Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ It Couldn't Be True ❯ Warmth ( Chapter 18 )

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Title: It Couldn't Be True

Pairing: Seifer x Squall
Warning: Yaoi, Lemon, Angst, Language, more can be added...
Rating: NC-17
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It Couldn't Be True

Warmth

I couldn't help but glance around the place. Squall's apartment was pretty nice compared to my own place. I figured that they would treat him better. I thought about leaving but I'll go get my things from my place later, when everyone was either in classes or after hours. I can do a good deal of sneaking around.

I noticed that there weren't many personal items of Squall's. No pictures, little statues, just.. little things that would define someone's place as their own. If you could say, I would think this place could be a generic hotel room. The only thing that says something is the food he has in his kitchen and his bedroom.

I stopped myself from noising around any longer and plopped down on the leather sofa, feeling the cool surface against my skin. I thought that maybe I could get some sleep and so I closed my eyes but about ten minutes later, I heard a 'thump' like something heavy hitting the floor and immediately, I found myself in the injured brunette's bedroom. There, Squall was on the floor, trying to hide the obvious pain and struggling to stand his weakened form.

I, his caretaker of the week, went by his side to help him up, and again, the dolt protested slightly but he knew it was futile to try to push me away and that just made me help him all the more.

"Will you stop being so difficult? What happened? You rolled out of bed?" I held a slight hint of humor in my voice but I still wanted to know what happened.

"I was trying to get to the bathroom." I rolled my eyes when he looked up at me. His face lowered again as I guided him to the connecting room.

"You think you can manage to stand or will I need you to help you with that also?" I stared intently on his face and saw at the bridge of his nose, a slight pinkish hue but probably mostly out of irritation.
"I can do it myself, thank you." As he waited for me to leave, I walked over to the door and he moved toward the toilet, thinking that I will be out in a second, in which I tried to do but when I looked at his back, I couldn't help but run my eyes hungrily over his back; the creamy skin all over and the baggy shorts hiding what I wanted to see most. Ack! Did I just think that?

"Seifer?" I was startled out of my thoughts when my eyes looked up into his own and I quickly stepped out of the room.

What was I thinking? I'm probably on some kind of drug that makes me think that I'm actually attracted to him but what about my thoughts earlier. Those were consistent thoughts . . . but why? Why would I want to hold him, to feel his skin? He is the one person who wouldn't be caught dead in bed with me, ever. Heh, must be one of those situations that begs for an impossible relationship, something that does not make sense and won't ever make sense.

I heard a strange moaning sound come from inside the bathroom and opened the door slightly.

"Squall?" There it was again and I pushed the door open more and he was half way hanging off the sink. "Shit, you really are fucked up. What's wrong? Are the pills not working?" I pulled him into my arms, cradling him and I placed my hand to his forehead to feel unusually cool skin and slightly damp, I'm guessing the perspiration is from his over exertion but I didn't want to risk it. "Okay, that's enough for you, if you need to pee next time, you're doing it in a bucket without getting up from bed." I got no response but when I lift the light frame in my arms, Squall's face immediately tucked away near my neck and his hands grabbed my shirt. I carefully took him over to the bed and tried to lay him down but he still held on to my shirt like his life depended on it.

"Seifer…" I raised a brow in questioning his actions, but his eyes weren't open to see the look.

"Squall, tell me what's wrong. Shit, you're ice cold!" I lifted half of his body against mine, pushing all other inappropriate thoughts away, and shoved his comforter down and laid the man down again. But he still held on and I could not help but sigh out loud.

"Stay, please." The voice was soft, low and hesitant. "I, feel really cold and your warmth…" My eyes were widened by this. He's asking me to cuddle with him? No way, no way. To have Leonhart's body up against and wrapped about my own. My own reaction to that would be severe and I don't think I would be able to control it. "Please?" God, I never heard him beg before. Squall must really be feeling like shit. Whatever that asshole, Dagen, did I'm going to kill him.

"Fine." I scooted him back and sat in the bed, for a second I looked at the half naked man and thought that this could be what it would feel like having someone…having him.

I wiggled under the blanket and pulled Squall to me, feeling his cold figure cooling myself down but most likely, warming him up, which is exactly what was needed. He didn't protest when my arms wrapped around his body and he didn't react when I threw my leg over both of his. I wanted to feel all of him but if I need an excuse, I would say that this is what he wanted and this was the best possible way for me to warm him up the fastest. But the strange thing was, he was fast asleep in my arms and I decided to follow his actions and boy, this was probably going to be the best sleep I ever got.

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