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! *proud*
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+ Chapter 11: Meet the Almasys +~***~
Their lips parted, Seifer pushing off of Squall, laying down next to him on the bed.
After leaving the theater, Seifer had taken Squall back to the little crap-hole house his parents owned. Two hours after getting home, Seifer lay with his arm around Squall's waist.
Seifer caressed the soft cotton material of Squall's shirt.
Squall turned to press himself back against Seifer, snuggling against the blonde's chest. Seifer moved his arm further around Squall, holding him close.
Feeling the soft touch of Squall's hair against his cheek, Seifer sighed unhappily. Tomorrow was Monday. Monday meant school. And glancing over to the clock on his nightstand, Seifer knew he would have to take Squall home sometime tonight.
Breathing in Squall's scent, Seifer allowed himself another moment before he'd pull back in attempt to speak to Squall again.
"Squall," Seifer said, using the normal first name for the brunette. They parted slightly, enough for Squall to look up.
"It's 5:15," Seifer said. "I should take you home."
Squall's response was to push back into Seifer's chest.
Seifer half smiled. "C'mon, sweetheart," he said, moving his hand to Squall's chin, which forced Squall to look back up once more. "Tomorrow is school. Which means I've gotta take you home tonight."
Squall's eyes moved from their gaze with Seifer, looking down to the muscular chest that was hidden by a black shirt. One hand moved to gently tease over the material, Squall's expression empty of any emotion.
"You're gonna go back to the Palace to sleep!" Seifer said. "It's a hell of a lot better than sleeping here again."
Squall turned up, but still he kept that blank expression. Squall almost looked dead when he froze, eyes burning up into Seifer's.
"You'd rather stay here, huh?" Seifer said, his voice a lot softer than before.
Squall's eyes once more darted away but they returned to Seifer's gaze quickly. Squall nodded
"You've been with me all weekend," Seifer said, continuing to use the soft voice. "You didn't even call Daddy. He's probably worried about you. I'd really hate to be woken up to having SeeD throw handcuffs on me - Kidnapping the Prince of Esthar." Seifer smirked.
Squall blinked, though Seifer thought he saw small sparkle of laugher in Squall's eyes. Except a half second later the eyes looked dead again. Grey spheres, empty of anything really.
"C'mon, you really wanna stay here?" Seifer asked. He frowned slightly, looking unconvinced.
Squall pushed up, meeting his lips with Seifer's lightly, holding the kiss for one second then pulling back. Squall's eyes were now attempting to look mildly alive, though Seifer would have to say they were failing in full force. Squall was trying.
Seifer smiled gently down at Squall. He caressed Squall's cheek then leaned forward to press his forehead with Squall's.
"What time does your school start?" Seifer asked, pulling back, keeping his hand on Squall's cheek.
"8:15," Squall answered, watching Seifer's expressions. He did that a lot, focusing on the changes in the features, the blinks or frowns, the smiles and the sparkles in Seifer's eyes when the blonde laughed. Squall watched, studying how Seifer reacted to the world around him. How Seifer reacted to him. Squall watched like a child would watch, though outside Squall looked frozen. It was inside, through Squall's eyes, a child stood, staring out at the wonder of the blonde boy giving him all this attention.
"My school starts 7:45," Seifer explained. "Takes about... what - 45 minutes? About, to get to your school from here. Meaning, we'd have to leave around 6. And you'd get to school over an hour earlier then you need to."
Squall stayed frozen. It was his turn to respond again, but he'd forgotten to.
Seifer arched an eyebrow, waiting.
It then hit Squall: reply. "You... Drive... okay?" Squall said, his normal slow pace and soft words as his spoke. The words were forced, much more than in earlier conversations. Squall was depleted of dialog abilities, he'd been working at it all weekend. Right now his brain wasn't cooperating.
Seifer smiled anyway. He knew what Squall was attempting to ask. "Yeah, I don't mind driving all that way. You want to stay, and I'd rather have you stay. ...So long as Daddy doesn't throw me in jail, huh?"
Squall stared at Seifer. Maybe if Squall had a in normal state of mind he would have sneered. Or perhaps frowned. He would have looked annoyed, maybe even disgusted by how annoying his father was. But all Squall did was look at Seifer impassively, the grey-blue eyes still attempting some sort of interested gaze.
"Tired?" Seifer asked Squall, frowning slightly.
Squall nodded. Sleep. It was probably the best thing in Squall's life. It was the thing he preferred to do the most. Choosing between sleeping in his king-size bed with silk sheets, huge fluffy white comforter, and his eight pillows or sleeping here in Seifer's full-size bed with one pillow (Seifer used the other) laying in Seifer's arms - Squall preferred the second option.
Squall didn't bother to analyze why. Some things he just did. Like preferring to sleep. Preferring to be with Seifer. Preferring to sit alone in the Garden that had belonged to his mother.
Honestly, that child sitting in Squall's mind - that child half remembered something. Half. And it was hazy, fuzzy. Like the real world when you've just woken from a dream - you know you're in the real world, but the memories of that dream is flooding you. Nothing is clear. And that's what the child remembered when looking at Seifer - some memory: unclear, fuzzy, and too distant to recall. But it was a familiarity. A comfort.
Comfort.
"It's really early," Seifer said gently. "but I'll lay here and hold you while you sleep, if you want."
Squall stared indifferently, though he was thinking over Seifer's words. Then Squall slowly sat up tall, pulling off his shirt and throwing it aside. Squall lied back into Seifer's waiting arms, closing his eyes, and snuggling against the muscular chest of the blonde-god.
It was an unclear familiarity. Warm, comfortable, safe. Hazy, and too distant to remember. And Squall wasn't even thinking about it. But, like a needle, it was buried within Squall's mind.
Seifer's eyes opened. Had he fallen asleep?
Blinking off the dream-state, Seifer realized his room was black. He turned his head over to look at the nightstand, seeing the red-glowing lights of the digital clock telling him it was too early to be awake.
"Fucking 2:30 in the morning," Seifer grumbled softly to himself.
He felt the heavy weight in his arms stir, the brunette boy waking as well.
Squall rolled out of Seifer's arms, onto his back. His arms moved above his head, Seifer watching as Squall stretched with clenched eyes. Then Squall's body relaxed back, turning to lay sideways while facing Seifer.
"It's not morning yet, sweetheart," Seifer said softly, his hand moving to caress some of Squall's tangled hair from his eyes.
"...You sleep?" Squall asked. Some of the pathways between his brain and mouth had been regenerated. And then more of the pathways between his brain and the part of him that gave-a-fuck had also regenerated during the hours of sleep.
"Yes," Seifer replied, taking his hand back. "It's still too fucking early, though."
Squall licked his dry lips, eyes glazing over slightly.
Seifer lied back, reaching an arm over to turn on the lamp next to his bed. Seifer immediately blinked, the lights too bright so suddenly. Turning back to Squall, Seifer saw Squall's eyes were still in the glazed-state; not even the bright light had fazed him. Seifer almost frowned, but Squall blinked back into reality.
Squall's eyes had returned to Seifer's face, seeing the shadows cast in the dim light. Seifer was handsome. Blonde and blue-eyed. The God himself. Smirking now that Squall was giving him attention.
Absently, Squall's hand had reached forward, fingers touching Seifer's lips. Squall didn't bother to think about what he was doing. He just watched his index finger trace gently over the fading smirk. The smirk was gone, and Squall's hand had pulled back.
When Squall's eyes finally returned to look into the sky-blue spheres of his boyfriend, Seifer didn't know what to say. Squall did the strangest thing sometimes. And when Squall traced his finger over the smirk just now, Seifer suddenly realized something. He'd never seen Squall smile. Or laugh. The expressions that won their way onto Squall's face were always angry or startled. Once in a while they'd look concerned, to some degree. And, yes, Squall's eyes did have an occasional half-second sparkle of laughter. But nothing that compared to a normal, or hell - half a smile.
"You okay?" Seifer asked, though his question meant more then just a Hi, how are you? conversation piece.
Squall didn't understand what Seifer was trying to ask.
Seifer sat up, getting more comfortable before looking down to the brunette boy he hardly knew. "Do you smile?" Seifer asked. Weird question, but the reply Seifer got only made the question legitimate.
Squall stared blankly at Seifer then forced himself to look away and think about it. Didn't take long until he found his answer. But the best way to explain it to Seifer was to get that picture of Laguna back out.
Squall reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. Flipping through, he found the birthday picture of his father in the party hat, arm wrapped around the unhappy Squall.
Handing the wallet forward, Squall waited for Seifer to accept. Which he did. Then Squall moved to sit next to Seifer and look down at the picture.
Seifer looked at the unexpressive face of Squall. Baby Turned 15 written on the cake below. Seifer turned from the photo, meeting his eyes with Squall's always blank glossy look.
"You don't smile," Seifer said seriously.
Squall watched Seifer, finding no reason to reply. Seifer could easily tell the truth, just seeing the same expression Squall always wore.
"Why don't you smile?" Seifer asked. This was his boyfriend. And in the short time with the brunette, he'd grown attached to the boy. There was so much inside Squall, so much he seemed to hide. Or was there? Was there really something deep for Seifer to discover? Or was this Squall?
And Squall couldn't explain. He honestly tried. Took his eyes away from Seifer's, turned his mind over a number of times, searching for answers of which there might not be.
Giving up on the expedition inside his soul, Squall turned to face Seifer again then pointed down to the picture of his father in Seifer's hands.
"He," Squall tried, keeping his eyes locked on his father's face a moment longer before turning to look up at Seifer. "...party hat."
Seifer quickly glanced down then turned back to meet Squall's trying expression.
"You're not wearing one," Seifer commented.
"...Wanted," Squall forced out, darting his eyes down then up, then shook his head. "Not me."
Seifer couldn't help the smile that pulled the left side of his lips. Squall was so cute when he tried to say things that didn't come out. Squall couldn't help but be so enigmatic even though he was trying not to.
"You don't like party hats, huh?" Seifer asked.
Squall shook his head a second time. Seifer had, at least, understood what Squall was saying, even if he missed the bigger point to it.
But Seifer hadn't missed the point. "Daddy wanted you to," Seifer stated. "He's a pretty... goofy man." Seifer just used the word goofy. And he'd meant it in a nice way, he'd heard the president was a goofy man, bright and smiling always. And Seifer was still smirking.
Squall chosen to answer with a single nod this time.
Seifer glanced down to look over the picture once more before shutting the wallet and handing it back to Squall.
"Guess he's happy enough for the both of you," Seifer stated, watching Squall shift to put the wallet back into the back pocket of Squall's pants. And as Seifer said that, he suddenly remembered something: the president's wife. Didn't she die nine years ago? Raine Leonhart, that was her name. Left her husband and two children.
Seifer turned away from Squall, frowning to himself. Squall never spoke about his mother, except one mention when he'd spoke about his last name. His mother's maiden name. Squall Leonhart.
Forcing the thoughts away, Seifer turned to Squall. Squall wasn't supposed to be a memory from a history book Seifer'd read freshmen year of high school. Even if Squall's family did rule Esthar. Squall was Prince of Esthar. But that didn't mean Squall wasn't real. The boy was sitting on the bed with Seifer right now. Squall had the most miserable aura around himself, even if his emotional qualities were something short of living. And the boy was Seifer's boyfriend.
Seifer didn't feel right about thinking of Squall as part of a history book. So he brushed aside the memories he had from moment he was actually paying attention in class, turning instead right now to see his boyfriend once more.
Squall was watching Seifer. He'd kept quiet, allowing the blonde man his own moment of silent thinking. Seifer couldn't help a blush. When was the last time he'd ever done something like that: just thought while another person watched? It felt awkward to know Squall had been watching him, almost like Squall had been listening to Seifer's thoughts.
Seifer knew Squall hadn't, but his body tingled a moment before he was able to smirk at the wondrous expression on Squall's face. Well, not really wondrous, but his eyes were slightly bigger than normal and he looked interested. It was wondrous for Squall Leonhart.
"I'm gonna put in a CD," Seifer said, shaking his head and standing up. The conversation on whether Squall smiled and/or was happy - it was over. Seifer decided he'd leave those questions for another night, a night when Squall was closer to him and Seifer knew more about the boy's home life. Squall was the president's son, but Squall acted like nothing matter - from a simple In an' Out burger to Eden. It was all the same.
Seifer stretched then rolled his shoulders as he walked to the stereo.
Squall moved to lay on his stomach, face at the foot of the bed, watching Seifer shuffle through his CDs.
"Sweetheart," Seifer said, motioning to Squall - or the bed Squall was laying on more specifically. "Under the bed I've a case of CDs, get it?"
Squall pulled himself forward then leaned over, pulling the blankets up to look down.
Seifer stood, in a position not even four feet from the bed, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. He could have gotten the CDs himself easier, but he figured he'd let Squall choose the CD. And now Squall seemed out of his normal stoic character as he hung upside-down, attempting to find the CD case.
Squall pushed up, sitting on the mattress before sliding down to kneel on the ground.
Seifer frowned, wondering what the fuck Squall was doing. The CD case was right there. And now Squall was reaching under the bed?
Seifer then saw Squall pull out the gunblade case.
"Sweetie," Seifer said with a light chuckle. He stepped forward and knelt down next to Squall. "Don't touch, huh?"
"Gunblade," Squall said, and hell be damned, but Squall's ice mask was gone and a true look of interest and curiosity had formed. It was probably the biggest expression Seifer had seen, excluding the forced glare Squall had done when he was dressed in girl's PJs. It was still a small look, but it was true.
"Yeah," Seifer said, frowning. "Hyperion."
Squall shifted, moving a hand to lightly touch the lock on the case. His eyes darted down, then back up to Seifer.
Seifer smirked, nodding. He reached his hand to the lock, popping it open and raising the lid.
"Big," Squall said softly, moving his fingers to lightly caress the handle. He didn't touch the blade, he didn't want to get oil on it. Since he had a blade at home, he knew about keeping it clean. If you leave your blade stored away, you want it clean of oils otherwise it gets damaged. If Squall touched it, Seifer would have to clean it.
"Yeah," Seifer said, sighing without all too much interest. "Hyperion is the biggest gunblade. Well, my Hyperion is the lowest class, but the Hyperion model is the biggest."
"Revolver," Squall said softly.
Seifer shook his head. "No, this is a level one Hyperion."
Squall turned up. "Revolver... I have..." Hopefully Seifer picked that up.
Seifer raised an eyebrow. "You have a gunblade?"
Squall nodded. "Trained since four."
Seifer just stared. That was seriously fucking surprising. Little Prince of Esthar knew how to swing a gunblade?
"Pick up?" Squall motioned to the blade.
"Sure," Seifer replied, shrugging. Squall had surprised the fuck out of him. And the boy picked up the blade, wrists locked, arms steady. Then Squall stood, Seifer standing himself before stepping back.
A flick of the wrist, and Seifer knew Squall had to have had a gunblade at home. Squall twirled the blade around a few times then held it steady before lowering it back down to replace it into the indent within the velvet lining.
"Holy shit," Seifer mumbled to himself.
Squall glanced up to Seifer, closing the lid. "Heavy," he commented.
Seifer nodded, eyes wide. "Yeah..."
The locks clicked into place then the blade slid back under the bed. Squall reached down and picked up the CD case, standing and bringing it to Seifer.
Seifer took the case gently from Squall's hands, still mesmerized by the boy's show of skill.
"You... train?" Squall tried to pursue the conversation that he actually had a small amount possible of verbal input.
Seifer was flipping through the CDs when he answered. "I like to practice once a day. About an hour. Have been slacking off lately." Seifer pulled out a CD, turning to his stereo and opening the player.
"...Spar?" Squall said, watching the player close and Seifer's fingers turning the stereo to play.
Seifer turned back to Squall, the music of an older favorite band started up.
"Home - show, mom won't know."
"When I took classes younger," Seifer replied. "Haven't had a partner in a while."
"Run out the back door, He's passed out on the floor, Third time, been caught twice."
Squall stood in his normal silence, eyes locked on Seifer.
Seifer smirked. "What? You want to spar with me?"
"Forgive our neighbor Bob. I think he humped the dog."
"...maybe?" Squall said.
"Really?" Seifer asked.
"But good things come to those who wait. Cause he laid me."
"Yes," Squall answered.
Seifer smirked. "Wow. Well, I'll go easy on you."
"And mom and dad posses the key o instant slavery."
Squall nodded, not even replying or perhaps not noticing the taunt. That only widened Seifer's smirk. Seifer shook his head, walking past Squall and heading to his bed. Squall turned and followed, naturally.
"No need explain the plan no need to even bother. I'll pack my bags I swear I'll run, o wish my friends were 21."
Seifer climbed up on the bed, turning once he was able to lay into a pillow, laying on his back and watching Squall crawl after him.
"White lies, bloodshot eyes. Breath of alcohol, stole it from the mall. How's Chris marked with cum?"
Squall moved to Seifer, sliding onto Seifer's lap, moving his lips to meet Seifer's.
"Hear all the noise? we're sleeping with your boys."
Seifer moved his hands up Squall's back, caressing the boy's soft skin, feeling Squall's tongue caress hungrily with his own. Seifer pushed Squall back, forcing the brunette down, shifting so his weight was baring down on the Prince.
"But good thing come to those who wait. Cause he laid me."
Seifer was about to reach down to pull at Squall's pants, but the sound of a car roaring up froze him. Seifer sat up, listening carefully. Squall watched Seifer, oblivious of what was wrong.
"And mom and dad possess the key o instant slavery."
"Fuck," Seifer mumbled and pushed off the bed to head to the door to his bedroom. Any other car he wouldn't have even noticed, but the sound of his father's old beater had been imprinted into his mind.
Opening the door, Seifer quickly walked down the hallway, to the living room. Looking out the window, Seifer saw it: his foster parents lit in the driveway light, slowly getting out of their old piece-of-shit car, already yelling at each other. His father with the wife-beater shirt, a small beer belly, but was muscular and tall with black jeans and snake-skin boots. Seifer's foster mother with her too much make-up, too tight clothes, too-high high-heels, and bare shoulders while chewing her gum with a sneer on her face.
Hyne, could Seifer's parents be any more white trash?
Seifer's father, Micht, wasn't the most gay-friendly man. But Micht knew Seifer was bisexual. He'd met a few of Seifer's boyfriends, and he enjoyed making fag comments to them. One boy he'd asked for the price for a blow job. Seifer hadn't liked that. He'd told his foster father, but Micht hadn't seen the problem. Then Seifer's fist told Micht, and Micht understood a little better.
But Micht was a large man, standing at 6'1". He was muscular and had taken a liking to beating the shit out of Seifer when he was a younger boy. Years later, they were pretty equal enemies. Micht liked to carry a wooden baseball bat sometimes. He'd knocked Seifer over the shoulder with it when Seifer was 12, Seifer had to stay in the hospital until the shattered bone had time to mend.
Beth, Seifer's mother, was drunk so much of the time she barely remembered how to walk when she needed to take a piss. Seifer didn't much concern himself with the bitch. Except Seifer's last boyfriend that she'd met, the fucking whore had hit on Donald like a dog in heat. Seifer just gave her another beer and she was too busy nursing the booze down to remember to act whorish. Sad really.
Back in the living room, Seifer turned with clenched fists, wondering how the fuck he was going to deal with the bastard and bitch. Shaking his head, he walked back to the bedroom to warn Squall about how wonderful the foster family was.
"Squall?" Seifer said, stepping back into the room and closing his door. He locked it before continuing.
Squall sat up from where he'd been laying - stomach down.
Seifer sighed. "My parents are home. They aren't the nicest... Well, they're probably the worst people you'll ever meet. I'm sorry, they weren't supposed to get home until Wednesday."
And with that, a male's voice yelled in the house.
"The fag home?" Micht's voice yelled after the front door slammed.
Seifer swallowed, breathing slowly. He really didn't need to show Squall how angry he could get. Fuck!
A large fist his Seifer's bedroom door, banging loudly. At least the fucker knew how to knock.
"I hear music," Micht growled.
"Fuck off," Seifer snapped in a low growl.
"You having sex?" Micht said.
Seifer sneered, both in disgust and confusion. Like Micht really wanted to know something like that, and like hell Seifer would just say "Oh yeah, Daddy. Hold on and wait for me to cum before I can talk." Yeah fucking right.
Seifer held up his hand to Squall, whispering "Sorry." before turning to head to the bedroom door. Unlocking it, Seifer opened his and glared angrily at his foster father.
Micht sneered at Seifer before forcing the expression away. Micht glanced passed Seifer, looking further into the room. He saw Squall, who stared ever impassively back.
"Who's that?" Micht asked while a number of gay XXX thoughts filled his mind, a sneer on his face. Leave it to him to be the one to adopt a fag.
"That's my gunblade being shoved up your ass if you look at him again," Seifer growled deeply.
Micht turned away from the boy on Seifer's bed, figuring it wasn't worth the argument right now.
"I need ten bucks," Micht said.
"Ten?" Beth's voice came from the hallway. She appeared next to Micht, pushing the man aside. "Fifty." Unfortunately the fucking whore knew Seifer had a good paying job.
"You're here begging for money?" Seifer asked, though it wasn't the first time.
"You got money, I know," Beth said. She smelled heavily of alcohol. She was never sober.
Seifer sighed. "Twenty," he mumbled, stepping back and heading to his trench coat to get the Gil.
Beth stepped a single foot into the room, seeing Squall on the bed.
"Another boyfriend?" she asked.
"Yeah," Seifer mumbled back, looking for a single 20. He couldn't find anything smaller then 50s. Be damned if he was going to just give them a 50.
"What's your name?" Beth asked Squall, smiling and waving to him as though Squall were a five year old.
Squall just stared unconcerned at the woman.
Beth stood straight, frowning. "You have a name, dontcha?"
"Too much cum in his mouth," Micht muttered under his breath.
Beth snickered, wrinkling her nose at Squall. "You can't really be gay, honey. Look at you! You're a babe!"
"Mom," Seifer snapped. Yes, Beth was a useless drunk bitch, but she'd been Seifer's mother since he was two. It was Daddy that Seifer had the biggest problem with. Beth was just a stupid bitch, Micht was the bastard that beat the shit out of Seifer, and Beth a few times.
Beth sighed. "But look at him!"
Seifer gave up, they'd get a fucking 50.
"He's sorta..." Micht mumbled. "..."
"What did I fucking tell you?" Seifer snapped, bringing Beth the money.
"...scary," Micht finished. He looked at Seifer. The glaring, 6'2" blonde who's fist had knocked out a couple of Micht's back teeth - the blonde wasn't scary to Micht. But Squall seemed to be.
Seifer glanced back, holding the money out absently. Beth snatched the money, squealing at the number on the bill.
Squall was looking just normal, no glare or anything. Just frozen, eyes seeming to burn into Micht, unconcerned that the man was holding a wooden bat in his right hand.
Seifer frowned at Micht, who looked just as surprised as Seifer felt about Micht's comment. Then Seifer shoved Micht hard, pushing the man and the squealing wife out of the room, locking the door behind.
"Don't make too much nose! I don't wanna hear ya'll moaning!" Micht yelled.
Seifer shook his head. The man just had to make some asinine comment like that.
Walking back to the bed, Seifer spoke. "Squall, you okay?"
Squall turned his head up to look at Seifer. No reaction.
Seifer sat down next to Squall, touching Squall's cheek. "That's the last time you'll have to see those bastards, promise."
They hadn't seem too bad tonight. Probably because they were broke after a weekend of gambling, they needed money. They had to be nice to Seifer to get him to cough up Gil. But they got a lost worse. A lot.
"Apartment?" Squall said, the topic coming from out of nowhere.
Seifer took his hand back. He shrugged. "I'll get one some day. Like in eighty years."
Squall nodded then moved back on the bed to lean against the headboard. He motioned to Seifer, who followed Squall and lied down against the brunette. Seifer put his head on Squall's lap, feeling the brunette's arms wrap over him.
Seifer didn't feel like sleeping, but it was comfortable in Squall's embrace. Calm. Almost like his parents weren't right outside the locked door - the door which just needed a good kick then the drunk Micht could run in with his bat and -
Seifer forced the memory away. Micht hadn't done that in two years, but it still freaked him out in some moments.
He needed to get out of this house. It was a lot worse then he'd ever told his friends, and he wouldn't admit to them that he wanted out for more then just to get away from his asshole parents. He wanted out because he couldn't live like this. And he wouldn't grow up to be like Micht. He couldn't. But he was afraid he might.
Getting away from the fights, the fists and screams. Beth has a light bruise on her cheek tonight, Seifer didn't bother to think about it. Everything was just awful. And he was still only 16. It scared him, knowing the grown man could do some crystal meth tonight and go berserk.
Pushing himself against Squall, Seifer tired to block it out. And then the odd feeling of Squall caressing his hair hit Seifer hard. Seifer glanced up, seeing Squall looking down.
Squall moved his own fingers to his lips, kissing them then moving the fingers to Seifer's lips. Seifer kissed back, smiling as Squall moved his hand away. Squall caressed Seifer's cheek then looked away, eyes glazing over as he stared at nothing.
Seifer lied back in Squall's lap, listening to the sound of the band still playing out from the speakers of his stereo.