Frozen Dance

Warnings: lemon, yaoi, angst
Beta: None
Notes: I had completely forgotten about this. But here it is, the last chapter to this shortie. I’m so sorry for forgetting it like this ;^^

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It was just past 05:47 and Seifer was awake. Dreams and restless anxiousness wouldn’t let him sleep anymore. Instead he lay completely still while watching Squall sleep. It was too dark in the room to make out any proper details though his eyes were adjusted enough for him to make out contours in the darkness.

The blond found himself holding his breath just so he could listen to Squall’s even sleepy breathing. The brunet was curled against him, their legs entangled, Squall’s head on his arm and the brunet’s arms bundled up against his chest. Seifer was stroking the naked back gently. It wasn’t a really conscious movement.

The Winter ball was happening that night. Less than fifteen hours away. They would presumably be there. Everyone was going to be there. Seifer had convinced himself that he had been silly thinking they could “sign in” to the event. He would be perfectly happy if Squall would simply be there with him. It would still be a way to officially tell the rest of Garden they were serious about this relationship. Yet, for some unknown reason, Seifer hadn’t dared to ask confirmation for that they were going to be there. Together.

Squall suddenly shifted. The kind of half asleep, drowsy shifting that ended up with them even closer entangled and the brunet’s head snuggled under Seifer’s chin. It pressed certain body parts against sensitive regions and the blond twitched in sudden awakened morning wood. Typical Squall to tease him like that without even being conscious for it.

The shift had somewhat freed the blond’s other arm and he used it to stroke the pale back while his other drifted lower to the dip of firm buttocks. He only ghosted his fingers along the area, slowly nudging the blanket lower until he had fully exposed nice hips. His length throbbed where it was stuck between his own body and Squall’s hip/abdomen.

Almasy wasn’t going to wake the beauty just yet. It was so rare for him to be awake and Squall fully asleep that he rather savored it a moment longer. He let his fingers slowly and lightly trace lines and contours. Hips, buttocks, lower back, spine, ribs, hips, thigh and back to hips and buttocks. Their late night activities had obviously worn out the younger man. Seifer shivered in memory of the highly aroused, lithe SeeD who had been unusual aggressive. Squall had ridden him more than once and Seifer was sure he would have those teeth bruises along his neck and shoulders for the rest of the week. Not that he was complaining.

However, indulging in those memories backfired as his dick grew hard and throbbed even more intensely. Almasy cursed silently and stopped his explorations of naked skin.

“Don’ stop,” Squall sleepily grumbled.

Seifer chuckled.

“How long have you been awake?” he hummed as he continued stroking the brunet, but this time firmer.

However, he didn’t get a response as Squall seemed to have drifted back down into sleep. Already aroused and not having the excuse to not wake the other up any longer, Seifer pressed a hand against firm buttocks and rocked his hips slightly. It gave much needed friction to his very swollen length and at Squall’s sudden exhale and tensioning it was apparent he too got some needed attention.

Seifer slipped a finger between the buttocks and found the still sticky hole. He only pressed the tip of a finger inside but it was enough to have Squall answering with a rock of his hips. Slowly he managed to coax the brunet more awake. They were rocking and pressing swollen members against each others’ hips and legs for long, increasingly torturous minutes.

The blond groaned as wet lips and tongue suddenly lapped at his throat. They were exchanged for sharp teeth that teased him with bites and nibbles. Seifer groaned again as still hands suddenly shifted and dexterous fingers started twisting and fiddling with his nipple. Not able to stand it any longer, Almasy shifted the two of them so he could press Squall on his back.

The larger gunblader kissed the brunet deeply. Kneading lips together, tongue licking heavily against teeth and tongue. Seifer buried a hand in soft, tousled hair as they shifted so their lengths pressed against the other’s hard hip. Glorious position where Seifer could rub and press down to drive both mad. Tongues massaged against each other and Squall was stroking his sides and back with deceiving gentleness.

The brunet twisted under him and Seifer willingly let up so nice legs could spread for him. He settled back down with a groan as cock met cock. Squall groaned in their kiss as he bent his legs to take support in the bed. They pressed and rubbed their hips slow and hard against each other. Arousal was skyrocketing in him and yet they continued to drive each other higher. Each grind, each lick and pant and stroke.

Seifer sucked the plump bottom lip into his mouth and abused it relentlessly. Squall made a needy noise and put sharp nails in his broad back. Still, Almasy didn’t let up. He put his teeth in the sensitive piece of flesh and then sucked hard to encourage blood to it. When he did let the lip escape it was swollen and probably throbbing. He licked it and was soon engaged in a second deep, heavy kiss.

Squall’s hand stroked down along his back and Seifer made a reflexive thrust as the strong hands squeezed his buttocks. He easily followed the silent demand for heavier and harder rubs. The blond was rock hard after a few harsh rubs and Squall was panting and twisting under him. He wasn’t the least surprised as a slender hand demanded access between them.

Seifer lifted up slightly on elbows and knees and moaned as that strong hand found them and teased their cock heads before fully gripping Seifer’s thick length. With some fiddling he was soon pushing against the slick, lose hole. They were both still and panting as Squall held Seifer in place while the blond slowly pushed against those slick lips.

Even after the quite rough and thorough session during the evening/night, the hole wasn’t completely lose. Not enough to grant him painless access anyway. Seifer groaned as he quite suddenly sunk inside that tight space and Squall reflexively jerked his legs and gasped. Almasy stayed still while the hole squeezed around him in steady throbs.

So incredibly good. He enjoyed feeling those slick, somewhat loser walls throb around his cock. He enjoyed slowly sinking balls deep in it and draw those tantalizing gasping whimpers from the lithe brunet. Seifer did so and strong thighs came up to press around his hips. It had to hurt to take his girth again and still Squall didn’t tell him to stop. Just put teeth and nails in vulnerable skin and whimpered with each inch.

As Seifer pressed his balls against the curves of buttocks they were both slightly panting and he put his lips against an ear hidden in soft hair. Squall was throbbing around his hard member and there were the slight sensations of a pushing stomach. Seifer nibbled the ear as he withdrew slightly and pushed back in. He pushed as deep as he could get and still pushed harder, earning himself that moaning gasp. Then he withdrew only to do it again.

The blond sucked the lobe of the ear as he withdrew further and pushed back in as deep as possible again. Over and over until the brunet was moaning and had his legs raised and crossed behind Seifer’s back. He was allowed the slow pace for a while. Then sharp nails dug down in his buttocks and Seifer responded by a hard thrust. He deliberately withdrew further than before and thrust back in hard enough to have Squall gasp and jolt, legs tightening around him again.

The Seed moaned and rocked in a silent plea for more. The second harsh thrust made it smack between them. A third and that was Seifer’s limit. He set a steady pace after that, sliding out and thrusting back and he allowed himself to indulge in the mind numbing pleasure. He kissed the moaning man and for a moment his movements faltered. Squall was pushing at him and Seifer broke the kiss.

“Shift,” the brunet hoarsely mumbled.

“Want to ride?” Seifer huskily asked while he couldn’t quite still his rocking hips.

“No,” Leonhart answered with an annoyed huff.

The blond could imagine the muscle ache in those nice legs but one never knew before asking. He withdrew and got up sitting. Before the brunet could roll over, Seifer caught one leg and made the beauty stay on his side. Thankfully Squall was so flexible that raising the leg straight up was no problem. Neither was there a problem to hook it over Seifer’s shoulder so he could sink inside warm tightness again.

They groaned as Seifer sunk balls deep again. He rested his hands on the slim hip to keep the other steady. It was easy to find back to the steady rhythm of thrusting, now with an added slight noise. The blond grunted as the hole tightened slightly as Squall started stroking himself.

“Harder,” the man groaned.

Seifer all too easily followed such a command. It was so easy to lose oneself in this glorious man. Squall didn’t protest as the blond increasingly lost control of strength and speed, just moaned and stroked himself faster. Almasy was soon ramming inside that tight hole, so hard Squall took a hand against the headboard to not get pushed up in it.

The bed was complaining and their groans and moans mixed to a near deafening cacophony. Seifer felt sweat trickle down his back and he was rapidly reaching his limit. He shifted his angle some and it was enough to hit perfectly, driving Squall’s crying moans a little higher.

The gleaming pale body suddenly tensed and arched in the bed, the anus clamping down hard. Seifer gave a howl as he came. Like a kick from his midsection followed by a body wracking explosion of pleasure. He frantically slammed inside the willing body while the waves washed through him and he left his semen inside Squall again.

Once it was over he carefully withdrew before collapsing beside the panting brunet. For a few minutes there was sluggish satisfaction and panting breaths. Seifer couldn’t stop himself from harassing a still hard nipple but Squall didn’t chase the hand away. Until the brunet simply rose from the bed. Seifer sighed.

How could a person wake up and just get up? Squall seemed completely alien to the concept of just laying still in bed. It was the same thing when he was going to sleep. It seemed the brunet just decided that he was going to sleep and five seconds later he did. Unless there was sex involved. Or if he had something heavy to think about, but then no one was welcomed close.

Didn’t he ever have some worry that kept him awake? Or was he never just lazy enough to go back to sleep? Seifer rose to his elbows, waist and down modestly covered by a sheet.

“Hey… want to do something before the evening?” he asked calmly.

Squall straightened after having picked up a towel that had ended up on the floor after yesterday.

“Like what?”

Seifer shrugged.

“We could go to Dollet, see if they got any new gunblades,” he suggested.

Actually, he hadn’t thought as far as to what they were supposed to do. It was disconcerting to realize that he had been let down so many times that he expected squall to say no. Expectedly Squall frowned before picking up a couple pants and dumping them on a chair instead.

“I need to go into town before the ball starts,” he said lowly.

Seifer’s stomach made a knot of itself, his chest seemed to freeze during a breath.

“Ok, will it take long? We can go there before Dollet,” he suggested in a tone of slight disinterest.

At least he hoped he didn’t sound as he felt. The image of that man popped up in his head. Squall’s continued silence bothered him. Not that the SeeD didn’t usually stay quiet but…

“It’s nothing of much importance anyway.”

Liar. For someone as stone-faced as Squall and as quiet, the brunet sucked at lying. Or maybe it was just Seifer who had learned enough of Squall’s mimicry and signals to know when there was something bothering the man.

“Fine, how about a spar then? Promise I’ll be gentle,” Seifer smirked and rose.

Stormy eyes looked over and there was humor in the gray depths.

*****

Everything seemed ready for the Ball. The Garden always hired outside help so that no one living in the Garden would have to work this day. Even Kadowaki had a replacement this particular day. It was fun, in a way, to see serious, highly deathly SeeD women behave like normal women would.

Ok, so their dresses and hair wasn’t what normal women wore. A few of them had grandiose dresses that flowed everywhere, some had more sleek dresses and some had down right porny dresses and then there was some that didn’t wear dresses but other clothes. It was exciting to see how very imaginative some girls were. Some had managed to make their weaponry a part of their dresses.

Seifer didn’t think any of this had changed since he last attended the Winter Ball and as usually, all the girls were mysteriously gone during the day. Except Fuujin. She was a silent presence to her two male comrades while they strolled through the Garden. It was strange how similar she and Squall was and still so dissimilar.

“So they had to like, hand-make my uniform, you know, because I’m kinda too big. Ya gonna wear a uniform?” Raijin asked.

“No, I hired a suit,” he explained.

Rather, early on Squall dragged him off to Delling and they both had suits fitted. According to Squall it was because the brunet wouldn’t endure another minute wearing the bloody SeeD uniform ever again.

“Are you going to wear a dress this time?” Seifer smirked at the red eyed woman to his side.

Fuujin gave him a single eyed glare that made him want to take a step away.

“Just asking…” he defended himself.

It would be nice, he thought, to once see her in something else than uniform. Or see her smile and dance or just anything else than her strict posture and stony face. However, Seifer also knew what lay behind that stony face. She was not antiscocial like Squall, she was wary of people. Wary in a way only child abuse induces and none of them had experienced that. Still, it would have been nice to see her in anything like a dress but he wouldn’t ever tell her that.

“Squall?” she asked calmly.

Contrary to other people’s believes, Fuujin had a normal tone of voice, she just didn’t like to use it. Seifer shrugged, anxiety and bad feelings welling up again.

“Out on some errand.”

He didn’t like to see the disbelief/surprise in her eyes that he himself felt. But was it really so strange? Sure, they were a couple but Squall was… a free person. They didn’t have to be stuck to each other, not even on holidays. Not really. Seifer didn’t like the way Fuujin’s eyes and face softened in concern.

“Arguing?”

Raijin was silently listening too. Seifer looked away from them, not able to see into their eyes.

“Na, not really,” he answered and knew the half lie.

He had wanted to say they had argued during the morning. That would have been a legal excuse for Squall being absent. But they hadn’t. Fuujin made a humming sound and it was so odd both boys looked down at her. Almasy didn’t like her contemplative look. He didn’t want her to say something that would strengthen his suspicions. But she just shrugged and suddenly separated from them.

“Later,” she said with a wave over her shoulder before she strode over to a darkly skinned SeeD five years their senior.

Seifer’s eyes almost bulged from his head as the taller woman gave Fuujin a chaste kiss before they walked off hand in hand. He quickly turned to Raijin who was stratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

“I didn’t know until a week ago, you know? They’ve been together for half a year already,” the big man shrugged.

Green eyes narrowed.

“Half a year?”

“Ah.”

“And no one noticed?”

Raijin shrugged.

“They’ve signed in to the Ball, guess it’s kinda serious now, ya know?” he explained.

Something twisted in Seifer’s stomach. Feelings were running rampant in his body. It wasn’t the shock of seeing his friend with another female, it was seeing her with anyone at all. It just… it didn’t fit the picture he had of Fuujin in his head.

“Didn’t see ya two on the list. Ya not gonna sign in?”

Seifer blinked and shrugged, not willing to get in on that subject. He could taste something akin to acid in his stomach again.

“We’re not ready,” he answered.

The two friends stepped out on a main corridor and soon ended up by the entrance. It was covered with glittering things and fake snow and huge statues of the Guardian Forces. There was a red mat being rolled out over the wide entrance, and patiently following the working men, a certain brunet walked.

Seifer’s body jolted by that odd electricity again. Was it normal to feel such a joyous jolt just when seeing a person? It was even stronger as Squall looked up and their eyes met. Squall made a small smile and changed his course as fast as he could get past the people rolling out the mat.

“So I’ll see ya two later?” Raijin smiled.

Seifer wanted to say that he didn’t have to leave but the man was gone before the blond got a word out. Grey blue eyes followed the retreating figure before they made a customary check of the huge entrance.

“So, Dollet?” Seifer smirked and a near eyebrow arched.

“There’s no time to go gunblade shopping,” Squall said as if it had all been seriously meant.

“I know that, do you take everything seriously?” Seifer chuckled.

Squall only gave a slight smile in amusement.

“We should get dressed.”

Seifer frowned as he looked at his watch.

“There’s still time.”

Seifer blinked at the gaze he received. Squall crossed his arms over his chest and arched a nice eyebrow as if questioning the density of Seifer’s head.

“What?”

Squall shrugged and turned to walk in the general direction of the dorms.

“Just, you need to undress before you can change,” Leonhart said softly as Seifer caught up to him.

A very hot throb downward made Seifer a little bit dry mouthed. Then he smirked.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, that’s so,” Squall smiled softly.

*****

The place started to get too crowded. It seemed every student, cadet, SeeD and whatever relatives there was had come to the small facility. There was colour and glitter everywhere. The ladies that weren’t mercenaries had dressed in beautiful dresses and not every man had a black suit on. At least half the cadets and SeeDs wore their uniforms.

Seifer wasn’t the least bit surprised to see that Rinoa and Selphie had dresses that matched each other. When they stood close together you could see the pattern of Carbuncle go from one to the other. Quistis was stunning in a golden dress with red feathers that was a reminder of the legendary GF Phoenix.

Seifer was surprised at seeing Fuujin all dressed up in her SeeD uniform, although her girlfriend had a daring dress that made the “normal” ladies raise their eyebrows. Seifer should by all means enjoy this, but he was feeling nauseous. When or how he had started disliking such crowds was beyond him, but he started to understand what Squall felt.

Almasy tried unsuccessfully to not draw attention to himself, but he had never been good at just blending in. However at that moment he wished he didn’t look as good as he did and he fervently wished Squall was there. Again. Just where had he run off to? How long could “I’ll be right back” take? The dance would soon start and if the bloody idiot didn’t watch it, some pretty lady would steal Seifer and the blond wasn’t too sure he wouldn’t let himself be stolen.

Rinoa suddenly came up to him and she was smiling like a whole sun. She raised her hand as if to touch him and Seifer swore he tried not to flinch but at the moment his nerves was too frayed to steel himself. The doe eyed girl quickly retrieved her hand and her smile diminished some.

“You’re looking really good Seifer,” she said instead.

Seifer gave a nod and managed a meek smile.

“You too. Both of you,” he said with a nod towards Selphie who had latched onto the cowboy who was among those who wore their uniform.

“So are you two going to dance? I know it’s huge for you SeeD people to dance, I talked to Selphie,” Rinoa explained.

However the gleam in her eyes told Seifer she just found it even more romantic. He shrugged and was stabbed in the gut by acid and insecurity. Rinoa was too observant for her own good. She tilted her head and gave him a sad look.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

However she kept staring at him and for a chest constricting moment he thought she was inside his head. He had to repetedly tell himself that Rinoa wasn’t like that, that Squall kept her in a very strong bond.

“Is it because Squall is being Squall?”

“Huh?” Seifer blinked in confusion.

“Well… he hasn’t said he loves you, right?” she pondered.

Seifer swallowed and squirmed in discomfort.

“It’s not something mercenaries say,” Seifer said lowly but knew how hollow it was.

“You know, Squall never really showed any affection to me in public when we were supposed to be a thing,” she said slowly.

Seifer arched both eyebrows.

“He’s not very open, you know that. He didn’t even want to say out loud that we were together to his friends. If you just tell him how you feel I’m sure he’ll come around,” she smiled.

Seifer wanted to tell her she was being silly. Maybe Squall hadn’t said anything because he had known they wouldn’t stay together like that? Seifer’s gut feeling told him this thing was coming closer and close to something and it wouldn’t be good. For a moment he wanted to tell Rinoa his fears, then his eyes caught another sight.

That man.

The same man from the town. He was there, dressed in a black suit with a glass in hand. He wasn’t well dressed. He had no slipknot and the shirt wasn’t fully buttoned, neither was his jacket and his hair looked like a birds nest. Seifer was walking across the room before he fully knew what he was doing.

Hot, red anger boiled inside of him. It filled his veins and his head and his sight. Anger, jealousy, betrayal. What was He doing there? This… this pathetic wimp? Was it true then, his suspicions? Was this little, weak man corrupting his lion?

The wimp saw the thunder coming from afar. To any outside it would have looked comical. Seifer made a straight line to the man, everyone else had to move out of the way and they did. A small space cleared around the man who looked around him as if hoping the poisonous green eyes was glaring at anyone else. When he realized that the poisonous gaze was meant for him, he seemed to shrink in his shoes. Seifer stopped barely an arms-length away, struggling to control the irrational rage in his head and blood.

“H-hello?” the man tried to smile while tilting his head back to look Seifer in the eyes.

“Where’s Squall?” Almasy asked darkly.

“Squall? H-He went outside, that way, he needed air,” the man stammered and pointed in the general direction of the huge entrance.

Seifer was wise enough to go that way instead of doing bloody harm to anyone else. While he stormed towards the exit he struggled with the eelings of betrayal and suspicion. He was being ridicules. Just because he had seen them talk and then Squall disappeared and that wimp was there. It was ridicules! Still he couldn’t curb the feelings.

Outside he didn’t see hair nor hide of the brunet. A couple SeeD was smoking outside and he walked up to them. His anger was clearly visible because both veterans tensed as if ready for a fight.

“You’ve seen Squall?” he asked darkly.

“Squall? Yeah, he went that way,” the older of the said and pointed out in snowy darkness.

Seifer didn’t say anything but went that way. Sure enough he found footprints in the snow. He expected to find the brunet by the training centre’s outside door, but didn’t. The footprints continued. Seifer felt confused. Why was Squall walking up to the mountain? The blond checked his junction to Ifrit since he didn’t have Hyperion. Ifrit would have to do all the fighting.

Seifer lit a fireball to keep as light before he started trailing the confusing brunet. Ifrit was a strong GF, now. He kept the blond warm and his mere presence was enough to scare off any monster.

The hot rage had cooled considerably as Seifert reeked up the mountain. It was the way to their spot where they sparred. However, at a fork in the road Squall had taken right. There was a small lake in that direction. By now Seifer was too confused to try and figure this out. You didn’t normally run up in the mountains when there was a Ball going on. Maybe you did if you had cheated on your boyfriend.

As he closed in on the lake he saw there was a soft blue light coming from there. Ifrit moved around restlessly. He didn’t like the cold presence of Shiva.

“Damn it!”

Seifer stopped at the sudden and uncharacteristic outburst from Leonhart. He didn’t know why, but Almasy sneaked up to a boulder and peeked around it. He didn’t know what to expect just that what he saw bewildered him.

“Again,” Squall growled.

Shiva smiled softly in her set form. She was the source to the illumination. Seifer was surprised at how… big she was. She was easily a head taller than Raijin and still she was breathtakingly beautiful. In a non human GF way.

She and Squall took each others arms and… well tried to dance across the iced over lake. Just that both seemed to have only left feet because two steps into the dance, Squall managed to trample her naked toes before he stumbled on himself. Squall cursed so lividly and long Seifer wondered just who he had been listening to to learn all those words.

To his surprise there was a frantic gleam in the brunet’s face, a sort of panic.

“This won’t work! I can’t ask Seifer to dance when all I’ll do is embarrassing us!” Squall raged.

Shiva tilted her head and gave a sad smile. Apparently she couldn’t talk put she trousled chocolate strands and made a gesture as if they should try again. Squall just shook his head and sat down on a small rock close to the lake side. He tore at his own hair.

“I don’t know what to do Shiva. I thought… if we could dance at the Ball, Seifer would understand, but I can’t dance! And he asked be if we would go, he asked Shiva!” Squall said desperately and tug at her hand as if it would make it more important.

The huge GF gave a sad smile and hunched infront of her charge. Her blue, big hands gently petted Squall’s head. Like a mother would her child.

“I couldn’t answer him. I mean, going to the Ball will require us to dance or he’ll just think it doesn’t mean anything. But I can’t dance, I’d screw it up and make a fool of us both,” Squall continued and Seifer realized wit shock that there was water in those beautiful blue-grey eyes.

He sunk back from his sneak peek. Heart beating in his throat, breathing a uneven strange thing. His head was spinning. All those times, had squall sneaked up here to train? Just so they could dance a silly dance?

Seifer straightened and peeked around the boulder. Squall was still talking to his GF but much quieter now. Almasy couldn’t make out the wors. He wanted to go there. He wanted to explain that he didn’t care about dancing, just being there would be enough. But he hesitated. Shiva suddenly looked up and their eyes met.

The GF smiled and made a gesture for him to come to them. She rose and slowly faded away. Squall rose to.

“Shiva? Don’t go!”

There was something like a faint chuckle in the air before she completely disappeared. It took a while for the fullmoon to replace her light and by the time their eyes had adjusted, Seifer had stepped close enough that Squall noticed him. The brunet jolted in surprise and for a moment there was naked feelings in his face. Surprice, embarrassment, fear?

“Seifer?”

The blond smiled while stepping up close to the smaller man. How could he have doubted this man? Squall had too much honor to betray anyone by cheating, right?

“You’re trying to learn how to dance with Shiva?” he said in a humourous tone.

It took a while, but then Leonhart smiled. The blond stroked his face and Squall leaned into the hand.

“It was going to be a surprise but…” Squall made a helpless gesture as if it would explain everything.

“I even took lessons. There’s a dance teacher down town. Well, he teaches in different instruments too but…” Squall made a grimace as if in pain.

Seifer’s heart wanted to beat a hole in his chest. Dance…teacher? That wimp was a teacher.

“He didn’t manage very well. I’m sorry, I can’t go to the Ball,” Squall said and couldn’t look Seifer in the eyes.

The joy, the relief, the amazing feeling twirling inside Seifer was too much to put words on. How could he ever put words to those feelings? So instead he kissed the brunet. It felt hot and desperate and once started he didn’t want to stop. Squall was first rigid in surprise but he melted quickly and his hands buried in Seifer hair and suit jacket.

They were panting hard once they separated and the blond rested his forehead against Squall’s cooler one. He wanted to make hot love to the man but not even Squall would manage the coldness, so Seifer just held onto the brunet.

“You know, dancing is about trust,” he murmured at last.

Squall just hummed. Slowly Seifer shifted their grips to the start position to the waltz. He knew what errors both that teacher had made and what Squall had made. Seifer made sure to take the leading position, something Squall wouldn’t have let the teacher take. Shiva meant well, but she couldn’t dance human dances. She couldn’t lead or follow.

“Relax, you trust me right?” Seifer murmured as Squall tensed up.

Slowly Squall nodded and leaned back against the supporting arm. Their first steps were slow and the brunet stumbled. Seifer didn’t allow him to break off, just put their foreheads together and slowed down. Step by step he could felt their bodies melt together. Squall did trust him and he could dance, it was just a matter of having the right partner.

It was elation. It was like sparring and sleeping together in one. Seifer knew when squall let go and put himself in the blond’s hands. The dance started to flow like an well oiled machinery. Squall looked up and he smiled such a breathtaking smile Seifer could look away. That was his. That was for him and him alone. Only he received that smile because Squall was truly his lover. At that moment he knew that he was home for good.

Above them the night sky filled with whistling, booming fireworks.

The End

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Author’s Note:
And there. The end. Gods, I’m so sorry for not updating it earlier. It completely blanked out of my head.
I know it’s fluffy and cliché and anything else like that but I still quite like it ;)

/Shehanitan