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First:
the disclaimer I tend to forget, since I can�t imagine anyone really thinks I
think I have a right to use Squaresofts characters and treat them so badly: Not
mine. No profit. No money at all, to be depressingly accurate.

Second: I am ashamed how long this took and how short it
seems. Thank you all for staying with me.

Third: many thanks to the ever wonderful Acid Rain, and
all the other Yaoimongers who have put up with me and my whining all these long
months.

Forth: I always thought �Fever� was written by Peggy Lee,
who I understood wrote many of her songs. However, on one web page, �Songfacts�
located here: http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=3496&
credit for writing the song is given to Otis Blackwell and Eddie Cooley. I am in no way knowledgeable enough to
confirm this, so I present the information in the spirit of fairness.

Fifth: no, this is not the end.

Fever
Chapter 17

�Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me�
-�Fever� by ?

Squall stopped by the Palace infirmary to check on Rinoa,
first. She was, as he�d been told, stable and resting. Despite the hideous
tortures Odine at put her through, Rinoa looked a little healthier, less pale
and ravaged than even before
they�d taken her to Odine. The tail took some getting used to, but after
careful contemplation, Squall decided it was cute. And slightly sexy. He
imagined a neko-Rinoa, complete with ears, and decided if anyone could carry it
off, it would be her.

�I�m sorry,� he whispered over her. Why did Squall only get
the urge to talk to Rinoa when the woman was unconscious? �I didn�t trust
Odine, but I let him have you anyway.� Squall looked away, blinking, trying to
steady his voice. �I let you down, I know, but it won�t happen again. No one
will ever hurt you again. I will keep you safe.�

Squall left quickly, afraid he�d break down under the guilt
and cry. He missed the faint smile and Rinoa�s soundless, �My Knight.�

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Absorbed in planning his speech and battle strategy in case
Seifer was as unreasonable as usual, Squall ran full tilt into Selphie. He
caught her before she went down, and the little golden brunette giggled at him.

�We really have to stop meeting like this.�

Squall blinked at her. �Are you all right?�

�Oh, I�m peachy. Baby Dumpling and I aren�t that fragile,
you know, or no one would survive to be born.�

�Selphie, you jumped off a cliff ~~when we first met~~during our first mission.
�No cliff jumping while you are expecting, that�s an order.� He waited until
she acknowledged that with a salute, choosing to ignore the accompanying eye
roll. �Why are you here?�

�Baby Dumpling absolutely had to have a tuna melt.
But they don�t put enough garlic in them, so I had to run down to the kitchen
to supervise.�

Squall blinked some more. His watering eyes told him Selphie
had gotten enough garlic in the last batch, at least. �Who is with Seifer?�

�Oh, I had Irvy, relieve me.�

�Irvine? Guarding Seifer?� Squall started running towards
the suite. Hyne, that was like� leaving a hot dog to guard Zell!

Selphie called after him, �Don�t worry, Irvy is perfectly
all right! Seifer is just a big pussycat, anyway!�

Squall disappeared around a corner and she huffed. Then it
occurred to her she could sneak in a little nap, and maybe pounce on Irvy
later. The last time her honey had been with Squall, she had the most
erotic dreams all night�

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Irvine lit a few scented candles to help dispel the
lingering aroma of the tuna melts. Taking over guard duty, even if it included
watching Seifer, was much better than fetching Selphie�s stinky foods for her.
Just the thought made his stomach flip over.

Seifer watched from where he was lounging, managing to take
up the entire sofa. Irvine didn�t have to look at him to see the smirk playing
around the blond�s lips. He collapsed in an over stuffed chair and glared at
his captive.

�Morning sickness?� Seifer asked mildly.

�Shut up.�

Seifer shrugged. �Eating for two, eh? At least the food here
should be pretty good. Did you have standard Garden fare at Galbadia?�

�Don�t even mention food.�

�The breakfasts were the worst. Undercooked eggs, all
snotty, and limp mystery meat with weird chunks of gristle.� Seifer grinned as
Kinneas shifted in his chair and looked a bit green. �There was this one
breakfast cereal, grits, I think they called it, all greasy gray and looking
infect- �� Seifer�s laughter followed Irvine as he bolted for the bathroom.

Hard to stay at your station and guard your prisoner while
driving the big white bus, but Irvine was beyond caring at that point. Let the
big bastard wander off. Maybe Laguna would shoot him. Final Score: Esther 2,
Aliens 0. Let�s hear it for the home team.

So pleasantly surprised wasn�t the exact emotion Irvine felt
when he finally left the cool comfort of the blue tiled restroom and returned
to find Seifer right where he�d left him. �I can�t believe you didn�t run off.�

�Nah, I�m having too much fun right here.�

�No more fun at the expense of my guts or I swear to Hyne
I�ll-�

�Barf on me?�

Irvine�s eyes narrowed. �Shoot your ass.�

�Oh, rent a clue,� Seifer said, sitting up. �You�re a
sniper, not an infighter. On your best day I�d be long gone before you even
unpacked that long range peashooter.�

Too fast to see, Irvine stepped forward and pulled his
sidearm, aiming for Seifer�s nose, which was now less than 3 feet away. �I
rarely miss at this range.�

�Point taken.� Seifer leaned back against the cushions. He
made it look like he was getting comfortable, but he was also putting a few
extra inches between himself and Irvine�s gun.

Irvine nodded and returned to his chair. He kept the gun in
his hand, however.

�Feel better, now?� Seifer was all false concern.

�Shut your mouth, Seifer.�

�Always best to just toss your cookies and get it over
with.�

Irvine aimed the gun at Seifer�s head again.

Seifer�s eyes narrowed. �I thought you knew better than to
point a gun at someone you don�t intend to kill.� The gun never wavered, although Irvine�s lips curled into his bad
boy smile. That and the lingering pheromones made Seifer shift a little. He
crossed his legs and Irvine�s smile widened. In an attempt to regain control of
the situation, Seifer asked, �Why so hostile? I never laid a hand on you.�

�And you won�t, so you just keep those weird domination
spells to yourself.�

�Domination spells?� Seifer sat forward again. He was damn
close to the end of that gun; Irvine seemed to agree because he finally lowered
it. �Wait, the Ambassador was a man?�

�Man and a woman. Guy tried casting some spell on me and
Squall.�

�No wonder Loire shot him. Lucky he didn�t tear his dick
off. That clown wasn�t the ambassador, by the way, the Woman was. Most of the
Theocracy diplomats are Women, and the one in charge always is. And it�s not a
spell, the Lanians are psionic. They can�t use magic worth shit, most of them.�

�But you can,� Irvine guessed. �And that�s how you rate your
own ship. I bet gil to gillyflowers mental shields aren�t worth a bean against
Firaga.�

�Brains and looks. If you owned a chocolate factory, I�d
marry you in a flash.� Seifer sprawled out again, looking lazy.

Irvine laughed shortly. �And break Squall�s heart? Or would
that be Zell�s?�

�Depends on if we�re talking me or you. Who�s the father of
Selphie�s baby?�

�I am!� Irvine was indignant.

�No shit?� Seifer fell to the side, laughing. �You got
yourself pregnant?� He chuckled some more and Irvine fought down the urge to
shoot him in the leg.

�No I most certainly did not! It�s Squall�s baby. Or
Zell�s.� Irvine slumped a little. The uncertainty was just another worrisome
factor to this whole mess. He felt he owed Squall more, since Squall had
stepped up first and seemed serious about taking care of Irvine and the baby.
And he loved Squall, he really did, just not exactly the same way he loved
Selphie, or even Zell, which was part of the problem. Irvine didn�t want to
shut Zell out, and Squall certainly wasn�t demanding fidelity, but Irvine
couldn�t help but feel he was stringing the little blond along. On the other
hand, what if the baby was born with blond hair and brilliant blue eyes?

Seifer rolled over on the couch and propped his head up with
his hand. �It doesn�t work like that, Kinneas. Sure, Squall is ~~alpha~~Alpha, so all the kids are
legally his, but genetically, if you are the father of Selphie�s baby, you are
the father. Only you would get yourself knocked up.�

Tucking the gun away, since Seifer seemed willing to behave,
Irvine asked, �How does that work?�

�What, you want the Lanian birds and the bees lecture? Ok,
when a d�thala � that�s you � goes into Heat-�

�Heat? Like a cat?�

�Yes, and don�t even pretend you don�t know what I�m talking
about, because I can smell it all over you, still. So, the d�thala goes into
heat and his man contracts with a woman to give him a baby. It�s the only cure
for Heat.�

�His man?� Irvine was sounding increasingly bewildered.

�Will you shut up and let me explain this?� Seifer felt
around and removed the uncomfortable throw pillow from under his hip and tucked
it under his head instead. �A man gets a woman pregnant. She, in turn, gets the
d�thala pregnant. Sort of. It�s a psionic thing, they are linked. She carries
the baby physically, and the d�thala carries the baby�s, er, psyche, spirit,
whathaveyou. So in your case, you knocked up Selphie and she turned around and
shared the pregnancy with you. Essentially, you got yourself in trouble.� He
chuckled again but it faded at the stricken look on Irvine�s face.

�You mean I�m not pregnant?�

Seifer rolled his eyes. �You are pregnant, especially
by Lanian standards. You just aren�t physically carrying an actual fetus.�

�That�s why they couldn�t find the baby,� Irvine whispered.

�Right! You and Selphie are both carrying the same baby.
It�s a survival thing for the Lanians, they have a high�� Seifer blinked at
Irvine as he began to cry.

�No baby� Squall will be so disappointed� and� my baby!�
Irvine�s mumbled words faded into a wail and he started sobbing.

In the time honored male tradition, Seifer immediately
panicked. He rolled off the couch and went to Irvine, pulling him into his arms
and awkwardly patting the Galbadian�s back. Irvine clung to his vest and wept
bitterly.

�You thought there were two babies? Hyne, where would you
put it?� Sensing he wasn�t helping Seifer abandoned logic and reason and
stroked Irvine�s caramel colored hair. �It will be ok. You�ll see. It will all
work out.� He babbled more soothing nonsense. �I�ll take you back with me, get
the best healers-� - �

He staggered sideways as one hundred and twenty pounds of
fury knocked him away from Irvine. Left unsupported, Irvine collapsed back into
the over stuffed chair; Seifer meanwhile tripped backwards over the coffee
table and when down, narrowly avoiding braining himself on the end table.
�Fuck!�

Squall crouched over Seifer, eyes molten silver, teeth
bared, claws shredding Seifer�s vest where he lifted the blond slightly to
better snarl in his face, �Mine.�

Seifer�s response was an open handed cuff. Not calculated to
do any damage, it still did the trick, for Squall instinctively rolled with the
blow and that gave Seifer time to kick away the coffee table and scramble to
his feet. �Hyne�s holy halfassed
underpants, Squall!�

Irvine ~~lept~~leapt to his feet and said in a pleading
tone, �Squall, it wasn�t - ��

Not bothering to rise from where he hunkered, eye blazing,
Squall spat, �Keep your hands off him.�

�You left me alone with a hysterical d�thala! I should kick
your ass for that!�

�Now just a minute, here,� Irvine protested.

�Think you can?� Squall smiled, but it wasn�t a happy sight.

�Oh, please,� Seifer scoffed. �Let�s review. Who carried who
back to the infirmary after we got these?� He gestured to his the diagonal scar on his face.
�And that�s as close as you ever got to taking me one on one. Face ~~it,~~it; I�m older, bigger,
stronger, sexier�� Squall growled, a ragged, moaning warning, which his rival
blithely ignored. �Who�s the man? Seifer, Seifer�� He chanted his own name,
accompanying it with a mini victory dance. Infuriated beyond reason, Squall
launched himself at Seifer again, his wicked claws extended and spread for
maximum damage.

Only to find himself stopped in midair. Seifer, before him,
was also frozen in the transition from smug dance to defensive stance.

�I�ve half a mind to triple that Stop spell and cast
it a few more times.� Irvine huffed. �Come to think on it, you boys need to
work this out, but I�m not going to stand by wringing my hands while you do it
like the heroine in one of Quistis� romance novels. I�ll be sitting with Rinoa,
one of you macho assholes come
by later and fill me in on what happened.�

The spell wore off just as the door slammed shut behind him.
Squall�s momentum was interrupted but he landed gracefully and rolled to his feet.
Seifer, for his part, stepped forward and held out his hand as if to help the
commander up. Squall distained the offer, choosing instead to stick to what he
considered the most important issue at hand.

�If you make Irvine cry again, I�ll kill you.�

�That was hormones. Pregnant d�thala cryd�thala cry all the time.�
He took another step towards Squall, getting well within his personal space.

Squall retaliated with a flurry of razor clawed swats that left Seifer�s shirt
and vest shredded. The larger blond merely cringed back, blinking, as if he had
no idea why Squall attacked. Ruffled and annoyed, Squall retreated to the small
balcony of the suite. Predictably, Seifer followed him, but instead of standing
on the small porch, the blond hoisted himself up onto the shallow slope of the
palace roof.

Having Seifer over his head irritated Squall no end. He
jumped for the overhang and hauled himself up onto the roof as well. The
adrenaline rush he�d felt when he saw Irvine in Seifer�s arms was crashing,
leaving Squall feeling limp, weak, and out of sorts. He scrabbled up the smooth
tiles until he was higher than Seifer, and collapsed against an ornamental
chimney. The late afternoon sun had baked the roof to the point Squall could
still feel the warmth seeping thru his heavy leather jeans and gloves. He ~~panted and~~panted and blamed it on the heat.

Seifer removed his tattered shirt and vest, then starfished
out on the overhang, soaking up the heat until he seemed glow with golden
light. He rolled back and forth, wrigglingwiggled like he was
scratching his back and smiled up at Squall. Squall busied himself examining
his gloves, briefly mourning another pair lost to his viciously sharp claws. He
pretended not to notice Seifer steadily creeping up on him, until Squall
decided the blond was close enough and froze him with a glare. Seifer
immediately flattened against the roof, but his show of submission was false
and they both knew it. Squall snarled that moaning growl again. Seifer ~~rolled~~ lolled on the tiles as if he
didn�t have a care in the world, stretching and preening a bit. It was a
mesmerizing motion, and time and again Squall found himself watching the play
of muscles under Seifer�s tawny skin.

They repeated the cycle several times, and each time Seifer
got a little closer. Squall was feeling pressured and trapped again, but the
sharp rise of the roof peak behind him prevented further retreat and he was too
tired to fight anymore. Denied flight or fight, Squall couldn�t figure out what
he should do, and Seifer took advantage of that confusion to get very close
again.

Wearily, Squall said, �I will never let you have Irvine.�

�I don�t want Irvine,� Seifer purred.

�Liar,� Squall spat. How could anyone see Irvine and not
want him? �I know you had Zell.�

�There were mitigating circumstances, Squall. Didn�t Zell
explain? We were all drugged, me, Zell, Quistis��

�You had sex with Quisits?�

Oops. Seifer huffed and tried again. �What�s
the deal here? I thought we were best buddies, brothers?�

�That was� a long time ago.�

�True. I admit I�m not feeling particularly brotherly here
at the moment.� Seifer eyed Squall and licked his lips. Mortified, Squall
blushed and backpedaled a few more inches up the rooftop.

�What do you want, Seifer?�

�To help you,� he said simply. �To take care of you and help
you take care ~~of Rinoa~~of Rinoa, Irvine, Selphie,
Zell, Quis��

Squall bristled. �I don�t need your help!�

With great forbearance, Seifer did not point out what a
terrific job Squall was doing thus far. He didn�t have to, Squall�s own guilt
provided the whole argument and he slumped. Instead, Seifer said gently, �You
know I�d never hurt you.�

�Unless you want information.� A low blow and Squall winced
as soon as the words left his lips.

�The war doesn�t count,� Seifer snapped.

Squall nodded slowly, agreeing. He�d known all a long that
Seifer wasn�t himself, that all the evil had been Ultimecia. Why otherwise would Seifer ask
questions to which he already knew the answer?
He changed his posture slightly, bringing his legs up and wrapping
his arms around them. Less offensive and more defensive.

Seifer, for his part, was scanning the lengthening shadows
over the garden below them. Finally, he said softly, �Squall� we were a great
team once, remember? Unstoppable.�

�Until you left me.� Hyne, Squall hadn�t meant to say that
out loud, and certainly not in that needy little voice!

�Is that what this is about?� Seifer looked up at Squall. He
understood Squall and Squall�s issues, better than the man himself sometimes, and
was sincerely sorry he�d triggered one of his little buddy�s bugbears. He
smiled, long practiced at jollying Squall out of his moods. �Because, I�ll have
you know, I have a good excuse. I was kidnapped by aliens.�

A ghost of a smile flickered over Squall�s lips. �That�s a
terrible excuse.�

�But it�s true!�

Squall closed his eyes and shook his head. �Can you imagine
what Quistis would have said, as our instructor, to that if you�d tried it on
her? She never would have bought it.� He felt the heat of Seifer�s body getting
closer.

�But you,� Seifer purred, �would you accept it? Along with
my apologies for being gone so long?�

�Maybe, �� Squall replied. �You do have supporting
evidence, after all.� He opened his eyes and was startled to find himself almost
nose to nose with Seifer. �What are you doing?�

�I have no idea,� Seifer confessed, and kissed him.

Squall tasted like Seifer expected, cool and tartly sweet,
like raspberry ice. He was still savoring the feel of him when Squall gasped
and kicked Seifer away from him. Seifer slid down the roof, he fell off, deftly
missing the balcony, and plummeted towards the garden below. He grinned all the way
downas he
dropped, and when a worried face peeked over the ledge, and the Float
spell caught him, Seifer laughed all the way to the ground.
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