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FFVIII: Brotherly
Pairing: SeiferxSquall
Warnings: Seifer POV
Rating: PG13
Summary: They were like brothers once.
We were like brothers once.
That's what should make feeling like this about him so fucking weird. I know him, every bit of him, or I did when he was a kid. He was chubbier then, but his hair was the same, all in his eyes, and his eyes haven't ever changed. I know them, every mood and every twinge. He's a year younger. We fought like brothers – we still do. I keep trying to prove that I'm the older one, the stronger one, and he fights me to show me that he's growing up.
He's grown up such a lot.
Now he's all skinny and lanky with just enough muscles in his body to swing a gunblade. And damn, he does that well. It's not wooden swords – or more usually sticks – anymore. It's steel and adamantine. It's magic and the singing of the blood in your veins, the singing of the power running all through you when you call a god to come fight for you.
He loves Shiva. It doesn't surprise me.
He used to go out on frosty mornings, stand there in the frost and silence. I'd go out and stand with him, wonder what he was thinking. Then I'd drag him inside and drape my sweater round him and scold him for being an idiot. Like a big brother.
He used to go out in the rain too, and he'd get soaked, and I'd be so angry and scared and brotherly.
The brotherly feelings still haven't gone away. I still want to kick his ass – show him that he isn't as grown up as he thinks he is, that I'm still on top. That he can let me look out for him.
But I've wanted his ass for the past five years.
Yeah, so that makes it incest or something. I don't care. I want him. I want to kick his puny ass and then shove him up against a wall and fuck him raw. And if he thinks of me as a brother too, that sucks for him.
He's such a stupid little ass, anyway. Always getting into trouble. I mean, a war? Really?
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