Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Bloodcross Key: Arc 1: Shattered Knight ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Part 4:

The breeze rustled loosely through his over-sized blue shirt, the same pale blue-green as his eyes. It chilled his skin in tiny shivers. Brushing back his unruly fall of short golden bangs with a small hand, he hesitantly pattered across the sand cooling in the slowly fading light and warmth of the sun.

Another small boy, near his age, was kneeling on the beach, intently building an elaborately sculpted castle in the pale gold sand. His chestnut hair drooped softly over one blue-gray eye as a pink tongue darted over his lips in a gesture of concentration.

Seifer nervously approached the boy, his little heart pounding in the accelerated rhythm of smoke blue waves smashing to white foam against the shore.

"Hi," Seifer said with a weak smile.

The boy ignored him, firming the sand of an outer wall of the castle.

The blond boy bit a pouty lip. "Uh. Squall...umm...That's a good castle, Squall." He dropped to the sand next to the silent boy. "Can I help?"

Nothing. Squall quietly patted his creation, sand scraping his bare knees as he shifted to put his back to Seifer.

Seifer lowered his head, his small chest rising in a noiseless sigh. The gold-beige sand before him darkened with several tiny, gray-brown splatters. His trembling hands tightened into little fists. With a deep breath he shot to his feet, swiping his arm across his reddened eyes.

"Why? Why do you always ignore me!" he yelled, his voice faltering into an unintended squeak. His arms quivered, tight-fisted, at his side.

Pat, pat. Silence. Squall brushed aside his long chocolate bangs with his arm, careful to keep his sand-dusted hands from his face. Then he continued building his wall. Pat, pat.

Sea blue eyes, brimming with tears, narrowed. "Why?" the blond boy screamed again. And he lashed at the castle, kicking it into a flurry of dark clumps and beige-gold dust. Before letting him attack with more than a few kicks, Squall leapt at him, tackling him to the ground and blinding pounding the slightly larger boy.

"I hate you!" Squall hissed. "Why can't you leave me alone!"

Blow after blow fell haphazardly against Seifer's body, but with a painful precision he had to return just to defend himself. His blood reddened lips quirked into a faint smirk as his blue eyes glittered with the same smug smile. Oddly, and sadly, satisfied.

*****

A sad smile settled on his rose lips. And a single silver tear slipped into the oblivion of the black velvet pillow. Perhaps, if he had been awake, he would have savored the tear in wonder, knowing it to now be impossible.

Seifer's muscles relaxed. He unconsciously shifted onto his side, his long body tightly wrapped in a confining black gown, a low neckline revealing most of his strong, pale chest and a slit down the front freeing his pale, slender legs. A stark contrast against his golden hair and fair skin, black feathers at the dress' collar fluttered under his slow breaths, his magic-induced sleep too deep for their tickling against his cheek to disturb him.

Standing at the foot of the bed, a tall man watched. He slowly stroked his beard as his dark, lust-drunk eyes roamed the length of Seifer's beautiful body. Licking his lips, he knelt onto the bed, his soft fingers lewdly admiring the sleeping blond's smooth skin as they trailed up his legs.

The dark-haired man moved further onto the bed, his hands wandering under the velvet gown to caress strong thighs. Then, converged to fondle Seifer while he still slept.

******

The sand ground against Seifer's back as he thrashed at Squall in self-defense. Few of his own blows did any damage to the dark-haired boy. However, he didn't mean for them to do so.

Suddenly the attacks changed and so did Squall. No longer jarring pain. No longer the slight weight of the boy he secretly adored for so many years. The pain remained, but became the same pain his life had become. For how long, he no longer knew. He only knew is was far worse than letting Squall beat him senseless.

It crept slowly up his leg. He squirmed to escape the foul touch, the sand scratching bare skin the full length of his body. A body no longer a six-year-old boy's. His aqua eyes shot open, though he couldn't recall closing them, and fell upon a large shadowy figure looming over him.

The figure held him down, straddling his legs. Although he knew he should be capable of resisting, even overpowering his new attacker, something whispered in his mind that he deserved the abuse the figure intended even more than he deserved Squall's hate.

Squall. He turned his head to a movement at the edge of his sight. Still a boy, Squall stood staring down at him, a scowl on his face and hate in his eyes.

Their blue eyes locked, melted ice to cold steel. Squall smirked and folded his arms across his small chest. The beginnings of satisfaction, retribution, rose contentedly across his cute face as the figure on top of Seifer contorted the blond's slender legs over his shoulders and with no warning, mercilessly rammed and thrust into Seifer, tearing his body with bloody waves of searing cold agony.

Seifer screamed. In the pain, both in heart and body, of the violation -- although it was as familiar as his every breath to him now; In anguish, over the horrible things he had done to warrant such punishment; And most overwhelmingly, in heartbreak and loss, for Squall hated him so deeply there was no possibility of enough redemption to even be worthy to speak to him, no less love him. Yet, he would endure anything, give all of himself, if it brought even a small measure of gratification to the beautiful boy.

*****

The man's brow furrowed as he groped the soft flesh under his palms. Cursing quietly to himself, he crawled to Seifer's side and struck him across the face. A loud slap, then another, and another until Seifer shot awake, screaming.

A satisfied sneer crossed the man's face. Clapping a hand over Seifer's mouth, he smiled as the former knight finally stilled, staring at him with defeated blue eyes. Now that the gorgeous blond was awake and aware, he could begin a much more pleasurable game with his 'sorceress'. Just as he had paid for.

Next