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Chapter Twenty

The Control Room

 

Squall blushed furiously as Quistis squeezed him with squealing enthusiasm. The Head Instructor seemed to have temporarily forgotten herself in her excitement, a reaction that was not wholly unwarranted if she'd been truly pining for the position. Still, Squall hadn't been expecting it.

 

Coughing to hide his discomfort, the Commander spoke tersely, “So, am I to assume you're accepting the position?”

 

Reeling back, keeping the pale brunet at arms length, Quistis gave him a comical look of incredulity past her wire-rimmed glasses. “Are you kidding?” she cried jovially. “Of course!”

 

It was impossible for Squall not to smile. He chuckled when the older girl seemed to settle a bit and realize his office doors were open, and that a tall blond knight was standing in the doorway with a mixture of jealousy and amusement in jade green eyes.

 

“So,” Seifer remarked in his smooth baritone voice, “It's Headmistress Trepe now?”

 

Heaving a deep sigh, Quistis' only betrayal of excited joy was in her facial features, her lips unable to remain in anything but a smile. She said, “I guess I am.”

 

Locking eyes with the storm blue irises of her Commander, Quistis was reminded all over again of why she loved this young man and just how wonderful he could truly be. His moments of forthright care for all of them were so rare that she often forgot that behind his icy exterior was the warm heart of a lion.

 

“Starting next semester,” Squall spoke evenly as reminder, “I'll have all my files sent here, most of them are in my apartment.”

 

“For the new curriculum,” Quistis stated in part question.

 

The brunet gave a nod of affirmation.

 

Seifer seemed to have moved beyond the congratulatory stage, missing it entirely, and simply asked the questions he was interested in. “Is this still your office Leonhart?”

 

Rolling his eyes, Squall folded his arms. “No,” he answered, more to Quistis than his pointedly unenthused boyfriend.

 

“But,” the new Headmistress protested before being silenced by an upraised hand from the Commander.

 

“This was Cid's office as Headmaster, now it's yours.”

 

Quistis bit her lip as her face contorted in a struggle not to cry. Her eyes were tearing up, and she cursed that she was becoming so emotional about it.

 

Squall watched her with growing guilt. For so long he'd kept two offices alone, entirely unawares to his former instructors desires. How blind he'd been, driven by work. His life would have been made easier if he'd done this months ago, yet he hadn't. He'd thought it wrong to even consider placing such a heavy burden on Quistis' shoulders, all the while over looking that to her it wouldn't have been a burden in the least.

 

The fact that the Head Instructor wouldn't find being Headmistress a burden, whereas he did, made her all the more qualified for the role.

 

**

 

With intense emotions nearly palpable in the air, though incongruent to the impassive game faces both fighters carried, Squall and Seifer sparred.

 

Lionheart's bright blade seemed to glow as if a visible beacon of the warrior wielding it, the neon blue never wavering in its illumination.

 

Squall's initial thoughts to further question the blond's serious wishes on their previous dispute dissipated in light of his own love of fighting and the distant battle cries of Shiva.

 

Sadly, he would not be using his Guardian Force, not against Seifer.

 

Seifer could hardly contain himself as he watched that beautifully lithe body dive in avoidance of a harsh swiping swing from Hyperion, rolling in only a manner that Squall could make graceful. The sharpness in those fierce gray eyes sent shivers through his body, and began to direct blood flow to his groin. Just knowing that this fierce lion was the very same sultry kitten that writhed in pleasure beneath him each night did wonders to dispel any doubts over the icy wall that currently betrayed no hint of his lover.

 

Working up a sweat, the two carried on for some time, panting before long.

 

Officially, there wasn't anything riding on this match. Unofficially, it had begun directly after an argument over kinking their sex life up a bit.

 

In all honesty, Seifer, who was pro perversions of all sorts, could die a happy man with the way things were. He could live ten lifetimes and never tire of making love to the beautiful young Commander, sine sex toys. Certainly, twenty years from now, Squall would not necessarily be so youthful and sinfully attractive, but neither would he. Though, if Loire was anything to go by, then Squall would remain hot forever.

 

The ex-knight's arousal did not escape Squall's attention. Seeing the hardening bulge became something of a distraction, his eyes continuously drawn to it.

 

“See something you like Leonhart?” Seifer asked in a would-be mocking tone, had it not come out so huskily.

 

Squall swung his gunblade forward, locking in a stagnant force of blade against blade, each struggling to push the other back.

 

Though Squall had gained back a scarce few pounds, it wasn't nearly enough to account for the change in vigor. Seifer's well-kept pet was apparently as good as new, surprising him with such solid resistance. He might have been bigger and stronger, but Leonhart was the most stubborn creature alive, backed up by sheer force of will.

 

Squall licked his lips, not chancing a glance down to the knight's prominent package. The brunet smirked at the momentary look of triumph in green eyes, eyes that were becoming mixed with lust despite being in the middle of a fight. “I can go on for hours, but how much longer can you wait to fuck me?”

 

Seifer gulped, victory over drawing his lover's attention gone. The choice word of `fuck' was a rarity in the delicate brunet's vocabulary. It seemed to flow through him, setting his blood on fire.

 

Exhaling audibly, Seifer's shortness of breath no longer came form his excessive workout. “Not nearly long enough,” the blond admitted, knowing of his partner's preference to copulate within closed quarters only.

 

Another wracking trill of pleasure went through the broad knight's body as stormy eyes scanned the area and the opposing pressure lessened. He loved how attentive the brunet was to his every need for release, which was quite frequent given the candy his eyes were constantly watching and the fact that he was only nineteen, a few days from twenty.

 

Nibbling on his lower lip, Squall debated with his inner angel and demon. He'd be hard put to turn the knight down, strictly enforcing his preference to keep their promiscuity away from all prying eyes. Yet, the locker room was nearby, and it wouldn't be the first time. Though, that had been the exact place he used as an example not to have sex in.

 

As it was, the Training Center was empty, so far as searching gray eyes could tell anyway. There were no classes this week, the winter holiday starting that very Monday. In light of Selphie's various festival activities, it would be unusual for cadets to be drawn to extra training. Though given that he and Seifer were there night and day as cadets, it would not be surprising to find a few senior cadets training with dedication.

 

Squall's indecision, which had only lasted a few moments, was apparently too long. While the Commander's focus was torn between scanning the thick foliage of the deeper reaches they'd stumbled into during their spar, Seifer tackled the smaller man.

 

With a painful thud, Squall was stunned to find himself pinned beneath the blond knight.

 

“Seifer,” he reprimanded harshly, not even certain the locker room was private enough, let alone the middle of the Training Center.

 

“Fuck it,” Seifer groaned, attacking the brunet's slender neck.

 

Squall rarely found fault in have such sensitive erogenous areas all over his body. However, as he moaned softly and arched to press more fully against the body above himself, he silently cursed such reactions.

 

“That's it,” Seifer encouraged, loving to hear the brunet moan and whimper in utter ecstasy.

 

Chest heaving, partially from the spar that had continued for a good hour, Squall fought against his more carnal instincts. “Seifer, not here… too… too… ah, Hyne,” he ended with exhaling simper over the knight's continued ministrations near his ear.

 

Considering the blond hadn't touched the Commander in such sexually demanding ways since the previous day, it felt like an eternity. Breakfast with Loire had woken them early and each event that followed, including another attempt by Rinoa to deliver the message from Caraway, had proved quite distracting.

 

Undulating in slow rocks, Seifer rubbed his hardening length against the firm body beneath him. It was painfully constricting to still be wearing his jeans, wanting nothing more than to be thrusting into the responsive brunet he was holding down now.

 

“Seifer,” Squall gasped out, surprised to feel just how ready the blond was.

 

“I want you Squall, Hyne I want to fuck you right now,” the ex-knight rasped as he took a silky earlobe between his teeth and teased it.

 

Biting his lip harshly to keep from crying out, Squall decided that if Seifer was this aroused, then it would be a quickie. Licking the abused flesh before mastering himself, the lusting Commander responded in a hushed voice, “Take me, but make it quick.”

 

“A true romantic,” Seifer retorted, though he was none too put off by the idea of making it just about finding release.

 

As the ex-knight started to push the thin material of his white shirt up, Squall stayed the attempt. “No,” he asserted.

 

Seifer nearly came in his pants upon watching the limber fighter demonstrate just how this would be done. Deft fingers unbuckled a total of two belts at the waist of tight leather pants. Rocking back, Squall slid the material down, pushing both pants and briefs to bent knees.

 

With the aid of two hands gripping behind his knees, Squall pulled his legs to his chest. Pants at his ankles now, he exposed himself for the blond's pleasure.

 

Seifer did his best, thinking of the least erotic images, but found that nothing could keep his mind from becoming consumed at the sight of that puckered entrance exposed for his leaking cock to plunge into.

 

It was almost torturous to then have to fumble with the only lubrication on hand, a potion, and prepare that tight entrance for his engorged member. It was a task nearly unaccomplished. The only reprieve he found was in freeing his penis so that it had nothing to rub against.

 

Squall was still so tight that the knight found he always had to start with a single finger, unable fit not more unless he'd already fucked the ass an hour or so before.

 

The prostrated brunet was becoming quite aroused as well, the feel of the knight's probing finger setting him off. And, against all Squall's better judgment, it was something of a devious turn on to be so exposed with the threat of being caught.

 

Thrashing his head from side to side, the brunet suppressed the deep urge to moan unrestrained. “Just put it in,” Squall requested impatiently.

 

“You're too tight baby,” the blond groaned in exasperation. “Maybe I'm just too big,” he added arrogantly.

 

“I like it that way,” Squall sighed, now feeling two fingers press inside of him. It felt so good to be filled to the brink, overwhelmed by the initial pain and then complete ecstasy.

 

The ex-knight knew exactly what Squall liked, but that didn't mean he gave it to the smaller man every time. “It hurts you,” Seifer placated, sensing that his anxious sex demon crave to be filled at that very moment.

 

“Please,” Squall half whimpered when the blond raked over his prostate gland.

 

Seifer didn't need to be asked a third time. Without further preparation, such an entry would be painful even with liberal amounts of potion. The potion was thin as water, not even making for a good lubricant unless mixed with massage oil.

 

But, Squally-boy was no virgin anymore, having been taken countless times since their first night together only a month ago.

 

Coating his rock hard length, Seifer slowly pressed the mushroomed head against the brunet's small entrance.

 

“Just push it all in,” Squall spoke with hitching anticipation.

 

“You're such a masochist,” the blond stated, still intent on entering slowly.

 

Green eyes became transfixed with the sight of his swollen red organ slipping into the gripping depths of Squall's ass. Once the head was in, he could already feel the tight resistance, but knew he needn't guide himself further with the aide of his hands. Placing his hands at the back of Squall's knees, he took over for keeping them pressed back. He was a little surprised at just how far he was able to push the younger man's legs back, never having tried it to such an extreme before, never needing to in order to gain better access.

 

“Sweet Hyne, you're gorgeous,” the ex-knight muttered as he gazed down at the brunet. Delicate features were drawn in a mixture of struggling patience and panting desire. Those pout lips were parted to take shallow breaths, while glimmering blue eyes seemed dazed with lust from behind nearly closed lids.

 

Too flustered to feel embarrassed, Squall did not blush at the comment. Though, he did whisper for the knight to shut up. How easily the tables turned. One moment, Seifer seemed unable to wait, and now he couldn't possibly spend another second without the ex-knight buried inside of him.

 

With a sigh of regret, Seifer pulled out. Just as the disturbed brunet was about to ask what he was doing, he carefully situated himself between Squall's legs. Instead of pressing as close as possible, he was now positioned with lithe legs wrapped around his waist. His regret was over having to hurt the pale Commander.

 

Without further speech, Seifer carefully pushed back in. When he was nearly as far as he'd gotten before, he thrust in the rest of the way.

 

“Nnh!” Squall stifled his anguished cry, biting down on his knuckle. It burned, searing pain that split him in twine. Chest heaving, a soft moan like whimper escaping every so often, the stormy eyed gunbladist rode the pain out.

 

A little angry, Seifer found he was able to frown even amidst the mind-blowing pleasure of being buried in delicious heat. “This what you wanted?” he chastised, reaching out to smooth choppy bangs from Squall's damp forehead.

 

While every innate sense screamed at Squall, telling him that anything painful was not logically pleasurable, he found himself loving every second that transpired with the blond inside him. It was as if his mind were separate from his body and heart, telling him it was like holding his hand over the fire for too long. Yet, his body would not squirm away, and his heart pounded madly within his chest.

 

“Yes,” Squall hissed in reply, truly loving it. This was exactly what he wanted.

 

“Fuck, you really are a little masochist, aren't you,” Seifer chuckled, somehow finding that quality entirely arousing and endearing. He was by no means the most well endowed man in existence. He'd read a few records in some shady magazines and seen more than a couple porn flicks to know. But, he was well hung, unable to imagine what Leonhart must feel at having his fully erect penis penetrating that tiny hole.

 

Before the blond could ask if Squall was adjusted, the brunet gyrated against him, bucking to begin the real fun.

 

By nature, despite public image, Seifer was not a cruel man. While Squall might be fully able to handle the pain, he was not inclined to give it. Sadism was not one of the many interesting characteristics of his dynamic personality. But, he was horny as hell and Squall seemed to want it hard.

 

Pulling out a bit, Seifer slammed back in, finding that his own pleasure did a lot to squash any further guilt. He wondered if there was some sort of butt clenching exercise Squall must be doing, unable to comprehend how tight the younger man could be each time.

 

“Seifer!” Squall called out without restraint, realizing too late that he needed to keep his voice down.

 

“Yes,” Seifer answered encouragingly, intoxicated by the sound of Squall's voice during sex.

 

Gasping as the knight thrust into him, Squall clamped a hand over his mouth.

 

Seifer noticed the brunet's attempts at silence and felt compelled to make it a challenge for the enticing man. Gripping slim hips, he repeatedly pushed in hard, demanding thrusts. He pushed his cock as deep as it could go, determined to bury it deeper with each forceful entry.

 

A whole new sort of workout ensued. Mingled with panting gasps was the sound of their joining flesh, the slapping of Seifer's hips against smooth cheeks as he rutted with animalistic fervor.

 

Squall was desperate to keep his silence, stifling each moan as it dared to drift past parted lips. He could feel the scorching heat between them, feeling the sting of his skin as each slapping thrust was like a reprimanding spank.

 

Seifer was close, each furious thrust bringing him closer.

 

Too afraid to let lose any words, for fear that he'd start to cry out and moan, Squall squeezed his legs tighter around the knight's waist. He urged the blond to go harder.

 

Seifer nearly growled at the insistent tightening of legs, feeling muscles that the brunet didn't mean to use clamp around his cock. If Squall wanted him to come too soon, then the brunet had better keep it up, however, he intended to last a little longer. So, to stop Squall's attempts, the blond complied.

 

Thrusting so hard that he had to keep his hands gripping shapely hips with crushing force, he pounded into that lithe body. It was too much, too perfect. “Touch yourself,” he grunted, unable to lose either of his hands, since they were the only thing keeping that light framed body in place.

 

The world melted away for Squall. Forgetting that he needed to keep quiet, forgetting that they could be caught, forgetting that he had a tiring agenda of new problems, he arched wildly and bucked as best he could against the tanned knight.

 

Barely hearing to blond's words, Squall reached out and began to stroke himself. They were long strokes at first, swirling precum around for lubrication, and then fast strokes to coincide with the blond's thrusts.

 

Throwing his head back, Seifer grunted as he gave a few final thrusts and ejaculated warm liquid within the sinful depths of that gripping entrance. As Squall spurt ribbons of cum shortly after his own climax, crying out a garbled mixture of his name and what he considered a vocalization of true ecstasy, he felt clamping walls milk him to the very last drop.

 

Collapsing, Seifer pinned Squall against the hard ground, knowing it was probably uncomfortable for the smaller man.

 

Gentle fingers raked through damp blond hair, brushing golden strands back from their unkempt placement. For the moment, Squall was too spent and sated to care that their prolonged exposure made the window of opportunity for being caught wider.

 

Seifer felt the usual surge of emotions, his heart filled with so many feelings that he felt he'd either burst or begin to cry. Considering he didn't cry, he feared that one day he might just die from it. In a reversal of their usual post sex positions, he remained against Squall's chest, giving a loving bite to the elegant curve of the boy's neck and shoulder.

 

The feel of delicate fingers in his hair was soothing. His muscles were a little sore. Sparring and screwing were two of the most taxing activities, especially when done one right after the other.

 

With great reluctance, Seifer shifted his weight, pulling out of the warm body below. The soft exhale of longing that escaped the pretty Commander let him know that he wasn't the only one regretting the end of their joining.

 

They both needed a shower. Squall was sticky with both sweat and semen, having come over his stomach, which in turn meant he needed a clean shirt.

 

The brunet raised his right hand, his left still stroking Seifer's hair. Tentatively, he licked his own seed.

 

It was a moment before Seifer caught sight of the arousing display. Oblivious, Leonhart was lapping away at the sticky white release as if it wouldn't give any man an immediate hard on. Swallowing thickly, Seifer asked, “What are you doing?”

 

Frowning at having to answer the obvious, Squall replied, “Just tasting. It's better warm.”

 

“Fuck,” Seifer breathed out, following it with a groan when the brunet continued.

 

Quirking a brow at the knight's curse, Squall ceased his actions. “Something wrong?”

 

“No,” the blond assured mockingly. “Not if you intend to give me another erection.”

 

Propping himself up, Seifer hovered over the pale beauty. Dipping down, he captured pliant lips, slipping his tongue inside Squall's mouth upon admittance. He tasted Squall, ambivalent about the unique bitter sweetness of his lover's seed, knowing he'd loath such a taste if it weren't from Squall.

 

When Seifer pulled back, he gazed into stormy blue eyes, relishing the moment of silence and after glow of having an orgasm. “I love you,” he whispered before initiating another kiss.

 

Squall smiled into the kiss, drawing the blond's curiosity and making the man pull away once more. As questioning green eyes looked at him, he simply smiled. He found great joy in hearing those words, knowing each time they were spoken it was sincere. And, for the first time, he began to feel almost proud that he could return the sentiment, no longer embarrassed to admit his attachment. “I love you too,” Squall said, knowing the knight hadn't been expecting him to say it.

 

For a very brief moment, Seifer thought he would indeed cry, but as the moment passed he found that his heart only skipped a beat and that his eyes did not water. How was it possible to feel so much for one person? How could his life be so dependent on having Squall in it?

 

Overcome with the demand for some expression of what he felt, deeper than the voicing of love that seemed to fall miles short, he crushed his lips to Squall's. With bruising force, he ravished the younger man, seeking to plunder the brunet's mouth with his tongue in a similar manner as he'd plundered that tight ass with his cock.

 

Before long, they were both consumed by the act. Seifer was becoming hard again, his softened length no longer inside Squall but constantly rubbing against the brunet.

 

Squall gazed upwards in a daze of lust. A wet trail of saliva trickled down his chin as he panted for air. He registered that Seifer's penis was well on its way to becoming hard again.

 

“I can make it to the showers,” Seifer said, more a suggestion of where they would do it next than a request that they'd do it so soon at all. Squall's appetite for sex was nearly as veracious as his. The only thing keeping it down was the impassive attitude and oblivious nature to many of his subtle attempts at seduction.

 

A small nod from Squall conceded their next destination and the next activity on their agenda for the day.

 

As the sore pain of being taken so roughly set in, Squall made slightly sluggish work of clambering to his feet and pulling his pants back up.

 

**

 

Selphie grinned like a mad fiend, hopping from foot to foot and nearly shrieking in delight.

 

Perhaps this was why she and Irvine were so good together. While she didn't own any erotica books or videos, she wasn't the least bit turned off by it. If Irvine were to invite her over for a nice dinner and viewing of his favorite porn, then she'd be all in. It was certainly intriguing and entertaining to watch someone express their most intimate and base desires.

 

However, what made her moment in the control room so delicious was that the show she watched was uncensored, completely true, and had two of the hottest performers alive.

 

She couldn't even begin to estimate the lucky odds of ambling to the Training Center and chancing upon this.

 

“And they'll never know!” she rejoiced. The only embarrassing part about spying on Squall and Seifer was them finding out.

 

Rui crouched in the corner with his eyes squeezed shut and ears plugged, even though there was no sound from the security cameras. He chanted over and over, “I'm too young for this, this is wrong.”

 

“Oh lighten up,” Selphie chastised, slipping into a seat beside a rather affronted looking senior cadet.

 

“Instructor Tilmitt,” the seventeen-year-old cadet said with alarm, eyes wide in horror.

 

Gleaming green eyes tore from one of the small square screens that depicted Squall on his back and Seifer pinning him. She wondered just how far they'd take it, knowing Squall would hardly agree to anything beyond second base. Even if there were no tapes recording, and usually never anyone monitoring the cameras, Squall wasn't likely to forget that there were indeed cameras. Although, the Commander tended to do a lot of less than responsible things around Seifer, the ex-knight's influence no doubt.

 

The view was distant, not exactly showing much detail, but enough to make the actions unmistakable.

 

“What's your name?” she asked gaily.

 

“Benny York,” the cadet replied, casting frantic gazes from the screen to the excited instructor. He had no idea what to do.

 

“You're lucky I came in here, I almost didn't give Rui another tour today.”

 

From the corner, Rui piped in, “I know this place like the back of my hand, I don't need any more tours.”

 

“Thought you had your ears plugged,” Selphie retorted, never deterred when the dark haired boy expressed his wishes to run away from her.

 

“They are,” Rui shot back, sulking.

 

“So, Benny,” Selphie began, “What do you think about the Commander being with another man?”

 

Bristling indignantly, Benny straightened in his seat. “I don't approve at all,” he spoke evenly. He was one of few cadets willing to speak openly about his disapproval over the matter. Most others kept silent, still too enraptured in the glory of winning the war to admittedly denounce their once fearless Commander. Though, truthfully, he found he'd lost no respect for the Commander, especially after watching him fight just now.

 

Dejectedly, Selphie let her shoulders drop. Her eyes flickered to the screen, a gasp escaping as she watched Squall begin to unbuckle his belts. “Screw second base!” she shouted in glee, realizing she might indeed witness something for adults only. “Rui, stay in the corner, you are too young.”

 

“Instructor,” Benny protested, completely confused and miffed at her excitement.

 

“Benny, what year are you?”

 

“I'm a senior ma'am, I take my field exam this spring.”

 

Laughing, Selphie took a moment to collect herself. Sobering, she regarded him with a stern expression. “I'll ask you what you think about their relationship after we've watched a little more,” she said.

 

“Instructor Tilmitt!” Benny cried incredulously, now looking at the screen once more to find that his Commander had those tight leather pants down around his ankles, and Ultimecia's knight was… “Holy Hyne,” he muttered in disbelief. He'd thought it would be an easy holiday job, monitoring the control room and making sure no cadets were injured during training.

 

“I'm ordering you to watch,” Selphie said sternly, knowing that no teenage boy could possibly watch Squall have sex and not have a monumental change of opinion.

 

“Instructor?!”

 

“You can't do that,” Rui chimed, accidentally seeing the screen while speaking over his shoulder.

 

“I certainly can,” the copper haired woman giggled. There weren't nearly enough boys in her fan club for Squall, most of the male cadets far too afraid to openly express anything boarding on attraction for the Commander. She had to start making recruitments, and who better to start with than those who were on the opposite end of the spectrum?

 

As a precaution, she offered the cadet her sweatshirt, much to his confusion.

 

“This thing got sound?” she questioned hopefully.

 

“Y-yeah,” the brown sandy blond senior said with trepidation.

 

“Well, turn it on,” she commanded.

 

`I like it that way,' came Squall's voice, most definitely not in a manner any of them had the pleasure of hearing before, except her that one time she'd heard the Commander in the shower with Seifer.

 

Grinning impishly, Selphie sat on the edge of her seat. Benny suddenly seemed to realize what the sweatshirt for, subtly placing it in his lap.

 

“I wish it were in color,” Selphie pouted, leaning even closer. “Hey, Rui, lock the door,” she called out.

 

Eyes shut and ears plugged, Rui attempted to walk through the room in such a manner, finding he hit the wall too often. He opened his dark brown eyes, but kept them averted, knowing he'd never be able to look Commander Leonhart in the eye again if he saw anything more. He quite liked working along side the older boy, and didn't need embarrassing images flashing each time they talked.

 

With the door locked, Rui pined over his predicament. He questioned Selphie's sanity, wondering how she seemed to love every little thing a million times more than normal people. His holiday was looking bleak, what with Marlboro man suddenly glaring at him all the time, as though sending death threats, and being forced to work with the bouncy instructor on festival crap each day.

 

Some days, he felt as though enrolling at Balamb Garden was simply the lesser of two evils.

 

Selphie found that the audio was far more intense than the video. With Seifer hunched over Squall like he was, there wasn't much to see, not even the knight's butt. It was the little devil in Selphie that initially used her authority on Benny, even if it was abusive in every way.

 

It wasn't just hard for Squall and Seifer to come to terms with the disapproval their relationship was receiving. Sometimes, she found herself becoming angry with no one in particular, finding injustice over made up scenarios involving someone affirming their negative views on the Commander.

 

It was tough to watch Squall work so hard all the time and still slowly fall from grace, simply for falling in love.

 

After a few minutes, Selphie reached out and put her hand over the screen. “You can go,” she said. Aside from some frisking, Benny was not witness to any actual intercourse, which was pretty much where she absolutely had to draw the line.

 

Blushing furiously, the cadet scrambled to leave. A tirade of emotions swam within him, from shame and horror to intrigue and arousal. He couldn't rightly say that no two males should ever find one another attractive and not be a hypocrite. He wondered if this was some twisted lesson.

 

Would he be court marshaled for seeing his Commander like that?

 

 

TBC…

 

A/N That was terribly sexually charged. It might be surprising for Selphie's character, but consider it her endorphin rush over the festival, driving her to even greater extremes than usual. Hahah, poor Benny, random character… I'll give him a little resolution in the next chapter. Next chapter will involve more with Irvine and Selphie, while also not leaving behind too many of the other issues I have yet to address.