Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction ❯ Protecting the Lion ❯ Terms of Engagement ( Chapter 26 )

Warning: Mature content, NC17. If you are under aged, please do not read.

 

Chapter Twenty-Six

Terms of Engagement

 

Stumbling onto Ragnarok's boarding ramp, Seifer pulled the commander along. The brunet would be the death of him. There was only so much he could take. Death by desire seemed one hell of a way to die. Before the steely eyed beauty caused his heart to overwork, he would reap the benefits that came with being the only person able to stake claim on the attractive swordsman.

 

With consideration for the open surrounding, Seifer released the younger man's hand and scoured the premise for spectators. Hitting the ramp's operating button on the box like control panel, he looked around the cold interior more thoroughly and saw no one. Glancing back he watched as Squall searched in a similar manner.

 

Transfixed for a moment, Seifer stared at the attractive face of his rival. The man was beautiful and handsome at the same time. He reached out and caught the attention of those bright eyes. With a small nudge he raised a delicate chin before leaning down to kiss inviting lips. They were warm and sinfully soft. Sighing, he felt Squall's lips, relishing the supple flesh that was still swollen from his previous ravishing.

 

Seifer teetered between deepening the exchange and backing off. Hovering a bare inch away from his target, he tried to keep his wits about him and remember that they were not in private. Needing another taste, he leaned in again, assuring himself that he would be brief.

 

Achingly soft, Seifer ghosted his lips across the commander's. Responsive to the light kiss, the brunet pressed closer. Feeling heat radiating off the younger man, he knew he couldn't continue. Squall's lips and body were more evident of raw sex than a sign plastered on the fighter's back that stated what they'd been up to. Forcing himself to back off before he lost control, he broke away grudgingly.

 

Though Seifer wasn't clear on certain boundaries, not knowing how secretive Squall intended to keep their relationship or even if the commander intended to have any continuing relationship at all, he chose to take caution. His presence as a bodyguard was noteworthy enough without causing a scandalous media frenzy for being the commander's bedmate.

 

Seifer smoothed his thumb over the bruised flesh of Squall's bottom lip. Holding the attention of blue-grey eyes, he knew they were both thinking along the same lines.

 

Squall was resigned to behaving appropriately, at least until he could find a nearby closet. Setting his mask of indifference in place, he stepped away from the handsome ex-knight and moved towards the stairs leading the second level of the ship.

 

Seifer trailed behind, enjoying the view. Remaining at the foot of the stairs, he watched the jostling sway of the commander's hips. He didn't bother following, because he had other plans.

 

Knowing why the blond knight didn't follow, Squall walked on alone. Nearing the cabin, he paused briefly to school his expression. He couldn't let the others see his hidden excitement. Once certain he couldn't be read like an open book, he thumbed the button to open the door.

 

Irvine and Selphie sat rigidly without glancing the commander's way.

 

“Let's go,” Squall said, wondering how easily he could slip back down to the first level and join Seifer.

 

“Roger!” Selphie announced, hastily manning the controls and preparing for take off.

 

Waiting for a few moments, wondering if either SeeD wanted a word, Squall realized it would be easier to excuse himself than he had anticipated. Turning on foot, he simply left the cabin as quickly as he had entered. While he suspected something was going on between the pilot and gunman, there were too many possibilities for him to bother pinpointing the cause for their aloof behavior. His desire to be elsewhere greatly outweighed his curiosity regarding his friends' tense demeanors.

 

Below deck there were a scarce number of rooms in which Seifer could possibly be. Between a storage room, a relatively comfortable lounge, and a small bathroom, there weren't many options. As a small ship, Ragnarok was not equipped to host to a large crew or even a small crew for any extended amount of time. For speedy transportation it came in handy, but that was essentially its only use.

 

Concluding that the lounge was too open and that the bathroom was too small, Squall took a guess and decided to check the storage room first. Situated behind the stairs, he was about to open the doors when he heard someone approaching. Hearing the light steps, he knew it was Rui. Before he could step out into open view, the storage room doors hiss open and was promptly yanked backwards.

 

Distantly registering the sound of Rui storming up the stairs with an angry cry of protest, he refocused on the manhandling ex-knight. Pressed back against a stack of crates, demanding lips were upon him before he could speak.

 

In the dark room, the only illumination running alongside the path for cargo transport wasn't enough for unadjusted eyes to see very well. Squall quickly realized that feeling the ex-knight was more enjoyable given the circumstances, so he simply closed his eyes and kissed the man back. Hands sliding along a muscular chest, he pushed the blond's heavy trench coat off broad shoulders. The trip to Dollet would not take long, which limited the time he had to taste his former rival.

 

Seifer dropped his hands from the brunet's slim waist only long enough to let his coat drop to the floor. Nimble fingers raked down his chest and stomach, sending a shiver of pleasure along his spine.

 

Squall unclasped Hyperion. His urge to touch and taste the ex-knight had only grown since leaving the conference room. Showing as much consideration as he would expect for his own weapon, he gingerly set the older boy's blade against the sturdy boxes. With the gunblade out of the way, he worked on the blond's jeans next. Easing the zipper down, his fingers brushed along a heated bulge.

 

Seifer broke away with a hiss, staring ardently at the commander. With an understanding passing between them, the touch hungry kitten continued.

 

Squall slipped a hand beneath the elastic band of the ex-knight's boxers. He shivered as he felt the tender flesh of the hard cock hidden within. Licking his lips, he abruptly reversed their positions and pinned the blond against the crates. Easing the man's erection out into the open air, he shifted the rim of black boxer shorts down. The throbbing length stood proudly. Using the tip of his index finger, he traced the underside, amazed at how heated the length was.

 

With a heavy exhale, Seifer grinned. If he had known Leonhart was so adept at pleasuring a cock, he would have given the boy a chance years ago.

 

Sweeping his finger to the tip, Squall rubbed the glistening head. Glancing up, he saw the blond taking shallow breaths. Before continuing further, he retracted his hand and stepped away. Moving to the door, he flipped the lock on the side panel and proceeded to unstrap Lionheart. Propping his weapon next to Hyperion, he regarded the ex-knight with a faint smile.

 

Seifer watched sexy commander saunter away, exercising a great deal of restraint and remaining in place. As the seductively enticing lion stalked back to his side, he felt the urge to pinch himself and make certain he weren't dreaming. Fighting the urge, he decided to wait until after the best part to determine if it were real or not. When the brunet was within arm's reach again, he pulled the man closer and captured soft lips. Plundering the surprised commander's sweet mouth, he did not relent until he felt assured the stormy eyed beauty was on the verge of blacking out.

 

Breaking away, Squall inhaled sharply and glanced upwards into stark green eyes. Those lustful eyes practically shone with their own light in the dark room. Wishing he had more time, he subconsciously decided that there would be future opportunities to take it slow. Licking his lips, he studied his rival briefly, seeing features that were already so familiar. He would have been able to recognize Seifer by sight, touch, or scent.

 

Reaching down, Squall stroked the ex-knight's exposed cock. He watched as the blond rolled his head to the side while bucking into his hand. Slowly, he lowered down to his knees. Not quite familiar or comfortable with using his mouth, he was determined to improve.

 

Closing his eyes, Squall leaned forward and licked the head of the hardened penis. Bracing the blond's hips, he took the large member deeper into his mouth. Still finding his bearings on how best to pleasure the sensitive organ, he took as much as he could just to find his limit. When the tip rubbed the back of his throat he waited a moment to see if he would instinctively gag. When he felt confident that he could take a little more, he tentatively swallowed the tip.

 

Seifer fisted silky brown hair when that sinful mouth began to massage his cock towards climax. He inhaled sharply as the dangerously skilled learner drew away slightly and began to suck.

 

Pale cheeks concaved subtly with each sucking action. Dark lashes fell to shroud intently concentrating grey-blue eyes. Seifer watched in both fascination and ecstasy as his rival encased his throbbing length in wet heat. He groaned when a gentle hand grasped the base of his shaft and another tentatively fondled his balls.

 

Listening intently to the noises the ex-knight made, Squall's confidence grew. Using his hands along with his mouth, the older boy's hips were no longer restrained. Though he could hear how unraveled the blond was becoming, he was not prepared for thrusting hips that drove the man's cock deeper than he could handle. Quick to act, he replaced his hands on Seifer's pelvis and stayed the involuntary thrusts. Bobbing his head and swirling his tongue around the tip each time he pulled off far enough, he shivered in delight at the pleasured groans his rival gave off. The bitter taste of precum smeared down from the tip along his tongue, lubricating the throbbing length so it slid in and out with ease.

 

Alternating between sucking and swirling the head with his tongue, Squall continued. He was slowly losing himself. The ex-knight's shallow breathing was accompanied by hissed groans, and the sounds were shooting straight to his loins. His own breathing had become slightly labored as his heart raced and his mouth was too occupied to take deep breaths. Knowing the blond was nearing climax, his only warning was the tight fisting of his hair. Hot cum shot out of the jerking organ, filling his mouth. Overwhelmed by the unanticipated amount, he swallowed as best he could. He was unable to consume it all, trails of the thick fluid escaping his lips and running down his chin.

 

When the thick cock had spent itself, Squall slowly released the softening organ from his mouth. He inhaled deeply, catching his breath. Taking a moment, he eventually opened his eyes and tucked the knight's manhood beneath the confines of cotton and denim. Sitting back, he leaned heavily on bracing arms while continuing to catch his breath. He gazed up at Seifer. His own erection rubbed against the front of his pants, begging for attention.

 

Greens eyes staring with evident desire, Seifer pounced on the unsuspecting brunet, pushing the commander against the hard floor. Licking the brunet's chin, he tasted his spilled seed. Disliking his flavor, he quickly found something far sweeter beyond pout lips. Spreading lean legs with his knee, he pressed closer as he plundered the luscious mouth that had brought him to orgasm and sucked him dry.

 

As Seifer pressed against him, Squall felt himself hardening to the point of not being able to go back. “Seifer, please.” He pushed the blond's shoulders. If man didn't get off, he wouldn't be able to just wait it out.

 

“You have no fucking idea, do you?” Seifer growled into the commander's ear, his voice deep and imposing. Running a hand down the writhing man's body he cupped the smaller swordsman's encased arousal.

 

Forcing his body not to buck into the pleasantly rubbing hand, Squall asked distractedly, “What?”

 

“How hot you are,” the Seifer answered, setting the work on the many belts that disguised the bulge in dark leather pants. With a dull clank, he dropped the first of three belts to side. A quick glance up into lust dazed grey-blue eyes caused him to lose patience. “Do you really need so many damn belts?”

 

Rolling his eyes, Squall gave into his need to find release. He reached down to undo the remaining belts.

 

Swatting the brunet's hands away, Seifer set to work again and said, “I'll do it.”

 

“They're a test of competence,” Squall jibed, relaxing back again. The cool rush of air that came when the ex-knight roughly pulled his pants down was fleeting, as the blond stooped to encase his exposed erection in wet heat. Nearly jolting in surprise, he instinctively began to protest his rival's actions, but was silenced when a wandering hand trailed along his inner thigh and teasingly ran higher. Reminded of his strong desire to be filled once again, his legs involuntarily spread farther apart. He strained to open himself for invasion, his pants only riding down to his knees and impeding his efforts to invite his rival.

 

Seifer detected the commander's discontented frustration, knowing the sinfully oblivious kitten actually wanted to have sex again. With no lubricant on hand, he was reluctant to try anything. The brunet was no doubt still quite sore, and he was not a sadist by nature. Weak against the way stormy blue eyes gazed longingly at him, begging him to just do it, his willpower caved slightly. He edged his fingers closer to Squall's rosy little anus.

 

Squall's breath hitched when he felt the first finger push inside. Rough and mildly painful, he ignored the immediate sensation. Despite the lack of physical pleasure, it was terribly satisfying, more so than he could possibly understand. His body obediently waited, recalling how good it felt to have the ex-knight thrusting in and out of him.

 

While Seifer planned to toy with the commander's sensitive prostate, he had no intentions of inserting anything but his fingers. He would not fuck the boy senseless, no matter how badly he wanted to. Though he was influenced by his urges, he had enough self-control to temper his lust. It helped that he had already found release.

 

Gently nudging against resistant muscles, Seifer wondered how far finger fucking the tight hole would drive the brunet toward climax. Could the sensitive kitten orgasm from such ministrations alone? Curious as to how pleasurable the sex minx found taking it up the ass, he released the commander's cock from his mouth. Wanting to watch the results of his experiment, he shifted position. Lying alongside the younger man, he draped his arm around the compliant fighter and entered the tight entrance from behind. Dipping his head, he licked pout lips and nibbled on the bottom one. Knowing Squall had a habit of worrying the soft flesh, he decided to give it a try.

 

A faint blush crept to Squall's pale cheeks. Latent embarrassment set in as he recognized his own lascivious behavior. He was not inside his apartment where he could behave without inhibition or consequence. As an invading finger nudged deeper, he realized that he had no intention of stopping despite his understanding that he was being terribly lewd. Concluding that it was instead Seifer who brought forth new emotions and feelings inside of him, he realized the world separated from reality was not within his apartment, but present whenever he was in the presence of the ex-knight.

 

Shifting, Squall rested more atop the blond than beside. When the man finally rubbed him in exactly the right place, he nuzzled a spicy scented neck and gave a stifled moan of encouragement. Gripping the ex-knight's t-shirt, he arched back and impaled himself onto the stroking finger.

 

Seifer cursed at the restricting barrier of the commander's pants. Forced to work with what limited access he had, he slipped an arm around the lithe body in his hold, bracing what would have been a toned and smooth backside had there not been the thick bomber jacket in the way. Rolling over, he pulled his little demon atop himself and inserted a second finger.

 

Grinning arrogantly, Seifer watched as delicate fingers clenched his shirt and the younger man's tantalizing backside arched onto his hand. Pressing deeper, he thrust his fingers in and out, watching the commander's reaction intently. When the writhing man seemed close to the brink of climax, he firmly grasped the leaking erection that rubbed against any friction it could find between them. It was apparent the brunet would have come from his fingers alone, and he couldn't help but bully the writhing fighter with overwhelming sensations.

 

Moaning at the touch, Squall rocked into the calloused hand gripping his manhood. He became lost as he the fingers invading his body raked against some devastatingly pleasurable spot inside him. Arching higher, his purchasing hold on the blond's shirt dragged the garment up to reveal hard abs beneath. Pleasure wracking his whole body, lucid thought fled his mind as lust took over. He wanted more, so much more. He wanted to be filled completely, split until he knew he couldn't take anymore. Biting his lip, his lust demanded so much from him that he scarcely knew how to comply. He needed to have Seifer inside him again. The ex-knight's name rolled off his tongue, his attempts to stifle all sound failing as the man tortured him with pleasure. Climbing toward orgasm, he felt his control slip.

 

As though experiencing the commander's pleasure via his voyeur, Seifer breathed unsteadily as the lithe beauty rocked harder against his hand. To see the exposed ice prince reacting so honestly to physical desire, he could not help but watch in awe. It was not a sight he would easily grow accustom to. How had he not seen the buried passion and fire inside his rival? How had he not been tempted to touch the strangely alluring fighter?

 

Brought mercilessly to fulfillment, Squall met his end quickly. Spurting his seed into the ex-knight's fisting hand, he gave a small simper, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to keep his cry of ecstasy from resounding through the entire ship.

 

“So fucking hot,” Seifer whispered, banging his head against the cold floor a few times to clear his dazed mind.

 

Collapsing against a solid chest, Squall rested for a moment. Quite satisfied, he drifted in the endorphin-induced bliss that followed. He had never understood why some people were driven by sexual desire. Now, he was entirely sympathetic to the plight faced when a person was in sore need of release and when the body demanded certain types of stimulation.

 

Heterosexual pride remaining completely silent, apparently unable to find fault in his attraction, Seifer sampled the commander's sticky release. It was significantly sweeter than his own and far more appealing. Knowing where it had come from made it more appetizing as well.

 

Grey-blue eyes watched the ex-knight with subdued fascination. Leaning up, his actions were not directed by rational thought.

 

Seifer felt heat stir in his loins once again as the sated minx began to lick his hand clean. He was completely enthralled and very turned on.

 

A light blush graced Squall's cheeks again. Choppy strands of silky hair fell to shroud his eyes as he consumed his release with indifference to the taste.

 

Swallowing thickly, Seifer did not blink. He watched as a pink tongue darted out from behind swollen red lips and lapped away the milky substance. When an apparently hungry kitten finished, mesmerizing eyes glanced at him. Unable to speak, he simply stared.

 

Squall searched jade-green eyes for some reaction. The blond seemed dumbstruck, though he couldn't imagine why. Feeling a little perturbed and defensive, he looked away and muttered, “It would have been a mess otherwise.” Straightening, he awkwardly maneuvered his pants back up.

 

“How have you not been raped?” Seifer finally spoke in question, giving a dry scoff to express his ill humor. While his words did not carry the right sentiment, the principle question was the same. How had he not been attracted to Leonhart before? How had he not seen the younger man's lithe figure in the locker room and grown hard at the sight? How in Hyne's name had the terribly alluring commander been a virgin until the age of eighteen?

 

Brows knitting, Squall regarded the blond sardonically. “Lionheart helps,” he answered quite seriously.

 

Plagued by many questions, Seifer simply commented, “I can imagine.” Reaching out, he pulled the brunet back against himself. The conclusion that his rival should not have been a virgin prior to his defiling the previous night incited jealousy within him. The knowledge that the oblivious commander had countless admirers and a rather perverted stalker was suddenly greatly unsettling.

 

“Wha-” Squall began to question, but was cut off.

 

“Just until we land,” Seifer admonished, pressing the brunet's head down to his chest and holding the younger man close.

 

With his head against the toned chest of his oldest acquaintance, Squall listened to the slightly accelerated beating of the man's heart. When strong arms wrapped around him and held him tightly, he didn't question it.

 

“What are we now?” Seifer asked after a moment, squeezing tighter. There was something stirring within him and he didn't have the faintest idea what it was. Every second that passed seemed to endear the brunet to him more and more.

 

While they had previously settled for unanswered questions and let the flame flare madly with whatever lust had awoken, the flame was not dying out as expected. The overwhelming passion between them did not cease to burn or threaten to die out any time soon.

 

Seifer was at a loss for what had changed between them. He squeezed the little lion even tighter, knowing he needed to figure it out.

 

“I still don't know,” Squall answered. They had already had a conversation concerning what had changed and how to deal with it. He was not prone to repeating himself, but could make an exception considering they had never actually figured out the answer.

 

Lifting his head, Seifer placed a soft kiss to the top of wayward brown hair. “Then what can we be?” he followed up. He wasn't sure if he was unconsciously fishing for a specific answer or just thinking out loud. His diffidence was troublesome.

 

As the ship rocked to a landing, Squall started within the hold of the knight. Needing to slip into the bathroom before anyone saw him in his disheveled state, he began to pull away.

 

Reluctantly, Seifer released his hold. Letting his rival slip away from his grasp was becoming a redundant and irksome action. Even while sleeping, the restless commander pulled away. He couldn't help but wonder if he were the only one growing attached. He watched as the darkly clad man deftly replaced several strewn belts and strapped Lionheart back on.

 

TBC…