A/N: Oh boy, I'm going to hell for this one... I blame it on too much Law & Order: SVU. That show has done weird things to my mind.
Warnings for: Yaoi, Non-con
Editor's Note: Please don't kill me, I had no part in this.
Squall couldn't suppress the smirk that decorated his face. Not that he tried very hard, mind you. It was just so difficult to fight the overwhelming joy at the sight before him. It was something he enjoyed very, very much. A Treasure more valuable than all the gold in all the worlds. And it was all his.
"You don't remember, do you?"
The boy on the floor never looked at him anymore, never tried to fight it. The fire that had blazed behind his eyes had gone out, leaving them dark and dead. He had long since grown to accept everything passively, like the weak coward Squall had always known he'd truely been.
"I was always right about you."
He was filthy, Squall noted absently. Blood, mostly; it had stained his blond hair and the torn vest he wore. There were bruises and open cuts covering his body, and he was clutching his left wrist in pain. One eye was practically swollen shut, and his mouth was an interesting shade of purple.
"Look at you now..."
With warning (or mercy), Squall seized the boys chin and crushed their lips together in a cruel mockery of a kiss. When he offered up no resistance, Squall pulled away, only to reward him with a rough backhand.
"...Pathetic."
"It used to be," Squall spat, "You'd never let me do something like that. You're even more worthless now than you ever were."
"Worthless. Disgusting. Weak."
The boy did not respond. He was used to this now, sermons about things he didn't, couldn't understand. Taunts and barbs, the meaning of which eluded him.
"You can't imagine how happy I was that you were alive after all."
"But then again, you've always been worthless," Squall brushed back bloody hair, gently stroking ths unbruised cheek beneath the boy's right eye. Slowly, he leaned in, his breath tickling the blonde's ear. "Isn't that right, Seifer?"
"You don't remeber at all, the things we used to do?"
Seifer didn't respond. He never responded anymore. In a fit of rage, Squall dragged him up by the arm, slamming against the wall, all so he could hear the little cry of pain that escaped bruised and swollen lips. The small squeak exhilirated Squall, and he greedily descended upon that mouth again. He wrapped his hands around the slender neck, not hard enough to cut off air, but just enough to feel the pulse beneath the skin.
"You used to love them."
With renewed enthusiasm, he turned Seifer's small form around, Basking in the feeling of grinding into the younger boy's lower back. Reaching around, he ran his palm over the abdomen, before quickly dipping lower to seize his prize.
"But back then, it was you who loved making me beg, wasn't it?"
When it was all over, Squall simply stood up, buckled his numerous belts, and left the small dark room without a word.
"How does it feel?"
Only when he was left alone in the cold darkness, did the scared, confused boy allow the tears to fall.