Corpse in the Cupboard
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Final Fantasy VIII › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
797
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own any of the characters in this fiction. They remain the property of the makers of Final Fantasy VIII and VII. I do this for fun and entainment, not profit.
Chapter 7
***** Chapter 7 *****
Looking at the night sky usually left Laguna with a feeling of peace and tranquility. Tonight it did nothing to ease his troubled mind. He missed Kiros. Missed him so much that it had become a constant ache. What the hell had happened? Kiros had never been the same since he had found Vincent with him at the cabin six months ago. Their previously warm and close friendship had morphed into a cold and distant acquaintance. As for Vincent, he never mentioned Kiros again after their first meeting. Laguna wanted, more than anything, to be able to talk through his problems with Kiros to Vincent but if he brought up his name in conversation, the gunman would become tense and broody, falling silent or changing the subject. He was left bewildered by the way both men seemed to detest each other when they hadn’t even tried to get to know each other first. They were both so important to the president that he longed for them to get along but it was a lost cause if he couldn’t even get Kiros to talk. Avoiding the subject with Vincent had become his only option, and burying himself in his work, his only distraction during the day. He simply went about his day with his ‘happy’ face on and pretended nothing had changed. But everything had changed and he felt so lost and confused that it was breaking him a little more every day. The fact that he could no longer ignore the problem and had to do something about it had been driven home just hours earlier. He’d received a memo on his desk informing him that Kiros was resigning his position as his assistant, effective at the end of the week.
No.
This couldn’t be happening. He glanced down at the paper in his hand, re-reading it for the hundredth time, before his eyes blurred over with tears. Wrapping his arms around his chest, Laguna fell to his knees sobbing like a child. It couldn’t end like this. Somehow, he had to fix it.
*****
Kiros glanced impatiently at the clock on the wall. Damn, where was this Galbadian official? He’d been waiting for over forty minutes for the man to turn up and his aggravation was rising steadily. Typical that the very last duty he would perform as Personal Assistant to the President would end up like this.
The president.
Laguna.
Gods, he couldn’t go there now. Tomorrow he’d be on his was to Dolet, where he could spend the rest of his miserable existence pining over the man he loved like the fool that he was. Approaching footsteps brought Kiros quickly out of his thoughts, as he stood up, taking a deep breath and pulling on his professional mask.
The door to the conference room swung open slowly and he froze in shock. Laguna stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and turning towards Kiros with a cautious smile.
“What are you doing here?” Kiros snapped. Laguna flinched, as if he had been slapped, his smile disappearing and his eyes falling to the floor.
“I……..it’s your last day and I……,” Laguna whispered sadly, his words falling into silence. The president ran his hands through his hair nervously and took a deep breath, straightening up and raising his head to look directly into his eyes. Kiros felt his pulse go into overdrive. For six months he had avoided those eyes. Oh, he’d wanted to stare into them again. Wanted it more than he’d wanted anything else before in his life.
“What the fuck happened to us?” Laguna chocked out, his voice breaking on the last word as his eyes clouded with pain.
“You replaced me,” Kiros muttered as he turned his back on the president. The urge to hold the man was becoming unbearable. “This is hardly the time to discuss this Mr President. The Galbadian minister of commerce will be arriving at any moment….”
“No, he will not,” Laguna interrupted. “There is no meeting today. Only me.”
“What?” Kiros spluttered, turning to face him. “Is this some kind of twisted joke that you…”
“Shut up, Kiros!” Laguna spat back. “You are going to listen to me. I never replaced you. Fuck, no-one could ever replace you. We’ve been friends for over twenty years, you moron. Do you honestly think I would throw all that away?” Laguna demanded as his temper flared.
“Things change! People change! Feelings change!” Kiros retorted hotly, stepping closer.
“Do you honestly hate me that much now?” Laguna demanded.
“I don’t hate you!”
“Then what the fuck is the problem here?” Laguna yelled.
“This is the problem,” Kiros hissed, grabbing the presidents face in his hands and kissing him hungrily as he pushed him back into the wall and pressed his body against him.
*****
Laguna’s anger twisted into passion as he clung to his friend and kissed him back with a desire he’d been completely unaware of. Kiros’ hands swept over him like fire, burning his skin and making him moan into their kiss. He heard Kiros growl in response as he thrust against him, lost in the complete overload of sensation that swept over him. The president was vaguely aware of his pants being roughly pushed down and kicked them off his feet impatiently as Kiros released his lips and started devouring his neck. Strong hands lifted him up against the wall and he wrapped his legs around Kiros’ waist eagerly. Kiros thrust forward once, breaching him forcefully as Laguna cried out in pain and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt tears trickling down his cheeks as he clung to Kiros and tried to adjust.
“Laguna, look at me,” Kiros whispered in his ear, his voice shaking with restraint. Laguna lifted his head and opened his eyes to look at his friend. “I am nothing without you,” Kiros husked out. He once again caught Laguna’s lips in a desperate dance that swept the pain away. Their bodies began to move together, the pace increasing rapidly with every thrust. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered. There was only the two of them becoming one. Laguna struggled for breath as he felt his climax approaching. Suddenly, every muscle in his body tensed and he cried out Kiros’ name as blackness overtook him.
Laguna opened his eyes slowly. He found himself re-dressed and lying on the couch in the conference room. Sitting up, he glanced around to find Kiros standing across the room watching him intently. As there eyes met, Laguna’s foggy mind presented him with one heart crushing word.
Vincent.
Looking at the night sky usually left Laguna with a feeling of peace and tranquility. Tonight it did nothing to ease his troubled mind. He missed Kiros. Missed him so much that it had become a constant ache. What the hell had happened? Kiros had never been the same since he had found Vincent with him at the cabin six months ago. Their previously warm and close friendship had morphed into a cold and distant acquaintance. As for Vincent, he never mentioned Kiros again after their first meeting. Laguna wanted, more than anything, to be able to talk through his problems with Kiros to Vincent but if he brought up his name in conversation, the gunman would become tense and broody, falling silent or changing the subject. He was left bewildered by the way both men seemed to detest each other when they hadn’t even tried to get to know each other first. They were both so important to the president that he longed for them to get along but it was a lost cause if he couldn’t even get Kiros to talk. Avoiding the subject with Vincent had become his only option, and burying himself in his work, his only distraction during the day. He simply went about his day with his ‘happy’ face on and pretended nothing had changed. But everything had changed and he felt so lost and confused that it was breaking him a little more every day. The fact that he could no longer ignore the problem and had to do something about it had been driven home just hours earlier. He’d received a memo on his desk informing him that Kiros was resigning his position as his assistant, effective at the end of the week.
No.
This couldn’t be happening. He glanced down at the paper in his hand, re-reading it for the hundredth time, before his eyes blurred over with tears. Wrapping his arms around his chest, Laguna fell to his knees sobbing like a child. It couldn’t end like this. Somehow, he had to fix it.
*****
Kiros glanced impatiently at the clock on the wall. Damn, where was this Galbadian official? He’d been waiting for over forty minutes for the man to turn up and his aggravation was rising steadily. Typical that the very last duty he would perform as Personal Assistant to the President would end up like this.
The president.
Laguna.
Gods, he couldn’t go there now. Tomorrow he’d be on his was to Dolet, where he could spend the rest of his miserable existence pining over the man he loved like the fool that he was. Approaching footsteps brought Kiros quickly out of his thoughts, as he stood up, taking a deep breath and pulling on his professional mask.
The door to the conference room swung open slowly and he froze in shock. Laguna stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and turning towards Kiros with a cautious smile.
“What are you doing here?” Kiros snapped. Laguna flinched, as if he had been slapped, his smile disappearing and his eyes falling to the floor.
“I……..it’s your last day and I……,” Laguna whispered sadly, his words falling into silence. The president ran his hands through his hair nervously and took a deep breath, straightening up and raising his head to look directly into his eyes. Kiros felt his pulse go into overdrive. For six months he had avoided those eyes. Oh, he’d wanted to stare into them again. Wanted it more than he’d wanted anything else before in his life.
“What the fuck happened to us?” Laguna chocked out, his voice breaking on the last word as his eyes clouded with pain.
“You replaced me,” Kiros muttered as he turned his back on the president. The urge to hold the man was becoming unbearable. “This is hardly the time to discuss this Mr President. The Galbadian minister of commerce will be arriving at any moment….”
“No, he will not,” Laguna interrupted. “There is no meeting today. Only me.”
“What?” Kiros spluttered, turning to face him. “Is this some kind of twisted joke that you…”
“Shut up, Kiros!” Laguna spat back. “You are going to listen to me. I never replaced you. Fuck, no-one could ever replace you. We’ve been friends for over twenty years, you moron. Do you honestly think I would throw all that away?” Laguna demanded as his temper flared.
“Things change! People change! Feelings change!” Kiros retorted hotly, stepping closer.
“Do you honestly hate me that much now?” Laguna demanded.
“I don’t hate you!”
“Then what the fuck is the problem here?” Laguna yelled.
“This is the problem,” Kiros hissed, grabbing the presidents face in his hands and kissing him hungrily as he pushed him back into the wall and pressed his body against him.
*****
Laguna’s anger twisted into passion as he clung to his friend and kissed him back with a desire he’d been completely unaware of. Kiros’ hands swept over him like fire, burning his skin and making him moan into their kiss. He heard Kiros growl in response as he thrust against him, lost in the complete overload of sensation that swept over him. The president was vaguely aware of his pants being roughly pushed down and kicked them off his feet impatiently as Kiros released his lips and started devouring his neck. Strong hands lifted him up against the wall and he wrapped his legs around Kiros’ waist eagerly. Kiros thrust forward once, breaching him forcefully as Laguna cried out in pain and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt tears trickling down his cheeks as he clung to Kiros and tried to adjust.
“Laguna, look at me,” Kiros whispered in his ear, his voice shaking with restraint. Laguna lifted his head and opened his eyes to look at his friend. “I am nothing without you,” Kiros husked out. He once again caught Laguna’s lips in a desperate dance that swept the pain away. Their bodies began to move together, the pace increasing rapidly with every thrust. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered. There was only the two of them becoming one. Laguna struggled for breath as he felt his climax approaching. Suddenly, every muscle in his body tensed and he cried out Kiros’ name as blackness overtook him.
Laguna opened his eyes slowly. He found himself re-dressed and lying on the couch in the conference room. Sitting up, he glanced around to find Kiros standing across the room watching him intently. As there eyes met, Laguna’s foggy mind presented him with one heart crushing word.
Vincent.