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"Hey, Angel. Get up...it's almost midnight."
Seifer had pulled on his clothes and was bent over the sleeping form of the naked brunet.
Squall moaned after a few minutes of Seifer's hot breath against his ear and throat, urging him to get up.
"Comon, kitten. Let's go eat someplace decent and head home."
Squall opened his eyes and began to speak but Seifer pressed his lips to the brunet's mouth, kissing him deeply before he stood up and pulled Squall with him, bending to pick up the brunet's clothes and handing it to him.
Squall blushed furiously, and in the dark Seifer couldn't see, but the blonde had pulled him into his arms, "I love you so much angel."
Squall murmured what sounded like a 'me too' and started dressing.
Seifer had already packed their things and was waiting patiently for Squall to straighten up his messy clothes, and run his hand to calm the unruly locks of silky brown hair.
"So, what do you want to eat, kitten?"
Squall shrugged and walked by Seifer, "I don't mind."
"How about fish?!"
Seifer chuckled. "Like hell." The memories of the poor fish suffering on the boat the other day quickly coming to his mind.
"Well, alright, if you insist. How about"
"Some small, decent café for pancakes or something? It is just a snack."
"Okay angel." Seifer grinned and slid in behind the wheel, thinking of the perfect place to take his lover to.
Squall looked out his window.
It was midnight, and only a few people were driving by, teenagers in groups, forming circles by the curb, and a few of the last business workers heading home.
The blonde looked over at the brooding brunet, wondering what was going on in that complicated mind of his.
'Denzel!'
'Ah, Squall! My, am I glad to see you! This new café opened just round the corner. Wanna check it out?'
'Sure! But do I get to have pancakes?'
'Well, you get to have something better...'
'What is that?'
'Me.'
"Squall?" Seifer poked the brunet who had suddenly looked sick.
Squall gasped and turned to smile and give the blonde his undivided attention.
"Are you okay? You"
"Yeah I am fine...just a little hungry though." Squall nervously chuckled and turned back to look at the dark sky.
'Denzel, please don't drink anymore! I love you! I hate to see you like this!'
'Denzel...you look horrible...have you been drinking again?!'
'Denzel, you scare me when you drink like that! Don't call me over when you're drunk...'
"Squall?!" Seifer finally called the brunet.
He had parked in front of a small café and opened the door for Squall, but the brunet was so consumed by his memories, that he had shut out his surrounding, including Seifer.
Looking up with alarm, Squall frowned sadly, "I am sorry Seifer..."
"What's wrong, kitten?" Seifer reached to stroke Squall's cheek, worry etched in the lines of his face.
"Nothing..." Squall slipped out of the comfortable leather seat and walked ahead, "Are you coming?"
Seifer frowned, "Squall?"
The brunet walked and pressed himself to the blonde's chest, hiding his face in the crook of the blonde's neck.
Seifer's arms came protectively around Squall's lean waist and delicate shoulders, "What is wrong, darling? Are you having regrets?"
Seifer's voice seemed shaky and sort of saddened.
Squall looked up at him, "No. I would never regret what we have. I love you. But you will regret loving me..."
Squall pulled away and walked in the direction of the café, "I am hungry." He said over his shoulder as he walked in, leaving a stupefied blonde frowning behind him...
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Caine rolled onto his side on Seifer's bed. It was one in the freakin morning but Sleep avoided him like the plague.
He got up to walk about the house, his hands crossed behind his back. He had to go to his place and gather some of his belongings. Seifer's shirts were larger at the shoulders, though pretty comfortable, wearing them now seemed ironic to Caine, who felt like a traitor.
When had everything gone so horribly wrong?
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Seifer followed the brunet to a secluded table.
The café was really empty except for another two couple and a small family sitting far off at the other side of the place.
Squall was quiet, but that was not what was unusual, but rather the glint in his grey eyes.
The blonde sat in front of Squall, a small smile on his face, "What are you thinking about, looking like that? About me?"
Squall chuckled and shrugged it off, "So, what is your order?"
Seifer frowned, "That you tell me what's wrong."
"I meant"
"Yes I know pretty well what you meant, sugar." Seifer sighed, "But I will not let you evade."
Squall flipped open the menu, "I...was thinking about Denzel..."
Seifer frowned at the mention of Squall's dead lover.
"My father told you...everything?"
Seifer pushed down the menu Squall was hiding behind, "I am not sure if it was everything, but I will not press you to tell me anything. You will when you think it is time."
Squall looked nervously around the café, "I always told him to stop drinking...he just wouldn't listen...one night he called me to come over..."
Squall's voice cracked as he relived every moment of his past, hearing it as he told what he saw in his mind...
"When Denzel was dying...all I was saying was 'please no'...I was helpless...even in court, Brad was laughing at me...I was pathetic...I still am..."
Seifer smiled tenderly and reached to stroke Squall's cheek, "You're not pathetic...you're my angel...my love."
Tears rolled down the brunet's cheeks, "How could you say that? Haven't you heard anything?! Because of me, Denzel is dead! Because of me Brad might roam the streets a free man! Because if me"
Seifer's mouth stole the rest of Squall's agonized words.
The brunet moaned and tried to pull away, but Seifer wouldn't let him. With a firm but gentle hand, he stroked the brunet's nape, keeping him locked against his mouth but sending soothing shivers down Squall's spine.
"Seifer..." Squall whispered when the blonde finally pulled away, determination making his eyes glow a dangerous shade of angry green
Squall raised a brow, "Seifer?"
"Brad is going to regret the day he met Denzel. You wait and see...I will make him grovel at your feet begging for mercy...I promise you that."
"Seifer"
"It's okay...I promise...I won't force you to do anything, but I will make sure he pays for everything he put you through, big time."
Squall started to say something, but a waitress cleared her throat from somewhere beside the table, impatient to take the lovers' orders.
Seifer grinned and chucked Squall's chin, placing their orders.
'You are weak...why are you so weak? How could you be so damn weak? I raped you...killed your lover...hmph...I guess cowards like you do exist...well be sure, Squall, that I am getting out of here in seven years ,and will roam the streets a free man...and you know what? I just might pay you a visit...you would have grown by then...would you still be weak? Yeah I think you would...cowards remain weak forever, that is why men like me exist...to make you realize the worth of your existence...do pray for Denzel for me...though if he had chosen a worthier lover, it would have all ended up differently...'
"Seifer..." Squall whispered.
The blonde turned his attention to Squall, dismissing the waitress with their orders, "What is it, my love?"
"I...want to testify against Brad...I will bear the consequences of hiding the truth till now...but if there is some way that I can...make him pay for killing Denzel and revealing the whole truth...I will take it..."
The brunet would never forget the blonde's admired grin...or the scalding kiss that followed...
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(rolls eyes...) well Flo. what can i say?
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(hahahahah...thanks for your review...)
thanks alot AO for your review as well...and Mary...no matter how many times i say thank it would never express my gratitude...
anyway...good night...actually...it's broad daylight here...hahaha...8 in the morning...
(stiffles a yawn...)
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