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Crucifies my enemies�when I�m tired of giving�
Through the forbidding iron door lay a hallway whose splendor eclipsed
even the Presidential Palace. The carpeting was a rich, deep red; the walls
were colored gold, though whether or not it was paint, Squall couldn�t tell.
For all he knew the walls were gold all the way through. The inside of the
palace was a direct contradiction of its outward fa�ade. It was bright; the
lights that hung suspended from the ceiling and clung to the walls shone like
amplified candlelight, soft, yet casting no shadows.
"Nice, eh?" Kato asked,
his teasing voice faint with the underlying hint of apprehension. Squall could
feel it, himself and he glanced at Kiros to see if
there was any indication of the older man�s feelings written on his face. There
wasn�t.
"No, it�s not nice. It�s opulent and tacky." Squall told him
flatly.
Kato favored him with a small grin. "Well don�t say it like you want to wound me, I�m not the decorator around here."
They continued down the corridor, Squall wishing only that this little
impromptu drama would end soon and he could do what he had come to do.
"So who is?" He asked as they rounded the corner, not really
caring, just wanting to hear something other than the eerie stillness of the
room.
"I am." The voice was sweet and silky and sure as hell didn�t
belong to either Kato or Kiros.
Squall turned his head sharply to the left and was stunned by the sight that
greeted him. What, or rather, who, stood in the doorway was enough to stop a
man�s heart. She was tall, close to six feet if
Squall�s guess was correct. She had a long curtain of red hair that shimmered
to her waist. So heavy and straight that it didn�t lay over her shoulders
delicately, but instead spilled down her back in one long straight line,
lending her a severe appearance that warred strangely with the delicate
perfection of her face. She smiled at Squall, her lips promising all sorts of
unearthly delights without a single word passing through them. Her eyes
sparkled as she took him in, long-lashed and the color of finely aged whiskey.
High cheekbones, sculpted features - she was unnaturally beautiful.
She wore a short gold colored dress that did little to hide the shape of her
body, another study in perfection. Long-limbed, lithe and she moved with the
grace of a feline. She knew very well what kind of effect she had on men and
she was not averse to using their weaknesses to her advantage. Squall wasn�t
sure how he knew all this about her, perhaps it was
the challenge that sparked in her eyes. It was unmistakable. And then she began
to speak.
"So very nice to see you again, Kiros."
Kiros nodded a greeting, clearly unimpressed.
"As always, Sanura, it is a pleasure." His
tone left no doubt as to just how pleased he was. His sarcasm was biting.
"And who is this delightful little morsel you�ve brought me?" She teased, her body swaying seductively as she drew nearer to
Squall�s side. He tensed.
"I wouldn�t get too close, Sanura, he�s not
quite as harmless as he appears." Kato warned, obviously enjoying the
game. Sanura met his gaze directly; all traces of
smile gone.
"Why have you come?" Her direct stare was meant to unnerve him,
but Squall met her gaze head on.
"Restitution." He told her in a low
voice.
She paused, one long red nail resting on her chin as she pretended to ponder
deeply what such a cryptic remark could mean. And as suddenly as her smile had
faded, it had returned, and she laughed delightedly. The sound of her laughter
brought images to mind that had little to do with humor and everything to do
with sex.
"Ah, so the Commander has come at last." She managed.
Squall felt Kiros tense beside him, which had him
leveling his gunblade higher and focusing his
attention on the woman.
"So happy that I can amuse you." Squall
drawled sardonically, surprising Kiros with the easy
way he countered Sanura.
"Amuse me? Not quite, Lionheart. Wonder, perhaps, and incredulity that you would be so very
stupid." And she shot a venomous look at Kato, her catlike eyes
narrowing warningly.
"And you, Kato, you will die for this." She told him easily. He
shrugged, casually, unruffled, pulling a low husky laugh from her.
"Gotta die sometime, right? Besides, I was
getting tired of the scenery."
Squall wanted to lower his eyes and bite his lip. Kato had an indecent
amount of disrespect for everything. He didn�t want to like him, and he
struggled to hide his amusement. He had a feeling that Sanura
would not appreciate being laughed at.
"Indeed, we all die sometime." She grew silent, her warm gaze
raking him from head to toe. "It�s too bad your death will come so soon. I
will miss the feel of your skin, Kato, throughout eternity I will miss
it."
Kato said nothing, but Squall felt his discomfort. She was baiting him, but
to what end, Squall wasn�t sure.
"I will miss it as well." A low silky voice added, sounding
strangely like Sanura�s, whose lips hadn�t moved.
Squall took a step back and looked around quickly, not wanting to take his eyes
off Sanura.
The woman who stepped out of the shadows was the mirror image of Sanura right down to the tiny dimple in her chin that made
itself known only when she was smirking, which she did easily and many times a
day, it seemed.
"Who the fuck are you?" Squall asked,
almost growling. The woman laughed, irritatingly condescending, like Sanura.
She moved to stand beside her twin, wrapping her arms around her waist and
resting her chin on her sister�s shoulder. As she met his eyes, she placed
small nibbling kisses along the line of her twin�s neck, smiling deviously all
the while.
"Do you really have to ask?" She asked him teasingly. "Can�t
you guess?" She practically purred when she spoke and Squall struggled
against the urge to reach out and touch the curtain of her hair.
"I can guess, but I�d rather you tell me." He said as he moved to
one side, placing himself opposite the two women and beside Kato. He didn�t
like the boy standing at his back.
"All will be revealed, Lion of Balamb, in due
time." She purred.
Squall took a step in their direction, no hint of amusement on his face.
"Don�t play games with me, I�ll kill you where
you stand." He told her, and he caught Kato�s snicker from beside him.
"What�s so funny?" He asked, wanting nothing more than to knock
Kato unconscious for a few hours.
"They won�t fight you, Squall." Kiros
told him in a low voice, hesitant and�afraid?
He turned back to the two women, who were standing close enough to appear
one person. Sanura angled her head to allow her
sister better access to her neck. He steeled himself against blinking and
breaking eye contact.
"I�m not here to play games." He told them, backing up a step when
Sanura�s twin moved away from her and advanced in
Squall�s direction. He wanted to keep backing up, but knew his pride wouldn�t
allow it.
"You just got here," She murmured silkily, "It�s a bit too
early to be declaring your intentions, don�t you
think?"
"No. Now get out of my way."
Kiros had never heard that tone of voice from
Squall before and he began to feel decidedly uncomfortable. Kato moved to stand
beside him and they watched Squall attempt to hold his ground against such an
unfamiliar enemy. The girls hadn�t made any real threats�yet, but the unspoken
ones remained.
Sanura�s twin stood belly to belly with Squall and
he had to lift his chin to meet her eyes. She tilted her head, smiling down at
him, her eyes most probably capable of inducing trance-like states of
consciousness, but still he stared.
"My name is Vema." She told him politely
and he shook his head. This whole thing was too bizarre. He was going into the
next room to eviscerate someone and yet here he was, shaking hands with an amazon like they were going to sit down to tea. He shook
his head again.
"I didn�t come here to exchange pleasantries."
Kato grinned. "I can vouch for that."
Squall turned on him. "Shut up. I don�t need your help."
Kato simply grinned and leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over
his bare chest.
Squall turned back to Vema just in time to see her
slide gracefully to her knees to rest at his feet. She looked up at him and
licked her lips slowly. Squall felt his chest tighten. Dammit.
"I have no interest in either you or your sister, now get out of my way
or I�ll move you myself." He warned her. Vema
smiled at him, her eyes alight with real pleasure.
"You move me now, Commander, can you not feel it?" She moved to
rub her cheek against the soft leather that covered his thigh and he repressed
a shudder. He knew that this was all an act for his benefit, designed to throw
his concentration.
"Get up." He growled. Her lips twisted into a sultry pout before
she tipped her chin up and ran her tongue up the length of Squall�s thigh, her
eyes challenging him all the while. Squall swallowed once, wavering briefly,
the temptation very, very real. Her tongue left a shiny trail on the leather
and he fought the urge to knock her down with his boot.
"I�m not going to warn you again." He ground out, his voice
catching on the last word. She heard it and grinned.
"You say you don�t want me." A slow perusal up
the line of his body. "Your body speaks quite differently."
Squall�s eyes narrowed and he stepped back forcefully, shaking her loose. He
leveled his gunblade at her and sneered.
"I can resist you, bitch, and quite easily at that. Now take us to Seb before I lose my patience."
Vema stood with all the same dignity she�d
employed before, looking unruffled and strangely satisfied.
"You are a worthy opponent. I will enjoy watching Seb
take you apart." She purred as she moved to stand at her sister�s side,
her eyes sliding shut as their lips met in one final display of forbidden
delights. Sanura moaned softly when her twin�s tongue
invaded her mouth and Vema drew back, glancing at
Squall triumphantly.
"You have no idea what you�ve missed." She told him smugly as Sanura�s arm slipped around her waist possessively.
Squall sneered, unable to resist the need to drive his rejection home.
"Oh, I do." He assured her. "It wasn�t a difficult choice. At all."
Kato grinned, admiration building steadily for the Lion of Balamb. He�d never been able to tell the devil
sisters no. Weakness on his part, he guessed. Ah, well. He�d had many an
illicit fantasy fulfilled while in under the spell of the twins.
Vena grinned. "Go then, I dare you to face him in his chamber. He�s
waiting for you, you know."
Squall looked at Kiros, choosing to ignore the
taunting women. "You ready?" He questioned him without glancing at
Kato. Kiros nodded.
"As I�ll ever be. Let the blood shed be quick,
we�ve wasted enough daylight as it is."
Squall nodded and as an afterthought, glanced over at Kato. "You coming?" He asked just a trifle too hostile. Kato
grinned.
"I know you want me. You don�t have to be so sweet, Commander."
Kiros snickered once before Squall quelled him
with an icy stare. He�d had about all he could take today.
"I�m done playing with you, slut. Kiros, come
on." He demanded before spinning on his heel and advancing toward the
door, confident that the twins would not hinder him.
Kato sauntered along behind him, amazingly calm for one who was supposedly
near to meeting his doom. He nudged Kiros gently,
flashing his grin when Kiros turned to glare at him.
"What is it, now?" He asked quietly.
Kato grinned. "You always let him order you around like that?"
Kiros shoved him aside with his elbow and glared.
"Don�t you ever shut up?" He hissed.
Kato shrugged. "Sometimes."
They heard Squall cursing loudly down the long corridor and when they came
upon him he turned to face Kato.
"Another fucking iron door." He glared
accusingly at Kato, who shrugged.
"Open it. It�s not locked."
Squall stared at him for a second, not really
wanting to turn the knob to find it locked and have to suffer through another
bout of Kato�s giggling.
However, he was beginning to feel the stress of the day and was growing
angry, which always made him careless.
Ignoring Kato�s knowing smile, he turned the doorknob and let the door open
of its own accord. The chamber that lay beyond it was a direct contrast of the
rest of the palace. Dark, squalid and purposefully despairing, the chamber held
one piece of furniture. A large iron throne. Squall
groaned.
"Oh, give me a break. A throne?"
It was then that Seb chose to make his presence
known. He moved into the center of the room fluidly, languidly, knowing smirk
firmly on his face.
"Your insolence is amusing, little one. And you may be assured, the throne was not placed there for your
benefit." So saying, he eased himself into it, folding his long body into
the impressive structure effortlessly.
It seemed that beauty was a common thread here because Seb
possessed much of it. His golden hair lay in silky waves
around his shoulders and down his arms and his eyes were so dark they
could have been black. His stature was impressive, regal, assured and Squall
suddenly knew why he�d wanted Seifer so badly. They
shared many similarities and Seb had probably fed his
own ego just by keeping Seifer close. His arrogance
far surpassed Seifer�s and the dominance rolled off
him like perfume. Squall felt a little sick.
"I�ve had enough mind-fucking outside in the hall, thanks a
bunch." Squall told him derisively. "Your whores didn�t impress me
and neither do you."
Kato bit his lip to stifle his chuckle. It didn�t work. Seb�s
gaze flickered to Kato evenly.
"And you, my pet. You have forsaken me for this boy?" He laughed
quietly, his voice warm and inviting.
"I�m an opportunist Seb, you know that."
He shrugged.
Seb�s smile vanished. "You will die this
time. There is no punishment I could deliver that would help you learn your place."
Kato grinned. "S�okay. If you knew how many
times I�d fucked your twins, you�d have killed me a long time ago." He
winked. "So I�ll try not to take it personally."
Seb�s eyes flickered once, the rage appearing only
briefly before it vanished behind that false veil of good humor.
"As you wish." He turned to Kiros. "I thought I�d seen the last of you, General.
It was stupid indeed for you to return here."
Kiros shrugged. "Won�t
argue with that."
Squall moved forward aggressively. "Enough showboating, you sick fuck,
you know why I�m here, let�s do this."
Seb grinned. "Do you honestly believe that I
fear you, little lion? I have even dismissed my guards for this meeting in the
hope that there will be no bloodshed."
Squall laughed, a short biting sound. "You
know better. And I know that you welcome it. But you�ve underestimated me, Seb. I don�t care about territorial disputes or old world
manners. I came to make you understood that you crossed the line when you
touched what was mine."
"And it is understood, I assure you. But despite your disregard of my
rules, your father respects them and it would indeed be a shame if he were to
suffer for your indescretions."
The threat was there, not merely implied and certainly not imagined.
"Don�t bring Laguna into this. He�s done nothing to you." Squall
warned him, the anger in his voice a surprise even to himself and he realized
that he�d kill to keep Laguna safe, just as he�d kill for Seifer.
Great time for a revelation, Leonhart.
"What a dilemma you face, Commander." He tilted his head in mock
consideration. "You kill me, Seifer�s
honor will have been avenged. But then, Laguna will be the one to receive your
just desserts. What will you do?" He grinned.
Squall tightened his grip on his gunblade.
"I�ll take my chances."
Seb shook his head slowly and Kiros
moved to touch Squall�s arm.
"Don�t be stupid, Squall. You cut off his head and another will only
sprout in its place. And Laguna will suffer for it."
Squall glared at him. "Can�t you protect him?"
Kiros frowned. "I�m only one man, Squall,
think before you act. Is it worth it?"
Squall hesitated only a second before he looked at Seb
resignedly. "No."
Seb grinned triumphantly and slid his gaze to Kato
who stood looking disinterested and confident.
"I won�t kill you." He began. Seb
smiled, relaxing.
"Smart boy." He said.
Squall shook his head. "Don�t look so smug. Just because I agree to let
you live doesn�t mean you�ll be walking out of here."
Seb narrowed his eyes and Kiros
groaned into his hand.
"Are you threatening me?" Seb asked, voice dangerously quiet.
Squall shook his head, eyes innocent.
"You tried to break him, you almost succeeded. You deserve to suffer a
little for it."
"Why do you care so much about his pain?" Seb
demanded, angry now. "He tried to kill you. Are you so forgiving, Leonhart? It would appear not."
Squall shook his head. "Seifer is mine, is
one of us. I will not let his mistreatment go unanswered. You chose this when
you tried to take his spirit for your own. I�m here to get it back."
Seb stood gracefully. "Well, then, Commander.
If you feel ready, you may attempt to carry out your threat. I dare you."
Squall moved toward him, gunblade raised. "I hope you have a doctor around here
somewhere." He said.
Seb smiled. "I do. But I�m afraid he won�t
try to heal you, little one."
"I won�t be needing his services." Squall
promised.
Something caught his eye then and he turned, briefly, but it was the opening
Seb needed. As a second man moved in behind Kato, Seb�s blade cleared its sheath with barely a hiss.
"One point for me." He crowed happily as
Kato was swept up in an iron grip, his bangs falling into his eyes, his eyes
showing the tiniest hint of fear.
"Kiros, help him." Squall ordered as he
kept his gaze trained on Seb.
"Nice trick, you bastard. Too bad it won�t help you." And then he
narrowed his eyes at the weapon Seb held. It was a gunblade and the cross that was etched into it made
Squall�s blood run cold. Seb laughed.
"If you get out of here alive, I want you to ask your lover how I came
to be in possession of his weapon. Or better yet, ask Kato. He was there."
He paused. "Of course, he�s a little busy being asphyxiated at the moment,
but perhaps later�"
Kiros had unsheathed his knives and was about to
do some serious ribbon slicing when Kato slowly drew two daggers from the
waistband of his pants and released his hold on his captor�s arms to plunge
both blades into his throat.
As expected, Kato was released, quite unceremoniously, onto the stone floor
while Seb�s guard attempted to pull the knives from
his neck. Kiros growled low in his throat and
advanced on the man practically snarling.
One slice and then one more and the man was
toppling, his head falling in quite another direction. He moved to Kato�s side,
where he lay near the fallen man, and wrapped an arm around him.
"You okay, Kato?" He asked urgently, eager to be at Squall�s back
again. Kato nodded, touching his neck gingerly.
"Yeah, I�ll live. You go help Squall, I�m okay."
Kiros hesitated briefly before Kato squinted up at
him and grinned. Kiros shook his head. He�d be fine.
Touching the boy�s arm once, Kiros leaned to wipe his
blades on the dead man�s pants and then turned to discover how Squall was
faring.
He almost took Kiros� breath he was so
magnificent. Grace and beauty and visual poetry that rivaled
any rendition of Heaven. When he moved, Kiros
saw Laguna. From all those years ago, he saw him and it made his heart ache a
little. The feeling intensified as Squall continued the dance and he knew he�d
move galaxies to keep that boy alive. For Laguna, he would give his own life,
if only to secure his happiness.
"Squall, careful." Kato called from his
place on the floor.
Squall nodded without looking at him, not wanting to take his eyes from the
man who circled him hungrily. Seb saw Kiros� advancing and he growled at him.
"Stay back, Kiros, I�ll run him
through." He warned. Squall laughed arrogantly.
"You can try."
Seb knew his tricks weren�t going to work on this
boy, he simply had no fear, and so he chose a different tactic.
"Even as you seek to kill me, know that your lover once clung to me in
every way imaginable." His voice was smug and his eyes pained pictures
that his words could not. Squall tamped down his anger and managed a smirk.
"That might be so, but you probably need to be reminded that you took
him in when he had nothing, and so I don�t give you much credit for that. He
was alone and probably scared, he had no choice."
Seb laughed delightedly. He seemed to really enjoy
the sound of his own laughter. It merely irritated Squall.
"Seifer Almasy
fears nothing, Commander. You know that as well as I do.
Your lover was born to kill, born to lead, it is all he knows."
Squall angled his blade, ready to strike sideways if the man made one wrong
move.
"He�s not my lover, you twisted fuck and if you truly thought he was
born to lead, you�d never have kept him under your thumb the way you did."
Seb considered his words and shifted his eyes
briefly. When he met Squall�s gaze again, he was surprised to see the amusement
lurking in those icy depths.
"See something that amuses you?" He snarled, not accustomed to
being the object of someone�s mirth.
Squall smiled then, his beautiful, traffic stopping, breath-taking smile
that actually reached his eyes.
"You�re afraid of him." He said, and it wasn�t a question. It was
a statement. Seb was livid.
"You don�t know what the fuck you�re talking about. I owned him, boy.
He was mine; he will always be mine. No matter where he goes, he will remember
me forever, for I owned his soul. And if you could only take a moment to admit
it to yourself, you�d know it for the truth."
Seb lowered his gunblade
then, laughing as the triumphant gleam faded from Squall�s eyes and his rage
became more than apparent.
"You know it, don�t you? He�s shown you his scars, all of his hidden
ones. They�re not pretty are they, Leonhart?" Seb taunted him; blissfully unaware that he�d just signed
his own death warrant.
Squall smiled once, chillingly polite, before he spun to the right, took two
steps and vaulted himself up onto the huge chair�s armrest. Seb
barely had time to turn his head before Squall was bringing his blade down in
one quick graceful arc, cleaving him from neck to ribcage in one clean diagonal
swipe.
Squall let him slide from his blade heavily, silenced forever, before he
hopped down easily. Kiros was staring at him in
abject horror and Kato was grinning openly.
"Squall�" Kiros began,
his voice choked and hesitant.
Squall looked up sharply, the anger still hovering over his skin.
"What?" He shot out, the word barely a syllable.
Kiros bowed his head. "You promised. You
promised you wouldn�t. You know what this means?"
Squall waited until Kiros raised his eyes to his
once more.
"Yeah. I lied."

*****

Seifer stood at the window, watching the sun set
and streak the sky red and orange. His
anxiety was growing in leaps and bounds and he was two seconds away from
grabbing a weapon, any weapon, and heading out to search for Squall and Kiros. How dare they take off and keep him in the dark, not
tell him anything.
Goddammit!
"Seifer?"
Laguna called from the sitting room. Seifer
straightened and let the curtain fall back into place as he turned to face
Laguna.
"Yeah?" He called, his voice sounding
forced even to his own ears. Laguna, Hyne bless him,
would notice nothing amiss and would probably enter the room grinning and
gnawing on something sweet.
"Just checking. Did I already ask you where
Squall and Kiros went?" He asked around a
mouthful of chocolate bar. Seifer smiled faintly,
amused in spite of his inner conflict.
"Yeah, Laguna, you did. I have no idea where they went. I guess that
they�ll�"
His sentence trailed off as Kiros entered the room
looking tired and dirty, but not really any worse for the wear. He glanced from
Seifer to Laguna and then back to Seifer
again.
"Sorry we stayed away so long. We had�business."
Laguna moved to rest his elbow on Seifer�s
shoulder, a stretch, even for him, but he grinned happily anyway when Seifer looked down on him kindly.
"So where were you?" He asked, biting into the apple that he held
in his other hand.
Kiros watched him in confusion. "Chocolate
and Fruit, Laguna?"
Laguna nodded, "Oh, yeah. Discovered it purely by
chance. Forgot I was already eating the chocolate when I saw the apples
sitting in a basket on the table. Pretty damn good together, actually."
Kato entered the room on the wings of his explanation and Seifer felt his chest hollow out. Oh, fuck�
He was hit with a barrage of memories in that very moment and none of them
were chaste. From the tips of Kato�s burnished bangs to the sun-darkened
expanse of skin that he revealed so naturally, Seifer
could feel him, almost taste him. The images were frightening and unwelcome and
still strangely comforting in their familiarity. How did he�?
Squall rounded the corner and paused at Kato�s side, the two of them so
dangerously beautiful that Seifer felt his breath
catch. Squall looked briefly at Kato, who promptly blew him a kiss, directly to
Seifer where his gaze stopped. He hadn�t yet glanced
at Laguna; his desires betrayed him in that one instant. His control had
apparently shrugged and handed the reins over to his heart, which was still
full with the triumph of his victory.
He moved directly to Seifer and stopped when he
stood nose to nose with him. Seifer�s eyelids
fluttered once, awash with relief, apprehension and overwhelming lust all at
the same time. He tried for words; they came out a husky whisper.
"Where were you all day?" Quiet, halting.
Squall eased a strap over his shoulder and pressed the object against Seifer�s chest, never taking his eyes from Seifer�s face.
"I found something that belongs to you." He told him quietly and Seifer glanced down, his eyes widening in shock. Dragging
his gaze back to Squall�s he swallowed around the lump in his throat.
"My gunblade?"
He whispered incredulously and Squall shook his head as he gripped the back of Seifer�s neck and pulled down into a searing kiss. Not
caring that he had three witnesses to his unspoken admission, Squall sucked on Seifer�s lips, stroked his tongue, helped himself to Seifer�s emotions, so neatly laid out for his pleasure and
kissed him like he�d always dreamed he would. Deep,
possessive, unrelenting and unchallenged.
When he pulled back, the look in Seifer�s eyes
made him eager to slay some more dragons, but he settled instead for a
soul-searching look and an easy smile.
"No�that."
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