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 Five

By Miss Dincht

Seifer could readily admit that things had gotten out of hand, but there really hadn't been any way to avoid what had happened.  He had only come to the club looking for Squall, just to get a chance to see the pretty youth again, to talk to Squall, to tell Squall how badly he needed to see him.  Beating up on one of the bouncers and leveling the place had been the farthest thing from his mind, but what was done was done, and he wasn't going to let the fact that he would probably be arrested and thrown in jail tomorrow bother him in the least.  He and his crew were getting in and out of some scrape or another all the time, and none of what had happened to either the club or its patrons bothered him at all.  Right now his one and only real concern was the small youth who was curled up on the car seat at his side.

Seifer looked down at Squall and brushed a lock of the young man's hair from his tear - streaked face.  Squall, who had quickly fallen asleep after being helped into the car, wrinkled his nose and brushed at his cheek with slim fingers.  Seifer stared down at Squall's face, examining the high cheek bones, the delicate brow, the perfectly crafted nose.  The boy was so damn beautiful it made Seifer's heart ache, but he didn't have this obsession with Squall just because of Squall's appearance.  Squall definitely had the kind of looks that could make a man's heart stop, but Seifer could see the beauty that was hidden beneath those fine features and that gorgeous body, beneath that saucy attitude and all the denial.  

Squall slept through the entire drive.  He cried out a few times in his sleep, and whenever he did, Seifer would hold him close and kiss him softly, and then Squall would get quiet, sighing heavily as he pressed closer to the larger youth.  It didn't take long for them to get back to Seifer's place, especially with Zell tearing through the streets like a maniac.  

When their street came into view, Zell guided his rusty station wagon off the main avenue and then guided the dilapidated vehicle toward their house.  Why Zell insisted on keeping the old wreck of a car Seifer couldn't really say, but for once Seifer was glad he hadn't forced Zell to get rid of the old bucket.  In all the excitement, he had left his truck on the street, right across from Cid's, but even if he had been able to get to the vehicle, he wouldn't have been able to get past the police blockade.  Maybe back in the old days he would have tried such a stunt, but he had mellowed out a great deal since then, and all he had really been thinking about at the time was getting Squall safely out of the commotion.  

Zell located a place to park right in front of the house, and after several minutes of trying to avoid knocking off someone's bumper, Zell managed to squeeze the wreck into the space.  The short blonde immediately jumped out of the car and headed up the stone steps that led into their brownstone.  Seifer moved his arm from around Squall's waist and took care not to disturb the sleeping youth.  Squall moaned softly as he collapsed onto the seat, and Seifer smirked slightly as Squall tried to hide himself inside of Seifer's coat.  Seifer slid out of the car, then turned and hauled Squall out of the seat.  

"I don't want to stay here." Squall mumbled as he was lifted up into Seifer's arms.

"Stay just for tonight then.  I'll take you home tomorrow if that's really what you want." Seifer said.

Squall said nothing, but pulled the coat over his head.  Seifer kicked the car door closed and headed up the steps with the large bundle in his arms.  Zell had left the front door open, but closed the interior door that led into the house from the small foyer, and Seifer kicked at the door with his boot until Zell came back and snatched it open.  Zell clicked on a few lights in the hallway beyond the doors and simply stood watching as Seifer went directly for the steps and carried Squall upstairs.  As Seifer made his way to the second landing, he heard Zell climbing the stairs after him, taking the steps two at a time to catch up with him.  As he headed up the second flight of stairs, Zell ran down the hall of the second floor and nearly killed himself in an attempt to keep up.  

"What're you gonna do with him?" Zell said.

"He can sleep in Quisty's room." Seifer said as he stepped up onto the third floor landing.

"Quisty ain't gonna like that.  She doesn't like anybody touching her stuff." Zell said.

A lopsided grin spread across Seifer's face as he made his way down the third floor hallway to a large bedroom situated at the end of the hall, the bedroom right across from his own.  "No, Zell, Quisty doesn't like you touching her stuff.  Now help me with this door, Chicken Head." he said.

"Don't call me that!" Zell hollered.

"Christ, Zell,"  Seifer said, amusement in his voice, "wake up the whole Goddamn neighborhood why don't you?  You keep yelling like that, and you'll give these old bastards around here even more of an excuse to try and throw us out." 

Zell hurried past Seifer and opened the door to his sister's room.  "They're really not gonna want us here when they find out about this one.  Man, Seifer, you're crazy bringing him here." Zell said.  He whipped around to look at his older brother as Seifer walked into the room.  Zell grinned and shook his head as Seifer walked over to Quistis' large, pink and white canopy bed and placed Squall on top of the quilt that Quistis had knitted herself.  

"She's gonna kill you." Zell said, shaking his head and grinning stupidly.

Seifer just looked at his kid brother, silence his only response, before turning and looking down at the quiet figure on the bed.  Seifer reached for his coat, but Squall pulled at the garment desperately in an effort to keep Seifer from taking it.  Seifer released the material and watched as Squall curled up into a fetal position, his face and most of his body concealed beneath the heavy fabric of the trench coat.  Seifer just looked down at the youth for several seconds before turning to look at Zell.  

"Go down and get him something to drink." Seifer said.

Zell nodded and walked out of the room.  Seifer smiled slightly when he heard loud footsteps storm down the steps.  He looked away from the door and again down at the huddled figure on the bed.

"I have plenty of room.  You can stay as long as you need to." he said.

"...Just leave me alone." came the muffled reply.

Seifer sighed and raked long fingers through his messy hair.  He turned and sat down on the edge of the bed, his back to Squall.  "Look, I'm really sorry, Squall...for hurting you, but not for beating up on that asshole.  The fucker deserved it." he said.

"...Just go away...please...." Squall said.  He sniffed and shifted beneath the heavy garment.

Seifer sighed heavily and placed his hand on Squall's back in an awkward attempt to comfort the youth.  Squall shivered beneath the touch and Seifer gently squeezed Squall's shoulder.

Moments later, Zell returned with a beer and placed it on the white nightstand by Quistis's bed.  Seifer picked up the can and shook his head before looking up at his younger brother, one golden eyebrow raised in question.  "A fucking beer, Zell?" Seifer said.

"What?!" Zell shouted.

Seifer groaned.  "Yeah, that's what we all need right now man, a beer.  Couldn't you find anything else down there?" he said.

"You're lucky we had that.  Irvine basically cleaned out the refrigerator.  There's nothing left!" Zell said.

"Shit, Zell, quiet down." Seifer said.  

Seifer got up from the bed, can in hand, and walked toward the door.  He motioned Zell out of the room, and the smaller blonde hurried past him to linger out in the dimly lit hall beyond.  Seifer turned and watched Squall for several long moments.  What they all needed was a good night's sleep, but Seifer doubted he would sleep tonight.  He decided to leave Squall alone for a little while, just a little while.  That would give the youth enough time to clean himself up, get his head together, and then they could talk.  He turned out the light in his sister's room and closed the door.  He set the beer down on a small table that stood in the hallway and made his way to the bathroom.  Zell watched him walk past then turned and followed.  

In the bathroom, Seifer removed his blood stained white T - shirt and tossed it on the edge of the sink.  Zell leaned against the door and watched his older brother, a wicked grin on his face.  When Zell saw the scar on the side of Seifer's stomach his blue eyes widened and he chuckled.

"Holy Shit, man, you really got fucked up." Zell said.  He laughed again and Seifer looked at him with narrowed eyes.  The smaller youth started to push at and tug on the scarred and bruised flesh and Seifer gave the short blonde a shove on the forehead, almost making him loose balance.  Zell started laughing loudly and Seifer just shook his head as he opened the medicine cabinet and reached for a bottle of alcohol.  After setting the bottle down, Seifer pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, placed one between his lips then tossed the pack in the tub.  He lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, then balanced it on the edge of the sink next to his shirt.

"Hand me that towel." Seifer said.

"Hunh?" Zell mumbled, still eyeing the scar.

"The towel." Seifer repeated.

"Oh.  Yeah." Zell said.  He reached up for one of the small white towels hanging from the door and handed it to Seifer.

Seifer placed the towel on the sink and went back to examining the wound.  It didn't hurt at all, but it was bleeding badly.  Seifer didn't even remember it happening, but then everything had happened so fast, and he had been so pumped full of adrenalin, he hadn't even noticed getting cut.  Squall had been his only real concern at the time anyway.  He could have gotten an arm sliced off and probably wouldn't have noticed it.  The scar was ugly as hell, but he had been through worse:  broken bones, black eyes, split lips.  That's what made it all so much fun, and at least this time he could say he had a good reason for showing off.

Zell laughed again, sounding even more like mad man than before.  "You got fucked up." he said, pleased beyond reason.

"Glad my pain could put a smile on your face." Seifer said.

Zell chuckled and leaned over to look at the scar again.  "You know, Bro, this is just like back in the day when you used to get into shit all the time." he said, before laughing and shaking his head.  "And here I thought you had finally mellowed out.  Wait 'till I tell Irvine.  He'll shit his pants."

Seifer took another drag of his cigarette, then reached for the bottle of alcohol.  He looked down at the large scar on his side and squeezed it.  He grunted softly, then squeezed again.  Blood seeped out of the wound and he grabbed the towel and wiped at the crimson flow.

"What was it, a knife?" Zell asked as he leaned in close to the wound.

"Probably just glass." Seifer said.

Zell looked up from the scar and into his brother's face.  "You must have it real bad this time.  Is he worth all this?  I mean you hardly even know him.  Jesus, that shit is ugly." he said.

"Then stop staring at it you little piece of shit." Seifer said before dousing the wound with alcohol.  He placed the bottle in the sink then grabbed the cigarette and inhaled deeply as the pain flared up his side.

Zell grabbed the towel from Seifer and pressed it gently against the wound.  "Sometimes I just don't get you." he said.  "So how long is he stayin'?"

"As long as he wants to." Seifer said.

"Figured." Zell said.  He shrugged and pressed the cloth harder against the wound.  "That's going to be damn ugly tomorrow.  He's not going to want you if you're all fucked up and shit."

Seifer chuckled around his cigarette and smacked Zell on the back of the head. 

Zell grinned as he pulled the towel from the wound and handed it to Seifer.  "Well, I'm going to bed.  I'll see you and pretty boy over there tomorrow." he said.

Seifer nodded.  "Thanks, Kid." he said.

Zell headed out of the bathroom, but not before Seifer smacked him on the back of the head once more.  Seifer folded the towel and wiped more of the blood away, then riffled through the medicine cabinet until he found a few large bandages and some medical tape.  He taped one of the large squares over the scar, and then grabbed his shirt from the sink.  He tossed the cigarette in the toilet and just before he could make it out of the bathroom, Squall appeared in the doorway blocking his exit.  

Squall was still wearing Seifer's coat, and the brunette seemed to be swimming in the large garment.  It was open in the front, revealing the boy's fine skin, his barely covered body, and Seifer looked at all that bare flesh and unconsciously licked his lips.  He then looked up at Squall's face, and the boy just started at him, the delicate brows furrowed and his lush lips turned down in a frown.  

"What do you need?" Seifer said.

"The bathroom, so could you move?" Squall said.  

Seifer stepped past the youth and then turned slightly as Squall slammed the door.

Angelo greeted Seifer when he went into his bedroom, and Seifer immediately went over to his desk to grab some of Angelo's dog treats.  He tossed the hound a few of the meaty tidbits, but Angelo completely ignored them.  Instead, Angelo followed his owner around the room, yelping slightly, panting heavily, and trying to jump up and sniff at Seifer's wound.  

"It's alright, boy." Seifer said as he bent down and smacked the dog's back.  

Angelo whimpered, then climbed back on the bed and watched Seifer with anxious eyes.

Seifer tossed his t - shirt on the floor and collapsed on the bed.  Angelo immediately moved to lie beside him, and Seifer scratched behind the dog's ear while he stared at the ceiling.

Seifer couldn't resist the smile that curved his lips as he lie there, staring at the ceiling, his eyes opening and closing slowly in the dim light.  It had been one hell of night, not exactly what one would call a typical evening, even when one of the Almasy boys were involved.  What was in store tomorrow Seifer couldn't really know, but he was going to try his hardest to convince Squall to stay.  Squall didn't belong anywhere else but with him, and Seifer didn't get why the youth didn't understand that.  He hadn't meant to press so hard upon Squall, and he sure as hell hadn't meant to cause Squall any pain, but he hadn't thought for a minute that breaking through to Squall would be easy.  

Squall lived in that kind of fucked up world that didn't take too kindly to outsiders.  Maybe everybody took that kind of fall at one time or another in their life - Seifer had more than enough times - but Squall was just one of those unfortunates who had made that world their life, and Seifer knew all to well that even those that wallowed in misery were often loathe to leave it behind, especially if it was all they had ever known.  Seifer smirked slightly as he thought back to that day that the tough, pretty boy had first walked into his life.  

Nothing had been the same since that moment.  Seifer had fallen hard and fast, Squall's beauty, his sensuality, his sharp tongue making Seifer fall completely head over heals, but as Seifer got to know the youth a little better he felt that he could see through that tough exterior.  Maybe he always could, or maybe he knew what was beneath all that make - up and smart talk because he had known other boys like that.  When he looked at Squall it was like all he could see was a diamond, something priceless and beautiful, something precious that was surrounded by and lost in so much filth, and Seifer just couldn't understand it.  It wasn't right, but he was going to fix that.  Squall had so much to offer and didn't even seem to know it, and that baffled Seifer to no end.  

Seifer had decided that what Squall needed was someone to take care of him, and Seifer was ready and more than able to be that someone.  The need to protect and love the youth was overwhelming, and that protectiveness he always seemed to feel when he was around Squall was what had caused him to react the way he had at the club.  All he had been trying to do was get this pretty boy that he wanted so badly out of harm's way, but then nobody could ever say he didn't take good care of what was his, and as far as Seifer was concerned Squall was his and that was that.  No, he didn't regret anything that had happened tonight.  A man was supposed to take care of the people he cared for no matter what the cost, and his feelings for Squall were so strong.   

Seifer hadn't intended on falling asleep, but he had been exhausted, and the loss of blood hadn't helped.  He had no idea how long he was out, but when he woke it was a few hours after midnight.  The first thing he noticed was that the television was still on, they were playing the National Anthem, and pictures of national monuments flashed across the screen.  Seifer reached along the bed to find the remote, and when he sat up slightly he noticed the slim figure standing in the hallway, just beyond his open door.  Seifer simply watched as the slender youth, still wearing his trench coat sauntered slowly into the room.  The blonde and the brunette just stared at each other for several seconds, and then Squall brushed his hair out of his face.  Seifer watched in silence as pretty pink lips pouted and ice - blue eyes glared at him with enough poison to wither a lesser man.

"I hate that room." Squall said. "It's pink." 

A smirk slowly spread across Seifer's face.  He could barely keep his eyes open he was so sleepy, but he stared intently at the youth.  "I thought you liked pink." Seifer said.

Squall sucked his teeth and looked annoyed.  He looked around the room for a brief moment, then sauntered over to a wooden shelf on the left side of the room.  He glanced at the collection of worn books on the bottom shelves, then moved to examine several framed pictures that were set up in one of the middle shelves.  He glanced at the photos for several moments then picked up a picture of a striking blonde woman.  Seifer watched through heavy lids as Squall chewed on his bottom lip and examined the picture.  "She your wife?" Squall said finally.

"I told you I wasn't married.  That's Quisty, our sister." Seifer said.

"Is that other guy your brother?" Squall said.

Seifer nodded.  "Yeah.  Zell." he said.

Squall sneered slightly.  "Why is he so fucking loud?" he said.

Seifer chuckled and eased back against the pillows.  "Just made that way." he said.

"She's pretty." Squall said as he glanced at the picture.

"Maybe you'll meet her.  She's supposed to be - " Seifer said.

"Who ever said I wanted to meet her?!" Squall snapped.  He slammed the picture down on the shelf and knocked over some of Angelo's chew toys. The dog whimpered.

Seifer rubbed the dog's back.  "Quiet boy." he said.  He turned to look at Squall and smirked.  "Yeah, I think you and Quistis would get along real well."

"Whatever." Squall said.  He moved over to the bed and stood beside it.  Seifer glanced up at the youth from beneath his lids, and Squall turned to look at the television, brushing a lock of hair from his face as he did so.  "I hate that fucking room." he said.

"Then sleep in here." Seifer said.

A slight smile curved Squall's pink lips and a mischievous gleam came to his eyes before he removed the large coat and tossed it on a nearby chair.  He then folded his arms across his chest and sneered as he looked down at Angelo.  Angelo looked up at Squall and whimpered pitifully.  "Tell it to move." Squall said.

"Get down, boy.  Go downstairs." Seifer said.

Angelo whined slightly before lurching up and plodding to the edge of the bed.  The dog jumped down and headed out of the room, but not before turning back once to look at his owner forlornly.

Squall sneered at the hound as it plodded off, then the brunette turned to look at Seifer.  Seifer simply watched Squall, his tongue gliding over his lips as he looked at the boy's achingly beautiful body.  Squall smiled at Seifer rather innocently before removing his boots and slipping into the bed.  He moved very close to Seifer and leaned against the pillows propping his head up with his hand.  Seifer looked into those pretty blue eyes and felt as though he could lose himself if he looked into them long enough.  Squall stared down at Seifer and licked his lips, and Seifer's eyes lowered as the pink tongue darted over the plump flesh.

"I'm cold." Squall whispered.

Seifer hesitated only briefly before lifting his arm from his side and placing his arm up against the pillow.  He moved to pull Squall close to him, but Squall resisted.  

"I'm cold." the brunette repeated, a slight whine to his voice.  

Squall pushed at Seifer's bare chest and Seifer's groin flared with heat at the touch.  Squall smiled then - tongue between his teeth - and sat up, his body moving sensuously as he did so.  He sighed as he placed slender fingers on Seifer's muscled chest.  He moved his body closer to the large blonde and examined Seifer's body as though he were wondering which part he wanted to explore first.  When Squall drew his short, painted nails down Seifer's flat stomach, Seifer's breath hitched in his throat.  As he closed his eyes, he heard the youth laugh softly, and moments later he felt Squall tug at his belt.  Seifer's eyes snapped open and his grabbed Squall's wrist.

"Squall..." he warned.

Squall pouted slightly, then snatched away from Seifer's grasp.  He sucked his teeth as though annoyed then moved even closer to Seifer.  The brunette  began to lick his lips slowly as he again started to move his slender fingers along the taut muscles of Seifer's chest.  Seifer was mesmerized by Squall's tongue and he watched it intently as it moved back and forth across Squall's plump lips, lips even more lovely without all of the lipstick and gloss.  Squall sighed as he drew his fingers along the planes of Seifer's chest, and he laughed softly when Seifer tensed at one of Squall's touches and a soft moan escaped the larger man, betraying his desire.  Seifer was far from being a virgin, and he was relatively experienced when it came to matters of sex, he'd had similar things done to him and more, but something in Squall's touch excited him like no other before, and it wasn't simply because Squall was experienced enough to know just the right places to touch a man.  

"Squall..." Seifer breathed as his eyes shut tightly.  

Seifer opened his eyes when he felt weight on his groin area, and he looked up to see Squall straddling his waist.  Squall continued to caress his heated skin with the feather - light touches, and before Seifer could even think twice about it, his hands went to Squall's smooth thighs.  Squall moaned in pleasure, throwing his head back slightly as he did so, his sable colored hair falling in his face as he arched his neck.  Seifer's cock was so hard it was painful, and the sensual movements of the dancer's body only made things worse for the man.  Squall flattened his palms on Seifer's chest and arched his back as he began to move his hips in slow circles over the material covering Seifer's cock, and Seifer's mind nearly overloaded as he imagined how it would feel to bury himself in all that pretty pale flesh.

"Oh, Daddy..." Squall whispered.  "Mmmmmmmm, your cock is so fucking big.  I need it inside of me.  I want to feel your cock deep inside me, Daddy." 

Squall lifted up onto his knees, and Seifer watched through heavy lids as the youth began to unlace his tiny shorts.  Squall pulled at the lacings quickly, and in a matter of seconds the flimsy garment fell away from his lithe body and was lost somewhere in the sheets.  Squall lowered himself back down and moved back slightly, so that he was sitting on Seifer's thighs, just below the blonde's groin area.  Squall then arched his back and lifted his arms lazily above his head, then lowered the thin limbs and ran slender fingers through his dark hair.  He trailed his elegant fingers over his hardened nipples, down his ribs, then his sides, until his hands met at the juncture between his legs.  Seifer just stared at the youth's erection, at the dark, neatly shaved hair that framed it, and Squall laughed softly, almost giggling, at the man's lust - clouded face.

"You like me, Daddy?" Squall said, sounding like a child when he spoke.  "I promise I'm clean, Baby." 

Before Seifer could respond, Squall bent over slightly and made quick work of opening Seifer's belt, then unzipping the blonde's pants.  Seifer's cock sprang free of the confining material, and Squall grabbed it gently before drawing the turgid, drooling member into his mouth.  Seifer tried to speak, but no coherent sounds escaped his lips.  He only groaned loudly as Squall began to suck his cock, the boy's tongue working it fiercely as his lips slid back and forth along the hard column.  Seifer struggled to breathe as he watched Squall lap at his erection, the youth's tongue wrapping around it and licking it as though it were simply a piece of candy.  Seifer moaned, and his hands went to Squall's head, his fingers sinking into the glossy strands of the brunette's luxurious hair.  Squall made a sound of pleasure, and in response to the sound, Seifer's cock twitched within the warmth of Squall's mouth.  Squall laughed softly before moaning around the stiff column, vibrating it, and making Seifer groan once more.  Squall then let Seifer's cock slide from his lips, and the brunette blew on the moistened flesh before taking it again fully into his mouth, his fingers moving downward to massage the blonde's scrotum.  Seifer stared, eyes narrowed and mouth agape, as Squall's fingers moved deftly over the sensitive flesh.  Squall messaged and stroked the heavy sac as he continued to suck and lap at Seifer's manhood, and Seifer closed his eyes, his head falling back against the pillow. 

Squall's lips worked an enchantment as he continued to suck hungrily on the hard flesh, and the brunette's soft moans and whimpers, and the sweet sucking sounds, made Seifer hunger to throw Squall onto his back so he could sink himself deep inside the beautiful boy.  Squall, still sucking vigorously, took as much of Seifer's cock as he could into his mouth, and Seifer groaned again as he felt the tip of his dick slide up and down the brunette's throat.  Seifer's eyelashes fluttered, and any resistance he may have tried to put up against this onslaught vanished.  It occurred to Seifer that Squall probably did this to all those he considered his "clients", and Seifer couldn't help but feel guilty for letting this happen.  He wanted to think of himself as Squall's champion, as better than the next man, but if he let Squall do this then he was really no better than the "Johns" who paid to get this from the youth.  Everything honorable in him told him to make the boy stop, but the man in him was silent. 

I know, terrible place to end it, but it may become more clear why I did that with the next chapter, which is hopefully coming soon.

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