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FFVIII: Not So Secret
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Squall looks kind of ridiculous and kind of cute in Seifer's shirts. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
101_kisses.
Seifer turned to look at Squall and immediately raised his eyebrows, his tone a little incredulous. "That's my shirt."
Squall turned around and raised an eyebrow right back at Seifer, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glaring through the bangs that fell into his face, apparently noticing and not minding the fact that he was, indeed, wearing Seifer's shirt. "Your point is?"
Seifer's point was that his shirt was noticably bigger than Squall's shirts were. Seifer's point was that it was virtually an advertisement of the whole thing where they were having a secret relationship to protect Squall's reputation as commander. Seifer's point was that Squall looked a little ridiculous and a little -- no, a lot -- cute. Seifer's point was that Squall didn't seem to notice that.
He had yet to decide whether this amused, confused or bemused him, or whether in fact it just produced a warm fuzzy feeling all over and a flutter in his stomach. Or maybe all of the above.
"You're... it's... you know, not very subtle."
Squall's look was unreadable. "Maybe I don't want to be subtle. Maybe," and he crossed the room, pushing Seifer down to sit on the bed and moving to straddle his thighs, wrapping his arms around his neck, "I want people to get used to the idea that their commander doesn't have a stick up his ass and he can, in fact," and he placed a soft kiss on Seifer's neck, lowering his voice, and Seifer tipped his head back for more kisses, "love someone."
Seifer pulled back after a moment, wrapping his arms tightly around Squall and holding him tight. If asked afterwards, he would assert that there were no tears pricking in his eyes, nor any further warm fuzzy feelings going on. He'd be lying, of course, because he was one big huge fuzzy feeling right then. Like the small fuzzy moogle he'd had back in the Orphanage.
"Squall... you're batshit insane."
Squall smiled, almost as if he should be proud of it. He stayed quiet for a moment, tracing two fingers over Seifer's scar, and shrugs slightly. "It's not like I'm going far, just to the cafeteria to get a coffee for us both."
"The most crowded place in Garden."
"So?"
Seifer rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms very tightly around Squall, squeezing the breath out of him and staying like that for a few seconds. "I don't understand you, you crazy bastard."
"I don't understand what there is not to understand."
"When we started this relationship, you said that we couldn't tell anyone because we'd only just gotten my trial out of the way and people would still think of me as a criminal, even if I was technically acquitted and all of that..."
Squall frowned, rolling his eyes, "And that was two years ago."
He paused for a moment, counting the years backward and forward and backward again just to be sure. "That long? We've been together that long? It's that long since the end of the war?"
"Yes. But," and Squall wrapped his arms around Seifer's neck and kissed him eagerly, "mostly, I just don't care anymore. So we're fucking, so what? What does it really affect?"
Seifer smirked. "It'll make people jealous. And your dad will flail and say he didn't know you were that way. And Selphie will clap her hands and squeal all over you and probably act like you're a two year old who finally managed to call her 'mama'. And Rinoa will be glad you've finally gotten over her or something, I don't know how that girl thinks. Zell will flail. Irvine will want to join -- "
"Oh, shut up. Just agree that everything will be fine."
"Everything will be fine. But you're still not going to the cafeteria wearing that."
Squall pulled back a little and raised an eyebrow at Seifer. "Oh? Why not?"
Seifer grinned, rolling them both onto the bed with Squall underneath, already starting to get his shirt off Squall. "Because I'm going to fuck you first. Then we'll have coffee. And I'll have a smoke inside for once."
"Next to the window. With the window open. I hate the smell of smoke. It's bad enough that -- mmmmph."
Seifer kissed Squall as thoroughly as he could and pushed up a little to look down at him, suddenly feeling that warm fuzzy feeling again. He stroked Squall's hair briefly, stole another kiss, and then muttered softly about rude guys who just can't stop lecturing even when you're about to fuck them.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Squall looks kind of ridiculous and kind of cute in Seifer's shirts. For
101_kisses.Seifer turned to look at Squall and immediately raised his eyebrows, his tone a little incredulous. "That's my shirt."
Squall turned around and raised an eyebrow right back at Seifer, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glaring through the bangs that fell into his face, apparently noticing and not minding the fact that he was, indeed, wearing Seifer's shirt. "Your point is?"
Seifer's point was that his shirt was noticably bigger than Squall's shirts were. Seifer's point was that it was virtually an advertisement of the whole thing where they were having a secret relationship to protect Squall's reputation as commander. Seifer's point was that Squall looked a little ridiculous and a little -- no, a lot -- cute. Seifer's point was that Squall didn't seem to notice that.
He had yet to decide whether this amused, confused or bemused him, or whether in fact it just produced a warm fuzzy feeling all over and a flutter in his stomach. Or maybe all of the above.
"You're... it's... you know, not very subtle."
Squall's look was unreadable. "Maybe I don't want to be subtle. Maybe," and he crossed the room, pushing Seifer down to sit on the bed and moving to straddle his thighs, wrapping his arms around his neck, "I want people to get used to the idea that their commander doesn't have a stick up his ass and he can, in fact," and he placed a soft kiss on Seifer's neck, lowering his voice, and Seifer tipped his head back for more kisses, "love someone."
Seifer pulled back after a moment, wrapping his arms tightly around Squall and holding him tight. If asked afterwards, he would assert that there were no tears pricking in his eyes, nor any further warm fuzzy feelings going on. He'd be lying, of course, because he was one big huge fuzzy feeling right then. Like the small fuzzy moogle he'd had back in the Orphanage.
"Squall... you're batshit insane."
Squall smiled, almost as if he should be proud of it. He stayed quiet for a moment, tracing two fingers over Seifer's scar, and shrugs slightly. "It's not like I'm going far, just to the cafeteria to get a coffee for us both."
"The most crowded place in Garden."
"So?"
Seifer rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms very tightly around Squall, squeezing the breath out of him and staying like that for a few seconds. "I don't understand you, you crazy bastard."
"I don't understand what there is not to understand."
"When we started this relationship, you said that we couldn't tell anyone because we'd only just gotten my trial out of the way and people would still think of me as a criminal, even if I was technically acquitted and all of that..."
Squall frowned, rolling his eyes, "And that was two years ago."
He paused for a moment, counting the years backward and forward and backward again just to be sure. "That long? We've been together that long? It's that long since the end of the war?"
"Yes. But," and Squall wrapped his arms around Seifer's neck and kissed him eagerly, "mostly, I just don't care anymore. So we're fucking, so what? What does it really affect?"
Seifer smirked. "It'll make people jealous. And your dad will flail and say he didn't know you were that way. And Selphie will clap her hands and squeal all over you and probably act like you're a two year old who finally managed to call her 'mama'. And Rinoa will be glad you've finally gotten over her or something, I don't know how that girl thinks. Zell will flail. Irvine will want to join -- "
"Oh, shut up. Just agree that everything will be fine."
"Everything will be fine. But you're still not going to the cafeteria wearing that."
Squall pulled back a little and raised an eyebrow at Seifer. "Oh? Why not?"
Seifer grinned, rolling them both onto the bed with Squall underneath, already starting to get his shirt off Squall. "Because I'm going to fuck you first. Then we'll have coffee. And I'll have a smoke inside for once."
"Next to the window. With the window open. I hate the smell of smoke. It's bad enough that -- mmmmph."
Seifer kissed Squall as thoroughly as he could and pushed up a little to look down at him, suddenly feeling that warm fuzzy feeling again. He stroked Squall's hair briefly, stole another kiss, and then muttered softly about rude guys who just can't stop lecturing even when you're about to fuck them.