Hey, Mary...i really wanna thank you for your reviews and stuff...you never leave a reply e-mail or something so i can't tahnk ou personally, but anyway...guess i want you to know i am so grateful for your constant support and you know...loools...i hope you like this chapter along with anyone else who is reading...it's kinda short...but i think it's ok.

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10

Squall splashed water on his face.

What's wrong with me!

Moaning in despair, the brunet grasped the side of the marble platform that held the sinks and looked at himself in the mirror.

You want him…

Shut up…

Look at you. You're acting like a complete fool!

What the fuck! I said shut up!

You want him to hold you and kiss you…what is it Squall? You think you are ready now?

Squall closed his eyes and sighed. He didn't know anything anymore. In four days his life had turned into a fish market. He didn't know what to think, what to feel…

Seifer was standing at the doorway, his lips drawn in a slight frown.

God how he wanted that man…the way Squall was just standing there with his eyes closed, water dripping from wet strands of his hair and trickled down his throat.

"Squall." The brunet's head snapped up and he gaped, wide-eyed at the blonde, "Seifer."

"Yeah, now that we both know each other, how about you share with me a little of your inner monologues?"

Squall frowned.

Seifer wasn't laughing or joking around. In fact, the blonde stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

"You should learn to knock, you know."

"That is the least of my concerns…actually, Squall, when I am around you my only concern is how to win you over and make you mine."

Seifer was now standing an inch away from Squall, who was trapped in front of the marble platform, "Every moment I'm without you, you're on my mind…you're like a damn drug, Squall…one I can't live without even though I haven't tried to live with yet."

Squall couldn't say anything to that…he was just gazing deep into the verdant eyes of the blonde, wondering what he should do, what he wanted to do…

Seifer opened his mouth to speak, what could he say? That he wanted Squall more than anything?

Squall just shrugged, "Caine's waiting."

Seifer moaned, "I've waited longer, Squall."

The brunet gasped softly as the blonde pressed close to him and rubbed his lips softly against Squall's. Seifer whimpered in his throat. Squall's lips were so soft, almost sweet too.

Seifer put his arms around the brunet, pulling him closer for a real kiss. The brunet closed his eyes, giving in to the kiss…he didn't know why, but something inside him just told him to yield, to submit to the blonde's incessant passion.

Seifer's hands were caressing his torso and unbuttoning his shirt. The shirt fell to his back, held only by the cuffs which were still fastened to Squall's arms. Seifer's mouth left Squall's lips, tracing a hot path to the brunet's milky neck, sucking slightly there before he moved up to nibble on Squall's ear, sending shivers down the brunet's spine.

The door slammed open and Caine stood in the doorway, a frown on his face, "Guys, you're late…and the waitress already got your orders."

Seifer pulled away, coming to his senses. Squall opened his eyes too, turning away from the pair to rearrange his shirt and button it up.

"Squall…" Seifer felt like he had done something gravely wrong, but he didn't know why.

"No, I'm okay…must have been Denzel I was thinking of, really." Squall said blankly…and he would never forget the hurt look in the Blonde's emerald eyes, or the way he turned around and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him to stare at his back and Caine to sigh and follow him out.

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Aren't you cold Squall!

/Squall/ it's for his own good...he doesn't know anything about him

/Seifer...actually sniffling and sobbing/ he hates me! i didn't mean it i swear! i wouldn't have done it if i had a mind of my own Squall! i swear it's This stupid writer's fault...

/Squall/ yeah, you're fuckin right...why do i have to suffer!

ahem ahem...i think i gotta go...(sneaking away so as to not get beaten up by the lovebirds)