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Save Me	By : Seiferlover86 Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Seifer/Squall Views: 972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Devon was pissed and he we trying hard to control his anger and hate as they went back to Devon's room. Devon hadn't said a word to him since they left the cafeteria; the silence was unnerving to Seifer. He knew what would happen. Really, this happened often enough for Seifer; he just expected it. Seifer walked in the room, waiting for whatever Devon was going to say or do to him. He eyed him. Devon looked back.
"Why were you talking to him?" was his first question.
"Uh, I don't know. Were friends," Seifer answered him.
"I said to not talk to him, Seifer," Devon's voice was low and dangerous, something Seifer heard often enough. No matter what he said, he didn't think he could just not talk to Squall, so he was ready to receive anything he would get from Devon for his disobedience.
"I'm sorry." It was all he could think of to say right now. Devon's heated gaze never left him.
"You know, I hate him," he growled. "He's in our business too much..." Devon trialed off thoughtfully for a moment. "Did you say anything to him?"
Seifer shook his head quickly. "No. I haven't said anything to him."
Devon eyed him, not fully believing him. After all, him and Squall were good friends, so he wouldn't be surprised if he said anything to him. "I don't believe you."
"I didn't," Seifer continued to deny accusations.
Devon growled. "Well, I've told you to keep away from him."
"I know."
"I think you like to be punished," he smirked. He walked over to the tall blond, sneering. "How many times do I havta tell ya, do not be around him!" Devon balled his fist and hit Seifer square across the jaw, making him almost hit the floor. His smirked widened when Seifer cried out in pain from his sudden blow. If this was the way to only get through to Seifer, which it appeared to be, then he would gladly do it. He hated him being around the fucktwit all the time. He raised his hand again, striking him in the stomach this time, making Seifer gasp and clutch his stomach.
"Devon," came Seifer's weak gasp. Devon hit hard. He knew this was to be expected, so he took everything without fighting back. Devon was just teaching him s lesson, so Seifer was not saying anything. He deserved this if he wasn't going to listen to his boyfriend, this he knew, so none of what Devon did to him was unexpected; Seifer expected it.
Devon lifted Seifer's face to his. "Get on the bed."
Seifer's eyes widened and he tried to struggle this time. "No."
Devon growled and grabbed his arm. "I said get on the bed, Seifer. I need to show you what happens when you don't listen."
Seifer bit his lip and did as he was told. He lied on the bed and waiting for Devon to do something. "W-what are you going to do?"
Devon simply smirk and made a move towards the blond lying deliciously spread out on his bed. Damn, but Seifer look fucking good. He licked his lips as he eyes looked Seifer up and down. It was time for Seifer to receive his punishment, deliberately disobeying him and all. So, he didn't answer; he just walked up to Seifer and smack his across his face, causing him to cry out loudly. Devon didn't stop there. He worked on Seifer for a bit longer—Seifer was bruised on his stomach by this point.
Seifer didn't know why he did nothing to stop this. He loved Devon—could that be why? He thought that was the reason. If this were anyone else, Seifer would have no problem fighting back. But, this was Devon, his boyfriend, the one he loved. Devon's abuse was always like this, though, well, not as bad. Devon was not always this bad. Now that he really thought about it, it started when he was talking and hanging around with Squall more. Seifer saw the jealousy within him. Devon showed who he really was when he talked to Squall. He really didn't get it, but it happened around when him and Squall were hanging out more. Ever since then, Devon had tried and ordered him to have nothing to do with the brunet.
Seifer knew he should fight back, considering what's happening to him right now, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Devon was all he had; Devon and he both knew this. Devon was always there for him, always payed attention to him. He was the one to show Seifer love-or what he considered loved, anyway. He didn't want to give away the only one that would ever love him. See, Seifer was always ignored, but Devon was the one who didn't ignore him—he noticed him.
"Seifer," Devon moaned when he was seated inside of Seifer's hot, tight heat. Seifer had tears running down his cheeks, but didn't say anything. Devon was going very hard and fast now; Seifer was in a lot of pain. He found it was easier when he would go off into thought when Devon was like this; it helped ease the pain a bit. He didn't prepare this time, and his thrusts were brutal this time.
He had tried to tell Devon no, but that just got him another punch. He knew Devon was doing this to hurt him. Seifer let out a sharp cry when Devon slapped him. "Devon."
"Did I say you could talk?"
He shook his head. He knew he'd have bruises and that he would be limping tomorrow. This wouldn't be the first time Devon did something like this to him, but he thought it best not to fight it. He just wanted it be over with.
Devon stilled and emptied himself inside of Seifer. He rolled off and got himself cleaned up. "You can go back to your room now."
Seifer sniffled and stood up, wincing in pain as he did so. Devon wasn't even looking at him. He got dressed and left without another word.

"Zell, have you seen Seifer?" Squall asked him, having not seen him all day, which was not so unusual, but he was still worried about him.
"Nah, man. I haven't seen him since lunch yesterday."
Squall sighed, annoyed. He had been trying to find him all day; he wanted to talk with him for a little while, considering they haven't done so in a while. Squall was determined to find out what Seifer was hiding. He knew it was something; he was not that dense. From the look in Seifer's eyes as Devon took him away from him, Squall knew more was going on then Seifer led him to believe. Seifer was blatantly lying to him, and he wanted to know why.
Seifer used to always open up to him. Well, that was before Devon showed his face and started dating Seifer. In fact, Seifer seemed more defensive than usual. All Squall wanted to do was figure out what was going on with the blond—he knew it was dammed well something, he just didn't know what. He wanted to get him away from that asshole. Devon was no fucking good for him. He was the reason why Seifer was never around much, and it irked Squall like nothing else.
"You okay?" Zell asked after he finished his mouthful of hotdogs.
"Yeah..."
"Squall, you should talk to him."
"What?" Squall was shocked when Zell said that.
"Look," the martial artist cleared his throat. "Devon's an asshole; we all know it. None of us like him. He's not good for Seifer."
"I know," Squall sighed and ran an agitated hand through his hair. "What am I supposed to do? I can't just say that I want him to stop seeing him."
He nodded. "No, but I'm sure you could get something out of him. I mean, you and Seifer are the closest of all of us," he pointed out.
He was the second person who said that. Squall couldn't argue with that logic. He and Seifer were close, at least until HE showed up.
"I still don't get why Seifer would let that fuckin' moron boss him around," the small blond shook his head. It was so unlike the Seifer they knew. The Seifer they knew would never take orders... from anyone.
"Hn," was all Squall said as he went off into his own thoughts. Maybe he could talk to Seifer, without that asshole of course.
"You care about him, Squall."
Squall only shook his head at that statement, not denying the words his friend spoke.

Squall had decided that he wanted to go to the training center for a bit, release some of the tension that was on him. However, he did not expect Seifer to be in there, which he was, swinging his gunblade, killing things.
"Seifer?"
Seifer tensed up, but released the tension when he saw it was Squall. "Hey."
"What are you doing in here?"
Seifer shrugged. "I came just to have something to do." Well, that wasn't a complete lie.
"Oh..." Squall trialed off. "Seifer?"
"Yeah?" he stopped and looked at Squall. He was still in pain from last night, but he tried his best to hide his pain, especially from Squall.
"Let's talk. I mean, we were interrupted the other day..."
"Okay," he shrugged. They walked over and took a seat. It was silent for a moment. "So... you wanted to talk?"
"Yes," the smaller gunbladist said. "Seifer, is everything alright?"
He blinked. "Um, yeah." He shifted a little, causing pain to shoot up his spine. He hissed without meaning to, causing Squall to be alert.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," he lied. "I've just been training for a while." It wasn't fully a lie, he had been training for a while, but that wasn't the cause for his pain or discomfort. He saw starring at him with his intense eyes. "Really, I'm fine."
"You keep saying that, but that's not true."
"Squall, you're worrying too much," Seifer chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
"Seifer, what's going on with you?" He decided to be blunt with his questions. He really wanted to know what was going on recently.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know... you seem so out of it," the smaller man admitted. "Like, you're not yourself."
"What're talking about? I've haven't been any different." That was a lie; he had been acting differently towards the others lately.
"You have. Seifer, what do you see in Devon?"
Seifer was startled by his question, it took a few moments to answer him. "Well, he's there for me. He... loves me." Though, he honestly wasn't sure if that last part was true.
"Do you love him?" was his next question, a question that had been bothering him lately.
"I-I-" Did Seifer really love Devon? "I don't know—I think so."
Squall sighed. "Why do you let him order you around like that?"
"I don't."
"Look, Squall. There is nothin' goin' on. Okay? He's around me. He gives me attention." Seifer clammed up after he said that and stood up. But, he stood up too hastily and it caused pain to shoot up his back.
"You alright?" he asked worriedly.
Seifer, like usual, just waved off the concern. He looked into Squall's eyes and saw something there; he couldn't quite guess what it was, though. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
The blond nodded. "Yeah. Look, I should probably be getting to my room. I really need to take a shower now," Seifer chuckled, completely forgetting about their conversation.
"Alright," the brunet agreed with a nod. "We'll talk more later?"
Seifer hesitated, then he nodded slowly. "Sure."
"Okay."
"Squall?"
"Hn?"
"Thanks."
Squall blinked a few times, then a slow smile appeared on his face. "No problem." This was an unspoken connection between the two.

"Hey, are you feeling alright?" Squall asked when he spotted Seifer in the halls by their rooms the next day.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I'm still a little sore from working out in the training center," he shrugged his shoulders.
Squall didn't respond, but he didn't think Seifer was in there that long. But, he really had no clue about it. He wasn't in there with him. Something was wrong though, Squall could tell that much, Seifer didn't talk to him much, and that worried him. There was something he was not telling Squall, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. "Why are you holding your arm?"
Seifer quickly removed it and smiled slightly. "Oh, I guessed I worked out harder than I though." Why he kept lying to Squall... he didn't know. He just knew he couldn't tell Squall the truth about what was going on with him. So, he shook his head, trying to tell Squall that he was alright. There was one thing he was wondering though; it was why Squally-boy seemed to care so much about his well-being. Not that he minded, though, at least he knew Squall cared for him, which made him happy.
Still, there was no way he was going to tell Squall what Devon's been doing; it would make him look weak. Seifer didn't ever want Squall to think he was weak. No. That would not happen. He cared too much for Squall's opinion of him, so he didn't want him to think less of him for letting Devon get away with what he did.
"Hey, you seem out of it again," Squall intoned with a concerned look. Seifer had been zoning out often when he was around him, it was just making him more and more concerned for him.
"Yeah. Just thinking again. No big deal," Seifer shrugged nonchalantly as to not give anything away. "So, where's chicken-wuss?" Seifer smirked.
Squall matched his smirk, glad the Seifer seemed to be somewhat like himself. "I don't know. He went off somewhere?" Squall shrugged. "Seifer?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you happy?"
"Didn't you already ask me that before?" Seifer queried.
"Yes. I want an honest answer this time," Squall gave him a look.
"What?" Seifer raised his brows. "I said I guess I was happy."
"I know you're lying to me, Seifer."
"I'm not," Again, he denied the truth.
"Look, Seifer. I can tell when you're lying. Plus, you really don't seem happy."
"I-I-" Seifer really had no way to respond to that, so he remained silent.
"Please?" Seifer had never, not once, heard Squall say please like that before. "Seifer, I know something's going on; I just don't know what." He was trying very, very hard to get Seifer to tell him something, since he himself knew something was wrong. That only problem was, he didn't know what that was.
Again, Seifer let out a chuckle, but this one was hollow. "Squally-boy, I said I'm alright. There's nothin' wrong with me."
Squall was getting made that Seifer wasn't talking to him about it.
"Shit!" Seifer cursed loudly.
"What?" Squall asked, recovering from his shock.
"I just realized I have to get going," Seifer hurriedly told him. Squall noticed panic in his voice.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, Sorry. I just have to be somewhere." Seifer hoped Devon wouldn't be too pissed that he was late. He was supposed to meet Devon in his room later. He knew he would be mad, though, that was inevitable.
"Okay," the brunet said, lowly.
"We'll talk more later. Okay?" Seifer flashed him a smile, Squall couldn't help but smile back, even though he was concerned as to why there would be panic in Seifer tone.
"Sure," the smaller man agreed with a nod of his head. He watched as Seifer ran off to wherever it was he as going, wondering if he'd be alright. But, the tone of his voice left him wondering. Seifer sounded panicked-almost scared? Squall guessed. He shook his head and walked off.
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