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CHAPTER 10: And now here's daddy

 

Laguna Loire was not in a very good mood. He and his current wife Shauna had gone out for dinner then afterwards had gone to a play. After the play they had been invited backstage for a party for the cast, crew and a few select guest.

 

When they finally arrived back home it was well past 2:00 in the morning. Entering the house he heard the private line in his office ringing. Which alarmed him. No one but family used that line and since it was so late he knew that something was wrong. Rushing past his wife he answered the phone in a frantic, “Hello.”

 

“Dad. I'm glad you're finally home. I've been trying to get a hold of you since 7:00 last night.” Ben's voice came over the line.

 

“Ben what's wrong?” He asked, praying that none of his children were hurt.

 

“Dad I'm in jail. Could you please come and bail me out?” Ben's whiney voice came through to him.

 

“Why are you in jail?” Laguna said relieved. Jail he could live with. But if one of his children were hurt, that was another matter entirely.

 

“I don't want to discuss it over the phone. Please dad. I can't handle being here.” Ben pleaded.

 

“Fine, I'll be there in about 45 minutes.”

 

“Dad, I'm in San Francisco.” Ben said.

 

“Why didn't you ask Squall to bail you out?” Laguna asked him.

 

“Because he's the reason that I'm here.” Ben whimpered. “I wouldn't bother calling him, he had some guy with him when he got home.”

 

“I'll be there as soon as I can, and once I bail you out we are going to go pay a little visit to your brother.” Laguna snapped and slammed the phone down. Damn it, his leg was starting to cramp up. He had been injured in the line of duty while he had been a Master Chief in the Navy Seals. There had been severe damage done to the muscle tissue in his leg and because of it he now walked with a permanent limp and the damn thing cramped up at the most inopportune times.

 

Turning he saw his beautiful wife standing in the doorway, she crossed the room to where he was standing and looped her arms around his waist, “What's wrong honey?”

 

“I have to go to Frisco and bail Ben out. Then I'm going over and having a nice long talk with Squall about the priorities of family.” He growled and returned her hug and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. “I'll see you when I get home.” Then releasing her he left the house got into the Mercedes and preceded to take the long drive to San Francisco.

 

When he finally arrived at the prescient where Ben was being held it was just after 5:00 in the morning. He was well past the point of exhaustion and knew that there would be no way in hell that he could safely drive back home to Monterey. After he took care of the business with getting Ben bailed out and with Squall he would check into a hotel and grab some much needed sleep before he went back home.

 

When he found out what the charges were he was shocked. He knew that Squall and Ben didn't get along, but to have his brother arrested on some trumped up charge of B and E. He wondered what had possessed Squall to do such a thing.

 

After he posted bail he waited while Ben was processed out. He had questions and he wanted answers.

 

“Dad. Thank you so much.” Ben said when he joined his father.

 

When they got out to the car, Laguna turned to his oldest son and said, “I want to know why Squall had you arrested?”

 

“I don't know dad. All I did was go to visit my little brother, when he got home he had some guy with him, who was really mean to me. And Squall didn't stick up for me. Instead he gave that guy his gun and told him to shoot me if I moved. Then dad, he called some of his buddies on the force and told them that I broke into his house and they arrested me.” Ben pouted. “If all they wanted to do was knock boots they could have ask me to leave and I would have. Do you want to know what else he said dad. He said that if I ever came to his house again that he would shoot me and throw my body in the bay.”

 

Laguna's knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. He was not happy with his son right now. He knew that Squall was gay and he was okay with it, but when sex was more important to you then your family, well one Squall Leonhart had a lot of explaining to do.

 

When they pulled up in front of Squall's house it was just before 7:00. Exiting the car Laguna limped up the sidewalk to the front door. “Give me the key Ben.” He snapped at his son who had followed him up to the house.

 

Ben extracted the key from his pocket and handed it to his father. Laguna tried the key and found that it no longer worked. Now he was even angrier so instead of using the doorbell he pounded on the door.

 

The pounding on the door shattered the quiet sanctuary of the house. Squall jumped out of bed and pulled on his robe. Glancing at the clock he saw that it wasn't even 7:00 yet so he doubted very seriously that it was the plumber.

 

Going to the front door he yelled, “Who is it?”

 

“Squall Rayne Leonhart, open the door this instant young man.” Laguna's bellowed.

 

Seifer peeked over the edge of the couch yawned and stretched, “I take it that's not the plumber.”

 

“No, it's my father.” Squall replied as he turned off the alarm and opened the door, where his angry father and smug looking brother greeted him.

 

“You have some serious explaining to do young man.” Laguna roared at him as he shoved past his startled son dragging Ben with him and slammed the door with a resounding thunk. Then he saw Seifer who had pulled himself up in a sitting position, “So is this your newest boyfriend?”

 

“Seifer's my partner.” Squall said, shaking his head to try and clear the cobwebs of sleep that had gathered there.

 

“Partner, boyfriend, lover, fuck buddy. I don't care what you want to call it. But when you don't allow your family to come and visit that is uncalled for. Ben told me that you were being a real asshole and had him arrested. Just so you could screw the socks off your new boyfriend.”

 

“Seifer is my partner on the force.” Squall was now wide-awake and pissed. His voice which had started out in a deadly whisper increased in volume as he snarled at his father, “The reason I had Ben arrested was that he broke into my house. My house, with his friends and threw a god damned fucking party! We were up past midnight cleaning up the mess they made. If Fujin, Chris and Connie hadn't come over and helped we probably would still be doing it.”

 

Before Squall could continue his explanation the doorbell rang. Brushing abruptly passed his father he yanked the door open.

 

“Hi, I'm here from Roto Rooter, it says you have a clogged toilet.” The man said.

 

“Come in.” Squall told the plumber, and allowed him entry, “Seifer could you please show him where the bathroom is?” Squall asked over his shoulder. He turned to Ben and growled, “I told you that you were no longer welcome in my home. Now get out!” He pointed at the door.

 

“Dad.” Ben whined yet again.

 

“Now son…” Laguna started but realized that Squall had just admitted a plumber into the house, “Why is there a plumber here this early in the morning?”

 

Squall glared at his older brother and snapped, “Because one of his moronic friends shoved two rolls of toilet paper and god knows what else down the commode and flooded the bathroom.”

 

Squall briefly paused and said softly, “Dad they trashed my house. Look at what they did to my piano.” He pointed over to the corner where the baby grand was still on its side. Last night they had removed the trash from it and picked up the broken keys. But there was no way that the three men could have moved it. “Do you have any idea at all how much it's going to cost me to replace it?”

 

“It's not like you can't afford it rich boy.”

 

Squall shook his head sadly, “I'm going to make some coffee.” Then stepped past his father and went into the kitchen.

 

Laguna turned and saw what was left of Squall's piano and it broke his heart. He glanced up and saw the painting of his beautiful deceased wife Raine and their son. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the smug look on Ben's face. Limping over to him he backhanded him across the face. “Get out of my sight, Benjamin David, before I forget that you're my son and shoot you myself.” Laguna's usually cheerful face had gone black with anger.

 

Squall yanked a bag of coffee beans out of the freezer, poured some into the grinder and ground them. Grabbing the coffee pot he filled it and poured it into the coffee maker then added the freshly ground coffee to the filter. Shoving it back into place he turned it on. By now he was so angry he was shaking. Damn it to hell anyway, he didn't appreciate being woken up and read the fucking riot act. This was his house. His! And it irked the hell out of him that his god damned brother had brought their father into the middle of it.

 

Sometimes his father really pissed him off. Like now, instead of finding out the entire story he jumped to the wrong conclusions automatically believing one person. Hearing someone enter the kitchen, he pivoted around and saw it was his father. Crossing his arms over his chest and with his jaw clenched tight he snarled, “Do you want to know what else was destroyed?”

 

Laguna had watched the blond leave the bathroom and come back over to the couch where he grabbed the quilt and folded it. After placing the pillow on top of it he went into Squall's bedroom. He was feeling really contrite now. In his anger he had forgotten that out of his older children that Squall was the one who understood the importance of family the most. He needed to apologize to his son, so he turned and limped slowly into the kitchen.

 

The venom in his son's voice didn't startle him. Squall had every reason to be pissed off not only at Ben but also at him. “Squall. Son, I'm sorry. I should have known there was a legitimate reason why you did it, instead of just taking Ben at his word.” Laguna smiled at his son.

 

Squall didn't answer right away, he was still really angry. Before he could reply to his father, Seifer came into the kitchen he had changed out of his sweats into a pair of jeans and a tight blue tee shirt.

 

“Squall, sorry to interrupt. But the plumber said that he needed to talk to you.” Seifer offered.

 

“Could you excuse me please? I'll be right back.” Not waiting for a response he left the kitchen and returned to the living room where he found the plumber who had a grim expression on his face waiting for him.

 

“I can only surmise by the look on your face that it's not good.” Squall said.

 

“No. It's not.” The plumber replied.

 

“Five minutes. Give me five minutes to go and get dressed then you can give me the prognosis.” Squall said trying not to be harsh with the man. Walking to his bedroom he went into the bathroom first and washed his face and brushed his teeth. Finishing that he returned to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of jeans and red tank top.

 

When he returned to the living room, he walked over to where the plumber was still standing, “Well?”

 

The plumber let out a long breath, “Mr. Leonhart, I managed to get to get a roll of toilet paper out, but there's still something clogging the drain.”

 

“Probably the other roll that was shoved down it.” Squall replied coldly.

 

Forgetting the fact that he was a professional the plumber exploded, “What kind of stupid imbecilic dumb ass shoves two rolls of toilet paper down a toilet?”

 

“The drunk kind.” Squall replied honestly, with a chuckle.

 

Seth, the plumber, sized the young man up and down. He was a good judge of people. Being in his line of work you meet all kinds, this young man standing in front of him didn't seem like the type that would get drunk and that he was extremely intelligent. “I'm going to have to remove the commode so I can get the other roll out.”

 

“Fine.” Squall replied. “Do you need to know where the water vein is?”

 

“No. Since the water flow was shut off behind it I can manage that way.” Seth answered and went back into the bathroom to continue working.

 

Squall watched him depart and smelling the rich aroma of coffee wafting out of the kitchen walked over to the door.

 

After Squall had left Seifer introduced himself to Laguna, he really didn't want to like him, especially after the way he had called Squall on the carpet, but he had been unable to help it. Laguna's friendliness was contagious. And of course he had apologized for his earlier assumptions. Seifer asked, “So what do you do for a living?”

 

“I'm a former cock swinging, M-16 toting Navy Seal. But I was injured in the line of duty and have since retired. But that's okay, I'm enjoying staying home with my family and trying to manage the fortune that Squall has helped me amass.” Laguna offered to Seifer.

 

“How did he do that?” Seifer questioned.

 

“Through some excellent investment opportunities. Granted I'm nowhere near as wealthy as he is, but with my pension and interest from those investments my family and I live quite comfortably. More coffee?” Laguna offered noticing that Seifer's cup was empty. Laguna liked Seifer Almasy. Like his son he found the tall blond smart and funny. And he kicked himself for automatically believing Ben. He asked Seifer what had happened and the young mans response had been that he needed to talk to Squall about it.

 

“That would be great.” Seifer replied. He was intrigued, he knew that Squall had money, he just wasn't aware of how much. “Not that it matters. But how wealthy are we talking here?”

 

Laguna let out a deep sigh. It wasn't his place to discuss his son's finical worth. Laguna grinned at him, “That's something that you need to discuss with Squall. Let's just suffice to say that if he chose not to work he wouldn't have to. Now what about you?”

 

“Well I'm originally from Texas, went to U of T played some football and had a chance to go pro. Woke up one morning after a night of heavy drinking with one hell of a hangover and a tattoo above my dick. That day at practice I spent more time puking then I did anything else, then saw one of my friends get seriously hurt. Went to bed that night and when I woke up the next morning I thought about what I was doing with my life.”

 

Seifer paused and took a long swallow of coffee, “After seeing Deacon get injured I knew that it could very well have been me. One serious injury and I'd be out of the game. I Talked to a guidance councilor to find out what my options were. Took a whole slew of test and the one that interested me the most was law enforcement. After I graduated went into the academy and became a cop.”

 

“So what brought you to California?” Laguna asked him.

 

“I'm 28 years old and there was really no possible advancement for me if I stayed in Texas. So I moved out here to the land of sunshine and string bikinis.” Seifer joked.

 

“So how is that you wound up living with my son?” Laguna questioned.

 

“Because I was informed that I couldn't get good parking for $1,000.” Seifer replied.

 

Laguna snorted, “He's right you know.”

 

When Squall entered the kitchen and found his father and Seifer engaged in a friendly banter. “Please tell me that you left me a cup.” His soft voice interrupted their conversation and smirked when both men jumped.

 

“You know I hate when you do that!” Laguna groused good-naturedly. “Bells Squall. Next time I come to visit, I'm going to bring bells to tie on every pair of shoes that you own.” Laguna finished the last with a yawn.

 

Squall chuckled his father had been threatening to tie a bell around his neck for years. “What about my toes since I happen to barefoot right now?”

 

“That too.” Laguna shook his head tiredly.

 

“Dad why don't you sack out on the couch?” Squall offered as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

 

“I,” yawn, “think,” another yawn, “excuse me please, might just do that.” Laguna smiled at his son and yawned again. Dumping the last of his coffee down the sink he rinsed the cup and put it in the dishwasher, left the kitchen went over to the couch kicked off his shoes and collapsed.

 

Squall took a deep, long, swallow off his coffee and grinned at Seifer and offered, “Don't worry about waking him up. A nuclear explosion could happen on top of him and he'd sleep through it. But if we played reveille he'd be up in a matter of seconds. If you're still tired you can use my bed to catch some more sleep.”

 

“Sounds great. What about you?” Seifer replied to the offer.

 

“Why Seifer after the plumber leaves, I'm going to join you of course.” Squall joked and stretched his lean sinewy body upwards.

 

“Fine just don't get to close I drool in my sleep.” Seifer answered in kind, a smirk on his sensuous mouth he was trying not to gape at Squall but was finding it almost impossible. Considering when Squall stretched up it caused the tank top to pull up past his tight abdomen where he saw that the younger man had a yin-yang symbol tattooed around his bellybutton and that his navel was pierced.