A/N: Hello! Rachael here. This is going to be a Seifer x Squall fan fic with lots of surprises along the way!

Fandom: FFVIII

Universe: FFVIII game

Pairing: Seifer x Squall, background Irvine x Selphie teeny tiny Rinoa bashing :p

Time: post-FFVIII

Warning: Yaoi, Lemon, AU, non-canon, moody Squall & Seifer (when are they not XD)

BALAMB GARDEN

[Seifer]

It was with great remorse that I returned to Balamb Garden although I masked it as spite according to my survival techniques I have followed since I was a boy living with all the other runts in matron's orphanage. The aftermath of war lingered like smoke after a fire I know I am partially responsible for. My path there is paved with ashes of destruction I caused under the banner of my mistress's knight. The ruin before me is my doing.

After what went down with Edea, my matron, when she was under the control of the sorceress, the betrayal of Garden, the citizens ranging from Balamb to Timber, I knew I would never be looked at the same way. I had a mark on me that was as evident as the scar lining my forehead, the mark of a traitor who was never to be trusted again in the shape of shackles eating into the flesh of my two wrists.

I knew they only keep me here to keep an eye on me, to make certain I won't conjure a new devious plan that would threaten to bring their fragile system into ruin. Everyone I come across act as if I alone could bring the whole Garden down to its knees and I have to admit I am flattered by their presumption, even if I do believe I have the skill to if I only wanted to. I don't want further destruction; there's no purpose for any further destruction now that I am without a cause just as I was before this whole thing started.

Sometimes I hear murmurs about me as I pass by, some hoping I won't overhear whereas it is the foremost wish of others. I have no devious schemes to put into motion, no begrudged ideas I want to make reality that would in any way harm those who made me into who I am today.

Despite that I have not forgiven or forgotten. Cid Kramer is on my list of people who I will never look in the eye without feeling contempt, for everything he has done, and for everything he continues to do. But I am not one of those people who let my private thoughts gush like a waterfall. I keep them to myself since they are mine and mine alone. They don't need to know what I think since my voice falls on deaf ears. Besides I have nothing to say to them.

Most of my time here is spent in the training facility. There is little else for me to do since I am not considered trusted enough to get assigned any task of even the merest of importance. Without my posse it has grown quite dull in these Arcadian quarters, yet I look back at that time just over one year ago and am unable to comprehend how the kid that used to think he owned the ground he walked on used to be me. The younger version of myself was so different from who I am now that I fail to recognize him as a part of me.

"You haven't changed a bit."

Turning around I spot the blonde standing a few feet behind me, wearing her glasses as she has taken on her academic persona once more. It always ruffled my feathers the wrong way that she and I are the same age, yet she had the authority to put me beneath her like you shove a dog's head into the ground after nibbling on your slippers. She pretended to be so professional but ultimately did a poor job of it as it was painfully clear that she was enjoying every second of it.

A scoff leaves the base of my lips. "Neither have you, inspector Trepe."

She takes on a dormant smile as she crosses her arms over the SeeD uniform she wears with dignity if not pride. "I think you must have slayed every monster in here. You should leave some for the cadets."

My gunblade swings over my shoulder and the back of my hand wipes away stray drops of sweat from my forehead laden with dark scar tissue. "I was done here anyway."

"You know that you are allowed in the rest of Garden too, right?" she asks me with that annoying feature of hers where she leans in towards you and takes on a voice she has possessed since the orphanage that practically hollers I'm better than you. "You don't have to hide away in here forever."

Hearing this I must resort to a brisk scoff again with more conviction this time. "I'm not hiding from anyone."

Her index finger comes to cross her lips as she leans back into an upright position again, head slightly tilted to one side. "Have you seen Squall recently?"

Curse her for that. She knows we have unfinished business and a river of private matters to clear up between us two and she dares use it against me. Practically everyone else in the Brat Pack I have encountered at one point within the span of these lackadaisical weeks shy of a month I have been back in this defamatory place. But not the ice prince.

Having no comeback to her insulting question, I move past her to get out the way I came so I can hit the shower and forget about the brunette's voluble existence.

As I pass the blonde who match me in age but not in height, she tells me I should talk to him. "Maybe the two of you will run into each other when you're busy avoiding one another."

Without considering humoring her for as much as a bleak second, I promptly take my leave, returning my gunblade to the locker I took it from since they revoked my right to carry it with me without supervision. Like some greenhorn that doesn't know how to wield a sword without cutting something (or someone) down, I am forced to sign in and out whenever I wish to use the weapon that is like one of my limbs. I am a swordsman without a sword; they might as well have cut off my hands. They are fully aware of the torment they are causing me by keeping me under constraints like some dog, but I guess that's all I am to them: nothing but the sorceress's lapdog.

Garden hasn't changed a bit since I was here last. That is a lie. It has changed in countless ways since the prelude to our war, though somehow it simultaneously remains the same dejected place as it has always been. The students look the same even if they talk about other things than we did when we were acolytes of Garden. The cafeteria still serves hot dogs that the Chicken Wuss wolfs down until he chokes. Even the scent of the flora, the elevators, the damn voice on the speaker is the same.

As I brood over matters which summons a dark cloud shrouding my thoughts I fail to recognize someone else's approach, rendering a collision between me and the person who just turned a corner and walked straight into my chest.

About to hiss out a querulous remark about looking where they are going I notice whom it is I am standing before. It's the ice prince, the new leader of Balamb Garden and the bearer of the nefarious reflection of my scar. In his hands he holds a dossier that only perfects the professional look the SeeD uniform comes with.

For a matter of seconds that feels like the longest minutes on earth we stand in silence, taking in the sight of the one we haven't laid eyes on since I can't remember when. The shorter male is renown for his brevity in words yet I can read a thousand thoughts in the cerulean orbs that burrow into me like the shard of ice I witnessed Edea send to pierce through his torso that night.

"Leonhart." I clip.

"Seifer." He returns with little emotion detectable for anyone who doesn't know him extremely well.

Stifled by this air thicker than the body of a blobra I resort to my former presence of superfluous attitude and arrogance. "I hear you're in charge of this whole place now. Impressive for an eighteen year old."

The notation seems to displease him or make the brunette uncomfortable to hear for whatever reason lies behind it as his gaze drifts away into a fog of internalized thoughts unobtainable for anyone without sorceress powers. I suspect his reaction has something to do with his affliction against the crippling weight of responsibility for other people's lives, a feature very ill-fit for a leader of a mercenary academy.

I decide to change the subject and venture into new terrain. "So you're the one who decides what to do with me."

To this his sharp brows furrow the scar of our baleful duel lingering on his forehead and he looks at me in wonder. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm a prisoner of war." Showing off the shackles without chains weighing down my encaptured wrists. "My fate is in your hands, commander."

The way he looks at my constraints suggests it was the first time he laid eyes on my ever-reminding punishment. Is he unaware of what they did to me? He can't be, not when he had such a high position (if not the highest) in Garden. I heard Cid only hangs around as a shadow clinging to the walls of the background these days and that he works full-time with Edea at the orphanage that is now up and running again.

I have to admit I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. There are multiple venues I would like to explore to acquire further knowledge of, yet as I am unable to find out due to Squall's remarkable ability to keep as silent as the grave I lower my arms again. "So I guess you're the one to ask if I want to take a piss around here."

His face contorts at my crude expression like the dainty princess that he is but brushes some golden brown locks out of his face only to have it fall right back into place within seconds. "I'm not in charge of your condition at Garden. You can talk to anyone in command about any request you might have."

"Good." I conclude. "Then I don't have to hunt down your ass whenever I got a 'request'." Whatever that is supposed to mean.

Squall replies to my jest with a near non-existent expression. "If there's nothing else I have a meeting to attend."

Is he trying to get rid of me? "Don't let me stop you." I quip and he moves past to get away from me as if he were afraid something might happen between us if he stayed any longer. Either that or he really doesn't want to be in my presence. I guess I'll have to forget about the possibility of resolving unfinished business between us.

XXX

[Squall]

My arm props up my head as I rest my cheek in the care of my palm. My gaze has long since plummeted down into the endless papers splayed before me, important documents containing vital information I somehow need to keep track of along with the million other things that pertains to my responsibility as commander. I hear the clamor of the others attending this meeting discussing a topic I only follow with half my attention. They don't really need my contribution on this since I lack experience regarding this particular subject but it's good form to have me present nevertheless. The individuals seated in this conference room seem distant, miles upon miles away, as if I'm sitting in a bubble and everyone else is on the outside. Even though I'm surrounded by people I am alone.

I'm beyond uncomfortable in my SeeD uniform. It's far too constraining and just doesn't suit my needs even if Rinoa kept insisting it made me look sophisticated. She mentioned 'hot' among other things as well. I wish I wouldn't have to wear it as often as I do but it comes with the job I was assigned by former headmaster Cid. Despite the undeniable fact that I have unlimited respect for the man who used to run this place for decades I also blame him for my situation. A role was bestowed upon me that I didn't ask for and never wanted and now he's left me to fend for myself as he retreats to a life in stillness in the place that was my beginning. Granted he does visit me from time to time, giving advice (or believing he does) before ambling off again to tend to new orphans that will join the ranks of the academy soon enough.

My ungloved fingers shift the papers beneath me to give the impression I am not as absent as I am while they proceed to numbers that surpass my rudimental understanding. I think about my run-in with Seifer, the unexpected meeting and first time the two of us have been in the same room after everything that went down in the war. A sickly sensation festers in my chest, one that reminds me of the discomfort of being caught off guard. Little do I want to admit that I have been purposely avoiding my former senpai and current underling (prisoner?) even if that is precisely the case.

I'm not quite certain why I had the fraught need of avoiding a conversation with the blonde, maybe because I don't want to dig up unexpressed thoughts and emotions concerning the hell we were both put through thanks to the calamitous powers of the sorceress. I'm not one to dwell; I rather move on and leave the past in the past but I suspect this is not a possibility when it comes to Seifer. There's no way we can move on without dealing with the shadow looming over us.

"What is your opinion, Squall?"

Suddenly the room is thrown into silence and I'm left in the epicenter of it. All eyes are on me and I have no idea what we're supposed to be talking about.

"Sorry." I try to cover up for my mistake of drifting too far from the table in thought, "but I don't think I'm suited to answer this question."

"Your opinion is still valued." Says the person to my right that I can't for the life of me remember the name of.

I recline into my chair, now fully present in mind and thought. "I would like to discuss the matter of Seifer Almasy."

"What of it?"

"I ran into him earlier today." I enclose, "and I believe I have yet to be briefed about his situation."

"What would you like to know?"

"Everything." I earn myself a dozen gazes with my brief summarization. "As the commander of Balamb Garden I think I should be familiar with the situation of a former student now captivated on Garden grounds."

"Almasy is not captivated." Comes faster than I expected. "He is under close watch by Balamb Garden and therefore our responsibility, but he is by no means a captive."

"If he is not a captive why is he wearing shackles?"

"It's simply a procedure to ensure he does not escape the grounds." Explained another. "We don't want to risk Almasy getting out of line again considering his participation in the war."

I'm quick to respond with "What does he have to return to? Now that the threat is eliminated he has no place to go, and he's no longer under the control of the sorceress."

"It's only a safety procedure." I'm being assured. Before I have the opportunity to inconvenience them further they have already moved on to a different subject, though the blonde stays on my mind for the duration of the meeting.

XXX

[Seifer]

As the lifeless carcass of the t-rexaur's body collapses to the ground with a thud that quivers the ground beneath me I exhale a hot breath. Thrusting the tip of my gunblade into the ground I brush away droplets of sweat adorning my forehead after the exercise, being on my fourth hour down in the training facility today. I decided after an hour left with nothing but books to entertain me that I needed to get moving before I went ahead and tried my luck at crossing the borders out of sheer boredom. How housewives live their lives without chucking someone out a window I'll never know.

At the ominous rattling of leaves in a bush behind me my grip tightens around the handle preceding my strike out into the air towards my target. Unexpectedly my trusted blade makes a sharp sound that's like music to my ears when it strikes against metal that provides ample resistance.

"I didn't know you still came here." I address the brunette with his gunblade eating away at mine. It is he who drops his guard first and backs up a few steps to provide some space between us. "What are you doing here this late? Are you making sure you won't gain a bunch of weight for sitting on your ass all day?"

"I couldn't sleep." He retorts.

"So you've become an insomniac while I was gone." I shrug, wiping my upper lip against the skin of my upper arm left exposed because I'm not wearing my coat. "What else is new?"

"A lot of things have happened since you left."

I can't help but be aware of how bitter his tone sounded just then, some heavy implications hanging down the words he directs at me. Not only does it make me apprehensive, it pisses me off that he appears to be allocating blame on me, just like everyone else in this cursed place. The fact that I don't know why he does this doesn't fail to feed my anger boiling in the pot of my chest. He could have all the right to blame me and I'd still hate him for it.

"Hyne, what crawled up your ass and died, Leonhart?" He doesn't reply (big surprise there) so I release a venomous scoff, my teeth digging into the softness of my bottom lip. Keeping my temper somewhat under control tends to prove ten times as difficult whenever it concerns the petite brunette. He has a way of riling me up like no one else does. "Can I get permission to at least train in the fire cavern? I've just about explored every square inch of this place twice already."

"You don't have to ask me for permission."

"Actually I kind of do." Wiggling my left wrist again to showcase what has become a permanent addition to my outfit. "I don't know what they'll do to me but I'm not interested in trying it out."

"What are those?" Squall posed, pretending not to know exactly what my designated punishment was. The fact that he even tries is outright insulting since I have no doubt he was somehow behind the planning of my imprisonment as a revenge move for his time in D-district.

Although my expression says 'are we really doing this right now?' I decide to play along for now. "These are shackles made especially for me. They are imbued with magic that limits my mobility and has some kind of castigating process if I cross the boundaries set out for me. Aside from that they're tracking me to make sure I don't run off and try to start another revolution." Disregarding the scowl ornamenting his scarred brow, I add: "I bet you had a fun time thinking this one up."

Somehow his frown manages to deepen which I didn't think was physically possible until I've seen it happen. "I took no part in this."

"Sure you didn't, princess."

"I was only informed about your return a couple of weeks before your arrival."

I have to laugh. "As if I'm supposed to believe the big boss of Balamb Garden, the hero of our time, was completely unaware about the capturing and management of the number one bad guy left alive."

"Whatever."

"There's the prick I'm used to." I chide with an open gesture even though the sore attitude residues. "I started to think you'd vanished behind a mountain of papers or that you'd become a recluse like headmaster Cid."

I get to witness how his jaw tenses as I see his jawbone protrude underneath ridiculously fair skin suggesting my former kouhai hasn't been graced with the sun in an unhealthy amount of time. His chest heaves underneath the white t-shirt he wears instead of his uniform that I know is a comeback he doesn't want to unleash. He's always been so hard to provoke, not like Chicken Wuss who explodes at the tiniest of things. Again he leaves me with a highly unsatisfying silence.

Knowing I won't get anything else for pushing this matter further I proceed to a different subject now that I have him at my disposal. "I heard the Kramers are back in the orphanage-business."

"Yeah."

"So he's left you all alone to deal with his shit?"

A gloved hand rests on his waist. "Pretty much."

Influenced by his new pose, I rely my weight against the handle of my gunblade. "At least you've got Rinny around to keep you company so you don't get lonely."

"Rinoa isn't here." He is quick to quip in a manner suggesting he just wants to get it out of the way.

My elevated brow implies my surprise. "Where is she then? Did she run off with some other guy leaving you in the thicket?"

"Something like that." Squall mutters before turning his heel.

"I thought you were going to train." I call after him to no avail. He's already walking away from me which means I won't get anything else out of him tonight. Since he's deciding to ignore me I don't hold back my insults; I'll have the final word. "I think I spot some tummy-fat!"

XXX

[Squall]

"Squally~"

I recognize that voice. There's no mistaking it, no one has such an annoying voice as her. (I still love her but there's no denying that) Leaving my heap of paper behind for the first time in two undisturbed hours, I make my way to my window. Outside stands both Irvine and Selphie, my female friend exerting herself in wide waving-motions. With a sigh, I know I'll have to leave my work behind and take this day of for them.

"We've been worried about you!" Selphie puffs her cheeks at me the way she does when she's displeased with something that I do, and she looks over to Irvine for backup.

"I'm sorry." I reply.

It's Irvine's turn to burden me with guilt (most likely instructed by Selphie). "Are you so busy you can't afford to spare us a minute to stay in touch?"

I avert my eyes, a wave of horror drifting over me as I think of how I've been ten tasks behind for over a month despite working myself to the bone every single day. The longer I go into my career as commander, the more I understand why headmaster Cid decided to take a shortcut when it came to the administration around Garden.

"We're lucky we still have Quis stationed here to keep track o' you." Seeing Selphie's scornful gaze "And Zell, of course."

"He's kept us updated on you." Wagging her finger at me, "making sure you eat and sleep."

::What am I, a child?::

"It's a lot of responsibility you're juggling on your plate." Irvine observes with some kind of awe. "It's got to be tough."

It is, albeit it's not something I will express.

"But you have people to help you, right?" Selphie implies.

Not really, but I tell her I do so they won't worry too much about me. "What have you two been up to?" I ask to divert the attention from myself.

"Done a lot of rebuilding." Irvine explains. "That's the primary thing needed right now. Mend what was broken in the war."

I gaze at Selphie who is one of us who lost the most, her whole Garden in shambles, needing to be rebuilt from scratch. I know the surviving students were allocated both here and in Galbadia until they have a home again to come back to. Luckily for her, she has Irvine to keep her spirits up whenever she is incapable of doing it herself any more, whenever her joy has run out. It's honestly nice to see how they are still a couple, even if half of us are waiting for Irvine to screw up and cost himself the best relationship he's had.

Selphie cocked her head to the side to attract my gaze to which she eventually succeeded when I hadn't spoken in a couple of seconds, which in Selphie time was forever. "Are you still sad about Rinoa?"

I try not to visibly flinch though hearing her name tends to draw out such a reaction from me still.

"He's not sad." Irvine suddenly claims both my shoulders with his slender marksman arm. "He's got every girl from Balamb to Dollet pining after the great hero who saved us all! There's so many fish in the ocean for you to choose at your leisure."

I know he's trying to make me feel better, but it just doesn't do it for me. He is right on one thing though; I'm not sad about the fact that it didn't work out between us. In fact I'm relieved not only because I realized I couldn't stand her for a longer period of time but because I didn't want the same things she wanted out of what you could barely call relationship that we had.

Realizing I have lost myself in thought a second time Selphie's compassionate pats on the back remind me I'm in the company of others where drifting isn't considered polite.

"We heard from Zell that Seifer is back." Irvine speaks seriously for a change. He's not saying anything else until I have given my piece, so I silently nod in confirmation. Word travels fast. "How do you feel about that?"

"He's back where he belongs." I say plainly, which is true and doesn't chip my designated fortitude.

"I'm surprised they let him wander around Garden after what he's done."

The contempt in Irvine's voice triggers a twang of pain within me. "They're not." I come to defend Seifer's case. "Apparently they're keeping him in shackles that constrain him to the Garden area to make sure he doesn't do anything immoral." Crossing my arms I add "Not that I see why he should get such a harsh punishment." Especially when others went away scot-free.

"Are you kidding?" Irvine scoffs unbelievingly. "Squall, he was under Edea's thumb when she pierced you with an ice shard. He tortured you afterwards–"

"Do you blame Edea for nearly killing me?" I snap irately. "Or do you blame Rinoa for what she did when Ultimecia was controlling her body and mind?" That quiets him down because he knows I'm right. It's easy to find a scapegoat to assign all your anger and grief to, but it doesn't mean it's right. "Seifer is just as much of a victim as the two of them."

And yet he's the one paying an unreasonable price.

While Irvine doesn't seem to agree with me, Selphie is desperate to get us out of the gloomy mood to which she starts to talk about something happening in Esthar that I don't pay too much attention to. Whenever she goes into one of her moods I usually let her get it out of her system before it's even worth trying to communicate with her.

"How long are you staying?" I ask when her episode is passed and we get a word in edgeways.

"About a week." Irvine explains. "So you better make some time for your best friends before we go back."

If I would be the type of person to roll my eyes, I would.

XXX

[Seifer]

At this point I'm considering gnawing off my hands to be rid of the shackles. It's been too long since I've been outside, far too long, and I'm positive I'm going out of my mind. There's only so many things you can do around here and I know having an outburst isn't one of them seeing as it would probably result in me standing in firaga. These people hate my guts as much as I hated theirs when I was seduced to join Edea's ranks. Just being here leaves a foul taste in my mouth that doesn't go away no matter how many times I spit. This is driving me insane. I can't go on like this.

Lo and behold, Hyne does have some mercy as I find a couple of runts circling around a bottle of what is clearly not a potion of any kind but booze. As the large, intimidating menace around here it's not hard for me to get my hands on it to 'confiscate' the spirits to my room where I will empty it on my own in a matter of minutes. Damn, they got some good stuff too. I can feel the rush go straight to my head in a wonderful release from thoughts, responsibility and agony pestering me all day long. For a moment I can forget about all of it in a drunken stupor and pretend I'm just a regular nineteen year old and not a prisoner by default.

I'm splayed out on my bed with the bottle gupping next to me when the ice prince crosses my mind. His stupid emotionless face has done that a lot lately, maybe because I blame him for my being here. Actually I do blame him. He's treating me like I'm of no worth when he owes me tons for where he is today. For Ifrit's sake, that prick wouldn't even be commander if it wasn't for me. And what does he do? He's riding on his high chocobo, being the hero that keeps the evil knight in check while running an entire academy at the tender age of eighteen. Fuck it, why should I wear shackles while he's got everything served on a silver platter?

My fist pounds on the door erratically, giving only a few moments before going at it again. Eventually the shorter brunette opens up, obviously exhausted by this time of day that has transgressed into night.

"What do you want, Almasy?" he mutters crossly at me.

Leaning my frame against the frame of the door, I point at the petite man before me accusingly as I peer at him through half-lidded eyes. "I want you to cut the crap, Leonhart."

"You're drunk." He concludes with a sneer. "How are you even drunk?"

"Never you mind, Leonhart." I say poking my finger into his chest which makes his fragile frame buckle. "I want some answers."

"Come back when you're sober." The brunette tries to close the door on me but I force my foot in to make that impossible before I push the door open and invite myself into his room. Stumbling inside, I still hold the bottle in my left hand, missing how Squall sighs as he closes the door prior to crossing his arms over his chest. "Tell me what you want to know so you can get out of here."

"What I want to know." Making a sharp turn to twist around and face my mortal enemy. "Is why you think you're so much better than me."

A dark brow shoots up. "What are you on about?"

"You think just because you got all this…" I open my arms up widely. "And all I got is this." I shake my shackles. "You're better than me. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't even be here, Leonhart. I'm the one who taught you how to wield the gunblade, I'm the one who trained you to become fit for killing when you were nothing but a crybaby who didn't even want to harm a fly!"

"Keep your voice down." He sneers at me, only feeding the fire of my anger. "I don't know where you got all this but you're wrong, Seifer. I don't think I'm better than you."

"Moogleshit. You always have, ever since the beginning you've thought you're better than me."

"That's a lie."

"Hah! You enjoy this, don't you?" With such furious motions I manage to spill alcohol on the carpeted floor, I continue to rage at my opponent. "You enjoy seeing me kept down like a dog, just like all the others!"

In a matter of split seconds I get to witness Squall's stone-faced self turn into an imitation of Ifrit. Swiftly he is no longer the prince of ice; his ice has melted and now he's unleashing the lava dwelling underneath. "Will you stop being such a selfish asshole for once!" he hollers at me candidly. "I'm the only one who gives a shit about your sorry ass around here! I'm the one who's been filing papers for days trying to get you out of those shackles for Hyne's sake!"

He's got me stumped. It has to be the alcohol because I'm having a hard time for the information he's hurling at me to sink in. I just stand with my mouth widely open and no word coming out to express my surprise.

Now that I got him going there's no stopping him. "How fucking dare you come in here telling me I don't give a Behemoth's ass about you?! You were the one who left, Seifer, not me! You were the one who thought following Edea was better than being here even when she turned you against me!"

I don't know if I've ever seen him this worked up since that time back when we he was twelve and I was thirteen and he completely exploded like a Cherry Bomb over some stupid matter I don't even remember what it was concerning. Unable to look away or react, all I can do is stand there and take his rant without a claim of getting my side of it all into the mix.

Squall's gloved hand is like a knife when he's using it to cut through the air in sharp gestures. "You've just wandered back here like nothing's happened when I'm the one who should be pounding at your door at two in the morning! I'm the one who deserves to be angry, not you! I did everything I could for you, Seifer, from the get-go all I've done is tried to save you when all you've ever done is throw me to the wolves!"

Being lectured seems to have sobered me up as I suddenly see things clearly for the first time since I confiscated the bottle from the youngsters. I can see the pain in his ice-cold eyes, the hurt he's been keeping bottled up without getting the chance to share it with anyone or express it the way he does now. It's the first time in I don't know how long I've seen fire not ice when he's looked at me.

"People wanted you killed for your treason." He continues to holler, "but I was one of the few who spoke for your pardon! Whenever I hear people talk shit about you I stand up to defend you when no one else does! So fuck you for saying I don't care, Seifer Almasy, you go fuck yourse–"

I cut him off by darting forward to capture his face with my hands, dropping the bottle on the floor to spill out the remaining liquid and silencing him with my lips pressed against his. The brunette is taken completely aback by this as his lithe frame hits the surface of the door I push him up against.

Making some protesting noises he just about manages to pry me off of him. "What are you doing–?!"

"Shh." I hush silently, my thumb caressing his prominent jawline. His skin is smooth, so smooth it could easily be mistaken for a woman's. "I didn't know." I whisper against his lips that are always so tight and silent. "I didn't know."

"Seifer, you're drunk." He got out but I hush him one more time.

"I didn't know you gave a shit about me. You're always so cold…" I stroke the back of my index finger over his cheek tenderly. "As cold as ice. How was I supposed to know your heart wasn't frozen too?"

I can feel him swallow beneath me as I tower over the brunette. "You're a bigger idiot than I thought if you couldn't tell."

I chuckle drunkedly at his comment, suddenly realizing I have him in a rather interesting position. "I want you." I growl against his lips that I've claimed with my own.

He muffles a protest until I've given him the chance to breathe. "Seifer, you're drunk, we shouldn't–"

"Don't you want me?" I pose, staring right into the cerulean orbs, demanding an honest answer from the brunette.

"Not like this." He breathes, evoking an amused smirk as he can't bring himself to admit it out loud. "You're not thinking straight."

"Since you're not a woman that makes sense, doesn't it?" I tease, making him scowl at me through golden brown bangs. I press my body against his, making the ice prince shudder at my intrusive body heat which I ultimately relish. "My mind is clear, Leonhart. I want you and I want you now."

Staring into the details of his stormy hues, I leave him a few seconds to make a decision. When he doesn't reply in words I lean in to connect our lips in yet another kiss, this one ten times more tender than the last and probably the sweetest expression of adoration that I've ever shown anybody. Even though I can feel his body trembling against mine, I soon notice how the brunette begins to respond to the kiss, how he presses his rose petals to meet me, which is all I need to know.

Wrapping my arm around his lithe waist I use the strength I've gathered from wielding my gunblade to lift the younger male to which he gets alarmed and clings onto me like a frightened puppy. It's with no duress I bring the brunette to the bed, laying him down on the mattress while I tower over him in a new position. Linking our lips in passionate exchanges I disconnect to hover over my kouhai after a while to take in the glorious sight of him.

"What?" He asks worriedly when I stare at him for an undecided amount of time.

I shake my head. "I just forget how young you are."

The curl of his brow suggests he doesn't understand what I mean, but it doesn't matter. Right now all that matters is him and me, this very now, nothing else. The ice prince and the knight. I crane my neck to taste the faint vanilla on his lips (I always knew he'd have a feminine taste) to which I feel his gloved hand snake up to rest on my back. As I let my teeth sink into the softness of his bottom lip, provoking a moan when the taste of iron stains my tongue, I subsequently rise up to pull the vest off of my upper body. Taking the hint the brunette does the same with his white t-shirt.

Although he might look weak on first glance his body is clearly trained and I realize how my comment about the tummy-fat was mockingly inaccurate. While running my calloused hand over the ripped abdomen of my kouhai, I lean down to lap my tongue over his nipple in a cruel and exquisite attack. The instant my wet tongue meets with his sensitive skin the commander fails to withhold a loud gasp sounding into the room. Embarrassed by his noise he emitted the brunette slaps the gloved hand over his mouth, but it's far too late. I grin at him deviously and begin to suck on the sensitive skin.

As I stop with the torture I shift my leg a bit to get closer access to the man beneath me and notice the hardness hiding inside of his leather pants. "Have I awakened the lion?" I grin. Even though I get an angry scowl I know he's aching to let the beast free just as I yearn to relieve some of the pressure off of my own monster.

About to undo his pants I am dumbfounded by the ornate belts preventing me from releasing the Behemoth. "Fuck's sake, Leonhart." I growl under my breath. "I've never seen anyone protect their chastity to this extent."

Scoffing heatedly Squall pushes his hand against my chest to move me out of the way so he can begin to undo his belts. While he's preoccupied with that I remove his boots and socks as well as my own. (because that's how long it takes to get them all off) The moment the final belt drops to the floor I jump him once more like a torama to eagerly exchange hot breaths with my melting prince of ice.

His hands rummage through my short hair and I let the hand that doesn't keep me propped up snake down and into the commander's tight pants. He inhales a sharp breath as I get my hand on his painful erection, his own hand shooting down to grab hold of my wrist.

"What's the matter?" I hum softly into his ear before nibbling lightly on it. "Have you only felt your own hand down there?"

"Shut up." He hisses through tightly clenched teeth.

Although his grip doesn't ease up I continue to stroke the sensitive skin which makes him writhe underneath me and moan a symphony to my ears. When he bucks his hips up to meet my hand it's time for me to pull away, leaving the brunette starved for more which is just the way I want him.

Tilting his chin up with my fingers I command him to look me in the eye. "I want you to beg." When my lion growls at my demand I simply crane my neck to lick his bruised lip with the edge of my tongue. "Beg me to fuck you."

"Please." He finally forces through his pride.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

Hearing him vocalize those words makes my skin knot in excitement. "As you wish."

Positioning both hands at his waist I watch the brunette shimmy out of both boxers and leather, the prelude to my own uncovering that amuses me greatly when I see how his eyes widen at the sight of my cock. Now completely bare, the both of us, I rest my forehead against Squall's to complete the scar that embellishes our countenances, at the same time gripping hold of his painful erection to pump the commander. He's making a row of noises, almost as if he's never had a hand-job before (which I hope that he has, otherwise it would be more than sad) in a vulnerable voice I didn't know he had.

"I wonder what people would pay to see the Hero like this." I smirk darkly at the male who is always so reserved.

"Shut the fuck up- - -!" He moans through the pleasure in such an agonizing voice I'm afraid it almost hurts him.

When I loosen my grip Squall literally growls at me, so close to release I think he's ready to kill me. As I bring the palm of my hand up to my mouth to spit in it disgust drapes over his features to which I have to laugh heartily.

"You'll thank me later." I promise as I coat my erection with the saliva. "Turn over."

Although doubtful Squall does what I tell him to so he's lying on his belly on the bed. I just have to rake my fingers down his spine and relish the quivers I feel at my fingertips. Placing my big hands that look intimidatingly big on his lithe hips I make him use his knees to buck them up against my erection.

"This will hurt a little." I forewarn though I know he's not a stranger to pain and that he will be able to handle it.

The alcohol must still be influencing me because when I push into his delicate entrance I do so roughly, provoking a sharp gasp from the brunette. His gloved hands fist into the fabric of the sheet and his toes curl while I nearly lose myself in the sensation of his tightness around my cock.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

He nods. "Keep going."

Heeding my prince's command I start to move. Slowly at first to make him get used to my intrusion inside him and then when I feel his hips moving to my established rhythm I get a bit rougher and faster. Squall keeps gasping at my authority, such exquisite noises that would make me forget I wasn't fucking a woman if I had been a bit less sober.

My fingers dig into the skin of his tight ass as I get closer to my climax through thrusting and I feel him moving to take care of his own unattended erection swaying in the air to our motions. When I'm overpowered by the forces of my climax I moan in tandem with Squall as he feels my cum filling him up.

Exhausted I collapse on top of him, burying my forehead into his sweat-laden back. Once I've caught my breath I pull out to plop down next to him, resting the back of my hand against my forehead.

"Shit, Leonhart." I breathe heavily. "I always knew you were a tight-ass but damn, you've outdone yourself."

All I get is a scoff as his energy has also depleted along with my own. Feeling how the fatigue takes a hold of me, I let my eyelids fall closed to welcome sleep. Since I'm not looking I can't see Squall watching me for a couple of minutes until he pulls a blanket over both our worked bodies and cuddles up against my side.

A/N: I hope you all liked it! There's a lot of fluffy Seifer&Squall in stall if I decide to write more :3 Please RnR so I get the courage to continue with my ideas (/ o \)