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 10: FireFly +~***~
"Seifer!" a female voice called.
Seifer turned from boredly waiting in line at the movie-house.
Sheryl along with a couple other cheerleaders and a number of high school jocks were walking out of the parking lot, towards the theater.
Seifer nodded to them, waiting for the girl to run over to him.
"Ah!" Sheryl said with a smile. "Where's the rest of Blood Kiss?!"
Seifer shrugged, a small frown on his face. "I don't go everywhere with them."
"Oh," Sheryl said, disappointed. The rest of her friends reached where Seifer was standing. "So you here alone?"
Seifer shook his head. "On a date."
"I heard you're gay," one of the jocks said, eyeing Seifer.
"You hitting on me?" Seifer asked plainly, reaching into his jean back-pocket for his cigarettes.
"Ew, no!" the guy quickly said.
Seifer looked up from opening the cigarette pack. "Then why you ask?" Seifer pulled a cigarette out, moving it to his lips.
"You were making out with guy at the game Friday night!" Sheryl said, watching Seifer.
Seifer sneered. "Not really making out. Kissed briefly, yes." He lit a match, moving the flame to the end of the cigarette between his lips. Seifer then shook the charred stick out, tossing it away.
"You are gay!" another football player said.
Seifer frowned. "Everyone's known this for over a month!" he said, taking a drag from his cigarette.
"You've dated girls before," another cheerleader commented.
Why these people all knew Seifer was beyond him. He knew Sheryl, but she was the only one. He knew a few other girls only by mention from Hazen, but never talked to them before.
"I like girls too," Seifer answered, knocking the ash from the tip of his cigarette. He glanced back, noticing the line had moved up, so he closed the gap.
"So where's your date?" Sheryl asked. "Is it the same guy from Friday?"
Seifer didn't have time to answer as yet another person yelled his name.
"Sei!" Thoran.
Seifer turned to see Thoran and Hazen walking over.
"Fuck," Seifer muttered to himself. "Everyone going to the fucking movies today! What the hell?!"
Thoran and Hazen reached the guitarist and prep-group.
"What's up, you hanging out with the popular crowd?" Thoran asked Seifer, glaring at the jocks.
"Hey Val," Hazen said to one of the cheerleaders.
She attempted a poor smile.
"What're you doing here?" Seifer asked, barely holding back a sigh.
"Firefly!" Thoran said loudly, looking away from the jocks. "You know I've been dying to see it." Yes, Thoran was the person that got Seifer interested in the movie.
"You two on a date?" one of the jocks asked Thoran. He was asking why Hazen and Thoran were here together.
Thoran and Hazen looked at each other, both sneering as disgusted as possible.
"Ew, man," Thoran grumbled, looking back to the jock. "That's nasty!"
"Sick," Hazen mumbled to himself, turning his gaze to the ground, eyes glazing over in thought.
Seifer laughed, taking another drag off his smoke.
Thoran looked to him, glaring. "Look! They think I'm gay too! Hanging out with your fag-ass."
Seifer laughed again, shaking his head as he blew the toxin out of his lungs.
"Why the fuck you hanging out with preps anyway?" Thoran asked, glaring at Seifer. "Where's Griever?"
"In an' Out," Seifer said, motioning to the burger joint that was a couple shops down from the theater. "Went to get a milkshake."
"By himself?" Thoran asked.
Seifer shrugged. "He can walk without my help." Seifer flicked the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his shoe.
"But he's Griever," Thoran said. "Out in public, alone? Will he remember to speak when he's trying to order the milkshake?"
Seifer laughed. "Hopefully," he replied. He looked at Hazen, who was still staring at the ground. "Hazy, what's up?"
Hazen looked up at Seifer then to Thoran. "Jus ain't fuckin' right."
"What?" Thoran asked.
"God damn Val standin' right here an' some asshole asks me if I'm gay!" Hazen growls. "Can't even say shit anymore! I'm never gonna be able ta ask her out!"
"Ask her out!" Seifer snapped back.
"Too fuckin' late!" Hazen snapped back.
Of course, the cheerleader and jocks are still standing right there.
"I told you," Seifer said with a glare. "You should have said something Friday."
"What?! Not like I ain't been tryin'," Hazen snapped back. "Then your boy goes and shoves his tongue down your throat."
Seifer glanced back to the line, seeing the gap again. He closed it, replying "You waited to long."
"What da hell ya starin' at?" Hazen turned and snapped at the jocks looking at him.
"Why're we standing by these freaks?" one jock asked the girls.
Sheryl frowned at him. "Seifer is cool!" She stepped past Hazen and Thoran to stand next to Seifer. Of course she got a number of glares from the rest of her prep group. "So how long have you been with this guy... what's his name?"
"Griever," Seifer answered, just sticking with the nickname. "And a week almost."
"Griever?" she repeated the name.
"Wait 'til you meet him," Thoran said from in back of her. "You'll understand then."
Sheryl just nodded, uncertain.
"So how long exactly are ya gonna keep this one?" Thoran asked, holding back a smirk.
Seifer glared. "How long exactly are you gonna keep asking me that shit?!"
Hazen shook his head. "Ya know Seifer ain't dumpin' Griever. Griever's too good fer him." Hazen looked from Thoran to Seifer. "Lucky ta have 'im."
"Oh my god!" Thoran said to Hazen.
"What?!" Hazen frowned back.
"You are gay!" Thoran said.
Hazen glared. "Fuck ya! Ya asked me to the movies! What, ya trying something?"
"You're the one getting hard over Seifer's boyfriend!" Thoran replied.
Hazen's eyes widened in mixed anger and embarrassment. "Listen, wasn't it ya who was saying ta me about how Griever is so gonna dump Seifer once Griever figures out that other guys would want him?"
Thoran glanced to Seifer, who had stopped smirking at the scene and was now glaring harshly at Thoran.
"I was just saying," Thoran tried to explain. "Aw, fuck it. Grieve's too good for you, you know it!"
"You are about to-" Seifer started, but Thoran interrupted.
"You don't think so?" Thoran asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Fuck you!" Seifer snapped.
"See, you know it's true!" Thoran said, smirking. "Just keep worshipping him, maybe he'll keep you for a toy."
"Oh you are so-" Seifer said through his teeth, stopping himself.
"He's gonna find someone perfect, and that'll be that," Thoran said.
"Shut. Up!" Seifer snapped.
Thoran laughed. "I'm teasing Seifer. But lookatcha! Pretty pissed, huh? You better buy him flowers and jewelry if you want to keep him. Or well, for him to keep you."
Seifer glared, but it wasn't really angry. No spark, though he tried to look mad. Seifer shook his head, turning away from his friends.
"Woow!" Hazen said to Thoran. "Ya seriously pissed 'im off!"
"C'mon, Sei!" Thoran tired. "I was teasing."
"Fuck off," Seifer snapped back, again halfheartedly.
"Aw, Griever likes ya, Seify!" Hazen said, smiling.
"Shut up," he grumbled back.
"Well - there's his leather-clad ass now," Thoran said, pointing to Squall as he walked down the sidewalk, milkshake in hand, to the long line of the movie-house.
Seifer turned to see Squall, smiling at the dark boy and the looks people gave him as he walked by.
"He's cute," Sheryl said with a smile, standing next to Seifer still.
"It's fucking bizarre," one jock said.
Seifer turned back to look at him.
"Fags," the same jock said, shaking his head at Seifer.
"Why're you all up in my business anyway?" Seifer snapped. "Why don'tcha go fuck yourself, you little gimp-bitch."
The jock glared at Seifer, but strangely didn't reply or even step forward.
Squall reached Seifer, not acknowledging anyone else standing there. His eyes looking at Seifer's angry glare, but didn't bother to see who Seifer was upset at.
Seifer looked down to Squall, seeing the familiar empty expression.
"Griever," Thoran said, Squall slowly turning to him. "You remembered to speak when you ordered, huh?"
Squall turned his gaze to Thoran, otherwise standing frozen. Not a surprising or unexpected reply.
"We're not speaking to him," Seifer said to Squall, motioning for Squall to look back to the line.
Which Squall did, without a second look at Thoran. Seifer took Squall's hand, ignoring the group behind him.
"Aw man!" Thoran said loudly. "You've like got him ignoring me!"
Seifer shot a glare back then looked forward again. He was still a couple people down from the ticket booth.
"Blood Kiss have any new songs?" Sheryl asked.
"You're cool," Seifer replied softly, looking at her. "But I'm on a date here. You - mind?"
"Yeah!" Thoran said loudly. "You're interrupting the massive conversation Seifer is having with Griever, Sheryl."
Seifer frowned back, still holding Squall's hand. "I'm with him right now, doesn't matter how we spend our date."
Squall stared, manikin like with his hand in Seifer's, watching the line in front of him.
"Griever's entertainin'," Hazen agreed. "Jumpin' Seifer Friday night. Dressin' in Ness's PJs. Nearly blowing Seifer backstage last night. Grieve ain't gotta talk, Thoran."
Thoran stared at Hazen, a worried look in his face.
Hazen frowned, shrugging. "Wha?"
Thoran shook his head, looking back forward to stand behind Seifer in line. Both him and Hazen had cut in front of the prep-squad, but none of the jocks or cheerleaders bothered to comment about it.
Seifer reached over and took the milkshake from Squall. He took a large drink as Squall stepped closer, the brunette released Seifer's hand to wrap his arm around Seifer's waist.
Seifer didn't say anything, though he was surprised. Squall did the weirdest things sometimes.
The man at the ticket booth walked away, meaning it was finally Seifer's turn to buy tickets. Seifer slowly moved forward, expecting Squall to release him, but Squall walked with Seifer - not letting go.
The movie hadn't even started, not even the trailer openers. The lights were on, the theater slowly filling with people.
Hazen and Thoran sat middle row, in two of the more-right chairs. The prep-squad sat in the same row and the row below, center chairs. Valerie had actually sat down next to Hazen, though Hazen was too nervous to say anything to her.
Seifer and Squall had taken the farthest seats back, middle center. Well seat, since Squall had sat down in Seifer's lap, facing away from the movie-screen. Squall's arms around Seifer's shoulders, mouth beating against Seifer's.
Squall slowed the kisses, moving his mouth down to Seifer's neck, kissing and licking the smooth-shaved skin of Seifer's jawline. The brunette's hands moved to Seifer's chest, down the shirt to the hemline where he pushed his leather-hands under the cotton to Seifer's hard stomach. Seifer pushed Squall's jacket from the brunette's shoulders, Squall pushing his body against Seifer.
There making-out was interrupted by a hard poke on Squall's shoulder. Squall pulled up from Seifer, an older male theater-worker standing there.
"Could you please tone it down," the man said plainly. Though he didn't seem disgusted by the fact two boys were kissing. "Public place here, not a make-out room."
Squall slid from Seifer's lap, plopping down in the seat next to him.
Seifer raised his eyebrows at the man.
"Thanks," the man said with a friendly smile. "Not saying you can't... kiss. Just..." The man motioned to the rows around them. People were staring. "Maybe wait until the lights are out?"
"Yeah, sure," Seifer said, poorly holding back a smirk.
Squall wrapped his arms around Seifer's waist, leaning close, eyes blankly watching the theater employee.
The man nodded then turned to head back out of the theater.
"You sicko!" Thoran yelled up to Seifer, holding back his laughter "No one wants to see that!"
"Shut up, Thoran!" Seifer snapped loudly back across the crowd.
"Grieve's a real perv!" Hazen commented up. "Jumpin' all over ya in public!"
Seifer frowned. "He does it in private too!"
Thoran and Hazen laughed together, turning back to sit straight in their seats.
Seifer looked down to Squall, wondering momentarily if he'd embarrassed Squall. But Squall's eyes were closed, body still pressed heavily to Seifer's side.
Smiling at that, Seifer moved his hand to caress Squall's brown locks.
A while later the room darkened and trailers started up. Seifer caressed Squall's cheek absently, eyes watching the new upcoming movie snap-scenes.
Squall pushed himself out of the glazed state, turning to look up at Seifer's face.
Seifer felt Squall's movement, looking down. Seconds later Squall had his mouth pressed back to Seifer's, arms around Seifer's shoulders once again.
It didn't take long until Squall was back straddled on Seifer's lap, their mouths and bodies hungrily pushing against each other. Seifer harshly pulled Squall's coat down to Squall's elbows, Squall's hands pushing Seifer's shit up.
Forcing Squall's arms back, Seifer stripped the jacket away, dropping it into Squall's chair. Then Seifer's hands pushed up the white cotton shirt that Seifer gave Squall to wear today. The shirt was soon off, Seifer's hands returning to Squall's smooth back as he held the brunette close.
A stern tap on Squall's shoulder interrupted their making-out a second time.
Squall looked up to see the same older male employee.
"Kissing yes," the man said. "Quietly... with clothes on. I'm... afraid my boss told me to ask you to leave."
Wolf-calls from Thoran and Hazen of course were necessary as Squall stood up from Seifer's lap. The entire crowd was looking up to the two gay teens at the top row, even in the dark room.
The employee lead the two, Squall holding his clothes in front of him while Seifer followed behind, out of the movie-room.
"Griever!" Thoran said as Squall walked by. "Damn! You gonna have sex with Seifer up there or something?"
"Shut up," Seifer growled at Thoran, though Seifer was amused himself.
Thoran threw popcorn at Seifer as Hazen said "Making me miss the movie!"
"You shouldn't watch live gay porn then," Seifer muttered back.
Laughter from the two Blood Kiss string-players followed Seifer and Squall as the left the dark room.
Outside the room, Seifer took Squall's jacket, allowing the brunette to pull the shirt back on. They continued walking towards the doors, the employee apologizing for having to ask them to leave. Seifer replied it wasn't a big deal, he and Griever really needed to go home to finish what they were starting, the employee oddly laughed.