Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ It Couldn't Be True ❯ Affliction ( Chapter 5 )

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Title: It Couldn't Be True

Pairing: Seifer x Squall
Warning: Yaoi, Lemon, Masturbation, Angst, POV
Rating: NC-17
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It Couldn't Be True

Affliction

What the fuck is wrong with me!?

Leonhart...damn it, Leonhart! He did something to me, I never use to get this, this... I don't know what this feeling is; some momentary lust-driven state of mind or whatever, but it's driving me insane.

I have this sudden and immediate urge to run my hands through his silky, chocolate locks, that never seemed to be combed, always little disheveled and just right. I want to pull him close and run my hands all over his petite frame, that I get hard just thinking about it...

When I fell on top of him, I never noticed all the sexual innuendos that I say to him. I tease a lot, but not with anyone else. It was different. It was always different with him.

I thought about my sexuality often. If you asked me when I was younger what sex I preferred, I would have answered with a positive female as my answer. I would have shown some immaturity about anyone thinking that I was gay and would have caused some type of uproar. But I never really considered Squall.

What would you do if he ever came on to you? Would you take him, fuck him?

Shit, Squall has one hell of a body. Always walking around in those tight, sexy, leather pants that barely leaves you anything to image on what lies beneath. The way he stands, with his hands crossed and his weight leaning on one leg with that tantalizing hip protruding outward.

His desirable form could arouse anyone and when I realized that, that was the day I started to question my sexuality.

But now, now I can't believe how blue his eyes are. I could almost see inside, the emotions that I know he locks up. I know because I do it a lot too, but anger always got the best of me. Usually, whenever I look into his eyes, they're always greyish almost like he puts up these icy barriers to keep other people away, but now, as I feel his body heat rise and see the small flush over his cheeks, I can tell you that he was... beautiful.

Shit! It's fucking true. However you describe a man, the word 'beautiful' does not come up. Handsome, attractive, charming or some bullshit but not, definitely not beautiful. Yet, that was the first thing that popped in my head.

Fuck, Squall! What the hell are you doing to me to make me think like this!?

I noticed his eyes widened in realization of our positions and with fright-driven actions, pushed me up far enough to wiggle his way from beneath my body and scrambled a safe distance. Well as much distance as he could, but I kind of felt hurt when he did that, knowing that he probably didn't have any kind of thoughts even remotely similar to what I thought or started to feel...

I glance up at him, automatically pasting a small smirk on my lips, when I noticed a large vase falling down, and before I could do anything, it hit Squall hard on top of his head, knocking him out cold.

I stumbled up to my feet and reached his side in a second as I removed all the remains of the vase and the crappy flowers that would never stand up to his beauty...ah, shit,...forget I said that.

I moved his hair around to see what exactly the damage was and found a small trail of blood start to move down his forehead. I hastily found the spot on his head and located the blood clotting. It didn't seem bad at first, but you couldn't know wether it was serious or not.

I carefully lifted Squalls light frame into my arms and laid him on top of the table, checking his pulse. Everything seemed fine and his breathing calmed down slightly.

"Squall! Squall!" I shook him a little and nothing. I tapped his cheeks and nothing. Fuck! there's no way that he could have a concussion or anything close from just having a vase dropped on his head!

Shit, he can and you know it Almasy. He may be the hero of the world, but he is still human, just like anyone else.

I cradled the brunette in my arms again, then realizing that Squall was so light. This boy needed to get bigger. Sure, I've seen him without his shirt and he has an absolutely perfect chest and toned muscles, but he was just so, light!

I pushed away my thoughts and jogged outside to where the jackass Dagen was standing and when a student saw me hurriedly approaching, whispered into Dagen's ear that I was coming.

There was a problem and it involved yours truly.

He turned towards me and everything was quiet. I set a serious look upon my face and Dagen's eyes roamed over Squall's body, worried and questioning. His eyes glared up to me, completely changing the look that he had for Squall.

This guy definitely has something against me.

"Report Almasy." His voice held vehemence and the soldiers surrounding him backed up slowly.

"Squall and-"

"I did not realize that we were on first name basis, Almasy." I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my composure and not fucking punch the guy in the face.

"Sorry, sir."

"Commander."

"Commander." The fucking gall! "Leonhart and I were performing our assignment and a monster was in a resident's home. We proceeded to get it out when Leonhart fell, accidently tripping and a vase fell on his head. He is out cold and-"

"Get Leonhart and take him to the town's emergency center." Dagen looked to a SeeD behind him. One walked up to me and took him away from me and I just realized my sudden overprotectiveness. It took all my willpower to release Squall into the arms of the other SeeD member, who looked like one of the suck ups to Dagen. I turned back to Dagen as they started walking away.

"I can take him-"

"I will talk to you when I have something to say to you! Do you understand that," and with a lower voice that only I could hear, he whispered menacingly, "Traitor?"

Traitor? I was initially shocked to hear that. The pang of guilt, fear, sadness and hate washed over me in one fell swoop.

It took me so long to win the trust back and I thought I could forget about it...thought that no one would ever bring it up again as I worked fucking hard to become a SeeD. It was a miracle that I was even accepted back into Garden, but I did with the help of Squall, Quistis and the others. They convinced the headmaster and I worked and studied none stop to ace all the test and the hardest field testing there was. I deserved to be recognized when spoken to and expect the same respect that every other member had...but apart of me still knew what I had done during the Sorcerer's Wars, but I let my anger wash over me before cowering in a corner about the whole ordeal.

I did not hold back the glare that was showing on my face and I did not miss that sudden lust-filled stare that was in Dagen's eyes when Squall was being taken from me.

After Dagen made sure what was going to happen with Squall and where he was going to be, he turned around and walked up to me, standing straight up and with a clear, brazen smirk.

He was about six foot tall, like me and if he thought I was intimidated by him, he had another thing coming.

"So, Almasy. Why did you do it?" His voice seemed so clam and he said it with such simplicity and innocence.

"What?"

"You and Leonhart have a very long history of getting into confrontations and such. I didn't think this mission was going to be uneventful."

That asshole! He thinks that I did it!

"So what did he do to you this time?" His voice was suddenly low, which put me on guard. "Did he not let you fuck him the way you wanted to?"

"What the fuck did you say?" I couldn't hold back my response but he only smirked and continued.

"Did he say something to upset you, like you would never have him, touch him?"

My whole body jerked in his direction.

"Don't you dare strike me, Almasy! I could pull your rank from beneath you so fast that you wouldn't even be standing in SeeD and fall straight back down to the beginning, back to where you were the Sorcerer's Bitch!"

I stopped myself before I attacked him and clenched my fists in anger, causing my knuckles to go white and my nails to dig into my flesh.

"I still think you are." His hand snapped up and smacked me across my face hard, sending my head spinning from the unexpected blow. I slowly faced back to him, murder clear in my eyes. If SeeD wasn't so fucking important to me, I would kill this man on the spot without a second thought.

"Get back to work and I will talk to you later. I expect the full report before we leave. Dismissed!"

He walked away, going to check up on Squall probably. He had it in for me and he had a 'thing' for Squall. I turned around quickly and sent glares to everyone I looked at.

My heart was pounding and I needed to release my frustration and anger. My lips snarled in hatred for the asshole that was trying to ruin my life. I knew that is what he was trying to do. He wanted me out of the picture, for he either hated me in the Wars or thinks that I was competition for Squall.

I never thought about trying to talk to Squall and see what his preference was. I assumed he was straight since he dated Rinoa for five months, but that didn't last very long.

I entered the home that the creature was still in and the animal shot out in a green blur. If it wasn't for that fucking,

"Sir?" The little girl approached me and I looked down, trying to hide everything.

"What?" She jumped back and I guess I didn't do a good job of concealing it.

"I, um, is the creature out of the house?"

"Yes!" I turned around and walked back inside to clean up the mess. I left on the table the Balamb Garden's phone number and the person to ask for in account for the broken vase. I wrote my name and Squall's name down as the people who were at fault.

I put that down and went to retrieve Leonhart, the glimmering gunblade that was resting on the wooden floor. The weapon that was the rival to my own.

It felt a little lighter than my own pride and joy as it was of the revolver series, a different make than Hyperion. Both of our gunblades were custom made and I slowly ran a finger over the etching in the blade.

Griever...

I will go see Squall when I'm done with all the fucking work and will get all this shit straighten out. Surely, Squall will tell the truth for me, won't he?

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