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Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer Almasy x Squall Leonhart
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: R, overall? :/
#01 - Comfort
They don't have any comfort for each other, only insults and fighting, but that's enough -- more than enough -- the fighting, the harsh words, it's better than emptiness.
#02 - Kiss
The first kiss was brutal, as much part of the fight as anything tender, and they stood there, gunblades falling to the ground with a ring of metal, and clung together, fingers digging into arm muscle, mouths open and almost eating each other -- the second kiss was softer, the third desperate, the fourth accompanied by fumbling, by clothes falling to the ground in quick impatience.
#03 - Soft
Softness wasn't something Seifer expected to feel from Squall, but waking one morning, he saw that soft part of Squall -- a part that he would surely never show to anyone else -- a quieter, open expression, and his fingers, rough and cool, stroked along Seifer's scar again and again, restless, loving, tender.
#04 - Pain
Pain was the same as pleasure between them, it was a pleasure to fight, to use all their energy to hurt each other, and pain was somehow the only pleasure they had to give each other anyway, empty of all but fighting and striving, the only love they could show for each other was to keep fighting, to keep meeting, cold mornings and frostbitten nights.
#05 - Potatoes
The cafeteria staff managed to mangle even potatoes, Seifer thought, pushing his plate off the table and onto the floor, watching it splatter with a kind of smirk, turning -- to meet Squall's eyes, and a displeased, exasperated -- "What's wrong now, Seifer?"
#06 - Rain
When he was a child, Squall had spent all the time he could, outside, in the rain -- whether he was hiding tears or letting the rain cry for him, Seifer never found out -- but he was sick of the sight, beyond sick of it, and now Squall was twenty, not a child anymore, so Seifer went out into the rain and before Squall really registered his presence he had his arms round him and Squall's face buried in his shoulder.
#07 - Chocolate
Seifer was almost sure that Squall never, ever indulged himself -- not by sleeping in, not by eating good tasting food, not by indulging his tastebuds a little -- so he was determined to indulge Squall enough to make up for it, with chocolate and long mornings of sex and sleep and love.
#08 - Happiness
Happiness, someone once said, is a warm puppy, but Squall knew it wasn't that -- happiness was a good fight, and good sex, and then being held, protected, defended, even when you don't need defending or protecting, by someone so arrogant and so strong and so perfect, someone like Seifer.
#09 - Telephone
Squall's voice on the telephone was always soft, soft and quiet, and Seifer hated talking to him on the phone because he couldn't shake or kiss him out of withdrawal, could only tease and taunt to try and pull Squall out of it, and he hated it, because it was like going back to how it used to be.
#10 - Ears
Seifer liked to pretend that, unlike Squall, he was so tough -- so macho -- that he had no sensitive spots, but Squall knew better, and could make Seifer whimper more than he ever did with the touch of fingers and lips on his neck, on that spot just behind his ears.
#11 - Name
It had taken far too much effort for Seifer to find out Squall's name, when he first came to Garden, already forgetting his childhood companions -- but when he did find out, he was determined to know more, to know everything -- determined not to let his effort be wasted.
#12 - Sensual
There were so many feelings to take in, in time, the rough touch of Seifer's bare hand against his thigh, the smooth cool touch of leather on his face, but what most overwhelmed him was when Seifer clutched him close, hands sliding under jackets, arms moving beneath defences to curl around each other and hold tight.
#13 - Death
They weren't afraid of death -- they laughed at death, courted her, they were in love with the idea of death -- only separation, only losing when they had been so reluctant to find.
#14 - Sex
Sex was as quick and perfect and full of passion as their fights, hands slipping and sliding, clutching and holding, bodies pushing together, working together to make it the best it ever could be, each time again.
#15 - Touch
Squall woke at a touch, even so many years after the war, however gentle Seifer was, however light the touch, fingers soft through his hair, over his cheekbone, Squall would wake, but Seifer never stopped trying to be gentler, to leave Squall sleep.
#16 - Weakness
Even the best swordsman has a weakness, and Squall and Seifer knew each others as well as they knew their own -- so when they stood side by side to fight, they knew how to defend each other, too, and did, with everything they had.
#17 - Tears
He'd never seen Squall's eyes with tears in them -- and he never wanted to, so he looked away when Squall looked at him across a courtroom, as his sentence was read out.
#18 - Speed
Falling in love can be done quickly or slowly, and Seifer was a master at it -- he could fall for a pretty pair of eyes in a moment, though he'd always deny that -- but the kind of falling he did for Squall was slow and full and when he realised it, terrifying.
#19 - Wind
Whenever Squall looked at him, it was like an icy wind swept over and through him -- accusing, hating, blaming him for everything.
#20 - Freedom
There was only one person who would dare stalk into Squall's office and drag him up to kiss him fiercely, hands in his hair, only one who was free of restraints and rules and silly little things, and that was Seifer, and he exploited it -- mercilessly.
#21 - Life
Life, for Squall, was an endless drag of paperwork, grat-slaughtering, and boredom -- for Seifer, it was disrupting Squall's comfortable pattern in as many ways as he could.
#22 - Jealousy
Seifer watched Squall dance with Rinoa with a mixture of bitter jealousy and anger -- how dare they dance together when he loved them both so much? -- how dare they both be out of reach?
#23 - Hands
Their hands were rough, smooth only when wrapped in leather, years of fighting, wielding the heavy gunblade, and they matched, as they laid them palm to palm.
#24 - Taste
Seifer's taste in women was doll-like, dark haired and pretty eyed, but he liked his men with a little more bite -- like Squall, able to fight for himself, with a streak of stubborness, and even if he did had dark hair and absolutely gorgeous, soulcatching eyes, he was anything but a doll and anything but a prize for Seifer to keep locked up away from the rest of his life.
#25 - Devotion
Seifer knew all about devotion, devotion to a cause, devotion to a dream, but he knew when it was unhealthy and he did his best to show Squall that his complete devotion to his job was not a good idea.
#26 - Forever
Squall would have liked it to last forever, the time when they fought without there being any malice in it, only love of the fight and love of each other, practising together, but of course, accidents happen and the two scars, mirroring each other, sealed their fate.
#27 - Blood
The blood flung itself across Seifer's face in the wake of Squall's blade, and finally, he moved, moving forward and stopping Squall's collapse, catching him and holding him tight, tasting blood and anger and regret and a sinister whisper when he tried to kiss Squall -- you've gone too far.
#28 - Sickness
It was like a sickness -- a thing eating away at his mind, biting deep into him -- but he wanted to see Squall hurt, wanted to see him bleed, wanted to rip him apart and ask if he could be cold and unloving then.
#29 - Melody
Seifer sang in the shower, though he'd hate to admit it, and as Squall lay in bed, too tired to move, he listened to Seifer's soft singing -- his voice was a light baritone, a little off key, but not much, and overall not so annoying that Squall wanted to shout at him to stop.
#30 - Star
Think they'll name a star after me someday? he'd once asked Squall, and Squall had given that dispassionate shrug of his, and now he looked up, and wondered whether there was already a star called 'Leonhart' or something, and whether he'd be up there killing him or with some star-Rinoa hanging off his arm.
#31 - Home
Garden was home, but it wasn't really Garden, it was Squall, it was the places they had been -- the training center, where they had fought, the dorm where they'd lost their virginity to each other in a hot angry rush, the dorm where Seifer had first pressed Squall down and fucked him slowly and tenderly and almost lovingly.
#32 - Confusion
Seifer was prepared to cheat to get what he wanted, but there was one spell he wouldn't use -- Confusion -- because that would make Leonhart not Leonhart, and he was so beautiful when he was concentrating on a fight -- but all other spells, to draw pain and anger and amusing stumbles from Squall, those were okay.
#33 - Fear
Squall had never really been afraid of anything, but when he came back, the Sorceress had broken him, and he cringed in fear from everything -- Squall watched him and wondered how to fix him, now that he was afraid of being whole again.
#34 - Lightning/Thunder
The rest of Garden was tucked up in bed, or at least holed up in their rooms, cosy and blocked off from the storm, but Squall and Seifer took their gunblades and went to fight in the middle of it, flashes of lightning reflected from their blades, rain soaking them and making the ground treacherous, the thunder deafening them -- but that only added to the charge of adrenaline, the flashes of brilliant inspiration as they struggled against each other -- and then, later, in bed, the same charged, terribly alive and so fiercely loving energy.
#35 - Bonds
Got you where I want you, haven't I, Leonhart? his eyes seemed to ask, and Squall wriggled and struggled and cursed, but he knew that this time, unlike their play before, there was no safe word, there was no stopping, there was no Seifer with comforting arms and apologetic words, there was only a shadow and a Sorceress.
#36 - Market
So many years on, they would never have expected to reunite in the middle of a market -- but there it was, in Deling City, with a weapons stall -- and when their eyes caught each other's reflection in the polished metal of a gunblade, they were together again and all sins forgiven.
#37 - Technology
There were guns and there were GFs and magic, and there were all the things modern minds could think up, but Squall and Seifer would always prefer their gunblades, and feared the coming of a colder age when the hot, sweaty, exhilarating fights, fights with such overtones of sex and tension, fights with gunblades, were a thing of the past.
#38 - Gift
Squall didn't buy Seifer gifts -- it wasn't that kind of relationship, anyway -- but what he did do was something like that -- sitting up late to polish Seifer's gunblade, repairing the fractured ammo chamber, buying him new ammo and the odd upgrade -- things which all served a dual purpose, showing his feelings but also a practical thing.
#39 - Smile
Seifer didn't smile, he smirked, and it annoyed Squall more than anything he could think of, but at the same time it was nice, it was Seifer and so he loved it.
#40 - Innocence
There wasn't any innocence left in Seifer -- he was jaded, adult, broken -- and yet... and yet, when he touched Squall, he couldn't hurt him anymore.
#41 - Completion
There was Seifer, and there was Squall -- each not quite sure what to do without each other, neither really sure where to go without the other there to push -- never guide, but shove onto the right path -- one without the other was something broken, something incomplete.
#42 - Clouds
Clouds were there one minute and gone the next, smudges of white across the sky, and Seifer hoped that his mistakes were like that -- and that Squall's love for him was not.
#43 - Sky
Some said the sky was the limit, well, as far as Seifer was concerned, the sky was a pretty shitty limit, and if Commander of a Garden and being some shitty hero was Squall's limit, he was just gonna have to cause some more trouble to push him just a bit higher.
#44 - Heaven
If there was a heaven, Seifer sure as hell wasn't going to it -- and he was damn sure Squall wasn't either, even though he was their perfect hero, 'cause he was just as much of a sinner, he just picked the right side to be on.
#45 - Hell
Hell wasn't a pit full of fire, nor was it being mind fucked by a Sorceress, it was being trapped in a cell because everyone believed you had willingly done what you did, because even the one you'd sworn never to hurt believed that too.
#46 - Sun
When they were still in training, sometimes Seifer could still persuade Squall to take the day off and leave Quistis with a quiet class for a day, and then they'd go out, away from Garden and halfway to Balamb, and they'd lie in the sun and talk about dreams -- or rather, Seifer would, and Squall would listen.
#47 - Moon
People said the moon was hard and cold and too far off to reach -- but Seifer knew you didn't have to look as far as that to find something you could never reach, it was right there, Squall Leonhart, the human iceburg.
#48 - Waves
It surprised Seifer, but Squall had a fixation with the sea, and when he dragged Squall down to the shore to fight, he ended up watching him, instead, watching Squall watch the waves.
#49 - Hair
Squall's hair looked soft and silky, but when Seifer ran his fingers through it, he found it thick and a little coarse -- but that didn't matter, because they weren't exactly silky and refined, were they?
#50 - Supernova
There were hot things and there were fucking hot things and there was coming inside Squall Leonhart, which was beyond hot, it was a damned supernova, it was going insane, it was so fucking perfect and so fucking fucked up and Seifer wouldn't trade it for anything.
Pairing: Seifer Almasy x Squall Leonhart
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: R, overall? :/
#01 - Comfort
They don't have any comfort for each other, only insults and fighting, but that's enough -- more than enough -- the fighting, the harsh words, it's better than emptiness.
#02 - Kiss
The first kiss was brutal, as much part of the fight as anything tender, and they stood there, gunblades falling to the ground with a ring of metal, and clung together, fingers digging into arm muscle, mouths open and almost eating each other -- the second kiss was softer, the third desperate, the fourth accompanied by fumbling, by clothes falling to the ground in quick impatience.
#03 - Soft
Softness wasn't something Seifer expected to feel from Squall, but waking one morning, he saw that soft part of Squall -- a part that he would surely never show to anyone else -- a quieter, open expression, and his fingers, rough and cool, stroked along Seifer's scar again and again, restless, loving, tender.
#04 - Pain
Pain was the same as pleasure between them, it was a pleasure to fight, to use all their energy to hurt each other, and pain was somehow the only pleasure they had to give each other anyway, empty of all but fighting and striving, the only love they could show for each other was to keep fighting, to keep meeting, cold mornings and frostbitten nights.
#05 - Potatoes
The cafeteria staff managed to mangle even potatoes, Seifer thought, pushing his plate off the table and onto the floor, watching it splatter with a kind of smirk, turning -- to meet Squall's eyes, and a displeased, exasperated -- "What's wrong now, Seifer?"
#06 - Rain
When he was a child, Squall had spent all the time he could, outside, in the rain -- whether he was hiding tears or letting the rain cry for him, Seifer never found out -- but he was sick of the sight, beyond sick of it, and now Squall was twenty, not a child anymore, so Seifer went out into the rain and before Squall really registered his presence he had his arms round him and Squall's face buried in his shoulder.
#07 - Chocolate
Seifer was almost sure that Squall never, ever indulged himself -- not by sleeping in, not by eating good tasting food, not by indulging his tastebuds a little -- so he was determined to indulge Squall enough to make up for it, with chocolate and long mornings of sex and sleep and love.
#08 - Happiness
Happiness, someone once said, is a warm puppy, but Squall knew it wasn't that -- happiness was a good fight, and good sex, and then being held, protected, defended, even when you don't need defending or protecting, by someone so arrogant and so strong and so perfect, someone like Seifer.
#09 - Telephone
Squall's voice on the telephone was always soft, soft and quiet, and Seifer hated talking to him on the phone because he couldn't shake or kiss him out of withdrawal, could only tease and taunt to try and pull Squall out of it, and he hated it, because it was like going back to how it used to be.
#10 - Ears
Seifer liked to pretend that, unlike Squall, he was so tough -- so macho -- that he had no sensitive spots, but Squall knew better, and could make Seifer whimper more than he ever did with the touch of fingers and lips on his neck, on that spot just behind his ears.
#11 - Name
It had taken far too much effort for Seifer to find out Squall's name, when he first came to Garden, already forgetting his childhood companions -- but when he did find out, he was determined to know more, to know everything -- determined not to let his effort be wasted.
#12 - Sensual
There were so many feelings to take in, in time, the rough touch of Seifer's bare hand against his thigh, the smooth cool touch of leather on his face, but what most overwhelmed him was when Seifer clutched him close, hands sliding under jackets, arms moving beneath defences to curl around each other and hold tight.
#13 - Death
They weren't afraid of death -- they laughed at death, courted her, they were in love with the idea of death -- only separation, only losing when they had been so reluctant to find.
#14 - Sex
Sex was as quick and perfect and full of passion as their fights, hands slipping and sliding, clutching and holding, bodies pushing together, working together to make it the best it ever could be, each time again.
#15 - Touch
Squall woke at a touch, even so many years after the war, however gentle Seifer was, however light the touch, fingers soft through his hair, over his cheekbone, Squall would wake, but Seifer never stopped trying to be gentler, to leave Squall sleep.
#16 - Weakness
Even the best swordsman has a weakness, and Squall and Seifer knew each others as well as they knew their own -- so when they stood side by side to fight, they knew how to defend each other, too, and did, with everything they had.
#17 - Tears
He'd never seen Squall's eyes with tears in them -- and he never wanted to, so he looked away when Squall looked at him across a courtroom, as his sentence was read out.
#18 - Speed
Falling in love can be done quickly or slowly, and Seifer was a master at it -- he could fall for a pretty pair of eyes in a moment, though he'd always deny that -- but the kind of falling he did for Squall was slow and full and when he realised it, terrifying.
#19 - Wind
Whenever Squall looked at him, it was like an icy wind swept over and through him -- accusing, hating, blaming him for everything.
#20 - Freedom
There was only one person who would dare stalk into Squall's office and drag him up to kiss him fiercely, hands in his hair, only one who was free of restraints and rules and silly little things, and that was Seifer, and he exploited it -- mercilessly.
#21 - Life
Life, for Squall, was an endless drag of paperwork, grat-slaughtering, and boredom -- for Seifer, it was disrupting Squall's comfortable pattern in as many ways as he could.
#22 - Jealousy
Seifer watched Squall dance with Rinoa with a mixture of bitter jealousy and anger -- how dare they dance together when he loved them both so much? -- how dare they both be out of reach?
#23 - Hands
Their hands were rough, smooth only when wrapped in leather, years of fighting, wielding the heavy gunblade, and they matched, as they laid them palm to palm.
#24 - Taste
Seifer's taste in women was doll-like, dark haired and pretty eyed, but he liked his men with a little more bite -- like Squall, able to fight for himself, with a streak of stubborness, and even if he did had dark hair and absolutely gorgeous, soulcatching eyes, he was anything but a doll and anything but a prize for Seifer to keep locked up away from the rest of his life.
#25 - Devotion
Seifer knew all about devotion, devotion to a cause, devotion to a dream, but he knew when it was unhealthy and he did his best to show Squall that his complete devotion to his job was not a good idea.
#26 - Forever
Squall would have liked it to last forever, the time when they fought without there being any malice in it, only love of the fight and love of each other, practising together, but of course, accidents happen and the two scars, mirroring each other, sealed their fate.
#27 - Blood
The blood flung itself across Seifer's face in the wake of Squall's blade, and finally, he moved, moving forward and stopping Squall's collapse, catching him and holding him tight, tasting blood and anger and regret and a sinister whisper when he tried to kiss Squall -- you've gone too far.
#28 - Sickness
It was like a sickness -- a thing eating away at his mind, biting deep into him -- but he wanted to see Squall hurt, wanted to see him bleed, wanted to rip him apart and ask if he could be cold and unloving then.
#29 - Melody
Seifer sang in the shower, though he'd hate to admit it, and as Squall lay in bed, too tired to move, he listened to Seifer's soft singing -- his voice was a light baritone, a little off key, but not much, and overall not so annoying that Squall wanted to shout at him to stop.
#30 - Star
Think they'll name a star after me someday? he'd once asked Squall, and Squall had given that dispassionate shrug of his, and now he looked up, and wondered whether there was already a star called 'Leonhart' or something, and whether he'd be up there killing him or with some star-Rinoa hanging off his arm.
#31 - Home
Garden was home, but it wasn't really Garden, it was Squall, it was the places they had been -- the training center, where they had fought, the dorm where they'd lost their virginity to each other in a hot angry rush, the dorm where Seifer had first pressed Squall down and fucked him slowly and tenderly and almost lovingly.
#32 - Confusion
Seifer was prepared to cheat to get what he wanted, but there was one spell he wouldn't use -- Confusion -- because that would make Leonhart not Leonhart, and he was so beautiful when he was concentrating on a fight -- but all other spells, to draw pain and anger and amusing stumbles from Squall, those were okay.
#33 - Fear
Squall had never really been afraid of anything, but when he came back, the Sorceress had broken him, and he cringed in fear from everything -- Squall watched him and wondered how to fix him, now that he was afraid of being whole again.
#34 - Lightning/Thunder
The rest of Garden was tucked up in bed, or at least holed up in their rooms, cosy and blocked off from the storm, but Squall and Seifer took their gunblades and went to fight in the middle of it, flashes of lightning reflected from their blades, rain soaking them and making the ground treacherous, the thunder deafening them -- but that only added to the charge of adrenaline, the flashes of brilliant inspiration as they struggled against each other -- and then, later, in bed, the same charged, terribly alive and so fiercely loving energy.
#35 - Bonds
Got you where I want you, haven't I, Leonhart? his eyes seemed to ask, and Squall wriggled and struggled and cursed, but he knew that this time, unlike their play before, there was no safe word, there was no stopping, there was no Seifer with comforting arms and apologetic words, there was only a shadow and a Sorceress.
#36 - Market
So many years on, they would never have expected to reunite in the middle of a market -- but there it was, in Deling City, with a weapons stall -- and when their eyes caught each other's reflection in the polished metal of a gunblade, they were together again and all sins forgiven.
#37 - Technology
There were guns and there were GFs and magic, and there were all the things modern minds could think up, but Squall and Seifer would always prefer their gunblades, and feared the coming of a colder age when the hot, sweaty, exhilarating fights, fights with such overtones of sex and tension, fights with gunblades, were a thing of the past.
#38 - Gift
Squall didn't buy Seifer gifts -- it wasn't that kind of relationship, anyway -- but what he did do was something like that -- sitting up late to polish Seifer's gunblade, repairing the fractured ammo chamber, buying him new ammo and the odd upgrade -- things which all served a dual purpose, showing his feelings but also a practical thing.
#39 - Smile
Seifer didn't smile, he smirked, and it annoyed Squall more than anything he could think of, but at the same time it was nice, it was Seifer and so he loved it.
#40 - Innocence
There wasn't any innocence left in Seifer -- he was jaded, adult, broken -- and yet... and yet, when he touched Squall, he couldn't hurt him anymore.
#41 - Completion
There was Seifer, and there was Squall -- each not quite sure what to do without each other, neither really sure where to go without the other there to push -- never guide, but shove onto the right path -- one without the other was something broken, something incomplete.
#42 - Clouds
Clouds were there one minute and gone the next, smudges of white across the sky, and Seifer hoped that his mistakes were like that -- and that Squall's love for him was not.
#43 - Sky
Some said the sky was the limit, well, as far as Seifer was concerned, the sky was a pretty shitty limit, and if Commander of a Garden and being some shitty hero was Squall's limit, he was just gonna have to cause some more trouble to push him just a bit higher.
#44 - Heaven
If there was a heaven, Seifer sure as hell wasn't going to it -- and he was damn sure Squall wasn't either, even though he was their perfect hero, 'cause he was just as much of a sinner, he just picked the right side to be on.
#45 - Hell
Hell wasn't a pit full of fire, nor was it being mind fucked by a Sorceress, it was being trapped in a cell because everyone believed you had willingly done what you did, because even the one you'd sworn never to hurt believed that too.
#46 - Sun
When they were still in training, sometimes Seifer could still persuade Squall to take the day off and leave Quistis with a quiet class for a day, and then they'd go out, away from Garden and halfway to Balamb, and they'd lie in the sun and talk about dreams -- or rather, Seifer would, and Squall would listen.
#47 - Moon
People said the moon was hard and cold and too far off to reach -- but Seifer knew you didn't have to look as far as that to find something you could never reach, it was right there, Squall Leonhart, the human iceburg.
#48 - Waves
It surprised Seifer, but Squall had a fixation with the sea, and when he dragged Squall down to the shore to fight, he ended up watching him, instead, watching Squall watch the waves.
#49 - Hair
Squall's hair looked soft and silky, but when Seifer ran his fingers through it, he found it thick and a little coarse -- but that didn't matter, because they weren't exactly silky and refined, were they?
#50 - Supernova
There were hot things and there were fucking hot things and there was coming inside Squall Leonhart, which was beyond hot, it was a damned supernova, it was going insane, it was so fucking perfect and so fucking fucked up and Seifer wouldn't trade it for anything.