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Come Out and Play
You gotta keep �em
separated

Zell drew back his fist almost as though he were
suspended in time. Irvine watched
the graceful line of his body as he drove the punch home and vanquished the
light in the creature�s eyes. When it had faded out of sight, Zell stepped back, fists still raised, chest heaving from
exertion and throughout it all, that irresistible sparkle in his blue eyes. Irvine
couldn�t tear his eyes away.
"Good hit, Zell." He offered softly, his
slow, easy drawl crawling over Zell like honey. He
grinned, flashing fangs and revealing his mischievous nature as he always did.
Many men had been lulled into a false sense of security when facing Zell in battle. It was those eyes and that disarming little
grin. It hid the power beneath it all, and hid it well. He looked like a Boy
Scout to Irvine, and damn if he
hadn�t always had a thing for those cute little uniforms.
"It was nothing, besides, I�ve been cooped up for two days and I�m
ready to knock a hole through something." He grinned again and it almost
induced Irvine to utter the illicit
offer that was poised on the tip of his tongue. At the last second he thought
better of it and simply nodded his understanding instead. Zell
wasn�t ready to say goodbye to Squall yet, it was still too soon to reveal his
intentions to him. But when the time came, when the Commander
returned to Garden with his knight in tow, Irvine would make
his move and he would finally make Zell his.
His turquoise eyes narrowed and he licked his lips absently as he watched the
light sheen of sweat glisten on Zell�s skin.
"Irvine?" Zell�s voice pulled him out of his reverie and he grinned
at him, pushing his cowboy hat back from his face just a bit. Let him look into
his eyes, just once, and he would know for certain, one way or another, whether
or not Zell Dincht would
ever be up for grabs. For him, anyway. The Commander
had him now, lock, stock and cock and even though neither boy had declared any
sort of commitment to the other, Irvine
saw the look on Zell�s face anytime he came into
contact with Squall Leonhart. He lost his ability to
think, to reason and was left instead with this blank, staring, needing
expression that told all his secrets without him ever saying a word.
Only problem was, Squall belonged to Seifer,
always had, always would and once the formalities had been dispensed with, the
shit was going to hit the fan. Zell would need a
shoulder to cry on. Irvine planned
to be there to offer his shoulder and anything else that Zell
might require of him. It was only a matter of time�
"Hey man, I asked you if you were ready to go, I need a shower."
He remarked, his nose wrinkling as he pulled his tank
top over his head and began to wring it out. It actually dripped water. And Irvine
felt as though his mouth were about to do the same. He gulped, inaudibly, but
he�d done it. He felt like an untried schoolboy just looking at Zell. A shower? He�d almost prefer
Chinese water torture. But then he gave a small shrug. What was the difference
really? Torture was torture, and at least after the shower he�d have something
else to add to his ever growing�daydream gallery.
He grinned back at Zell and pulled his hat off his
head, shaking his honey tresses free of its band and letting them feather over
his shoulders, frame his face. He watched the smile fade slowly from Zell�s face and he suddenly felt a little less burdened by
the situation he was in. Zell was ogling his hair,
which was good. Wait till he took his clothes off.
"I�m ready when you are, short stuff."

***
Laguna watched Seifer silently, his heart swelling
with something that felt almost like pity, but not quite. Seifer
would die before he allowed anyone to pity him, so Laguna decided not to try to
name the unfamiliar emotion. Better for everyone involved, actually.
He held a small tray that boasted two glasses of lemonade and some sort of
shortbread cookies. A strange combination, to say the least, but the chef swore
that they were made to be consumed together and so Laguna had shrugged, took
the tray and smiled his thanks. Polite and considerate to his servants, that
was the President of Esthar. Too
damn nice for his own good.
Seifer sat silently and still as a statue beneath
the shade of a willow tree. Its branches seemed to rain leafy tears over the
boy�s golden head and Laguna smiled at the sight that he presented. His somber
mood was easily detected; he didn�t bother to hide it, which was something
Laguna truly admired about Seifer. He never offered
false emotions and he never bothered to cover up his own pain. It simply
manifested itself in another guise and Laguna didn�t want to contemplate any of
that. He tried not to dwell on Seifer�s past,
although he was aware of it and accepted it as something that couldn�t be swept
under the rug.
Seifer didn�t look up as Laguna approached him, he merely continued playing with a blade of grass that
had been overlooked near the base of the tree. Laguna noticed the unsightly
patch of grass and imagined that Kiros would say that
he was really going to have to speak to the gardener about being a little more
consistent�
"Squall�s not here." Seifer told him,
his voice gruff but not unkind.
Laguna smiled and held a glass out to Seifer, who
took it without looking up.
"Well, good, because I didn�t come here to
talk to Squall." He said happily.
Seifer grinned but still didn�t raise his head.
"So you came out here to talk to me?" He asked, almost teasingly.
"No, I just wanted to enjoy the garden today."
Seifer almost grinned as he continued to speak to
the ground.
"You wanted to enjoy your garden with two glasses of lemonade and a
plateful of cookies?" Now he was teasing.
Laguna offered him that shy smile that he had miraculously managed to hold
onto over the years and Seifer couldn�t help
responding to it.
He snagged a cookie from the tray and bit into it, sending crumbs scattering
to the ground.
"We just had breakfast, Laguna, how can you be hungry?" He asked
around a mouthful of cookie.
Laguna shrugged. "I�m always hungry, and I know you and Squall were out
here playing around and�"
Oh, way to go bigmouth! Laguna briefly
contemplating smacking himself but decided to take the less obvious route.
He didn�t want to put Seifer on his guard by making
him wonder if he�d been spying on the two of them.
"You saw us fighting?" Seifer asked,
finally looking up to meet Laguna�s eyes. Laguna shrugged.
"I saw you sparring, but I didn�t stay to see the grand finale. It
looked�personal." Laguna looked away, the faintest of blushes tingeing his
cheeks. Seifer suppressed a grin.
"It�s always personal with us, you know that." Seifer
said, the discomfort in his voice apparent even to
Laguna.
"Uh, yeah, so�are you guys�?" Laguna let his voice trail off,
silently cursing himself for his lack of eloquence. Why couldn�t he carry on a
conversation like a normal person? He closed his eyes, hiding them with his
hand.
Seifer had to grin at the picture Laguna presented
in that moment. He felt as though he were being treated to a glimpse of the
future Squall. And then his smile faded. This was assuming he was going to be
around to see it. He felt the tug at his heart when he imagined being without
Squall for the rest of his life. No way. He�d fight hell before he let that
happen. His lip curled in the shadow of a sneer as he imagined all the
possibilities that could separate them. He�d die first. But Laguna was watching
his face intently and he knew he was going to have to answer him.
"Yes." It was all he had to say. Laguna nodded once and reached
for another cookie.
"I thought so." He said.
Seifer raised an eyebrow. "Is it that
obvious?"
Laguna shook his head, cookie crumbs dropping onto his shirt when he moved.
"I went into Squall�s room this morning. His bed was empty."
Seifer tipped his glass up, swallowing the last of
his lemonade. Laguna watched the line of his throat, so sleek and inviting and
he suddenly understood his son�s attraction. Seifer Almasy was a beautiful boy. Man. He corrected
himself. Seifer hadn�t been a boy even when he was
younger. And he was a man now, a man who was running from demons that Laguna
doubted Squall was even aware of. He hoped his son had the perseverance to see
it through. The road would be a long one.
Seifer shot him a strange look, veiled and vaguely
annoyed.
"It�s not what you think." And then he cringed as the words left
his mouth. Did he really just say that?
Laguna smiled wistfully. "It�s none of my business anyway." He
told Seifer, his voice a little sad.
Seifer grabbed another cookie from the plate and
studied Laguna. He saw so much of Squall in him. He doubted if Squall ever saw
the similarities.
"It is your business. He�s your son. That makes it your business."
Laguna�s eyes widened before his face settled into a relaxed sort of grin.
"Thank you." He said simply.
Seifer eased back on one elbow, enjoying, for one
of the few times of his life, the fact that he was free to just lie in the
grass and�be. "Squall and I have
always been at each other�s throats. His knowing how I really feel about him
only complicates matters." Seifer paused, as
though he might say something else, but then he fell silent once more. Laguna
considered his words for a long while, breaking the silence with a small sigh.
"So, you love him?" I cannot believe we�re having this
conversation.
"Yes." Seifer met his eyes and Laguna
was a bit dazed by the potency of his sharp emerald stare. His sincerity was
touching. His emotions hovered so near to his surface that Laguna could almost
feel his obsession. It awed him, to realize that such
an emotion existed that could rival the love that he had felt for Raine. It was humbling.
"I�m sorry if I�m prying." Laguna told him. Seifer
shook his head and lay back in the grass, hands beneath his head, as he
contemplated the fine fucking mess he�d gotten himself into. In
for a penny, right? He�d just told Squall�s daddy something that he was
pretty sure made him feel just the teeniest bit awkward. Yet there he sat,
munching on shortbread and smiling at the hummingbirds. This whole situation
was a psychiatrist�s wet dream and didn�t it just figure that Seifer Almasy was right smack in
the middle of it all? It made him wonder where Squall was. And
when he was coming back.
***
"You sure about this?" Kiros asked him again, for about the tenth time since
they�d left the palace. Squall scowled and contemplated murdering his father�s
best friend.
"Yes." He muttered through gritted teeth. Kiros
shrugged, sliding his blades back and forth within the
sheathes that hung from his belt.
"Okay, little lion. Let�s go."
Squall halted Kiros� advance with a hand on his
arm.
"What, now?" Kiros demanded and Squall
knew he was feeling rattled.
"Stop calling me that." Squall told him in his usual monotone.
Kiros rolled his eyes. "Fine,
and Squall?"
Squall eased away and tightened his gunbelt. "Yeah?"
Kiros looked up, eyeing the iron gates that
signified their entrance into Hell. Smug bastards.
"Don�t underestimate these men. They can hand your head to you on a
silver platter before you even realize they�re upon you. Please be
careful."
Squall squared his shoulders. "I didn�t get to be Commander of Balamb Garden by being careless. I know what I�m doing.
I�ve killed before, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah, I remember. Your point?"
Squall grinned slyly. "You asked how many men I�d killed. You
didn�t say anything about the men my guardian forces have killed."
A slow grin spread across Kiros� face, lighting
his ebony features like sunlight on marble. "I�ll choose my words more
carefully next time, then."
"Good idea. I�m perfectly capable of dealing with these bastards."
He told Kiros with grim determination.
"Let�s hope your reputation carries some weight, prettyboy."
Squall scoffed, pushing his sleeves up higher on his forearms. "Look
who�s talking."
*
*
*
He stood blocking the entrance to the stone fortress, bare chested, low slung black pants hanging on his hips, black
ink marring the bronzed perfection of his body, and in his right hand was the
deadliest looking scimitar Squall had ever seen.
The boy was young - 16 or 17 - and his beauty was
enough to make a person lightheaded. His tousled blonde hair hung into his
eyes, obscuring the color but not the long black lashes. His cheekbones were
high and sculpted, his lips pink and looked
misleadingly sweet. Squall knew they would whisper endearments even while he
was burying his blade into someone�s back. Killing beauty.
And then he spoke.
"What do you want?" Husky and low, the voice of
an assassin. Someone who was used to working under the
cover of darkness.
Kiros stepped up. "Hello there, Kato. We�re
here to see Seb."
Kato grinned, his full lips pulling back into a sneer. His teeth were white,
even, perfect.
"I don�t think so, Kiros. I remember what
happened the last time you showed up here."
"I only did what I had to do, Kato. Seb could
have handed the boy over and there would have been no blood shed."
Squall glanced at Kiros, surprised. So he had rescued
Seifer.
"Doesn�t matter, Kiros, you broke the rules
and if I let you in here he might kill me to make up for it."
"Don�t make me force my way in, Kato. You know me well enough to know
that I�m not bluffing." Kiros grew still, his
voice low. Squall understood the danger they could be facing at that moment.
And he just couldn�t bring himself to care.
"Get the fuck out of my way or I�ll kill you." He growled, gunblade at the ready.
Kato turned his gaze to Squall slow, lazily.
"What have you brought me today, Kiros? A present?" Kato licked his lips as his gaze traveled
the length of Squall�s body, his hair catching in his lashes as he blinked.
"Don�t think so." Squall warned. "Don�t try to stop me, I�m
warning you."
Kato flashed Kiros an amused little grin.
"Oh, this one has fire, Kiros, remind me to thank you later."
Squall�s grip on his gunblade tightened, and the
assassin didn�t miss it.
"Watch yourself, sweet thing, I don�t want
have to relieve you of that pretty little head."
Kiros lay a hand on Squall�s shoulder.
"Squall. Easy."
Kato�s eyes widened in appreciation and he swiped at his bangs so as to get
a better look at the beautiful boy that stood before him, clad entirely in
black.
"So, you�ve brought me the Commander. This is a treat." He smiled.
Kiros stepped forward once more.
"He is not a gift, Kato and he�s here to see Seb."
Kato paused for a moment before he threw back his head and laughed. His
laugh sent a chill down Squall�s spine. Even in humor this boy was enticing.
The scent of sex clung to him like mist on a rainy morning. Squall steeled
himself against him. He�d come here for Seifer and Seifer only.
"Seb will kill him." Kato stated when
he�d regained his composure.
Kiros grinned. "I don�t think so."
"He had no problem breaking Seifer Almasy. This sweet little thing will be even less of a
challenge, I�ll warrant."
Before Kiros could warn him away, Squall was
moving fast. Sweeping the boy�s weapon from beneath his leaning grip, Kiros watched it skitter aside and Squall pushed him back
against the iron bars, his gloved hand grasping Kato�s neck tightly.
"I�m enough of a challenge for you, wouldn�t you say?"
Kato watched him easily, unmoving beneath Squall�s death grip with an almost
sparkle in his eyes. They were blue. Bluer than the ocean,
bluer than the sky. Bluer than Zell�s
eyes. Dammit.
"I�m not Seb, pretty one. You could snap my
neck in two seconds and it would be over. Seb would
make you suffer. I don�t possess one tenth of his power."
Squall continued to hold the boy pinned to the bars and the heat of his body
began to penetrate the shirt Squall wore. Kato raised his chin a notch and
looked at Squall from beneath his bangs.
"He called for you, you know? In his sleep. He
cried for you."
Squall stiffened. He wasn�t going to ask how the boy knew that. He had a
sinking feeling the answer would be close to what he was already imagining.
"Don�t push me." Squall warned, his self-control
perilously close to snapping. Kato shrugged.
"Release me. I�ll take you in." Kato murmured softly.
"I don�t trust you." Squall told him.
Kato grinned as he leaned closer to Squall until their noses were touching.
"Smart boy." And then he kissed him.
Fast, hard, possessively. His pink tongue darted between Squall�s slack lips
and swept through sweetly until reality blindsided Squall and he pushed him
away, swiping at his lips furiously.
"You little bastard." He ground out.
Kato grinned. "Been called worse."
Squall lifted his blade from its holster. "I should kill you right
now."
Kato shrugged, his bright eyes teasing. "It was worth it." And he
winked. He had the audacity to wink at Squall after he�d forced a kiss on him.
Squall scowled. "Shut up and show me where that bastard is."
Kiros was watching, fascinated, as Squall took a
firmer grip on his composure. He admired him. Being on the receiving end of
that kiss must have been a little bit like dipping your finger into a bowl of
cookie dough and getting one small taste before being told that you just
couldn�t have anymore.
The little tease. Kiros
couldn�t bring himself to be angry. Kato was something else. Exactly what, Kiros wasn�t sure yet.
"Come with me, gentleman. We�ll do it your way. It�s your lives on the
line after all."
Kiros shook his head. "I thought you said Seb would kill you for letting us through."
Kato nodded. "He will. But if you guys walk out of here alive, then
you�re taking me with you."
Kiros laughed loudly, unable to refrain. Squall
shot him a dirty look.
"You�re a brat, Kato. An incorrigible little
brat."
Kato flashed him a grin. "Well, then I�ll make good company �round the
house, right?"
Squall rolled his eyes. No way was he letting this dirty little slut anywhere
near Seifer. It was the very last thing he wanted.
"Just show us the way." Squall told him gruffly.
Kato turned, tossing Squall a casual glance before picking up his blade and
sliding it into the sheath at his back.
"As you wish, Commander. Don�t say I didn�t
warn you."
Squall flexed his forearms, the leather tightening around them familiarly.
"I won�t." He promised. "Now let�s go."
Kiros took a deep breath, ready to face the
devil�again.
"We�re doing this for Seifer, Squall,
remember that."
Squall shot him a disbelieving look. "As if I could
ever forget. I�m not here just to raise a little hell, General."
Kiros grinned, his smile disarming as it always
was, even when he was preparing to kill. "Too bad."
Kato chuckled. "Count me in. I never liked the bastard anyway."
Squall narrowed his eyes. "Enough. Let�s go."
Kato flashed his flirty grin. "Seifer always
said you were an impatient one." He
paused when they reached a heavy iron door. "Welcome to hell,
Commander."
Squall lifted Lionheart from its cradle and looked
directly at Kato.
"No need to welcome me. I�ve been there before."
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