Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Raw sewage ( Chapter 14 )

CHAPTER 14: Raw sewage

 

When they got home the first thing Squall did was send off a short e-mail to Kiro's at his home address to let him that no contact had been made as of yet. Grabbing a pair of sweats out of the dresser he went into the bathroom, took three Excedrin, stripped down stepped into the shower and proceeded to wash the sweat off his body. He was thankful that Club Surge didn't allow smoking inside. He hated when his clothes picked up the smell of stale cigarettes.

 

Running his fingers through his wet hair he managed to get all the rats out, grabbing his shampoo he made a rich lather and gently washed away the last remnants of hairspray and sweat. Taking the conditioner he ran it through his dark chocolate locks.

 

Rinsing off he stepped out of the shower and dried off and gave his hair a brisk towel drying. It wouldn't have mattered if he would have taken the time to blow dry it or not, by the time he woke up the following day his hair would have looked like he had been tumbled into a haystack anyway.

 

Wiping the steam off the mirror he did a quick perusal of his smooth hairless body. He had started waxing when he 13 and there was no hair on him from the neck down. He had been doing it for so long he didn't need to worry about it anymore. Every now and then he found a stray hair and plucked it out with tweezers.

 

Shimming into the sweats he entered the bedroom and found that Seifer was already there. “How's the headache?” Seifer asked.

 

“Not as bad. The Excedrin has helped. Any luck tonight?” Squall asked softly as he slid into bed.

 

“None. Except I got about 15 phone numbers from guys that told me once my mourning period was up to call them.” Seifer answered with a smirk. “How about you?”

 

“I'm jealous. I didn't get one single phone number. Several indecent proposals but not one phone number, I'm crushed. It was my hair wasn't it? They didn't like my hair.” Squall joked. Then turned serious, “No I didn't find our contact either.”

 

Seifer fought the urge and won to reach out and ruffle Squall's hair. “Don't worry about the phone numbers honey, there's always tomorrow.” He replied with the same good-natured kidding. “Good night Squall.”

 

“Good night Seifer.” He replied turned over and stretched and proceeded to make himself comfortable.

 

As night deepened around the two sleeping men, Seifer got cold and his body radiated towards the heat coming off of Squall. Snuggling up against him, Seifer put his arm around Squall's waist and drew his hot body in closer to his.

 

The feel of cool flesh against his own warm skin caused Squall to briefly waken, “What?” Was his sleepy question.

 

“Cold.” Seifer murmured in his sleep and cuddled in tighter.

 

The following morning Seifer woke before Squall, he was now on his back with Squall curled around him using his shoulder as a pillow gazing down a feeling of contentment filled him. He knew in that instant that this is how he wanted to wake up every morning for the rest of his life. With this beautiful man curled around him. In his sleep Squall looked like he was 13 or 14, he had such a look of unsullied innocence.

 

Seifer inhaled the subtle fragrance of the shampoo and soap that Squall used, that along with the natural scent from his own body was wild and exotic, god he smelled good.

 

In his sleep Squall had flung one of his legs over his hips and he had grown hard against the warmth of the hard muscled inner thigh. He liked the contrast in their skin tones, Squall was so bronzed and it looked right against his own natural golden skin.

 

Seifer could have spent the rest of the day with Squall curled around his body, but he wanted to do something special for him like surprise him with breakfast in bed. Reluctantly sliding out from under him Seifer gave the younger man a look of intense longing, thankful that Squall hadn't seen it. Reaching out he softly ran his fingers down Squall's baby smooth cheek without waking him up. Smirking he was happy to find out that yes Squall's skin was as soft as it looked.

 

Entering the kitchen he set about making coffee and couldn't find it. Deducing that they had ran out, he stealthy entered the bedroom and grabbing a change of clothes went into the bathroom and changed.

 

Leaving the house he made a quick jog down to the little market that wasn't that far from Squall's and picked up a can of coffee and some ham slices.

 

Arriving back at the house he went into the kitchen, opened the coffee and started brewing a pot. While he waited for it to brew he started whipping up eggs for the omelets that he was planning on making for breakfast.

 

He had grabbed the cheese and mushrooms out of the refrigerator, when Squall walked into the kitchen looking oh so sexy and sleep tousled.

 

“What are you doing?” He asked softly.

 

Seifer offered a smile and replied, “Making breakfast. Do you like omelets?”

 

“Yes, I like omelets.” Squall replied with a smile of his own then stretched and inhaled deeply, and cringed. “What is that offensive aroma?”

 

Seifer had no idea what Squall was talking about, the only thing that he smelled was the coffee. Figuring that could be what Squall was referring to he offered, “Coffee.”

 

“That is not coffee!” Squall said brusquely.

 

Seifer was starting to get offended, see if he ever did anything nice for anyone again. He grabbed the can of Boyd's and held it up. “Yes it is, see.” He replied indignantly.

 

“No! That is not coffee! That is raw sewage!” Squall said. Then seeing the look of dejection on Seifer's face let out a soft sigh and smiled. “You have a lot to learn my friend.” He walked over to the freezer opened it and continued, “Sumatra, Columbian, Vanilla Bean, or Dark Breakfast?”

 

“The Dark Breakfast sounds good.” Seifer replied. Wondering whoever thought up the idea of keeping coffee in the freezer.

 

Squall pulled out a bag of coffee beans and proceeded to grind them. Dumping the one pot down the sink he washed out the pot and the filter and started a new pot. He realized that he had sounded like an insensitive prick to Seifer it was obvious that he was trying to do something nice. “Seifer, I'm sorry about the comment about raw sewage.” But as the rich heady aroma filled the air he inhaled again and smiled at Seifer, “See the difference?”

 

“Yeah, I just wanted to surprise you with breakfast. And you're right that did smell like raw sewage.” He said and picked up the can of coffee and chucked it in the garbage.

 

Squall smiled at him again, “Thank you Seifer. That was really thoughtful of you.”

 

In the next instant Squall felt his stomach tighten and he broke out in cold sweats. Dashing out of the kitchen he barely made it to the bathroom where he hung his head over the toilet and vomited.

 

Pulling himself up, Squall flushed the toilet and left the bathroom. He was going to go to his own bath and brush his teeth. Entering the bedroom that thought was quickly eradicated as another wave of nausea swept over him. Dashing to the toilet he flung up the seat and threw up again.

 

Stumbling out of the bathroom he collapsed on his bed curling himself up in a tight little ball he just laid there and shook. His body was racked with fever yet he was also freezing and he couldn't find the strength to reach down to pull the comforter up over his trembling body.

 

Seifer was a little concerned he had heard a toilet flush twice within the last five minutes. Leaving the kitchen he went into the bedroom where he saw Squall curled up on the bed shaking. “Jesus Leonhart don't you have enough sense to cover up.” He growled and stomped over to the bed and yanked the comforter over Squall's trembling body as he did his hand made contact with Squall's heated flesh.

 

Squall moaned, “Don't feel good.”

 

“I know. Try and get some more sleep.” Seifer ordered him and left the bedroom.

 

Going back into the kitchen Seifer went ahead and made himself breakfast. After he finished eating he quickly cleaned up the kitchen. Going into the living room he decided to watch a little TV and keep an ear out for Squall.

 

As the day lengthened, Seifer hadn't heard anything else from the bedroom. Turning off the TV he went into the kitchen and made Squall a cup of tea, which he found without any problem and a piece of dry toast. Picking the items up he went back to the bedroom where he found Squall was waking up a little. “I thought you might like to try and eat something.” He offered kindly.

 

Squall inhaled a little and flung the comforter off and tried to make it to the commode in time but didn't manage to instead he threw up on the bathroom floor. Another wave of nausea washed over him and he tried to hurl again, but since his last bout of puking had emptied his stomach he just knelt in the puddle of vomit, holding his clenching stomach and dry heaved.

 

Seifer put the tea and toast on the dresser and went into the bathroom where he saw Squall huddled on the floor. Putting his arm around Squall he tried to help him stand and found that the brunet was no longer fever hot but ice cold.

 

Seifer knew that he had to get Squall warm, but didn't want to put him back in bed covered in vomit. Holding Squall tight against him he stepped into the shower with him fully clothed. Turned the water on warm and just held the quaking body tight against his. Somehow he managed to pull the sweats off of Squall and let them fall to a flop to the bottom of the shower, still holding onto him.

 

“Do you think you can manage to stand so I can get my shorts off?” Seifer asked

 

“Nuu.” Squall whimpered.

 

“Here baby, lean on me.” Seifer said softly and sat him to his feet. Holding Squall one armed he managed to shed the pair of soaking-wet shorts he was wearing. Taking the soap he proceeded to wash away the last of the vomit from Squall's pale body. He was alarmed Squall was usually so dark, but now he was ghost white. Taking the shampoo he washed Squall's hair.

 

Satisfied that Squall was clean Seifer turned off the water stepped out of the shower and briskly dried the smaller man off. Wrapping a towel around his waist he carried Squall back into the bedroom and tucked him into bed.

 

“Go back to sleep.” He ordered.

 

“Need to clean up.” Squall protested weakly and tried to sit up.

 

“No! You need to rest I'll take care of it.”

 

Selecting a pair of jeans Seifer dressed and went to clean up the bathroom. Gathering the towels and wet clothes he took them out to the garage and shoved them in the washing machine.

 

After he was finished he went into the kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee. Pouring himself a cup he went back to the living room and selected a movie to watch. Fifteen minutes into it he found that there was no way he could concentrate on the plot since his main concern was asleep in the other room.

 

The only breaks he took was going and switching the laundry over, getting more coffee and going to the bathroom.

 

Seifer managed to catch a short nap on the couch but every little noise woke him up and sent him running to the bedroom door to make sure that Squall was okay.

 

The next morning Seifer thought that maybe today Squall's tummy could handle a little bit of food. Making him another cup of tea and yet another piece of toast he carried them into the bedroom where he saw Squall was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Would you like to try the tea and toast now?”

 

“That sounds great.” Squall replied, his voice raw from the abuse that it had taken the day before. Taking small sips off the tea and little nibbles off the toast he managed to consume them without the urge of wanting to throw up.

 

After he was finished Seifer walked over and picked him up and carried him into the living room where he sat him on the sofa. “Where do you keep your clean sheets?”

 

“Linen cupboard. Why?” Squall answered and pointed down the short hallway to it.

 

“I'm going to change the sheets, then I'm going to carry you back in there and put you back to bed.”

 

“I can walk.”

 

“Yeah! Well you can also shut up and let me take care of you.” Seifer said brusquely.

 

After he changed the bed linens he went back into the living room picked Squall up and carried him back to bed. “Try and get some more sleep.” He ordered gruffly and left the room. Relieved that Squall's body had resumed it's normal color and temperature.

 

When he awoke a few hours later Squall was greeted to the wonderful aroma of chicken soup. Dragging himself from the bed he walked nude over to his dresser and selected a pair of sweats. Pulling them on he let the waistband ride really low on his hips instead of around his still tender belly.

 

Going into the bathroom he brushed his teeth, just getting the stale taste of vomit out of his mouth made him feel 100% better. God that soup smelled good and he found that he was ravenous and could actually smell food without wanting to hurl.

 

He walked into the kitchen just as Seifer was ladling some of the nourishing broth into a bowl. “That smells wonderful.” Squall commented.

 

Seifer looked over at him and smiled, “I was just going to bring you a bowl of broth and another cup of tea.”

 

“Thank you Seifer.” Squall said softly went back into the living room and sat down, enjoying the fact that someone was taking care of him.

 

“I want you to just have the broth for now and later today if you think your tummy can handle it, I'll put in some of the chicken and veggies.”

 

Squall took the spoon and dipped into the warm broth, and blew across it to cool it so he wouldn't singe his tongue. Sipping it he found that it was the best tasting chicken soup he had ever had the pleasure of eating. “This is fantastic Seifer.”

 

“Thanks. It's one of my specialties. You look like you're feeling better.”

 

“I am. Thanks for taking care of me.” Squall smiled at him.

 

“No problem. What do get in return?” Seifer joked.

 

“I bought you new clothes and chocolate what else do you want?” Squall replied snidely.

 

“A million dollars would be nice I did clean up after you.” Seifer shot back.

 

“Whatever.” Squall retorted. Then smiled at him, “I wasn't lying this soup is really good.”

 

Meanwhile across town a different conversation was taking place.

 

“So what did you find out about him Reno?” The silver haired man asked.

 

“His names Squall Leonhart. Lives in a house on the Point that makes this place look like a shack.”

 

“This place is a shack you idiot. Do you think I want you to know where I really live? Get on with it.” He growled.

 

“Sorry boss. Ran a background check on him he has more money then he knows what to do with. He's been in Fortune 500's top 250 for the past three years.”

 

“I could have found that out on my own. I want more personal information. Past lover's that sort of thing.”

 

“Why didn't you say so? He's only had three serious boyfriends. One is some wannabe rock star. The other is now a woman.”

 

“And the third?” He was starting to get really irritated.

 

“Some Goth attorney, name's…” Reno started.

 

“Vincent Valentine.” He husked out.

 

“Yeah how'd you know that?”

 

“Oh, I have my ways.” He replied and swept from the room. Flipping open his cell phone he made a call.

 

“Valentine.”

 

“Hello Vincent. You and I need to talk.” He purred low into the phone. “I'll meet you at your penthouse in one hour. And Vincent you better be there.”

 

“I have court. So I'll be home at 6:00 tonight.” Vincent snarled into his own cell phone and clicked it shut. “Fuck! What rock did he ooze out from under?”