Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Junkie-love ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Yorda 
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.29.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 367 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.29.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 367 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Junkie-love
Author: Yorda
Rating: NC-17
Diclaimer: Sadly none of the characters of FF8 are mine, but belong
to Squaresoft
Couples: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: angst, lemon, language, mild violence, drug use, OOC
Summary: Seifer's on drugs and it's Squall's duty to help him.
***AN: First of all, I wanna thank you all for the feedback and the good advises I got from you ^_^ I'm gonna
describe Seifer's withdrawal symptoms in this chapter, so I looked up some information. I also decided to make
Seifer a heroin addict, so I could be a little more exact with the symptoms. But still, I know very little about
different drugs, so don't be too hard on me ^^
Chapter 3:
"One shot! Squall! Just *one*....please! I-I promise I'll quit after that! You don't know what this feels like! I---I'll
fuck you or what ever you want! *Anything* if you just make this pain go away!" Seifer pleaded, hot tears
rolling down his bony cheeks. Squall raised his dark eyebrows at Seifer's suggestion.
'He'll *fuck* me?? Now w--why would I want that..' Squall swallowed hard, blushing for a reason he didn't even
know.
"I told you Seifer, I *don't* have anything! And even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you." Squall said firmly. Seifer's
features twisted with anger and he tried to grab the brunette by his t-shirt, failing.
"Fuck you!" the blonde hissed through gritted teeth. "I hate you! ....Stupid puberty-boy! I will---will-" Seifer's
whole body suddenly felt weak and he closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath.
'I wonder how long has it been from his last shot?...At least over 10 hours. The symptoms will probably reach
their peak within the next two days.' Squall estimated. Seifer was trembling, his pale skin covered with goose
bumps as Squall made him lay down on the bed. The brunette bent down to remove Seifer's scruffy shirt.
"No...I'm cold..." the blonde whimpered, but didn't have the strength to stop Squall from undressing him. Squall
put the garment aside and began to unbutton Seifer's worn-out leather pants. He motioned the boy to lift his hips
up as he pulled the pants down, noting Seifer's body twitch involuntarily every now and then. When Squall had
removed the blonde's clothing, only the black boxers remaining, Seifer immediately wrapped himself in the
sheets, lieing in a foetal position.
"It's fucking cold in here Squall!" Seifer moaned, shivering on the bed. Squall knew the temperature in the room
was normal. 'It's part of the symptoms' he noted to himself. At this point Seifer looked like a person with a
normal flue. His skin was glistening with sweat and his eyes looked watery. You couldn't tell he was going
through detoxification unless someone told you that. Squall stepped back from the bed and glanced around. He
let his eyes rest on the arm chair across the room, and decided to move it near Seifer's bed. That way he would
be closer to Seifer the whole night. When the brunette had pushed the old, velvet arm chair to its new place, he
seated himself in it. There was a moment of silence as Squall eyed the shaking pile of sheets on the bed. He
knew that in order to help Seifer, he'd at least have to know which drugs Seifer was using. Squall didn't know all
the details, but he did know which drugs were mild and which heavily addictive. Before he could ask however,
the blonde suddenly bounced up on the bed, letting out an agonized moan. Squall realised Seifer was
experiencing a painful muscle cramp, and moved up from the chair to touch Seifer's shoulder. The blonde
however, flinched and backed away from Squall's soothing hand.
"Nnnhhh.....*don't* touch me!!" Seifer screamed and buried his face between his knees, his peaked body visibly
shaking from the convulsion. When it finally subsided, the blonde raised his face, trying to catch his breath.
"This is bullshit! I changed my mind Squall! ....I---I don' wanna do this! I can quit tomorrow if I want to."
Squall sat back in the chair, a frown on his face.
"No you can't Seifer, and you know it." The brunette said firmly. Judging by the look on Seifer's face, he was
ready to quit and give up the weaning already at this point.
"What are you using?" Squall finally asked the writhing man. "Seifer, *what* are you using?" the brunette
repeated when Seifer settled against the wall, remaining silent.
"I need to know!" Squall demanded.
"M-mainly heroine...occasionally amphetamine or ecstasy..." came Seifer's almost unnoticeable answer.
'No!' Squall closed his eyes, feeling helpless. Heroine alone was one of the strongest and most addictive drugs,
and Squall knew it. 'This is *not* going to be easy...' the brunette sighed and leaned back in the chair, looking at
Seifer with sadness in his greyish eyes.
************************************************************ *****'
Squall woke up to the sound of something breaking or falling on the floor. His eyes shot open and he glanced
around, only to see that Seifer's bed was empty. 'Oh no! I wasn't supposed to fall asleep!' Squall stood up from
the arm chair and looked around, noting the bathroom door was open. 'Shit!' The brunette quickly made his way
across the room to the small bathroom. When he stepped in, he saw Seifer kneeling on the tiled floor, trying to
open a jar of cardialgia pills with his shaking hands.
"Seifer! What the hell!?" Squall exclaimed. He noted the medicine cabinet had been rummaged through, most of
its contents scattered all over the floor.
"Seifer...those are for cardialgia. They have no intoxicating effect." The brunette informed the desperate-looking
boy. Seifer groaned and threw the jar from his hands. "Fucking hell! I *need* something!!" the blonde moaned
as Squall helped him up from the floor. It had now been approximately over 24 hours from Seifer's last dose.
The past night and day had not been easy. As hours passed, the pain Seifer was in only seemed to get worse.
Neither of them had hardly had any sleep. Seifer had vomited several times and was suffering from muscle and
bone aches, from cold and hot waves and powerful tremors.
"It'll be over soon Seifer...I promise you." Squall reassured the writhing blonde, not actually knowing if what he
said was true. He gently lay Seifer down on the bed and tugged him up. The blonde was groaning through
gritted teeth, his whole body rigid from the pain again. Squall sat back in the arm chair, feeling his eyes become
watery at the miserable sight before him. He felt so sorry for Seifer. All he could do was sit and watch the other
boy go through the painful withdrawal symptoms that had now reached their peak. Squall was suddenly afraid
Seifer's body wouldn't be able to handle this. The blonde was covered in sweat, but hadn't had anything to drink
in hours. Every time Squall had managed to get Seifer to drink or eat anything, the blonde had thrown up.
Seifer was breathing hard, wriggling on the bed, his eyes tightly closed.
"I can't t-take this! It hurts so much...Arrghh!!!" the blonde moaned, gritting his teeth. Squall leaned closer,
stroking Seifer's damp hair, not really knowing how else to ease the pain. "Hush...it's gonna be over
soon...You're a fighter! You have to be strong! You can pull through Seifer, I know you can!" Squall tried to
encourage the blonde, his voice shaky.
"No I can't! I---I just wanna die! Let me die..." Seifer moaned, hot tears flowing from his emerald green eyes.
"W-why won't anyone hold me! I---I don't wanna be alone!" Seifer cried, gripping Squall's shirt, pulling him
closer. "Please Squall, h-hold me.." Seifer pleaded, meeting Squall's saddened eyes. Without any hesitation, the
brunette nodded and climbed into Seifer's bed. The blonde entangled on Squall's lean body, burying his face in
the hollow of the brunette's neck. Squall twined his hands around Seifer, stroking his sweaty back, feeling the
tremors Seifer was suffering from.
"I don't wanna die alone...I don't wanna--" the older boy sobbed, shaking violently.
"Hush...You're *not* going to die...and I'm here Seifer. All this will soon be over." Squall whispered, letting the
blonde pull him closer. Squall didn't remember when was the last time he was this afraid. All he could do was
hope that he was right, that all this *would* be over soon.
::::::To be continued:::::::
***AN: Ok...this chapter didn't turn out like I wanted it to. I think it sucks, but I'm too tired now to re-write it.
Also, I have no idea how I'm gonna make the story go lemony...Well..I guess it's a start that Seifer and Squall
are room-mates ^^ And Seifer will be clean and clear soon ^^ I'd be very happy to hear your thoughts and
suggestions again ^_^
-Yorda
Author: Yorda
Rating: NC-17
Diclaimer: Sadly none of the characters of FF8 are mine, but belong
to Squaresoft
Couples: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: angst, lemon, language, mild violence, drug use, OOC
Summary: Seifer's on drugs and it's Squall's duty to help him.
***AN: First of all, I wanna thank you all for the feedback and the good advises I got from you ^_^ I'm gonna
describe Seifer's withdrawal symptoms in this chapter, so I looked up some information. I also decided to make
Seifer a heroin addict, so I could be a little more exact with the symptoms. But still, I know very little about
different drugs, so don't be too hard on me ^^
Chapter 3:
"One shot! Squall! Just *one*....please! I-I promise I'll quit after that! You don't know what this feels like! I---I'll
fuck you or what ever you want! *Anything* if you just make this pain go away!" Seifer pleaded, hot tears
rolling down his bony cheeks. Squall raised his dark eyebrows at Seifer's suggestion.
'He'll *fuck* me?? Now w--why would I want that..' Squall swallowed hard, blushing for a reason he didn't even
know.
"I told you Seifer, I *don't* have anything! And even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you." Squall said firmly. Seifer's
features twisted with anger and he tried to grab the brunette by his t-shirt, failing.
"Fuck you!" the blonde hissed through gritted teeth. "I hate you! ....Stupid puberty-boy! I will---will-" Seifer's
whole body suddenly felt weak and he closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath.
'I wonder how long has it been from his last shot?...At least over 10 hours. The symptoms will probably reach
their peak within the next two days.' Squall estimated. Seifer was trembling, his pale skin covered with goose
bumps as Squall made him lay down on the bed. The brunette bent down to remove Seifer's scruffy shirt.
"No...I'm cold..." the blonde whimpered, but didn't have the strength to stop Squall from undressing him. Squall
put the garment aside and began to unbutton Seifer's worn-out leather pants. He motioned the boy to lift his hips
up as he pulled the pants down, noting Seifer's body twitch involuntarily every now and then. When Squall had
removed the blonde's clothing, only the black boxers remaining, Seifer immediately wrapped himself in the
sheets, lieing in a foetal position.
"It's fucking cold in here Squall!" Seifer moaned, shivering on the bed. Squall knew the temperature in the room
was normal. 'It's part of the symptoms' he noted to himself. At this point Seifer looked like a person with a
normal flue. His skin was glistening with sweat and his eyes looked watery. You couldn't tell he was going
through detoxification unless someone told you that. Squall stepped back from the bed and glanced around. He
let his eyes rest on the arm chair across the room, and decided to move it near Seifer's bed. That way he would
be closer to Seifer the whole night. When the brunette had pushed the old, velvet arm chair to its new place, he
seated himself in it. There was a moment of silence as Squall eyed the shaking pile of sheets on the bed. He
knew that in order to help Seifer, he'd at least have to know which drugs Seifer was using. Squall didn't know all
the details, but he did know which drugs were mild and which heavily addictive. Before he could ask however,
the blonde suddenly bounced up on the bed, letting out an agonized moan. Squall realised Seifer was
experiencing a painful muscle cramp, and moved up from the chair to touch Seifer's shoulder. The blonde
however, flinched and backed away from Squall's soothing hand.
"Nnnhhh.....*don't* touch me!!" Seifer screamed and buried his face between his knees, his peaked body visibly
shaking from the convulsion. When it finally subsided, the blonde raised his face, trying to catch his breath.
"This is bullshit! I changed my mind Squall! ....I---I don' wanna do this! I can quit tomorrow if I want to."
Squall sat back in the chair, a frown on his face.
"No you can't Seifer, and you know it." The brunette said firmly. Judging by the look on Seifer's face, he was
ready to quit and give up the weaning already at this point.
"What are you using?" Squall finally asked the writhing man. "Seifer, *what* are you using?" the brunette
repeated when Seifer settled against the wall, remaining silent.
"I need to know!" Squall demanded.
"M-mainly heroine...occasionally amphetamine or ecstasy..." came Seifer's almost unnoticeable answer.
'No!' Squall closed his eyes, feeling helpless. Heroine alone was one of the strongest and most addictive drugs,
and Squall knew it. 'This is *not* going to be easy...' the brunette sighed and leaned back in the chair, looking at
Seifer with sadness in his greyish eyes.
************************************************************ *****'
Squall woke up to the sound of something breaking or falling on the floor. His eyes shot open and he glanced
around, only to see that Seifer's bed was empty. 'Oh no! I wasn't supposed to fall asleep!' Squall stood up from
the arm chair and looked around, noting the bathroom door was open. 'Shit!' The brunette quickly made his way
across the room to the small bathroom. When he stepped in, he saw Seifer kneeling on the tiled floor, trying to
open a jar of cardialgia pills with his shaking hands.
"Seifer! What the hell!?" Squall exclaimed. He noted the medicine cabinet had been rummaged through, most of
its contents scattered all over the floor.
"Seifer...those are for cardialgia. They have no intoxicating effect." The brunette informed the desperate-looking
boy. Seifer groaned and threw the jar from his hands. "Fucking hell! I *need* something!!" the blonde moaned
as Squall helped him up from the floor. It had now been approximately over 24 hours from Seifer's last dose.
The past night and day had not been easy. As hours passed, the pain Seifer was in only seemed to get worse.
Neither of them had hardly had any sleep. Seifer had vomited several times and was suffering from muscle and
bone aches, from cold and hot waves and powerful tremors.
"It'll be over soon Seifer...I promise you." Squall reassured the writhing blonde, not actually knowing if what he
said was true. He gently lay Seifer down on the bed and tugged him up. The blonde was groaning through
gritted teeth, his whole body rigid from the pain again. Squall sat back in the arm chair, feeling his eyes become
watery at the miserable sight before him. He felt so sorry for Seifer. All he could do was sit and watch the other
boy go through the painful withdrawal symptoms that had now reached their peak. Squall was suddenly afraid
Seifer's body wouldn't be able to handle this. The blonde was covered in sweat, but hadn't had anything to drink
in hours. Every time Squall had managed to get Seifer to drink or eat anything, the blonde had thrown up.
Seifer was breathing hard, wriggling on the bed, his eyes tightly closed.
"I can't t-take this! It hurts so much...Arrghh!!!" the blonde moaned, gritting his teeth. Squall leaned closer,
stroking Seifer's damp hair, not really knowing how else to ease the pain. "Hush...it's gonna be over
soon...You're a fighter! You have to be strong! You can pull through Seifer, I know you can!" Squall tried to
encourage the blonde, his voice shaky.
"No I can't! I---I just wanna die! Let me die..." Seifer moaned, hot tears flowing from his emerald green eyes.
"W-why won't anyone hold me! I---I don't wanna be alone!" Seifer cried, gripping Squall's shirt, pulling him
closer. "Please Squall, h-hold me.." Seifer pleaded, meeting Squall's saddened eyes. Without any hesitation, the
brunette nodded and climbed into Seifer's bed. The blonde entangled on Squall's lean body, burying his face in
the hollow of the brunette's neck. Squall twined his hands around Seifer, stroking his sweaty back, feeling the
tremors Seifer was suffering from.
"I don't wanna die alone...I don't wanna--" the older boy sobbed, shaking violently.
"Hush...You're *not* going to die...and I'm here Seifer. All this will soon be over." Squall whispered, letting the
blonde pull him closer. Squall didn't remember when was the last time he was this afraid. All he could do was
hope that he was right, that all this *would* be over soon.
::::::To be continued:::::::
***AN: Ok...this chapter didn't turn out like I wanted it to. I think it sucks, but I'm too tired now to re-write it.
Also, I have no idea how I'm gonna make the story go lemony...Well..I guess it's a start that Seifer and Squall
are room-mates ^^ And Seifer will be clean and clear soon ^^ I'd be very happy to hear your thoughts and
suggestions again ^_^
-Yorda