Author: Kalloway
Email: [email protected]
Part: 1/1
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wouldn't want to either,
as I'd have to feed them.
Warnings: Yaoi Lime
Rating: R
Summary: An hour fic goes wrong. Not really wrong,
just wrong.
Pairing: What it was gonna be, or what it ended up
being?
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Snow blew down from rooftops as Sephiroth walked
through Hollow Bastion on his way to Squall's house.
Squall had caught the cold virus that had circulated
through the high school and had missed a few days of
class.
Thankfully Sephiroth's immune system was better than
most, leaving him free to volunteer to collect
Squall's homework and hopefully review it with him.
No one outside of Lord Ansem's castle was aware of
their relationship, and as much as Sephiroth wanted to
do something besides study, he understood that now was
not the time.
Squall's house was near the edge of town and didn't
stand out from the rest. Sephiroth knew Squall's
father was an author who'd retired from the military,
but besides briefly crashing into one another in a
local shop (something, Sephiroth noted, that was
entirely the fault of Squall's father), they'd never
met.
The door opened almost immediately after Sephiroth
knocked, a thankful thing as the wind had picked up
and the chill was getting unbearable. He'd ignored his
mother's advice when he went to live with Lord Ansem -
he hadn't packed a scarf and ritually forgot to buy
one each time he was out.
On the other side of the doorway stood Squall's
father, who seemed confused for a moment before
gesturing for Sephiroth to enter.
"Greetings," Sephiroth said as he stomped his feet on
the mat inside the door. "I brought Squall his
homework. One of his classmates collected it, but she
didn't want to catch his cold."
Squall's father nodded. "Ellone told me that you'd
called, um..."
"Sephiroth," Sephiroth offered, inwardly kicking
himself for being so rude as to not have introduced
himself properly.
"Laguna Loire," Squall's father offered back, holding
out a hand to Sephiroth once the silver-haired man had
set down the text books he'd been holding and taken
off his thick deerskin gloves.
Sephiroth shook the man's hand before glancing around
the house. It was modest but seemed to lack little.
"Well, Ellone took Squall to the doctor. They aren't
back yet," Laguna explained as he followed Sephiroth's
glance around the room. "So come in and sit down."
Without words, Sephiroth let Laguna take his wet
trench coat to hang somewhere beyond his vision and by
the time Sephiroth had unlaced his boots, Laguna was
already perched on the sofa, looking expectantly at
his guest.
"I'm not sure what I should offer you," Laguna said.
"We haven't had much company after my wife passed
away."
Sephiroth raised an eyebrow at that statement. He'd
always assumed the woman he'd seen Squall shopping
with had been him mother. But then again, Squall never
talked about his family. Perhaps the mystery woman was
his sister or aunt.
"Squall has never spoke much about his family,"
Sephiroth said slowly, trying to select a seat at the
same time. He decided on a slightly dilapidated plum
armchair that threatened to swallow him whole once he
was on it.
"Oh? He and I don't always get along," Laguna
explained. "Ellone is sort of the negotiator between
the two of us."
"Ellone?"
"She's... family," Laguna replied, seeming puzzled as
to how to offer more details and if he should.
Sephiroth decided not to push the issue, instead
staying silent incase his host wanted to ask him
anything.
For a minute, the two men just stared at each other,
the air between them filled with awkwardness more than
tension.
"Do you want a drink?" Laguna asked quickly, standing
before he even received an answer.
Sephiroth smiled and nodded. "Any type of fruit juice,
if you have it," he said, watching as Laguna seemed to
be shaking on his feet.
As Laguna rushed quickly from the room, Sephiroth
couldn't help but let a slight chuckle escape from
between his lips. He'd seen the look Laguna was giving
him well enough to know exactly what it was.
And in all truth, Laguna looked extremely attractive
for his age. Squall didn't seem to truly resemble him,
instead he had a unique quality to his features.
Perhaps if Squall was going to be out a bit longer...
Laguna returned from the kitchen with two glasses of
juice.
"Apple," he said once he realized Sephiroth was
watching him closely. "It was this or, um, some sort
of Kiwi-Something-Berry that Ellone buys. Personally,
it confuses my taste buds."
Sephiroth smirked, silently reaching out to take the
glass from Laguna. As Sephiroth took the glass, he
wrapped his hand around both it and Laguna's hand,
slowly letting his fingers trail over Laguna's hand.
Laguna almost dropped the other glass he was holding,
his eyes flying open wide to meet Sephiroth's cool
gaze.
"So you know Squall from his visits to Lord Ansem's?"
Laguna asked once he was safely back on the sofa. His
voice only cracked once during the question, causing a
faint smile to form on Sephiroth's lips.
"He's very studious if he finds something that
interests him," Sephiroth replied, lapping a bit of
the juice from the glass before finally taking a
swallow. "The library in Lord Ansem's castle provides
him with plenty of interesting subjects."
Laguna nodded, trying not to be too obvious with his
flushed glances in Sephiroth's direction. After more
idle conversation, Sephiroth downed the last of his
juice and pulled himself from his seat.
"Can I..." Laguna started, only to stop short as
Sephiroth sat down beside him on the sofa.
"Yes," Sephiroth replied, gently taking the glass from
Laguna's hand and setting it on the floor. "Of course
you can."
"What?" It was a nervous question and Laguna seemed to
be trying to melt into the hideous design of the
sofa's slipcover.
"You've been watching me, and I know that look,"
Sephiroth explained. "I see it all the time. You want
me."
"I..."
"I'll be gentle," Sephiroth said softly before leaning
close enough to lightly lick Laguna's lips. "Very,
very gentle."
Laguna's arousal was apparent as Sephiroth moved his
hands over the body he now had completely pinned to
the sofa. He wondered just how long it had been for
Laguna since he'd had another person to share pleasure
with. Quite awhile, Sephiroth determined based on the
frantic moans spilling from Laguna's lips when
Sephiroth wasn't kissing him.
"You'll be... gentle?" Laguna asked as Sephiroth
pulled his quivering form to the floor and pulled at
his clothing.
Sephiroth nodded and slid a hand down into Laguna's
pants.
"Just like I was with Squall."