Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Breakfast in bed and cat toys ( Chapter 29 )

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

CHAPTER 29: Breakfast in bed and cat toys

Carrie was about to put in the call to Dr. White when Squall stopped her by saying, “Before you make that call I want to take a shower and get this blood washed off of me. Don't worry none of it's mine. I don't want to have to answer any questions so as far as he will know I slipped and clunked my head in the bathtub.”

Carrie didn't argue with him she knew he was right she also knew that's why he hadn't gone to the Emergency Room.

Seifer was about to protest but thinking about it logically he also knew that Squall was right. There would be a lot of questions. Questions that none of them wanted to answer. Besides how would you respond? `Gee it's like this doc, I was kidnapped by a psycho but before he could rape or torture me to death a Federal Agent shot and killed him.' Yeah right that would go over like the preverbal lead balloon.

Scooping Squall up in his arms he carried him into the bathroom where he stripped off their clothes and stepped into the shower with his lover. “I was worried about you Squall. I called your cell at least 50 times and all I got was your voice mail.” Seifer said soothingly. “I love you so much.”

Squall nestled in tighter against Seifer's hard body, needing the comfort that he offered. He started to shake uncontrollably, tears of relief filling his eyes. His usually calm voice cracked and quaked, “I didn't show it, but I was afraid Seif, afraid that I would never see you or my family again.” He needed to tell someone what Sephiroth had threatened to do. He needed that closure otherwise he would more likely then not have screaming nightmares about it.

Squall knew he wasn't weak and he knew that his crying in front of his lover wasn't a sign of weakness. Because sometimes even the strongest people needed that release of pent up emotions. “He said that he was going to rape me and he said that he was going to abduct you and force you to watch as he tortured me. Oh he didn't say torture but to me it would have been. He said that he was going to touch me and have me screaming for release then he said that he would kill you and…” He couldn't continue. His voice was shaking so bad, he knew he was free from that walking nightmare.

“Squall!” Seifer's voice was a soft command, “Squall look at me.”

When Squall had complied Seifer cupped his chin tenderly in both hands, “It's okay baby. You're home now and you're safe. And I swear to you that I will try to never let anything happen to you again. Just let it all go baby.”

Holding Squall one armed against him Seifer picked up the soap and started to run it down his lover's smooth skin. When he reached Squall's ass he also encountered the thick gauze pad. “I thought you said that the only thing he did was thunk you on the head and backhand you across the face? If that's all he did why are there bandages on your ass?”

Squall actually giggled, “With everything else that happened I had forgotten about that.” Squirming around he continued, “Pull the bandage off Seif.”

Seifer raised an inquisitive brow but did as Squall had bid him and pulled the gauze pad off and smiled at the tattoo that was now on his Sweet Cheeks right butt cheek.

Turning back around Squall loped his arms around Seifer's neck, “I wanted to surprise you. So I got myself `branded'.”

“So that's what my brand looks like? You do realize that since you're wearing my brand if anyone comes sniffing around you again I'll hang them for rustling.”

Squall smiled at him appreciating the possessiveness that came through in Seifer's voice and said warmly, “I need to finish my shower.”

“Let me my Biseinen boy.” Seifer replied with a grin and taking the soap once again he lathered Squall's body down removing all trace of blood and brain matter that still clung to his skin. Lastly he took the shampoo and tenderly washed the silky soft dark chocolate locks.

Helping Squall out of the shower Seifer dried him off then wrapping a towel around his own waist he carried his nude lover into their bedroom and sat him on the bed. Crossing over to the dresser he pulled out two pairs of sweats. Carrying them over to the bed he helped Squall dress, then shimmied into his own pair.

“After the doctor leaves if you want I can undress you again.” Seifer offered.

His head was really hurting now and he murmured, “Whatever.”

Seifer stuck his head out the bedroom door and told Carrie to go ahead and call the doctor. While she did that he made quick work of gathering up Squall's bloodstained clothes and taking them out shoved them in the washing machine.

When he got back into the main house he found that Carrie was sitting on the edge of the bed talking to her brother and holding an ice pack against his swollen cheek. “I plugged your cell phone in for you while you were in the shower.”

“Thanks Care.” Squall answered.

When the doctor arrived Seifer led him into the bedroom, where he preformed the examination. Starting with the goose egg on the back of Squall's head then the checking the bruise that was on his cheek. Smiling at his patient he asked, “Do you have any sensitivity to light or noise?”

“No.” Squall answered.

“Any ringing in your ears, blurred or double vision, nausea or vomiting?”

“No. Just a blinding headache.” Squall replied.

“Your pupils aren't dilated so I doubt if you have a concussion. I'm going to give you a shot for the pain and a prescription for Vicaden that you can have filled tomorrow.” Dr. White offered with a kind smile.

“No! No Vicaden. I can't take that shit.” Squall said.

“Very well Squall, how about Darvocet or prescription Ibuprofen?” He offered instead.

“That's fine. As long as it doesn't have codeine in it.” Squall replied.

“That's right. I forgot that you were allergic. Now I want you to get plenty of rest for the next couple of days. I'm sure the streets of San Francisco will be safe without you. But if you develop any adverse symptoms I want you to go to the ER.”

“I will.” Squall promised.

Turning to the two other occupants in the room Dr. White smiled, “I need to speak with Squall alone. Would you please wait in the other room?” He had seen the angry looking bruise on Squall's cheek. He knew about Squall's sexual preference and knew that the tall blond was his lover. He had seen these signs before he was afraid to ask but he needed to know. He waited until Seifer and Carrie had left the room and going over closed the bedroom door.

“That must have been one hell of a fall you took Squall, too not only bang the back of your head but wind up bruising your cheek as well.” Dr. White offered in an accusing manner.

“Let me save you the trouble. Seifer didn't hit me.” Squall said tightly.

“Look Squall, I've seen domestic violence cases before.”

“So have I and let me reiterate the fact that Seifer did not do this to me. Do you actually think that he'd still be up and walking around if he had? I have a big gun and I know how to use it.” Squall replied curtly.

“Very well. But you know as well as I do that you didn't receive those injuries from slipping in the bathtub.” Dr. White said with a forced smile. Squall remained silent so he continued, “I don't want to see the other guy do I?”

Squall replied lowly, “No! You don't.” And left it at that.

Dr. White prepared the injection and had Squall roll over and pull his sweats down a little to expose his left hip. After giving his patient the shot he wrote him out a prescription for Darvocet and departed.

After the doctor had left Seifer entered the bedroom and lay down on the bed beside Squall, “Carrie is still worried about you.” He offered and continued, “I told her she could sleep in here with us if you didn't mind.”

“I don't mind.” Squall replied with a jaw-snapping yawn.

“Care Bear, get in here.” Seifer called out. Carrie entered the room a few minutes later, dressed in a pair of lime green pajamas. “Crawl on in.” Seifer said and indicated the space on the other side of him.

Carrie crawled in between the soft cotton sheets and stifled a giggle.

“What?” Seifer asked her over his shoulder. He had spooned his body around Squall's.

“Oh nothing. It's just when I said that I could sleep with you I wasn't expecting my brother to be in the same bed.” She laughed softly.

Seifer smirked into Squall's soft hair, “Go to sleep. And yes if you want you can cuddle up to me. Just be careful where you put your hands.”

Carrie blushed but snuggled in against Seifer's broad warm back and soon joined he and her brother in the realms of dreamland.

The next morning Carrie woke before Seifer or her brother and got to see something that no one else ever had and probably never would. Seifer was asleep on his back with Squall curled around him. Using the big blonds shoulder for a pillow. Even in sleep there was such a look of love and devotion on their faces that it left her breathless and almost to the point of tears. They were so perfect and beautiful together and she wished that she knew how to paint so she could have captured on canvas the etherealness that radiated off two of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen.

Pulling quietly out of bed she left the room a smile on her face. She would surprise them with breakfast in bed. Making her way to the kitchen she quickly brewed a pot of coffee and made ham and cheese omelets for them. Balancing the plates and two steaming cups of coffee on a tray she carried them into the bedroom.

The smell of food caused Squall's nose to twitch just a little bit. The rumbling in his tummy woke him up and he realized that he was ravenous since he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast yesterday. Looking up he saw his sister with the tray of food. Nudging Seifer slightly he said, “Wake up sleepy head. Breakfast is served.”

Hearing the word breakfast brought Seifer instantly awake, “Sweet Cheeks the doctor told you that you needed to rest.”

“And I have been. Care made us breakfast.” Squall smiled at his lover then his sister.

Carrie brought the tray over and asked Seifer to sit the legs of it down when he had she placed it over her brothers lap. “You two enjoy your breakfast.”

Seifer smiled at her too, “Aren't you going to join us?”

“You don't mind?” She asked shyly.

“Not at-tall.” Seifer replied.

When Carrie returned to the bedroom with her omelet she paused in the doorway and gazed at the innocent intimate scene that was before her. Seifer was cutting off pieces of the omelet and feeding her brother small bites.

Squall smiled at his lover and said, “I can feed myself you know.”

“I know. But how many time do I have to tell you to shut up and let me take care of you?” Seifer growled good-naturedly. Then took a bite of his eggs.

“I'm just afraid how much this is going to wind up costing me?” Squall said sarcastically.

Seifer glanced up and saw Carrie watching them he smirked and said, “A million kisses.”

Carrie smiled softly and carried her plate over and sat down on the foot of the bed and ate breakfast with them. After they had finished she took the dishes into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. Grabbing the pot of coffee she headed back to the bedroom to refill coffee cups but found that Seifer had scooped Squall up and had carried him into the living room. She silently witnessed the tender kiss that Seifer gave her brother.

“I'm going to take a shower then go and pick up your prescription.” Seifer murmured against Squall's lips.

“Ummm! Good my cheek is killing me.” Squall replied softly.

“How `bout your head Sweet Cheeks?” Seifer asked concern filling his voice.

“Just a little achy.” Squall replied.

“I love you baby.”

“I love you to Seif.”

Seifer pulled away and went back into their room, showered and changed his clothes. Within half an hour he was ready to leave. Crossing over he gave Squall another kiss on the mouth. Turning he gave Carrie one as well hers on the forehead took the keys to the Beamer and was gone.

After he had filled the prescription Seifer was getting ready to get back in the car when he heard a pathetic cry. Glancing around for the source of the noise he saw a tiny bedraggled Siamese kitten. He was going to ignore it but the stupid thing saw him and let out with another howl of displeasure. Grimacing he went over and picked it up which caused the little ball of fluff to start purring. “You realize that me taking you home is going to get me into trouble right?” Seifer questioned the kitten gazing into her blue eyes that so reminded him of Squalls.

“Squall's going to kill me,” Seifer muttered to himself, but figured that if Squall protested to much that he would find the kitten a good home.

“The first order of business flea bait is finding a vet that I can get you into and get your shots and get you dipped.” Seifer said to the purring kitten. Turning around he walked back into the pharmacy and asked the cashier if she knew of a veterinarian that was close by.

She answered that there was one just right down the street and they would be able to help him there. She also said that they carried all sorts of pet supplies.

Not wanting to worry Squall he made a quick call back to the house and told his lover that he would be running a little late and that he had a surprise for him.

While the kitten had her shots and was being bathed and flea dipped Seifer shopped for the supplies that would be needed to take care of her. A very knowledgeable staff person helped him get everything that he would need including a book on the care of kittens and cats. Wheeling the cart up to the front he paid for the items he had picked out for the little bull of fuzz. His purchases included a Litter Maid, a scratching post, kitty litter, food and water dishes, kitten food, a little rhinestone collar, a variety of toys and a bed.

When he went to pick her up he took the vet's advice and picked up a three pack of flea treatment. Wheeling his purchases out to the car he settled the kitten on the passenger seat in the pet carrier that they had so thoughtfully provided. Loading the rest of the stuff in the back seat he gazed over at his little passenger. “I hope you appreciate this fuzz butt. I just spent a lot of money on you.” He shoved his finger through one of the bars and tickled her little pink nose.

When he got back to the house he grabbed the pet carrier and the bag from the pharmacy. He knew that he wouldn't be able to carry everything he needed some help so he beeped the horn.

Squall and Carrie had been sitting talking when they heard the car pull into the garage that was followed shortly by the horn beeping. “I'll go see what Seifer needs.” Carrie offered and rose from where she had been sitting.

Arriving at the garage she saw Seifer wrestling the bags and boxes out of the back seat. An elegantly arched eyebrow shot up high on her forehead. “Seifer what in the world did you buy?”

Seifer turned and held a finger up to his lips and signaled her over with the other hand and showed her the kitten. “Do you think Squall will like her?” He asked softly.

Carrie looked at the sleeping kitten and whispered back, “If he doesn't I do. Take her in and I'll grab the rest of this stuff.”

Seifer removed the sleeping kitten from the carrier and nestled her under his chin and carried her into the house. He was thankful that Squall wasn't facing the door. “Close your eyes Sweet Cheeks. I have a present for you.”

Squall did as Seifer requested an amused look crossing his fine features.

Seifer brought the kitten over and dropped her in Squall's lap. “Open your eyes.”

Squall did and glanced down to see the kitten that was slowly crawling her way up his chest. “What in the hell is this?”

“A kitten. Duh!” Seifer replied factiously.

“I know it's a kitten. What is this flea bitten bag of bones doing in my house?” Squall asked a little shortly.

“I brought her home for you. And she doesn't have fleas I already took her to the vet and had her shots and flea dipped.” Seifer replied a little hurt.

The kitten had managed to crawl all the way Squall's chest. When he looked down at her again she pressed her nose against his, and let out a little mew which made him instantly fell in love with her.

“Oh alright we can keep her.” Squall smiled and cuddled her under his chin. Enjoying the feeling of her vibrating purr against his throat.

“Good. What are you going to name her?”

“I'm going to name her Little Seifer so I won't feel guilty when I abuse her.” He laughed at the chagrined look on his lover's face and rubbed his fingers along her soft furry belly.

“That's a girl kitten. You realize that don't you?” Seifer replied.

“Whatever.” Squall smirked and held the kitten closer to him. He had always loved cats and had been seriously contemplating getting one again. Smiling at Seifer he signaled him down, and gave him a kiss. “Thank you Seif. I love her.”

Seifer retuned the kiss, “Your welcome babe.” Then he turned serious, “You're not really going to name her Little Seifer are you?”

“I certainly am. That way every time I look at her I will be reminded of you and how much I love you.” Squall answered honestly.

After they had eaten lunch Squall found that he was tired and told Carrie and Seifer that he was going to take a nap. As he headed for the bedroom Little Seifer gamboled after him meowing pathetically. Squall turned and looked down at he kitten kneeling he shook his finger sternly at her and said, “No! You don't sleep in this room.”

The finger waving in front of her face fascinated Little Seifer. Rising up on her hind legs she swatted at her new toy. Then looked at her `daddy' and started purring.

Squall chuckled as he picked her up, “Okay just this once.” And carried her into the bedroom with him, he was soon asleep with the kitten curled up beside his head on the pillow. Squall was awoken a few hours later with Little Seifer batting playfully at his hair purring the entire time.

That evening when they were ready to retire Seifer told Squall that he thought Little Seifer should sleep with them.

“Absolutely not!” Squall nixed the suggestion.

“Why not. She napped with you and didn't cause any trouble.” Seifer said picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom.

“Seif, I don't think that's a good idea.” Squall responded following him and putting his arms around his blond lover, “Because I'm feeling a lot better and I'm also feeling frisky.”

“Frisky huh? Then we'll just have to take care of that won't we? We can kiss and cuddle until Junior goes to sleep and after she does we can play escaped convict and the wardens son.” Seifer offered with a lusty grin.

Squall shook his head in bemusement, “Why can't I say no to you? I'm going to brush my teeth, I'll be right back.”

Seifer shrugged his shoulders and started to strip off his clothes, when he was nude he slipped into the bed moving the kitten from the center of it to one side. Emerging from the bathroom, Squall shed his own clothing and slid into bed beside his lover.

Seifer drew him close, “Are you sure your up to this?”

Squall responded by rubbing his hardened length against Seifer's thigh proving to him that yes he was up to it. Winding his arms around his lover he kissed him long and deep. Breaking away he whispered, “Tonight dear, I don't have a headache.”

Kissing and caressing each other they waited until the kitten had fallen asleep. Once she had Squall turned over and sprawled across the bed in wanton abandonment.

While they were making love Seifer found out why Squall had been so adamant about Little Seifer sleeping with them when she woke up and took a flying jump and attached herself to his ball sac.

Flinging himself off of Squall, Seifer jumped off the bed yelling his head off trying to dislodge her from his testicles but the harder he tried the harder her little claws sank in.

At first Squall didn't know what was wrong with his lover. They had been making love with each other, when Seifer had started screaming and leaping around like a man possessed. Pulling up into a sitting position Squall saw the reason for his lover's behavior and unable to help it he started laughing.

“Would you help me get this flea bitten rodent off my balls?” Seifer howled. Reaching down he managed to grab her only to get bitten and hissed at.

Little Seifer didn't understand why her cat toy was behaving so bizarrely he's the one that dangled it front of her and she wanted to play. Now that she had her favorite toy she was not going to relinquish it and dug her needle sharp claws in tighter.

Squall was incoherent with laughter and rolling around on the bed holding his sides, while Seifer continued to scream and jump around.

Carrie had been sound asleep in the guest room when she was awoken to the sounds of screaming. Without thinking that she might be running in and finding her brother and Seifer in a compromising situation she dashed through the door and saw Seifer jumping around screaming like a lunatic trying to get a rather frightened looking ball of fluff off his balls. Unable to help it she burst out laughing herself.

Seifer heard a woman's laughter and cocking his head around he saw Carrie and snarled, “Shut up you evil bitch.”

Squall had finally stopped laughing and rolled off the bed and crossed over to where Seifer was standing and managed to pry the kitten off his abused testicles. Tears were still rolling down his face because he had been laughing so hard. Unable to resist the dig he smirked, “Seif, you never told me you were a hermaphrodite, you have a penis and a pussy.”

“Shut up!” Seifer growled clutching his injured balls.

Carrie chuckled and turned around and left the room. When she reached the sanctuary of her room she blushed bright red, good lord she had just seen her brother and his lover nude. But she shook it off and started laughing again.

Squall was still feeling a little ornery, nestling the kitten against his chest he felt that her little heart was pounding 90 to nothing. Turning an accusing look on Big Seifer he said, “Look at what you've done with all you yowling. You've frightened Little Seifer its okay precious daddy's here. Did that big bad man scare you?” Then cuddling her in the crook of his arm he carried her into the living room comforting her the entire time until she started purring and put her in her bed.

“Now this is where you need to sleep.” He whispered as he lay her down and pulled the little blanket up over her, and kissed the top of her furry head.

When Squall got back to the bedroom he saw Seifer sitting on the side of the bed holding a damp washcloth to his injured ball sac. “I'm going to kill that fucking rodent then I'm going to skin her and use her fur as a cozy for my balls.” He snarled angrily.

“You will do no such thing. I told you I didn't want her sleeping with us, but you insisted.” Squall snapped.

Seifer looked chagrined and said, “I'm not going to kill her you know that. You're right I got what I deserved.”

Squall walked over to where his lover was sitting and smiled at him, “Come into the bathroom and let me see how much damage she did.”

Seifer followed him wincing slightly at how uncomfortable it was to move. Sitting on the edge of the tub he spread his legs and removed the washcloth.

Squall frowned, he felt really guilty now for laughing while his lover was in distress. Opening the medicine chest he removed a box of gauze pads, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a tube of Neosporin. Kneeling between Seifer's spread thighs he glanced up and chewed on his lower lip a little. “I'm sorry I laughed at you Seif.”

Then lowering his eyes Squall opened the bottle of peroxide and taking a towel lay it on the floor to catch what spilled over. “This is probably going to sting like a son of a bitch.” He warned and started pouring the liquid over Seifer's injuries.

Seifer yelped in pain as the peroxide bubbled into the tiny holes that the kitten had made with those switchblades that she called claws. But felt a cool gentle breeze as Squall softly blew against the abused flesh.

Squall took a clean washcloth and tenderly washed away any reaming trace of blood from his lover. Picking up the tube of Neosporin he put a liberally amount on his fingers, before he applied it to the injured flesh he leaned in and gently kissed them. Then rubbed the soothing antibiotic cream to the wounds.

Looking up one more time Squall saw Seifer was biting his lower lip tears in his amazing lime green eyes. He was instantly alarmed, “Did I hurt you baby?”

Seifer's response was laughter, he could only imagine what it looked like, a man that was close to six and half feet tall being brought low by a kitten that was roughly the size of a Beanie Baby. If he had been witness to it he knew that he would have been laughing just as hard if not harder then his beautiful lover had. Pulling Squall up he kissed him tenderly and whispered, “I'm fine Sweet Cheeks. But unfortunately I'm really sore now so we're going to have finish playing later.” Standing Seifer scooped Squall up and carried him back to bed.