by NightsDawne
[Yes, yes, it's another Cupid's Trio story, but you didn't really think it was going to end, did you? What happens when Squall and his boyfriends decide to spend the holidays with Squall's dad? And what happens when there's a cute little toddler along to complicate things? Veddy's baaaack! Disclaimer: None of them are mine except Veddy, they're all Squaresoft's.]
Cupid's Trio Stories:
Ride 'Em Cowboy
Red Hot Luvin'
Weekend Getaway
Chapter 1: Getting There Is Half The Battle
Squall looked over at Seifer. "You have the tickets, right?"
"Yes, dumbass. I haven't managed to lose them since you asked me five fucking minutes ago."
"I just want to make sure." Squall frowned, putting his hand on his hip. "This is the last train out tonight. I don't want us to have to wait until tomorrow."
"Do you want to hold the Goddamn tickets?" Seifer crossed his arms.
"No, then you'd be bitching about wanting to have them back."
"Who's the one bitching, Squall? Besides, I don't bitch. I point out who's the more responsible one between us."
Squall rolled his eyes. "Right, you, responsible."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Seifer turned his back to the train pulling into the station.
"I'm the one earning all the money you spend, sweetheart."
"The hell are you implying, that you're my sugar daddy?!" Seifer grabbed Squall, yanking him forward to trip over Seifer's duffel bag on the platform. "Let's get one thing straight, sweetheart, I am not your whore."
Squall pushed away from Seifer. "I never said that! God, you always twist my words around!"
"That's because you never do anything but bitch!"
"Darlin's, are you gonna fight all night or are you gonna get on the train?" Seifer and Squall turned to see Irvine leaning out of the window of the newly arrived train from Deling City. "I swear, I can't leave y'all alone for six hours without ya gettin' homicidal on each other."
"He started it." Seifer grabbed his duffel and walked to the edge of the platform, making his way onto the train. Squall threw his hands up in exasperation and picked up his suitcase, following in sullen silence, his eyes boring into Seifer's back as they walked back to the SeeD private car. Seifer slid the tickets through the card slot, then kicked open the door, tossing his duffel to the side as he strode over to give Irvine a kiss. Irvine started for a moment as he was grabbed, then laughed against Seifer's lips, sliding his arms around his neck. Squall narrowed his eyes, clenching his teeth as he put his suitcase in the luggage compartment, then picked up the duffel bag to put it away.
"Missed you two." Irvine looked over to Squall. "Don't I get a kiss, darlin'?"
Squall slammed the compartment shut and walked over, pushing Seifer out of the way to wrap his arms around Irvine, pressing his body to his tightly as he kissed his lover deeply, slowly relaxing as Irvine's arms embraced him. Irvine pulled his head back, blinking. "Wow. More used ta greetin's like that from Seif."
"Don't leave us alone again? He's such an ass when you're not there." Squall dropped his head against Irvine's shoulder. Irvine looked at Seifer questioningly.
Seifer rolled his eyes. "I'm an ass. He bitches for six fucking hours straight, nags me constantly, and I'm the ass." Irvine raised a brow, tilting his head forward to look up at the blond from under the brim of his hat. "No, don't give me that look. He should get down on his knees and thank me for not kicking his ass." Irvine pursed his lips, continuing to look at Seifer. The muscular cadet groaned, closing his eyes in defeat. "C'mere, Squall."
Squall turned his stormy eyes on Seifer. "Why?"
Seifer's eyes snapped open. "Fuck Ifrit with a flagpole, will you get your ass over here?!"
Squall stiffened, but let go of Irvine to face Seifer. Seifer slid his arms gently around the tense brunette, pulling him to him slowly and dropping his head down to give him a tender kiss. Squall flinched in resistance, then started to melt in Seifer's arms, his hand sliding behind the taller man's neck. Irvine grinned as Squall dropped his head to sigh against Seifer's shirt, Seifer nuzzling his hair. "Great, apologies accepted on both sides."
"Seeeeefff!" A small auburn-haired head emerged from the blankets of the bunk behind Irvine, the toddler with a serious case of bedhead grinning happily. Irvine turned around to scoop up his son and give him a bounce.
"Did your Uncle Seifer and Uncle Squall wake you up with their squabblin', lil bronco?"
Seifer feigned irritation. "His diaper dry?"
Irvine checked. "Yup."
Seifer held his arms out. "Okay, c'mon, brat. You want your Seif you got him." Irvine laughed and handed the beaming little boy over.
Squall sighed, leaning against Irvine. "He's got a name, Seifer. Veddy, not brat."
Irvine draped his arms around Squall's waist. "He's just fakin' it, darlin'. You know manly Seifer can't possibly be nuts over a kid, even if he's cute, and happy, and he's the only one he calls by name."
Seifer shot him a look as he sat down to give Veddy a ride on his knee. "The kid's just got good taste."
"Don't get him all riled up, gorgeous. I just got him ta sleep a few minutes before the train pulled into the station. You get him all worked up playin' and he'll never lay back down."
Squall held his hands out for Veddy. "I'll get him to sleep." He sighed as Seifer frowned at him. "You and Irvine go ahead and get in bed. I know you want to anyway."
Seifer looked to Irvine and grinned slowly, holding Veddy up so Squall could take him, then climbed up to the top bunk, his pants dropping down to the floor a moment later. Irvine chuckled and followed him up. "Get him ta sleep quick, darlin'. I don't think Seif can hold out against them primal instincts of his much longer."
Squall sighed, sitting down and tucking Veddy back in his bunk. "Your Uncle Seifer is a horny sex addict, Veddy," he whispered. He ignored the noises of light foreplay above them, singing a lullaby in hopes it would destroy the mood or at least delay it until Veddy was asleep.
Laguna pulled his hair back into a sloppy ponytail, searching the drive for the arrival of his son and both his boyfriends. He was still rather lost about how to deal with this whole situation. His son was gay. That was enough to deal with. He was slowly getting used to the idea. After all, what, ten percent of parents dealt with it, something like that, right? Okay, make a few adjustments, buy a rainbow flag, he'd get on the bandwagon and support his son. Two boyfriends, though. His mind ground slowly to a halt and made an embarrassing refusal to be that liberal. He wanted Squall to be happy, yes, but His and His becoming His and His and His was getting a bit excessive. Then there was the fact that one of those His-es was a father. Not that it wasn't something one would expect from Irvine. He'd spent a couple of hard working years building up a reputation as the last guy who'd have time to sleep with men. Oh well, at least he didn't have to mourn a lack of grandchildren in his future. He bent down and rubbed the back of his calf, feeling a long series of cramps coming home for the holidays.
"We got the crib put together." Kiros closed the front door behind him and walked over to join his friend. "Ward is only slightly better than you at following directions, it turns out. When I walked in it was a serious threat that Veddy would be sleeping at a thirty degree angle."
"Don't know what I'd do without you, Kiros." Laguna flashed a nervous smile. "Wish they'd get here already. They're late."
Kiros consulted his watch. "By two minutes. Will you relax?"
Laguna looked at his wrist. "Two hours and fifteen minutes, you mean."
Kiros furrowed his brow, then pulled Laguna's wrist up to get a look at his watch. "You forgot to wind it. The date is three days ago."
Laguna blinked and looked at the dial, then grinned sheepishly. "No wonder it's always been lunchtime lately."
"You've been a total basketcase since Squall called you up and asked if they could stay here over winter festival, Laguna. Relax, it's a good thing, remember?"
Laguna scratched his hair, pulling half the front loose from the ponytail. "Yeah, I know. Kind of caught me off guard. He always acted like he hated me."
Kiros patted Laguna on the shoulder. "I'm sure Irvine and Seifer are a good influence on him. ... Well, Irvine at least. ... Okay, maybe it's just a sudden random switch in attitude." Both men looked up as a red rental sportscar swerved into the drive, narrowly missing the juniper trees on either side, then revved up towards them, screeching to a halt at the last minute. Seifer was at the wheel but was turned behind him, his head bobbing slightly in emphatic emotion and one hand waving angrily at the person in the back seat, who was Squall, yelling something back just as pointedly. Irvine's black hat was slowly banging itself against the dashboard. Kiros grinned. "They're here."
Seifer opened the driver door, climbing out. "It's a fucking speeding ticket, Squall, get over it!"
Squall pulled himself out, scowling. "A speeding ticket I'm going to have to pay for!" He turned back to lean into the car and free Veddy from his carseat.
"Your Goddamned father is the fucking president of the place, dumbass!" Seifer gestured toward Laguna in frustration. "I'm sure he can fix it! ... Hi, Laguna, Hi, Kiros."
Laguna waved, smiling reflexively. "Hi, Seifer. Hi, son."
Squall stood up again, Veddy in his arms. "I'm not asking him to pay for your bad driving."
"That's because you're afraid to ask him for anything, might mean you're RELATED!"
"I don't need his favors!" Squall turned and stormed past Laguna into the house without even acknowledging him. Laguna's smile faded slowly into a sigh and he stuck his hands in his pockets.
"... Well, at least he's on the same property, it's a start." Kiros gave Laguna an encouraging smile and went to help Seifer with the luggage.
Laguna smiled half-heartedly and walked over to the passenger door as Irvine got out. "Hi, Irvine. How's it going?"
Irvine rubbed his temple. "Ya know what's a good point in favor of women, Laguna? They only get PMS once a month."
"Well, Seifer and Squall have always been a little... "
Irvine nodded. "Yeah, I know. Look, I'm sorry, Laguna. Don't take Squall real personal right now, he's in a bad mood. I'm sure a little restin' and relaxin'll put him back to his usual self."
Laguna offered a nod. "I'll take care of the speeding ticket. It's not a big deal, really. Wish Ellone could have been here, but she really wants to catch up on that psychology degree of hers."
Irvine grinned, draping a friendly arm around the older man's shoulders. "Woulda been nice spendin' more time with her, but it'll be kinda cool just havin' a holiday with the guys." He looked up to where Seifer and Kiros were carrying everything into the house. "Let's get inside. I want ya ta meet Veddy."
