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Part IV
Seifer did as asked, stepping into the shower to wash the remnants of his attempted suicide and to let the warmth of the water reach inside him and touch the part of him that he wished had died ages ago with his feelings. He scrubbed at his hair out of habit, letting the suds fly around him with his vicious movements. He cursed himself mentally, remembering with detail the day he'd walked in on Squall changing. The milky expanse of lean muscled body, the sight of a taut rear end, the sight of the perfection of Squall's manhood had instantly proved what he had suspected, that he was well and truly gay.
As the images rushed back to Seifer, he felt himself harden, but he didn't dare attempt to relieve it. He knew nothing would be more embarrassing than Squall returning with a set of Seifer's clothes to find Seifer pleasuring himself. He remembered the rush he'd gotten when Squall has glanced up, spotted Seifer and had simply turned back to his task, not caring whether Seifer stayed or not. It had never occurred to Seifer in that moment to leave.
He had stood and gaped at the perfection that had been Squall before he had allowed his passion vent itself in the duel that had caused their scars. He had felt so bad afterward, but Squall had simply turned away from him even more, losing what little friendship they had managed to salvage from the orphanage days before the GF's had removed all memories from them.
"Seifer? You right in there?" Squall's voice was dangerously close. Seifer swallowed a harsh moan at the seductive sound of Squall's voice and forced his breathing to calm.
"Yeah, I ain't gonna fall and break a hip." He amazed himself at the amount of sarcasm he could retain despite the quite predominate need that flooded him.
"Ok, call out if you need a hand." Seifer's eyes widened as he listened to Squall's footsteps retreat. He shook his head and then pinched his arm, sure he'd been dreaming when Squall had spoken and that Squall's offer had not been what he'd heard, but something more mundane and ordinary for the Ice Prince. * He finished washing and stepped from the shower to find Squall standing with his back to the shower, his shoulders hunched forward, as though something was paining him. Seifer moved forward, ignoring and forgetting his state of undress and wetness as he reached out for Squall.
"Squall? Shit man, you ok?" Seifer dropped his gaze to the blood pooling on the floor. Squall toppled away from him, landing on his side to roll onto his back, exposing Hyperion embedded in his chest. Seifer felt fear, anger, shock, sadness and a whole heap of other emotions running riot in him.
"Squall? Squall! SQUALL!" Seifer dropped to his knees beside him and reached out to touch where Hyperion joined with silken milky white flesh.
"Seifer."*
"Seifer!" Squall's voice made Seifer snap his eyes open, finding himself wrapped in Squall's arms with a towel pooled over his lap. He touched Squall's chest, afraid to find a wound there.
"Squall?"
"You passed out in the shower. I didn't know what to think when I heard a thump and when you didn't respond, I stepped in. I'm sorry for imposing." Squall's voice was low as he spoke and Seifer shook his head, silently telling Squall he didn't care for the invasion of privacy.
"It's fine now."
"Ok, I'll leave you to dress. You think you'll need help?"
"Nah, thanks anyway." Squall nodded and Seifer pushed away from Squall, wrapping the towel around himself, putting his back to Squall as he considered just how he was going to survive living with the sensual god that taunted him in his dreams, leaving him weak with wanting and desperate to hide those feelings.
Part IV
Seifer did as asked, stepping into the shower to wash the remnants of his attempted suicide and to let the warmth of the water reach inside him and touch the part of him that he wished had died ages ago with his feelings. He scrubbed at his hair out of habit, letting the suds fly around him with his vicious movements. He cursed himself mentally, remembering with detail the day he'd walked in on Squall changing. The milky expanse of lean muscled body, the sight of a taut rear end, the sight of the perfection of Squall's manhood had instantly proved what he had suspected, that he was well and truly gay.
As the images rushed back to Seifer, he felt himself harden, but he didn't dare attempt to relieve it. He knew nothing would be more embarrassing than Squall returning with a set of Seifer's clothes to find Seifer pleasuring himself. He remembered the rush he'd gotten when Squall has glanced up, spotted Seifer and had simply turned back to his task, not caring whether Seifer stayed or not. It had never occurred to Seifer in that moment to leave.
He had stood and gaped at the perfection that had been Squall before he had allowed his passion vent itself in the duel that had caused their scars. He had felt so bad afterward, but Squall had simply turned away from him even more, losing what little friendship they had managed to salvage from the orphanage days before the GF's had removed all memories from them.
"Seifer? You right in there?" Squall's voice was dangerously close. Seifer swallowed a harsh moan at the seductive sound of Squall's voice and forced his breathing to calm.
"Yeah, I ain't gonna fall and break a hip." He amazed himself at the amount of sarcasm he could retain despite the quite predominate need that flooded him.
"Ok, call out if you need a hand." Seifer's eyes widened as he listened to Squall's footsteps retreat. He shook his head and then pinched his arm, sure he'd been dreaming when Squall had spoken and that Squall's offer had not been what he'd heard, but something more mundane and ordinary for the Ice Prince. * He finished washing and stepped from the shower to find Squall standing with his back to the shower, his shoulders hunched forward, as though something was paining him. Seifer moved forward, ignoring and forgetting his state of undress and wetness as he reached out for Squall.
"Squall? Shit man, you ok?" Seifer dropped his gaze to the blood pooling on the floor. Squall toppled away from him, landing on his side to roll onto his back, exposing Hyperion embedded in his chest. Seifer felt fear, anger, shock, sadness and a whole heap of other emotions running riot in him.
"Squall? Squall! SQUALL!" Seifer dropped to his knees beside him and reached out to touch where Hyperion joined with silken milky white flesh.
"Seifer."*
"Seifer!" Squall's voice made Seifer snap his eyes open, finding himself wrapped in Squall's arms with a towel pooled over his lap. He touched Squall's chest, afraid to find a wound there.
"Squall?"
"You passed out in the shower. I didn't know what to think when I heard a thump and when you didn't respond, I stepped in. I'm sorry for imposing." Squall's voice was low as he spoke and Seifer shook his head, silently telling Squall he didn't care for the invasion of privacy.
"It's fine now."
"Ok, I'll leave you to dress. You think you'll need help?"
"Nah, thanks anyway." Squall nodded and Seifer pushed away from Squall, wrapping the towel around himself, putting his back to Squall as he considered just how he was going to survive living with the sensual god that taunted him in his dreams, leaving him weak with wanting and desperate to hide those feelings.