Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Junkie-love ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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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: Took me some time to write this chapter. I haven't had any inspiration, and I
practically forced myself to sit down and write this chapter tonight. I think it's not so good,
but it has to be written, so that I can write the last chapter, which will be all lemon ^_~
The chapter's also probably a bit confusing...sorry. And I'm kinda tired, 'cause it's 4.30 am, so
forgive me if there are mistakes in the grammar or spelling, or if there are any other
mistakes.

Chapter 8:

Squall kept hugging his knees to his chest, his grey eyes staring blankly at the opposite wall.
He had been doing that for some time now. The groan Squall heard Seifer let out finally
caused him to blink his eyes and look to his right.

"H-he's gonna die! I have to get help!" With this said, Squall bounced up from the bathroom
floor and dashed out into the main room. The brunette left the room in a hurry, not even
stopping to get dressed. With shaky legs, he ran down the stairs into the hotel lobby,
receiving a disapproving look from receptionist.

"Help..." Squall managed to whisper as he leaned against the counter, trying to catch his
breath.

"What's the matter young man?" the woman behind the wooden counter asked, eyeing
Squall's half-naked body.

"Call an ambulance!" Squall ordered with a hoarse voice. He straightened himself and pointed
at the telephone behind the receptionist. Slowly the old woman turned around to see what
Squall was pointing at.

"What? I didn't hear you dear, I-"

"Call. An ambulance. *Now*!" Squall yelled, slamming his fist against the counter.
"Send them into room 204, and *hurry*!" the brunette added, as he was already making his
way to the near by staircase. Squall ran upstairs as fast as his legs would allow him to. Soon
he was with Seifer again, kneeling beside him. Squall made sure the blonde still had a pulse.

"Stupid ass! Seifer you *stupid ass*!" the brunette hissed while he kept stroking Seifer's
cold forehead. "Why?" he sobbed and tried to shake and slap Seifer awake, knowing it was all
in vain. The brunette felt like he had waited forever, when he finally heard voices coming from
behind him.

"Move aside son." A man's voice called from behind Squall's back. He felt a hand grab him by
his bare shoulder and pull him out of the bathroom. Squall sat down on the bed and watched,
bewildered, as more men, dressed in white, made their way into the bathroom. It all looked
like a slow-motion film to him.

"Ok, what do we have here?" one of them spoke.

"Obviously an overdose...check this syringe." Another person answered, kneeling down to feel
Seifer's pulse. "He's alive...barely. But the boy still has a chance. Get the barrow and we'll lift
him up, quickly! ...Make sure his mouth is empty before you make him lie on his back, or he'll
be asphyxiated." Squall blinked his eyes when the men came out from the bathroom, carrying
the unconscious Seifer with them.

"The ambulance is waiting for us outside the hotel. We're taking him to Balamb hospital. You
want to come and join your friend young man? There's room in the car." one of the medical
officers asked Squall. The brunette looked up and met the man's eyes, his brows knitting
together in confusion. When Squall just kept staring, the man repeated his question, sounding
a bit annoyed.

"No." Was all Squall said as he shook his head, lowering his face, letting his eyes rest on the
carpet.

"Fine, have it your way then. Now, let's move on, hurry!" the man turned away from Squall,
the other two men following him out of the room with Seifer on the barrow. After a short
moment, Squall could hear the sirens of the ambulance, the sound soon growing distant. The
brunette let his eyes travel around the room 'till he found his clothes, still scattered on the
floor. Squall got up from the bed and quickly got dressed. He felt his eyes sting and fill with
tears, but wouldn't allow himself to cry. 'Pull yourself together Leonhart.' Squall told himself
and kept biting his lower lip so hard, that he could soon taste blood. The brunette left the
room, not bothering to close the door after him. Squall kept swallowing, trying to make the
lump in his throat disappear. When he reached the hotel lobby, he was greeted by the
hysterical receptionist. The woman hurried from behind the counter to grab Squall's arm.

"Oh dear, oh dear! Young man, what happened?! Is your friend going to be ok?" the lady
babbled, pulling at Squall's arm. The brunette remained silent and kept walking towards the
hotel entrance, not even turning to look at the receptionist, hanging on his sleeve. When
Squall reached the doors, the woman released the brunette's arm, blinking in confusion.
"D-don't worry about the bill.." she called after Squall.

It was still an early morning, so there weren't many people on the streets. Squall kept walking
to the direction of the only hospital in the small harbour town. Even if the sun was shining and
the morning was perfect, darkness was clouding Squall's heart.
'He's gonna die...he is, I know it. I-I couldn't help him after all...' the brunette was deep in
thought, but stopped when he finally reached the courtyard of Balamb hospital. Slowly Squall
raised his face and kept staring at the entrance. For a long time he just stood there, trying to
force himself to step forward.
'I won't go...I know he's not gonna make it. All the ones I care about are always taken away
from me...so I won't go.' Squall told himself and let out a sigh. He put his hands into his
pockets and turned around, leaving the hospital courtyard.

************** Three months later***************

Squall was crying in his sleep, having one of his nightmares again. He kept wriggling on the
bed, pulling at the sweat-soaked sheets. The dream was the same every night. Images of
Seifer filled Squall's mind and caused him to cry aloud.

"Don't die... Seifer...p-please, no...*NO!*" Squall bounced up on the bed, blinking his eyes.
He brought his right hand up to his heaving chest, forcing himself to calm down.

"Just a dream..." the brunette told himself and glanced to his right. The alarm clock on the
nightstand told him it was still small hours. Squall rubbed his face and used his other hand to
turn on the table lamp. He narrowed his sleepy eyes when the room was filled with dim light.
Squall kicked the damp bed sheets aside and stood up from his bed. He made his way to the
bathroom and got undressed. Squall stepped into the shower, closing his eyes and enjoying
the feeling of warm water on his bare skin.

'These nightmares are killing me...' the brunette sighed and pulled the shower curtain aside,
eyeing himself from the mirror, placed on the opposite wall. Squall frowned at his reflection.
His eyes were surrounded by dark rings, caused from the lack of sleep. The brunette had been
suffering from the same nightmare for almost three months now. The memories of
unconscious Seifer, lieing on the bathroom floor kept haunting Squall in his dreams.
The brunette pulled the shower curtain back and continued his shower, letting the bathroom
fill with hot steam.

'I know he's not dead...the headmaster told me so, when he called the hospital...Then, why
am I still having these nightmares?' Squall asked himself as he let his hands travel on his lean
body. 'It's been three months now...He's probably back on the streets again, hooked like he
was before...otherwise he'd be back here with me, wouldn't he?' Slowly the brunette lowered
his right hand, letting his long fingers touch the skin above his crotch. The feeling instantly
brought a flash to his mind. A flash of him and Seifer, making love in the hotel room. Squall's
eyes shot open and he pulled his hand back. The brunette let out a cry of agony, and leaned
against the tiled wall.

"Fuck you Seifer Almasy!" he yelled and slumped down on the shower floor. Squall felt anger
boil inside him. He brought his hands up to grip his long strands, pulling at his hair so hard it
hurt. 'You pitiful junkie...you were only using me...you only wanted my body, didn't you...?'
Squall was breathing hard, gritting his teeth in anger. 'If you really had cared about me,
you...you would have at least tried to stay clean...After the hell you went through, how could
you slip so easily Seifer?' Squall opened his eyes when the water was starting to turn cold. He
stood up and turned the shower off. For some time the brunette just stood there, dripping
water and shivering from cold.

"I miss you Seifer...God I hope you'll take care of yourself, where ever you are." Squall
whispered, his voice almost unnoticeable. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a clean
towel, twining it around his shivering body. He didn't bother combing his hair, and just made
his way into the main room. The brunette walked to his wardrobe, glancing at the alarm clock,
noting it was already 5.00 am. 'Shit, I have to get up in an hour.' Squall threw the towel on
the floor and pulled out white pyjama pants and got dressed. He turned the table lamp off
and slumped down to his bed, feeling more tired than ever. 'I guess I'll just take one day's
sick-leave.' He told himself as he felt sleep take over.

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Squall moaned in his sleep when he felt something touch his cheek. The brunette's brows
knitted together just slightly and he slowly forced one of his eyes open. Squall managed to
see there was someone sitting on his bed, touching his cheek. The brunette studied the
person through narrowed eyes, the bright daylight hurting his eyes.

"Zell!? W-what are you doing in my room?" Squall muttered, sounding annoyed. He turned
around so that he was facing the wall. The brunette frowned when he suddenly felt the hand
stroke his neck. "What the hell do you think you're doing Zell!" Squall growled, pulling the
sheets over his head, forcing the hand to disappear.

"Hey, come on! I'm much better looking than the chicken-wuss!"

Squall immediately recognised the voice. His eyes shot open and he was suddenly wide
awake. The brunette threw the blankets aside and sat up. Squall's grey-blue eyes met with
Seifer's green ones.

"This *is* still my room too, is it not Squall?" the blonde asked, the trademark smirk on his
face. All Squall could do was stare. 'Is this a dream?' he asked himself, slowly bringing his
right hand up, guiding it towards the blonde's face. Squall watched, bewildered, as the smirk
on Seifer's lips turned into a gentle smile. The brunette saw the lips part and move, and knew
Seifer was speaking to him, but all he heard was the blood rushing through his veins.
'This is *not* a dream...' Squall let his hand brush against Seifer's cheek and met the
blonde's eyes again.

"Squall? Did you hear what I just said to you?" Seifer asked Squall, looking slightly confused.
"Are you ok Squ-" The blonde was cut off in the middle of his sentence. The hand on his cheek
suddenly twined around his neck into a painful death-grip. Seifer met Squall's eyes, surprised,
when he saw the anger in them. The brunette brought his other hand up as well, to join with
the other. Squall forced Seifer down on the floor and straddled him, tightening the hold
around the blonde's throat.

"How could you Seifer!?...After all you went through...after I helped you...after we---" Squall
went silent, lowering his face, a small blush creeping to his cheeks. Seifer was watching
Squall, his emerald green eyes wide open, surprised by the younger man's unexpected
reaction. When the hold around his throat tightened even more, Seifer brought his own hands
up, forcing Squall to let go. It wasn't hard, for the blonde was much stronger than the
younger brunette.

"Arrrgh! I hate you Seifer! Do you have any idea how much I missed you...and feared you
were dead! Lieing in some dump pit, half dead, in a drug-stupor!" Squall growled when he
was pushed aside by Seifer. The blonde brought his right hand up to his neck, trying to catch
his breath. Squall turned around, refusing to let Seifer see he was finally crying. There was a
moment of silence before the brunette spoke again.

"Do you know how awful it was to find you in that hotel bathroom, covered in your own
vomit? ...I've been having nightmares of that sight..." Squall whispered. The brunette let out
a surprised gasp, when he suddenly felt Seifer's arms twine around his waist and pull him into
the blonde's arms. Squall tried to rid himself of Seifer's hold, but the older man refused to let
go. "Seifer don't! I won't let you use me again!" the brunette hissed, leaning away as Seifer
pulled Squall tightly against his chest. Squall tried to get up and used his short fingernails to
scratch the blonde's arms.

"Squall...Don't struggle." Seifer whispered, waiting for Squall to calm down before continuing.
When the brunette realised Seifer wasn't going to let go of him, he let out a sigh and let the
blonde pull Squall's smaller frame into his lap. Seifer took in a deep breath.
"Squall...All I can say's that I'm sorry. I *never* meant it to happen...But I-I just couldn't
stop myself. You don't know what it's like; the craving for drugs. It's like you're not even in
control of your own body. I didn't *want* to do it, but still, I couldn't stop myself, even when
I knew what it would do to our relationship." With this said, Seifer could feel Squall flinch in
his arms. "What *relationship*?" Squall snorted. The blonde let out a sigh and closed his
eyes before continuing. "Squall...I didn't just want your body, if that's what you think...I *do*
care about you...a lot. You're my best friend, and---I was hoping we could be something more
than---just friends, Squall." Seifer tightened the hold around Squall's narrow waist and smiled
when the brunette didn't pull back.

"Squall, I'm clean and clear now. This time for good, I promise." The blonde whispered,
hesitantly moving his lips closer to Squall's left ear. "During the past three months I was in a
rehabilitation center...that's why I didn't come back to you." Seifer told the younger man,
feeling Squall finally relax and lean against his chest. "I know I should have told you where I
was, but...I wasn't so sure if I would be strong enough to recover..." Seifer spread his long,
slim legs, allowing Squall to move closer. The blonde opened his eyes and inhaled the scent of
Squall's messy hair.
"I'm sorry." He whispered one last time, and brought his hands up from the brunette's waist.
Gently Seifer made Squall turn around, so he could meet his eyes. For a long time Squall just
studied Seifer's features, gazing at the blonde intently. Seifer smiled when he saw the
brunette's lips turn up into a smile. He watched how Squall finally closed his storm-coloured
eyes and hesitantly parted his lips. Without thinking it any further, the blonde let his own eyes
close, cupped Squall's cheeks, and pulled the younger man into a hesitant kiss.

:::::::::::::::::To be continued::::::::::::::::

-Yorda