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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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Chapter List
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Author’s Note:
I know, it’s so late, I’m super sorry. School is kicking my ass. This chapter is short but I wanted to get something out to you guys as soon as I could. Hope you enjoy! If you do let me know. Happy readers are more likely to make me force more time to write into my schedule.
Chapter 5
A Lion Plays Nurse
No one quite understood why Squall holed himself up in the infirmary with Seifer, well, no one except Irvine. The sharp shooter wasn’t sure what had happened between the two if anything at all, but Squall certainly wasn’t in the mood to talk. Irvine, feeling somewhat guilty over the situation, wasn’t inclined to push. While Quistis took over the majority of Squall’s duties, Irvine kept everyone away from the stoic man.
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As Assistant Headmaster, it wasn’t a strange thing for Quistis to be filling in for Squall, though she felt it odd anyway. It wasn’t like him to take a day off period, yet alone take an extended leave for an unspecified amount of time. She stood up, stretching and turning to stare out the window. From Squall’s office she had a brilliant view of the entrance to garden. She stood for a time, watching students and SeeD go about their daily regimens.

They must think I’m stupid if they think I don’t know what’s going on, it’s obvious. I’ve spent just as much time around Squall as any of the others, even more. They forget that I watched them grow up together, train together, need each other. Squall was just a hollow shell when he was gone, how could they not have seen it?
She had long since abandoned her crush on Squall, preferring to seek somewhere her feeling would be noticed and returned. She actually embraced the idea of the two stubborn men together, thinking there was no one who would be able deal with each individual long enough for any involved to be happy. With a sigh she returned to her work. Rifling through the desk to organize it to her liking, Quistis cracked a smile. Behind the neatly stacked and organized file folders in the bottom left drawer, she found a photo in a simple silver frame. She pulled it out to stare fondly at the two men who had always been like brothers to her. A young teenage squall stood, leaning on Seifer’s gunblade while the older blonde leaned on his shoulder. Squall wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were happy. She knew that happiness on his face that few could see, and she knew the cause. “Poor Irvine, hopefully he’ll be able to get over it.”
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Squall felt particularly frustrated as he watched helplessly. Helplessness was not a feeling he enjoyed. Every pain Seifer felt was his own as he simply sat at watched the man being beaten from the inside. He could guess what the blonde saw. The occasional word, or even more rarely, phrase, would escape in a tone of pained agony. His whispered please for forgiveness, for freedom, for her to stop, not to make him do it. Each whimpering cry hammered harder at the crack forming in his heart.
In his state, Seifer had developed a fever and needed constant sedation to achieve any real rest. He seemed to be stuck, trapped in the world within his head. Squall knew what was going on, the brief phrases and cries of anguish were proof enough that he was reliving the war. Three days he had sat by the blonde’s bed, for three days he tossed, thrashed, clawed at himself until they were forced to tie his hands down.
Squall stroked the shaking hand, flesh pale in his illness Seifer was but a shell of his former glory. Gingerly he touched the perfect skin, lovingly caressing every inch before repeating the methodical and soothing pattern. It was a time before he noticed the eyes on his movements. Intensely embarrassed and startled by those gorgeous eyes he refused to let it show. He continued the pattern he had been drawing for the last few hours, eyes locking on Seifer’s. There was confusion there, sadness, and that ever present cocky spark; but he couldn’t find the revulsion, the disgust, the disinterest he had been expecting, but hoping not to find.
Squall gave a gentle squeeze before pulling away. “Good, you’re awake. How do you feel?” His tone was just as calm and nonchalant as usual, though Seifer could pick out the undertones of worry and concern.
Well, how about that? Kinneas may not have been lying. He cocked his head and gave a grin, “Why Princess, I didn’t know you cared so much.”
Squall’s stomach flipped, hearing that nickname in a much different tone. A deeper, sultry tone while hands tugged his head down and back up, down and back up. Pushing the thought away she sighed, standing with a note of annoyance and a roll of his eyes Squall headed for the door. “I’ll be back with Kadowaki.”
He stopped as a hand reached out to grab his, catching the thin pale wrist in a tight grip. “No.” His voice asking to any listeners, though the strong tone and the squeezing grip was an order to his superior. Squall turned, seeing the look on his friend’s face he stopped. Seifer, testing the waters, pulled the appendage toward him. Squall relented, the power in the grip making his face heat pleasantly. All too soon the blonde relinquished his grip as the Commander took his seat once more.
“Not yet, just a little more rest before the fussing.” He murmured, explaining the unnecessary. Pleased by the brunette’s obedience his grin widens as he closes his eyes. The pale flesh that got him into this mess in the first place rising once again behind closed eyelids. He shook it away quickly, clearing his mind and pulling sleep near.
Squall sat back in his chair, simply watching the rise and fall of the man’s chest before him. He dozed, having gotten little sleep over the course of the ordeal. Opening his eyes slowly at the sound of Seifer’s voice his eyes found his companion’s again.
“It’s been happening since they found me. I don’t sleep. What little I do sleep is filled with the dreams. Nightmares.”
Squall forced down the warring urges within: the urge to jump the injured man, the urge to offer him comfort, the urge to run away and hide, and the urge to push for more. He knew that Seifer was rarely comfortable with sharing as much as he already had, pushing the blonde would only drive him away. As his thoughts strayed, he wondered if his rival knew the effect he had on him. He hand itched to be returned to the tanned skin, to brush through long locks.
It seemed Seifer was okay with the silence, he merely sat, internalizing the situation, observing his companion‘s actions with a curious amusement. His fingers still tingled with the remnants of Squall’s touch. Her felt a possessive fire growing inside; the predatory smirk that crept across his face offered a clue to his musings.
Squall was too busy studying his hands to notice, afraid he’d blurt out his feelings in one long, awkward and jumbled speech if Seifer looked at him that way again. Of course his outward appearance was calm and collected, though pensive as always. He cursed himself for feeling like the inept teenager he so recently had been.
A cough, as Dr. Kadowaki cleared her throat, broke Squall from his reverie. He looked up at her as he stood. Seifer’s eyes never left the brunette as he nodded to the doctor. “I’ll wait outside,” he murmured softly, exiting before any protests could be made. The doctor shook her head, entering and closing the door, noting how Seifer’s eyes stared after the Commander.
“So, it only took you ten years to realize it,” she chuckled to herself, immediately going to work taking vitals, checking his body for any new injuries and changing fluids.
“What?” He growled, half expecting the coming answer.
“Well, he’s only been following you around like a puppy since he was a boy. It was like he was dead when you were gone,” she added quietly, briskly changing bandages.
She spoke no more, and for that, Seifer was grateful. He was no more inclined to share his deeper emotions than Squall was. Once she was finished Dr. Kadowaki headed for the door. “Would you like something to eat?” she offered, knowing little more than fluids had been in his system for days.
He grunted an affirmative.
“Should I send Squall in? He’s still waiting.”
Seifer looked up, confusion etched on his face and he shrugged, following it with a slight nod.
Squall entered and Kadowaki left, her voice could be heard on the phone outside.
Seifer put on a winning smirk. “What’s the matter Princess, you miss me?” he quipped, getting little more than a glance from Squall.
“Yes, I couldn’t wait to be in your crippled presence once more.” He returned in a monotone.
“Ouch, that one hurt.”
They both sat quietly, each enjoying the other’s presence, though neither would admit it aloud.
Why not? He’s gorgeous and has the most fuckable ass I’ve ever seen. But he’s the fucking High Commander. High Prissy-Pants Lionheart, Frozen Prince and pet to his Ice Queen’s dick. Dick, Leonheart’s dick…I bet it’s as perfect as the rest of him. What?! What the hell was that?! Fuck Seifer, fuck! What’s wrong with you? Gah….
“Squall.” The younger man looked up, unconsciously his head tilted to the side in a questioning manner. That did it for Seifer, that gorgeously adorable act had him aching. “Come,” he murmured, his tone dropping lower.
Squall swallowed, noting the husky tone he approached cautiously. Once within arm’s reach Seifer pulled him closer with a growl. The Commander’s grace was the only thing that kept him from falling over as the blonde pulled him down into a demanding kiss. There was no question about Seifer’s intent, tongue licking at surprised lips offering a warning before resorting to force. Squall’s initial reaction was to pull away upon being caught off guard, though he quickly relaxed in the strong grip. His lips parted obediently, tongues clashed just as blades, Seifer fighting to prove his dominance, Squall fighting to prove his passion.
It was quite a time before either pulled away to breath, the room filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breaths. Both men had a bulging ache forming and Seifer was surprised to find as much enjoyment as he had in the simple act. Pushing away the nagging voice that told him he’d never been so turned on before, Seifer pulled his partner down to the bed, sitting up to lean over the man and capture soft lips once more.
One hand held Squall up, the other rested against Seifer’s chest. The bare skin felt magnificent against his own. It took Squall a moment to realize that the rather undignified moan had come from him. Somehow he had gotten further onto the bed. Seifer lay back, hands massaging a rather glorious ass while Squall nearly straddled him. Squall could feel the blonde’s erection and begged that this dream wouldn’t end.
He wasn’t unaccustomed to dreams such as this, many had begun in this very bed they were so familiar with as children. He did what he normally would in this situation. He shifted, raising a leg to straddle the blonde and grinding down against the length beneath him.
“Lionheart,” Seifer panted as he broke the kiss. “I know you’ve been saving yourself for me Princess but sure you wanna start that with Kadowaki in the next room?”
That didn’t sound like something Seifer would say in his dreams. He pulled back, eyes hazed with lust to see the injured man beneath him. Slowly reality began to come back to him as dread formed in his belly. Seifer merely chuckled and pulled the brunette down for another kiss, his own hips bucking up into Squall’s.
“Nice to see you’re feeling better,” came an embarrassed voice from the door.
Squall startled, too embarrassed to move and see the on looking face, pressed his forehead against Seifer’s chest.
“Thanks doc. You can just leave it by the door, I’ll eat I promise.”
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