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Tension (v2.0)	By : xreverie Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPER04: We're Not Connected Anymore.

"What?" The two exclaimed in unison.

"I've got to live with this guy?" the tall blonde motioned to Squall with stiff, jerky movements.

How the hell am I going to handle this? He groaned slightly, leaning backwards to sit on Squall's desk, his head in his hands, I'm not sure if I can control myself if we're alone. No, I'm not comfortable with this.

"Leonhart, do you have any complaints or concerns?" Quistis asked gently while eyeing Seifer.

Squall was observing the blonde closely.

What's his problem? I'm not that difficult to live with. His eyes narrowed slightly, besides... It'll give me a chance to figure out what's been bothering him.

"Squall?"

"Hm?" the brunette brought his attention to his secretary, "Yes?"

"Do you have any problems with the arrangement?"

"No. I don't" he shrugged lightly, "It's a good idea actually."

"What? You can't be serious?"

"Oh, but I am." getting slightly irritated, Squall leaned forward to pin the blonde with his most icy glare, "It'll prove not only to Rinoa, but the whole Garden that we're serious about each other, and I could keep my eye on you, Almasy."

The brunette sounded so... Logical.

It was irritating.

One, it was good for the plan.

Two, it minimizes the chances of Rinoa catching Squall alone.

Three, --Wha.. What a damned minute! "Keep and eye on me'? For what?!

"And why do I gotta move in with you?" he shot out with a haughty scowl.

"Because I have a bigger place."

Got him there.

"Fine. Whatever." the blonde bit out tersely, "Your plan, your way. Execute it they way you want to."

Seifer felt deflated and began to pull his attention away from the details, growing distant.

Thus it was settled, the fuming idiot would move in with Squall by the end of the day.

"Augh, we're finally done." Seifer groaned, massaging the back of his neck in attempts to work out the kinks.

Squall wiped the sweat from his brow. He had decided to take off his shirt over an hour ago, due to the sweat drenched fabric sticking uncomfortably to his skin.

It's been distracting Seifer ever since.

"Your damned fault. You have too much heavy crap." the brunette tilted his head back as he drank a bit of elixir, "What do you need all that metal for anyway?"

He tossed a small vial to the blonde.

"Make my own bullets." Seifer shrugged nonchalantly before snatching the vial from midair. He toyed with the cork stopper for a time before drinking it.

He immediately began to feel better.

"Almasy. There's something I've been meaning to ask you."

Seifer's body tensed. Oh please let it be about the weather.

"What is it?"

"Well.." Squall hesitated a little, "Why did you come into my office this morning?"

The blonde felt cold sweat forming on his brow.

"Oh. It was nothing."

"Really? You seemed very adamant in speaking with me."

"No, no... It wasn't important. Just had some thoughts."

"Does it have something to do with how you've been acting lately?"

Silence grew heavy.

"Was it something I did?" Squall spoke softly.

And it broke his heart to hear the hurt in his voice.

"No. No." Seifer went to the other, grabbing his hand, squeezing tightly, "It's not you. I swear it's not you. I just have a lot of things going through my mind right now. And I unfairly took it out on you." his eyes bore pleadingly into his, "I'm sorry."

Squall smiled weakly, unsure of how to help, "Maybe you should talk about it. Might make you feel better."

"I can't." he sighed, his heart felt heavy, "Not yet."

"Just can't tell me you or can't tell this to anyone in general?"

Dear Hyne especially you.

Still holding his hand in his, Seifer gently let it go, "Squall, I've known you the longest than anyone else... There's no one here who knows me like you do."

Squall smiled looking up at Seifer's face, "I'm glad."

The blonde inwardly groaned.

Hellfire, they should put a hazard sign on the guy when he smiles, 'WARNING may cause you to either come your pants or wrestle to the ground and rape senselessly.'

Seifer felt himself harden almost immediately.

"Anyway! It's late and we have to expose ourselves tomorrow." he said quickly, stretching a little, "So I'm off to go shower, then to bed."

"All right. Good night."

He could not get away quick enough as he strode to the bathroom with long steps.

I hope he tells me soon. I'm getting worried about him. Squall sighs sadly, watching the other's hasty retreat.

Seifer's breathing was shallow, growing haggard as he sagged against the wall of the shower, the cold tiles somehow soothing.

Good Alexander that was close.

The man was just too beautiful sometimes, so damned captivating that it makes him forget himself. His starved mind couldn't help conjuring the images of this morning.

Squall in his arms.

Squall kissing him.

Squall moaning into his mouth.

Squall wrapping his legs around him.

Squall rubbing himself against him.

Seifer groaned softly, the sound echoing lightly against the tiles. He was aching.

The cold water wasn't doing a damned thing.

No, the water rolling down his overly sensitive body seemed to arouse him more.

He rubbed the palm of his hand over his straining member and pleasure shot down to his toes, making him shiver.

Gray orbs eyed the door to the bathroom, contemplating.

He forgot a towel..

He raised his hand to knock, but as his knuckles made contact it opened slightly.

Oh, he didn't close the door good.

Then a soft groan was heard over the sound of running water, causing Squall to still.

Peeking further into the bathroom, he spotted Seifer's form, behind the clear glass door of the shower chamber: flush against the wall, head arched, legs braced apart, mouth hanging open with a silent moan.

A gasp stuck in Squall's throat.

Is he?

Seifer closed his eyes, his fist closing around the length of his desire, the water providing the slickness he needed to slide up and down his swollen hardness. Gods it felt so good, he started panting slightly as he applied delicious pleasure to the tip, twisting slightly before slipping back down.

Lean hips were bucking slightly into his hand, and Squall couldn't tear himself away.

It was the most erotic thing. He watched in fascination as the column of the blonde's neck corded with muscles, trying not to make a sound. The man's thighs looked so strong, the sinews bulging as he braced himself. Squall's cheeks grew hot at his own behavior.

Am I... Am I really watching him like this?

Just then, Seifer's strokes grew quicker, breathing more harsh. Throwing his head back, he hissed through gritted teeth as his member jerked heavily in his hand. Thick whiteness poured out of him in spurts, his massive body shuddering as he came.

Squall felt himself swallow involuntarily, he couldn't believe he just stood there and watched... He just watched Seifer pleasure himself.

And strangely he didn't feel disgusted.

Quite the opposite.

Squall retreated quickly, leaving the towel right outside the door before he practically ran to his bedroom.

He'd shower later.

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Stepping into his room, Squall spotted Seifer on his bed.

Right. Nowhere to sleep.

Maybe he should have purchased another bed or at least a couch, Seifer couldn't very well sleep in the living area, he only had a table and a few chairs.

His bed was big enough for the both of them... But after what he witnessed, he wasn't sure he'd feel comfortable enough to sleep.

Not that he'd slept anyway.

"Hey." Seifer called. He had donned on some very comfortable looking sweat pants and little else. Squall skimmed over the expanse of his chest, marveling on the definition of muscle he had. He was always envious of Seifer that he could look so masculine. Although Squall had a decent mass when it came to muscle tone, but next to him he had always felt... Girlish. But then, Squall being only 5"10 and Seifer a good 6"2, it wasn't difficult.

"Make yourself comfortable." the brunette offered slipping under the covers at the other side of the bed, the side Squall always laid down on.

"How did you know which side I slept on?"

He shrugged, "you always put your back against the wall when you sleep."

Squall was oddly touched, "You remember that?"

"Heh, yeah. I always offered to sleep in front of you so I could protect your front."

That's right. Back in the orphanage the other kids used to make fun of Squall because he was smaller than everyone and cried easily. Seifer was always beating on someone on his behalf, which made him smile at the memory.

Seifer didn't remember when he dozed off, but the sound of holographic keys typing roused him.

Peering behind him, he watched silently as Squall's nimble fingers fluttered over the keyboard in light, percised motions, his expression intent, but very.. very tired.

That's why he's so worn out.

"Turn that shit off, Leonhart." hr growled deeply, startling the brunette.

"Seifer! You're awake?"

"I said," he rolled to his other side, facing him, "Turn. It. Off."

The two stared at eachother, until Squall finally gave in and shut down his computer.

"What's your prob---"

The blonde, pulled the other to him, Squall's head flush against his bare chest, "Sleep. Now."

"What?" Squall gasped, struggling a bit in his grasp. "Almasy--"

"Squall." he cut in gently, "You've been so tired lately. Just go to sleep, give me some peace of mind, will you?"

But the brunette immediately argued, "But there's so much things that have to be done, I cannot just---"

"Shhh."

Seifer began rubbing Squall's back soothingly, something he hadn't done since they were children.

Tracing intricate patterns, Seifer inhaled the other's scent deeply, it felt so good to have him in his arms. Felt so right...

Within minutes Squall was dead to the world, snoring softly.

Unable to resist, the blonde pressed a kiss onto the brunette's shoulder. The other mumbled something before he wiggled closer into their embrace.

He had to bite off a moan quickly, Shit... stop wiggling into my crotch please.

Morning arrived dutifully, Squall found himself in such a warm, comfortable place. Snuggling closer, he found himself rubbing against... Skin.

Lots of it.

Pulling back slightly, but unable to move much, due to a hold from two very strong hands clasped at his back.

Slowly becoming aware of his position, he tried again to pull away.

The hold on him grew tighter.

So there Squall was, on top of Seifer, his legs straddling the sleeping giant in the most indecent manner with his bare chest, pressed firmly against bare chest.

Not that it wasn't a nice chest, but that wasn't the point.

Sleepily, Squall studied the other's face, lax in sleep. His delicately angled face with the deep red scar that marred the skin between twin blonde brows, made him look like a fallen angel.

The blonde's shining tresses splayed across the pillow like a golden halo, if possible making him look almost serene. His smooth, flush lips parted slightly as he breathed, his naked chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Squall tired once more to pull away, planting his hands on the bed, when he realized something hard rubbing between the juncture of his parted thighs, flush against his ass.

He stopped moving.

Is that...?

The man under him sighed sweetly, his lean hips rolling a bit.

It rubbed intimately against him and Squall realized what it was and promptly flushed to his toes.

He looked back to the blonde's face only to find eyes in the most startling shade of green staring back at him sleepily.

With a tug of his lips, Seifer smiled, "Mm, 'morning princess."

"Seifer I... I mean, you..." his face heated a bit, "It's touching my ass..."

The blonde chuckled deeply, his voice thick with sleep, "And yours is digging into my stomach."

"I need to pee." Squall bit out.

He felt Seifer's arms let go and sat up.

Now this is a view a man could never get tired of seeing in the morning.

"SQUALLY-POO! I'VE COME BACK FOR YOUUUU!"

And just like that, the morning was indeed ruined.

The two cringed at the sound.

"Hyne, it's that fucking bitch again..." Squall cursed uncharacteristically.

"And so early too.." Seifer complained, his lips pushing together in a pout, "She's should not be allowed any public interaction until at least noon."

That earned his a dark scowl from the brunette on top, "Almasy, this is no time to joke."

Squall reached behind him, while the other watched the play of muscles on Squall's chest, and pulled the blanket around his torso, while folding the waistband of his sleep pants dangerously low.

"Quick, hold onto my hips." he ordered.

Seifer did just what he was told, looking up at the brunette, "Okay."

"Does it pain you terribly?" Squall asked

"No, after she's gone, I'll go take a piss and it'll be fine, why?"

"Because I'm going to--"

A slam outside broke off whatever Squall was going to say.

She's here.

"Squall?" they heard her call.

And he proceeded to grind himself over Seifer's hardened shaft, earning him a started groan from the man.

Seifer tightened his grip on Squall's hips, thrusting his hips upwards, his head tilting back a little.

Hellfire, this actually feels pretty good.

Squall planted his hands on the tops of Sefier's thighs, his back arching as he gyrated his hips in a way the blonde never knew he could.

It was a pleasant surprise.

Seifer made sure the blanket stayed securely on Squall's lean hips.

It was a perfect angle really, if anyone were to come in they would think that they were--

"Darling! I've come win you--- AHH!" a scream pierced the air as Rinoa burst into the bedroom.

Right then, both men paused a looked at the screaming woman, both expressions portraying shock.

"Oh... Good morning." Squall mumbled.

"Yes... It is a good morning." Seifer smiled up at the other man.

"Shush, sweetheart, we have company."

"I know, but I can't pull out of you now when I was just so close to--"

"Baby! Why are you doing this?" Rinoa's voice raised a pitch, "You're just confused," motioning in the general direction Seifer was in, "What does he have that I don't?" she glared cattily, "other than a bad attitude?"

"Me." Squall said quietly, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

Seifer sat up, his strong arms wrapping around Squall's body possessively, "You see... He's mine now, girly." he then pumped his hips in a crude gesture against Squall's thinly protected entrance, making the brunette gasp in pleasure, "So, why don't you be a good little girl and scram, we're too busy to babysit."

Rinoa, not knowing what to do, just stood at the entrance of Squall's bedchamber her dark eyes filling with tears.

Now where have I seen this before? Seifer sighed leaning his head against Squall's chest.

I know what you mean, try dating her, she uses that method all the time. Squall ran his fingers through Seifer's long blonde hair soothingly.

Never works does it?

Doesn't stop her from trying.

Both men jumped, looking at eachother, shock laced into their features.

"Did we--"

"I won't give up on you! You and I are meant to be Squally!" the woman exclaimed with vigor.

"Shut up you annoying little cunt!" Squall burst out, teeth gritted, eyes blazing.

Rinoa was surprised that Squall yelled at her.

Seifer was impressed that Squall used a dirty word like 'cunt'.

She cringed as if stuck and left the room sobbing.

Once she was gone, Seifer blinked at Squall, "You could hear me?"

The brunette looked confused, "Yeah." he shook his head lightly,"I can't even hear Rinoa's thoughts anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I think..." He breathed, "I don't think her and I are connected anymore."

"You mean..." Seifer inhaled sharply, finally realizing what was happening.

"Yeah.. I'm not her Knight. We're not connected anymore."

A sense of dread grew heavily inside Squall's chest.

TBC...
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