[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

//Star-Light: Chapter 11//

//By Julie
//rated NC-17 for explicit sexual scenes
//yaoi content. Male/male having sex, getting each other off
//Parings: Squall/Seifer then Squall/Zell

//Disclaimer: Don't own them. But I wish I did - as do most normal people. But ONE DAY! they will be mine. Oh yes, they WILL be mine!!!

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Seifer lay in bed next to Kent. The room was dark and silent, the morning still a good hour away, but time was ticking past quickly.

Shifting with his brunette boyfriend in his arms, Seifer sighed. He couldn't help but feel the tingle of jealously. His favorite sex toy, and the man he still had feeling for, was in Dollet right now when that blonde kid. That hot blonde kid.

Clenching his eyes shut, Seifer tried to banish the thought away, trying to make his mind go blank. But it was no use. Jealousy had its dirty hold on Seifer's heart and wasn't planning on letting go any time soon.

Pulling slowly from Kent, Seifer sat up in the King sized bed. He turned, dangling his feet over the edge, leaning forward to put his face into his hands. Squall. And that kid. Chicobo... Zell.

Seifer sat up, sneering angrily. He never thought it would hurt this bad, his best friend and fuck buddy (and his love) finding someone else. Seifer never thought it possible that Squall would go to anyone else.

Squall had that naturally indifference about life. He didn't care one way or the other. He gave himself to Seifer, but not completely. At first, Seifer was hurt over that, but then he started to believe he did have Squall completely - as completely as anyone could have him.

Griever was Seifer's. Completely, through and through. But underneath, the beast full of vigorous emotion and undying hunger - The Squall - wasn't Seifer's. And Seifer had nearly convinced himself that The Squall didn't exist. That it was just some stupid dream. That Squall was just hallowed out, forever indifferent to everything and would always be so. But now that needle of doubt had sewn its way back into Seifer's mind.

What if Seifer just wasn't enough? What if, in the entire of what he gave Squall - which was/is everything he could - What if that wasn't good enough? What if Seifer's everything didn't even phase The Squall from underneath?

Those weren't 'What ifs' - those were 'truths.'

And Seifer fucking knew it.

Seifer shivered, not cold but feeling his hurt and anger rise. He slowly pushed himself out of bed, walking to pick his discarded clothes up and put them on.

He couldn't lay here with Kent anymore. Not when he'd just realized that what meant everything to him might be slipping away. He had Squall right now. Anything he asked the mighty lion to do, Squall would. Without complication. But - that little blonde - of whom Squall had snuck off to see without telling Seifer - of whom Squall had thought about without mention to Seifer - of whom Squall kept secret. And, of whom was now with Squall two hours away, probably having sex with him. - that blonde was wrestling Squall easily from Seifer.

What was so special that drew Squall to that tattooed blonde?

Sure, Seifer didn't know the depths of emotions that Squall might actually feel for the kid. But he did know that Squall had kept Zell private. Hiding him away. Keeping Zell a secret.

Seifer didn't know where he was going to go or what he was going to do. All he knew was he felt empty. And he wanted to be with Squall.