Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Price of Pleasure ❯ The Price for Pleasure ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Hi I'm new and this is my sad little contribution to the pretty boys
of FFVIII.

Disclaimer: These pretty boys of FFVIII belong to the all mighty
square. Please don't sue me I be sure to return them when I'm done
relatively unharmed. Crawford belongs to some really rich guy who
lives in Japan, but I'm not gonna tell you who because whoever is the
one to tell me what show Crawford belongs to and his group members.
I'll give them a gift.

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"Well done Seifer." A smooth tenor voice called out.

"Anything to serve you Crawford-sama." Seifer bowed respectfully but
retained his arrogant smirk.

"The run that you have skillfully and successfully completed have
contributed greatly to the well-being of our organization." Crawford's
elegant fingers raised the crystalline glass that rested on the
massive mahogany desk to his lips. Taking a small sip, he continued.

"I do believe that a reward is in order." Crawford smiled. It was a
cruel and vicious smile. A smile that can chill any heart and sent
shivers of fear down their spine. Seifer was no exception he shifted
nervously and involuntarily under his master's intense amber gaze,
though his ubiquitous smirk remained confident.

"You are too kind sir." Shifting his attention to the young man
dressed in a pristine white suit, Crawford spoke clearly in a stern
voice that allowed no questions.

"Please bring Mr. Alamasy his gift." The young man bowed and backed
out of the elegant office.

"Seifer I congratulate you on your success, and commend your
incredible skills."
The golden-eyed man poured and handed Seifer a glass of perfectly aged
red wine.

"Thank you."

"Have a seat Seifer." Crawford gestured to a nearby chair. Obeying the
command, Seifer took a seat in the designated chair.

"Come in." Crawford said as a soft knock was heard. Two figures
stepped into the opulent office.

"I have retrieved Almasy-sama's gift, sir."

"Very well. You may be excused." The young man again bowed and left
the room.

"Seifer, this is you gift." Crawford indicated at the figure that
stood silently in the middle of the office. The stranger had kohl
smeared stormy blue eyes that was framed by the fullest and thickest
set of lashes that Seifer has ever seen. Full Cupid's bow lips where
covered with a layer of shimmering gloss. Chocolate locks hung messily
around the delicate features. Soft black leather wrapped around the
figure's impossibly long and shapely legs like a second layer of skin,
leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. A strip of
strategically placed black leather served as covering for the slender
upper torso. He appeared female. His skin too soft and perfect; his
waist too narrow; his legs too long and slender; his eyes too
seductive; the sway of his hips too sultry. But his flat, well defined
chest, and narrow hip proved other wise. It was as if he walked out an
erotic wet dream. Exquisite.

"This is Squall," Crawford spoke as he beckoned the erotic brunette to
his side. "I hope he's to you likings." A vicious smirk appeared on
Crawford's handsome feature, as he recognized the obvious lust in his
eyes. "Squall, Mr. Alamasy is your new master. You will tend to his
every whim. As for now, please show him how much you appreciate him."

Squall spun around and strolled over to where Seifer was seated, his
face devoid of any emotion, his eyes dead and cold as ice. He glanced
at Seifer and gracefully dropped to his knees.

Should I continue?

Ps: tell me who Crawford and his group members are I'll give you a
gift. Why would I do this I have no clue.