Disclaimer: raises eyebrow If I owned it, there'd be much more Squall/Seifer scenes.

Warnings: MPreg, yaoi, OoC-ness.

Squall's POV

On my knees in the middle of a cold stone room. The floor was freezing. So were the chains that kept my arms stretched out at my sides along with my wings.

Laughter, jeering, and cracks could be heard behind me.

I knew what this was.

This was Heaven.

The Heaven only a select few know about. The Heaven that was my prison.

A spiked whip slashed between my wings. Searing pain exploded all over my body. Over and over again. Blood flowed down my back and sides in rivers.

But that pain was nothing, nothing, compared to what was next.

Two others stepped towards me, grabbed my wings, and broke them in as many places as they could. The screams I had withheld during the whipping bubbled forth piercing the room.

They took long-bladed knives and stabbed my wings at the top, then dragged the knives down shredding my wings.

I screamed so hard I lost my voice.

"Squall!"

I snapped my eyes open to see… Seifer… straddling me with his hands on my shoulders.

"You were screaming. Are you… okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "Just a bad memory. I'm fine."

He frowned and searched my eyes with his. Finally, he sighed and stretched out beside me. "Are you sure?"

"Um-hum." I snuggled as close to him as I could… What?... I'm cold.

He ran a hand through my hair, making me feel drowsy. "Do you want to get up?"

Do I want to get up? Get out of his arms? No. I didn't. I've loved Seifer for years, and now I may finally get the chance to make him love me back. Do I want to get up? Not really.

But I have to pee.

"Sigh. Yeah. Where's your bathroom?"

Seifer sat up bringing me up with him and pointed to a seemingly random door. "Through there. Are you hungry?" I nodded. "What do you want?"

"Ummmm." I stretched until my spine popped in five places. "Ahhh. Anything would be good."

"Ugh. Right." He stood and walked out of the room.

Well, at least I know my ass is stare-worthy in Seifer's book.

"Pancakes."

"Hun? Oh, yeah. Is it a problem?" I sat down at the small table Seifer had motioned me to.

"No. It's fine." He sat across from me and handed me a plate of about five pancakes. Yum.

"What am I supposed to call you now?" I looked up to see Seifer giving me a hard stare.

I smiled. "Squall is fine." He nodded.

"Okay, but… could you… explain?"

No POV

Squall nodded. "I am Griever. The only Dark Angel in creation. My mother is the High Priestess of Heaven and my father is the King of Hell. I'm about 2800 years old. I have been exiled from Heaven and forced to live countless mortal lives."

"Why haven't you gone to Hell, then?"

"I would've loved to, but Heaven cursed me. I've been unable to descend to Hell."

"Is that why you're always so cold?"

Squall stared at Seifer. That was not a question he expected.

"My life in Heaven wasn't what you'd call… enjoyable. When I was cursed to Earth, I started getting close to people after a while. But then, they grew old and died, or they were killed, or they killed themselves. So I stopped getting close. In fact, you were the only one who got close to me in so long."

Seifer nodded. "Well that just leaves, what should we do now?"

Sort of a cliffy… I sort of had an idea based on another fic… heh heh heh… cough

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