Outcast X

The couple excused themselves after a brisk breakfast and went back up to the dorm. Seifer's eyes were wide as Squall closed and locked the door behind them.

"What the Hell was that?" The blonde asked.

"She wants you." Squall said, sitting on the bed.

"No, Squall, she wants you, she just can't have you because you're…ya know…"

"She didn't pretty much give me an invitation to sex, Seifer. She gave it to you."

"That's because she can't give it to you…Look, stop acting this way. If you didn't want me to go, you shouldn't have given me permission." Seifer said, towering over his lover.

"It's not that I don't want you to go, Seifer, but we're not even a couple or anything. Who am I to say you can't do something…Right?"

I WANT us to be, Squall…I want to kiss you in front of the world and to tell everyone how much I love you. I don't care WHAT label anyone puts on me as long as I'm with you…I don't want to be with her, I want to be with you…

"Right…" Seifer said, lying to his own thoughts as well as Squall. "I mean, it's not like we even need a real relationship, right?"

"Right…" Squall lied as his thoughts were commanding him to beg Seifer for something…real.

"So...the sex is enough then…We're free to do whatever we want?" Seifer confirmed.

"Yea…" Squall lied.

And the two stood there like that, lying to each other's faces and denying their true feelings for each other. They both knew that they loved each other, but they also felt that the other felt that there was no need for a real relationship.

Neither of them wanted anything more than a real relationship with the other.

That night, as Seifer was getting dressed for his date, Squall stood in the doorway of the bathroom, watching him.

"You look so damn sexy…" He said with a smirk. Seifer chuckled as he sprayed on his cologne.

"Good choice…" Squall commented, "That smell drives me crazy…"

Seifer walked up to Squall and caressed his face softly.

"You're sure you're okay with this?"

"If you are…" Squall said, unable to make eye-contact. He could never make eye contact when he was lying to someone he cared about.

"I'll be back soon, okay?" Seifer said, offering a small smile to his lover.

"Take your time." Squall said, quietly, "No worries."

After a small parting kiss, the blonde left the dorm, slowly walking down the hall, listening to only the sounds of his shoes on the shiny hallway.

Every thought he had in his mind was telling him this was wrong. Then out of nowhere, he remembered the feelings that he had felt for Quistis. He never thought she could feel the same way, so he covered up these feelings by acting like an asshole.

That's what he always did.

Finally, he reached the beautiful woman's dorm and knocked lightly.

Quistis opened the door wearing a light blue silk robe, her strawberry blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.

Candles burned brightly behind her.

"Hey, Seifer…" She said breathily. Seifer could smell the alcohol on her breath and prayed that she had left some for him.

His prayers were answered as she allowed him to step inside her quarters. He saw the bottles of liquor on her night table and smiled.

He walked in and made himself comfortable immediately, which is what he did anywhere. He kicked his shoes off next to the door and sat down on the soft bed in the middle of the room.

"Pour you a drink?" Quistis offered, motioning to the bottles.

Seifer nodded with a childish smile on his face. His eyes went from the bottles to the swell of Quistis's breasts to the suggestive curve of her hips and back to the bottles.

If he couldn't have the others, he'd at least have a drink.

The two downed shots for a couple hours until both of them were giggly and undeniably drunk.

"So, really, why did you ask me here?" Seifer asked through his slur.

Quistis just laughed wildly. It was a girlish giggle that he had never heard from her before.

Suddenly, she leaned in and kissed him.

Seifer kissed back, not quite knowing what else to do, but thoroughly enjoying the kiss itself. His hand went up to cup her face, but he was shocked not to find Squall's strong jaw under his palm. Quistis's soft features were quite different from the sexy man that he had grown accustomed to being with.

Her lips were…softer. Not better, but softer.

Quistis moved Seifer's hand from her face to her breast and Seifer felt quite a difference there. All these new senses were exciting Seifer. Being with Squall so frequently had left him…ignorant of a woman's touch. He had forgotten how it was. He had been lost in Squall, and he just realized it.

"Make love to me…" She broke the kiss in a fierce whisper and Seifer was shocked by her boldness.

He leaned back slightly and got a good look at the woman's face.

"Really? Are you sure?" He asked, breathlessly.

She nodded enthusiastically, her hair falling in her face, making her look even more seductive.

He stripped her of her robe as if he were unwrapping a delicate present. He stripped off the clothes he had so carefully put on just hours before, and between kisses, he lay her down at the head of the bed.

They made love quickly, speeding it up with cries of passion and heavy breathing.

It felt strange for Seifer. He wasn't used to having sex without gazing at Squall's glossy hair or watching his muscular back or seeing his fists clenching the sheets.

Looking down at this delicate woman felt…odd.

As everything slowed down and they both reached their peak, Seifer quickly moved from his position on top of her and rolled over to his side. He wrapped himself tightly in covers, still inebriated from the expensive liquors that Quistis had bestowed upon him.

He heard a tired chuckle come from the other side of the bed.

"I knew it was a misunderstanding…" She said and he could hear the smile on her face.

…The Hell…?

His mind questioned the meaning before the alcohol and the exhaustion caught up with him and weighed him down to sleep like an anchor.