Lovers Trust

Beta: CalliopePurple
Notes: Aw… a terribly long chapter…
And a showing of a side of Seifer that is very much human.


13

[Seifer]
After a week, he had actually gotten used to the boat and its inhabitants. The first three days, he’d thought he would go insane. The small space, the drumming of the boat motor, Squall flipping from time to time and Seifer’s own rumbled inner sanctuary.

It’d gone so far he’d been close to breaking under the pressure. Fuujin solved that, in her… kind of usual way. She’d given him a resounding slap straight across his face and then told him what she thought. And Hyne, had that been something?

She told him that she was angry at him, but not for him being an dimwit and siding with the sorceress, but for him leaving them and hardly ever contacting them. He’d been everything between stupid and an asshole for thinking they didn’t love him and that he came with trouble. He was never trouble for them.

When he’d started blushing like chicken-wuss used to do, Raijin had laughed and given him a buddy slap on his back. He thought he still had a handprint from that one. The dark man had then said it was all okay again. They were still his posse and they would help him when he needed it, like now. He hadn’t been so close to bawling in twelve years.

After that, he took a lot of Fuujin’s work on the boat with rigging sails or washing machines and floors and everything else that needed to be done on the boat. She took care of Squall. Shiva had kind of encouraged that change, even if she wasn’t happy with being so far away from her “lion”.

Seifer was still amazed at the change in the brunet. He ate with them now and after a few times he stopped jumping and wailing around Raijin. Truthfully, Seifer started to get jealous.

Seifer sighed in the darkness of the bedroom. All three were sleeping soundly. Squall was snuggled up under Seifer’s chin and seemed very content even in his sleep. The sedatives hadn’t been needed once everything had settled down.

Sure, the brunet could wake screaming and crying from his sleep. It took his, Fuujin’s and Shiva’s allied powers to calm him down again. Raijin and Fuujin had been a little freaked out when Seifer had started humming Shiva’s lullaby, but it had only taken some explanation and it was accepted. Just like that. He had Shiva in his head and that was that.

Seifer hadn’t really understood what friendship was until that moment. Sure, it had been growing somewhere in the back of his mind, starting when he was accepted back in the orphanage group and then quickly being back as Irvine’s brother.

Squall whined and nuzzled closer to him. Seifer stroked his back and the whining subsided. In two days they would be at the northernmost beach of Winter Island.

At first he had planned to walk the four miles up in the mountain. The walk to Dollet had gone smoothly, hadn’t it? Well, Fuujin had convinced him to go to the Chocobo Forest and get two birds instead. With chocobos, they could be there the same day if everything went smooth.

He sighed again. It was a later problem. He ought to at least pretend he could sleep. Who knew? If his body was pretending sleep, maybe his head would too?

*****

[Squall]
It was cold. The wind tasted wet and cold. He liked that coldness more than other ones. He didn’t know why, it really didn’t matter. He didn’t like the stuffy clothes he had to wear. They were too warm and too tight; he was choking in them. But Seifer had said he was to wear them, and then he did.

“Come on, Squall. I’ll catch you,” Seifer smiled up at him and held out his arms.

Squall whined unhappily when he looked down. He was supposed to climb down in that insecure little piece of wood Seifer was calling a rowboat. They were supposed to get to that shore far away. Squall didn’t like it. He didn’t like water.

“It is alright.” He chewed at his bottom lip and glanced at the silent, silver haired woman.

He liked her. He always had, he had a feeling of that. Seifer urged him again. Hesitating he started climbing down. Seifer caught him in a strong embrace and sat down in the stern of the thing.

Squall whined and clung hard to the broad man when the boat bobbed as the woman came down. He kept chewing at his lip and stared at the water. The water came closer to the edge of the boat. It came even closer when the dark man climbed in. No. He didn’t want this. He wanted back inside.

Crying out, he tried struggling from Seifer’s embrace. Of course he couldn’t. Seifer was strong.

“Easy, love. We’ll be on land soon,” Seifer hushed and Squall curled up under his chin.

If Seifer said it was okay, it had to be, right? He still didn’t like the water and clenched his eyes hard, turning deeper into Seifer’s embrace.

It was nice sitting there, after a while. Being held and his hair gently petted. Nice enough so he dared look at the water again. Dark and cold and awful. Water was never good, if you didn’t drink it. Water meant coming pain. It meant Master wanted him pretty. Water was not good.

He started chewing at his lip again when they were at their destination and the others jumped down in the water. He wailed unhappily when Seifer, too, did that. Why was he leaving Squall in such a horrible place? He wanted warmth back!

“Hush, Squall. I’m right here,” Seifer calmed and patted his head. Sure. He was standing right beside Squall, but in the water!

“Don’t like,” he declared and looked worriedly at the dark, swirling waves.

At the beach he happily climbed out of the thing and stood beside Seifer, far away from the dangerous waves.

“Don’t like,” he muttered again and buried his face against Seifer’s thick clothes.

They were talking, but not to Squall. He winked when Seifer and the others did and saw them going back to the boat. Why were they doing that? Why was Seifer standing here? He whined a little, but went silent as Seifer stroked his back.

“Come on. We need to get going,” Seifer said calm.

After one last look at the two other, Squall happily followed.

[Seifer]
He’d feared Squall would be scared of the birds, but was happily surprised. Squall seemed to love the birds as much as they seemed to love him. The chocobo boy, too, had seemed surprised. Enough for Seifer to only having to pay for one chocobo, the other happily followed Squall.

In the start of the ride, Squall had been very concerned about not being close to Seifer. It hadn’t taken more than half an hour for him to settle down and calmly follow Seifer, however.

Seifer had gotten an updated map of the island from the chocobo boy, which was of great help. Especially when his own chocobo decided to test him every now and then and make trouble. He wasn’t a chocobo rider. Actually, he hated the birds. They only kicked and picked and tasted good roasted. And they seemed to bump more than a car without shook absorber at a stony path.

Cursing the damn bird for the hundred and eleventh time that day, he jumped of to glare at it. The chocobo only warked and blinked down at him, thinking all of this was very fun. A little giggle behind him made him turn around.

Squall was smiling like a sun and giggling softly. It was such an amazing sight, Seifer didn’t even register the insult. Well, wasn’t this pathetic? He was all astounded at his lover’s smile and giggle.

“You enjoying yourself, love?” he asked softly. Squall nodded with a wide smile.

Seifer just shook his head. If Squall was happy, he guessed he could go with it. Consulting the map, he staked out a new route and looked up at the clouds. Not good. He knew the weather was unpredictable here at best. Having the difficult chocobo, too, didn’t make things easier. Better be safe than sorry. The map showed a cave not far from there.

“You tired?” he asked the still smiling Squall.

Squall shook his head. He had had a smooth ride. The chocobo treated him like fragile glass and Squall didn’t seem to need to be doing much to make the bird obey. Seifer sighed. Aw, whatever.

Arriving at the cave, the clouds decided to let go of their burden. The wind howled with the coming snowflakes and the two chocobos more or less dragged the two humans inside the low-ceiled cave. They had obviously been there before, because they went straight into the darkness.

Following them, Seifer lit a fire in his hand. At a bend in the tunnel, he found a huge stack of firewood neatly piled. The bend served as a shelter from the wind and cold. Stepping into the heart of the cave, he smiled in satisfaction. In the left corner was the birds’ place with water and hay, in another corner there was an old fashioned bed.

The thick wooden bed with its thick madras’s and thick cover happily surprised him. The bed for the truly frozen. Beside the bed there were two first-aid kits and dried meat and water and a little pile of firewood. Seifer had his own supplies with him, so he didn’t need to nag at the reserves in the cave. In the middle, there was a place for a fire with firewood in it already. Seifer let the fire in his hand light it and Squall jumped at it and pressed closer to Seifer.

“It’s alright,” Seifer said without looking at him.

Grunting, he dropped the heavy backpack beside the bed. Turning, he almost bumped into Squall. The brunet whimpered and chewed at his bottom lip. Seifer gently helped the agonized lip free and Squall whined again, trying to say something and flexing his eyes.

“What? You don’t like it?” he murmured.

Squall made a distressed sound and weighted from foot to foot.

“Dark,” he whispered and stared at the dark corners as if there were monsters hiding in them.

Seifer slowly stroked his shivering back. Fuujin had told him to treat the brunet like a child. Not to expect him to think like an adult. Seifer thought she had said that to ease Seifer’s mind, because he found himself much more patient with Squall now. Or maybe he was just getting used?

“It’s okay, love. We’ll fix that,” he assured and Squall nodded and tried snuggling into Seifer’s embrace.

He complained when Seifer placed him sitting on the bed.

“Stay here,” he said softly and Squall nodded again.

As Seifer started rummaging around in the cave, Squall started to softly rock. Seifer took care of the birds first. Then, he placed torches in the four corners. They would burn out, but by then he hoped Squall wouldn’t care or be soundly asleep. When he warmed their dinner of tinned food, he heard Squall softly hum Shiva’s lullaby. By the tune of it, Shiva surged inside of him. She listened too and hummed appreciating.

: : You know, wouldn’t it help him if you were in his head? : : Seifer wondered.

He hadn’t thought of that before, but it sounded like a good idea. Shiva shook her head.

: : He wouldn’t listen to you : : she answered and Seifer frowned.

: : Why wouldn’t he listen to me just because you were in his head? : : he asked.

Shiva was silent for so long, Seifer thought she wouldn’t answer. Then he felt that irritating swirl of her that probably meant she didn’t know how to put it. Well, wasn’t that just hilarious?

: : Remind too much : : she settled with and seemed to be very proud of herself.

Before, Seifer would have sneered at her, but not know. She was trying to tell him something, he just needed to listen and try to understand. Maybe that was the reason for Squall brooding so much? Shiva hummed, pleased.

: : Your food is ready : : she announced and Seifer cursed when he saw that it was more than ready.

Squall paused his humming and looked at him when Seifer cursed and tried taking the food from the fire without throwing it. For the first time he longed to have Ifrit in his head instead of the Ice Queen. With Ifrit, he could have taken the damn things with bare hands without getting hurt. When he was blowing at his hands his breath suddenly became ice cold and he blinked in amazement when a frosty layer covered his hands.

: : Shiva knows tricks too : : she purred in his mind and he silently smiled.

A low whining, however, kept him from replying the GF. Squall had hugged his knees and was rocking and probably chewing at his lip again. Seifer sighed softly and knelt before the rocking form.

“What is it, Squall? Something scaring you?” he murmured softly and big, bright, blue eyes stared at him.

“You angry?” Seifer had to strain to be able to hear the faint voice at all.

“No, no I’m not. You hungry?” Seifer assured and the lithe brunet slowly nodded.

They ate in silence. Squall on the bed and Seifer on a stool. Seifer didn’t complain. He’d sort of gotten used to silence and loneliness. Before he couldn’t have imagined himself ever being without company, boring! What did you do on your own? How could you live without hearing music every day?

In Esthar, he had stopped listening to music because it drove him insane. Estharian music was… unbearable noise at best. No one there had wanted anything to do with him either. Sure, Selphie and Irvine had talked with him when they had been able to stay. But then they had to return to Garden.

Being alone in silence wasn’t too bad, really. It gave you time to think, to find other interests. Being in company but being silent wasn’t too bad either.

Seifer studied the brunet when he was done eating. Neatly putting aside his can of food and spoon, he licked his lips and curled up again. Something in Seifer’s anatomy really liked that little tongue move. He looked away and put aside his own finished dinner.

If he was anyone to judge, he thought Squall was better. Or was it Seifer who’d gotten better at understanding Squall? He rested his elbows at his knees, and his head at his hands. He hoped the Shumi could do something. If they couldn’t, Seifer certainly could learn to live with Squall as he was now but… He started to miss even the Squall after the war. He may have been an ass and hard as hell to understand, but he had at least been sort of sane. And he had known who Seifer was without mistaking him for some “Master”.

Sudden hands at his inner thighs made him jump high and look down. Squall was curled up between his legs and his blue eyes were large and achingly innocent. How the Hyne had he succeeded in sneaking up like that?

“Squall?” Seifer croaked out.

Squall leaned in and nuzzled his face against Seifer's crotch. Seifer almost yelped when his body woke with a violent start, getting hard and hot within seconds. Squall nibbled his cock and licked the clothed part, making Seifer moan. Seifer tangled his hand in the brown strands and didn’t know whether to force the boy away or press him closer.

Squall’s hands were kneading Seifer’s shivering thighs and he kept licking and nibbling. Seifer moaned again and clenched his eyes hard. Hyne! He was rock hard in moments and it made funny spots dance before his eyes. With a groan in pain and pleasure, he forced away Squall’s head and looked down.

Blue eyes were dilated and a little saliva string trickled down his chin. It made Seifer want to lick it away and ravish that mouth until it was blood red.

“Squall… what’re you doing?” his voice was so deep and husky he sounded like some sex crazed teenager. Which he sort of was…

Squall twisted and licked Seifer's wrist until Seifer let him go. Then he continued licking Seifer’s palm and fingers until he took one in his mouth. Seifer was mesmerized by the sight of his finger going in and out of that hot, wet mouth. Glistening lips tightly pressing around the digit.

“Don’t you want me to thank you, Seifer?”


Author’s Whining:
*loud evil laughter*
I’m such a evil, evil writer. Leaving you all hanging! Well, what do you think?
You think Seifer is strong enough to resist this lustfully little devil, or will he make our little lion scream in pleasure?

Only the future may tell…