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.