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Chapter Thirteen

Just Another Day at the Office

 

Squall sighed heavily. Rubbing his eyes he felt the sting of his dryness being washed away by tears. With no one to watch, he lowered his head to rest on folded arms and kept his eyes closed for a few moments extra.

 

Dollet was claiming damages from the missile. Not wanting Esthar to get involved, Balamb had taken the rap. Though far from losing funding to keep Garden running, times were not good. With little confrontation there were very few opportunities and requests for SeeD.

 

It didn't help that Galbadia's new Commander Zephlar had taken a particular disliking to him in recent weeks. He'd waited too long to defend Seifer's presence at Balamb Garden. Zephlar and Martine were both slowly backing out of their end in rebuilding Trabia. The northern-stationed Garden that had been tragically decimated was nearly finished. It had been the combined effort of both remaining Gardens that made it possible to research ancient technology and create a new version that was just as capable as the old.

 

Now, Balamb was carrying the brunt of the weight. It was a personal attack, a slap in the face, a challenge. Galbadia wanted him to fail miserably, even if it meant making his job twice as hard in order to instigate his downfall.

 

He'd become too personal in his work, which was proving to supply enough ammo to outshine whatever good graces he'd fallen into by assisting in saving the world. He couldn't stand to slow work in Trabia, since it was Selphie's Christmas present. He couldn't tell Dollet's recently elected governor about his involvement and the truth behind the missile attack for his own sake and that of his father's.

 

Regardless of all Quistis' words of advice, he wondered if simply laying it all out on the table would be best. It was not his usual approach, especially when he still felt it was nobody's right to be informed on his personal life.

 

Perhaps this was why he was so confused about where to draw the line between friend and colleague, between work and play.

 

If reporters were supposed to know who he was having sex with and how often, even though it had absolutely no relevance to being Commander or Headmaster, then how was he to know where the line was drawn. Never having friends before was making it all rather fuzzy. Should he address Quistis as instructor Trepe? Should he call Zell by his last name during office hours? It wasn't as though he'd had formal training for this. One day Headmaster Cid had ducked out and named him Commander.

 

All the menial formalities were making peacetime more difficult than war. With no confrontation to focus on, all eyes turned towards far less appropriate matters. Aside from that, what sort of mercenary facility condoned anything relating to public access? It was Norg's doing no doubt, but why had Galbadia and Trabia followed suit and made it a necessary factor?

 

Hyne, he'd asked himself the same questions nearly every day, and it usually boiled down to sheer frustration and hair tugging. Needless to say, he wound up with messy strands of dark brown hair and the beginnings of a migraine.

 

Headaches which were attributed to malnourishment, exhaustion, and stress. That had been Kadowaki's diagnosis anyway. He'd been used to receiving migraines on a daily basis before the war had ended and continuing after. The last few weeks had been free of painful hammering going on in his brain, which was something he'd taken completely for granted.

 

“Sir,” called his secretary's voice over the intercom.

 

Taking a deep breath, he sat up straight before reaching a hand out to press the little gray button on the system. “Yes?” he questioned without emotion.

 

“Aww, you're just darling aren't you?” cooed the older woman's voice.

 

Squall shot an affronted glare at the black speaker on the phone. He bit his lip as he tried to remember the woman's name. Seifer knew it. It was Meyer or Mayor. He'd take a guess, “Ms. Mayor?” he questioned incredulously.

 

“Oh!” came a startled gasp, “I'm so sorry sir! It's your cat. Instructor Trepe dropped some files off for you and left, um, Gabriel here to see you.”

 

Squall couldn't help a small smile at the image of Gabriel riding up in the elevator. Standing up, he decided that even twenty steps of pacing from his desk to the secretary's were slightly relieving of the cramped and holed up feeling he had from being in the office so long.

 

Opening one of the double wooden doors, Squall found an entertained Gabriel pawing away at a keyboard. Once he came into view though, the black cat turned and sat patiently, perched on the corner of the mahogany desk.

 

“I'll take those files,” he said stepping closer.

 

“Certainly,” Alice replied, a little surprised that the Commander had come to retrieve them.

 

Simply glancing at all the files he received, they all looked the same. Though the pages held different words and pertained to entirely unrelated affairs, the piles of papers were clipped together and contained within the same manila folders. A stack of ten or so bound by a rubber band was the next days workload sent up by Quistis.

 

She knew him well enough to guess when he was nearly finished with what he had, a surprising talent on her part, or perhaps just an instructor's intuition.

 

“Thank you,” the brunet replied absently.

 

Alice gave a soft smile behind the Commander's back. Though cold and unsociable, the young man never failed to thank her for everything. He even managed to finally learn her name, which she knew from rumor was a real accomplishment. Her smile widened as the slender boy gave a very subtle pat to his leg, effectively calling for the cat to follow.

 

Gabriel had been watching Squall's movements the whole time and leapt from his position to trot along into the Headmaster's office.

 

An hour later found Squall settling in on the couch in his office. He felt tired. It had been an early morning to once again do his part in the winter festival. The gourmet coffee had been a hit, more so each passing day when every cadet had heard about it. With cookies and pastries from the kitchens, they'd run out fairly quickly. He was actually considering the requests to make a permanent café within the cafeteria. Aside from Selphie's pleas to do so, if it became a luxury that came with a price, then there might be a decent chunk of money involved. He was considering whether or not to draw up a formal plan and discuss it with Quistis.

 

However, all that would be saved for after winter break, which started after next week. For now, it was Selphie's way of being everyone's favorite bouncy instructor. He supposed that getting up before the sun had risen was little consequence compared to someone like Zell, who was stuck decorating the stage in its final process of being completed.

 

Squall jolted back to reality as Gabriel jumped onto his stomach. “What do you want?” he mumbled with annoyance.

 

Yellow eyes just stared at him with interest, a black tail swishing back and forth while hitting his bent legs. He didn't usually take naps in his office. There had been times when he'd been ready to fall over and needed to catch a couple hours sleep, but nothing more.

 

Regardless of his general disapproval of sleeping out in the open, Squall shifted to his side, causing Gabriel to jump to the back of the couch. He doubted anyone would dare enter the office without informing him first, except Seifer.

 

As though blaming his decision to take a quick nap on some concession to the cat's request, he reached out and scratched Gabriel's head before motioning for him to join him.

 

He wondered if Rinoa even remembered the black fur ball. It had been her cat in the first place.

 

Gabriel slowly stepped from the Commander's hips down to the section of the leather couch in front of the lithe man's stomach. Squirming closer, the feline wound up purring against the man's chest while the brunet doted absent pets on his head.

 

Sunlight edged away along the floor. The blinds were open, creating the familiar horizontal slants. Gray-blue eyes watched the floor for a moment before closing.

 

It seemed like a few moments later when he was startled awake by the slamming of a door. Gabriel seemed to have been just as surprised, the hair on his tail spiked out.

 

“Some people like to close doors gently,” Squall muttered darkly as he saw Seifer near the doorway looking rather angry.

 

Seifer glared fiercely at everything in sight until his gaze fell to sleepy eyed brunet. He immediately regretted his abrupt entrance and walked closer with an apologetic air. “Sorry, I didn't know you were sleeping.”

 

“Any particular reason why you're upset?” the brunet questioned.

 

With a grin, Seifer assured, “I'm not upset.”

 

Squall looked up at him sardonically. “Don't make me find the right word for it.”

 

Kneeling down, the ex-knight reached out and grasped slim hips. Pulling the brunet forward more, he then ran his hands along slim thighs, squeezing slightly. When he touched the man's denim clad knees, he pushed them apart and sidled closer. “I'm not upset or angry or pissed off or….” He trailed off as he leaned close and pressed his lips against the brunet's pink ones. They were always warm and soft and especially pliant beneath his own.

 

Squall felt a wave of heat wash over him. It was soft at first, just their lips gently meshing. Like all their interactions, it never stayed gentle for long. Eagerly, he parted his lips and darted his tongue out.

 

Seifer met the searching tongue with his own, directing the tangling of tongues to retreat into Squall's mouth. He could never get enough of tasting Squall's mouth like this, there was an indefinable sweet taste that always seemed to be there.

 

The kiss carried on with lustful fervor, changing pace at times until Seifer sat on the couch with Squall in his lap. The knight's hands found their way up the brunet's plain white t-shirt, caressing warm flesh. Squall had his fingers twined in golden blond hair, anchoring himself in place while Seifer kept leaning forward to delve more deeply into his mouth.

 

When they finally drew apart, taking the time to catch their breath, Seifer admitted, “I was upset before, but now… not so much.”

 

“I see,” Squall commented, feeling exactly what it was Seifer was feeling at the moment. It wasn't agitation that was bulging in the knight's pants.

 

More than anything, the blond wanted to continue making out, but he had scarce self-control when it came to Squall. If he couldn't screw the brunet in the showers of the locker room, he was almost certain that the Headmaster's office was off limits.

 

With care for the aroused Commander's state, he drew Squall flush against his body. He could feel the brunet's erection against his abs, even through the younger man's pants and his grey shirt. His own arousal was no doubt poking the man from beneath.

 

“Were you tired?” Seifer asked while wrapping his arms around the brunet's slender torso.

 

“No,” Squall lied, fidgeting slightly. His boots were uncomfortable when he tried to fold his legs in order to straddle the knight while also pressing their upright forms together.

 

“You're a bad liar,” Seifer chastised. Running an arm down the man's back, he gave a firm grope to the Commander's ass before moving on. Reaching out, he fiddled with the strings on the brunet's boots for a bit.

 

Squall remained compliant, allowing Seifer to clumsily loosen the strings and pull the shoes off him. Once both had fallen to the floor, he scuttled impossible closer and settled against the warm body with comfort.

 

After leaving early that morning, Squall hadn't seen Seifer all day. He'd finally figured out that the knight was continuously dealing with preparations for tomorrow's press conference, doing anything that might help ease the ordeal.

 

Slipping his arms around the tanned man's neck, he relaxed into the hold that was more like a hug. No one would come in unannounced. The only exception was currently beneath him. Without embarrassment, Squall nuzzled the blond's neck and gave a very faint noise of approval over the scent of the man's aftershave.

 

“You're something else, you know that,” Seifer stated with a possessive squeeze.

 

“Whatever,” Squall mumbled with a sulking tone.

 

Rich laughter filled the room, jostling both their forms as Seifer's chest rumbled. “Lighten up Leonhart, it wasn't an insult.”

 

They stayed like that for a while, slowing winding down as the day neared an end. Seifer might have been content, but he was still quite aroused. It wasn't difficult to determine that Squall was in a similar state. Still, it was satisfyingly pleasant to simply sit there.

 

Jade eyes wandered the empty office before spotting a black ball of fur with eyes. “Your cat's staring at me,” Seifer grumbled after a few minutes of staring into yellow eyes. His own eyes were watering with the effort not to blink.

 

“Gabriel,” Squall called out, his voice muffled against Seifer's neck, “stop picking on Seifer.” The command was followed by amused chuckling, which Squall tried to hide valiantly.

 

Green eyes narrowed as the creature turned around and padded across the room towards the window. He felt the rare laughter that fluttered light vibrations against his chest.

 

“You think it's funny?” Seifer said, his voice reflecting the hint of amusement. A laughing Squall was one of the top ten greatest accomplishments in existence.

 

“Surprising,” Squall corrected.

 

“Oh?” he intoned, sliding his hands to prod the brunet's ribs through the thin material of his cotton shirt.

 

“Yeah, surprising that you'd let a cat get the better of you.”

 

While Seifer hadn't abused the various areas where Squall was most sensitive, he liked to exploit them subtly during sex. Now, he went straight for the ribs, immediately causing the brunet to jump and nearly start right off his lap.

 

“Stop,” Squall hissed twisting away from the touch that tickled. When the blond persisted and he gave an involuntary gasp and laugh, he jerked away enough to slump to the side. Leaning further away, he fell onto the cushions and evaded the knight's grasping hands. “Jerk,” he shot in what he hoped was a tone angry enough to stay the larger man's antics.

 

Seifer tutted as he turned to follow the escaping brunet. “You'll have to do better than that.”

 

Though the smaller man sent an icy glare, he remained splayed out on the couch, not protesting as the ex-knight closed the distance he'd put between them. His right leg was still draped across Seifer's lap, but he let it slide to touch the floor as the blond eased over him.

 

Seifer glanced down. He swallowed thickly as all thoughts of tickling the brunet became replaced with far more lecherous ones. It wasn't as though he was an overly hormonal young man, just that Squall always looked so damn fuckable. His head was angled back slightly, so that his bright blue eyes seemed to gaze coyly beneath partially closed lids. Those dark lashes seemed too long for any man.

 

Squall was practically holding his breath while Seifer seemed to stop all movement and forget all previous intentions. He discovered a new meaning to an intense gaze. His body stirred as though being touched.

 

The ex-knight told himself to wait. It was a little after four, there was a good chance that he could convince Squall to duck out early.

 

Blue eyes searched green for a meaning behind the blond's staring. He thought he saw a mixture of lust and adoration, and it sent a shiver through his body. Releasing that breath he'd been holding, he felt the anticipation mount.

 

“Are you worried about tomorrow?” Seifer questions abruptly, the muscles in his jaw clenching noticeably.

 

Squall nearly shook his head just to express his uncertainty on whether he'd heard correctly.

 

“Are you having second thoughts?” the blond followed quickly.

 

“What?”

 

Seeing that the moment teetered on the edge of oblivion, Seifer swept down and captured bowed lips to ignite that flame again. When he felt the brunet's leg hitch higher and entangle with his own, he broke away. “We can keep it a secret, if we're careful.”

 

Brows knit closely, Squall stared with slightly parted lips. “No,” he said softly before reaching up and pulling Seifer back down.

 

Seifer grinned against the brunet's mouth. Pulling back again, he asked, “Does that mean we can do it in your office?”

 

Without actually slapping his forehead, Squall closed his eyes and gave an exasperated expression. “No,” he groaned in response. Upon seeing hopeful green eyes, he added, “But there are other ways.” He ran his hand along Seifer's chest and stomach before cupping the half hardened member trapped in dark blue jeans.

 

“And what other ways are you referring to?” the blond asked with a smirk.

 

“None, if I have to say it,” Squall replied evenly.

 

“Why don't I propose an alternative, and if it's wrong, you can stop me.” Placing a quick kiss to Squall's pout lips, the ex-knight languidly slid his body against the smaller brunet beneath. He came to a halt between the younger man's legs and pointedly stroked the crotch of the Commander's pants.

 

Tensing for a moment, Squall watched every movement the blond made. He could feel a knotted anticipation in his stomach. It grew as he heard the sound of his zipper being undone. He arched back as he felt Seifer reach in without hesitation and draw his hardening length out.

 

Squall tossed his head to the side as he felt the blond's tongue teasingly lick the head of his penis. He was torn between giving himself over completely and some other conflicting feeling at the back of his mind. When his eyes took sight of his empty office and the large double doors that were closed but not locked, he realized where his contingency came from.

 

“Seifer, the doors,” the brunet said once he realized the problem.

 

“Relax,” the blond returned without worry, “No one's gonna come in unannounced.”

 

Squall felt like pointing out that Seifer had already done so, but the confident blond chose that moment to take his hardened member into his mouth. Arching once again, Squall scrunched his eyes shut and brought a fist up to bite on his knuckle and keep from crying out like he wanted to.

 

Seifer was the more unpracticed of the two at the act, but scarcely felt any doubts about whether Squall was enjoying it. For the first time, Seifer found himself mimicking what his younger counter part did.

 

Fingers digging into the armrest, Squall resisted the urge to fist blond strands instead. It was too much to not buck upwards into the wet heat that surrounded him. Hyne, he was falling apart. His teeth dug harshly into the skin of his knuckle.

 

With a firm grip, Seifer pressed slim hips down, keeping Squall in place while he sucked the brunet off. When he increased the tempo the lithe form writhed, forcing him to tighten his hold in order to keep the brunet in place.

 

Climax impending, Squall felt the pressure build several times, but Seifer would teasingly ease off. The blond kept up the cruel antics until he couldn't take it anymore. Removing his hand from his mouth, he gasped, “Sei-fer, p-please-ngh”

 

With such a request, Seifer could not deny the young man anything. Taking the leaking cock into his mouth entirely, he sucked and attempted a shallow swallow.

 

Hips pressed firmly against the cushions, Squall arched off the couch as he clenched up and released his seed in the ex-knight's mouth. His muscles tensed up until it was over.

 

For some reason, Squall felt short of breath and gasped while laying back down. Eyes closed, he felt slightly disoriented. Hyne, that was good.

 

Seifer grinned as he finished up and carefully tucked the brunet's softened member back into his pants. Deciding to take advantage of a hazy brained Commander, he crawled atop the smaller man and began kissing him. He was achingly hard, but was willing to wait until they returned to the apartment, so long as Squall walked in front of him.

 

While Squall was more than satisfied, he didn't want Seifer's ego growing any larger than it already was. “At least you've gotten better,” he murmured against the knight's lips.

 

Seifer broke away to glare at the smirking brunet. “You're a brat, you know that?” He kissed the pretty boy again before adding, “I love you.”

 

“I know,” Squall replied, wrapping his arms around the blond's neck.

 

TBC…

 

A/N Kind of short and without much direction, but it's sort of like the calm before the storm. Well, it's finals week, so you'll have to excuse any length in updating. I'm beyond psyched at the amount of reviews I've been receiving, it's so awesome. The feedback has been wonderful and helpful. Thank you guys so much!