Disclaimer: Do not own rights to Suikoden. Do not think I ever will. Do not think I'll ever have enough to pay for any sueing by larger company. They prolly have bigger fish to fry than to poke at barely M-rated drabbles.

Author's note: Sometime last year, a friend of mine was complaining about a certain 'Lack of Pron (TM)'. I humored her for two paragraphs, playing with her SIV setting... until this got a life of its own.

This is old and I edited it to the best of my abilities, but if there's anything unEnglish, do please tell me.


Lack of Privacy
Blackmail material
by: Kaluin

Kika stood by the doorway, silently watching Hervey, who completely forgot to lock the door, screw Lazlo into the mattress. It wasn't a bad thing all in all as she got a free show, but the decibels at which the voices rose caught the attention of people hanging in the hallway. What more, she had told her crew that they would all be meeting just about now and she was now conflicted (or not) about whether to call attention from her wayward underling or watch until they were done.

Elenor, of course, had to take that decision out of her hand as she was handed a glass of Kanakan wine.

"They'll be done soon enough," the strategist concluded, knocking back her own glass. "The best part will be blackmailing him afterwards."

"True," the pirate queen agreed readily as she sipped the red liquid, eyes upon the couple writhing on the small bed.

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Sigurd was obviously much more intelligent than his comrade was, Kika decided. At least he had chosen to wait until she dismissed them all before going to the deck where their Kooluk deserter usually stationed himself. Unfortunately, she could never catch the pair in the process of performing indecent acts in public, nor did she ever find either of their doors unlocked for the public's viewing pleasure.

In the end, she had to resort to asking Oleg about his recording device and had the bulky equipment hidden behind conveniently placed crates to acquire any sort of blackmailing material. The sad part about this plan was that, midway through Helmut's undressing by the younger man, the pale haired man's shirt had been discarded right over the device.

Truly, her respect for her knife thrower was growing, but it disappointed her not to get anything secret out of him.