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"Addictions" Arc	By : aeryia Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-He Knows
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Author: Jewelles (email in profile)

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII and all of its characters belong to Square Soft whether I like to face that quaint little fact or not. I am making no money off of this; this is merely written for my entertainment, and hopeful for yours as well. The plot and any original characters, however, do belong to me (no matter how insanely twisted they might appear to be). Steal any part from this story (or any other that I've written) and you'll find out why latinas are to be feared when provoked ;P

Warning!! This is a LEMON Yaoi fan fiction with Seifer Almasy and Squall Leonhart of Final Fantasy VIII. If anyone here can't stand the thought of two hot males getting it on, then you better get the hell outta here before you get a nosebleed. This is my very first attempt at a lemon scene from second person point-of-view, and I'm pretty happy with the way it came out. I took my sweet ol' time in writing this, not only because I wanted my "first time" for them to be special, but also because this was written for a very special friend *snuggles*

A/N: Another present fic, but this time it's written, not for a special occasion, but because I can so nyah! Thanks so much, Sui Causa, for putting my ass back into gear. Everyone knows I totally needed it! And my apologies for it's lateness!

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It's hard to recall the last time I've had you like this, your body laying beside of mine-- relaxed and pressed closely to my own-- with no worry or feeling of distress. It feels good to know I can reach out and just touch you and not hear a complaint or resistance. You accept my caress, gasping softly when my fingers slip underneath your shirt and play over the soft skin on your tummy, tracing the faint lines strecthing above your hip; our physical evidence of what you've been forced to endure.
I don't think I've ever thanked you for bringing this gift into our lives. Would it be too late if I wanted to do so now?
Although you're dressed in a simple tee and leather pants, I can feel your heat radiating, passing through my lonely jeans, as if we were naked and our bare bodies pressed together firmly.
Can you feel it?
You moan in reply, sliding closer and slipping a hand across my bare chest, your fingers tickling my skin, pinching lightly at a dark nipple, dragging out a moan of my own. Turning on my side, I hook a leg over you so you don't escape, but that idea never crosses your mind. Why would you want to leave, baby, when all the fun is right here in front of you.
Now, come and kiss me. Crush our mouths together and moan loudly, assure me that we're doing this, right here, tonight. You don't even resist my tongue entrance, entagling it with your own, letting me claim every inch of you. Hold me tighter as I plunge in deeper, savoring your unique taste. You're so into it that you don't notice the saliva dripping down our chins, or my hand as it slides over and around, grabbing tightly onto your ass, making you push back urgently yet attempting to uphold our kiss.
Let me make it easier for you.
Rolling onto my back once more, I haul you to a sitting position on my stomach, keeping my hands on either side of your hips. Don't look at me like that lovely, as I know you're far from confused on how to proceed next, on what to do to me. No one but you knows what turns me on, what makes my insides coil up with unreuited rapture.
Go ahead, reach for your shirt and take it off. No one is looking but me, so take it off, slowly, and give me a show, baby. You know how I like it. Take your time and let yourself feel the soft cotton of your shirt brush against your sensitive skin. Pretend it's my hands running down your delectable body. Pull it overhead, nice and slow, and shake your hair, tease me in proportion to the passion building inside you. Let me know you're enjoying this as much as I am so far.
Your eyes are half-lidded, docile enough to appear vulnerable yet stern enough to keep me in place, restraining me from touching you, from running my hands down your body. You smirk vaguely, just a hint of a curve on your rose-colored lips, when you feel the slight shiver pass through my body as you unbutton and unzip your tight, leather pants, slowly, carefully, manipulating the control you know you have over me.
My nerves are teetering on edge at how patient you're being when you're usually the impatient one, ripping my clothes off, pulling me closer, moaning my name, begging me to fuck you. It has been a while, hasn't it? All of our time caring for a child, never enough time to spend it on ourselves.
It seems like forever before you peel off a small layer of your jeans, showing me just enough skin to keep me dilegent for a little while longer.
But it's not enough, and you know it. Your smile becomes more noticable as you shift to your knees, your eyes on me, watching me watching you push your pants down farther, eyeing hungrily at the new display of skin. I lick my suddely dry lips when you get them below your ass, although it shouldn't come as a surprise; those pants are so tight, panties would never fit beneath them.
You scowl at me when I tell you, but you know it's the truth, more than anyone. You told me so, that one night, remember? The night I took you for the first time, a hot virgin, begging mercilessly, whimpering anxiously. Your legs wrapped around my waist with the intention of dragging me in deeper, rushing me to go faster. You pulled me down at one moment, pressed me closer to your flushed body, and whispered in my ear, your voice hot and heavy, about how they get in the way, about how they only make you think of me when they're tight against your skin.
I made you scream afterwards.
The shifting on the bed wakes me, reminding me that we're not done. Far, far from it. I look up, unsuccessfully holding back a moan when I lay my eyes on your body, delicously exposed and oh, so perfectly curved in the all the right places. You know exactly what it does to me when you get on your knees, you fucking tease, and crawling all over my body, touching me in all the right places.
Your eyes stop at the sight at the noticable bulge pressing up against the confines of my suddenly tight jeans. You mouth curves into a flirty grin as you run your hand up my leg, barely brushing against my obvious excitement, dragging out a groan from my throat. Satisfied that you can break me so easily? You shake your head no with a knowing smile, a shy one, brushing once more over my length before grabbing hold of the zipper, pulling it down then pulling my jeans off and onto the floor.
Come closer, babe, and lean forward, let me feel your body spread over mine. Stick your bottom out, wriggle it in the way that makes me breathless. I restrain a groan when I feel your hot breath at the tip of my cock, teasing my patience, stretching my limits. But that doesn't worry you. You know that's what I like.
My hands seek out the pillows behind me, laying them comfortably behind me as I watch you as you get in place between my legs. Spread them out farther. I want enough space for you to play. You comply wordless, your eyes glistening with a touch of lust at seeing me so exposed, and my blood rushing at the feel of your hands on me.
I mutter a curse when your mouth wraps around the end, and then slowly takes in an inch. My eyes roll back as my hands seek out to tangle in your unruly hair, pulling tightly on the short strands when your tongue plays with the slit at the tip, driving me wild with unconcealed pleasure. Take in more and swallow me whole. I know you can. I've seen you do it before. Fill yourself and take your pleasure. Bob your head in the way that makes your hair fall over your face. Suck faster, harder, make me feel the driving edge that's violently riding you.
Now, take your hand and touch me-- yes, there, right there. Take it in your hand and keep it there. Tug on it harder; I can take it. Make this worth our while. Squeeze it, a little harder. Don't be afraid, let me feel the pain, let me take exciement from it.
Lean down further, get comfortable, as we both know that when my cock's in your mouth, you won't be letting go for a while. Stretch your bottom, let me see the curves that make up your ass on the wall-length mirror hanging on the bathroom door opposite us. It's when I see the tiny crinkles at the ends of your eyes that I know you're grinning (though the task's kinda hard when there's a cock shoved up your mouth), using your body against me. I let out a moan when I finally catch your wrinkled entrance on the mirror, the pink pucker clenching and unclenching deliberately.
Spread your legs a little farther. Let me see you better. No, don't stop what you're doing; keep it going. Just take your hand and-- you truly are a marvel, aren't you? Already learning before I can whip out a proper lesson.
Take your time and drag it out. I want to see the pleasure rush through your body. Go ahead, do it. You know you want to.
You shut your eyes when the first finger pushes in, tight at first as you get accustomed to the first onslaught of pain, but then they flutter open, only half-lidded. Push it in deeper. Bring it back out and slam them back in. Does that feel good? Now do it again. Add another. Fuck yourself. Harder. Show me how good it feels to have your fingers inside of you. Rock your hips back and let them drive in deeper.
Give me a show, baby. Show me how desperate you are to have my cock ramming inside of you, tearing you apart.
My cock slips out of your greedy mouth as you pull out your fingers, sitting up straight and staring down at me with a hazed expression, steeling yourself. You know you don't need a signal from me. Just do it.
Your hand wraps around my cock tightly, steadying it as you lower your body, slowly, onto my throbbing erection. You eyes squeeze shut when the tip nudges your entrance, but you know better than stopping now, so push any discomfort aside and just concentrate.
A sigh escapes your lips when you've filled yourself completely. It wasn't that hard, was it? Now brace yourself, hold on, and move. Use your knees, and push yourself onto me. Match my movements as I lift my hips up to meet yours. Drive harder. Ride me faster. I want to hear you more than groan in pleasure. I want to hear you say my name. Louder.
You whimper when my hand reaches for your forgotten cock, squeezing it once, then picking up and pace to match ours. You expression twists when I finally hit that special spot, your back arching out as a whimper leave you, making you look even more beautiful.
I know the second you're about to come; your eyes are half open, mouth parted, and you stop for just a moment, squeezing tighter around me before letting yourself off. I follow soon after, driving up hard into you, filling you with my essence.
You sit there for a little longer, hovering over me with a lazy smile in place. Was the good enough, babe? Was it how you imagined? You stretch out in response while wriggling your bottom, circulating your hips over my softening length.
I bend my knees to push you forward, accepting your weight as you collapse on me, spent and panting, sighing blissfully when my arms slide around you, holding onto you tightly, securely.
Kiss me one last time, lovely, before the night is over.
And remember how much I love you.
... But you already know that.

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A/N 2: ...... Well? How'd I do? I was a bit concerned about putting this up as I wasn't sure how well it will be taken, but I wanted get over my fear and branch out, so here it is.

Most of my inspiration for this came from not only my wanting to see more kinky, smutty fics for Seifer and Squall out there, but also from playing out this song on my playlist. It's reggeaton, which means it's in Spanish ^.^; If anyone's interested, it's called "Noche de Sexo" by Winsel y Yandel featuring Aventura. It's an awesome song whether you understand the language or not; it's the way the lyrics are sung and the sensual music that really grabs you.

Please review if you liked it so I know if it's alright to do another.
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