Seifer x Squall x Laguna, or whatever order you want to think of it as. Yes, I do realise that it's 1) incest, 2) a threesome and 3) gay. I wrote it, after all. Please no flames for this... thing.

This was written for my precious, because she wrote me sap and asked for incest.


"You love him."

It wasn't a question, so I just shrugged. There was no point in confirming it if he already knew the answer. He leaned over me, his eyes earnest. "I know I'm not the greatest of parents - "

"Especially considering that parents aren't supposed to be in bed with their sons, yes, I know." I cut him off, not wanting to hear it. Whatever he's going to say, I don't care. I'm lucky to be here at all, and I really should go. How whatever it was turned into this, into this... illicit threesome between an ex-sorceress's knight, the hero who defeated him and his dad, I don't know. I just want to leave it, now, and I'm rolling out of bed before I even think about it, looking down at them both, sinfully beautiful tangled together that way, side by side.

Laguna continues smoothly as if I hadn't interrupted him at all, ignoring my movement as he runs a hand through Squall's hair, " - but I do love my son."

"In some twisted way, yes, now get to the point." I cross my arms in front of my chest, pretending not to be, but honestly curious about what the hell this man has to say for himself.

"Fine," he snorts softly, and the sound makes him seem even more like his son. "I want the best for him, and I want him to be happy. He trusts you and likes having you around."

"What are you trying to say?" This man frustrates me almost as much as Squall. Squall's silence makes it hard to actually get information out of him, and this man's babbling makes it hard to get information out of the jumble and juxtaposition of words. Both of them are impossible to understand at times - it must run in the family.

"Are you truly that dense?" he asks, an edge to his voice that surprises me. "Squall loves you."

I raise an eyebrow. Surely not. Considering that we've spent all our lives fighting, and that this was a random encounter, probably only occuring because of the amount of alcohol consumed and a little bit of hormonal lust. "And why do you say that, old man?"

He laughs quietly. "Ease up with calling me old, would you? I managed to keep up with you two quite well, I think. And, to me, it's just obvious. I've spent a while watching him, and I know well enough how he looks at you."

While I pause to think about that, Laguna puts a hand on my arm, pulling me back to the bed. And, whatever deity is out there, forgive me, despite all the reasons not to, the knowledge that someone would come out of this hurt, I stayed that night.