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Recovery	By : RabidPhilosopher Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Seifer/Squall Views: 1000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note:
First thing is first. I do not own Final Fantasy VIII or any of the characters within it. They are owned by Squaresoft and their affiliates. I make no money from the work. My only payment is the pleasure I receive from writing it.
Sorry for the late posting. School has been brutal and I started a second job. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think. Sorry for any typos or misspellings, I only edited briefly to get it posted.
Irvin shook his head at the display. He had no qualms about following the two, and even less about witnessing the intimate moment. Too far away to hear the quiet exchange, he thought Squall was about to make a move. He applauded the brunette’s balls. Even with all of his charm, Irvine wasn’t sure he’d be able to test the blonde’s sexuality. He respected Seifer with all of the deference he would treat a ticking bomb with an unknown time left on the clock. Unsure of how Squall trusted the former Knight so easily, he chalked it up to their connection as children and the Commander’s strange infatuation.
“Not god enough Almasy. You talk to me or you talk to Kadowaki, your choice.”
Irvine raised a brow as he watched Squall take a step back, confusion caused him to lean forward, straining to hear their words. He had to slink closer as their tones returned to normal.
“…will be like pulling teeth.” Seifer’s smile made Irvine uneasy. As much as he trusted Squall to be able to take care of himself, he wasn’t sure he’d trust the man to make the right decision to protect himself if Seifer were involved.
“Fine. Private 1st Class Almasy, be in my rooms at 20:00 hours tomorrow. This is not a request or a suggestion.” The businesslike tone in the Commander’s voice told him that it was not going to be a meeting to indulge in pleasures, the look on Seifer’s face as the brunette turned away only confirmed the suspicion. As Squall left Irvine stood, baffled by what he had seen.
It was obvious Squall was going to wait forever for Seifer to notice his affection. The longer Squall was single the more Irvine regretted his choice to let the brunette go. He wondered at his own hypocrisy while weighing his options. To help the hapless couple along to swift satisfaction or a swift end. Either way he looked at it, at least Squall would have closure on the sensitive subject. Weather heartbroken or happy, the Commander wouldn’t be so lost. In that moment he swore to himself, as he had so many times in the past, that he would be happy, no matter the outcome. And maybe if Seifer couldn’t be what Squall desired, he could be there to pick up the pieces and place them carefully back together.
Perhaps the most shocking to the cowboy was the sight of the blonde falling to the floor in pure exhaustion. Squall had noticed some problem he had not; this irked him slightly, though he pushed that thought aside. He made his way back over to the entrance, stalking the shadows with silent feet. Sneaking outside, Irvine made sure to announce his presence before “spotting” Seifer on the ground. His hard steps echoed in the quiet as well as the opening and closing of the door. He wasn’t surprised to see Seifer standing, turned away while sheathing his blade.
“Howdy,” he offered while tipping his hat, even though the other man couldn’t’ see it. “Was wonderin’ where you’d gotten off to.” Seifer turned with a sneer, offering a display of his foul mood. The cowboy wasn’t the least bit taken aback, having expected such a welcome. “Don’t suppose you know where Squall might’ve gone? Looks like y’all were sparring.”
“I’m not his baby sitter, go find him yourself,” he spat, frustration masking any ease he might have normally felt.
Irvine shook his head ruefully; tisking as he placed his hands in his pockets, taking a leaning stance with his hips jutted forward, the picture of relaxation. “Weren’t you ever taught not to bite unless they ask for it?”
“You’re always asking for it,” he grumbled in response, heading for the door.
“Dunno if you wanna go back there, they’re all passed out in your living room.”
Seifer sighed in further frustration, turning back to the sharpshooter. “What do you want?”
“Walk with me; you can crash on my couch if you want.” He gestured with his head in the direction of the door, heading that way, hoping the blonde would follow with little complaint. Apparently the stress of the day had finally gotten to him, Seifer followed with little more than another exasperated sigh. He wanted nothing more than to fall into a deep dreamless sleep and not wake up for days.
Seifer knew Irvine wanted something. As they walked he kept glancing over, enraged by the cheery look on the other man’s face. “Spit it out Kinneas, what do you want?”
Irvine kept walking slowly, hands fidgeting in his pockets. Trying to decide if subtly would do it. He glanced to Seifer and sighed heavily, Squall would kill him if he knew what was going through his head. “I wanted to talk to you about Squall.”
Seifer froze, suddenly suspicious of Irvine’s timely arrival. His face hardened quickly as panic coursed through him. Did Squall want him gone? Was he going to be cast out again? He pushed the thoughts down, hardening himself against the idea.
That’s right my pet, you don’t need them, they don’t care about you, no one does, no one ever will…. Her laughter echoed, a wretched scratching inside his skull. He fought the urge to put his hands to his head. The nausea was slowly rising as she purred compliments into his ear.
“Seifer? Seifer? You home in there?” The sharpshooter reached out to touch the Knight, bringing him back to reality; the cloudy, dazed look in his eyes began to fade. “Did you hear me Almasy?”
Seifer pulled away, crossing his arms and offering a tired scowl. “What?”
Irvine took a deep breath and decided to take the direct route. “Look, Seifer. Squall, he… He wants you.” He couldn’t bring himself to be more descriptive, he felt a touch like dying inside, and the images of Squall and Seifer together broke his heart. The smile on Squall’s face made the hurt bearable as he stood there, his face the picture of sincere honesty.
Seifer wasn’t sure what the man meant by the statement. “He wants me to what? Come on Kinneas, I’m tired and I don’t want to play games. Can’t it wait till morning?”
Irvine shook his head and tried again. “He wants you, you think headed ass. In your pants to be more specific.” The words came out angry, a small show of his jealousy. Silenced reigned for long moments before Seifer gave one of the few reactions he had expected; the man burst into laughter.
Clutching his stomach he laughed hard, the only funny thing he’d heard since before the war. “That’s good Kinneas, trying to get me kicked out of here by getting me to fuck things up with puberty boy? Good try.”
Now Irvine was angry, barely contained rage pounded in his brain. Fists clenched tightly he fought to keep himself under control. “It’s no joke Almasy, I assure you it’s very real.”
Seifer watched the anger and jealousy radiate from the sharpshooter and his laughter stopped. He studied the other man for a moment, weighing his options. “You’re wrong Kinneas, Leonhart would sooner battle Ultimeca again than fuck me. Though your humor is getting more and more interesting. Didn’t figure you as one to slander the High Commander you love so much.”
“If you don’t believe me ask him. Hell, make the first move. But I swear to Hyne, if you hurt him in any way, I will be your executioner.”
“How poetic of you Kinneas. I didn’t know you were the romantic type. I’ll take care of the Princess real good for you, don’t you worry.” He turned to leave, strolling leisurely in no real direction.
Irvine raged at the words and their implications. “Do not use this against him or you will regret it Almasy.” The venom in his tone was palpable
He offered a wave behind him, not so much as turning his head to look back at the words. Irvine felt like putting a bullet though the man’s head, fingers twitched, straying beneath his coat, caressing the metal lovingly to soothe his nerves.
Seifer wandered without seeing where he was going. Suddenly he didn’t feel much like sleeping. Unable to get Irvine’s words out of his head, Seifer brooded angrily. Logic told him that the sharpshooter was not joking in any way imaginable, and was even jealous of the situation. Though every fiber of his being screamed that this was some ploy. Squall would never want me. He can’t want me. Not after what I’ve done. No one wants me, no one ever will. They tolerate me at best
Yes my Knight, they don’t love you, only I love you. Only I can show you…
He slammed his fist into the wall drowning out her voice in his head. When the cracking and crumbling stopped her voice was silent, his fist was bleeding, and the wall was worse for the wear. He sighed heavily, leaning his forehead against the cool stone. He hadn't realized just how hot his body was until his skin came into contact with the icy surface.
He wasn't going to bother entertaining the idea that Irvine's notion may be fact, so his mind wandered back to the problem at hand, his talk with the same man in question the very next day.
"Fuck it!" he growled, heading back to kick everyone unceremoniously out of his rooms. On a rampage now he stormed through the empty halls, lucky for everyone else they were asleep. Turning off the wrong direction he keyed in the code to his old dorm. There sat his empty bed, still empty, his old room-mate thankfully gone; out for a reason he didn't care about. Seifer fell into bed, too tired to care about his clothes; he at least had the mind to unstrap his weapon before drifting off.
Panting filled his ears, he closed his eyes tighter at the sound. He felt incredible, he didn't want it to end. It was his voice panting, offering a deep groan of appreciation to the symphony of moans echoing in the room. His eyes flew open at the sound, inches from a sweating brunette, glistening from the light peeking in through the window, the garden lights. He was in Squall's bed? No, his.
"Seifer..." Squall whispered with needy pleasure.
Seifer's body responded before his brain. His hips rocked up into the thigh hole that clenched around his throbbing manhood. He groaned long and low, his partner's name coming out as one long, low breath. "Squall..." His hands gripped slim hips, pulling the man back down onto him, faster and faster, harder and harder.
"Hyne Seifer, yes!" He rested his hands on the solid chest of the Blonde beneath him to keep steady as Seifer's movement's became desperate and erratic. "Fill me Sef, I'm yours my Knight, fill me with you."
Squall's pleading only spurred him on. Seifer pounded into the Commander with everything he had. His eyes closed as he reached his peak, entire body tense. He opened his eyes to survey the perfect body that belonged to him.
She laughed down at him, her nails digging into his flesh, tearing him open. Mind frozen in shocked horror as she reached inside, gripping his intestines in one delicate claw. Leaning down to lick them with a pleased smile she hummed her approval. "Don't fret my pet. I'll let you watch me consume him before I finish you." Squall hung from the wall of D-District prison. The floor beneath him was frigid, a stark contrast to the burning wound in his belly, the pain mounting as his mind caught up with his situation.
He heard a scream of anguished despair, it echoed in the room, a grotesque melody to her laughter. He looked to Squall, desperate to help the brunette, to sooth his pain, but he wasn’t screaming. He only stared back, a cold, hard stare. Determined pride keeping his head up, eyes locked on the blonde’s. His lips parted, tongue licking the dry surface. It was Squall’s lips that moved but her voice he heard.
“I love you Seifer, I won’t ever leave you, and I will never let you leave me…”
Seifer thrashed in the sheets. Squall tried to hold him down, muscles straining against the strength of his friend. He tried to keep the blonde’s hands pinned, to keep him from causing more damage. Long bleeding gashes trailed across his abdomen, like he had tried to tear himself open.
Squall didn’t have much time to acess Seifer’s condition, Dr. Kadowaki rushed in, quickly filling a syringe as she walked. “He won’t respond to any stimulus?” She asked, only have listening as she lifted his eyelids and shone a light into them.
“Nothing.” Squall answered, concern seeping into his voice.
“He did this?” She gestured at the wounds.
“Yes.”

“How long has he been like this?”
“I called as soon as I got here.”
“Sleep won’t work?”
“I’ve tried.”
She tried rousing him naturally before sighing. “Hold him still, I’ll just tear him up more if I can’t get this in right.” She moved closer with the needle.
Very carefully Squall brought Seifer’s arm out and down to straddle it, leaning back against his chest he held the appendage tightly and still. The effort was tiring in his sleep deprived state and he barely was able to hold on until she administered the sedative. Though he’d never look it, Squall was more worn than ever and sick with worry. He was grateful he hadn’t eaten anything on his way back to his rooms when the student stopped him; he didn’t think he could keep it down.
Seifer knew his own scream now, realized the sound came from him. He struggled against her, thrashed, tried to escape her grip, to save Squall. He wouldn’t’ let that happen again, wouldn’t let Squall be pushed to the brink of death by her hands, or anyone’s for that matter. But he couldn’t’ escape. Her hands gripped his wrists and held him down. Pinned beneath her magical strength he could only struggle in pain and fear and she hovered over him.
She leaned down, licking her way along his neck, she smelled of blood, bile, and death. He choked at the scent, forcing himself to quiet the pathetic sounds. Her tongue was cold, sharp, rough as it traced slow patterns down his arm. Reaching the inside of his elbow she turned to grin playfully up at him. Sinking her teeth into the sensitive flesh he screamed again. Poison rushed through him, a toxic blackness birthed from her fangs. She began to suck, drinking deeply from him.
He felt faint; the blackness was closing in, blanketing him in dark, damp oblivion. In that moment he welcomed the end. He turned to look at Squall again, sadness filling him once more for his deceptively fragile friend.
“Squall…”
Seifer’s body began to relax. “Squall….” He breathed, falling completely limp, dropping into unconscious. Squall was mildly shocked before he realized what must have been the content of the dream. He had had such suspicions when he first caught wind of the blonde’s nightmares, but this confirmed his guess.
While Kadowaki fussed about getting people to move Seifer to the infirmary Squall watched the unconscious form. He touched the wounds on his chest, bleeding slowly still. He then reached up, feeling the slight stubble on the man’s chin. He sighed and turned away, waiting for the woman to calm enough to speak to her.
“He needs to be moved fast and before all of the students wake. He’d be angry if anyone saw him like this…” He bent down, steeling himself to lift the weight of the larger man. Managing to hoist him over his shoulder, Squall strained beneath the weight, though he didn’t show it. As calm as ever he headed for the door. “Drape that sheet over him.” He asked quietly, waiting for Seifer to be covered before he took a swift path to the medical wing.
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