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Chapter Eighteen

Brewing Trouble

 

“I'm trying to watch the news,” Squall mumbled as insistent hands groped his thigh and snuck along the band of his jeans.

 

“And I'm horny,” Seifer whispered against the brunet's ear.

 

“I know,” Squall returned, shifting slightly to rub against the hard bulge pressing against him from behind.

 

The pair sat on the couch in their shared apartment, the TV on and muted. The blond knight reclined with his sultry kitten wedged between his legs. It was quite impossible to have Squall pressed against his chest with that sweet butt right at his groin, chaste as it may have been, and not become aroused.

 

Chuckling darkly, the ex-knight slid his hands along the brunet's lithe torso. The dark fabric of the black sleeveless undershirt bunched up to reveal the creamy skin of Squall's abs.

 

As his left hand found placement at a pale and slender neck, he snatched the remote from the cushions and turned the television off.

 

A small tremor ran through Squall's body as he heard the nearly inaudible click of the TV shutting off. The sound wasn't sexy in the least, but it was indicative of the blond knight's intentions. It was like the rustling of discarded clothing, the clatter of his belts hitting the floor one by one, the sound of buttons being torn from a shirt that wouldn't come off quickly enough, or the thud of boots tossed to the ground haphazardly.

 

Seifer felt the brunet shiver against him, no complaint coming for turning the news off. Tightening his grip on Squall's neck, just enough to remind the trusting kitten that the big bad sorceress knight had him in a very vulnerable position. His point must have been made, for the pulse drumming steadily began to increase, though he had a feeling that the accompanying gasp was more a sound of arousal than fear. There was no instilling fear in this boy, but he could make Squall feel just about everything else.

 

Leaning in, Seifer licked along the length of Squall's neck. Obviously responsive to his advances, the brunet followed his lead and tilted his head to the side. Cradling Squall's head, the blond started with a sensitive ear, teasing the silky lobe, grazing it between his teeth.

 

It wasn't until Seifer began tonguing Squall's ear that elegant fingers grappled to fist the loose material of the knight's pants. As those hands pushed at his thighs for leverage to rub against his groin, the ex-knight nearly stopped and turned the brunet to face him. It was as if the greatest pleasure the Commander could find was his cock buried inside that `screw me into the ground ass'.

 

“I like you in black,” he whispered, his lips pressed right against Squall's ear. “I like you better in nothing.” Licking the shell of the brunet's ear, feeling yet another shutter wrack through that succulent body, he hissed huskily, “I like you best with my dick buried inside your sexy little ass.”

 

Squall's right hand shot up to tangle in silky blond hair, raking his fingers through it and disheveling it from well-mannered placement. Though the brunet craned his head further to the left, it wasn't to shy from the almost ticklish feel of the knight's tongue. “I've never heard a better example of comparatives and superlatives,” he said.

 

Seifer hummed in agreement. Without warning, he slipped his right hand beneath the loose waist of dark denim jeans, sneaking passed the cotton briefs and giving a warm fondling to the brunet's hardening length.

 

“Nnh,” Squall sounded in a stifled moan.

 

As the brunet melted in his arms, Seifer directed Squall to lie down. Spooned against the younger man's back, the blond continued his actions and gave a firm stroke. The protesting hand that grasped the sleeve of his shirt tugged half heartedly to draw him away. He understood the message, that too much at once would cause the brunet to climax right then.

 

“I'll make you come as many times as possible Princess, the night is young,” Seifer assured.

 

“Seifer,” the brunet gasped, eyes closing at the knight's calloused thumb kept a gentle touch while sweeping over the tip of penis.

 

Seifer shifted, settling more atop the brunet than behind. Removing his hand from its torturous pleasure, he slid down that tantalizing body and settled between parted legs. With a deft trick of his hand, those jeans were opened. Pulling the pants down, he gave a firm grope to shapely buttocks.

 

A soft whimper escaped pout lips as the blond laved the head of his penis, teasing him in only a manner Seifer ever could. As the knight kneaded his cheeks, forever obsessed with that particular part of his anatomy, he arched into the touch. Just as wet heat encompassed his cock, probing fingers pressed against his entrance.

 

It was too much all at once. The plunging feel of Seifer's fingers, pushing in and out of him, interlaced with a sort of pain that he'd become a masochist for. The sucking mouth that bobbed on and off his leaking member.

 

Squall tried to spread his legs wider, but his jeans hanging around his thighs stopped him.

 

Seifer slipped his fingers that weren't thrusting in and out of the brunet, to massage neglected balls. He hardly had to worry about bucking hips when the brunet was writhing between two pleasures, unable to find a preferred direction to thrust.

 

As the bittersweet fluid became more prominent, he knew Squall was close. Inserting a third finger, knowing that an imitation of his cock would mean filling that tight hole further, he also attempted that swallowing motion Squall seemed capable of doing so well.

 

“Seifer,” Squall panted, “I'm close.” It was soon, but what did drawing it out matter when he had promises of more.

 

Seifer knew without being told. The simpering moans that followed were only ever given when the brunet had no force of mind to keep back what were, in the younger man's opinion, embarrassing sex sounds. However, that elated voice, short of breath and lusting with carnal need shot straight to his throbbing cock.

 

Instead of grazing the pale young man's sweet spot every so often, he rubbed against the area with each thrust of his fingers. A panting and moaning Squall was the sexiest damn thing in the world. He was nearly ready to come in his pants. He'd never drink again or pick up smoking, and he'd promise to be a good boy if only to live for another eighty years with this writhing brunet.

 

With a cry of the blond knight's name, Squall came. His muscles were so tense as he arched that he feared his back would spasm. However, he didn't move until Seifer had sucked him dry.

 

Collapsing limply against the couch, blue eyes watched as the blond straightened his clothing, dressing him once more. Before he could question what Seifer was doing, knowing full well that the ex-knight was in dire need of a blowjob or quick fuck, the blond looked at him and gave a very subtle shake of the head.

 

Frowning, Squall cast a glance towards the tent in his lover's pants, and then looked back up into stark green eyes.

 

A knock came at the door, startling the brunet a bit. Squall shot a surprised glance toward the small alcove. Turning back to the blond, he asked, “How'd you-”

 

Seifer cut the brunet off with amused chuckling. He was brimming with pride at the moment. “They've been knocking for the past couple of minutes.”

 

A light blush graced Squall's cheeks. He hadn't noticed, slightly too wrapped up in something else.

 

Seifer grinned. “Who needs reassurances when they have you,” he chuckled, entirely endeared by his blushing partners state of lustful unawareness. Crawling atop the smaller man, he kissed those soft lips deeply, sharing the lingering taste of release.

 

“Who is it?” Seifer called out, reluctantly pulling away as more knocking came.

 

“Squall? Are you in there? It's me,” came an all too familiar voice.

 

Seifer went rigid, green eyes narrowing dangerously. What was she doing here? He wondered if Caraway's baby girl knew he didn't discriminate against people he didn't like.

 

“Squall?” Quistis called out, “I out here too. Can we come in?” After a brief pause, the Head Instructor added on, “Are you decent?”

 

“Just finishing up,” Seifer replied, loud enough for the visitors to hear. Following the heavy thud of the blond making contact with the floor was the sulking defense of, “It's the truth.”

 

Giving a glare, Squall tried to look angrier than he felt. However, as he took notice of the handsome knight's impervious grin, he realized it was useless. Crawling from the couch, the brunet joined the older boy on the floor.

 

“You wanna answer the door?” Seifer asked, licking his lips as the sultry brunet literally crawled close and sidled between his legs.

 

“Not really,” Squall whispered.

 

Seifer inhaled deeply, lying right down on the floor, slightly cramped between the couch and coffee table. “I've created a monster,” he hissed as Squall slid that sinful body along top his, focusing on the friction against his hardened cock.

 

With a small smile and a seductive gleam in blue eyes, Squall shot the knight down, “You give yourself too much credit.” He gave a testing roll of his hips, pressed right against the knight's rock hard bulge.

 

When Seifer's head connected with the floor, a deep groan pouring over his lips, he nearly missed the amused smirk his kitten had. Delicious thoughts were brewing in that pretty head.

 

“We'll meet you in the cafeteria!” the blond called out. They always met in the cafeteria, especially when it would be empty.

 

There was a moment before a reply came. It was Quistis. “Five minutes!” she ordered. “You two better be fully dressed and not have your hands down each others pants.”

 

Squall's eyes widened, a little surprised at the Head Instructors words. She sounded sternly reprimanding beneath that light tone. Perhaps keeping their activities within the confines of their apartment, for the most part, didn't make the frequency any less noticeable.

 

**

 

It was a little after eight. The sky was dark and the weather frigid. The cafeteria was empty, the dreary winter weather and prospect of classes the next day drove all cadets back to their dorms early.

 

Rinoa shivered slightly, grateful when her order of a latte with extra sugar came. She smiled at the quaint red haired woman who brought it to her. It wasn't until the woman sat down and Quistis began talking with her that she realized the redhead was more than a waitress.

 

“Are you going to take time for a honeymoon outside of Garden? I mean, you're still working for the festival and all,” Quistis said matter-of-factly.

 

Smiling shyly, Greta shook her head. “I love it here, and I love to bake too. I still have plenty of time with Zell. Next weekend we're going to visit Ma Dincht.”

 

“Does Selphie know?” the blonde instructor questioned warily.

 

“We'll be here for the big night of course,” Greta assured.

 

Confused doe eyes shot back and forth between each woman. “Am I missing something?” Rinoa asked.

 

Crystal blue eyes stared from behind wire-rimmed glasses. Truthfully, Quistis found it easy to forget Rinoa was even there. The raven-haired girl hadn't spent a whole lot of time in Balamb Garden even while dating the Commander and never seemed too keen on knowing the group personally. It wasn't that the younger girl hadn't cared about them, but given that they all had a track record together, Rinoa had always been more interested in the present and future, never the past that didn't include her.

 

“This is Greta Dincht,” Quistis introduced in an almost prideful manner.

 

Rinoa stared, waiting for the punch line.

 

If Quistis didn't feel guilty about her words and actions, she would have been likely to handle the situation just like Seifer. However, she took pity on the younger woman's inability to pick up on her exact words. “Zell's wife,” she added with a raise of eyebrows that asked if she understood now.

 

“Is that a joke?” Rinoa asked, turning to glance at the redhead. Her tone was serious, wondering if she'd missed the punch line again. The older woman was a few years older, a few pounds heavier, and nothing at all like she imagined a war hero marrying. Pretty but not beautiful, and not nearly as hyped up as Zell. Selphie seemed like a good match for Zell, and maybe a really sexy older woman could step in for Irvine.

 

Quistis could tell that Greta wasn't exactly comfortable at the moment. The head chef knew all about Rinoa, and everyone else Zell had ever known. Though the blonde instructor didn't necessarily pick up on it herself, Zell assured her that Greta was far more talkative in more private settings.

 

“They might be young, but I can't say I've seen a better married couple.” Quistis considered the scrutiny Rinoa seemed to be doing and the shy gaze of Garden's head chef towards herself, as if asking what the joke would have been.

 

A slight anger flared within the blonde woman, an emotion she wouldn't have considered harboring during office hours. Reaching out, she squeezed Greta's resting hand. “Zell is like a brother to me. Selphie and I are glad to have our odds evened out, now we're three for three. Without Ellone around, I never experienced having an older sister.” Greta was actually only a couple years older than herself.

 

“Thank you,” Greta said softly, her voice sincere and warm.

 

Rinoa frowned. Was she to assume that Quistis had never considered her like a sister? Hadn't she been practically engaged to Squall? Did that mean Squall wasn't like a brother?

 

“Hey baby!” the spiky haired boxer called from behind the long serving counter, exiting from kitchens.

 

Jogging closer, Zell grinned broadly at his wife, not even noticing the other two ladies until a few steps away. His grin faltered, baby blue eyes staring at Rinoa. It had only been a few weeks since the break up, and prior to that the raven-haired girl hadn't exactly visited him on a daily basis.

 

It was probably a couple months too late to take sides, but for Zell it was then that he reminded himself just whom he'd be rooting for. Squall was his Commander, his friend, and his asocial brother who shook hands instead of hugged.

 

“Hi Zell,” Rinoa greeted with a smile.

 

In that moment, Zell recalled the haggard, exhausted image of the Commander only a few weeks ago. Rinoa had left, pushing Squall to work overtime on top of already working overtime. And here she was smiling as if none of it had ever happened.

 

While Zell wasn't exactly one hundred percent comfortable with Squall and Seifer hooking up, the truth was that Squall never looked better or happier, that is as happy as someone who never smiles can look.

 

“Are you here to see Squall?” the blond boxer asked as evenly as he could, trying to imitate the Commander.

 

Rinoa's smile faltered. If she didn't know any better, she'd say Zell wasn't really glad to see her. “Yeah,” she answered.

 

Zell reached out a hand for his wife. They had plans for a late dinner in their apartment. As Greta stood up, he shot a furtive glance towards the young sorceress. “He's in love with Seifer you know.”

 

“He told you that?” Rinoa questioned harshly, eyes wide in disbelief.

 

Quistis pinched the bridge of her nose, a gesture she swore she'd caught from Squall. At least now she didn't have to subtly find out why the raven-haired girl had shown up.

 

“No, he told me that,” Seifer said, striding closer. His hand was firmly entwined with the Commander's, tugging the reluctant brunet along.

 

“This is our cue babe,” Zell said to Greta.

 

Seifer eyed Zell mischievously, an insult just begging to be spoken aloud. However, the blond knight held his tongue, knowing the drill well enough. “Later Dincht,” he said as the hyper fistfight trotted away, practically hopping circles around the shy red haired chef.

 

Turning to face the Head Instructor, Seifer pulled Squall closer and asked, “Are those two always in here?”

 

“Greta is our head chef. She runs the kitchens, and right now with Selphie's special treats, she's coming in early and leaving later,” Quistis explained. As an afterthought, she added, “And Zell always hung out here.”

 

“Thanks,” Seifer said with a condescending smile, as if to say his question had been rhetorical.

 

“Seifer, don't be an ass,” Squall warned.

 

“Would you ask a fish not to swim?” Seifer questioned, releasing Squall's hand and wrapping an arm around the smaller man. Holding that slender frame close, he regarded the raven-haired woman with a taunting smirk. Squall was his, and he'd flaunt it every chance he could.

 

Huffing indignantly, Rinoa straightened in her seat. How could she have dated such a jerk? Staring at the blond knight, she was forced to remember what the attraction had been. Seifer was absolutely gorgeous in a rugged `I'm a real man' sort of way. Her father had been furious with her for dating Seifer, since the older man wasn't exactly boyfriend material.

 

“Bonsoir,” the ex-knight greeted with a curt nod of his head.

 

“You can be a real jerk sometimes Seifer, you know that?” Rinoa exclaimed with a hurt look.

 

“Relax,” Seifer shot back, “I won't speak in foreign tongues if you promise you're not here to reconcile with my boyfriend.”

 

“Oh grow up. How is Squall your boyfriend? Two men together just doesn't work.”

 

Quistis wondered if it was Rinoa's principles talking or another case of the naïve girl being slow.

 

“I assure you it works quite well,” Seifer said lecherously.

 

“I don't even want to think about it,” Rinoa commented indignantly.

 

As Seifer's eyes sparkled with mischief once more, Squall found that he really didn't feel like stopping the blond knight.

 

“You'd sing a different tune if you knew what a minx he is in the sack. I'm telling you, this sexy ass of his isn't just for show.” Emphasizing his point, he clapped a hand to Squall's butt, letting the noise make his statement.

 

“Squall, are you going to let him talk about you like this?” Rinoa asked incredulously.

 

Squall frowned at the raven-haired sorceress' tone of voice. She made it seem like he was her boyfriend and should rebuke Seifer's words because they'd insulted her. With a small shrug, he pointed out, “It wasn't an insult.”

 

“Squall!” Rinoa cried in disbelief.

 

Seifer laughed, loving how he brought out every side of Squall so well. From the sultry kitten, he'd somehow managed to push the brunet into being impassive in a devious way. It was rich.

 

Quistis stood up, feeling that this really wasn't a conversation that should include her. She did have a few things to say before she left though. “Squall,” she directed her comment, “Tomorrow we're having breakfast at Laguna's apartment, he wants to cook for everyone.” A small smile graced her face at this. “It's at seven, don't be late.”

 

“You don't have to play the go between Quistis, I actually do want Laguna here,” the Commander reassured.

 

“Well, you might want to tell him that.”

 

Squall eyed the blonde instructor keenly. “Give him more credit. He's insecure about it all, but he knows.”

 

Quistis didn't bother to hide her surprise. She gave a nod of acceptance, as if Squall had given her an order. Truthfully, she was proud and unable to suppress her formal nature. Somewhere along the line, Squall had matured just a little bit more. She'd been concerned about the whole father-son relationship, but it seemed like the Commander was handling it just fine, which was shocking given the boy's record for ineptitude with emotional relations.

 

Forgetting herself for a moment, Quistis almost forgot what she was doing. “I wanted to apologize for what I said after the conference. I was just upset, I didn't mean it like it sounded.”

 

“I never thought you did,” Squall returned simply.

 

“Hey, wait a minute. My feelings were really hurt,” Seifer chimed in.

 

Squall cast Seifer a sardonic glare.

 

“Right, never mind,” the knight dismissed. His princess seemed picky about his behavior tonight, letting some things slide and others not.

 

“Seifer,” Quistis turned her attention to blond knight, “Don't pick on Rinoa. Don't say anything you wouldn't in front of Ma Dincht or Matron. And for Hyne's sake, keep your hands off the Commander in public.” She was of course referring to the incident outside of Fred's Diner the day before. She wondered if the ex-knight had waited for the only group of people in the entire town to walk by before pulling the brunet into a kiss that bordered somewhere between soft-core porn and the stuff featured in Irvine's collection of porn films.

 

“You still tripping over that Trepe? I thought you were into voyeurism. If it's a public thing, come by our place later, we can give you a much better show.”

 

Quistis just shook her head, smirking slightly when the ex-knight jumped at the twisting pain of being pinched on the back of the hand by Squall. Turning to the last person present, and the only person seated, she regarded Rinoa evenly. “Rinoa, it may not seem like it right now, but Squall and Seifer are truly better for what they are together.”

 

With the evenly paced click of heels, Quistis walked away.

 

“Can we please talk alone?” Rinoa requested of Squall.

 

Considering the number of times the same request had come up before and just what had happened in the end, Squall didn't even bother glancing to Seifer. “I'm afraid not,” he replied.

 

Seifer smiled arrogantly at the brown eyed pampered princess, who was nothing like his princess.

 

Sitting down, Seifer directed Squall to take the seat opposite Rinoa, figuring it placed the most distance between his lover and the ex-girlfriend. Shuffling his chair closer, he took the brunet's hand in his, though he let shy young man keep it under the table.

 

“My dad's been calling me since Friday,” Rinoa began, realizing she would not be getting her way. “He's furious with me and you. He says it's all my fault, for leaving like that and making the press poke their noses into it.”

 

Seifer scoffed. “Do you want a note or something? Get the Commander to attest that it was over between you two before it even started? Or maybe Caraway wants a different sort of note, the kind that the press can print in the papers, one that says he was on drugs during the press conference and that me `n him aren't actually fucking.”

 

“Do you have to be so crude? I might not be best friend's with my dad, but I don't want you talking about him like you know him.”

 

“Trust me sweetheart, I know his kind,” Seifer returned with contempt.

 

“What does the General want?” Squall interjected before the two took their spat to another level. Rinoa might not stand a chance, but she didn't exactly know just how ruthless Seifer could be. All the war hype gave her the impression that she was as good as any SeeD out there.

 

“He wants you to come and see him,” she replied tentatively.

 

“Then the General can make that request himself,” Squall affirmed.

 

“It's personal though. He wants to talk to you like civilian mannered,” Rinoa bit her lip as she tried to figure the proper phrasing, “Like, not as the Commander, you know?”

 

Squall nodded in understanding. “That's still a request he should make himself, not send you here for.”

 

“Well,” Rinoa continued, “He thought it'd be a good idea if I came to see you again and maybe stuck around.”

 

“Why exactly would the General want that? And what does he have to discuss with me that is a personal matter?”

 

Seifer remained silent, not liking the conversation at all. Daddy's girl was playing at something, he could feel it. Beneath that whole broken home exterior, she was totally smitten with her father, spoiled and doted upon endlessly by the man. Now she was here acting as though she and her father were fighting again, as if she was reluctant to do his bidding. It just didn't seem right.

 

“He wants us to work things out,” Rinoa admitted, “I know what you said last time, and I understand. It's just, he's really angry at me and I thought that if I came here and spent some time with you, he'd back off.”

 

Squall almost laughed. Was this a joke? Just who had the right to interfere in his love life other than himself? With a sigh, he said, “I'd never turn you away.” At the near painful grip on his hand, he cast a glance toward Seifer. The knight appeared far less than enthused about the idea. “It's fine,” he whispered.

 

Frowning, Seifer regarded the raven-haired woman with suspicion. “You staying here doesn't mean you get to see Squall all the time.”

 

Bristling uncomfortably, Rinoa cast her eyes to the table where her forgotten drink sat. “I know,” she mumbled.

 

The acceptance of not seeing Squall came far too easily in Seifer's opinion.

 

“Why does the General want to see me?” Squall asked again.

 

“I don't know, he wouldn't tell me.”

 

“You're lying,” Seifer accused right away.

 

“I'm not!” Rinoa defended angrily.

 

Sighing, Squall figured it had everything to do with him being Commander, but requesting him on an official matter would mean the General couldn't lecture him. “Tell him to contact me himself if he needs something. I don't play fetch for anyone.” Squall was not looking forward to another incident like with Headmaster Martine.

 

“Okay,” Rinoa said dejectedly. After a minute, when it became apparent that the discussion was over and she was going to be left alone, she commented, “You look real good Squall.”

 

“No thanks to you,” Seifer spat.

 

“You too Rinoa. I hope we can work past this.”

 

Smiling up at the pale Commander, Rinoa studied the effeminate features with interest. Squall was a whole other type of handsome. He was a pretty handsome, the sort of man who could easily be mistaken for a woman, and a beautiful one at that. The Commander was eye candy that she'd so enjoyed having her arm entwined with at public functions. He really did look better now, more vibrant than she'd ever seen him. Everything must have started to settle down for him, giving him time for more rest.

 

She'd have to watch what she said about this new relationship. Squall actually seemed to think it was something legitimate, not at all agreeing to her earlier words about it. Still, how could two men be lovers? It just didn't make any sense, how would they have children? They might be able to fool around with each other, but nothing in the long run.

 

 

TBC…

 

A/N So there's some definite mayhem ahead. For some reason, my typos and errors numbers were really high as I read through it again, so I'm almost certain there are some I didn't catch. Please just excuse them for now.