Title:Sublime Animosity
Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Drama. Maybe slight angst.
Pairing/s: SeiferxSquall, implied IrvinexSquall in this chapter.
Summary: Bad boy Seifer Almasy enrolled into Balamb High, stealing and breaking hearts. But then a certain individual captures his eye; and despite what others say about him, Seifer is curious and determined to meet this boy. But will they get along?
Disclaimer: I DON'T EVEN OWN MY OWN SANITYYYYY :D
Notes: Er, lots of lameness in this chapter? And queerness too, and Squall is weird.
Warnings: YAOI, High School AU, OOC-ness, Swearing.
Chapter Four
Only Real Men Wear Make Up.
"Say, Almasy…" the model started, Seifer turning to him with undivided attention. Cocking his head to the side, Irvine gave a dashing grin, "How about a photo shoot with me?"
"Honestly?" Seifer was honoured as Irvine smiled with a gracious wink. Of course he was willing to share his charm with the world. Fame would be a good thing in his books, and of course, the money that would come with it. Seifer felt complied to take the offer and smirked arrogantly. With confidence of his dashing good looks, he opened his mouth to accept the offer, but an odd screech stopped him from doing so. Both the model and the blond student stared at Squall, who had his hand clapped over his mouth.
Releasing his lips slowly, the brunet stepped forward over to Irvine with a face of dead seriousness. This unnerved the model slightly, but he kept his questioning face.
"Irvine, you can't," Squall stated, more than pleaded. He shot Seifer a dangerous leer and pulled Irvine behind a screen. Almasy watched as Squall led the star away, knowing full well the reason why. Squall pinched the bridge of his nose in silence, Irvine patiently waiting for his statement. Looking up at violet eyes, Squall took a breath.
"I want Almasy out of this building," the brunet demanded with a deadly whisper. Before Irvine to reason, Squall continued in the same quiet tone, "I will not have that brute wearing my clothes."
The model chuckled and smiled, placing his hand on Squall's shoulders. Squall was startled as Irvine began pushing and marching him out from behind the screen, and into view again. Collecting the clothing into his arms, Irvine marched the poor brunet up to the large blond and patted him on the back as a friendly gesture.
"Squall," he started, "To be a professional, you need to be accepting, darlin'."
The dark teenager looked as he would kill himself. Squall refused to meet either Irvine or Almasy's gaze. A piece of dark cloth was draped over Seifer's shoulders and Irvine stepped back to inspect it, hand on his chin. Squall watched with annoyance as Irvine did his work, Seifer performing grand poses.
"What do you think, Squall?" the star asked, patting the material down, "Is it his colour?"
'Of course it's not,' Squall's mind wanted to answer. He knew Irvine's tricks; the model was using ways to tempt the young fashion designer into somehow contributing his opinion. Irvine knew that Squall was quite the perfectionist, and sometimes acts obsessively if unperfected things annoyed him enough.
"Whatever," Squall muttered, choosing his alternative answer, "I want him out now."
Irvine flashed a malicious grin, slipping the material off Seifer and throwing it into Squall's arms. The brunet glared silently at the star's reaction; this obviously was not a good sign.
"I expect Seifer to be dressed and transformed in twenty minutes," Irvine ordered, a professional voice replacing his own; and as Squall about to protest, the celebrity delivered the final blow, "If not, you can forget about the Chinese silk that I ordered. How long have you been waiting for it? Three months, am I right?"
Squall froze in place, his long fingers clutching the cloth in anger. Bloody blackmail; he hated how malicious Irvine's mind could work. He raised his chin with pride, eyes narrowed dangerously. Squall wanted to challenge the star's statement, but he knew Irvine was serious about his threat. A moody aura surrounded the teenager and he walked away with a deadly calm pace. Irvine motioned for Almasy to follow, who was more than thrilled to comply.
Squall rounded around towards a dressing table with an enormous mirror, blinding lights decorating the frame. Seifer leisurely took a seat as Squall silently fumbled around. As Squall walked up to the broad man, he took disgust towards the brute's filthy clothing. He bit his lower lip and knitted his eyebrows in concentration before lifting a delicate hand and snapping his long fingers. True to the speed of sound, Squall and Seifer was flocked with many, offering a range of make up. The brunet carefully chose several cases and equipment before dismissing the group. They all ran off, eying Seifer with delicious leers. Almasy smirked.
Frowning down at the blond, Squall slammed the make up on the table top; the loud smack of glass against wood startled Seifer from his flirtatious mood. Squall's calm face remained, but his deadly, cold eyes suggested his patience should not be tempted. Seifer's green eyes watched as Squall nimble hands twist, flip and slide open all the containers in a fluid motion.
"Go wash up," Squall told Seifer quietly, not wanting to make a conversation. He pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "Shower if you must, but make it quick. I'll present your clothes later."
"Wash up?" Seifer repeated, looking at the bathroom's direction. Squall held his cold gaze.
"You're filthy," he stated as-a-matter-of-fact, "Don't make me repeat myself."
"As you command, Princess," Seifer obliged, pushing up from the seat. He trudged towards the bathroom, feeling Squall's hardened eyes on his back. Just before the entrance, the blond turned around, "Care to join me?"
Squall almost dropped the make up onto the floor, containers falling across the table. With everything secure in his arms as he leaned across the table to catch an escaping lipstick, Squall glared over his shoulder in Almasy's direction. The blond laughed gleefully at the reaction before entering the bathroom.
Squall faltered and succumbed into a chair, pinching the bridge of his nose again. His face burned with a blush at Seifer's statement and he tried to cool himself down through deep breaths. Opening his eyes, Squall wandered over to his dropped bag and rummaged through it, pulling out a water bottle. He paced around the room and took several sips. Honestly, he had to his revenge on Irvine. The man could be so evil whenever he wishes.
The young artist wondered why such bad luck had befallen him on such an important day of photo productions. Does some almighty being from above take glee in his frustrations? It irritated Squall how Seifer suddenly came barging into his private life on their first day of introduction. It had barely been a day since Almasy had arrived and what was worse, the arrogant blond already caught Squall off guard one too many times with lecherous remarks.
"This is pretty good material."
Squall jumped and pivoted on the spot, his face catching into a piece of crimson satin. Flustered, the brunet pulled it off and found himself facing one of Almasy's arrogant grins. Squall chocked on his water as soon as he discovered Almasy was stark naked, save the decent towel around his waist. He managed to stop his face from flushing darkly as he closed his eyes slowly and turned away, falling victim to a coughing fit.
After regaining his breath, the younger teenager dropped into a seat, but still refused to look at Seifer's naked frame dripping with water. "What are you doing?" he managed to hiss, fingers clawing at hairdresser's scissors left on the tabletop, tempted to gauge the blond's heart out. Seifer crooned at Squall's distressed behaviour.
"Well, the clothes weren't there after I finished my shower," Seifer grinned, moving to stand right in front of Squall. The brunet looked up and tensed when he was faced with the blond's crotch. Whirling around, Squall leapt off his chair and scurried to the other side of the room.
"Stay there," Squall ordered, his calm voice betrayed by his pink cheeks. He hurried off in a random direction and skidded behind a pillar to catch his breath. Glaring to himself, Squall mentally scolded his reactions, feeling awfully stupid at the moment. It took him only a few seconds to compose his stature before he stepped out from behind the pillar and made his way back to the dressing room where Seifer waited; but as soon as he returned, Seifer was nowhere to be found. Panic rushing through the stressed brunet, he chewed his lip and flew outside the door.
"Relax, Leonhart," Almasy chuckled, cat-like eyes glinting with amusement, "I was just in the walk-in closet."
Squall peered back into the room to see Seifer in all his naked glory. The brunet, to Seifer's disappointment, remained expressionless. Squall commanded Almasy to sit down and stay there like an obedient dog. Seifer did as he was told, but unnecessarily sat with his legs spread in a manly manner. Squall wanted to commit double homicide then and there. He entered the closet and flicked through his many designs, wondering which of his clothing he would sacrifice with the obnoxious brute. A labelled suit bag caught his attention and he pulled it out, skimming through the note on the front.
'I think that this would suit Seifer rather nicely, love Irvine.'
"Traitor," Squall sneered, opening the suit bag. His anger was fuelled when he discovered it to be one of his latest creations, one of those he favoured. Squall buried his face into the material, feeling the need to release his stress.
"Does it really feel that nice?"
Seifer grinned as he saw Squall's narrow shoulders jolt at the sound of his voice. Removing his face from the clothing, Squall didn't dare turn around. Although, Seifer's close contact made it difficult for him to restrain his irritation. The brunet was startled when Seifer leaned over him, his chest pressing against his back.
"Is that for me?" Seifer asked innocently, but Squall knew otherwise. Feeling a warm breath against his cheek, Squall muttered a forced, "Yes."
The blond was again disappointed when the usually quiet teenager did not react in the slightest at the act of invading his personal space. Squall kept his face hidden as he passed the costume over to Seifer and slipped quickly past the larger male.
Squall occupied himself over the make up as he waited for Seifer to get changed. He glared at his reflection before rubbing his tired eyes. Squall would have the Chinese silk within his possession even if it kills him, or worse; such as working with Seifer. The closet door creaked open and Seifer stepped out, flourished with rich crimson and pale fiery colours.
"You really have a thing for belts, Leonhart," Seifer mused, strapping a third belt across his waist as he observed the many other leather straps adorning Squall. "The one for whips and chains, are you?"
"Sit down," Squall sneered, turning to the blond; and he stared. Hyne damn bloody Irvine to hell. Why did the damned model always have to be right? Pursing his lips, Squall leered at Seifer with icy eyes, "Remind me to burn that after. You look awful."
"I think I'm sexy enough for your designs, Leonhart. Irvine seems to believe so," Seifer sighed in a tone that could be taken as hurt, "You really are too cruel."
"Try me," Squall challenged dryly, waiting for Seifer to take his seat. Squall flicked out foundation powder and applied it to a professional's brush. "Close your eyes," he said quietly. Seifer took Squall's honest and polite tone into account and obeyed. Before the brush reached Seifer's face, Squall's hand twitched with restraint. He glared down at Seifer's calm expression with cold, cold eyes, and Almasy felt a little insecure. Squall forced himself not to stab the blond in the face.
The soft bristles against Seifer's skin were rather soothing, and he found the make up to be rather light, surprisingly. Almasy opened his eyes when he heard Squall snap the foundation powder shut.
"I didn't tell you to open you eyes," Squall muttered irritably, fumbling around for eye shadow. The blond looked at Squall's features and pondered.
"Do you wear make up, Leonhart?"
"No."
This surprised Seifer slightly. In fact, it was a wonder really. Squall moved forward and motioned for Seifer to close his eyes. A gentle brush swept across Seifer's eyelids and he could feel a small wisp of Squall breath on his face. As much as a little queer Seifer felt at the moment, he had to admit that applying make up to one's face is quite nice. Seifer chuckled to himself at the thought.
"What are you laughing about?" Squall accused, pulling back. Seifer looked at the brush held delicately in Squall's hand and grinned.
"I feel like a fucking fag right now," he jested, and he stopped for a second, "Is that pink you're making me wear?"
"Its alizarin, not pink," Squall leered, putting the eye shadow to one side. Almasy laughed for a brief moment, feeling his manliness dropping a few notches. Seifer could never understand how people have the ability to tell one shade from the other.
"Close your eyes aga-"
"MISTER LEONHART, SIR!" a distressed redhead burst through the door. The door flung open, catching Squall in the back, causing him to stumble and fall into the arms of Seifer Almasy. This caught Seifer by surprise too, who was also not ready, nor expecting a lap full of Leonhart.
"Am I interrupting something?" the redhead squeaked, trembling and flushing.
"No!" the two teenagers denied in unison and the young woman flustered, continuing on much to the two's relief.
"Mister Leonhart, sir," she repeated in a hurried and panicked tone, "We have a problem with Irvine. I think he h-"
Squall pushed away from Seifer and sped out the door, "Alicia, have Neil's team complete Almasy's hair and makeup."
The woman nodded and told Seifer to stay calm and stay right where he was before slipping out of sight. It was only a few moments until a flood of people packed the room and treated Seifer's body like he was a god. Overwhelmed, Seifer was, but very pleased at the same time.
"Squall, I've… we've got such a terrible crisis," Irvine moaned, a bottle of wine left next to the star. Squall thought it would be wise to pry the alcohol away from the model and he stored it away from sight. Squall sighed and folded his arms, awaiting the terrible news. Sobering up for a moment, Irvine turned on his chair to face Squall.
"Your collection, Siren, has been lost."
Squall stared; his entire body had gone rigid. The young teenager trembled with disbelief. He backed into the wall, his breathing a little heavy. "H-how?"
"Just kidding! I just wanted you to get me a fruit salad, darlin'!" Irvine laughed, his expression brightening up in an instant. Squall felt the urge to kill as the star grinned at the poor deceived teenager, "And you said I couldn't act, Squall darlin'. Despite by career change, I'm still a movie star."
Squall dropped to the floor, heart beating with anguish and relief. He glared at Irvine with a stare so icy that the model felt his insides freeze up a little. Perhaps such a joke was not well played against the dangerous teenager. Irvine felt insecure when Squall swaggered to his feet and tried his best charming smile.
"You don't have you get me that fruit salad!" he said hurriedly, in case it calmed the brunet. Squall's expression was as emotionless as ever.
"No, its fine," the brunet mumbled, walking out the door with regained composure, "I cannot guarantee that it won't be poisoned."
Seifer felt like the emperor of the world with people under his command, performing everything of his every whim. He had seen himself in the mirror, and was shocked; not in the sense of horror, but he never would have thought he could appear in such a style. It was creative beyond his tastes, but it suited him quite well. While the make up was bold, it was of natural colours. Colours Squall had chosen…
That's it, Leonhart was definitely queer.
Seifer's attention was adverted when he heard Irvine being announced to the set. Indeed the model look handsome, a long coat and beautiful accessories adorned the man. There was a mysterious aura in the man's atmosphere. It felt exciting.
He watched at Squall carefully and artistically create an elegant theme on Irvine's face. Dark, thick eyeliner surrounding Irvine's eye allowed his violet orbs to stand out; Squall indeed knew what he was doing. From a distance, the blond noticed something in Squall. The young brunet looked so natural standing there, freely making Irvine into a masterpiece. The frown was no longer on his lips, but he wasn't smiling either.
"Infatuated, are we?" Irvine called out to Seifer from the stage. One of his eyes was open to peer at Seifer, lips curling at the corners. Squall frowned, forced Irvine's head to tilt upwards, warning to model not to move. Seifer smirked, brushing off the make up artist and strolling up to Irvine in his heavy leather boots.
"Maybe just a bit," he agreed honestly, the studio lights hitting the blond like a holy beam of light. Having Seifer stand next to Irvine in such a tasteful appearance caused almost everyone in the building to swoon and faint. After all, their job was their passion and what a masterpiece they have made. Squall had to admit to being impressed, but his mask off indifference did not slip in the slightest.
Squall slipped away as soon as the cameraman called for attention and Irvine automatically slipped into model mode. Seifer had the impression of a vampire theme from the type of clothing they both wore, and especially the make up; bright eyes and pale skin.
Damn, he looked fabulous.
The few first shots were awkward at first; the flashes of light burned his retinas, and the poses didn't quite come to him, but it soon became more natural. The photographer groaned and dropped his camera disappointedly, the device dangling around his neck. It caught even Irvine by surprise; had they done something wrong?
"There's something not quite right," the photographer mused to himself. His accent was thick, but easily understood. He paced around in a circle, lost in his own head. "There's something missing."
"What?" Irvine asked curiously, inspecting himself. In return, the cameraman shook his head waving a dismissive hand.
"No, no, no. As lovely as you both appear, the photos are missing some spark… Something like…" he paused from a long moment, trying to find the word he had lost, "Something more delicious, perhaps playful. Appealing and dangerous is what I want."
"Appealing and dangerous?" Irvine repeated very slowly, nodding his head to his words. The model resumed the center stage, most likely understanding what the photographic artist had explained.
"Remove the coats," Squall spoke up, deadpan. All attention turned onto the brunet. He shrugged disinterestedly, folding his arms. "Remove the coats," he repeated. It took Seifer several seconds to register the reason, but Irvine immediately followed Squall's suggestion. He dumped the jacket onto the floor and his beautiful chest was revealed to the world. His co-workers screamed with delight.
"You look ridiculous," Squall insulted, jogging up to the stage. Scooping up the discarded clothing, Squall motioned for Irvine to put it on again. Irvine sighed.
"I just took it off."
"Put it on," Squall ordered and eventually, Irvine obeyed. About to button up the coat, Squall stopped him and instead slipped the coat over Irvine's shoulders so the jacket now clung to the model's arms and back, leaving his chest and shoulders to be revealed. Squall stepped back a few paces to observe his artistry.
"It's perfect!" the photographer cried out from the side, his camera ready in his eager hands. Satisfied with the cameraman's reaction, Squall looked at Seifer in silence. Seifer understood Squall's ordered and moved to undo the buttons. The blond found it a hard time unbuttoning his coat and Squall grew impatient. Knocking Almasy's hands out of the way, Squall nimbly undid the row of buttons, forcibly spun the blond around and ripped the coat off his back. It all happened in a blur for Seifer; but he was pleased to be undressed by a pretty brunet.
Squall draped the jacket over Seifer's shoulders, so it hung there, signifying the broadness of Seifer's frame. A team of fashion artists catcalled and jeered at the blond rather playfully. Seifer was about to grin at them, but Squall's hands almost choked him as they spun him around. He looked down at the brunet, who seemed quite small compared to him. Squall paid his face no attention, his hands smoothing out the creases of Seifer's coat and straightening the accessories that dangled from it. Pulling back, Squall did not even look at Irvine as he walked off the set, taking his place next to the photographer once more with an expressionless face, excluding his eyes of ice.
Another round of camera flashes was made.
"You can keep it."
"Honestly?" Seifer asked in awe, looking down at the fashionable coat.
"WHAT?"
Both Irvine and Seifer stared at Squall, who was also surprised by his own outburst. Calmly sitting back down, the brunet resumed to his drink and Irvine snickered, idly stirring his lemon and lime bitter.
"Sure," Irvine answered Seifer's question, "Think of it as gift from Squall and I."
Squall muttered darkly from his spot, eying Almasy venomously. Standing up, Irvine snugged his beloved cowboy hat onto his head and flipped Seifer a crème card. "My contacts," Irvine grinned when Seifer reached over to pick it up, "Feel free to have a shoot with us. Squall would be delighted."
Squall shot the model a warning glare and both Irvine and Seifer smirked in unison. Irvine took one long last drink from his glass and shook Seifer's hand, patting him on the shoulder.
"Tell Selphie-babe and Zell my regards, darlin'," Irvine reminded the brunet and he turned away to the long corridor. Squall suddenly shot up from his seat, dragging his bag with him. Seifer watched the leather-clad teenager run up Irvine and initiated a small conversation. The teenager quickly pulled out a package and small box from his bag and carefully handed them over to Irvine. It took a few moments for Irvine to unwrap the presents and as he did so, his expression brightened.
Seifer watched with shock when Irvine suddenly backed Squall against the wall and kissed him fully on the lips then and there. He never noticed his own drink spilling onto his lap.
Aha D That's right. I'mma bit of an IrvinexSqually fan.
But you gotta admit, there were some SeiferxSquall hints, with Seifer hitting on the poor moody Squall in his naked glory.
Ah yes, and to Cloudface, thanks for pointing out my mistake. The last chapter was written on different days… and yes, you can see how I went wrong. Thank you again! And also to Cold Drake Queen; there, you wanted them shirtless, I gave you... Well, near-shirtless xD
Please review and ESPECIALLY point out mistakes I can fix D:
I don't have a beta xD