Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Leather makes me pant ( Chapter 13 )

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CHAPTER 13: Leather makes me pant

 

When Squall emerged from the bedroom 45 minutes later his transformation was complete. He had gone from the cover of GQ to the centerfold of Tease.

 

Squall was wearing black leather pants that were so tight you could tell that he wasn't wearing underwear, not that he ever bothered and if you stared at his groin you could see that he was semi-hard. He had left the top button undone and had turned it down to form a V. He had put on the biker boots that he had been wearing yesterday and a black leather vest sans shirt. That showed off his sculpted torso, the yin-yang tattoo around his navel and his nipple and belly button rings. Around his neck wasn't a slave collar but a platinum lions head necklace and in his right ear was a diamond stud.

 

He had teased his hair up into an elaborate rooster tail that draped over his face. He outlined his eyes with black eyeliner and had put just a hint of cherry lip-gloss on to give his pouty mouth a nice sheen.

 

While Squall had been getting ready Seifer grabbed the clothes that he had suggested and went into the other bathroom to change. He was sitting on the couch reading when Squall made his entrance. You would have to blind, deaf and mute not to be able to tell that Squall was gay. He put to words his shock, “Jesus Christ Leonhart. Could you look anymore gay?” But damn Squall looked hot, he was a wet dream walking around on two legs.

 

An eyebrow shot up on Squalls forehead. So Seif wanted to see if he could be anymore gay did he? He responded by fisting one hand in his hip. The other he snapped his fingers then placed them down into the gays communities' version of `Live long and prosper.' Pursing his lips he lisped, “Why yeth I can Mith Thang.” God he hated doing that. It was so stereotypical. The first time he heard someone speaking with a lisp, he wanted to suggest that they get a speech therapist. But Zell had told him that it was charming and cute. Personally it drove him crazy.

 

Seifer shook his head from side to side and started laughing. “You're not going to talk that way tonight are you?”

 

“Hell no. I'd either have a migraine headache or be ready for a trip to the insane asylum in about five minutes.” Squall replied. “But just to warn you ahead of time, yes we will be running into people that do talk that way. Then checking to make sure he had his wallet he turned to Seifer and said, “Are you ready?”

 

“Baby, I was born ready.” Seifer answered with a smirk and pulled his long body off the couch.

 

“Flirt.” Squall replied huskily and winked at him. “Keep talking like that Almasy and I might just forget my earlier promise about no taking advantage of you while you were asleep.”

 

Seifer waggled his eyebrows at him and replied huskily, “Tease.” And followed him out to the garage.

 

Squall unlocked the car doors and growled at Seifer, “Get in the car bitch.”

 

“What?” The shock was apparent in Seifer's tone.

 

“Isn't that what redneck foreplay is? Get in the car bitch. Get in the truck bitch. Get on the back of my bike bitch.” Squall smirked across the top of the car at him.

 

Seifer sneered at him and lost the scathing comment that he was going to reply with when he saw the ten speed hanging off hooks on the wall behind Squall, “Yeah! Nice Schwinn.”

 

Squall started laughing, “And you say I should be a stand up comic. Get in the car you dork.”

 

On the drive to the club Squall filled Seifer in on what he knew about Surge, “I've never been to this particular club but I know people that have and there are something's that I need to warn you about. Do not under any circumstances let anyone take you down to the basement.

 

“Alright, can I ask why?”

 

“From what I've heard every stereotypical thing that you've heard about homosexuals happens down there. I may tease you about taking advantage of you. But trust me on this Seif, you can and will be hurt. It won't matter how much you protest it will happen.” The softness had left Squall's voice and it had grown harsh.

 

“Why hasn't anything been done about it?” Seifer asked confused.

 

“That is something I don't know.” Squall answered.

 

“Is it safe to use the restroom? Or am I going to have to worry about my bladder exploding?”

 

“Yes it's safe to use the restroom. Just don't touch the walls.” Squall chuckled.

 

“Is there anything else I should know?” Seifer asked he was starting to feel a sense of dread in his stomach.

 

“Yes, don't drink anything unless you buy it and see the bartender pour it yourself and don't drink out of your glass if you've left it unattended.” Squall answered him honestly. “Also I think that you are going to need a plausible cover story to keep most of the men at bay.”

 

“What if I tell them that you and I are old friends? And I came to visit you after my previous lover dumped me?” Seifer offered.

 

“That's good. But tell them that he was killed in an automobile accident. His name was Ted and you were together for five years and you're still pretty much broken up over his loss. If you tell them that you were dumped they are going to try and help you forget him. If you say that he was killed, they will offer a sensitive ear for the most part. Keep it simple Seifer. Nothing to elaborate, the simpler the lie the easier it is to keep track of it.”

 

“What about you?”

 

“Honey I dumped my last boyfriend. There's no need to worry about being new faces, since the populace has the tendency to change.”

 

Arriving at the club Squall was actually surprised that they had an attended parking area. Parking the car they went into the club.

 

The minute they walked through the door they were surrounded by pulsating multicolored lights and throbbing music.

 

Going upstairs to the bar Squall ordered a club soda with a twist of lime for himself and a coke for Seifer. They were on duty and they would not be drinking. Even if they weren't Squall wouldn't drink anyway since he was driving. He never drank then got behind the wheel of a car.

 

“Squall?” A voice called from across the room.

 

Squall turned at the voice and jumped gracefully off the barstool, strutted over and hugged the man who had spoken, “Hi Edge. How have you been?”

 

“I've been good and yourself?”

 

“Trying to stay out of trouble.” Squall answered with a laugh.

 

“Any luck?”

 

“Hell no! I tried it and got bored within five minutes.”

 

Glancing over Squall's shoulder Edge saw Seifer leaning against the bar, “If you'll excuse me I think I just found my next ex.”

 

“Good luck with that.” Squall offered.

 

“Oh is he yours?”

 

“No. He's just a friend, who's staying with me for a while. Come on and I'll introduce you.” Squall replied and felt a knot of jealousy start building in his stomach. Looping his arm around Edge's waist he led him over to where Seifer was sitting.

 

“So if he's not yours what makes you think that I don't have a chance?” Edge asked, as they got closer to the bar.

 

“His life partner was killed about six months ago.” Squall answered softly. He and Seifer had worked out the rest of the logistics of Seifer's cover during the drive to the club.

 

“That's too bad.” Edge replied sincerely.

 

As they got closer to the bar Squall saw that Seifer was engaged in conversation with a man who had electric blue hair. “That's so sad you poor sweet thing. So what brings you to California?”

 

“I couldn't handle being in Texas anymore, everywhere I looked reminded me of Ted. So I called a friend of mine who lives here and asked if I could come and stay with him for a while. At least until it got a little easier to deal with the memories.” Seifer replied sadly.

 

“Seifer, sorry to interrupt, but Edge wanted to meet you.” Squall said and stopped beside his stool.

 

“Edge, this is my friend Seifer Almasy.”

 

“It's nice to meet you Seifer.” Edge replied to the introduction.

 

“Todd this is the friend I was telling you about…” Seifer began and was cutoff by the interruption.

 

“Squall Leonhart, how have you been?” Todd shrieked and jumped off the barstool he had been sitting on and threw his arms around Squall.

 

“Fantastic. And yourself?”

 

“The same. Now that I'm single again, I don't suppose that you've talked to Roxanne have you?”

 

“Yes, I've talked to Nathan. He said that you dumped him. Didn't give any specifics though.” Squall replied easily. “So why you'd do it Todd?”

 

“Because I found several pieces of my mom's jewelry in her possession. Then she had the audacity to tell me that mom had given them to her.” Todd snapped.

 

“Good reason.” Squall smiled at the blue haired man.

 

“And everybody knows why you dumped her. Now if you'll excuse me I have to mingle with the masses.” Todd said and swished off.

 

“Come on Squall let's dance.” Edge grabbed Squall by the arm and drug him downstairs where they hit the dance floor.

 

Seifer grabbed his and Squall's drinks and went over and sat down at one of the tables that gave a perfect view of the dance floor. Squall wasn't hard to miss he had a sleek natural grace and moved sensuously with the music. He was mesmerizing, his body moving in tempo with the loud music that blared out around the club. The colored lights flashed down on the dancers the bathing them in rainbow hues.

 

The dance over Squall tried to make his way back upstairs where he was stopped several times and asked to dance again and was drug back out on the dance floor. It wasn't obvious to the other people who were watching the dancers. To them Squall looked like a young man who was out for a good time. Seifer knew better, he knew that Squall was trying to make contact with the informant.

 

“Why don't you and I go downstairs and get to know each other better?” The drunk that Squall had the misfortune of dancing with slurred out. He tried to grab Squall by the arm and drag him away.

 

Sidestepping out of the way Squall missed being grabbed but bumped into another dancer. He turned and apologized to the man he had bumped into.

 

“That's okay blue eyes, you can bump into me anytime you want to.” The tall silver haired man replied and started swaying to the beat of the music again. Ignoring his current partner, he started dancing with Squall, “Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful?”

 

Peridot green eyes flashed down at the brunet who was now dancing with him. “Of course you probably hear it all the time, but I can tell that you don't let it go to your head.” He said silkily. Letting his eyes travel down that hard body in front of him. Resting on the slight bulge in the front of those tight black leather pants. He licked his lips in appreciation and groaned.

 

Squall was abruptly grabbed from behind, “I said that you and are going downstairs.”

 

Squall squirmed out of the unwelcome embrace pivoted and brought his knee up sharply into his groin, which caused the drunk to hit the dance floor whimpering in agony.

 

Squall snarled down at him, “Why don't you go downstairs and fuck yourself.” He turned to finish the dance with the elegant man that he had bumped into but found that he had vanished.

 

He had been dancing and talking with people for the past four hours and hadn't sat down once and he was parched. Politely declining more offers to dance and saying perhaps later, he made his way upstairs and joined Seifer at the table where he was sitting. He was relieved that Seifer had ordered him another club soda, sitting down and took slow sips off of it.

 

“So who was the guy you kneed in the balls. Over zealous fan?” Seifer smirked at him. He had seen the way Squall worked the room. He had more charisma then was good for anybody. But so did he when he turned on the Almasy charm. He had talked to several people, most of them knew about his `painful lose'. He knew that either Todd or Edge had talked. He had no luck ferreting out their contact and hoped that maybe Squall had.

 

“No. Just some drunken idiot who didn't know the meaning of the word no.” Squall replied sharply. He was tired and he wasn't feeling to good and all he wanted to do was go home, take a shower and go to bed. “I'm ready to go home I have a blinding headache.”

 

“Would you like me to drive?” Seifer asked.

 

“That would be great.” Squall answered and pulled the keys out of his pocket and gave them to the blond. After Squall finished his club soda they got up and left the club.

 

Leaving the club neither Squall nor Seifer noticed the two men that are standing in shadows.

 

 

“Follow them.” The taller of the men said to his companion. “Find out everything you can about the brunet. And Reno don't get caught.” It was a warning and a threat.

 

“No problem boss.” The redhead replied and hopped in his car and discreetly followed the black BMW.

 

“Oh blue eyes you have intrigued me. I haven't felt this way about anyone in a very, very long time.” The silver haired man whispered then got in his black Viper and drove off into the still quiet night.

 

Arriving at the car Seifer reassured Squall that he didn't need directions that he had an unerring sense of direction and knew how to get back to the house. Pulling the BMW out of the parking garage Seifer drove off towards Squall's house.