Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ My father the bigot ( Chapter 23 )

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

Warning: There are some racial and homophobic slurs in this chapter. Please be reassured that I am not prejudiced in nay way. I had to use them for one of my characters and I wish to apologize ahead of time if I offend anyone.

CHAPTER 23: My father the bigot

Squall smiled down at his sleeping lover. They had spent the rest of yesterday and all of last night in bed cuddling, talking and of course making love. Bringing his hand up he lightly brushed away a blond lock of hair that was on Seifer's forehead. Leaning down he whispered softly against Seifer's slightly parted lips, “Je t' aime, Seifer.” And followed his declaration of love with a gentle kiss.

Rising from the bed he stretched and yawned, picked up his robe and sauntered into the kitchen where he started a fresh pot of coffee.

The sound of his cell phone blaring out `Bad Reputation' by Joan Jett, startled Seifer out of a sound sleep, picking it up off the nightstand he answered, “Yeah?”

“Seifer, it's your father I'm in this stink hole of a city that you moved to and I want to speak with you young man.” Jack Almasy's voice thundered over the line.

“Well good morning to you too dad.” Seifer sneered.

“I don't have the time or the patience to put up with your shitty attitude. You will meet me at the dock by Alcatraz Island.” Jack Almasy barked.

“Why am I not surprised?” Seifer muttered under his breath but answered his father in a tight voice, “What time?”

“10:00 and Seifer don't be late.” The phone went dead.

“Son of a bitch.” Seifer growled and started to throw the phone across the room, but paused in mid action. He and Squall had planned on spending the day together in bed but his asshole father put a kibosh on that.

Pulling out of the bed Seifer shimmied into a pair of shorts and strolled into the kitchen where he found that Squall was in the middle of a phone call.

“Sure dad. Seif and I can meet you and Shauna for lunch. He and I had other plans. But I'm sure he won't mind.” He glanced over and saw Seifer framed in the doorway, smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

“Ah, so you and Shauna have news huh?” Squall grinned, he had had this conversation with his father before and he was fairly certain that they were going to tell him that Shauna was pregnant again. “When and where?”

“That's fine dad. I love you too.” Then clicked his phone shut and walked across the room to where Seifer was and looped his arms around his waist pulling him close and leaning up kissed his lover. “Good morning my lusty bull.”

Seifer licked along Squall's lips until they parted to his accept his tongue. Reluctantly breaking away he smiled down at Squall and replied in a deep husky growl, “Good morning to you my Biseinen boy, my Sweet Cheeks.” And kissed Squall again.

“That was my dad. He wants us to meet Shauna and him for lunch, they have good news.” Squall snuggled in closer, “But we can still do a little sight seeing before we do.”

“That's fine babe, my father called and ordered me to meet to meet him at Alcatraz Island.” Seifer responded grimly.

“Ordered?”

“Yes, ordered. My father doesn't ask he orders. I want to you to come with me Squall.” Seifer held him tighter and leaned his cheek on top of Squall's head and inhaled the sexy yet soothing smell of his lover deep into his nostrils. Then gently pushed away Squall away from him and grinned down, “I want him to meet you.”

“Meet me as in a friend or more?” Squall braced himself for the response. One of the things that he and Seifer had talked about was how Seifer how always wanted his father's approval.

“Squall look at me.” Seifer waited until Squall had complied, “I'm going to introduce you as my boyfriend.” Then gave his lover a cocky grin and threw Squall's own words back at him, “Unless you prefer fuck buddy?”

“Really?” Squall's heart skipped a beat he was elated that Seifer wasn't ashamed of their relationship.

“Yes really. Squall I don't give a shit what he thinks. Talking with you last night helped me come to the realization that no matter what I do I'm never going to be good enough for him.” Seifer replied and brought Squall close to his body again.

Squall tilted his head back and gazed up into his lovers beautiful green eyes, “What time?”

“10:00.” Seifer replied and brushed his lips over Squall's again, grabbed his hips and brought their lower bodies closer together. Then smirked lecherously, “I'd suggest a quickie in the shower, but I know you don't like it quick Sweet Cheeks.”

“Behave.” Squall teased him and grabbed his ass and rubbed their straining erections against each other, “What do you say to after we have lunch with my dad we come back here and I'll let you take advantage of me.”

“Hell yeah.” Seifer growled and kissed Squall hard and deep tearing his head away he panted out, “Get your sexy ass in their and take a shower and after you're done I'll take one too.”

Squall pouted his silvery blue eyes sparkling, “Don't you want to join me?”

“Baby if I see you naked and wet I won't be responsible for my actions.” Seifer leered and swatted Squall on the ass, “Now go.”

Squall pulled away from Seifer and stuck his tongue out and grinned, “You go first I need coffee.”

“What, and I don't?” Seifer asked in an amused tone, “By the way what should I wear?”

“Jeans, a tee shirt and cowboy boots will be fine.” Squall replied.

Seifer winked at him and left the room chuckling softly.

Squall stared at his Seifer's retreating back and wolf whistled and went over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. Leaning back he smiled as he thought about his lover. God he loved the man. Oh he had loved Cloud and part of him had loved Vincent, but he had never been in love with them, he was so crazy in love with Seifer Almasy that it scared him. When Seif had told him that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him he had felt the same way.

When Seifer entered the room 15 minutes later Squall was still pondering a slight burrow was between his eyebrows. “Are you okay Sweet Cheeks?”

Squall looked over the brim of his coffee cup and smiled, “I'm fine just thinking.”

“Well stop it! Otherwise we'll be here the rest of the day.” Seifer said sardonically. “Or you're going to wind up giving yourself wrinkles.”

“Fuck you Almasy!” Squall sneered.

“Baby, I already told you that you don't like quickies. You like it long, hard and thick.” Seifer purred at his lover and licked along his lips in a suggestive manner.

Squall glanced up at the wall clock and saw that it 8:45, he knew it would take him about 15 minutes to get ready and then there was the drive to Alcatraz so they only had about a 15 minute leeway. He wished they had more time so he could have Seifer help ease the ache in his groin. He knew that Seif was right about how he liked it, but not wanting to concede defeat he shrugged the robe off his shoulders letting it pool around his feet in a puddle of black silk and strutted nude out of the room giving Seifer a full tantalizing view of his body and the effect that he had on him.

Seifer had finished his shower with icy water to hopefully ease his raging lust and it had helped until Squall strutted past him naked. Every little drop of blood that was in his body surged to his groin and he was left lightheaded. He was ready to say fuck meeting his dad and going in dragging Squall out of the shower and burying his length in his lover's tight little ass. “Get control of yourself Almasy.” He ordered his raging lust and smiled evilly, he would have his revenge against Squall. He would show his saucy Sweet Cheeks that revenge was best served with a side of whup ass.

“God damn it!” He swore violently. Just thinking about spanking Squall had made him harder then he ever thought possible. Picking up Squall's coffee cup he poured a cup for himself and in that time honored tradition of lover's everywhere placed his mouth over the same spot that Squall had used.

“So are you going to tell him?” His heart probed.

“I don't know how.” His brain responded.

“It's easy all you have to do is say I love you Squall.” His heart beat out.

“You make it sound so easy.” His brain replied petulantly, “Why do I have to be the one that does it?”

“Because you control the vocal cords.” Seifer's balls added helpfully.

“Oh and I can just imagine what you'd say if you did.” Seifer's brain sneered.

“And what's that?” His testicles replied tightly.

“Let's fuck.” His brain said smugly.

“Actually no! I'd be concise and right to the point and just tell him.” His ball sac snapped.

“That's enough. Look we all know that we love Squall right? Let's just give it time and when the time is right we'll know it. And the right words will come.” His heart thundered.

Seifer clasped the coffee cup to his chest and smiled, he loved Squall so very much. He had never felt this way about anyone before. In their talks they hadn't mentioned love and he was scared shitless that if he told Squall how he really felt he'd scare off his Sweet Cheeks.

He was startled out his revelry when Squall said from the doorway, “Thinking hard or hardly thinking?”

Squall walked over and took his coffee cup away from Seifer and finished it and poured them another cup and took a swallow and handed the cup back to Seifer with a smile, “I'm glad we both take it black.”

Seifer ignored the comment about thinking, and once again placed his lips over the slight imprint that Squall's had left and took a drink himself, “Uh huh, I like it with just the hint of sugar that your mouth leaves behind baby.”

Squall blushed again and stepped closer and tilted his head up for a kiss, “Sugar huh?”

“Oh yeah!” Seifer growled and kissed him hard and deep letting their tongues glide over each other again and again breaking away he husked out against Squall's mouth, “Do you know how much I want you?”

Squall pressed himself tight against Seifer's body and groaned, “Yes, because I want you just as much, but we need to stop.”

“Very well. But when we get home later today baby you are mine.” Seifer promised.

“Seif, that's a promise you better keep.” Squall whispered and gave him one more kiss.

When they arrived at Alcatraz National Park they found that the parking lot was already crowded. Squall found an empty space and pulled the black BMW into it. “Did he say where he was going to meet you?”

“Yeah he said by the information booth on the dock.” Seifer answered abruptly. Realizing that he was taking his bad mood out on his lover he turned and stroked the back of his fingers down Squall's cheek, “I'm sorry. I'm not angry at you.”

“No apology was needed Seif. Remember I have limbs on my family tree that I wish I could cut off.” Squall replied with a grin.

Seifer quirked a golden eyebrow at him and smirked, “Dead wood?”

Squall laughed, “No more like wood rot.”

Seifer smiled, reached forward and affectionately ruffled Squall's hair, “That's what I like about you Squall you can make me laugh even when I'm in a foul mood.”

Seifer and Squall continued their stroll across the parking lot towards the information booth.

Jack Almasy saw his son approaching with the flattest woman that had ever walked the face of the earth. He sneered contemptuously she'd be a real looker if she had a set of tits. Hadn't she ever heard of silicone? As they got closer he realized his mistake that the person walking with his son wasn't a woman but a man.

His son said something to the pretty boy and a melodious laugh flowed over in his direction. He didn't have to be hit in the head with a stick to know that the elegant young man was a fag. He had wanted to talk to his son alone and here this pretty boy was following him around like a bitch in heat. He had taught his boy better then that, there were just certain types you didn't associate with, and that little light in the loafers faggot was one of them.

Jack Almasy stomped over to where they were approaching and snapped, “Seifer.”

“Father.” Seifer sneered.

“Don't you take that attitude with me boy.” Jack barked at his son.

“Look, Squall and I have plans for the rest of the day so whatever it is you're going to berate me on get it over with.” Seifer said through gritted teeth.

Squall stood quietly and observed Jack Almasy he wasn't as tall as his son was in fact he barely hit the 6' mark. His head was shaved in the classic high and tight style that was favored by most men in the armed services. He had seen pictures of his own father when his hair had been cut almost the same way. Jack Almasy's eyes were a dull bottle green and his nose looked like it had been broken at least once. Where Seifer had a strong jaw line this man's was weak. He really didn't like to rely on first impressions, knowing that sometimes they were wrong. But he knew instinctively that Seifer's father was an asshole.

“I don't give a damn if you have plans or not. You and I are going to have a talk.” Jack grabbed his son by the arm and tried to drag him away.

“I'm not going anywhere with you.” Seifer let out an exasperated breath, “Let me see if I can guess why you're here. One: You're broke. Two: You need a place to stay. Or three: You've come to tell me what a useless son I am. Whatever it is save it. Because One: I don't have any money to give you. Two: I don't have my own place. And three: It doesn't matter what you think about me.”

“Now look boy, that's not why I came here. I talked to some people on the force in Dallas and they said that if you come back to Texas that they will make you a Sergeant.” Jack dangled the carrot in front of Seifer's nose.

“Thanks but no thanks. My homes here now, besides I like my job and I like my new partner.” Seifer signaled Squall to come forward. “Father this is Squall Leonhart.”

“I didn't think they let your kind be cops.” Jack sneered contemptuously at Squall.

“Oh and what kinds that?” Squall asked in bewilderment, even though he knew exactly what Seifer's father had meant.

“Ah hell!” Seifer groaned he saw the danger signals flash in Squall's eyes and knew that if his father said anything detrimental he would soon be cut to ribbons on the sharp edge of Squall's tongue. Before his father could reply Seifer continued, “Squall this is my father Jack Almasy.”

Squall held out his hand and waited for the handshake he knew would not be forthcoming and smiled malevolently at Jack Almasy, “Don't worry. It's not catching.”

Seifer wished he had the luxury of just standing back and watching his lover rip his father to shreds but he wanted that pleasure himself, “There's something else you need to know about Squall father.”

“What that he's a Nancy boy?” Jack sneered.

“No that he's my lover.” Seifer replied seriously and put his arm around Squall and drew him close.

Jack Almasy's response was what his son was expecting but certainly not Squall. Jack raised his hand up and backhanded Seifer across the face, “No son of mine is going to be a faggot.” He raised his hand again to slap his son but the blow was stopped when a muscular brown arm shot up in front of it.

Jack Almasy found himself on the other end of the glare of sliver blue eyes, “You will never hit him again.” Squall hissed.

“And what are you going to do to stop me pretty boy?” He sneered.

Seifer wiped the blood away from his split lip, “Nothing! He's going to do nothing, and neither am I you're not worth it you're ignorant and a bigot. You always said that I was a disappointment as a son, well you're a poor fucking excuse for a father. I love him!” Seifer finished passionately and took Squall's arm and led him back towards the car.

Jack Almasy was incensed he shouted, “You're no longer my son.”

Seifer glared briefly over his shoulder at his father and sneered, “Good!” And continued pulling Squall across the parking lot towards the BMW.

When they reached the car Squall reached up and ran his fingers down Seifer's cheek and frowned his disapproval at his lover's lip that was split open and bleeding, “Seif, I'm sorry.”

“Sorry for what Squall? Sorry that he knows that I love you.”

Squall smiled up at him, “No never sorry for that. But sorry that he won't accept you.” Then he saw the hurt that briefly flashed in Seifer's eyes and he knew what it was from.

Seifer turned his head away but found his chin was grabbed and he was forced to look at Squall again.

“Seif, I should have said this first. I love you too.” Squall said softly.

Seifer's lime-green eyes opened with apparent shock, “Really!”

“Of course really. Why do you find that so hard to believe?”

“Because no one has ever loved me before Squall.”

Squall pulled his head down and licked gently along Seifer's lips, tasting the saltiness of his blood, and continued to lick them until they parted to except his tongue into his mouth where it stroked along his and along the roof of his mouth.

Seifer's tongue soon joined in dancing sensuously with Squall's. When they broke the kiss Squall stroked down the side of his face and whispered against his mouth, “That's their problem. You're the first man that I've ever said that to and I want you to be the last. I love you Seifer Almasy!”

“I love you Squall Leonhart. You're the only person that I ever want to say that to.” Seifer replied then added, “I wish we could go home and celebrate,” and nibbled on Squall's neck.

“Ummm, me too.” Squall arched into Seifer's body and moaned. “Unfortunately we can't, we need to meet my dad…” The chirping of Squall's cell phone interrupted the conversation. Fishing it out of his pocket he answered, “Leonhart.”

“Hey Squall, I'm glad your up.” Clouds cheery voice came through to him.

“Good morning Cloud.” Squall replied, not pulling away from Seifer.

“I was hoping that maybe you and Seifer could stop by for a little while this afternoon.” Cloud asked hopefully. “Denny really wants to meet you.”

Before Squall could even ask Seifer murmured in his other ear, “I don't care. Just remember that when we finally get home, your sweet little ass is mine.”

“That's fine Cloud we're meeting my dad for lunch so how does 2:00 sound?” Squall replied stifling the groan that threatened to escape his mouth.

“Perfect.” Cloud said and hung up before Squall had the opportunity to disconnect the call.

Before he clicked his phone shut Squall turned off the ringer and shoved it back in his pocket, grasping Seifer's butt in his hands he growled, “Now about my sweet little ass, I hope that's not the only thing you consider yours.”

“Now Sweet Cheeks, you know that's not the only thing.” Seifer groaned against the top of Squall's head and maneuvered his hand between their bodies and cupped Squall's crotch, “This is also mine.”

“You know it baby.” Squall chuckled and tried to pull away from him, “Come on Seif we need to go.”

Seifer didn't release him and lowered his head and captured Squall's lips once more, “All of you Squall. Every single inch of you is mine. I love you.”

“I love you too Seif.”

Jack Almasy had followed his son across the parking lot and had watched his display with that prancing pretty boy and became even angrier then he was before. He started to stomp over to where the two men were embracing and rip them apart and punch his son into submission. He didn't have the opportunity when the two men broke away from each other, got into the black BMW and drove away. Running across the parking lot he jumped in his rental and followed them.

The first stop that Squall and Seifer made was at Powell's Jeweler's where Squall went in and purchased a silver spoon and had it engraved `Loire'.

Leaving the jewelry store they decided to do a little window-shopping since they didn't need to meet with Laguna and Shauna until noon.

As they passed a tee shirt store Seifer stopped and looked at two of the shirts hanging on display in the window. “Wait here Sweet Cheeks, I'll be right back.” Seifer smiled down at his lover.

Entering the store Seifer found the shirts he was looking for and purchased them. Smirking a little he walked outside and found that Sephiroth was harassing Squall.

Squall smiled after the retreating back of his lover but the smile quickly turned into a scowl when he heard that oh so familiar voice behind him.

“Hello Blue Eyes.” Sephiroth oozed.

Squall pivoted around and glared at the man and demanded rudely, “What the hell do you want?”

“Why Blue Eyes, you don't have to take that attitude with me. Why don't you and I go and have a glass of wine together and talk?” Sephiroth offered in an oil slick voice.

“I want you to listen to me very carefully, I want you to leave me the fuck alone. Capite?” Squall snarled.

Sephiroth grabbed Squall and pressed him against the wall and tried to kiss him. Before he could ram his tongue between Squall's clenched teeth, he was pulled violently away from Squall and thrown down the sidewalk with a very pissed off Seifer Almasy following him.

Picking the silver-haired man up Seifer slammed him into a wall and snarled in a low deadly growl, “If you ever touch him again I will rip your spine out through your nostrils.”

Sephiroth shook off the after effects of being slammed into the wall, “Do you have any idea who I am you stupid hick?”

“Yeah! You're the poster boy for forced sterilization and you're also the piece of shit that's been fucking with my boyfriend. So consider this your final warning you son of a diseased whore, Squall is mine! And if you come near him again I'll personally rip your dick off and shove it up your ass.” Seifer slammed Sephiroth into the wall one more time and watched dispassionately as the other man slid to the ground.

Turning around Seifer came close to smashing into Squall and gazing down into his lovers face saw the concern in his beautiful blue eyes.

Squall was startled at the animosity in Seifer's blazing lime green eyes, reaching up he stroked his fingers down his lover's cheek and said softly, “Come on Seif, let's get out of here.” Then placed his arm around his lover's waist led him away from where Sephiroth was laying in a gasping heap on the sidewalk.

Pulling up to a standing position a malignant look crossed Sephiroth's face as he watched the two men retreat down the sidewalk. He growled, “You have made a very powerful enemy.” He needed information on the blond, flipping open his cell phone he called Reno and told him what was required.

Squall and Seifer entered Rack of Ribs and saw that Laguna was already waiting for them. Walking over Squall greeted his father with a smile and joked, “Dad, it's been too long.”

Laguna stood and hugged his son, “Smart ass. Please sit, Shauna will be right back.”

Squall and Seifer had just sat down when Jack Almasy stomped through the door and approached the table and roared at his son, “I wasn't finished talking to you boy.”

Laguna raised an eyebrow at the confrontation and asked, “May I help you?”

Jack Almasy turned on the other man and snapped, “Who the fuck are you?”

“How rude of me. I'm Laguna Loire, Squall's father. And you are?” Laguna replied in a tight voice.

Jack looked down at Laguna Loire a look of disgust on his face, “How do you stomach having an ass-reaming faggot for a son?”

“Excuse me?” Laguna asked the anger starting to roll off of him, but held his temper in check the man was a schmuck an ignorant schmuck.

At that moment Shauna walked up, and leaning down gave her stepson and Seifer hugs, “Hi guys.” And sat down by her husband.

Jack looked at the woman and snarled, “I should have expected as much from a nigga' lover.”

“I do not like that word Mr. Almasy. It show's how ignorant a person can be. I also don't like my son being referred to as a faggot. You will leave now.” Laguna stood up and glared at the other man.

Seifer hung his head in mortification, he was embarrassed over his father's behavior and was thankful that he didn't share the man's views. Even though while he was growing up he was reminded daily about how superior white people were to everyone else. He remembered how he had been smacked across the room one day for asking, “Aren't we all part of the human race?”

“Do me a favor. Why don't you crawl on back to hell and get out of my life for good.” Seifer stood up and stared coldly at his father. “I hate you and I hate everything that you stand for. Laguna is right you are an ignorant bigot. The only good thing that came out of you was Quis and I. Now leave before I forget my manners and throw you threw the god damn window.”

“Boy you seem to forget who your talking to.” Jack raised his hand and tried to backslap his son again.

“Laguna is there a problem here?” A new voice entered the mix.

“No Javahn.” Laguna replied with a forced smile, “Mr. Almasy was just leaving.”

“I ain't leavin' until I've said my piece coon fucker.”

“Actually yes you are. We don't appreciate that kind of language in here.” Javahn growled down at the smaller man.

Jack Almasy spun around and came nose to chest with a walking mountain looking up he was being glared at by the hugest African-American man that he had ever seen and his eyes widened with fear.

Javahn Seagill stood 7'6” tall and looked like he could wrestle a freight train and win. He growled, “You will leave my restaurant. Now!”

Jack Almasy made a very wise decision he turned and stomped out of the restaurant.

“Hi daddy.” Shauna greeted him.

The scowl left Javahn's face as he walked around the table and scooped her up in a hug, “How's my little girl doing?”

“I'm thriving and I'm going to make you a grandpa again.” Shauna smiled at her father again. “Please join us.”

Javahn took the one of the reaming chairs and held out his hand to Seifer, “Hi I'm Javahn Seagill.”

Seifer took the man's hand and shook it, “Seifer Almasy, and I feel like I need to apologize for his behavior.”

Laguna smiled across the table at Seifer, “Now why do you feel like you should apologize for him. Seifer he's an adult and therefore responsible for his own actions.”

“It's just that he's my father.” Seifer offered lamely still embarrassed over his father's behavior.

Squall rested his hand on Seifer's knee and smiled at him, “Seif, my dad's right and you know it. Please don't blame yourself.”

That dazzling smile on Squall's mouth was all it took Seifer knew that they were right, “Alright, I won't blame myself.”

When the waitress came over to take their order Seifer looked at Squall and smirked, “What do you recommend Food Guru?”

Squall laughed, “Have what ever you want.” Smiling at the waitress he said, “I want the country fried steak with brown gravy and the whipped sweet potatoes. The garden salad with no dressing and a glass of sweet tea.”

The waitress took everyone else's orders finishing with Seifer, “I'll take the baby back ribs, whipped sweet potatoes, the fried okra and a bowl of grits as well as the sweet tea.”

“Do you want sugar or honey with your grits sir.” The waitress asked.

“I am not a damn Yankee. Butter, salt and pepper it's the only way to eat them.” Seifer replied the southern twang really coming out on the word Yankee.

After they had finished eating Squall handed Shauna the gift bag from the jewelry store.

When she opened the black velvet box she saw the little silver spoon lying on a pool of white satin. Smiling at her stepson she said, “How did you know?”

“Dad sounded giddy.” Squall replied with an easy grin.

Authors note: I used babelfish as translator for this, if you see any mistakes let me know and I will correct them.

Je t aime: I love you in French

Capite: Do you understand in Italian