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~This story is a work of fiction. I claim no ownership of Final Fantasy VIII nor do I claim an affiliation with Square-Enix in any way. This story is for entertainment purposes only and I am making no profit from the writing of it.

~Last
Minute Gifts~

Irvine was
humming again. Humming some goofy ass Holiday
rock opera and if you�ve ever heard him sing in the shower, you know he can�t
carry a tune in a bucket. I was about
five seconds away from lobbing something at the back of his head.

�Do you have to hum the guitar
solo? For fuck�s
sake, Irvine.� I went back to
stringing popcorn in the event that Selphie the
wonder munchkin happened by again. The
only thing I hated worse than Irvine�s
humming was Selphie�s sugary-sweet nagging. Irvine
smiled at me and made some annoying �lead the orchestra� motions with his hand
that ended in a not-so-nice gesture intended just for me.

�You just worry about that popcorn, champ.� He snickered.
Smug bastard.

�I got your champ,
punk.� I mumbled. Hey, I couldn�t think of anything else to
say, sue me. I was tired, I was annoyed
and I wanted Christmas to hurry up and get here so it could hurry up and go the
fuck away.

�Where�s your holiday spirit, anyway? I�ve seen ugly sorceresses with sweeter
smiles than you, sourpuss.�

I rolled my eyes. He
knew where my holiday spirit was. �It�s
hiding behind my disdain for gift giving and making merry.�

Irvine snickered
and wrapped a long string of tinsel around his neck, smoothing a hand down the
curve of his waist. �You don�t like
making merry?�

I turned my attention back to the popcorn and ignored
him. To pay attention to him was to earn
all the taunting you got � which was why I didn�t notice, until it was too
late, that he was headed my way. He
grabbed my wrists and planted that fine ass right in my lap, long legs
stretched out on either side of me and all I could see were those amazing
turquoise eyes so close to mine.

�Scowl all you want, Seifer Almasy, you�re not fooling anyone.�

Leonhart chose that exact moment
to cross the quad, long legs eating up the space between us and he didn�t once
look my way. Irvine�s
teasing smile morphed into Irvine�s
knowing smile and he rocked his hips against mine.

�Ahh, I see where your holiday spirit
is hiding.� He purred and wrapped his
arms around my neck.

�It�s going to be hiding in your ass if you don�t get off my
lap.� I don�t really know what I hoped
to accomplish by saying that. It was
more of an incentive for him to continue than anything else.

�Promises, promises.� He murmured, his cheek sliding against mine
when he craned his neck to look over my shoulder. �Nah, I think it�s hiding in Squall�s leather
pants, what do you think?�

I dumped him off my lap and stood up before he had a chance
to climb back on. �I think you�re an
idiot, that�s what I think.�

I bent to snatch my popcorn string off the ground and headed
to the opposite side of the quad where I could finish my goddamned merrymaking
by myself. Unfortunately, Irvine�s
singing followed me.

�A face of a lover
with a fire in his heart
A man undercover but
you tore me apart
Now I�ve found a real
love, now I�ve found
You�ll never fool me
again��

I flipped him off without turning around and he laughed
again. When I gave in and glanced over
my shoulder, Irvine was lounging on
the floor, spread out on my jacket and singing to himself.

I leaned against the railing and peered over the side. The ground below was moving at such a pace
that I didn�t have time to focus on any one thing and I got caught up in the
game of trying. That�s how he managed to
get close to me without my realizing it.

�Irvine�s
singing getting to you?�

I didn�t even have to turn around. That voice at my back was the only thing that
could make me break out in a sweat without having to move a muscle. He was always so quiet, like it bothered him
to talk. Soft and low
and a little raspy. It drove me
nuts.

�Yeah.�

He nodded, leaning his back against the railing, though he
didn�t look at me. �I didn�t think you
went out for this kind of thing, Almasy.�

Too damn right. I snorted.
�I don�t.�

I saw that little flicker of amusement cross his face. �Then why are you here?�

�I been asking myself that for the past
three hours.�

He ducked his head, messy bangs falling to cover his
eyes. I couldn�t be sure, but I thought
I saw a faint pink tint to his cheeks before he turned his head away. �Irvine
not gonna make it worth your while?�

I looked over at him so fast I almost hurt my neck. One: I
couldn�t believe he�d said that, and two:
I couldn�t believe he�d said that.
Squall Leonhart did not make allusions to sex,
compensatory or otherwise.

�Huh?�

He tensed, the blush spreading down his neck and I didn�t
even get a good look at his face before he was striding away from me, his faint
�never mind� flitting past me like an afterthought.

Great. Juuuuust fucking great.
Squall thought I was porking Irvine. And he�d run off before I�d even had a chance
to laugh at how ridiculous that was. I
buried my face in my hands and groaned.
Why did he keep pretending there was nothing between us? Why did I keep playing along with him? I wallowed in my own misery for a moment,
knowing in the back of my mind that the blessed solitude wasn�t going to last
nearly long enough.

�So. When are you going to tell him?�

I elbowed Irvine
and tossed him my pathetic attempt at decoration. I�d eaten half of it, anyway. �Tell him what, that you don�t like girls?�

Irvine handed me
my coat and, to his credit, didn�t even smirk.
�I doubt that me not liking girls won�t
interest him nearly as much as finding out that you don�t like girls.�

I was already walking away, heading bedward. I�d had just about all the holiday cheer I
could stand. �I like girls plenty. And stop following me.�

He didn�t stop. Just
bent down once to scoop up his hat and cram it back on his head and he was
dogging my footsteps just like Squall used to�before it had ever begun to
matter so much to me.

�Look, Seifer, we�re pals. And you�re screwing this up so badly I feel
like it�s my duty to help you out.� He
paused. �Just a sec.�

I turned around just in time to see him grab some
underclassman in the doorway and plant one on him. The kid just kinda
melted against him and actually staggered when Irvine
let him go. He winked at me as he headed
my way. �Mistletoe.�

I shook my head.
�You�re a shameless harlot, Kinneas.�

He laughed quietly.
�And you�re a great big dumbass. The only one who doesn�t know that you�re
over the moon for Squall Leonhart is Squall Leonhart.�

I stopped walking.
�Could you just get to the punch, here?
I�m tired and I�d like to drag it to bed.�

He gripped my shoulder looked me right in the eyes. I�m probably not the first one to notice how
disconcerting that gaze can be. �The
point is that, as entertaining as it is watching you two tiptoe around each
other, it�s time for you to make a move.
Squall is never going to make the first one, so it�s all up to you.�

I looked away. I
hated the truth, sometimes. �Look, I�ve
thought about it, all right?�

Thought about it, hell. I�ve gotten up in the middle of the night and
actually gone to his room, my resolve as strong as it could get. I always chickened out, though. I never even knocked on his door.

Irvine shook his
head. �That�s your problem � you�re
thinking too much. How can
you know him so well and not know
that he�s crazy about you?�

I looked away, could feel the tips of my ears heating
up. We�re not chicks,
I don�t like talking about this crap. I
didn�t know what to say to that. So I
improvised.

�He thinks we�re fucking.�

It took him a minute, I could tell. Then realization dawned and he sputtered a
little. �What? You and me?!�

I shoved him. Bastard. �No, genius, me and Cid.
Yeah, you and me.�

He blinked once or twice.
Then he laughed. And laughed and
laughed and kept on laughing. I shoved
him again. �Oh, shut up. It�s not that damned funny.�

I started walking again, faster this time, since I was
determined to get as far away from Kinneas as was
humanly possible. I could hear his fancy
little boot heels clicking on the floor behind me as he rushed to catch
up. Apparently, my little anecdote had
stunned him into immobility for a moment.

�Hey, hold up!� He
was still laughing. I hated him
sometimes.

�I�m done with this shit and I�m going to bed, fuck you very
much.�

That just made him laugh harder. I could feel my own fingernails cutting into
the palms of my hands and I tried to think of one good reason why I shouldn�t
knock Irvine right on his skinny
ass.

�Seifer, c�mon, wait.�

I slowed, then stopped. No point in running away. Wasn�t the truth supposed to set you
free? �This is stupid. Can we drop it, please?�

Irvine smiled at
me and it wasn�t until I looked at him that I realized he hadn�t been laughing
at me. Well�not entirely, anyway.

�See? Neither one of
you has any idea how crazy that is.�

I heard him, but it wasn�t so easy
to respond. I was still sulking over the
idea that sex with me was such an amusing prospect. �Oh, yes I do.�

He draped his arm around my
shoulders and bumped my hip with his when he started steering me toward the
dorm hall. �Stop pouting. You�re walking sex and you know it.�

I shot him a look. �Don�t patronize me.�

He hugged me a little. Felt kinda nice,
actually.

�You stubborn
ass. Tell me you�ve ever
considered spending the night with me.�

�All the time.� I responded, not missing a beat.

�Liar.� He returned easily.

I sighed and shrugged his arm
off. Squall wasn�t the only one who
could put up walls.

Irvine
leaned against the wall while I punched in the keycode
to my room. I wonder if he was going to
hang around �til I promised to make Squall my wife. The only thing I hated more than humiliation
was somebody nosing around in my personal life.

�Tell him, Seifer. This is your chance, it�s your moment. Don�t fuck it up.�

I couldn�t think of anything witty
to say to that and it didn�t matter anyway as he was already walking away from
me. It wasn�t enough that he had to know
my secrets � he had to call me a coward, too.

Strange how he
seemed to know which buttons to push.
There were plenty of less than sterling adjectives that could be used to
describe me. But cowardly wasn�t one of
them.

I glanced up at the stat board
that ran a steady stream of information over the hallway�s entrance. About half an hour to midnight. What would Squall Leonhart be doing on Christmas Eve? I figured it was about time I found out.

* * *

When he didn�t answer the door
right away, I almost went back to my room, but just as I took a step back, the
door opened, and there he was. He�d
gotten rid of the leather in favor of baggy sweatpants and a tshirt. I couldn�t even
remember a time when he�d looked better.

�Oh�hey, Seifer.� He
wouldn�t look at me. Obviously he was
still embarrassed about earlier. Hell,
I�d almost forgotten all about it.

�Hey.� I answered.
A couple of wordsmiths, we were not.

�Everything
okay?� He asked, just barely
looking up.

I braced my forearm in the doorway
and leaned over him, thinking that if I crowded him a little, he�d actually look at me. It worked.
When he raised his eyes to mine, there was a steely resolve there �
something I�d come to recognize as his �going to war� face. Uh oh.

I shrugged casually. �Eh, I guess.
Forgot to tell you something earlier, that�s all.�

Squall hugged himself, arms
wrapped around his waist in a purely defensive pose. That kinda hurt �
that he would feel it necessary to put on his armor with me. I thought I was the one person he trusted.

�Well�okay. I was just going to bed. Got a lot to do tomorrow��

Yeah, right. He�d hole up in his room until the very last
minute. Venture out to give his �Happy
Holidays� speech over the intercom, and then back to
the Squallcave he would go.

�Yeah, me too. This won�t take long.�

Squall swallowed. I watched the line of his throat. Distracted, I forgot that he was waiting to
hear what I had to say.

�What is it?� He prompted, rubbing his arms like he was
cold.

�Oh, sorry. Well, it�s just that�Irvine
and I aren�t�, and here I hesitated. For
some reason, I couldn�t seem to get the word out. He looked, for half a second, like he was
going to supply it for me, but I should have known better. ��together. Like that.�

That earned me an instant blush
and he nodded slowly, as though I�d just clarified something he could care less
about, but was determined to be polite and pretend an interest. �Oh.
Yeah, okay.�

He still wasn�t looking at
me. I wanted to tip his chin up, but I
managed to refrain. He wasn�t mine to
touch. Not yet.

�Do you even care why?� I demanded.

He looked up, eyes glinting with
something not too far off from annoyance.
�I�m sure as hell not going to guess.�

�How can you not know?� I asked him.
He had to know. After all this
time�not even Squall was that unobservant.

�I�m not a mind reader, Seifer. If you have
something to say, then say��

That was about all I needed to
hear. Words were lost on Squall � why
did I never remember that?

I leaned in fast and shut him up
the most pleasant way I could come up with and judging from the way his lips
parted for me, he wasn�t about to fight me on it.

Having taken the first step, the
others came so easily that before I could get used to the idea of holding
Squall Leonhart so close against me, his arms were
around my neck and I was lifting him off his feet. His kiss was as urgent as my own and when he
made some small sound against my lips, I drew back to suck some air into my lungs. He was so close that we shared the same
breath and the look on his face was worth even the most painful of possible rejections.

�Is that what you came to tell
me?� He murmured, his lips touching
mine. I held him against me, his feet
still dangling a few inches above the ground.
I liked him like this � he couldn�t go anywhere.

�Yeah.� I answered, brushing my lips over his again.

I could feel his fingers threading
through the back of my hair, his eyes intent on mine. �Took you long enough.�

I kicked the door shut behind us
when he hooked his ankles around the backs of my legs. Maybe Christmas won�t be so bad this year.

~fin
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