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Tension (v2.0)	By : xreverie Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters in it. I don't make any money from writing this story.

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SYNOPSIS: Seifer's been acting very strange lately, as Commander/Temporary Headmaster of the SeeD Academy it's Squall's duty to find out why.

Why Seifer's been avoiding him lately.

Why everyone seems to know something he doesn't.

Squall has his own problems to deal with... You know, like an obsessive sorceress perhaps? When the opportunity arises for him to solve both problems at once, how will it turn out? In tragedy? Or something less morbid.

WARNING(s): A little Rinoa bashing, a little this, a little that and definitely more of that.

Yaoi fanfiction.

I curse like a sailor, so please don't expect me to censor.

PAIRING(s): SeiferxSquall | IrvinexZell (so far)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I made the story, but the characters in this fiction do not belong to me.

They belong to Squaresoft/Square Enix.

I just have a tendency to borrow them from time to time for literary acts of perversion, that in which, I like to call 'fan fiction'.

Also, the characters are pretty OOC from how they were in the game.

I don't think I deviated too much, but I like to cover my bases.

Tension (v2.0)

By Joan Reverie

The Ultimecia War was over.

The Squanoa (Squall x Rinoa) era was over; everyone assumed it would work, that'd they'd be together forever.

He was her Knight after all, and she was...

She was a gigantic pain in Squall's ass.

Seifer was no longer Ultimecia's bitc-- Knight and now resides back at the SeeD Academy as an instructor, believe it or not.

At first, everyone was a little uneasy and not a little bit surprised that the Commander even let him back in. It was obvious that Squall was a bit more understanding when it came to Seifer, being a Knight himself, he knew far too well the weight of control the sorceresses had on their "protectors".

Though truthfully It didn't take too long for everyone to warm up to Seifer, him being his charismatic, outgoing self.

Everything was starting to go back to normal.

Or so he thought.

The sun's a'shining, the birds were singing, a nice cool breeze, there was even laughter that filled the air.

And Seifer couldn't stand it.

AUGH! Fucking hell! Everything is just pissin' me the fuck off, damn it! Seifer silently ranted.

This was a regular occurance.

It's been going on for a month now, this little rampage of his.

For a while everyone just passed it off as Seifer having a bad day, but as days turned to weeks, weeks leaking to months... now they weren't so sure.

Despite their concern they were wary. It seems that Seifer's been biting people's heads off if they even so much breathed next to him, resulting in everyone giving the angsty blonde a wide berth, lest they wished to be ripped a new asshole.
Complaints and concerns eventually reached Squall.

"Mr. Almasy threw my communicator into the marshes for laughing at an e-mail!"

"I sneezed. I thought he was gonna skewer me with his gunblade!"

"He didn't like the way I drank my orange juice... That's why I'm wearing it."

"I got written up for blinking too much."

"WHAT? I'M SORRY, I CAN'T HEAR VERY WELL! I JUST GOT LECTURED MY MR. ALMASY AND I'M AFRAID MY EARS ARE STILL RINGING!!"

After a while even he had to admit that he noticed a considerable change in the other's attitude for the past few months. Squall knew something had to be done, he just didn't know how to approach the subject delicately to the moody Seifer.

It was lunch hour at the SeeD Academy, so the gang was situated in the Mess Hall.

Good ol' responsible Quistis was enjoying a novel, her delicate fingers toying with a silky, blonde lock of hair.

Selphie was completely engrossed in her latest yaoi manga.

Zell was devouring hot dogs, and Irvine, Zell's boyfriend, laughed heartedly, cautioning his lover to slow down.

"You might choke on something, darlin'" The Cowboy reasoned with his deep southern drawl, the corner of his mouth curling in a rogue-like smirk.

"If I stop breathing, would you gimme CPR?" Zell shot back coyly, looking up at Irvine beneath dark-blonde lashes.

"Sugar, you don't need to stop breathin' for me t'give you mouth-to-mouth." he countered with a teasing growl before he pulled the blonde onto his lap, lips hungrily meeting his. Selphie squealed with delight, her new yaoi manga temporarily forgotten in her hands.

"Voyeur." Quistis breathed as she gingerly turned a page from her book, ignoring the scene completely.
The couple had come-out not too long after their final battel with Ultimecia. The shocking news travelled all over Garden in waves, but Squall wasn't in the least bit surprised.

Irvine picked on Zell too much for it to be genuine and the spiky blonde didn't seem to be as outraged as he pretended to be.

Squall shook his head slightly at the sight of everyone. It was nice to see them at ease; finally able to relax, especially from what they all went through during the War.
Everyone even looked different.

Quistis (after long days of debating) had cut her honey blonde hair into a layered feminine bob, straight hair feathering over her cheek bones. Though the hairstyle made her appeared softer, her blue eyes still held that steel in them, her tongue sharp enough to rip you into shreds if you so much touched a toe out of line.

Which was why she was Squall's assistant, he couldn't handle all Garden's operations on his own and Quistis proved to be quite invaluable.

Remind me to buy her something pretty... Squall thought to himself.

Selphie was still the ball of sunshine, though she no longer forced anyone to work on Garden Activites. Though it seems she beginning to resemble a fairy more and more everyday, with her bright clothes and new pixie haircut, always adorned with festive little clips.

Irvine long discarded his infamous beige trench coat, now deciding to don himself in tight jeans and cotton shirts.

He still kept the cowboy hat though.

Zell's gravity-defying hair never changed, said his mother liked it this way and that it reflected on his personality (he calls himself 'electric'). His rough edges were sanded down by Kinneas, so Zell isn't as high strung as he was before.

Despite the changes, there were some things that just never change. For instance, Quistis still fancies wearing her rose turtlenecks and hip hugging pencil skirts (arguing that it suited her duties).

Irvine could never part with his auburn locks (Zell probably wouldn't let him anyway).

Selphie still has that strange fascination with trains and often disappears for long periods of time, going on train rides Squall suspects.

Zell sill loves hotdogs and shadow boxes whenever he can, but at least he finds appropriate places to do it.
Each member of the squad had become an Instructor during Squall's reign as Headmaster, including himself. Squall, with his knack for battle tactics, naturally taught Battle Studies. Zell was in charge of Training & Conditioning. Quistis, as a side duty, took it upon herself to teach the Understandings of GFs classes. Selphie taught Garden History and Irvine's currently training a small group of sharpshooters.

At the moment Seifer is taking a break from teaching, but originally he's the Self-Defense Instructor.
Squall winced involuntarily. Thinking of Seifer brought him back from his woolgathering, making him aware of how tired he really was. He couldn't even remember the last time he laid in bed for more than three hours at a time.

Since he became Headmaster rest was never an option.

There were too many things to take care of, so much responsibility rested on his weary shoulders that it left him feeling drained.

Squall mentally shook himself. No. Not right now.

His stormy gaze traveled to the embracing couple and he couldn't help but smile, it was good to know that there still was hope for happiness.
"What? You want in on this Squall?"

Squall blinked the sound of Irvine's deep baritone.

"Whatever." he muttered under his breath as he put his head down, his arms providing a suitable pillow.

Indeed, some things just never change.
SLAM!

No one stirred.

They just continued eating, conversing as if nothing happened, but everyone knew who had just made an entrance.

The PMS-ing Seifer Almasy.

Walking (which looked more akin to stomping) toward the group, Seifer stopped dead in his tracks.

Shit.

The muscle in his jaw began to twitch before he realized he and clenching his teeth too hard and tried to calm himself.

There he was, the bane of his existence, with his head down and the long line of his back on display. Viridescent eyes drank in the sight of him: the soft nape of his neck, the slender curve of his back, the sleekness of his legs that went on forever. Seifer felt his throat close up, making breathing a task.

The his heart was hammering against his rib cage as blood roared in his ears. Feeling the heat burn into his cheeks, he reeled backwards and was out of the hall within moments.
Irvine rose from his seat, "I'll be right back, Sugar."

The spiky blonde smiled, with that knowing smile of his, "All right, go knock some sense into the fucker."

"Will do darlin', will do." Irvine bent down to brush his lips softly against Zell's.

"Try not to miss me too much." he breathed in mock arrogance, and quickly retreated to dodge a playful smack from Zell to follow the fuming idiot, but failed to miss his lover's eye roll and muttered comment about him being impossible.
It didn't take long for him to find Seifer pacing outside with a dark look on his face. Irvine kept his distance for a bit, observing the other with a keen eye.

What's going on with him?

The redhead watched the pacing blonde for a few beats. Seifer with his long blonde hair, streaming behind him like a fine threads of sunlight, waving to a fro as he walked (or stomped) back and forth, his steps heavy; angry and... Frustrated.

Seifer's behavior didn't make sense. Amethyst eyes narrowed before moving forward.
Irvine strode to him, his steps sure, purposeful. The heel of his boots clicking rhythmically as he reached the fuming idiot.

"Yo." he greeted with a small tip of his cowboy hat.

"The fuck do you want Kinneas?" The blonde spat, his emerald eyes flashing dangerously.

Irvine, expecting that sort of greeting, merely raised a brow, unimpressed with the blonde's bluster, "What the fuck is stuck up your ass, Almasy?"

A look of regret flashed across Seifer's face before the man wiped it off completely.

"What do you want?" he asked again, his voice sounding more resigned, helpless, even pleading. This was completely out of character.

Seifer never pleaded.

This was interesting.
Irvine blinked away his surprise and studied at the other man more closely. Seifer's cheeks were flushed, his breathing was labored, there was an uncertainly in his eyes that he had never noticed was there before.

Recognition sparked his eyes.

Heh.

The corners of his lips curved into a smile; a very knowing smile.

"You got the hots for someone." Irvine's smile grew even wider as he watched the color completely drain from Seifer's face.

Gotcha!

Seifer felt dread form at the pit of his stomach as the words of denial spewed from his lips,"I don't know wha--"

"Squall."

Just like that, all the breath went out him in a whoosh.

And he watched in in dismay as the damned cowboy shined his pearly whites in a wide, triumphant grin, "I knew it!"

To be Continued...

Author's Note:

All righty then! I haven't gone back to this story in a while (for a few years in fact).

I've been getting caught up in working on my originals.

I'm gonna try to wrap up this story since it's one of my firsts. lol

Yours,
Joan
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Tension (v2.0)

Tension (v2.0)By Joan Reverie

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Tension (v2.0)

By Joan Reverie