A/N hi, im back.told you I wouldn't stay away for very long.
So where were we? Ah yes.. Right, I think im just gonna get on with the story, enough rambling from me I think, no body reads these bits anyway.
DISCLAIMER these are not mine, im only playing with them, ill put them back good as new after..promise...only the story is mine, and all plot bunnies here after...cheers!
CHAPTER TWO
Seifer watched as his Squall came walking into the dinning hall. His Squall. No matter how much time he spent with the boy, Seifer could never get over the fact that such a beautiful creature was his, could never get over how, in the light, his eyes seemed to almost shimmer, and almost glow between the most delicate shade of coral blue, and icy grey, and in the darkness, or when filled with passion his eyes seemed to go the darkest night indigo, almost pitch black.
Of course Seifer was the only one to have seen the latter of the two colours, it was only for him that his eyes changes colour to that almost spitfull dark blue.
Seifer watched as his Squall came shuffling up to him, those wonderfull eyes kept lowered for no one else to see but him. No one else should be allowed to see them, infact, if Seifer had his way, no one should have been allowed to see Squall at all, if Seifer had his way, he would keep Squall tied up in that room all day. But then again, too many people would miss him, Seifer being one of them, he did like to have Squall at his side some of the time, just to show him off, as much as he was putting the beautiful creature at risk from getting touched or looked at from other people.
Squall reached the table that Seifer was sitting at, and in a lowered voice he asked if he could sit down.
Seifer smirked, he loved having this utterly breath taking object respond to his every command. Although some times it didn't always happen like that.
That's why, Seifer had had to teach Squall that leason, he had to show him that he was wrong, but as much as Seifer had thought it would teach him a leason, he knew that Squall had secretly enjoyed it. As much as he had given up those pleas for it to stop, those moans of pain had really been moans of pleasure, and those tears had been for joy not for the humiliation or the agony. No, Squall enjoyed his little games, Seifer knew that.
Seifer nodded his head, and Squall carefuly sat, wincing slightly at the contact with the seat. But then again, his head was lowered and his chocolate coloured bangs did a good job of hiding his face.
"Are you hungry?" Seifer asked in a flat tone.
Squall knew it wasn't really a question, he was going to eat whether he was hungry or not, he couldn't let himself get thin, or people would start asking questions, and questions led to secrets, and then when people found out, it led to pain. Squall knew only too well about that visious cycle.
When Irvine had walked in that day, Seifer had accused him of telling Irvine and then leading him into the secret rooms where he could find them.
After Irvine had gone. Swearing to keep what he had seen quiet, on pain of death, Seifer had turned to Squall, and he could see the rage in his eye's and almost see the anger in every true word that he spat.
Squall knew it was his fault. If it wasn't his fault, then who was it?
Not Seifer, and deffinately not Irvine's, so then, in some way, it must have been his fault, and he didn't want Seifer to have been wrong and wrongly accuse anyone, so why shouldn't it be his fault?
Squall shook his head
"No thank you" he whispered, he knew he should have said yes, but he couldn't eat anything. He was just too tired, he needed to go to sleep.
Seifer let out a long breath, and rested his eyes on the brunett.
"Now I don't know where you've got this new attitued from" he began as he took out a pocket knife. He held it under that table and grabbed a hold of Squall's arm.
"But personally I don't like it, and its going to stop." No one could see them, they were tucked away in a corner, their backs turned to face the buzzing hall.
He looked at the smaller boy, his peircing green eyes boring into Squalls pale face. He leaned closer and lifted up the sleave on Squall's shirt, exposing the already scared flesh there. He pressed the knife blade to it, its cold metal tounge bitting the tender skin, its freezing touch a promise of the pain to come.
"You'll do what I say" one little cut, a quick flick of the blade and Squall could feel trickles of blood, he flinched when he felt the blade again, so close to his skin.
"When I say it" another cut, this time deeper, as Seifer's rage seemed to build up inside of him, and manifest itself into this tiny little blade that was eating into Squall's arm.
"And there won't be an argument about it." He finaly spat.
Squall screwed up his eyes as he felt the knife go it one more time, the deepest of all, he bit down hard on his lip, causing blood to rise to the surface, more blood.
But then again, it was nothing a little cure couldn't fix. He had cast one this morning before he came out. All the bruises and cuts had dissapeared, making him look just as good as new.
"Do you understand?" Seifer whispered.
Squall didn't trust his own voice, so just nodded again.
"Good, now cover that arm up and go and get some food." Seifer ordered. And Squall just obeyed, knowing that if he didn't, the punishment would be a lot worse tonight.
Across the hall, Irvine had slipped in and was watching. He saw how Seifer carefuly moved Squall's arm under the table, after he had flicked out a blade, he saw how Squall tensed and flinched with the pain, and he saw Seifer's evil eyes as he took delight in seeing the one who so obviously adored him hurt like that.
But that was the thing, Seifer knew that Squall adored him, and used that to play his sick games with. If Squall loved him enough, he would come back to him every time, if he didn't then he was no use to Seifer, and he would have gotten rid of him a long time ago.
Sure Irvine had had a few partners in his time, one night stands and all, but he had never used them or hurt then the way Seifer did.
For Seifer, it wasn't just about the sex, it was about the pain aswell. He didn't even have to be having sex with Squall to want to hurt him. Sometimes, Irvine had walked in, and Seifer would be there beating the seven shades of shit out of Squall, usually with what ever he could find. And Squall would be there taking it.
When ever Irvine had asked him why, he would always reply that he had deserved it, that he had privoked him, and got what he asked for.
He remembered Squall saying one time that Seifer didn't mean to hurt him, it was just that Squall got him mad sometimes and he had pushed it too far, and had only gotten what he deserved.
Irvine's stomach had turned listening to that. And the anger that he promised to himself never to feel infront of Squall had suddenly come close to boiling point.
He watched Squall now, as he slowly got himself something to eat. He knew he was close to breaking point. His fear was so obvious now, why didn't any one else see it? Or was it because he knew what was going on that it was so obvious?
Either way, Squall was close to cracking, the way he shuffeled around, hung his head, and never made eye contact. Not even to him some times.
It was so frustrating, why couldn't Squall see what that man was doing to him? Why did he chose to stay with him when he knew it was distroying him?
And the worst part was, Irvine couldn't do anything to help, appart from be there after to help clean Squall up and be his shoulder to cry on. And that was all Squall wanted of him. Why couldn't he just see that there was a better life, that there was a way out?
If it was not for the fact that Squall was being beaten enough, Irvine would want to bash that message into his head for as long as it took to get it through.
He saw Seifer and Squall get up to leave, they walked across the hall and out of the doors, but not before Seifer threw a look over his shoulder at the gunner.
Irvine returned it, with a look just as steely, and cold. A warning. And Seifer knew now that if it was not for the fact that Squall had asked Irvine to stay quiet, Irvine would have been straight to the police.
Seifer knew he didn't scare the cowboy, and it was only Irvine's unrealised love for Squall that kept him quiet.
Seifer smiled to himself. Maybe he could use that love to his advntage. If he could twist Irvine's feelings and use them to silence the cowboy. And the best part was, that Irvine didn't even realise that he was in love with Squall.
Once again, Seifer smiled to himself, and hugged Squall tighter. He felt the boy melt into him, as if feeling safe, and Seifer liked it. But no matter how much he addored Squall, he would have to beat this attitude out of him. He could't let Squall go, he couldn't let him be effected by anyone else, couldn't let him drift away from him.
He kissed Squall's forehead, and whispered those three little words over his skin.
"I love you" he said with a smile.
Squall smiled back, into Seifer's shoulder, yes, he knew it, Seifer did love him, he only did what he did to keep Squall safe, he knew that.
"I love you too".
A/N so there we go, another chapter, just setting the scene really.
I want all you guys reading this to know that I don't do it for my own twisted pleasure, there is always a point to my stories, and I wanted to get this very poinient subject off my chest, to let you all know what it does to people and those around them.
And what better way to do it than in the most contraversial way that society knows. This sort of thing doesn't just happen to women, it can happen to ANYONE even gay couples.
Keep that in mind.
So as always R/R kisses to all.
Gunbladequeen217.
So where were we? Ah yes.. Right, I think im just gonna get on with the story, enough rambling from me I think, no body reads these bits anyway.
DISCLAIMER these are not mine, im only playing with them, ill put them back good as new after..promise...only the story is mine, and all plot bunnies here after...cheers!
CHAPTER TWO
Seifer watched as his Squall came walking into the dinning hall. His Squall. No matter how much time he spent with the boy, Seifer could never get over the fact that such a beautiful creature was his, could never get over how, in the light, his eyes seemed to almost shimmer, and almost glow between the most delicate shade of coral blue, and icy grey, and in the darkness, or when filled with passion his eyes seemed to go the darkest night indigo, almost pitch black.
Of course Seifer was the only one to have seen the latter of the two colours, it was only for him that his eyes changes colour to that almost spitfull dark blue.
Seifer watched as his Squall came shuffling up to him, those wonderfull eyes kept lowered for no one else to see but him. No one else should be allowed to see them, infact, if Seifer had his way, no one should have been allowed to see Squall at all, if Seifer had his way, he would keep Squall tied up in that room all day. But then again, too many people would miss him, Seifer being one of them, he did like to have Squall at his side some of the time, just to show him off, as much as he was putting the beautiful creature at risk from getting touched or looked at from other people.
Squall reached the table that Seifer was sitting at, and in a lowered voice he asked if he could sit down.
Seifer smirked, he loved having this utterly breath taking object respond to his every command. Although some times it didn't always happen like that.
That's why, Seifer had had to teach Squall that leason, he had to show him that he was wrong, but as much as Seifer had thought it would teach him a leason, he knew that Squall had secretly enjoyed it. As much as he had given up those pleas for it to stop, those moans of pain had really been moans of pleasure, and those tears had been for joy not for the humiliation or the agony. No, Squall enjoyed his little games, Seifer knew that.
Seifer nodded his head, and Squall carefuly sat, wincing slightly at the contact with the seat. But then again, his head was lowered and his chocolate coloured bangs did a good job of hiding his face.
"Are you hungry?" Seifer asked in a flat tone.
Squall knew it wasn't really a question, he was going to eat whether he was hungry or not, he couldn't let himself get thin, or people would start asking questions, and questions led to secrets, and then when people found out, it led to pain. Squall knew only too well about that visious cycle.
When Irvine had walked in that day, Seifer had accused him of telling Irvine and then leading him into the secret rooms where he could find them.
After Irvine had gone. Swearing to keep what he had seen quiet, on pain of death, Seifer had turned to Squall, and he could see the rage in his eye's and almost see the anger in every true word that he spat.
Squall knew it was his fault. If it wasn't his fault, then who was it?
Not Seifer, and deffinately not Irvine's, so then, in some way, it must have been his fault, and he didn't want Seifer to have been wrong and wrongly accuse anyone, so why shouldn't it be his fault?
Squall shook his head
"No thank you" he whispered, he knew he should have said yes, but he couldn't eat anything. He was just too tired, he needed to go to sleep.
Seifer let out a long breath, and rested his eyes on the brunett.
"Now I don't know where you've got this new attitued from" he began as he took out a pocket knife. He held it under that table and grabbed a hold of Squall's arm.
"But personally I don't like it, and its going to stop." No one could see them, they were tucked away in a corner, their backs turned to face the buzzing hall.
He looked at the smaller boy, his peircing green eyes boring into Squalls pale face. He leaned closer and lifted up the sleave on Squall's shirt, exposing the already scared flesh there. He pressed the knife blade to it, its cold metal tounge bitting the tender skin, its freezing touch a promise of the pain to come.
"You'll do what I say" one little cut, a quick flick of the blade and Squall could feel trickles of blood, he flinched when he felt the blade again, so close to his skin.
"When I say it" another cut, this time deeper, as Seifer's rage seemed to build up inside of him, and manifest itself into this tiny little blade that was eating into Squall's arm.
"And there won't be an argument about it." He finaly spat.
Squall screwed up his eyes as he felt the knife go it one more time, the deepest of all, he bit down hard on his lip, causing blood to rise to the surface, more blood.
But then again, it was nothing a little cure couldn't fix. He had cast one this morning before he came out. All the bruises and cuts had dissapeared, making him look just as good as new.
"Do you understand?" Seifer whispered.
Squall didn't trust his own voice, so just nodded again.
"Good, now cover that arm up and go and get some food." Seifer ordered. And Squall just obeyed, knowing that if he didn't, the punishment would be a lot worse tonight.
Across the hall, Irvine had slipped in and was watching. He saw how Seifer carefuly moved Squall's arm under the table, after he had flicked out a blade, he saw how Squall tensed and flinched with the pain, and he saw Seifer's evil eyes as he took delight in seeing the one who so obviously adored him hurt like that.
But that was the thing, Seifer knew that Squall adored him, and used that to play his sick games with. If Squall loved him enough, he would come back to him every time, if he didn't then he was no use to Seifer, and he would have gotten rid of him a long time ago.
Sure Irvine had had a few partners in his time, one night stands and all, but he had never used them or hurt then the way Seifer did.
For Seifer, it wasn't just about the sex, it was about the pain aswell. He didn't even have to be having sex with Squall to want to hurt him. Sometimes, Irvine had walked in, and Seifer would be there beating the seven shades of shit out of Squall, usually with what ever he could find. And Squall would be there taking it.
When ever Irvine had asked him why, he would always reply that he had deserved it, that he had privoked him, and got what he asked for.
He remembered Squall saying one time that Seifer didn't mean to hurt him, it was just that Squall got him mad sometimes and he had pushed it too far, and had only gotten what he deserved.
Irvine's stomach had turned listening to that. And the anger that he promised to himself never to feel infront of Squall had suddenly come close to boiling point.
He watched Squall now, as he slowly got himself something to eat. He knew he was close to breaking point. His fear was so obvious now, why didn't any one else see it? Or was it because he knew what was going on that it was so obvious?
Either way, Squall was close to cracking, the way he shuffeled around, hung his head, and never made eye contact. Not even to him some times.
It was so frustrating, why couldn't Squall see what that man was doing to him? Why did he chose to stay with him when he knew it was distroying him?
And the worst part was, Irvine couldn't do anything to help, appart from be there after to help clean Squall up and be his shoulder to cry on. And that was all Squall wanted of him. Why couldn't he just see that there was a better life, that there was a way out?
If it was not for the fact that Squall was being beaten enough, Irvine would want to bash that message into his head for as long as it took to get it through.
He saw Seifer and Squall get up to leave, they walked across the hall and out of the doors, but not before Seifer threw a look over his shoulder at the gunner.
Irvine returned it, with a look just as steely, and cold. A warning. And Seifer knew now that if it was not for the fact that Squall had asked Irvine to stay quiet, Irvine would have been straight to the police.
Seifer knew he didn't scare the cowboy, and it was only Irvine's unrealised love for Squall that kept him quiet.
Seifer smiled to himself. Maybe he could use that love to his advntage. If he could twist Irvine's feelings and use them to silence the cowboy. And the best part was, that Irvine didn't even realise that he was in love with Squall.
Once again, Seifer smiled to himself, and hugged Squall tighter. He felt the boy melt into him, as if feeling safe, and Seifer liked it. But no matter how much he addored Squall, he would have to beat this attitude out of him. He could't let Squall go, he couldn't let him be effected by anyone else, couldn't let him drift away from him.
He kissed Squall's forehead, and whispered those three little words over his skin.
"I love you" he said with a smile.
Squall smiled back, into Seifer's shoulder, yes, he knew it, Seifer did love him, he only did what he did to keep Squall safe, he knew that.
"I love you too".
A/N so there we go, another chapter, just setting the scene really.
I want all you guys reading this to know that I don't do it for my own twisted pleasure, there is always a point to my stories, and I wanted to get this very poinient subject off my chest, to let you all know what it does to people and those around them.
And what better way to do it than in the most contraversial way that society knows. This sort of thing doesn't just happen to women, it can happen to ANYONE even gay couples.
Keep that in mind.
So as always R/R kisses to all.
Gunbladequeen217.