hated them so bad.

Balthier followed Squall, still a little swollen and sore in his pants. "Squall, come on! At least say something!"

"I've got nothing to say. Sex is still sex whether there's love involved or not. It's still a betrayal."

At this Isaack moved forward. His pupils where strongly dilated. "We have been slipped drugs.." He was still hard. "I think its viagra mixed with something else." He was talking slow, and wavering a bit.

Balthier sighed slightly, keeping up at Squall's pace, managing to be mostly focused. "Squall, you know I am faithful, I haven't done anything against us for a very long time. I love you too much!"

Squall let out an angry hiss, slamming his fist into the corridor wall. "I don't want to hear it! I do not even want to see you right now! Go look after your lover!!" He spat, carrying on down the hallway.

Isaack growled by this. "Oh get off your high horse Leonhart! " he stumbled, falling face first. He was perhaps big, but he tolerated drugs very poorly. He got to his feet again. "You are being such a kid."

Balthier continued after Squall, not noticing Isaack trip. "I am looking after my lover! That is why I follow after you. Squall. Please, listen. We were both slipped drugs, I shan't ever do that whilst sober."

Squall wiped stray tears from his eyes. "Go and look after Issack." He sighed, rubbing his knuckles.

"Fuck off, I’m fine.:" he growled. "I-- ow fuck.." He had skinned his knee, and the viagra made every part of him sensitive. "Fuck." He growled. "It was just a coincidence it was Balthier.. If anyone else had been standing next to me, I’d screw them too. Even your tight ass."

"Isaack, you are seriously not helping the situation!" He snapped. Balthier took Squall's hand and kissed his knuckles. "Romeo, I love you, you know I do. At least let's go to our cell and try to think things through."

"Could we please leave my ass out of this?!" Squall growled. He whimpered when Balthier took hold of his hand, trying to avoid the other's gaze. "You betrayed me..."

"He did not betray shit! Talk to the two fuckers who spiked our food instead" he grunted.

Balthier lifted Squall's chin to try to catch his gaze. "I did betray you. I know that. I should have tried to come and find you... but my body ruled me and I gave in. My heart hurts to have done this to you again."

Squall looked away, the anger fading to hurt, and a childish pout forming on his lips.

"Yeah.. well.. now that everything’s fine and dandy, can someone please blow me. I’m having blue balls here..." he grunted in joke. God he was inappropriate

"Isaack!!!" Balthier shouted angrily. "Go and buy a fucking whore, your jokes are not helping anything!" He snapped. Balthier gripped Squall's hand and began to lead him towards their cell.

Squall followed, still pouting. His moods were unpredictable. He could change from a violent monster to a frighten child in seconds.

Isaack could barely stand. He would be fine, but his legs where like jello, and his head spinning. He leant against the wall and slid down." Yeah, no, I just think I’m gonna take a powernap."

Balthier sighed and took Squall into their cell. As they arrived, he sat his lover down on the bed, shifting to kneel at his feet. "I am so sorry, my love. I know I cannot make up for this."

Squall flopped sideways to lay down, drawing his knees to his chest. "Forget it."

"I cannot." He stroked Squall's hair, wanting to kiss him but knowing it was not right just now. "I would rather you shout at me, tell me how angry you are."

Squall pouted and pulled a pillow over his head. "I'm too tired to fight anymore, Balth."

Balthier lifted the pillow to look at him, brushing his thumb over Squall's lips. "I have no way to apologise. All I can do is swear to virtually glue myself to your side."

Squall buried his face in the bed, letting out a sad sigh.

Balthier rested against the bed, just sitting on the floor, staring at the wall opposite. He could practically feel their relationship crumbling away.

Squall reached out a hand, fumbling for Balthier's head, petting him lightly, his face still buried in the bed, away from sight.

Balthier turned to look at Squall, frowning slightly. "You shouldn't touch me so gently. I do not want you to feel as though I am the one needing comfort. I made the mistake. You should be screaming at me."

"I don't want to fight." Squall murmured, voice muffled by the bed. "It makes my chest hurt."

Balthier got up off the floor and moved to sit beside Squall, pulling his lover into a hold that was probably unwanted, petting his hair.

Squall buried his face in Balthier's chest, clinging to his arms.

Balthier nuzzled into Squall, kissing his head. "I do not expect you to forgive me... only let me work on showing you I do truly love you."

Squall clung tighter, letting out a soft whimper. "I don't want to hurt anymore."

"I know, angel. And all I have done is hurt you repeatedly." He held his lover tightly, frowning at himself.

Squall frowned a little and leaned up, biting Balthier's lip harshly. "Does my sex bore you?"

Balthier winced but made no protest to the harsh bite. "No, not at all. I love sex with you." He replied, looking at him.

Squall looked away. "Then... why look elsewhere?"

"It was the drugs, Squall. I am still drugged up but I... was weakened with them." He frowned slightly.

Squall tucked his head under Balthier's chin, snuggling against him like a child.

Balthier held him close. "I'm sorry, Squall. I love everything about you." He murmured lovingly into his ear.

Squall gave a nod, burying his face against Balthier's chest.