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Beautiful Embrace	By : Squallsama Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Seifer/Squall Views: 693 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Beautiful Embrace
By: Squall-sama
Warning: NC-17, PWP,
Lemon, Fluff/Sap, SeiferxSquall, Squall�s POV!
Disclaimer: I
don�t own Squall or Seifer, Squaresoft does� along with all those other nice
people that created them. So don�t sue� I�m not in a good mood right now�
Notes: This is
all from Squall�s POV and it switches from first person to semi-third person,
while all still in Squall�s POV!!! How do I do it? I have no clue!! Just bear
with it� also, there is a part where Squall talks about �wolves� it�s supposed
to be the gang: Zell, Quistis, Irvine,
Selphie� etc.

~Beautiful Embrace~

I wish I could just run to my
lover�s arms right now; run right into his strong embrace, to hide from all the
�baddies� in the world and the ones right down the hall. I wish I could feel
his muscular, but not overly so, arms tighten around my rather petite
frame�compared to his. I wish I could feel his warm breath tickling the back of
my neck like he always likes to do just to make me smile or laugh. I wish I
could feel his smooth unscathed, perfectly tanned skin caress mine in the
erotic manner, which we love to do so when we�re making love. I wish I could
feel his long sword-calloused fingers run over my heated flesh as our bodies
are joined in our lovemaking.

I wish I could look upon his brilliant smile
again�not the malicious smile that he always has plastered on his arrogant
face, but the real smile that only I�m allowed to see, the sweet smile he gives
me when I�ve done something silly and I make him laugh. I wish I could run my
thin fingers through his spiky blond hair and brush those few unruly strands
away from his beautiful emerald eyes. I wish I could hear his deep velvety-rich
voice as he whispers in my cold ear, �I love you, my beautiful Lionheart��

But most of
all, I wish I could touch his lips with my own; I wish I could be holding his
much larger and stronger body in my eager embrace�my scrawny arms greedily
wrapped around his muscular neck, pulling him closer to my neglected pink lips
until we finally touch. Finally touch, touch
me� I can feel his lips�even those are strong, pressing urgently to my own,
pulling me to him�pulling my heart�my whole soul into his welcoming embrace and
I cry for more�

For more of
his kiss; for more of his touch, more of his heart, body and soul. I let him
pull me into him as he guides us to our shared and comfortable bed. I let him
lay my shaking and urgent body down upon our bed as he kisses my needy lips and
sensitive flesh right below my chin where I love it the most. I arch into his
welcomed touch as he trails his teasing fingers down my now exposed abdomen,
and I moan loudly from the pleasure. He chuckles and nips at my left nipple
which is now very hard and very sensitive as the rest of my body is�he has that
effect on me.

I moan again and weave my fingers into his short
locks of golden hair, holding it in my usual death-grip. He doesn�t mind
though, I know because if it did he would tell me. His hands have found their
way into my leather pants; one is gently kneading the back of my left hip while
the other has found its way to my neglected cock which is dripping with pre-cum
now. I arch into his hand but he pulls it out of my pants before I can get
those teasing fingers to do any more. He laughs and leans back up to kiss me, I
just whine and beg for more.

�Shhh, slowly�soon my love�. So
impatient.� I only whine more and try to glare at him but it turns into a very
pathetic pout instead. His smile has reached ear-to-ear now, and he moves back
down my waist as his hands pull my pants down with his movements. Oh god, that
feels so good to be able to breathe again, but not for long� then he finally
touches my neglected member, yes! I faintly hear myself moan for more as he increases
the pressure on my weeping cock. Then the pressure I had really been wanting
comes to me; I sigh happily and can barely hold back the tears of joy as I feel
the warm, wet heat of his luscious mouth and lips wrap around my strained
manhood.

The pleasure is almost too much to
bear as he begins a slow torturous rhythm, bobbing his head up and down my
shaft, encircling it with his skilled tongue and stabbing at the slit at the
head of my engorged penis. I cry out as I feel a thick finger probe at my entrance
and enter smoothly even without lubricant. Oh god, now I�m on the edge, but
he�s keeping me there and won�t let me come until he�s decided he wants me to.
Perfect, but I love this game we play, the way he tortures me until I�m
screaming�begging for release. He continues his slow torture on my cock as
another digit finds its way into my tight passage, damn he�s good.

I wish he would just stop playing
the damn game now and fucking let me come�I want it, I need it and I let him know so, but he only hums against my
painfully erect member and adds, yet another finger to the other two that are
deep inside me, probing and pushing until they�ve found that special spot that
makes me scream with abandoned lust and need to feel his engorged cock inside
me. Finally, finally, he relents and takes his perfect lips from my swollen
member, along with those damn fingers from my now stretched entrance and he
carefully positions his gorgeous cock at my waiting hole.

More, I want more and I push
against him just in time to meet with his cock and he fills me completely in
one swift motion. I cry out, it hurts, but it feels the world of goodness and
sweet erotic pleasure. I desperately grab for something, anything to hold onto
because I feel as though I�ll lose myself in the unwanted darkness if I don�t.
He senses that, and laces his strong but gentle fingers with mine in a
possessive embrace that tells me I am his and only his, and that he is mine for
all eternity. I smile weakly and find his perfect lips upon mine in a loving
manner as he slowly begins to rock in me, letting me get used to the intrusion
that I would take gladly any time and any day.

I cry and moan and wail in his ears
as he picks up the tempo and starts to move within me a little faster until I
am being slammed up against the headboard of the bed. I can feel it now, the
point where our level of lovemaking has reached its pinnacle and the only
feeling is utter ecstasy, and the only way down is through the joyous spiral
that entangles both of us as we scream our pleasure together in the one true
moment of love and hate as I come for us out, and he comes for us within.

I can feel his essence�his seed within me, and I know he will never leave me and that he truly loves me as
I love him�. Even with the hurtful scars we left on each other�s faces, we both
know it wasn�t meant out of spite or hate, but jealousy and complete adoration
for the other, and now we look upon it as a test and a strengthening experience
to only bond our souls together eternally. I can still feel him rocking inside
me, even after he has met his release. He won�t leave me until we are both
completely drained and exhausted and every last ounce of his seed is within me
and I have truly been marked as his own�I already belong to him, I have for as
long as I can remember, but he still treats it as if it were our first.

Finally he pulls his limp cock out
of me and rolls over to my side, pulling me into his protective and loving embrace.
He kisses the top of my damp unruly hair as I snuggle against his chest a
little more and he whispers in my ear, �I love you my Sleeping Lionheart.� I
smile and close my eyes, welcoming the Sandman and his pouch full of sleeping
dust, but just before waking night can take me, I whisper to him, �I love you
too, Seifer Almasy��

I curl in on myself as the sweet
memories slowly start to seep away from my shaking, pain-racked body, trying to
keep them there as long as possible.

I hate them, I hate them all� they
want me to open up, they want me be more �social�, they want me to talk and
laugh with them�. But how in the hell am I supposed to do that when they treat
me like I�m such a goddamn child and like I�m nothing but another mission, a
patient that has to be cured and then thrown to the wolves again? How?

They
are the wolves, they are the ones that hurt the most when I try to look to
them for support and they show anything but that.

I wish he was here.

I wish I could run into his
protective embrace and hide from all the vicious �wolves� that only want to
tear me to shreds and rip my soul from my body so they can experiment on it and
change it to be just like them�sheep! Wolves in sheep�s clothing� they hate,
spite and hate some more, but when somebody else feels that way, it�s a sin�

I HATE THEM!!

I hate them with a passion�a
passion that burns so strong, it even threatens to consume my love for him�.
Come back to me, come home into my arms where we�ll both feel safe and I can
touch your sweet hard lips to my own and know� know that everything will be all
right.

I hold myself a little tighter,
curled up like a cat, in the corner of our bed, tremendous sobs racking my
slight frame. I just want it all to go away, to go far, far away where nobody
will ever tell me what to do or how to act� or who to love�

�Squall�� What? No, it couldn�t be�
could it?

�Squall�� Impossible�

�Squall�?� Oh my god� he�s back�

�Squall� why are you crying love?�
Yes� I�m crying� I�m crying now because I finally have you back, that�s why I�m
crying.

�Squall, don�t cry�� I won�t cry
anymore�you�re back, why should I have any reason to cry anymore� YOU�RE BACK!!

� I�m back, in that wonderful,
powerful, protective, loving, beautiful embrace�

We�re back� together.

�Don�t ever leave me again�� He
smiles.

�I won�t, my beautiful Sleeping
Lionheart��

Together�

~owari~
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