Final Fantasy: Something Missing

Chapter 5: Final Outcome

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The day had come to an end, the rest of the time they had spent without the annoying girl uneventful.

Beginning to feel sleepy and satisfied with the weapon tinkering and tv, Squall got up to go to the room he temporarily claimed as his own. He could hear the other get up as well, their feet walking in tune behind him... But he paid no mind, not till he reached for the doorknob and felt hands grasp him, pulling his body back and into the other.

Leonhart, "what?" he hissed, very temperamental by the hands-on experience that was very uncalled for.

The blonde watched the brunet, his smile not worn, his thoughts a little more than chaotic. Including when he heard that ticked off tone from the lion... They were reverting back and that meant he couldn't touch the lion again, that the man would forget the feel of him, and he wasn't about to let that go just yet.

Pulling the tense brunet closer he took a deep breath as he shoved his head against the hollow of the younger man's left shoulder. "You can't sleep there," he barely rasped. The rough tone in his voice setting something off in the more lean figure.

Squall took a deep breath of his own, trying to concentrate on all things but the memory of that drunken night. Slightly struggling to pull away he quit, settling for staying put. "Why can't I sleep in this guest room? It's for guests, isn't it?"

Seifer, "no." Came the childish and very hastened response.

Leonhart sighed, "then what and who is it for?" He questioned, playing along with this unusual conversation.

He could hear Seifer hum, the feeling vibrating off and onto him. "It's for Raijin and Fujin when they visit." He finally stated, squeezing the brunet closer as he sighed against the now heated flesh.

The brunet shuttered, his spine-tingling. "Ok... They're not here?"

"just shut up and come upstairs." the blonde cut short, not even waiting for a response before picking the brunet up and throwing him over his shoulder.

Squall gasped feeling his body get turned and his lower stomach placed on the broader man's shoulder, hair falling over his neck as his view only saw a toned back and wooden floor. "Almasy!" He shouted, his temper rising. Never had anyone done this to him, nor dared to try... But then again... This was Seifer Almasy, and he was always ready for a challenge.

Leonhart tried to flail out but both muscular arms secured him well. One over his back, the other his legs. A distressed growl made it pass the brunet's lips as his fist clenched at the blonde's shirt. The man holding him simply laughed.

The door was closed behind them as they made it past the steps, the smaller male grunting when he was tossed on the bed then pinned, hands held overhead.

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, blue eyes lowered, the argument he had almost dying down his throat. "Seifer," he whispered, raising his knees to push the other. "Get off."

The blonde laughed again. "Only if you promise to not punch me. With what I just did I know you're willing to fight."

Sterling silver shot wide. (That's why he pinned me?) He thought in shock... Slight disappointment swarming, he shook his head. (Of course, he doesn't view me that way.) He rationalized, trying to calm down... But a part of him did wish it was for something more than to keep him from hitting the other.

Seifer noticed that something weird was going on within the other's mind, but chose to ignore it.

The brunet nodded his head, his gaze calmed a fraction more than just a moment prior. "Ok." was all Seifer got.