[Gepard really did reveal his whole hand that night in the shack— he’s sweet, his body warm where they’re pressed together, and he wants Sampo to stay. Gepard ought to be sending him off the moment that he’s done with him, getting rid of him so that no one would find out that he was ever there. To preserve his good reputation as an upstanding and incorruptible man.]
[And Sampo shouldn’t want to stay, either. He’s a busy man with all sorts of deals to make and business to conduct, and he can’t do that if he’s attached at the hip to a guard captain. If he was really smart, he would be using this whole situation to blackmail Gepard into doing what he wants. There’s a good likelihood that even if Sampo did reveal that he’s the one who compromised Gepard, there would be enough pressure from both the government and Gepard’s father to hush up the whole sordid affair that it wouldn’t be made public. Gepard ruined, Sampo’s reputation still largely intact.]
[But he doesn’t want to burn this for a little blackmail. He should, but…]
I shouldn’t stay, someone might come looking for you. And we wouldn’t want that.
[Ah, hell with it. He kisses Gepard again, because he’s there.]
[The kiss? It makes him smile. By all the Aeons, there shouldn't be anything sweet between them in whatever-this-is, but it feels sweet, and Gepard? Gepard's content to lean into what sweetness there is, and also to not read into it too much. He likes it, it won't get in the way of his duty (or Sampo's criminal activities, unfortunately), it's fine.]
I still haven't repaid you. [As in, haul Sampo into an interrogation room, have sex? Which also feels like something he shouldn't be mentioning after having a sweet kiss with his Complication, while looking for his Complication's clothes...there's Sampo's underwear. Gepard passes it over. And he should take care of himself as well, because one of his soldiers finding him nude wouldn't exactly be a good thing, either...
Socks. Sampo's socks- here. And now for his own underwear and also tossing that condom into the trashcan. Will that be a problem later? Considerations for later. Maybe he can just toss in enough that people won't notice one used condom among a sea of documents, or- he's a tactician, he can handle it.] But I haven't forgotten. I promise.
[For a moment, he isn't sure what Gepard means by repayment, until he remembers their first night. That's right, the Captain did promise to drag him down to one of those interrogation rooms and bend him over the table. After having more experience with Gepard and the Earthworks in his pants, he can still say that he has a sort of wistful longing for getting battered by it. Beat his ass up so good with that big thing that the rest of the guard will think it's police brutality.]
I don't mind. I know you'll keep your promise! You can surprise me with it, I love a good surprise.
[He'll think that Gepard's bringing him in for a regular interrogation and, surprise! It's a dicking. Best surprise he'll have gotten in a long time.]
[But, for now, it's time to get dressed again so that he can be on his way. Sampo steps back into his underwear and tugs on his socks, goes searching for his pants and shirt. It's a shame to watch Gepard's handsome physique disappear back underneath that stuffy uniform, but, well. At least he's the only one who gets to see it.]
[He pulls on his shirt and jacket, smooths out any wrinkles in the fabric. His hair isn't quite as styled as it usually is, the gel that he uses to put it into its artfully tousled style hasn't quite held up to today's vigorous activities, but it's close enough. Just like that, he's back to looking like nothing ever happened.]
[He crosses the room again to where Gepard is standing, and reaches out to straighten out how one of his lapels lays against his chest. Those uniforms might be stuffy, but he does really fill it out quite well.]
There. That's better. [It was half just for the excuse to touch him.] Kiss me again before I go?
[He takes off his glove- just one glove, but that's all he needs, and Gepard leans in, cups Sampo's cheek like he's something delicate, and kisses him like he misses him already, like the thought of them parting is unbearable enough as is, like he's going to dream of Sampo, long for him. It's absurd. There's a dangerous part of him that's whispering that he can try to keep Sampo, and damn the consequences.
Gepard ignores that. His lips part, his tongue darts out, and then there's a knocking at his door. He hears a polite Captain Landau?
Gepard pulls back like he's been scalded by hot water.] What is it?
[He sounds...a little mean. But that's fine. As the soldier stammers out something-or-another, Gepard gestures for Sampo to go to the window, just get out, go, shoo, etc.]
[This is the danger of sleeping with a man like Gepard-- that moment when he cups your face like you're precious and kisses you like this is the climactic moment of a romance novel. If this were a romance novel, the whole world would've stopped for this kiss, for Gepard touching him like Sampo is the answer to every question, like he's the destination of every journey.]
[It's ridiculous. Sampo is too old for this shit, he should be smart enough not to fall for it.]
[He absolutely isn't and he absolutely does.]
[Sampo's hand rests against the good Captain's chest as he kisses him in return, losing himself a little in the fantasy that Gepard's spinning with just a kiss. He should be impressed, really, that Gepard is capable of it. It's impressive that he can sell this lie with a straight face.]
[It's all broken when he jerks back, ending everything abruptly because of a knock on the door. There's some guardsman outside, someone that Gepard has to deal with, and Sampo can't stick around to see who it is. As little as he wanted to break their liplock, he really does have to get out-- Sampo grabs his gloves off of the desk and goes over to the open window, leaning out of it for a moment before he really leaves. Just long enough to blow one last kiss to Gepard, in lieu of saying something ridiculous to him as a good-bye, just before he drops through the opening and out of sight.]
[That's not the only thing that he'd left with the good Captain, though-- there's a rose threaded through the buttonhole of his lapel, a vibrant splash of red against his white uniform. Just a little memento.]
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[And Sampo shouldn’t want to stay, either. He’s a busy man with all sorts of deals to make and business to conduct, and he can’t do that if he’s attached at the hip to a guard captain. If he was really smart, he would be using this whole situation to blackmail Gepard into doing what he wants. There’s a good likelihood that even if Sampo did reveal that he’s the one who compromised Gepard, there would be enough pressure from both the government and Gepard’s father to hush up the whole sordid affair that it wouldn’t be made public. Gepard ruined, Sampo’s reputation still largely intact.]
[But he doesn’t want to burn this for a little blackmail. He should, but…]
I shouldn’t stay, someone might come looking for you. And we wouldn’t want that.
[Ah, hell with it. He kisses Gepard again, because he’s there.]
Help me get dressed, won’t you?
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I still haven't repaid you. [As in, haul Sampo into an interrogation room, have sex? Which also feels like something he shouldn't be mentioning after having a sweet kiss with his Complication, while looking for his Complication's clothes...there's Sampo's underwear. Gepard passes it over. And he should take care of himself as well, because one of his soldiers finding him nude wouldn't exactly be a good thing, either...
Socks. Sampo's socks- here. And now for his own underwear and also tossing that condom into the trashcan. Will that be a problem later? Considerations for later. Maybe he can just toss in enough that people won't notice one used condom among a sea of documents, or- he's a tactician, he can handle it.] But I haven't forgotten. I promise.
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[For a moment, he isn't sure what Gepard means by repayment, until he remembers their first night. That's right, the Captain did promise to drag him down to one of those interrogation rooms and bend him over the table. After having more experience with Gepard and the Earthworks in his pants, he can still say that he has a sort of wistful longing for getting battered by it. Beat his ass up so good with that big thing that the rest of the guard will think it's police brutality.]
I don't mind. I know you'll keep your promise! You can surprise me with it, I love a good surprise.
[He'll think that Gepard's bringing him in for a regular interrogation and, surprise! It's a dicking. Best surprise he'll have gotten in a long time.]
[But, for now, it's time to get dressed again so that he can be on his way. Sampo steps back into his underwear and tugs on his socks, goes searching for his pants and shirt. It's a shame to watch Gepard's handsome physique disappear back underneath that stuffy uniform, but, well. At least he's the only one who gets to see it.]
[He pulls on his shirt and jacket, smooths out any wrinkles in the fabric. His hair isn't quite as styled as it usually is, the gel that he uses to put it into its artfully tousled style hasn't quite held up to today's vigorous activities, but it's close enough. Just like that, he's back to looking like nothing ever happened.]
[He crosses the room again to where Gepard is standing, and reaches out to straighten out how one of his lapels lays against his chest. Those uniforms might be stuffy, but he does really fill it out quite well.]
There. That's better. [It was half just for the excuse to touch him.] Kiss me again before I go?
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Gepard ignores that. His lips part, his tongue darts out, and then there's a knocking at his door. He hears a polite Captain Landau?
Gepard pulls back like he's been scalded by hot water.] What is it?
[He sounds...a little mean. But that's fine. As the soldier stammers out something-or-another, Gepard gestures for Sampo to go to the window, just get out, go, shoo, etc.]
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[It's ridiculous. Sampo is too old for this shit, he should be smart enough not to fall for it.]
[He absolutely isn't and he absolutely does.]
[Sampo's hand rests against the good Captain's chest as he kisses him in return, losing himself a little in the fantasy that Gepard's spinning with just a kiss. He should be impressed, really, that Gepard is capable of it. It's impressive that he can sell this lie with a straight face.]
[It's all broken when he jerks back, ending everything abruptly because of a knock on the door. There's some guardsman outside, someone that Gepard has to deal with, and Sampo can't stick around to see who it is. As little as he wanted to break their liplock, he really does have to get out-- Sampo grabs his gloves off of the desk and goes over to the open window, leaning out of it for a moment before he really leaves. Just long enough to blow one last kiss to Gepard, in lieu of saying something ridiculous to him as a good-bye, just before he drops through the opening and out of sight.]
[That's not the only thing that he'd left with the good Captain, though-- there's a rose threaded through the buttonhole of his lapel, a vibrant splash of red against his white uniform. Just a little memento.]