A Hundred Years
Disclaimers: Don't own 'em, I'm just a spoony bard.
WARNING!!! This is a yaoi fic. That means boys loving boys in the physical way. Get over it or don't read it. Oh yeah, it also had some shitty language. Yeah, I know, fuck it.
Dedication.
This fic goes out o Kristina Elaine Sarow. Born May 1, 1985 Died September 29 2003. I love you Kristi.
Chapter 2
15
"You shouldn't have to put up with his shit man. If I wouldn't get kicked
out of Garden then I would have done something to the asshole a long time
ago, like when we were Twelve."
Zell was talking again and again I was ignoring him. We'd gotten our first
taste of the GF's a year ago. I wanna know what the hell they think about
when they put a weapon of mass destruction in the hands of a fifteen-year-
old. Well, almost fifteen-year-old. It was only a few days to my
sixteenth Birthday was coming up and I was dreading what Seifer had in
store for me that day. He'd almost formally written and engraved the
fucking invitation to our duel. And it was off of Garden grounds, on the
weekend when we were on leave. Our SeeD exams weren't till next year
anyway, so not getting caught fighting again was a must for both of us. I
didn't even remember the incidents form when we were twelve. I don't
remember a lot anymore. Like there's something about Zell that's really
important, and I don't remember.
Zell had class so he left, leaving me to think about things in my head.There's
only one thing I remember from when I was younger. I wanted to be the
best. And now there was only one person standing in my way. Seifer. I was drawn to him
somehow, the same way I was drawn to the locked box in the back of my closet. To be
opened on my18th birthday. I think it's a gift from the orphanage I grew up in. I
don't remember it at all, but Seifer, like that box, calls to me. And I still have two more
years to open the box.
Shiva shifted in my mind, I could feel her. She was mine, as much as
Quezacotl was Zell's, and as much as Ifrit belonged to Seifer. She's the
one GF I won't trade to anyone. She suits me, and she likes me. She even
told me so. She's helped me put up a mask for everyone else to see so I
don't let all my emotions out on my face. That's a bad thing for a
mercenary in training. I have to be detached. I have to-
(Don't you have better things to be doing rather than brooding about
how muchyou want to be the best? Do something about it Squall! )
I loved Shiva for that. She motivated me to do the things that
needed to be done. And talking to the GFs in your head isn't something your supposed to be
able to do, but I can, and Zell can talk to Quez, so I think that the GFs just choose who
they belong to. I know for a fact that I'm the only one Shiva ever talks to and none of the
other GFs will talk to me.
"Well hello Puberty Boy." Fuck! I hate him. Even though his
insults don't make me cry anymore, I can vaguely remember a time when they did. They still hurt, and they still make me hate myself.
"You gong to swing your pansy sword around?" He smirked and I wanted
to punch him. He always points out that his blade is bigger and heavier than mine.
(Don't let him see!! He'll only goad you more) Shiva reminded me as I left
my mask on, ignoring him.
The fight was inevitable. We ended up in the training center, blades drawn.
I swung and he blocked and spun, trying to catch me in the side. My blade
clanged loudly against his and sparks flew. Every aspect of our training
poured into the duel. Until he knocked the blade from my hands. My mask
slipped, from not letting him see anything, to everything.
The shock, the rage that engulfed me. I'm still not good enough.
I flew at him. Fist lying I took the moves that I've watched Zell
ingrained into his body in the corner punching bag. Seifer dropped
Hyperion in surprise when I punched him square in the eye. And then his
face contorted in the all too familiar smirk, and he turned and walked
away. I hate myself even more now.
Luckily, Zell was still in class when I arrived to my dorm. I went into a
rage, throwing things, breaking things. I punched a few holes in the
walls. I shattered the mirror with my fist. The blood oozed from the
hundreds of tiny cuts on my hands as I
stared at myself in the remains of the mirror. I was bruised, cut in a few
places from the battle with Seifer and my hand dripped blood on the gray- blue pants I was
forced to wear. I wasn't allowed to wear my own gear until after my next birthday, in two
days. Not that I had any other clothes, but the money I'd stashed away
would well cover the cost of that.
One piece of the mirror stuck out a little farther than the rest of the
leftover shards still sticking from the frame. I reached out to it and held it in my
fingers. The edge was sharp, blood smeared across the reflective surface as I held it up to my
face. My gray eyes and the blood looked almost comfortable together. The
rage ripped through me again. I brought the sharp edge of the glass down my
arm, leaving a trail of blood that grew as the wound began to bleed freely.
I hate myself.
It was 0500 hours when I finally stopped hiding in my half of the dorm. It
was a relatively safe idea to take a shower. I was sixteen. At least I
have been for the past five hours. I got to go shopping today for my own
gear. One less thing for Seifer to brag about to me. I undressed and
headed for the showers. There was the unmistakable sound of a shower
running. I had hoped the place would be empty. I'm not particularly
thrilled with the idea of showering with other men. It makes me
uncomfortable because I've been having really weird thought lately, about
sex, with men. So I've been avoiding the public shower thing.
No such luck today. I had to share the space. With Seifer.
But something I thought impossible was happening. Seifer was leaning
back against the shower wall, the spray hitting his chest as he stroked his
cock. He had his eyes closed and his fist was a blur, pulling roughly
against the sensitive organ. His eyes opened a fraction of a second before
he came. His dick twitched and jerked as a long stream of cum shot up into
the air, only to be dissipated by the spray of the shower. I stared at him
as it jumped again and shot a second stream of cum into the air to join the
first one. He jerked again, and one last stream came pouring from the tip
of his dick.
It was large, larger than mine. And watching this happen made
me think of Seifer in the worst way possible. In my bed. My dick stood
erect and waving in the air. Seifer's cock still twitched a little. He
stared at me in shock, knowing I had just watched him blow his load.
I felt awkward. The loud spray of the shower seemed distant.
Siefer's eyes bore into me, He looked so. scared? I kept my mask up. If I
don't say anything, I might be able to spare a fight with Seifer, naked on
the shower floor. Fuck! Why do these thoughts keep coming into my head?
Fuck. I turned a shower on and stepped under the spray, the water was hot
so I adjusted the dials a little. Seifer stared at me.
"Leonheart?" his voice sounded unstable as he stood up straight and took a
few steps toward me.
"What do you want Seifer." I pushed my wet hair out of my eyes and
looked in his eyes for the first time ever.
"Don't, don't say anything about his to no one." He wasn't telling
me not to say anything, he was asking, or at least the closest to asking
that ever would be again.
"Why would I? I have better things to do with my time than torment
other people." I said pointedly.
He kept coming towards me. He was only about a foot away; any closer
and he'd be sharing my shower with me.
"I've decided to postpone out duel." He said it like he was doing me
a favor. "Don't think for one minute that this has anything to do with it."
"That was has anything to do with it?" I wasn't really paying
attention to his words, just staring at him, and if he noticed, he didn't
say anything.
"You've got nice hard on there Squally boy." He stepped closer. Now
he was sharing my shower. The unsure-ness that he'd had moments ago was
gone. He was all arrogance and pride now. Naked arrogance and pride.
"Why do you care?" I turned my back to him.
"Is this your way to tell me to get lost?" I nodded, reaching for
the shampoo.
"Well your head tells me to get lost, but your body screams
'Fuck me'."
"The hell?" I turned around to face him again and was greeted with
his warm mouth on mine. My first kiss. I didn't expect it to turn my legs
into jelly, nor did I expect him to push me up against the shower wall. I
stumbled backwards.
"Gods Squall, do you have no idea how hot you are?"
I moaned as a response and pulled him towards me again. It didn't occur to
me that this was Seifer Almasy, that he would probably tell the whole
Garden that I wanted to fuck him in the showers. Because I do. I want to
fuck him, or him fuck me. At this point in time I really don't care witch
way it was going to go.
My body jumped when I felt his hand reach down between us and stroke me.
My blood was on fire. I didn't have any clue to what I was doing. I knew
that homosexual relationships were against the Garden's regulations. I knew
that if we got caught there would be severe punishment. But I didn't care.
If Seifer wanted to drag me into Cid's office and fuck me on his desk,
right now I would let him do it.
But Seifer seemed content to torment my senses. He stroked my cock until I
was on the verge of coming. I felt the slickness of his bare skin against
my own. And I felt the hard length of him pressing against my thigh.
"Squall." he whispered my name against my wet hair and stole one of my
hands away from his arms and placed my fingers around him. I could feel
his pulse. I could feel the desire that raged from within him. And I
wanted that desire.
"Seifer. have you ever.?"
His eyes looked straight into mine. The jade depths of them taking
away my breath. "No. I was waiting for you." And then before I could say
another word he covered my mouth with his again. The heat of his lips, the
taste of him, it all drove me mad.
"Seifer. take me" the words slipped from my lips before I had a
chance to think about it. Seifer moaned and pushed my back up against the
wall again, lifting my legs up around him
"This is probably gonna hurt."
"I don't care. Please. Seifer." I begged him. I wanted him so bad.
I wrapped my legs tightly around him until I felt the head of his erection
brushing up against the virgin hole I was offering. He pushed forward.
The pain at first was unbearable, and I heard Seifer moan in pleasure as he
entered me, holding me there until I couldn't take it anymore. I could
feel the gentle rocking of his hips as he tried not to move for my benefit.
But I wanted him to move, and I pushed down on him further, bringing him
deeper.
He started slowly, at first. But soon we were pounding against each
other; wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me. I was going to come, and
Seifer knew it.
"Squall. I can't. I'm gonna." I felt him come, every nerve ending in
my body went haywire as he came inside of me, and I went over the edge.
And I screamed.
We stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, his body leaning against
me leaning against the wall. And when he did move, he let my feet hit the
floor before stepping away. He didn't say anything. He just reached out
with one hand to stroke my cheek before walking away.
I took my shower in confusion. What the hell just happened? The
water had turned cold so I turned off the spray and wrapped my towel around
me before entering the dressing area. My Garden uniform was gone, and
sitting in its place was a white box tied with a black ribbon. There was a
note.
Squall-
Now that you're sixteen, you can stop wearing that ugly piece of shit
uniform. Your body does scream "Fuck me". And you should have the clothes
to go with it. Enjoy.
-S.A.
Inside was a pair of black leather pants with a matching jacket. The
jacket collar was fur lined. There was a white shirt to wear under it, and
belts. Lots of them. I held the clothes up to me; the black of the
leather made my pale skin look even paler. But they looked like they would
fit.
They did. They fit like a second skin. And by the time I had figured out
where I was supposed to put all the belts, I was late to my first class.
No one was in the hallways as I walked to the second floor lift.
The entire classroom went silent as I walked in the room. All heads turned
in my direction. Even the SeeD who had come to talk to our class today.
And as I took my usual seat in the back, I watched a smile play across
Seifer's face.
A/N I think I fixed the format problome and a coule of my never ending typos. I love you all!!! But anyway, wasn't that a nice lemony scene? I sure could use
a few reveiws!! Next is age 18, before the fight that scarred them both.
Disclaimers: Don't own 'em, I'm just a spoony bard.
WARNING!!! This is a yaoi fic. That means boys loving boys in the physical way. Get over it or don't read it. Oh yeah, it also had some shitty language. Yeah, I know, fuck it.
Dedication.
This fic goes out o Kristina Elaine Sarow. Born May 1, 1985 Died September 29 2003. I love you Kristi.
Chapter 2
15
"You shouldn't have to put up with his shit man. If I wouldn't get kicked
out of Garden then I would have done something to the asshole a long time
ago, like when we were Twelve."
Zell was talking again and again I was ignoring him. We'd gotten our first
taste of the GF's a year ago. I wanna know what the hell they think about
when they put a weapon of mass destruction in the hands of a fifteen-year-
old. Well, almost fifteen-year-old. It was only a few days to my
sixteenth Birthday was coming up and I was dreading what Seifer had in
store for me that day. He'd almost formally written and engraved the
fucking invitation to our duel. And it was off of Garden grounds, on the
weekend when we were on leave. Our SeeD exams weren't till next year
anyway, so not getting caught fighting again was a must for both of us. I
didn't even remember the incidents form when we were twelve. I don't
remember a lot anymore. Like there's something about Zell that's really
important, and I don't remember.
Zell had class so he left, leaving me to think about things in my head.There's
only one thing I remember from when I was younger. I wanted to be the
best. And now there was only one person standing in my way. Seifer. I was drawn to him
somehow, the same way I was drawn to the locked box in the back of my closet. To be
opened on my18th birthday. I think it's a gift from the orphanage I grew up in. I
don't remember it at all, but Seifer, like that box, calls to me. And I still have two more
years to open the box.
Shiva shifted in my mind, I could feel her. She was mine, as much as
Quezacotl was Zell's, and as much as Ifrit belonged to Seifer. She's the
one GF I won't trade to anyone. She suits me, and she likes me. She even
told me so. She's helped me put up a mask for everyone else to see so I
don't let all my emotions out on my face. That's a bad thing for a
mercenary in training. I have to be detached. I have to-
(Don't you have better things to be doing rather than brooding about
how muchyou want to be the best? Do something about it Squall! )
I loved Shiva for that. She motivated me to do the things that
needed to be done. And talking to the GFs in your head isn't something your supposed to be
able to do, but I can, and Zell can talk to Quez, so I think that the GFs just choose who
they belong to. I know for a fact that I'm the only one Shiva ever talks to and none of the
other GFs will talk to me.
"Well hello Puberty Boy." Fuck! I hate him. Even though his
insults don't make me cry anymore, I can vaguely remember a time when they did. They still hurt, and they still make me hate myself.
"You gong to swing your pansy sword around?" He smirked and I wanted
to punch him. He always points out that his blade is bigger and heavier than mine.
(Don't let him see!! He'll only goad you more) Shiva reminded me as I left
my mask on, ignoring him.
The fight was inevitable. We ended up in the training center, blades drawn.
I swung and he blocked and spun, trying to catch me in the side. My blade
clanged loudly against his and sparks flew. Every aspect of our training
poured into the duel. Until he knocked the blade from my hands. My mask
slipped, from not letting him see anything, to everything.
The shock, the rage that engulfed me. I'm still not good enough.
I flew at him. Fist lying I took the moves that I've watched Zell
ingrained into his body in the corner punching bag. Seifer dropped
Hyperion in surprise when I punched him square in the eye. And then his
face contorted in the all too familiar smirk, and he turned and walked
away. I hate myself even more now.
Luckily, Zell was still in class when I arrived to my dorm. I went into a
rage, throwing things, breaking things. I punched a few holes in the
walls. I shattered the mirror with my fist. The blood oozed from the
hundreds of tiny cuts on my hands as I
stared at myself in the remains of the mirror. I was bruised, cut in a few
places from the battle with Seifer and my hand dripped blood on the gray- blue pants I was
forced to wear. I wasn't allowed to wear my own gear until after my next birthday, in two
days. Not that I had any other clothes, but the money I'd stashed away
would well cover the cost of that.
One piece of the mirror stuck out a little farther than the rest of the
leftover shards still sticking from the frame. I reached out to it and held it in my
fingers. The edge was sharp, blood smeared across the reflective surface as I held it up to my
face. My gray eyes and the blood looked almost comfortable together. The
rage ripped through me again. I brought the sharp edge of the glass down my
arm, leaving a trail of blood that grew as the wound began to bleed freely.
I hate myself.
It was 0500 hours when I finally stopped hiding in my half of the dorm. It
was a relatively safe idea to take a shower. I was sixteen. At least I
have been for the past five hours. I got to go shopping today for my own
gear. One less thing for Seifer to brag about to me. I undressed and
headed for the showers. There was the unmistakable sound of a shower
running. I had hoped the place would be empty. I'm not particularly
thrilled with the idea of showering with other men. It makes me
uncomfortable because I've been having really weird thought lately, about
sex, with men. So I've been avoiding the public shower thing.
No such luck today. I had to share the space. With Seifer.
But something I thought impossible was happening. Seifer was leaning
back against the shower wall, the spray hitting his chest as he stroked his
cock. He had his eyes closed and his fist was a blur, pulling roughly
against the sensitive organ. His eyes opened a fraction of a second before
he came. His dick twitched and jerked as a long stream of cum shot up into
the air, only to be dissipated by the spray of the shower. I stared at him
as it jumped again and shot a second stream of cum into the air to join the
first one. He jerked again, and one last stream came pouring from the tip
of his dick.
It was large, larger than mine. And watching this happen made
me think of Seifer in the worst way possible. In my bed. My dick stood
erect and waving in the air. Seifer's cock still twitched a little. He
stared at me in shock, knowing I had just watched him blow his load.
I felt awkward. The loud spray of the shower seemed distant.
Siefer's eyes bore into me, He looked so. scared? I kept my mask up. If I
don't say anything, I might be able to spare a fight with Seifer, naked on
the shower floor. Fuck! Why do these thoughts keep coming into my head?
Fuck. I turned a shower on and stepped under the spray, the water was hot
so I adjusted the dials a little. Seifer stared at me.
"Leonheart?" his voice sounded unstable as he stood up straight and took a
few steps toward me.
"What do you want Seifer." I pushed my wet hair out of my eyes and
looked in his eyes for the first time ever.
"Don't, don't say anything about his to no one." He wasn't telling
me not to say anything, he was asking, or at least the closest to asking
that ever would be again.
"Why would I? I have better things to do with my time than torment
other people." I said pointedly.
He kept coming towards me. He was only about a foot away; any closer
and he'd be sharing my shower with me.
"I've decided to postpone out duel." He said it like he was doing me
a favor. "Don't think for one minute that this has anything to do with it."
"That was has anything to do with it?" I wasn't really paying
attention to his words, just staring at him, and if he noticed, he didn't
say anything.
"You've got nice hard on there Squally boy." He stepped closer. Now
he was sharing my shower. The unsure-ness that he'd had moments ago was
gone. He was all arrogance and pride now. Naked arrogance and pride.
"Why do you care?" I turned my back to him.
"Is this your way to tell me to get lost?" I nodded, reaching for
the shampoo.
"Well your head tells me to get lost, but your body screams
'Fuck me'."
"The hell?" I turned around to face him again and was greeted with
his warm mouth on mine. My first kiss. I didn't expect it to turn my legs
into jelly, nor did I expect him to push me up against the shower wall. I
stumbled backwards.
"Gods Squall, do you have no idea how hot you are?"
I moaned as a response and pulled him towards me again. It didn't occur to
me that this was Seifer Almasy, that he would probably tell the whole
Garden that I wanted to fuck him in the showers. Because I do. I want to
fuck him, or him fuck me. At this point in time I really don't care witch
way it was going to go.
My body jumped when I felt his hand reach down between us and stroke me.
My blood was on fire. I didn't have any clue to what I was doing. I knew
that homosexual relationships were against the Garden's regulations. I knew
that if we got caught there would be severe punishment. But I didn't care.
If Seifer wanted to drag me into Cid's office and fuck me on his desk,
right now I would let him do it.
But Seifer seemed content to torment my senses. He stroked my cock until I
was on the verge of coming. I felt the slickness of his bare skin against
my own. And I felt the hard length of him pressing against my thigh.
"Squall." he whispered my name against my wet hair and stole one of my
hands away from his arms and placed my fingers around him. I could feel
his pulse. I could feel the desire that raged from within him. And I
wanted that desire.
"Seifer. have you ever.?"
His eyes looked straight into mine. The jade depths of them taking
away my breath. "No. I was waiting for you." And then before I could say
another word he covered my mouth with his again. The heat of his lips, the
taste of him, it all drove me mad.
"Seifer. take me" the words slipped from my lips before I had a
chance to think about it. Seifer moaned and pushed my back up against the
wall again, lifting my legs up around him
"This is probably gonna hurt."
"I don't care. Please. Seifer." I begged him. I wanted him so bad.
I wrapped my legs tightly around him until I felt the head of his erection
brushing up against the virgin hole I was offering. He pushed forward.
The pain at first was unbearable, and I heard Seifer moan in pleasure as he
entered me, holding me there until I couldn't take it anymore. I could
feel the gentle rocking of his hips as he tried not to move for my benefit.
But I wanted him to move, and I pushed down on him further, bringing him
deeper.
He started slowly, at first. But soon we were pounding against each
other; wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me. I was going to come, and
Seifer knew it.
"Squall. I can't. I'm gonna." I felt him come, every nerve ending in
my body went haywire as he came inside of me, and I went over the edge.
And I screamed.
We stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, his body leaning against
me leaning against the wall. And when he did move, he let my feet hit the
floor before stepping away. He didn't say anything. He just reached out
with one hand to stroke my cheek before walking away.
I took my shower in confusion. What the hell just happened? The
water had turned cold so I turned off the spray and wrapped my towel around
me before entering the dressing area. My Garden uniform was gone, and
sitting in its place was a white box tied with a black ribbon. There was a
note.
Squall-
Now that you're sixteen, you can stop wearing that ugly piece of shit
uniform. Your body does scream "Fuck me". And you should have the clothes
to go with it. Enjoy.
-S.A.
Inside was a pair of black leather pants with a matching jacket. The
jacket collar was fur lined. There was a white shirt to wear under it, and
belts. Lots of them. I held the clothes up to me; the black of the
leather made my pale skin look even paler. But they looked like they would
fit.
They did. They fit like a second skin. And by the time I had figured out
where I was supposed to put all the belts, I was late to my first class.
No one was in the hallways as I walked to the second floor lift.
The entire classroom went silent as I walked in the room. All heads turned
in my direction. Even the SeeD who had come to talk to our class today.
And as I took my usual seat in the back, I watched a smile play across
Seifer's face.
A/N I think I fixed the format problome and a coule of my never ending typos. I love you all!!! But anyway, wasn't that a nice lemony scene? I sure could use
a few reveiws!! Next is age 18, before the fight that scarred them both.
