Title: Dancing
Rating: T
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Summary: It's a secret between them.
It's a secret between them, a twisted sort of companionship that links them together. They never speak of it, because that might just ruin it all, bring it crashing down on their heads, smothering them, breaking them.
So not once do the talk about it.
They act like it never happens. They fight like the rivals they are by day, all stoic, colder-than-Shiva ice and untamed, hellfire-hot flames, bouncing off of each other, tearing each other apart.
At night, they're still fighting, but the weapons have changed, the rules have been bent and broken and rebuilt into a mockery of a relationship. Seifer pries and pushes and pulls him apart, and Squall writhes and pleads and pushes right back, savoring it, basking in it, all the while melting under the hellfire-hot heat, crumbling, exposed.
It's a dangerous kind of dance that only they know the routine for, and one day, it might just drag them down, break them both.
But they wouldn't want to go down any other way.
