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Who: Balthier, Fran & Squall
When: Morning
Where: The Strahl
What: Talking about pirates
Rating: R



Squall had been using his equipment from the Doctor as often as he could, even without supervision. Almost all his waking hours had been spent trying to get his legs moving properly. It was tiring work and his body ached, but he was determined. Determined to walk, to fight, and to be his old self again.

Balthier was currently lounging on Squall's bed, sipping a cup of tea and picking at a bowl of fruit. It was odd fruit in the bowl. The kinds people usually disliked for being too bitter. He watched Squall move, smiling lightly.

Squall dragged himself along the walkway, forcing his knees to bend. He was tired, aching and coated in sweat, but he wasn't going to stop any time soon.

"You should rest. Have a cup of coffee and something to eat then I shall massage your legs, hm?" He tilted his head a little, watching the teen.

Squall frowned and gave a nod. But rather than sit himself in his chair, he walked - sort of - to the bed, shifting to sit on the edge of it.

Balthier shifted to sit up more, pouring a cup of coffee for Squall from the tea service he had in the room, offering him some of those bitter fruits.

Squall took the coffee and the offered fruits, smiling a little. "Thanks." He took a sip. "How am I looking from over here?"

"A lot better. I noticed you're bending your knees." He murmured, picking up a towel and brushing it over the younger man's hair.

Squall purred and nuzzled into the towel. "Yeah, well... I haven't got long to get back on my feet." He murmured, yet not stating the reason why.

"The war? You do realise Sora and the other boys can manage without you, hm? You cannot rush your recovery." He muttered, sipping his tea again.

"I know. But I wish to aid them. I still blame myself for the King's current... state." He shook his head. "But that's not the only reason."

"Gods, stop blaming yourself. Have I taught you nothing?" He scrunched his nose up. "What is your other reason?" He tilted his head.

"I um..." Squall flushed a little. "I'm determined to walk for your wedding. I don't want to be in a wheelchair for it."

Balthier gave a slight sigh. "Squall... I care not whether you walk or roll down the aisle with me. You are my best man, either way." He murmured, taking his hand.

"I know. But... I want to be on my feet. I don't want to stuck in some heap of metal with wheels."

"Alright. You still should not rush it." He kissed the back of Squall's hand before releasing it and picking at some fruit.

Squall smiled slightly, his toes wiggling a little as he fnished his coffee.

Fran knocked on the door and stepped inside. "I thought I would find you both in here." She smiled.

Balthier smiled up at Fran, sipping his tea a moment later. "Mm, a certain little soldier is attempting to run before he can walk."

Squall frowned a little at Balthier, before smiling at Fran. "No I'm not, I'm just setting myself a goal..."

Fran shifted to sit on the bed, curling into Balthier's side. "Oh? Any improvement?"

"Mm. He is bending his knees." He murmured, curling an arm around Fran and nuzzling her ear. "I still say you should not push yourself too hard, Squall..."

Squall huffed and shifted to lay against Balthier's other side. "I'm not pushing myself too hard. Besides, you were the one who told me not to give up in the first place."

Fran gave a soft laugh. "Now, now, children. Do not argue." She teased.

"I did not say you should give up! Do not aggravate me, boy. I'll punish you in a way you shan't enjoy." He murmured, kissing Squall's forehead.

Squall purred a little. "You know I'll enjoy whatever punishment you deal me, Balthier." He teased, stealing a soft kiss.

Fran rested her head on Balthier's shoulder, stroking his stomach lightly. "I wouldn't be quite so sure."

Balthier returned the kiss before laughing softly at Fran's words. "Mm, indeed. I can be quite... cut-throat if I wish to be."

Squall shifted closer, scrunching his nose up a little bit. "Oh?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Fran chuckled and pressed a kiss behind Balthier's ear. "Mm, his gutsy actions have been known to leave people tongue-tied." She teased.

Balthier laughed and turned his head to kiss Fran's nose. "Stop it. You'll frighten the boy. I'd rather his nightmares did not include me."

"Hey! I'm not a boy! Besides, I'm not scared of you guys. You're harmless, like kittens." Squall murmured.

Fran chuckled. "But kittens have claws and teeth like razors..."

"And most kittens grow to be vicious cats." He nuzzled Fran's cheek gently. "Mayhap we should not tell him any more. It'll scare him."

"Tell me what?!" Squall huffed, getting a little agitated now. "What are you talking about?"

Fran nuzzled Balthier in return. "Mm, mayhaps he is not ready to hear it."

"I don't suppose he is; as wholesome as he is." He murmured, nuzzling her gently. "Why, tell you of our... adventures, of course."

"Your adventures? You're pirates, you steal stuff. I know." Squall murmured, flopping an arm across Balthier's stomach.

"Mm. But there is more to us than that, correct, love?" Fran murmured against Balthier's ear.

Balthier gave an 'oof' as Squall flopped across him then nodded slightly at Fran's words. "We may steal things, but how do you suppose we deal with... witnesses?"

Squall frowned. "I don't know... threaten them into silence? Steal stuff without being seen?" He murmured.

Fran watched the teen. "And if such things don't work?"

Balthier pet his fingers through Squall's damp hair. "If such things do not work..." He made a gesture of slitting the throat.

Squall frowned, shifting a little on the bed. "Yeah but... that's only a rarity... right? ... Right?" He asked.

Fran scrunched up her nose, looking at Balthier to answer.

"I see I am to handle this, hm?" He murmured to Fran. He settled his gaze on Squall again. "It is quite common, actually. Often, I will use a blade to slit a throat or gut someone. Or remove a tongue."

Squall shuffled a little, scrunching up his nose, brows furrowing as he looked at his pirate lovers. "But... why? Why do that unless you need to?" He asked.

"We are pirates. It is what we do. It is who we are." Fran added.

"We do not harm women nor children, or any man undeserving of such brutality. Yet, we kill. A lot, I might add." He frowned slightly. "Yet, quite obviously, you dislike this about us."

Squall's brows furrowed more, a childish pout forming on his lips. "But... you have a child! You help people. You helped save the world..."

Fran nudged Balthier's shoulder lightly, frowning a little. "It changes nothing, Squall. We are still the same people we always were."

Balthier furrowed his brow slightly. "Squall, we may have saved Ivalice, but we'd just as easily gut the Queen if it saved our backs. Mind, Ashe is a friend, so we would probably talk our way out of it." He shrugged slightly. "Either way, we are murderers. End of story."

"Why are you telling me this?!" Squall asked. "Are you bored with me? Do you plan on slitting my throat?!"

"Squall..." Fran sighed softly. "You know we would not do that to you."
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"Stop being so dramatic. We would not have allowed you into our home if we planned on slitting your throat, Squall." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "If I wanted you dead, you'd have been dead long ago." He gripped Squall's chin, looking him hard in the eye. "You'd better realise; I do not say the words 'I love you' to anyone I wish dead."

Squall frowned and looked away. "So that night in Balamb... It wasn't a one off?" He murmured.

"No... It was one of many similar events." Fran murmured.

Balthier sighed heavily. "I see. So, you've seen who we really are and it has shattered your rose tinted glasses." He shifted away from them both, standing. "I shall be in my engine room, should I be needed to kill someone." He muttered, leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Bal... I..." Squall flinched, falling silent as the door slammed. He sighed, burying his head in the pillow.

Fran patted his shoulder, before getting off the bed to leave the room.

Balthier stormed to the engine room, yanking off his shirt and tossing it on the workbench before grabbing a toolbox, laying on the backboard and sliding under the engine.

Fran stepped into the engine room, picking a spanner up off the workbench, she moved to sit on the floor beside the engine, holding it out to Balthier.

Balthier took it without a word and reached to loosen a bolt, intent on replacing all the engine fluids. Just for something to occupy him.

"Give him time. It is better he knows the truth." Fran murmured, resting her chin on her knees.

"He will hate me." He muttered, draining the oil out into a tub before sliding it out to her. "Pass me the engine oil."

"He loves you far too much to hate you." Fran replied, shifting to get the engine oil, handing it to Balthier.

Balthier fastened the bolt and reached up to pour fresh oil into the engine. "Love is sometimes not enough to look past something you hate."

"Love is always enough, Balthier. It can overcome anything." Fran murmured.

Squall got up from the bed, stubbornly refusing to sit in his chair. He grabbed the handles, using it support himself as he walked out of the bedroom.

Balthier scoffed slightly, tossing the empty bottle out and reaching around for a pair of pliers, soon grabbing them and working more. "Give me proof of that and I shall believe you."

"Are we not proof enough?" Fran asked, shifting to look into the engine space at him.

Squall walked along towards the engine room, his feet feeling like they were on fire with every step.

"Hn, you and I have never been proof of anything but how two fabulously attractive people are supposedly dark and twisted on the inside." He looked down at her. "Squall told us that in just the look he gave me."

Fran opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Squall. "Everyone has darkness in their hearts." He murmured from the doorway, clinging to the handles of his wheelchair.

Balthier grunted and slid out from under the engine. "Some more than others." He muttered, grasping hold of some radiator fluid and sliding back under.

Fran sighed. "Squall... Sit, do not push yourself so hard. Rest now." She murmured.

Squall shook his head. "No. I am fine. Besides, if I walk, Balthier won't be able to keep running away from me every time we don't see eye to eye on something."

"Fuck you, Leonhart," he drawled, scrunching his nose up as he replaced the radiator fluid with a fresh supply.

"You wish you were fucking me." Squall murmured, frowning a little.

"Both of you! That is enough! I will not have you arguing! It creates a bad environment for the little one!"

"Then leave, Fran. This is not your argument anyway." He muttered, sliding out from under the engine and grabbing a work rag, holding it in his teeth as he pulled himself back under the engine, using the rag to wipe excess oil and fluid away.

Fran sighed and got to her feet. "Very well. I shall not stand and watch you two bicker like children." She murmured, walking past Squall and out of the engine room.

Squall gripped the handles of his wheelchair more. "Don't take it out on Fran."

"If you've just come to hiss and spit like a rabid feline, I say you'd do well not to get my back up. I'm not in the mood." He murmured.

"You're the one that ran away! You didn't even give me a chance to speak!!" Squall huffed.

"I've heard it all before. 'You're sick', 'you're a murderer', 'please don't kill me'. I would rather not hear it all from you." He murmured, sliding out of the engine.

"You think I'm so perfect that I've never had the blood of anyone on my hands?! You think I spent al my time sat in an office looking pretty?!"

"I can bet you've never done it and enjoyed it. Certainly, killing an enemy is truly glorious, but someone you do not even know. Dead in your arms because you cut their throat." He shook his head slightly. "An ex-Commander would never understand."

Squall gave an annoyed growl, his legs buckling a little. "Don't you dare treat me like I am nothing more than a title! Do not label me! Do not try to dictate what I can and can not understand!!"

"Sit down." He muttered, frowning as he sat up on the board, wheeling it back and forth a little, watching the teen.

Squall shook his head. "No. I don't want to sit." He huffed.

"Then fall. See if I care." He hissed, getting up and moving to the workbench, picking up something he'd been working on and chipping away more wood on it.

Squall's legs trembled a little. "Screw this. I'm not going to fight you. I can't talk to you when you're in this kind of mood..."

"You think I do not have the right to be angry?! The look on your face and in your eyes when I told you who I really am... it hurt, Squall." He murmured, watching his hands.

"I was shocked! Wouldn't you be if the roles were reversed?! The man who touches me with such gentle hands. The man to laughs and plays with his daughter. The man I love. Turns round and tells me he is a cold blooded killer."

"Yes... I understand that... but the way you looked at me... how you thought I'd do that to you..." He gritted his teeth, brushing away a tear before it fell, soon continuing to work that wood.

Squall's legs quivered more, yet he stubbornly refused to sit down. He moved closer to Balthier. "I'm sorry."

"Hn, yes, I suppose you are. Sorry you ever truly let me near you, hm?" He gritted his teeth as he chipped at the wood.

Squall slapped Balthier around the face, glaring at him. "Don't you ever say that!!" He hissed, knees buckling beneath him.

Balthier groaned as he was slapped, soon catching Squall before he fell, settling down on the floor with him. "The don't you ever look at me like you did." He murmured.

Squall leaned into Balthier, his leg muscles twitching and spasming. He clung to the man. "I don't regret meeting you, Balth. I don't regret a damn thing about this. About us."

Balthier gripped a handful of Squall's hair, brandishing the small dagger he'd been working with, resting it lightly against Squall's neck. "Are you scared?"

Squall let out a soft squeak, but mostly because he had been caught off-guard. He locked his eyes on Balthier's. "No." He stated simply.

"Good, because I'd never kill you. Ever." He murmured, just nicking Squall's skin lightly with the dagger, soon kissing him firmly.

Squall let out a soft moan as that dagger nicked him. He curled his arms around Balthier's neck, kissing him hard, raking his nails down the man's arms.

Balthier moaned against the kiss, frowning slightly. "Squall, watch what you're doing, you'll get me aroused." He murmured against Squall's lips.

The teen swiped that dagger from Balthier, smirking darkly at him, pressing it against the older man's throat. "Now. Are you scared?"

"Of you? Hardly." He drawled, quirking an eyebrow and pressing into the dagger a little, smirking as blood trickled down his skin.

Squall pulled the dagger away, instantly latching onto that cut with his mouth, licking and sucking at it.

A soft sigh of pleasure escaped and he curled his fingers through Squall's hair, letting his eyes slip shut.

Squall licked more, tasting the coppery liquid, letting it coat his tongue before pulling Balthier into another kiss.

Slipping his tongue between Squall's lips, he purred into his mouth, holding him close and tight against him.

Squall buried his hands in Balthier's hair, kissing him harder, crushing their lips together with a bruising force.

"Mn..." He pulled back from the kiss, panting softly. "Gods, anyone would think you want to fuck me..." he murmured.

"You know I would." Squall murmured, barely giving Balthier a chance to catch his breath before crushing his lips to the other's once more, his cock giving the slightest of twitches.

Balthier moaned slightly, feeling quite submissive with Squall in this mood, purring against those pretty lips and sliding a hand under the teen's t-shirt, stroking his abs.

Squall muscles twitched and jumped beneath Balthier's touch, and he pulled the man into another rough kiss, crushing their lips together relentlessly, driving his tongue intot he other's mouth, claiming it.

A slight whimper escaped as his brow furrowed and he felt his groin burning, his hands slipping to Squall's back as he curled and writhed his tongue against the younger Hume's.

Squall's cock gave another twitch, causing him to pull away from the kiss with wide eyes.

"Wh-what?" He asked breathlessly, his face flushed and his lips swollen. "Do not just tease me like this, churl," he murmured.

Squall swallowed hard, taking hold of Balthier's hand to guide it to his semi-hard groin. "Feel..."

As his fingers felt the hardness in the teen's pants, he gasped slightly. "Gods..." He leaned in to kiss Squall again, slipping his hand inside Squall's pants, curling his fingers around his length. "Can you feel anything?"

Squall gave a pathetic whimper, clinging to Balthier. He gave a slight nod, his cock twitching more, throbbing in the man's hand.

"How does it feel?" He asked, touching him gently, stroking that cock slowly yet confidently, his free hand holding Squall closer.

Squall panted and clung onto Balthier tighter. "Ngh... strange... sensitive... good." He whimpered, crushing his lips against Balthier's again.

Balthier kissed him a little gentler, more sweetly than desperately, his hand stroking a little quicker. "Mn... we should get you back to your bed. You need a bath first, mind."

"Ngh... don't stop..." Squall whimpered, resting his hand on top of Balthier's. His breathing quickened, his mouth hanging open, eyes snapping shut.

Balthier smirked a little. "I shall make this a little nicer for you." He cooed, unfastening the teen's pants and leaning down, sucking the head of his dick.

Squall panted and mewled, burying his hands in Balthier's hair. It felt so good and so strange all at once. He still wasn't fully erect, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

Balthier sucked a little more, expecting Squall would finish quite fast, considering how long it'd been since he'd actually had a proper orgasm. He slid his tongue down the underside as he took the whole thing in, his nose nuzzling dark hair.

Squall gripped at Balthier's hair, moaning louder, forgetting that Fran was close by. He growled in pleasure, coming in Balthier's mouth.

Balthier reached a hand up to cover Squall's mouth as he started moaning louder, sucking hard. As Squall came, he swallowed it all, sucking him dry before leaning up and kissing him softly.

Squall returned the kiss, before laying back against the floor panting hard and breathlessly.

Balthier chuckled and fastened his pants up, kneeling over him and kissing him on the nose. "Heh... I've never enjoyed giving a blowjob that much," he murmured.

Squall blushed bright. "And now I should return the favour, hm?"

"I'm fine." He murmured, brushing a hand through Squall's hair. "I've got a very cute, very pretty little teen to bathe." He cooed, scooping him up and placing him in the wheelchair. "This is one achievement we shan't tell Fran, hm?" He whispered in his ear.

Squall flushed bright. "Gods... I didn't even think... Sorry." He murmured, scrunching up his nose. He huffed a little, groping Balthier lightly. "Are you sure you don't need a hand?"

"I am positive." He purred, batting that hand away. "It is not a case of keeping score, sweetheart. I gave you that because I wanted to be the first to get you off when you regained feeling." He murmured.

Squall laughed softly and pulled Balthier into a kiss. "Mm. It was, by far, the most amazing blowjob, ever."

"Mm, I doubt that even has anything to do with my skill." He murmured, chuckling softly as he wheeled Squall through to the bedroom and then to the bathroom.

Squall laughed more. "Aw, it's all down to your amazing skill." He purred, pulling himself to his feet., tugging off his t-shirt.

Balthier chuckled and pulled at Squall's waistband, purring a little. "No, I expect it was entirely chemical." He teased, unfastening those pants again.

Squall laughed a little. "Well... maybe. But I love your mouth."

"You'd better." He murmured, kissing him softly before dropping those pants and offering his hands as help for Squall to get into the tub.

Squall returned the kiss and clung to Balthier's hands as he stepped into the tub with unsteady feet.

Balthier gently sat him down and filled the tub with warm water, sitting on the floor beside it and folding his arms on the edge, resting his chin on them.

Squall stole another soft kiss. "Heh. Now my legs are kinda working, I guess I should start looking for a place to live, hm?"

"There's no hurry." He murmured, smiling softly. "Wait until you've gotten yourself back on your feet both physically and proverbally."

Squall smiled and wrapped a wet arm around Balthier's neck, giving another laugh. "You just want a free babysitter." He teased.

"Not true. Vaan is always open to babysitting, I've offers from Basch and Ashelia..." He leaned in to kiss Squall gently. "I just want you safe." He whispered.

Squall returned the kiss. "You're too kind to me. I love you."

"I love you too, my little angel." He whispered, brushing fingers through that dark hair.

Squall purred softly, kissing him again. "Get in and join me?"

Balthier chuckled and shifted to stand, dropping his leathers without a shred of embarrassment, climbing into the bath and sitting across from him.

Squall smiled and wolf whistled. "So handsome." He purred, reaching for Balthier's hands.

Balthier rolled his eyes and laced fingers qith the teen, kissing the backs of his hands. "I'm proud of you, Squall," he murmured.

"What for? Pissing you off and arguing with you again?" He asked, playing with Balthier's fingers lazily.

"No, for being strong enough to get up and go on. I doubt I'd have done the same." He smiled softly, watching ther hands.

"You would. You are far too stubborn and strong-willed. Besides, Fran and I wouldn't've let you give up." Squall replied, smiling softly.

"I know. You didn't let me give up when I was sick..." He scrunched his nose up and sank more into the water, tilting his head back. "Mnn... I am so tired..." he mumbled.

"So nap? You can nap with me if you want?" Squall murmured, splashing Balthier lightly.

Balthier splashed back lazily. "Heh... I'll miss our little naps when you eventually find somewhere to live."

"You'll be too busy changing nappies and feeding infants." Squall teased.

"Mm..." He closed his eyes, keeping his head tilted back as he did, his hands draped lazily in the water.

Squall shifted to lay the same way as Balthier, laying against him, cuddling up to him.

Balthier smiled lightly, curling an arm around the teen and kissing the top of his head, sighing gently.

"Are you okay?" Squall asked, kissing Balthier's neck softly.

"Mm, I'm fine. Just tired." He murmured, kissing him softly on the nose. "You should get yourself all washed up, we shall rest then."

Squall nodded and pulled away to wash himself, scrubbing himself clean.

Balthier lathered up some shampoo in the teen's hair scrubbing his locks, his fingernails lightly scraping Squall's scalp.

Squall purred softly, closing his eyes. "Mm. That's nice." He murmured, leaning against Balthier.

Balthier chuckled softly, kissing his neck as he massaged, soon tilting the boy's head back to rinse away the suds.

Squall purred more, giving a soft laugh as the shampoo was rinsed away. "All clean. Time to sleep."

Balthier chuckled and kissed the teen's shoulder before slipping out from behind him and wrapping a towel around his waist, offering one to Squall.

Squall shifted to get out the tub, finding getting out harder than getting in. He took the towel and began to dry himself off, before wrapping it around his waist.

Balthier smiled, watching him for a moment before pulling him close, into a tight hug, saying nothing as he just held him close.

Squall leaned into Balthier's embrace, smiling contentedly.

"I'm so proud of you." He whispered again, kissing his cheek before pulling away, kissing him gently and then heading into the bedroom to get into pyjama pants.

Squall gave a soft laugh and gripped onto the handles of his wheelchair to walk himself back towards bed.

Balthier smiled softly and walked with Squall to the spare room, watching to make sure he didn't hurt himself or fall, opening doors along the way.

Squall stole a kiss before dropping the towel, climbing into bed naked, snuggling up in the blankets with a yawn.

Balthier smiled and wriggled into the bed, pulled Squall close and kissing his head. closing his eyes as he held him.

Squall wrapped his arms around Balthier, soon falling asleep in his embrace.