Life Begins at Thirty
Chapter 4
By Miss Dincht
Chapter Four Yaoi. Fan fiction. Seifer Almasy. Squall Leonhart. Lemon.
This chapter contains graphic sex and foul language. You have been warned.
Thanks for everyone who gave me feedback on this story. I really appreciate it. I really needed a lot of help with this one because it has taken a lot out of me for some reason. I don't think I've ever wrote any fan fiction that was this long. Anyway, I hope you like this. I was trying to make this sort of romantic as opposed to just wild sex, but I don't know if it worked. It's kind of hard to be romantic when you say cock.
See Ya!!!!
****Please take note that I've combined some of the chapters from how they were originally arranged.****
Life Begins at Thirty
Chapter 4
By Miss Dincht
Before Squall even knew what happened, Seifer was all over him, and the passion - filled brunette could have just died. All the pent up lust and desire that he’d been feeling for Seifer suddenly seemed like a raging demon within him, a demon that could only be satiated by Seifer’s touch. Squall felt himself melting into those strong hands as they roamed over his body. Seifer’s arms wrapped tightly around him as the blonde’s lovely lips devoured his own. Squall had never been kissed so deeply or so passionately. He whimpered softly into the kiss and clutched desperately at Seifer’s broad shoulders.
Without breaking the kiss, Seifer began to push Squall out of the living room and down the hallway toward the bedroom. Squall stumbled backward on weakened legs, and Seifer hoisted him up from the ground. Squall wrapped his slim legs around Seifer’s waist and pulled his slender fingers through the blonde’s short, thick hair. The brunette whimpered softly when the kiss was broken and he was thrown down somewhat roughly on the bed. Squall, who was now flush with passion and breathing heavily, looked up at the grinning blonde and watched through heavy lashes as Seifer removed his shirt and pants.
"Don’t look at me like that." Seifer said as he began to remove his boxers. "Not if you want me to be gentle."
Squall's body had been pulsing with need since the moment Seifer walked through the door, but his erection grew almost painful at the promise in Seifer’s words. When Seifer was completely naked and Squall saw the large, erect member that protruded from between the blonde’s muscular thighs his mind nearly went into overload. Squall removed his clothing with abandon, tossing the hundred Gil shirt and three hundred Gil leather pants carelessly on the floor.
Seifer moved onto the bed, and Squall moved back until his head was near the pillows. Seifer smiled and began to stalk toward him on all fours like a cat. Squall licked his lips and moaned softly as Seifer got closer, the promise in Seifer's sparkling eyes making his flesh burn with anticipation. The brunette leaned his head back against the pillows and opened himself to Seifer completely.
Seifer rose to his knees and looked down on the writhing brunette. He slid his rough hands over Squall's quivering thighs, up his sides, and along the planes of his toned chest. Squall closed his eyes and arched his back. The need in him was so great he could have cried in frustration.
Seifer grinned as his fingers played over Squall's rosy nipples. "How'd I know you'd prefer to be on the bottom. Hyne, Squall, what I’m gonna do to that pretty little ass of yours." He said.
Squall moaned. "Please…" he said softly.
"You sure you really want to give it to me, Squall? You were right to hold back all these years, you know. 'Cuz if you let me in, you won't ever be able to let me go." Seifer said.
"I don't care." Squall whispered.
Seifer smirked and slowly lowered his body on top of Squall's.
Squall moaned softly and wrapped his arms tightly around Seifer’s neck. He reveled in the feeling of the blonde’s beautiful skin against his own, and when Seifer’s solid organ brushed against his own pulsing erection he felt like crying out to the heavens. Seifer grabbed Squall’s legs and pushed them open as far as they would go. The blonde stroked Squall's thighs as he kissed the smaller man’s neck, and the panting brunette tightened his grip around Seifer’s shoulders. Seifer drew Squall into a kiss, and Squall closed his eyes tightly.
They kissed softly at first, Squall sighing every time Seifer’s lips touched his, but soon Seifer deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue into Squall’s mouth. Seifer sucked on the brunette's lips gently and Squall wrapped his legs around Seifer's waist. Seifer seemed so experienced when it came to what they were doing, every single thing the blonde did delighted Squall, and although Squall wasn't a virgin as far as women were concerned, he knew nothing about sex with another man. He'd dreamt about it, for years, but the truth of it was far more intense than even his most heated imaginings; Especially since he was sharing the experience with Seifer. He’d never thought anything could feel so good, so right. Squall wondered if he was going to be able to keep up with the older man.
Seifer slowly reached between their heated bodies and pressed his fingers against the tiny opening between Squall’s legs. Squall moaned softly and he felt Seifer smile against his cheek. Seifer pressed at the opening again and Squall bit his moistened bottom lip. The brunette cried out softly and clung to the blonde tightly as two fingers slipped into him.
"Oh, fuck…." Squall whispered. "Oh, Seifer, ah…..oh….."
It hurt a lot, but Squall didn't want Seifer to stop. He was somewhat used to pain anyway, but this was a new sensation, unlike anything he'd ever known.
"Fuck yeah…." Seifer breathed against his cheek. "That's just how I like it. Nice and tight. We're gonna need some lubrication, Squally Boy."
"Lubrication?" Squall asked, his breath heavy. "I don't….have any."
"You got somethin' we can use." He said.
Seifer reached over into Squall's nightstand and fished around in one of the drawers. He pulled out a small jar of Vaseline.
"Oh, yeah, this’ll work." Seifer said.
Seifer leaned up on his elbows as he opened the jar and submerged two of his long fingers in the thick jelly. Squall closed his eyes when he felt Seifer’s fingers once again probe his opening. He whimpered slightly when Seifer’s fingers slipped into him, but the pain was only half as bad as it had been the first time. Seifer worked his fingers in a circular motion while simultaneously drawing Squall’s attention away from the pain by kissing him. Squall sighed heavily into the kiss, the combination of Seifer’s lips on him and fingers deep within him making him feel euphoric. Squall whimpered when Seifer pulled away from his lips. He watched as Seifer rose to kneel between his legs. Seifer lifted Squall’s legs, draping one slim limb over each of his shoulders. Seifer smeared the rest of the Vaseline onto his twitching cock until the stiff flesh was saturated to his liking. Squall gazed at the hard, drooling organ hungrily. He couldn't fathom how it was going to fit into his body, but he was more than willing to let Seifer try.
Seifer leaned over him, one hand on each side of his head. The blonde looked down at him and smirked as he guided the head of his tool into the lubricated opening. A sound of distress escaped Squall’s lips.
Seifer laughed. "Shit, Squall, relax. Hyne. You can take it." he said.
Squall nodded, but his body refused to obey. He could feel the muscles of his anus tightening, refusing to allow the penetration. Seifer cursed and began to push into him with just a little more force. Squall’s mouth dropped open and he clutched at the sheets. He could feel his body stretching to accommodate Seifer’s immense organ, and the pain was intense, but there was enough pleasure in the act to take some of the edge off the pain. Squall’s eyelashes fluttered as Seifer’s manhood filled him completely.
"Good boy." Seifer said.
He leaned down and drew Squall into another deep kiss. As their tongues moved languidly against each other, Seifer started to thrust slowly in and out of Squall’s moist passage. Squall’s anus tightened instinctively around Seifer’s meat, and the blonde uttered a hoarse, strangled sound against Squall's slick lips. Seifer began to move faster, and Squall cried out at the intense sensations that emanated from the place between his legs where Seifer impaled him. He buried his face in Seifer’s shoulder and hung on to the blonde's arms tightly. Seifer’s cock was working magic, moving within his body as though it had a mind and will of its own. Squall began to raise his hips to meet Seifer’s thrusts. Seifer moaned and slid his arms beneath Squall’s back in response. The blonde clutched Squall’s ass, trying his hardest to go as deep into Squall’s body as was humanly possible.
Squall’s cries grew even louder and more frantic when the hardened flesh of Seifer’s member began to strike a sweet spot he didn't even know he had. Squall squirmed beneath the blonde, his legs flailing wildly. The brunette was so wrapped up in the overwhelming pleasure that had consumed him, he was oblivious to the fact that his squirming was making Seifer crazy. The more the lovely brunette squirmed and rolled his hips, the faster the blonde needed to pound into him. Squall soon started to wail, and he hadn't the slightest idea that the sweet sounds were making Seifer dizzy with delight. Seifer grabbed Squall’s sweat-drenched thighs and pushed them back against the sheets. The blonde began slamming into Squall, spurred on by both the heavenly feel of Squall’s flesh around his rock-hard member and Squall’s reckless cries. He worked Squall’s body furiously, pounding into the smaller man's flesh ferociously, burying his cock deeply with every penetration.
"Fuck!" Seifer shouted.
Squall mewled when he felt Seifer’s callused hand tug roughly on his genitals. Seifer created a tight fist around Squall’s leaking organ and with but a few pumps from the blonde’s fist, Squall came. The brunette arched his back and wailed loudly as white liquid spilled from his body to coat his stomach. Squall stared at the ceiling as bright flashes of color danced before his eyes. He never, ever imagined that such a feeling existed, and he wanted it to last forever.
Seifer was still pounding into him. Squall looked up at Seifer through tear – filled eyes and was utterly enchanted by the sheer joy that danced across every line and angle of the blonde’s face. Seifer’s eyelids fluttered, and his grip on Squall’s thighs tightened so much that Squall cried out. Seifer’s body grew stiff, his stomach muscles tightening painfully as the orgasm began to wrack his body. Squall moaned and closed his eyes when he felt hot liquid explode into his passage. Seifer collapsed on top of Squall and buried his face in the brunette’s neck. Squall kissed the top of Seifer’s golden head and closed his eyes. Several minutes later Seifer withdrew from his body and rolled over on his back. Squall immediately curled up next to the blonde and rested his head and Seifer's smooth, muscular chest. He felt Seifer's fingers move through his hair.
"Hyne, Squall, that was the best fuck I've ever had, but then I knew it would be."
"It was…..beyond words." Squall whispered as he snuggled closer to Seifer's body. "It was more than what I imagined it would be.
"Oh, yeah, that's for sure." Seifer said. He yawned.
"Seifer?"
"Yeah?"
"Is…is, I mean, is that guy, Nikki, is he…" Squall began.
"What?" Seifer said. Squall knew he was smiling.
Squall pouted and lifted up onto his elbow. He looked at the grinning blonde and frowned. "What's so funny, Seifer?" he demanded.
Seifer's grin didn't falter. "You. This whole situation." He said.
"I'm not laughing." Squall said. "I'm serious. I need to know if you have anyone."
"And if I told you yes?" Seifer said.
"Then they would have to go." Squall said.
Seifer laughed.
"Seriously, Seifer, are you in another relationship? Do you have someone? Is there still room for me? I really do need to know." Squall said. He moved his slender fingers along Seifer's jaw.
"And if I told you no." Seifer said.
"Don't play with me." Squall said. He snatched at the covers and climbed under them, making sure he left none for Seifer.
Seifer cursed and reached for the covers. Squall pulled at them until he had them all wrapped securely around his body. Seifer laughed as he tore at the coverings in an effort to get a the prize hidden within them. He pounced on top of Squall and snatched the coverings off of the laughing brunette. When Squall was completely free of the coverings Seifer climbed on top of him. He leaned his head forward and began to suck on Squall's lips. Squall turned his face.
"I mean it Seifer, don't play games with me." Squall said.
"But I like to play." Seifer said as his lips sought out Squall's
Squall pushed at Seifer's chest. "You said the same, and I promised that I would be honest with you, so I'd appreciate it if you were honest with me." He said.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Right now I want to fuck you." Seifer said.
Although he tried, Squall was unable to resist Seifer's eloquent words. They made love several times that night, but eventually Squall was worn out and Seifer let the brunette sleep.
Squall woke the following morning feeling better than he had in years. He stretched languidly and rolled over onto his back. Seifer turned on his side and looked over at the brunette. Squall grinned and looked over at Seifer beneath lowered lashes. A smile spread across his face and warmth settled over his heart. Squall wanted to jump out of bed, run through the apartment, and scream for joy at the top of his lungs. He probably would have done it too if not for the pain in his lower back and the ache in his legs. Squall hadn’t expected to wake up next to his angel. He’d actually thought that he might wake up alone, and that Seifer would have left him.
Squall turned onto his side, with some effort considering his back, and stared at the green – eyed blonde. Neither he nor Seifer said a word, but Squall suspected that his feelings were marked plainly on his face. Squall didn’t care either, and he didn’t care that he couldn’t tell what Seifer was thinking or feeling. He was in love with Seifer, and it made him feel good. It made him happy, consequences be damned, because he was finally free. Squall couldn’t remember ever feeling so free, and it almost seemed like the angry, often jealous, boy he had been so long ago had never existed. He felt like he'd been reborn in a sense.
"What’s that saying?" Squall said as he toyed with one of Seifer's blonde locks.
"What saying?" Seifer said. He placed his hand on Squall’s exposed hip.
"You know, life begins at thirty." Squall said.
Seifer grinned. "I think that’s fifty." He said. "Or is it sixty?"
Squall sighed and shrugged. "I don’t know, but I feel so nice today." He said. He smiled and leaned back against the pillow.
"Why are you grinning, Leonhart? I was that good, huh?" Seifer said.
"You were that good." Squall said.
Seifer nodded.
"Now will you answer my question?" Squall said as he gazed up at the handsome blonde.
"Depends." Seifer said.
"Are you involved with anyone?" Squall said.
"What do you mean by involved, Leonhart?" Seifer said.
"You know what I mean." Squall said.
"I’ve gotta a lot of friends." Seifer said. "Does that answer your question?"
"No." Squall said. "I mean are you serious with anyone?"
"I’m never serious." Seifer said.
Squall pouted. "I want a relationship with you." Squall said.
"We have a relationship." Seifer said.
"I want to marry you. I want to be with you until I die." Squall said.
Seifer grinned. "I’m not the marrying type." He said.
"So are you saying no?" Squall said.
"Yeah, that’s pretty much what I’m saying." Seifer said. He rolled over onto his back and put his hands behind his head.
Squall leaned up on his elbow. "Why?" he asked.
"I told you, Leonhart. I like being single." Seifer said.
"Why are you being such a bastard? You know we should be together." Squall said.
"’Cuz that’s who I am. You know that." Seifer said.
Squall closed his eyes. "Get out." He said.
He heard Seifer laugh. "No." the blonde said.
Squall sat up and pushed at the heavier man. "I want you out!" he cried.
Seifer sat up. He leaned into Squall and grinned. "Hell no." he said.
"Leave now!" Squall said.
"No." Seifer said softly. He wrapped his arms around Squall’s slender waist and pulled the small brunette close.
"Yes." Squall said. He pushed at Seifer’s chest.
"No." Seifer said before placing a soft kiss on Squall’s neck.
Squall shivered. "Yes." He whispered.
"No." Seifer said. He gently pushed Squall back against the pillows.
"Yes." Squall breathed softly.
Seifer gently turned Squall over so that the brunette was face down on the bed. Squall whimpered softly when he felt Seifer’s rough hand move down his back and over the curve of his rounded bottom. Squall closed his eyes and clutched at the pillow. He wiggled his bottom slightly and Seifer uttered a sound of appreciation. Squall jumped slightly when Seifer smacked his ass then squeezed one plump mound.
"Damn that ass is fine." Seifer said.
Seifer slapped Squall’s bottom once more and Squall shivered with delight. He gasped and clutched tightly at the pillow when two of Seifer’s fingers slid into the tight entrance to his body. He moaned loudly as Seifer digits began to stroke and massage the slick walls of his passage. There was some pain – Seifer had worked his body so hard last night – but Squall didn't care. He wanted Seifer inside him so badly, and he didn’t hesitate to tell the blonde.
"I need you inside me." Squall whispered.
"You got it." Seifer said.
Seifer climbed on top of Squall, one leg on either side of the brunette’s body. He placed his hands next to Squall’s head and Squall immediately placed his hands on top of Seifer's. Their fingers locked as the blonde pushed his hard member into Squall’s tight entrance. Squall whimpered loudly and buried his face in the pillow as Seifer’s cock slid deep into his body. Seifer began to thrust into him firmly with long, deep strokes. Squall moaned with abandon, not caring if someone happened to hear it, as Seifer's cock continued to drive into him again and again. It felt so good to have Seifer so deep inside him, and Squall reveled in the pleasurable sensations that moved throughout his body.
With each stab of Seifer's cock Squall felt himself moving closer and closer to the edge, but just when it seemed he'd go over it Seifer would slow the pace, causing Squall's body linger just on the edge, but not giving him enough to go over it. It was the best kind of torture, and by the time Seifer was done Squall was begging for release. Seifer relished every moment of the blissful torture and he delayed their release for as long as he was able, but in the end, Squall's tight passage wrung the orgasm from him violently and milked his cock dry.
Seifer gently pulled out of the Squall's body and collapsed on the bed beside the brunette. Squall moved close to Seifer and rested his head on the blonde's chest.
"Now, get up. Make me some breakfast." Seifer said.
"What?!" Squall cried. His looked up at the blonde, eyes narrowed.
Seifer pushed him. "You heard me. I want somethin' to eat." He said.
Squall sighed and shook his head. "Like what?" he said.
"You got ham?" Seifer said.
"Yes."
"You got bacon?"
"Yes."
"Eggs?"
"Yes."
"Toast?"
"Yes."
"Then you're all set." Seifer said.
Squall grabbed a pillow and slammed it on Seifer's head.
"Shit, Squall, fine. We can go out to eat." Seifer said. He snatched the pillow out of Squall's hand and wrapped his arms about the brunette's waist.
"Let's take a shower." Seifer said.
Squall grinned. "Alright." He said.
"Think you can walk?" Seifer said.
"Whatever. Why don't you carry me?" Squall said.
Seifer threw the covers back and slid out of bed. He lifted Squall from the bed and tossed the wiggling brunette over his shoulder. Squall squealed with delight as Seifer carried him out of the bedroom. When Seifer reached the bathroom he dropped Squall to his feet and immediately started to ravish the beautiful brunette. Squall sighed and clung to Seifer fiercely as the big blonde kissed and caressed his heated body.
"Damn I can't get enough of you." Seifer breathed into his ear.
Squall shivered and tightened his arms around Seifer's neck. "Good." He whispered.
"We won't get anything done if we keep this up." Seifer said. He rubbed his erection against Squall's.
"I don't mind." Squall said breathlessly as he ran his fingers through Seifer's hair.
The two men kissed passionately.
A moment later the blissful scene was interrupted by a loud, forceful knock at the front door.
Squall instantly stilled. He pulled his lips from Seifer's, but the blonde simply moved on to other parts of Squall's body.
"Seifer, stop. Did you hear that?" Squall whispered.
There was another knock, louder this time.
"Yeah, I heard it." Seifer said. "Don't answer it."
Another knock.
"Who could it be?" Squall said.
Seifer shrugged and continued to suck at the skin on Squall's neck.
"I have to answer that." Squall said.
"Hell no." Seifer said.
Squall laughed. "Seifer. Let me at least go see who it is." he said.
Seifer released him and stood back. "Fine. I'll just start without you." He said.
As Seifer leaned over the bathtub to turn on the shower, Squall opened the door and gingerly stepped out into the shadowed hallway. Whoever it was, was still there, knocking rather loudly on the door. Squall wondered if he should even bother answering it. He wasn't expecting anyone, especially not this early in the morning. He contemplated going back in the bathroom to join Seifer, but his curiosity got the best of him. Squall walked quietly through the living room and stopped before the door. He heard what sounded like the rustling of papers. Squall leaned forward and looked through the peephole. The icy claws of fear clutched at his heart and froze him to the spot.
"Rinoa!!!!" Squall gasped. "Oh, no, but she said she wasn't coming until Monday!"
Rinoa banged on the door again. "I know you're in there, Squall! Open the door this instant!" she called out loudly.
Squall turned from the door and sprinted back into the bathroom. Seifer was already in the shower and he was singling. Loudly. Squall ripped back the shower curtain and grabbed Seifer's arm.
"What the fuck are you doin', Leonhart?" Seifer growled.
Squall jumped up and down frantically. He tried to pull Seifer out of the shower, but the large blonde didn't budge an inch. "Rinoa's here!" Squall cried.
A wide grin spread across Seifer's face. "So. Let her in." Seifer said.
"I think she has Riley with her!" Squall cried.
There was another extremely loud knock at the door. Both young men turned toward the sound.
"Shit. Since when did she get so fucking strong? She's gonna break it down if she keeps knocking like that." Seifer said.
"Please, Seifer! Now! Get out of there and put some clothes on!!" Squall cried.
Seifer opened his mouth to speak, but Squall didn't even bother to wait for Seifer's response. He dashed out of the bathroom and ran back into his bedroom to find his clothes. As Squall searched frantically for something to put on that would not offend his wife's sensibilities, he considered how it was just like Rinoa to come by at the most inopportune time. Of course, he was eager to see his son, but he wished Rinoa could have at least called him first. That would have given him enough time to get Seifer out of the apartment. Squall could have screamed he was so mad, but he was far more frightened than he was angry. If Rinoa got angry when she saw Seifer then Squall knew there would be serious repercussions.
"Where are my clothes?" Seifer said as he strolled leisurely back into the bedroom.
Squall turned on him angrily. He suddenly found Seifer's nudity highly offensive. "Why are you still nude?" he cried.
Seifer simply shrugged. "Where are my clothes?" he asked.
Squall searched desperately through the tangle of sheets and clothing on the floor and managed to locate Seifer's pants, but the red shirt the blonde had been wearing last night was no where to be found. Seifer slid into the black pants as Squall wrenched open the closet door and searched for a shirt that Seifer could wear. After several more moments of frantic searching, Squall tossed a large, white T - shirt at the blonde and waited impatiently for Seifer to put it on. When Seifer didn't get it on as quickly as Squall would have liked the brunette took over the task, slapping Seifer's hands away, and yanked the shirt roughly over the blonde's head.
"Shit, Squall! Be careful!" Seifer growled.
Squall looked Seifer over and was definitely not pleased by what he saw. "You look like a scumbag." The brunette said. "Why did you have to wear those pants?!" He tugged on them roughly and tried to adjust them more to his liking.
"Look who's talking. Shit, Squall! Watch it! I can do it myself." Seifer said.
"Then hurry up! Why are you moving so slow? I have to get you out of here." Squall said as he pushed Seifer out into the hallway. He shut the bedroom door tightly behind them.
"What's the fucking point? She's gonna see me if I walk out the front door." Seifer said.
"Then jump over the balcony! It really isn't that far down!" Squall cried. He began to push Seifer down the hallway.
"Are you fucking crazy!?" Seifer yelled.
"Hyne!" Squall cried as he raised his arms to the Heavens. "Why did she have to come here now?!"
Seifer grabbed Squall's shoulders and shook the brunette somewhat roughly. "Squall, calm down. Just calm the fuck down. Go open the door before she breaks it down. I'll sit here, real nice like, and I won't cause any trouble, I promise." He said.
Squall sighed heavily. "But, Seifer, if she sees you…." He sobbed.
Seifer held Squall gently. "Just open the door, Squall. I'll be here." He said.
Squall sighed again and nodded. He moved slowly toward the door and clutched the doorknob. He glanced over at Seifer. The blonde smiled and dropped down on the couch. Squall closed his eyes and opened the door. He was surprisingly calm when confronted his ex - wife, Rinoa Heartilly - Leonhart. His relaxed demeanor was in direct contrast to his earlier behavior, but then Squall had never been one to falter in the face of an enemy. Behind closed doors was another matter. It bothered Squall that he had to think of his former wife, lover, sister, and friend as an enemy, but that was the only way to describe the relationship that had developed between him and his Ex. They had, in almost every sense of the word, become enemies, and since their divorce every meeting between the two had the potential to develop into a full - scale war.
Rinoa looked as beautiful as always. She was quite lovely in an expensive black, tailored suit, black stockings, and black heels. Her glossy black hair was pulled up into a loose bun, and her makeup was perfectly done. She had definitely been taking care of herself, and she was obviously dressed for some important meeting. For the last seven years Rinoa had been working for an organization that gave assistance to women who had gone through the pain of losing their Sorceress powers, and she was constantly on the go. She was holding a folder in her hand and a leather purse was draped over one shoulder. She was the epitome of elegance.
"Hello, Rinoa. You look well." Squall said. "Where's Riley?" Squall leaned forward to look out into the hallway, but Rinoa was blocking his view.
"Is he here?" Squall asked.
Rinoa said nothing. She simply glared at her ex - husband as she stepped into the apartment. She opened her mouth to speak, but then noticed Seifer sitting on the couch. Her brown eyes widened, then narrowed as he mouth clamped shut.
"Hi, Rinoa." Seifer said.
"Seifer." Rinoa ground out through clenched teeth.
Squall thought he heard Seifer chuckle, but he didn't dare turn around to look at the blonde. He was walking on eggshells as it was, and he didn't want to give Rinoa any more of an advantage than she already had. Rinoa stared at Seifer for a long time then turned and glared at her ex - husband. She had a look on her face that would have withered a lesser man, but despite the pang of guilt Squall felt, he met her eyes with a steady gaze. Rinoa cleared her throat.
"Riley. Come here, honey." She said.
The skinny, little sable - haired eleven - year - old in the green, yellow, and white striped shirt and the baggy, ripped blue - jeans and the white and black Chuck Taylor sneakers walked slowly into the apartment. Squall reached for the child immediately, but the small boy avoided the grasping arms and moved close to his mother. Squall felt as though his heart would break into a million pieces. He looked at his son, a plea in the pained expression on his face, but the youth looked down at his sneakers.
Rinoa looked down at Riley and smiled. She gently raked her red - lacquered nails through the boy's thick hair. "I have to go now honey, okay? Your dad's going to take care of you today." She said.
"But I want to go with you." Riley said.
"I know honey, but mommy has a few errands to run. I'll come and get you tonight, okay sweetie?" she said.
Riley nodded his shaggy head. "Okay." He said. "I left my backpack in the hall."
"I'll get it, honey." Rinoa said. She looked up at Squall. "I need to talk to you, Squall. Alone."
Squall sighed and nodded, not even meeting her gaze. His attention was focused solely on his son, who hadn't once looked at him. Squall was hurt, but that hurt didn't even compare with the anger he was feeling. Squall walked out into the hallway and Rinoa followed, shutting the front door behind her.
"What is he doing here?" Rinoa asked.
"He's visiting. That's all." Squall said.
"Do you really expect me to believe that? I'm not stupid. I see what's going on here. We've been divorced for less than six months and you're already jumping in and out of bed with any thing you find off the street." Rinoa said. "I heard all about Seifer and his filthy lifestyle. You know Zell can never keep his mouth shut."
Squall shook his head. "What I do with my friends is none of your business." Squall said.
"Since when was Seifer your friend? And it is my business because I refuse to let my son be around a man like Seifer." She said.
"What do you know about Seifer?" Squall said.
"I dated him, remember?" she said.
"Whatever, that was years ago. He's changed since then, we've all changed." Squall said.
"Ill say, because you certainly aren't the man that I fell in love with." Rinoa said.
"Oh, but I am, I just was afraid to admit who I was." Squall said.
Rinoa folded her arms over her chest and shook her head. "After all we've gone through, and you do this." She said.
"We've been over this before, Rinoa. Did you really want me to keep pretending? Would you have wanted me to keep lying to you? To our son?" Squall said.
"I can't believe that this is really the way you want to live your life." Rinoa said.
"It is, and if you can't except it then fine, but I won't let you keep my son from me. I'll fight you on that Rinoa, I swear it." Squall said.
Rinoa's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing.
"Look. I'll work with you Rinoa, but only if you're willing to work with me." Squall said.
Rinoa sighed. "I'll be by to get him later this evening." She said finally.
Squall nodded.
Rinoa reached into her purse and pulled out a small card. "I'll be at my lawyer's all day. Here's the number." She said.
Squall took the card.
"This isn't finished, you know." Rinoa said.
"I know." Squall said.
Rinoa turned and walked down the hall. Squall exhaled loudly and leaned against the wall for support as he watched her leave. Although Rinoa's Sorceress powers had faded long ago, she still had the power to drain the life out of him. Squall couldn't believe that she was still so bitter, but he tried to see it from her point of view.
Squall could understand why she was angry, but even if he had been in her place, even if he had been as angry as she was about the divorce, he would have handled the situation with more poise and maturity. But then, Rinoa had never been a mature woman, even after becoming a mother, and in many ways she was still a foolish, spoiled little rich girl. Squall would never have treated Rinoa the way she had been treating him, and he certainly wouldn't have used a child, his child, to make her life miserable. Squall remembered how Riley had so easily avoided his touch, and he felt a pain in his heart. All he could do was hope that he hadn't lost his son completely. He grabbed his son's backpack from the floor and headed back into the apartment.
Riley was sitting on the couch watching Seifer intently. Seifer was reading a newspaper. Neither one of them noticed that Squall had returned. Seifer completely ignored the boy, but Riley seemed especially interested in the big blonde man sitting on the opposite end of the couch, and that was understandable since Riley had never met Seifer. He'd only heard about Seifer from family and friends.
"You were the Sorceress Knight." Riley said.
Seifer lowered the newspaper and glanced over at the small boy, one golden eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, kid, I was the Sorceress Knight. So? What are you gonna do about it?" Seifer said.
"I heard lots of stories about you." Riley said.
"Oh, yeah. What did you hear?" Seifer said.
"My mom said you were forced to be a Knight by Ultimecia because you were weak. My mom said you tried to kill her after you went crazy under the influence of the Sorceress." Riley said.
Seifer cleared his throat. "I'm kinda sorry I didn't." He mumbled.
"Hunh?" Riley said.
"Uh, nothing." Seifer said. A sheepish grin spread across his face.
"My mom said you tried to kill everybody." Riley said.
"That was a long time ago, kid. Why'd you go bringin' that up?" Seifer said.
"Sometimes me and the kids at school pretend to be a Sorceress Knight, but the teachers don't like us to play that game." Riley said.
"And? What's your point?"
"My mom said you and…..Squall used to fight all the time. She said you tried to kill him too." Riley said.
"Yeah, well…times change, kid." Seifer said.
"I know. Mom told me that you and my da - I mean Squall - are real close now." He said.
Seifer winced and jumped up from the couch. "Ah, Squall, could you, you know, like, come get this kid, or something?" He said.
Squall placed Riley's backpack near the door. He slowly walked over to the loveseat and sat down. Riley immediately withdrew, and Squall could actually feel Riley shutting down, closing himself off, just as Squall himself used to do. Riley ignored Squall completely as he leaned over the arm of the couch and began to pick at the fabric.
"Riley? Riley? Son, how are you?" Squall asked.
Riley was quiet.
Squall cleared his throat and tried to keep his eyes from watering. He'd noticed that Riley was calling him by his first name, and that hurt him terribly. Riley had always called him dad, or papa. He couldn't believe his son was being so cold. It was so unlike Riley to act that way. "I missed you so much. I was thinking about you this entire time." Squall said.
Riley didn't respond.
"How are things at school? Have you made any new friends?"
Riley continued to pick at the fabric on the sofa.
"You should see all of the cool things I have for you. You're bedroom is great. I really think you'll like it." Squall said.
Riley shrugged.
Squall sighed. "Riley, I……"
Riley got up before Squall could finish. He went over to the door and sat down in front of his backpack. He opened it and began to rummage through the things inside.
Squall sighed and looked at Seifer. Seifer got up and then sat next to Squall in the loveseat. Squall leaned onto Seifer's shoulder and clutched the blonde's hand tightly. Seifer's presence was a great comfort to him, but he still couldn't keep the tears from falling. Seifer rubbed his shoulder.
"We need to lighten the mood a bit, Squall Boy. You need some fresh air in your system. Let's take the kid out for something to eat." Seifer said.
"Why won't he talk to me?" Squall said.
Seifer held Squall close. "He'll come around, Squall. Give him a little time." He said.
Squall was silent.
"Look, I know what. Call Irvine. We'll take the kid to Timber World. He'll like that." Seifer said.
Squall sighed heavily.
"C'mon, Squall. We can all have a little fun." Seifer said.
Squall shook his head.
Seifer turned to look at Riley. "Hey, kid!?" he called.
"Yeah?" Riley called back.
"Get your shit. We're goin' to Timber World." Seifer said.
"Seifer!" Squall cried.
"What?!" Seifer said.
***Chapter Five will now be the new updated chapter.****
Chapter 3 and 4 have been combined. So have what was formerly 5, 6, and 7. They have been combined to make up chap. 4. Sorry for the inconvenience, but I'm always revising stuff.