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The Last Noctrene	By : WolfessSanu Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Last Noctrene
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The Last Noctrene
Rating~ NC-17

Pairing~ SeiferxSquall

Warnings~ Yaoi, Mpreg, lemon, rape, bondage, angst, and language.

Summary~ Seifer has always dreamt of being a Knight but is torn because he holds no affection for women. After having several strange dreams, Seifer realizes that they are memories with the help of Ifrit.

A tall blonde walked leisurely down the halls of Balamb Garden, his emerald eyes glazed in distraction. Lately, Seifer had been waking up at night in a cold sweat, reaching out for something. Something that he was missing. A scowl marred his handsome features when he noticed a few underclassmen staring at him. They ran off in a hurry, easily intimidated by the towering young man. Seifer often used his height to his advantage but lately he didn�t even need to try. It was as if he was putting off an aggravated aura that affected anyone near him.

�Damn it!� He hissed from behind clenched teeth, falling onto a bench in a rush of grey cloth, his ever present trench coat. He leaned back into the wood, his jade eyes closing. What was it that was frustrating him? Nervous giggling made him open his eyes and glance in that direction. Two girls were whispering excitedly to each other, blushing when they noticed the blonde looking there way. Seifer sighed and closed his eyes again. He wasn�t interested; in fact, the blonde wasn�t interested in women at all. And it was that little fact that severely complicated his Romantic Dream of being a Sorceress� Knight. In the legends, the Knight protected his sorceress but was also her lover. He was too stubborn to give up his dream. That nagging feeling returned and he muttered another curse.

�SEIFER?� Fuijin�s voice made his green eyes snap open in irritation. The silver haired woman was staring at him in concern. The blonde�s demeanor gentled a little at this.

�Yeah, Fu?� He asked.

�CLASS?� She asked in her sharp tone. Seifer blinked and then nodded. She nodded her approval and waited for him to get up so he could join her. The muscular blonde stood easily and followed his red eyed friend to Quistis� class. He sat in the back of the class as usual and leaned back in his chair, his powerful legs propped up onto his desk. The blonde instructor gave him a disapprovingly look but continued her lecture anyways. The sudden bout of sleepiness that struck him was surprising. Seifer had gotten plenty of sleep the night before, maybe it was a sign? Sighing softly, he closed his eyes once more and hoped that he would remember this dream.

Seifer�s lungs burned as he fought to stay surfaced. Churning salt water assaulted him from all angles. His hands broke the surface, reaching desperately for aid. Suddenly a smaller hand clasped his and he was lifted out of the water and into the air. Before the seven year old blonde could see his savior, his surroundings changed.

He was standing in a barren place with dark skies. Something soft brushed against his cheek and his jade eyes lifted to the sky to see large black feathers falling from the stormy clouds.

Pained grey blue eyes closed and a normally soft spoken voice screamed Seifer�s name pleadingly.
�Seifer Almasy! If you want to take the field exam, I suggest you�Seifer? Are you�crying?� Quistis questioned, alarmed at the tears running down the taller blonde�s face. Seifer blinked sleepily, causing fresh tears to track down his face. He scanned the room to find everyone staring at him in awe. Even Raijin and Fuijin were gaping in disbelief. Muttering a soft curse at his wounded ego, the blonde gunblader stood, knocking his chair over in the process.

�If anyone breathes a word about this they�ll be at the business end of Hyperion, understood?� He growled out menacingly. Everyone but his two friends cowered. Relieved that his bad boy image had been restored, Seifer stormed out of the class and went to his dorm to fetch his precious gunblade, Hyperion. He needed to vent some of his frustration. When the tall gunblader reached the Training Center, Raijin and Fuijin were waiting for him. The must have cut class too.

�CRYING. WHY?� Fuijin demanded. The tall dark skinned man beside her nodded.

�Yeah, it�s just not like you, ya know?� He said, rubbing the back of his head almost sheepishly. Seifer growled lowly at his posse.

�Gnat bashing first, talking later.� He insisted. His two companions hesitated and then nodded in agreement. They would rather talk to their blonde friend when he didn�t look like he was about to murder someone. Seifer�s gunblade made a melodic noise as it was unsheathed and the blonde charged into the monster infested part of the Training Center, intent on killing any monster that he came across. A large brown reptile screeched when it spotted the armed man and ran towards him only to be sliced by the sharp gunblade and stung as the bullet joined the attack. The Gnat gave one last cry and fell to the ground, dropping its spoils. Fuijin and Raijin froze. Seifer wasn�t strong enough to kill a Gnat in one hit yet, but here was the beast oozing its green guts onto the ground. Others of the dead beast�s kind came running to the call of one of their own, intent on destroying the human that had killed it. The blonde easily got rid of them, simply smirking at how well he was doing today. A distinct roar echoed through the Training Center and a T-rexar lumbered towards the smell of deceased corpses, wanting to eat the rich smelling carcasses.

�SEIFER! RUN!� Fuijin yelled. The blonde was finishing off the last Gnat when the huge prehistoric beast spotted him. It roared and charged at the gunblader. Seifer turned at this and frowned at the running beast. Right when he was about to make the logical choice of retreating, the fresh memory of the sharp pleading cry resurfaced and Seifer growled lowly in his throat. An overwhelming protective urge rushed through him. This animal was a threat to someone dear and important to him. He had to get rid of it! His friends cried out when the blonde took off at a dead run towards the T-rexar.

�What is he thinking?! He�s going to die, ya know?!� Raijin cried, gripping his weapon. Hyperion began to glow a red hue right before the blade plunged into the beast�s chest. The monster roared and thrashed about a few times before falling to the ground in a thunderous crash. Seifer blinked his jade eyes in shock, the primal instinct fading and his rage gone. He tugged his gunblade out of the bloody cavity, the red glow fading. What did I just do? Seifer thought in amazement, staring at the blood coating Hyperion. Fuijin and Raijin rushed over to him and began checking him over for injuries. They were only minor and were closed over by a few well-placed Potions.

�IDIOT!� Fuijin spat out, slapping Seifer firmly across the face and then kicked Raijin for not trying to stop the blonde earlier. Raijin began to hop around in pain and Seifer hung his head, confused. His posse stopped their antics and stared at their tall companion.

�You�ve been acting weird, ya know. What�s wrong, ya know?� Raijin asked, concerned. Seifer�s emerald eyes darted briefly to them and then returned to the ground.

�I had a weird dream in Quistis� class. Someone is�calling me. Someone that I want�need to protect. Someone who is very important to me. But�I can�t remember who!� He stated, his features twisting in frustration. His friends exchanged glances.

�If this person is so important to you then you should be able to remember them, ya know?� Raijin said. Fuijin nodded.

�I know.� Seifer said with a frown. Then his eyes widened slightly when he remembered another element of his dream.

�Do we know anyone with grey-blue eyes?� He demanded.

�WHAT?� Fuijin asked curtly.

�Grey-blue eyes. Eyes like a storm?� Seifer asked. Raijin raised an eyebrow at this.

�Eyes like a storm? Sounds like you�re in love, ya know.� The dark skinned man declared. Seifer�s eyes closed in defeat. If they couldn�t remember and he couldn�t remember, then how was he going to find this person with the beautiful eyes? It was as if someone had reached into his mind and tore the memories away. Maybe if he slept again then he would know more. The sharp tap of boots approached them and Quistis halted, her blue eyes widening when she spotted the fallen T-rexar. She ran to them.

�What happened? Who�?� Her eyes scanned their weapons and found that Seifer�s gunblade was the only soiled weapon.

�You beat all of these monsters alone?� Quistis asked in disbelief. When Seifer merely nodded instead of gloating, the instructor knew it was true. It wasn�t like the cocky gunblader to pass up an opportunity to brag. She straightened, deciding that she would question him later.

�I have come to take you to the Fire Caverns for the field exam.� The blonde instructor told Seifer. The tall gunblader nodded again and followed Quistis, leaving his baffled companions behind. The trip to the Fire Caverns was made in silence. When they reached the mouth of the cave Quistis turned to look at the distracted blonde.

�Your mission is to obtain the GF in this cavern and return here in twenty minutes. Do you understand?� She asked. He nodded distantly.

�Seifer.� He looked at her.

�Be careful.� She told him. He scowled and entered the cave, his blood stained Hyperion clutched in one hand. Blasts of hot air assailed his face and he glared at the minor monsters that inhabited the caves. For some strange reason, the monsters here didn�t approach him for battle. Frowning, the blonde reached the end of the cave, the lava stinging his tanned skin. His approach was noticed by the fire guardian and the great beast jumped from the lava, his necklaces jingling. His long claws cut deeply into the stone as he stared at the human he had been expecting for years. Seifer readied his gunblade and Ifrit snorted.

You plan to fight me? Is your mind so feeble that you cannot remember your destiny, Knight? The fire guardian rumbled. Seifer lowered his weapon slightly.

�What are you talking about?� He demanded. Ifrit approached the blonde, his powerful muscles flexing with each movement.

You truly don�t remember? How could you forget your intended? The fire beast questioned softly. Seifer froze, the grey eyes from his dream flashing across his mind.

Ah, you do remember something. Ifrit said in his deep voice.

�Grey-blue eyes.� Seifer murmured softly. The guardian chuckled.

It isn�t surprising that you would remember his eyes first. Your Noctrene has one of the most amazing pair of eyes I�ve even seen. He told the blonde. The sheer confusion displayed on the gunblader�s face let Ifrit make his decision.

Junction with me. He demanded. Seifer narrowed his emerald eyes, not particularly liking the idea of sharing his mind with this beast, but nodded and opened his mind to the creature of fire. Ifrit disappeared and Seifer was drawn into darkness, falling to the hot stone.
Seifer�s lungs burned as he fought to stay surfaced. His weak body was flailing only slightly now. The boy knew that swimming during a storm was dangerous. But he had done it anyway. He reached up desperately and a small hand clasped his, tugging him out of the dark waters that seemed intent on swallowing him. He blinked his burning green eyes in shock when he realized he was hanging above the churning water. A boy was holding his hand steadfastly; his grey eyes so much like the storm around them were narrowed in concentration. What surprised the blonde boy more than the dark haired boy�s pretty looks were the black wings adorning the other�s back. They flapped powerfully and Seifer was returned to the wet sand. He coughed harshly, trying to clear the salt water from his small lungs. A cold hand was hesitantly placed on the blonde�s back and Seifer�s eyes snapped to the other boy when the pain suddenly vanished, finding the retreating hand to be glowing a soft blue. The dark haired boy looked down in shame, his long bangs covering his face. Thunder rumbled, reminding the older boy that they weren�t safe. Seifer reached for the other boy�s hand and dragged the smaller boy behind him to the fishing shack that was on higher land. It was a little warmer inside, protected from the howling wind that beat against the little glass window of the shack. The blonde turned to his shivering companion and smiled warmly at the insecurity shown in the boy�s eyes.

�Thank yoo for savin� me.� Seifer told the shocked boy in his slightly slurred voice that only a seven year old could have. The boy blinked his eyes. Seifer blinked as well and leaned closer to look at the other boy�s eyes. He had thought they were only grey, but looking closer, the orbs were both deep blue and slate grey, creating an amazing shifting color. The boy�s long chocolate hair was matted to his face, his wings moving slightly in discomfort at being scrutinized. The boy was only wearing a pair of ragged shorts. Seifer had never known that anyone would be so pretty.

�Yoo�re bootiful,� Seifer assessed, grinning cheekily. The other boy�s cheeks flushed red and his face lowered in shyness. The blonde realized that he didn�t know the other boy�s name.

�My name is Seifer. What�s yoors?� He asked. The other boy�s voice was nearly drowned out by the loud wind.

�Squall.� The dark haired boy answered. Seifer grinned but was immediately distracted by the brunette�s wings.

�I like yoor wings. Can I touch them?� Grey-blue eyes widened at this.

�Yoo like them?� He asked in confusion and the blonde nodded vigorously.

�Yes, they�re pwetty.� Seifer answered, his fingers almost itching to touch them. Squall was surprised.

�Yoo don�t think I�m a fweak?� The brunette asked.

�Why would I think that? Yoor bootiful, nice, and yoo saved my life. Yoor the best person I know!� Seifer declared indignantly. Squall blushed at this and moved close to the blonde so the older boy could touch his jet black wings. Seifer reached out with one hand and stroked the feathers, marveling at their softness. Squall shivered and looked up at the older boy through his wet bangs. Realization hit the blonde.

�Hey! Are yoo a sorceress?� He asked naively, not knowing better in his tender age. Not knowing better either, the brunette nodded, not knowing a better term that described what he was. The blonde�s jade eyes widened.

�Do yoo have a Knight?� He asked eagerly. Squall�s face took on an adorable curious pout.

�What�s a kwight?� The brunette asked softly. Seifer beamed.

�A knight is someone who is with yoo always and protects yoo!� The blonde answered, confident that he was right even though that wasn�t even half of it. Squall�s eyes brightened with interest and a small smile graced his pretty face.

�Yoo want to be my kwight?� He asked gently.

�Yes, I�ll be yoor knight.� Seifer promised. Squall frowned and was about to tell Seifer that he didn�t know how to make the blonde boy a knight when the window lost its battle against the wind. Glass shards whirled dangerously and struck both boys across the face, a mirror image of each other. Blood, glass, and black feathers whipped around the fishing shack that�s planks were being torn off in the harsh wind. Seifer tried to anchor himself and he reached for Squall, the smaller boy�s wings making him helpless against the wind.

�Squall!� Seifer yelled, catching the boy�s smaller hand in his. Their blood streamed freely in the wind and mixed. Their connected hands glowed brightly for a brief moment before Squall was torn away into the approaching hurricane. Seifer�s hand held a red glow and it faded just as the blonde let out a despaired cry that was swallowed by the wind.
Seifer inhaled a sharp breath, surprised at the hot air hitting him so suddenly.

�Squall?� He rasped, reaching to his scar to find his hand glowing an intense red. The blonde cursed himself for not remembering the small brunette. Furious growls were rumbling near him and the gunblader turned his head to the side, shocked to see the fire guardian standing over him protectively. Quistis was trying to coax the GF into backing down.

�Please! It�s been hours since he�s been out, let me take him back to Garden!� She yelled at Ifrit. He snarled.

Leave him be, mortal. The guardian insisted. Seifer reached for his gunblade and stood, attracting the attention of his instructor and his new guardian.

�Seifer! Tell Ifrit to back down.� The muscular blonde paused and looked down at his hand. The glow had faded, leaving a new marking on the back of his hand. It was his firecross symbol, the symbol that adorned both sleeves of his trench coat. His jade eyes moved to his instructor to his guardian.

�Quisty�I�m leaving Garden.� He told her. Quistis gasped and stared at the blonde gunblader.

�But�the SeeD exam is tomorrow!� She insisted, confident that the statement would make Seifer stay.

�I don�t care. There is someone I need to find. Ifrit, we have a lot of shit to discuss, privately.� He told the creature of fire. Ifrit nodded in satisfaction and disappeared to his place inside the blonde�s head. Quistis was frozen in place by the intense expression Seifer was wearing. Anger, longing, and frustration were all apparent there.

�Seifer�?� She murmured only to receive a stern look and Seifer strode past her without looking back once. He left the Fire Caverns and went to Balamb to board the train to Timber. Once seated, the blonde finally spoke to the fire guardian in his mind.

�What is this, Ifrit? I�m very�confused.� He admitted, speaking so softly so that no one could hear him.

I am also baffled by your not remembering the young Noctrene. A Noctrene is the male version of a sorceress. Squall is the last one. Ifrit told him, his baritone voice echoing in the head.

�The last one?� Seifer questioned. That must be so lonely� He thought.

The Noctrene were hunted down because of their extraordinary powers and the fact that they could reproduce. The creature of fire said. Seifer�s emerald eyes widened.

�Squall can bear children?� He asked in awe. He felt Ifrit nodding in his mind. Seifer sighed when the train grew too full to speak to his guardian. Squall was the last one? And he could get pregnant? The blonde felt himself bristle protectively. He didn�t like women and now he was feeling all these new things for the pretty brunette. Could it be that he liked men? No, not just men, but just Squall? He wanted to be the person that was there for Squall, the person that fathered his children. Seifer groaned and Ifrit chuckled at his thoughts. Could he be falling for the brunette? His eyes scanned the people around him.

Shiva�s screams are growing louder; we must be going the right way. Ifrit told the blonde grimly. Seifer blinked in surprise at the mention of the Ice goddess.

She is Squall�s guardian. She feels his pain. The Noctrene must be in danger. Shiva has been crying out in pain for years. You sure do take your time� Ifrit explained. Seifer growled, attracting the attention of a few people.

�And why didn�t you tell me this before?� Seifer said lowly.

You knew he was in trouble. The fire creature told him. The blonde was about to protest but then he remembered the desperate cry that aided him in killing the T-rexar. A sudden loud slap made Seifer start and he looked in the direction the sound came from. A small girl in a yellow dress was glaring up at a brown haired cowboy.

�I can�t believe you, Irvine! Is that why we�re going to Timber? I�m okay with looking at the magazines but actually doing it? No way!� The petite girl fumed. The cowboy called Irvine sweatdropped.

�But sweetie pie!� He protested. She stamped her foot.

�Don�t you sweetie pie me! Get out of my sight before I get my numchucku!� She raged. The cowboy emitted a startled yelp and ran to the next car. The girl in the yellow dress took the seat next to Seifer and promptly burst into tears.

�And I thought it was going so well! That perverted jerk!� She sobbed. The blonde�s face contorted in an uncomfortable expression as he looked at the distraught girl. She noticed this and snapped her critical gaze to him only to gawk.

�Hey! That scar!� Then she looked pissed and smacked the confused blonde across the face. �Why am I surrounded by perverted men?� Seifer rubbed his cheek.

�Do you make a habit out of slapping unexpecting men? What about my scar?� He questioned. The petite girl flushed in embarrassment.

�You mean you don�t know? I thought you got that scar as a fetish from a magazine.� The girl told him.

I have a bad feeling about this, master. Ifrit told Seifer, surprising the gunblader. The baritone voice was almost timid. The blonde�s eyes widened as a piece of the puzzle snapped into place. Squall was the only one with a scar like his.

�What magazine?� Seifer asked with an expression that made the girl back off in fear.

�Heh�heh� maybe I should go�� She squeaked when Seifer restrained her, glaring down at her with a look that demanded answers. She said the first thing that came to her mind.

�Irvine has it! Ouch!� She cried out as the strong gunblader dragged her to the car that the cowboy disappeared to. Irvine was in the private car. Good, no interruptions, Seifer thought grimly.

�Selphie? What have you gotten yourself into this time? Hey!� Selphie and the cowboy were thrown into the chair and Seifer towered over them. He leaned over Irvine with a cruel smirk.

�Okay, you sick fucker. The bipolar girl told me that you had a magazine. Hand it over.� He growled out. Irvine was about to ask �which one?� when Selphie elbowed him sharply, hissing out �scar�. The man�s violet eyes flickered to Seifer�s scar and he nodded, reaching for his duffle bag and pulling out a wrapped up magazine. The blonde snatched it up and stormed away, intent on looking at the magazine by himself. He found an empty compartment and plopped down, tearing the paper away. The title shocked him. AngelRape, he mouthed, gripping the magazine tightly. The glossy cover only had that scrawled across it in red lettering. Ifrit shifted uncomfortably in the blonde�s mind, knowing that trouble was on the way. Seifer turned the page. The first thing that struck him was the beauty of the lithe brunette and then the expression on the Noctrene�s came second. Pain, agony, and embarrassment. Squall was on his hands and knees with a nameless man pulling his head back by his chocolate bangs, forcing him to look at the camera. There was a heavy Odine bangle latched around his neck to prevent his powers from being used. Seifer was unaware of the constant snarl he was emitting as he turned the page. The next page seemed to be a continuation of the first page. The brunette was completely nude now, only wearing the Odine bangle, seemingly screaming as the man entered him, using his delicate wings as leverage and tearing black feathers from them in the process. Seifer began rapidly turning the pages. The rape went on. Another man had joined the first, forcing Squall to suck him off, making sure to leave his fingers in the fragile man�s mouth so the brunette wouldn�t bite him. Blood was coating the shaft of the man that was riding Squall, wearing no protection. The last picture pushed the blonde over the edge and the magazine burst into flames. They had broken Squall�s beautiful wings. His hand was glowing an intense red, his firecross symbol burning.

�I�m going to kill them all�� Seifer growled out.

Calm down, Master. How are you certain that it was unwilling? The fire creature asked. The glow crept up the gunblader�s arm as his rage grew.

�How DARE you even suggest that!� Seifer screamed. Squall�s expressions of pain were pure and his member had been flaccid the entire time, proof that it was unwanted and he had received no pleasure from it.

Forgive me. I was merely pointing out another point of view.

�Screw that point of view. It�s wrong!� Seifer�s blood chilled when he remembered a small detail from the pictures.

�They weren�t wearing any protection,� he murmured. The glow settled in his firecross symbol. That meant that Squall could already be� Ifrit bristled.

We must hurry! Get the information from Irvine so we know his location. The guardian force was worried and tense. The blonde nodded and went back to the car where Irvine and Selphie were. They stiffened at his arrival.

�Where is he?� Seifer asked.

�Where�s my magazine?� Irvine asked stupidly only to gag as Seifer wrapped a firm hand around his throat. The blonde squeezed.

�I�ll ask you one more time�where can I find Squall?� He demanded. The decision may have been made because he knew the name of the person in the magazine or the fact that he was crushing Irvine�s windpipe. The gunblader liked to think it was the latter. Irvine fished a business card from his brown duster and held it out to the older man. Seifer took it and let the gasping cowboy go. His jade eyes scanned the small text. It was in the slums of Timber, figures. Selphie was staring at him warily as he pocketed the card.

�Why are you so angry? Is he your lover or something?� The girl asked. He was about to shake his head but thought about it, then nodded. A knight was a lover too. Irvine took on a sympathetic look.

�Aw, man. Look, I�m sorry. It must be hard for you.� He said. Seifer glared.

�Hard for me? Did you really think he was just acting? Or that his wings were fake?� He demanded. The train�s whistle blew and he left the pair with stupefied expressions on their faces. Serves them right, he thought savagely.

Have you thought of a plan to rescue the Noctrene? Ifrit asked. Seifer scowled and stopped to stock up on Hi-Potions and GF-Potions. This made Ifrit sweatdrop.

You just plan on busting in there and taking Squall by force? The GF questioned. Seifer smirked.

�Bingo. And you forget, they are the ones taking Squall by force.� He told his guardian with a glare. Ifrit remained silent. There was no arguing against that and the GF was beginning to share his Master�s lust for revenge. Seifer walked casually down the street of Timber, heading for the slums. Many thought Timber was a quiet little town. Well, Seifer thought as he pulled his gunblade, I�m about to meet its ugly side. The slums were where the renegades of life dwelled. The roads were dirty and smelled like sex and drugs. It didn�t help that it was dark outside now. He walked past all of the lowlifes until he reached a building that had �AR� sprayed on it by graffiti. This is it, he told Ifrit and barged in while summoning the fire beast. The GF appeared and promptly attacked the people nearest to it and Seifer began firing and slashing people with Hyperion. People screamed and some fought back but they were no match for a well-equipped gunblader and a furious guardian force. The blonde�s eyes scanned the building, hearing muffled cried from the back rooms. Seifer growled and rushed towards the sounds, barging into the room. The man was still fully sheathed in the bound and blinded brunette. He stopped his thrusts and was about to tell the blonde gunblader to leave when Seifer pulled the trigger of Hyperion. A bullet buried itself in the man�s head and the dead body fell backwards, leaving Squall�s body with a harsh �pop�. The brunette moaned and cried out in pain, most likely terrified at this turn of events. Seifer turned to Ifrit.

�Get the rest of them,� he ordered and the GF left to make sure no one had escaped. The blonde turned to the trembling and bloody brunette, his emerald eyes gentling. He uncorked a Hi-Potion and shoved the dead body off of the bed so he could sit next to Squall. The brunette was panting heavily as Seifer reached up and untied the blindfold. The heavy cloth fell away and Squall opened his grey-blue eyes to look at Seifer. His eyes widened and his dry lips mouthed the blonde�s name. Seifer smiled warmly and offered the Hi-Potion to Squall�s parched lips so it would heal his wounds and mend his wings. The gunblader put the empty vial aside and unbound Squall�s hands only to be wrapped in the thin arms greedily. Seifer looked down at the lithe man in surprise and noticed tears leaking from his eyes.

�It�s okay now, Squall. I got you.� He promised and unlatched the Odine bangle. Power flooded the room for a brief moment before settling into the brunette. Squall lifted his head and offered Seifer a genuine smile.

�You�re still bootiful.� Seifer told him, referring back to the time they met.

�Sei�Fer�� Squall whispered, going limp against his Knight suddenly.

�Squall?� The blonde questioned, holding the brunette close to him. The dark wings fluttered in discomfort but the lithe man did not wake up. Seifer looked around for clothing but saw nothing. Ifrit returned just as he laid his trench coat over Squall.

I found a few stragglers. The fire demon reported. Selphie and Irvine peered around the guardian sheepishly. Seifer glared and stood over Squall possessively.

�What do you want?� He asked harshly. Selphie�s green eyes widened in awe.

�You weren�t lying�he does have wings. We�re here to help!� She volunteered happily. Seifer�s eyes narrowed.

�Why would I need your help?� The blonde demanded.

�Don�t you need a place to stay?� She questioned. Seifer looked down at his precious Noctrene and then nodded. It wouldn�t do to bring Squall back to Balamb Garden.

�Good! Plus, I�ve studied Noctrene so I will know how to take care of him! We have a car ready outside, we better hurry before someone steals it!� She prompted and rushed off. Seifer unsummoned Ifrit and gently picked up the lithe man. He glared at Irvine.

�Even one wrong look from you and I�ll slice your cock off. Understood?� He growled. Irvine yelped and ran off after his girlfriend. The blonde carried Squall awkwardly to the car and sat down, pulling Squall into his lap so the brunette�s head was resting against his chest. He stared down at his Noctrene tenderly. The car ride was relatively uneventful unless you counted Selphie�s happy chatter or Irvine�s moping. They drove to the outskirts of Timber and stopped at a two story house.

�You must have had a long day. Why don�t you take your angel upstairs to the guest room and rest?� Seifer scoffed at this. The woman may be small but she had more orders in her than a drill sergeant. He sighed and carried his Noctrene into the house and laid him in the bed of the guest room. Seifer smiled and stroked Squall�s cheek. He finally had the boy back. He hesitantly joined Squall in bed and fell asleep to the breathing of his beloved.
It was the middle of the night when Seifer awoke to light kisses being planted on his chest.

�Squall? What are you doing?� The blonde asked in concern. Squall raised his head up to stare at Seifer with a blush, straddling the taller man�s boxer clad hips.

�Seifer�please take me.� Squall pleaded.

�No! Not so soon after�Squall?� The brunette had tears in his eyes.

�Please, Seifer. I need you.� He whispered in his melodic voice. Seifer reached up and cupped the brunette�s fey face.

�Why?� The gunblader asked gently. Squall smiled sadly and took the blonde�s hands from his face to lower them until they rested on his abdomen lightly.

�A small life will be created tonight. I want it to be yours�not his. I love you, Seifer. I�ve loved you ever since I saved you from�� Seifer placed a finger on the Noctrene�s lips.

�I love you too. I�ll protect you forever, even if the baby isn�t mine.�

�Then you will?� Squall questioned. Seifer nodded and ran gentle fingers along Squall�s sensitive wings, causing the younger man to shudder.

�Yes, I will. I�ll make it perfect, hun,� the blonde promised. Squall gave his Knight a gentle smile and Seifer leaned up to give his Noctrene a kiss. Squall sighed and opened his mouth to allow the taller man�s tongue entrance. The brunette was slightly scared but he wanted to be selfish just this once. He was glad that Seifer had gave into his needs before he had gotten too scared to go on. Gentle hands ran down the curve of Squall�s spine, running along it until soft fingers dipped into the valley of his buttocks. A lean digit probed his tender entrance and sank into the brunette�s heat. Dark wings shifted at this, pushing him closer to the muscular man that was kissing him passionately. After a short while, the finger in him felt nice and Squall pushed the blonde�s boxers down enough so that Seifer�s cock was exposed. Lean fingers wrapped hesitantly around the gunblader�s shaft and Seifer groaned, his greedy lips leaving the Noctrene�s swollen ones to attack the pale expanse of Squall�s neck.

�Patience, I have to stretch you.� He whispered. The blonde added a second finger to the first, his other hand taking Squall�s smaller one from his weeping member. Their fingers twined and the tangled appendages began glowing. Red and blue. Fire and ice.

�Our bond�� Squall murmured and then cried out in pleasure as the fingers struck something inside of him. Sex had never felt good to him and he was surprised that it did with Seifer. No, it wasn�t sex�they were making love. Seifer removed his fingers from Squall�s channel and placed it on the brunette�s hip to steady him.

�Now, Squall. We�re ready.� He hissed out, their intertwined hands glowing brighter. The smaller man positioned himself above the older man�s hips and sank down slowly. It didn�t hurt�He thought in shock. Squall shifted his weight experimentally, his wings enfolding slightly at the feeling. It felt�good. The brunette threw back his head in a silent scream when Seifer bucked his hips.

�Hyne Squall�so good...� The blonde husked. Squall twined his other hand with Seifer�s so they were pinned to the mattress at either side of the knight�s head. Their pace was slow and steady at first but then progressed into a frenzied carnal rhythm. They moved together as one, not noticing that their hands were glowing a solid purple now. A firm thrust sent Squall over the edge and he screamed Seifer�s name, spilling his thick seed all over his own chest and the blonde�s taut stomach. Seeing his beloved orgasm made the other man follow right behind. Seifer�s cum flooded Squall�s passage as he groaned the brunette�s name. The lithe man collapsed onto Seifer�s sweaty chest, completely spent. Seifer smiled gently and rubbed the place where the wings merged into the smaller man�s back, lulling them both to sleep.
Seifer woke up to an empty bed the next morning and promptly panicked.

�Squall?� He yelled, pulling on his boxers to search for his Noctrene. He went downstairs and found his lover at the breakfast table with his head down. He was wearing a pair of navy sweat pants and Selphie was trying to coax him into eating some honeyed oatmeal.

�Come on, sweetie. Maybe you can keep this down?� The yellow clad girl asked. Squall buried his head into his arms and his dark wings folded around him protectively as he moaned. Selphie pouted sympathetically and then she spotted Seifer. She took his arm and led him into another room.

�Squall is really sick. He threw up after eating this morning. How could you have sex with a sick person?� Selphie demanded, looking like she was about to deliver her Smack of Doom. Obviously the couple had heard them last night. Seifer rolled his jade eyes.

�You are a woman. I thought all women were able to tell Morning sickness when they saw it.� He muttered, glaring down at her. Her eyes widened.

�He�s�?� She was cut off when talking came from the next room.

�C�mon, sugar! Down the hatch! Here comes the airahhh!� They rushed into the room and immediately began laughing. A frozen Irvine stood next to the moping brunette armed with a frosty spoon.

�Irvine sickle! Maybe I should keep you that way for treating a man like a baby!� Selphie gasped out, pointing at the frozen man. She turned to Seifer with a malicious expression.

�Speaking of babies, I hope he gives you Hell.�
The next few months were tough for Seifer. He had to watch his attitude constantly around the moody magic caster because he didn�t want to end up like Irvine, who had been defrosted only a few days earlier. Selphie was a very evil woman. The brunette had constant mood swings, crying one minute, glaring the next. But the blonde�s love for the Noctrene kept growing despite all of the hardships as the pregnancy term neared its close.

Seifer sat outside of the bathroom where Squall was taking a bath, thinking back on the highlights of the pregnancy.

�Seifer!� Squall called and the blonde rushed to their bedroom to find the brunette holding the slight bump that was proof of the life growing within him.

�What is it? It�s not time is it?� Seifer demanded, a little frantic. Squall smiled, something that was especially rare since the term began.

�Come here�� He coaxed, holding out his marked hand to Seifer, the one with Griever on it. The blonde hesitated before taking his lover�s hand. It was placed on Squall�s stomach and silence followed. After awhile, something pushed at Seifer�s hand from within the Noctrene. Emerald eyes widened.

�It�s moving�?� He questioned. Squall nodded, his grey-blue eyes warm. The blonde leaned down and kissed the brunette.
Squall called to Seifer, coaxing the blonde out of his slumber. Jade eyes opened to see a very embarrassed Squall staring down at him.

�What is it, sweetheart?� The gunblader asked groggily. Squall blushed.

�Can you�get me something?� He asked softly. Seifer checked the clock. It was two in the morning.

�Right now?� The blonde questioned. Squall nodded.

�Okay�what do you want?� He knight asked.

�A peanut butter pickle sandwich,� the brunette told him with flushed cheeks. Seifer�s eyes widened.

�A what?� He asked in disbelief. The brunette repeated his request and Seifer mentally smacked his forehead. That�s right�weird cravings were part of the pregnancy. Squall was staring at him tensely.

�Coming right up.�
�Seifer? Can I talk to you?� The lithe man asked. Seifer nodded and joined the winged man in their bedroom. He sat down on the bed with Squall.

�What is it?� The blonde asked. The brunette laid his head on Seifer�s chest as the blonde stroked the black wings of his lover.

�I�m sorry for putting you through all of this�I love you so much but I can�t seem to control myself. I may be putting you through all of this and the baby may not even be yours�� Seifer held the Noctrene to him.

�It�s alright. I�ll still love you and I�ll love the baby. It�s still yours. Even if it isn�t mine, it will still be part of you. And I love all of you.� He whispered. Squall clung to him as he started to cry. That was the night that they made love for the second time.
Seifer sighed gently and leaned back against the wall. A soft pained moan made the blonde snap to attention.

�Squall?� No answer. He opened the door a little.

�Squall?� He asked again.

�Sei�Fer�� Squall moaned and the knight burst in, finding his lover writhing in pain in the bathtub. Blood was tinting the water pink. The chocolate haired boy reached a hand to Seifer and their hands twined together, glowing a deep purple.

�Stay with me�?� Squall forced out. Seifer nodded and kissed his Noctrene�s symbol. The brunette gave a shaky smile and then closed his eyes in pain.

�SELPHIE!� Seifer yelled frantically. He couldn�t take Squall to a hospital so damned if he didn�t have a woman around. The energetic girl ran into the bathroom and gasped.

�Oh, no! Squall!� She got into the tub and spread the man�s legs so she could sit between them.

�Do you know what to do?� Seifer demanded.

�No�But I�ve been taught by a midwife, so that should help a little. I know in Noctrene studies that the baby comes out of the rectum,� she answered.

�It comes out of the�!! How!?� The blonde demanded frantically. The normally quiet man let out a piercing scream.

�Lots of�pain�� Selphie answered with a forced smile. Ouch� Seifer�s face took on a desperate look.

�Is there anything I can do?� He asked, staring down at his thrashing lover.

�Hold him so he doesn�t break his wings or hit his head!� Selphie cried out, trying to still Squall�s pained movements as Seifer climbed into the tub. He carefully folded the brunette�s wet wings so he could sit behind him and his strong arms wrapped around the smaller man�s swollen stomach. He nuzzled the soaked hair of his beloved and whispered encouraging words in his ear.

�It�s okay now, Squall. I got you.� Seifer told the Noctrene, repeating his words that he used when he first rescued his lover. They both began glowing a steady purple and Squall relaxed. Selphie squealed excitedly.

�It�s coming! I see a head!� She smiled.

�Then do something about it!� Seifer retorted in a panicked tone. Selphie smiled and pressed Squall�s quivering thighs to speed up the process. Squall moaned and forced himself to relax. A wet �slop� sounded and Selphie gave a fangirl scream.

�It�s a girl!� She cried. Seifer�s face scrunched up in concern.

�Why isn�t she crying?� He asked, kissing his exhausted lover�s shoulder.

�It was a healthy, natural birth so all she needed to do was take in a gasp of breath.� Selphie explained, taking a pair of surgical scissors and cutting the umbilical cord, which disappeared into nothing. She handed the baby girl to Squall. It was a tiny little being with a tuff of dark drown hair and she opened her bright green eyes to stare at the two men.

�She�s yours�� Squall whispered, referring to the girl�s green eyes. Seifer smiled warmly.

�Well, would you look at that, she is�What are you going to name her?� The blonde asked, his face glowing with pride.

�Kiran.� Squall answered. Seifer stared down at his brand new baby girl and lover fondly. Things were going to get better and they would go through it together. As a family�

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