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Chapter Ten

Good Morning Romps

 

With the inaudible click of a few buttons, Seifer was well on his way to revenge for Irvine's stolen kiss. Squall said he couldn't hurt the cowboy, at least not with Hyperion and his fists. Instead, he'd simply be the cocky bastard he was so good at being and taunt the hell out of the gunman.

 

Turning his cell phone off, he raised his head slightly to scour the premises. It was quiet, Squall being awake probably wouldn't have changed that. He was in bed still, his sleeping lion curled against him. It was beyond satisfying and fulfilling to just lie there and listen to the gentle sound of Squall breathing.

 

Soft tresses of dark brown hair were splayed across his shoulder while the pale beauty's face was hidden in the crook of his neck. The night before, Squall had conceded that if he felt like having a beard it was fine, but that he missed the spicy scented aftershave. Yet, even without that supposed scent Squall enjoyed, the younger man unconsciously furled closely in the same manner as always.

 

What he intended to do was pushing the envelope further than ever before. Squall would no doubt storm off and likely ignore him for a month. He was counting on the gunman's reaction of shock to keep the man's mouth shut and presence unknown.

 

The blond knight waited, lazily trailing his fingers through Squall's silky hair. He must have really tired the kitten out last night, the lithe body didn't stir even a little. Sex did that to Squall, making it the only reason he was able to bully the boy into sleeping regularly.

 

He flopped his head back to the pillow, images of the previous night replaying pleasantly through his head. Squall was amazing, fucking amazing. The Commander's moans of ecstasy were erotic like nothing else. It was that rarely used tone crying out with unbidden lust, it sent shivers down his spine and straight to his groin. And while the brunet made fun of the idea of talking dirty, those rouged and bruised lips formed the words that his wet dreams were made of. `Harder, deeper, rougher, don't stop, never stop, fuck me now', those were the garbled orders that he managed to wring from a slender throat last night. The best moments were when Squall came while screaming his name.

 

He wouldn't have thought it possible, but the kitten had gotten better at sucking him off. There was something so arousing about watching Squall swallow his release and lap up any escaped fluids that made him hard all over again.

 

It wasn't long before he heard the faint sounds of the door's code being punched in. A little sooner than he'd expected, he flailed an arm over the edge of the bed in search of some piece of clothing to throw. The objective was to not wake Squall up, not yet anyway.

 

Finding a haphazardly discarded pair of black briefs, which he'd expressed approval of since they outlined the Commander's ass so much better, he grabbed them. Before the gunman could tromp in and wake sleeping beauty, he balled the garment up and flung it across the room and out an open door.

 

Apparently he had better timing than he thought, as the form of Irvine Kinneas came into to view seconds later, briefs in hand and an extremely confused look on his face.

 

Violet eyes widened at the sight of two forms naked from the waist up and no doubt just as naked beneath the drawn up sheet. Squall curled against Seifer, pillowed against the knight's tanned chest and tucked contently against the man's neck. It was shocking to see Squall sound asleep, more so than hearing his voice during orgasm. The image their Commander projected and the spectacle before him clashed violently.

 

Seifer withheld a devious smirk. Raising his free arm, the one that wasn't loosely draped across the smooth skin of Squall's back, he gestured for silence with an index finger to his lips.

 

Irvine blinked, eyes still wide with confusion. What the hell was going on?

 

With the hard part over, Seifer teasingly ran calloused fingertips from nape to tail of Squall's spine, his hand disappearing under the plain linen sheet. Squall twitched as his fingers trailed between the hidden cleft of cheeks, intent on entering that puckered entrance. The anticipation of burying himself in that tight heat was enough to let him have his jollies.

 

“Nnh,” was the first waking noise Squall made, a groan of half sleeping encouragement.

 

Seifer tore his jade eyes from a stirring princess and locked his gaze on the gunman, who stood rigidly in the doorframe holding Squall's underwear. Quirking a brow, as if to ask the cowboy if he desired to see more, Seifer gripped the sheet and slowly pulled it away.

 

With a gulp, Irvine watched. He was in a frozen shock, desire automatically building. At the moment his jealousy was lost. His eyes broke from the cocky bastard of a knight to stare fixedly at what the shifting sheet would expose to him.

 

Gliding with mesmerizing slowness, the fabric was taken away. At the same moment, Seifer plunged one finger into Squall. It was just enough to wake the brunet up, but not enough to hurt. He'd cleaned the sated kitten up fairly well, no remnants of his seed detectible.

 

“Seifer,” Squall breathed out with a waking stretch that just so happened to arch himself back onto the plunging digit.

 

Grinning broadly, Seifer leaned his head back into the pillow and cast slanted gaze at a desperately frantic gunman. It was a cruel punishment.

 

Irvine felt his stomach drop, feeling those butterflies flutter in an almost nauseating manner. He was already so distraught over his affections for the Commander, what Seifer was doing was sheer cruelty. He couldn't interrupt because this was the closest he'd ever get to being with Squall, yet at the same time he couldn't watch because it was another man touching the Commander in such a way. Lost between his arousal and his anguished longing, he stood without movement.

 

Voyeurism was not the gunman's preferred course of action, but that wasn't to say he didn't have an extensive porn collection. Gay porn was strictly off limits, but then again, so were men prior to his infatuation with Squall.

 

`Holy Hyne!' Irvine's mind raged, all issues suddenly wiped from his head. Squall was rocking back onto Seifer's fingers.

 

“What t-time is it?” the brunet questioned with his eyes scrunched shut.

 

Coherent thoughts were Seifer's cue to take it to the next level. By now, his hands and fingers knew Squall's body well. Every curve and supple inch of flesh was identifiable from a simple caress. There was one place in particular that he'd learned to find easily. A half empty bottle of lube was under the pillow. A quick squirt that drizzled down to wet his thrusting fingers was all the preparation he needed before inserting a third finger and pressing against the brunet's sensitive prostate gland.

 

“Aah!” Squall cried at the unexpected rush to stimulating his sweet spot. His immediate reaction was to pointedly spread his legs wider, conveniently throwing one over the knight's tanned thighs to bring himself closer to the inevitable result of having Seifer's cock buried inside of him.

 

“It's still early, no worries,” Seifer answered in regards to the Commander's question of time.

 

“What- ahh, Hyne Seifer, more.”

 

Seifer grinned like a Cheshire cat. It was truly difficult to keep his own thoughts straight enough to remember they had an audience, something Squall would hang him for. The fact that Hyperion was nearby didn't make his life any safer. There wasn't even the thrill of exposure to add to it, it was just the worry that if Squall turned around the brunet would see a very shocked, very aroused gunman.

 

“Ride me,” the blond ordered. Seifer retracted his hand, inadvertently causing a rare whimper to escape thus far under kissed lips. Gripping slim hips, he hitched Squall to lie atop himself completely.

 

As Seifer coated his leaking member Squall leaned forward and pressed his lips against the ex-knight's. It remained fairly shallow for the sake of satisfying other needs. Squall squirmed back until he felt the press of Seifer's erection against his lower back. Leaning flush against the blond's chest, he eased himself onto the stiff organ while Seifer guided it inside of him.

 

Short preparation made for a tighter fit, making the brunet stop after the mushroomed head had slid passed his slick entrance.

 

The Commander could control the world if every leader knew how good it felt to have sex with the Balamb Lion. It was Seifer's pride to have Squall all to himself.

 

The knight gave a grunt of exultation when Squall released a deep breath and thrust back onto him. With his pulsing cock driven near the hilt in gripping heat, he soothed the adjusting brunet into relaxation by massaging the boy's hips, kneading the flesh tenderly.

 

“You're mine, all mine,” Seifer declared with a possessive raking of his eyes over the bared form on top of him.

 

Sitting straighter, effectively sheathing the large cock completely, Squall stared down into entrancing eyes. A small shiver ran his spine at the idea of belonging to Seifer. It was inexplicably pleasing to feel so wanted, but he could not possibly let the comment go without retorting, “I belong to no one.”

 

With a soft chuckle, Seifer found Squall's ever-defiant nature more adorable than agitating. He could whisper sweet nothings into the younger man's ear all night long, and the only response he'd get would be an order to shut up and go to sleep. “My dick in your ass suggests otherwise,” the knight countered with a gamely tone of challenge.

 

Raising his eyebrows, Squall gave the knight a questioning look. Promptly leaning forward, he pulled off a bit before slamming back down with sharp pain and repeating several times.

 

“Fuck!” Seifer yelled at the unexpected rush of sensations to his leaking member. Sometimes he just couldn't predict how far Squall would take things.

 

After the first several thrusts, Squall stopped. It was more painful at the moment than anything, not having stretched enough yet. The glazed look of the blond's eyes was all the reaction he needed to make his efforts worth it. Reaching out, he ran cool fingertips along the tanned man's toned chest. Sculpted pectorals were hard beneath heated skin.

 

Seifer stifled a groan of longing, wanting the feel of Squall gyrating against him to return. “Okay,” he conceded with only half his mind present, “But your heart is mine.”

 

Softly smiling down at this man he'd come to love, Squall met the knight half way. “No more than yours is mine.”

 

“Fuck Leonhart, you can have all of me,” Seifer chuckled with a light slap against one of the brunet's cheek, not enough to be considered a spank, since that would not please the boy.

 

As Squall's heart beat increased, a light feeling in his chest, the corners of his mouth upturned into a genuine smile. This man before him was a rude prick most of the time, yet he could not deny the knight his affections. Seifer must have known this for the smug air he went about making him repeat certain phrases all the time. Now, those green eyes looked up at him with reverent awe, a soft love swirling in their depths.

 

“Come here,” Seifer whispered, stricken by the most rare of smiles he received. As that lithe torso leaned forward, he cupped his hands just beneath the brunet's jaw and pulled him down for a kiss.

 

Shallow again, it was a slow paced meshing of their lips. Seifer willed his feelings to be expressed in the simple act, wanting his kitten to know just how much he'd fallen for him. There were times when he still found it difficult to believe, only his body knowing how right it was. Late at night, when he'd need that pale form pressed closely, his eyes would roam the Commander's body as though it were a foreign presence. Hyne, he never felt alive before being with Squall like this.

 

The kiss deepened, causing Squall to moan and squirm impatiently at the waiting cock inside of him. Somehow the simple act that he'd done countless times was just as overwhelming as ever, washing over him with warm contentment and insatiable lust.

 

When the moment felt unbearable, Squall began to move, rocking his hips. It was so good, the feeling of Seifer's dick pulling out slowly before pushing back in. Wanting to feel the man deeper, Squall broke the kiss and straightened up. With his hands anchored against washboard abs, he began to pick the pace up.

 

Sporting the most painful hard on of his life, Irvine leaned against the doorframe in a hunch. He should leave, part of him wanted to, but he couldn't. His eyes were trained on the slender backside of the Commander. Even nude, there was a detectable curve that was almost feminine, the slim waist curving to meet that sinfully fuckable ass. It was the greatest shame that it wasn't his own erect penis buried inside the pale man.

 

As the Commander began impaling himself with mindless fervor, Irvine felt himself beginning to gasp for breath. The panting and moaning and sight of exactly what it really looked like to fuck the brunet were too much. He really shouldn't be there. At this rate, he was going to come in his pants and alert Squall to his presence, which was something he couldn't let happen. He had to leave. Seifer Almasy was an evil bastard deserving of a sorceress such as Ultimecia. This was beyond reasonable punishment for kissing Squall, which he knew was the reason for the text message now.

 

When Seifer thrust upwards to meet Squall's harsh thrusts downwards, the brunet cried out in glorified pain and ecstasy. Driving himself deeper into that sinfully tight hole, he gripped slim hips, using them like handles to help slam Squall's body down harder.

 

“Seifer!” Squall cried as the knight was plunged deeper than before and continuously pressed against that unbelievably pleasurable spot inside.

 

At the wanton cry of the bastard knight's name, Irvine tore from his spot, nearly stumbling. Gritting his teeth, gnashing them harshly, he stalked from the apartment. This was overkill. While he wasn't the vengeful type, he'd make that arrogant knight pay for such a stunt. With an erection in dire need of tending and images of his Commander to last a lifetime, the gunman gruffly shut his coat and made a beeline for the nearest area of privacy.

 

Seifer nearly had to bit his lip to keep a victorious smirk from forming. Now that Kinneas was no longer a spectator, he surged forward and unbalanced Squall. The brunet was taken by surprise, but allowed Seifer to lower him to the bed without even flinching. The ex-knight was one part impressed and one part arrogant about the fact that Squall seemed to trust him explicitly.

 

Hardly missing a beat, Seifer took over the role of domination and began thrusting into the pale body sprawled beneath him. Hands hooked behind the Commander's knees, he pressed the surprisingly flexible legs back.

 

After countless thrusts of mercilessly aiming at the brunet's prostate, Seifer released the legs and allowed them to wrap around his waist. With his hands now free, he reached out to fist Squall's erection.

 

The brunet arched into Seifer's touch, groaning as the knight teased him both inside and out. “Sei-fer,” he stuttered in a mixture between warning and habit of calling the man's name in bed.

 

Seifer figured Squall would have known by now that he never came more than a few moments after the brunet. There was no need for warning. Once those tight walls gripped him convulsively he was a goner, no matter how close he might have been to begin with.

 

Leaning down, the blond laved his tongue over a pert nipple. This seemed to overload the system, as Squall arched off the bed with a stifled cry of completion. That bottom lip would be sore judging from the way Squall sank his teeth into it.

 

Seifer's mind was a blank slate, nothing but pleasure was present in his body. He felt his balls clench as the searing heat gripped him in time with the artful image of Squall spurting ribbons of cum over his hand. Following the lion over the edge, he shot wave after wave of hot cum into the man.

 

Wallowing in euphoric bliss, Seifer remained inside Squall, his softening penis giving a few twitches every now and again, the orgasm still coursing through him. Sitting back, he brought Squall with him. Once his arms were wrapped around the brunet's sticky torso, he hugged the smaller man fiercely.

 

It was morning, so there would be no sating sleep to follow, where he could hold the younger boy like this for hours on end. Instead, he took advantage of Squall's rather complacent nature after sex and held the man for an unreasonable amount of time, simply holding him while the time ticked by.

 

After the first five minutes, Squall realized that the knight intended on holding him for an indeterminable amount of time. Relaxing more fully into the embrace, he made himself as comfortable as he could, what with Seifer still inside him and covered in his own seed. After a few more minutes, he began to wonder if Seifer had discovered something he hadn't. Slipping his arms from their pinned position, he raised them and returned the blond's gesture. A shiver ran his spine when the knight sighed against his neck and gave an encouraging squeeze. Without words or questions, Squall wrapped his arms around Seifer's neck. Closing his eyes, he rested his head on a broad shoulder.

 

“Hyne, I can't believe you're mine,” Seifer spoke after some time, his voice a bit raspy, almost in the husky manner he carried when aroused.

 

Blue eyes searched the morning sky beyond the window above their bed for a moment. “I thought we decided none of it made any sense, none of it is supposed to be believable.”

 

Seifer tightened his hold, all too aware that his strength could crush the smaller man. “But it's you Leonhart, of all the people in this world to… make me feel this way.”

 

Shrugging, Squall dismissed it. It didn't matter anymore, not for them. There really was no plausible explanation they could give the world or themselves. It was only what they felt, something so strong that even he, the supposed ice prince, could not deny the feeling. It wasn't something he could hide like all his other emotions. Whether he'd broken down on that one day when Seifer had first kissed him, assaulted him was more like it, he would have eventually found himself swept up and carried along. It would have found a way to manifest. There was no stopping such a strong attraction to each other, so overwhelming that after fourteen years of fighting, they were swapping spit not two days after the ex-knight's return.

 

“I have to talk to Irvine today,” Squall stated when the thought entered his head.

 

Seifer stiffened, nearly jumping at the comment. “Why?” he ground out after realizing he hadn't been found out.

 

“Why?” Squall returned with incredulity.

 

“Let the cowboy suffer, he tried to rape you, remember?” the blond shot with malice.

 

Frowning, Squall shifted his head against the knight's shoulder. “He kissed me, it was nothing.”

 

“You weren't so easy going about it when it happened,” Seifer pointed out, none too happy that Squall seemed okay with it now.

 

Squall couldn't help a small smile at the knight's protective nature. Pressing his lips to the man's neck, he trailed a few light kisses along the throat and shoulder. “I was shocked. I don't deal well with surprises, especially those kinds. He thinks I'm using you because I need to,” there was an embarrassed hesitation, “be with another man, and that I didn't want to use a friend.”

 

Seifer scoffed at the ridiculous notion. “That's what hookers are for,” he pointed out. The gunman had shitty reasoning skills to have come to such a conclusion.

 

“He should know the truth.”

 

With mild surprise, Seifer questioned, “You want to give everyone updates on how serious we are? I thought they just needed to know we were having hot steamy sex.”

 

Leaving the matter for another time, Squall changed the subject. “I need a shower.”

 

“What a coincidence, so do I. It would be irresponsible not to save water and just take one together.”

 

With a dry scoff, Squall pointed out, “Our showers take about four times as long as when we do it separately.”

 

“That's cause you keep picking the soap up when I drop it,” Seifer countered with innocent blame. “Come on princess, either you agree or I carry you there and screw you anyway.”

 

“Whatever,” Squall said evenly, masking any feeling one way or the other on the matter.

 

“You'll pay for that. That's the one word that should not exist.”

 

Seifer was too easy to goad at times. “You're too easy,” Squall whispered before tonguing the blond's ear.

 

Groaning at the wet appendage, Seifer ran his hands up and down the soft skin of Squall's back. “Keep that up and we won't be making it to the bathroom,” he reprimanded.

 

“Then we'd better hurry,” Squall warned with a rocking of his hips.

 

 

 

TBC…

 

A/N I actually planned on having a whole other event be included in this chapter, but the scene between Seifer and Squall just sort of grew too big. So I guess it's one big smutty chapter, with a little bit of plot with Irvine. Let's see, there is the press conference coming up, Selphie has to find herself a man, and poor Irvine just has to junction the guardian forces long enough to forget about that last few weeks. I also have a lot more in store with Laguna, and for the festival, Cid and Edea will be entering the show. And of course Rui, who I couldn't just leave out of it all, he's one of very few original characters after all. Well, anyway, thank you all for the awesome reviews! I tried to update faster as implied by the whole receiving more reviews thing! ^_^