Prequel to Star Light
+ By Julie
+ rated NC-17 for explicit sexual scenes
+ yaoi content. Male/male having sex, getting each other off
+ Parings: Squall/Seifer
+ Disclaimer: I do own Zell but its just a cute toy chicken. Otherwise, I don't own any of the characters or anything else... *le sigh*
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+ Chapter 6: Griever +~***~
Squall sat next to Seifer on the couch at Vanessa's home. Vanessa was a friend of Thoran's, and a lesbian. 17 years old, living with her girlfriend in their own apartment.
After leaving the football game, the group had gone over to hang at Vanessa's place. Blood Kiss was use to staying up until 4 in the morning a lot of the time, their gigs playing until early in the morning. So the boys hadn't been anywhere near ready to head in for the night after leaving the football stadium.
Seifer's arm was wrapped around Squall's shoulders, sighing. "It's fucking bullshit," he said to the group.
Vanessa, sitting in a large chair, shrugged. "I don't get it, Sei," she said to him. "Gloria and I got this apartment, yet you can't get one?"
Gloria, Vanessa's girlfriend, was sitting on the large arm of the chair Vanessa was seated in. "We don't really make that much more money then you, either."
Seifer took his arm from Squall, leaning forward to rest both his arms on his thighs. "They seem to think that being in Blood Kiss isn't a job. I'm just a fucking 16 year old loser. Not even worth the chance."
"How's the home life?" Vanessa asked, raising her eyebrows hopeful at Seifer but not expecting much.
Seifer shook his head. "I'm near ready to beat the shit out of my old man. I can't fucking stand the asshole."
Squall had been halfway paying attention to the conversation. And the questions about Seifer's situation at home caught Squall's attention. Seifer never spoke about his family. Squall's never even thought about it. Yet Seifer had just said how he hates his father.
"You seriously have got to get out of that place," Vanessa said, frowning over at Seifer.
Seifer grumbled under his breath, moving to pull out a pack of cigarettes.
"Man, I fucking got out of my house!" Gloria said, sneering. "Family. Assholes, that's what they are. It shouldn't even be called family anymore. It should be just the assholes."
Thoran half smirked at Gloria.
Gloria shot a hard glance over at the guitar player before shaking her head.
"So, wha' the fuck?" Hazen grumbled, moving from the kitchen area out to the living room. "We jus gonna be bitchin' all night?" He cracked open the beer can he was carrying, flopping heavily into the loveseat sofa.
"Maybe!" Vanessa snapped over at him.
"What time are we performing tomorrow?" Victor asked, directing the conversation somewhere else.
"Gotta be down at Hollow Life at 6:15 tomorrow evening," Thoran answered.
"Are you staying over?" Vanessa asked, watching Hazen drown himself in the beer.
"Why, Ness? You looking for a different kinda action?" Thoran smirked at her.
Vanessa glared over at him. "Seeing as Seifer and Hazen are the only ones who can drive, I don't know how safe it is for you all to be drinking yourselves stupid."
Thoran frowned at Gregory, who was leaning in the doorway of the kitchen. "Greg can drive."
Gregory shook his head. "Got it suspended this week."
"What?" Seifer said, sneering in amusement. "The fuck that happen?"
Gregory pushed off the wall, standing straight. "Too many tickets."
"Shit!" Hazen said, frowning. He cradled the empty beer can in his hand. "Ya jus got your license."
Gregory shrugged.
"So are you guys staying or what?" Vanessa asked.
"How'd you know Greg didn't have his license anymore?" Thoran asked.
"Like he'd let one of you assholes drive if he could," Vanessa mumbled.
Seifer smirked. "I'm not bad."
Vanessa shot a glance at Seifer, then nodded. "Yeah, well. You and Greg. Thoran and Victor can't pass the test. And Hazen, I can't believe he has his license."
"You blow the instructor or something?" Gloria asked.
"Ew, man," Hazen said, shaking his head. "That's jus wrong."
Everyone was laughing at the bass player.
"You guys have no food," Gregory mumbled, shifting his stance.
"Is that why you're hovering in my kitchen?" Vanessa asked.
Gregory nodded. "Starving and you've no food!"
"There is fruit in the fridge," Vanessa growled.
"Ew!" Hazen said, sneering.
"What's wrong with fruit?" Vanessa asked, frowning.
"No cookies or chips or anything?" Thoran asked, pushing up from his chair to go look in the kitchen.
"No, we don't eat that crap," Gloria growled.
"You know, we're so not staying here!" Thoran sneered. "You two fucking suck."
"Oh, you just wish you had a girlfriend," Gloria snapped. "Then maybe you could suck clit too."
"Gloria," Vanessa said, eyeing her girlfriend.
"Only fucking lesbians we know and we're hanging out with them?" Gregory asked.
Seifer turned his attention from the conversation to half-listen as he looked at Squall. The brunette boy sure knew how to make a room forget he was there.
Squall sat, looking as bored as ever. His face was blank of expression. Then Seifer noticed Squall's eyes beginning to close. They quickly opened, looking at nothing in particular.
Seifer smiled, shifting to sit closer to Squall.
Squall looked up to Seifer, watching with his stoic mask as Seifer pressed closely to him, thick arm wrapping over Squall's shoulders. Squall took a moment before he realized Seifer meant for him to cuddle.
Squall turned his body to Seifer then pushed close to him, closing his eyes.
Seifer pulled Squall tightly to him, resting his cheek against Squall's forehead. Squall didn't melt into Seifer's embrace, but he did press himself against the large blonde. He felt comfortable in Seifer's arms. Better then his bed at home. It was cold in his bed. Abandoned. Like his room. Like everything in Squall's life.
Broken and derelict. Squall's life was. He was always alone. Not that he minded or cared. He didn't think about being alone. And he preferred his solitude to the company of his father or sister. Those were the only two people Squall ever bothered even looking at most of the time. Yet, sitting there in Seifer's arms, Squall wouldn't ask to go back to his abandoned room. He'd stay out all night with Seifer. All weekend. His family probably wouldn't even notice him missing.
Seifer looked up from watching Squall to look back to the conversation.
"Seifer's gay!" Gloria said, turning the conversation to the blonde and brunette couple. "Look!" She pointed to Seifer and Squall, and the way they were cuddle. "So don't bitch about my being a dyke."
"I was just saying," Victor started, but the look on Gloria's face stopped him.
"Why the hell are we hanging out with the few gay people we know?" Thoran asked, frowning. "I mean, I'd like to hang out with a girl that's interested in me. Not some dyke that's competition for me."
Gregory and Seifer laughed softly at Thoran.
Hazen sighed, leaning back in the couch. "Fuckin' tired."
"You're drinking too much," Victor replied.
"We kickin' it here?" Hazen asked, moving a hand to rub his eyes.
"Yeah sure, Hazy," Vanessa said. "Go ahead and crash."
Hazen nodded then leaned his head back and closing his eyes. The empty beer can was clutched in his hand.
"Damn, you're a dumbass bitch," Thoran said to Hazen, frowning. "It's like 1 in the morning. And you're fucking going to sleep?"
Hazen lifted his empty hand to flip Thoran off, not bothering with anything else.
"Sei, your toy staying over too?" Gregory asked, crossing his arms. He still stood near the doorway to the kitchen.
Seifer looked down to Squall, who's eyes were closed. He looked asleep. Turning up, Seifer raised his eyebrows. "I guess so."
"Oh God, he can't sleep in that," Vanessa said, frowning at Squall's leather clothes. "He's gonna cook."
"Believe me," Gloria said softly. "Leather is way too hot to sleep in. And he hadn't even taken his coat off."
"I'm not going to strip him, he's sleeping," Seifer growled.
"Wake him up, then you can toss him into the bed in the guest room," Vanessa said, standing up. "I'll give him something else to wear. I'm sure I still have some of my brother's clothes."
Hazen lifted his head. "Hey!"
Vanessa sneered at him. "You're sleeping on the floor or the couch."
"Why're you nice to Mr. Rich-Kid?" Thoran asked. "You don't know him."
"He's Seifer's toy," Vanessa growled at Thoran. "Frankly, I think Seifer and anyone he's dating should sleep where no one is going to see them."
Seifer smirked, knowing exactly what Vanessa meant.
Vanessa turned to glare at Seifer. "And just because I'm giving you a bed doesn't mean you can get my clean sheets dirty."
Seifer opened his mouth in fake resentment.
"Oh knock it off and give me your boy," Vanessa grumbled.
"How come you're giving him clothes? What's with you, Ness?" Thoran asked.
"If he hangs around you assholes, he deserves a little sweet attention," Vanessa growled. "Hyne knows what you've done to the poor kid."
"He's Seifer's!" Gregory defended. "Seifer wouldn't let us do anything to him."
"Hyne knows what Seifer's done to the poor kid," Gloria mumbled softly.
Seifer turned to glare at her. "Fuck you, Gloria."
Gloria smirked at him.
Vanessa walked over and held her hand out, meaning for Seifer to wake Squall up.
Seifer sighed, looking down to Squall. "Squall?"
Squall opened his eyes, not even asleep. He pushed up from Seifer, looking to Vanessa.
Vanessa smiled, ignoring the comments from Thoran and Gregory as she took Squall's hand.
Vanessa sighed, standing tall from looking around in her dresser drawer. Turning to Squall, she raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not trying to say anything," Vanessa stated, holding a pajama set. "But this is all I have, Squall."
Squall looked down to his hands as Vanessa gave him the pajamas Dark blue with bright blue glitters. Girl's, definitely. Pants with spaghetti-strap top.
Looking up from glaring at the pajama's, Squall frowned.
Vanessa shrugged. "You don't have to wear them. Believe me, the guy's will make fun of you. I know. But the AC is broken, and it's hot enough. So if you're sleeping here, you're going to either sleep in that," she motioned to his leather outfit. "sleep in your boxers, or wear my PJs."
Squall turned to look down at the pajamas again. Leather clothing would keep Squall up all night. And one thing Squall preferred to do more then anything else was sleep. Last thing he needed to do was be awake all night.
And being hot while you sleep induces nightmares. Squall wasn't afraid of that, nor did he really cared about them. Except that when he had nightmares, they were of his mother. Her dead body in a casket, her zombied face speaking to him. Last thing Squall needed to do was freak out the first night he slept over with Seifer.
The boxer option wasn't available to Squall, since he didn't wear them. Tight leather wasn't comfortable for Squall with that sort of thing. So he just wore the leather pants, nothing underneath. And he wasn't going to sleep naked with Seifer. Well, he would, but there were other people here. He didn't care, but Seifer would. And that mattered to Squall.
Surprisingly, it mattered.
"Yes, no?" Vanessa asked, sneering at the clothes herself.
Squall turned up from the pajamas to look at Vanessa. He nodded at her. Fuck, he'd wear the damned girl pajamas.
Vanessa smirked, amused that the boy was going to put her clothes on. It was surprising that the quiet boy, the rich kid to just shrugged and put the pajamas on.
"I'll leave you to change," Vanessa said, trying not to laugh as she walked out of the room.
Squall paused to glare at the girl's back as she left. It's not like he cared about the girl's clothes. He was going to wear them after all. But he couldn't help but realize that he was the only one changing into pajamas. And Seifer didn't have clothes to change into. Not like the blonde would wear Vanessa's clothing. First off, Seifer wouldn't fit. Second off, Seifer wasn't like that. From what Squall's seen about the boy.
Squall wasn't like that either. He wasn't feminine. And he didn't cross dress. Aside from his sister's t-tops when he slept. But that wasn't bad. Squall didn't put it on for kicks. And he certainly didn't get off on it. He just slept like that. And putting on Vanessa's pajamas, well Squall didn't give a fuck. It didn't matter.
Let the guys laugh at him. Give them something to entertain themselves with. Squall just decided this was the best option. His image to society didn't matter. Fuck people who didn't like him dressed in girl's clothes. He knew who and what he was. And what he liked. If someone didn't like him in girl's pajama's to sleep, then they could go fuck themselves.
"Where is he?" Seifer asked, watching Vanessa walk back into the living room.
She flopped back into her chair, Gloria still sitting on the arm of the chair.
Vanessa blushed, sneering while looking slightly afraid. "Don't get mad at me, Seifer."
Seifer raised his eyebrows. "What'd you do to him?"
Vanessa smirked, still sneering. "Wait and see."
"What did you give him to wear?" Victor asked, frowning.
"One better!" Thoran said quickly. "What did he agree to wear?"
Gregory and Thoran laughed together. Hazen was half-asleep on the couch. Gloria smirked down at Vanessa, who was watching Seifer with a worried expression.
Seifer frowned at the girl, wondering exactly what she'd done to Squall. And what Squall was going to come out wearing.
"Well, after he comes out - cause I want to see this - let's go to the store," Gregory said. "Fucking starving!"
"Me too," Thoran agreed. "Let's go to like an all night supermarket."
"Red Giant is open all night," Gregory said, nodding to Thoran.
"Fuck," Seifer growled to the two. "I've got to drive you assholes, don't I?"
Gregory nodded.
Thoran started to say something but he stopped when Squall walked into the room. "Squall!"
Seifer turned and his eyes immediately widened at the sight of his boyfriend dressed in girl pajamas. "Squall?"
"Damn. He looked better then you in those, Vanessa," Gloria said, smirking.
Vanessa smacked her girlfriend lightly.
"You're a cross dresser?!" Thoran said, eyes wide.
Squall crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head no. Everyone, including Hazen who'd looked up from his sleepy daze, was staring at him.
Squall's expression turned from its normal stoic state into a harsh glare.
"Why are you dressed like that?" Seifer said, raising his eyebrows at Squall.
Squall turned his glare to direct it at Seifer.
"You a fairy?" Victor asked. "Didn't picture you as one."
Squall's eyes turned to Victor, the singer immediately wishing he'd kept that to himself
"You look really pissed, Squall," Gregory stated.
"You don't have to stay in those, Squall," Seifer said, smirking in amusement.
Squall let his glaring expression fad when he looked back at his boyfriend. "Already... wearing..." Squall wasn't really able to think of much else to say to defend himself. Actually he wasn't going to even attempt to defend himself, it didn't matter. Which is why he'd just put the clothes on.
Squall shifted, straightening the shirt before looking through his eyelashes to Seifer.
"Okay, well as interesting as this is..." Gregory said. "I'm starving! Seifer, we leaving to get food or what?"
Seifer sighed, pushing off the couch. "Fine you prick." Seifer looked over to Squall. He opened his mouth as if to speak but then closed it quickly. Frowning, Seifer looked Squall over.
"What?" Vanessa said, wondering why Seifer was looking at Squall like that again.
Seifer quickly glanced to Vanessa before looking back to Squall. Seifer shrugged then asked "You gonna come with me?"
"Man!" Thoran grumble. "I don't want to wait for Squall to change back into those leather clothes! I'm running on empty."
"He can go like that," Gregory said with a sigh, crossing his arms.
Seifer raised his eyebrows at Squall. "Well, you coming sweetheart?"
Squall breathed a moment, then looked down at himself. After a short study of the clothes, Squall looked up to Seifer once more. "Jacket, shoes," he said then turned away to go get those articles of clothing.
"He's really articulate," Vanessa mused to herself, a small smile on her lips.
"Mr. Griever is actually going out like that?" Gloria said, raising her eyes at Seifer.
"Griever?" Thoran repeated the name.
Gloria nodded. "Dressed in black clothing, never saying anything, always that far-away look in his eyes. Then his charming personality. It's like he's grieving." She shrugged.
"Griever," Thoran said again, this time saying the name to himself, as though he were testing the name.
"It fits!" Hazen said, sitting up in his chair.
Seifer smirked, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't be mean to him. I'd really have to beat the shit out of any of you."
Squall walked out from the bedroom, his jacket and boots on. Though his boots hadn't been laced up, just pulled tight with the laces stuffed into the boot.
"You really going out like that, Griever?" Gloria said with a smirk.
"Gloria!" Seifer grumbled through his teeth.
Squall gave Gloria a confused look momentarily then frowned at her.
"It's a cool name, Squall!" Thoran said. "I'm gonna call you it."
Squall turned to look at Thoran. Then Squall pushed his hands into his jacket pocket, waiting for Seifer to lead the way to the door.
"You think these people have never seen teenagers before," Gregory said, following Seifer and Squall in the supermarket.
Squall was dressed in the pjs, boots, and his leather jacket. And Squall's hand was in Seifer's.
"Yeah!" Thoran agreed. "Adult freaks."
Seifer shot a glare back to his two friends. "Knock it off!" he snapped.
Thoran laughed, covering his mouth to muffle the noise. Gregory smiled.
The four boys passed by one of the late-night workers in the supermarket. The man was about 45 years old, sneering a disgusted look at Seifer and Squall.
Seifer was about to snap a very inappropriate comment to the man, but a shout from in back of the group stopped Seifer.
"Damn, Seif!" a boy's voice said. Seifer knew the voice to belong to a guy named Jeff.
The four stopped, turning to see Jeff in a work-uniform. He obviously worked here at the Red Giant groceries store.
"That's the toy you dumped Bret for?" Jeff said, walking to his school-mates.
Seifer nodded. "This is Squ-"
"Griever," Thoran interrupted.
"Griever?" Jeff said, raising his eyebrows.
Thoran nodded.
"That's-" Seifer started, but Squall's hand slipped out of his.
Seifer turned to his boyfriend, seeing Squall's eyes had averted the bored look down the isle.
"Sweetheart?" Seifer said, touching Squall's arm.
Squall slowly turned his gaze back to Seifer, waiting for Seifer to say something.
"What?" Seifer said, frowning now.
Squall blinked, not even bothering a shrug.
"What is he wearing?" Jeff asked.
"Squall likes to crossdress," Thoran said with a nod.
Seifer didn't even have time to defend Squall.
"Thoran," Squall said softly. But his voice caused Thoran to jump.
Thoran looked at Squall, frowning in concern. "Um... okay... eh." Thoran looked to Jeff. "Griever just doesn't care what people think about him. Those are the clothes he's wearing to sleep in tonight cause we're sleeping over at Ness's place."
"They're Nessa's pjs," Gregory confirmed.
Jeff looked to Squall, expecting to see a blush or a glare or something. But Squall's expression was blank. His eyes had again looked away from the group, concentrating down the isle once more.
And before anyone could say anything else, Squall turned and walked down the isle.
"What's wrong with him?" Jeff asked, watching Squall walk away.
"Nothing's wrong with him!" Seifer snapped.
Jeff jumped, looking to the large blonde that was glaring at him. "Man, I'm sorry. Your boy is just... well... um... He seems cool."
"He's weird," Thoran said what Jeff wouldn't.
Seifer sighed, looking after Squall. He wasn't about to argue with his friends over it. Squall had just walked away like that. What was Squall doing?
Seifer looked back to Jeff. "So what the fuck are you doing working here so late?"
"Mom kicked me out of the house," Jeff said with a sigh. "Need the extra money to stay alive."
"You get accepted into an apartment complex?" Seifer asked, sincerely interested into knowing that. Seifer was looking for apartments himself.
"Just one down on 4th street," Jeff said. "Shit-hole, really."
"Damn it," Seifer growled.
Gregory wandered down the same isle Squall had disappeared in.
Seifer and Thoran frowned, but both shrugged it off.
"Parents still being fuckers?" Jeff asked Seifer.
Seifer nodded. "I don't even want to think about those pricks. Fucking wish they'd just die."