Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction ❯ Protecting the Lion ❯ How to Make a Lion Confess ( Chapter 44 )

Chapter Forty-Four

How to Make a Lion Confess

 

Lying flat on the couch, Seifer absently tossed a small red ball up and then caught it. Having repeated this action an innumerable amount of times, it wasn't even distracting anymore.

 

He could practically hear the clock ticking on the wall, though that might have been his overactive imagination. Eight in the evening, and he'd been waiting an hour.

 

Every once in a while, he'd shift uncomfortably and grumble incoherently.

 

Squall wasn't back yet, and he'd been stupid enough not to find out where the messenger girl had taken him.

 

At the sound of the door swishing open, the blond knight scrambled to sit upright. Growling at his own misfortune of having to wait, he threw the ball toward the entryway just as he saw the chocolate mop of hair come into view.

 

With a small thud, Squall's hand was grasping the squishy item before the eye could blink. Delicate fingers gave a testing squeeze. “You didn't take this from a student did you?” the Commander questioned.

 

“Where've you been?” Seifer interrogated immediately. Hefting forward, he deftly leapt over the back of the couch and stalked menacingly toward the smaller man.

 

Gray-blue eyes narrowed. The stubborn frown his lips formed was all the answer he'd give to such a pushy question. Tossing the stress-relieving ball back at the knight, he moved further in and out of Seifer's stalking path.

 

“Squall,” Seifer said in warning.

 

“I thought we established that you're not my babysitter,” the brunet shot over his shoulder, continuing to make his way to the kitchen.

 

“And I thought we established that I'm an over protective and jealous boyfriend,” Seifer stated nonchalantly.

 

“Hnn,” Squall sounded in an ambivalent response.

 

Secretly, the brunet was enjoying the simple banter in which they exchanged heated words. Even if Seifer was actually upset about something, it took his mind off of other matters. A small smile tugged his lips up from their frown. With his back to the blond, who followed him, he began to open the fridge for a bottle of water. Though he heard the swift movements of the knight, he chose not to react. If their arguing escalated, then his mind would be taken off of other distressing problems that much longer.

 

Even though the aluminum sided door had only been opened an inch or two, the forcefulness, with which the blond slammed a hand into it, created a loud bang as it was wrenched shut and out of his grasp.

 

Seifer's arm remained propped up, cutting off any exits on his left side. Shortly after, the tall man's other arm was placed on his other side. An entrapment, which he could escape if he truly wanted to. Turning around in the confined space, Squall glared up into green eyes defiantly.

 

Blond eyebrows furrowed as Seifer tried to read those guarded gray-blue eyes. “What's wrong?” he asked. So much for slowly trying to work his way up to questioning the introverted brunet.

 

Having expected the blond to demand information on where he'd been, Squall was thrown by the question for a moment. Once the words settled in, his mind automatically thought back on his growing dilemma. Unreasonable anger flared within him as he was forced to remember what was bothering him. Choosing the lesser of two evils, he replied, “I was with Selphie and Rui. I stayed to sit in on their lesson.”

 

Seifer hadn't realized just how much being shut out was getting to him. This wasn't right. Squall had been stubborn and evasive with him many times before, but not like this. As he stared intently into those mesmerizing eyes, he saw no weaknesses in the icy barrier that shut the rest of the world out. “Dammit Leonhart!” he shouted abruptly.

 

Taken aback, Squall couldn't help the instinctive flinch he gave. Pulling his head back, it gave a gentle thud against the refrigerator behind him. What was Seifer so pissed about?

 

“I'm sorry,” the blond apologized immediately. Imploringly he held the brunet's stricken gaze. The poor kitten had no idea what was going on.

 

The tense gaze they held wasn't broken until the demanding presence of Gabriel brushed against their legs. The dark creature weaved in and out, begging for attention.

 

Seeing an excuse to distance himself, Squall slid down against the cold surface behind him. Folding his knees in closely, he left the strong boundary of Seifer's arms and turned his focus to Gabriel.

 

“Hey,” the brunet spoke in greeting, extending a hand to the affectionate cat.

 

The dark feline took advantage of the unusual doting manner of his master. Quickly moving closer, two paws were placed against bent knees in indication of what he wanted.

 

Seifer could take a hint, but that didn't mean he'd comply with it. It was like a slap in the face to be dismissed so blatantly. Squall hardly spared the cat a cursory glance most of the time, yet now the brunet seemed to find nothing more important than affectionately picking the creature up and slipping away from him.

 

“Squall, we need to talk,” the knight reasoned calmly, finally realizing that any sign of force would drive the little lion away completely.

 

Casting a weary glance toward the living room, Squall spoke softly, “No, we don't.” With that said, he shifted further away and straightened up with Gabriel in his arms.

 

Clenching his teeth, Seifer fought against the urge to reach out and grab Squall. It was just his luck that the Ice Prince responded negatively to force when he often found no other way of dealing with the brunet. “We do,” he affirmed harshly.

 

“I've got a few things on my mind right now, I'm sure you've already noticed. Unless it's about something else, I'm taking a shower,” the brunet replied, hoping his voice was as stern as he meant it to be.

 

When Seifer didn't speak again, Squall took his leave. Setting Gabriel on the back of the couch as he passed it, he stalked to the bathroom and closed the door.

 

Sighing, Seifer ran a hand through his hair, tugging on the ends a bit. Taking a steadying breath, he vowed that he wouldn't lose his cool again. It was impossible to tell which way a situation would turn around Squall. A conversation could turn sour in the blink of an eye around the distant Commander.

 

`No matter,' Seifer assured mentally, `I can be just as stubborn.'

 

Renewing his resolve, the blond knight made his way towards the brunet's bedroom. He'd wait until the pretty boy was finished and then he'd confront the man again. If it took all night, he'd drag a confession out from those appealing lips.

 

**

 

Tousling his damp hair with a towel, Squall casually strode into his room. He had an inkling that the blond knight might be waiting for him, ready to pick up where they'd left off.

 

With a secret hope that behaving would lessen Seifer's determination to pry, Squall was willing to go to bed early. It was again the case of taking the lesser evil.

 

Wearing baggy flannel pants that barely clung to his hips, he opened his bedroom door. The first thing he noticed was the blond knight reclining on his bed. It seemed as though Seifer was sleeping, but he knew better.

 

Mimicking the knight's greeting from earlier, the brunet grasped the towel he'd used on his hair and chucked it across the room. As expected, Seifer stirred and caught it.

 

“Is this going to become our ritual?” Seifer asked, opening his green eyes to look at Squall.

 

Playfully mocking the knight's naturally cocky demeanor, Squall placed a hand on his hip and shifted to lean on one leg slightly. With an impassive expression, he mumbled, “Whatever” Now that he considered it, there were other ways in which he might temporarily find relief. Arguing with Seifer was one way, but another more enjoyable one would be sex. It just so happened that Seifer was good for both.

 

The moment Seifer laid eyes on Squall, he blanched. Tossing the towel back at the minx, he scolded, “Dry yourself off properly, and put a shirt on.” With water droplets running down that beautifully lithe torso, toned to perfection, he stood no chance of arguing reasonably. And of course, those pants had to ride low enough to display the curve of the little lion's hipbone. He was practically drooling, when he should be calmly strategizing.

 

Squall quirked a curious brow. It might be easier than expected to seduce Seifer. Lazily, he dropped his arm down, letting the towel slowly slip from his grasp to the floor. Stepping lightly forward, he subtly shifted his hand to graze his hip. Not well versed in the art of seduction, Squall wasn't sure he was anywhere close to turning the blond on. However, he didn't miss the stiffening posture of the knight as the older boy straightened up apprehensively. Nor did he miss the visible gulp Seifer took.

 

Gently padding his way closer, Squall stopped at the foot of the bed. Leaning forward, he crawled across the top of the neatly made bedding. Drawing closer to the rigid blond, he gazed up into bright green eyes. There was lust in those eyes, so much of it that it sent a shiver down Squall's spine. But, there was also anger and resistance. He'd been right about Seifer wanting to talk more.

 

From the blond's lack of response, he could only assume that Seifer hadn't quite figured out what to do. Taking advantage of this, Squall decided to make his intentions known quickly.

 

With his pale skin drying off by the air, his body was instinctively craving warmth. The prospect of being filled by Seifer again was appealing even when it didn't mean driving all thoughts from his mind. His breathing and heart rate were already increasing without even beginning.

 

Reaching out a determined hand, he grasped Seifer's partly bent knee. Pushing it to the side, he was met with resistance. “Seifer,” he breathed the knight's name out. The man's leg fell to the side slackly.

 

Crawling closer, making room for himself between the blond's parted knees, Squall trailed his hand along the soft fabric of the black dress pants. Though his destination was obvious, it didn't seem to register with Seifer until he cupped the semi hard bulge. The blond gave a soft groan at his actions. Rubbing Seifer's hidden manhood, Squall never broke his gaze, watching as green eyes became consumed with a singular emotion, lust.

 

Nimbly, Squall pulled the red shirt from beneath the waist of Seifer's pants and undid the button. Trailing the zipper down slowly, Squall broke eye contact for the first time in order to pay closer attention to what his hands were doing.

 

Slipping a hand beneath the exposed hem of the blond's boxers, he felt the warm patch of hairs before grasping the hardening shaft.

 

“Squall,” Seifer hissed between clenched teeth. Try as he might, he could not find an ounce of the anger he knew he should. He was supposed to be cleverly drilling Squall with questions until he figured out what was ailing the brunet. Instead, he was completely ensnared by the overwhelming desire to have Squall's hands all over his body. The damn minx was doing this on purpose. Forcing himself to think clearly, he accused, “You're doing this so you don't have to talk.”

 

Squall freed the tanned man's darkened length. Without any restrictive clothing in the way, it sprung up and seemed to harden further. Before replying to the blond's accurate words, he ran a finger along the underside of the aroused penis. “Maybe,” he conceded while the blond's head fell back.

 

“Squall,” Seifer called out in warning. This was the exact lack of control he'd been concerned about. The brunet practically held him in the palm of his delicate hand.

 

“I have other reasons,” the brunet added, not wanting Seifer to take it the wrong way. Crouching down, he trailed his tongue along the same path his finger had taken. Tracing the underside of the throbbing member.

 

“Fuck,” Seifer cursed, his hands automatically reaching out and fisting damp locks of hair. He should have suspected something when the brunet's first reaction hadn't been to kick him out of the room. “Such-hah,” his question turned into a gasp as that increasingly skillful tongue lapped at the slit of his penis. Cracking his lids open, he glanced down at the smirking sex kitten. The diminished vestiges of anger flared a bit, enough to allow his coherency again. “Such as?” he questioned sternly.

 

“Such as,” Squall began, but paused to blow cooling air across the slick mushroomed head of the blond's cock, “wanting to feel you inside of me,” he finished.

 

Before Seifer could retort or find his lost reason to interrogate the stubborn man, that sinfully sweet mouth wrapped around his length and began sucking. His grip on the brunet's hair tightened. Squall's quick ability to learn was proving to be his downfall. Between massaging his balls and that gyrating tongue, he was swiftly brought towards a climax. The brunet was bobbing up and down, taking in an impossible amount of his length.

 

Without warning, Seifer threw his head back and bucked his hips up, pressing deeper into the brunet's mouth. The spasms of his ejaculation coincided with the swallowing of Squall's throat. As the brunet tenderly licked his softening member clean, he recovered from his shallow breathing.

 

With a small smile, Squall sat back on folded legs. His mind was blissfully clear even when giving pleasure. Panting, he looked up at Seifer's pleased face. Relaxed with closed eyes, the blond rested briefly.

 

Not wanting to lose the moment, Squall crept forward and hovered over the knight's strong frame. Straddling Seifer's hips, he sat back, careful not to place anymore than light pressure against the man's exposed member. His hands set to work on the buttons of Seifer's shirt.

 

Before he managed to undo the second button, strong hands grabbed his wrists. Looking at Seifer questioningly, he frowned when he saw disapproval in those green depths.

 

“Do you think I want to be with you when it's just some escape,” the blond said rhetorically.

 

Shocked, Squall tried to pull his hands back, but Seifer never relented the hold. “It's not,” he replied.

 

“But, that's part of it,” Seifer said, carefully eyeing the brunet atop himself. Squall had shown aggression and dominance in bed before, but not like this. The younger man wasn't being pushy or forceful, just direct and damn alluring. The message was obvious, `Fuck me until I can't think straight.'

 

It was to Squall's disadvantage that the ex-knight suddenly decided to push for information. Aroused and already thinking about the ways in which he'd like to find relief, Squall was not ready to go head to head in an argument. “I want you,” he assured, wishing the blond didn't read him like a book so easily.

 

“But that's not all you want,” Seifer spat, hating that he had to be mean to get his point across. The wrists he held onto tried to pull away again, but he held fast. “It should never be about anything else than what's between us.”

 

Brows furrowed, Squall stared down into sharp green eyes. “Sorry,” he mumbled, trying again to pull his hands away. Shifting, he made to get off the knight. The blond's hold tightened painfully, keeping him in place.

“Squall,” Seifer spoke the name softly, cooingly. Hefting forward, he tumbled the Commander back against the bed and hovered over the smaller boy in their reversed positions. Pinning the brunet's hands above that chocolate mop of hair, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Squall's.

 

Slow and drawn out, Seifer worked against those soft lips. Grazing his tongue across the slick surface of the brunet's teeth, he sought entrance. When those pliant lips parted instinctively, he encouraged a small battle between their tongues. In the end, he delved deeper, incurring soft and intoxicating moans from the minx beneath.

 

Eventually ending the kiss, Seifer leaned back slightly, letting Squall take gulps of air.

 

It might have been a dirty trick, but there was little else he could do aside from using force. Seifer chose that moment to question Squall further. “What's been bothering you?”

 

“Nothing,” the brunet breathed out.

 

The blond gave a small nod of understanding before initiating another rough and drawn out kiss.

 

Breaking away again, Seifer stared down at the heavy lidded kitten. Panting himself, he wondered just how far he could draw this out without losing control. “Tell me,” he ordered.

 

“Nothing…” Squall panted, “…to tell.”

 

Blond brows furrowed. Seifer gave an almost apologetic look to the brunet. He'd have to be cruel.

 

Releasing the hands he'd been holding, Seifer reached down to grasp the loose fabric of Squall's pants. Almost violently, he sat back and tore them off. Before the stubborn man could vocalize any protests, he returned to once again crush already bruised lips. He continued to explore the oxygen deprived young man's mouth until he felt needy fingers twining in his hair. Just as Squall began to grasp his blond strands and pull him closer, he pulled back.

 

Never giving Squall enough time to react or think, Seifer abruptly pressed his fingers into the heavily breathing Commander's mouth. “Suck,” he ordered.

 

Surprisingly, slick red lips enclosed around his fingers and complied with his command. His cock twitched at the gyrating tongue that he felt work his index and middle fingers much the same as it did when giving him a blow job.

 

Shaking his head, Seifer held onto his saner, less lust consumed mindset. The fact that he'd already found release before was all that kept him grounded and focused. Sometimes, the attraction he felt to Squall became a burden.

 

As a slick trickle of saliva trailed down Squall's narrow chin, he retracted his fingers. It truly didn't take that long to slick them up, but everything the brunet did felt so damn good.

 

Seifer pressed his fingers against Squall's entrance. He teasingly pressed against it a few times before slipping passed the tight ring. With the nicked oil in his own bedroom, he'd have to break the mood in order to retrieve it.

 

Squall simply rested his head back and caught his breath while he enjoyed the first sensation of Seifer's intrusion. Ignoring any sense of pain, he eagerly anticipated the stimulation that would be given to his prostate.

 

As Seifer's fingers brushed against him in just the right place, his body wracked with pleasure. Gasping, he gripped the blanket beneath him, forcing himself not to lose control like last time and impale those fingers deeper.

 

The ex-knight had a good idea of just what drove Squall over the edge. Knowing exactly where that sweet spot was, he made sure to rub it over and over. It wasn't long before the lithe form was writhing against the bed, panting for a whole new reason.

 

Squall was already seeing white spots, his entire body weak with only one focus. He was close to coming, too close to delay any longer. As good as those fingers felt, he knew that Seifer's hardened member felt ten times better. “Seifer, please,” he gasped after the blond once again pressed against that sensitive spot.

 

“Please what?” the blond questioned, stilling his ministrations and removing his fingers.

 

“I want you inside of me,” Squall stated, knowing that if he weren't blunt the first time, then it'd take five more times before the blond dragged the same words out of him.

 

It was an agonizing test of self-control for Seifer. His erect penis was already begging for release again, wanting to feel that tight heat gripping him. Building the anticipation for the brunet, he rubbed his leaking member against the well-shaped cleft.

 

Abruptly pulling back, he braced himself above the pale form against the bed, hands on either side of that pretty face. “What's wrong?” he repeated the question yet again.

 

Squall opened his lust filled blue eyes, blinking in disbelief. Was Seifer seriously asking him this now? Hyne, it was cruel. His body was crying to be filled, begging for release. And aside from his body's demands, his mind wasn't working very clearly.

 

As proof that his mind was too clouded to think straight, Squall came to the conclusion that confiding in the knight would be the best thing to do. The sooner her spoke, the sooner Seifer would quit being a jerk and fuck him. Taking a steadying breath, forcing his hips not to buck forward, he spoke quickly, “You've done something to me, I can't get you out of my head. You say you love me, and then you look at me as though you could wait till the end of the world to hear me repeat those damn words.” Pausing to look meaningfully into Seifer's eyes, he admitted, “I don't know how. I don't know if I can.”

 

Though Squall knew he'd be kicking himself later, he was powerless at such a vantage point. Hot and bothered, he had no resistance left. His little plan to avoid talking with Seifer had backfired completely.

 

The only reaction Squall caught was narrowed green eyes. Shortly after, Seifer was kissing him with what he could only classify as urgency.

 

“I don't need you to say anything, I just need you,” Seifer stated harshly. Mentally, he was crying out that the brunet was a fool for having such thoughts. `Not capable of love,' he scoffed, it was ridiculous. It was a moment later that he absorbed the reality to Squall's words. Obviously the whole matter was bothering the brunet deeply. Before he could lecture the Commander, he felt the urgent need to quench all doubt. “Be with me, like this, as we are now. I want to hold you, and touch you, and kiss you. Hyne, do you know how much I want to kiss you?” He pressed his lips against Squall's again.

 

Pulling back, he gazed earnestly down to the confused lion. “You're a fool for worrying about it. You can't force it, so stop trying to.” He chuckled softly at the curious expression on Squall's face. Amidst desire, the Commander was actually curious and willing to learn something as though in a classroom. “We're as lost as we were our first night. I don't understand, but I don't need to anymore. Just let me be beside you, and nothing else will matter.”

 

“How do you do that?” squall asked tentatively, momentarily able to forget about his need for release.

 

“What?” Seifer questioned softly. He was relieved at finally knowing what was going on in that over analytical head.

 

“Make everything better,” the brunet whispered, wrapping his arms around the blond's neck and pulling the man down on top of himself. It was ridiculous. He didn't have any answers or conclusions, yet it felt as though his burden had been lifted.

 

With a cocky grin Seifer responded, “Cause I'm Seifer Almasy….” he trailed off with a hinting prompt for Squall to finish.

 

“…the over confident sorceress' knight who lost the war?” Squall finished with a soft chuckle.

 

Nipping an ear in reprimand he corrected, “…the man who gets to fuck Commander Leonhart every day.”

 

Content that Squall wasn't shutting him out any longer, and that their time together wouldn't be misused, Seifer repositioned himself at the brunet's entrance. Carefully guiding himself into that tight hole, he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Half way in, he stopped. The distressed lion was clinging tightly to the blanket beneath them. “You okay?” he asked with concern.

 

Squall bit his lip against the pain while gripping the bedding until his fingers felt numb. Managing a small nod, he signaled Seifer to keep going.

 

Blond eyebrows furrowed in a silent apology as the knight gave a good thrust forward and sheathed himself. Encased in that impossibly tight and heated channel, he gasped in pleasure.

 

Squall gave a small cry in pain, gritting his teeth against it. Each time they did this, Seifer always felt just as big. But, in the end, it felt so damn good. Remembering to breath, he panted a bit, his brow glistening with the strain.

 

Leaning forward, Seifer directed Squall's legs to wrap around his waist while he pressed his lips to the Commander's temple. “I love you,” he whispered. Pulling out slightly, he began to move without warning. Rocking back in, he felt the blood rush to his cock. It was like a small piece of heaven, Squall's tight ass. “So tight,” he remarked while rocking in and out again.

 

“Nnh,” Squall bit his lip harder, forcing himself not to cry out until it was in pleasure.

 

It wasn't long before the brunet was adjusted. And then he felt it, when Seifer pulled out particularly far and pushed back in. “Seifer,” he called out. Legs wrapping more tightly around the knight's waist, he rocked in time to meet the blond's thrusts.

 

“So fucking good,” Seifer thought aloud, beginning to pick to the pace up.

 

“Harder!” Squall cried, seeing white spots before his closed eyes. “Aah!” Seifer had heeded his demand immediately, thrusting deeper.

 

Over and over, they met with frantic thrusts. Perspiration gathering, skin slapping, they drew near a pleasurable end.

 

Just as Seifer felt himself about to orgasm, he pumped Squall's penis and gave a rough stroke. As the milky white substance spurt forth onto the pale man's stomach, tight walls clenched around his length. With a few final thrusts, he was being wrung dry, his semen filling Squall.

 

Breathing heavily, Squall welcomed the weight of Seifer as the man collapsed against him. Filled with the knight's warm and slick release, he relaxed contently. Whether it was the sated gratification of sex or not, Squall felt as though he might not regret telling the blond what he'd been thinking about.

 

As Seifer pulled out of him, he almost whimpered at the loss. Lying at the wrong end of the bed, they fumbled around to situate themselves for the night. Seifer still dressed, and Squall again in need of a shower, they settled in to sleep.