Charade Unmasked
Title: Charade Unmasked
Author: Lucifer Hisaki (mercy_slays/luciferhisaki)
Rating: PG
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer Almasy/Squall Leonhart
Summary: Seifer’s hands stop Squall from moving...
Disclaimer: You do not have a legal suit. So don't even try.
Notes: N/A
Word Count: 795
Charade Unmasked
Seifer’s hands stop Squall from moving, each on either side of the other man. The glare in his eyes makes the smaller brunet look away, only a moment. He knows what Seifer wants to tell him, wants to lecture, rant, rave, yell, scream; nothing Squall has haven’t heard from anyone (everyone) before, especially just a few hours before. It is the dead of night and Seifer doesn’t move from his position. No one is awake and the glass of the elevator against Squall’s back feels cold despite the thick leather bomber jacket and grey t-shirt he always wears. The lights are dim around them, betraying that this is early into the morning, late into the night. Squall stares evenly into Seifer’s eyes but it is the blond who is the first to look away.
“Idiot,” is all he says to Squall before resting his head on the other’s shoulder. Not quite a first but surprising nonetheless; Seifer doesn’t do this to anyone without great reason. The brunet lets out a soft sigh, wrapping an arm around the blond’s back, pulling him closer to his body. Seifer stiffens but relaxes soon enough. Squall does not want to fight, not now, not yet.
Morning is perfect for the scream fest by the older man but right now Squall is tired, more so with yet another assassination attempt tacked onto his record. Another attempt foiled by his friends and rival. It does not matter the reason why he was almost killed. There were too many to count now but despite all that, Squall doesn’t care. All he cares about is that in this place, this room (small as it may be), Seifer can finally let go of the tough man charade he wears and hold him tight.
For years, Squall had tried to keep the blond alive and away from the idiots that claim he will only turn evil and destroy them all. The former Knight broke away from Ultimecia’s mind control (or at least that’s what Squall tells himself-Seifer always claimed that it was consensual) and chose the “right” side. It had been a few years after that they changed from heated rivals to rivaling lovers. Squall didn’t care what anyone thought of them now, it didn’t matter that much to him. He knows Seifer as much as he knows himself, if not more so. They are alike and different.
Times like these, Squall knows that Seifer really, truly cares for him. It touches him in a way that Squall never knew. He had never been emotional, save for those that found ways through his shell but he doesn’t care for that. He doesn’t want to give a damn for them right now.
Seifer holding him like this, lips grazing over his neck in the fluorescent light of the elevator is all he cares now.
“I’m sorry,” Squall replies.
“You’re not,” the blond responds, “I know you.”
And he does. He knows Squall more than the brunet would like.
The doors of the elevator open to the third level. Squall grasps Seifer’s hand tightly into his own, wishing that they weren’t wearing gloves. He wants to feel the other’s skin, to be reminded that he and the blond were still alive. It drove him to the brink of insanity when he saw the blond move in front of him, being a true human shield. He had known Seifer had a Knight complex but he didn’t think it would go that far. Squall had seen the assassin and knew that his friends, SeeD, even perhaps the Esthar government would take the man down. He trusted them that much.
He still does.
Squall stares at the open doors, contemplating if they should go out now or stay a little longer. He knows that if they leave Seifer will only revert to his bastard self and Squall will once again be a cold ice prince. The facades they hide behind to protect themselves. Squall wonders if only in the dead of night, in the privacy (false or not) of a room that they would ever be able to drop the masks they wear. He sighs softly and pulls the blond’s chin up, a hint of a smile in his eyes. Squall kisses Seifer softly and finally pulls the other man out into the hall.
Already he could feel Seifer’s body straightening, tensing with a need to be arrogant, aggressive, passionate. His own body is stiffening, too, with coldness, indifference, cynical calculation. It’s all part of who they are and it is not Squall who leads them into his bedroom, nor is it Seifer. Instead they walk side by side, equals, but Seifer brushes their gloved hands together, needing to know that Squall is still with him, still alive.
Squall lets him when he would otherwise pull away.
He knows and so does Seifer.
End
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Author: Lucifer Hisaki (mercy_slays/luciferhisaki)
Rating: PG
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer Almasy/Squall Leonhart
Summary: Seifer’s hands stop Squall from moving...
Disclaimer: You do not have a legal suit. So don't even try.
Notes: N/A
Word Count: 795
Charade Unmasked
Seifer’s hands stop Squall from moving, each on either side of the other man. The glare in his eyes makes the smaller brunet look away, only a moment. He knows what Seifer wants to tell him, wants to lecture, rant, rave, yell, scream; nothing Squall has haven’t heard from anyone (everyone) before, especially just a few hours before. It is the dead of night and Seifer doesn’t move from his position. No one is awake and the glass of the elevator against Squall’s back feels cold despite the thick leather bomber jacket and grey t-shirt he always wears. The lights are dim around them, betraying that this is early into the morning, late into the night. Squall stares evenly into Seifer’s eyes but it is the blond who is the first to look away.
“Idiot,” is all he says to Squall before resting his head on the other’s shoulder. Not quite a first but surprising nonetheless; Seifer doesn’t do this to anyone without great reason. The brunet lets out a soft sigh, wrapping an arm around the blond’s back, pulling him closer to his body. Seifer stiffens but relaxes soon enough. Squall does not want to fight, not now, not yet.
Morning is perfect for the scream fest by the older man but right now Squall is tired, more so with yet another assassination attempt tacked onto his record. Another attempt foiled by his friends and rival. It does not matter the reason why he was almost killed. There were too many to count now but despite all that, Squall doesn’t care. All he cares about is that in this place, this room (small as it may be), Seifer can finally let go of the tough man charade he wears and hold him tight.
For years, Squall had tried to keep the blond alive and away from the idiots that claim he will only turn evil and destroy them all. The former Knight broke away from Ultimecia’s mind control (or at least that’s what Squall tells himself-Seifer always claimed that it was consensual) and chose the “right” side. It had been a few years after that they changed from heated rivals to rivaling lovers. Squall didn’t care what anyone thought of them now, it didn’t matter that much to him. He knows Seifer as much as he knows himself, if not more so. They are alike and different.
Times like these, Squall knows that Seifer really, truly cares for him. It touches him in a way that Squall never knew. He had never been emotional, save for those that found ways through his shell but he doesn’t care for that. He doesn’t want to give a damn for them right now.
Seifer holding him like this, lips grazing over his neck in the fluorescent light of the elevator is all he cares now.
“I’m sorry,” Squall replies.
“You’re not,” the blond responds, “I know you.”
And he does. He knows Squall more than the brunet would like.
The doors of the elevator open to the third level. Squall grasps Seifer’s hand tightly into his own, wishing that they weren’t wearing gloves. He wants to feel the other’s skin, to be reminded that he and the blond were still alive. It drove him to the brink of insanity when he saw the blond move in front of him, being a true human shield. He had known Seifer had a Knight complex but he didn’t think it would go that far. Squall had seen the assassin and knew that his friends, SeeD, even perhaps the Esthar government would take the man down. He trusted them that much.
He still does.
Squall stares at the open doors, contemplating if they should go out now or stay a little longer. He knows that if they leave Seifer will only revert to his bastard self and Squall will once again be a cold ice prince. The facades they hide behind to protect themselves. Squall wonders if only in the dead of night, in the privacy (false or not) of a room that they would ever be able to drop the masks they wear. He sighs softly and pulls the blond’s chin up, a hint of a smile in his eyes. Squall kisses Seifer softly and finally pulls the other man out into the hall.
Already he could feel Seifer’s body straightening, tensing with a need to be arrogant, aggressive, passionate. His own body is stiffening, too, with coldness, indifference, cynical calculation. It’s all part of who they are and it is not Squall who leads them into his bedroom, nor is it Seifer. Instead they walk side by side, equals, but Seifer brushes their gloved hands together, needing to know that Squall is still with him, still alive.
Squall lets him when he would otherwise pull away.
He knows and so does Seifer.
End
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