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Who: Squall and Seifer
What: Talking and grooming
Where: Infirmary, Balamb Garden
When: Mid afternoon
Rating: PG-13


Seifer had heard from Rinoa that Squall had been seriously hurt but he hadn't got the full story. After being sure Balthier had left, he headed into the infirmary, tapping the door beforehand. He'd brought Squall a little box of grapes, mostly because he heard you always bring grapes to someone in hospital. "Hey, you up for guests?"

Squall was propped up in a sitting position, with a whole bunch of pillows behind him, as well as one under his legs to allow better circulation in the numb limbs. He couldn't help but smile a little at Seifer. "Hey. Come in." He murmured, pointing to the chair by the bed.

Seifer walked in, running a hand through his hair before dropping the box of grapes on Squall's lap. "Y'know, always gotta bring grapes to hospitals, and stuff..." he mumbled, sitting in the chair and kicking his feet up on the bedside table. "So! What'd you go and do this time, genius?"

Squall looked at the grape box, half expecting Seifer to have eaten them all. He popped one in his mouth, sucking for a moment before chewing it. "Impaled myself on a pole." He murmured.

"How many times is that now, counting your first time at fifteen?" He teased, crossing his arms after stealing a grape and popping it in his mouth. "Where did you do a stupid thing like that?"

"Very fuuny, dumbass." Squall huffed, running a hand through his hair, grimacing at the greasy feeling. "I fell from the top of the Centra Ruins."

Seifer clapped his hands a few times, shaking his head with a laugh. "And the prize for dumbest injury ever goes to Squall Leonhart! Round of applause ladies and gentlemen!" He teased.

Squall sighed. "Yeah. Yeah. Laugh it up." He huffed, folding his arms across his chest.

Seifer chuckled, shaking his head. "It could be worse, kid. You coulda lost the use of these toothpicks you call legs," he joked before slapping a hand on Squall's leg.

Squall glared at Seifer, eyes dark and ice cold. "Get. Out." He growled. "Get the fuck out!!"

Seifer blinked a little, lowering his feet and frowning a moment later. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!?!"

"Get out! You heard me! If you only came here to mock me you can just fuck off!!"

Seifer frowned, finally realising what he'd done wrong. Slapping a hand over his eyes, he sighed long and heavy. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he cupped Squall's face in both hands, kissing his forehead. "I'm sorry... okay? No one told me..."

Squall's eyes were filled with unshed tears as he looked at Seifer, his own hands coming up to rest on top of Seifer's. "Sei... I..."

"Shh, it's okay." He curled his hands in Squall's and kissed the back of one of them before leaning in and kissing him on the lips. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

Squall swallowed hard, his lips trembling against the other man's. Those tears finally fell, rolling down his cheeks.

Seifer brushed away a few tears, running his hands through Squall's hair and drawing him into another kiss. "Is there anything I can do?" He whispered against his lips.

Squall choked back his tears and shook his head. "There's nothing anyone can do." He murmured, gaze falling to his lap.

Seifer rested their foreheads together, sighing gently. "So, nothing going on with your legs at all? No feeling or anything?"

"No feeling." Squall confirmed, guiding Seifer's hand to where the bndages covered his injury. "From here, down."

Seifer kept his hand light, making sure he put no pressure at all on the wound. "All... all of down there?" He blinked down at Squall's groin before looking at his face again.

Squall nodded, turning his gaze away slightly. "Yeah..." He muttered, scrunching his nose up a little. "Looks like you'll have to find yourself a new fuckbuddy."

"Nah, I can still have my fun," he teased, hooking an arm around Squall's neck and nuzzling his ear. "Stupid brat. I am not about to up and leave when you're in this mess."

"Heh. Only because you know I could still kick your ass, even in a wheelchair. I'll be at perfect knee-capping height..."

Seifer laughed softly and nuzzled a little more. "You stink." He teased, giving Squall's greasy hair a playful tug. "Want me to give you a sponge bath~?"

Squall smiled softly at Seifer. "That'd be nice, Nurse Almasy. Be gentle with me." He purred.

Seifer laughed and slipped off his white trenchcoat, moving to the nearest sink and filling a basin with warm water, putting some soap in it and grabbing a washcloth. Sitting back on the bed, with the bowl on the bedside table, Seifer wrang out the cloth before beginning to scrub gently and Squall's chest and neck.

Squall couldn't help but purr and coo as Seifer washed him. It felt so nice to be able to get clean. "Sei... Can I ask a favour?" He murmured, lifting his gaze to meet the other's.

"I am not wearing a nurse's uniform." He joked, smoothing the cloth over Squall's shoulder and down his arm.

Squall gave Seifer a light shove. "Idiot." He smiled a little. "No... Keep an eye on Rin and Loire for me? If she needs a spare pair of hands... be there?"

"Sure thing, princess." He murmured, leaning in to steal a kiss before dipping the cloth in the water. "Where now? I don't wanna go about moving you and causing damage..."

Squall sat up further, wincing a little. "Ngh... my back? I feel like I've been sleeping in a pool of grime and blood..."

Reaching around Squall, he kept him propped forward with one hand as he reached around and cleaned him up with the cloth in his other hand. "I'll go find some shampoo and fix that mess of hair you got going there, if you want." He murmured.

Squall smiled softly. "I'd like that." He ran a hand through those chocolate coloured locks, slicking them upwards with the grease that coated them.

"Squall. That's gross." He chuckled and settled the teen back in the bed before heading to refil the basin, rummaging through the Doctor's cupboards and finding some shampoo. "I'm probably gonna soak the heck outta ya..." he mumbled, scrambling to sit on the metal headboard, having Squall's head between his knees as he scooped water over his hair, holding the basin underneath it.

Squall gave a slight laugh as Seifer wet his hair. "Kinda looked like Zell's hair, hm? Only greasy and not fluffy..."

"Zell's hair defies logic. Kinda like that punk kid with the Key that stalks around like he owns the place," He mumbled, filling his palm with shampoo before running his fingers through that hair.

Squall purred softly, closing his eyes. "Sora? Heh. He's a good kid, really. We'd be stuck without him. This whole Heartless mess."

"Yeah, well, from what I heard, he's been boxed up in the basement. Something about an Anti-Form..." He murmured, massaging Squall's scalp.

Squall blinked his eyes open, staring up at Seifer. "What?? Say that again??" He asked, shifting to sit up more.

Seifer continued rubbing his hands through Squall's hair. "What? Rumour is, some silver-haired kid and some blonde kid took that pipsqueak down to the basement."

Squall gave an annoyed sigh. "Gods~ I need to get out of this bed. I gotta get back to work!!"

"You can't, kid. You gotta put up with this amazing shampooing I'm doing." He murmured, scratching gently at Squall's scalp with his nails.

Squall couldn't help but purr again as Seifer worked his scalp. He settled down again, once more closing his eyes. "But once you've finished... then I have to get back to work..."

"You aren't going anywhere. I can deal with the basics, Squall. Just let yourself recover, alright?" He sighed slightly, beginning to rinse out those locks.

"What about Sora? He needs fixing... And the war... it can't win itself. I can't just lay here doing nothing. I need to get back on my feet and get out there and fight."

"You need to shut the heck up and listen to me, brat." He finished washing the suds from Squall's hair then crossed the room and grabbed a towel, beginning to rub Squall's hair dry. "You're gonna rest here. Sora's friends can fix him. The war will be won, whether you're on the frontline or the sideline."

Squall blinked up at Seifer, giving him a soft, gentle smile. "Maybe I need something to keep me quiet." He teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh? And what exactly would that be, huh? You got yourself some grapes. Fill your trap with those." He teased back, smirking at him.

Squall popped one of those grapes in his mouth, curling his tongue around it suggestively. "A grape. My thoughts exactly." He purred.

Seifer quirked an eyebrow, leaning in and slipping his tongue in to lick at that grape before nipping Squall's lip. "You're in no shape to do anything with that mouth, Leonhart."

Squall kissed Seifer hard. "My mouth is about the only thing in working order." He murmured.

Seifer shifted to straddle Squall, holding his face in both hands, slipping his tongue between those lips with a growl of affection.

Squall rested his hands on Seifer's sides, spidering his fingertips slowly. He curled his own tongue around Seifer's, purring into the kiss.

His hands trailed back to that wet hair hand he purred back, soon breaking the kiss. "You're not supposed to be doing this. You're supposed to be relaxing."

"Heh. It's never stopped you before." Squall murmured, pulling Seifer back into the kiss.

Seifer made a quiet noise into the kiss, sliding and curling his tongue over the teen's, his fingers threading through Squall's hair.

Squall slipped his fingers under Seifer's vest, caressing his abs lightly as he kissed back firmly.

Seifer broke the kiss, panting softly and resting his forehead against Squall's. "...we can't, Squall. You need rest." He murmured.

"... You don't want a blowjob from a cripple, is what you mean... right?" Squall asked avoiding eye contact with Seifer.

"Don't talk complete fucking nonsense all your life, Squall. Take a day off once in a while." He grasped a handful of Squall's hair and yanked his head back, biting at his neck. "Mnn... you're as sexy as always... I just don't wanna take advantage of you."

Squall gasped softly, his Adam's apple trembling against his throat. "Isn't that the way it's always been between us?"

"I never once took advantage if you were sick. And you know that." He murmured, sliding his tongue up Squall's throat before nipping his chin.

Squall purred, threading his hands through Seifer's hair. "I'm not sick. I'm disabled. There's a difference."

"You've still got one gods almighty gaping fucking hole in your body, Squall. We'll wait until that wound is gone before I go about fucking your mouth, alright?" He chuckled and nuzzled Squall's ear.

Squall let out a sudden laugh, clinging to Seifer softly. "I'm surprised you don't want to fuck that hole instead." He teased, running his hands over Seifer's chest.

"I'll do a lot of depraved stuff but I am not gonna do that." He chuckled and nipped at Squall's ear. "You gotta get better soon, okay?"

Squall gave a nod. "Yeah. You know me. I'll be back to normal in no time!" He replied, shootin Seifer a smile that didn't meet his eyes.

Seifer curled his arms around Squall's shoulders and kissed him again. "I don't think I've ever been this friendly without gaining something. You're gonna have to make up for it when you're not bleeding from your innards."

"The best blowjob you've ever experienced!" Squall promised, nuzzling into Seifer gently. "And if I never find my feet again, then... you can have Lionheart."

"Don't talk crap, Squall. That's Loire's, and you know it. If you never find your feet, you can talk him through losing to me." He teased, nuzzling a little in response.

"Lose? Pft. You know I could kick your ass anytime, anywhere... well... not literally at the moment... since I can't kick..."

"Oh, Squall, don't look down on everything. At least you're alive, alright? Loire needs his dad, not a headstone in the graveyard." He murmured, hugging Squall close.

"I guess..." Squall murmured, stuffing a grape into Seifer's mouth.

Seifer coughed slightly before chewing it. "You gotta be positive, alright." He murmured, climbing off the bed and settling back into the chair, after pulling on his coat.

"Positive. Right." Squall gave a nod and settled back against his pillows, slipping his hands under the blanket to rub his legs.

"Hey. If you're masturbating under there, I'm outta here." He joked, kicking his feet up on the table again, crossing his arms.

Squall rose an eyebrow. "Oh yes. Oh Seifer. Oh baby. Oh baby." He murmured in his best monotone voice.

Seifer snorted before laughing and nudging his boot against Squall's jaw. "Brat." He purred, settling into his chair.

"Yeah. But you love me." Squall replied, rubbing his legs more, running his hands along his hip bones.

"Hah... I wouldn't go that far. You're alright... I can stand you for a while." He murmured, smiling at him.

Squall returned the smile. It was close enough for him. He pulled out a few of the pillows from behind himself so he was laid down more. "I'll get through this, right?"

Seifer shifted to sit forward, fixing the pillows and petting Squall's hair. "You get through everything else. Why should this be any different?" He replied, leaning down to kiss him softly.

Squall returned the kiss, closing his eyes as he nuzzled the pillows. "MAybe I'll run out of strength?"

"You're Squall Fucking Leonhart. Don't give me that bullshit." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Squall's ear. "I'll be back later, baby," he whispered.

Squall gave a nod and hugged one of the spare pillows to himself. "Okay... I'll see you later, Sei. Thanks... for visiting. It means a lot. And for washing my hair!"

Seifer moved to stand, smiling softly. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it." He chuckled before heading to the door, looking back at Squall once before leaving.

Squall soon nuzzled into the pillows, quickly drifting into a contented sleep.