Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction ❯ Protecting the Lion ❯ If It's Not Broken, Don't Fix It ( Chapter 33 )

Chapter Thirty-Three

If It's Not Broken, Don't Fix It

 

“Seifer,” a soft voice whispered.

 

“I'm right here,” Seifer responded, holding the lithe form in his arms more tightly and pressing his lips to the back of the brunet's head.

 

Rolling his eyes at the doting affection, Squall bowed his head, brushing a cheek against the blonde's arm that pillowed his neck and held him close. “I know you're there,” he stated lamely. There was little need for the man's declaration when they were pressed against each other.

 

At Squall's words, Seifer realized that the young man was actually awake. For the better part of the night, the unsettled lion had been sleeping rather fitfully. The tossing about had been stayed by his hold, but every so often, plush lips would part ever so slightly and call out his name. Each time, there was questioning tone, as though the brunet was seeking confirmation of his presence, or alerting him that he was needed. Though the most recent call had not been a question, he'd responded in the same manner as he'd been doing since they'd first lain down to sleep.

 

A ghost of a smirk crossed the knight's face. His concern over the brunet's odd behavior was waylaid by the fact that he held the man in his arms. There was little to worry over when he was certain that Squall was right there beside him, a solid body against his. Leaning his head down further, he trailed his lips across the back of an exposed neck. The silky hair fell further down than he recalled before the war. Obviously, half of a year was sufficient time for hair to grow, but it was only a little longer, barely perceptible considering he always mussed it up.

 

Sensing that Squall had something on his mind, Seifer spoke at length, though he was reluctant to end his actions against the soft skin, “What is it?”

 

Blue eyes blinked heavily as Squall wallowed in the simple sensation of lips ghosting the nape of his neck. “Tell me what happened,” he requested.

 

Since they'd arrived back at Garden, there was little time for explanations. Considering the situation, his authority was stripped. He couldn't order details on the mission since it was unofficial and he had been the main target. Instead, he'd been ushered to the infirmary and placed in Dr. Kadowaki's care. With as much weary patience as someone of his particular conditioning could maintain, he'd complied well enough and refrained from asking too many questions.

 

Now, however, since he had woken up and found that sleep was eluding him, he asked the blonde.

 

Seifer was more than reluctant in his answer. There were more than a few details that he would much prefer to be kept secret. Then again, there were a few details he'd like to know himself, like the exact happenings during the time that they hadn't found Squall yet.

 

With a soft sigh of warm breath, which he happily noted caused a small tremor to run through the warm body he held, he began to recant the long day.

 

“Both the name and the number Rui gave us were traceable. He was the president of Pier View Shipping, Jeremiah Epson Larkner. I'm sure you recognize the name now.” Seifer paused at the slight tenseness he felt within Squall's body. Obviously the boy wanted to know more, but it probably wasn't the best idea to linger on the subject. “We went to a few of the brat's sources, they were helpful in locating that assassin, the angel girl. Kinneas took her out, and then we managed to find you.”

 

“And Epson?” Squall asked, not sure why he felt the need to know.

 

“He's gone,” Seifer replied immediately, squeezing the pale man tighter.

 

“What did you-” he began with a bit of apprehension, before he was abruptly cut off.

 

“The bastard got more than he deserved with a death that didn't involve days of torture,” Seifer growled out, gripping the brunet a bit too tightly and causing the young man to wince slightly.

 

Squall wasn't certain how to feel about how Seifer had reacted before. There was such an unsettling rage in those green eyes while glaring at the man behind the tiring plot of obsession.

 

By the time Kadowaki had released him from the infirmary, the day's events had settled in completely. Squall's initial response to it all was delayed by his scattered thoughts that overbore him during a moment of vulnerability. However, once he was calmed and again within the care of his nanny, he had a better ability to analyze the events. The blonde's behavior had shown him a side of the man he hadn't seen, and considering their unique relationship he'd seen most every side of the man.

 

Hearing the seething hatred in Seifer voice when he spoke of Epson was not something his ears were used to. Nor was he accustomed to seeing those eyes gleam with an unhinging lust for blood and pain.

 

Dwelling upon such thoughts again, Squall was again forced to confirm that the man behind him was the same childhood rival as always, the same man he'd given himself to. It was a bit of a struggle to turn himself about in Seifer's hold, considering the constricting nature in which those arms wrapped around him.

 

Once he faced the blonde, he gazed into those eyes, seeing the same old mischievous and gentle shine they usually carried.

 

Perhaps it had become a sensitive subject with the blonde, considering the transition so easily made at the mere mention of the incident, as he so vaguely called it.

 

Upon forming this suspicion, Squall decided to drop the matter. His curiosity was minimum and he had more patience than anyone else, so he could wait and ask another time, or maybe another person.

 

As if in confirmation of his mental decision, Squall leaned up and pressed his lips to Seifer's.

 

There was a hesitance in the blonde's response that made him pull back and stare questioningly. Before he could voice any questions, wondering if the man needed prompting, Seifer initiated a kiss of his own.

 

Seifer had refrained from returning the brunet's kiss on account of his concern over the pale Commander's condition. Physically, the boy was fine, the various scratches and bruises were easily mended with a simple Cure. Mentally, though, Seifer questioned whether the stubborn lion would be up for such intimate activities.

 

However, once he'd studied those calm blue eyes, laced with an almost affectionate desire, he'd remembered whom he was dealing with. Squall was not unversed or unpracticed in the particularly unique situations SeeD members wound up in. There was no textbook that could explain the intricacies of the brunet's nature. For all intents and purposes, he'd venture a guess that the boy had been far more distraught about his brief absence than nearly being raped by some sick psychopath. He wasn't sure if such an idea should warm his heart or cause him worry.

 

Regardless, the inexplicable emotions that ran beneath a carefully guarded mask could not be defined. Much the same, he couldn't assume anything. So, his reluctance to start anything sexual so soon after the incident, which he so named for lack of time to stream enough curses together in its proper title, was uncalled for. Seeing that he needn't restrain himself or fret, he dipped in to capture those lips.

 

Soft and pliant, Squall's lips parted at the first lick of his tongue. With a content sigh, Seifer slid into the wet cavern and tasted the delicious sweetness that he so craved. Gliding over the silky appendage, he felt himself falling into the euphoric state of mind that came with such acts of lust.

 

Moving a step up from mimicking, Squall returned kiss with equaled fervor, having gained enough experience to hopefully give the blonde as much pleasure as he'd always received from their kisses.

 

Groaning, Seifer attacked the brunet's mouth with increased need and passion, the feel of his little kitten battling his tongue was beyond arousing. It wasn't so much a want to win the battle, but a need for more.

 

Delving deeper, feeling every contour of the brunet's sweet mouth, Seifer greedily consumed the soft moans. When he felt sated enough to at least let the younger man breathe, he retreated.

 

Taking a deep breath, Squall wasn't quite ready to lose the feel of the blonde's lips or tongue. Sliding his hands along a broad chest, the tone muscles evident even through the cotton material of the knight's shirt, he laced his fingers together behind the blonde's head. Drawing Seifer back down, he urged him to continue the kiss, not to stop for his account.

 

Eagerly, Seifer took the hint, claiming those lips and that sweet mouth as his, for no other to tread near. It suddenly occurred to him that after being healed, Squall's milky skin was returned to its beautiful pale and unblemished condition. While this was a good thing, it also meant all his markings were gone. There was no evidence that he'd touched Squall, tasted and devoured the man, or taken the Commander for himself.

 

A small grin spread across Seifer's face, effectively ending the prolonged kiss they were sharing. Impishly, he stared into blue eyes. When Squall hadn't managed to read his mind, he raised a hand and traced the scar running between the young man's beautiful eyes. A mirror of his own, it didn't seem to lessen any of the man's unearthly beauty. In fact, it gave the boy character. No one would believe such an innocent and almost light framed eighteen year old could have been battle worn, yet there was a mysterious history behind the Commander's prominent scar. A history, that was not void of rumors involving a twin scar on Ultimecia's knight.

 

However, few knew who had given the wound, and for that it was not a sign of their involvement, especially since they hadn't been involved when the cuts were given.

 

Moving his finger away, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the diagonal, pinkish line. It almost made him laugh at the sensitivity Squall showed for the area when he licked it. Smirking again, he stared back into swirling blue depths that he could truly get lost in. “My hickies are gone,” he stated with a slight air of pride, as though the mere mentioning of their absence meant he'd staked new ones already.

 

“Your hickies?” Squall questioned incredulously. As he recalled, there had only been a few marks left along his neck and various other less visible areas, and a rather prominent bite mark along his shoulder.

 

“Yes, well,” Seifer began, shifting positions, “The point is we need to fix that.” More than ready to start on his new mission, he had propped himself up on his arms, turning Squall onto his back so that he hovered over the smaller man.

 

“Oh?” Squall questioned, rather amused at the blonde's odd train of thought and concepts over what he'd first learned to be called `love bites'. Humoring where Seifer was going with this, knowing that regardless of what the man had in mind it would most likely feel quite pleasant, Squall spread his legs to accommodate the knight's form.

 

Seifer suppressed a groan at the brunet's actions. Having been atop the man evenly, the seductive movement, which merely watching was enough to make his hardening length twitch, had pressed the lower half of their bodies together. With his growing erection rubbing against the forming bulge in Squall's none too constricting pajama bottoms, it was easy to become disoriented with lust.

 

As a man on a mission, Seifer regrettably eased his aroused bulge away from outside influences. Running his hands down the sides of Squall's torso, he ended his journey at the hem of the loose fitting t-shirt, which he was more than happy to have lent to the Commander. Well, perhaps lent wasn't the correct verb. He had insisted on the boy wearing it so that he might see what the brunet looked like in it, but that was simply because of a wet dream he'd had not too long ago.

 

Pushing the shirt up, he revealed toned abs and creamy skin that was impossibly soft and smooth to the touch. While he was generally an impatient person, he took the time to savor everything. He relished in the feel of every curve. He smiled while deriving his own pleasure from the spasms the muscles gave as he trailed light touches over them.

 

Having exposed a pale chest, he ignored the bunched up presence of the shirt, finding his attention drawn to a rosy pink nipple. Laving his tongue over the pert nub, he then tweaked it between his teeth with a grin, listening to the first strings of music being plucked from that wonderfully enticing voice.

 

“Nnh,” Squall stifled the groan erupting from his throat as his nipple was stimulated. He felt, rather than saw, the grin on the blonde's face, since the shirt was in the way. Quickly ridding himself of the clothing, he let the material fall away somewhere before pulling on the darker material of the blonde's shirt. Squall was unable to sit up properly, or even focus very well when the knight suddenly used a hand to brush over his other nipple, all the while remaining adamant in his suckling of the first. Even so, he grasped the material bit by bit, pulling the folds higher and exposing the tanned and firmly muscled flesh of Seifer's back.

 

The blonde broke away from Squall, only long enough to let the younger man rid him of his top. Returning the hardened nipples, he let his fingers massage the nubs while his mouth moved higher. Making his way slowly, he tasted the clean skin, suckling at the collar and earning a few more cords of music. Once he reached the junction between the neck and shoulder, he teased the flesh with nips and kisses, making sure to leave a prominent display of broken blood vessels.

 

Squall had a hard time differentiating one sensation from the other, between Seifer's hands and tongue. His back arched against the roughened fingers. Sensitive and abused, the hands play on his nipples was almost painful, but in the end his involuntary arching led him to believe it was also quite pleasurable.

 

Running his hands along Seifer's tanned back, he varied his touches between massaging the muscles and racking his nails gently. Judging from the groan the blonde gave, he'd say the ex-knight enjoyed it. He rather enjoyed it as well, hearing the reactions that his touch wrought forth.

 

As he felt Seifer's lips leave their mark and trail along his jaw, he leaned his head back to give the blonde a better angle. When his left ear was nibbled on, his eye nearest to the source shuttered close as a shiver ran down his spine.

 

“Seifer,” the name rolled off his lips as the blonde ran a tongue over the shell of his ear. There were hands running through his hair, helping to angle his head back further and expose himself for the blonde's actions.

 

With his hands in silky hair, Seifer turned Squall's head to the side more and baring the underside of a finely cut jaw. Leaving an apparently sensitive ear behind, he set to work on forming yet another hickie. Though, this one was more to anger the brunet when they were finished. Just below the jaw, there would be no high collared uniforms to hide it, nor would he go easy so that it might be covered by makeup.

 

Squall lay back, becoming more consumed by arousal with each passing moment. His fingers twined into blonde hair, feeling the motion of the blonde's head as it bobbed ever so slightly while kissing his neck.

 

There was only so much foreplay he could take though, as his body tried to arch upwards and find more contact with the heated body that hovered over him. His hips gave an involuntary buck, but even when spreading his legs further apart and repeating the action, the blonde remained just out of reach.

 

Not one to be easily reduced to pleading or begging, or even voicing his wishes, Squall abruptly took control in order to have the contact he wanted. Flipping their forms over, Squall rest atop a momentarily bewildered knight. The bewilderment was fleeting since he promptly ground his hips down, rubbing against the bulge in the blonde's pants. He watched as questioning green eyes closed, and a softly spoken curse was hissed out.

 

Having obtained something solid to rub against, Squall instinctively followed the need to again grind himself down and increase the friction. It felt so good.

 

“Fuck, Squall,” Seifer hissed through a groan. If the brunet kept rocking against him, then they'd never make it any further. Reaching out, he clasped the impatient hips tightly to steady them. Taking a deep breath, he registered the need within those blue eyes. Experimentally, he used his hands to press Squall down on him, not gyrating, but increasing the pressure.

 

The results of his actions were better than he could have predicted. Their hardened members, which were tenting against the meager confines, were being pressed against each other so that it was almost painful. The brunet had braced himself with two arms on his chest, those plump and swollen lips parted in a gasp. Dark lashes had fluttered, closing blue eyes from his view. It was such a sight to behold, one he tried desperately to memorize so that he might always recall it at any given moment.

 

Licking his lips, it occurred to Seifer that he hadn't been able to watch Squall's face directly while having an orgasm. He was suddenly filled with an overpowering lust to see that beautiful and more often than not impassive face contorted with the feel of ecstasy. The desire to see this coursed through him.

 

Releasing the slim hips, and thus easing the pressure, Seifer blindly reached behind himself. Beneath the pillow his head rested on, his hand moved around in search of something. Finally finding the small plastic bottle, he pulled it out. Conveniently placed, he hadn't exactly put it there with any expectations of using it so soon. The massage oil was a far cry from Vaseline. While their last time together had not been any less enjoyable, the lubricant of choice would definitely be the oil. Having nicked it from Kadowaki's medicine stores, he'd figured that one way or the other he'd have to become more knowledgeable with various lubricants, since he'd surely be screwing around with the brunet many more times to come.

 

Squall watched with curiosity, wondering when the blonde had found the time to obtain the stuff. Then, as he realized what it would be used for, a pleasant wave of expectation ran through him.

 

Flipping the cap open, Seifer poured a bit onto his fingers. Setting the bottle next to him on the bed, he rubbed his fingers together. Reaching his other hand to the drawstring on the flannel pants, he pulled one end of the slipknot and gave a tug to the waistband to effectively loosen it up. His slicked hand moved around, behind Squall, and promptly slid beneath the encasing material.

 

Biting his lower lip, Squall shifted so his hands supported him on the bed instead of Seifer's toned chest. The change lowered him to lean forward a bit. A soft sigh escaped him at the first feel of Seifer's fingers against his opening. One slick digit eased into him. He knew he was in for trouble when he felt the finger teasingly retreat and swirl a bit. With the patience he had left, he ignored the prolonging of the preparation, relishing in the arousing feel of it. Though, he knew that if Seifer kept the leisurely pace, he'd be forced to simply pound himself onto the knight's cock.

 

Seifer watched the changing expressions on the aroused lion's face. With dark brows drawn close over closed eyes and a red lip being worried between barely visible teeth, he knew that Squall wanted to feel more. Pressing his finger deeper, he had to question whether it was truly as enjoyable for all people as it seemed to be for Squall. Perhaps it was the combined factors that the brunet could take more pain than most and was overly sensitive to the foreign sensations of being touched and given pleasure. There was also a very good chance that he was just that damn good in bed, or so the arrogant knight would lead himself to believe.

 

A second finger joined the fun, scissoring the puckered entrance in turn with small thrusts inward. Squall gripped the bed sheets, while forcing himself to keep control and not force himself back on those fingers. Gritting his teeth against the pain, which he could no longer ignore upon the addition of a third appendage, he stifled his small cry. The unbecoming whimper that escaped him when Seifer brushed his prostate was very nearly his breaking point.

 

Seifer watched avidly, his cock leaking at the mere sight of the brunet writhing atop him. At the small whimper given off, he knew exactly where the lithe man's most sensitive spot was. However, so erotic was the sight and sound of Squall at the moment, that he seriously considered avoiding that spot during the rest of his preparation. If Squall continued, he'd find himself unable to last much longer.

 

Regardless of his qualm over the matter, Seifer could not deny the pleasure the brunet so obviously derived from having his prostate stroked. Thrusting his fingers in he raked over the sweet spot and felt his cock twitch with excitement at the responding cry of ecstasy.

 

“Seifer,” Squall practically panted, “No more,” he pleaded. He couldn't wait any longer. His penis was achingly hard, and he so desperately wanted to be filled.

 

“Squall,” Seifer began, knowing the brunet wasn't nearly ready enough, “A bit more, just wait.”

 

Swallowing an impatient groan, Squall squeezed his eyes shut and bid his body to relax and wait. “My pants,” he said, unable to find a better way of stringing words together to convey his meaning. Seifer took the hint though, and gave him a brief moment of reprieve while he quickly removed his pants.

 

Repositioning himself, Squall was settled back and Seifer immediately set to work again. His rations of assembled patience and control were dissipated however, as Seifer once again pressed against the oh-so pleasure-ringing region. “Naahh,” the unintelligible noise passed through parted lips.

 

Squall hastily grabbed the bottle of massaging oil. His actions earned the retraction of Seifer's hand. Opening the cap, he laved a fair portion into one hand while roughly yanking the band of Seifer's pants to expose the blonde's leaking cock. Gripping the organ, he gave a coating stroke to it. The touch of his hand killed off any protests the older boy might have had at his hasty actions.

 

Having slicked Seifer's erect penis, he carefully guided himself onto it. Unable to see, he floundered momentarily while seeking to press the head of the cock into his entrance. Once he managed that much, he became aware of how careful he'd need to be. Aside from the pain he felt, there was much resistance, and if he went too quickly, he'd end up hurting Seifer.

 

Biting his lip, Squall gently pressed down, wincing as he felt piercing pain. It was somehow gratifying, knowing that while painful, it was the same feeling of being filled beyond capacity that he'd been lusting for.

 

The member was deep enough inside him that he could finish the process without worrying about Seifer. His legs gave out abruptly, the muscles no longer supporting his weight while experiencing the pain.

 

“Hyne!” Seifer half shouted through the room. Squall had fallen onto him, completely encasing his length within tight heat. There were spots before his eyes, while his engorged member pulsed with pleasure. Embedded deeply within the brunet, he was growing more than a little impatient himself.

 

Slumping forward, Squall breathed heavily and willed himself to stretch faster. He waited for a minute or two, slowly feeling the pain recede, though never entirely. “I'm going to start moving,” he announced.

 

Seifer regarded the stubborn man, who had suddenly revealed a dominant side. The inexperienced kitten hadn't waited long before attempting to practice on his own. Though, as those slim hips moved tentatively for the first time, he could have cared less about who was in control. That sinfully tight hole gripped him firmly, making every little movement noticeable. Every breath the brunet took felt like a small stroke to his cock.

 

Slowly drawing off the blonde, Squall pressed back down, repeating the action several times. When his passage began to accommodate the large intrusion, he drew off further and pressed down more quickly. The tempo began to climb, creating such a heated friction that he felt as though he was being seared by the man's penis.

 

Leaning back, Squall changed the angle slightly, though the small change made all the difference. Moaning as he felt his prostate being hit, he picked up the pace again.

 

Seifer's hands clamped onto slim hips, helping to rock the body up and down. With his help, Squall began to take longer and harder thrusts onto him. Between the sight and the feel, he felt himself climbing towards climax quickly. He could clearly see his erection as the brunet pulled off so that only the tip of his cock was embedded, and then it vanished as that tight hole encased him entirely. The gripping walls of the tight channel stroked him like nothing else possibly could. Then there was the beautiful form of the Commander, gyrating up and down onto his cock. Dark bangs became matted to a pale forehead, as sweat began to bead with the effort behind it all. Hot breaths were released between moans. His eyes fell toward Squall's own erection, thus far ignored.

 

“Ahh-Seifer,” Squall panted, his body straining to keep going.

 

Seifer saw the utter need for fulfillment within the younger man. Squall was working furiously to reach it, but still falling short. It was a taxing position, to be thrusting onto him like this, and he knew that the little lion was exerting himself. He himself could not last much longer, as he felt the beginning tremor of ejaculation. “Touch yourself,” he supplied the answer.

 

As a delicate hand unabashedly took a hold of the straining member, white pearls of cum ran down from the mushroomed tip. Seifer groaned at the added bonus of watching Squall touch himself. His grip tightened on the pale hips.

 

Sensing that there was another factor that needed to be taken care of, Seifer gave his own thrusts upwards.

 

“Ahh!” Squall cried out, feeling Seifer slam deeper than before. Stroking himself in sync with the now quick and forceful thrusts, Squall felt himself falling over the edge.

 

Seifer's hands were sure to leave marks as they held tightly to Squall's hips and forced the lithe body to slam down onto his pelvis with audible slaps. Over and over again, he pushed up forcefully to meet that overwhelming heat.

 

Deeper with each thrust, Squall practically rammed himself down without any coherent thought, only with a need for the sheer pleasure such actions brought. Panting, he stroked himself one last time before he felt his climax take him over.

 

“Aaahh, Seifer!” he cried as he threw his head back and white cum spurt forth to coat his hand and Seifer's stomach.

 

Seifer gave a cry of his own, calling out Squall's name, as that tight ass clenched around him. With a final thrust, he lifted his hips off the bed and pressed Squall down harshly. Embedded deep within the tight walls of heat, he shot waves of hot liquid, filling the cavity as he gave a few ending thrusts to milk himself completely.

 

Chest heaving, Seifer let his muscles relax as he settled back onto the mattress. An exhausted lion collapsed against him, panting deeply while feebly shifting to lie a bit more comfortably.

 

Their bodies were slick with sweat, having chosen a slightly more tiring way of screwing each other.

 

By the time Squall's breathing had returned to normal, his eyes had drooped shut and he felt the haze of sated sleep wash over him.

 

While Seifer lay still, winding down from the intense release, he felt his heart beat madly for another reason. Whether out of the often uninhibited feelings that came during sex, or simply because he could no longer contain the realization he'd reach not so long ago, Seifer pressed his lips to the mop of dark hair and whispered softly, “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” It was more a declaration than a question.

 

Through the drifting haze, Squall had managed to catch Seifer's words. It took a moment for the meaning and serious manner in which it was stated to settle in. Craning his neck, his looked up into slightly expectant green eyes.

 

`He loves… me?' his mind questioned. He was too tired to serious contemplate the meaning or his own feelings. Regardless, his heart beat wildly in his chest, and an uncharacteristic smile spread across his face. He hadn't even registered that he had done it, nor why, but that didn't matter. Leaning up, he pressed his lips softly to the blonde's.

 

Elated at the positive reaction, Seifer felt more certain that he wouldn't be regretting such a hasty confession later on. He hadn't been expecting Squall to say anything. In fact, if the brunet had, he might have questioned whether any stream of returned affections was truly heartfelt or just said to appease him.

 

Wrapping his arms around the pale form, which was far warmer after their bit of fun, Seifer gently turned on his side. Easing his softened penis out of Squall, he grabbed an unused shirt that lay nearby and wiped off the brunet's hand and his stomach. Pulling the strewn blanket around them, he hugged Squall's bare form to himself, much the same as he'd been doing when they'd first lain down to sleep.

 

With a final kiss to Squall's forehead, he noted that the brunet was already sleeping. He wondered how the younger man managed to look so innocent, even after riding him in such a sinfully pleasing manner.

 

He was absolutely certain at that moment, that whether or not his confession would prove to be a mistake, his words held true. He'd fallen in love, and with the least likely person in the world. Yet, he couldn't imagine himself ever being so contented with anyone else.