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Arcane Crisis	By : Chemotaxis Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8
It was early evening when Squall pulled up in front of the cabin. Bringing the bike to a full stop, he stayed on the bike, not making any moves to switch off the engine.
Remaining seated on the bike as well, Seifer decided to break the silence. "You're not continuing on tonight."
After a moments pause, Squall replied in annoyance. "Don't tell me what to do."
As the silence settled between them, Seifer's mood quickly deteriorated. There was no way he was going to let Squall continue on, but he also knew ordering the brunet about was not the way to gain the man's cooperation.
"Stay," Seifer finally said.
Relaxing in his seat, Squall felt his determination waver. As he killed the engine, he strangled a sigh of defeat. He couldn't deny crashing for the night sounded good. That and his body felt like it was slowly falling apart.
Moving off the bike, Seifer eyed the brunet cautiously, ready to grab hold of him or stop him from taking off if the man suddenly changed his mind. When the brunet slowly removed his helmet and eased himself off the bike, Seifer met Squall's tired gaze and gestured in the direction of the cabin with his head.
"Come on," Seifer spoke before grabbing the bag attached to the bike.
Inside, Seifer began switching on lights whilst Squall moved to sit on the couch. Moving to the fireplace, Seifer stole a quick glance at the quiet brunet. Squall looked more tired than Seifer had ever seen him, gray-blue irises already half hidden behind drooping eyelids.
Sinking deeper into the soft cushions of the couch, Squall couldn't see or hear anything around him, the sound of crashing waves overriding any other sound as his surroundings began swirling into a blur of colors. Even though his skin felt warm his bones felt like they were made of ice, locked into place. There was no energy left in him, he couldn't even move to lie down or grab a blanket to try and warm himself. Eyes unfocused and mind numbed, Squall just sat there not registering the world around him until he felt warmth against his right shoulder. Managing to look towards the source of heat, Squall saw the blurry outline of a hand on his shoulder and let his gaze travel to its owner's face. Watching Seifer's lips move as if in slow motion, Squall was slightly worried when he couldn't make out any words. Focusing completely on the movement of the blond's lips, the brunet was startled when a mug was held up in front of him. Understanding Seifer's intention, Squall slowly moved his hand to take the cup, slightly surprised when he found himself capable of completing the action. Feeling the warmth spreading against his hand, Squall quickly brought the cup to his mouth, eager to feel the hot liquid against his lips. Downing the amber liquid, Squall relaxed as heat coursed through him.
"I'll turn on the boiler. The water should be ready in about half an hour," Seifer said, eyeing Squall in concern.
Hearing the softly spoken words, Squall felt like he had just emerged from below water, finally able to see and hear again. Looking in Seifer's direction, Squall watched as the blond laid Squall's clothes out to dry before joining Squall by the fireplace.
Sitting down across from Squall, Seifer couldn't tear his eyes from the younger man. Seeing Squall in a SeeD uniform made Seifer ache. He had always dreamt of wearing a SeeD uniform; imagined how irresistible he would look and how everyone else would envy him. Not that he would have conformed to anything as trivial as wearing a uniform for long. Nevertheless, it still ached to see it on display whilst knowing he would never be able to fulfill those dreams. The uniform made Squall look even more untouchable, underlining the man's stern expression.
A sudden buzzing abruptly tore both men from their respective thoughts, the sound coming from where the still wet clothes were hanging. Getting up, Seifer quickly located the mobile before handing it to Squall.
"Quistis," he informed before sitting back down.
Frowning at his mobile, Squall accepted the call.
"Squall!" the woman at the other end of the line exclaimed before overwhelming the younger man with a barrage of questions. "Where have you been? Why didn't you answer earlier? I've been so worried about you!"
Seifer easily picked up on Squall's unease as the younger man's gaze traveled to rest on the floor.
"They told you," Squall spoke without inflection.
"Of course, what did you think would happen?" the girl demanded.
"It's no big deal." Squall replied, getting up from the couch to place some distance between himself and Seifer, wanting privacy if only of the imaginary kind.
"You could have died!" Quistis supplied in outrage.
Seifer was still able to hear every single word and wanted to shout out the exact same sentiment, wanting to force Squall to face up to reality. It was tempting, but the blond also knew that for the time being other things were more important than finding a release for his own pent up emotions.
When Squall didn't say anything further, Quistis finally continued. "Where are you?" she asked.
As the silence stretched on, she became impatient. "You're with him, aren't you?" she asked, not hiding her suspicions any longer, sounding slightly like a wronged lover. Seifer raised an eyebrow in interest.
At her rather direct claim, Squall froze in place.
"After Selphie called I checked your file," she said, pausing. "You haven't updated for days."
Squall remained quiet, unable to decide on what to tell her.
"He was with you, wasn't he?" she went on. "They told me that something was off, that somehow it didn't make sense."
Squall sighed, but kept quiet still.
"Talk to me, Squall," Quistis pleaded, voice soft.
Bowing his head in resignation, Squall took a deep breath. Stealing a glance at Seifer, Squall decided it was probably for the best if he found somewhere more private before continuing the conversation.
Making his way upstairs, Squall closed the door behind him as he entered Seifer's bedroom.
"He was there," he said, finally answering his inquisitive friend.
Relieved that Squall was talking to her, Quistis couldn't stop the questions that came pouring out of her. "Why didn't he help you? Why did he leave?"
Even though Squall hadn't been conscious to witness what had happened he was fairly certain he knew why Seifer had left. It would only take the addition of a tiny white lie to satisfy Quistis' curiosity. "Selphie and Irvine arrived. He knows I don't want anyone to know about him."
It was Quistis' turn to sigh heavily, fazed by her Squall's reasoning.
"He certainly knows how to fight, huh?" she finally said, remembering Irvine's description of the scene. It hadn't surprised her in the least. "He's a gunblader too, isn't he?"
"Yes," Squall replied, his unease growing, not at all pleased by Selphie and Irvine's observation skills.
"Where did he train? Is he a SeeD?" she asked, intrigued.
"No. Privately trained," came the terse reply.
"That must've been expensive. Rich family?"
"Not really," Squall answered noncommittally.
"So you're at his now?"
"Yes."
"And he's there with you?"
Squall frowned, uncertain why Quistis was asking all those questions. "Not right now-" he started but was abruptly cut off.
"I wish I could meet him, Squall," Quistis spoke excitedly. From the facts she had gathered up to that point she knew without a doubt there was more going on than Squall cared to admit. "Can I tell Selphie?" she asked.
"No!" Squall replied, voice hard.
Making tsk tsk noises, Quistis tried tempering her disappointment. Having to keep a secret of that magnitude from her closest friends was eating away at her. That and she really wanted to share her girlish excitement over the new development in Squall's life.
"I only came here to spar," Squall said, wanting to explain. He really didn't want Quistis to get the wrong idea.
Hearing Squall's determined voice, Quistis giggled inwardly. "If you say so," she said, thinking that he might be able to fool himself but not her. "Three days of sparring is a long time," she added, unable to stop herself from teasing.
When Squall didn't reply Quistis started worrying if she had gone to far, but when he finally broke the silence to inform her that he needed a shower, Quistis had to laugh inwardly. She could still very clearly recall his quick retreat to the bathroom the night he had confessed to having had sex with a guy. The guy Squall was currently staying with.
"Fine Squall, you do that. I'll speak to you soon," she said, heat rising to her cheeks at the thought of Squall being intimate with someone.
Hanging up, Squall sat as if transfixed, just staring strangely at the phone in his hand. There was no doubt Quistis thought there was something going on between himself and Seifer. Only, she didn't know it was Seifer. Regardless, he would have to correct her the next time he spoke with her. Somehow he had the feeling it wouldn't be quite so easy to convince her of her error.
Eyeing the door to the bathroom, Squall was eager to feel the hot water against his skin. Getting into the shower, Squall turned on the faucet before moving to stand under the hot spray. Hot water running against his cold skin, Squall felt like his body was finally coming alive again, the almost scolding water making his skin raw and tender. Inhaling the hot air gathering around him, Squall's mind became increasingly foggy, his thoughts quickly singling in on his need for sleep. Drying off slowly, unable to pull himself out of his tired state, it was a while before Squall finally left the bathroom.
Opening the door to the bedroom, Squall was surprised to lay eyes on the blond. Seifer sat as if lost in thought at the end of the bed. At Squall's approach, Seifer raised his head and quickly rose form the bed.
"I'll sleep on the couch tonight," Seifer said, eyes resting on Squall.
"No," Squall spoke forcefully, his brow creasing in annoyance.
"Fuck it Squall, you need a proper night's sleep," Seifer continued, his words more resigned than anything. Seifer hadn't expected it to be easy to persuade Squall to accept any form of comfort. Indeed, Squall's eyes narrowed dangerously before he gave his reply. "You think I'll get that in your bed?"
At the harsh words green eyes narrowed as well before Seifer let a smirk grace his features. "Either that or it's going to get mighty crowded on the couch."
Grabbing a pillow before Squall could reply, Seifer turned to head downstairs.
Following the blond's retreating back with his gaze, Squall stood as if transfixed, words of protest at the tip of his tongue. Unable to come up with any better alternative, the brunet finally relented and sat down on the bed. Feeling the mattress softly shifting under his weight, Squall felt the tiredness from before settle back in. Not finding the strength to fight it, Squall let himself fall backwards onto the bed. Almost falling asleep in his somewhat awkward position, Squall finally gave in and rose to undress before moving under the duvet. Surrounded by softness and white cotton, Squall let himself drift off whilst enjoying the feel of lying in a comfortable bed for the first time in months.
It was the smell of coffee that pulled Squall out of his dreams the following morning. Opening his eyes slowly, he immediately lay eyes on a mug placed on a nightstand next to the bed. Forcing the last vestiges of sleep from his mind by massaging his forehead, he sat up. On all sides he was surrounded by a big fluffy duvet, a luxury he was very rarely afforded. Laying eyes on the mug once more, Squall grabbed it in curiosity. The mug was filled with the black liquid Squall had expected, the container still warm to the touch. Placing a pillow behind him, Squall lent back against the wall, for once letting himself just enjoy the moment.
It had been a long time since Squall had last slept so well and undisturbed, not to mention so comfortably. He just couldn't bring himself to leave yet. He couldn't care any less who usually slept in the bed. Sipping on the hot coffee whilst sinking deeper into the bed, Squall couldn't help but feel thankful towards the blond. Seifer had known exactly what Squall had needed and sitting in the blond's bed that morning Squall found himself feeling utterly selfish; he really didn't want the luxury to end. The first excuse came surprisingly easy. After all he didn't actually feel that rested so it was completely justified to snuggle up under the duvet for a second helping of much needed sleep.
When Squall woke again hours later he stretched his limbs languidly before taking his time getting up. He hadn't lain in since before he had gone on his current mission. If what he was currently assigned to do could actually be called a mission. Noticing the cup from earlier missing, Squall frowned before getting dressed and heading downstairs.
At the large wooden table Seifer sat cleaning Hyperion meticulously, not sparing Squall a glance as the brunet made his way towards the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. Or lunch, more likely.
A chunk of bread in hand, Squall hoisted himself up to sit on the surface of the kitchen counter, keeping his eyes on Seifer's almost reverent treatment of the disassembled blade. In that respect they were entirely alike. Nothing mattered more than keeping their blades in prime condition. Once finished eating, Squall walked to where he had left Lion Heart the night before. Moving to sit opposite Seifer, he deftly began the same rigorous approach, giving Lion Heart thorough clean.
With Squall sat just across from him, Seifer felt his concentration waver. Stealing glances at the younger man, he was relieved to note the tired look from the night before had vanished from the brunet's face. The paleness had also disappeared, Squall's slight tan back in place. Seifer wasn't really surprised when he found himself enjoying the view. Sleep tousled bangs lazily framed Squall's face as the man studied his blade in earnest. The SeeD uniform was slightly mussed, hanging open to reveal a soft white shirt underneath. Even though Seifer took his eyes off Squall, the brunet still remained in his thoughts.
Seifer had been more than mildly surprised to find Squall lying in his bed when he had entered his bedroom that morning. He had been absolutely certain Squall would have left as early as possible and without a sound. That the brunet was sitting across from him, still present well after noon was baffling to the blond. However, it didn't change the fact that Seifer had work to do.
Somewhat surprised to find Hyperion lying reassembled and polished before him despite his distracted frame of mind, Seifer got up from the table.
Barely registering Seifer leaving the table, Squall continued his work as if in a trance. When Seifer picked up Hyperion from the table ten minutes later to head out, Squall was so absorbed he didn't even notice that either. So when Squall finished his work hours later, he was quite surprised to find the house completely empty.
Eyeing the door leading to the front of the house, Squall felt wary, but then another excuse popped up, immediately distracting him. Recalling his wet clothes from the night before, the brunet frowned when he couldn't locate them where he remembered Seifer placing them the night before. Getting antsy, Squall was relieved when he finally spotted his clothes lying in a neat pile on the couch. Grabbing them he quickly went upstairs to change. Returning back downstairs, Squall looked at the time. It was too late to leave. Really. He would gain more from staying and completing his daily exercise. Determined, he grabbed Lion Heart and set course for the lake.
Out of breath and soaked in his own sweat, Squall stopped in place. He had been driving himself hard, constantly pushing himself. Running a hand through his dishevel locks, he skimmed his surroundings. The shadows were getting longer, the colors of the environment graying. In the distance Squall could make out Seifer working by the lakeside, emptying a net. Glancing in the direction of the lake once more, Squall felt a strange connection to the place. Feeling the tranquility of the place calm his mind, he walked over to a large outcrop
Lowering himself to sit on the cold ground, Squall lent back to rest against one of the rocks. Disconnecting from time and place, Squall lost himself to deeper thoughts. Pondering, the brunet was so absorbed he didn't even notice the blond leaving nor returning. It wasn't till he heard the other man settling down on the rock next to him that Squall returned to reality. In the distance Squall spotted the blood red sky and the sun slowly disappearing in the horizon.
After a moment of enjoying the view, Squall got up and slowly began removing his clothes.
Unable to tear his eyes from the man in front of him, Seifer sat transfixed. The orange hues of the sun on Squall's naked skin made the brunet look almost ethereal as he walked to the surf of the lake.
Slowly continuing his path, Squall didn't make any noise as the cold water started lapping against his skin.
Realizing Squall was fully submerged, Seifer couldn't help a slight smile at how entirely spellbound he had been. Chuckling to himself, he tore his eyes away from the lake. It was getting too dark for him to see much anyway.
As Seifer sat in the dark he could hear nothing but the occasional splash of water. He didn't even want to think about how cold the water was, the air almost stinging against his skin.
Hearing movement at the lakeside once more, Seifer looked back, unable to make out much more than Squall's silhouette until luminescent waves of magic traveled across the man's skin, red and blue glowing strands of magic fighting for dominance. Scrunching his eyebrows in apprehension, Seifer didn't relax until Squall began walking back in Seifer's direction, seemingly unharmed. Understanding dawning, Seifer was awed by Squall's exceptional grasp of magic.
Waiting for Squall to get dressed, Seifer got up from his position to stand next to him, giving the younger man a sense of privacy.
Walking back in silence, neither of them really realized that they hadn't spoken a single word that day, just coexisted without needing words. It was Squall who finally broke the silence when they arrived back at the cabin.
"Where did you put the fish?" he asked, not even considering that Seifer might not understand what he was talking about.
Looking at Squall in slight confusion, Seifer replied. "There's a container with a couple in the fridge."
Hanging his leather jacket on the back of a chair, Squall proceeded to the kitchen and got out the container.
Neither spoke as Squall began cooking. Green eyes followed the younger man as he rummaged through Seifer's cupboards to find what he needed rather than asking for help. Seifer remained passive, just watching as the meal was prepared.
When Squall placed two plates on the table with food that looked more delicious than anything Seifer had laid eyes on in months, Seifer's mouth watered. Digging in, the blond was surprised that his eyes hadn't deceived him; Squall had indeed cooked a delicious meal. Biting down the urge to tell Squall that he would make an excellent housewife, Seifer instead settled on something that probably wouldn't send food flying.
"This is nice," he spoke, not noticing Squall's eyes narrow in suspicion. "Really good."
At the added statement an elegant eyebrow rose in disbelief and when Seifer finally looked up he knew he had to change the topic urgently if he was to appease the brunet.
"So if you're not enjoying your role at Garden, why don't you leave?" he asked jumping to a completely different train of thought.
Silent for a moment before Seifer's question finally made it through his defenses, Squall considered the question.
"There's nothing else," he finally stated, his voice not conveying how much the brutal truth actually affected him.
"You could do what I do," Seifer supplied.
"I couldn't," Squall spoke, eyes becoming unfocused.
It didn't take long for Seifer to realize that Squall was right. Squall had never been good at socializing or manipulating people. It was something that had always been very different about them. And it was that exact skill that meant Seifer never had to worry about getting jobs; he could always worm his way into people trusting him to give him a job.
"I've hardly been on any missions since the war," Squall continued. "There aren't many in the first place, but the ones Garden get they can't use me for because everyone knows my face."
Squall's voice was no longer neutral, bitterness was etched into every word.
Seifer clearly showed his disbelief. "I still manage it."
"Tell that to Xu," Squall said in irritation.
Empathizing with Squall, the words left Seifer's mouth before he could reconsider. "Would you be up for a mission together? I mean, I could probably find something for both of us if you want to come along."
Looking directly at Seifer, Squall tried to figure out how sincere Seifer was being. Satisfied by the sincerity of Seifer's expression, Squall nodded briefly. "If it's possible."
Thinking about going on a proper mission, not even remembering the last time he had been on one, Squall felt excitement that had long laid dormant resurfacing. Lost in thought, thinking of what type of mission they could end up going on, Squall didn't notice anything else before he found himself staring at an empty plate; Seifer was already sat by the fireplace, languidly perusing a Weapons Monthly.
Joining Seifer by the fireplace, Squall got comfortable on the couch and let himself enjoy the sight of the dancing flames. It didn't take long however, before the blond interrupted the peaceful meandering of Squall's thoughts.
"Squall..." Seifer began. "Why did you track me down?"
Keeping his eyes on the flames, Squall answered without really acknowledging the blond. "I was bored."
There were no details in his answer, but it was the most honest answer he could give.
Seifer couldn't help but smirk slightly at the notion of Squall seeking him out because he had needed someone to bring some excitement into his life. The smirk vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared though as he remembered that he had indeed brought quite a bit of excitement into the younger man's life. A sudden unfamiliar urge to apologize grew at the back of Seifer's mind. He really wasn't proud of what had transpired that first night when Squall had made his appearance.
"Squall...I-" he started.
"Don't," Squall immediately demanded, quite certain he knew where Seifer was going from the tone of the other man's voice. Squall had no intention of ever revisiting that night in his thoughts. It was the past and it didn't matter anymore.
"Okay," Seifer relented, leaning back in his seat. He wasn't surprised Squall didn't want to hear the apology and he couldn't deny he was rather relieved by that. Strangely, Seifer mused, regardless of what their relationship had been through, they still managed to be friends in the most natural of ways.
"You and Quistis seem to have become close," Seifer said, recalling the interruption from the night before.
"She's a good friend," Squall replied matter-of-factly.
"Never did imagine you two getting close. She always seemed way too stuck up her own ass."
The ensuing pause stretched on long enough for Seifer to acknowledge that Squall wasn't endeared by his description of Quistis. He knew he was right for certain when Squall's eyes bore directly into his own
"I never imagined you capable of living a life not being the center of attention," Squall retorted, voice hard.
Narrowing his eyes in response, Seifer replied somberly. "I've learnt my lesson."
Returning his thoughts to the phone call from the night before, Seifer remembered another topic that had been on his mind. "So... with the lack of SeeDs at my door, I take it you didn't tell Quistis about me?"
Squall's answer was immediate. "No."
"Why?"
"She didn't need to know," came the simple reply.
"But you obviously trust her, so why not tell her?" Seifer asked.
Frowning at the question, Squall knew exactly why he hadn't told Quistis. He had needed to tell her about what had happened between himself and Seifer; divulging Seifer's identity would have been a disaster. Disclosing it later on had appeared no less disastrous. "I see no reason to."
"So when Quistis referred to a 'he' when you were talking to her yesterday, who exactly was she referring to?" Seifer continued.
Looking away, Squall tried avoiding the answer. Something he should have realized wouldn't work on Seifer years ago.
"Who?" Seifer repeated.
"Just a guy," was Squall's rather evasive reply.
"Me?" Seifer asked after a slight pause.
"Yes."
Coming to the conclusion that a nameless version of himself existed in Quistis' mind, Seifer was even more curious. "What did you tell her?" he asked, intrigued to know what Squall had told Quistis about their encounters.
Seifer's question brought gray-blue eyes to lock straight onto jade, the brunet regarding the blond in irritation.
"It can't be that bad," Seifer commented, half laughing at Squall's rather pissed off expression. "Come on. What does she know?" he asked, unable to suppress a smirk.
As Squall's glare intensified whilst he remained quiet, Seifer rose an eyebrow in challenge. At the appearance of a slight reddish hue on Squall's high cheekbones, Seifer couldn't help but snort.
"Reeaaaaally?" Seifer asked, highly amused, trying to wind up Squall even further.
Fully aware that Seifer was bating him, Squall averted his gaze. He didn't understand why though. Surely the topic wasn't pleasant for either of them.
"I thought you repressed the shit out of that," Seifer let out before he could bite back his blunt statement.
Squall's eyebrows scrunched in contemplation. Indeed, he had tried to repress it.
Keeping his eyes on Squall, Seifer continued studying the brunet. The slight flush was still there, reminding Seifer of other times when that color had been present on the brunet's cheeks. Sucking in his breath as one vivid image after another of a rather naked brunet came to mind, Seifer felt his hormones take control. He wanted to make Squall lose control to pleasure again. He wanted to slide inside the brunet whilst listening to the stoic man sucking in his breath in need. Leaning back in his seat and raising his arms behind him, locking his hands at the back of his head, Seifer spoke with the clear intent to provoke Squall. "Fuck, I'm horny."
The sentence gained the blond an incredulous look from the brunet, Squall making it perfectly clear that he hadn't wanted to know that piece of information. But as Squall took in the look of unadulterated hunger in Seifer's eyes, he felt rather hot and not just a little bit like Seifer was about to devour him whole.
"Stop that," he spoke, voice not nearly as demanding as he would have liked.
"What?" Seifer leered, pretending to be oblivious.
"Looking at me like that," Squall clarified, not realizing Seifer was baiting him.
"Don't you ever get horny, Squall?" Seifer asked, unable to help himself from toying with the younger man.
Finally Squall looked away, annoyance taking over his features. "Fuck you, Seifer."
Letting Squall stew for a couple of minutes before continuing, Seifer refused to end his fun. "Tell me... when does the mighty Commander feel the urge to touch himself?"
"I don't," Squall answered plainly, the dismissive tone egging Seifer on.
"I think we need a remedy for that," Seifer said, voice low. Pausing for a moment to lure Squall into a false sense of security, Seifer trained his eyes on the brunet, not wanting to miss the brunet's reaction to the words he was about to speak.
"How about Rinoa's wet pussy?" he asked, watching keenly for any reaction. "Does thinking about that get you hot?"
As Squall's face contorted in distaste, Seifer chuckled inwardly but plunged forward, wanting to push the brunet. "How about her naked breasts, nipples pert just for you?"
Enjoying Squall's expressing all too much, Seifer continued. "No? That doesn't do it for you?"
Pausing for impact, the blond braced himself for the very likely event of an angry brunet wanting to throttle him before continuing.
"Hmmmmm... how about a hard cock then, straining to be touched?" he said, not sure what to make of the lack of reaction. The thought of Squall being close to snapping made his heart beat faster, a particular type of anticipation setting in, yet he couldn't stop himself. "Slowly pushing into you."
At the glazed over look to Squall's eyes and the deeper shade of pink spreading on the man's cheeks, Seifer felt all his blood rush south. Stunned by the image before him, Seifer found his mind drawing a blank even before Squall spoke the word 'stop'.
"I want to make you come," Seifer finally said, the words leaving his mouth before he could think better of it. Looking directly at Seifer, Squall forgot the retort he was about to speak, the intensity in green eyes greater than he had witnessed before.
"What?" Squall asked in disbelief, his voice almost inaudible. He couldn't believe the reality of what Seifer was saying. Beginning to question his sanity, Squall almost missed it when Seifer repeated the words.
Letting the words sink in, Squall narrowed his eyes in displeasure. His mind couldn't deal with what was happening. He didn't really understand why Seifer was acting the way he was or why they had ended up at this juncture. He thought they had successfully returned to being sparring partners; he thought they had left everything else behind.
"You're such a pussy, Squall, so fucking afraid of losing face," Seifer jeered, interrupting Squall from his thoughts. "Well, guess what. Sex isn't about being humiliated or dominated. It's about pleasure."
Finding Seifer's statement ridiculously flawed, Squall raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Okay. Yes, it was. Fuck it, it was. But not anymore. I just want sex. And I want to show you how fucking mind blowing it can be."
Squall cringed when his mind quickly supplied its own opinion on the matter. It was.
Getting up from where he had been sitting, Seifer waited for Squall to look at him before nodding his head in the direction of the stairs.
"Come on," he said, before pausing briefly. "Live a little."
Heading upstairs without looking back, Seifer felt his pulse rise. No matter how nonchalant and collected he had acted, it had been just that. An act. He was burning with desire and knew he needed release one way or another. Having Squall participate would definitely be the more satisfying option. But it was out of his hands. Squall would have the final say; Seifer wanted it to be Squall's choice. No more fuck ups or misunderstandings. If Squall wasn't up for it, there was always his own hand, although that thought made Seifer's excitement dwindle considerably.
Lost in thought, Squall couldn't make the wretched excitement at Seifer's words disappear. He wanted to make it disappear, but as he remembered the raw emotions he had experienced whilst being taken by Seifer before, he wanted nothing but join the blond upstairs. Trying to remove himself from the situation he quickly realized his bias. He was turned on. Somehow Seifer had managed to make him want something he hadn't even thought about lately. Without thinking, Squall found himself standing, teetering on the edge of a decision. Even with the knowledge that his mind was biased he could no longer justify his reluctance. There had been no malicious intent in Seifer's eyes, only lust. Maybe there really was a way for them to just find release in each other without it being about anything but pleasure. Not that he had ever found himself wanting that kind of pleasure before. But before didn't matter, only the present did. Grabbing hold of that thought Squall started from his frozen position and headed in the direction of the stairs.
Hearing Squall walking up the stairs, Seifer couldn't help but wonder if the end of the world was near. He had never believed himself to be a lucky son of a bitch. But at that moment he certainly felt like one. He was going to have Squall. Naked. In his bedroom. The most lusted after man on the planet. In his bed. Willingly. Not because of the man's ridiculous pride or because of an absurd bargain but because Squall wanted it. Squall finally wanted to let go. Quickly moving from his slumped position on the bed, Seifer stopped in his tracks as Squall entered the bedroom.
Squall looked off to the side slightly, obviously uncomfortable.
Without saying anything Seifer began removing his shirt.
Watching Seifer take off his shirt out of the corner of his eyes, Squall reluctantly slid his own off, his necklace landing cold against his chest.
Seifer considered his options. He didn't really imagine Squall appreciating conventional foreplay. Nor did it really seem that appropriate, which left him without much to go from.
"So... what will it be, Squall?" Seifer asked, deciding the direct route would probably win Squall's approval. "Mutual masturbation? Oral? Or will you let me fuck you?"
Just as gray-blue eyes began narrowing, Seifer continued. "Before you glare at me for that last bit, no, I don't like being fucked. Simple as that, I don't find any pleasure in it."
When Squall's features relaxed somewhat in reply, Seifer knew he had gotten his point across.
"Your choice. You instigated this," Squall said, his tone of voice verging on blame.
At the words, Seifer's face lit up in amusement. He really couldn't believe his luck. "Well..." he began. "I think I might know something you'd like."
As Squall watched the blond walking towards him in a way not entirely unlike how the blond usually engaged him in battle, Squall became wary. Instinctively moving into his fighting stance as he picked up on all the signals, the brunet was prepared when the blond's assault came.
Grabbing hold of Squall's hands from their position of defense, Seifer forced them downwards and sideways. As Squall's arms relaxed in Seifer's hold, Seifer let go of them before swiftly forcing Squall onto the bed, the younger man not expecting the sudden attack. Realizing his mistake as he felt himself connect with the covers, Squall immediately rolled to his right, trying to distance himself. Unsuccessful, he was caught lying on his front, arms trapped beneath him, whilst Seifer used all his weight to keep him in place.
"See... I think you like this," Seifer hissed with the effort of trying to keep the brunet beneath him in place. At the words, Squall stilled.
Putting all his weight on his knees, Seifer leant back and released his hold on Squall once more. Beneath him Squall turned to face him, cheeks rosy from exertion.
Lowering himself to sit on Squall, Seifer couldn't not notice the hardness at the front of Squall's trousers, but bit back the urge to comment. Instead, the defiant look to Squall's eyes made the blond momentarily lose control. Hungrily grinding himself against Squall he tried to appease his growing lust. On their own volition, Seifer's hands sought out slim wrists, moving them to rest aside brown locks. The brunet wasn't putting up a fight and when Seifer paused his grinding, Squall pressed himself up against the blond to prolong the pleasure. Leaning back to take in the sight of the brunet splayed out on the bed below, Seifer couldn't help a low chuckle.
Gray-blue eyes were on Seifer immediately, trying to read his expression as the blond began working on Squall's belts. Seifer's moves were rough and impatient; entirely acceptable in Squall's mind. Squall had never enjoyed intimacy, but what was happening between him and Seifer he could deal with. It felt natural.
Belts off, Seifer began unzipping Squall's trousers, looking up to lock eyes with the usually stern man. Smirking, Seifer kept his eyes on slightly irritated gray-blues whilst hooking his fingers under Squall's trousers and boxers before tugging them downwards.
Raising his hips to aid in the movement, Squall bit his lower lip and closed his eyes as cold air rushed against his naked skin. Feeling Seifer's calloused hand close around his cock seconds later, Squall frowned, the connection a strange mixture of finality and uncertainty.
Stroking Squall slowly and firmly, Seifer kept his eyes fixed on Squall's pale lips. It hadn't taken the blond long to figure out that was where Squall had the most trouble hiding his true emotions. Enjoying the feel of Squall's cock warm and hard in his hand, Seifer increased the speed until Squall threw his head back against the bed, the movement alerting Seifer just in the nick of time. Against his will, Seifer removed his hand, immediately gaining an icy stare from the brunet. He wasn't about to let the brunet come. Not yet.
"I think you'll like this too," Seifer continued, one of his hands moving to grasp a discarded belt.
In a blur of movement Seifer grabbed one of Squall's arms before sitting on it, holding it in place and blocking Squall from interfering. With Squall thrashing behind him, Seifer worked quickly to place the belt around the younger man's wrist. Belt in place, Seifer let go of the arm and instead worked on capturing the other but lost his hold on the buckling brunet.
Moving further onto the bed, Squall managed to distance himself from Seifer and raised himself onto his knees. He wasn't going to make it easy for Seifer. Putting up a fight was much more satisfying, but he didn't try to unclasp the belt hanging off his right wrist.
Still wearing clothes from his waist down, Seifer clambered onto the bed as well. Inching closer to Squall on his knees, he held a couple of belts in his left hand whilst wagging his eyebrows in challenge. They both knew there wasn't going to be any escape for the brunet.
Initiating the wrestle, Squall launched himself at Seifer's side, pushing the man towards the bed. Grabbing one of the blond's arms, Squall held on roughly whilst putting all of his weight on Seifer side, forcing the man onto his back, Seifer's free arm caught beneath him. Straddling the blond, Squall replaced his hold on the blond's arm with the pressure from his left leg, forcing the arm flush against Seifer's body.
At the sight of a naked Squall straddling his stomach, Seifer promptly decided that from then on all their spars would have to be in the nude. Eyes roaming Squall's lean back, narrow waist and round bottom, Seifer stilled his fighting, eagerly anticipating Squall's next move.
Seifer wasn't surprised when he felt Squall tugging at his trousers. Nor was he surprised when Squall glanced back over his shoulder briefly to study Seifer as the brunet realized Seifer wasn't wearing any underwear.
Using his legs, Seifer managed to kick off his trousers whilst Squall remained in the same position, unmoving, most likely temporarily lost in Squall World.
Recognizing his momentary advantage, Seifer buckled beneath the younger man, throwing them both sideways before crushing Squall beneath him. Remembering his intentions, Seifer grabbed a protesting wrist as Squall desperately tried using his other arm to gain enough leverage to push himself off the bed. Working swiftly, Seifer had the belt tied around Squall's wrist in seconds. Grabbing Squall's other wrist, Seifer forced the two wrists together above Squall's head using all his strength to hold down Squall whilst tying the two belts together.
By then both men were breathing heavily, neither of them noticing the intimacy of their position before Seifer removed his hold on Squall's wrists, the belts successfully immobilizing the younger man's hands. Seifer's hard cock was pressed against Squall's crack, the larger man's legs enveloping Squall's.
Testing his restraint, Squall felt it tighten against his wrists. Moving his elbows beneath him, Squall used all his strength to try and push the blond off him.
Feeling Squall push against him, Seifer quickly rolled off, wanting to make sure he hadn't gone too far. Sitting up, he watched as Squall unhurriedly rolled onto his side, the brunet immediately locking eyes with Seifer. The gray-blues were steely, giving nothing away. After moments of sizing each other up, Squall broke the silence.
"Do it," he said, challenging the blond to continue.
By Squall's side almost instantaneously, Seifer forced the brunet onto his back before releasing the belt holding Squall's wrists together, sending a quick glance towards the top of the bed, indicating his intention to Squall.
Moving further up the bed, Squall wasn't startled when Seifer grabbed one of his wrists harshly and brought it close to the headboard.
"Trust me," Seifer said, not looking at the brunet, instead focused on tying one of Squall's wrists to the bed.
Squall followed Seifer's movements from behind brown locks, much more turned on by being tied up by Seifer than he cared to admit.
"I am," Squall finally spoke and jade eyes immediately landed on his own.
"Good," Seifer said, smirking, before moving on to fastening the other belt to the bed.
Admiring his work, Seifer let his eyes feast on the naked body before him. He knew the slightly irritated and annoyed look on Squall's face was just a facade, the slight bob of the younger man's cock giving Squall.
Leaning down to cover the brunet's body with his own, Seifer watched as gray-blue eyes closed in pleasure. Placing his head next to Squall's, he spoke softly. "Just say stop."
Understanding the meaning behind Seifer's words, Squall reopened his eyes to look on whilst Seifer got off the bed. As Seifer grabbed his previously discarded shirt, Squall's eyebrows narrowed in uncertainty, unable to follow the blond's train of thought.
"Close your eyes," Seifer demanded as he moved to sit next to Squall.
Doing as Seifer had told him, Squall forced himself to empty his mind as he lay in wait. Feeling soft fabric against his forehead, Squall's brows wrinkled even further. He wasn't certain he would enjoy being blindfolded.
"Trust me," the blond's voice broke his train of thought, repeating the words from earlier.
Every touch was amplified as Squall felt hands roughly grab hold of his knees before sliding them apart. Unable to do anything but listen and feel, Squall lay there, the game of anticipating Seifer's every move putting him on edge, each touch more intense than he would have deemed possible.
Tracing his fingers slowly and seductively against the inside of Squall's thighs, Seifer was immensely pleased that he had managed to persuade Squall to go along with the restraints. Hopefully they would become one of the reasons for Squall to come back for more.
Moving away from Squall so their bodies were no longer touching, Seifer placed his tongue against the soft skin along the inside of Squall's left elbow.
Immediately turning his head to see what was happening, Squall remembered too late that he was blindfolded. The resulting chuckle coming from the blond made Squall frown in annoyance, but he didn't move his head back.
Letting his tongue travel along Squall's lean arm, Seifer was rewarded with a tiny startled gasp.
Almost immediately, the tongue was removed, leaving Squall deprived until he felt something slightly warm and wet at his side. Startled, he jerked against his restraints, the slow trail of Seifer's tongue almost ticklish against his skin. Then it stopped again, making Squall frown as he felt nothing but the cold air against his skin. But then a quick lick at his most sensitive area made his hips arch involuntarily in need. Sucking in his breath, Squall lay in wait, impatiently wanting Seifer to pick up his pace. If it didn't happen soon, then Squall sure as hell would make him. One way or another.
Sensing Squall's growing impatience, Seifer took hold of the younger man's cock roughly, stroking him purposefully.
Startled by the sudden rough treatment, Squall let out a string of moans until he became aware of what he was doing. Seifer's hand on him felt amazing. The feel was nothing like the few times he had handled himself. And it was sending him close to the edge already, the intense feel making his eyes roll back in pleasure. But then Seifer stopped his movements again, all too soon. As the deprivation stretched on, Squall voiced his dissatisfaction.
"Seifer," he hissed out menacingly, stretching out the man's name.
"Yes, Squall?" Seifer said back, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice. It didn't help when Squall raised his head off the bed to face the blond in warning, obviously oblivious to exactly how silly he looked trying to pull of looking threatening whilst wearing a blindfold.
When wetness engulfed Squall's cock seconds later he threw his head backwards and bit down on his lower lip as hard as he could to keep the pleasure from erupting from his throat in a wanton moan. But soon, all he felt was suction, pressure, and wetness; all in a place that made him push back into the heat whenever it disappeared. It wasn't long before he was coming, his mind bursting into a million pieces. He didn't even realize when the warmth around him disappeared, his breath still ragged and brain disconnected from the world around him. As his breathing finally calmed and senses returned, Squall felt the mattress dip between his legs. He wasn't surprised when Seifer gently spread his legs further apart. He wasn't really surprised either when he felt something slick against his entrance.
Hooking both his hands under Squall's knees, Seifer pushed them up and backwards. Moving forwards, Seifer pushed himself against the brunet's opening, watching as Squall once more bit his lip. Forcing himself inside without much preparation, Seifer couldn't stop a curse from spilling off his lips. Watching Squall's expression closely, he didn't miss the man's jaws clenching and forehead creasing into a frown.
"Too much?" Seifer asked, holding still.
Relaxing his muscles, Squall forced out his reply. "No," he said, wanting the intense mixture of pain and pleasure Seifer had made him experience before. Even though he wouldn't admit it, that was one of the reasons why he had decided to go upstairs. He knew Seifer could give him exactly what he wanted.
Forcing himself further inside, Seifer closed his eyes, needing to block out the all too arousing sight beneath him. Pausing before slowly sliding back out, Seifer held his breath. As he repeated the action and became accustomed to the incredible tightness around him, he felt confident enough in not losing it then and there to reopen his eyes and look at the breathtaking sight below.
Spotting Squall's renewed erection, Seifer smirked in satisfaction. Grabbing the hard member he began stroking it roughly.
"Faster," Squall spoke in annoyance, tilting his hips to better meet Seifer's thrusts.
Frowning slightly at the command, Seifer decided to obey and increased his speed, pleased when Squall threw back his head and started gasping for air with each plunge. Unable to coordinate thrusting and stroking at the faster pace, Seifer released Squall's glistening cock.
Spurred on, Seifer kept increasing the pace, enjoying the reactions he was drawing from Squall far too much. Driving himself into the brunet repeatedly, he snarled, lust driving his every move. Tightening his holds on Squall's legs, the blond gained more force behind each thrust, causing the brunet to push his chest off the bed and arch his neck backwards in ecstasy.
Looking down, Seifer watched as Squall's cock bounced hard against the fighter's firm stomach before moving his eyes to look at his own member pounding mercilessly into Squall. Wanting to go deeper, Seifer leant forwards whilst pushing Squall's legs further up, decreasing the distance between them. Slamming himself into the brunet below, Seifer let himself go completely. He knew Squall could take it. Feeling hard heat slapping against his stomach, Seifer on the other hand couldn't take it any longer. Along with a litany of curses he emptied himself into the panting brunet, sweat soaked and flush with heat.
Gasping for air, feeling his orgasm subside, Seifer slowed down to collapse on top of the brunet. Breathing heavily in order to ground himself, it was a while before he was drawn back to reality by the warm body beneath. Raising himself to sit up, leaning back on his heels, cock still buried deep inside Squall, Seifer's eyes traveled the length of the brunet. Grabbing Squall's still hard cock Seifer set a fast pace, slowly pushing in and out of the brunet whilst pumping him mercilessly.
A satisfied smile graced Seifer's lips as he manage to make out an almost inaudible 'yes' amongst the younger man's quick breaths. And then Squall was coming, white liquid landing against the brunet's pale stomach. Licking his lips, Seifer felt his semi-erect cock regains some of its hardness, but pulled out when Squall's breathing finally slowed down.
There was no other way to describe it. Seifer was beyond addicted. If Squall wasn't going to come back for seconds, Seifer was going to have to find another way of persuading the brunet. For the third time in a row Squall had managed to make each and every one of Seifer's previous sex encounters seem bleak and tedious. Like fucking duties.
Leaning forwards to push Squall's blindfold upwards, Seifer lost his breath when gray-blues opened to stare at him intently. There was something hidden in their depths; the brunet's usual shields no where in sight. Instead a relaxed expression of wonder graced the man's features. Time stood still as the two rivals looked at each other, understanding dawning on a completely different level.
Stealing a glance at usually pale lips now tinged red, Seifer licked his lips, unconsciously leaning closer.
As gray-blue eyes narrowed at Seifer's movement the blond caught on just in time to stop himself and moved to sit at the edge of the bed. "Good, huh?" he asked over his shoulder, pausing for a second before moving to grab some boxers.
Making his way back to the brunet's side, Seifer began undoing the belts still tying the brunet to the bed.
"Yeah," Squall said, not afraid to admit that the pleasure had been exactly how Seifer had described it; mind numbing.
Free once more, Squall massaged his sore wrist as he followed the blond's moves around the room with his gaze before the blond disappeared into the bathroom. Squall still couldn't form a coherent thought, his body sore and bruised but at the same time tingling pleasantly. He didn't quite know what to make of what had happened. He knew he wanted more. It had felt good, amazing even. Natural. Like something they could do and then forget about. Until the next time they felt like it.
Feeling something wet and hot land on his stomach, Squall was torn from his thoughts. Seeing the wet towel lying across his stomach, he began cleaning himself. Next to him, Seifer pulled back the duvet and got into bed as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Slightly uncomfortable at the proximity, Squall got out of the bed in response, throwing the towel to the floor when he'd removed the last traces of sex from his body. Laying eyes on his boxers he quickly put them on whilst keeping his back to Seifer.
On the bed Seifer lay watching Squall in silence. "Come back to bed," he finally spoke in a tired voice when the brunet began gathering his clothes.
As Squall eyed the bed in uncertainty, Seifer knew it would be tough persuading the brunet to stay. He did have an inkling of how to make it more likely though, years of experience with the brunet's temper proving useful. Turning to lie on his side whilst facing away from the center of the bed, Seifer closed his eyes and got comfortable, showing Squall that he was interested in nothing but sleep.
Watching as Seifer got comfortable, Squall stood motionless, unable to decide whether to go downstairs to lie on the couch or to get into bed next to Seifer. The comfy bed. It was big enough, he reasoned. They would be able to sleep side by side without any contact.
Entirely too tired to think too hard about the matter, Squall placed his clothes on a chair close by before getting into the bed as well, lying as far away from Seifer as possible. The awkwardness Squall had expected never came and minutes later both men were sound asleep.
Waking with a start, Seifer sat up in the bed. Glancing at his alarm clock he was surprised to see it was only five thirty in the morning. Even more surprising was the image of someone else lying next to him in bed. Someone not usually associated with looking cuddleable.
Smiling softly, Seifer let himself gaze at the younger man lying next to him in bed. Head turned sideways, brown locks were spread like a halo around Squall's face, arms splayed upwards on each side of the brunet in a pose of complete relaxation, his chest rising and sinking softly in the cold morning light. The duvet had been pushed down, not covering anything waist up.
Something unfamiliar was growing inside Seifer. Something he had remained separated from for far too long; happiness.
Smiling, Seifer tore his eyes from the brunet to get up. He knew there was no hope of falling back asleep with something so tempting lying within grasp and he was certain the brunet wouldn't be too appreciative at being woken up to satisfy the blond's needs. But after what had happened the night before, Seifer was fairly certain all he would need for a repeat performance to occur was patience.
Stealing one last glance at the sleeping man, Seifer exited the room.
A/N: Wow, another chapter finished. This is turning out quite a bit longer than I imagined. But I really shouldn't be surprised - that's always the way it goes for me. I just can't stop myself from getting lost in the details. Probably, hopefully, maybe... about halfway through the story now.
All my love to everyone who's reviewed so far - every single review makes me smile and brightens my day ^.^ Also thanks so much to the amazing Aerawyn for taking time to point out my mistakes *heavy bow*. I hope I've managed to catch more of the errors this time - I think I was too eager to get the last chapter out to proofread it properly (since I'd already made everyone wait so long at that point in time). And to Itavita - I definitely need a beta and will try to look for one. I am tempted to plead and beg you, Aerawyn, but I also find betaing a story isn't the most pleasant of endeavors and I don't want to ruin the story for you.
I usually reply to each signed review (on FF that is - I still haven't figured out if there is a way to do so on AFF), but I didn't manage to do so last time, so sorry to everyone who reviewed - I'll make sure to reply to those of you who are so kind to leave a review of this chapter. Go on - I'll looooooove you (unless you flame me of course ^^;).
Special thanks again, as always, to Baby Chiba and Wolkje. And Fantje... I think I have a crush on you ^.~
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