Yule Escape
Title: Yule Escape
Author: Lucifer Hisaki/luciferhisaki
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Finally Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer Almasy/Squall Leonhart
Summary: Seifer tries evading Selphie and ditch decorating the Quad for the Yule party.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII. I never will be.
Notes: I kinda went overboard with the F-word. >_>;
Gift For: limdo_luciel, Happy Holidays, Luci! This is a special Seifer-centric fic for you! =D
† Yule Escape †
Yule sucks ass.
It was the fucking shortest day of the year and everyone was in the fucking festive mood. Seifer on the other hand was not. Frankly, he much rather put all the garlands and wreaths on fire and be done with it all. Maybe a few thunder spells to short circuit the lights and ornaments would be exiting too. That would surely put him in a much more festive mood than the one he was in now.
Right now he was fleeing for his life from a little ball of sunshine named Selphie Tilmitt. Said sunshine was trying to blackmail to help with the Yule ball. As if. Seifer hated decorating, fuck he much rather be fighting in the Training Center than running for his sanity every time he heard that chime of bells that hung from Tilmitt’s belt. Did she really have to be decked out in a lady Santa Claus outfit? Kinneas must be having a blast with seeing her legs so revealed in the fucking dead of winter. Not that it was really cold in Balamb, rather warm but still. It was fucking winter for crying out loud! Plus it was colder than usual on the blasted island.
Seifer much rather be some other place but Garden.
Not only was it blinding with all the Yule décor but it was simply revolting in his honest to goodness opinion. Heck, Seifer preferred it better when he was trying to destroy it with Galbadia Garden that one year so long ago. Not that he really wanted to see it like that. Really. Balamb Garden despite everything was still his home. Hyne, Seifer sometimes couldn’t believe that he was now a SeeD rather than a man on the run for all his deeds as that Bitch’s lapdog. Romantic dream his ass. That was just disgusting, especially when he looked back on it now.
Fuck damn it! The blond wondered how the hell he was going to be able to ditch Tilmitt if she somehow popped up around every single fucking corner Seifer turned before running back. It was like Hyne wanted him to get stuck with the damn Ms. Perky of the Year winner. Really, like that would make his mood much more cheery? Seifer thought not.
Panting against the wall of a seemingly abandoned corridor, Seifer took the time to get his breath back while he tried formulating a plan to get the fuck out of Garden. Like he could. He was more of a “Act First, Think Later” bastard. Leonhart on the other hand…
Leonhart. Oh that brought a smirk to his lips.
He hadn’t seen the damn prick for a good day or two now, especially since he just recently came back from Esthar. Not that Seifer cared what he was doing there anyway. If the Ice Princess wanted to kiss up to his good ole daddy, it ain’t Seifer’s problem. No fucking way. Just so long as the burnet knew for sure that he was Seifer’s fuck toy. Both in and out of the bedroom.
Snickering at the thought that maybe, just maybe it’s been too long since he last saw the brunet, Seifer started striding over to the elevators, making damn sure Tilmitt wasn’t there. Hyne be damn if she was. Seifer was sure he would skewer her on his Hyperion if she came five meters near him. He was just that irritated with her. If he didn’t want to help decorate the damn Quad, then there was no damn way he was going to help decorate. Salary cut or otherwise. Heck even if he had to clean the grat and T-Rex crap in the Training Center as a punishment for it.
There was no fucking way in Hyne’s crotch that he was going to decorate.
He hated Yule, damn it. Why won’t people just understand that?
Running a hand through his hair, Seifer stabbed the up button of the elevator hard with the hilt of his gunblade, not caring if he damaged the piece of shit in the process. Heck, it would give Dincht something to do while he was sexing up Leonhart in the Ice Prick’s office. Now there was a thought.
Squall tied up in a garland, on his desk, blindfolded and no where to go, no where to run. Fun. Extreme fun since Seifer was feeling kinky. His smirk widened as he waited for the damn doors to open so he could step off on the floor where his prey was. Damn those things were slow, didn’t help that the blond knew his pants were tightening at the thought of fucking a tied up Leonhart. Maybe he should keep the windows open, not to let the breeze in but just so he could satisfy that damn exhibition urge that was just starting to bubble underneath his skin and to the surface.
He couldn’t bloody wait.
Finally the doors opened with a hiss and Seifer’s eyebrows brunched together. It was dark and quiet. Fuck it was never really quiet in this part of Garden, mostly because everyone kept trying to force stuff down Leonhart’s throat. Then again, Seifer was mostly happy about that part. It really broke down the brunet’s fucking resolve when it came to actually having sex with Seifer.
Oh that first time was really delicious. It was in the elevator in the dead of night. Really fun.
Walking to Squall’s door, Seifer kept an eye out on everything and noted how bare the entire hallway was. Something was definitely not right here and it put him on edge. Heck, it might just be a trap by Tilmitt. Fuck. Approaching the door, Seifer peered inside and noted the darkness before reaching to where he knew the light switch was. Flipping that one, his eyes widened at the sight.
There on the desk, legs cross was Squall “Ice Princess” Leonhart in a female miniskirt Santa Suit.
Said brunet pointed a finger to the doorway’s top. Seifer stared up and just smirked. “Now, Leonhart… You know that you didn’t really had to go this far. Mistletoe? I didn’t know you were that desperate.”
Leonhart rolled his eyes and hopped off the desk, sashaying over to where the blond stood, lips curled into a slight pout. “I’m not. I’m just a victim of Selphie’s overactive imagination. She says if you want me like you have to help her decorate the Quad.”
“Oh really? Well… considering I got Mr. Top SeeD himself in a miniskirt, a Santa Suit miniskirt I might add,” Seifer chuckled, “I guess I can spare some time for Miss Sunshine.”
Rolling his eyes, Leonhart stood in front of the taller man and scowled. “This is the last time, I’m going to let her blackmail me for something so idiotic. I am not your bloody whore, Almasy.”
“Of course not, you’re just my lover,” Seifer leaned down and smirked, “And we might as well do this Yule tradition some good. We are standing underneath the mistletoe.”
“…Whatever.”
Descending down on Leonhart, Seifer decided just maybe he didn’t hate Yule that much anymore. Maybe.
† The End †
Happy Holidays, people. How about you give back some love and leave me some food reviews?
Author: Lucifer Hisaki/luciferhisaki
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Finally Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer Almasy/Squall Leonhart
Summary: Seifer tries evading Selphie and ditch decorating the Quad for the Yule party.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII. I never will be.
Notes: I kinda went overboard with the F-word. >_>;
Gift For: limdo_luciel, Happy Holidays, Luci! This is a special Seifer-centric fic for you! =D
† Yule Escape †
Yule sucks ass.
It was the fucking shortest day of the year and everyone was in the fucking festive mood. Seifer on the other hand was not. Frankly, he much rather put all the garlands and wreaths on fire and be done with it all. Maybe a few thunder spells to short circuit the lights and ornaments would be exiting too. That would surely put him in a much more festive mood than the one he was in now.
Right now he was fleeing for his life from a little ball of sunshine named Selphie Tilmitt. Said sunshine was trying to blackmail to help with the Yule ball. As if. Seifer hated decorating, fuck he much rather be fighting in the Training Center than running for his sanity every time he heard that chime of bells that hung from Tilmitt’s belt. Did she really have to be decked out in a lady Santa Claus outfit? Kinneas must be having a blast with seeing her legs so revealed in the fucking dead of winter. Not that it was really cold in Balamb, rather warm but still. It was fucking winter for crying out loud! Plus it was colder than usual on the blasted island.
Seifer much rather be some other place but Garden.
Not only was it blinding with all the Yule décor but it was simply revolting in his honest to goodness opinion. Heck, Seifer preferred it better when he was trying to destroy it with Galbadia Garden that one year so long ago. Not that he really wanted to see it like that. Really. Balamb Garden despite everything was still his home. Hyne, Seifer sometimes couldn’t believe that he was now a SeeD rather than a man on the run for all his deeds as that Bitch’s lapdog. Romantic dream his ass. That was just disgusting, especially when he looked back on it now.
Fuck damn it! The blond wondered how the hell he was going to be able to ditch Tilmitt if she somehow popped up around every single fucking corner Seifer turned before running back. It was like Hyne wanted him to get stuck with the damn Ms. Perky of the Year winner. Really, like that would make his mood much more cheery? Seifer thought not.
Panting against the wall of a seemingly abandoned corridor, Seifer took the time to get his breath back while he tried formulating a plan to get the fuck out of Garden. Like he could. He was more of a “Act First, Think Later” bastard. Leonhart on the other hand…
Leonhart. Oh that brought a smirk to his lips.
He hadn’t seen the damn prick for a good day or two now, especially since he just recently came back from Esthar. Not that Seifer cared what he was doing there anyway. If the Ice Princess wanted to kiss up to his good ole daddy, it ain’t Seifer’s problem. No fucking way. Just so long as the burnet knew for sure that he was Seifer’s fuck toy. Both in and out of the bedroom.
Snickering at the thought that maybe, just maybe it’s been too long since he last saw the brunet, Seifer started striding over to the elevators, making damn sure Tilmitt wasn’t there. Hyne be damn if she was. Seifer was sure he would skewer her on his Hyperion if she came five meters near him. He was just that irritated with her. If he didn’t want to help decorate the damn Quad, then there was no damn way he was going to help decorate. Salary cut or otherwise. Heck even if he had to clean the grat and T-Rex crap in the Training Center as a punishment for it.
There was no fucking way in Hyne’s crotch that he was going to decorate.
He hated Yule, damn it. Why won’t people just understand that?
Running a hand through his hair, Seifer stabbed the up button of the elevator hard with the hilt of his gunblade, not caring if he damaged the piece of shit in the process. Heck, it would give Dincht something to do while he was sexing up Leonhart in the Ice Prick’s office. Now there was a thought.
Squall tied up in a garland, on his desk, blindfolded and no where to go, no where to run. Fun. Extreme fun since Seifer was feeling kinky. His smirk widened as he waited for the damn doors to open so he could step off on the floor where his prey was. Damn those things were slow, didn’t help that the blond knew his pants were tightening at the thought of fucking a tied up Leonhart. Maybe he should keep the windows open, not to let the breeze in but just so he could satisfy that damn exhibition urge that was just starting to bubble underneath his skin and to the surface.
He couldn’t bloody wait.
Finally the doors opened with a hiss and Seifer’s eyebrows brunched together. It was dark and quiet. Fuck it was never really quiet in this part of Garden, mostly because everyone kept trying to force stuff down Leonhart’s throat. Then again, Seifer was mostly happy about that part. It really broke down the brunet’s fucking resolve when it came to actually having sex with Seifer.
Oh that first time was really delicious. It was in the elevator in the dead of night. Really fun.
Walking to Squall’s door, Seifer kept an eye out on everything and noted how bare the entire hallway was. Something was definitely not right here and it put him on edge. Heck, it might just be a trap by Tilmitt. Fuck. Approaching the door, Seifer peered inside and noted the darkness before reaching to where he knew the light switch was. Flipping that one, his eyes widened at the sight.
There on the desk, legs cross was Squall “Ice Princess” Leonhart in a female miniskirt Santa Suit.
Said brunet pointed a finger to the doorway’s top. Seifer stared up and just smirked. “Now, Leonhart… You know that you didn’t really had to go this far. Mistletoe? I didn’t know you were that desperate.”
Leonhart rolled his eyes and hopped off the desk, sashaying over to where the blond stood, lips curled into a slight pout. “I’m not. I’m just a victim of Selphie’s overactive imagination. She says if you want me like you have to help her decorate the Quad.”
“Oh really? Well… considering I got Mr. Top SeeD himself in a miniskirt, a Santa Suit miniskirt I might add,” Seifer chuckled, “I guess I can spare some time for Miss Sunshine.”
Rolling his eyes, Leonhart stood in front of the taller man and scowled. “This is the last time, I’m going to let her blackmail me for something so idiotic. I am not your bloody whore, Almasy.”
“Of course not, you’re just my lover,” Seifer leaned down and smirked, “And we might as well do this Yule tradition some good. We are standing underneath the mistletoe.”
“…Whatever.”
Descending down on Leonhart, Seifer decided just maybe he didn’t hate Yule that much anymore. Maybe.
† The End †
Happy Holidays, people. How about you give back some love and leave me some food reviews?