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~This story is a work of fiction. I claim no ownership of Final Fantasy VIII nor do I claim an affiliation with Square-Enix in any way. This story is for entertainment purposes only and I am making no profit from the writing of it.

Red Pajamas

SeiferxSquall

Seifer shivered. Despite the fact that he passed every night
sharing a bed with Shiva�s boyfriend, none of Squall�s tolerance to cold ever
seemed to rub off on him.

It was a damn good thing he knew how to blow shit up. Fire was his pal.

He didn�t look over his shoulder at Squall, who was seated,
obviously quite comfortably, in Seifer�s favorite
over-stuffed armchair, thumbing through the novel that Seifer
had yet to finish reading. The whole situation just pissed him off. And so he took his frustrations out on the
fire, poking at it furiously and doing no real good.

Squall�s voice was light and completely devoid of blame as
he idly turned another page. At the rate
he was going, he would finish the book before Seifer
got even half-way through. �You should
have called about the thermostat last week.�
The �like I told you to do a hundred times� was
left unspoken, but hung there, accusingly, nonetheless.

�Yeah, well, excuse me for having other things to do last
week. Like, oh, say leading two hundred
cadets in their field exams.�

Poke poke stab.

Squall only sniffed and turned another page. Seifer determined
that, at this point, Squall wasn�t even reading and was merely trying to piss
him off.

�True. I should have
thought about that while I was negotiating the treaty with Galbadia
and simultaneously handling the administrative duties while Selphie
is out of town.� There was a weighty
pause and then, �Oh, and I picked up your dry
cleaning. And groceries.�

He turned another page.
The muscles in Seifer�s jaw were beginning to
ache. When he spoke next, his words were
clipped and forced through clenched teeth.
�I scanned the unit myself, Squall.
It doesn�t look broken to me.�

Squall�s calm gaze flickered up briefly, though he didn�t
lift his chin. �You�re not a tech, you don�t know what broken looks like.�

Seifer sighed in exasperation and
dropped the poker back into the metal casing by the fireplace. �Fine. I�m a complete dumbass
and I deserve to freeze to death while you sit there, in my chair, reading my
book, all wrapped up cool and cozy in Shiva�s blanket of smug satisfaction.�

Squall chuckled soundlessly and settled further into the
chair. He was quite comfortable, there
was no denying that. �Don�t be
dramatic. It�ll warm up soon, you just have to be patient.�

At Seifer�s incredulous look, he
laughed again, shoulders shaking with silent amusement. His lover�s irritation was tangible and,
truthfully, Seifer was never so
sexy to Squall as when he was smoldering with some unreasonable, irrational
annoyance. Taking pity on him, though,
he looked up from the book and offered Seifer a small
smile. �Go change. I picked up something for you today � it�ll
be warmer than what you have on.�

Clearly disbelieving, Seifer
headed off toward the bedroom they�d shared exclusively for almost a year,
now. Squall simply smiled to himself and
lay the book aside. It was quite turning
out to be the best story he�d ever read and Seifer,
who usually had the attention span of a gnat, was going to enjoy it.

�once Squall was finished with it, anyway.

While Seifer was gone, Squall got
up and spread a blanket out on the floor, before the fireplace. The room was already warming up and the
technician he�d called earlier, knowing that his lover would never get around
to it, would be there in the morning to fix the thermostat. Squall had no reservations about seeing to Seifer�s comfort until then. Seifer warmed
quickly and Squall knew all the best ways to see to it that he stayed that way.

By the time he�d stretched out on the blanket, himself
comfortable in a pair of Seifer�s pajama pants and a
t-shirt, his lover appeared in the bedroom door, his expression unutterably
priceless.

�I suppose you think this is funny?� He asked lightly, arms crossed over his
chest. Squall rolled to one side,
propped his head up on his hand and quirked an eyebrow.

�Funny?�

Seifer, resplendent in red thermal
underwear, stood stiffly, his broad shoulders straight and tense with rapidly
increasing humiliation.

�I look like an idiot.�
He deadpanned.

Squall smiled, a small twist of his
lips. �I beg to differ.�

Seifer pushed away from the
doorframe and walked stiffly over to where Squall lay, sprawled so lazily. �That�s because you take unnatural pleasure
in my embarrassment.�

Squall looked up, the view from where he lay
inciting feelings that had nothing at all to do with enjoyment of Seifer�s embarrassment.
He licked his lips and admired his lover�s body, wrapped so nicely in
all that red, clingy fabric.

�Your embarrassment is not where I�d intended to take my
pleasure, Seifer.�

The look in those familiar stormy eyes had Seifer going down on one knee on the blanket, kneeling over
Squall and awaiting Squall�s invitation.
Even after a year of this sort of closeness, Seifer
was still very careful of Squall�s boundaries.
It was how they played the game, after all. Always had been.

He closed his eyes when Squall�s hand cupped his face, those
delicate, capable fingers stroking his cheek with no hidden adoration. When Seifer spoke,
his voice was quiet and completely without amusement. �You know these hideous things have an open
flap in the back.�

Squall made some soft sound when he drew his golden lover
down for a slow, thorough kiss � the kind he knew turned Seifer�s
blood to fire. Against Seifer�s lips, as he wound his arms around him, Squall
whispered, �Yes�I know.�
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