Chapter Five
He watched as the lithe brunette entered the smoky club on the arm of a tall blond female, taller than him. Fleetingly he wondered what she was to him, but then some sixth sense told him they were just friends, if even that. The boy led the blond onto the dance floor and the two started moving to the music, writhing up against each other, grinding, and holding onto each other. It was a dance into itself, sexy and breathless. He had to grin; Squall was still the best dancer he'd ever seen.
He continued watching the dancing couple, Squall in his leather pants and silver shirt and the blonde in a pale peach outfit. The colour suited her complexion perfectly and once again he admired Squall's taste, he'd always had the talent of picking the most attractive. The blond girl laughed and left the dance floor lightly kissing Squall on the cheek, he had the pleasure of watching Squall turn a bright red; he'd never done that in his presence. The tall blond went up to the bar and another blond asked Squall to dance, this time a short blond with a black tribal tattoo on his face. Now this boy was simply beautiful, not as beautiful as his Squall, but then no one was as beautiful as his Squall.
Squall felt the eyes on him, those eyes that had haunted his dreams for the last year, which always glared retribution at him; those intense brown eyes that didn't show any emotion. No guilt or regret for what he'd done. Nothing. Squall hated those eyes. He was trying to dance with Zell but he couldn't, he kept feeling those eyes. He slowly looked around the room, no one was watching him, but he could still feel those eyes. Those eyes scared him, made him want to scream in fear and anger. How could they do this to him, he'd thought he'd finally outrun those eyes, but no that was too much to hope for. He continued to scan the room, still no one watching him.
"Squall?" The small blond asked quietly, paling at the look of fear on the brunette's face, Zell didn't think that Squall was afraid of anything, "Are you alright?"
Squall looked down at the blond and smiled a small smile but still a smile, "I'm fine." Squall assured him before once again dragging the blond back onto the dance floor.
"Come on, dance with me Zell. It's Valentine's night, we should be having fun." Squall whispered into the cute blonde's ear.
Irvine entered the club; he was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a violet, silk shirt that set off his eyes perfectly. He glanced around and spotted Squall dancing with Zell, but there was something slightly off with Squall this evening, he watched as Squall's head turned around the club. What was he looking for? Irvine started forward and stopped before the dancing couple. A slow song had just come on, Irvine smiled, pleased. Obviously the gods were smiling in his favor this eve.
"May I have this dance?" He asked Squall gallantly, violet eyes sparkling in barely concealed desire. Squall silently nodded his head, still looking in Irvine's eyes and slowly reached out to take the cowboy's offered hand. The two boys, still looking deeply into each other's eyes and Squall wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck; they began to slowly move to the music. Irvine with his arms around Squall's frail waist and Squall holding him close.
He watched Squall dance with the tall boy. He was very good looking, that same sixth sense from before told him that this time, this was the boy Squall had given his heart too. He could feel the electricity between them from where he was standing and yet again he felt that same uncontrollable jealousy he hadn't felt since Squall had dated that Galbadian Princess. He felt the killing rage encompass him from head to toe. He felt his face flush and his fists shake. How dare Squall do this to him again, Squall was his, no one else's but his. He let his eyes narrow and he let the red rise in front of his eyes. It wasn't only his fists shaking now it was his whole body.
"H…hey." A tall blond slurred in front of him. He slowly turned and let an icy smile cross his features.
"Yes?" He asked pleasantly, coolly.
"What's your name?"
"Does it matter?" He asked.
"Not really, what's wrong. You look like you're about to kill someone."
"Maybe I am. What's you're name?"
"I'm Seifer Almasy."
"Seifer, hey? That's a lovely name. Would you like to accompany me home?" He asked coolly, he needed to get rid of this frustration before he did something drastic. He watched the blond study him. He knew he was attractive, a sharply defined face, soft, glossy, red hair and cool brown eyes. He was tall and incredibly muscular.
"Yeah, why not." Seifer slurred yet again, getting up off the seat and leading the stranger out of the club.
He entered the blonde's apartment. It was nice, but empty. There was a pile of dirty laundry over in the corner and some dirty dishes in the sink.
"So where's your bedroom?" He asked the boy, still studying the apartment.
"Right through here," Seifer told him, leading him through. The bedroom wasn't much different from the rest of the flat. A large, four-poster bed was set up in the corner, there was a huge sound system against the wall and more dirty washing on the floor.
"You're not very tidy are you?" He asked quietly.
"Not really, what's the use when I'm here all alone." Seifer shrugged beginning to strip himself. He watched with a raised eyebrow and placed a hand on the tall boy's chest.
"Just what are you doing?" He asked coolly.
"Well you want sex don't you?" Seifer asked just as coolly.
"You will not do anything without my express permission got it?" He ordered in a hard tone. Cruelty rising in his brown eyes.
"I don't submit to anyone." Seifer warned angrily, rushing to get his cloth's back on.
"Good," he breathed, "I was hoping for a little resistance."
Seifer looked at the stranger angrily, he was fully sober now. He glared at the red head and moved away quickly, "leave," He ordered quietly.
"No I don't think so Seifer. You wanted me to accompany you. Now you're going to get what you asked for." He smirked violently ripping the blonde's cloths off and pushing him onto the bed.
"I said no." Seifer struggled.
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Squall was dancing with Irvine when he stopped feeling the eyes, he'd never felt happier, instead of looking up to see where the eyes had gone he just moved in closer to Irvine and buried his head in the curve of Irvine's neck. The two boys continued dancing, ignoring the lingering looks of envy from men and women alike.
"Hey what's with the sudden change in attitude?" Irvine asked mischievously, tightening his arms around Squall's waist.
"No reason," he mumbled, pulling away from Irvine as Irvine's voice brought him back to the present.
"There's got to be a reason." Irvine insisted.
"Well there is," Squall snapped back strolling off the dance floor, he'd forgotten where he was for a moment there and he didn't like doing that, what if he'd been wrong and HE hadn't left yet? He didn't know what he'd do if anything happened to Irvine. He then left the club, leaving Irvine standing there with his mouth gaping wide open as he ran out. He couldn't afford to feel anything for Irvine, or something would happen to him, just like bad thing's had happened to Rinoa, his father and his mother a year ago.