The Notebook

Title: The Notebook
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, language, roughish sex
Spoilers: None
Pairings: Seifer/Squall
Summary: Squall can’t stop thinking about Seifer. Seifer just wants Squall’s attention. It isn’t as difficult as they think.
Setting: Pre-disc 1
Feedback: angel_jadeuk@hotmail.com
Site: http://www.badsideoftown.com/
Distribution: If you’ve had my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.



“Are you paying attention?”

It was a perfectly acceptable question considering the circumstances, but Squall ignored it. The words he’d been writing had now taken over the page of his worn out notebook until it was obvious that no, he hadn’t been paying attention.

“Mr. Leonheart, stand up.” The aging instructor demanded from the front of the classroom.

With a dismissive sigh, Squall stood, waiting for the telling off he deserved.

“Have you been listening to a thing I’ve said?” The instructor asked, pointedly.

“No.” Squall replied, simply. He hadn’t meant it to be rude, but as usual, his attitude was about to get him into trouble.

Before the instructor could open his mouth, the door opened and Seifer walked in, heading straight for his desk without so much as acknowledging anyone.

“Mr. Almasy!”

Squall sat back down; glad the attention had shifted to the one person who enjoyed it. He picked his pen up and continued to write.

“I’ll see you both after class.” The instructor ordered, choosing to continue the class rather than try and fight with the two boys at the back of the room.

Seifer sneered and lay back in his chair, resting his feet against the computer desk. He looked over at Squall, trying to get a better look at the notepad in the hopes of finding something to taunt him with later.

“What?” Squall muttered, turning the page over self-consciously.

“Writing a love letter to your boyfriend?” Seifer asked, smirking. It was his latest joke. ‘Let’s tell everyone Squall is gay.’ At least it was better than his last one. This one hadn’t got Squall dragged before the heads of the school in order to deny he was sleeping with his instructors to get good grades.

And so Squall ignored him, as usual, slipping his notebook in between his library books. He tried to focus on the lesson, but there were only so many times he could listen to the junction tutorial before it started to hurt his brain.

The lesson passed slowly, interrupted only by the occasional outburst by one of the over-active students at the front. Once they had all piled out, leaving Squall and Seifer alone with their instructor, things really got bad.

“You’re both to stay here over lunch. I won’t stand for such behaviour. Now you know you’ll be getting a new instructor next week. Let’s see if we can’t improve your punctuality and concentration before then, hm?” The instructor looked at them both; with no idea he was wasting his breath. “I’m off to the cafeteria, but I’ll be straight back. You’d both better be here when I get back. Use this time to catch up with the parts of today’s lesson you missed.”

“You can’t starve us, instructor.” Seifer retorted.

“You can eat when I get back.” He replied. “Get on with it.”

Seifer glared as the older man left them alone in the classroom. “I don’t know what’s worse, listening to one of his lectures or listening to you for an hour.”

Squall ignored him.

“You’re right, you’re far more interesting.” Seifer added, sarcastically. “What are you doing?”

“Studying.” Squall replied, not taking his eyes off the book in front of him.

Frowning, Seifer jumped seats until he was perched next to Squall, his hand reaching out to grab the book from his enemies grasp.

“Stop it!” Squall snapped, holding the book out of reach.

”Studying?” Seifer snorted. “If that’s all it is, show me!”

Squall moved across the bench away from Seifer, holding onto the book to prevent Seifer from destroying it.

Seifer, however, had stopped trying to snatch it. He’d found something more interesting to steal.

Squall’s notebook.

His heart stopping, Squall dropped his library book and tried to rescue his notebook. But it was too late; Seifer had already made it half way across the room and was reading his private thoughts with a big grin on his face.

“Give it back!” Squall demanded, angrily.

“Are you kidding? This is the best thing I’ve read all year!” Seifer laughed, turning the page to continue.

Squall could feel his face going red. This wasn’t happening. He had to stop him…

“I had no idea you were such a…” Seifer was cut off as Squall lunged at him, knocking them both to the ground. But the notebook was held out of the shorter man’s reach. “If you wanted me that badly, you should have just asked.” He taunted.

Squall thumped him and made another grab for the notebook, this time successfully. He got off Seifer and returned to his seat, his face still flushed.

Seifer leaned against his own desk, watching Squall’s embarrassment. “This is priceless…you’re so fucking pathetic.”

Squall grabbed his books and went to storm out of the classroom, choosing to face his instructor’s wrath than face Seifer’s humiliating accusations. But he barely made it two steps before Seifer pulled him back, turned him round and kissed him.

The books crashed to the floor as Squall lost his hold on them. He didn’t react at first, too shocked by this turn of events to do or say anything. But then, as realisation hit, he shoved Seifer off him and ran out, leaving behind his dropped books.

Seifer smirked, happy he’d finally ruffled the boy’s feathers. He’d been trying for as long as he could remember to get under Squall’s skin, make him react to something. Now he had the ammunition he needed. And a notebook full of confessions to read…

He leant down and picked the notebook out of the pile, holding it carefully. He slipped out of the room and headed for his dorm room, not giving much thought to his detention.

*****

Squall sat on his bed, trying not to cry. He hated being such a kid at times like these. He’d written everything in that notebook…fears, dreams, crushes…

Seifer. That was another thing he hated about himself. His attraction to the bully was almost completely unexplainable. He was mean, arrogant and vicious…especially to Squall. He’d done everything in his power to make Squall’s life miserable. But Squall couldn’t stop thinking about him…and now there was a kiss to think about. Where had that come from?

Squall went to reach for his notebook in the hopes of figuring out what Seifer had read. Only, it wasn’t there. He felt his heart sink lower…followed quickly by a strong sense of dread. The pages would be photocopied and posted all around Garden by the end of lunch. It couldn’t get any worse.

He would have to get to Seifer before…fight him for it if necessary. Anxious about having to face his nemesis after this, Squall had to force himself to his feet. There was no way Seifer was going to use this against him.

*****

Squall checked back at the classroom, only to be told by his instructor that both he and Seifer would be attending yet another detention that night for failure to follow orders.

Squall had been wrong. Things were getting worse every minute.

The dormitories were his next destination, though he should have guessed Seifer wouldn’t have stuck around after he’d left. As he went to push the elevator button, the hyperactive student from his class skidded through the closing doors.

“I told you to hold it!” The blond boy complained. “Hey, you’re in my class. You get into trouble? Man, you been in the cafeteria yet? Hotdogs sold out again. Just my luck. You ever tried one? This elevator is so slow…”

Squall rubbed his temple sub-consciously, trying his best to ease this sudden annoyance in his head.

“You don’t talk much.”

“Whatever.” Squall muttered.

The boy shrugged. “Suit yourself.” The doors slid open and he was off again, leaving Squall to exit the elevator at a normal speed. The dorms weren’t far away and Seifer’s room was only a few doors down from his own. He hesitated before knocking as loudly and as calmly as he could.

Seconds passed before the door opened and Seifer stood there, wearing only his boxers.

All thought and reason went out of Squall’s head. He could barely remember why he was there, let alone manage to communicate his reasons.

Seifer grinned. “Like what you see?”

Refusing to let this get to him, Squall focused on keeping his stare at eye level. “My notebook.”


“Yes, it makes interesting reading. But then, you know…you wrote it.” Seifer teased, leaning against the frame of his door suggestively.

“I want it back.” Squall demanded.

“No explanation? No…’it wasn’t me’?” Seifer wasn’t really surprised. It was rare he got more than three words out of Squall. But this time was different. This time he knew how to push those buttons.

“Now.” Squall threatened, his eyes narrowing.

“Fine.” Seifer moved out of the way. “Take it.”

That was what Squall wanted to hear. But it wasn’t that simple. Seifer was suggesting he go inside and retrieve it. From Seifer’s bedroom of all places.

Bad idea. Very bad idea.

And he knew it. But if he wanted to make sure the content remained private (or at least just between them), he had to do what he had to do. He stepped inside and walked as quickly as he could into the bedroom. The notebook lay on the bed, open at the worst page Seifer could possibly have read. Squall closed his eyes in horror.

“Hope you don’t mind my lack of clothing. I was getting to a good part.” Seifer smirked, coming up behind him.

Swallowing hard and forcing himself not to get a mental picture, Squall grabbed it and turned to leave.

Surprise. Seifer blocked his way.

“Move.” Squall commanded, in the hopes his tone would be enough to persuade him.

“Now forgive me if I’m wrong, but…isn’t this what you want?” Seifer asked, stepping closer. “I’m sure I read something about this in there. You all nervous, me all…aggressive.”

Squall’s embarrassment began to show on his cheeks again and he found he couldn’t quite look Seifer in the eye anymore. “It was just…” He broke off. He didn’t know what it was. If he did, he would probably have done something about it before now.

“You’ve ignored me our whole lives.” Seifer reminded him. “I thought it was because you were an ignorant fuck. Now I know why…”

Squall went to step around him, determined not to let Seifer control the situation.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Seifer laughed, grabbing Squall’s arm. “You get me all horny and then fuck off?”

“I didn’t write that for you.” Squall snapped back, pulling his arm free from Seifer’s grasp.

With a well timed push, Seifer had his adversary pressed against the wall with little room to fight back. “You wrote about this. You wrote about me pushing you against a wall, remember?”


Squall really didn’t want to remember. Not any of it. Was there such thing as a memory spell? “Seifer…drop it.”

“You didn’t get much further though. This PG-13 stuff isn’t much fun. How about you write me an ending?” Seifer asked, smiling.

Squall could feel the wall against his back, a solid reminder he had no where to run. Had he wanted to get away, there were several tactics he could have used to get Seifer off him. It probably would have involved a trip to the infirmary too, which Squall wouldn’t have minded. Seifer, as much as the guy turned him on, was an asshole.

But he didn’t fight back. The stuff he wrote was written for a reason.

“Is that a yes?” Seifer asked, leaning in closer until their lips almost touched.

Squall moved the extra inch to close the gap, taking the biggest risk he’d ever dreamed of taking. He kissed Seifer…and Seifer was actually kissing back. Possessively so.

He felt his whole body melt as Seifer’s hands pulled at his t-shirt before sliding underneath, caressing the hot skin. He couldn’t stop the moan from escaping into the kiss.

Seifer pulled back, his hands still on Squall’s chest, pinning him to the wall. “Is this what you want?”

Squall didn’t want to answer. It was so much easier if Seifer just let him stand there.

Seifer’s hands began to pull back. “I should have known you were too immature for this.”

“Wait.” Squall muttered, his skin already missing Seifer’s touch. If was his only chance… “I want…this.”

Seifer smirked and resumed his position against Squall. “What’s this?”

“You.” Squall replied, quietly.

“What do you want me to do?” Seifer asked him, kissing his neck lightly.

Squall closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. “That.”

“I need more instructions than that.” Seifer demanded. “You want to write it down or something?”

Squall could have hit him. He always had to make things difficult. “Just fuck me, Seifer!”

With a triumphant grin, Seifer gave a small nod of approval. “That’s better.”

His hands slid down to Squall’s jeans, quickly losing the belts. Once the zipper had fallen, so did his pants and boxers, leaving Squall open to Seifer’s wondering hands.

“Like this?”

Squall’s cock was rock hard when Seifer’s hand wrapped around it, massaging the skin and teasing the tip playfully. Not content with a quick hand job, Seifer spun Squall around, pressing his chest into the cold wall. “You better be ready, ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you and I don’t play nice.”

Squall bit his lip to keep from moaning in response. The loss of Seifer’s hand was near killing him; he couldn’t help but use his own to relieve that pressure. His hand began to pull at his erect cock, desperate for release even at Seifer’s expense.

“Stop that.” Seifer reprimanded, grabbing an old tube of lube from under his deck of cards. “I get to decide when you come.”

A shiver ran down Squall’s spine, being so totally of Seifer’s mercy like this was better than anything he could have come up with. His notebook was starting to look less and less perverse as Seifer’s own fantasies took control.

A demanding finger slid inside him, followed closely by a second. “Have you done this before?” Seifer asked, his lips grazing against Squall’s ear as he whispered. “I’m gonna bet you’re a virgin…right? First time?”

Squall nodded in reply. “Yeah.”

“Been waiting for me, Leonheart?” Seifer teased, introducing a third finger, while his other hand kept his dick nice and hard with small strokes

Squall’s hips began to follow Seifer’s movement, trying to get as much friction as possible.

“Why me? Do you just like being screwed by a guy who picks on you? Is that what it takes to get you off?” Seifer wasn’t just enjoying this; he was damn well loving it. “Tell me.”

Squall grunted with slight pain as a fourth finger eased inside him, stretching him out. “I don’t know.”

“I think you do. I think you wanna be fucked by someone who can make you beg. Am I right?” Seifer urged him. When he got no answer, Seifer began to fuck Squall just that little bit harder. “Answer me.”

“Yes! Alright…yes.” Squall hissed. “Bastard.”

Seifer smirked and removed his fingers, placing his cock at the entrance. “Damn right.” It was by no means violent, but Seifer was not exactly gentle about the way he forced his cock into Squall’s virgin ass. The initial pain caused Squall to cry out, his ability to stand being compromised by his loss control.

Seifer held him close as he fucked him, his hand running though Squall’s hair, pulling his head back occasionally to assert some measure of dominance. “Is this how you imagined it, Leonheart? No hearts and flowers from me you know.”

Squall couldn’t speak, he was far too preoccupied with his desperate hard on and the giant cock in his ass.

“You wanna come? Want me to help you out there?” Seifer was teasing again. Old habits…

“Please…” Squall managed to grind out, gasping as a talented hand began to jerk him off. “Seifer…”

“You know, I’m surprised you even remember my name. All those times you ignored me. Can’t ignore me now, can you?”

Squall grunted as Seifer slammed into him. “That hurt.”

“Good.” Seifer smiled, kissing and biting his neck once more, enjoying the feel of Squall’s moans on his lips. “I’m gonna cum so hard in your ass. You’re never gonna ignore me again.”

“Didn’t know…you…cared…so much.” It was Squall’s turn to smirk.

“Watch your mouth, or I’ll find better uses for it.” Seifer scolded, grasping Squall’s hair and pulling his head back. “Fuck…” The last few thrusts grew particularly over-zealous and by the time he’d come, Squall had lost all ability to stand. Both men satisfied, Seifer broke away and left Squall to fall to his knees.

“Already? My, you’re eager.” Seifer mocked.

Squall struggled to his feet and replaced his clothing silently, trying to process what had just happened.

“Guess your little fantasies came true, Leonheart.” Seifer mused as he lay on his bed, not bothered by his own nudity. “Do I get a thank you?”

Squall raised an eyebrow, but didn’t reply. He simply grabbed his notebook and headed towards the door. Just before he slipped out of sight, he paused, not looking back. “We have detention this afternoon.”

Seifer grinned. “I might actually be looking forward to it.”

Squall concealed his own excitement and walked away. “See you there.”


The End.