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Paternal Affairs	By : crunchysalad Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII does not belong to me. I am not making any money off this work of fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-Chapter Five
- 4
- 5
A/N/Warnings: I wanted to write two endings for this fic based on the feedback I got, but time and inspiration proved to be prohibitive. Since several people were interested in an incestuous threesome, well. . . . here you go. This chapter contains <b>incest</b> and <b>dub-con</b>.
Thank you all for your reviews and for reading this rather twisted piece of fanfiction, and sorry for taking so long with this last chapter! It's somewhat open-ended, but at least it's done.

They found themselves in a late night diner, all pink and white linoleum. There were two cups of coffee in two different colored mugs between them. The silence that had settled between them was so heavy that Squall wondered if Seifer was ever going to say anything at all.
"I'm sorry," Seifer finally said, "I never meant to hurt you."
"And what did you think you were doing when you started fucking my dad?" Squall asked, already incensed by the direction the conversation was taking. The last thing he wanted to be doing right now was sitting in a diner having this conversation with Seifer.
"I wasn't thinking," Seifer said. "I just kind of did what I wanted to do."
At least Seifer knew better than to lie.
"How could you two do that to me?" Squall asked. "Laguna I can understand, he's always been a crap father. But I didn't think that you'd do something so low."
"It wasn't Laguna's fault," Seifer said, surprising Squall.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Squall couldn't help but be a little incredulous; was Seifer actually defending Laguna? Like some knight in shining armor?
"It was completely my fault," Seifer replied. "He didn't want to do anything, but I pushed him into it."
When Squall finally spoke, he sounded completely bewildered. "Why are you trying to protect him?"
"He's your dad, Squall. Is it so hard to believe that he didn't want to do something that would hurt you?"
"Even if that was true, it doesn't change the fact that he still did it. Kicking and screaming or not, the fact is he still fucked you."
The words were spit out with so much vitriol that Seifer was astounded the whole diner hadn't come to a standstill to stare at them. He had never seen Squall so upset. He had never seen Squall even half as upset as this.
"He's sorry too, you know," Seifer continued. "I think he feels even worse about it than I do."
That was just great, Squall thought. So Seifer and his dad were spending all their time together, talking about how bad they felt. As if the fact that they were so close would make Squall feel better about things. "Whatever. You two can just forget about me and be together, then."
"That's not how it is." Seifer raised his coffee mug to his lips, taking a sip. His casual approach to the topic only pissed Squall off even more, but what he said next really made him furious. "I like you a lot, but I like Laguna too. I can't help it."
"Forget it," Squall said, hands coming down to land heavily on the table. "Let's just forget this. I don't want to talk to you about this. So just do me a favor and stay out of my life, okay?"
Before Seifer could answer Squall was standing up and leaving the restaurant. When he stepped outside he saw that Zell was leaning against the wall waiting for him, a concerned expression on his face. Squall kept walking, although he did slow down enough for Zell to catch up with him.
"That was quick," Zell said.
"He didn't have anything worthwhile to say. Where's Briallen?"
"I sent her home. Figured I didn't know how long you would be, and I didn't want her to wait in the cold with me. Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Squall replied. Then he realized that Zell had been a pretty great friend to him and deserved more than just one-word responses. "I mean, no. My ex-boyfriend's dating my dad. How fucked up is that? But. . . whatever. I just have to get over it."
"Don't push yourself," Zell said, sounding even more worried than he was before. "Take it one day at a time, yeah?"
Squall took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah. You're right."
Once they got home Squall passed out on Zell's couch, his mind in turmoil even as it faded into unconsciousness.
A few weeks later Squall was off Zell's couch and in a small studio apartment of his own, courtesy of his aunt and uncle. They refused to let him take a job to pay for it, insisting that school should be his full-time job, and even threatened dire consequences if he didn't take their money. He didn't ask what those consequences would be. For their part, they didn't ask why he was moving out. But then they had always trusted him and knew that he wasn't the kind of man that would do things frivolously.
There was still the matter of the rest of his things, gathering dust in the spare room of Laguna's apartment. He felt bad asking Zell to go pick stuff up, especially since Zell wouldn't necessarily know which things were Squall's and which were Laguna's. He would have to go do it himself.
So that was how Squall found himself in Laguna's apartment, packing up the few of his belongings that were left there. Laguna was supposed to be at the university for office hours at the time so Squall figured he could avoid his father entirely. Murphy's Law, however, was in full effect that day. Squall had been late to began with, having missed the bus, and Laguna had apparently cancelled office hours because he came home early. Squall was only halfway through packing when he heard keys jingle in the lock of the front door. He tried to rush through the rest, shoving anything and everything into his bag, hoping to keep whatever time he had to spend with his father at a minimum.
Laguna must have seen his shoes in the foyer, because they next thing Squall heard after the door opened was a confused and eager, "Squall?"
This was followed by the sound of loud, quick footsteps racing toward him. Squall had just hoisted his large duffel bag onto his shoulder when Laguna showed up at the door, eyes wide and faintly out of breath.
"Squall."
Squall moved to try to pass Laguna, but Laguna just shifted so that he was in the way. After a few failed attempts of getting through the doorway, Squall wondered if he should just shove the other man out of it.
"Squall, we need to talk."
"Seriously?" It came out as a quiet scoff. "What do you possibly have to say to me?"
"First of all? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Squall." At least Laguna looked and sounded sincere. "I never meant for this to happen. I should have stopped it before it did, but I didn't, and now I have to live with the consequences. Squall, I'm so sorry for hurting you. If there's anything I can do to fix this, I will. Please."
Squall's eyes trailed up and down the man in front of him. The man who had never been his father, who had never really been there for him at all. The man who had stolen his boyfriend. Hurt blossomed in his chest, and a deep, dark part of him wanted to see that kind of pain applied outward. He wanted to see Laguna just as humiliated as he had felt when he had found out what was going on. "Strip."
Laguna's eyes snapped open. "What?"
"Didn't you say that you'd do anything to fix this?" Squall asked. He dropped his duffel bag on the floor and crossed his arms over his chest. "Let me see exactly what it is that Seifer's so enamored with."
"You can't be-"
"Do it," Squall said, eyes hard and tone authoritative. He watched as Laguna gulped at the order. Then he watched as Laguna, shame-faced and unable to even meet Squall's eyes, fingers clumsy as they fumbled over buttons and zippers, removed his clothes. Squall almost barked out a laugh when Laguna was completely nude. "Are you half-hard? You're sick, you know that? But maybe that's why Seifer likes you."
The flush was extending past Laguna's face now. Down his throat and throughout his body. He was fit, Squall realized, more than a college professor had any need to be. Toned arms that weren't too big. A nicely developed chest and a flat stomach. And, hanging out of a nest of curly brown hair, a mostly limp cock. The cock that had made him, Squall thought, as abstract as the concept seemed at the moment.
"Turn around and bend over," Squall said. "Let me see the hole Seifer's big dick has been ripping apart these days."
It was a wonder how red Laguna's skin could actually turn. But the man did as he was asked; he turned around and bent over, spreading his cheeks apart so that little, pink hole came into view. It looked puffy and a little raw, like it had been well-fucked not so long ago.
"Stick your fingers inside," Squall said. "Let me see how you stretch yourself for him."
Laguna hesitated for several moments, long enough that Squall wondered if he would have to issue the order again. But then his fingers were moving, sliding over a round cheek, nudging at a puckered rim. Squall watched as fingertips pushed it open. Watched as two fingers started to slide inside. Watched as Laguna's hole seemed to open and swallow them up, easy and eager for more. And the best part was the expression on Laguna's face, red and mortified as his cock hardened fully between his legs.
Squall could feel his own cock filling up the crotch of his pants. He rubbed his palm against the front of it, imagining Seifer's cock settling between Laguna's ass cheeks, imagining Seifer's cock push its way into that small hole.
"Get on your stomach on the bed," Squall said.
Laguna did as he was told, but visibly started when he heard the sound of Squall's zipper being pulled down. "Squall, you can't be serious."
Squall laid his body down on top of Laguna's, using a hand to position his cock at Laguna's hole. He wanted to feel what Seifer felt. He wanted to feel what it was like to fuck Laguna's round, muscular ass.
"Don't-" but Laguna's words stifled into a moan as Squall sunk deep inside of him.
Squall bit his lip to keep from groaning. Laguna was all soft, velvet heat, and it felt so good wrapped around his cock. Laguna was also so ridiculously yielding. Spreading so easily around him and swallowing him up. Squall's back pressed against Laguna's back. His arms wrapped around Laguna's shoulders. And he was in, completely in, sheathed to his balls.
He buried his face in the hard plane of Laguna's left shoulder, breath coming in quick and shallow as he got used to the sensation. And once he did he started to move. Just little rolls of his hips, enough the feel the friction of Laguna's ass pull and push against his cock. It felt so good. Did it feel this good for Seifer? Laguna was shuddering beneath him, making little moans and whimpers and sounding like his life calling was taking cock up his hole.
"Is this how Seifer fucks you?" Squall asked, a murmur against Laguna's solid back. "Is this how he makes you scream?"
Squall could feel the shiver run through Laguna's body. Laguna's voice was cracked when he spoke, needy and mortified all at once. "Harder."
Squall teeth found purchase on Laguna's shoulder as he picked up the pace. Little nibbles and not so little bites, leaving marks on the flesh there. And his hips and ass moving back and forth as fast as he could make them, as hard and powerful as they could be, pounding Laguna into the mattress. You could hear the noises of their lower bodies slamming together even as Laguna's whimpers and moans threatened to drown out any other noise.
"You're such a slut," Squall murmured, arms tightening around Laguna's body. "You'd be happy with any one's dick up your ass, even if it's your own son's."
And this was wrong. So wrong on so many different levels, but it was too late to stop now. So Squall just closed his eyes and focused on the feel of Laguna's insides around him, the sounds Laguna was making beneath him. Eventually Squall could feel himself close to orgasm. He could feel that lightheaded feeling before coming, the pleasure that centered on his cock, everything else fading into the distance.
"Please," Laguna was saying, a faraway whimper, "don't come inside me."
The was a hand ineffectually pressing against his hip. And maybe it was out of spite, maybe it was just because he wanted to, but when Squall came he pressed his cock as deep into Laguna as he could. He held it there as it shot stream after steam of hot cum into his father's insides, filling Laguna up with his semen.
The world was fuzzy after that. He was vaguely aware of Laguna's deep breathing underneath him. His was vaguely away as a strong hand pulled him off the other man and a smug, amused voice murmured 'that was quite a show.' He blinked up at Seifer, standing nude and looking as handsome as ever, his cock thick and wet with dripping pre-cum. They were both on their backs now, Squall and Laguna, positioned with their legs spread and Squall's left leg over Laguna's right. Laguna's cock looked spent. It was covered with spilled cum and starting to go limp again.
Seifer's hands gripped Laguna's hips, and Squall watched as he started to push his big cock into Laguna's raw hole. Squall's eyes trailed upward. Laguna's eyes were shut, mouth caught in a perfect o, so much pleasure on his face that it surprised Squall a little bit. Once Seifer was fully seated he leaned over to kiss Squall, slow and dirty. Squall kissed him back as Seifer fucked his father; it just felt too good to be kissing Seifer again. As Laguna moaned in the background, Seifer's hand played with Squall's nipple for awhile, then reached even farther down to start playing with his hole. Squall gasped, breaking the kiss, as Seifer started to fuck his hole with two fingers.
"Good boy," Seifer murmured against Squall's lips, and even from this close distance Squall could see that insufferable smirk on his face. "You did a good job getting him all nice and wet for me."
Seifer pulled away, then, from both of them, his cock falling out of Laguna's pliant body wet a wet sound. He moved a little bit to his side, so that he was between Squall's legs instead, and grabbed his dripping wet cock as he pressed it against Squall's hole. Squall didn't protest, just let out a low moan as that monster of a cock started to stretch him open. And he loved it. He loved it, as twisted as this situation was, loved the feeling of his hole being filled and stretched tight around Seifer's cock.
He had just fucked his father. Now Seifer was fucking them both. And when Seifer's commanding voice told them to kiss and make up, for some reason neither of them thought anything of it as their lips and tongues mashed together. Squall's hand twisted in long, surprisingly soft hair, not even caring anymore as the kisses deepened. Eventually he felt hot cream spilling inside of him, hitting his innermost walls, and he and Laguna broke away so that Seifer could fall between them. There was a hand in his hair and a hand over his waist and his own arm—the one that wasn't trapped underneath Seifer's body—was thrown across Seifer's chest.
Seifer pressed a kiss against Laguna's forehead, then pressed one against Squall's forehead.
"Doesn't it feel good to share?" he asked.
Squall didn't want to think about it right now. He just wanted to sleep. Still, he didn't mind Seifer's hand moving through his hair, or even Laguna's presence at the other side of his ex-boyfriend. There was cum drying on his cock and dripping out his hole, and he felt oddly content. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off to sleep.
He'd figure it out in the morning. They all would, together.
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