Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Or something ( Chapter 4 )

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

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Square/Enix. Also I don't own the name Evanescence.

CHAPTER 4: Or something

When they arrived at the office Kiro's indicated that they were to take the two chairs across from him. After they were seated he said, “The reason I called you two in here was to give you your real assignment. One of our informants has told us that there is some major drug traffic going on in Club Surge.” He paused and looked at Squall who had raised a non-amused eyebrow, and continued, “Squall you know people. People who will talk to you and no one else, that's why I'm having you do this.”

“I understand.” Squall replied.

“Good I knew you would. Contact me the usual way, I don't won't to see either one of you here until this case is closed.” Kiro's said, “And could you help Mr. Almasy find an apartment?”

“Sure not a problem.” Squall answered with an easy smile. “When do we start?”

“Tomorrow night. That's it.” Kiro's spun around in his chair.

Squall and Seifer rose from their seats and exited the room.

“Well Almasy first thing first....”

“Look Leonhart if were going to be partners perhaps we could refer to each other on a first name basis. Mine's Seifer.”

Squall smiled at him, “And mine's Squall. Like I was saying let's see about getting you sat up in an apartment, buying you furniture and if what you're wearing now is any indication of your wardrobe. New clothes wouldn't be out of the question either.”

“What's wrong with what I'm wearing?” Seifer asked. He was offended, he thought he looked really good in his button down western shirt, bolo tie, faded blue jeans and cowboy boots.”

“Nothing for an evening at Billy Bob's Kill em' and Grill em'.” Squall answered sarcastically. “Now come on, I'll grab the paper and we can go get some coffee and find you a place to live. What kind of price range are we talking about?”

“Oh I have about $1,000. Will that be enough?” Seifer replied.

Squall laughed, “You can't get good parking for that, let alone an apartment. And if you do hotel living you'll be busted flat in no time. Look my place is huge you can stay with me. Unfortunately you'll have to sleep on the couch for a while. I'm in the middle of remodeling my guest room and the furniture that I'm having made won't be ready for a couple of more weeks.” Squall finished with a friendly smile, but started laughing again at the look of shock on Seifer's face. “Don't worry Almasy I won't rape you in your sleep. Come on lets go drop your stuff off then I'm taking you shopping.”

Seifer picked up his duffle bag and followed Squall outside and into the parking garage. Seifer followed Squall over to a black 2007 BMW.

“This is yours.”

“Yes.” Squall answered and opened the trunk.

“So are you rich or something?” Seifer asked and threw his bag in the trunk.

Squall grinned, “Or something.”

They climbed into the car and when Squall started the engine Evanescence `Fallen' wafted softly from the stereo. Squall turned to Seifer and said, “If you don't like this I can put something else in.”

“No this is fine I really like them.” Seifer replied.

The drive to Squall's house on the point was spent with them talking, they discovered that they had a lot of the same taste in music. Their views on politics and religion were also the same. Both believed in god but not organized religion.

When Squall pulled into the driveway of the red brick house Seifer was once again shocked, “You live here?”

“Yes. It was my mom's and I inherited it when she was killed.” Squall replied softly.

“Do you mind me asking what happened?”

“She was hit by a drunk driver when I was five.” Squall replied sadly.

“Is that why you became a cop?”

“That's one of the reasons, but it was something I always wanted to do.” Squall answered and turned off the engine. “Come on and I'll show you Château Leonhart.”

Retrieving his bag from the trunk, Seifer followed Squall up the walk to the front door and into the house. He looked around while Squall turned off the alarm.

“What?” Squall questioned seeing the stunned look on Seifer's face.

Seifer was impressed he had only seen houses like this in the magazines that his sister used to bring home. It was tastefully decorated and nothing what he was expecting. The couch was overstuffed and upholstered in black brocade, as was the love seat. The coffee table looked like it was made from white oak, as was the entertainment unit where a state of the art television and stereo were sat up.

The only other furniture in the room was a baby grand piano that sat in the corner by the sliding glass doors that led out to the patio. Above the piano was a painting of an elegantly beautiful auburn haired woman who had a little boy who looked about four sitting in her lap. His tiny fingers spread out on the keys. His face was turned up gazing lovingly at the woman. Looking at the painting a little more intently Seifer saw that the little boy was Squall and the woman must have been his mother.

“It just wasn't what I was expecting.” Seifer replied honestly.

“I keep the bondage gear in the garage.” Squall laughed. “Make yourself at home, I'm going to change before we go out.” And walked towards one of the closed doors, giving Seifer more glimpses of that one butt cheek.

Seifer dropped his bag on the floor and made his way further into the house. “Get control of yourself Almasy. So what if he gave you the best hard on you've had in along time. He is a guy, and you are not gay.” Walking into the kitchen he saw that it was as tastefully decorated as the living room.

The walls were painted sunshine yellow. The cabinets and counter tops were a lighter yellow. The floor was checkered yellow and red. The appliances were the same red as the red on the floor. He was getting ready to get a glass of water when he heard from behind him. “If you're thirsty use the water in the cooler.”

Seifer turned and for the umpteenth time that day was stunned by Squall Leonhart. He had changed into a pair of black cotton trousers, a white long sleeved dress shirt that had the sleeves rolled up past the elbows. The white making his sun bronzed skin appear even darker. The biker boots were gone and in their stead were black leather dress shoes. The Ray Bans were once again pushed up on his head.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah. I didn't know where to put my bag so I just dropped it by the door.” Seifer said.

Squall walked to the front door and picked up the duffle bag and carried it into his bedroom. “Let's go.”