Goodbye is only the Beginning

BY : Madisuzy
Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Crossovers
Dragon prints: 549
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVIII, FFVII, Laguna, Vincent, Kiros, Cloud or Squall. If I did they would be naked more often. I'm not making any money from this and all rights remain the property of the original owners.

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Squall put down his phone with a frustrated sigh. No answer and no idea where Laguna was. He stretched on his bed before standing up and grabbing his jacket, deciding to go out and see if he could find where his father had wandered off to. He was relieved to find downstairs still empty and he walked out the front door, looking down at the dirt beneath his feet as he thought about how to apologize.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t see Laguna approaching until he nearly walked into him. Looking up, all his words died in his throat at the expression on his father’s face.

“Dad?” he whispered.

“Right now I need to speak to Vincent. When I’m finished, you and I need to talk,” Laguna said, walking past him and into the house. Squall turned and stared after him, frowning at his words. Typical. Once again the gunman came first.

“Squall? Can I interest you in some breakfast?” Kiros asked, making the Commander turn in surprise. He hadn’t even noticed his father’s assistant standing nearby.

“Whatever,” Squall mumbled. At least it would give him something to do until Laguna was finished taking care of his priorities.

**.**

Laguna found Vincent still in bed and staring up at the roof which worried him immediately. Being past midday Laguna expected the gunman to be up and already out of the house.

“Hey,” he said softly, crawling onto the bed and into his lover’s arms. Vincent sighed as he wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling into his neck.

“Missed you,” Vincent whispered. “And I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too,” Laguna answered, moving until his head rested on his lover’s chest.

“What for?”

“Pushing things with you and Squall. After what he did it was selfish of me to expect you to forgive him,” Laguna said sadly. “Especially since he obviously feels no remorse for what he did to you.” Vincent hugged him closer, reaching up to play with his hair with his free hand.

“But he is your son. It is normal for you to want peace between us. You do not have to apologize for that.”

“He may be my son but that doesn’t excuse what he did to you,” Laguna replied, sighing. “If he was sorry for what he did then maybe there’d be a chance but the way he’s been acting he doesn’t deserve forgiveness. I just wish I could understand why he dislikes you so much.”

“He thinks I am taking you away from him,” Vincent murmured. Laguna frowned at his words, sitting up to look down at his lover.

“You think so? A couple of months ago he didn’t want to be around me at all,” Laguna said skeptically.

“Laguna, he may have acted closed towards you before but the fact he would go to such lengths to get rid of me should show you that he already loved you. He just has no idea how to express how he feels,” Vincent said, peering into his eyes sadly.

“I wish he could get it into his head that I’m his father and no one can take me away from him,” Laguna said softly, amazed at his lover’s insight. Squall had drugged and taken advantage of him but the gunman was still trying to help strengthen the relationship between him and his son. The man astounded Laguna with his selflessness.

“He will with time, Laguna,” Vincent reassured.

“I hope so. Hey, what are you still doing in bed anyway? I thought you’d be up and spending some time with Cloud.”

Vincent’s eyebrow raised as he grinned back at Laguna. “Trying to get rid of me already?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Well, Cloud is rather cute,” Laguna laughed, jumping off the bed to dodge Vincent’s arms which made a half hearted attempt to catch him. “Hey, we could always adopt him. It’d be nice to have a son that was easy to talk to.”

“Oh, I am sure Cloud is old enough to look after himself. I hardly think he needs adopting at his age,” Vincent retorted, climbing out of bed.

“Then maybe you should let him decide whether to go to Balamb garden or stay with us in Esthar,” Laguna said, looking uncertainly at Vincent. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you and Squall were so busy arguing last night that nobody even thought to stop and ask Cloud what he’d like to do. I can’t help but think that a man his age would be offended by the way the two of you were deciding his future without his input.”

“You have a point, Laguna,” Vincent said frowning. “I will speak to him as soon as he returns.”

“Good. After all, I don’t want the two of you to be on bad terms. Cloud needs all the friends he can get at the moment,” Laguna said with a grin. “Okay, now that that’s settled, how about we go downstairs and have some lunch. Kiros promised me pancakes and I’m starving.” Laguna’s stomach rumbled loudly in support of his suggestion

“Pancakes? What are we celebrating this time?” Vincent remarked. Laguna blushed thinking of what he and Kiros had been doing earlier at the hotel.

“Oh, um, nothing in particular,” he mumbled, looking at the floor and chewing his lip nervously. Vincent walked over to him, pinning him against the wall and kissing him soundly before pulling back and looking into his eyes.

“Was Kiros really that good this morning,” Vincent growled with a predatory grin. “Maybe I should be worried.” Laguna rolled his eyes at Vincent, as his stomach once again grumbled in protest.

“Do you think you could be worried after lunch? I’m really hungry right now,” he said as he tried to wriggle out of Vincent’s hold. Chuckling at his futile attempts of escape, Vincent finally released him, taking hold of his hand and leading the now pouting President out of the room.

**.**

By the time Vincent and Laguna made their way downstairs, Squall had finished eating and was sitting in the lounge room reading through a pile of paperwork intently. He didn’t even glance up at them as they passed and Laguna wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or offended by his son’s ignorance.

“Took you two long enough,” Kiros commented as they entered the kitchen, opening the oven and pulling out two plates of pancakes that he’d put aside for them. Laguna sat down, grabbing the syrup and drowning his lunch as he watched Vincent walk over and pin Kiros against the sink.

“Thank you,” Vincent purred before catching Kiros’ lips in a kiss that was anything but platonic. Laguna felt himself harden at the sight of his two lovers, grinding against each other and completely forgot his lunch as he enjoyed the show. He was so distracted, that he was completely oblivious to the sound of the front door opening in the next room.

**.**

Cloud walked in the front door feeling great after working off all his aggression on the local monster population. He was still lost in thought, trying to work out how to explain to Vincent that he wanted to go with Squall to Garden and try out being a mercenary instead of going to Esthar. He knew his friend wasn’t going to like the idea but he was determined to give it a try. Leaning his sword against the wall next to the door, he turned to come face to face with Squall who he hadn’t even noticed was in the room.

“Hello, Squall,” he blurted out, surprised by the young man’s appearance. Squall smirked at him, tilting his head to one side as he looked him over in a way that made Cloud feel even more uncomfortable.

“Hello, Cloud,” the Commander said softly. “Been out hunting, I see.”

“Um…ah…yeah,” Cloud replied, taking a step back only to bump against the closed door. Squall stepped forward, reaching a hand up to his face and Cloud tensed, sucking in a breath. Squall’s smile only widened as he picked a stray leaf out of Cloud’s hair and held it up between them.

“Had a leaf in your hair,” he said in explanation as he stepped back. “Kiros is cooking lunch, if you’re interested.” Squall gestured towards the kitchen before turning and walking back to the sofa. Sitting back down, he returned to his paperwork without even glancing back.

Cloud slowly let out the breath that he was holding in, frowning as he walked towards the kitchen, trying to work out why Squall’s proximity had effected him so. He looked up as he entered and was shocked to see Vincent devouring Kiros against the sink.

“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed in shock, his eyes going wide. Vincent released Kiros, turning to grin at him apologetically. “Um...I…,” Cloud stuttered, wishing that he had stayed out hunting for another hour and avoided all of this.

“My apologies, Cloud. I did not hear you come home,” Vincent drawled, moving to sit down at the table and smile at a now chuckling Laguna. Kiros turned back to the oven, pulling out yet another plate for Cloud and placing it on the table with an embarrassed look.

“Please sit down and have some lunch, Cloud. I hope pancakes are alright,” he said, turning back to busy himself at the sink. Taking a moment to try and gather himself, Cloud eventually sat down looking at his plate and realizing he was a little hungry.

“Thanks, Kiros. They look great,” he mumbled, looking up at Laguna as the President passed him the syrup.

“How was your morning?” the older man asked, smiling at him and ignoring the blush that Cloud could feel had turned his face red.

“Good, thanks,” Cloud responded as he avoided Vincent’s eyes. He was still a little pissed off at the gunman for last night but didn’t want to discuss it with the two older men in the room. “Managed to find enough fiends to keep me busy.”

Laguna nodded as he began to eat and the table fell into an uncomfortable silence for the rest of the meal. As they began to finish, Vincent turned to Cloud who was still busy trying to avoid eye contact with his friend.

“Cloud, would you mind coming for a walk with me? I feel there are things we need to discuss,” he said, drawing Cloud’s eyes to him. He nodded at his friend, standing and thanking Kiros before following him out the back door.

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