Chapter 6- love

A week had passed since Seifer had read the passage in Sephiroth's "secret" journal. Since it was hard to ignore a person he was confined to a house with, things were more than awkward for Seifer.

He had been convincing himself all week long to confess his feelings toward Sephiroth, but he didn't want to have a gauche, uncomfortable moment of silence that was inevitable with that sort of situation. So he decided to show, rather than tell his feelings for the older man.

Sephiroth sat perched on the couch in his nightclothes. It was late but both men were nocturnal at times. Seifer stood in the shadow, watching the other man with subdued interest. He shook off the fear that had accompanied him for the past week.

Sephiroth looked up as Seifer walked towards him. He furrowed his brow in confusion, as Seifer got closer. Then, as he had practiced in his mind a thousand times, Seifer lifted Sephiroth's chin gently with his hand and engulfed the other man's mouth in a long, passionate kiss. The kiss lasted a minute as Seifer lowered his body against Sephiroth's, pressing himself against the strong frame of his new lover.

As was expected, Sephiroth took over. He drew Seifer up and they walked to his bedroom while clinging unremittingly to each other. Once in the room, Sephiroth pushed the younger man onto the bed with a ferociousness that made Seifer gasp in shock and amusement. Sephiroth lowered himself onto his inexperienced companion, lavishing in the body heat that emanated from his hard body.

"Do you know how long I've wanted this?" He breathed into Seifer's ear. Seifer closed his eyes, still recuperating from the exhilarating rush of intimacy.

"How long." Seifer asked in a pant as Sephiroth worked his shirt up over his head and started to unbutton the jeans that hugged Seifer's waist. Seifer reached up and began to remove Sephiroth's own shirt with trembling hands.

"Shut up," Sephiroth whispered. Seifer stared up into the azure eyes of his lover and saw undying, perpetual affection. He felt more complete than he ever had before. Sephiroth then caught Seifer's lips in another powerful kiss that seemed to last deep into their love making.

For a moment, Seifer was sure that he was in heaven. His body reached a sexual forte as Sephiroth collapsed against his chest, heaving as he came down from his climax. Sephiroth arched his body, gasping the blankets around him in his fists.

When Seifer was completely spent and Sephiroth was out of stamina as well, they lay in each other's arms. "I love you." Sephiroth said, "I always have."

"I know," Seifer mumbled, "I love you too."

"I never thought you would fall for me."

"Well I did, at first I was afraid of you." Seifer said, playing with his lover's hair.

Sephiroth snorted, "No shit, Sherlock."

"And then I was strangely attracted to you." Seifer chuckled, "Why would you ever think I was in love with Squall though? I mean, yuck!"

Sephiroth sat up and stared down at the boyish man beside him, "I never told you that!" he accused.

"Oh well. I." Seifer suddenly found the wall very interesting.

Sephiroth was stuck somewhere between shocked and horrified. All he could do was stutter.

"Look," Seifer said grabbing Sephiroth by the shoulders, "If I hadn't read it, I never would have found the courage to confront you."

Sephiroth gave Seifer an angry look. "How much did you read? When?"

"Only one page," Seifer spoke softly and guiltily, "While you were in the shower."

Seifer stared down at his hands that were wringing in his lap. Sephiroth looked at him with an angry but pitying look. "Look, just don't do that." Sephiroth cooed, "It's a very private journal. I don't mind that one time if it brought us together." Sephiroth was taken by surprise as Seifer hurled himself at the older man knocking him over in a hug that turned into a much more intimate thing as the night continued.