FFVIII Drabble for BnN
By Garden's Gnome
Leather encased fingers tightened their hold as Squall heard a scream close by. He hated being in unfamiliar territory without his weapon of choice…
“Squall, I’m scared.”
…And with an unarmed Rinoa hanging off his arm.
Sure, Laguna had given him pointers on how to use the gun currently in his hand but bringing the weapon to bear on a target was a little hard when his sorceress had lost her own weapon and had not let go of his arm since Squall had found her, proclaiming he would protect her.
He was going to have enough trouble protecting himself.
Rounding a dimly lit corner, Squall’s ears picked up quiet cursing off to one side. Carefully edging forwards, Squall let out a loud sigh as Rinoa spotted the person first.
“Quistis!” she called.
“Are you alright, Quisty?” Squall asked as he watched the blonde woman try to wipe away the liquid flowing down her arm.
“Do I look alright?” she asked angrily.
“Seifer?” Squall asked, scanning their surroundings as Rinoa moved to help Quistis.
“Yes, damn him.”
“You'll never know what hit you when I get to you."
Squall shivered, remembering the words spoken earlier by the green-eyed blonde before they’d parted ways. It was a threat and promise all in one.
Deep laughter sounded close by, followed by a high pitch yelp that sounded very much like a surprised Zell. Quistis and Rinoa both looked towards the sound, their faces nervous and worried looking.
“Rin, I want you to stay with Quistis. I’ll try and draw Seifer away from you both so you can get out. Okay?”
Rinoa nodded her agreement, picking up Quistis’ weapon. Squall watched the two women for a few moments before heading in the opposite direction. Although he kept as best he could to the shadows, Squall could feel eyes on him. He just couldn’t pinpoint the angle from which he was being watched.
The brunette froze as he felt a small object touch just under the back of his skull.
He’d been found.
“Hello, Squally-boy. You didn’t even hear me coming did you?” Seifer asked.
Squall remained silent but shook his head.
“Mmmm, shadows,” the taller man purred into the brunette’s ear. The tip of Seifer’s gun began to trail downwards. “So many things you can do in the dark.”
“What are you doing?” Squall asked quietly as the gun toyed with the bottom of his jacket.
“Oh, just thinking,” came Seifer’s lazy reply. Squall felt the gun nudge his belts. “Take them off.”
“Are you out of your mind?” Squall asked, half turning before Seifer placed a hand to his face and made him look forwards again.
“To the victor the spoils,” Seifer crowed quietly, not wanting to alert the others to their position. “Lose the pants, Squall,” he ordered.
Squall quickly removed his belts and let Seifer tug down his pants. He shivered as the cool metal of the gun trailed across his naked flesh. He could hear Seifer’s breathing increase the lower the gun travelled. A hand on his back forced Squall to bend forward, the brunette blindly putting his arms to a wall for balance. The movement exposed his body to the man behind him.
“Beautiful,” Seifer whispered, trailing the gun over the now exposed pucker.
He pulled the trigger.
“Fuck, that’s cold!” Squall hissed as a thick gel sprayed onto his skin.
“You never did ask why I chose two guns, Squall,” Seifer whispered into his ear as he moved up close behind his lover, hot naked skin now rubbing against Squall. “One for the paint…”
“One for the lube,” Squall groaned, biting his lip as Seifer stretched him quickly, knowing exactly how to touch his lover of the past year to make him whimper.
“Rinoa’s going to win this round, you know,” Squall said with an unintended sigh as the blonde entered him.
“Doesn’t matter,” Seifer said, his breath hot on the brunette’s neck and ear as he slowly began to move. “I’ve got the best prize right here.”