Love in the Gist of Splendor
Yoshamai

Disclaimer: *mutters* I hate doin’ this.. *ahem* ...uh... They do not... I repeat, do NOT belong to me...*sigh*

Warning: Like, some severe AU!!! But it's fun... yaoi... seifer x squall... ENJOY!

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Chapter Two

Give me release Witness me, I am outside

The floor was packed with dancing, sweaty people. Overhead rotated a large, tinted discoball, its colour and pigmentation expanding throughout the brimful room. Over along the far wall, several dozen couples were found either kissing or propped up against it having sex. The beat of the blaring music vibrated violently under Squall's heavy, black combat boots. He wore a dark blue pair of leather pants that shaped his plump, rounded buttocks, and his chest was bare and hot in the club's interior. Trinkets and Bangles adorned his wrists while he showed off a stunning silver ring decorated his navel. His hair was highlighted with blonde streaks and he wore forgotten sunglasses atop his head. An embellishment that was definately unneeded for this occasion.

Give me peace Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe That I'd get caught up When the rage in me subsides

"Hey, pretty. You wanna dance?" came a crooning voice on Squall's right. Turning in the direction of the interference, Squall only glared at the man. "Well?" The man persisted. Squall calmly turned back to watch the moving crowd. "Asshole!" he growled at Squall and stalked angrily away. Setting his drink on the counter, Squall sexily sauntered over to the middle of the dance floor.

Passion chokes the flower until she cries no more Possessing all the beauty hungry still for more

The sultry brunette swayed his lean hips, lost in contentment. Running his warm fingers through his tousled, auburn locks, he turned in a full circle. He swung his head from side to side. He wriggled his leather clad butt, teasing the men around him. Written all over his lewd and beautiful body was 'You can look, but you cannot touch.' Feeling broad, bulky hands holding his hips, Squall grinded his butt into the body behind him.

Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up When the rage in me subsides In this white wave I am sinking In this silence

"Damn," came the heated, obscure voice in his ear. His tone was low and gruff, thick with desire. He let his large hands play over Squall's hard, erect nipples, eliciting a quiet moan out of him. Turning around in the arms of the unknown man, Squall wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed his flushed cheek.

In this white wave In this silence I believe I can't help this longing comfort me I can't hold it all in if you won't let let me

"What's your name?" he whispered into the man's blonde hair, still grinding their hips together.

"Seifer," he whispered back, smirking. Squall opened his mouth, but Seifer interrupted. "Wait. Let me guess...... You're Squall Leonhart, right?"

"Yeah. How did you know that?" Squall smiled at the green eyes that bore into his own.

"I've seen you before in Details magazine. You know, the advert for, um, what was it.... Oh! Calvin Klein underwear..."

"Oh, that," Squall muttered glumly, feeling Seifer's strong arms squeeze around him.

" 'Oh, that'," Seifer mocked ammusingly, "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing...." he answered, resting his head on one of Seifer's broad shoulders. He felt Seifer's hands drift down to his buttocks, squeezing slightly as they both continued to move to the music.

Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up When the rage in me subsides In this white wave I am sinking In this silence

Running his hands over the blonde's chest, Squall lifted his leg so that his knee rubbed against the obvious bulge in Seifer's pants. He looked up to see Seifer smiling down at him.

"What?" Squall asked obligingly enough.

"What's a beautiful man like you doing in a dump like this, much less, fondling a commoner like me?"

"I'm a model," Squall said coolly, staring at the older man's crown of golden locks in wonder.

"Yes, I know that. But, what's that got to do with anything?" Seifer laughed.

"I'm gay."

"Ahhh..."

"This is the only gay bar around and I'm not even supposed to be here." Squall shrugged nonchalantly.

"Say's who?"

"Say's my agent; Luigi Di Pietro," he mocked, holding his right hand high in the air as if reading invisible headlines. "God I hate that fucker"

"I've heard of him," Seifer stated, grinning ruefully, "He's the guy who ran over that million dollar poodle over in Paris, right?"

"Yeah," Squall giggled, "And the bastard got away with it, too," He trailed off looking into Seifer's jade green eyes.

"Why do you hate him," Seifer asked after a moment of silence. Squall was still gazing up at his face when he replied.

" 'Cause he's, like, always getting me these really retarded jobs, you know? Where the guy he has me sitting for always tries one way or another to fuck me. And it's like he intentionally finds these wack jobs, 'cause it always happens!"

"Well, maybe that unfortunately stinky, dead poodle will come back to haunt him one day and maybe it'll kill his sorry ass and you'll be free to hire your own non-perverted, moral agent. Just like in a fairy tale!" Seifer grinned again.

"God, I wish!" Squall stated slumping against Seifer's firm, massive chest. Unintentionally looking over at the silver clock that hung on the far wall, Squall rolled his gray eyes and cursed softly.

"What's wrong?"

"I have to go..." Squall said, breaking away from Seifer.

In this white wave In this silence I believe I have seen you In this white wave You are silent You are breathing In this white wave I am free

Reaching for his car keys, Squall stalked towards the crowded entrance of the bar, having to side-step messy dancers and waiters. Upon approaching his car, a large black SUV made an abrupt stop behind him. Stepping out of the heavy vehicle, Mitchell slammed the door shut.

"Wat tha hell do ya think you're doin' out here?" he yelled at Squall, referring to the gay bar he exited. Deftly ignoring Mitchell's irritating persistence, Squall continued on to his car. "Hey, Squall! I'm talking to you!" Running up behind the retreating boy, Mitchell grabbed his arm roughly.

"What the hell is your problem?" Squall growled, yanking his arm free of Mitchell's grip.

"Come here you little--" Squall could smell liquor on his breath.

"You're drunk. I'd rather drive myself home tonight!" Squall sped up. "Why don't you take a day off from being a prick, hunh? Believe me, it's much healthier for you!"

"Git in tha car!" Mitchell half slurred, forcing an arm around Squall's lean waist.

"Leave me alone, you stupid dick!" He squirmed.

"Get in the--" He was cut off by loud, heavy footsteps and a baritone voice.

"I believe the gentleman wishes to be left alone." Squall looked up from his roughly cradled position to see Seifer towering over Mitchell, an angry scowl in place. Seifer loomed a good five inches over Mitchell and was highly intimidating

"Stay out of this, fuckwad!" Mitchell bellowed strongly without turning.

"Put him down!" Seifer enunciated sharply, his eyes burning into Mitchell's back.

"You want me to put him down? I'll put him down!" Mitchell snarled, flinging Squall's body to the ground so that he landed harshly on his delicate hands and knees. Turning quickly, Mitchell swung an arm and sought to strike Seifer in the face. He drew back and caught the offending limb, grasping it tightly, while with the other, he pushed Mitchell's head down to make hard contact with his knee, knocking him unconscious. He draped the limp body over his shoulder and stalked over to the SUV. Squall watched in horror and excitement as Seifer stuffed his body in the driver's seat, carefully maneuvering his head so that it rested on the steering wheel. He had made it look as though he'd passed out that way. He walked back over and helped Squall up.

"Which is your car?" he asked coolly, looking over the sea of vehicles.

"You're not just going to leave him that way, are you?" Squall inquired, worrying about the police.

"I didn't kill him. Which is yours?" He repeated. Squall led him over to a black sports car and retrieved his keys. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. "I don't want your money," Seifer voiced amused.

"Oh, well... um.. thank you, Seifer" Squall uttered politely before putting the key in the ignition and pulling off. Seifer watched as the glossy car swiftly retreated.

"I will definately see you again, Squall Leonhart," he chuckled to himself before turning to return to the flashy bar.

(to be continued)

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A/N: The song I used for the club scene was "Silence" by Delirium... it's a cool song!...Seifer's made his entrance! *applause* Didja like it? hunh? didja? Lemme know! .....thx.

~Mai~