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Dirty Little Secret: Chapter Two
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-I Want, I
Need
The Fruit off
Your Vine
It Tastes So
Bittersweet
'Cause I Know it�s Not Mine
I Wanna Come Inside-
Bon Jovi, �Dirty Little Secret�
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As I lay in the dark, my mind was caught up in the
events of earlier. Why the fuck did Squall kiss me?
And why the fuck was I still thinking of it? I mean, I�ve done it many times in
the past to chicks, but is there any reason for me to be so hung up on this and
not just put it all behind me? I just don�t understand it. Was puberty boy just
fucking around, hence why he said happy birthday afterwards, or was he doing
that because he truly is attracted to me? Then again, who isn�t attracted to
me? I�ve been told, more than once that I am sex, personified. So maybe that
was the reasoning behind Squall�s kiss.
But then again, Squall has always been the
exception to every rule. If he had done it because he was attracted to me, why
am I not thoroughly disgusted? I�ve never thought about fucking another guy,
but that might not be what Squall is after. Would I even entertain the thought
of a full relationship with another guy?
I sit up with a start. What the fuck am I
thinking? I am not gay. I am Seifer Almasy,
walking sex god. Heterosexual sex god. Even if it would be with Squall, the only constant in my life since
I was six years old, the exception to every rule. I would never fuck a
guy, no matter how desperate I get. I�m not homophobic or anything, don�t get
me wrong, I have absolutely nothing against the gay community. I just don�t
really care to be part of it. But if it were Squall�What the hell am I
thinking!
I look around the darkened room with a hefty sigh,
the faint glow of the candles still flickering away in my desk. I guess tonight
was a decent birthday, definitely better than some of my past ones. And one of
my most memorable ones, that�s for sure. But I would never have thought myself
to be this confused.
Fuck! I�m still thinking about it. I haven�t devoted
this much brain power to anything since the time that I plotted to get Squall
stuck in the girls locker room so he would get caught. Dammit.
This is ridiculous. I let out another sigh as I fall back down onto my bed. I
watch the faint shadows play on my ceiling, the moonlight creating some strange
shapes as it reflects off the metal shell of Garden. One almost looks like the
cross sword crest that I know all too well, floating across the flat surface,
over the powerless light fixture.
Entranced by the floating light, I can�t tear my
eyes away from the movement of the shadows. As the center of the emblem crosses
over the dome, the whole thing illuminates, nearly blinding me in the process.
�Fucking Hyne! Goddammit!� I curse, flinging my arms up to cover my eyes, still
seeing multicoloured specs floating around the backs of my eyelids, despite my
eyes being tightly closed. I tell you, Hyne must hate
me, because I have shit for luck.
My door slides open and then closes, for security
purposes after the power came back on. Perfect. Now that I can leave my room
and be sure that I can get back in, I might as well head to the training
center. �Cause I sure as hell know that I won�t be sleeping tonight. There is
just too much going on in my head. I jump up off the bed, reaching under to
grab Hyperion�s case, pulling my dark gunblade out of
the black case, and then grab my grey trench coat. While still pulling the coat
on, I head out the door and begin running down the halls towards the training
center. The hallways have quite a bit of noise and chatter for the small number
of people left in the dorms and despite it being well after midnight. Just as I
make it to the end of the dormitory hallway, a voice comes over the speaker
system.
�Please excuse the disruption in electricity for
the past three hours, 48 minutes. This was due to an incident in the Training Center involving a T-Rexuar.
Because of this, the Training
Center will be closed for
the rest of the evening. It will reopen at 0900hours, tomorrow morning. All cadets,
please return to your dorm rooms. I repeat, all cadets please return to your
dorm rooms. That is all.�
At the sound of the words �training center� and
�closed�, I stop dead in my tracks. You gotta be
kidding me! Of all the nights, of all the places. Why
couldn�t the hotdogs start a massacre in the cafeteria? No, it had to be the
training center. Fuck it all to hell. Now how the fuck am I suppose to relieve
all this tension I have built up over analyzing everything. I guess I could go
harass Squall over everything. What the hell? I never want to go just see what
he is up to! What the fuck is coming over me? I start walking back to my dorm,
still debating if I wanted to face Squall after everything, so I never saw it
coming.
One minute I am walking down the hall minding my
own business, the next, I am on the hallway floor, Hyperion sliding across the
floor, another body somewhat tangled with mine. I think I am about ready to
kill something here.
�Watch where the fuck you�re
going, fuckwad!� I exclaim, before looking to see who ran into me. Not getting a reply,
I internally worry that I�ve knocked the poor kid out. Finally I turn to look
at the cadet, hoping I didn�t seriously hurt him. Heh. A few bruises should
teach him a lesson for now. Everything changes the moment I see who is sprawled
across the floor with me.
�Didn�t get enough of me earlier, puberty boy?� I
ask without thinking. Once again I don�t get a reply, but I�m not even
privileged to a glare for once in my life. He scrambles to his feet, trying to
hide with no avail, the slight embarrassment plastered over his features. He
walks over to where his revolver has landed, and picks it up. The whole time he
refuses to meet my eyes, or even look in my direction. With a slight blush
giving his cheeks some much needed colour, my mind tells me that he looks
attractive like that. Fuck! There I go again! Why can�t I get it out of my
system? Unless�Fucking shitty Hyne. Goddammit! I can�t believe it. Fuck. Finally Squall looks
at me, a strange look replacing the embarrassment on his face. But I guess he
has a right to look at me strangely. Here I am, lost in thought, sitting in the
middle of the corridor, making no effort to move.
Footsteps then become audible and we know that the
faculty must be once again patrolling the halls, now that the power is back on.
I finally make complete eye contact with the brunet, and for once there is no
glare, no contempt, no frustration, no malice, and no hate. He extends a hand
out, and with a whispered thanks, I take the offered hand and assistance to my
feet. With a tilt of his head, Squall motions towards his room, almost in a
motion to follow him. He then stalks off without a single word down the hallway
and without a look back to see if I am following him or not. Going over my
options quickly in my head, I reach down, grab Hyperion, then
chase after him at a brisk pace, hoping not to get caught by any faculty. I
finally get to his dorm, the door sliding open before I even step on the
sensor, Squall standing there. He ushers me in, and we enter the pristine
common room, also entering an uneasy silence.
�What do you want, Almasy?�
Squall�s voice startles me, and we look at one another for several quiet
minutes before I answer.
�I want�� I trail off. What were the emotions that
I was feeling? Not only have I never been attracted to a guy before, but
especially never to a guy that I consider my mortal enemy. But then again,
maybe I have always felt this way about the stoic brunet. I certainly never
felt this way about any of the women that I have seduced, so was I just looking
for a quick fuck with Squall? How did he feel about this situation? The more I
thought about it, them more questions I came up with, the more excuses I made.
What the hell. You�re only young once.
�I need�� Once again, I am unable to finish my
sentence. But this time, it is for a completely different reason. I finally get
a good look into Squall�s eyes. Instead of the normal emotions that are
normally present in those stormy depths, there are only things that I have
never before seen. Lust, passion, hunger. Before I can
think things through or say another word, Squall grips my chin in a gentle yet
commanding grip, and tilts my face down to look at him. I find myself getting
lost in the endless pools of blue and grey. I never realized how mysterious his
eyes actually were, how captivating they are. I think that I could easily stare
into them for hours on end. Without warning, Squall was pulling himself up onto
his toes and closing the distance between our lips. I draw in one final breath
of anticipation as I await the silent assault, my forgotten Hyperion dropping
carelessly to the ground.
I am finally rewarded with the feeling of his soft
lips pressed against mine in a feather light kiss. Now that I had expected it,
the kiss was a lot more welcome. I started to respond much quicker to his
actions this time. As the brunet snaked an arm around my waist, I felt the urge
to hold him closer to me. As if moving on their own accord, my arms wrap around
his back and hips, then pull him quickly up against my
body. This causes the brunet to gasp, breaking our kiss. Feeling that puff of
hot air on my kiss bruised lips shoots a feeling through my body, from the tips
of my toes, up to my ears; from my fingers kneading the skin of the lion to my
slightly swollen cock. Hyne, this boy is incredible.
I haven�t even felt his tongue yet and I am already getting hard. Maybe that
shows just how much I subconsciously want him.
�Seifer!� Squall whispers breathlessly as he begins to grind his
pelvis against me. I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my hip even through
his leather pants and my jeans. I smirk, placing a hand at the back of his
head, pulling him back in for another kiss. This time, I no longer allow room
for imagination as I take on the dominant role in this new found passion. I run
my tongue over his soft lips, asking Hyne to grant me
access to the warm haven I seek. The brunet in my arms must have sensed my
urgency and reciprocated it, for he parted his lips and his tongue came out to
meet mine. As soon as the pink organ made its way past my lips, the heat within
flared up once more. At my first taste, the sweetness is one of his own, a
fruit off his own vine and no where else. Exotic and foreign, it was like
nothing else that I had ever tasted.
All I wanted was for this to never end. As hard as
it was for me to actually believe that not only was I standing here making out
with a guy, but with a guy that I have basically devoted my existence to
hating. What I wouldn�t give to know exactly what Squall was thinking right
now. Did he actually harbour some feelings for me, or was this just some new
way for him to get his rocks off? I wish I knew.
I would never in a million years think that I
would ever make out with a guy, let alone enjoy it. The
feeling of Squall grinding against my hip more forcefully than before pulls me
from my thoughts. His soft tongue tastes every inch, every crevice in my
mouth, the sensation of the muscles moving together arousing me greatly. I wrap
my arms tightly around his back and pull him as close to me as I possibly can,
while still giving him adequate room to thrust against me.
This time, it is Squall who breaks the kiss,
throwing his head back in a silent moan that conveys the heat and passion that
he must be experiencing. The move exposes his pale throat to me, which I
immediately take full advantage of. The milky flesh is suddenly attacked by my
kiss swollen lips. Hyne, even his neck tastes good,
like cinnamon and leather, with a touch of gunpowder. I lick, nip and kiss the
skin relentlessly, feeling every silent vocalization of the brunet reverberate
through my lips.
�Sweet holy mother of Hyne!�
he whispers at the duel sensation of the friction and my lips, which causes a
smirk to cross my lips as I continue my assault on his neck. Freeing one of my
hands from around his waist, it goes straight to his ass, as if there was a
gravitational pull guiding it. As soon as my hand made contact with the leather
clad ass, he lets out a gasp of surprise and picks up speed with his thrusts. I
have a sneaking suspicion that he is getting close to climax, and all I want to
do is help him.
I start kneading the leather, my fingers moving in
time with the thrusts against my leg. With no warning, Squall crushes his mouth
harshly against mine, kissing me with a renewed force. Eagerly, with no
hesitation, his tongue thrusts into my mouth, our tongues dancing with a heated
passion. With this much stimulation, I�m surprised I�m not the one close to
orgasm. I slowly begin to explore more of Squall�s ass with my hand, while
continuing to knead with my fingers. The feel is that of a firm, smooth ass,
the only barrier that keeps me from it, is the leather pants that the brunet
tends to favour, not that I mind them. I run my fingers over the clef of the
cheeks, earning a sharp intake of breath from the stoic lion in my arms. Noting
the reaction, I tentatively run my finger down the encased crack. Feeling his
arms wind tightly around my neck for support, I know he won�t be much longer.
Venturing even lower, my curious digit finally hit the spot they have been
looking for, judging by the way that Squall has just tensed in my hold, momentarily halting our kiss. I begin to pay vivid attention
to that spot in particular, pressing against his covered hole, causing the
first audible moan to pass through his lips.
�Seifer!� he cries in a whisper as I feel the
first shudder go through his body. I hold him tightly in my arms as he rides
his orgasm out, not wanting to drop him. I can feel his warm breaths against my
neck, his heart beating rapidly against my chest. The strangest part of this
whole encounter isn�t that I just brought my lifetime rival to orgasm with
little more than a touch, but the fact that I feel completely satisfied although
I wasn�t the one to cum.
He breathing ragged, his heartbeat still racing, I
feel his body finally go weak against me. I slide down to the floor, the brunet
still holding on to me for dear life. I return the embrace with one of my own,
effectively keeping him in my lap. I steal one final kiss as he fights to
regain control of his body.
Feeling a little bit curious, I run my hand over
his stomach, his every breath known to me. I slowly pull his shirt up to expose
the hard, flat stomach, the need to touch the hot skin overwhelming me. The
rise and fall of his breathing is the first thing that I feel, but it isn�t the
only thing that I want to. I allow my fingers more exploration, finding the
small indent of his belly button, but continuing lower. I catch the waist of
the leather pants and follow it around until I find which I have been looking
for. Deliberately slowly, I pop the button out of the small hole, the slide the
zipper of the fly down. Squall�s eyes went wide with the realization of what my
hand would find there. A blush stained his ivory cheeks and he goes rigid in my
arms.
�Seifer, what are you doing?� he asks, seeming a
little bit more then uncomfortable with my ministrations. But my curiosity was
getting the best of me and I only smirk at the brunet in my arms.
�Shhh. Let me explore.� I reply to him, gingerly kissing his
earlobes, causing him to let out an aroused sigh. Boy, this guy has stamina!
And that causes my smirk to widen into a full blown grin.
Finally, my forgotten hand to dip into the opening
of the black leather, its mission revived. Squall�s breath once again hitches
in his throat, sending a chill through my body. My fingers immediately come in
contact with skin, not boxers like I was expecting. Of course he wouldn�t wear
underwear. Hyne forbid that he has panty lines
showing through those form fitting leathers. Better yet, it�s one less garment
that you need to remove before having sex.
�Nice.� I whisper, my voice having a huskiness to it that I know is not normally there. My
fingers continue southwards until I come to the thick patch of wiry hair that
has a warm stickiness strewn throughout it. Running my hand through the hair to
collect the substance, I capture my lion�s lips in a hungry kiss that he
eagerly returns. I can feel Squall�s tongue pressing against my kiss bruised
lips, but I refuse him access for now. Reluctantly, I pull away, earning a
whimper from the still brunet. I remove my hands from his pants completely
without even touching what I had originally gone in to seek out. I look over at
my hand and notice the remainder of Squall�s orgasm in a milky white liquid on
my finger tips.
�What are you going to do with it?� he questions
softly, icy eyes showing his curiosity. I think he is as curious as I am.
Slowly I bring my fingers to my mouth before licking the digits clean of any
trace of the cum. I look over at my frigid companion
to see a look of udder disgust.
�It tastes bittersweet.� I smile, causing him to
wrinkle his nose up even more, and he looks absolutely fuckable
like that. I lean in to kiss him, but for the first time all night, he refuses
to meet my lips.
�That was the grossest thing that I have ever
seen.� Squall�s voice held more disgust in it then I have ever heard, and I
should know. I�ve been on the receiving end of it most of the time. �Why in Hyne�s name did you do that?�
I grin at the look on his face. How I wish I could
take a picture to remember it by.
�A couple of reasons, really. First, I wanted to see what you taste like compared to me.
Second, just remembering how I got it out of you
makes me want you even more.� This causes another
blush to creep onto his cheeks. �Finally, it�s because I know it�s not mine.�
I must have said something that pleased him,
because he brings his lips up to meet mine, despite pulling away only a few
moments earlier. I allow immediate entry to his tongue, massaging the soft,
pink organ with my own. All of a sudden, a though flashes through my mind,
shattering my pleasure induced state of oblivion. I slowly release Squall from
the kiss, his hunger still evident in his stormy eyes. A sound all too much
like a whimper escapes his lips, and before I am tempted to pull him back to
kiss him some more, I just take him tightly into my arms to hold him close.
�Squall?� I whisper, as if any sound louder then that would crush
the delicacy of the situation.
�Hmmm?� he looks up at me, curiosity obvious in
the depths of his eyes. If I�m not careful, I will spend a lot of time getting
lost in those never ending pools of cloudy colour. Not that that would be a bad
thing, mind you.
I pull him right into my lap, wanting to have as
much contact as possible between us at the moment. And he seems to enjoy this
as much as I do.
�What is this going to be? I mean, where do you
see this going? A one night thing? Or long term?� I�m
sure that there is an uneasiness lacing my voice, and I know that if Squall
were to ask the same questions of me, I couldn�t answer honestly. I really
couldn�t.
He turns to face away from me, and I know that
there are as many thoughts going through his mind as there are going through
mine. But for the first time that I can remember, the silence that perpetually
surrounds Squall does not make me uncomfortable. Normally I dread having to
drag words out from the stoic lion, the task always a challenge. The fact that
he is thinking this through before giving me an answer gives me that little bit
of confidence I need to know that this wasn�t a spur of the moment decision he
made only to get off.
I honestly am not sure what I want to happen.
Before only a couple of hours ago, I would never thought
in my wildest and strangest dreams that I would ever anticipate the promise of
sex and a relationship with another guy, let alone Squall. But as I over
analyze the thought of dominating the brunet both in spars and in bed, the wave
intangible pleasure that runs from my spine all the way to the cloth covered
area of my groin gives me all the answer I need. After all, the bedroom is just
another battlefield. And if Squall is going to put half as much effort into sex
as he does our spars, a relationship with him could only be incredible.
�I�� he trails off and looks up
at me with those eyes once again. � I
really don�t know.�
I let out a deep sigh. So he is as unsure about
this as I am.
�Okay. There are a couple of different things that
we could do.� I tell him, as he runs his hand up my arm, over my neck causing a
shiver to pass through my body. He tucks his head under my chin, nuzzling
himself as close to me as possible. I take this as a sign to squeeze him
tighter to me. �Well, we can fuck, no strings attached, never speak of it
again. We can take it slow, see if we want to make a relationship, and then
fuck later. Then again, we can always do absolutely nothing right now,
completely forget this evening or�� I was the one to trail off this time, only
to look into those eyes that are intently watching me, as if I were the great Hyne, capable of anything and everything.
�Or what?� he whispers, his own voice getting
husky with pleasure once more as he plays with hair at the nape of my neck. Hyne! I don�t think he knows his actions are having such an
effect on me. Either that or he knows exactly what he is doing to me, which
wouldn�t surprise me in the least bit.
I let out a throaty moan as his other hand begins
to travel lower and comes to rest on the inside of my thigh. This is when I
realize that Squall wants to do something tonight. Who am I to argue with good
fortune?
�Or we can fuck tonight. And
tomorrow morning. Maybe tomorrow afternoon. And whenever we want to from now on.� I whisper in his ear
before I take the lobe in between my teeth, eliciting a sigh from Squall�s
parted lips and he finally places his hand over my fabric encased erection. �Hyne, Squall. A simple �that�s good� would have sufficed.�
�Fine.� And without another word, the brunet slid off my lap,
standing and walking towards him room. Just before he enters the bedroom, he
turns to face me, a slight smile grazing his features, then continues. �That
last one sounds good to me.� His voice is still airy, and his pants still
undone, giving me a slight glimpse of the pubic hair I felt earlier.
And with that, he walks through the door, into his
room before the door closes.
I sit there, contemplating my options before
calling myself a fucking idiot and rushing over to the door, only to find it
locked from the inside.
�Squall?� I ask, feeling almost as if I had read him wrong.
The door only opens a crack, so I know he has to
have the door programmed on manual.
�What exactly do you want, Seifer?� he asks, in
the sexy voice that I have grown accustomed to in the past hour or so. I smirk
at the question and answer in all honesty.
�I wanna come inside.�
As I say this, as much of a smile as there is possible comes over his features
before he opens the door and pulls me inside. Tonight is going to be a good
night.
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