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Adult ++
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2
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Marked Games: Predator
Game: Final Fantasy 8
Pairing: Seifer x Squall
Rating: NC:17 (I always go with the highest to play it safe that way.)
Warnings: Light Bondage.
Summery: Seifer and Squall play a game with one another, a game where they both can win.
Marked Games: Predators
I'll call you thing
Just when the moon sings
And place your face in stone
Upon every star
And gripped in the arms
Of the changeless madman
We'll dance our lives away
In the Ballrooms of Mars
S
Seifer sat in the shadows of the room; every now and then a flash of white could be seen as he smiled in anticipation. He’d come to Garden, gotten past securities, gotten past people and broken into Squall’s room. He sat there in the only chair in the room; looking around in distaste, it was so very utilitarian. Squall the perfect soldier, left no signs of his personality here in the room.
As if he weren’t going to be in it long. But then that was Squall for you, keeping everything of himself buried deep within. It’d been two weeks since he’d claimed the brunette, and since then Squall had kept away. Of course Seifer had expected this. Squall would rebel every chance he got in the beginning stages of their game.
But that was ok. It made the game that much sweeter. Squall would have to be punished, and Seifer was looking forward to this. Laying hands on his sweet body, oh yes, Seifer wanted to play this game very much.
Squall walked into the room throwing off his jacket onto the desk, putting Lionheart in it’s case, before walking over to the mini-fridge and getting himself something to drink. Not once did he notice the predator in the room with him.
Seifer stood up slowly, not a sound could be heard, but like a stag sensing danger, Squall froze in the act of lifting the drink to his lips. Slowly he turned his head, changeable eyes looking straight into the heart of the madman standing in his room. He slowly lowered the drink. Seifer nearly sniggered at that, “good idea, would have to break that pretty glass if you didn’t.”
“What are you doing here?” Seifer could almost believe the nonchalant tone Squall had used, as if he were merely curious. But Seifer could see the jump of pulse there at Squall’s throat. Oh how he wanted to run his teeth over that particular spot. But that would have to wait. Squall had been bad, and now Squall would have to pay the price.
“You were supposed to come to me three nights ago. You didn’t show, so now I’ve got two options. I could believe that you got so busy with running this place and forgot. Or you deliberately chose to ignore what I told you and therefore need to be punished. Which was it Squall hmm?” He waited knowing that Squall would give him the truth, Squall was many things, but a liar was not one of them. Besides it smacked of cowardice and Squall was no coward, in fact that little jewel of a quirk had given Seifer many confrontations with Squall when they were younger. He’d had to simply infer that Squall was acting cowardly and the boy stood up and fought.
Seifer give Squall a toothy smile, the smile of a wolf circling prey right before attacking.
Squall tried to keep the icy cold thrill of anticipation from sliding through his body, but was unsuccessful. He knew! He knew when he didn’t show up at the specified time that Seifer would come looking for him. Part of him was still in defiance over what Seifer had done to him that night, but the rest of him tingled with the remembrance.
Seifer had been very thorough, had played with his body like a master musician, plucking all the right notes, wringing the right songs from him. He’d had him writhing and moaning and begging to be touched, to be used. And when morning came and he’d been to tired to fight or resist in anyway, Seifer had let him down and had carried him to the bed, wrapping him up in his arms. Squall had fallen asleep immediately, sated in a way that he couldn’t remember ever being. The pain was nothing, it had only enhanced what pleasure he’d been given. When he’d woken up Seifer was gone, but there on the pillow next to him was a blood red rose with a note stating their next scheduled meeting.
Squall had crumpled the paper immediately, though he still had it in his jacket and the rose, that he’d been tempted to leave there, but couldn’t do it, he’d carried it back with him to Garden. The others had tried to talk to him, find out where he’d disappeared. He gave them his usual answers to things.
He said nothing.
The rose sat on his desk in his office. Whenever there was a lull in work, he found himself lifting the rose, the thorns cutting into skin, since he’d remove his gloves every time he picked up the rose. The small twinges of pain when the thorns cut made his blood sing, his body ache with ghost pains of that night.
But he couldn’t give in, not that easy, it wasn’t in him to do so, no matter how much he might want to. The trick here was to keep Seifer interested enough to keep coming, but not to push away so much that Seifer got fed up and didn’t come hunting. He needed to find a balance and fast.
Looking at the tall blonde now, Squall knew he’d succeeded. He kept his own little smiles buried inside.
“I didn’t forget. I chose not to come.”
Seifer smiled, really smiled this time, moving so fast he was a blur in front of Squall’s eyes, feeling the blonde’s hands taking his arms and pulling him to the bed. He didn’t struggle, he couldn’t, and Seifer quickly tied him and then hobbled his legs. The same gag was pushed into his mouth. His nostrils flared as he tried to breath. His body quivered, while his cock, that damn piece of traitorous flesh, lengthened. He didn’t want Seifer to know how much he was actually enjoying himself.
Not yet.
Seifer pushed him to the bed, face first, straddling his thighs, leaning over and licking at Squall’s cheek. “I have to teach you still don’t I. Must I keep you hidden away from everyone till your docile, trained to my hand, to heed your master’s call, “ He leaned down and his lips barely touched Squall’s ear, though the breath moving through gave him chills, “Tamed?”
Squall stiffed his body at that, rebelling at the thought of being tamed, being at someone’s beck and call. But then when he thought about it, he already was answering so many calls, what was one more. Though Seifer’s call was more a siren call. Different in shape and texture. He began to struggle, only it was too late, he’d allowed Seifer to tie him down and now there was nothing for it. But the symbolism of the act didn’t escape Seifer’s eyes. Squall was trying to buck him off, trying to show he’d never be tamed.
Seifer knew better.
Seifer would tame the lion and in the process be claimed himself.
He had no illusions about this. It didn’t bother him in the least. Before everything that had happened, possibly, but now, now he too was ready for it. But it wouldn’t do to give Squall that knowledge. He’d only try to manipulate things differently.
For now he had his work cut out for him, and oh what a wonderful job it was. Taking out the dagger he carried in his boot, he sliced through Squall’s clothing easily; the struggling beneath him had stopped. Squall must have felt the blade near his skin and didn’t want to take any chances that Seifer would cut him. It didn’t matter, what mattered was that he had that canvas bared once more, all pristine and new, ready to be covered in art once more.
Seifer had come prepared, bringing what he’d needed in a bag by the chair and he walked over grabbing it and bringing it to the edge of the bed. He grinned when he saw that Squall had rolled himself over first chance he got. That was his boy, always wanting to face things head on. “I didn’t give you any permission to roll over you know. Very naughty of you.”
Squall’s eyes said it all, told him to fuck off and take his toys with him, and yet Seifer could see the little hints of Squall wanting this. Too much was at stake here, he wouldn’t leave till *He* was ready.
~*~
Through out the night the games ensued, with Seifer atop each and every time. Finally he gave them both what they both needed, release. With a few thrusts at a well-placed angle, and his hand stroking the fully engorged cock beneath him, they both cried out their pleasure. The gag had been removed earlier during play.
Pulling out of the body almost reluctantly, Seifer laid next to Squall pulling his unresisting body close. He ran his hands over heated welts and heated stripes on the skin, passively. The body in his arms stirred slightly, but both were covered in sweat, both almost exhausted. Looking over at the clock on the desk, Seifer saw that they had a few hours till sunrise. He held the smaller man close, almost tightly for a moment before dropping a kiss on the soaked hair.
“You are mine, don’t ever forget that.”
Squall heard the words, ear to Seifer’s chest, lulled by his steady heartbeat. He did give a sleep smile; knowing Seifer wouldn’t see it, but knowing the words were true. Though he wasn’t ready to admit that to Seifer just yet.
Not when the game was still in full force.
~*~
When Squall awoke that morning, he knew before he opened his eyes that Seifer was gone. And there was a rose nearby; he could smell its fragrance. Opening his eyes, he looked, and there before him was another rose, this one pure white with an envelope. Sitting slowly up, muscles in his body aching in a good way, he opened the envelope.
“Come to me in two weeks. Come where I first tamed you.”
Squall read the wordsce, ce, the first time it hadn’t really gotten through, all he felt was lassitude sliding through his body at the thought of Seifer’nds nds on him. The second time he read the words, he got a very cold look to his face, though his eyes belied this, the intensity within showed that Squall would be there. This was the next step in the dance they were performing. Oh yes, he’d be there.
It was his turn to go to Seifer now.
The anticipation was liable to kill him.
Pairing: Seifer x Squall
Rating: NC:17 (I always go with the highest to play it safe that way.)
Warnings: Light Bondage.
Summery: Seifer and Squall play a game with one another, a game where they both can win.
Marked Games: Predators
I'll call you thing
Just when the moon sings
And place your face in stone
Upon every star
And gripped in the arms
Of the changeless madman
We'll dance our lives away
In the Ballrooms of Mars
S
Seifer sat in the shadows of the room; every now and then a flash of white could be seen as he smiled in anticipation. He’d come to Garden, gotten past securities, gotten past people and broken into Squall’s room. He sat there in the only chair in the room; looking around in distaste, it was so very utilitarian. Squall the perfect soldier, left no signs of his personality here in the room.
As if he weren’t going to be in it long. But then that was Squall for you, keeping everything of himself buried deep within. It’d been two weeks since he’d claimed the brunette, and since then Squall had kept away. Of course Seifer had expected this. Squall would rebel every chance he got in the beginning stages of their game.
But that was ok. It made the game that much sweeter. Squall would have to be punished, and Seifer was looking forward to this. Laying hands on his sweet body, oh yes, Seifer wanted to play this game very much.
Squall walked into the room throwing off his jacket onto the desk, putting Lionheart in it’s case, before walking over to the mini-fridge and getting himself something to drink. Not once did he notice the predator in the room with him.
Seifer stood up slowly, not a sound could be heard, but like a stag sensing danger, Squall froze in the act of lifting the drink to his lips. Slowly he turned his head, changeable eyes looking straight into the heart of the madman standing in his room. He slowly lowered the drink. Seifer nearly sniggered at that, “good idea, would have to break that pretty glass if you didn’t.”
“What are you doing here?” Seifer could almost believe the nonchalant tone Squall had used, as if he were merely curious. But Seifer could see the jump of pulse there at Squall’s throat. Oh how he wanted to run his teeth over that particular spot. But that would have to wait. Squall had been bad, and now Squall would have to pay the price.
“You were supposed to come to me three nights ago. You didn’t show, so now I’ve got two options. I could believe that you got so busy with running this place and forgot. Or you deliberately chose to ignore what I told you and therefore need to be punished. Which was it Squall hmm?” He waited knowing that Squall would give him the truth, Squall was many things, but a liar was not one of them. Besides it smacked of cowardice and Squall was no coward, in fact that little jewel of a quirk had given Seifer many confrontations with Squall when they were younger. He’d had to simply infer that Squall was acting cowardly and the boy stood up and fought.
Seifer give Squall a toothy smile, the smile of a wolf circling prey right before attacking.
Squall tried to keep the icy cold thrill of anticipation from sliding through his body, but was unsuccessful. He knew! He knew when he didn’t show up at the specified time that Seifer would come looking for him. Part of him was still in defiance over what Seifer had done to him that night, but the rest of him tingled with the remembrance.
Seifer had been very thorough, had played with his body like a master musician, plucking all the right notes, wringing the right songs from him. He’d had him writhing and moaning and begging to be touched, to be used. And when morning came and he’d been to tired to fight or resist in anyway, Seifer had let him down and had carried him to the bed, wrapping him up in his arms. Squall had fallen asleep immediately, sated in a way that he couldn’t remember ever being. The pain was nothing, it had only enhanced what pleasure he’d been given. When he’d woken up Seifer was gone, but there on the pillow next to him was a blood red rose with a note stating their next scheduled meeting.
Squall had crumpled the paper immediately, though he still had it in his jacket and the rose, that he’d been tempted to leave there, but couldn’t do it, he’d carried it back with him to Garden. The others had tried to talk to him, find out where he’d disappeared. He gave them his usual answers to things.
He said nothing.
The rose sat on his desk in his office. Whenever there was a lull in work, he found himself lifting the rose, the thorns cutting into skin, since he’d remove his gloves every time he picked up the rose. The small twinges of pain when the thorns cut made his blood sing, his body ache with ghost pains of that night.
But he couldn’t give in, not that easy, it wasn’t in him to do so, no matter how much he might want to. The trick here was to keep Seifer interested enough to keep coming, but not to push away so much that Seifer got fed up and didn’t come hunting. He needed to find a balance and fast.
Looking at the tall blonde now, Squall knew he’d succeeded. He kept his own little smiles buried inside.
“I didn’t forget. I chose not to come.”
Seifer smiled, really smiled this time, moving so fast he was a blur in front of Squall’s eyes, feeling the blonde’s hands taking his arms and pulling him to the bed. He didn’t struggle, he couldn’t, and Seifer quickly tied him and then hobbled his legs. The same gag was pushed into his mouth. His nostrils flared as he tried to breath. His body quivered, while his cock, that damn piece of traitorous flesh, lengthened. He didn’t want Seifer to know how much he was actually enjoying himself.
Not yet.
Seifer pushed him to the bed, face first, straddling his thighs, leaning over and licking at Squall’s cheek. “I have to teach you still don’t I. Must I keep you hidden away from everyone till your docile, trained to my hand, to heed your master’s call, “ He leaned down and his lips barely touched Squall’s ear, though the breath moving through gave him chills, “Tamed?”
Squall stiffed his body at that, rebelling at the thought of being tamed, being at someone’s beck and call. But then when he thought about it, he already was answering so many calls, what was one more. Though Seifer’s call was more a siren call. Different in shape and texture. He began to struggle, only it was too late, he’d allowed Seifer to tie him down and now there was nothing for it. But the symbolism of the act didn’t escape Seifer’s eyes. Squall was trying to buck him off, trying to show he’d never be tamed.
Seifer knew better.
Seifer would tame the lion and in the process be claimed himself.
He had no illusions about this. It didn’t bother him in the least. Before everything that had happened, possibly, but now, now he too was ready for it. But it wouldn’t do to give Squall that knowledge. He’d only try to manipulate things differently.
For now he had his work cut out for him, and oh what a wonderful job it was. Taking out the dagger he carried in his boot, he sliced through Squall’s clothing easily; the struggling beneath him had stopped. Squall must have felt the blade near his skin and didn’t want to take any chances that Seifer would cut him. It didn’t matter, what mattered was that he had that canvas bared once more, all pristine and new, ready to be covered in art once more.
Seifer had come prepared, bringing what he’d needed in a bag by the chair and he walked over grabbing it and bringing it to the edge of the bed. He grinned when he saw that Squall had rolled himself over first chance he got. That was his boy, always wanting to face things head on. “I didn’t give you any permission to roll over you know. Very naughty of you.”
Squall’s eyes said it all, told him to fuck off and take his toys with him, and yet Seifer could see the little hints of Squall wanting this. Too much was at stake here, he wouldn’t leave till *He* was ready.
~*~
Through out the night the games ensued, with Seifer atop each and every time. Finally he gave them both what they both needed, release. With a few thrusts at a well-placed angle, and his hand stroking the fully engorged cock beneath him, they both cried out their pleasure. The gag had been removed earlier during play.
Pulling out of the body almost reluctantly, Seifer laid next to Squall pulling his unresisting body close. He ran his hands over heated welts and heated stripes on the skin, passively. The body in his arms stirred slightly, but both were covered in sweat, both almost exhausted. Looking over at the clock on the desk, Seifer saw that they had a few hours till sunrise. He held the smaller man close, almost tightly for a moment before dropping a kiss on the soaked hair.
“You are mine, don’t ever forget that.”
Squall heard the words, ear to Seifer’s chest, lulled by his steady heartbeat. He did give a sleep smile; knowing Seifer wouldn’t see it, but knowing the words were true. Though he wasn’t ready to admit that to Seifer just yet.
Not when the game was still in full force.
~*~
When Squall awoke that morning, he knew before he opened his eyes that Seifer was gone. And there was a rose nearby; he could smell its fragrance. Opening his eyes, he looked, and there before him was another rose, this one pure white with an envelope. Sitting slowly up, muscles in his body aching in a good way, he opened the envelope.
Squall read the wordsce, ce, the first time it hadn’t really gotten through, all he felt was lassitude sliding through his body at the thought of Seifer’nds nds on him. The second time he read the words, he got a very cold look to his face, though his eyes belied this, the intensity within showed that Squall would be there. This was the next step in the dance they were performing. Oh yes, he’d be there.
It was his turn to go to Seifer now.
The anticipation was liable to kill him.