Disclaimer: All of Final Fantasy 8 belongs to the demigods at Square Enix and Sony and it makes me sad.
Warnings: yaoi, SeiferxSquall, some sap.
Though Squall had never known it and Seifer had been only too painfully aware of it, Seifer's heart had always been in Squall's hands. There to be crushed or to be cherished. There for love, hate and everything in between, but always, always there.
Life hadn't been too unkind to him after the war. People had been only too happy to forget about him once SeeD had declared the Almasy-issue – Squall's name for the matter, no doubt – done and dealt with.
And so he lived his life anonymously. It wasn't a happy life, one he couldn't live as eagerly as he used to, but he was alive it was comfortable enough for him to live on a while longer. He avoided trouble, got to work in time, cooked his own dinner, did some reading and went to bed, only to endlessly repeat that same routine.
Until he got a visitor, at least.
To say the other had come bearing merciful angels wings would be a little over the top, but the feeling was just the same.
Squall stood in the doorway, looking not much different from when Seifer had last seen him, or perhaps seeming just a bit more at ease with himself, and stared at him without shame or reserve as he said, his voice still lacking much emotion and in as few words as he possibly could, that if Seifer wanted it, he could have his old place at Garden back. No hard feelings, no tricks or lies, just the simple offer of his own life back, as if he'd never left, only grown a little older and a little wiser.
Seifer did the only thing he could think of in his sudden happiness. As in a dream – one where everything is in slow motion and you feel as if you can't guide your own hands, but you know you're doing the right thing anyway – he grabbed Squall's wrist and pulled him closer, tangling a hand in his hair to hold him in place and kissing him. Not too hard, nor too gentle, just a simple kiss. And when Squall didn't speak or move away, he pulled him further into the apartment to convince him, using eager lips and teasing touches, to spend the night.