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Scars	By : aeryia Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 3
Unwanted Perceptions
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"Yeah baby. You."
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Seifer shrugged off the last article of clothing, chucking it to the pile of dirty laundry that sat on the corner near the door of the bathroom. He turned on the water, testing it for an appropriate temperature before slipping into the shower and drawing the curtain shut behind him. He let out a satisfied sigh as the warm, gushing liquid beating down on his stiff, motionless body, soothing him in a way his mind never could.

The blond struggled through his hazy memory to recall the last time he had ever been on the opposite end of a rejection as bitter as the one he had been dished last night. Squall's dismissal of not only Seifer's rapidly growing emotions but of their encounter in general had hurt Seifer more than he will ever admit, even in the trusting confines of his own mind.

Staring ahead at the plain white tiles adorning the bathroom wall, Seifer couldn't stop himself from wondering why his attitude towards the young brunet was very much distinct from his past romantic persuasions with other men. On the contrary-- it was mostly his companions that had done the pursuing.

'So then why the fuck do I feel so attracted to that icy cold bastard? Alright, so the kid is sexy as hell, I'll give him that, but the punk's unapproachable attitude is gonna get him a fist in his face one of these days, that's if it hasn't happened already.'

It didn't matter the number of times that Seifer had battled with himself in order to curb his true feelings. In the end, he surrendered to his emotions and spent the time regretting his approaching the youth. His sexual drive, though, was raging within him and it longed to yell and be heard in a higher tone. Celibacy can last only so many years, and plenty were the times that Seifer had felt the urge to leave behind his decade-old oath and finally jump into bed with the next available pretty boy.

Something as general as sleeping with someone is never quite that simple, as Seifer had managed to tell himself. Although the persona he mainly emitted was that of a cocky rich, young man with a bad-ass attitude, deep down he was sensitive when treading on certain subjects and the actions taking place behind bedroom doors forced him to stop and think for once.

Seifer reached out mechanically and grabbed a random half-used bottle of shampoo from the small, metal rack attached to the shower head. He popped the top open with his teeth, poured a decent amount onto his hand, and set the bottle back before reaching up to his golden mane and scrubbed thoroughly.

The intoxicating aroma of fresh vanilla wafted through the steamy room, invading the blond's nostrils. He breathed in deeply as he rinsed out the shampoo from his precious locks and smoothed them back away from his face.

Not even speeding away from an indifferent Squall last night helped to ease the agonizing transition. His temper had bitten deep, blinding his curt infatuation for the boy for the length of the drive home. He had thrown himself onto his bed as soon as he had arrived, not even minding to lock the door properly. He had gone to sleep angry, which had resulted into his current headache which grew stronger each and every time Seifer had pictured the brunet's figure: tight leather, shapely ass, swaying hips, pouty lips--

Seifer cursed out loud as the soap, which he had just grabbed, managed to drop in the midst of his daydream, striking a set of his toes painfully before landing on the floor with a wet clunk. Cursing nonsensically, he bent down carefully to retrieve the slippery bar.

How is it that a guy he'd only just met-- and had been assured that they will never again cross paths-- reduce him to the level of a lock-sick puppy. Sure, there was that spark from his physical attraction, but Seifer knew no more than the boy's name. It had been less than a day since he had last seen the brunet's retreating form, yet all of Seifer's dreams last night consisted of nothing but Squall.

Seifer leaned back against the cool bathroom wall, tilted his head, and closed his eyes as he recalled one of his dreams almost vividly.

--

The droptlets of sweat running down his flustered body.

The moist air compacting the large room.

The sexy figure crawling lethargically across the bed.

The tiny pink tongue darting out to lick full, rose-colored lips.

The presence of lust swirling in those blue-grey eyes.

The demanding hands holding down his hips.

The beautiful face inching closer to the hardness on his lap.

The talented mouth enveloping his swollen erection inch by inch.

The amazing sensation traveling through his veins.

--

Washing off the soapy foams from his body, Seifer turned the knobs to cease the falling water. He got out, drying himself before slipping the towel around his waist. Using his fist, he wiped away an amount of fog from the bathroom mirror. Once cleared, his eyes immediately zoned in on the pinkish bruise adorning the front area of his neck.

His mind involuntarily recalled the not so warming events of earlier this morning over at his parents house. Breakfast had started off normal, that was, until his father began taunting him for being "lonely" at the party throughout the night. His mother, who could never stand Alexander's teasing though she never voiced it, had interjected, explaining how she saw Seifer run off with a young looking waiter.

Seifer had foresaw the fist that later connected painfully with his stomach, but he did nothing. After all, what more could he have done than take the few hits dished out at him. The hand that grabbed his throat and cut off his oxygen was a surprise, however, the worn out death threats whispered hostilely into his ear were not.

Whisking his head away, Seifer stepped out of the bathroom and into his room. Throwing his towel aside, he bent down to rummage in the lower drawer of his cabinet for a pair of boxers. Just as he slipped them on, the doorbell to his apartment rang.

Slamming the drawer shut with a foot, Seifer grumbled irritably, trudging to the source of the sound. A bitter smirk formed in place as Seifer felt ready to vent out his newly formed anger on whatever poor soul was on the other side. Elated that he'd be able to divert his attention onto something else for a change, Seifer jerked open the door.

The feral grin and several pending curses fell forgotten as soon as green eyes fell on Quistis Trepe's slender form. Her red-tinted lips were curved down into a frown, exhibiting her obvious displeasure, over what, Seifer could only guess. She flicked back her loose, long, blond hair over a shoulder, her cobalt eyes peering at Seifer over the top of her glasses.

She took in his rather unpresentable state. "Is this a bad time? If it is, I can always--"

"Nah, it's fine," Seifer interrupted, one large hand reaching up to smooth back his damp, golden locks as he stepped aside to allow her inside. He followed her into the living room, leaning against the sofa opposite the one she had seated herself on.

"Well?"

"'Well' what?" Quistis inquired mockingly, crossing her arms.

"You're obviously here because of what my old man must have told you."

"I won't deny that it's true, but I refuse to speak with you when you're dressed like that." She punctuated her final word with a quick glance at the towel draped low on the blond's hips.

Unfortunately for her, Seifer did not attempt to overlook her brief look-over. "And what happens to be wrong with my appearance, Quisty? Or am I just too sexy for you, hmm?" His hands slipped down, playing with his towel teasingly.

"Don't flatter yourself, Almasy. Your charm wore out on me years ago."

"I'm the one who should be flattered, really. While I can attract both sexes, I've only interest in one of them."

Quistis let out an amused laugh. "You are such a conceited jerk."

"And don't forget one sexy son-of-a-bitch--" Seifer had barely finished his sentence before a pillow came flying towards his face, which he easily dodged. "Yo, what gives?"

"Go and get dressed so we can talk."

"Yes, ma'am," Seifer replied with a bow as he trudged to his room.

A couple of minutes later, Seifer emerged from his bedroom, dressed in a simple grey, sleeveless tee that clung to his body and a pair of black sweat pants. He entered the living room, and plopped down on the armchair across from Quistis' seat. Resting an elbow on the ledge, he placed his chin in his hand and waited for the blonde to start.

She cocked her head to the side, narrowing her eyes and getting a good look at him. "You look like you've been through hell and back."

"Yeah? Well, I feel as if I've still in hell," the young man hesitantly admitted.

Leaning forward, Quistis asked attentively, "Want to talk about?"

Seifer frowned at the blonde's overly mother-like nature. "Is this one of those visits where I'm aloud to answer 'no?'"

"I'm afraid not."

"Whatever. I'm sure my pops told you everything, even though he has no clue as to what happened with me and the kid last night."

"That's the part that was troubling him the most-- Is it true that you were hounding down a teenager?"

The accusation brought a snort from Seifer. "Hardly. I was only trying to get the squirt to talk to me."

"By harassing the poor boy!"

"I already told you that I wasn't harassing him, jeez!" He didn't intend to get loud, but the misinformation of the past events were bringing his blood to a boil. "Sure, he acted like a fuckin' iceberg at times, but hell, I managed to strangle out a few words from him before we left."

"Oh, no, Seifer. Don't tell me that--"

"Relax. Nothing happened." Seifer's memory presented him with a very detailed image on just how Squall had flipped him off. "Ungrateful little shit didn't so much as thank me when I left him at his door step."

"He mutually agreed for you to ride him home?" Quistis knew she couldn't judge Seifer from hearing his father's side of the story, but listening to his was almost as discrediting.

"Of course. After all, how can he resist this--" Placing his arms behind his head, Seifer stretched his body back into the chair, causing his shirt to ride up his stomach. Quistis only rolled her eyes, raising an eyebrow that said she didn't fully believe him. "Ok, ok. So I had to persuade him a little with my ol' Almasy charm, no big deal." She hinted a smirk at him. "What're you smiling about?"

"Nothing. I'm just imagining you fawning over a teenager. Kind of hard to see when all your life you've only been into older guys," Quistis explained with an amused smiled in place

"I still am."

"So what's changed?"

Seifer only shrugged. "The boy's just hot. Too hot for his age, too hot to even guess his age." Pausing for a moment, he mentally went over their conversation. "Why the hell are we classifying the brat as a juvenile anyway?"

Appearing as clueless as her friend, Quistis only supplied, "That's what your father was told: that you were seen in a room with the boy, forcing yourself onto him."

The large blond nearly toppled off his seat upon hearing the outrageous statement. "What!"

"I'm not saying it's true, but you know how Alexander gets whenever he hears that you've been at it with another man."

"Then apparently, neither you nor pops heard the right version at all."

"Which brings me to the reason for visiting. What exactly happened between you two?"

"We were..."

Any further words were stolen away as Seifer recalled his and Squall's unofficial truce.

: 'Let�s forget about all this.'

'And if I can�t?'

'You�ll just have to try hard enough.' :

"You were... what?"

Emerald eyes looked up from their position on the floor to the cobalt ones across from him. They were hazed with the same sisterly concern that Quistis had always harbored towards Seifer.

It didn't matter how cold the boy had acted towards him; he made a promise to keep, and as much as it pained him to leave behind those events, he was going to.

"N-nothing happened. I had lost him when Irvine dragged me away to talk to some women, went looking for him after a while, and had finally found him cleaning up in this one room."

"... What else?"

"We talked-- well, I mostly talked while he answered in one-word sentences."

"... I don't believe you."

Blinking twice at the declaration. "That's funny, I could have sworn you said that you don't--"

"I did. I don't believe you." Seifer narrowed his eyes at her dangerously, but she continued nonetheless,"I've known you practically all my life, and I know whenever you're hiding something from me. So spill."

"Huh. You're good."

She only smiled at him.

"-- but I still can't tell you."

"What? Why?"

"'Cause, I sorta promised that I wouldn't." Quistis merely stared at Seifer, her silence begging him to elaborate. "Sorry Quistis, but that's all I can say."

"So something did happen between the two of you."

"As if. That guy won't let me so much as stand close to him, much less allow me to touch him in anyway."

"And that's all you have to say to me?"

"That's all I can say to you."

Quistis stared straight into Seifer's sea-green eyes, searching through them for any fault, any clue for her friend's mysterious actions. "You always were a weird one, Seifer Almasy. Aren't you at least curious from where your Dad heard about you and the boy?"

"No," Seifer answered in a half-growled, "but I've got a pretty good idea of who it was."

They sat quietly for a few minutes afterwards, each one absorbed into their own thoughts.

Seifer was the first to break the uncomfortable silence.

"So... was this all you came over for?"

"Yes, at first, but now that I'm here and this issue over and done with, it'd be nice to catch up. It feels as if I haven't seen you in ages."

"Yeah, it's been a while."

They started talking after that, reminiscing about the past and all of Seifer's previous lovers. Seifer found it to be a lost comfort to finally be freed of his mind and any impure thoughts concerning a sultry brunet.

It was Quistis' idea to get out of his apartment and go someplace. Seifer had found no time to retort, as a jacket aimed at his head cut off what he was going to reply. He only smirked as he slipped it on and followed the blonde out the door.

They were now both in Seifer's month old red sports car, cruising aimlessly through the streets of uptown Deling City. The top was down as well as the windows, allowing the cool breeze to circulate around them.

It was when Seifer had turned a particular corner that something had caught his eye. Or rather, someone.

Blood pumped through Seifer's veins three times faster than normal, whirling around to catch sight of the familiar-looking individual. He would have dwelled more on the possiblities of a heart attack in the middle of the road if it weren't for the highest of gods that had granted him a second chance at being able to see that icy yet adorable figure once more.

A high-pitched cry and a yank on his shoulder brought his head back from the clouds and to cruel reality.

"Seifer, watch the road!"

"Shit!"

Placing a tight grip on the steering wheel (anew), Seifer grunted vehemently as he violently swerved right into a proper lane, cutting short the paths of vehicles riding behind him. He barely had time to hit the brakes on his sports car when he noticed the large van waiting for a stoplight to change in front of him. The car screeched to a halt, the wheels marring the perfectly cemented pavement with a pair of vertical black streaks.

Slouching back in his seat, Seifer cast a longside glance to check on Quistis' state. "You alright?" he asked after a couple of seconds.

"Yeah, fine.. just a bit rattled." She looked between Seifer's unperturbed face and his trembling hands. "You?"

"Fine," the blond stated with a gruff.

Seifer had gotten a good hard look at the guy whom Quistis was refering to. His heart had sunk faster than than a rock thrown into a bottomless pit. The boy was not Squall, or rather, he looked no where near as good as the brunet did. He might have been wearing the same exact leather pants that Seifer had seen on Squall, but only one of them can truly fill it in nicely.

No matter the strong facade that Seifer was putting up, his companion could see right through it, but she chose to swallow her concern and allow Seifer control over his pride.

For now, at least.

As soon as the light switched from red to green, Seifer pressed on the gas pedal and navigated his car forward a couple of blocks until he found a suitable place to park.

"You don't look fine to me. Are you sure you're okay?"

The helping hand was immediately swatted aside, as if any form of contact at the moment would leave a permanent burn against Seifer's skin. He wanted to be left alone, and if not, then to at least be shrouded in silence.

It didn't matter for how long the two friends had known eachother, Seifer knew that Quistis would not be able to comprehend these new passionate feelings awakening from deep within him, emotions Seifer himself never knew he was ever capable of having. She had been beside him through all of his past relationships, fruitfully knowing that not one of them had been anything serious. So why should she see this new crush as anything significant? Better question, why let her know at all?

'Would she really believe me this time around? It's been the same routine for more times than she can count, but I'm serious about this brat, as serious as I can get, anyway. I've never felt this way before, but then again, I've never even thought to check out a teenager before, not in this way, anyhow.'

Gritting his teeth tightly, Seifer fought the will to painfully bang his head against the dashboard. Could he not go one damn second without that brunet popping into his thoughts! Sure, the boy was sexy, but a moment of peace was not so much to ask for.

Determined to take his mind off of Squall, Seifer turned to Quistis. "All that commotion made me work up an appetite. Know any good fast food restaurants around here? This is your neighborhood, after all."

The bewildered blonde only stared at Seifer with a shocked expression. "You're still hungry? Then what axactly was it that we had at your place before leaving?" Quistis had watched with utter fascination as Seifer scarfed down the cake as if he were a starving man in the desert.

"A snack," he replied as if the answer were obvious.

"And what about breakfast with your parents?"

"I'd hardly call a glass of water and some eggs a full meal."

"And let's not even take into account those two slices of cheesecake that's been in your fridge since god knows when."

"Since my mom baked them for me a couple of months, but that's beside the point: do you, or do you not know where we can go to fill ourselves up? I'm not exactly a fan of driving around aimlessly in a place I hardly know."

Knowing that engaging further would result in lost time, Quistis instructed Seifer to the nearest restaurant, which turned out to be a McDonald's. Switching the signal, Seifer curved to the right and into the drive-thru lane, which was conveniently empty. Driving at a slower pace, Seifer halted the car once they were adjacent to the menu board.

A light baritone voice drifted from the speaker embedded into the large, flashy menu.

-McDonald�s. Can I take your order?-

Gazing absent mindedly from where the voice was oozing from, Seifer found himself scrutinizing the mysterious voice. The owner was clearly male, but if one were to listen carefully, it sounded as rich and as delicate as that of a woman�s.

Seifer was roused from his second daze no thanks from a playful pinch in the arm from Quistis and the continuous blare of horns from the multitude of cars behind him. The regal blonde raised her eyebrows suggestively at her friend, only to receive a hand in front of her face.

�Don�t say a word,� came the noticeably forceful demand in a dangerously low whisper.

Seifer knew where she was headed; he was never tolerant on "waiting around", so to speak, and given his promiscious past, this time around would certaintly be no different.

But that was something he was about change, and if not for him, then for the one that he is currently holding out for.

An exasperated sigh was heard from the forgotten intercom before the eloquent voice was heard once more, to Seifer�s grief, yet utter delight.

-Hello?-

"We�re still here. Don�t get your panties in a knot."

-So will you be ordering or not?-

"Yeah, yeah, calm down. You ought to see someone for that temper, princess."

An uncomfortable silence came from the speaker. Seifer took this chance to place his much needed order.

"So then, let me get a cheeseburger, two McChickens, four-"

-We�re still serving breakfast.-

The tall blond blinked at the speaker after hearing what the man had said after cutting him off.

"Excuse me?"

-We�re still serving breakfast.-

Seifer stole a glance at the clock-radio in his car. It read 11:17.

'What�s the deal with this punk? Must have pissed him off with that princess gag. Fucking prick can�t even take a joke.'

"It�s fucking 11 o�clock already."

"Seifer, stop it," Quistis reprimanded, pulling on Seifer's arm to which the young man responded with an irritated shrug.

-I know.-

"Well if you fucking know, then take my damn order."

-We start at 12.-

"What?"

-Lunch. We start it at 12. On weekends.-

"Oh," was all Seifer could say after he had found his voice. He felt a tinge of embarrassment, especially that he was about to commence with a confrontation that would have resulted from his mistake.

He quickly scanned the breakfast menu in search of the first item that would catch his eye.

"Okay, so let me start over. Let me get a Steak Bagel with no sauce or onions, and I don�t want the folded egg, give me the scrambled instead. Throw in a couple of those hash things, about four or five, you pick for me, and four of the Bacon McGriddles. Don�t put those folded eggs. Make them the same as my bagel."

Quistis gave him a look.

"What? I'm a growing boy. 'Sides, I'm hungry."

Quistis rolled her cobalt eyes at his explanation. "You're going to get fat from all that."

Seifer lifted his t-shirt and patted his toned stomach. "You mean like this? If that's the case, I better start working out right now."

"You know what I mean!"

"Shouldn't be complaining Quisty, since three of those sandwiches are yours."

The blonde rubbed her forehead and sighed in frustration. "You're impossible." Her comment only made his smirk grow wider.

"Those are the exact words my male companions say to me whenever I refuse to go down on them."

"As much of a liberal that I am, that is just way too much information, Seifer."

"Hey, you started it, I'm just bringin' it home."

A couple of seconds elapsed as the man placed the order, his progress shown on the conveniently placed screen next to the menu.

-Anything else?-

A smirk slowly crawled its way onto Seifer�s gorgeous features, remark ready on the tip of his tongue.

"Yeah, baby. You."

Quistis held up her hand in a failed attempt to choke back her laughter. The last thing she needed to do was encourage Seifer on his bad behaviour. He had uttered the statement in such a husky and wanton voice that made it appear as if he had meant it, which the blonde was more than certain he probably had.

Not too long after, a chuckle erupted from Seifer himself, sorry that he wasn�t able to see the look on the guy�s face.

'And this it what you get for making me look like a fool, fucking prick.'

-404 gil. First window.-

"I�ll be counting the seconds," Seifer assured as he steered the car around in a semi-circle, stopping once more at the first window on the other side of the building. After safely setting the car on neutral, he lifted his hips to dig out his wallet from his back pocket. He finally managed to pluck it out without too much difficulty and opened it, only to discover an abundance of maxed out credits cards (which his father refused to pay to this day) and a few receipts tucked behind the various sleeves.

Seifer snapped the empty wallet shut with a soft curse. He peered over at his companion with what he hoped resembled an innocent expression.

"Say, uh, Quistis, about how much gil have you got on you?"

An exasperated sigh. "Spare me, Seifer. How much do you need?"

"It's not much..."

Quistis raised him a challenging eyebrow that dared him to try her.

"Think you can spot an old friend? Hm? Just this once..."

With a defeated sigh, Quistis proceeded to rummage through her purse. "And when exactly do you plan on paying me for all the other times that I had 'spot' you?"

"Soon, Quisty, or more specifically, when I can convince my Dad that I'll stay away from men if he can pay me at a regular basis."

She successfully pulled out a 500 gil note and hesitantly directed it Seifer's way.

Seifer let out a chuckle as he reached for the gil. "Why the doubtful look? I already told you that I'll pay you back."

"And I've been hearing that same exact phrase for the past six years and even more these days since your father caught you fooling around with Hunter at his place."

The tan young man groaned as unwanted images invaded his mind. "Not you, too. The fucking bruise on my arm reminds me of that every god damn day." He tugged on the bill that seemed glued to the woman's hand. "Let go of it already."

With one last half-hearted yank, the bill loosened from Quistis hold and landed into Seifer's possession. The blond smirked playfully, wagging the note back and forth as if waving a victory flag. His female companion merely shook her head, the manifestation of a smile revealing her true judgment.

At that moment, the window slid open with a low hiss. Seifer turned his head to get a better view at the guy, having more than an ample storage of complaints ready to bombard him with. His emerald eyes widened as they clashed with a familiar icy grey pair.

'Squall.'

His hold on the money loosened as the rest of his body went rigid. An unexplainable cold chill ran wildly through his body, piercing through his limbs painfully. Seifer felt as if he were set on fire despite the late September breeze and the trembling in his lower body.

Only in his dreams last night had he envisioned crossing paths with Squall once more, though he had never been able to witness the brunet's reply to their re-encounter, not once, due to his waking up countless times in the middle of night with sweat pouring down his face and shirtless torso.

And now that he had the brunet in front of him, he didn't know how to react, or more honestly, he couldn't remember how he had wanted to act or what he had wanted to say. Any lines that Seifer had rehearsed with himself were left forgotten, but then again, ever since their first meeting, Squall always did have the power to render him speechless.

All he knew now was that in some way he was grateful for this opportunity to have been bestowed on him.

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To Be Continued...
A/N: This took longer to write and put up than anticipated. I had lost interest in this story and after almost convincing myself that so had everyone else, a most wonderful friend set me straight and I began working on it once more. It is a bit short and probably not what most have been waiting for, but hey, I'm getting there, ok? ;P

Just in case there is any confusion, I spell colors the way the british do: blonde & brunette for women; blond and brunet for men. (And I've only recently found out that in Canada, they use the first for both men and women :)

Also, please forgive me if it seems a bit rushed, but I did not want to put off this chapter any more than it deserved to be.

As always, please review if you liked. I really appreciate any critiques or anything you think I need to improve on. Since English is not my first language, I know that there is a lot that I need to work on. I'd really love it if you can let me know how I did with the dialogue, as I wish to strengthen that part of my writing the most.

Anyways, thanks for reading this rather long Author's note and I hope you enjoyed the newest installment!
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