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Luck on His Side	By : Vovo Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII and its characters are not my property, they belong to Square-Enix. I don't receive any profit from writing this fanfiction.

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A/N: some smut ahead.

Word count: 2,834

Luck on His Side

Chapter 11

"They don't want us to finish the band," Squall said in frustration.

"They don't want to lose money, I'm not surprised," Seifer sat beside the brunet on the bed.

"I can't do this. I told them I wanted to quit. Nida is not here anymore, it won't be the same."

"What you're gonna do now?"

"My manager said he had everything arranged... I know he will force us to accept a new guy in the band. I don't want to."

Seifer stared at Squall and didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he was more frustrated to feel the boy's frustration or for won't being able to help him. The only thing Seifer could think of was holding him by the waist and kiss the side of the brunet's neck. Squall had just gotten off the shower and smelled so good.

"What are you doing?" The brunet looked at Seifer.

"What does it look like? I'm trying to convince you to stay here instead of meeting your friends," the blond smirked briefly before nipping the sensitive skin.

"You know we need to talk about what we're going to do."

"Continue with the band, wasn't it settled?"

"Yeah... We have to. But we need to discuss some things for the new album. Talk about songs and things like that."

"You really do this? I thought the label had everything prepared and you just appeared on stage looking good."

"Very funny," Squall stared at Seifer in annoyance.

"Oh, don't make this face. I know you are a serious professional. You do everything the way it has to be done."

"Yeah, that's right." Squall shoved Seifer away and picked his guitar.

"Yeah, I always knew you loved this thing more than you love me," the blond stared in annoyance at his rival in Squall's hands.

"I need to show you one thing."

"Oh, that's good. Now, strip."

Squall glared darkly at the blond and ignored his comment. "It's for a new song, I want to know your opinion."

"You look hot in leather."

The brunet rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'm gonna start now."

"Okay... I'm listening."

Squall started to play after a moment of concentration. His fingers guiding him as if he were in a trance, as if he were led by the song. It was like a magic moment when he forgot about everything else, when all his barriers were left behind and he could be himself. As if his true self awakened from a deep slumber.

Seifer watched in amazement as Squall forgot about the world and played a beautiful tune. If he didn't know better, he wouldn't believe someone like squall could show such emotions through a song.

When Squall finished, he looked at Seifer. "What do you think?"

The blond blinked a few times, trying to find his voice to explain what he felt. "It's perfect," he finally said.

"Seifer, I need an honest opinion, not flattering."

"I told you, it's perfect. You know me, when I have to say something is bad, I just say it."

"Do you think it's that good?" Squall arched one eyebrow in question.

"Yeah, I think it's that good." Seifer moved closer to Squall. "I've seen how you improved over the time. Every day you got better and better. I woulnd't say it in the beginning of your career, but now, you are a real guitarist."

"Are you serious?"

"No, I just want to get laid," Seifer pulled Squall's face closer and kissed his cheek. "Of course, I'm serious."

"Then I can talk to the guys." He stood up suddenly.

"Where are you going?" Seifer saw Squall putting his guitar in its case and getting ready to go out.

"I told you, I have to meet Irvine and Zell."

"Right now?" Seifer walked to Squall's direction, grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back to the bed.

Squall tried to escape the blond's hold, but somehow ended up sitting on his lap.

"Let them wait a little." Seifer moved his hands over the brunet's sides and bit on his neck.

"I have to go." Squall turned to face Seifer. "You know I won't be able to get out of this bed if we start it now."

"But that's the plan," Seifer stared at Squall's eyes.

"Very tempting, but I have to leave it for later." Squall kissed Seifer's lips and got out of his lap. "I'll come back as soon as I can." He gave one last look at the blond, before leaving the room.

xxx

Squall arrived at Irvine's house with the last rays of sun. Soon he saw the door opening and was greeted by the sight of a tattooed blond.

"Hey, man," Zell stepped back for Squall to enter. He closed the door behind them and led the way through shining corridors.

Irvine was leaning back on a plastic chair by the pool. He had a cowboy hat on and dark blue sunglasses, even though there was no more sun in the sky.

"Squall's here," Zell announced and sat on a chair.

Irvine turned his hat slightly, said a quiet, "Hey" and went back to look at the dark reflection of the night over the pool.

Squall sat beside Zell and waited for someone to talk. The three of them kept looking at different spots, feeling the awkward silence holding them tightly in uncomfortable arms.

"Are you okay, man?" Irvine finally broke the silence.

"Yeah," Squall answered. "Are you?"

"Yeah," Irvine kept looking at the pool. "You know... I've been thinking..."

"What you've been thinking?" Squall asked.

"That thing that Nida told me, to include my poem in the album. To make a song for it." Irvine turned to look at Squall. "Can you help me?"

"Yes," the guitarist answered.

"And I'm thinking about writing a song for Nida. Sometimes, I think he's just traveling somewhere. I see him in a ship, traveling through the seas in the sunset, going to an unknown place—a distant place, but he's well. Everything's alright with him."

"Yeah, he's alright," Zell said. "It could be a great song."

"I wanted to include a song too," Squall said. "It took some time for me to compose it, but I think it's ready."

"Sure, we'll include your song," Irvine said.

"I don't know... It's different... It's not the same kind of songs we used to make."

"But we'll change things in this album, right, guys?" Zell looked at both of his friends.

"Yes, we are changing things," Irvine said. "We'll include your song, Squall, not matter what the guys in Ultima say, we'll only release this album if it has your song in it."

"Yeah, man," Zell said. "We're together in this. We're on your side. You can count on us."

Squall saw the determination in the other band members and felt he really could trust them. They would really fight by his side if it was needed. "Alright," Squall agreed. "We're gonna do this."

"Hell yeah," Zell said.

"But..." Squall started. "We don't have a bassist."

"Our manager is taking care of it," Irvine said sarcastically. "He has everything arranged."

"You know I don't agree with it," Squall said. "We have the right to choose who's gonna be in our band."

"Don't you think it pisses me off too?" Irvine said. "But we signed a contract with the devil."

"We were so stupid to believe in those guys," Zell said. "Let them do what they wanted with our lives."

"But they got the power, and we are their puppets," Irvine said. "That's how life is."

"Guys," Squall called his friends' attention. "I will endure it only for this album."

Irvine and Zell exchanged glances, knowing what he meant.

"Okay..." Irvine nodded. "Together until the end. But the end always comes."

Zell lowered his head and stared at the floor, he felt he couldn't face his friends at that time.

"When we're gonna meet the new guy?" Squall asked.

"We'll have a meeting next week," Irvine answered.

"Do I have to go?"

"You can always be sick," Irvine said. "But you can't be sick the entire tour."

"We all have to face it then?"

"Yeah..."

"Then I hope it takes a long time for next week."

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Unfortunately for Squall, the week passed very fast. The days coming and going like they were in a hurry as the boys were busy working on their next songs. The meeting with the Ultima executives took place on a Monday, leaving a bitter taste in Squall's memory. He had just arrived from the meeting, feeling frustrated as he entered Seifer's apartment. There was a smell of something cooking that made him head to the kitchen as if in a trance. Seifer was leaning back on the counter, drinking his beer with a calm expression. There was nothing wrong with the scene before him, just something that caught Squall's attention and made him forget about his frustration. The blond's well-sculpted body was entirely at display, leaving nothing to Squall's imagination. The brunet stared for a long time, just admiring the pleasant sight of the naked body.

"Is there a problem?" Seifer saw the way Squall was staring.

"No, not at all." The brunet concluded, before walking towards the table and leaning back against it, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"How was the meeting?"

"Our manager brought our new bassist."

"Is he that bad?"

"We didn't hear him play, we just met him."

"And you don't like him."

"No," Squall sighed in frustration. "They chose him because of his looks."

"Figured. But I bet he's no match for you."

"I'm not that good looking."

"Yes, you are. Don't tell me you think you're ugly, I'll tell you're stupid or blind."

"I don't think I'm ugly. I just think people exaggerate."

"They don't exaggerate. I date the most gorgeous guy in the world." Seifer stared at Squall meaningfully and came closer to him.

"It isn't true, because I am the one who has the most gorgeous man in the world." He looked into Seifer's green eyes. "You know that night at the club. I didn't tell you before, but you were quite a sight."

Seifer laughed. "Yeah, I know I'm irresistible. But I confess I was so fucking nervous to talk to you. You just had that look on your face that made me think you could turn people into icicles with just a glance. I was almost sure you'd turn me down."

"But I didn't." Squall slid his hand down Seifer's arm.

"Good for me, huh?" Seifer pressed their bodies together and kissed the brunet's lips.

Squall felt the beginning of an arousal rubbing against him and stared at Seifer in concern. "And what about the food?"

"It will take a while to bake. We have time." The blond lifted Squall and made him sit on the table. The brunet warped his legs around the blond's hips instinctively as he was pulled in for another kiss. The hot mouth met his with hunger, conquering every space that was found and Seifer only stopped the kiss to take Squall's belts off. "Let me see how many... Three? You really like to complicate things for me." Even though he complained, his fingers worked with ease to remove the belts, with all the practice he had over the months, and soon they were dropped one by one to the floor. He opened Squall's pants and stroked the member he found, making the brunet moan in contentment. The blond kept sliding his hand up and down in continuous movements, until he saw it standing erect before his eyes. But then it didn't take long before Seifer stopped to move the pants out of the way. He tried to pull it off, but it was difficult in that position so he led Squall's feet back to the floor, so he could lower the pants down.

Squall could tell how anxious Seifer was as the blond turned him hastily, exposing his backside to the green hungry eyes. The brunet took support on the table instinctively and soon felt a finger slide down his cleft, penetrating him. He gasped at the hasty move, but let Seifer go on, only wondering briefly how the blond got the lube... Did he keep some in a kitchen's drawer just in case or did he had something in mind before... It was then he felt the fingers retreating and Seifer's hard cock brushing against his ass cheeks. The well-endowed member rubbed against the sensitive skin, making the brunet shiver with anticipation. However, he didn't have to wait long before the blond started to thrust in, gripping Squall's hip tightly as he did so.

The brunet shut his eyelids tightly as he felt the massive organ making its way in. It wasn't an easy task to accommodate him entirely, but he managed to after a while. Squall was having a hard time breathing as the organ moved hard and fast inside of him. He had the impression he heard the table squeaking with the force of their movement, but he was too carried away to care.

Seifer was thrusting as if his life depended on it, feeling he couldn't stop. It was so mind blowing to be buried inside that tight heat, he just had to keep going until he came, and his pleasure hit him so hard, it took control of his senses for a while. And it didn't take long for Squall to come too, only needing a stroke of Seifer's hand, so hard the brunet already was with just being fulfilled by the blond's member.

It took a while for Squall to remember how to breath steadily, so intense it all was. Getting back to his senses, he felt a little awkward to be leaning over the kitchen's table like that. Squall heard a small chuckle behind him and turned his head slightly to look at Seifer. "What?"

The blond glanced at the oven's direction and Squall looked at the place to see a gray smoke filling the air above it.

"Do you mind if we order pizza tonight?" Seifer asked.

Squall turned blue eyes to the blond's direction. "...Not really."

xxx

Time passed as the blink of an eye. Flowing easily through their lives. Many goodbyes were followed by welcome backs as Squall and Seifer were apart from one another and met each other again. That night was a happy night, because Seifer would see his beloved guitarist perform.

After the events that had happened to the band, the boys could finally record their second album. That was a different album, much more heartfelt and true. The critics were still skeptical about their songs, but the fans were there. They always had been there. And they filled the stadium entirely. The tickets for the opening concert of their second tour had sold out in the first day. All the young boys and girls were eager to see their idols. Among the cheering crowd of teenagers, stood a tall blond. He was waiting anxiously to see the boy of his dreams come to the stage. And after some time, Squall was there. Seifer could see leather and a silver pendant in the format of a lion's head resting on the brunet's chest.

The concert started with a new song from the second album, their first single that reached the top of the charts in just a few days. Then they played a few songs of their first album and came back to the new songs. Around the middle of the concert, when things get a little calmer, the band stopped for a brief moment to get some water and dry towels. Right after, Squall went to the center of the stage and the lights were focused on him. He started to play a beautiful song. It was deep with feeling and seemed to be an echo of his soul. All the crowd stood quietly as they stared in amazement as the brunet played. Seifer recognized parts of it. Squall had been composing that special song since they were preparing for their first album. Over the time, he had changed it, constructing it and deconstructing it, shaping it and molding it until it reached the final result. Pieces of it were all scattered over Seifer's memory and were then joined together. It was the song Squall played in the blond's bedroom. It was the song the brunet had been fighting to put in the album. It wasn't meant to be released as a single, but it was there, it was Squall's mark, his personal touch to the band's work. As Seifer listened to it, watching as the guitarist kept looking at him, he understood that it wasn't only Squall's, it was their song.

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A/N: So we're almost reaching the end here, the next chapter will be the last. Thank you SeiferAlmasy'sLover86 and everyone still reading.
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