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Something to die for	By : FrostofEgarath Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Something to die for
- 2-Something to die for, ch2
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to die for

Chapter 2

The next morning, around 5 AM, two kids left Edea's
orphanage, heading for the city in the distance. Seifer walked energetically
along, carrying along a small backpack, and a wooden sword at his hilt, looking
briskly into the horizon, the look of a hero on his face. Besides him walked a
brown haired kid, Squall, his head bowed and his feet dragging after him. His
half-closed eyes were hidden by his hair, hanging down into his face as he
tagged along with the blonde. He yawned audibly: "Tell me again why we had
to go this early, please?"
Seifer ceased his swordplay momentarily, and looked
back at Squall: "As I said, the early bird catches the fish."
In his current state, Squall used about half a minute
to process the sentence, before he replied: "...and what is the
'fish'?"
The blonde smiled: "Last time we were in the
city, I took a quick swing by the weapons smith, and looked at his stuff, as I
usually do. That time,
however, something was different in the store. The blacksmith said there had
just been a battle nearby, and that he were selling off the weapons of the
fallen soldiers cheap."
He turned
away, continuing his practise: "But his 'cheap' wasn't cheap at all. The
price for one of the gunblades he sold was 2000 gil, and all I had at the time
was 5 gil I had been saving for an ice-cream. This was right before we were
going home the last time we were in town."
His face
went thoughtful: "So I left, but right before I left he said that these
were "scavenger loot". I don't know what that is, but he also said that
it meant that the prices would drop after a while, if no-one bought the blades.
I played with the idea of returning to the store and buying one of the
gunblades for a while after I got home, but I forgot all about after some
time."
Looking
at Squall, a serious look on his face, fon once: "Until the day before
yesterday. When I saw that movie, and found out I would become a knight, The
hero in the movie, Sir Laguna, was using a Galbadian Gunblade, and when I saw
that, I remembered. About the weapons shop and the 'scavenger loot', and the
blacksmith's offer. And I thought, after this long a time, the swords had to be
cheap, if they're still there."
Squall
looked at him, confused by all the talking, and he just nodded: "Sounds
fair."
The
blonde started walking again, his hands folded behind his head: "Well...I
need this gunblade now...", he mumbled, and Squall quirked an eyebrow:
"Why is that?"
Without
stopping, Seifer replied: "Because I'm a knight now...and because I have
someone to protect..someone important to me..."
As the
meaning of Seifer's words reached his mind, Squall's movement came to a halt,
and he looked down into the sand, his face a hot blush. 'Someone important to
him to protect...someone...important...to him? Am I...important to him?'
His thoughts
touched the happy memories of all the times they had played together, secluded
from the rest of the kids, something that had made them both get a reputation
as asocial and apart from the others This reputation did not bother Squall or
Seifer remarkably, as it gave them the opportunities to go fishing, swimming,
looking at the sunsets from the beach, and a lot of other fun things, together.
He had
thought of this before, he remembered, that Seifer was important to him. Or not
really that he was 'important' to him, not literally. Sometimes, however, when
some kid left the orphanage, and some new kid arrived, he used to go to the
lighthouse to think. There, he would sit under an old, concrete staircase
leading up to the top, and he would ponder over how his life would have been
without Seifer. Usually, he would not have the chance to think about this for
long, as he would, sooner or later, see a pair of green eyes looking at him
from the door, originating from a disgruntled Seifer, either thrown out of the
house for having teased one of the other kids, or fled from such a punishment
before Matron could get her hands on him.
Seifer
would, as usual, be the one to break the silence: "Oi...are you thinking
too much again? Ain't good for your brain, you know..."
In a most
consequential manner, Squall would glare at him for a moment, before turning
back with a grumpy "Whatever...", causing Seifer to smile: "You
shouldn't be giving the world the silent treatment all the time, Squall...who
knows when the world's gonna turn back on you?" After these standardized
words, he would just keep on rambling until Squall would look up at him, with a
small smile in his eyes: "Who was it this time? Who suffered under the
noisy bully Seifer this time?"
At this
comment, Seifer would stop in mid-sentence and grin: "The cry-baby
chicken-wuss. Who else?", Squall would give one of his flashy smiles, and
all would be well.
The look
on Seifer's face at his words resembled very much that of one who has,
unwillingly, run on front of a pack of rabid wolves, swum with bloodthirsty
sharks, climbed a mountain without any safety measures, or simply jumped from
an airplane without a parachute: "That...that was half an hour ago...or
more..." he said, a look of on his
green-eyed face, causing Squall's blush to become even fierier: "...t-that
long...?" he stammered, looking away.
Standing
stunned for yet another few seconds, there was an awkward silence between the
indignated blonde and the embarassed brunette that almost seemed to freeze
time.
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After a
long while, in which neither of the children were able to take action, Seifer
turned around: "Well, it's okay...it was nothing of importance
anyway." he said, starting to walk again.
"Seifer...I..."
Squall tried to say, making an attempt to excause himself being caught
red-handed ignoring his only friend, but to no use: "I can see the city
from here. I believe we'll reach it in five or ten minutes." Seifer said,
his voice several pitches darthanthan normal, and slightly trembling.
Squall
stood still for a few fleeting moments, looking after his friend with despair
and regret in his stormy blue eyes: "I...didn't mean to..." he said
to himself, gritting his teeth to keep back the tears he felt stinging behind
his eyelids: "I really didn't..." he whispered to himself.
After yet
a few more seconds, he straightened up, and started walking: "I can't stay
behind as well....what'll Seifer think of me? First I don't pay attention to
what he is saying, and now I am slowing dow down, whining...", he thought,
a small, harsh smile appearing on his finely chiseled lips: "I'm really
pathetic...and yet, Seifer thinks of me as important. I really don't
deserve..."
A little
bit in front, Seifer stopped and turned, facing Squall: "Oi! Are you
coming?", he shouted, obviously not over his indignation just yet, judging
from the slight dark tone in his voice.
"Yeah!
Of course!" Squall shd bad back, abandoning his thoughts and starting to
run to catch up with the blonde.
A few
hours later, Squall was sitting on a bench in the middle of the city, dangling
his feet while looking over at a ice cream cart in the street with a smile on
his face. By the cart stood it's source, using the last of his money to buy two
cones of the city's best ice-cream. One vanilla with strawberry topping for
himself, and one chokolate with mocca topping for Squall. By his side hung his
newly attained gunblade, shimmering in the vibrant summer sun, trying in
futility to catch up to the brilliant sheen in Seifer's gleaming eyes. A happier
face than the one the blonde had had when he found out that he could afford the
now heavily outdated gunblade in the gunsmith's shop, that for some
uncomprehensible reason had not yet been sold, he had never seen before. He had
smiled himself then, a long, coherent, undoubtly smile, that had caused
Seifer's smile to broaden, even more, and the blonde giving him a quick hug,
that had left him blushing, and with a feeling of a thousand butterflies
tumbling about in his stomach
Right
now, however, the look on Seifer's face was mixed; there was a half-smile on
his face, but his eyes were thoughtful, and somewhat worried, like he was
anxious or nervous. Squall noticed that the blonde seemed spaced, and somewhat
into his own little world, like he himself used to be sometimes, as the
shopkeeper had to talk to him twice to give him the cones of ice-cream and make
him pay.
As Seifer
returned to the bench the brunette was occupying, under a quite big tree that
obscured them both in dense shadows, Squall looked at him with worried eyes:
"Seifer?" he said, carefully.
The
blonde handed him the chokolate ice-cream, at which he received a grateful nod:
"Yeah?" he said, only half present, his sight trailing off into the
sun-soaked street, and the pedestrians conveying it..
"Now
it's you who's not listening." Squall said with a small smile, instantly
regretting he brought up the topic, as Seifers eyes narrowed a little:
"...Squall, about that..." he said, causing the brunette's heart to
race, and his face to become flushed: "Seifer...I..." he stammered,
don't knowing what to do with his hands as he tried desperately to come up with
an excuse or explanation.
"I
know." the blonde said, looking slightly away.
"Eh?"
Squall thought to himself, not really understanding why Seifer had interrupted
him. Didn't he want him to answer? Or was he still angry? Or had maybe Squall
interruipted him, ignoring him again?
"Seifer,
I'm sorry, I..."
"I
know."
"But...really,
I..."
"I
know."
Squall
stilltill, uncertain, and with tears of frustration and shame burning behind
his eyes: "But...!" he said, onlybe cbe cut off again by a slightly
aggrevated Seifer: "I know, Squall!" he said, turning towards the
brunette, who noticed now that the blonde's eyes also had tear in them, and
that the same flush that haunted his face also had beset the other kid's
cheeks: "I know you are sorry, Squall...and that...that..." he said,
looking down: "...makes me feel bad..." he whispered.
The
brunette looked at him, blinking a couple of times as Seifer continued: "I
mean...even if you didn't mean to, you did ignore me for over half an hour. And
that makes me feel unappreciated and unimportant, yeah. But..." he said,
looking up: "I pledged myself to you. Yesterday, remember? And when I have
pledged my honor to you, I ave aknowledged that you are my master..." he
said, his voice choking on at least a dozen emotions at once.
"Seifer...",
Squall said, looking at his friend with wonder and awe as he spoke, not fully
fathoming the meaning behind his words, but still impressed and touched:
"I'm just me...Squall...".
Seifer
looked at him, his face set and the tone of his voice determined: "Maybe
you're "just Squall" to the rest of the world, but to me, after I've
pledged an oath on my soul that I will serve you as a faithful servant, and
obey your every whim inbetween protecting you against any impending
danger..." he said, swallowing heavily: "...I've lost my right to
feel indignated or to complain. And when I think of it now, being allowed to be
a knight more than makes up for that loss." he said with a bright smile:
"In particular, if it's being your knight." he added, with a
Seifer-grin.
Under all
of the blonde's monologue, Squall had been mesmerized, somewhat stunned by the
maturity and sincerity of his friend's words, but at the last remark, he smiled
again, that feeling of something tickling on the inside of his stomach, of
something exciting and somewhat dangerous, making itself present again. Seifer
had been in control for too long now; it was time to show up some confidence,
and Squall felt, for once, able: "Oh really?" he said, smiling at the
blonde.
"Yeah.
I don't need beautiful magic women to serve when I've got someone this
beautiful right here, do I?" Seifer said, a nervous grin on his face.
lasslass=MsoNormal style='mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;
text-autospace:none'>The
ticklish feeling in Squall's stomach grew into a flame, burning at his insides,
making him feel lightheaded and slightly nervous: "Oh, stop it. The one
who's beautiful in this relationship is the knight, The knight in the shining
white armor is always the most beautiful." he said, giggling slightly at
the blonde: &;But;But, isn't there something that's included in every
fairytale, that you've forgotten?" Squall said, feeling delightfully
carefree and daring.
"Oh?"
Seifer said, his grin from before fading a little, obviously afraid he might
have displeased his "master".
"This..."
Squall said, leaning in to Seifer, and placing his lips on the blonde's.
For some
fleeting moments, they remained like that, their lips joined together, the
shadows of the big tree shielding hem from the outside world. Finally, after
what seemed like an eternity, Squall pulled back, now having lost all his
courage as Seifer had not responded to him: "...Seifer...sorry, I don't
know what I..." he said. Or, more correctly, that was all he managed to say
before his libidous knight leant into his lips again, attacking them with his
own in a childishly clumsy, yet fiery manner. Squall gasped at the sensation of
Seifer's lips enclosing his own, and put his arms around him, pulling him
closer, dictated by refle:p>
They sat
there for yet another while, unexperiencedly trying and testing out things
neither of the boys had ever done before.
After
some time had passed, Squall felt Seifer opening his mouth a little, and a
soft, wet tongue pushing intently right between his closed lips, as if asking
for entrance. As a nervous gesture, Squall parted his lips, and felt Seifer's
wet tongue enter a few seconds later. The sensation of the wet, slick object
probing his mouth, still for a little while, before starting to move, venturing
to exploring the cavity in which it resided caused him to groan, and reach for
something to hold onto, feeling the need for it in this turmoil of unknown, new
feelings, some almost so pleasureable that they bordered on the edge of pain.
As he
reached something to hold onto, Seifer's hair, he felt nimble, careful fingers
moving over his hips, heading towards his stomach, a sensation that caused a
shiver to run up his spine.
He moaned
lowly as he felt the fingers grab hold of the hem of his yellow T-shirt,
pulling it up, while at the same time gliding over the smooth, fair sking of
his abdomen.
Flushing,
he felt a certain part of his body being stimulated, a fiery spot located right
underneat his stomach sparking, making him feelt lit like he felt sometimes, in
the morning, when he had just woken up. It was embarassing during those times,
and it was embarassing now, so he tried putting his knees a bit closer together
to lessen the presence of the problem.
It was
hard, though, when he felt Seifer's finger reach for one of his nipples.
circling around it for a little while, before taking hold and kneading the
small bud of hypersensitive flesh carefully between gentle fingers, causing
Squall to groan in painful pleasure.
He lent
backwards on the bench, allowing Seifer better access, but regretting it
seconds later as he felt the full degree of his rather puny, yet quite visible
problem exposed.
However,
when the blonde followed his move, Squall felt that he was not alone concerning
his problem, as a spot of sweet rigidness rubbed against his hip, and he felt
hot, moist against his neck. Feeling a
bit more encouraged by his recent discovery, he let his hands wander idly over
the other boy's sides, his fingers travelling over his sides, reaching at last
the back hem of his shirt, lifing it to gain access to his back. Smiling as he
felt Seifer shudder in his arms, he let his hands wander a bit further
downward, reaching the waistband of the blonde's shorts, sliding his fingers
inside, slightly taking hold of a butt cheek, squeezing lightly.
As a
response, Squall felt the rigid point if Seifer's erection against his hip
pulsate slightly, as Seifer shivered in pleasure, breaking the kiss for a
moment: "Master...you're so...so..."
The
brunette smiled at him, half euphoric: "What, knight? Delightful? Good?
Pleasureable? Or..." he whisd sud sultry, licking his lips: "...sexy,
maybe?" he said, partly not believing his own words. He could not understand
what in the world was making him say this; it was...embarassing, to say the
least. It's not that he didn't want what he asked for, but he couldn't imagine
himself asking for it in such a manner.
Seifer
moaned at his words: "You drive me insane, master..." he said,
sliding himself lower, taking a hold of the brunette's shorts, pulling them
down slowly. As the uncovered part of Squall's body reached the stage of
including his groin, Squall felt hot breath on his aching cock, and saw a
couple of green eyes grinning up at him, before, without much warning, or
foreknowledge of the sensation it would cause, felt himself being encircled by
wet softness, making him moan aloud.
"Seifer..."
he said, his voice choked with lust as he felt Seifer's tongue moving over the
head of his hard-on, circling around the stiff rod of flesh, and dipping down
into the little slit at it's end, raising the brunette's arousal to heights of
painful pleasure. In addition, it took away part upon part of his natural
shyness, and took him as far as to actually feel adored, important,
admired...even dominant, for the first time in his life. He felt delightfully
euphoric and carefree still, and he closed his eyes, relishing the feeling.
"D-don't...don't..."
he moaned, causing Seifer to look up from his pleasureable handiwork:
"Should I stop, master?" he said, ceasing his actions momentarily,
looking up at Squall with nervous eyes.
"Don't...you
dare to stop what you were just doing...knight." Squall growled, giving
him a sample of the glare that would become his trademark in an unknown future.
Seifer was more than happy to obey. though a place deep within his eyes, Squall
could see a slight hint of fear as he bowed down.
Somewhere
deep inside of himself there was no fear, only wonder. A part of him was
wondering what in the world was going on. He no longer was in control over
himself and his actions; he cared deeply for the blonde, and admired him, in
such a way the grown-ups would probably call love. Every time he saw him, his
heart bloomed in a fiery notion, and his breath became short with excitement,
and the nervous feel of a thousand butterflies circling around in his stomach
came present. And from time to time he had dreamt about him, touching him,
kissing him...dreamt about seeing him naked, doing things with him. Things that
made him blush when he woke up, and that had stayed with him for the rest of
those days
He felt
Seifer smile. and after some more of his wonderful sucking and nibbling, he
felt a hand sliding over his buttocks, causing him to instinctively retract
from the touch, the seductive hand feeling ticklish unto his inexperienced
skin: "Knight...what are you...?" he said, writing under the blonde's
touch, only getting a low, excited sound out of his fair servant, slightly muffled
by him slding the tip of his tongue up and down his master's shaft.
"Relax,
my master. It will feel strange at first, but succumb to it, and you will
feel...marvellous..." he heard Seifer say, in a voice that did not belong
to Seifer. He was surprised and confused at this subtle fact, yet he succumbed,
with courage and confidence that was not his own. The rather few moments his
thoughts made it through the euphoric state of his head, he was left speechless
on his attitude, but those precious few moments ceased in total as Squall felt
a finger pushing against his young hole, entering slowly, causing sparks to
appear before his clutched shut eyes: "Seifer..." he said, choked
with this new sensation: "I...I feel so strange...like I'm gonna..."
he gasped, writhing madly. As he did so, however, in the split of a second, the
finger inside of him hit a spot in his tight canal, the sparks before his eyes
turning into something resembling both a wildfire and a giant display of
fireworks, and he couldn't help but cry out in pleasure: "Oh...I'm
gonna..."
A few
seconds later, his body stagnated, some of the most intense sensations he had
ever felt ran through his body, blacking out his mind, and collapsing his body
completely, causing him to fall limp in his blonde lover's arms, panting
heavily in exhaustion as he felt soothing, comforting hands running through his
hair, and soft butterfly kisses being planted on his cheeks.
After a
long while, when Squall's conscience returned bit by bit, he turned to Seifer,
smiling lazily, the joy of the afterglow shining brightly in his eyes:
"Seifer...I...".
Before he
could continue, however, he felt a finger crossing his lips, and a soft,
hushing sound: "I know. And, so do I...my dearest master..." he said
softly, as a soft wind blew through the tree giving them shelter, making their
skin glimmer like silver and gold.
"Seifer?"
"Hm?"
"Will
you stay with me forever?"
"If
you want."
"Of
course I do, silly. I love you."
"...I
love you too, master."
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