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.
Ch 4
18 (After Lunatic Pandora)
This shower was fantastic! I can only remember one shower ever being this good, on my sixteenth birthday.
The hot water washed away the blood, the sweat, and the dirt. It soothed the sore muscles in my body. Not gone, but soothed. Too much fighting for that. And way too much blood. Not enough sleep.
It's gotten to the point that even the slightest sound will wake me. My hand almost permanately rests on my gunblade. My reflexes are so sharp that I'm afraid I might hurt someone if they're not careful around me.
The other five, well four, are just as bad. Rinoa doesn't count. She's just hanging around because she likes me. I'm just letting her stay because she was Seifer's friend. He used to go hang with her when he was in Deling. He'd come back and tell me what a great person she was. How she listened to him like I did.
When she told us she was in love with him I was furious.
But she was Seifer's friend, and rather than letting her die, I saved her from those huge lizards at the parade, pulled her from the Sorceress's Memorial, and not to mention my daring space rescue. Even after I've seen the dead possessed look in my ex-lover's eyes. She was his friend, and contrary to belief, he doesn't have a lot of them. So I put up with her. Although I really, really, want to smack her.
The water turned cold and I shut it off. I gratefully wrapped a fluffy hotel towel around me waist. Zell was gong to be pissed that there was no hot water, but I can deal with that.
" 'Bout damn time Squall!!! I'm filthy!" Zell stood up from the spot on the floor that he'd obviously been sitting in for a while. Irvine had managed to keep his bloody, dirty ass off the beds.
"No hot water." I told him.
"Bastard! Now I gotta wait."
Irvine grinned from the bed that he had dubbed as his. "Take a cold one. You could use one, maybe it'll calm your hyper ass down."
Irvine ran his fingers through his wet auburn hair as Zell flipped him off.
"Hell, I'll take a cold one. I can't stand to be this gross anymore." He pulled off his blood soaked clothes on the way to the bathroom.
We had taken the girl's clothes to get cleaned earlier. They would be picking up ours in a little while. Clean clothes sounded like heaven. But until then I was stuck in nothing but this damn towel.
Irvine grinned at me and started digging in his bag. Asshole had other clothes.
"They're just PJ's." He told me when I gave him the look of death. "I'm going downstairs to get hammered. You can join me if you get your clothes back soon."
In other words he wanted to be alone for awhile.
I don't blame him. He almost killed the woman who raised us. We all now had to face that we grew up together. And he was the only one who remembered.
At least that explains what it was about Zell that I couldn't remember.
I settled myself on the other bed and as I did I heard Quistis knock. I can tell it's her. She knocks three times, loud and clear. Rinoa has a timid knock, and Selphie, like Zell, doesn't seem to know how.
"Come in." She entered and looked around. Irvine's and my clothes were together, waiting for her. Zell's were in a haphazard path to the bathroom.
"I can tell where Zell was sitting." She pointed to the red spot on the floor. "He gets more blood on him than anyone." She smiled as she picked up his clothes and wrapped all of our clothes in a towel to keep her clothes clean, for now.
"I'll be back in about an hour." She left as sank back into the pillows and closed my eyes.
His green eyes bore into me as I danced harder, running my hand over the fishnet shirt and leather pants I wore because I knew he was watching.
My dance partner, a girl from town, kept up with me, though I'm sure she had to realize that his eyes were on me, not her.
The song ended and I wove my way through the crowd to him. His red leather pants made him stick out. The black spandex shirt clung to the body underneath that I knew so well.
"I love watching you dance." He told me, pulling me in for a brief kiss.
"Dance with me. It'd be like a duel, with no blades, and more skin contact." I winked at him.
"You're smeared." He reached up and with one thumb, fixed my eyeliner. "Dance with me." I grabbed his hands and pulled him onto the dance floor.
The beat of the music consumed me, as it always does. I pressed my body to his, rocking with the music as the beat got faster. And we danced. My hands buried in his hair and our faces inches away from each other.
"Squall, I want you. Let's get out of here."
"No here, in the back." I smirked knowing I could drive him wild. "But I wanna finish the dance first." I pressed my groin against his and felt the hardness.
He growled and ran his hands over my body.
"I'll make it worth it." And I wrapped one leg around his waist and ground into him.
People stared, and we let them, our mouths and hands teasing each other. Like when Seifer pressed his front to my back and rubbed my dick through my pants. And by the time the music ended, we were both wanton and desperate.
We left the floor, heading to a dark corner in the back. He pressed me against the wall, deftly unbuttoning my pants while I struggled with the lacing on his. As soon as I had his cock in my hands I dropped to my knees, knowing we would need some lubrication. I marveled at the beauty of the man before and the freshly shaven pubic area.
I engulfed his cock in my mouth, getting him wet enough to enter me. I wanted him inside of me. And as soon as I thought there was enough there, I stood, and he pulled my pants down far enough to give him access to my hole. I wrapped my knees around his waist and his cock brushed up against me. I felt that and pushed down, the head of his swollen flesh entering my ass felt utterly amazing. I didn't want him to go slow.
"Just fuck me.' Moaning my desire into his neck.
He complied, shoving his cock all the way up, hitting that spot inside of me right away. We kept up with the music, anyone watching would just think we were dancing.
"Gods, you're so fucking tight Squall."
"Shut up Seifer, and fuck me harder." I could barely get the words out.
"Squall, say my name."
"Seifer."
"Scream it."
Shamelessly I did. I could feel Seifer coming. I could feel the hot rush of fluid invade my body.
"Squall."
"Seifer."I was about to come.
SQUALL!!!
I sat up. Zell stood in front of me wearing nothing but a towel. He was giving me a weird look. I lay back down on the bed and groaned.
"Zell, I think I'm going to kill you."
"You were moaning, I thought you were having a bad dream. And you said-"
"No Zell, I was having a very good dream. As if you can't tell by the fact that my dick is fully erect and sticking out of my towel."
"Uh." I opened my eyes and looked at him. His face was beet red. He opted to change the subject. "I think that's the most I ever heard you say." And something he said clicked in my head."
"You were going to tell me I said something?"
"Yeah. uh."
"Well?"
"Seifer."
"What the hell does he have to do about it?"
"No, that's what you said. Seifer." He looked down at the floor. "Were you dreaming about him?" His face was red again.
I sighed. "We were lovers."
Zell's eyes flew open wide and he looked up at me. "You and Seifer? But I thought you were both-"
"Straight? Nah, I'm as gay as they come. Seifer too."
"But Rinoa-"
"They were just friends. And that's the only reason I'm keeping her sorry ass around." I scowled.
"Fuck." Zell sat down on the bed and I folded my legs to make room for him. "How long?"
"My sixteenth birthday. We broke up when this happened." I ran my finger over the scar that ran from the left side of my forehead to the right side of my nose. "I was mad at him for almost making our relationship public. I wasn't ready. So I humiliated him in the showers. He was furious." I sighed again.
"You miss him." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah."
"You love him?"
"I never told him."
"But you do."
"With all my being."
Zell smiled. "If we get out of this alive, you gotta tell him."
"If we get out of this alive I'll scream it from the roof of the fucking Garden."
And something clicked. "Are we bonding?'
"Looks like it." Zell grinned.
"You tell anyone and I'll tell Quistis about your little crush on her."
Zell's eyes flew wide again. "How'd you know?!"
"Come on Zell, I roomed with you for five years. I know." A knock sounded. "Hey, speak of the devil, there she is now."
"Squall, I'll kill you!" And he tackled me and started beating me with a pillow. ""Come on in Quisty!" I yell, laughing as Zell beat me.
"What the hell! Nevermind." She sat down our clothes. "Wow, Squall's laughing, what happened while I was gone?"
I ignored her jab and pushed Zell, minus his towel, off me.
"The Hell!" Zell quickly covered himself with the pillow and turned red. Quistis blushed as well, mumbled a goodbye and quickly left.
And as if he finally realized the cowboy wasn't there, Zell asked, "Where's Irvine?"
"Downstairs getting drunk. Said we could join him. Wanna?"
"Sure, I could use a few drinks. And I'm making you stick to your promise."
"About what?"
"About screaming that you love Seifer from the roof of Garden."
"Only if we get out of this alive."
But for that reason alone, I knew I would.
A/N Hey!! Another chap for you all. I could use some more eviews thoug, I'm naught but a poor college student who thrives offof feedback. But I need some to do that. Heh. Next is after the war, starts off with the balcony scene. Can Zell really make Squall keep the promise? What do you think?
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.
Ch 4
18 (After Lunatic Pandora)
This shower was fantastic! I can only remember one shower ever being this good, on my sixteenth birthday.
The hot water washed away the blood, the sweat, and the dirt. It soothed the sore muscles in my body. Not gone, but soothed. Too much fighting for that. And way too much blood. Not enough sleep.
It's gotten to the point that even the slightest sound will wake me. My hand almost permanately rests on my gunblade. My reflexes are so sharp that I'm afraid I might hurt someone if they're not careful around me.
The other five, well four, are just as bad. Rinoa doesn't count. She's just hanging around because she likes me. I'm just letting her stay because she was Seifer's friend. He used to go hang with her when he was in Deling. He'd come back and tell me what a great person she was. How she listened to him like I did.
When she told us she was in love with him I was furious.
But she was Seifer's friend, and rather than letting her die, I saved her from those huge lizards at the parade, pulled her from the Sorceress's Memorial, and not to mention my daring space rescue. Even after I've seen the dead possessed look in my ex-lover's eyes. She was his friend, and contrary to belief, he doesn't have a lot of them. So I put up with her. Although I really, really, want to smack her.
The water turned cold and I shut it off. I gratefully wrapped a fluffy hotel towel around me waist. Zell was gong to be pissed that there was no hot water, but I can deal with that.
" 'Bout damn time Squall!!! I'm filthy!" Zell stood up from the spot on the floor that he'd obviously been sitting in for a while. Irvine had managed to keep his bloody, dirty ass off the beds.
"No hot water." I told him.
"Bastard! Now I gotta wait."
Irvine grinned from the bed that he had dubbed as his. "Take a cold one. You could use one, maybe it'll calm your hyper ass down."
Irvine ran his fingers through his wet auburn hair as Zell flipped him off.
"Hell, I'll take a cold one. I can't stand to be this gross anymore." He pulled off his blood soaked clothes on the way to the bathroom.
We had taken the girl's clothes to get cleaned earlier. They would be picking up ours in a little while. Clean clothes sounded like heaven. But until then I was stuck in nothing but this damn towel.
Irvine grinned at me and started digging in his bag. Asshole had other clothes.
"They're just PJ's." He told me when I gave him the look of death. "I'm going downstairs to get hammered. You can join me if you get your clothes back soon."
In other words he wanted to be alone for awhile.
I don't blame him. He almost killed the woman who raised us. We all now had to face that we grew up together. And he was the only one who remembered.
At least that explains what it was about Zell that I couldn't remember.
I settled myself on the other bed and as I did I heard Quistis knock. I can tell it's her. She knocks three times, loud and clear. Rinoa has a timid knock, and Selphie, like Zell, doesn't seem to know how.
"Come in." She entered and looked around. Irvine's and my clothes were together, waiting for her. Zell's were in a haphazard path to the bathroom.
"I can tell where Zell was sitting." She pointed to the red spot on the floor. "He gets more blood on him than anyone." She smiled as she picked up his clothes and wrapped all of our clothes in a towel to keep her clothes clean, for now.
"I'll be back in about an hour." She left as sank back into the pillows and closed my eyes.
His green eyes bore into me as I danced harder, running my hand over the fishnet shirt and leather pants I wore because I knew he was watching.
My dance partner, a girl from town, kept up with me, though I'm sure she had to realize that his eyes were on me, not her.
The song ended and I wove my way through the crowd to him. His red leather pants made him stick out. The black spandex shirt clung to the body underneath that I knew so well.
"I love watching you dance." He told me, pulling me in for a brief kiss.
"Dance with me. It'd be like a duel, with no blades, and more skin contact." I winked at him.
"You're smeared." He reached up and with one thumb, fixed my eyeliner. "Dance with me." I grabbed his hands and pulled him onto the dance floor.
The beat of the music consumed me, as it always does. I pressed my body to his, rocking with the music as the beat got faster. And we danced. My hands buried in his hair and our faces inches away from each other.
"Squall, I want you. Let's get out of here."
"No here, in the back." I smirked knowing I could drive him wild. "But I wanna finish the dance first." I pressed my groin against his and felt the hardness.
He growled and ran his hands over my body.
"I'll make it worth it." And I wrapped one leg around his waist and ground into him.
People stared, and we let them, our mouths and hands teasing each other. Like when Seifer pressed his front to my back and rubbed my dick through my pants. And by the time the music ended, we were both wanton and desperate.
We left the floor, heading to a dark corner in the back. He pressed me against the wall, deftly unbuttoning my pants while I struggled with the lacing on his. As soon as I had his cock in my hands I dropped to my knees, knowing we would need some lubrication. I marveled at the beauty of the man before and the freshly shaven pubic area.
I engulfed his cock in my mouth, getting him wet enough to enter me. I wanted him inside of me. And as soon as I thought there was enough there, I stood, and he pulled my pants down far enough to give him access to my hole. I wrapped my knees around his waist and his cock brushed up against me. I felt that and pushed down, the head of his swollen flesh entering my ass felt utterly amazing. I didn't want him to go slow.
"Just fuck me.' Moaning my desire into his neck.
He complied, shoving his cock all the way up, hitting that spot inside of me right away. We kept up with the music, anyone watching would just think we were dancing.
"Gods, you're so fucking tight Squall."
"Shut up Seifer, and fuck me harder." I could barely get the words out.
"Squall, say my name."
"Seifer."
"Scream it."
Shamelessly I did. I could feel Seifer coming. I could feel the hot rush of fluid invade my body.
"Squall."
"Seifer."I was about to come.
SQUALL!!!
I sat up. Zell stood in front of me wearing nothing but a towel. He was giving me a weird look. I lay back down on the bed and groaned.
"Zell, I think I'm going to kill you."
"You were moaning, I thought you were having a bad dream. And you said-"
"No Zell, I was having a very good dream. As if you can't tell by the fact that my dick is fully erect and sticking out of my towel."
"Uh." I opened my eyes and looked at him. His face was beet red. He opted to change the subject. "I think that's the most I ever heard you say." And something he said clicked in my head."
"You were going to tell me I said something?"
"Yeah. uh."
"Well?"
"Seifer."
"What the hell does he have to do about it?"
"No, that's what you said. Seifer." He looked down at the floor. "Were you dreaming about him?" His face was red again.
I sighed. "We were lovers."
Zell's eyes flew open wide and he looked up at me. "You and Seifer? But I thought you were both-"
"Straight? Nah, I'm as gay as they come. Seifer too."
"But Rinoa-"
"They were just friends. And that's the only reason I'm keeping her sorry ass around." I scowled.
"Fuck." Zell sat down on the bed and I folded my legs to make room for him. "How long?"
"My sixteenth birthday. We broke up when this happened." I ran my finger over the scar that ran from the left side of my forehead to the right side of my nose. "I was mad at him for almost making our relationship public. I wasn't ready. So I humiliated him in the showers. He was furious." I sighed again.
"You miss him." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah."
"You love him?"
"I never told him."
"But you do."
"With all my being."
Zell smiled. "If we get out of this alive, you gotta tell him."
"If we get out of this alive I'll scream it from the roof of the fucking Garden."
And something clicked. "Are we bonding?'
"Looks like it." Zell grinned.
"You tell anyone and I'll tell Quistis about your little crush on her."
Zell's eyes flew wide again. "How'd you know?!"
"Come on Zell, I roomed with you for five years. I know." A knock sounded. "Hey, speak of the devil, there she is now."
"Squall, I'll kill you!" And he tackled me and started beating me with a pillow. ""Come on in Quisty!" I yell, laughing as Zell beat me.
"What the hell! Nevermind." She sat down our clothes. "Wow, Squall's laughing, what happened while I was gone?"
I ignored her jab and pushed Zell, minus his towel, off me.
"The Hell!" Zell quickly covered himself with the pillow and turned red. Quistis blushed as well, mumbled a goodbye and quickly left.
And as if he finally realized the cowboy wasn't there, Zell asked, "Where's Irvine?"
"Downstairs getting drunk. Said we could join him. Wanna?"
"Sure, I could use a few drinks. And I'm making you stick to your promise."
"About what?"
"About screaming that you love Seifer from the roof of Garden."
"Only if we get out of this alive."
But for that reason alone, I knew I would.
A/N Hey!! Another chap for you all. I could use some more eviews thoug, I'm naught but a poor college student who thrives offof feedback. But I need some to do that. Heh. Next is after the war, starts off with the balcony scene. Can Zell really make Squall keep the promise? What do you think?
