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Misers

Seifer pushed the brunet roughly against the wall and seized the soft lips that had sung to him just moments before.

Squall whimpered against the blonde's painful, bruising kiss but said nothing to stop him…he accepted his punishment.

Strong arms encircled him and Seifer's mouth softened. Squall closed his eyes; he didn't expect Seifer to go easy on him that fast. Was he already forgiven?

Seifer pulled the brunet to him, holding him tightly till their bodies melted into one. Squall moaned and grasped Seifer's shoulder as his knees gave away.

"You came back." Seifer whispered against the brunet's ear.

Squall shivered and nodded.

"You sang for me." Seifer's tongue traced the contours of the brunet's ear then moved to suck on the crook of Squall's neck.

"I'm sorry." Squall whispered brokenly.

Seifer pressed the brunet against the wall and unbuttoned his shirt.

"I didn't mean to deceive you…it wasn't meant to be like this."

The hallway was secluded and Seifer wanted more than ever to make love to the brunet. The blonde grasped Squall's rear to support the brunet with his strong arms as he trailed hot kisses down the pulsing jugular and smooth chest.

"I only wanted to make it alright for Ellone." Squall moaned as tears cascaded down his cheeks. It was then that Seifer noticed Squall wasn't aroused at all…the boy was crying…

The blonde pulled Squall into his arms, and sat, his back against the wall, the brunet cradled in his protective embrace.

"I'm sorry." Squall wept.

"Hush…" Seifer rocked gently, trying without words to let the burnet know he was forgiven.

After Squall had quieted down, Seifer chuckled, "Can I ask you one thing, my super-cynical protector."

"Ahuh?"

"Why the hell did you record the whole thing?"

"I was worried your father would frame me when this was all over…so if he decided to ruin my life…I would be taking him down with me."

"Another question…" Seifer frowned.

Squall looked up at him, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Why did you sleep with me?"

"I…because…"

Seifer chuckled, "You look like you're eating frog scales."

Squall frowned, "We need to get you out of here."

"What do you mean?"

"I counted five 'men in black' outside."

Seifer walked in front of the brunet to his Jaguar parked in the garage. Squall didn't let his guard down as they approached the car unharmed…or rather undetected. The night air was cold and the moon was bright, casting the garage in both light and shadows.

"Here's my car." Seifer sighed, and Squall relaxed slightly…that's when the shot rang out. Seifer whirled around as the brunet crashed into him, "Get into the car, hurry, I'm not sure how many there are or how many I got."

The burnet was grasping his side and Seifer slid in behind the wheel, "Squa"

"Drive dammit…don't stop on me now!" Squall turned in his seat as more shots followed them.

A black Mercedes was on their tail as Seifer tried to lose the, speeding down the alleyways. The blonde gasped as shots whizzed past his head and Squall turned to reload is weapon.

"Did you kill any?"

"Yeah, four left. Watch out and drive. It's all under control." Squall winced and pushed himself around, aiming at the attackers.

The blonde flinched as Squall fired a string of bullets, hooting as he apparently nailed one. Seifer made a fast turn, the car skidding as it followed its drivers direction. Squall side stung, so did his arm, and he gulped a few breaths. He wanted to tell Seifer to slow down but their attackers were gaining on them and the alleyways were getting dangerously narrow.

Squall took advantage as they turned and the car behind them slowed down to follow, firing a few other shots, "Whoa! Two more bastards!"

"You're a fuckin killer…at least pretend you're mourning."

Squall chuckled, "Mourning my ass! This bastards are going down!"

Seifer rolled his eyes and looked in the rearview mirror.

"Turn somewhere…I'll get them when they slow down."

The blonde nodded but never got to turn as a bullet aimed at the tires made Seifer lose control. The car smashed into the buildings and skidded to a halt before a wall. The blonde was unconscious and Squall was following suit.

The car tailing them stopped and two men walked out, slowly approaching the wrecked vehicle. Blood seeped from the corner or his mouth and his navel was smarting. Alarms went on inside his head as he heard them.

Moaning, Squall aimed with a bruised wrist at one of the men's unsuspecting foreheads. "Bang." He whispered in unison with the sound of the shot and the man fell, dead.

The other gasped at his fallen comrade, a man in his early twenties, and he brought up his gun, but Squall had already aimed.

"No!" the man threw his weapon aside, "Please, don't shoot me. I'm doing this for the money… I swear…I have nothing against you…"

Squall raised an eyebrow and a small smile forced its way onto his face, "You're doing it for the money, eh? Get out of here."

desperate times call for desperae measures huh...