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Short transitional chapter I’m almost ashamed to post
since it’s taken me so long. Thank you all for your patience and support. No
particular warnings, except hints of yaoi and squick if you are squeamish.
Fever
Chapter 16
born to give you fever
Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade
(‘Fever’ by Peggy Lee)
(Laguna)
If Squall were a real cat, his ears would have been flat
against his head, and he would have been puffed up three times his normal size.
As it was, he hunched over Rinoa and growled a very real warning.
With a show on nonchalance, the big blond Lanian finally
tore his gaze away from Squall to glance at me, and I locked eyes with the
Infamous Seifer Almasy. I curled my lips back into an aggressive smile, showing
sharp teeth I didn’t remember growing.
Almasy’s stance changed slightly. He nodded to me, a polite
gesture of a young lion lurking in the old lion’s territory. Young enough to
still submit. Old enough to be considering trying to take the old man.
I felt my smile widen.
Whatever we were going to do next – and I honestly had no
idea what that would be- was interrupted by a little crested blond who rocketed
out from behind Almasy and beelined for Squall and Rinoa. I was suddenly
reminded that Almasy and I were not alone, and that now was not the time to
start peeing on the bushes and roaring. Instead, I decided to check on Selphie,
who was blinking awake. She looked a might confused; well, she should join the
club.
“Baby!” Zell dropped
to his knees and skidded the last several inches to where his commander knelt,
cradling Rinoa. He wrapped his arms around Squall and butted him under the chin
with the top of his head.
Squall ripped his eyes off Almasy and relaxed enough to rub
his face on Zell briefly. Then he drew back, dropping his jaw, tasting Zell’s
scent. His eyes cut back to where Seifer stood, relaxed but wary.
“Son of a bitch,” Squall snarled, trying to get to
his feet while still holding Rinoa.
“No, Baby! Don’t!” Zell clung and kept him from rising.
“What did you do?” Squall hissed.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
Seifer snorted. Squall hissed at him, trying to stand again.
Zell threw himself around Squall a second time. “No! He saved me!”
“And then he fucked you?”
Zell nodded woefully.
“I’m going to kill him.”
“No! It’s not like that!”
“Explain exactly what it is like, then?” Squall said in a
mixture of cold fury, incredulity and a little exasperation.
Rinoa saved the moment by moaning a little, and Squall and
Zell both turned their attention to the girl in Squall’s arms. Zell flushed
when he realized Rinoa was naked, and ripped off his shirt to cover her up.
That revealed a few interesting marks on him and Squall’s eyes darted to each
one in turn. He growled wordlessly again.
Good thing fashion dictates Zell’s tee shirt be oversized
and overlong; Rinoa could have worn it like a dress. Not that her chest would
have filled it out anymore than Zell’s had. Squall sniffed the shirt before
tucking it around Rinoa like a blanket. “Is this his shirt?”
“I sort of lost my clothes,” Zell admitted.
Squall glared at Seifer who smirked but held up his hands in
a placating gesture.
Zell returned his attention to Rinoa. “Is that a tail?”
He looked wide eyed and horrified at the slinky black furred appendage
twitching along Rinoa’s leg.
“I never should have left her with Odine,” Squall said
mournfully. He gathered Rinoa closer, holding her protectively.
We all turned to glare at Odine’s remains, which were
largely a red smear and a few tattered bows. I noticed several of the cats were…
snacking and I wasn’t sure if I should shoot them or get condiments. So tough
to figure out the right thing to do when someone you really hate dies. I
suppose declaring a national holiday would be bad form. But, hey, who am I to
dictate good taste?
I got Selphie to sit up and hunkered by her, one arm around
her shoulders and my machine gun aimed more or less at Almasy.
“As touching as this reunion is,” Seifer said, “We need to
get out of here before the rest of the party arrives.”
Selphie smiled sunnily at me and then turned her gaze to the
prisoners. “What about them?”
“Let them go; they are just mercenaries. The ones we need to
worry about are their bosses.” Seifer glanced at Squall and then me and after
receiving reluctant nods from both of us, he gestured to the Lanians and said
something in a liquid language. The swarms of cats chattered in agreement and
the Lanians dropped their weapons and ran for the doors. Seifer took a step
towards Squall, then hesitated. He turned to Selphie and me. “Host will clear
up here.”
“We can go to my place,” I said, as if there was any other
choice. “Squall. Let Zell carry Rinoa, Son.” I helped Selphie to her feet; she
giggled and curtseyed.
Squall showed his teeth at Zell who tipped his head
submissively before scooping Rinoa up out of Squall’s arms. He let Zell take
her rather than fight more than that – it would be undignified to show just how
sick and exhausted he was, I guess. Rinoa made a faint protest, but Squall
figured out the problem, and gently coiled her tail out of the way around
Zell’s hips. Zell shifted, muttering, “Tickles!” The gimlet glower Squall gave
him told Zell to take it like a man.
Squall got to his feet slowly, through pure force of will,
and summoned Lionheart. “Laguna, you take point. I’ll cover the rear.” He
gestured to Almasy, making it clear he didn’t want the man at his back. Almasy
just gave a smirk and an eye roll and Squall growled.
I could tell this
routine was going to get old fast.
I nodded but kept one hand on Selphie’s elbow, not sure how
steady she would be after getting hit by Odine’s wasp gun. Zell wouldn’t be
able to fight holding Rinoa, but honestly, I wasn’t really expecting any
trouble on the way out; what could be worse that what was right here with us?
Predictably, we made it just to the door and freedom before
Squall’s strength gave out. Almasy, in a fine show of superfast alien reflexes,
caught my son just as he keeled over and crumpled in, well, I won’t call it a
faint.
Almasy thumbed up Squall’s eyelids and did other first
aidish type things. “Looks to me like simple exhaustion.” We had all told
Squall he needed rest and I guess this was one way his body had to make sure he
got it. Ornery little shit. Almasy scooped Squall up in his arms like he was
toting his new bride over the threshold; an image that got my hackles up for
some reason. “This fever is going to kill him if he doesn’t get some rest.”
Zell murmured something about how stubborn Squall was, and
Almasy growled.
You know, I could really use a nap, too.
.
.
.
.
.
(Squall’s POV)
Squall mentally reached for Shiva, first, upon regaining
awareness. He checked his junctions before opening his eyes, to make sure the
stamina and health boosts were still in effect. Shiva considered that cheating
and let him know of her icy disapproval. “Just so tired,” he murmured, trying
to explain.
“I tellin’ you we should let him sleep,” Zell whispered
aggrievedly.
“No,” Quistis replied firmly. “We need to report right
away.”
“Well, you know, he was on the floor and so was PussPuss and
Selphie and we were waist deep in…”
“Report what?” Squall gave up
“Oh, you’re awake.” Quistis snapped to attention and
saluted.
“He wasn’t,” Zell grumbled, but followed suit.
Squall tried to return the salute but couldn’t. His voice
became glacially cold. “Why am I tied to the bed?”
“You kept trying to get to Rinoa, so your dad, er, President
Loire ordered…” Zell gave up and started unbuckling the restraints.
“How is she?” Squall hoisted up a little and rubbed his
wrists the moment he was free, fighting a strong urge to wash where the hated
restraints had touched him.
“Stable,” Quistis replied. “Did you know she’s grown a long
fluffy tail?”
“She completely drained her magical energies to zero.” Zell
moved down to free Squall’s legs. “Seifer says that’s a good thing, because
magical healing actually makes the Fever worse. He says if you try curing it
with spells all you do is stave it off a little, and then when it boomerangs
back, it takes you down for months.”
“This fever, by the way, is how the aliens invade. According
to Seifer, the, ah, hostile aliens – not the ones he works for, he insists -
spread the plague and attack while everyone is weakened. The survivors have
mutated into the same species they are; perfect for enslaving and breeding.”
Quistis pushed her glasses up her nose. “It’s a very good tactic, actually.”
Squall shifted a bit, stretched, and decided to ignore
Zell’s oh so subtle warning. “Where is Seifer, now?” That was the capper to a terrific winter: mysterious fevers and
outright plagues, uncataloged monsters, pregnant men, alien invaders, and now, Seifer,
in all his smug glory.
“Selphie is guarding him. The doctors checked her out and
she’s fine. Irvine collapsed while you were gone-”
Zell tackled Squall before he got all the way off the bed.
“He’s okay! He says he is, anyway. Just a fainting spell, the doctors say its
not uncommon in pregnant women, so…”
Reluctantly, Squall murmured, “We should take him off active
duty.”
“He’s in better shape than you are, Squall,” Zell said
bluntly. “You fainted, too. And he doesn’t look like he was drug back from
death through a knot hole.”
“Get off me, I’m getting up. Continue your report, Quistis.”
Squall sat up carefully, this time, and paused to let the world stop spinning.
He tried to be annoyed by Zell’s arm propping him up, but it was too much
effort.
“We found the monster and Zell either killed or severely
injured it. Xu sustained grave injuries and is currently receiving medical
treatment here in Esther under full contagion alert. I have a full written
report.”
Zell took over. “I got captured by space pirates and rescued
by Seifer. He says he’s here to track that monster, which was actually a new
weapon the aliens cooked up. The bad aliens, I guess. Seifer says they will be
gunning for Esther, now.”
Seifer says, Seifer says, Squall thought irritably. One
fuck and now Zell was his disciple or something? It occurred to him that
maybe it was more than one fuck, maybe Zell had chosen Seifer over him and was
planning to leave him like everyone else did.
Squall leaned over and nipped Zell on the junction of throat
and shoulder. Zell shivered but his breathy purr and his swelling erection
belied any real discomfort. Mine, Squall thought fiercely. He needed to
get the remainders of Seifer’s scent off Zell…
Quistis put her hands on her hips and huffed. “Do you have
to do that now?”
“You could join in,” Zell pointed out reasonably, shifting
on the bed to better snuggle Squall.
Quistis blushed scarlet and that surprised Squall out of his
mindless instinct to repossess Zell. She continued, “We were discussing the
fact that the aliens are invading.”
“I think Laguna shot their ambassador.” Squall said a little
absently.
“You gotta admit, that would hork most folk off. Seifer says
they’re all assholes, anyway: religious nuts. Can’t negotiate with religious
fanatics.” Zell carefully rubbed Squall’s back, not liking the sharp feel of
his bones thru the thin flesh and cloth.
“Theocracy,” Quistis corrected. “Seifer refers to the aliens
who contacted President Loire as being from ‘the Theocracy’.”
“Raijin calls them ‘Churchies’ so it’s probably not their
official name.”
“Raijin is with Seifer?”
Quistis nodded. “And Fujin, although I only saw her on the
vid.”
Squall looked away, unaware he was leaning more and more
into Zell’s arms. Seifer has his posse, he thought. Funny how
Raijin knew better than Quistis- the
girl who thought she loved me- that Seifer and I were more than rivals; we were
friends. No, not friends, brothers. We rarely got along, but he was always
there. Seemed so unfair that Seifer was the bad guy and yet he had friends and
I had to fight him with just… colleagues.
But now I have friends, lovers, packmates so let him have
his posse. We have no more ties together. Squall tried to
define the odd little ache that thought caused, before shaking his head,
rejecting the entire train of thought. Seifer doesn’t need me, Squall
reiterated. I don’t need him. He’s moved on with his life, just as I have.
He doesn’t need me and he can get the fuck off my planet and take his war with
him.
“ –when he zones out like that,” Quistis was saying when
Squall returned his attention to them.
Zell murmured something soothing and non-committal.
Squall shrugged Zell’s hands off and stood up. “Give a copy
of the preliminary report to President Loire. I want an indepth analysis of
that weapon and anything else you learned about the aliens’ culture, tactics,
and technology. I want to know who and what we are up against, and I want that
information 5 minutes ago.” He stalked out the door, barely pausing to
acknowledge the confirming salutes.
It was time to talk to Seifer.
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