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* Oh! I also own a Griever necklace now! *is proud*
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+ Chapter 9: Don't Wish - It's already True +~***~
Squall was asleep in Seifer's arms. They sat in the backseat of Gregory's Ford Taurus - Gregory was driving, even though his license was suspended. Hazen was driving Seifer's truck back to meet up at Seifer's (parent's) house.
Seifer had been carrying the sleeping Squall from the club, and Hazen volunteered to drive Seifer's truck for him. Hazen had his dirt-bike, so he could just tie it to the back of the truck.
Thoran sat behind the driver's seat, behind Gregory. Victor was back in the front passenger seat, looking into the darkness outside the car windows. The night scorched the sky black, the lights of Esthar dwindled out as the car speed along the freeway.
"No sex again, huh Seifer?" Thoran asked, trying not to smile.
Seifer turned his attention from watching Squall's slumbered face, eyes quickly glaring at the fellow guitarist.
"Shut up," Seifer said, sneering. He sighed, hugging Squall to him. Squall shifted in sleep, pushing harder against Seifer.
"Don't get angry at me," Thoran said. "Hyne. A little pissy, aren't we?"
"Fuck you!" Seifer said a little louder, but still careful of his tone with Squall sleeping in his arms. "Why can't I just have a boyfriend I don't fuck right away? I'm waiting, so?!"
Victor turned around in his seat to look back at Seifer. A frown deep on Victor's face as he said "It's the reason you date! To have sex. You use everyone. What's with the little brunette?"
"What do you mean what's with Griever?" Seifer asked, frowning now at Victor.
"He means: why so different? Griever didn't say no, did he?" Gregory asked from up at the driver's seat.
"I haven't even asked for it," Seifer grumbled, trying to get the subjected dropped. He hugged Squall closer, a glare still on his face - though Seifer wasn't looking at anyone.
"Why?" Thoran asked.
Fed-up, Seifer turned and spat out: "I like him!" through clenched teeth.
"Like him?" Victor repeated in a softer tone.
Seifer sighed, looking up to Victor. "Like buy-him-flowers-like him," he mumbled halfheartedly before looking down to Squall's sleeping face again.
The car went dead-silent. Then:
"Seriously?" Thoran asked.
Seifer nodded. "I donno, he's just fun."
"He doesn't speak!" Victor said.
Seifer shrugged. "He says enough. ...Besides, no one's like him." Seifer would have caressed Squall's cheek, but both Thoran and Victor were watching him. Like hell Seifer was going to bond with his friends by showing them he actually could care about someone he dated.
"Wow," Thoran said softly, turning away from Seifer to look out the window.
Victor took a moment longer then Thoran to absorb what Seifer had just said. Victor then turned and melted down into his chair, frowning out into the darkness.
"So he's going back to your house?" Gregory asked, seeing if he had to drop Squall off somewhere else.
"Yeah," Seifer said with a heavy sigh. He mentally noted to go look at apartments sometime soon. He needed to get out of that shit hole.
"Mom and Dad ain't home?" Thoran asked, turning back to look at Seifer.
Seifer nodded. "Gambling somewhere. The house is empty."
"Why do you just stay at Squall's house?" Victor asked.
Seifer sneered. "Yeah... right," he mumbled.
"Why not?" Victor asked. "Griever ain't told Mommy and Daddy about his boyfriend?"
"I'm so going to kick your ass one day," Seifer said seriously. "I would right now, but my rich-ass boyfriend is sleeping." He mocked the comment about Squall's family background back at Victor.
"That'd be awesome," Thoran said softly. "Hanging out around those rich-snob neighborhoods. All that money everywhere. Hyne knows what Squall's house looks like!"
"You've seen his house," Gregory commented to Seifer. "What's it look like? Huge?"
Seifer was about to bitch-out his friends for being so into Squall's financial affairs, but Seifer then remembered Squall's house. He'd dropped Squall off there every day last week.
Seifer looked down to Squall, frowning.
"What?" Thoran asked, seeing Seifer's expression. "You've seen it right?"
Seifer looked up, turning to Thoran. "Yeah... but..." He looked back down. "Um...?"
"Seifer?" Victor mused with his eyebrows raised. Victor was back turned around in the passenger seat, looking to the three teens that sat in the backseats.
Seifer was about to respond, but he stopped.
Squall stirred, stretching in his seat on Seifer's lap. He hugged Seifer then opened his eyes. Blinking away the sleep, Squall saw Seifer's frowning expression.
Squall looked back at Seifer with his dead, unconcerned gaze.
"Who do you live with?" Seifer asked.
Squall paused. He thought over his reply until he came up with: "Dad and sister." Seifer knew that though.
"Who's your dad?" Seifer asked, wanting more of an answer.
Again, Squall paused. It took a while for it to click why Seifer was asking: Squall lived at the Palace.
"Squall?" Seifer said seriously, not using the new nickname.
"Laguna," Squall answered. "Lorie."
The car went into its second dead silence. Gregory's foot even lifted up from the gas pedal briefly before he pushed his foot back down.
"President Lorie?" Seifer asked, eyes studying Squall's face.
Squall didn't reply, he didn't bother to confirm his words.
"You think that?" Victor asked Squall.
"He lives at the Palace," Seifer said, looking up to this friends.
"Say what?!" Thoran said loudly.
Seifer breathed until he said "I dropped his off there. He had the access code to get into the Palace Gates. He went into the property. I watched him."
"...You're the President's son?!" Thoran asked, using the same loud voice.
Squall looked at Thoran, keeping his indifferent expression.
"No fucking way," Victor said.
Squall decided he should confirm it. Seifer needed to see it. So Squall reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Flipping it open, Squall got the picture of him standing with his father that had been taken at Squall's birthday this year. Squall gave his wallet to Seifer.
Seifer looked at the picture, recognizing the President from the TV, newspapers, magazines. It was President Laguna Lorie. In a party-hat. Squall looked as miserable as normal, no party-hat.
Seifer looked at Squall as Thoran reached over and took the wallet to see the picture.
"Your last name is Leonhart," Seifer said.
"Mom's maiden name," Squall explained. It was the first time he'd brought up his mother at all to Seifer.
"No fucking way!" Thoran said, staring at the picture.
"Let me see!" Victor said, holding his hand out. Thoran slowly handed over the wallet, still open to that picture.
"What the fuck are you doing hanging out with us?!" Thoran asked Squall, eyes wide.
"Damn," Victor said to himself. He then held the wallet out to show Gregory. Gregory glanced down to see, amazed at the sight of the President smiling happily with an arm around Squall's shoulders.
Squall stared blankly at Thoran.
"Seriously!" Seifer agreed. "And why're you dating me?!"
Squall slowly turned his blank expression from Thoran to Seifer.
"Bored at the Palace?" Thoran asked.
Anyone else would have felt uncomfortable. Squall simply kept his gaze locked at Seifer, eyes burning in their dead-stare.
"Why?" Seifer repeated softer.
Squall could have gone for a shrug explanation without words, or he could have turned the conversation back to Seifer, he could even have just stayed silent, but Squall didn't. He did the most odd thing for himself. Squall turned to Victor, reaching forward to take the wallet back. Then he pulled the wallet to himself, looking at the picture. Sighing, Squall held the wallet for Seifer to see, pointing a single gloved-finger to his father. The President of Esthar. In a party-hat.
Seifer looked down at the dorky smirk on Laguna's face. The cake in the foreground was huge, and the words written in frosting said "Baby Turned 15."
Seifer sneered.
Squall noticed that, seeing his point got across; so he closed his wallet and pushed it back into the back pockets of his jeans.
"Why not get rich friends, rich boyfriends?" Seifer asked. "It is possible, Squall. There are certainly gay guys at your school. They might be in the closet, but you're out now."
Squall stared blankly at Seifer. He didn't need to justify himself, he just did things.
"Come on, Squall," Seifer said seriously.
Slowly, Squall lifted his right hand. He touched the stubble on Seifer's chin, caressing the prickly skin.
"Someone else?" Squall asked in his monotone voice, watching Seifer's expression.
Seifer blinked slowly then said "Yeah."
Squall moved his hand to Seifer's shoulder then moved to wrap both arms around Seifer's neck. Hugging Seifer, Squall closed his eyes and whispered into Seifer's ear "Why? Boring..."
Seifer smiled at that, hugging Squall back. Seifer would have to accept that answer, for now. Squall then moved to sit down in Seifer's lap again, leaving his hands around Seifer's shoulders.
"What?" Thoran asked, honestly interested in what Squall said.
Seifer looked to him, realizing his friends were all watching attentively.
"He basically said why would he want anyone else," Seifer explained.
Squall moved his right hand down to touch Seifer's cotton shirt, tracing over the words Hate.
"Griever just likes you, and that's that?" Victor said, unconvinced.
"I don't know," Seifer snapped back. "What? You think Griever's gonna go out into a long monolog about his life and why he would choose someone like me over anyone else? Who the fuck knows, but he's dating me. Let's not try to convince him I'm a loser so he dumps me, okay?"
The door opened into the wooden crap-hole house. Squall stepped into the darkness, Seifer closely behind. The roar the Ford Taurus signaled the rest of Blood Kiss was driving away.
Seifer reached past the slow moving Squall, flipping the lights on. A subtle buzz sound filled the hallway as a dull light turned on.
Seifer's hand to the small of Squall's back ushered Squall forward. Squall stepped further into the house, listening to the front door shut behind him.
"Beautiful, huh?" Seifer asked sarcastically.
Squall turned, his dead-gaze looking to Seifer. Seifer smiled at Squall, though there wasn't any humor in the situation. Squall blinked, Seifer laughed softly.
"You're certainly one in a million, Griever," Seifer said, shaking his head.
Squall, not bothering with any acknowledgement to Seifer's comment, turned to continue further into the house. He paused when he reached the doorway to get into the kitchen. Squall slowly walked into the kitchen, flipping another light on. The same buzz sound filled the air as the brownish-light lit the room.
Dishes pilled in the sink, floor needing to be mopped, kitchen table covered with old newspapers and magazines, and other such things.
A finger on Squall's chin took the brunette's attention.
"We're here to sleep, not to see what pigs my parents are," Seifer commented with a half-smile.
Seifer then took Squall's hand and lead him around the kitchen table and out of a second door, remembering to flip the lights off. The two were then back in the hallway, heading down to Seifer's bedroom.
Seifer pulled keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door. Pushing the door open, Seifer waited for Squall. Squall stepped in first, a hand reaching over to turn the light on.
The room lit brightly. The light was a normal color, not the mucky brown in those other rooms. Posters on the walls, new expensive accessories, though the furniture wasn't new. Computer, DVD player, Playstation 2 and an Xbox, along with an empty guitar stand with a small amp sitting next to it.
Hazen was driving Seifer's truck, going to drop it off here before heading home. Hazen's dirt bike was strapped to the Dodge Pick-up, so he did have a way home. Seifer's guitar was in the bed of his truck.
Squall slid off his jacket, catching it in his hands then moving it around to hold the coat in front of him. His eyes scanned the room, noticing the completely different setting. This room looked out of place, like it belonged with a different house.
Seifer's hand from behind Squall took the leather jacket. Squall dropped his hands to the side.
"So," Seifer said as he walked over to his closet. "What do you want to do tomorrow?" Seifer hung the leather jacket up on a hook, then began to remove his trench coat.
Squall watched Seifer, not even thinking about replying.
Seifer turned after his coat was away, seeing his leather-clad boyfriend looking ever-bored.
"I've been the one to drag you everywhere this weekend," Seifer clarified that Squall was indeed required to answer. "Why don't you tell me what you want to do."
Squall stared at Seifer. Black expression; though he considered Seifer's words, he still wasn't thinking of a reply. Seifer's retort was to wait in silence until Squall answered.
Squall's moist lips parted and he blinked. His mouth opened a little wider as he looked away from Seifer, scanning the carpeted floor as he tried to think of some way he should answer. What did teenagers do? Go to football games, eat at In an' Out, go to clubs, hang out. The movies?
Seifer put his hands in his pockets, waiting in silence. He knew Squall was trying, so he would give Squall the time the brunette required.
"Movies?" Squall said finally, looking up to meet Seifer's gaze.
Seifer smiled. "Alright, what movie?"
Squall couldn't even think over that, since he didn't know which were out. So Squall shook his head slowly.
Seifer nodded, turning to head to his dresser. "Firefly came out Friday," he said, opening the second to top drawer. "A weird murder/rape movie." Removing a large t-shirt for the band Hallows, he turned back to Squall. "Interested? Or do you want a romance movie? Divinity came out two weeks ago, I still haven't seen it." Seifer held out the shirt.
Squall crossed over to Seifer, slowly accepting the shirt. Using the time he walked, Squall decided on the first choice - it was probably the one Seifer wanted to see more, since he thought of it first. "Firefly," Squall's voice said, using that soft tone that was barely above a whisper.
"Good," Seifer said, turning back to remove another shirt for himself. "Cause, don't mean to bash, but I'm not into the chick-flick genre. Tears and love. Blah."
Seifer tossed his shirt to the bed, closed the second drawer to open the top one. He pulled out a pair of boxers for himself then glanced to Squall.
Squall was looking down at the shirt in his hands.
Seifer held out a pair of boxers for Squall. "Don't suppose it would bother you, huh?"
Squall looked up, a hand reaching for the boxers. No reply, just the dead-gaze. And then Squall's hand had moved back to his chest, clutching both articles of clothing.
The drawer closed, Seifer turning to the bed.
Squall turned from Seifer, setting the clothes down on the close by chair. He then reached down and pulled off his shirt, letting the cotton school-shirt drop to the ground. Squall then picked up the Hallows band shirt and pulled it on. It was huge, but comfortable. Certainly different then the t-tops he normally wore to bed.
Squall knelt down, untying his boots.
Seifer pulled off his red cotton shirt, throwing it over to the hamper before reaching to get his band shirt. He then pushed off his black-grey Nike shoes, kicking them under the bed. His jeans unhooked then feel heavily to the ground.
Glancing over to Squall, Seifer saw the brunette watching him.
"What?" Seifer asked, wondering if Squall was trying to catch Seifer in the buff. Squall was only wearing his leather pants, boots off and set to the side with his black (of course) socks.
"No underwear," Squall said without hesitation. No blush. Eyes normal in their dead-stare.
Seifer frowned, looking to the boxers he gave Squall. Then Seifer realized what Squall meant - which gave slight justification as to why Squall had chosen to wear Nessa's pajamas: no underwear.
Even if Squall was wearing them, he would have to take them off to put on the boxers. But Squall simply spoke to explain why he hadn't stripped the leather pants. Squall's eyes asked the real question that explained why he hadn't removed all his clothes: no privacy, so was Squall undressing here with Seifer?
Seifer smirked.
"I won't look," Seifer said, eyes sparkling humorously at Squall. His face turned more seriously. "So long as you don't."
Squall seemed to straighten, as though the thought never crossed his mind in complete honesty. Squall looked to the boxers Seifer currently wore, looking as though he were weighting something in his mind. Squall looked back to Seifer's eyes, seeing the small blush on Seifer's cheeks that almost contrasted with the smirk.
Squall's eyes lingered on Seifer a moment longer before he turned away, hands moving to undo the leather pants.
Seifer watched a moment long, expecting Squall to turn back to check, but Squall didn't. And Seifer hand to turn away quickly, almost waiting too long as Squall moved his hands to his hips and began to push the leather down.
Seifer looked down, moving his own hands to undress himself. He listened to Squall's shuffling in back of him, the sound of leather being moved, and then the softer sound of someone's feet stepping two times on the creaking wooden floor.
Seifer pulled up his new boxers, after which he leaned down to pick up his worn-clothing. "Finished," he said, not wanting to catch Squall before he was done.
"Y-eah..." Squall's voice came back.
Seifer turned to see Squall folding his white shirt to set with his pants on the chair. Seifer walked to his hamper and dropped the clothes in, not bothering to check the pockets for money he knew was there. He'd check when he did laundry.
"You like music, of course, huh?" Seifer asked, heading over to his stereo.
Squall honestly didn't know. So he just watched Seifer turn the stereo on, the CD changer loading up a CD.
"Shiva's Influence," Seifer said as the music started. "One of my favorite bands. They came out last month. Hit the charts pretty hard, but I doubt they've gotten the respect they deserve. Music industry is prejudice." Seifer shrugged.
The goth-rock music started, drums leading the song as the soft notes of a keyboard picked up the song. Then a break in the music, drums pounding alone.
The lead vocalist of the all girl band filled the air. "Someone is dancing... on my grave. Sending shivers... down my spine."
Seifer walked to his bed then flopped backwards, the bouncing a few times from his weight on the mattress.
Squall walked over to Seifer, crawling onto the bed then laying heavily against Seifer's side. Seifer's left arm moved to hold Squall to him.
"I hear a laugh, it awoke my soul. The wind takes the leaves where he wants them to go. His tunes enchant our world, our thoughts leave us frozen."
"Fucking awesome, huh?" Seifer said, commenting on the song.
Squall kept his silence, fingers caressing lightly over Seifer's shirt. It was warm in Seifer's arms, the second night in a row where he'd been laying with Seifer. Last night Squall had slept pressed to Seifer's chest, the blonde's arms a comfortable blanket in their own. Seifer's hot breath beating to Squall's forehead, his soft lips brushing against Squall's skin.
"In this heart of mine...It's you I find."
"Take my
hand...I'll take you to the promised land. You're the one."
"No one gives the chicks credit," Seifer muttered, eyes locked on the
ceiling to his bedroom.
Squall pushed from Seifer's chest, looking down to the blue eyes of his new boyfriend.
Seifer turned his eyes to Squall, seeing the brunette had something to say. Not just attempting conversation for Seifer, Squall actually had something to say.
"...Blood Kiss," Squall said the name to Seifer's band.
Seifer smiled happily, moving a hand to brush back some of Squall's hair.
"I hear a laugh, it awoke my soul. The wind takes the
leaves where he wants them to go. His tunes enchant our will, Our thoughts leave
us frozen."
"You're good," Squall said softly, eyes cracking in the emotion of sincerity.
Seifer caressed Squall's cheek. "Thanks." He glanced to the shirt Squall wore. "Wish we were as good as Hallows," Seifer said, looking up. "Maybe one day."
Squall looked down to the band-shirt, seeing the screaming face of the lead singer. Looking back to Seifer, Squall shook his head. "Don't wish," Squall said softly, his lips hardly moving.
"Take my hand, I'll take you to the promised land."
"Stop while you're ahead, Griever," Seifer said, smiling. He appreciated the compliment, but he didn't need delusions. Blood Kiss needed to work harder, get better. They were good, but they were still playing at clubs, no serious manager or Record Labels looking to sign them.
Squall's fingers moved to Seifer's lips, touching the soft pink flesh. He caressed the lips before moving his hand to Seifer's cheek, fingers lightly moving over the stubbly skin. Squall then leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Seifer's. Seifer kissed back until Squall pulled up.
"Nevil, where ever have you gone, these tears will fade. Nevil, whatever you have done, please have faith."
Squall pulled back just enough to look at Seifer's face. "Don't... wish," Squall repeated, again his lips hardly moving. "Already..." he continued, closing his eyes and moving back to kiss Seifer again. "true," he finished in a voice almost too low for Seifer to heard. And then Squall's soft kisses broke away from Seifer, the brunette sitting back.
The goth-rock song ended, the second track on the CD starting up.
Seifer half-smiled at the blank expression on Squall's face.
A car-horn honked outside. Hazen.
Seifer turned from Squall, rolling over to slip out of bed. He walked to his closet and grabbed his trench coat, pulling it on as he walked to his bedroom door to meet Hazen out front.