AN: Real one at the bottom!
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Squall's mind was in heavy debate; whether to strangle the bastard right now and dump his body somewhere, or to just leave him in the city and drive back to the Garden and forget this whole stupid idea.
What the hell had I been thinking anyhow?
It seemed like that cloud of haze that had been surrounding him for days now lifted, and Squall could once again understand why he hated Seifer so much, and was left to wonder why he was helping him. Remembering something he had told Zell the first time the three were teamed up to go to Dollet, "don't take it personally Zell." Perhaps Squall should take his own advice, but then again, Seifer had never tried to fuck Zell, even if he was just being a prick.
Squall just didn't get the guy, one minute he was serious and very quiet, and the next a horny ass who won't stop molesting him. The rest of the trip went far better for Squall, as Seifer slept through the rest of it.
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When Seifer finally awoke, it was to a loud car door being slammed. What was the worst thing about the sleep spell was the grogginess and haze that didn't quite fade right afterwards.
I had it coming..
Looking to the side he noticed Squall had already left to Seifer's apartment. Seifer grudgingly followed.
He was surprised to see his things had already been packed and the apartment littered with half a dozen large boxes, each with a label, "Fu? Jin?"
The two named looked up from the box they were working on.
"Seifer man," Raijin and Fujin both went to him, "We're almost done. You don't have much man, ya know?"
Seifer looked quizzically between them before understanding, casting a quick glance at Squall who had already occupied his hands with a box and made his way downstairs.
"Squall called you?" Seifer asked after the brunette had left.
"Yeah, this morning," Fujin nodded, "he said it'd be better if we packed it for you," smiling in a surprised way, "was considerate of him, don't you think?"
"Yeah," Seifer trailed. Now he felt bad again. He was surprised Squall had even considered how'd Seifer feel about strangers going through his stuff. "Gah, I'm an idiot," Seifer ran a hand roughly through his hair.
"What did you do to him?" Fuji raised an eyebrow over her patch; a strange habit of hers.
"I molested him in the truck on the way here," he hung his head with a groan. Raijin and Fujin couldn't help but chuckle, Raijin patted him on the back.
"I told myself to not to fuck with him, but I couldn't help myself," he mumbled.
"You," Fujin stopped her question upon hearing footsteps approaching, "let's finish the last box."
Seifer breathed out deeply, and decided to get his ass in gear and move his junk. Squall was preoccupied as he mechanically moved the boxes, it didn't take long before those had all been moved and all that was left was the furniture. Squall went to lift one end of the couch but Seifer shooed him off, "I'll grab that with Raijin,"
"I can lift it," he glared.
"Well, it's my couch, so I'll take it," Seifer kneeled and readied to life it, "besides, it might be too much for you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean," Squall growled, ready for a fight, he was still annoyed as hell from earlier.
Seifer sighed and stood, looking down at the vicious brunette, "Just as it sounds, you're a small guy. You'd probably hurt yourself trying," he knew he'd get it for that, but it was kinda the truth, Squall was petite.
Squall clenched his jaw, "Funny how I still managed to beat you."
"You never beat me at anything," Seifer frowned, "I let you."
"Like hell you did, bastard," Squall face inches from Seifer's, his eyes the colour of ice.
"Yeah, I did," Seifer lifted his head higher, staring down his nose, infuriating Squall further, "you couldn't even fight me off when I was drunk," a small smirk now etched on, "or is that because you didn't want to?"
Squall's eyes narrowed dangerously, full of contempt, "you only wish," he answered viciously, "I was trying not to hurt you. Since you're so fucking strong, life your own shit," turning briskly he left the apartment; one could swear the air dropped a few degrees behind him.
Seifer's smirk dropped, and he let out a breath he was holding.
"What are you doing Seifer?" Fujin asked quietly.
"Nothing," not waiting for Raijin at the other end, he lifted the couch, "lets get this over with."
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Seifer thanked them afterwards, and spent the trip back in complete silence with Squall. Still feeling some of the effects of the spell, he decided to sleep through the trip.
"Get up," Squall sat in the drivers seat, watching the lazy blond as he slowly stirred.
Could he take any longer?
Squall had a lot of things to attend to, and sleeping beauty wasn't one of them. He walked around the front and opened the door, the passenger door which coincidently Seifer was leaning on. The blond realized too late and was fully awake when he hit the gravel.
Squall looked down at him, smirked and then walked to the back to unload.
"Bastard," Seifer grumbled, lifting himself off the ground. That actually hurt.
"Be careful with my stuff," Seifer muttered as Squall began dumping the boxes to the ground.
Oh uh, I shouldn't have said that.
The moment the words left his mouth, he only saw brown as a box came flying at him, he managed to grab the box but its momentum caused him to fall flat on his ass, and unable to brace himself he landed in a jarring shock. "Shit man! What is it that time of month for you or what?" he cried out.
Squall straightened, his back to Seifer, turning and jumping down gracefully from the back of the truck, he stopped before the blond and crossed his arms to study the grumbling blond calmly, "You can take care of this and move it yourself," he coolly said before walking off.
I can't fucking pick this stuff up myself. Dammit!
"Jeez, someone forgot to suck your dick this morning," Seifer replied from the ground, loudly enough for the retreating man to hear.
Squall paused, turning halfway, "No, that's just what you would like," he seemed completely and unnervingly relaxed as he continued to walk away.
"Fucks sake, you're sensitive," Seifer picked himself up, frowning deeply. He hated apologizing, especially to Squall, "I'm sorry alright?"
"You just need me to help you with your things," he snorted.
"Yes I do alright. Do you enjoy having that over me?" Seifer was getting irritated now.
"I couldn't care less," Squall said distantly.
"Fine, then get the hell out of here, I don't need this shit from you," Seifer climbed inside and began moving the rest out to the gravel.
Squall looked back, standing still for a few minutes before doing just that.
"Great," Seifer sighed, looking at the large couch, "how the hell am I going to move that?"
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A few hours later, miraculously, everything had been moved in, and an exhausted Seifer lay slumped and draped over the evil heavy couch. He didn't know how he managed, but he did, and his tired body was clear evidence.
The phone rang, and knowing only Squall knew his number, he groaned, and groaned again once he realized the phone was next to the bed in the other room.
He lifted his useless limbs and went into the bedroom; his dorm was bigger than the apartment he had, ironically. He had been supplied with an instructors quarters.
"What?" he answered into the phone wearily.
"Quistis is going to be waiting for you in the library in thirty minutes," the Commander's voice answered, sounding husky over the line, "You don't have a say. If you don't show up, then Zell will come to your dorm instead. Pick your option."
Ugh, not chicken, that man was always high on something.
"Fine, whatever. Bye." Seifer hung up and fell on the bed. It wasn't as comfortable as his couch, being far too firm for his liking, he thought of ways to break in the bed and smirked a little. He lay completely still for exactly thirty minutes before unhappily heading to the library; anything but the chicken.
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Quistis was sitting in a chair at a table, having left him a chair across from her. She smiled at Seifer once he showed up. She also noted a few students whispering.
"Hello, Seifer. How did the move go?"
"Just peachy," he fell into the hard chair and yelped, immediately regretting it.
"You okay?" She asked worried.
"I'm fine," he grumbled, "the Lioness decided to have some fun at my expense earlier, s'all." Quistis giggled despite his glare, His ass hurt from the fall.
"I'm sure you didn't do anything to deserve that," she teased.
"What's this meeting for?" he leaned an elbow on the table, resting his cheek against his fist, getting some pressure off his lower back and ass.
"Getting you ready for your class," she opened a book, which Seifer frightfully noticed was one of several others on the table.
"My class? I'm going to be taking classes again," he widened his gleaming green eyes.
"No, no," she grinned, "you're going to be teaching one."
He merely groaned, "What the hell am I going to be teaching?"
"Don't worry Seifer, it's actually something completely up your alley, combat 314."
"Three what? Translate," he eyed her.
"Don't you remember that class?" she shook her head, "never mind. It's concerned with finding your opponents weak points and manipulating them to your advantage. In other words, to fight dirty," she smiled sweetly, "See? Completely up your alley."
"Thanks," he looked around the library lazily before turning back to her," guess I should be happy it's not chemistry."
"Oh no, Squall wouldn't do that," she put on her glasses, "he does want the students to actually pass the class after all."
Seifer blinked once, was Quistis being a smart ass now too? The world had been turned upside down, Seifer was an instructor, at the Garden no less, and Quistis was actually burning him and he couldn't think of a single smart remark back.
"Let's get this over with then," he yawned, getting sleepy already, "Ouch!" He jerked his other hand back from where had been lying a moment ago on the desk, "what the hell?" he glared at Quistis as she put away the small whip.
"Squall advised me to use force if necessary to keep your attention," she shrugged," you were starting to fade, so I whipped your hand."
"Perfect," he waved his injured hand, "go on already. I'm tired."
"Okay, first rule; knowing the element and fighting style of your enemy."
This was going to be one hell of a session.
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"How'd it go? Squall asked as he read over a document, seated in his office.
"That was a great idea of yours," Quistis answered thoughtfully, "although Seifer is going to be nursing his bruised hand for a while."
Squall nodded absentmindedly, sensing a twisted pleasure at Seifer's pain, "Good, that's all then Quistis. Thank you."
Quistis saluted and left, shaking her head a little. She could have sworn he smiled a little when she answered; those two were really a strange pair.
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Seifer was bored.
It was around eight in the evening, and there was nothing to do. What did he usually do? He was the DC then, and they'd harass students. Now though, he couldn't do that. He frowned, he didn't feel like being in a close group either.
Hell, it was a great night to go to a club.
How the hell was he going to get to one? He decided to ask Squall for a car, seeing he's an instructor now, it would only seem right.
"That's settled," he said to himself and went to change into more appropriate attire. He looked to the queen size black iron bared bed, with his old black sheets adhering to the bed. His room was simple; the bedroom wasn't too large, a nightstand with a red and black lamp cast a soft hint of reddish light when lit. A large closet and bare walls. He didn't want to bother with the bedroom, he only went in there to sleep, well mostly anyhow. He had set all his plants in the living room, he found himself smiling a little whenever the light coming through the windows kissed the leaves, a calming bright green.
Seifer decided on a pair of cream slacks that draped down his muscular legs, hugging them slightly, enough to show off the powerful build. With a black button down shirt, leaving a tease of the chest, and his always visible collar around his neck.
Slipping on his gloves and boots, he headed to Squall's office. He'd bet chicken's hot dogs that Squall was still there.
He walked into the greeting room, where normally an assistant would be, but it didn't look like Squall had one from the bareness of the desk. Seifer walked in without knocking, almost hoping to catch Squall at something embarrassing. No such luck, the pretty man was busy scribbling away furiously, a hand through his hair holding the wild mane back, deep concentration on his face.
Seifer sauntered over to stand besides Squall, leaning back and partially sitting on the desk with his hands tucked into his pockets.
Squall ignored the taller man, and Seifer stood there for several minutes, silently watching him, a cool expression on his face. Squall breathed deeply, leaning back in his chair to glare up, "What now?"
Seifer smiled charmingly, causing Squall's heart to flutter a little, "I'm flattered you noticed I was here." Squall growled lowly, unable to not notice that Seifer looked gorgeous in that outfit, and the way the shirt hugged the perfect body caused Squall to flush a little.
Contrary to how he felt, Squall muttered, "your mere presence irritates me, so what do you want already?" Squall rubbed the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes closed.
"You almost make it sound like you aren't happy to see me," Seifer said innocently.
Squall just glared up at him from his chair, causing Seifer to grin at the sight; he always thought Squall trying to look mean was just too cute, like a kitten trying to be ferocious. Seeing the grin, Squall's frown only deepened.
"Careful, you'll give your pretty face wrinkles," Seifer chuckled.
"If you have nothing to say, get out." Squall turned back to the sheet he'd been scribbling on.
Okay, change of plan. Seifer thought with amusement.
"Alright then, I think you need to lighten up, and I know just the place for that," Seifer snatched the paper from Squall's grasp, "lets go."
"Hey!" Squall grabbed at the notes, he'd been writing that for an hour.
Seifer raised his hand just out of Squall's reach, reminding the pretty young man of the height difference. Seifer smirked with delight at Squall's distress, "Damn," Seifer cried out harshly when Squall's fist connected with his stomach, causing him to double over enough for Squall to get the paper.
"You are one feisty little bitch," Seifer shook his head with an even larger smirk.
"Would you just leave," Squall said, exasperated.
"If you insist," Seifer said softly. Squall let out a long breath, placing the pages down, but noticing the blond was still next to him.
Before Squall knew what was happening he felt himself lifted and flung over Seifer's broad shoulder, as if he had weighed nothing.
"You're coming with me though," Seifer stated simply, ignoring the protesting boy on him as he marched out of the office with his prize, heading to Squall's room, "but first, we need to dress you up."
"PUT. ME. DOWN." Squall growled.
"In a minute," to add to the insult Seifer patted Squall's vulnerable ass, causing the boy to squirm and try to get free again. Punching the code in, Seifer entered Squall's dorm and then bedroom, dropping Squall unceremoniously on the bed with a wide smile. Squall tried to compose himself, glaring at the bastard blond.
"Now let's see what you own besides black," Seifer peeked into the closet as Squall tried to control his rage, breathing deeply, "how did you know my code?"
"I have my ways," Seifer replied, "damn, kinky," he whistled and pulled out a pair of leather bondage pants.
"Stop going through my things," Squall jumped to his feet and grabbed the pants from him, "get out of my room you pervert."
"How about this shirt with those pants?" Seifer ignored him as he pulled out a silk shirt.
"STOP IT!" Squall cried out, "I'm not going anywhere, and especially not with you."
Seifer blinked at him, "Why not?"
Squall forced himself to breath, "Because you'd probably try to fuck me again," he pulled the shirt out of Seifer's slack grip and then tried to push the man away from his closet, "now get out."
"What if I promise not to try?" Seifer didn't budge, "sides. I'm going out to find some game tonight, not that your stiff boring ass wouldn't be great fun to fuck," he smirked impishly, causing a pretty flush on the pale cheeks to appear. Quickly Squall recovered, his jaw clenched, "then go do whatever you want and leave me alone."
"Oh come on, let's get you dressed." Seifer reached for Squall's belts, and just as quickly had his hand shoved aside, "Hands off!" Squall backed up.
"Then dress yourself," Seifer answered sternly, "or would you like me to dress you myself?" He grinned lecherously, licking his lips.
"Like hell that'll happen," Squall crossed his arms, "I'm not going anywhere."
"Okay then, guess I'll have to dress you. It will be my pleasure," Seifer's smile widened and he reached for Squall's pants again.
Squall got out of his grasp as quickly as a cat, "You wouldn't dare," he icily watched him.
"Oh wouldn't I?" Seifer's annoyingly beautiful eyes glistened with pure delight, "Is that a challenge?"
Squall's eyes went wide as the blond lunged at him, tackling him and sending them both to the ground with a loud thud. Squall felt hands everywhere, and before he knew it his belts were being tossed to the side within seconds. Seifer was crushing the smaller man who was squirming underneath him as he began to undress him, he forced himself not to enjoy it too much although hell he was enjoying it immensely, especially Squall's stream of protests at the invasion.
"Get off me of I'll kill you!" He cried out, feeling hands at his pants and hearing the zipper being pulled down, his mind in a panic he tried to cast every spell he could think of but to no avail. Seifer wouldn't fall for the same trick again.
"FINE, I'll dress myself," he surrendered, panting, "I'll just leave after you've entertained yourself with someone." He sat up when Seifer finally got off, although he noted the bastard took his time getting off him. Squall frowned at the triumphant smile.
Squall tried to regain what little dignity he had left and zipped up his pants, his pale face red with embarrassment and agitation. He has never been molested as often as within these past weeks.
Seifer felt a sudden urge to kiss the flushed pink lips, but stood instead to seat himself on the edge of Squall's bed, "Alright then, let's get going." He hid whatever he was thinking very well.
Squall eyed him, "I'm not changing in front of you."
"Suit yourself," Seifer flopped back on his the bed, grinning, and deciding poor Squall has had enough for now.
Squall didn't trust Seifer not to look so he grabbed whatever the blond had picked out, not something he wanted to wear, but it didn't matter, he was going to take off the minute Seifer looked away. He changed in the bathroom, much to Seifer's disappointment, and once back in the room Seifer sat up and critiqued the waif-like brunette.
"Hmm, not bad, but something's missing." He approached the weary man, who watched him like a hawk, "maybe a little accessory and some gel for your hair."
Seifer had to admit, in his head though, that Squall would look good in rags, it really didn't matter what the blue-eyed beauty wore.
"Where do you keep your gel?" Seifer glanced around the bathroom.
"In front of you," he answered flatly. The silk shirt he wore flowed close to the skin, accentuating the lines of the built body underneath, with the griever necklace settling at the centre of the pale smooth chest. The bondage pants, with their excessive chains, belts and hoops, hugged him like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. It looked like he had walked in a bath of oil. Seifer was honestly surprised Squall owned something like that, and wondered if that had been Rinoa's idea.
After a few minutes of adjusting the wild mane of chocolate locks, and the addition of a few small touches, Squall was ready, and feeling like a complete idiot.
"Not bad, Leonheart," Seifer admired, "I might have to keep an eye on you tonight, incase any vultures come after you."
"I can take care of myself," he muttered, "Let's just get this over with."
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Later, they had arrived finally at Seifer's favorite club. It was kind of surreal to be back here now, with Squall; it felt like he was mixing two different lives.
"This place?" Squall asked skeptically; it looked like a dirty sleazy club.
"Yes, best place around here," Seifer beamed and wrapped his arm around the slender tense shoulders, "you'll love it."
"I doubt that very much," Squall shrugged the arm off and headed in, only to be stopped by a beefy hand around his upper arm; he glared with indignation at the stranger.
"Hey, its fine man. He's with me," Seifer reassured the bouncer.
"Seifer," he released Squall immediately, "Sorry, he looked a little young," still eyeing Squall.
Squall folded his arms and looked away, bored.
"Its fine, he's legal," Seifer smirked, and they both chuckled at a private joke, Squall shrugged and studied the young crowd going in.
"Where you been Seifer? Vixen's been missing you," the bouncer grinned. Seifer had found out a while back that Sammy had a thing for the pretty young girl. He didn't doubt Sammy had loved the opportunity to make his move on the girl with Seifer nowhere to be seen.
"Been busy, but I'm here now to show my friend a good time. I'll seeya later," with that Seifer walked in and breathed in that familiar musty scent with a large smile, "Ah, home."
Squall snorted and walked straight to the bar; at least he can drink something to numb his senses and make the horrible music playing bearable.
Seifer stuck to him, joining him at the bar. Before Squall could order, the girl behind the bar cooed at Seifer, and went into a long series of babbles along the lines of "I've missed you" blah blah.
Squall eyed the two chatting, having nothing better to do, he watched Seifer smile at the girl and make her blush. The bastard was so cocky.
"Drink for Squall and I tonight," Seifer, once again wrapped an unwelcome arm around Squall, pulling the man close. He didn't react much but to pull out of the grasp.
"Oh, why hello Squall," the girl grinned, her eyes drinking him in, "where have you been hiding him Seifer," she purred.
"Keeping him to myself," Seifer smirked possessively. Squall rolled his eyes and downed the drink prepared. Turning his back on them, he looked around the large club. He was ready to go home, this was not his scene.
"Come on, lets go work the place," Seifer nudged him, while handing him another drink which he downed quickly, "hey, take it easy on those, they're stronger than usual."
"Whatever," the stronger the better in Squall's mind.
"Try to have a little fun, will ya?" Seifer eyed the glorious array of flesh and hot young bodies, licking his lips. It didn't take long for someone to catch Seifer's eye, and he started towards them.
Squall watching the retreating back, first in relief, and then in realization that came too late that Seifer had planned this too well; the bastard had the car keys.
Squall sighed and decided to go hide in the washrooms for a while, the music was giving him a headache. He noticed by poor design, or by very clever design, one had to cross the dance floor to get to the bathrooms. He pushed his way through a sea of sweaty bodies as they swayed to the repetitive music.
Seifer wasn't kidding about that drink.
His head spun slightly, with a welcoming numbness.
He made his way finally, after a few failed attempts by some of the dancers to have him join them. He sighed heavily as he washed his face with some cold water. What was he thinking? Why didn't he even play along? He hated to admit it but he liked the attention he was receiving from the blond. It made him feel important to someone, but a sound interrupted him.
A rowdy man stumbled to the urinal; Squall did not desire to see that and left quickly. He stood at the side a table, looking around in a daze. His mind drifted for what felt like hours before he wondered where Seifer was, the bastard better not run off with the car and his 'game' as he called it. He went to find him and take the keys; he wanted to go home already.
He unhappily crossed the dance floor again, not paying attention until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist and pulled him back against a warm body that was gyrating to the music.
Squall tried to pull away but the stranger, a taller grey haired young man only held him tighter, a seductive smile on his full lips as he turned Squall so as to face him.
Squall stared in surprise, unmoving, as the stranger pulled Squall's hips against his own tightly, elating a gasp from the beauty as he ground his hips into Squalls.
Squall put his hands against the man's damp naked chest to push away, noticing then how built the man was. The stranger's dark eyes raking over Squall, undressing him as his grind reminded Squall of what was going on.
Squall blinked, snapping out of his daze and breaking contact with those lust filled eyes pouring into his and threatening to infect him with the same, he tried to shove the man away, only to have the man's breath on his ear, "dance with me beautiful," his muffled voice purred.
Squall gasped before he could stop himself when the man's obvious erection pressed against his upper thigh; the man let out a loud moan as he watched Squall. Squall could feel his body react, fire burning through him into his groin. He tried to pull away again, he couldn't behave like this, why is he letting the man do this to him, and yet he wanted it.
The man was determined to not let Squall go without a fight, he had never seen a hotter man. The brunette was pure sensuality, in the way he swayed his hips, to the gorgeous lithe body and breath taking eyes. His eyes landed on the lush full lips, which looked so delectable, he had to taste them.
Squall was shocked when the man plundered his mouth, devouring his lips hungrily, like a man struggling for a breath.
Squall forced his moan to die in his throat as the warmth of the other's lips became a burning that he couldn't help but close his eyes to, the desire in them overpowering him and making his head spin. His mind flooded with images of what those deep dark eyes had said without words, and he felt himself weaken into the man's grasp.
How he wanted to just have the beautiful stranger fuck him right there scared him, and he finally forced himself to break the kiss and shove the man back hard; he took off before the other man could recover, finding his own breath coming hard and fast.
Squall ran out into the cool air, his heart beating rapidly as his uneven breathing loud to his ears as he tried to shake off the lust flowing through him. What just happened? Why did he make out with someone he didn't even know, and why did he want it so bad? Oh Hyne.
Squall closed his eyes, placing his hand over his face as tried to collect himself and feel the last of the desire die out.
"You alright?" A deep voice asked. Squall jumped a little and turned to the sound, letting out a long somewhat shaky breath when he saw a concerned Seifer standing in front of him.
"Yeah," he nodded, sighing. Seifer studied him momentarily, an odd expression on his face.
"Let's call it a night," Seifer announced after the silence, a frown playing on those fine features.
"What about your game?" Squall asked.
"I couldn't very well bring her to the Garden now, could I?" Seifer answered irritably.
Squall wondered if that was the case, then why did he bother to come here in the first place, but he kept the question to himself.
They got back to the car, each in his thoughts. Seifer drove while Squall gazed out the window, sometimes feeling Seifer's eyes on him. He finally grew awkward by the silence and turned on the radio. He flicked around, searching for a decent song, when Seifer snapped at him, "Turn that crap off. There's nothing good on."
"It's boring otherwise," Squall continued searching.
Seifer glared at him. Squall flicked around for another moment before Seifer's hand came smashing into the radio, breaking it.
"What the hell did you do that for? You're paying for that, you realize." He glared at the driver, who looked ready to kill.
"I told you to stop that," not making excuses.
"Fuck you," Squall whispered angrily, and sat back.
Seifer laughed sarcastically and Squall just stared, "what is wrong with you?" he asked Seifer irritably.
"Nothing, I'm just perfect," Seifer smirked, but even that was different, there was an edge to it. Seifer seemed really pissed, and the driving was reflecting that as he grew reckless.
Squall narrowed his eyes, "Stop the car."
"No," Seifer didn't hesitate.
"I'm driving, stop the car." Squall said again.
"You can't order me around Leonheart, I'm not your lackey," Seifer hissed.
"Stop the car," Squall repeated and getting no response, he reached over and pulled the keys out of the ignition, causing the safety shut down to kick in and the car stopped.
"The hell Leonheart?" Seifer exploded at him.
"I'm not getting killed because of your driving. I'm driving," Squall held Seifer's glare, not backing off. Just what the hell was he so pissed about anyhow?
"I'm not going to get us killed," Seifer reached for the keys, "give me the damned keys."
"No," Squall pulled his hand back, "I'm not getting killed because you're pissed you didn't get some pussy."
"Give me those damned keys Leonheart," Seifer threatened.
"Forget it," he stated, leaving no room for argument, "If you have a death wish, you can do it on your own. I'm not letting you kill us both."
"You're one to talk, you little slut," Seifer said through clenched teeth, his face now inches from Squall's, whose bright eyes widened, "what are you talking about?" Squall asked confused.
"The great Commander," Seifer snorted, smirking wickedly, "Who makes out with complete strangers, but doesn't have the balls to be honest and just go fuck the guy in the bathroom. Instead you make yourself seem all pious and shit, fucking coward."
"What business is it of yours what I do?" Squall snapped back hotly, "Especially coming from someone who would fuck anything with two legs."
"Fucking hypocrite," Seifer closed the distance between them save an inch, his jade eyes piercing Squall with a burning bitterness and anger, "At least I admit it, you try to act like you don't like it, but you do, you little fucking slut."
Squall let out a shuddered breath, "Fuck the hell off, who are you to judge me?" Squall spat back, before he caught something in those eyes threatening to burn through him, "You're jealous?" he whispered with amusement and surprise.
Seifer laughed, "Jealous of what? You're easy; if I was serious you'd be begging me to fuck you."
"Is that why you keep attacking me then?" Squall shoved the man back, his closeness irritating him, "Since I'm so easy?"
"Slut, I could have you whenever I wanted," Seifer grabbed Squall's face roughly, a strange smirk on his face, "to think that's all I ever needed to do."
Before Squall could protest Seifer's mouth was ravishing his own, the heat unbearable. Seifer's arm held him tightly against him, as his kiss grew deeper, greedier, to the point Squall was struggling to breath. Seifer would not budge, no matter how hard he struggled; the older man was overpowering him.
The fingers were bruising his face they were holding him so roughly, as Seifer continued to rape Squall's mouth. Squall protested, a muffled sound against the invading lips, he needed air.
Seifer finally broke it, panting as he shared Squall's own desperate breath, the smaller man shuddered.
They stared at each other then, both trying to catch their breath, Seifer's eyes took on a strange haze, studying Squall as if for the first time seeing him, Squall like a cat was waiting for Seifer's grip around his waist to loosen before he took his chance to escape.
Seifer's expression softened, his brows knitting together as he exhaled deeply, years of pain sounding through it. He let Squall go and sat back in his seat. Squall sat perfectly still, uncertain of what to do, but watching Seifer closely.
"I don't think I'll ever understand you Squall," he said heavily, his voice low and husky in the silent car.
Squall's eyes fixed on the dashboard as he wondered what to say.
Seifer leaned his head back on the headrest, rolling it against it to gaze at the mysterious boy. "You'll happily make out with someone you don't even know, but wouldn't even give me the time of day for all those years," Squall stared at Seifer, the blond looking defeated and broken.
"You hated me," Squall defended himself; "All you did was pick fights and insult me."
"I only did that afterwards, after I gave up," Seifer smiled sadly, "you don't remember our childhood do you?"
"Not really," Squall admitted, looking away.
"Probably for the best," Seifer sighed, "it's all in the past anyhow."
Squall wanted to say something but he felt honestly lost, "I'm not very good with my feelings," he mumbled, "I don't know what you expect me to say."
"I don't expect anything," Seifer reached for the keys laying prone in the other's hand and taking them easily, "like I said, that's in the past."
Squall sighed, and sat back, slumping in the seat.
He felt strange. One part of him was screaming with joy that Seifer had felt like that towards him, another part was scared, and sad that he never noticed. He'd only recently began to understand how he felt towards Seifer, finally began to accept that he really would want more from the statuesque blond, but he just couldn't.
Seifer started the car and drove far more calmly now. Squall had lost his chance, he felt. Seifer noticed Squall hadn't actually shown repulsion at his little confession, but he had ruined what relationship they had already, things were just different between them from the very start, no longer like when they were younger.
Maybe the sorceress war had matured them to the point where boyish arrogance couldn't be enough to hide how they felt, but not enough to allow to them to approach the matter. Seifer felt better at least for coming out and saying it, though he had tried to push aside what he felt, he couldn't.
Seeing Squall kissing someone else had been a breaking point, he had never felt so possessive of anyone or anything. All he had thought of was Squall when tried to pick up a girl tonight, and had then sought him out only to see him with someone. He couldn't believe how Squall was making him feel, and he felt angry towards Squall stupidly for making him feel like this, so helpless.
Just shut up Seifer, please.
He sighed, and obeyed his own command.
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They both left to their dorms without any words. Seifer pretty much went straight to bed, while Squall lay awake in thought. The day came too soon.
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Several days later, Squall found Quistis after her class with Zell was done; needing to speak to her in private. "You seem upset about something," she said once they were in her dorm.
Squall rubbed his neck, feeling awkward, "I," he sighed, "I don't know what to do about something," he said in one breath, "I need your advice," he stopped to look at her, a fear within those wide pools of grey-blue "you can't discuss this with anyone."
"You know I don't, but I promise anyhow," she listened as he began, walking a little before settling on the edge of the seat next to her, his arms folded.
"I'm, no, it's just. Oh Hyne, I'm just not very good with these kinds of things," he felt awkward, hanging his head in his hands.
"What's this about?"
"A few nights ago, no actually, things have been strange for months," he frowned as he thought back, "I don't understand them really."
Quistis very patiently listened without interruption; Squall would eventually get to the core of it himself. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, he also decided just how much he was going to tell her, although she had become a semi-confident since he'd taken over his new position, he still didn't feel the openness he envied others when it came so easily to them.
"A few nights ago, Seifer forced me to come along to a club with him," he finally said.
Quistis tried not to smile; she had known it was about the blond. Both the boys had been acting strange, but she had chalked it up to their unpredictability.
"But afterwards, he said something that I can't get out of my mind," he spoke softly, as if afraid to speak louder and shatter the illusion that he was speaking to himself. He found that was one of the few ways that calmed him and almost tricked his mind into being more open, and Quistis tried not to speak much and disrupt that illusion. It seemed to work for Squall, so she played along.
"He said, that for years he had tried to get my attention," a strained expression etched on his almost feminine features, "but I ignored him," his voice sounded pained as he continued, "and he just decided to pick fights, when that didn't work out."
"You always were clueless to people's feelings towards you," she offered gently, although not wanting to, she knew she let some of her own hurt sound in her voice. He didn't want to look to see her expression at the moment; he would rather not recall that whole affair.
Worried she had frightened Squall out of his next words, "what did you say to him?"
"I didn't say anything. I couldn't! But I wanted to," Squall muttered.
"I think most people noticed that Seifer treated you differently from everyone else. It's really not surprising to hear that," she pointed out.
"It wasn't obvious to me," he said flatly.
"Would it have mattered then?" he looked up at her question, searching her bright eyes, "you weren't ready to allow anyone in Squall," she offered a tender smile, Squall found the smile reassuring and he let out a deep sigh.
"I know you're right, I want to argue with myself that that's not the case, but I can't," he slumped back in the chair, "it doesn't matter now anyhow."
"Why not?" She asked.
"Things change. Seifer himself said that it was all in the past now," he shrugged with a little sad smile, "it doesn't matter. I don't even know why I brought this up."
"Squall, you can't possibly buy that," honestly surprised at his words, "why would he even tell you that if it didn't matter?"
"I don't know," he admitted, "Maybe because he was hurt," he offered.
"Hurt?"
"I think he got jealous because I kissed a guy that night," his conclusion now seeming stupid even to him once he said those words.
Quistis's eyes widened momentarily, a chuckle escaping her lips, "And you believe he doesn't care about you anymore?"
"I- I guess it doesn't add up," he stared at the ground.
"Squall, I think you're missing something important here," he forced his eyes to meet hers, hiding the turmoil in his mind and heart, "Do you care, about Seifer?"
"I," he thought a moment, "I don't know."
"You need to talk to him, you already know that."
"What am I going to say?" He looked like a lost child, his beautiful cobalt eyes wide and vulnerable. She lost herself in those great pools momentarily before answering, "Just tell him whatever you feel," she shrugged, "I might not know him, but I don't think he'll laugh at you if you did that."
"Yeah," he bit his lip, "I guess I can't make it any worse than it is already."
Quistis smiled, "I hope it does work out between you two. Always thought you'd make a great couple,"
"You did?" He raised a brow.
She giggled, "Yeah, just all that tension between you. That would easily translate to something else," his pale cheeks coloured at the meaning, she quickly added, "besides, a couple of good looking guys like you two."
He shook his head, "You are an odd one."
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Later that night, Seifer was watching an old movie of Laguna's, one he had always loved as a child, when he dreamed about being a hero, of being somebody. He heard the knock and ignored it, but it insisted again and he got up, adjusting his loose sweats; he tried to wear as little as possible when he could, clothes were too restrictive.
"What?" He opened the door to frown at the pretty man in front of him, "Leonheart," was his greeting.
"Can I come in?" Squall asked uncertainly.
Seifer eyed him oddly, thinking it over, "yeah, why not."
Moving away and sitting back down. Squall sat at the other end of the couch, watching the image of his father in a cheap knight get up with a very obviously plastic sword, "You're actually watching this?" Squall groaned, flinching a little.
"Hey, I used to love this shit as a kid," Seifer just gave him an odd look, "but you didn't come to watch a movie, so get to your point."
"No, I wanted to talk to you," he cleared his throat. Seifer watching the smaller man fidget, trying to hide his face from Seifer, as if his gaze burned.
Was Squall nervous?
It was absolutely delicious watching the nervous beauty. He was tempted to continue enjoying the struggle, but decided to help the boy out when he felt his own feelings surface a little. He didn't want to start thinking along those lines again, he forced, reluctantly, his delight at seeing Squall again away. He had been hoping to run into the man since their not-so-successful trip, partially wanting to see how he reacted when he did see him.
Right now, he tried to make his expression and tone as neutral as possible, though a warmth seemed to surge through him, and a relief at seeing Squall as well as having him talk to him.
"Well?" He probed.
Taking a deep breath, Squall decided to stop being so stupid about the matter, "What you mentioned back in the car," Squall gazed up, needing to see Seifer's reaction as he searched those incredibly rich jade, "did you mean what you had said?"
"For the most part," Seifer tensed a little, "I'll admit I was a little harsh."
"What you said about the past, about us," Squall tested.
"Us? There isn't any us," Seifer decided it best to feign ignorance, although he was at risk of it anyhow, "What are you driving at?"
"I'd like there to be," Squall said quietly, his tone shy and trusting; it caught Seifer completely off guard. He must have looked really stupid because he saw Squall smile a little in amusement.
Deciding to finally take a risk, Squall took a deep breath as he stood and moved in front of the frozen figure of Seifer on the couch. Seifer looked up at him in bewilderment as Squall knelt one knee down on the couch next to Seifer's leg, with one hand resting on the couch next to Seifer's head, he leaned in slowly, giving the stunned blond enough time to escape if he wished to.
Seifer's eyes were wide, his heart pounding as the scent of Squall filled his lungs as he leaned in close enough that they shared a rapid warm breath. Squall's eyes darkened with emotion, an emotion Seifer had never seen there before; a trust and warmth, and, desire?
I must be dreaming .Holy fucking Hyne.
Squall's free hand reached up to touch that beautiful golden skin, for once having left his gloves off as he touched the warm skin as if testing the reality of the situation, his thumb traced Seifer's lower lip slowly, coaxing those inviting lips to part as Squall trembled slightly with the force of what he was doing, what he was finally doing. His heart jumped when he saw Seifer's lashes lower a little at the touch, a soft moan escaping those delectable lips. Squall couldn't hold back anymore, he hadn't planned on it being this way, but his desire for the angelic man drove his actions, as he captured those soft lips with his own.
Seifer froze at the sudden warmth, but those full lips pulled at his so gently, so hesitantly that Seifer groaned with building desire for more. He found his arms wrapping around the slender waist and pulling him closer to him.
Squall's soft moan was all he could take before he deepened the hesitant kiss, their lips kneading each other, the kiss growing hungrier as their desire for each other mounted with every moment.
It felt so good, that Seifer broke the kiss when he realized that this was Squall that was making him feel this good, he leaned back enough to view the flushed cheeks of the Commander, Squall was panting, almost trembling in his arms.
"Squall, are you sure of what you're doing? You're not going to suddenly change your mind and hate me for it?" Seifer forced his frenzied pulse and mind to calm down; he was having difficulty concentrating on what he was saying as he watching those dark lowered lashes quiver a little when Seifer caressed Squall's side. Oh Hyne, don't look at me like that if you don't want me, please. I wouldn't be able to take that.
"This is the first time I've ever been so certain of anything, Seifer," Squall's voice was strong, and clear, his eyes absent of their earlier haze as he gazed at Seifer. He needed the other to know he wasn't just speaking from desire, he knew that was what the blond was worried about, Seifer would never take advantage of Squall like that.
Squall moved his hand into the blonde's thick hair, fingers moving through silken gold as he again moved his lips to the others, speaking gently against them, "I mean it, if you'll have me," he breathed, he felt himself weaken within Seifer's arms, the hands never stopping the soft caresses along his sides, causing shivers of pleasure to shoot through him.
"Fuck," Seifer swore as he ravished that hot mouth, he no longer cared if he was dreaming; this was too wonderful a dream. He moved his hands up that smooth back to hold the brunette to him, his tongue finding its way into that beautiful mouth, and how sweet he tasted. Every fantasy he had about the brunette paled in comparison, Squall's tongue found his as he rubbed back against him, moaning into Seifer's mouth as he too tasted the blond, needing more of him.
Squall gripped Seifer's hair painfully tight as he pressed himself against that hard body, unable to restrain a shudder when he felt the hardened erection pressing against his ass. His hips ground down into it, wanted to feel it closer, without that confounded material in between, he heard a deep groan of pleasure against his lips, only causing his own aching erection to harden and lengthen.
Seifer hands fell to Squall's hips when he felt the tease grind down against his straining manhood, letting Seifer also feel the other's hardness as it pressed against Seifer's stomach. Breaking the kiss, Seifer caught his breath and roughly dragged the tease down to the couch, pressing Squall's back to the couch, "Hyne Squall," he whispered hoarsely when Squall arched his back to rub his need into his, "you can't do that if you expect me to take it easy on you," Seifer pushed the white shirt up to reveal more of that slender build of pale beauty, his hands greedily feeling that soft skin.
"Don't take it easy on me," Squall whispered back, his tone heavy with desire. His soft hands roaming the bare torso on top of him, burning him with his soft touches, Seifer felt a twinge in his groin and wondered if he would burst.
Seifer coaxed the other man's tongue into his mouth, sucking and caressing it with need, feeling the lithe body writhing underneath him. Squall was making the sexiest sounds he had ever heard, and making it very difficult for Seifer to not start pounding that tight ass raw, to make him scream in abandon.
Seifer stopped to pull Squall's shirt off, unable to take his eyes off Squall's face. The pale cheeks were flushed with pink, his teeth biting into a kiss bruised lower lip as Squall seemed to strain to hold back, the absolute lust in those stunning eyes made Seifer's moan as he pawed the exposed torso, delighting at the reactions he was getting from the very responsive man.
"You're so sensitive," Seifer whispered with wonder, the tone causing Squall to close his eyes, unable to take the rush of emotions those simple words brought, the feel of those calloused fingers sliding over his nipples causing him to gasp.
Seifer's hot mouth found its way lower, licking at the pink nipples as his hand slowly ventured lower, seeking his treasure. The whimper as he touched Squall's throbbing hardness only caused him to squeeze tighter around the flesh through the pants, stroking along it slowly as Squall began to thrust into the hand, his breath hitched with every stroke.
"Oh fuck Squall, you're beautiful," Seifer said hoarsely, he needed to feel the tightness, but he couldn't rush this, he wanted him to feel everything Seifer had always wanted to do to him, all those years, so many things.
Squall's eyes opened a little, brimming with wetness, he had never felt anything like this. Feeling those strong hands on him, stroking him, he wanted to cry out with desire, it was more than he could handle, his hand trembling as he reached between them to cup the bulge within the loose sweats, causing the larger man to assault him harder, stroking him in time with Squall's hand.
Images of Seifer fucking him senseless flooded his mind and he whimpered as the blond began grinding into his hand, needing release, his tip leaking already from his ministrations.
Squall looked absolutely fuckable as Seifer attacked his neck, biting at it as they ground into each other's hands, Seifer's breath coming hard and quick against the moistened pale neck. Seifer's hand found its way within the confines of Squall's painfully tight pants, feeling the heated hard flesh eager for him as he ran his fingers along the length. Squall grasped him painfully, his eyes shot open, "Seifer, please," he mewled.
"Please what?" He licked and kissed at the panting mouth.
"Please, fuck me," Squall whimpered, not caring how he sounded, he had never needed someone inside him, needed someone to be as close to him as physically possible.
"Oh Hyne," Seifer's body burned at those words, but their wonderful haze was broken by a knock at the door. Seifer growled, "Go the fuck away!" He wasn't letting his prize escape him now, not when he was so close.
"You have a lesson tonight, if don't come out, I'm coming I," Zell's voice had never sounded as irritating as then. Seifer saw murder as he looked to the door.
"I'm going to kill him," he gritted his teeth, "you come in here and you're a dead man!"
Squall blinked, clearing his vision of the lust, he had to force his breath to normal as he tried to understand.
"Sorry, Squall's orders," Seifer heard the key code being punched in, and he shot an accusing glare to Squall, who mouthed a sorry helplessly.
Seifer pulled his hand back and leaned up off Squall t glare with all his hatred at the bastard chicken.
Zell froze once he stepped a foot inside, "Sq-squall?" He stared at the two, his eyes impossibly wide.
Seifer glared menacingly, "I'm going to kill you, chicken," Seifer straightened. Squall pushed himself off the couch to turn and look at Zell, exasperation and annoyance clearly written on the distraught face. Zell blinked, seeing Squall was half naked, as was Seifer; he realized what he just did, "Oh shit," he whispered in fear.
"Zell, forget my orders. From now on, if Seifer tells you to fuck off, do so," Squall grated out.
"I'm so sorry," Zell stammered, "Shit! I had no idea, I'm sorry."
"Get out already!" Seifer yelled.
Zell yelped and took off faster than they had ever seen him.
"Sorry," Squall mumbled, sitting up on the couch.
"It's okay," Seifer smiled, "maybe it was a good thing after all."
Squall frowned, not understanding his meaning. Seifer's smile widened into a grin, "Now there's more to look forward to, and I want it to be something you will never forget." He touched the damp cheek, brushing aside some of the chocolate locks that stuck to it, "Hyne Squall," he whispered tenderly. Squall felt his breath catch in his throat as the blond touched him; he closed his eyes, sighing contently.
Seifer's lips found Squall's eager mouth, tugging at them slowly, pulling him off the couch as he did so, still caressing his cheek softly, "lets move to a more appropriate setting," he spoke against those lips, feeling the small nod. He wrapped his arms around the slender man as walked him backwards to the bedroom, lowering them both slowly on the stiff bed.
Now, what a perfect way to break it in. Seifer's eyes hungrily drank in that flushed pale skin. He grinned wickedly, seeing that exquisite frown, "you have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this."
Squall held his gaze; his eyes drinking in that richness that he loved so much, how they reflected all the passion that man felt, "Neither do you."
"Will you trust me Squall?" Seifer's tone soft, needful.
Squall understood the deeper meaning to his words, nodding silently as the blond lowered him fully onto the bed. He trusted Seifer, he always had.
AN: You guys have no idea how much you inspired me! Thank you soooo much! I love you all-smile-
I gave the yumminess I promised! I am writing a love scene for the next chappie, and I mean like a real one, not just a bang him scene XD hehe.. Hopefully that will turn out well, I want to show how they feel towards each other then... so stay tuned for that! Sorry if the chappie was long...cause it was :D heh
And... now for the wonderful reviewers!
terribilita - Thank you! I want it to be realistic..at least somewhat, you know:) Heheh..Seify likes to mess around with Squall XD Doesnt he? heheh.. Thanks again!
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