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I'm No Angel
Chatper Ten: A Thunderstorm Raged Outside.
Dream sequence is in italics.
The thunderstorm raged outside. The waves, created by the turbulent winds, continued building up with white foam before crashing down upon the beach smothering the waves before them and wetting the sand, washing it out to sea. On the cliff above stood a small house made of stone.
Inside, Squall hid behind Matron, a tall, slender woman with long dark hair, burying his face in her skirt. He was hiding from the stranger that stood before him.
"Squall? It's me... Your daddy..." The strange new man said, squatting down and reaching a hand out to the frightened boy, who scrambled further behind the woman in response. Careful, so as not to startle the terrified child, the orphanage matron turned around, kneeling to be eye level with him. Offering him a comforting smile she said, "Squall, you can trust this man. He is your father..."
Squall shook his head disbelievingly, messing hair flopping about his small, heart shaped face. ''I don't wanna..." he said, warily eyeing the newcomer before turning back to the person who had always cared for him. "He's a stranger... " He whispered, glancing at the man, who smiled back at him, causing him to cling to the matron. "I'm scared.." he admitted, his voice sounding small.
Matron kissed his forehead and brushed his hair back, away from his face. "He isn't a stranger sweetie, he's your father. You'll have to get to know him, and trust him." Matron said in a calming, gentle tone of voice. Squall nodded and timidly took a couple of steps towards the strange man.
With halting progress he managed to get halfway between the mother figure he had always known and trusted and the man that now knelt before him, offering him a real family, before he had second thoughts. Stopping in his tracks her turned to run back to the comfort of Matron Edea's arms only to find that she had vanished, leaving him alone with the unfamiliar person claiming to be his father.
"Matron?….Matron!" The frightened child called out before whipping around to look for the strange man only to find that he had disappeared as well. "Matron? Daddy?" He called out searchingly. "Where are you?" Squall slowly turned around in a circle looking for matron, for anyone who could comfort him and make him feel safe, but unfortunately he was alone. "Matron?" He called out one last time. Sniffling as he was met with silence...
Four Weeks After the accident...
Squall's POV.
Seifer and I left the hospital today and it was about time. I have never cared much for hospitals, and this last stay did nothing to alleviate those feelings of dislike. I never want to end up there again. On top of that I'm also a little nervous because Seifer's car is slowly getting closer to my neighborhood. I don't exactly live in what could be called a pleasant part of the city. Don't get me wrong…. It's not like the proverbial gang riddled East side or anything. But it's not upscale either with its dilapidated buildings and prostitutes working street corners.
Slowly the car turned into the street I live on. The sidewalks are covered in trash and people have hung their laundry from windows. There was also a homeless person sleeping in the phone booth right outside my apartment building. I hadn't wanted Seifer to see this. I was ashamed of my home, and didn't want him to feel disgust towards my living conditions, or to leave me because I couldn't afford anything better. The car came to a stop, and Seifer got out grabbing my bag. I grabbed my crutches from the back seat and slowly made my way to the front stoop trying to not think of the stairs I would have to climb to reach my apartment.
"This place is a shit hole." Seifer grumbled following me inside the old, decrepit building.
"Thanks." I mumbled, feeling self-conscious, and headed for the stairs. Seifer grabbed a hold of my arm before I could get far. I turned to him, "What?"
"You actually want to climb the stairs? Where are the elevators?" He asked looking around.
"There are none." I replied pulling from his grasp and starting for the stairs again. Seifer stopped me once more, this time picking me up and so that he might carry me up the stairs to my abode.
"Put me down!" I protested looking about the room making sure nobody else was witnessing my humiliation.
"Do you really think I was going to let you climb stairs in crutches?" Seifer asked, "What floor and number are you?"
"Whatever." I grumbled before telling him third floor, number six. Seifer carried me all the way up to the third floor and set me down before door number six. I searched for the key and inserted it into the lock opening up the door. My apartment was pretty much bare. All I had was a shabby leather sofa, an old wooden table, a small TV. And a microwave. Besides the obvious sink and oven in the kitchen. I hobbled in cursing the crutches all the way.
"Squall, you can't live here." Seifer said looking at the grime-covered walls and unfurnished rooms.
"Well I do." I replied. I felt slightly disappointed, I was hoping Seifer wouldn't pay too much attention to my bad living conditions. There was a large crash and a rat scrambled across the floor.
"Squall you've got rats! You can't live here! Live with me please?" Seifer asked eyeing the hole in the wall the rat ran through before looking at me, his jade green eyes challenging my own stormy blue ones to refuse. I wanted to go with him, I really did, but I didn't feel like I'd belong there. I'd taint the cleanliness and purity of his home.
"I don't know, I don't want to impose on you." I said to conceal my thoughts. My companion smiled knowingly and took me into his arms, placing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
"Aw, but you wouldn't be imposing baby. I want you to live with me." Came his response, he was playing along, as he placed another kiss on my lips.
Inwardly I sighed my resignation. "How could I resist such an offer?" I asked forcing a smile on my face before groaning into another one of the tall blonde's kisses.
"Good. Go pack!" He told me slapping my butt playfully. Slowly I hobbled to my bedroom opening my closet and gathering the small amount of clothes there, packing them into a second bag. I grabbed my underwear and socks from the dresser and put them in the same bag as the other clothes. Then I limped over to the bathroom to collect my shampoo and toothbrush. After I had gathered all my stuff I found Seifer holding my cds and jacket.
"Ready?" He asked, arching and eyebrow as he stood near the door to my ramshackle apartment.
"Hell yes." I didn't even look back once as I walked out the door, not bothering to lock it behind me. It wasn't as if I owned anything worth stealing.
We arrived at Seifer's place not to long after leaving my own. He lives in a far better neighborhood filled with mostly middle class families. After climbing out of the car Seifer grabbed my bags, not letting me touch them at all, and carried them to the door. Setting down my luggage he opened the door and waved for me to enter first. The first room I saw was a comfortable living room with a black couch, glass coffee table and a large television. The walls were plain white and the carpet was a rich navy blue. It looked quite comfortable and all I could do was imagine what it would feel like to walk on it with bare feet and curl my toes around it. Across from that was the kitchen, there were hard wood floors and a nice sized dining table. The counters were white and the appliances were all stainless steal. There were a few doors down the hallway, which I could only assume were the bedrooms and the bathroom. Amazed I turned to face Seifer who was smiling broadly at me.
"Your house is beautiful." I told him, letting him hug me close and kiss my forehead.
"Thank you." Seifer said, "Do you want a drink? Something to eat?"
"No, maybe later." I replied, resting my head on his shoulder, letting my eyes drift closed as I felt content.
"Let's have a shower then go to bed? You must be tired..." Seifer led us to the door on our left and inside a bathroom. He started the shower feeling it to make sure it wasn't too hot or cold. When he was satisfied he turned started rummaging through a drawer pulling out a clear bag and shaking it open. I set my crutches down and stood on one foot. Seifer helped me out of my baggy pants and shirt before wrapping my cast in the bag and tying it. I was a little embarrassed to be in only boxers and Seifer's eyes scanned my body. Why I was blushing? I had no idea, I was a stripper after all, but Seifer made me shy about my body. Seifer just smiled at me.
"Sorry, I don't know why I'm blushing. I'm a stripper after all." I said.
"You used to be a stripper." Seifer corrected, "Now get into that shower!" I smiled and stripped off my boxers stepping in the shower with help from Seifer. I stood and watched as Seifer shed his clothes my blush deepening as he reveals his strong chest and thick legs to me. The last thing to go were his boxers revealing a strong, proud member. My eyes widened his cock must be 8 inches while erect. Seifer chuckled as I looked up at him in bewilderment. The blonde sauntered into the shower closing the curtain behind him. He leaned down and kisses me fully on the lips caressing the side of my face then holding onto my neck. I parted my lips allowing his tongue to plow deep into my mouth mapping out every surface. Moaning I wrapped my arms around his neck, his skin slippery from the water that trails down his back. Meanwhile he put his arms around my waist and pulled me, causing our naked bodies to press together, sliding underneath the water.
Slowly, in an almost seductive fashion, he slowly kissed a trail from my mouth to my collar bone. I tilted my head back, releasing a small gasp as he immediately took advantage of my action to start kissing my pale throat. My eyes slid shut as I relished the feeling of Seifers gentle ministrations as he continued to attack my neck, nipping and lightly grazing his teeth over my skin. It was all I could do to suppress the moan that was rising from deep within my throat when suddenly he stopped.
Tilting my head forward I looked up at him, a pout forming on my face as a disappointed groan escaped my lips. He only smirked at me and chuckled. "We should get washed up, before the water turns cold." He explained leaning down to give me one last kiss, which I returned with as much passion as I could muster before I nodded in agreement. Having an ice cold shower wasn't on my agenda...
Seifer took a pale blue washcloth from a nearby basket and wet it, and adding some soap rubbed each end together making it foam. He started to wash my face carefully avoiding my eyes, saying how he loved to watch them. I smiled at his gentleness and turned my head up, closing my eyes tightly to let the water wash away all the soap. Meanwhile my shower buddy took the opportunity to start on my neck and shoulders. Moving slowly down my chest, he paid special attention to my nipples, making them ashard aspebbles. I groaned and thrust my hips forward, both of our cocks had grown erect by now. Seifer continued down my chest ignoring my whimpers and moans as he massaged the sensitive spots on my body.
"Ahh Hyne." I exclaimed as he rubbed the foamy soap over my inner thighs. The jade-eyed man only smirked and continued down my legs to my toes. Then he turned me around so I was now facing the spray not him. He started washing my back eventually reaching my ass. We both moaned when he started to wash there soon enough he was at the bottoms of my feet. Again he turned me around and looked me square in the eye. The washcloth descended down to my erection and started to massage it. I tilted my head back and let out a moan, which Seifer promptly caught with his own mouth. His lips covered mine and our tongues battled it out. Seifer continued to massage and jerk my member until I came in hot spurts, white lights dancing before my eyes. I cried out his name and slumped into his arms. I caught my breath coming down from the high and leaned up to kiss Seifer.
"My turn." I smirked. I grabbed another washcloth, adding some soap,and started to wash Seifer's face. I copied what Seifer had done to me washing his neck, shoulders, stomach, legs, and toes then turning him around to do his back. Smirking again I turned Seifer around to face me, kissing him fully on the lips, and started to gently stroke his thick, pulsing member. "Oh Hyne, Squall" Seifer moaned into my neck. I jumped when he started to suck and bite my neck leaving a small bruise. I pumped him harder until he shuddered and came into my hand. I lifted said hand looking innocently in Seifer's eyes and started to suck on my cum covered fingers until every last drop had disappeared. Seifer groaned, in pure ecstasy. I smirked and leaned up for a kiss, which Seifer was all too happy to return in full force. Eventually we managed to climb out of the shower to change into pajamas and crawled into bed.
Seifer's POV
"I don't wanna...He's a stranger."
I awoke to the sounds of moaning and thrashing sheets. Immediately I sat up and gently took of Squall's shoulders, shaking him awake. The brunette's eyes snapped open and darted around before resting on mine. He took a deep breath and relaxed, looking down at his hands, which clutched the blanket tightly in his lap. His entire body was lightly trembling, like the quivering of a just released bowstring. "Sorry, did I wake you?" He asked, his voice sounding distant as he absently played with the blanket in his hands, eyes refusing to look up. I nodded, knowing he would sense the movement. "It doesn't matter though, what were you dreaming about?"
"Nothing it was just a dream." Squall said lifting himself up and giving me a quick peck on the cheek before returning to his previous position. I kissed him back, hooking a finger underneath his chin, tilting head up so that our lips could meet. I pulled back for a second to study his face in the pale moonlight that was filtering in through my window. "No, it wasn't. You were tossing and turning.. and you also said 'I don't wanna...He's a stranger.' " I leaned down to finish the kiss before continuing, "What did you dream about?"
"I forgot." Squall tried to lie, his stormy eyes still refusing to meet my own green ones, but I could see right through his façade. "Yeah right Squall, I can read you like a book. Now tell me." Squall let out a small moan and shifted uncomfortably. "It was nothing really."
"Squall it obviously wasn't nothing if it's making you this uncomfortable." I said, stilling his movements with the touch of my hand, moving it from his chin to rest lightly on his stomach. "Please tell me what it was?" I asked, my voice colored by concern and worry for the heavenly being before me. "A-alright." Came the hesitant reply as he drew his knees up to his chest, folding his arms over top them. I smiled, encouraging him to continue. "So what was it about?"
"It was about...my father, and my Matron." Squall answered wistfully as he rested his chin on his folded arms, his eyes taking on a distant look, like he was recalling memories long forgotten.
"What about him?" I asked not so happily remembering the two men that had visited Squall three times a week even though Squall acted like he wanted nothing to do with them. "It was at the orphanage that I grew up in. There was a thunderstorm raging outside when this man just showed up. He wanted me to come to him, Matron said that he was my father. I was afraid of him, but Matron convinced me that I should trust this stranger." Squall sighed and continued slowly, a solitary tear slowly tracking its course from the corner of his eye down to his chin, where the fabric of his pajama top greedily swallowed it. " I started toward him, but at the last moment I turned to run back to Matron. She was gone I searched for her, but she was nowhere to be found. I turned back to the stranger, but he was gone too. That's when I woke up." I frowned. Squall was obviously suffering from some trauma from the things that have been happening. I sat up and stroked Squall's hair.
"What do you think about this dream?" I asked casually. Squall shrugged, hugging his knees closer to his body. "Do you wish that you could get to know and trust Laguna?" There was a silence for a few minutes.
"Yes." Squall whispered.
"It's normal for you to want to get to know your father." Squall looked up, wondering and confusion shining in the blue-grey depths of his eyes "You….. You wouldn't mind?" His eyes searched my own for any hint of deception.
I smiled. "Of course not, what made you think that?"
"Well you, Kiros, and Laguna didn't seem to get along... I thought maybe you didn't want….." Squall stopped and shrugged. I kissed his forehead lightly. "You and Laguna need to talk, but first we need to talk." Squall's eyes darted up to look into mine, suddenly fearful. "About what?" He asked nervously.
"About how you feel. About you selling yourself, and the accident." Squall bit his lips and looked up worriedly at me. "What about it?" Came the defensive retort, causing me to frown once more.
"Tell me what you went through Squall, don't keep it inside. It will help you to talk about it." I replied seriously. Squall just stared his eyebrows turning down. "I don't want to talk about it."
"You're going to have to sometime. Why not get it out of the way? Plus, it would be much easier to tell the story to someone you love before telling a court and jury." I protested, kissing Squall's bitten lips. "Just tell me a little bit at a time." Squall nodded and scooted closer to me, I gathered him into my arms and squeezed him. There was another long silence before Squall spoke.
"I had a this job as a waiter at a little restaurant not far from Fujin's. I made an okay amount of money. It was enough at the time, but when I started getting Ellone's School bills I panicked. I knew she needed to go to this school to train her powers, and I was her caretaker so it was up to me to make sure she got there. Needing to make more money I applied for a job at the Gentleman's Club, I didn't have the intention to sell myself just to make enough money to pay for Ellone's schooling. I seriously thought it was just stripping."
Squall paused and shifted uncomfortably. I gave him a small kiss and squeezed his hand, which was entangled with mine. He sighed and continued. "Chet told me that I would have to turn a few tricks once in awhile, and I didn't even know what that meant, but agreed anyway. I was too happy knowing that with this job I would be able to make enough money for Ellone to care to ask what 'turning a few tricks meant'. When I found out a few days later that meant that I would be whoring myself out..."
Squall choked slightly and stopped, looking pleadingly up at me. "Seifer, I'm tired... Please, just let's go back to sleep? I don't want to talk anymore." He whispered, his voice raw with barely contained emotion. I nodded, "Okay that's enough for now." Squall and I laid back down, the brunette nestled in my arms.
Soon he was asleep once more, but I stayed awake thinking about what little part of his life Squall had told me. It was then that I realized that I hardly knew Squall at all.
To be continued...
So what did you think? THE RATING WILL GO UP TO M! Should have been already, and probably should be NC-17! I've got plans for this story and a Sequel (thank GothicAngelEyes and Shinigami's Forlorn Angel for that.)
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