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FFVIII: Five Times Seifer Tried To Seduce Squall And One Time He Succeeded
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Alternate Universe
Rating: PG13
Summary: Seifer's attempts to seduce Squall. Set in fetishboy 'verse. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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The first time was just a joke, of course. Everything was, with Seifer. It was just to see how Squall would react -- and the answer was: not at all. Or, well, a little -- Seifer was sure there'd been a blush and Squall had ducked out of the room fairly quickly and scurried to the relative safety of the room he shared with Zell and Irvine. But for all that he'd been totally naked, Squall hadn't reacted in the way he really wanted him to. He'd been kind of hoping Squall would get aroused, though he wasn't sure if he'd wanted to ridicule him or pounce on him, after that.
Of course, Seifer being Seifer, once wasn't enough. The next time, though, was when he knew Squall was interested, after the warm day on the beach when it'd somehow been easy to reach across the huge divide that had grown between them, across the years and bypassing the bullying and pushing around that had become habit.
It was funny the way Quistis looked at him then, her eyes wide and her nose just a little wrinkled. Honestly, he wasn't doing that much -- hardly even groping Squall. But even Quistis seemed to have more reaction than Squall.
The next time was somewhat derailed by how thin Squall was. Seifer ran his hands over those thin ribs and then suddenly wasn't interested in anything other than getting Squall to eat something. "Squall..."
"Don't say it."
"But -- "
"Just don't," Squall said, and pulled out of his reach, gathering up sketchpads and a pencil and leaving the house before he even had a chance to say anything. And he sat there, watching Squall go, and thought how thin Squall looked -- and for once, for the first time since he was little, he realised he really, honestly cared about someone else. Enough to do anything.
Most seduction involved food, after that. Breakfast in bed, feeding a sulky Squall strawberries, and making sure his fingers lingered on his lips and that their bodies were touching. Squall seemed to be responding about as well to the seduction as to the food, and for all his efforts Seifer found himself alone in bed ten minutes later, listening to Squall take a shower.
But he had gotten Squall to eat almost a full breakfast, and that counted for something.
At the dinner table, keeping Squall distracted from how much he was eating, how the portion on his plate never seemed to get smaller -- although it was rather small to start with. Teasing touches under the table and their legs pressed tight to each other, warm and comfortable. Matron's exasperated expression -- warm with fondness as well as annoyed, so Seifer ignored that -- and the prim look on Quistis' face.
Squall seemed pretty much impervious to being seduced if he didn't want to be seduced -- although by this point he was often quite willing and had even attempted to seduce Seifer right back once or twice.
The one time Seifer caught him offguard, they were both on the beach. Seifer was sunbathing, more or less, his eyes closed. And Squall was drawing.
"You're drawing me again," Seifer said, without opening his eyes. He smiled just a little and stretched his body out, arching a little, and he knew Squall had looked up from the pad of paper and was riveted, caught, all his. He sat up and reached for Squall's hand. "Want to take a break and go inside for a while?"
Squall stood up and helped him up as well, helping him brush sand off -- his hands surprisingly lingering, in a teasing way he hadn't thought Squall capable of. And then he turned to go inside, and Seifer paused a moment to watch him -- no longer so thin now that he looked like he'd snap; still on the thin side in a way that wasn't unattractive anymore. He grinned.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Alternate Universe
Rating: PG13
Summary: Seifer's attempts to seduce Squall. Set in fetishboy 'verse. For
candywrapper.The first time was just a joke, of course. Everything was, with Seifer. It was just to see how Squall would react -- and the answer was: not at all. Or, well, a little -- Seifer was sure there'd been a blush and Squall had ducked out of the room fairly quickly and scurried to the relative safety of the room he shared with Zell and Irvine. But for all that he'd been totally naked, Squall hadn't reacted in the way he really wanted him to. He'd been kind of hoping Squall would get aroused, though he wasn't sure if he'd wanted to ridicule him or pounce on him, after that.
Of course, Seifer being Seifer, once wasn't enough. The next time, though, was when he knew Squall was interested, after the warm day on the beach when it'd somehow been easy to reach across the huge divide that had grown between them, across the years and bypassing the bullying and pushing around that had become habit.
It was funny the way Quistis looked at him then, her eyes wide and her nose just a little wrinkled. Honestly, he wasn't doing that much -- hardly even groping Squall. But even Quistis seemed to have more reaction than Squall.
The next time was somewhat derailed by how thin Squall was. Seifer ran his hands over those thin ribs and then suddenly wasn't interested in anything other than getting Squall to eat something. "Squall..."
"Don't say it."
"But -- "
"Just don't," Squall said, and pulled out of his reach, gathering up sketchpads and a pencil and leaving the house before he even had a chance to say anything. And he sat there, watching Squall go, and thought how thin Squall looked -- and for once, for the first time since he was little, he realised he really, honestly cared about someone else. Enough to do anything.
Most seduction involved food, after that. Breakfast in bed, feeding a sulky Squall strawberries, and making sure his fingers lingered on his lips and that their bodies were touching. Squall seemed to be responding about as well to the seduction as to the food, and for all his efforts Seifer found himself alone in bed ten minutes later, listening to Squall take a shower.
But he had gotten Squall to eat almost a full breakfast, and that counted for something.
At the dinner table, keeping Squall distracted from how much he was eating, how the portion on his plate never seemed to get smaller -- although it was rather small to start with. Teasing touches under the table and their legs pressed tight to each other, warm and comfortable. Matron's exasperated expression -- warm with fondness as well as annoyed, so Seifer ignored that -- and the prim look on Quistis' face.
Squall seemed pretty much impervious to being seduced if he didn't want to be seduced -- although by this point he was often quite willing and had even attempted to seduce Seifer right back once or twice.
The one time Seifer caught him offguard, they were both on the beach. Seifer was sunbathing, more or less, his eyes closed. And Squall was drawing.
"You're drawing me again," Seifer said, without opening his eyes. He smiled just a little and stretched his body out, arching a little, and he knew Squall had looked up from the pad of paper and was riveted, caught, all his. He sat up and reached for Squall's hand. "Want to take a break and go inside for a while?"
Squall stood up and helped him up as well, helping him brush sand off -- his hands surprisingly lingering, in a teasing way he hadn't thought Squall capable of. And then he turned to go inside, and Seifer paused a moment to watch him -- no longer so thin now that he looked like he'd snap; still on the thin side in a way that wasn't unattractive anymore. He grinned.