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Squall didn't touch his cake, but Seifer ordered another one and coke.
"You can have mine." Squall told the blonde, talking about his cake.
Seifer glanced at the cake and shrugged, "It's okay. I don't want anything from you."
Squall gritted his teeth and stared at his laps…
Caine frowned at the blonde, nudging him from under the table.
"What do you want?" Seifer spat.
The brunet friend (referring to Caine) glared at Seifer. That man just didn't have style at all.
"Nothing. Who was talking to you anyway?" Squall took deep breaths…
This was good. Seifer knew nothing about me or my past. Why would he want some raped guy when he could have anyone anyway. And it's not like the world stopped, really. I have college to worry about and a life to live alone. I have to make sure that Brad stays in Jail after the seven years were over…
Liar…
"I think we should get going." Caine stood up and called for the receipt.
Things were progressing real bad and he feared Seifer would blow up in another few minutes.
"Why? I like it here."
"We have college tomorrow, besides it's getting late."
Squall stood and followed Caine out while Seifer paid the bill.
Things weren't much better in the car. Seifer sat beside Squall, but all his teasing and cheerful banter had been forgotten somewhere in the bathroom.
The blonde just looked out his window and Squall stared straight ahead. Caine tried to make up some crappy conversations, but Seifer would answer in monosyllables and Squall wouldn't bother to answer at all.
"Goodnight, you guys."
Squall nodded and walked ahead into the apartment, turning on a few lights. Seifer snorted, his eyes blazing with anger and frustration.
"Seifer."
"What?"
"You…go to sleep, okay? Things will be brighter in the morning."
"Caine…you do the same…you have college in the morning." Seifer said coldly, turning his back and walking into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.
Squall was standing in the middle of the salon, "Seifer"
"Go to sleep, you have college in the morning."
"It's not"
"I am tired, please say what you have to in the morning." Seifer found it very hard to turn his back on the brunet, but that was what Squall wanted. He feared that if he didn't do that, he would just disregard the brunet's feelings and overwhelm him with passion then take him…but that wasn't what Seifer wanted…he wanted the brunet to want him…not just fulfill his lust…
Seifer walked into his room shutting the door and smirked to himself, his mind was seriously becoming messed up…if only Caine knew…oh how much he would laugh…he, the person who never gave a shit about his lover for the night's feelings was now groveling at the brunet's feet, waiting for the time Squall would tell him he felt something towards him…
The brunet walked into his room too, pulling out a towel and heading for the shower. It wasn't late, almost 10 PM, and college started at 9 AM…
Walking into the bathroom, Squall shed his clothes and looked in the mirror. There was a slightly red mark on his neck where Seifer had sucked.
Frowning, the brunet stepped into the bathtub, turning on the water and adjusting its heat so that it was warm against his cold, empty heart.
Seifer knew Squall was a heavy sleeper…and based on that fact, the blonde walked into the Squall's room.
The brunet was sleeping on his side, hugging his pillow against his chest.
A small poignant smile tugged on Seifer's lips.
Squall was again sleeping with only the towel draped across his hips, the blanket on the floor by the foot of the bed.
The blonde stopped when he was only centimeters away from he sleeping figure. He was full of yearning, aching to touch and hold what he can't have. His heart was beating in his ears as he bent to pick up the blanket and tucked it around the brunet.
Squall didn't move, just like the blonde expected. The brunet's lips were parted and he was breathing softly. The AC was cooling the room comfortably, it's droning sound almost unheard to the blonde, who had lost himself in the face of the sleeping brunet.
He didn't know how long he stood there, or the reason that he finally chose to bend closer to Squall's face and press his mouth to Squall's parted lips. Moaning softly, Seifer closed his eyes, his hand traveling down Squall's covered body to caress his thighs, moving closer to Squall's manhood.
"You sure have sunk so low, Seifer."
The blonde jerked away, upsetting Squall and making him sigh and turn to face he other side in his sleep, taking the pillow he loved so much with him.
Caine was standing against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.
"Caine…"
"Yeah. I'm still me…but who the fuck are you!" Caine roared.
"Shut up. Your voice is loud enough to wake the dead."
"Well, Squall isn't one of them since he's still asleep! Seifer! What has gotten into you!"
"Nothing you damn…why the hell are you here!"
"Since when did I need permission to come over. That's not why you gave me the keys, Seifer!"
Caine walked out of Squall's room shutting the door after him and Seifer. "Seifer…why aren't you saying anything! I care about you! This is not what you are like! This is not how you do things!"
"How the fuck do you know what I'm going through. Besides, it's over…I was …that was something stupid…it won't happen again…I guarantee that." Seifer walked into his room and shut the door, locking it behind him. Picking up the phone, his hand hesitated before dialing the numbers…the phone connected and an alluring voice was heard on the other end…
Caine frowned when he heard the infamous R&B blasting from the radio in Seifer's room…so Seifer was right…it was over…
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hahaha, that was a funny review Flo, totally enjoyed it.
/Squall/ cannibals...
/Seifer/ hehehe...those two get along so well it's scary...
comon, we're not that bad...
/Squall/...
/Seifer/ ...
...okay, maybe...
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looooooooooooooooools, i hope this chapter is cool...and suspenseful...