MOAR YAOI!
Baldur looked up from where he’d been reading the newspaper when Leon, Commander of the Barton Regulars stormed into his office.
“Baldur, there’s a prisoner in the interrogation room. Go find a way to keep him locked up or kick him out of town.”
The handsome Guard raised an eyebrow. “Why so much animosity, Leon? It’s not like you.”
The bulky man huffed. “He’s a newcomer. Some sort of con artist, I’m sure. He’s got a stupid little wagon over by the West Gate where he sells an all manner of scams. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to peg him for any of that, yet. The only reason he’s in custody now is I caught him bathing in the fountain.”
“..In the..?” Now Baldur was curious. Getting up, he set down the paper and headed for the interrogation room. The moment he opened the door, he found himself looking at a slender young man standing in front of table rather than sitting where he was supposed to, who had wild auburn hair and silver-blue eyes. His open white shirt was a bit roughed up, and the ropes around his wrists looked extra-tight, signifying that Leon apparently had especially high morals especially low tolerance when it came to someone taking a bath in the fountain.
“Give me my hat back!” Was the first thing to come out of the stranger’s mouth.
Baldur’s eyebrows arched. “..Hat?”
The young man was now obviously pouting. “I’ll do whatever you want, just give me my hat back. That fat oaf had no right to confiscate it just because I value hygiene.”
Baldur found himself chuckling. What an interesting fellow. “May I ask why you
were bathing in a public fountain instead of a proper bathroom?”
The young man continued to pout, but answered nonetheless. “I have no such thing. Normally I wash in rivers, but at the moment things are rather dangerous outside of town, and being molested by children’s toys and balls of fluff are really not what you want to have happen when you’re doing laundry.”
“Fair enough.” Baldur nodded, trying not to laugh. “Well, then that poses a problem.. Hm.. I believe there’s a public shower in the Guild Hall, and I’m sure any lady would be willing to wash your clothes. So long as you promise to stay away from the fountain, I think that problem is solved.”
The young man thought it over, then nodded. “Very well. You have my word. But for the record.. No one was complaining, anyway.” And a sly smirk crept over the handsome face.
‘I’m sure.’ Baldur thought, his eyes once against roving over the young man. “But of course, there’s also the matter that Leon apparently has you on his own personally black list. Something about a shop, uh..?”
The stranger pulled himself up arrogantly. “Nicolae. And it’s not a shop, it’s a vardo. Must I always remind you people of that?”
‘Whatever the hell a vardo is..’ Baldur simply nodded. “I see. Still, Leon isn’t pleased and is willing to take just about any measure to see you thrown either in a dungeon or out of Barton. It won’t be easy changing his mind, either..”
Nicolae scowled. “Honestly.. Doesn’t he have more to worry about than harmless, innocent me?”
“He’s quite strict when it comes to propriety. However..” Baldur smirked. “I think I might be able to keep him off your back. For a price, of course..”
“Is that so..?” Nicolae eyed his cautiously. “What kind of payment did you have in mind?”
Baldur reached behind him and latched the lock on the door before he stepped closer, realizing he actually towered over the drifter. Tilting Nicolae’s chin up, he leaned down until their lips met. To both his surprise and pleasure, instead of pulling back or struggling, Nicolae let his obvious captor kiss him, and didn’t protest even when Baldur coaxed his mouth open.
When he pulled back for air, the taller man knelt down and easily lifted Nicolae onto the table. Then, kissing his way down the younger man’s neck and chest, he hooked Nicolae’s slender legs over his shoulders.
“I still want my hat back.”
“That’s going to cost you extra.” Baldur murmured, pushing Nicolae back on the table and grabbing his bound hands to hold above his head.
Nicolae huffed. “Fine. But no refunds, no receipts, no sales.” Was the last thing he was able to say before Baldur made sure he was more preoccupied with other things.
William was walking down the hallway, his shift as South Gate Guard having ended, when he happened to notice strange sounds coming from the interrogation room. Curious, the penguin boy pressed his ear to the wood and listened closely for a moment.
It took only a few seconds for his eyes to widen to the size of saucers. “Beep!” He yelped, and ran as fast as he could from the Regular’s HQ.
Heh, it's short but sweet. Poor William, I just couldn't help myself. xd
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