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Save Me	By : Seiferlover86 Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Seifer/Squall Views: 973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Squall glowered when he saw Seifer and Devon in a heated lip lock. He was standing there talking to Zell; Seifer and Devon were by the Quad. It made him sick to watch it. Try as he might, he just couldn't seem to stop starring at them. His right eye was twitching. He and the tall blond had not been spending time together much lately, and it was making Squall wonder why. But, he kind of figured it was Devon's doing. He and Devon did not like each other, so he's not really surprised. Really. Squall was getting tired of the way he saw Devon treat Seifer.

“I hate the guy,” he heard Zell mutter. Squall shot his eyes towards the blond tattooed man, who seemed to be looking at them as well. It wasn't any news that his friends also didn't like the tall brunet male. Squall nodded in agreement with what he said, and gritted his teeth. He sighed and forced himself to not look their way. “Why does he let him do that?”

“What?” Squall questioned with a cocked eyebrow.

Zell shook his head, letting out an irritated sigh. “Seifer, man. Why does he let that asshole control him? Seifer would never let someone control him like he does,” he stated as-a-matter-of-fact, also pointing to the couple.

Squall scoffed; he'd been wondering the same thing, actually, but he had not asked the tall scarred blond anything on the matter. So, he shook his head. “I don't know.” He did want to find out, though, and he was determined to ask, but eventually, when that asshole wasn't around him. He watched as Devon pulled the sexy blond towards him, holding him possessively.

Another twitch.

“I wish I knew,” the martial artist sighed. “It's—just not like him, that's all.”

Squall gave a silent agreement to that, smiling at how Zell seemed to care about Seifer. Hell, Squall already knew he cared about Seifer. Squall gave Zell a look and smirked. “I didn't know you cared Zell.”

“I don't!” he huffed, flushing, obviously aware he'd been caught. “I just never thought I'd see the day where Seifer Almasy let's someone else control him.”

It was a plausible excuse, but Squall knew better; Zell did care, but he would never admit to it. Squall rolled his eyes.

“Squall, why haven't you said anything?”

“What? Zell's question stunned the lithe brunet. Say? Say what, exactly? He gave Zell an inquiring look, asking what the hell he meant. Zell seemed to pick up on it and elaborated for him.

“Why haven't you said anything to him about it? I mean, you and Seifer hang out, and you're closer to him then the rest of us, so how come you never asked him?”

“Because,” Squall started. “I just never got around to it. Plus, we haven't really been hanging out that much, anyhow.”

Zell blinked. He'd thought for sure they hung out quite a bit. “Oh.” He looked back, but the other two boys were already gone. Devon—he just rubbed them the wrong way. It was unnerving to watch him with Seifer. Squall had also looked over to where they were, but he too noticed that they were no longer around the area. Squall narrowed his eyes.

“We should kick his ass,” Zell mused.

Squall found himself chuckling at Zell's words. “Seifer might not like that,” he pointed out, smirking as he had the same thoughts. Oh, he'd thought about it, many times. He also knew it was against Garden to fight. They left it at that and decided to go to their rooms. Squall's room was next to Seifer's, which he was glad for.

“Later, man,” Zell waved, chuckling.

“Yeah,” was all he said as he headed to his own room, deciding he needed to get the asshole off of his mind, which was proving to be harder to do than he initially thought. Damn, that asshole was on his mind a lot. He wanted so much to just punch that smug face of his. It took all of his self restraint to hold himself back. He really didn't know who Devon was fooling, but he and his friends weren't fooled; not in the least.

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Seifer sighed as he sat in the cafeteria the next day. Devon wasn't around, so he was by himself for now. Seifer needed a break from him. His arm hurt a bit, but after a while, he'd learned to hide it good, less someone suspect something. He really didn't need anyone prodding him with questions. That was the last thing he need right now.

“Yo, man,” a hyper tattooed by said as he approached him.

Seifer smirked. “Yo, chicken-wuss.”

Zell growled. “Bastard. I came over here to be nice, quit being an ass.”

“Can't help it; it's my nature,” he shot back, smirk still on his handsome face. He was lucky Zell hadn't noticed how much he can't use his right arm, which he actually favored. “Chickie.”

He rolled his eyes, scoffing.
“Hi, Seify!” a small brunet girl chirped with a wide smile.

Seifer hated that name, but had grown accustomed to her calling him that, so he let it go. He liked her, so it didn't really matter if she did it. In fact, he liked all his friends here, though he didn't hang out with them much. He'd like to though, but Devon had a problem with Squall, so he kept him away from the gang, which annoyed him.

“Messenger girl,” he greeted back. She sat down. He knew he'd get 'talking' to if Devon found out, but he found himself not caring at the moment. Not like he was here anyway. Also, it wasn't like Squall was here, who Devon appeared to be threatened by. Out of all his friends, Squall was the one he was threatened by. He shook his head; he did not want to be thinking of Devon right now; that was the last person he wanted to think about at the moment. So, he turned his attention back to his friends.

“Where's Devon,” Selphie asked, not seeing him. It was unusual, considering how much they're together. Seifer shrugged.

“He said he had something to do.” And he left it at that.

She nodded her head, smiling big. She was glad he wasn't around; they wouldn't be sitting here with their blond friend if he was. Yes, she also knew that Devon was possessive towards their sexy blond friend. She hadn't been able to talk to him much. Devon made sure to keep him away from them quite a bit. She just had no clue as to why he lets him get away with it. The Seifer she knew would never let that happen.

“Squally!” she yelled out, beckoning him over to where they sat.

He rolled his eyed but went over and sat down. He saw Seifer was there with no Devon in site, which was a good thing.

“Selphie.”She grinned at him and went back to her food.

“Seifer,” Squall nodded his head toward him in greeting, which Seifer did the same, but with a small smile. He loved to hang out with Squall, but hadn't been doing that much lately. “Where's the asshole?” At the wide eyed looks, Squall mentally cured. Shit, he said that out loud.

“What?” Seifer asked, not really shocked he'd called him that, though. “He's not here. Had something to do.”

“Oh.”

“Well, he is an asshole,” Zell came in to his rescue, backing up what he said.

“Zell!” Selphie scolded him, though she was thinking the same thing.

“Can we not talk about him?” Seifer asked in a tired voice.

“Sure,” the smaller blond shrugged. “So, whatcha doing later?”

“I don't know. Maybe going to the training center?” Well, there wasn't much else to do. Well, he could just walk around for a bit, but that's boring. He'd much rather spend his time fighting things in there then sitting around doing nothing.

Seifer was the type of person who didn't like sitting around much. He liked to be active. Devon didn't like him going in there though, and he'd made that perfectly clear three weeks ago. But, no matter what, he just couldn't stay out of there; it wasn't him. Seifer sighed and ran a soft hand through his hair, catching everyone's eyes on him.

“You okay?” She was looking at his arm.

“Yes,” was his answer, albeit, a little too quickly. He was not about to talk about it, and he was gonna make that perfectly clear to her. “I'm fine.”

She could see he didn't want to talk about it, so she wisely kept quiet for the moment. She would like to know what's going on with him, but she could tell he was in no mood to talk about it. Not wanting to upset him, she kept her mouth shut on the topic.

Seifer looked at all of his friends. It was nice to be around them, which he had not been able to do much lately. Devon had been monopolizing all of his time, and he knew his friends were starting to get worried about him. Before Devon cam along, he would always spend time with them—time with Squall. He can see why they'd worry; he wasn't acting like his usual bastardy self, and hadn't been around them much. He tried to act as normal as possible; he wondered if he did a good job of that. What he really missed was sparring with Squall. That was one thing he loved to do, but Devon had told him he didn't want him to get hurt, so he hadn't been letting him.

Seifer scoffed inwardly. Him? Hurt? Please. Seifer could take care of himself. Devon's worry was more like possesiveness than anything else. Devon liked to keep a close eye on him a lot, and it made him mad. Seemed he liked telling Seifer what to do and who to hang out with. Seifer was his own person though, and he would do as he liked. He knew Devon didn't like it, and he would get a 'talking' to, but these were his friends. Plus, he was use to it all by now, so he kind of expected it.

Why he let Devon control him when he was around, Seifer just couldn't say no to him, but he wished he could.

“Seifer?” Seifer was jolted out of his thoughts when Zell said his name. “Where were you?”

“Oh, uh, just thinking.” He didn't want to say more on the matter. His thought—he didn't want them out. His friends didn't need to know what;s going on, though he knew they could see Deovn's possesivenss. He wasn't very subtle about it, then again, Seifer didn't think he tried to be. He wanted everyone to know that Seifer was his, and he told the blond that, too.

Seifer gave them a smile, belying anything he was thinking.

They all gave him a look, but chose to not say anything.

“About what?' Okay, chicken was an idiot, Seifer concluded.

“Nothing, wuss,” Seifer waved his had dismissively.

Squall smirked, a tiny lift of his lips.

“Seifer!” That tiny smirk fell off his face in an instant, and he growled.

Seifer sighed. He knew this would happen; it always did it seemed, Seifer mused. “What are you doing over there, Seifer?” Devon walked over to him, glaring. Wow, he wasn't about to hide that he was pissed.

“Eating,” he answered simply, wincing when Devon's nails dug into his shoulder a little. He could see that Devon was trying to not give way to his anger right there, in front of the others. Squall's right eye twitched in annoyance.

Devon growled softly, not enough for them to hear, but Seifer heard him. “Come on, Seifer. We're going. Now.”

Seifer nodded slowly, standing up, giving his friends looks, like he was telling then not to say anything. He could tell Squall wanted to. Devon grabbed his arm and pulled to him.

“Why are you such an ass?” Squall could not hold himself back from asking that.

“Excuse me?” Devon raised a brow, sneering.

Squall sneered right back. “You heard me.” Squall stood up.

Seifer knew he needed to do something. “Squall. It's okay.” Devon squeezed him a little too hard around his waist, bringing another wince out of him.

“Yeah, Leonhart,” he smirked. “Mind your own fuckin' business.”

Squall's hands clenched into tight fists, so tight his knuckles were turning white. He didn't say anything more as Devon dragged him away. Seifer looked back and Squall looked at him as he watched them go, feeling more frustrated than he was before.

“Man! That guy's a fuckin' prick!” Zell exploded when they were gone. Everyone in the cafeteria looked at him, and he smiled sheepishly. Selphie nodded her head along with that remark.

Squall calmed down a little, but not much. “No shit,” he said sarcastically, but with no bite to it. He sat back down, seething. Dammit.

The rest of lunch went by in silence.
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