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Category:
Final Fantasy VIII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
907
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Title: Junkie-love
Author: Yorda
Rating: NC-17
Diclaimer: Sadly none of the characters of FF8 are mine, but belong to Squaresoft
Couples: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: angst, lemon, language, mild violence, drug use, OOC
Summary: Seifer's on drugs and Squall's the only one willing to help.
Chapter 3:
"One shot! Squall! Just *one*....please! I-I promise I'll quit after that! You don't know what this feels like! I giv give you *anything* you ask if you just make this pain go away!" Seifer pleaded, hot tears rolling down his bony cheeks.
Squall was torn apart by different feelings. He felt sorry for Seifer and it made his stomach turn to see the older boy suffering like this. But he also had to remember that Seifer's pain was self-caused. Squall had to be unfeeling and not give in to Seifer's pleas. The unfeeling part, that was actually quite easy for Squall Leonhart.
"I told you Seifer, I *don't* have anything! And even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you." Squall said firmly. Seifer's features twisted with anger and he tried to grab the brunette by tee-tee-shirt, failing.
"Fuck you!" the blonde hissed through gritted teeth. "I hate you! ....Stupid puberty-boy! If I still had Hyperion, I'd-" Seifer's whole body suddenly felt weak and he closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath.
Squall watched Seifer as the blonde writhed on the bed. 'I wonder how long has it been from his last shot?...At least over 10 hours. The symptoms will probably reach their peak within the next two days.' Squall estimated. Seifer was trembling, his pale skin covered with goose bumps as Squall made him lay down. He began to remove the blonde's scruffy shirt, ignoring Seifer's weak struggling.
"No...I'm cold..." the older boy whimpered, but didn't have the strength to stop Squall from undressing himualluall put the garment aside and began to unbutton Seifer's worn-out leather pants. He motioned for the boy to lift his hips up as he pulled the pants down, noting Seifer's body twitch involuntarily every now and then. When Squall had removed the blonde's clothing, only the underwear remaining, Seifer immediately wrapped himself in the sheets, curling into a ball.
"It's fucking cold in here Squall!" Seifer moaned, shivering on the bed. Squall knew the temperature in the room was normal.
'It's part of the symptoms' he noted to himself. At this point Seifer looked like a person with a normal flue. His skin was glistening with sweat and his eyes looked watery. You couldn't tell he was going through detoxification unless someone told you that. Squall stepped back from the bed and glanced around. He let his eyes rest on the arm chair across the room and decided to move it near Seifer's bed. That way he would be closer to Seifer the whole night.
When the brunette had pushed the old, velvet arm chair to its new place, he seated himself in it. There was a moment of silence as Squall eyed the shaking pile of sheets on the bed. He knew that in order to help Seifer, he'd at least have to know which drugs exactly was Seifer using. Squall didn't know all the details, but he did know which drugs were mild and which heavily addictive. Before he could ask however, the blonde suddenly bounced up on the bed, letting out an agonized moan. Squall realised Seifer was experiencing a painful muscle cramp, and moved up from the chair to touch Seifer's shoulder. The blonde however, flinched and backed away from Squall's soothing hand.
"Nnnhhh.....*don't* touch me!!" Seifer mewled and buried his face between his knees, his peaked body visibly shaking from the convulsion. When it finally subsided, the blonde raised his face, trying to catch his breath.
"This is bullshit! I changed my mind Squall! ....I---I don' wanna do this! I can quit tomorrow if I want to." He whined. Squall sat back in the chair, a frown on his face.
"No you can't Seifer, and you know it." The brunette said firmly. Judging by the look on Seifer's face, he was ready to quit and give up the weaning already at this point.
"What are you using?" Squall finally asked the writhing boy. "Seifer, *what* are you using?" the brunette repeated when Seifer settled against the wall, remaining silent. "I need to know!" Squall demanded.
"M-mainly heroine...occasionally amphetamine or ecstasy..." came Seifer's almost unnoticeable answer.
'No!' Squall closed his eyes, a feeling of helplessness taking over. Heroine alone was one of the strongest and most addictive drugs, and Squall knew it. 'This is *not* going to be easy...I really should just report him to the headmaster...' the brunette sighed and leaned back in the chair, looking at Seifer with sadness in his greyish eyes.
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Squall woke up to the sound of something breaking or falling on the floor. His eyes shot open and he gld ard around, only to see that Seifer's bed was empty.
'No! I wasn't supposed to fall asleep!' Squall stood up from the arm chair and looked around, noting the bathroom door was open. The brunette quickly made his way across the room to the small bathroom. When he stepped in, he saw Seifer kneeling on the tiled floor, with shaking hands trying to open a jar of pills used for heartburn.
"Seifer! What the hell!?" Squall exclaimed. He noted the medicine cabinet had been rummaged through, most of its contents scattered all over the floor.
"Seifer...those are for heartburn. They have no intoxicating effect." The brunette informed the desperate-looking boy. Seifer groaned and threw the jar from his hands.
"Fucking hell! I *need* something!!" the blonde moaned as Squall helped him up from the floor. It had now been approximately over 24 hours from Seifer's last dose. The past night and day had not been easy. As hours passed, the pain Seifer was in only seemed to get worse. Neither of them had hardly had any sleep. Seifer had vomited several times and was suffering from muscle and bone aches, from cold and hot waves and powerful tremors.
"It'll be over soon Seifer...You just have to be strong. I know you can do that." Squall reassured the writhing blonde, not actually knowing if what he said was true. He gently lay Seifer down on the bed and tugged him up. The blonde was groaning through gritted teeth, his whole body rigid from the pain again. Squall sat back in the arm chair, watching the miserable sight before him. He felt so sorry for Seifer. All he could do was sit and watch the other boy go through the painful withdrawal symptoms that had now reached their peak.
Squall was suddenly afraid Seifer's body wouldn't be able to handle it. The blonde was covered in sweat, but hadn't had anything to drink in hours. Every time Squall had managed to get Seifer to drink or eat anything, the blonde had thrown up. Seifer was breathing shallowly, wriggling on the bed, his eyes tightly closed.
"I can't t-take this! It hurts so much...Arrghh!!!" the blonde groaned, gritting his teeth. Squall leaned closer and hesitantly stroked Seifer's damp hair, not really knowing how else to ease the pain.
"It's gonna be over soon...You're a fighter! You have to be strong! You can pull through Seifer, I know you can!" Squall tried to encourage the blonde, his voice a bit shaky. The truth was that Squall was afraid. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but the sight before him drove him near panic. Several times he had walked to the door to get some real help, but every time Seifer sto stopped him by pleading for Squall not to do it. The older boy didn't want anyone to see him in his pitiful condition. It was bad enough that Squall of all people had seen how low Seifer had sank .
"I just wanna die! Let me die..." Seifer moaned, hot tears flowing from his pained eyes, all his will to fight drained out of him.
"I don't wanna be alone!" Seifer cried, gripping Squall's shirt, pulling him closer. Squall frowned, not sure how he should react.
"Please Squall, h-hold me.." Seifer pleaded, meeting Squall's eyes.
"I-I...I don't think-" The brunette began, but the agonized look on Seifer's face finally got to him. "Fine..." he mumbled and quite reluctantly climbed into the bed with Seifer. The blonde entangled himself on Squall's lean body, burying his face in the hollow of the brunette's neck. Squall was as rigid as a board, and was sure his heart stopped beating. Seifer's was holding onto him like a drowning man held a life buoy.
"S-Seifer...you're crushing me!" Squall groaned, but the hold around him didn't loosen. Instead, Seifer held the younger boy even tighter as once again, a series of tremors hit his body. Squall too could feel the trembling.
"I don't wanna die..." the older boy sobbed, shaking violently. Squall stared at the ceiling, his mind blank, unable to think of a single comforting thought.
"Y-you're not going to die..." The brunette finally whispered. "...And I'm here Seifer. All this will soon be over." He continued, letting the blonde pull him closer.
::::::To be continued:::::::
-Yorda
Author: Yorda
Rating: NC-17
Diclaimer: Sadly none of the characters of FF8 are mine, but belong to Squaresoft
Couples: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: angst, lemon, language, mild violence, drug use, OOC
Summary: Seifer's on drugs and Squall's the only one willing to help.
Chapter 3:
"One shot! Squall! Just *one*....please! I-I promise I'll quit after that! You don't know what this feels like! I giv give you *anything* you ask if you just make this pain go away!" Seifer pleaded, hot tears rolling down his bony cheeks.
Squall was torn apart by different feelings. He felt sorry for Seifer and it made his stomach turn to see the older boy suffering like this. But he also had to remember that Seifer's pain was self-caused. Squall had to be unfeeling and not give in to Seifer's pleas. The unfeeling part, that was actually quite easy for Squall Leonhart.
"I told you Seifer, I *don't* have anything! And even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you." Squall said firmly. Seifer's features twisted with anger and he tried to grab the brunette by tee-tee-shirt, failing.
"Fuck you!" the blonde hissed through gritted teeth. "I hate you! ....Stupid puberty-boy! If I still had Hyperion, I'd-" Seifer's whole body suddenly felt weak and he closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath.
Squall watched Seifer as the blonde writhed on the bed. 'I wonder how long has it been from his last shot?...At least over 10 hours. The symptoms will probably reach their peak within the next two days.' Squall estimated. Seifer was trembling, his pale skin covered with goose bumps as Squall made him lay down. He began to remove the blonde's scruffy shirt, ignoring Seifer's weak struggling.
"No...I'm cold..." the older boy whimpered, but didn't have the strength to stop Squall from undressing himualluall put the garment aside and began to unbutton Seifer's worn-out leather pants. He motioned for the boy to lift his hips up as he pulled the pants down, noting Seifer's body twitch involuntarily every now and then. When Squall had removed the blonde's clothing, only the underwear remaining, Seifer immediately wrapped himself in the sheets, curling into a ball.
"It's fucking cold in here Squall!" Seifer moaned, shivering on the bed. Squall knew the temperature in the room was normal.
'It's part of the symptoms' he noted to himself. At this point Seifer looked like a person with a normal flue. His skin was glistening with sweat and his eyes looked watery. You couldn't tell he was going through detoxification unless someone told you that. Squall stepped back from the bed and glanced around. He let his eyes rest on the arm chair across the room and decided to move it near Seifer's bed. That way he would be closer to Seifer the whole night.
When the brunette had pushed the old, velvet arm chair to its new place, he seated himself in it. There was a moment of silence as Squall eyed the shaking pile of sheets on the bed. He knew that in order to help Seifer, he'd at least have to know which drugs exactly was Seifer using. Squall didn't know all the details, but he did know which drugs were mild and which heavily addictive. Before he could ask however, the blonde suddenly bounced up on the bed, letting out an agonized moan. Squall realised Seifer was experiencing a painful muscle cramp, and moved up from the chair to touch Seifer's shoulder. The blonde however, flinched and backed away from Squall's soothing hand.
"Nnnhhh.....*don't* touch me!!" Seifer mewled and buried his face between his knees, his peaked body visibly shaking from the convulsion. When it finally subsided, the blonde raised his face, trying to catch his breath.
"This is bullshit! I changed my mind Squall! ....I---I don' wanna do this! I can quit tomorrow if I want to." He whined. Squall sat back in the chair, a frown on his face.
"No you can't Seifer, and you know it." The brunette said firmly. Judging by the look on Seifer's face, he was ready to quit and give up the weaning already at this point.
"What are you using?" Squall finally asked the writhing boy. "Seifer, *what* are you using?" the brunette repeated when Seifer settled against the wall, remaining silent. "I need to know!" Squall demanded.
"M-mainly heroine...occasionally amphetamine or ecstasy..." came Seifer's almost unnoticeable answer.
'No!' Squall closed his eyes, a feeling of helplessness taking over. Heroine alone was one of the strongest and most addictive drugs, and Squall knew it. 'This is *not* going to be easy...I really should just report him to the headmaster...' the brunette sighed and leaned back in the chair, looking at Seifer with sadness in his greyish eyes.
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Squall woke up to the sound of something breaking or falling on the floor. His eyes shot open and he gld ard around, only to see that Seifer's bed was empty.
'No! I wasn't supposed to fall asleep!' Squall stood up from the arm chair and looked around, noting the bathroom door was open. The brunette quickly made his way across the room to the small bathroom. When he stepped in, he saw Seifer kneeling on the tiled floor, with shaking hands trying to open a jar of pills used for heartburn.
"Seifer! What the hell!?" Squall exclaimed. He noted the medicine cabinet had been rummaged through, most of its contents scattered all over the floor.
"Seifer...those are for heartburn. They have no intoxicating effect." The brunette informed the desperate-looking boy. Seifer groaned and threw the jar from his hands.
"Fucking hell! I *need* something!!" the blonde moaned as Squall helped him up from the floor. It had now been approximately over 24 hours from Seifer's last dose. The past night and day had not been easy. As hours passed, the pain Seifer was in only seemed to get worse. Neither of them had hardly had any sleep. Seifer had vomited several times and was suffering from muscle and bone aches, from cold and hot waves and powerful tremors.
"It'll be over soon Seifer...You just have to be strong. I know you can do that." Squall reassured the writhing blonde, not actually knowing if what he said was true. He gently lay Seifer down on the bed and tugged him up. The blonde was groaning through gritted teeth, his whole body rigid from the pain again. Squall sat back in the arm chair, watching the miserable sight before him. He felt so sorry for Seifer. All he could do was sit and watch the other boy go through the painful withdrawal symptoms that had now reached their peak.
Squall was suddenly afraid Seifer's body wouldn't be able to handle it. The blonde was covered in sweat, but hadn't had anything to drink in hours. Every time Squall had managed to get Seifer to drink or eat anything, the blonde had thrown up. Seifer was breathing shallowly, wriggling on the bed, his eyes tightly closed.
"I can't t-take this! It hurts so much...Arrghh!!!" the blonde groaned, gritting his teeth. Squall leaned closer and hesitantly stroked Seifer's damp hair, not really knowing how else to ease the pain.
"It's gonna be over soon...You're a fighter! You have to be strong! You can pull through Seifer, I know you can!" Squall tried to encourage the blonde, his voice a bit shaky. The truth was that Squall was afraid. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but the sight before him drove him near panic. Several times he had walked to the door to get some real help, but every time Seifer sto stopped him by pleading for Squall not to do it. The older boy didn't want anyone to see him in his pitiful condition. It was bad enough that Squall of all people had seen how low Seifer had sank .
"I just wanna die! Let me die..." Seifer moaned, hot tears flowing from his pained eyes, all his will to fight drained out of him.
"I don't wanna be alone!" Seifer cried, gripping Squall's shirt, pulling him closer. Squall frowned, not sure how he should react.
"Please Squall, h-hold me.." Seifer pleaded, meeting Squall's eyes.
"I-I...I don't think-" The brunette began, but the agonized look on Seifer's face finally got to him. "Fine..." he mumbled and quite reluctantly climbed into the bed with Seifer. The blonde entangled himself on Squall's lean body, burying his face in the hollow of the brunette's neck. Squall was as rigid as a board, and was sure his heart stopped beating. Seifer's was holding onto him like a drowning man held a life buoy.
"S-Seifer...you're crushing me!" Squall groaned, but the hold around him didn't loosen. Instead, Seifer held the younger boy even tighter as once again, a series of tremors hit his body. Squall too could feel the trembling.
"I don't wanna die..." the older boy sobbed, shaking violently. Squall stared at the ceiling, his mind blank, unable to think of a single comforting thought.
"Y-you're not going to die..." The brunette finally whispered. "...And I'm here Seifer. All this will soon be over." He continued, letting the blonde pull him closer.
::::::To be continued:::::::
-Yorda