(8)

Of Surprises and Mysteries

Squall yawned as gentle hand nudged him awake, "Get up sleepy head, it's almost noon."

Seifer smiled vaguely, "What happened to the birds that wake you up?"

Squall chuckled as he sleepily looked at Seifer, "They found out you were my Guardian Angel….so they stopped bothering me."

Seifer rolled his eyes, "I just came back from a meeting but I see I wasn't missed much around here, eh?"

Squall sat up and stretched, "I cried myself to sleep when I saw you weren't here." He jokingly lied.

"Ha ha." Seifer smiled, "Comon, I'll show you around the place then we can fix your room to your tastes."

"My room?" Squall frowned.

"Yeah…there are a total of twelve rooms on this floor. You can pick whichever you want."

"What if…I pick this one?" Squall pouted.

Seifer's eyes widened, "You want this room? Okay I suppose I could use another then…Mary and my staff could transfer my things."

Squall looked genuinely hurt, "I don't want this room…I want…"

Squall got up, "It is okay…whatever you please."

Seifer frowned in confusion, "Squall…"

"No," Squall smiled brightly, "I will be in the room next door…it's okay…I understand…"

"Understand…" Seifer echoed.

The brunet walked past him to the bathroom to freshen up, "Did you eat breakfast?"

"I don't eat in the morning." Seifer shrugged off his bafflement and turned to watch Squall wash.

"No way. I do…so will you…Breakfast is one of the most important meals of the day…how could you not eat it? You go to meetings on an empty stomach?"

"Not really…I drink coffee and smoke…"

"You want to die!" Squall pressed a kiss to Seifer's cheek, catching the blonde off guard, "What was that for?"

"Huh?" Squall smiled, "That was my Good morning kiss."

Seifer smiled, "You call that a good morning kiss?"

He pulled Squall from his slim waist and captured the brunet's lips, his tongue exploring Squall's mouth which tasted of mint toothpaste.

Pulling back, Seifer grinned at Squall's bemused look, "That is a good morning kiss."

The brunet chuckled, "I'll keep that in mind."

"Comon, let me show you around the place, then we could go out for breakfast and buy you a whole new wardrobe."

Squall looked thoughtful, "You don't have to be so extravagant, you know."

Seifer snorted, "I've been with a hundred different women and none of them told me to stop spending on them."

Squall shrugged, "I'm different then."

"Yes you are." Seifer walked out of the room, motioning for the brunet to follow, "Mary is the head of household, if you need something important, she's the one you can turn to and trust. She also commands 20 other servants, ten who are scattered here on the first floor, ten downstairs. There's a pool on the back side of my estate and a stable with seven horses."

"Really! Cool."

"You can have the one you want…except the large black one is mine."

"Thanks…that's cool…but I don't know how to ride one." Squall added.

Seifer chuckled, "I'll teach you, it's easy. This is your room, since you want one close to mine. Do you like it?"

Squall sobered, he didn't want a room, he wanted to share one with the blonde, "Yeah, it looks great."

"You could at least pretend to look at it."

Squall smiled, "Sorry…yeah, I love it. It's really nice."

Seifer snorted at Squall's answer, "What's wrong? Tell me."

"I don't…I want to share a room with…you." Squall whispered.

Seifer's eyes widened, "That's why you're all down…you want to share my room…you don't one to call your own?"

Mary came up the stairs, "Good morning Squall."

"Good morning, Mary…how are you doing?"

"Fine kiddo, but you look like you could use a little joke, is Seifer bothering you?"

Squall chuckled, "No."

"He…wants to …share a room." The blonde whispered.

Mary nodded, "Okay, that's nice…why do you look like he told you he owns a bank…the largest one for that matter?"

Seifer frowned, seeing that he was the only one surprised, "Everyone else would have wanted a room for herself."

"Everyone else never stayed this long in your estate now. Will you forget everyone else and start anew. Just look at this brunet of yours…he certainly doesn't look like everyone else to me. By the way, Seifer, your mother is downstairs."

Seifer frowned and turned to Mary, "Show Squall around the rest of the house and call Edwards, tell him I want a wardrobe designed for Squall…size six."

Seifer excused himself and strode down the stairs to the living room where his mother and Rinoa were waiting.

"Seifer, darling, you sure like to keep ladies waiting, huh?"

Seifer nodded, "Suspense, I call it suspense."

Rinoa sat shyly on one of the sofas, calmly waiting for Raine to begin the speech she had prepared before coming here to Seifer, "Now listen here, son, Rinoa is 19, the perfect age for you."

Seifer shook his head, "I find I have a thing for 18 year olds." he smiled thinking of the brunet waiting for him upstairs.

Raine frowned, "Well, one year isn't a very big difference."

"If you say so." Seifer drawled out.

Raine rolled her eyes, "Rinoa is a great person."

"Mother, please don't waste my time…let me ask you one thing that I have been thinking of, woman." Seifer spat, turning to Rinoa.

Rinoa looked up, "Yes?"

"Do you think you are worthy of my name and status? Do you deserve to be the head of my household?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"Bong…wrong answer. Excuse me mother, but you did teach me that the person who thinks he isn't worthy of you is the one who actually is, Rinoa, you would do good to keep that in mind for our next interview, but for now you must excuse me, after all I promised to take someone out to breakfast and time is wasting."

Raine glared at her son, "Who is that someone?"

"That is for me to know and for you to ponder, but I will tell you something, mother that you would do well to remember…don't you dare come close to what I truly care for because I am unpleasant when I want to be." Seifer sneered at the brunette and turned to leave without another word.

Squall laughed at the story Mary recounted about one of Seifer's escapades. "He sure got a thrashing from his father on that one."

Squall doubled over in laughter, "Are you serious." He asked between bouts of laughter.

Seifer smiled as he neared the room.

Squall's laughter proved to be contagious since Mary was also laughing and a servant girl who was assigned to take care of his was chuckling and hanging on his every word.

Seifer stood in the doorway, "I see you have already charmed my staff."

Squall looked up, a smile still in his eyes, "You sure are fast. Did your mother leave?"

Seifer nodded, "Let's go get you some breakfast and arrange your wardrobe before nightfall."

Squall nodded and waved to Mary and Laura, "See you later."

Seifer inwardly growled as Squall tried on various articles of clothing.

He emerged from the changing room wearing black leather pants that hugged his hips firmly and clung to his shapely legs and a shirt that barely reached his navel. "So?"

Squall approached Seifer, who clenched his teeth, "It's nice. Do you like it?"

Squall frowned, "You don't look like you like it."

'Is he kidding? That boy is driving me nuts with his damn body.'

"No I like it."

Squall sighed and sat next to him, "Are you bored? We can stop if you want…you look like you could use a scoop of ice cream to cool you off."

Seifer groaned and Squall turned to him, "Seifer?"

The blonde pulled him closer and claimed the brunet's lips, "You could stop looking so fucking hot and sexy…that would cool me off." Seifer whispered as he ravaged the pink lips of his lover.

Squall chuckled, "I would love to stop if I knew how."

Seifer smiled, "Somehow I thought you would say that."

Clad in a pair of khaki shorts and a white cotton shirt, Squall walked past Seifer to the car, setting few of the many bags they both carried in the trunk... Seifer smiled at Squall, "You want to go for ice cream?"

"Yeah!' Squall squealed in delight.

The flaxen parked by Baskin Robins and motioned for Squall to come down. The brunet followed Seifer in and grinned, "What are your favorite scoops?"

"I don't eat ice cream."

"You came here for me?"

"Yeah…you said you like ice cream…don't you?"

Squall smiled gently, "You're one of a kind…here let's take mint, chocolate, vanilla…what else would you like to taste?"

Seifer frowned slightly as he regarded the flavors, "Rainbow, Lime…you know what…just put two of everything."

Squall shrugged and nodded, "We must take hot chocolate fudge too, and sprinkles."

"Take whatever you like, but can I ask…how the hell do you stay so trim if you eat that stuff?" Squall chuckled, "Comon, one day won't kill."

Seifer looked dubious but he smiled for Squall's benefit and carried the large boxes to the car.

Mary and Laura rushed ahead to pick up all the bags from the car along with some other servants who help around.

Squall opened one of the ice cream boxes in the kitchen and handed a spoon to Seifer, "Comon, you'll love it."

"After you." Squall sat at the table and took some of the chocolate.

Seifer's heart skipped a beat as he watched Squall's tongue take in the ice cream. He cupped Squall's chin and pulled the startled brunet closer for a chocolate flavored kiss.

Squall moaned as Seifer's tongue plunged into his mouth and he sampled the ice cream, "You're right, it really does taste good."

Squall smiled sheepishly but soon they were both eating ice cream out of each other's mouths.