Asphyxia
LolitaUlliel10
Disclaimer: All Final Fantasy VIII characters belong to Square Enix.
Warning: Contains mature content and adult themes.
Yaoi.
Chapter One:
Her hair was long enough to cover her bare breasts, occasionally becoming visible when she leaned back to rest her hands on the mattress and thrust her hips forward. Her lipstick had become a streaked stain across the side of her face, and her smiles were somewhat reminiscent of a demented clown that insisted on exaggerating her moans. Perhaps she thought it was attractive or arousing. He, on the other hand, found it completely irritating.
He'd found himself in this situation several times through out the week. Naked, in bed, with a girl he'd only met just a few hours before. She'd be drunk, slurring vulgar suggestions in his ear while she clung to his shirt begging him to take her home. The smell of her alcohol fused breathe was repulsive to say the least. Sometimes he couldn't help thinking that only moments before meeting her she was cramped in a small bathroom stall bent over a dirty toilet purging the contents of her stomach; possibly even on her knees somewhere, sucking on another guy's dick. Almost always he would give the slut the benefit of the doubt and take her home, dodging every sloppy kiss she tried to take.
This time though, he just simply couldn't take it anymore. To be quite frank she was a lousy fuck, whether it was caused by the alcohol or the bitch simply didn't know what she was doing. He didn't entirely mind it as long as he came, but as soon as she burped and started to gag a few moments later he'd gone completely limp and decided to end this.
"Get off." he ordered.
The redheaded girl laughed awkwardly and rolled her eyes. Not sure if he was serious or not. "Hey chill out, just lay back down, I'll get it back up." She lazily smiled beginning to thrust her hips even faster.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME." He roared, losing his temper quite quickly with the girl.
He pushed her off onto the bed and stood up yanking the condom off his now limp penis and tossing it into the wastebasket near the nightstand. This wasn't the first time he'd thrown a girl out and felt nothing for them each and every time he did it. Instead of nicely asking them out or apologizing, the whole thing usually turned into a shouting match and left him with a head ache. Tonight he was in no kind of mood to be screaming at this stupid girl.
Instead he grabbed her glittery pink tube top and bra off the floor and tossed it in her face. Picking up his boxers and quickly pulling them back on. The act was all too familiar. The look of shock and anger beginning to mix and twist on her face. Not quite sure what to say or do.
"Get dressed and get out." He stated flatly, helping her on her way out.
"You're a fucking prick you know that!?" She hissed, sliding off the bed and bending over to slip her panties back on over her tiny, bony hips. "Fucking asshole," She continued to curse, Rolling down her black skirt that she'd kept bunched up around her stomach. "What's you're fucking problem? It's not my fault you can't keep it up. "
He simply rolled his eyes and walked towards the bed, ripping off the covers and sheets leaving a bare mattress. "I was going to wash these… but I think I'd rather burn them instead."
"Fuck you!" She spat. Eyeing him the entire time she adjusted her bra and slipped her tube top back on.
He wrapped the sheets up into a ball and tossed it in the corner of his apartment.
"Oh my god," she began, talking to herself out loud as she franticly tried to squeeze her tight strappy heels back on. "Selph is not going to believe this when I fucking tell her. Oh my fucking God." She said angrily tightening the straps.
He laughed somewhat and walked over to the front door, unlocking the golden slide lock and opening the door more than wide enough. "There's a phone downstairs in the lobby. Call a cab. Hurry up, get out." He ordered once more, this time with little to no emotion in his voice.
She grabbed her clutch off the floor and walked towards the door, her heels making a clacking noise down on the hardwood floors. She had her hands wrapped around her waist, looking at him only once as she walked out.
Her eyes were glassy with tears that had formed but not quite fallen over her cheeks. Her lips were pursed and her lipstick stain smeared across her face was now brighter due to the glowing lights in the hallway. The sight was pitiful, and he didn't bother looking away either. He felt nothing for this girl, and not a single pang of discomfort or guilt ever touched him. She'd be upset, but she'd get over it, He thought to himself.
Upon hearing the clicking of her heels disappear as she stepped onto the carpet outside, he quickly slammed the door and turned to lock it once more.
'Another night wasted.' He thought.
He sighed and looked around the room. It was dark, with the exception of the two large wall sized windows on either side of his bed that invited in the various lights from neon signs and passing cars outside. Lights bounced off the opposite walls casting a light over his face making the color of his eyes appear to be a dulled yellow. He looked at his bare bed, sheet less and cold, not quite wanting to lie back down.
A sudden feeling of being filthy washed over his body. Quickly remembering then girl dragging her thick acrylic nails over his chest, rubbing up and down on his well toned chest. He remembered the heat of her hands and made a face of disgust. Quickly deciding he needed a shower and a vigorous scrub all over his body.
'Or a disinfection.' He groaned.
He pushed himself off the door and walked towards the back of his studio apartment, his bare feet gently patting on the cold floor. He walked into the bathroom, flicking on the obscenely bright fluorescent lights of his bathroom vanity and letting his squinting eyes adjust to the harsh contrast.
He was gorgeous to be perfectly honest.
His body was well defined. A flat stomach and perfect abs that that just seemed to go so well with his perfectly tanned skin. His strong jaw line only gave away hints to that killer smile he used to his advantage so many times in the past. His disheveled blonde hair was normally neatly slicked back, but after tonight's events it would take a good shampoo or a cow to wrangle his hair back into place.
But perhaps the most stunning feature of his would be his piercing emerald eyes.
The blonde man smiled quite devilishly to himself and attempted to tame his hair down.
"Seifer Alamsy, you are a gift from the gods to the human race." He sneered playfully.
The man wasn't outwardly cocky but he would never deny his good looks. The very reason it was so easy to bring home so many women. They were like butter in his hands, melting just at the sight of him. A smile alone that could get a girl pregnant, Seifer took pride in grooming himself daily and making sure he looked good every time he stepped outside of his apartment.
At the moment, he was unemployed, living off his father's money who was the CEO of some big time foreign shipping company who spent little to no time with his son and compensated by wiring generous amounts of money into Seifer's bank account. The blonde didn't complain, lacking a desire to finish college or get a job. He spent his time in the video store renting movies or going out to clubs or bars making sex and movies his favorite hobbies.
Obviously bored with his life, Seifer decided it was better to be at home, bored than to be busy at work. For now, he was free to come and go as he pleased filled his lonely nights with strange women and desperately put out any thoughts of having to work any time soon.
"I'm still discovering myself dad! How am I supposed to get a job and be good at it if I don't even know what I want to do yet? You have to give me some time."
Seifer recalled telling his father over the phone when he threatened to stop sending money. He inquired about where he was looking into getting back into school or already working, and when Seifer lacked an answer to his father he'd quickly tried to get himself out of trouble, ever the manipulator.
The blonde smiled to himself. He didn't enjoy lying to his father but there was indeed a bit of truth in his words after all. His whole life he'd spent being cared for by several nannies and stepmothers that his father went through. He was given everything he wanted and more than he needed. It had jaded him from things and people. Life was mundane and pointless and yet he lived it and lived it the best way he knew how; with money and women always at a reachable distance.
'There's nothing in this world I can't have. But there really isn't anything I want.'
Seifer slid out of boxers once more tossing them carelessly onto a pile of dirty clothes in the corner of his spacious bathroom. He turned to slide open the tall glass door that led into a shower that was big enough to hold at least 5 people. He stepped into the space and turned the silver knob.
A rush of warm water hit his skin and let the previous thoughts in his head melt away; almost as though they'd been literally washed off his body and slowly flowed down between his feet and swirl downed into the drain.
He stood there for a minute or two feeling the water get hotter and hotter and slowly begin to fog up the glass. He tilted his head down towards the white tiles and watched the running water begin to swirl down into the drain. Something was missing in his life, he thought. And in that moment there was a feeling of loneliness and emptiness that disturbed his thoughts that he'd neither deny nor accept.
"Knock knock."
There was a gentle tap at the already open door. And a feminine voice that was undoubtedly familiar. The brunette boy sitting behind the large wooden desk, deeply enthralled in his book looked up for only a second and let his gaze return to the pages.
"Come in."
The large wooden door creaked open and a young girl walked in. Her long auburn hair was neatly styled into a French twist with a glass tulip clip to keep it in place, a present from the boy sitting at the desk. She wore a white summer dress and had on simple pair of white ballerina flats. As beautiful as she was, she seemed so out of place here in this dimly lit office.
She smiled sweetly before saying a thing, closing the door by gently laying against it.
"You're certainly getting into the role of things aren't you?" She said teasingly.
The boy looked up once more, this time his gaze lingering for more than a second. He studied her with an expressionless face, not quite sure what the girl's intentions were. He returned to his book, not wanting to dwell on it much. "I just needed a place to read." he answered.
"I think you look very appropriate there, like it was made for you," She started, taking a few steps into the room, looking about with her attention now on the several old framed photographs hanging from the walls. "I think father made a wise choice."
"Did you need something Ellone?" The boy cut in hastily; this time, setting the book face down on the desk. His tone was authoritative with a hint of irritation that only the girl would ever find endearing.
"Oh Squall, don't act that way with me. You know I haven't come here to harass you." She said, taking a seat in front of the boy's desk, crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap in a very lady like fashion. "Irvine says you've been a little hermit and cooped yourself up in here. I was worried."
Squall simply crossed his arms and reclined in his seat watching the never fading smile on his sister's face. In a way it was very much like watching his own reflection, except in this particular mirror, it showed him everything he could be, but wasn't. Unlike Ellone, Squall's facial expressions were limited and unreadable. His stoic and rigid personality kept many would be friends at bay and killed several conversations that many would try to start with him. Ellone on the other hand was undeterred by her brother's indifference and always smiled at him hoping one day he'd return the gesture.
"I'm fine."
"I knew you would say that, you're such a liar." She said with a playful grin.
"Then why bother asking?" his voice trailing off, as if regretting his remark, knowing it would spur into more talking. Something he would have rather avoided.
Ellone smiled once more before speaking. "Anyway," she said with emphasis, decided to forgo the fight and get straight to the point. "I've also heard that business is doing pretty well since you've fixed up the place. It's starting to get quite the reputation. I'm proud of you Squall."
The boy retrieved his book off the desk and let his eyes wander back to the words, not really reading but giving him something to do besides staring at the girl's smile. "It's the same as always."
He spoke calmly.
"So I was thinking…since this place is pretty much taking care of itself...you should have more time in your schedule to find I date. I have a friend who I know would lo-"
Squall slammed the book down on the table stood up with an intimidating tower over her. "Is this what this is about? Getting a date? How absurd. You're wasting your time Ellone."
"Squall!" She whined, her smile fading into a frown. "I'm just worried about you! It's not healthy to be stuck up here in this office all by yourself. You should be out there meeting people and finding a girlfriend."
The boy scoffed and walked towards his smaller sister. He shook his head and put his hand out to her. She looked him up and down, not sure where this gesture would lead to and whether she would end up hurt or being kicked out. Either way she took his hand reluctantly and stood with a worried look on her face. "Don't be mad." She whispered.
He led her hand to wrap around his back, bringing her tiny, delicate frame to press against his chest where he rested his chin atop her head and kiss her forehead with the gentlest touch. "I'm not mad." He whispered back.
"Right now, I'm concerned with taking care of the club and the girls. I don't have time right now for any leisure. And as far as finding a girlfriend, the only woman I care to have in my life right now is you. And you're already a handful. I don't need another one." He said, adding a small chuckle at the end.
"I know but-"she said mumbling against his chest.
"But nothing. Don't worry about me Ellone. Shouldn't you be concerned about finding a boyfriend yourself instead of me?"
Ellone blushed and pulled away from her brother. Shaking her head quickly and smiling through her embarrassment. "No! Of course not! The men around here are so rude and perverted." She said laughing. "Besides, if I was to become interested in a man, he'd have to be half the man you are." She said adding a genuine smile.
Squall's lips curled into a smile, "You better make sure you make a good choice, I promised dad I wouldn't let you near just any oaf. Don't bring any around here until you're sure he's the right one."
Ellone smiled widely once more and smacked her brother playfully. "Not until I find someone for you. I'm making it my personal mission you know." She winked.
Squall simply rolled his eyes and kissed his sister on her forehead one last time on the forehead before pulling away.
"Don't you have a shop to run Ellone? Who's taking care of the store?"
"It's Sunday, we're closed. I thought I would come over to pester Irvine to fix my washing machine when he told me you were being phantom of the opera in this stuffy office." She said looking around at the mess of books and papers strewn about the cabinets and desks up against the walls. She crinkled her nose and looked back at Squall. "If you want I can help you clean?"
"No thanks, I know where everything is. If you clean it I'll be lost." He said, somewhat attempting to straighten the papers and files on his desk. "It's mostly contracts and bills for the construction we've been doing. I ordered new furniture for the girls rooms in two weeks and the setup crew is supposed be showing up sometime this afternoon."
"Wow, that's really nice of you Squall. I'm sure they'll be delighted." Ellone smiled crossing her arms in satisfaction. "You're just a big softie underneath that rough exterior."
Squall made a face and continued stacking sheets, "Uh huh…" he said trailing off.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Both siblings looked up quickly to the wooden door and stared for a moment. Before Squall could protest and demand the knocker go away, Ellone answered in her sweet voice.
"Come in."
The large oak door creaked open slowly before revealing two large blue eyes poke out through the small space. The young woman walked in slowly only half of her body in view.
Her hair was shoulder length, curling slightly at the ends. The hue of her skin was a false orange from the lonely lamp in the corner in the room, casting deep contrasting shadows on her face. Even so, this did not hide the lively color of her eyes and tiny lips that were formed into an embarrassing smile.
"I'm sorry to interrupt…" The girl said walking in slowly.
"Selphie!" Ellone cried running over to the door, "Come in, come in!" Ellone grabbed the girl by the wrist and led her into the room.
"Hi Ellone." Selphie smiled.
"I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?" Ellone inquired, forgetting her brother looming in the corner.
"I'm good," she chuckled at Ellone's enthusiasm.
"Is there something you needed Selphie?" Squall cut in, not wanting his sister to bother the girl any further or invite anyone else into his office for that matter. Ellone made an appalled face.
"Uh, yah! There are some moving van guys here asking for you."
"Oh! That must be the stuff you ordered! Let's go downstairs!" Ellone chirped grabbing Selphie again by the wrist. Selphie chuckled looking at Ellone's bright smile.
"Last one down is a rotten chocobo egg!" Ellone chanted looking back at her brother with a smile.
Squall made another face as he watched the two girls run outside the room.
He slid his hand through his coffee colored hair letting out a deep sigh; his intense sapphire eyes lowering into a tired gaze. Squall's usually hardened and intricately chiseled features were now softened, his pale lips left expressionless.
There was something so indescribably beautiful about him. Very much they way one would admire an ancient Greek statue. So perfectly carved and polished, it was truly difficult to wrap your mind around the amount of beauty he radiated.
And like most statues, he stood without movement and spoke few to no words to many people that attempted to speak to him. It was the way he'd become. He was closed off to the world only showing fragments of himself to his sister Ellone. If things had happened differently, perhaps he wouldn't be this way; maybe things would have been better.
'You're a good for nothing. Just like your father.'
Squall's eyes shot open, shaking the agonizing thoughts from his head.
Darting across the small office and swinging open the door, he seemed to be running from something, from someone. It didn't matter. He would find peace in knowing the thoughts would be drowned out in the distractions down below. If there was anything good that Squall had found in this place it was just that; all the wonderful distractions.
"Look kid, I don'ts got all friggin' day alright? I need a John Hancock from the John that ordered all the crap outside, otherwise I can't unload everything and I can't go home."
The scenery had changed completely. As Squall emerged from the set of stairs tucked away in the corner there was a complete change in the atmosphere in the room as well.
The room was sparkling with vivid lights of all different colors. The glass table tops bouncing colors and glittering from the rotating disco ball up above. In the air there was a mixture of laughter and whistling from several men sitting around a long hot pink linoleum cat walk that came only a few feet from the bar. On the stage there was a rather busty young girl dressed in a skimpy school girl outfit mouthing the words to Aretha Franklin's, it's in his kiss. She swung her hips suggestively from side to side, pressing herself to the long silver pole placed at the end of the catwalk.
The girl wrapped her well manicured hands around her arms and squeezed her breasts together incidentally. Squall watched from the corner of his eye, for just enough time to spot the girl winking at him. He smiled slightly and proceeded to the door where a small group had formed.
"I ain't a kid Buddy so watch your mouth. And Ano-"
Squall placed his hand gently on Selphie's shoulder, feeling her body tense up from the contact. She stopped abruptly and turned to face Squall's unchanged expression.
"I'm the one that ordered the things." He spoke.
"Peachy," The short guy in a blue windbreaker said sarcastically; pushing a worn out clipboard near Squall's chest. "I need your signature at the bottom and a date underneath." He said annoyed, grabbing a pen from his left breast pocket where TONY'S MOVING AND DELIVERY SERVICE was embroidered in large red letters.
Squall took the pen and quickly signed his name, returning the pen back to the man.
"Alright then, where do you want the vanity's and beds?" The moving guy asked scratching his unshaven beard.
Squall pointed to the stairs from which he had emerged. "There are six rooms up those stairs, a bed and vanity should go to each room."
"Don't scratch anything." He added.
"Yeah, don't worry, we is professionals mister." The man said, laughing out loud as he turned to waddle out of the club.
Selphie looked up at Squall with large moon like eyes. "D-did you g-get us n-new furniture?" She stammered wanting to explode with joy.
Squall mentally grunted. "Yeah, I guess so."
Selphie stood there with eyes beginning to water. Ellone wrapped her arm around Selphie giggling uncontrollably. "He's a big softie under all those mean looks and sighs ya know?"
"Or would you rather keep sleeping on those dirty mattresses and fruit crates?" Squall grunted.
Selphie shook her head furiously and squealed. "No no no, this is great! Thank you so much Squall!" She said running up to him and wrapping her arms around him, squeezing much too tightly.
"You're the best boss ever!"
Squall simply looked down at the girl, not really knowing how to return the gesture, not sure if he even wanted to return the gesture. Selphie quickly backed away and bowed apologetically. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I won't ever touch you again!"
Squall rubbed the back of his neck and looked away, "Go upstairs and tell the others to clean out everything so you can make room for all the new stuff. Hurry."
Selphie nodded one last time and turned to grab Ellone's wrist. "C'mon, Ell, Help me!"
Ellone smiled at her brother and nodded "Let's go!"
Squall, now alone at the entrance turned to face the bar, spotting a familiar face he strode over to a black leather stool in the corner and took a seat.
"Well hey there kid, you look like you need a drink." The older man chuckled, tilting his cowboy hat.
"Water." Squall answered flatly giving the older man a dry look.
Irvine smiled and rolled his eyes. "Yeah I know. Only teasin' ya kid. One water comin' up." The charm in his voice sent a familiar yet unnamable feeling to flow over Squall. It calmed him, relaxed him even. The tall man turned letting a small auburn lock of hair fall from where it had been tucked behind his ear to frame the side of his face. The rest of his long wavy hair was tied back reaching the small of his back. As long as Squall had known this man, he'd always worn his hair long, and he'd always find himself watching the man's long ponytail hypnotically sway from side to side as he moved about behind the bar, serving drinks. He remembered as a kid being picked up by the teenage man in from of him and grabbing onto his then shoulder length hair.
'Your dad said I gotta' watch ya' while he works. Don't be gettin' into any trouble okay?'
The small boy nodded slightly and stared at the older boy's hair intently, rubbing it against his tiny lips and cheeks. He closed his eyes and inhaled the smell of his shampoo, recalling every single detail from the sleek and soft texture, to the smell of fruit.
'Ha-ha, you like that don't ya? Go ahead and play with it, just don't eat it kid."
"Here you go, drink up." Irvine's grown up voice filled Squall's ears and brought him back into the present. Nodding and taking the glass cup of water and taking a sip.
"How are you feeling today? I haven't seen you down here in at least a week. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were ignorin' me Squall." Irvine placed his ringed right hand over his head and feigned injury making a whaling noise. "Don't hurt me like that." He chuckled.
Squall stared at the shifting ice cubes in his glass and looked towards the dancing girls on stage.
"The lights bother me sometimes." He answered softly.
"Well it is a strip joint after all, gotta keep the ladies happy with the colorful lights and such." Irvine grinned as his attention as well fell onto the girl on stage.
Squall turned to face Irvine who had a goofy smile plastered all of over his face. He couldn't help but smile. If there was any sort of comedic relief that Squall had in his life it was definitely the cowboy bartender himself. Irvine always found a way to lighten the mood, especially Squall's rather scary ones that people seemed to avoid very much like the plague.
"One would think you'd spend more time down here with all these beautiful, half naked women running around kid. Instead ya' got yourself hiding upstairs. I don't get it." Irvine said scratching his stubbly chin, genuinely searching for an answer in his mind.
Squall shifted in his seat, not much liking where the older boy's thoughts were taking him.
"Unless you'd rather see half naked gu-"
"SISTERS." Squall groaned, stopping Irvine's words from continuing.
"What's that?" The cowboy snapped back to attention, turning to see Squall half drowning in his water.
"Sisters," He continued, "They're like my sisters. I don't enjoy watching them prance around half naked."
Irvine laughed and crossed his arms, his gaze still fixed on the dancing girl. "Hell I wouldn't mind watching my sisters if they looked that damn good." The long haired boy roared with laughter and held his stomach. Squall shifted once more uncomfortably in his seat a bit disturbed by the older boy's comment.
"Kidding Squall, calm down. " Irvine smiled walking over closer to the shy brunette.
Before Squall had a chance to change the subject, he was helped by the sudden opening slam of the front door. The sound of high heels clacking angrily against the floor took his attention off the cowboy. Her red hair was all over the place, like she'd been running. Her clutch tucked under her left arm and half a cigarette dangling from her smeared lips. Tears rolling freely from her face down to her chin.
"Chris?" Irvine inquired.
"What happened?" he said, making his way out from behind the bar and taking the sobbing girl into his arms. "What's wrong babe? Who did this to you?" he asked impatiently.
The red headed girl pulled away from Irvine and wiped her face with her forearm, taking the cigarette from her lips and crushing it on the ash tray on the table beside them.
"I don't want to talk about it Irv…" she was barely coherent, sobbing between words.
Squall rose from his stool with a very intense gaze fixed on the crying girl.
"When I find out who did this…" Squall began, walking towards Irvine and his sobbing sister.
"I'll kill him."
TBC
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