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FFVIII: Of Narcissism and a Nice View
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Of quiet moments in the secret area and jealousy.
"Admiring the view?"
Seifer turned to look at Squall and tried not to be obvious about quickly catching his breath. Squall always looked gorgeous, of course, Seifer was narcissistic enough to ensure that even if he claimed to love people for their insides and all that crap, he wouldn't even think twice about it if the person wasn't at least as gorgeous as himself.
Squall, he had a nagging feeling, sort of surpassed him on that front.
Especially in his SeeD uniform like that.
Seifer looked over Squall deliberately, smirking a little, eyes deliberately sweeping over every bit of him before he looked up to meet his eyes. "Oh, yes, definitely. Very... inspiring."
Squall snorted softly and crossed to lean against the wall beside him. "I didn't think I'd find you here."
"I didn't think you'd come."
"You thought I'd stay at that party?"
Seifer snorted softly and shook his head. "Nah, not really. But I still didn't think you'd find me in the secret area. I was willing to bet you'd never come here in your life, actually, since I've never dragged you here."
"Once, actually."
Squall was looking aside and Seifer felt a stab of jealousy. He reached out, grabbing Squall's arm and pulling him close, wrapping his arms around him. He took a deep breath and tried not to sound bitingly bitter and jealous. "Who? When?"
"Quistis. The night I graduated." Squall looked up and read the jealousy on his face and snorted softly, rolling his eyes. "I didn't do anything with her, idiot. I just stood there and mostly ignored her while she told me that she'd had her instructor status revoked."
"Sure you didn't do anything?"
"Positive." Squall rolled his eyes again. "Unless she's been hiding her sorceress powers from us for years and she turned me straight for an evening and brainwashed me. Which doesn't seem likely -- "
Seifer shut him up with a kiss. A long, hard, passionate, possessive kiss. He nipped at Squall's lip before he drew back to emphasise the possessive. "Mine."
Squall looked up, wrapping his arms around Seifer in return and hmming softly, smiling a little. "Yours."
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Of quiet moments in the secret area and jealousy.
"Admiring the view?"
Seifer turned to look at Squall and tried not to be obvious about quickly catching his breath. Squall always looked gorgeous, of course, Seifer was narcissistic enough to ensure that even if he claimed to love people for their insides and all that crap, he wouldn't even think twice about it if the person wasn't at least as gorgeous as himself.
Squall, he had a nagging feeling, sort of surpassed him on that front.
Especially in his SeeD uniform like that.
Seifer looked over Squall deliberately, smirking a little, eyes deliberately sweeping over every bit of him before he looked up to meet his eyes. "Oh, yes, definitely. Very... inspiring."
Squall snorted softly and crossed to lean against the wall beside him. "I didn't think I'd find you here."
"I didn't think you'd come."
"You thought I'd stay at that party?"
Seifer snorted softly and shook his head. "Nah, not really. But I still didn't think you'd find me in the secret area. I was willing to bet you'd never come here in your life, actually, since I've never dragged you here."
"Once, actually."
Squall was looking aside and Seifer felt a stab of jealousy. He reached out, grabbing Squall's arm and pulling him close, wrapping his arms around him. He took a deep breath and tried not to sound bitingly bitter and jealous. "Who? When?"
"Quistis. The night I graduated." Squall looked up and read the jealousy on his face and snorted softly, rolling his eyes. "I didn't do anything with her, idiot. I just stood there and mostly ignored her while she told me that she'd had her instructor status revoked."
"Sure you didn't do anything?"
"Positive." Squall rolled his eyes again. "Unless she's been hiding her sorceress powers from us for years and she turned me straight for an evening and brainwashed me. Which doesn't seem likely -- "
Seifer shut him up with a kiss. A long, hard, passionate, possessive kiss. He nipped at Squall's lip before he drew back to emphasise the possessive. "Mine."
Squall looked up, wrapping his arms around Seifer in return and hmming softly, smiling a little. "Yours."