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Who: Squall and Balthier
What: Making up for real
Where: Mount Gagazet
When: Late morning
Rating: R


Squall had been working on a mission out on the snowy rocks of Mount Gagazet. And now, work done, he was taking a break. He was sprawled out in the hotsprings, enjoying the water warming his cold skin.

Having got wind that there was a crystal at the top of the ruins on Mount Gagazet, Balthier had set out to find it. Supposedly, there was something to this collection of crystals he was getting from all over Gaia but he was mostly interested in value. Climbing further up, he got a waft of heat from inside a cave mouth and paused, deciding to head in and investigate.

Squall arched back in the water, letting out a contented purr, eyes fluttering shut. Griever began to pace in his mind at the arrival of another prescense.

Heading inside, Balthier paused at the sight of Squall in the water. "Honestly, we have to stop running into each other like this. People will talk," he drawled, sitting on a rock nearby to get some warmth from the water.

Squall rested his elbows on the edge of the hotspring, glancing over at Balthier. "It seems you keep following me..." Squall replied.

"It seems you just happen to be where I need to be." He shivered slightly, rubbing at the bare parts of his arms with his gloved hands.

"Maybe it's those damned fates." Squall arched an eyebrow. "if you're cold, why don't you climb in with me?"

"And waste time sitting in a pool rather than getting my job done and going home?" He shook his head, not even willing to speak on the fates.

"Suit yourself." Squall leaned back in the water, dipping his head back in it with a soft purr, his movement revealing just how very naked he was.

"You should watch it. I hear the Ronso have a fetish for pale little Hume boys." He murmured, checking his gun over, changing the load.

"I also hear they have a strong distaste for pirates pillaging their sacred mountains." Squall replied, running a hand through wet hair.

"Mm, I heard that, too." He chuckled and cocked his gun before setting it down on the rock and striding over to Squall, wading into the water, not worrying about getting wet as the leather was very waterproof. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Squall's forehead. "How've you been?"

Squall pressed his palm against Balthier's face, pushing him away slightly. "Working hard as usual." He frowned a little. "How about you? Run away from anyone else lately?"

Balthier blinked a few times then realised what he meant. "Oh, Squall. Are you really ipset about that? I do have children, if you recall."

"Then you should've said goodbye! You just up and left... you left me alone!" Yeah, the boy had serious abandonment issues.

"You were in your own bed and safe at home. Asleep. Would you rather I'd woke you?" He sighed heavily, sitting on the edge of the springs, resting his chin on his hand.

"Yes! You could've woken me to say goodbye, or even left a note. You just vanished." Squall frowned and grabbed hold of Balthier's legs, dragging him into the spring.

Balthier flailed slightly as he was dragged in and glared at Squall as his white shirt became see-through, clinging to his skin. "Are we even now, churl?"

"No. Not yet." Squall wrapped his arms around Balthier's neck, pressing a soft kiss to Balthier's lips.

Balthier pulled away from the kiss, pushing Squall's face away with his gloved palm. "You do not get to kiss me after soaking me."

Squall gave a soft laugh. "Oh? Do you intend to punish me for getting your clothes all wet?"

"No. You'd enjoy it." He sighed, shaking his head, attempting to lift himself out of the water.

Squall once more wrapped his arms around Balthier, nuzzling his neck.

Balthier frowned slightly, petting his gloved fingers through Squall's hair. "Did it really affect you this much, Squall, or do you just desire affection?"

"I woke up and you were gone. I.... I was scared. Scared that I wouldn't see you again..."

"I... hadn't planned on coming back to Garden, if I'm honest..." he mumbled, looking down at the water.

Squall took a step back, frowning. "You... really don't care about me anymore, do you?"

"That is not true. I just do not wish to be in the way." He shook his head, sitting on the edge of the small pool.

"Why can't you see that I love you?! I know it might seem like my love is fickle... And yeah, I love more people than I should, but that doesn't make my love for you any less real."

"Even if you say it, I am simply in the way, Squall. You've a woman and a son... you've the man you have loved for five years... probably longer, I expect. I am simply in the way of those loves." He shook his head.

"Just as I'm in the way of your love for Fran..." Squall murmured, looking at the water rather than at Balthier.

Balthier sighed heavily and simply slid to sit in the water again. "Come here." He offered his arms to the brunette.

Squall waded over to Balthier again, wrapping his arms around him.

Balthier snuggled Squall onto his lap, leaning up to kiss him softly. "I cannot live without you..." he whispered.

Squall returned the soft kiss, gripping Balthier's shoulders to balance himself. "Then stop trying to build a wall between us..."

"I just do not wish to become the spare. The one you do not spend time with for lack of need." He sighed softly, looking away.

Squall pressed a soft kiss against the shell of Balthier's ear. "You'll never be the 'spare'."

Balthier turned to look at him, cupping his face and pressing a soft kiss to his nose. "I love you, Squall..."

Squall's cheeks flushed, his eyes meeting Balthier's before fluttering closed. "I love you too." He pressed his lips against Balthier's lightly.

Balthier smiled and pulled Squall closer, kissing him gently and lovingly. "You are so beautiful. I love you so much..." he murmured against his mouth.

Squall ran his hands over Balthier's shoulders, kissing him firmer. "Ngh talking about yourself."

"I'm not..." he whispered, suckling at Squall's lower lip, squeezin his hips gently. "You are so pretty and sexy. So, so beautiful."

Squall instinctively rolled his hips a little, keepign hold of Balthier's shoulders. "Ngh... you're the beautiful one." He gave a purr, nipping at Balthier's lip.

Balthier shuddered slightly at the smaller man rolling his hips. "...my shirt is sticking to my skin..." he mumbled, looking down at the see-through fabric, clearly defining his hardened nipples.

Squall dipped his head, sucking at one of those nipples over the shirt as his hands worked on unfastening it.

"Nghh!!" Balthier shuddered slightly, gritting his teeth through his moan. "That... feels..." he trailed off, his breath a little short.

Squall laughed soft, continuing his assault, before switching to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.

"Nnh... gods... it's been so long..." It really had been such a long time since he'd had this sort of affection. From anyone other than himself.

Balthier's words made Squall slow down his assault, teasing painfully slow. As he unfastened the man's soaked shirt he began to kiss every inch of newly exposed skin, pushing the fabric off his shoulders.

Balthier slipped his gloves off, tossing them aside and peeling the shirt from his skin, setting it with his gloves. "Mmn... so good..." he mumbled.

Squall trailed his kisses along Balthier's collar bone, along his shoulders, hands following his lips.

"Squall... stop teasing... please... it's been a long time..." he mewled out, wriggling slightly, rocking up against him lightly.

Squall rolled his hips in return, smirking a little. "Don't be so impatient." He nipped lightly at the man's neck, running his hands over his stomach.

"You've had Seifer to fill your needs, brat... I have naught but my hand..." he murmured, squeezing Squall's hips, his fingers digging into his flesh slightly.

"You make it sound like I've been laid on my back daily." Squall huffed, biting harder at his neck.

"Nghh... for all I know, you have been," he muttered, tilting his head to let Squall get to his neck. "Mmmn..."

"Well I haven't." Squall raked his nails lightly down Balthier's side, before toying with the man's navel piercing.

"Aahnn... Squall... you'll have me submitting like a virgin, soon." He tilted his head to bite and suck at Squall's neck, intent on marking him.

"That's the idea." Squall murmured, sliding his hands down further to unfasten those leather pants.

"Hnn... Squall..." He hadn't submitted to anyone in quite some time. Who was the last? Al-Cid... Clenching his jaw, Balthier glanced over to the rocks. "Would it not bet better for us to do this out of the water?"

"It's cold out there. It's warm in here." Squall purred, rolling his hips.

Balthier gasped slightly, biting a little harder at Squall's neck, trailing kisses down his shoulder. "You plan to have me submit, then?"

"I don't mind. Whichever you prefer." Squall gave another purr, rolling his hips more.

Balthier moaned slightly, biting a little more. "Both... I desire you inside me, and then I wish to feel you."

Squall blushed bright, giving a nod. "Okay..."