Rating: T

Genre: Romance / Hurt / Angst

Warning: Language / Lime / Man x Man

Words: 1,177

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Final Fantasy VIII, just love to borrow the characters.

Summary: A scene I imagined about Seifer, after he had tortured Squall and left. Goes along the game again, just like "Dance with Me." Maybe it´s more of a drabble?

Seifer muses about his dream of being a knight, but another dream of a certain brunette, who was currently being tortured in D-District Prison, interrupted those musings far too easily.

My Dream

Seifer x Squall

A knight – loyal, strong, always there to protect the one he had pledged his life to. That is what he had wanted to become: the knight of a sorceress. And that was what he was now, his romantic dream fulfilled so soon.

Then suddenly, a familiar scream echoed through the air and halls of the D-District Prison, pulling him out of his musings. Others would shudder at that sound, for it was filled with tortured pain, but it merely sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. It reminded him of the time when he had brought out similar cries out of the male, held captive just a few floors above him. Cries of pain mixed with pleasure – mind numbing and sweet, suffocatingly hot and lust-filled.

But enough of that. He had his dream and his mistress to obey, he didn´t need that aloof, cold and prideful man any longer.

Another scream reached his ears and he shivered anew.

"Seifer... Stop...! I cannot...! Ah! I lo-...!"

He could hear that panted and cracked voice so clearly as if the man had spoken it directly into his ear. Before his inner eye could he see the brown, unruly hair – plastered against the lightly tanned skin, wet from the sweat that flowed down his face. Storm-blue eyes that watched the world with disinterest - filled with passion, lust, determination and never outspoken fear. A slender, beautiful, muscular, strong body, normally moving fast and gracefully in a battle, never catchable by anyone – writhing now beneath his own, held carefully but demandingly in his gloved hands. Long legs slung around his waist - as if clinging onto him for dear life. Hands and fingers, so very long and slim, clawing into his flesh now - when they had held a deadly, heavy weapon just moments before. Lips, soft and tender, which almost never uttered a word - now ghosting over his skin and letting aspirated words and sounds escape them with a sweet voice.

"Let me... Please, Seifer...! I beg you...!"

Squall had been so beautiful at those times, breathtakingly so even. And the feel of the brunette´s insides when he had thrust into him had been so addictive. He had been able to change Squall completely solely by using his body. From a strong man that others trusted and had looked for guidance to, to a fragile male who he could break if he used the right words.

"What weakness is? I guess being unable to protect what you need to protect. Your important things, people and places. - What that is for me, you ask? Well, for me it´s Balamb Garden, because it´s the place I call home. And... Never mind..."

Weak... - that was all Leonheart was, will be and presently is. Unable to protect even himself. But had he not been just as unable? He had not protected himself, nor his mistress. He had lost to him – utterly lost.

"Losing? How can I lose? I have you as my rival, right? The stronger you get, the stronger I get and the other way around."

No, do not think of the imbecile, idiot! He was simply jealous that he had been chosen by Edea and not that aloof, bastard! How could he have ever thought of Squall as a rival? He was nothing but a cat that tried to scratch him. Alone and weak.

"Hah! I won again, Seifer! - Oh shit, it´s Quistis! Gotta go!"

A knock was heard in the room he was resting in and he looked to the door, where a Galbadian soldier had appeared.

"Sir, Commander Almasy, sir? The prisoner won´t wake up anymore. What shall we do with him, sir?" the soldier asked in a curious voice.

"Is he dead?" Faint fear painted his voice.

"Dying? Don´t be an idiot! I´ll never die, especially not before you!"

"No, simply unconscious, sir. He will probably wake up again after some hours of rest, sir."

"Then put him back into his cell. I will interrogate him again myself the next time."

"Yes, sir! Please excuse me, sir!"

The soldier left and silence returned into the room. A sigh escaped his lips as his mind wandered again. His mistress was all he needed... He was her knight, her sword and shield. Nothing was more important than that, was it not?

"Hmpf! You´re a lapdog now, Seifer? Pretty much suits you, huh? You have lost your way!"

He was not a lapdog! He was a knight! How could Squall have said that after seeing him by his mistress's side? He had been strong and didn´t need to rely on others, unlike him. How could he be compared to him?!

"We´re... quite alike aren´t we? I never noticed it before we actually began talking like this. Odd what kind of effects words can have. Don´t you think so, Seifer?"

No, no! They weren´t alike! Never! He had achieved everything he wanted while Leonheart had...

"Friends...? What are you talking about? I don´t have any, you know that, idiot!"

That was...

"Friends..." he whispered quietly.

Then he heard the alarm for escaped prisoners shrill through the air, and the door was pushed open with a bang.

"Sir! Some of the prisoners have escaped their cells! They are currently trying to go upstairs!" the same soldier said who had come in before.

"Let me guess: it´s the mercenary-SeeD´s."

"Yes, sir! They have acquired their weapons and are fast approaching our position, sir!"

"They want to save him..."

"Pardon, sir...?"

"They want to save Leonheart, you dumb shit! No friends, my ass! Always! You always had everything I wanted!" - Even your heart...! My heart! You have it all!

"What I want for my birthday? Nothing, really... - I must choose something, no matter what? Well, how about yourself then? Don´t wanna...?"

"S-sir?! What are you-?!"

He got off of the couch so fast that he startled the soldier. Angry, hurt and desperate, he glared through the room. At something or someone only his heart could see.

"I won´t give you my dream as well, Squall!"

And with that was he out of the door, rushing towards the SeeD´s he could have called friends and the one and only person he had ever wanted – taken away again. All taken from him, only the dream he had gotten fulfilled was his.

"A dream...? I guess I don´t have one. What about you then?"

"My dream is all I need in life! My dream..." - was once you!