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Chapter Twenty-Two

Anatomy 101

 

For all intents and purposes, Squall had not meant to fall asleep. As he began to wake up and his eyes fluttered open, he felt much better for his mistake. His headache was gone and while he was a bit stiff and his muscles were starting to feel sore, he felt as though he had his strength back.

 

A day ago he would have sat up with flustered anger and rushed off to his office. Instead, he sat up slowly with a strange calmness. He tentatively tested his limbs. All his muscles felt like he'd been working out a little too harshly, but that was the extent of it. It was likely the aftereffect of prolonged summoning.

 

Rubbing his face and throwing off the last remnants of sleep, Squall stretched languidly. It felt good, arching his back and working away all dystrophy. Curiously, he looked around the apartment. He didn't think Seifer would be very far away. In fact, he had expected to see the blond beside him on the couch.

 

Finding the ex-knight, blue eyes flecked with grey met serious looking jade ones. Seifer was in the kitchen with a cell phone to his ear.

 

Seifer stood in the middle of a hushed conversation with Trepe. While going behind closed doors would have been more suitable, he wouldn't have been able to keep an eye on the sleeping beauty in the other room. Once those pretty eyes found his, he felt a wave of warmth wash over him. Inside, his heart was thumping with the joy that came from watching the brunet wake up and search for his presence before all else.

 

“I'll have to get back to you,” Seifer finally spoke, effectively ending his conversation with the head instructor. Snapping the phone shut he regarded Squall with in impish grin. “Don't fret, you weren't out for much more than an hour.”

 

Silently Squall took in the blond's information and gave a small nod. It was relieving knowing he hadn't been out for long, just long enough for his headache to recede. Knowing that his bossy caretaker would object obstinately, he gave the man the benefit of saying what he planned to do beforehand. “I'm going to my office.”

 

With a knowing smirk, Seifer sauntered away from the window. Walking from the kitchen to the main flat, he approached the couch. “You'd like to think that,” he stated matter-of-factly.

 

Frowning, Squall glared. He intended to leave with or without the older boy's approval. Without replying to the pushy and controlling ex-knight, he stood up walked into his bedroom. Mentally listing what he would need, he remembered the progress reports he had brought to his room the other night. He needed to find his boots. He had no idea where they might be or when he had taken them off.

 

The stack of folders rested untouched on his desk. Sighing he grabbed them, knowing he should have already finished logging them.

 

With great care for silence, Seifer snuck up on the stubborn commander.

 

Squall jumped slightly when strong arms suddenly wrapped around him. He was annoyed at his own surprise. “Seifer,” he bit out in reprimand. His body did not listen to his mind. Warmth spread through him as the blond pressed flush against him, nuzzling his neck.

 

Noting the cleanly fresh scent of the sea, Seifer decided he would like to taste his former rival. Nipping lightly at a slender neck, he asked, “Feeling better?”

 

As the blond's hands roamed lower, sneaking under his shirt, Squall found himself hard pressed to answer coherently. “Nnh,” he gasped as calloused fingers brushed over a sensitive nipple. His body was reacting so strongly and Seifer had launched the assault so quickly that he'd hardly time to keep his thoughts intact. “Much,” he finally managed.

 

Grinning wolfishly into the crook of the commander's neck, Seifer whispered, “We were interrupted before, and I'd say I've been a patient man.”

 

Swallowing thickly, Squall fought through the wayward haze of stirring lust. “I have to contact President Loire,” he reasoned, but for all his verbal protests he couldn't make his body move away.

 

“Later,” Seifer whispered into the brunet's ear, before tonguing it.

 

A shudder wracked Squall's body. His breathing came in short gasps as he struggled to keep focus.

 

Like the devil's advocate, Seifer did his best to sway the stubborn brunet. “Trepe is handling everything fine for now. You need rest and time to recuperate.” Sucking on an earlobe, he tweaked a pert nipple while his other hand caressed a toned stomach. With enough sensations running through the lithe body, Squall wouldn't be able to tell him what day of the week it was.

 

Far from being the fool, Squall knew exactly what Seifer was trying to do. Truthfully he had been convinced the moment the blond pressed his lips against his neck. It was still early and Quistis was proving herself more than capable at running garden affairs. Still, he resented his lack of control.

 

While his upper body was held tightly in place, Squall was free to move everything else. Grinding back against his captor, he distinctly felt the unmistakable bulge that was testimony to just what the blond wanted with him. The arrogant man's arms suddenly clutched at him a bit too tightly, stilling any further movement he might have done.

 

“Hyne,” Seifer hissed out. The inexperienced boy had no idea what he was doing. Rubbing against him like that, the commander was begging to be screwed senseless. Resuming his fondling, he trailed a hand lower, skimming the waistband of Squall's jeans. He could feel the muscles contract at his touch. Leaning his head forward, he trailed his lips along the brunet's jaw.

 

Squall angled his head to the side, allowing the older boy better access. While Seifer's hand trailed precariously close to the height of his arousal, he was disappointed when the blond took that hand away. Instead, his shoulders were seized and he was turned around swiftly. Pushed back by a forceful ex-knight, he abruptly made contact with the desk's edge. Before he could voice question, he was kissed fiercely.

 

Seifer couldn't even begin to describe the joy of kissing Squall. He had become addicted to it the first moment the brunet had pressed those soft lips willingly to his own.

 

Being swept along, Squall parted his lips at the first feel of the blond's seeking tongue. The older boy's tongue was hot and slick against his own, possessive in its consuming nature. He felt intoxicated.

 

Seifer's arms wrapped around Squall's slim body, trying to press closer while also trying to feel every inch of the man he was kissing.

 

Leaning back, Squall broke away to take deep breaths. The ex-knight was in a similar state of breathlessness, but seemed reluctant to stop. Looking up into reverent green eyes, he raked his fingers across the blond's broad chest. Urged on by the man's hitching breath, he continued to indulge his curious hands. Tracing along Seifer's jaw he felt the first hints of stubble on the tanned skin. “You need to shave,” he commented observantly.

 

Green eyes narrowed and regarded Squall in a rather serious manner. Mimicking the brunet's gesture, he cupped a pale cheek and brushed his thumb back in forth. Feeling the smoothness of pale skin beneath his calloused fingers he was left wondering. “You don't,” he returned curiously.

 

As if seeing the question written in green eyes, Squall affirmed, “I don't have to.”

 

Chuckling softly, Seifer quirked a brow in an antagonistic manner. “Puberty boy,” he mocked.

 

Though a large array of biting comments came to mind, Squall chose a more pleasing approach. Turning into the blond's caressing hand, he took the unsuspecting man's thumb into his mouth and sucked on it while bucking his hips against Seifer's.

 

Groaning, Seifer's eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “I want you,” he blurted out as if in confession.

 

Releasing the ex-knight's thumb, Squall looked up questioningly. “And I suppose you have this sort of reaction with those you don't want?” Reaching down he wedged a hand between their touching pelvises and cupped the large bulge in Seifer's pants. He could hardly believe his own brashness, but he wasn't exactly thinking straight.

 

Seifer reacted disconcertedly, rashly grabbing the pretty boy's wrist and pulling the bold hand away. While he was steadily losing control on account of the enticing commander, he fought to keep himself in check and not do anything too roughly. It was a losing battle when Squall had no clue how sexy he was.

 

Letting the delicate hand go, Seifer gently reached up to cup his former rival's face and stare into bright blue-grey eyes. It was difficult to express his standing to his new little sex demon, since this particular demon wasn't well rehearsed in regards to sex. Patiently, those lovely eyes held his gaze and waited for him to explain his adverse reaction. Even after watching those sultry lips sucking him off, he couldn't help but wonder just how far Squall was willing to go.

 

Stepping back, Seifer brought Squall with him away from the desk. Deftly, he slid a hand down the smooth skin of the younger man's lower back and beneath the loose waist of denim pants and boxers. Daring to move lower, he groped the warm flesh that he had constantly ogled since his return, but so rarely touched. While kneading supple flesh, he leaned forth and whispered, “I want to be inside of you.” Gently, his fingers slid between the inviting cleft and pressed ever so lightly against the puckered ring he wanted to be thrusting into at that very moment.

 

Seifer wasn't sure what reaction to expect. Considering where they had been heading just last night, it was rather obvious that having sex together was the objective. Logically, Squall would have already known this. If the endearingly innocent boy hadn't known before then he most certainly did now.

 

Squall was no expert on sex, especially sex with another man. He did have basic knowledge on a biological level. He had known where the road Seifer and he were sprinting down led. As he felt fingers pressing against his entrance, he couldn't help but feel extremely curious and excited. He wondered how pleasurable the stimulation to his prostate would be. The pleasure he had been shown the night before had been beyond his inexperienced imaginings.

 

With his curiosity struck, Squall conceded that he would like to at least give it a try. He could take pain well enough and if it brought no pleasure then at least Seifer would enjoy it. It was a rather arousing thought to imagine the blond thrusting into him. After the ex-knight had brought him to orgasm in Dollet, he trusted Seifer to show him more. Hardly needing to have his inhibitions worn down, he arched back against the bold hand in his pants, driving himself harder onto to those lightly pressing fingers. Holding the gaze of green eyes, he asked as impassively as he could, “And if I want you inside of me?” His chest was heaving slightly, his body overwrought with arousal and desire.

 

For a moment Seifer forgot how to breathe. All the blood seemed to drain from his head and rush south. Clenching his teeth, he gulped dryly and willed his libido to calm down. He would not repeat the incident of premature ejaculation. It was difficult though. He had never been with someone who turned him on so much. “When I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk to your office any time soon,” he declared. With a final squeeze of Squall's shapely ass, he proceeded to grab the hem of the brunet's shirt and lift it upwards.

 

“Is that a challenge?” Squall questioned before raising his arms to let the blond take his shirt off.

 

Discarding the piece of clothing somewhere on the floor, Seifer moved on to unbuttoning the brunet's jeans. Perhaps there should be a new rule that while inside the apartment Squall wasn't allowed to wear clothes. “Not a challenge, just a guarantee,” he replied huskily.

 

“I feel rather underdressed,” Squall commented as his pants were pushed down, boxers and all. Impatiently, he went right for the blond's pants.

 

While Squall undid his zipper, Seifer reached back and yanked his shirt of over his head. Stepping back, he let the brunet follow.

 

By the time the aroused pair made it to the bed, they were both fully undressed and unable to keep their hands off one another. The warm feel of skin was yet another sensation they weren't used to from each other.

 

Sitting on the edge, Seifer happily took the brunet into his lap and continued to delve into that sweet mouth.

 

Straddling muscular thighs, Squall's stiffened member rubbed against the ex-knight's. As his length throbbed for release and stronger friction, he ground his hips. He moaned with the increased friction. A smile graced his face as he saw Seifer's green eyes close part way with pleasure.

 

Breaking away briefly, Seifer asked in a husky voice, “Do you have the Vaseline for Lionheart in here?”

 

“In the gunblade case,” Squall answered, kissing the older boy again.

 

“Lie down on your stomach,” Seifer instructed, his voice thick with lust.

 

Taking a moment to search impossibly green eyes, Squall considered the odd instruction, but remembered the pleasure was likely to follow if he simply trusted the ex-knight. Complying, he shifted out of the tanned fighter's lap and onto the bed. Feeling somewhat awkward, he lay down. Resting his head on his forearms, he looked to the side and waited for some indication of what to do next. Silently, he watched as the nude blond rummaged through his gunblade case on the other side of the room.

 

Given a few moments to think clearly, Squall suddenly realized why his rival wanted the petroleum. Sighing to calm his thumping heart, he reminded himself that Seifer knew he was a virgin and had never done anything like this before. It was safe to assume Seifer understood his lack of knowledge and would lead him along.

 

Seifer found the small jar quickly enough. The convenience of having weapons to maintain was that there was always some basic lubrication on hand. He had never imagined using the jelly like substance on anything except his gunblade, and especially not on his rival. As he turned around and spotted the lithe form awaiting his return, he knew he would never be able to use petroleum jelly on Hyperion again without becoming hard.

 

Unpracticed when it came to sex with men, Seifer sauntered back confidently. He was skilled enough to make it good. Grabbing a pillow, he instructed, “Lift your hips for a second.” Licking his lips at the sight of the younger man's weeping cock, he carefully placed the pillow underneath the enticing the commander's hips.

 

Feeling acutely aware of his nude state, Squall felt as though he were on display. With a final look over his shoulder, he settled down with anxious anticipation and relinquished all control to Seifer. Even though he couldn't see what the blond was doing, he could feel it all. The older boy kept rough hands in contact with his body the entire time, most likely to let him know what was going on. The heated touch was scorching, serving to send shudders through him as his anticipation mounted.

 

Slowly, Seifer caressed the smooth skin of Squall's back, traveling lower in a defiantly time consuming manner. He would not be a slave to his lust. He would relish and appreciate the delicious sight and feel of the fighter's bared body. Rather quickly, his resolve crumbled. When he'd finally reached his southern destination, his cock twitched with excitement. He was already leaking precum, the pearly drops mounting and sliding down his sensitive member. Opening the small container, Seifer scooped a dollop of the lube onto his fingers. With a steadying breath, he prayed to Hyne that his conceptions were as accurate as he thought.

 

Squall bit his lip at the first feel of the cool gel against his opening. The touch warmed quickly though, as gentle fingers smoothed it over. Tentatively, he felt the first penetration of the blond's finger. Knowing Seifer was trying to gauge his reaction, he gave an encouraging squirm backwards, driving the finger deeper. It was strangely pleasurable and arousing.

 

Though Squall was the one being played with, it was Seifer who moaned. As the blond nudged his finger deeper, down to the knuckle, tight muscles resisted. “Relax,” he cooed, unsure how long he could hold out.

 

Trying to relax, Squall found it difficult. Eventually, he managed to settle down with a deep exhaling breath. Pressing his head to the mattress, he fought to keep calm when the ex-knight's finger pulled out and pushed back in. His pleasure was more mental than physical. The idea of what they were doing was what excited him.

 

Seifer could tell from the tenseness of the brunet's body that Squall had yet to feel the perks of anal sex. Two fingers would probably help more. With as much care as he could, he inserted a second finger. The entrance was slick, but still far too small to accommodate the girth of any man's penis, let alone his proudly endowed member. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched the tight opening.

 

Biting his lip, Squall felt a small pang of pain. When the blond stopped stretching his opening and pressed the two fingers deeper, he felt a surprising jolt of real pleasure. Better than any small buck he might have given to increase the friction against his cock, the jolt sent tingling shivers to his groin. When the action was repeated, he moaned involuntarily and shivered.

 

Smirking, Seifer was glad he'd found the right spot. He brushed over the same area once more, earning a bucking motion against his hand. Voyeuristically watching the ice prince experience pleasure sent a warm shudder through him and reminded just how much his engorged cock wanted release.

 

Knowing that it was likely going to the same with any virgin regardless of gender, Seifer was grateful for his rival's high pain tolerance. Adding yet another finger, he stretched and pushed deeper into the tight opening. Pain would accompany pleasure, but with time Squall would become used to it. He couldn't help but grin at the thought of future sessions between them.

 

“S-Seifer,” Squall gasped out, feeling himself overwhelmed with the varying sensations. The tight invasion was painful, but somewhere inside the blond managed to rake over his prostate again and send shivers of pleasure along his spine. But as soon as the pleasure came, it was gone. He wanted more of that feeling so badly. It felt so damn good. Sweet spot stroked again, he couldn't contain a quiet whimper of need. It was still too fleeting and an aching need was growing inside of him. “Please,” he finally called out.

 

Stilling his ministrations, Seifer was afraid Squall had decided to back out. “Please what?” he asked, not sure what the brunet meant.

 

For the first time, Squall felt a flush of shame. It sure had an odd sense of timing to show up now. The absence of slowly thrusting fingers pushed him to voice his desires. “I want more,” he admitted, glad that Seifer was unable to see his face at the moment.

 

Swallowing the thick lump in his throat, Seifer questioned in a rather choked voice, “More?”

 

“Just put it in,” Squall managed, wishing his voice didn't sound so needy.

 

“Fucking Hyne Squall,” Seifer cursed, not really angry with the younger man. Abruptly removing his fingers, the brunet gave a stifled sound of disappointment. It was perhaps too good to be true. Better than any dream he'd ever had, the newest holder of his infatuation was displayed before him and asking to be fucked. “You'll be the death of me,” he breathed out as he positioned himself and quickly coated his length in the slick gel.

 

With his hands on either side of slim hips, Seifer guided Squall to his knees, so that they were met on equal grounding. Heart pounding and mind dazed with lust, he caressed a gentle hand along the smooth skin of Squall's back. The head of his cock rubbed along the cleft of the brunet's ass, seeking entrance.

 

Feeling emptiness and longing at the absence of Seifer's fingers, Squall became suddenly apprehensive at the feel of the blond's hot member pressed against him. Slowly, the head of the engorged penis pushed its way in, gliding in easily enough at first. Resistance came instinctively and he was quickly overwhelmed. The intrusion was far larger than he expected.

 

Seifer groaned in ecstasy at the tightness and sweet warmth his pushed into. It was too good to be anything but sinful, the sort of pleasure that was banned for its addictiveness. Needing his whole cock to be encased in gripping heat, he paused for only a moment before thrusting forward and sheathing himself entirely.

 

“Nngh!” Squall gasped and clenched the blanket beneath him tightly. He felt like he was being split. Hyne it hurt, far more than he had thought possible. He wanted to tell the blond that it was too big, but he bit his lip instead and held his protest. They had gone too far not to finish.

 

Panting with a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, Seifer asked, “Are you okay?” Leaning over he trailed a soft kissed along a pale shoulder. The brunet was very still and tense. He was afraid he had hurt the tolerant commander.

 

It took Squall a moment to compose himself enough for words. Noticing that he'd again been holding his breath, he let it out in a heavy sigh. Deep breaths didn't help to relax him like before, but keeping a steady rhythm did seem to give his mind something to focus on other than the pain. He replied, “Nothing I can't handle.”

 

Seifer felt relieved. For a moment there he had thought the brunet was going to say, `I'm fine.' Such a response would have indicated the exact opposite. “I'm going to start moving,” he announced. Pulling out a little ways, he rocked back in, pressing himself deeper. It was too fucking sweet. The tightness, the heat, the arousing display of his submissive rival, it was all driving him insane with lust.

 

Unintentionally, Squall bit his lip too harshly as Seifer rocked back inside of him. He bit down harder when the blond repeated the motion with more force. At the continued repetition, the pain slowly receded, not quite diminishing all together. Losing track of how long the ex-knight had been going, he was abruptly given more than discomfort and pain to occupy his mind. When the blond thrust rather harshly and deeply, a strong spike of pleasure rang through him.

 

Seifer began to increase his speed and force behind each needy thrust, hoping to eventually find just the right angle that would hit the commander's sensitive bundle of nerves.

 

“Nn-ah,” Squall choked out unintelligibly, not having expected such pleasure. The more Seifer hit that one spot, the more he felt the need for the man to keep doing it. Unable to remain idle when his body wanted constant stimulation, he thrust back. His reward was a strong spike of pleasure from within and an appreciative groan from Seifer.

 

Neither boy could wait any longer.

 

“Harder,” Squall ordered with slight desperation. While his own thrusts helped bring greater pleasure, he wanted more.

 

Seifer was all too eager to comply. Gripping slim hips tightly, he pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back in. Repeating the action, he began to lose sight of why he had been holding back in the first place.

 

“Ah!” Squall cried, feeling his climax at hand. Pushing back to meet the blond's hard thrusts he bit down on his lip again to keep from crying out too much.

 

“Call my name,” Seifer requested, reaching around and grasping the commander's erection. He wanted to hear that sweet voice cry his name in ecstasy.

 

Very nearly climaxing at the first touch of his rival's hand, Squall was unable to suppress himself. The sound of their bodies coming together in heated slapping and the constant jolts of pleasure sent him over the edge. As Seifer stroked his weeping cock, his mind lost all coherent thought. All he could do was feel the rough hand stroking him and the pounding intrusion from behind.

 

Faster and harder, Seifer pushed his cock as deep as possible. It was terribly hot inside the commander's body and unbelievably tight. He had never experienced anything so fucking good. Leaning over, he groaned at the changed angle. Squall seemed too lost to have complied with his request. “My name,” he reminded, stilling his strokes of the brunet's leaking cock and gripping it as he felt the first shudder or orgasm.

 

Squall had felt the beginning of his pending orgasm, but it was delayed by the ex-knight's harshly gripping hand. “Seifer,” he half yelled, half pleaded. It was cruel to keep him from the sweet completion.

 

Biting down on the shoulder he had been kissing lightly, Seifer listened as Squall hissed painfully at the marking. “Louder,” he urged, wanting to hear the boy's voice clearly.

 

“Bastard,” Squall growled back. With the insistent bite Seifer had given him, his mind had cleared a little.

 

Still holding onto the brunet's aching member, Seifer leaned back to gain more leverage. Without restraint, he slammed mercilessly into that lithe body, over and over.

 

Whatever brief streams of logical thought Squall had managed to regain were lost. He was certain that he would come if the bastard knight would just let him, but the blond wasn't letting him. Vaguely, he knew what he would have to do. Not being in a position to regard his pride with very much importance, he conceded. “Seifer!” he cried out.

 

Seifer groaned at the lovely sound of his lion calling out his name. He had never felt so prone to control as when he was with the stubborn commander. There was something about how defiant the brunet was against all restraints that challenged him. Not being cruel, he released the boy's throbbing length and began to stroke it again.

 

Squall finally received his sweet release. “Ah-Seif-un!” he gasped out unintelligibly. His orgasm shuddered through him in waves. The blond continued to fist him, drawing out each wave of jerking release. Arching his back, he forgot everything beyond the ecstasy he experienced.

 

Ridiculously excited by the sound of his own name spilling forth from the commander's luscious mouth, Seifer felt his end near. As the lithe beauty trembled with release, the tight walls surrounding his cock squeezed even tighter. The sensation was mind blowing, rushing him to orgasm. Groaning, he spurted hot cum inside his rival's body.

 

Gasping for air, Squall collapsed against the bed. The firm weight of the older boy soon fell atop him, and he could do nothing but lie perfectly still and absorb the euphoric sensations coursing through his body. He had just had sex for the first time and he wasn't quite certain he had made it out intact.

 

Feeling spent, Seifer pulled out. A small shiver ran through him as he observed the brunet's puckered entrance leaking cum. Not caring about cleaning up, he removed his weight from the smaller man and tugged the blankets of the bed back.

 

Squall shifted enough to rest beneath the covers.

 

Pulling the brunet to him, holding the tired kitten close, Seifer whispered, “You've ruined me.”

 

“Mmh?” Squall managed to mumble in question, not entirely recovered.

 

“After that, I don't think I can ever be with anyone else,” Seifer admitted, having never experienced any orgasm or feeling total bliss like that. He could tell Squall was already half asleep. The brunet had pretty grey-blue eyes shut and held a rather peaceful expression. Nuzzling the boy's slender neck again, he breathed deeply.

 

Not relinquishing his hold, Seifer drifted off with the commander in his arms securely. His day had turned out better than expected. He had definitely made the right choice in returning to Balamb Garden.

 

 

TBC…