Peppermint Ice
Title: Peppermint Ice
Author: Lucifer Hisaki/luciferhisaki
Rating: PG - 13
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Leon/Seifer
Summary: Leon drags Seifer out to the field covered in snow for a sparing match. Seifer just curses like crazy until he finds something he likes.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not have a Squall-bitch to call my own. I’m still on the blasted waiting list.
Notes: KH!Seifer is a bastard to deal with. -_-;;; furere_aliqua’s Secret Santa exchange. Hope you enjoy it! Beware of over usage of F***(ing) word. >.>;
For: Yuu-chan/ Yuumoya
Request: LeonxSeifer fanart/fic/drabble/cute
† Peppermint Ice †
“You could do better,” Leon commented, setting down his gunblade, “You could do much better if you do not let your anger take over you in mid-fight.”
Seifer snarled at the older man. It was snowing and still the fucking swordsman told him they had training to do. Yeah, training. Fun. Oh what fun. He was fucking freezing his ass off and the fucking Squall Leon Leonhart told him he had to go train with him. The blond would so much better like being in bed for a couple more hours, fuck days would be better than to spend time with the damn brunet. Seifer swore that Leon had something against him.
“Oh go fuck yourself,” the blond grunted, panting against his sword, “Ain’t today a fucking holiday and shit? I thought we get breaks damn it.”
Leon rolled his majestic blue eyes and stared evenly at Seifer, who scowled more, “There is not such thing as a holiday for training. How do you plan to get better if you kept trying to dodge practices? Or are you just so sure of yourself, Almasy? How peculiar since you have yet to defeat me.”
Growling, Seifer brandished his sword and ran at the brunet, teeth bared as he tried to slice the older man in half only to have his strike be deflected by a simple twist of the taller man’s wrist. It was fucking frustrating when everything Seifer gave was never fucking enough to satisfy the damn Restoration Leader. He did every damn trick in his dirty fighting book and it still was never enough! Seifer loathed it.
Why isn’t everything he did good enough for that man?!
Lifting up his sword again, Seifer launched himself at the brunet kicking at the other man’s ankles who irritably jumped out of the way at the last second. He twisted his torso so he could block the incoming lunge at his back. If he played dirty, the much more experienced mother-fucking swordsman would come back just as hard. It’s fucking not right! It was stupid, really.
Frustrated with Leon, Seifer kicked out at the man before jumping back and out of the way of another swipe of the other man’s gunblade. Hell, he couldn’t remember why the fuck he decided to make the brunet his trainer. Like that fucking mattered now. All that mattered was kicking Leon’s fucking ass and be done with it. It fueled the anger in his veins and Seifer dreamed of the day that he was finally victorious.
Hell, he considered it his romantic dream.
Seifer moved quickly, feigning left before lashing out with a diagonal cross strike from the right, turning his blade flat and just manage to slam the side into Leon’s arm, causing the other man’s stance to falter slightly. A large grin spread on his face, Seifer taunted, “What’s wrong, Squall? Tired?”
The brunet rolled his eyes and moved forward slowly, a gleam in his eyes, a growl on his lips, “The name is Leon, Seifer. Or did you get some sort of amnesia?”
“Amnesia this!” Charging at the brunet, Seifer moved to punch Leon in the stomach only have the older man grab his arm at the last minute and slapping his sword arm’s wrist. Seifer’s weapon fell to the floor.
“Careless,” Leon replied, leaning down, “Again you let your anger get the better of you. Are you always this emotional?” Seifer hated how cold those eyes were. Like fucking ice. He wanted to see fire in those blue orbs but all he got was slate grey barren wastelands. Fucking hell, he wanted to see something other than the blatant boredom that oozed out of Leon’s eyes.
Noting the distance between their mouths, Seifer grinned at Leon and lunged forward, driving the older man to the floor, their lips locked in a kiss. He could see a flare of shock and surprise replacing the boredom and cold calculation in the other man’s eyes. Prying the lips open, the blond delved his tongue inside and noted the taste and laughed mentally.
Peppermint and Cinnamon.
A fiery taste for an icy man.
How ironic.
Stroking his tongue against the roof of Leon’s mouth, Seifer wished that the older man wasn’t so tall and that he was so short. With a small suckle on the brunet’s tongue, Seifer placed his hands around the other man’s waist and noted the strength the lithe body held. Fuck, he felt hard and wanted something more but just what he didn’t fucking know. Despite their height difference, Seifer felt comfortable on top of the other man and liked it very much. It felt very good. Fucking good, now that Seifer thought about it more. Idly, he wondered if he could stay here for a good long while.
But Leon pushed him away and stared at him, ice falling back into his eyes. “…Idiot.”
The blond rolled his eyes and just replied, “I won and I think I deserve something for that.”
“Oh really?” One chocolate eyebrow rose in mock-interest, “You thinking kissing me was worth a victory? Maybe if you were older, Almasy. Maybe but Hyne forbid you actually being mature and adult like.”
Seifer’s smirk widened, “Well, I’ll take you up on that. Who knows, maybe I’ll be the best fuck you’ll ever get in life.”
“Only if you best me with swords, Almasy. Don’t get your hopes up. I don’t lose easily.” Seifer could see amusement in the brunet’s eyes despite the ice and he laughed.
Picking up his sword, Seifer took his stance again, waving his sword in the air. “Well I better get to it again if I want to see the Ice Princess melt!” Smirking, he charged at Leon again, thinking if that was his reward for his victories then he sure as hell would love dueling with the other man.
Peppermint and cinnamon just happened to be one of his flavour combinations, after all.
One day, he’ll have the brunet under him. One day, he’ll be victorious. One day, he’ll finally get his damn romantic dream.
Seifer could see it now.
All he had to do was reach it.
“Watch out Leonhart! You’re going down!”
Leon was smiling despite the new falling snow that settled around them, “I’ll look forward to it, twit.”
† The End †
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Author: Lucifer Hisaki/luciferhisaki
Rating: PG - 13
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Leon/Seifer
Summary: Leon drags Seifer out to the field covered in snow for a sparing match. Seifer just curses like crazy until he finds something he likes.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not have a Squall-bitch to call my own. I’m still on the blasted waiting list.
Notes: KH!Seifer is a bastard to deal with. -_-;;; furere_aliqua’s Secret Santa exchange. Hope you enjoy it! Beware of over usage of F***(ing) word. >.>;
For: Yuu-chan/ Yuumoya
Request: LeonxSeifer fanart/fic/drabble/cute
† Peppermint Ice †
“You could do better,” Leon commented, setting down his gunblade, “You could do much better if you do not let your anger take over you in mid-fight.”
Seifer snarled at the older man. It was snowing and still the fucking swordsman told him they had training to do. Yeah, training. Fun. Oh what fun. He was fucking freezing his ass off and the fucking Squall Leon Leonhart told him he had to go train with him. The blond would so much better like being in bed for a couple more hours, fuck days would be better than to spend time with the damn brunet. Seifer swore that Leon had something against him.
“Oh go fuck yourself,” the blond grunted, panting against his sword, “Ain’t today a fucking holiday and shit? I thought we get breaks damn it.”
Leon rolled his majestic blue eyes and stared evenly at Seifer, who scowled more, “There is not such thing as a holiday for training. How do you plan to get better if you kept trying to dodge practices? Or are you just so sure of yourself, Almasy? How peculiar since you have yet to defeat me.”
Growling, Seifer brandished his sword and ran at the brunet, teeth bared as he tried to slice the older man in half only to have his strike be deflected by a simple twist of the taller man’s wrist. It was fucking frustrating when everything Seifer gave was never fucking enough to satisfy the damn Restoration Leader. He did every damn trick in his dirty fighting book and it still was never enough! Seifer loathed it.
Why isn’t everything he did good enough for that man?!
Lifting up his sword again, Seifer launched himself at the brunet kicking at the other man’s ankles who irritably jumped out of the way at the last second. He twisted his torso so he could block the incoming lunge at his back. If he played dirty, the much more experienced mother-fucking swordsman would come back just as hard. It’s fucking not right! It was stupid, really.
Frustrated with Leon, Seifer kicked out at the man before jumping back and out of the way of another swipe of the other man’s gunblade. Hell, he couldn’t remember why the fuck he decided to make the brunet his trainer. Like that fucking mattered now. All that mattered was kicking Leon’s fucking ass and be done with it. It fueled the anger in his veins and Seifer dreamed of the day that he was finally victorious.
Hell, he considered it his romantic dream.
Seifer moved quickly, feigning left before lashing out with a diagonal cross strike from the right, turning his blade flat and just manage to slam the side into Leon’s arm, causing the other man’s stance to falter slightly. A large grin spread on his face, Seifer taunted, “What’s wrong, Squall? Tired?”
The brunet rolled his eyes and moved forward slowly, a gleam in his eyes, a growl on his lips, “The name is Leon, Seifer. Or did you get some sort of amnesia?”
“Amnesia this!” Charging at the brunet, Seifer moved to punch Leon in the stomach only have the older man grab his arm at the last minute and slapping his sword arm’s wrist. Seifer’s weapon fell to the floor.
“Careless,” Leon replied, leaning down, “Again you let your anger get the better of you. Are you always this emotional?” Seifer hated how cold those eyes were. Like fucking ice. He wanted to see fire in those blue orbs but all he got was slate grey barren wastelands. Fucking hell, he wanted to see something other than the blatant boredom that oozed out of Leon’s eyes.
Noting the distance between their mouths, Seifer grinned at Leon and lunged forward, driving the older man to the floor, their lips locked in a kiss. He could see a flare of shock and surprise replacing the boredom and cold calculation in the other man’s eyes. Prying the lips open, the blond delved his tongue inside and noted the taste and laughed mentally.
Peppermint and Cinnamon.
A fiery taste for an icy man.
How ironic.
Stroking his tongue against the roof of Leon’s mouth, Seifer wished that the older man wasn’t so tall and that he was so short. With a small suckle on the brunet’s tongue, Seifer placed his hands around the other man’s waist and noted the strength the lithe body held. Fuck, he felt hard and wanted something more but just what he didn’t fucking know. Despite their height difference, Seifer felt comfortable on top of the other man and liked it very much. It felt very good. Fucking good, now that Seifer thought about it more. Idly, he wondered if he could stay here for a good long while.
But Leon pushed him away and stared at him, ice falling back into his eyes. “…Idiot.”
The blond rolled his eyes and just replied, “I won and I think I deserve something for that.”
“Oh really?” One chocolate eyebrow rose in mock-interest, “You thinking kissing me was worth a victory? Maybe if you were older, Almasy. Maybe but Hyne forbid you actually being mature and adult like.”
Seifer’s smirk widened, “Well, I’ll take you up on that. Who knows, maybe I’ll be the best fuck you’ll ever get in life.”
“Only if you best me with swords, Almasy. Don’t get your hopes up. I don’t lose easily.” Seifer could see amusement in the brunet’s eyes despite the ice and he laughed.
Picking up his sword, Seifer took his stance again, waving his sword in the air. “Well I better get to it again if I want to see the Ice Princess melt!” Smirking, he charged at Leon again, thinking if that was his reward for his victories then he sure as hell would love dueling with the other man.
Peppermint and cinnamon just happened to be one of his flavour combinations, after all.
One day, he’ll have the brunet under him. One day, he’ll be victorious. One day, he’ll finally get his damn romantic dream.
Seifer could see it now.
All he had to do was reach it.
“Watch out Leonhart! You’re going down!”
Leon was smiling despite the new falling snow that settled around them, “I’ll look forward to it, twit.”
† The End †
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