Seifer’s Dream....?
By: Domino
NOTE: This is a little story I cooked up to show that Seifer is not all that
bad. But, the standard warning applies here. This does contain lemon yaoi sex,
so don’t come running to me crying and telling me that Seifer slept with a guy
or Seifer should be with Squall or something. Otherwise, enjoy the fic and drop
me a line!
The daily noise of student activity in Balamb Garden is higher than normal as a
new student is welcomed into the establishment. Instructor Quistis Trepe
beckons the assured young man to step into the classroom. The new student is
dressed like a cowboy and, like many new students that have preceded him, might
be the target of ridicule by the Garden’s disciplinary committee. “Class,”
Quistis begins, “I would like to welcome a new student. His name is Irvine
Kinneas, and he’s just transferred from our Galbadia Garden affiliate.” Irvine
takes off his cowboy hat and bows in respect. “Nice to meet ya. I’m lookin’
forward to attending here, mostly because of the cuties I’ve seen so far!” The
students chuckle at his little joke. “That’s very nice Irvine (you perverted
little...). Now, you can take whichever seat is open.” Quistis points out only
one open space between pupils. It is a crowded class, and Irvine is having
trouble finding that place. Finally, the clear spot catches his eye, along with
a blonde student in a silver trench coat sitting next to it. Irvine shrugs and
makes his way to the seat.
“The new guy...... This must be my lucky day....,” the blonde remarks under
his breath while Irvine sits down next to him. “Howdy. Name’s Irvine.” He
sticks out his hand in hopes of a friendly shake. Instead, this boy gives him
an icy look. “I see....,” Irvine pulls his hand back sensing a slight aura of
resentment towards him. “Look, Irvine. I’m the head of the Disciplinary
Committee, and if you even think about screwing with me, think again....”
Irvine nods in response to the boy’s threat. “Um, do you have a name at least?”
This sends an unexpected shock down the boy’s spine. No one has ever been this
nonchalant with him. “Seifer,” the student whispers. “Seifer Almasy....”
“Well, Seifer. I’ll be sure not to piss you off. Thanks for the little tip.”
Irvine smiles and goes back to listening to Quistis’s lecture. Seifer thinks to
himself, “(This guy didn’t even flinch when I threatened him. Who is he...?
And why can’t I stop staring at him...?)” Time flies by and the bell rings as
Seifer is still caught in his thinking. He snaps out of his daydream and slicks
back his short, blonde hair.
As he is about to walk out of class, Seifer stops by to talk to the instructor.
“Quistis,” he begins, “I know this may sound weird coming out of me, but does
Irvine need a guide to show him around or something?” A bewildered look shadows
Quistis’s face, “(Seifer Almasy, being nice...?) I’m sorry Seifer, but I’ve
already assigned Squall to show Irvine around.” Quistis bids her student
farewell as she gathers her books and walks out of the classroom. Seifer’s face
shows a hint of disappointment. He clears his throat, smoothes out the wrinkles
in his silvery trench coat, and makes his way to the Garden’s cafeteria, making
sure to hide his inner feelings of being let down.
“Seifer!!! We saved a seat for you, ya know!” A familiar figure waves to
Seifer as he strolls into the cafeteria. Seifer grabs a tray and gets his lunch
when he spots his main rival Squall eating lunch with the new student Irvine. A
knot grows in his stomach and his face almost turns green with what appears to
be jealousy....? “SEIFER?” a female voice calls out. Seifer shakes his head in
disbelief and joins his co-committee members at the table. “Raijin? Fujin?
Can I let you guys in on a little secret?” Seifer’s voice whispers underneath
the constant cafeteria chatter. “Of course you can, ya know?!” Raijin’s voice
is always reassuring to the committee leader. “I think that new guy Irvine
is..... cute.” Raijin and Fujin just sit there in pure shock. They know that
Seifer goes both ways, but to be attracted to a cowboy?! Fujin breaks the
silence. “SHOCKED.” “Fujin’s right, ya know? It’s not like you to be mushy
over someone like him! Besides, it looks like he’s got another person in
mind......,” The three of them carefully look over to Irvine’s table and watch
him closely. When Irvine smiles it causes Seifer to melt on the inside. “Oh,
god..... He’s so hot!” Seifer whispers through his gritted teeth. He feels his
pants become a little tighter. Then Irvine gets up and clears the table of his
and Squall’s trays. They talk amongst themselves and leave the cafeteria area.
Raijin takes a napkin and proceeds to wipe the sweat beading on his friend’s
forehead. “Man, you do like him, ya know? I’ve never see you like this!”
Seifer grabs the napkin and throws it on the tray. “I gotta think of a way to
eliminate Squall from the picture. Then, Irvine will belong to me...” Seifer
lets an evil smirk cross his finely chiseled face as he leaves the cafeteria.
Raijin and Fujin sit back and stare at each other. “WEIRD....”
“You said it, Fujin, ya know?”
The afternoon classes come and go. When the final bell rings, the last of the
students shuffle back to their dorm rooms. Seifer has been unsuccessful in
separating Squall from Irvine. He has tried to coax, threaten, and embarrass
them into splitting apart, but all attempts are in vain. “(What does Irvine see
in that little wuss Squall? I’d give Irvine anything he wanted..... Money,
power, sex....)” Seifer chuckles as he imagines what he can do to please the
lovely Irvine Kinneas. “(I’d tie you down to my bed and give you the best
blowjob you’ve ever had.... Then, I’d cover you in whipped cream and....!)”
“Seifer!!!” a girl’s voice cries out, dissolving Seifer’s little fantasy. A
young girl in a yellow jumper tugs at Seifer’s coat. “What is it, Selphie?” he
groans. “You dropped this. You gotta be more careful!” Selphie hands Seifer a
chemistry textbook. “Yeah, um... thanks.”
“No prob. Hey, what were you mumbling about? I heard ‘whipped cream’ and I
thought that......”
“It’s nothing. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” Seifer walks off in the
opposite direction towards the dorms, leaving a puzzled Selphie behind.
“Whipped cream, Seifer....? You’re such a weirdo!” She giggles as she walks
away.
After a couple of hours of studying, Seifer calls it a night and closes his
textbooks. A yawn escapes his mouth as he prepares himself for bed. He
undresses and slips himself between the cool sheets. He shifts around until he
feels comfortable and finally drifts off to sleep. His last coherent thoughts
are of Irvine Kinneas.....
Suddenly, Seifer wakes up after what seems to be only a few moments. He
glances over at his clock but he cannot read the numbers. “Oh, man.... Must be
after midnight....,” he mumbles. He lays his head back on the pillow, but he is
unable to go back to sleep. Finally he decides to give up and go to the
training center. “Maybe some training’ll burn off this energy....” Seifer gets
dressed in his silver coat and matching pants and grabs his modified gunblade
before stepping out of his dorm. Like a cat on the prowl he makes his way to
the Training Grounds. He slips his key card through the slot, allowing him
access to the jungle within the school. An erratic rustling in the trees causes
an uneasy feeling in the young warrior. Suddenly, a shadow makes its way behind
Seifer, causing him to turn around abruptly. Within seconds Seifer Almasy is
looking down the barrel of a shotgun.
“What the FUCK?!?!?” Seifer curses as his vision focuses on the gun’s owner.
The sniper lowers the gun and drops it at his side. “Well, fancy meetin’ you
here,” the gunsmith replies. “Irvine?! It’s after midnight! What’re you doing
here?”
“The same thing you are. I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to come on down and
tire myself out. But havin’ you here changes things.....” Seifer cannot help
wondering what is going on in the sniper’s mind. “Did I miss something Irvine?”
Kinneas slowly walks toward Seifer. He then runs his fingers down between the
grooves in Seifer’s chest, making him shudder and drop his gunblade. “I saw how
you stared at me today. You tried to hide your feelings, but it didn’t work.
It’s obvious that you wanted me. Do you still feel that way..?” Hundreds of
thoughts flow through Seifer’s mind at once. “(This can’t be happening....)
Uhhh.... um.....”
“The fierce Seifer Almasy turned into a frightened little boy.....”
“Wha.....?”
“Yes, I’ve been told of your reputation. A fearless soldier with a taste for
discipline. But inside that harsh exterior lies a young man who wants to be
dominated.... I can smell it.” Irvine is within an inch of Seifer’s face,
their noses almost rubbing together. Seifer licks his lips in anxiety before
Irvine seizes them with his own. The kiss satisfies only a fraction of the lust
pinned up in Seifer. When he tries to slip off Irvine’s coat, his wrists are
grabbed by strong hands. “No, Seifer. I want to please you....” Almasy’s
clothing inexplicably melt off his body and pile into a heap on the ground. The
young, handsome sharpshooter lays Seifer down on the lush, fertile grounds.
Soon Irvine is unbuckling his belt and dropping it on the floor next to him.
Seifer foams at the mouth in anticipation. He swims in a sea of pure desire.
This is what he wants! Irvine plants several kisses down Seifer’s body as he
unzips his pants. He then reaches down and pulls out his firm, hot erection.
“Damn.....” Seifer whispers to himself, “he’s hung like a....!”
A finger rests itself on Seifer’s quivering lips. Irvine creeps up to him and
flashes a wicked smile. “You like what you see....? There’s more....” Kinneas
lifts up one of his pantlegs and reveals a bottle strapped to his cowboy boot.
He takes the bottle and squirts out the contents into his palm. “What’s that?”
Seifer asks.
“Gun oil,” Irvine responds, “I don’t want to hurt you, but I have no lubricant.”
“You mean you’re....?” Seifer smiles as he realizes what Irvine plans to do to
him. Irvine smoothes the fluid over his manhood, coating it completely. Almasy
wraps his legs around Irvine’s waist. With one gentle thrust Irvine slides
himself into his lover’s body. Seifer grunts with the new sensations that
saturate his body all at once. “(This feels...... good....),” Seifer thinks.
With every thrust he loses control and moans louder, not caring if the creatures
that inhabit the training grounds hear him. He scrounges the lush ground with
his hands, creating balls of dirt. Irvine pumps even faster as he feels himself
nearing his sensual apex. “Oh, yes!! Yes!!” Almasy screams at the tops of his
lungs. His body begins to shake. His loins tighten. He is about to shoot his
load when.....
He wakes up covered in sweat. He jerks his body up and looks at his
surroundings. He is back in his dorm room. “Dammit..... It was a dream!” He
glances over at the clock and sees that it is almost 8:00 in the morning. “Man,
you gotta admit it was one killer dream Almasy....,” he laughs to himself as he
reaches down to his crotch and notices he is a little.... soaked. “And a very
wet dream at that!” He drifts into the shower and washes the essence off his
firm torso. “Ahhh.... nothing like a hot shower... But why am I so damn
sore....?” He wonders as his legs throb with a dull, annoying pain. Seifer
shuts off the water, towels himself off, and gets dressed in his favorite
outfit. He walks out of his room and joins his friends Raijin and Fujin in the
library. “Any luck with Irvine, Seifer?” asks Raijin. “No, but I had the best
dream about him.....”
“TELL US.”
“It’s a little perverted, Fujin. I mean, it was a wet dream. But it was the
best I’ve ever had! Me and Irvine did it in the Training Center. Man, it was
incredible....”
“But it was only a dream, ya know? It wasn’t real....” Raijin and Fujin turn to
each other and nod. “It felt so real, though....” Seifer whispers to himself
when he spots Irvine walking into the library with his faithful tour guide
Squall. Almasy gets up, much to the surprise of his cohorts, and walks over to
Irvine and Squall. “Hey, Irvine,” Seifer kind of squeaks. “Hey. Um, Squall?
Could you go get me this book? I need to talk to him for a while.”
Squall nods in confusion and walks to the library help desk as Irvine is left
with Seifer. Kinneas leans over to Seifer’s face and whispers, “(Last night was
incredible.... Same time tonight?)” Almasy’s face turns beet red. “(I
thought..... last night..... No way...!)” Irvine flashes his smile. “(I look
forward to seeing you again. I know I won’t be disappointed.. Until then, my
love....)” He brushes his nose up against Seifer’s cheek and kisses it softly.
Raijin and Fujin are blown away at the spectacle. Squall comes back with
Irvine’s book and they walk out of the library. Seifer just stands there in
shock. Finally he speaks to all the gawking students, “What’re you looking at?”
The curious students all go back to their studies, but inside they long for the
outcome of this scenario. Seifer nods at Raijin and Fujin and they walk out to
enjoy their day off.
That evening Seifer feigns going to sleep at the last curfew bells. He sneaks
out with his gunblade, waving to faculty members and reassuring them he is only
going to the Training Center. When he trudges inside he scans the jungles for
someone other than the monstrous residents of the center. His eye catches a
figure with a shotgun in one hand and a small bottle of gun oil in the other.
He runs to the figure and kisses him passionately. “Glad you could make it.....
Are you ready...?” Seifer nods in desire and thinks, “(If this is another
dream... I don’t wanna wake up this time...!)”
-THE END