Rent Boy
Part Three
By Miss Dincht
Who: Seifer and Squall [Who else?] Squall gets to abuse Seifer for a change. Seifer is going to be a more balanced personality in this one, but the temper will still be there, just not as much bravado. Seifer can be a nice guy too. It's a change and a challenge. He's always so mean and conceited in all my other fics. Squall is 17, as in the game, and Seifer is slightly older than that, but not by much.
What: Yaoi fan fiction using characters from Squaresoft's Final Fantasy 8. Alternate Universe fic.
When: Eh, the present.
Where: Alternate Universe [our own, maybe, heh.] Big Urban City [ New York maybe].
Why: This fulfills a request for Dunsinane.
How: Pains shot up my arm!
Rent Boy
Part Three
By Miss Dincht
By five after Midnight, the lights in the front room had been dimmed and Zell and Irvine had finished cleaning up the tattoo parlor. They were lounging on one of the leather couches in the front room, watching television and passing a joint between them. Seifer had gone into to the back room to get his coat and keys. Zell and Irvine had cleaned up after him and put his things back at his station, but Seifer double checked to make sure that everything had been put back in its place or disposed of properly. Seifer hurriedly slipped into his black trench coat and went around to each station to turn off the lights.
"So did you talk to him?" Irvine said.
Seifer turned to look at the auburn - haired man and grabbed another cigarette from the pack in his pocket. "Yeah, I talked to him." Seifer said. He walked up the steps, past Irvine, and into the front room.
Irvine followed. "You know he's a whore, right?" he said.
Seifer halted, but didn't turn around. "You know him?" he said.
"Hell no. Just seen him around. I'm just letting you know, man." Irvine said.
Seifer nodded.
Irvine came up beside him and slapped him on the shoulder. "Fuck him. He's not worth it. So, you comin' with us?" he said.
Seifer headed for the front door, smacking Zell in the head as he went past. The little blonde jumped up off of the couch and followed the other two young men toward the front door.
"What?" Seifer said. He stepped outside and Irvine followed.
"We still going down to Harry's or what?" Irvine said.
Zell stumbled out of the door, and Seifer turned around to lock it. "Nah. I'm gonna go home and turn in. Kinda tired." Seifer said.
Irvine looked at Seifer a minute, an odd look on his face, then he shrugged. "Whatever, man. C'mon Zell." Irvine said as he put an arm around Zell's shoulder. "Let's go get us some ladies and get you liquored up."
"I'm already high." Zell said.
"You can never get too high." Irvine said.
Zell chuckled. "See ya, Bro." he said.
"Don't keep him out to late." Seifer said to Irvine.
"Nah." Irvine said. "I'll bet he gets home before you do."
Seifer didn't respond to Irvine's jibe. He stood and watched as his brother and best - friend walked down the street toward Irvine's red muscle car. He waited a few minutes, wondering if he should just forget the whole thing and go off with his boys, then he simply turned and headed down the opposite side of the street toward his truck. Seifer clicked the alarm on his keys and the red lights on the back of the big, black Landcruiser blinked. Seifer cursed when he noticed the ticket on the windshield, and he grabbed the thing as he headed around the front of the car. He tossed his stuff, and the ticket, into the back seat of the car and climbed into the driver's side of the vehicle. He jammed the key into the ignition, started the vehicle and guided it out of the space. He had already decided where he was going.
Cid's was just a few blocks down the street. It wasn't exactly visible from the main avenue, but was situated on one of the side streets, on a block where most of the buildings were abandoned or might as well have been. There were a few other clubs down there, a few take - out restaurants, and a few all - night convent stores. There were always a multitude of people hanging around on the long strip, most of them men, a lot of them the worst kind of men: druggies, pimps, and lecherous business men who could never look anyone in the eye. Seifer was no angel, and he had done a lot of shit in his time - he had been to various strip clubs around the city himself - but Captain Cid's was the worst sort of place. It was a hell hole basically, a magnet for all sorts of little lost boys, angels who had lost their way and fallen too far for anyone to reach.
Seifer had only been in the place once, but once had been enough. It made him sick to his stomach to think about all the shit that went down there. Boys that were barely legal, up on stage, completely nude most of the time, looking gaunt and worn beneath the hard yellow lights, doing things that would make a whore blush. They were almost always high and looking like they hadn't had a decent meal in weeks. He had heard that there were rooms in the back where the boys could take some old man that should have been home with his wife for quick suck or fuck and trade the few precious gifts they had left to give for a few measly dollars, most of which that fat bastard Cid wound up taking anyway. Seifer hated the place, and he hoped that Squall really wasn't "dancing" in a place like this. He didn't know why he gave a damn, but then Seifer was the kind of guy who often let his heart interfere with his rationale.
A small crowd was gathered outside of the club. The usual creeps and losers, a bunch of junkies and psychos. Seifer was able to find a space easily. Few people parked their cars any where near the club, probably fearing that someone might recognize their vehicle or that it would be confiscated the next time the police raided the place. Seifer sat there for several minutes, wondering what the hell he was doing and why he needed to see the boy again. Eventually he got out of the vehicle. He made his way across the street and pulled his ID out of his coat pocket so that he could show it to the large bouncer sitting on the stool just outside of the cramped entryway to the nightclub. The man nodded when he saw the laminated card and Seifer moved to step inside. That very same moment, a slim youth pushed past him and headed down the street. He only saw the boy from the corner of his eye, but he could never forget that mop of wild hair and those large, blue eyes. Seifer turned and went after the boy.
"Squall?"
"Not tonight, honey." the brunette said without even turning around.
"Squall." Seifer said.
Squall turned. He was dressed differently than he had been earlier. He was still wearing the tight leather pants, but he had changed into a black, fishnet T - shirt and was wearing a cheap black, monster - fur jacket over the shirt. There was a clear, plastic backpack, filled with the youth's things, hanging from one of his shoulders. He was still wearing the makeup, and his lips were painted a glossy red. "Oh. It's you." he said. "Well, you missed my set, but we can still go to the hotel if you want."
"Let me take you out to eat." Seifer said.
"For what?" Squall said.
"Let's just call it a date." Seifer said.
Squall sneered slightly. He stared at the blonde for several seconds, then uttered a sound of exasperation.
"This jerk bothering you, Squall?" the bouncer called out.
The large man got up and went to stand beside Squall. Seifer wasn't the least bit intimidated and he ignored the large man.
"No, it's okay Sam." Squall said as he looked at the large man. The fat bastard glared at Seifer and strolled off. Squall looked back up at the blonde. "I don't care. It's your money. Where are you parked?" he said.
"Across the street." Seifer said. He turned and walked back over to his car, and Squall followed. Seifer quickly got into the vehicle and clicked the automatic button for the doors. Squall sauntered around the front of the vehicle, opened the passenger's side door and got in.
"Put on your seatbelt." Seifer said.
Squall looked at him as though he were insane, but eventually did as he was told. Seifer started the SUV and guided it from the curb into the street. He kept his eyes focused on the road, but he could feel the brunette's eyes on him. Seifer turned to look at the boy. Squall looked baffled, as if he couldn't decide what Seifer's problem was. He sat there, staring at the blonde, twirling a lock of hair around one slim finger.
"Oh, I get it. You just like to "talk", right?" Squall said. He laughed. "Yeah. Right."
Seifer looked at him, his face deadly serious. "Maybe I just see something I want, something I want to make mine." he said.
Squall's eyes narrowed and he looked caught off guard for a moment, then he quickly recovered. He slid closer to the blonde and put his hand on Seifer's thigh. "Of course you do." he whispered. "A big thing like you has needs." he said.
Seifer was silent. He turned to focus once more on the road.
Squall sucked his teeth and sat back. "I can't stay out long. I have to work tomorrow." Squall said rather angrily. He folded his arms over his chest.
"You work every day?" Seifer said.
"It depends." Squall said.
"On what?" Seifer said.
Squall scoffed. "Whether I feel like it or not. What do you care?" he said.
Seifer didn't respond. He kept his attention focused on the road. Seifer guided the car through traffic, through the streets. He soon spotted a Pancake House and decided to take the boy there. He turned a corner and guided the car into the small parking lot behind the white building.
"Now isn't this cute? The fucking Pancake House." Squall said. He sneered.
Seifer smirked slightly. "You look like you could use a decent meal." he said.
Squall rolled his eyes. "Whatever." he said. "Open my door for me."
Seifer smirked slightly as he got out of the SUV and walked around to the passenger's door. He opened it, and Squall slid out of the seat, jumping slightly as he touched the ground. Seifer closed the door and turned, heading for the glass doors of the restaurant. Squall simply stood by the truck and watched as Seifer opened the door. Seifer turned and looked back at the brunette, and Squall sighed heavily before moving to join him.
The restaurant was not crowded, and they were seated immediately. The few customers that were there eyed the two young men wearily as they followed the waitress to the back of the restaurant. Seifer simply ignored them, but Squall stuck out his tongue or gave them the finger after which they quickly turned around to concentrate on their meals. The waitress led them to a small booth and Seifer sat on one side while Squall sat on the other. Squall pouted slightly before grabbing a menu and going over the selection. Seifer simply stared at the beautiful youth, thinking that he would like him better without all the make up. He was obviously naturally gorgeous, and the heavy cosmetics only seemed to detract from his looks. Seifer was head over heels for the youth, and he wasn't even going to try and deny it. Everything about the young man got his blood pumping: the way Squall moved, his voice, his mannerisms, his appearance, even his extremely forward personality, not to mention his sensuality. Of course Seifer wanted to have sex with Squall. He was a healthy young male, who enjoyed the act as much as the next man, but he was far from being the horny dog his friend Irvine was, and sex was just one of many things he wanted from Squall. He had accomplished all of the other goals in life he had set for himself, and now, more than anything, he just wanted love and someone to share his life with. It didn't seem as though he was asking for too much.
Seifer grabbed his menu from the table. "So what are you having?" he said.
Squall shrugged, and tossed his menu aside. "I don't want anything. I ate already." he said.
"Why don't you get something light? You should at least eat a little something." Seifer said.
"You're not my father." Squall snapped. "I said I wasn't hungry. Tch. This is boring. Let's go to your place. Do you live around here?"
Seifer nodded and leaned back in the seat. "Not too far." he said. He looked back down at his menu.
Squall sucked his teeth again. "Are you sure you like boys?" he asked. He licked the back of his hand and grabbed the salt shaker. He dropped some salt onto the back of his hand and began to lick it off.
"Why don't you just order something?" Seifer said.
Squall glared at him. "I don't want anything." he said.
Seifer was silent.
Squall frowned deeply, and then a smile spread across his face. "Oh, I get it. You've never done this before. It's okay, I understand, but there isn't anything to be afraid of. I'm clean, you know. I take good care of myself and I always use condoms. You don't have to worry about giving your wife anything." he said.
"I'm not married." Seifer said.
Squall rolled his eyes. "Well your girlfriend, or whatever." he said.
"Don't have one of those either." Seifer said.
"Boyfriend?" Squall said.
"Not lately." Seifer said. "You?"
Squall laughed. "Me? Pshhhhhhhh. I have lots of 'boyfriends'." he said.
He laughed, but Seifer's serious expression quickly cut his laughter short.
"No one serious?" Seifer said.
"Why would I get serious? I'm a working boy. I'm trying to make money I don't have time for games. Anyway, I don't believe in love. It's just something people made up to mess with people's heads. I don't need love, and I don't believe real love exists." Squall said.
Seifer looked into the youth's crystal - blue eyes. "I do." he said softly.
Squall looked at him and the corners of his mouth turned down. He shivered slightly then looked down at his hand and licked at the salt there. "You still have to pay me, even if we don't do anything." he said.
"I'll pay you." Seifer said. "If that's what you want. Does that mean I have to pay you every time I see you?"
"Who said I ever wanted to see you again?" Squall said, sneering slightly.
"It's what you do isn't it?" Seifer said. "Date men for money."
"Yeah, so what?" Squall snapped.
"So, I'm asking if I have to pay every time I want to see you." Seifer said.
"Of course you do." Squall said as though that had been made quite clear several times already.
Seifer said nothing.
Soon, the waitress came and took their orders. Seifer ordered eggs and a plate of pancakes, but Squall only wanted water. Yet, ten minutes later, when Seifer's plate came the brunette attacked it, picking off of the fluffy pancakes and licking the sticky syrup from his fingers. He even went so far as to pour strawberry syrup all over the plate without even asking, and although Seifer hated strawberry syrup on his pancakes he didn't say a word to the brunette. Eventually Squall picked up a fork and started to eat more of the food, but still taking very small bites.
"How long have you been here?" Seifer said as he watched Squall suck syrup from one of his fingers.
"About two years." Squall said. "Why do you ask?"
"Just wanted to know." Seifer said. "Did you runaway from home?"
Squall said nothing.
"Any parents?" Seifer said.
Squall looked irritated. "Why do you ask so many questions?" he said.
"I want to know more about you." Seifer said.
Squall laughed and shook his head. "Why?" he said, obviously bewildered and irritated.
"Because I'm interested in you, anything wrong with that?" Seifer said.
Squall scoffed. "Of course, right, you're interested in me, so then are we going to fuck or what?" he said.
"I usually don't fuck around with young men I just met. I like to take a little time to get to know them." Seifer said.
Squall sneered and rolled his eyes. "Sounds like a personal problem. Listen, just let me know something, I mean, are we going to fuck or not? I have to get home soon. Nida's going to be worried about me." he said before putting another fork - full of pancakes into his mouth.
Seifer had stopped eating a while ago, but Squall was still picking off the blonde's plate. Seifer just watched the boy and wondered why he shouldn't just take the youth home and get a quick fuck. It was just that the idea didn't sit well with him.
"Do you really like what you do?" Seifer asked.
Squall halted, the fork half way between the plate and his lips. Then he lifted the food to his mouth like nothing had happened. "You ask too many fucking questions. God, I hate guys like you. Don't pretend that's not want you got me out here to do. I mean, you didn't even have to feed me. The money would have been more than enough." Squall said.
"Who says I'm like other guys?" Seifer said.
Squall smirked. "Whatever. I know what guys want, and it's always the same. Excuse me. I need to go use the boy's room." he said.
Seifer watched the youth as Squall got up and headed to the men's room at the end of the restaurant. The waitress came over and handed him the check and Seifer pulled a few bills out of his pocket and handed them to her. He had a thick wad of money in his pocket, more than enough to give Squall whatever he might ask for. Seifer didn't see it as paying a whore for services rendered. He saw it more as helping a friend in need. Squall returned to the booth shortly and quietly sat back down in his seat. He took a deep drink of his water and then pulled some breath mints from his bag, placing one into his mouth. Then he downed the entire glass until there wasn't a drop of water left.
"Okay, if we're finished then I'd like to go home." Squall said. He gathered up his bag and got up from the table. Seifer dropped a few more bills on the table and got up after the young man.
Squall was waiting by the passenger's door when Seifer got outside.
"Where do you live?" Seifer said as he made his way around the car toward the driver's side and opened the door.
"You can just drop me off at the subway." Squall said.
Seifer got into the car and opened the door for Squall. "I don't mind taking you home." he said.
"Whatever." Squall said. He climbed into the car, closed the door and settled in.
"Your seatbelt." Seifer said.
Squall uttered and sound of disgust and made a big deal about putting on his safety belt. "Happy now?" he said.
Seifer smiled. "Just looking out for you." he said.
"That's one thing I don't need." Squall mumbled.
"So where are you staying?" Seifer said.
"Just up the street. I'll show you, but you really don't need to do this." Squall said.
"I said I didn't mind." Seifer said.
Squall sat back and said nothing.
Thirty minutes later Seifer guided his Landcruiser up to the front of a run - down apartment building. They had said very little to each other on the drive over, and Squall was still silent as he hastily gathered up his things.
"I'd like to see you again." Seifer said as he watched the youth.
Squall turned to look at him. "For what?" he said.
Seifer leaned forward and kissed Squall on the lips. He liked the taste, even with the lipstick, and so he began to suck gently on Squall's lips drawing the brunette into a kiss. He heard Squall sigh slightly, and so he deepened the kiss. Seifer slipped his arms around Squall's waist and pulled him close. When Seifer finally drew back, the youth moaned slightly. Seifer ran his fingers along Squall's cheek, and the brunette swallowed hard as his eyelids fluttered. Seifer leaned forward again, but this time Squall drew back. His eyes narrowed and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I said no kissing." he said. "Just give me my fucking money."
"Can I see you again?" Seifer said as he stared at Squall's lips.
Squall turned away and looked out of the window. "What for?" he said. His voice sounding strained.
Seifer touched Squall's hair and pulled a lock of it between his fingers. "Because I want to spend more time with you." he said.
"Can I have my money, please?" Squall said without turning around.
Seifer pulled his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out three hundred dollar bills. "Can I see you again?" he said as he handed Squall the bills.
Squall turned and snatched the money from his hand. "Yes. Fine. Whatever." he said.
"Tomorrow then?" Seifer said.
"Whatever." Squall said.
"Give me your number." Seifer said.
"I don't have a phone." Squall said.
"You have a cell phone, I saw it in your backpack." Seifer said.
Squall sucked his teeth. "Whatever. 496 - 6550." he said. He got out of the car and slammed the door. He hurried into his apartment building, and Seifer watched until Squall had disappeared.
Seifer put his foot on the gas and drove off toward home. He actually didn't live that far from where Squall lived. Only took him about twenty minutes to get there. He didn't live in an apartment, but in a nice brownstone his German grandmother had left to him when she died. The lights were off when he got inside of the house, but he could hear the television in the living room, and just as he suspected, Zell was stretched out on the couch, fast asleep, probably drunk out of his mind. Seifer smiled and ruffled the boy's hair before turning off the television and clicking off the light. He hung his coat up in the hall closet and went up two floors to his bedroom.
Seifer's dog, Angelo, got off of Seifer's bed, and came to greet his Master when Seifer entered his bedroom. Seifer grabbed a few dog treats from a bag on his desk and tossed them at the old hound. Angelo scooped up several treats into his mouth and climbed back onto the bed. Seifer smiled and went into the bathroom. He removed his clothing and took a quick shower. Then he went back into his bedroom, slipped on some flannel pajama pants and collapsed onto his bed. Angelo got up and rested his head on Seifer's stomach. Angelo could always tell when Seifer was in a certain mood. Not that Seifer was in a bad mood, just one of those moods when he has feeling down and lonely. Seifer thought of Squall and how he always got himself into trouble whenever he fell in love, but he couldn't help it, and he wouldn't even try to fight it. He wanted Squall, and that was that.
Seifer Almasy was what one would call a "good catch", maybe even a "good boy", a "Mr. Right". He had a temper, he was hard - headed, and he could be an asshole when he really wanted to be, but he was generally a nice guy. Seifer was handsome and smart, not necessarily what one would call book smart, but rather street smart, and he knew what he was doing when it came to running a business. He was strong, responsible, and artistically inclined, and he took care of anything he called his own. He was a good catch for any young man looking to have a man who would take care of him, but despite all of these things, despite the fact that Seifer had so much love to give, he was unlucky when it came to love. People tended to judge him too quickly. They judged him by his good - looks, the punk clothing, the type of music he listened to, his occupation, the type of friends he had, and the fact that he was a homosexual, but Seifer had never been one to easily fit into any mold. Most people automatically assumed that he was a conceited jerk simply because of his looks, or that he was a junkie asshole simply because of his clothing and the music he listened to, but he was none of these things. He was like any other normal, strong, confident young man, but he just had this thing for liking boys who didn't want to be liked.
Seifer was always falling in love with boys that treated him like shit most of the time and generally made his life much harder than it ever had to be. Yet he couldn't seem to stay away from those types, the helpless boys who needed love but never wanted it. He had just gotten out of a bad relationship with a guy he had cared a lot a bout, a young man not much different than Squall, and already he was chasing something new. Seifer was actually a lot different that what people thought he was, and most people would be surprised to know that what the blonde wanted more than anything in life was to find a sweet boy that he could settle down with, make love to every night, and take care of. It wasn't a lot to ask, but Seifer had the hardest time trying to make this dream of his a reality. He had gotten it in his mind that he loved the pretty little whore who had just walked into his life, and all he could think about was how he was going to make Squall his and save the youth from the life he was living. Squall was "The One", and Seifer didn't doubt that for one minute.