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Living with Heart

Act VI

 

It had been a week since Squall's first time sleeping with Laguna. The President was surprisingly aggressive in the bedroom, not exactly something he'd believe if he hadn't experienced it for himself. As it was, he'd run out of potions and found himself walking stiffly most of the time.

 

Was it normal for a man pushing fifty to be so sexually charged? Squall supposed it made sense in a warped sort of way. Nothing about their relationship was normal. Laguna was man of fairness and deep desires. Laguna was also a man who could not see him as a son, proven by the events transpiring on his first night in the estate.

 

Squall was fairly certain of his conclusions, aptly able to read people. As much as Laguna may have truly wished to play the part of his father, it just wasn't going to happen. And as much as Cid wanted him to play the part of the son, being the President's lover was far more satisfying and tolerable.

Currently, Squall sat leisurely against the trunk of one of those odd looking trees. Laguna had told him it was a Plumwood, which the former Commander didn't think was too inventive. His bodyguard was nearby, continually warning him that it was going to storm soon.

 

Flipping open his cell phone, he searched through the bank of numbers. Finding the one he was looking for at the top of alphabetized list, he send the call through.

 

It was few rings before the other end picked up, a baritone voice saying, “Almasy.”

 

“Seifer,” Squall said, knowing his former rival could recognize his voice.

 

“Squally-boy,” Seifer greeted with a soft chuckle, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

 

Rolling his eyes at the way Seifer managed to come across as arrogant even over the phone, the brunet got right to the point. “I need your help.”

 

“Oh?” the ex-knight intoned with avid interest. “What could the world's wonder boy need my help for?”

 

“I'm serious Seifer, I need your help.” After a moment, he added on, “Cid can't know.”

 

Becoming serious, the blond's voice betrayed a hint of concern. “You in trouble Leonhart?”

 

“I imagine I will be,” the brunet replied evenly.

 

Grumbling on the other end, the blond knight warned, “This better not be a domestic dispute. I'm not telling you how to handle Rinoa, if I had to find out for myself then so do you.”

 

“Actually,” Squall began tentatively, “It does have to do with Rinoa.”

 

“Look,” the blond on the other end started in with a short temper, “you sound serious, but if you're asking for sex tips, I'm coming out there to kick your ass.”

 

“What makes you think I'd need sex tips?” Squall quipped, not liking any respectable SeeD to think he'd be such a fool as to ask for help over screwing his girlfriend.

 

Seifer laughed, enjoying a good verbal match when the occasion called for it. “I dunno Leo, maybe because you only know how to suck cock and take it. I imagine the female anatomy is quite the mystery for you.”

 

“Fuck you,” Squall hissed. No one knew better than Seifer about his past, knowledge that the former knight was gracious enough to keep to himself, but taunted him in private about relentlessly.

 

“Yeah, yeah,” the blond placated, knowing that the topic was like an open wound for the abused little lion. “I know it's not your fault for being Cid's fuck toy. So, what's up?”

 

“How are you and your romantic dreams doing these days?”

 

“Shut up Leonhart, I'm not discussing it with you or anyone else,” the blond shot vehemently.

 

“I'm serious,” Squall asserted, “I'm not going to ask for your help unless I know.”

 

“What are you on about?”

 

“Do you miss being a knight?” Squall asked.

 

“And the brainwashing that comes with it? There was nothing romantic about it.”

 

Squall wet his lips, hoping to make headway. “If given the chance to become a knight again, to someone who wouldn't control you, would you take it?”

 

“You know, you're talkative when you want something,” Seifer commented.

 

Squall could read his old rival like an open book. The blond didn't want to answer, too afraid to admit that he hadn't learned from past mistakes. “I'm going to give up my knighthood with Rinoa, but I can't do something like that unless I know she'll have someone else.”

 

Silence was Squall's answer, no sound coming from the other end. “You still there Seifer?”

 

After the clearing of his throat, the blond answered, “Yeah, I'm here.”

 

“I won't lie,” Squall began. Seifer Almasy was one of the few people he actually wouldn't lie to. It was partly because Seifer could read him too well, knowing when he was being honest or not. “Last week, she got a little out of hand. She has this thing about wanting me to be more social and her shifting moods give some bad headaches. I figured you'd know what I meant when I say it's like tendrils of magic inside my head, urging me to do things.”

 

A heavy sigh sounded. “I know what you mean.”

 

“I can't be her boyfriend,” Squall said flatly, “But I have a feeling that if I'm not her boyfriend, I can't be her knight either.”

 

“Does she know?” Seifer asked.

 

“This is why Cid can't know. Dr. Odine put her in temporary stasis, he's working on suppressing her powers.”

 

“Holy fuck,” Seifer cursed giving off a low whistle after. “You've got Caraway's kid sealed without permission. That's a mighty hole you've dug my friend.”

 

Squall frowned, not appreciating being reminded of his predicament. “I've seen the way you look at her, and I know how it was always your dream to be a knight.”

 

“She's cute, but after seeing her with you I'm not sure I want a piece of it. She's gotten out of hand.”

 

“That's cause I don't know how to handle her,” Squall assured.

 

“Oh, trying to butter me up?” Seifer asked. “If you really wanna win me over, you can give me a blowjob. You have no idea how long it's been since I've had a good one.”

 

Squall grit his teeth. He could tell Seifer was already on board, probably doing flips over the prospect of becoming a knight again. Still, he couldn't exactly afford to deny the man whatever he asked for. “Let me guess, it's been about seven months.”

 

Seifer laughed. “How'd you know?” he commented huskily.

 

“Cause that's the last time I remember having to see your tiny prick.”

 

“Hey!” Seifer warned, “Watch what you say about my dick, it has a very sensitive ego.”

 

“I'm sure,” Squall said, rolling his eyes.

 

“Well, if I'm doing this, I'm coming out there for a week. I bet there's nothing like mooching off the President.”

 

“How soon can you get here?” Squall couldn't afford to delay. He'd been pushing it after keeping her under for more than a day.

 

“Are you that excited to blow me?”

 

“I'll let you fuck me if you get your ass out here by sundown,” Squall hissed.

 

“That's cold Leonhart, you know I can't possibly make in only an hour.”

 

“Seifer,” Squall sighed, “It's seven in the morning here.”

 

“No shitting?” the blond exclaimed, “Then I'll be there, one way or the other. And you can be sure I'll hold you to your offer.”

 

“Imagine how excited I must feel,” Squall comment sarcastically.

 

“Hey, I know how much you love me, you can't deny it. I'm gonna fuck you so hard-”

 

Squall hung up, assured that the blond would make good on his word. Seifer could be as lecherous as Irvine at times. His rival had never passed up an opportunity to use him for a quickie.

 

“That sounded like an interesting conversation,” James said from the other side of the tree trunk.

 

Scowling, Squall glared at the bodyguard, grateful for the client confidentiality clause in all bodyguards' contracts.

 

“Something I wasn't supposed to overhear?” the guard questioned with raised eyebrows, reaching up to take his sunglasses off.

 

“I didn't peg gossip as your style,” Squall stated impassively, still glaring.

 

“Down boy,” James soothed, holding his hands up. “I'm just curious. It's not my business, but considering I'll be around you for your duration in Esthar, I figured you might wanna make friends.”

 

“Do you make friends by eavesdropping?” Squall questioned.

 

“You knew I was nearby. I thought you would have heard me approach.”

 

Squall looked away, admittedly defeated by those words. The sandy blond man wasn't what he'd call antagonizing, just honest.

 

Just to be safe about keeping his little problem low key, Squall stated, “I invoke my right for your confidence.”

 

James smiled, politely pointing out, “You don't have it. I'm not under your employment.”

 

“I'm your charge, my privacy is mandated.”

 

“Not in Esthar it isn't. Palace guards report to one authority. President Loire is the only man who has any sway over the matter.”

 

“I see,” Squall said lowly, gritting his teeth.

 

“I'm not here to cause trouble, I'm here to watch over you. All I ask for is a heads up on when you'll be going public with your break up. There's a pool going, I could use the extra cash.”

 

Pocketing his cell phone, Squall crossed his arms. He wondered if he'd ever meet a person who wasn't prone to extorting him. “Sure, should I throw in a free blowjob also?”

 

James shook his head, a little wary about whether or not he kid was being serious.

 

Squall smirked, rather pleased to see someone who declined without raking their eyes over his body.

 

“What?” the light haired man questioned.

 

“Nothing,” Squall replied quietly.

 

“Squall!” Laguna called, trotting along the lawn to reach the brunet.

 

Squall watched with slight apprehension as the longhaired man came closer. There was always the concern that in the man's usual giddiness to see him, they'd be found out. However, hazel eyes seemed to spot James, knowingly establishing a different countenance.

 

The President was a rather handsome man, the type of person Squall watched inconspicuously whenever he could. Long raven tresses were bound in a loose band at the man's back. He often wondered why Laguna chose to keep it so long, but after twining his fingers in it when they were in bed, he appreciated it. It was soft to the touch and almost acted like a stress reliever to habitually twine it around his fingers.

 

“Morning,” Squall greeted when Laguna was close enough that he could speak quietly.

 

“You weren't there…” Laguna trailed off, wanting to say that the boy had been gone when he woke up but realizing they had company. The former soldier tried again, “I couldn't find you inside, I'd wondered where you'd gone.”

 

James casually donned his sunglasses again, hiding his watchful eyes. It seemed odd that the President never let the boy out of sight, always spending time together in private quarters. Though, rumor had it that the kid actually never knew the President until the war brought them together, and now President Loire was obsessed with bonding with his son.

 

Squall made a mental note to stay in bed with Laguna until they were both ready to leave next time. With a small shrug, he explained, “It's going to rain soon, I felt like being outside before it started.”

 

Pouting a little, Laguna sat down, wishing he could show some sort of affection, a simple hug or kiss.

 

Understanding what the older man was pining over, Squall leaned over and gave the President a small peck on the cheek. “Good morning,” he greeted again.

 

Blushing furiously, Laguna shot frantic looks from his son to the guard nearby.

 

“There's nothing wrong with a kiss on the cheek or a hug. I hear you're a pretty friendly person, you do it all the time with members of parliament,” Squall assured in a low whisper.

 

Grinning broadly, Laguna gave an affirming nod.

 

Squall cast a quick glance to see where James was, the tailing guard once again on the other side of the tree. Reaching out, he subtly groped Laguna's muscular thigh. “It'll take a lot more than a kiss on the cheek for anyone to know we're lovers,” he said softly.

 

Laguna swallowed nervously, his leg suddenly feeling like it was about to cramp up. Squall had a dangerous streak, pushing the limits at every opportunity. Returning the intimate gesture, he replied, “If you keep this up, I'm going to take right here against this tree.”

 

Biting his lip, Squall tried to keep his obvious lust hidden. Giving off a soft gasp, he couldn't deny how much he enjoyed it when the older man took charge. There were so many sides to Laguna that he could hardly keep up. “Is that a promise?” Squall questioned with want.

 

“Not today,” Laguna chuckled, “I have a surprise.”

 

**

 

Surprises were not usually something Squall enjoyed, especially when the most recent ones had included hoards of clothing Rinoa had bought him.

 

Revving the engine of the custom made motorcycle. Sleek black covering shined even during the cloudy day. With a v-four engine and aerodynamic build, Squall had no doubt it could go insanely fast. Squall couldn't help but grin at the sound. Glancing toward Laguna, he quirked a brow. “Never took you for the motorcycle type.”

 

Laughing at the boy's obvious pleasure, Laguna retorted, “My generation was the epitome of bike riders. I've been riding since I eight, it's been at least four months since I last went for a ride though.”

 

Squall eyed the endless horizon, excitement building at the prospect of just speeding across the scorched expanse with no destination in mind. He wasn't a practiced rider, but this wasn't his first time either. When he was sixteen, Seifer had been obsessed with motorcycles after seeing some movie, which meant he was dragged into it as well. They'd raced each other every chance they could.

 

“It's yours,” Laguna pointed out, then gestured back to the garage of other motorcycles he had. “Security will be monitoring us from the air the second we leave, but you'll hardly notice them. Let's go.”

 

Squall bit his lip, trying to refrain from acting like a bouncy Selphie. “Right now?” he questioned, too psyched to care that he sounded like an excited child going to the circus.

 

“No time like the present,” Laguna said with a laugh, sidling closer and leaning down to give the brunet a long, hard kiss. Parting before it became too heated, he retrieved the helmet from the ground and handed it over.

 

Licking his lips, Squall gave an appreciative smile. He knew Laguna was giving him the bike, a present for him as the man's lover. He was used to receiving gifts, though never something he actually wanted. He had to give the older man credit for figuring him out on this one. Not even he knew he liked riding until he was sitting down on the bike, the first time in several years, and starting it up.

 

They were out at some desolate junkyard, apparently one of Laguna's favorite haunting grounds. The President worked on all sorts of engines as a hobby of sorts. The extensive collection of motorbikes and motorcycles was kept under lock and key there, the best place to ride being the dry flat plains of the countryside. The nearby cliffs and light forestry made for good trails for the off road and sport bikes.

 

Even when it began raining, thunder clapping loudly as if the storm were chasing their heals, they road out. It didn't take long for Squall to get a feel for handling his new bike. For the first time in his life, he felt completely unrestrained, no choking collar around his neck or bars marring his view of the world.

 

Squall suspected that Laguna knew this, if only unconsciously, the older man had picked up on some need within him. He was grateful beyond words, silently promising to make their time together worth it for the President.

 

Eventually, the day had waned. Sadly, Squall was drawn back down to reality, the impending chink of his chains locking in place once again.

 

It was sunset by the time the junkyard's fencing came into view. The sun was at their backs, the storm having spent itself and giving way to a clear sky.

 

With trepidation, Squall saw an entourage of parked blacked cars and the familiar imposing form of his old rival. He'd forgotten about Seifer.

 

“Laguna,” Squall called to man who rode even with him, “I meant to tell you, I called Seifer Almasy and asked him to come.”

 

“What?” the longhaired man returned with incredulity.

 

Laguna came to a premature stop, expecting Squall to do the same. The brunet followed, turning around to back track a little.

 

Squall removed his helmet, tossing his head a bit to cool it down. His longish strands were limp and damp, proof of how long they'd ridden without rest. Facing opposite his father, he came so close their knees were touching. “I said I'd give up my knighthood for you,” Squall explained. “I've known Seifer for a long time, I trust him with Rinoa.”

 

As touched as Laguna was that Squall was going to go so far as to give up being a knight, he felt more prone to jealousy at the moment. “Last I knew, he didn't do so well as a sorceress' knight.”

 

“Ultimecia was insane, it wasn't his fault,” Squall defended, “But, I know he can be Rinoa's knight better than I can.”

 

Laguna looked sternly forward at the assembly of guards in the distance. No doubt the blond SeeD's unexpected presence had caused some trouble.

 

“I can't sever my ties with Rinoa unless Seifer takes my place,” Squall stated solemnly.

 

Hazel green eyes turned to meet stormy blue. “You'd do this for me?” he questioned once more, still feeling as though it were a great sacrifice considering they'd done little else but fool around for the past week. Somehow, he didn't see Squall as the romantic type, making gestures of love openly. In fact, Laguna was a realist in many matters, including love, and felt rather certain that Squall didn't actually love him at all.

 

Squall took a deep breath, glancing out at the horizon and the orange sun falling below the flat plain. He thought about the unforgettable excursion he'd just gone on, inexplicably pleased over it all. “Yes,” he answered firmly, a soft smile tugging his lips upwards. “If we can go out again,” he added, turning to regard the man he'd corrupted and turned into his lover.

 

As the father and son returned, Seifer watched with curiosity. He kept his sharp jade eyes focused on every exchange, from a small glance to a pat on the back. It wasn't until President Loire came nearer that he understood why he felt suspicious.

 

“Stand down, he's a guest,” Laguna waved off the uptight sentry of palace guards.

 

With a shake of hands, Laguna and Seifer met face to face for the first time. Seifer had skipped out during the celebration party, his condolences given to Squally-boy for having to attend.

 

“President Loire, I'm going out on a limb here, but I'd say my arrival was unexpected.”

 

Laguna shot his son a quick look. “Quite,” he returned, taking in the blonde's tall frame.

 

With an impish grin, Seifer turned to his long time rival and gave the brunet a backbreaking hug, wrangling a shocked yelp from the younger man. Chuckling, he set Squall down before whispering, “You're getting fucked hard for this one.”

 

Hazel green eyes narrowed, never suspecting Squall to be so close to the blond man.

 

TBC…