Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Indians, clouds and fag hags oh my ( Chapter 17 )

 

 

CHAPTER 17: Indians, clouds and fag hags oh my

 

That night when Squall emerged from the bedroom he was dressed in the pair of jeans that he had been wearing when he had meet Seifer. He was wearing a skintight black tank top that had tiny white letters across it, that said `If you can read this you're standing close enough'. He had left his hair in the casual disarray that it was normally in. He had foregone the eyeliner and only used the lip-gloss.

 

Seifer walked out of the other bathroom and saw Squall. He bite back a groan, “You're killing me Squall.” He thought as he felt that oh so familiar feeling stir in his groin.

 

“You want to play with that toy don't you Seifer?” His balls suggested lewdly.

 

“Get you're mind out of the gutter.” His brain snapped irately.

 

“If you don't stop it this instant I'm going to stop beating.” His heart threatened.

 

“Oh that could be good. You stop beating we fall down. He performs CPR and we finally get to see how his lips taste. Yes please stop beating.” His testicles urged.

 

“Great. Now see what you've done? You've encouraged them.” He brain yelled at his heart.

 

Before his organs could continue their discussion, Squall asked him, “Are you ready to go?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

As they were walking out the door Squall's cell phone chirped. He didn't recognize the number and there was no name on it. Thinking it might be Kiro's calling from a secure line he flipped it open, “Leonhart.”

 

“Squall, it's Vincent. Are you busy?”

 

“Yes Seifer and I are going out.”

 

“Perfect. Tell me where, and I'll meet you there.”

 

“Club Surge. Vincent what's going on?”

 

“I'll tell you when I see you.” The call ended.

 

“What did he want?” Seifer asked unable to keep the hostility out of his voice.

 

“I don't know. Said that he'd meet us at the club. Let's go.”

 

When they arrived at the club, Seifer went upstairs and ordered a soda while Squall hit the dance floor. Both men were hoping that tonight they would be approached by their contact.

 

Seifer sat at the table he had the first night and watched as Squall moved around the dance floor.

 

“Why hello again Blue Eyes.” Sephiroth cut in on the guy that was dancing with Squall.

 

“Hi.” Squall replied and kept dancing.

 

“I was here last night hoping to dance with you again. But you weren't here. Are you avoiding me Blue Eyes?” Sephiroth's voice was silky.

 

“Oh please god. Don't let this be our contact.” Squall prayed silently. His weirdo senses were tingling and on full alert. He was getting really bad vibes from the man who was dancing with him. “How can I avoid you when I don't even know you.” Squall replied rudely.

 

“Oh my beautiful Blue Eyes, I'd like for you to know me. Because I want to get to know you so much better?” Sephiroth leaned in and tried to kiss Squall.

 

Squall jerked back and avoided the lips that were trying to descend on his. Silver blue eyes flashed malignantly under the pulsating strobe lights. “Don't!” He ordered turned and stomped off the dance floor and headed upstairs.

 

Sephiroth watched Squall storm away and caught tantalizing little glimpses of that tight little butt cheek. He ran a narrow tongue over his lips in appreciation. “I'm going to enjoy this.” He murmured. “Oh yes, Squall Leonhart, I'm definitely going to enjoy you.” His mission for the night complete he left the club. He was hoping that Reno had found out some more information about Squall. “You are going to be mine Blue Eyes. By fair means or foul, I will make you mine. Even if resort to blackmail.” He swept out of the club and once more vanished into the night.

 

When Squall got upstairs he went and sat down at the bar and waited for Seifer to come over and join him. Foregoing his usual club soda he ordered bottled water instead.

 

“Hey Squall. How ya been?” A short blue-eyed blond asked. His hair is done in classic skate punk style and he has a tribal tattoo down the side of his face.

 

Squall grabbed him in a hug and kissed him, “Fine Zell and you?”

 

Zell returned Squall's hug and kiss. He knew that it was for show. He was one of the few people that knew that Squall was a cop and that Squall was obviously undercover, since he had never seen him in Club Surge before this. And the kiss, he knew that Squall wasn't attracted to him but that wasn't saying that the feeling wasn't mutual he had always thought that Squall was the best thing walking around on two legs.

 

“Great absolutely fabulous!” Zell emphasized the fabulous. Then he saw Seifer, “Oh who's the hunk.”

 

“Zell this is my friend Seifer Almasy. Seifer, Zell Dincht, skate punk and kick boxer extraordinaire. He's also my stockbroker. Behind that dazed and confused look that he usually has is a very high I.Q. What was it the last time you had it checked Zell?”

 

“Oh! Around 185 or something like that.” Zell grinned. Squall understood him and knew why he played the dumb California blond, people didn't take him seriously until he swooped down like a bird of prey and totally decimated them in the stock market. He and Squall had made quiet a bit of money together. Plus playing the dumb blond also attracted a lot more men then actually showing how smart he was.

 

Yeah he was attracted to Squall in a big way that was until Squall had introduced him to Seifer Almasy. Now there was someone that he would really like to sink his teeth into. He was all golden and gorgeous. And hell, he stood close to a foot taller then his own 5'5” frame.

 

Seifer sized Zell up and down and lifted an eyebrow at the tattoo on the side of his face. “And what Indian Tribe are you from?” He asked sarcastically.

 

Squall let out a bark of laughter, “That dreaded Malibu one, dude. You know, the ones that will go on the warpath and scalp you if you steal their wave.”

 

Seifer and Zell burst out in fits of laughter.

 

“Hello Leonheartbreaker.” A soft raspy voice whispered from behind him.

 

Squall knew immediately whom that voice belonged to only one person called him Leonheartbreaker but most of the time it was shortened to Heartbreaker. Pushing away from Zell he spun and hugged the blue-eyed spiky haired platinum blond. “Cloud.” Squall smiled and hugged him even tighter then kissed him.

 

Cloud Strife, who at one time was Squall's lover, was now one of his best friends. When he found out that Squall had admitted his sexuality to his family when he was 10. That helped him do the same with his. His first six months out he freely admitted that he was a slut-puppy then he meet a man who was five years his senior who introduced Cloud to pleasure he didn't think imaginable.

 

He had arrived at his lover's house one day and found that he was gone, without leaving any forwarding address. He was devastated and had spent two months crying. It was Squall that finally snapped him out of his depression. By becoming angry with him and asking, why he was wasting his tears over someone who obviously didn't care enough about him to even say goodbye. Then Squall had grabbed him and kissed him. Squall kissed him like he had never been kissed before it was savage and tender at the same time.

 

He had thought his former lover was good that was until Squall took him to bed that night. He loved how Squall could take him to soul rendering heights of ecstasy and leave him begging for more. It had amazed him that only after one time that Squall knew where and how to touch, and the oral. God in heaven he had had his dick sucked more times then he cared to remember but Squall Leonhart had made it an art form. Using his tongue and mouth in ways that Cloud had only dreamed about. It had never bothered Cloud that Squall was the dominate in their relationship. He knew that he was Squall's first and had respected the fact that Squall had felt uncomfortable being the bottom, he had secretly hoped that one day it would change, but it hadn't.

 

They were together their senior year in high school and first two year's in college. When one day they realized that as lovers they were growing apart, but it helped to strengthen the bonds of friendship that they had since they were freshmen in High School. When Squall had joined the academy he had decided to say a big `Fuck You' to his old man and follow his dream by becoming a rock star. Now he was one of the hottest new artists to hit the charts in a long time. He had recently returned from tour and had decided to go out for the evening. He had tried calling Squall and had gotten his service.

 

They had been broken up for close to five years but if he ever needed Squall for anything all he had to do was call. There was no sex, maybe a little kissing and cuddling but that was it, sometimes it felt good just to be held by a friend.

 

“When did you get back?” Squall asked still hugging him and ran his hand fondly over those spiky blond locks. He hadn't seen Cloud in over a year and had missed him. Not as a lover but as a friend. He felt the same way Cloud did, that sometimes all you needed was to be held.

 

“Late last night. Goddamn Squall you look good! Don't you ever age? How do you do it?” Cloud looped his arm around Squall's waist.

 

“From good clean living.”

 

“Great going to try and pervert me to the light side again huh? But you know me Heartbreaker I love fast cars, fast food and fast boys just way too much. So are you still…?” He was cut short when Squall grabbed him by his leather jacket front pulled him forward and silenced him with another kiss.

 

Squall broke the kiss and gave Cloud a look that clearly said, “Shut the fuck up.” Squall looped his arm around Clouds waist and pulled him over to the bar where he introduced him to Zell and Seifer.

 

“Cloud I'd like for you to meet Zell Dincht and Seifer Almasy. Zell, Seif this is Claudius Striker a.k.a. The Notorious Cloud Strife.” Squall made the introduction his voice husky.

 

Seifer fought the surge of jealousy that raged through him. All he wanted to do was pick The Notorious Cloud Strife up and throw him across the club.

 

It was amazing from Vincent Valentine he felt no threat. But Cloud Strife, he knew that Squall loved him. He could see it in every little move and it twisted in his gut. He wondered if Squall was going to be sleeping at home tonight or in Cloud's bed. The thought of that beautiful bronzed body pressed against that pale white one infuriated him.

 

Before Seifer could make a total and complete ass out of himself Cloud had grabbed Squall's arm and was dragging him away, “Come on let's dance. You move really fucking good for a skinny white boy.”

 

Squall threw back his head and laughed, “Whatever! You're whiter then I am.” But he followed Cloud downstairs and out on the dance floor.

 

Seifer stomped over to the railing leaving a startled Zell behind. He watched as Squall and Cloud moved in sync on the dance floor. Once again his balls did his thinking for him, wondering how well that `skinny white boy' moved in bed. His brain was actually silent. Because it would never even under threat of a lobotomy admit that it was wondering the exact same thing.

 

“Seifer?” His name being called didn't snap him out of his black mood.

 

“What?” Seifer snapped, turning he saw Vincent Valentine.

 

“Where's Squall?” Vincent asked.

 

“Dancing.” Seifer growled. He was going to fucking kill Cloud Strife, whose ass was now rubbing against Squall's groin, and Squall that fucking tease was enjoying every god damn second of it. Running his hands over Strife's ass and squeezing it, then bumping his groin against his when Cloud would face him.

 

The dance ended and Squall and Cloud made their way back upstairs, sweat glistening on their hard bodies.

 

“Seifer, I need to tell you…” Vincent didn't finish what he was saying because Seifer had stomped over to where Squall had just made it to the head of the stairs.

 

Seifer grabbed Squall's arm and drug him back downstairs.

 

Squall laughed, “Seifer what are you doing?”

 

“You and I are going to dance skinny white boy,” he snapped.

 

“I didn't think…” Squall began.

 

“That's you're problem, you don't think. What didn't you think? That I knew how to dance, well I do and it's not the Texas fucking two-step.” He growled.

 

“Have I done something to piss you off?” Squall asked him with a smile and a laugh, as their bodies started to move to the tempo of the music.

 

Seifer's response was a snarl, “Give me the fucking car keys.”

 

Squall stopped moving to the music and asked in disbelief, “Excuse me?”

 

“I said give me the fucking car keys. That way I can drive to your house and you can go off and fuck Cloud.” Seifer hissed.

 

Squall's face took on a cold harshness, turning he started to leave the dance floor, but he was stopped when Seifer grabbed him by the arm, “You ain't going nowhere until you finish this fucking dance with me.”

 

“Get your fucking hand off of me Almasy.” Squall's voice was artic cold and his eyes had turned frosty blue.

 

Seifer released him and was prepared to watch him walk away, but Squall didn't. He stayed and continued dancing. Moving in closer to Seifer he asked his voice a cold hiss, “What made you think that I was going to go off and fuck Cloud tonight?”

 

Seifer answered his voice full of fire, “Come on I saw the way you were all over him. It's perfectly obvious that you're in love with him.”

 

Squall stopped moving, “What?”

 

“You heard me.” Seifer said maliciously.

 

“Seifer, about Cloud. Do I love him? Yes I do, but I'm not in love with him. I have never been in love with him.” Squall explained.

 

Seifer stopped moving as well and stared down at Squall the anger had gone out of his voice and he responded, “Really.”

 

“Yes really. Seif, Cloud is one of my best friends now. Yes we were lovers, but not anymore. Yes we do kiss and cuddle occasionally and there are times that we still sleep together but it's just for sleeping, it fills the need to feel someone's touch, but that's it.” He smiled warmly up at Seifer. “Now I'm thirsty, would it be okay if we went back upstairs and I got some water?”

 

“Yes.” Seifer answered contritely.

 

“Thanks.” Squall replied, his anger forgotten and he gave Seifer that brilliant toothpaste ad smile.

 

Squall knew that tonight when they got home he and Seifer needed to sit down and talk. He knew how he felt about the gorgeous blond, but he wasn't certain how Seifer felt about him. He was acting like a jealous boyfriend. Was Seifer jealous?

 

Arriving back at the bar Squall went over and ordered a bottle of water and parked his lean frame on one of the stools. Seifer had just ordered a cup of coffee for himself when he remembered that Vincent Valentine had wanted to tell him something before he had stomped off and drug Squall down to the dance floor.

 

Gazing around Seifer saw Vincent sitting at one of the corner tables. “Hey Squall I'll be right back. Vincent wanted to tell me something.”

 

“Sure no problem. Hey Seif, why don't you invite him over tomorrow for barbecue that way he can tell me what he wanted to talk to me about.” Squall smiled at him his face once more warm and friendly.

 

Seifer grabbed his coffee and went over to where Vincent was sitting. Sliding in across from him Seifer quickly invited him to the cook out that Squall was having the next day.

 

“Very well. Tell him that we'll be there around 2:00.” Vincent started to leave.

 

“Wait.” Seifer said.

 

Vincent sat back down, “Yes.”

 

“I was wondering if maybe you could tell me something.” Seifer offered.

 

“What's that?” Vincent growled.

 

“Why won't Squall kiss me?” Seifer decided to be blunt.

 

“What?”

 

“You heard me. The reason I'm asking you is because I know that you two used to date, which I find hard to believe. But I thought that you might offer some insight.”

 

“What the hell do you mean that you find it hard to believe that Squall and I used to date?” Vincent snapped.

 

Shrugging his shoulders Seifer was brutal with his answer, “That you weren't good enough for him. What I don't understand is why were you unfaithful to him? Were you insane or on crack? He is fucking hot. And I'm not only talking about looks either.”

 

“Because I was stupid. Horny and stupid, as you know he had gone out of town and I didn't think he would find out. I still don't know how he knew, but he knew. He wouldn't even acknowledge my existence for six months. I was devastated and I realized something, that god may forgive, but Squall Leonhart doesn't.” Vincent gave Seifer a half smile and continued, “Squall takes fidelity very seriously. If you're with him he expects you to be faithful, since he is faithful to his partner.”

 

“That's not a problem. You still haven't answered my earlier question. Why won't he kiss me?” Seifer asked.

 

“Why don't you kiss him?” Vincent retaliated.

 

“What?” The question stunned Seifer a little.

 

“Why don't you kiss him? It's perfectly obvious the boy has a hot nut for you.” Vincent smirked at him.

 

“And how do you know that?” Seifer asked sarcastically.

 

“Because right now he is watching you, even though it's not apparent to the casual observer but from someone who has been intimate with him I recognize the looks.” Vincent replied helpfully and continued, “Seifer don't use him to satisfy your curiosity. He doesn't show it but he is a really deep and sensitive young man, and I don't want to see him get hurt again. If you're just experimenting then find someone else, but not Squall. If you really want to know if you're gay or not I'd be more then willing to offer my services.”

 

“Uh, no thanks. But thanks for the 411 Vince. Oh and how he knew that you were unfaithful, you may be one of the best attorneys in Frisco, but you have a lousy poker face.” Seifer rose from the seat and crossed back over to where Squall was sitting on a barstool. Pushing past the crowd of people that had gathered around him, Seifer casually put his arm around Squall's shoulders.

 

Vincent decided to follow him over and say hi to Squall and Zell and maybe get an introduction to that sexy blond that Squall had been so friendly with.

 

While Seifer had been talking to Vincent, Squall had greeted some of his other friends who were now gathered around him.

 

Squall finished his water and had ordered another one when Zell leaned in and whispered, “About Seifer, are you two an item? Or do I have a chance?”

 

Zell missed the danger signs that flashed in those silver blue eyes and also the subtle change in body language, but Cloud didn't. Part of him missed the physical side of the relationship that he and Squall had, because damn he was fantastic, but he was glad that they could still be friends unlike his other boyfriends.

 

Squall growled low, “Back the hell off Dincht. He's mine!” His silvery blue eyes scanned across the room to where Seifer was sitting by Vincent Valentine, having a very in depth conversation.

 

“Well maybe you should explain that to Vincent. He looks like he's ready to pitch a tent in your backyard.” Zell offered.

 

Cloud looked over to where Seifer was sitting with a man who looked like a refuge from Club Vampyre. The attraction that he felt was instantaneous, he was fucking hot. He raised a blond eyebrow in appreciation.

 

Squall was ready to push off the barstool and stomp across the room and lay his claim on Seifer Almasy, when he saw that he and Vincent were actually on their way over to the bar.

 

Squall saw Seifer push past people and moved in a little closer when Seifer put his arm around his shoulders. Damn it they had a lot of shit to talk about when they got home.

 

Before Squall could ponder further Zell made the announcement, “Look out boy's here she comes our not so favorite fag hag. Rinoa Heartilly.” he sneered contemptuously.

 

“Fag hag?” Seifer questioned

 

“A woman who either wants to have sex with a gay man to prove that he's not really gay, or a gay man's best gal pal.” Squall answered.

 

“And which is she the former or the later.”

 

“Former.”

 

Rinoa Heartilly saw the object of her obsession, and shrieked, “Squalleeeeeeeeeee!” Her voice was more grating then fingernails down a chalkboard. When she got close enough to them she plastered herself against Squall.

 

Squall was trying to untangle himself from her but she had managed to get into his lap and wrap her legs around him and the barstool that he was sitting on.

 

“If I wasn't gay before I sure as hell would be now.” Squall said scornfully.

 

Rinoa was trying without success to kiss Squall on the mouth, “Oh Squalleeeeeeeeeee you're just confused. How do you know that you're gay if you've never been with a woman?”

 

“Because I'd rather suck cock then eat pussy.” Squall said crudely, still trying to pry her off his lap.

 

Cloud, Vincent and Zell were surprised by Squall's comment. He was usually very polite and told the girl that the thought of sex with a woman nauseated him. He had never to their knowledge been so crude before.

 

In the next instant Rinoa found herself pried of Squall and sit firmly to her feet, “Keep your fucking hands off my property skank.” Seifer snarled, putting his arm back around Squall's shoulders.

 

“Your property.” She sputtered.

 

“My property!” Seifer repeated coldly as he shifted his body and nudged in between Squall's legs.

 

Seifer put his arms around Squall and drew him even closer to his body. Pressing his mouth against Squall's. Seifer wanted it to be a quick kiss, a kiss of ownership. But as soon as their lips meet all thoughts of quickness were eradicated. A bolt of pleasure that started in his feet shot through his entire body.

 

Fisting his hand in Squall's hair Seifer deepened the kiss, their first kiss. Licking along Squall's lips he groaned against the mouth that was under his. Squall's lips tasted like honey, a rich dark honey. Squall's mouth was a drug and with just one lick along his lips Seifer was addicted.

 

Squall's lips parted under Seifer's to accept his hot tongue in his mouth stroking his against Seifer's relishing in the hot spicy cinnamon taste of him. Squall's arms went around Seifer's waist and Seifer's strong hands cupped his ass and pulled their bodies closer together.

 

Seifer felt Squall harden through the skintight pants he was wearing and pressed himself even tighter against the brunet's firm body. “God damn his mouth feels so good on mine. I could die right now and be perfectly content.” Seifer thought. He had never felt this way before, he felt like he was caught in a vortex and he never wanted out of it. He wanted Squall. He wanted him in ways that he had never wanted anyone before and this was only from a kiss.

 

Squall was having the same thoughts, he may have had only three other lovers but that didn't mean that he hadn't kissed other guys. But Seifer's mouth on his was like nothing he had ever felt before. He felt like a small boat being crashed against the rocks of passion. He moaned into Seifer's mouth and broke the kiss, but he wanted more so he delicately licked across Seifer's upper lip. Moving his hands from Seifer's waist he grasped his ass tight and pulled himself even closer wrapping his long legs around Seifer's waist. Thrusting his tongue into the blond's mouth so he could plunder the spiciness that was there. Rubbing his groin against the growing hardness that he felt through Seifer's jeans.

 

Wave after wave of passion swept over them as their lips and their tongues continued to glide across each other. Seifer pulled his mouth away from Squall's and kissed over to his ear and whispered, “What time do we get off?”

 

“In about five more minutes.” The thought slammed into Squall's brain. But instead of voicing it he answered, “Anytime why?” Squall asked finding it difficult to breathe.

 

“Because I want us to make love.” Seifer answered simply and honestly.

 

“Let's go home.” Squall replied, as with the first night he had not made contact yet. Shit he was going to have to see if Kiro's had any information on the guy, so they would at least know who the hell they were looking for.

 

“Cloud, Zell, Vincent we'll see you tomorrow around 2:00.” Squall smiled at them, and reluctantly stepped out of Seifer's arms and pulled Zell and Vincent aside, “I'm giving you both a warning about Cloud. If you hurt him, leave town. Better yet leave the country, because I will destroy you.”

 

While Squall was issuing his warning, Cloud whispered to Seifer, “Be good to him.”

 

Seifer actually smiled at Cloud, “I will.”