Title: TenurePairing: Leon/Seifer
Rating: Pg: 13
Warnings: None
Summary: Seifer says Leon is his and only his. Leon begs to differ.
A/N: These are drabbles and in no way am I asking you to help/fix my writing. Don't like it, don't read it. Thank you.
Lounging away on his couch, curled up with a nice large book, and sipping away his plain black coffee were the things Leon liked to do when he wasn't out rebuilding the town or helping Sora bring everyone together. He didn't intend on doing anything that his room mate lover wanted to do or go.
If he was nice maybe Leon would let him even sit on the couch with him while he read his books or drink coffee. Of course, that usually meant his room mate lover wanted to cuddle. It was out of his character, yes, but neither talked about what they did to anyone else, let alone themselves, so it didn't matter.
Today, he decided to at least try and do what he wanted. Leon was seated in his-their living room with one of his many books, reading up on different armor and weapons.
Seifer found this tremendously boring when he got this as an answer from Leon when he asked him what he was doing.
Leon didn't care.
"Go do something else then, Seifer," He answered with a sigh as he stretched out his arm over the sofa's armrest. His back was against the back of the couch and his legs were crossed over each other, but that didn't stop the blonde from vigorously jumping onto his lap.
His dark brown eyes meant a pair of sea green ones and his mood quickly changed from bored, content, annoyed and irritated, to surprise at the lengths the boy would go to get Leon to pay attention to him.
It reminded him of Selphie.
"I found something else," He whispered into his ear as his hand quickly found its way to the book Leon was reading.
The brunette was certainly displeased when Seifer suddenly removed the book from his hand and carelessly tossed the ancient book to the floor. "Hey, kid, I can't get that book somewhere else. Don't just throw it onto the floor like it is a piece of junk," Leon almost growled at him.
Seifer didn't move but his hands found their way to brunette hair.
"I was reading,"
To his ears…
"I told you to find something else to do, not someone."
To his chin…
"Don't make me angry, Seifer."
To his lips…
"Why the hell are you in Hallow Bastion anyways?"
To his bangs, pulling them down roughly.
"Seifer!" Leon finally shouted, firmly grabbing onto the boy's upper arms. He stared directly into his eyes as if he was trying to stare him down like a dog would his master.
Well, the 'dog' just grinned and loosely wrapped his arms around his 'master's' neck with a grin. "Play with me, Dammit." The dog commanded.
Well, an owner could never reject his dog.