Disclaimer: FFVIII belongs to Squaresoft.. blah, blah, blah...

Warnings: just bad language and some violence in this chapter, but yaoi (Seifer x Squall) later...


-Chapter One-

You ever had something you'd never, ever part with? Something that meant the whole world to you? Something you just couldn't live without? I did.....That's right , I 'DID'... As in 'used to'... past fucking tense. I no longer have it. Why? Because some mother fucker decided that they wanted to take it. They wanted to put my fucking heart on the line to see how far I'd go. Well, I would've gone to the ends of the mother fucking earth if I would've gotten that chance. But I didn't.

I've had my grandfather's car for about four years. It was one of those classic cars, you know? From, like, the middle 1900's. This one was a 1956 Buick. It was all white with a black roof and really shiny silver hubcaps and bumpers and shit. The seats were real leather and to this day, remained undamaged. My favorite thing; it purred like a kitten. We called it Loretta. God, it was so beautiful.

My grandfather would always take me and my best friend, Mark, across the state of Ohio and back again in it. And it broke down only once, but that's because we accidentally ran over a dog. That's about the only memory I have of him since he died six years ago of a fucking heart attack. At first, he willed the car over to my much older brother, Ian. But when he went off to college in 1990, he'd just left it there in the driveway. I hated seeing it rotting and rusting away. About 8 years later, I voiced my objection and since I was old enough to handle it, my folks handed Loretta over to me. I washed her down good and with a couple of cans of white and black paint, I made her look as good as new. Guess what. She still purred.

When I finally went off to Central State University in 2001, I took the car with me. The only problem I had with that; where the hell was I gonna keep a forty-five year old car so that it didn't attract any attention? I took it up with the principle.

***August, 2001***

'Uh....Mr. Crawford?'

'Come in, son, and have a seat.'

I did.

'Now, how may I help you, son?'

'Um, Sir... I have a big favor to ask...'

'What is it, son?'

Why did he keep calling me that?

'Well, I have a car, but I have no place to, uhh, park it.'

'What's wrong with the parking lot?'

'No, nothing, sir... But this car means a lot to me, sir and I'd appreciate it if you'd let me put it someplace where only I can reach it.'

'What?' He raised an eyebrow.

'I said that I'd appreciate it if--'

'No, I heard you when you said that.'

Then why the hell did you ask me what?

'What's your name, son?'

'Seifer Almasy, sir.'

'Ahh... Are you related to Ian Almasy, by any chance?'

'Yes, sir. He's my brother.'

'He was such a good student.'

Why does any of this shit matter?


'What kind of car is it, son?'

'A 1956 Buick, sir.'

'All right,' he stood up and walked around the desk and stood in front of me, 'Since your brother was such a great student, I'm expecting that you're the same.'

'Yes, sir.'

'And I'm giving you the benefit of doubt despite that mischievous look on your face.' He touched my chin.

'Yes, sir.'

'Where's your dorm room, son?'

'Uhh.. 3b, sir.'

'Great. I'm going to allow you to keep it in the faculty parking lot near your dorm and I'll give you a key. Is that okay?'

'Yes, Thank you, sir.'

'One slip, and It's out.' He warned.

'Yes, sir.'

'Is that all?' he questioned.

'Yes, sir. Thank you.' I stood up to leave.

'And, Seifer?'

'Yes sir?'

'Don't disappoint me, son.' He winked.

'Of course not, sir.'

Two days later, I was called back to his office and was given a key to faculty parking lot (yeah, it was locked) and I moved Loretta in. It was kinda hard getting past the two security officers, but when I flashed my keys and my ID, they let me through. Yeah, they all stared, but I was like touch my fucking car, and that's your ass. Besides, I'm 6'2 and nobody fucks with a giant!

Anyways, I had been at Central State for about a year and loved it. I still drove Loretta around the city from time to time and she had become a respectable car with my friends.

"Damn, man. Can I drive it?" David was saying to me when we hopped out.

"I don't think so. I told you a million times--"

" 'Touch my fucking car and that's my ass', I know, I know."

"That's right, David. And besides, I have a class in a couple of minutes." I gathered my books and schoolbag. We walked to the building.

"Umm... I'll see ya lata, Seifer," he said when we walked in the doors. He waved and took off down the hall. I looked at my watch. I was five minutes late. Time does fly when your having fun. I raced up to the second floor to my classroom and walked in just as the door was closing.

"My, my, Mr. Almasy. Late again, I see." I cringed.

"Sorry, Trepe, it won't happen again." I made my way over to an empty seat in the back. All eyes were on me.

"Mr. Almasy! You said that yesterday and the day before that! When is your constant tardiness going to cease?"

"When you actually start teaching me something," I said under my breath. The students closest to me giggled.

"What was that?" She slammed her discipline baton hard on her desk, causing me to jump.

"Nothing, Miss Trepe. I'm sorry for the disturbance," I said sincerely.

"OK then," she said and the whole class turned back around. "OK, class. Who knows what--"

I deftly ignored my teacher's everlasting dullness and pulled out a magazine, Weapons Monthly. I was reading an article about how well Ultra flamesabers functions when I felt like someone was watching me. Sure enough, when I looked up, I saw that it was Squall Leonhart, the shy, quiet brunette who had been eyeing me intently. Of course when I noticed, he blushed and looked down at his lap. I smirked, looked at him for a few more seconds, and continued to read my magazine.

I was half sleep when the bell rang and I picked up my stuff and headed to my room to study for the Physics test I had in two days. I hated that fucking subject, but I needed to pass this next test if I didn't want to fail the class. I was halfway through the fifth chapter when I heard a soft growling noise coming from outside. I looked out of my window, but I couldn't see anything. I hopped out of bed and went outside and noticed that the noise was coming from the faculty parking lot. I took out my key and opened the gates and I saw that someone was driving Loretta. What the hell...

"Hey! What the hell do you thing you're doing in my car?" I yelled. The figure driving the car turned to look at me. He was in the middle of a turn and he slammed into the wall and came to an abrupt stop with a loud shatter. Oh my fucking God. He crashed Loretta! I ran up to the vehicle and saw a head of tousled brown hair resting on the steering wheel. He picked up his head and looked at me, his gray eyes seemed to peer through me. I noticed that he had a small cut on his forehead. "Squall?"

"I'm sorry," he whispered weakly, opening the door.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled again, hysterical. He only walked pass me, groaning. I roughly caught his wrist and yanked him so that he faced me. I forced my arm around to hold his back. "Answer me, godamnit!" I snarled.

He cringed and looked away. I knew I was hurting him, but I didn't give a shit. "I...I needed t-to get away..." He struggled to release himself, but I held on.

"And fuck up my car in the process?" I bellowed. He looked up at me through tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry....." he whispered again.

"You're sorry?" I laughed loudly, causing him to flinch. "You just killed my grandfather's fucking car!"

"I'm sorry....."

"Stop saying you're sorry, because I know you're not!" I looked at him calmly, then flung him to the ground. "You know what? I won't fucking sweat it. I'm going to the police." I started to walk away when....

"Wait!" I turned. He was sitting back on his feet, looking up at me desperately. "Please, Seifer. Don't. I'm sorry. I'll do anything. Please."

"Fuck you! There's nothing you can do! You're going to fucking pay." I turned again and he ran around in front of me.

"Please, I'll give you anything. Just don't say anything, please." I had a chance to look at him fully. He pleaded with me silently to forgive him, his bottom lip poking out slightly and trembling. His shaggy auburn hair fell into his cloudy eyes, half covering his rosy cheeks. I brought my hand up to gently touch his tear streaked face and he closed his eyes and sighed. He wore a black tee-shirt that said 'suicide loop' in big red old English style letters and black baggy pants that still showed off his big, plump ass. He was much smaller than me, of leaner build and such, but he was sexy. This was an opportunity I could not pass up.

"You'll give me anything..." I trailed off.

"Yes," he said lowly.

I moved my hand around to clutch his ass. His eyes popped open. I lowered my mouth to his ear and licked it. "This is what I want." I whispered gruffly.

He lowered his head and sighed. "Yes."

I moved so that I could see his face. "From this day on until further notice, you are mine."

"Yes," he whispered regretfully.

"And you are to be my slave and servant. You are to address me only as 'sir' and 'master'. Do you understand?"


"Answer me properly, slave," I pushed.

"Yes, Master."

"Look at me." He kept his head down. "Look at me!" I said more firmly. When he did, I saw that he was crying. I dried his eyes with my thumb. "You are not to speak unless you are spoken to or unless I ask you to. You are to obey and serve me however I wish. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Now, I am willing to forgive you for what you did and you will be released from me when my hunger is fulfilled. Come, now, slave. There's much to learn."

(To Be Continued)


A/N: I've always wanted to do a fic where Seifer is Squall's master! ... Sorry about the whole lame car thing, but I had to find something Seifer would really be pissed if it disappeared. Squall is soooo sexy as a submissive I think and this was the best way for me to portray that! I'd love to continue this story, so It'd really help if you'd all review it...thx.