Absolution II: Redemption
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
845
Reviews:
34
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
In Which Seifer Talks and Thinks
Disclaimer: I’m cruel to Seifer, but he’ll never be mine. Same with everyone else I mention. And I don’t get anything from writing, aside from the therapeutic feeling of getting my frustrations out somehow.
A/N: Umm, no warnings specific to this chapter. I think the next one will be more kinky goodness, though.
And you see the things they never see
All you wanted, I could be
Now you know me, and I'm not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man?
~ Johnny Rzeznik – I’m Still Here
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Squall left because he had work to do, so I get to be bored for another long day. If I can’t train and I can’t leave Garden, what the hell is there to do?
First things first, I better take a shower. I’m sweaty and I smell like sex. Probably only one person here who could get away with walking around like this and it sure ain’t me. The hot water feels nice, so I take my time washing, using plenty of the Ice Princess’s stuff. Hell of a lot better than using the cheap shit Garden provides.
Soon as I get cleaned and dressed, I leave his room and head out of the dorms slowly. Let’s hope nobody sees anything to ask why I was in the Commander’s room last night.
“Hey, Almasy!” someone yells, and I stop in my tracks. Umm, oh shit? I turn on my heels and look at the person who addressed me. It’s the Sniper Slut himself, Irvine Kinneas, otherwise known as that guy who freaked out when he was asked to shoot Edea. Well, Ultimecia possessing Edea. If she hadn’t stopped the bullet, I would have had to kill him to avenge her. And I wouldn’t have flinched ‘bout it, either.
I don’t know what he’s got to say to me, but I might as well play nice and talk since I ain’t got anything better to do with my time.
“What is it, Kinneas?” I mumble while waiting for him to walk closer to me. Yes, I’m a little lazy today.
He saunters over and nods at me before leaning against the wall. “Is it just me or did Commander Icicle seem a little warmer than usual this morning? He was almost smilin’ when he went up to the office.”
I shrug and look him over. There’s a bite mark, almost hidden by his hair, behind his right ear. Do I really wanna know who gave that to him? Probably not. “Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t. Really ain’t your business, is it, cowboy?”
Irvine just nods a little and pushes some hair out of his face. “He don’t look as much in need of a good fuck anymore. Maybe you bein’ here took the stick outta his ass for some reason. Sure as hell wish I was allowed to get my hands on ya.”
One of my brows arches before they furrow and I glare at him. “What in Hyne’s name is that supposed to mean, Sniper Slut?”
He looks almost hurt at the name I use, but that expression passes after a moment. “It means that after the deal with Zell yesterday, Squall told everyone that we couldn’t hit you unless you hit first. Anyone who doesn’t listen faces demotion of a rank or two.”
Well, well, well. It looks like Squally-boy actually worries about my safety. He wouldn’t have to worry if he’d let me carry Hyperion, but at least I don’t gotta worry about Dincht trying anything now. The little shit is too obedient for his own good.
“Thanks for tellin’ me that. And if you promise to behave and not run your mouth, I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Maybe I can play nice with the cowboy, see if he’ll ever think of joining in with me and Squall.
Irvine smirks and nods. “SeeD’s honor not to repeat it, so this better be something good.”
I touch the scar between my eyes before looking at him. “The reason Squall doesn’t look like he needs a fuck anymore is because I took care of that yesterday. Twice, in fact.”
“Certainly conjures up fun mental images. Let me join in some day?” is all he says before tipping his hat and strolling off.
I walk to the cafeteria slowly, trying to ignore that there are more people talking about me now than there were yesterday, get some pancakes and orange juice, and sit down at the opposite end of the table Quistis is sitting at.
She looks over at me and just nods once before going back to her conversation with one of the many Trepies that obsess over her. Never been able to see what’s so great about her that prompts the need for extreme cases of stalking and hero worship. Maybe I’d have to be a fifteen-year-old cadet with an actual interest in pussy to figure it out.
Nothing I need to worry about now, though. All I gotta do today is find a way not to go totally fucking insane from boredom.
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A/N: Gods, I think this chapter fucking sucks. Oh well, it’s filler until what my evil muses have planned for next time. Oh, and much love to Havi for giving me the title of this arc.
Review responses:
Tsubasa No Koe – Squall will have good luck, just look at what the fic’s title is, after all. Seifer might think of killing himself from time to time, but I promise he won’t die.
Lady Caos – I was cracking up when I wrote that line, figured others would love it too. And I know you love me.
kati – Here you go, one update.
tashabot – Dammit, now I wanna go as Vincent. But I’m not going this year…maybe I’ll be Seifer next year if I have the money.
A/N: Umm, no warnings specific to this chapter. I think the next one will be more kinky goodness, though.
And you see the things they never see
All you wanted, I could be
Now you know me, and I'm not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man?
~ Johnny Rzeznik – I’m Still Here
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Squall left because he had work to do, so I get to be bored for another long day. If I can’t train and I can’t leave Garden, what the hell is there to do?
First things first, I better take a shower. I’m sweaty and I smell like sex. Probably only one person here who could get away with walking around like this and it sure ain’t me. The hot water feels nice, so I take my time washing, using plenty of the Ice Princess’s stuff. Hell of a lot better than using the cheap shit Garden provides.
Soon as I get cleaned and dressed, I leave his room and head out of the dorms slowly. Let’s hope nobody sees anything to ask why I was in the Commander’s room last night.
“Hey, Almasy!” someone yells, and I stop in my tracks. Umm, oh shit? I turn on my heels and look at the person who addressed me. It’s the Sniper Slut himself, Irvine Kinneas, otherwise known as that guy who freaked out when he was asked to shoot Edea. Well, Ultimecia possessing Edea. If she hadn’t stopped the bullet, I would have had to kill him to avenge her. And I wouldn’t have flinched ‘bout it, either.
I don’t know what he’s got to say to me, but I might as well play nice and talk since I ain’t got anything better to do with my time.
“What is it, Kinneas?” I mumble while waiting for him to walk closer to me. Yes, I’m a little lazy today.
He saunters over and nods at me before leaning against the wall. “Is it just me or did Commander Icicle seem a little warmer than usual this morning? He was almost smilin’ when he went up to the office.”
I shrug and look him over. There’s a bite mark, almost hidden by his hair, behind his right ear. Do I really wanna know who gave that to him? Probably not. “Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t. Really ain’t your business, is it, cowboy?”
Irvine just nods a little and pushes some hair out of his face. “He don’t look as much in need of a good fuck anymore. Maybe you bein’ here took the stick outta his ass for some reason. Sure as hell wish I was allowed to get my hands on ya.”
One of my brows arches before they furrow and I glare at him. “What in Hyne’s name is that supposed to mean, Sniper Slut?”
He looks almost hurt at the name I use, but that expression passes after a moment. “It means that after the deal with Zell yesterday, Squall told everyone that we couldn’t hit you unless you hit first. Anyone who doesn’t listen faces demotion of a rank or two.”
Well, well, well. It looks like Squally-boy actually worries about my safety. He wouldn’t have to worry if he’d let me carry Hyperion, but at least I don’t gotta worry about Dincht trying anything now. The little shit is too obedient for his own good.
“Thanks for tellin’ me that. And if you promise to behave and not run your mouth, I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Maybe I can play nice with the cowboy, see if he’ll ever think of joining in with me and Squall.
Irvine smirks and nods. “SeeD’s honor not to repeat it, so this better be something good.”
I touch the scar between my eyes before looking at him. “The reason Squall doesn’t look like he needs a fuck anymore is because I took care of that yesterday. Twice, in fact.”
“Certainly conjures up fun mental images. Let me join in some day?” is all he says before tipping his hat and strolling off.
I walk to the cafeteria slowly, trying to ignore that there are more people talking about me now than there were yesterday, get some pancakes and orange juice, and sit down at the opposite end of the table Quistis is sitting at.
She looks over at me and just nods once before going back to her conversation with one of the many Trepies that obsess over her. Never been able to see what’s so great about her that prompts the need for extreme cases of stalking and hero worship. Maybe I’d have to be a fifteen-year-old cadet with an actual interest in pussy to figure it out.
Nothing I need to worry about now, though. All I gotta do today is find a way not to go totally fucking insane from boredom.
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A/N: Gods, I think this chapter fucking sucks. Oh well, it’s filler until what my evil muses have planned for next time. Oh, and much love to Havi for giving me the title of this arc.
Review responses:
Tsubasa No Koe – Squall will have good luck, just look at what the fic’s title is, after all. Seifer might think of killing himself from time to time, but I promise he won’t die.
Lady Caos – I was cracking up when I wrote that line, figured others would love it too. And I know you love me.
kati – Here you go, one update.
tashabot – Dammit, now I wanna go as Vincent. But I’m not going this year…maybe I’ll be Seifer next year if I have the money.