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Who: Issack, Ba’Gamnan, Balthier, Squall
When: Daytime
Where: Laundry Room
What: Revenge
Rating: NC-17



Isaack sat crouched beside Ba'Gamnan, cutting his fingernails with a rather nasty looking shiv. he was waiting for the other to wake. He had of course tied his hands, and gagged him. And strapped his legs to a washing machine. "Dammit he sleeps long Balthier."

Balthier was stood in the doorway, keeping an eye out. He'd been sure to make Isaack wait until Squall's shift was finished there. He didn't want his lover to see this. As Isaack spoke, he didn't even look over. "Mm. I know." He mumbled.

Ba'Gamnan stirred, giving a groan, shifting and tugging at the restraints holding him.

Isaack grinned."Oh! Balthier, look, puppy is waking!" he smiled happily, honestly looking pleased. "So, how does your own drugs feel, hm?"

Balthier didn't look, he just tensed slightly. "Yes." He replied, keeping his eyes fixed on the hallway.

Ba'Gamnan growled a little, biting at the gag, blurred eyes glaring at Issack.

Isaack smirked, pulling the gag down a bit. "I’ve bribed the guards, no one will come. But if you scream, I still will cut your tongue out, savvy?"

A slight chuckle came out, and Balthier looked to Isaack. "Savvy? I do believe you're picking up pirate words from me, Isaack." He smirked at his friend.

Ba'Gamnan spat at Issack. "Cut out my tongue will it? Hmph. it that came from a bottle up it's ass?" He hissed, twisting his wrists to try and free them.

He laughed. "Funny. Look Balthier, He is imitating my way of speaking, and yes, I do pick up your lines now and then. But it’s flattering. But yes. I this is from you shoving a bottle up my bum. It did rather hurt, and I have to admit, not many dare do such things to me"

Balthier scoffed. "I'd do it, just to annoy you." He chuckled, taking a chance and moving in to crouch at Ba'Gamnan's level. "How've you been, old friend?" His voice was spiteful and sarcastic.

Ba'Gamnan growled, glaring at Balthier. "You! Always at the center of all my troubles! Pirate scum!!"

Isaack laughed. "Of course he is. Balthier and Squall is as fantastic as I am." he smirked. "Hmm... what to start with what to start with…" he moved a finger down Ba'gamnan’s cheek.

Balthier half-laughed. "As good as? Hm. I'm a little better than you, Brie." He teased. Looking at Ba'Gamnan, he smirked. "At the centre of your troubles? My dear, I am the creator of your troubles."

Ba'Gamnan snapped at Issack's finger with his teeth, growling more. "Balthier! I should have finished you and your sky pirate whore when I had the chance!"

Isaack growled, slapping the tied up man hard. "Say such things about my friends again, and I might concider feeding you your own dick, and if you know the slightest about me, you know that I will.."

Balthier let Isaack hit his enemy before landing a punch in his stomach. "Pirates we may be, but she was hardly the whore you are." He growled, gripping a tight handful of Ba'Gamnan's hair.

Ba'Gamnan let out an annoyed hiss of pain, biting hard at Balthier's wrist. "She was a whore. As much of a whore as you and more besides!"

Isaack lost his temper now. He lifted his fist, banging it into Ba'gamnan’s mouth so hard that it was pretty sure to knock out the front teeth.

Balthier hissed slightly at the bite, using the fact that he had a grip of Ba'Gamnan's hair to smack his nemesis' head off the washing machine.

Ba'Gamnan spat enamelled lumps from his mouth, growling at the force of the smack into the washing machine. "Can't handle the truth, my dear Balthier?"

Isaac growled, taking a few breaths before calming himself, and smiling again. "Sorry for that." He grinned, using the shiv to cut off the others shirt. "Nipples bleed a lot, you know?" And with that, he took hold of one, and cut it off.

Balthier didn't want to watch Isaack do this. His stomach tensed slightly. No matter how many fist-fights he'd had with this man, he wasn't ready to see him cut to pieces.

"Fucking bastard~!" Ba'Gamnan practically shouted, gritting his teeth as the pain.

Isaack smiled grimly. "Ooohh, did it hurt?" he smirked. "Well, open wide… " he gripped the jaw of the other, sticking the cut off nipple into his mouth.

Balthier stood, closing his eyes briefly before returning to his post at the door. His head was all over the place.

Ba'Gamnan spat the bloodied flesh out, snapping at Issack with his teeth, pulling violently at his restraints.

Isaack grinned, ignoring the pain as the other managed to bite him. he pulled his hand loose, picking up the piece of flesh. he grinned as he turned back, gripping the jaw of the other and forcing it open, sticking the flesh deep into his throat, so that he had to swollow.

Frowning slightly at the sounds of it all, Balthier stepped out of the room, closing the door and leaning against the wall, still on the look out but not able to stay in that room.

Ba'Gamnan gagged on the offending flesh, being forced to swallow it. He growled and pulled at his restraints more, feeling a little dizzy from bloodloss.

Isaack smirked. "Feeling so high spirited now? Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. Althought, you might want to die after all this:"

Balthier stayed outside of the room, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor there. Half of him wished Squall would come. The other part wanted him nowhere nearby.

"Hmph! Hoping I'll beg you for my death?! Never!" Ba'Gamnan hissed.

Squall made his way along the corridor. He had left his book behind and had only just remembered. He paused when he saw Balthier. "Balth? What's going on? What're you doing here?"

Isaack smirked again: "Oh, I was hoping you would say that." He moved over to the other mans toes, and took of the shoe and sock. He looked up at the other, as he cut off the littlest toe.

Balthier's eyes widened at the sight of Squall. "Oh... I... am just... trying to think things through." He tried to sound as if something was bothering him. Hopefully, Squall wouldn't go into the laundry room.

Ba'Gamnan hissed loudly as his toe was cut off, attempting to kick at Issack.

Squall frowned a little. "What's bothering you?" He asked, but paused, tilting his head. "What was that noise? Did you hear it??"

Isaack lifted the toe. "More hungry?" he asked, smirking.

Balthier frowned as if he'd heard nothing. "No? It must be someone down the hallway." He stood up, holding his hands out to Squall.

Ba'Gamnan clamped his jaw shut, clenching it closed, shaking his head, struggling at the restraints more.

Squall frowned and shook his head. "Maybe." He took Balthier's hand and kissed his finger. "I just need to grab my book."

Isaack grinned, moving over to his face. "No? Perhaps I should stick it in the other side of you then." he grinned.

Balthier's amazing acting skills were forced into action and he managed to get tears to run down his cheeks. "Squall..." His voice sounded fragile as he spoke to him.

Ba'Gamnan glared at Issack. "I should have killed you! It would have been so easy to snap your neck!!"

Squall blinked and moved to cup Balthier's cheek. "Balth? What's wrong? What is it?"

"Snap my neck with those puny arms? I don’t think so." But he took the moment to grip the others jaw again, forcing the toe down.

Pulling Squall close, he wrapped his arms around him and buried his head. "I can't... say. I don't..." A sigh came out. He wasn't sure how to keep his lover occupied without leaving the post.

Ba'Gamnan gagged, choking on the digit, attempting to spit it up.

Squall threaded his fingers through Balthier's hair, petting softly. "Hey, it's not like you to be depressed, that's my job." He paused again, looking at the laundry room's door. "That sound is coming from in there. I'm sure of it…" He commented, pulling away from his lover.

Isaack shut the others mouth, stroking his throat to force the swollowing muscles to work.

Balthier frowned and pulled Squall close again. "I can't hear anything... Squall... tell me, do you love me?" He tilted his head.

Ba'Gamnan choked on the toe more, it sticking in his throat. He growled, trying to cough it up.

Squall furrowed his brows, leaning in to kiss Balthier's temple. "Of course I do."

Isaack growled, feeling the toe stick. He gripped the jaw open again, sticking his finger down to push the toe down into the others belly.

A frown came to his face and he managed a few more tears. "Do you truly? Squall, do you really, honestly love me?"

Ba'Gamnan had little choice but to swallow, clamping his teeth down on Issack's finger.

Squall brushed those tears away with his thumbs. "Of course I do. You know I do. I love you completely." He kissed the other's nose. "Just let me grab my book and then we'll go back to the cell, okay?" he said, moving to the door.

Isaack hissed painful as the bite was deep. He pulled his finger loose, his face splattering with blood from the bite. "You bitch" he punched the others chest, where the nipple had been cut off.

Panicking slightly, Balthier pulled Squall close and kissed him hard, holding his waist. A thought crossed his mind that slightly frightened him but also made his heart race.

Ba'Gamnan hissed out in pain, shouting loud at Issack, kicking at the washing machine.

Squall blinked, kissing Balthier back, but at the sound of Ba'Gamnan's shout he pulled away. "What's going on, Balth?!"

"I am not going to be kind now" he took the shiv, sat down on the others legs, and moved in. "I am not letting you talk to anyone anymore" He reached into the others mouth while forcing the jaw open, gripping the tongue and pulling it out, swiping the shiv over the flesh.

"I don't know." Letting his heart rule him, Balthier dropped to one knee, holding Squall's hands. "Squall Leonhart... you know how much I love you... and although we're stuck underground and this probably won't be possible... will you marry me?"

Ba'Gamnan hissed out in agony, coppery tasting blood filling his mouth, running down his face.

Squall blinked at Balthier, in shock and a little disbelief. "Ah... um I…" he flushed bright, looking down at their hands. "I… of course!"

Isaack however did not want the other to bleed to death. he stuck a curled up piece of cloth it to block the blood flow, and to keep the other from choking, by tilting his head forward. "Don’t worry, you wont die" he smirked, ignoring the blood covering his face and chest. His heart was pounding, adrenalin rushing. Two of his own fingers where broken by the others bite, but he hardly felt it. He was going what he loved the most. He moved to the others face, looking at him, before moving the shiv close to the others eye. He had promised Balthier a little.. souvenir.

Standing up, Balthier pulled Squall close, leaning in to nip his ear lovingly. "I do not know how legal this is, but I do not think it matters." He murmured, laughing softly. Disbelief was in his own mind. Had he really just done that?

As that shiv neared his eye, Ba'Gamnan looked afraid for the first time.
Gunblade Dancer: Squall smiled bright, leaning in to nip Balthier's chin. "I love you, Balthier." He pulled out of the other's arms and pushed the laundry room door open before Balthier could grab him again.

As the door swung open, Isaack held more firm unto the face of the other, and used the tip at the corner of the others eye, but he jerked by the door, ad the shiv slipped, only causing a shallow cut down the side of the others nose. He looked up at Squall.

Balthier tensed as Squall moved towards the laundry room. "No, Squall, let's go to our cell..." He tried, waiting for the moment Squall went crazy.

Ba'Gamnan cried out in pain, writhing away from Issack as best as he could.

Squall stopped dead in his tracks, frozen in shock by the sight in front of him. He felt dizzy at the stench of blood filling the room. "What… the fuck is going on?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Isaack’s eyes where odd, shining like pure ice. His breathing laboured, but still quick. He looked at Squall, but did not register him at first. When he finally did, he blinked. "I’m giving my revenge on a man that raped me." he shrugged, letting go of the others jaw to stand up. His face, hair and the top of his shirt had both his prisoners, and his own blood. His hand was seeping blood unto the floor.

Sighing slightly, Balthier put his hand on Squall's shoulder, leaning to whisper to him. "He deserves it all and more. Come, we'll go to our cell." He murmured.

Ba'Gamnan panted in ain, his eyes squeezed shut. Squall shrugged Balthier's hand off of him. "He has had enough!! Look at him! He is close to death!! Let him go! He has paid his price." He growled a little turning to look at Balthier. "You knew about this? You used a marriage proposal to distract me?! How could you sink so low?!!!"

"Balthier is here because I asked him to" he finally wiped the blood off his face, smearing it. "I said I would not kill the thing, and I haven’t. "

Frowning slightly, Balthier shook his head. "It wasn't a distraction. I... was thinking something else and my body just reacted; the proposal was heartfelt, Squall."


Squall gritted his teeth, hands balling into fists. "Take him to the Infirmary! Stop this sickness! I thought I was twisted, but this is just sick! There's revenge and then there's pure torture! And this isn't revenge!!"

Isaack stood up. "I thought you knew how I was by now, Squall. I’ve told you several times what I like to do. You been deaf?" He bent down to loosen the belts holding the other. "If you talk, Ill hurt you in ways you don’t even know. I have a very powerful family"

Balthier sighed heavily and moved over to Ba'Gamnan. Picking up his nemesis, he knew this was going to come back to bite him, but he turned to carry him out of the room.

Ba'Gamnan hardly moved. He gave a few groans as he was picked up, but nothing more. Squall continued to ball his fists at his sides. "Clear this fucking mess up! The stench of blood is making me feel sick!"

Isaack grunted childishly. "Yes mommy." he said in a gruff voice. He unhooked the hose from one of the washing machines, using it to wash the blood away.

Balthier actually seemed to show his enemy affection as he walked out of the room, towards the infirmary. The people who saw him said nothing, too afraid to get the same treatment.

Squall moved to find his book; luckily it hadn't gotten covered with blood. "You had no right to do that to Ba'Gamnan. Revenge is beating him up a little, maybe breaking a few bones, not doing irreversible damage to him."

"He shoved a bottle of shower gel up my bum. I was dry. He tore me up pretty bad inside, he drugged both me and Balthier to do the things we did when you caught us. When you guys left me to talk, I lost all control over myself, and sank to the floor. He humiliated me, He raped you. I don’t let things like that pass."

Thankful that no nurses or doctors were in the infirmary at that moment, he laid Ba'Gamnan out on the bed. Looking to him, he frowned, guilt sinking into him. "Get well, old friend." He murmured before leaving, slamming the door to get the attention of the medical supervisors.

Squall growled, eyes fixed on Issack. "I know full well what he did to me! And it hurt! My nipples still hurt sometimes from the piercings he did, but I would not torture him the way you have!! It would have been kinder to kill him! He isn't ever going to heal properly!!"

"Of course he is not. I also told him I would do this if he did what he was planning to. he knew my reputation well. I will not defend myself. I took very much enjoyment of the thing I did to him, because I know he deserve it. " He stood up as the floor was clean, eyes half closed, almost glowing blue in his scull. "I am what I am. I will be a psychopath, as you people call it, till the day I die. What is right and wrong is depending on the eyes who see it.. In my eyes, I gave him what I think he deserved. I could have been a lot crueller then was."

Balthier headed back to the laundry room, silently leaning on the doorframe as he listened to them. He knew soon enough Squall would turn his anger on him, maybe even as late as when they were alone in their cell, but he was certain he deserved it.

"Ugh. You are beyond twisted, Issack! Something in your head is screwed up! Seriously. You need help; or locking in the Psych ward! I don't know which!!" He turned to leave, glare fixing on Balthier.

"I’ve been there, done that." He shrugged. "That is the thing. They found nothing wrong with me" his Romanian was thicker then ever, his clothes still splattered with Ba'Gamnans blood, and his own. "But suit yourself. If you are going to be such a pussywhip, don’t blame me."


Balthier looked past Squall, glaring at Isaack. "Caring for humanity is not being a 'pussywhip' as you so politely put it." He turned to leave, heading back to the cell.

Isaack’s face changed slightly. His eyes darkened." You seem hateful to my deed now, Balthier, but when I told you about my idea, you where all for it, even thought I told you what I would do" he snorted.

Squall once more gritted his teeth. "So, you not only knew that Issack was up to something, but you knew exactly what that something was? You're almost as twisted as him!!"

Balthier stopped in his tracks. "Hateful? Certainly not. A little jealous that I only got a few shots in, perhaps. But I do think your incessant dismissal of any natural, emotional reactions is a little past pathetic now. Squall is right to be angry at y-- us." He frowned a little, looking over his shoulder at Squall. "Twisted? Then perhaps I am just like my father." He then continued to walk away.

Isaack snorted. "I have emotions! I just don’t feel them as you other people do, apparently!"

Squall shook his head and began to head back to the cell, gripping his book so tight his knuckles were white.

Isaack shrugged. he knew this would come back to him somehow, but right now he did not care. He got his revenge, he knew Raven would understand. He cleaned up the rest of the mess, and headed back to his cell.