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Chapter Twenty-Two

Secrets and Surprises

 

“What do you think he's hiding?” Seifer questioned as he angrily paced back and forth.

 

While Raijin's brown eyes stared at the floor in thought, Fujin's eye moved back and forth with amusement as she followed the blond's steps.

 

“AFFAIR,” the silver haired woman suggested. She was out for revenge on their posse leader. The ex-knight seemed to have blown them off for the sake of having more rutting time with the Commander.

 

Jade eyes widened in shock. Seifer faltered in his steps, head whipping to stare incredulously at Fujin. “If Leonhart was going to cheat on me, he could do a hell of a lot better than Kinneas,” he growled, hating the knot of anxiousness that suddenly formed in his stomach. Squall was loyal and in love with him. Squall would never cheat on him.

 

“JOKING,” Fujin said, a little sorry that her comment had caused such worry.

 

“Yeah?” Seifer snapped, “Next time I'll suggest Raijin's screwing the milk man.”

 

Fujin just laughed, unable to suppress herself.

 

Seifer grumbled at her reaction as he continued to pace. “Where is he?”

 

“Aren't you supposed to be keeping tabs on him, ya know?” Raijin interjected. Leaning back, he subtly put an arm around the back of the couch, behind Fujin.

 

“I'm the one who stormed out,” the blond pointed out.

 

Raijin snickered, doing his best to stifle it.

 

“It's not funny,” Seifer growled, “He was alone with Kinneas, touching the Cowboy, when he knows how I feel about the womanizer.”

 

“Maybe it really was Commander business,” Fujin said smoothly.

 

Ceasing his strides, Seifer crossed his arms. The movement shifted the plain gray t-shirt as his muscular arms folded in place. “Thanks for joining the conversation,” he commented wryly.

 

“Fu might be right, ya know?” Raijin backed the red-eyed woman up.

 

Shaking his head, Seifer assured, “I know when Leonhart's lying.”

 

“Then maybe there was a good reason for it, ya know?”

 

“Where the hell is he?” Seifer demanded, not listening to Raijin's last remark.

 

Brows furrowed, Raijin turned to Fujin in question. “Does he even know you're here, like with us ya know?”

 

Resuming his pacing, the blond knight grumbled to himself, “He was supposed to follow me and apologize.”

 

Fujin barked with laughter. “DELUSIONAL,” she said, her manner of speech fluctuating in and out as usual.

 

Jade eyes narrowed at the silver haired woman. “I'm going back to the apartment,” the broad formed blond announced, stalking to the door. Before he moved out of sight, he called over his shoulder, “Sorry for dragging you two out of bed.”

 

“Expect the favor returned!” Fujin called out just as the door slid shut.

 

**

 

It was several hours later when Seifer heard the familiar hiss of the door opening. As he sat in the dark, he felt reminded of a similar instance when he'd been waiting for Squall. It was funny how at that time the cowboy was also involved, having taken the Commander into town to confess.

 

“Long walk from the office, or didn't you think I was actually pissed?” Seifer spoke aloud to the quiet apartment.

 

“I thought you needed some time alone,” came the mumbled replied.

 

The only sound Squall made was the thud of his boots as he took them off at the door. Stepping further in, he blinked his eyes and waited for them to adjust to the dimness. It was faint twilight rays that cast scarce illumination, the living room basically set in shadows.

 

Sulking, Seifer crossed his arms, still sitting resolutely. “Being alone only works for you. I'd much prefer to hash it out and maybe throw a few objects.” He waited another beat before outright blowing up again, “What fuck were you doing with Kinneas? He wants to fuck your brains out, and you're conspiring with him as he makes his moves?”

 

Squall walked closer, he stood near the armrest. His eyes were slowly adjusting, better able to see the ex-knight's sitting form. He couldn't lie again, but he also couldn't say what was really going on. His decision needed to be made by him alone, and he hadn't come to a sound conclusion yet.

 

“I suppose the cowboy slipped back in after I left. I'm sure you spent some quality time doing office work together.” The blond turned to regard the standing brunet. Seifer was annoyed by the impassive expression on Squall's face. “Either it was so bad that it took three hours to finish or it was so good you just couldn't get enough.”

 

Squall let the accusations wash over him. The last time the ex-knight had accused him of being with Irvine, he'd punched the blond. Now, he just balled his fists, knowing the creation of this situation was ultimately his fault.

 

“I know about ten women off hand that would pay to sleep with me. Should we even the scores a little Squally-boy? I think I have a fetish for Commanders. Trent was batting her lashes and she looks like a nice piece of ass.”

 

Squall just clenched his jaw, his habitually bitten nails digging into the palm of his hands.

 

“Hey,” Seifer lilted, pushing until he got a rise out of the younger boy, “I forgot that Rinny's in town. I bet it wouldn't take long to seduce her.”

 

That was the breaking point for Squall. In one fell leap, he tackled the blond, pushing the man over. Though the cushions were forgiving of their landing forms, the brunet's fist was not.

 

Seifer managed to stay the second swing. A broad grin showed his elation at riling Squall. He hardly felt the stinging and bruising pain of being hit so squarely on his cheekbone.

 

“You're a bastard,” Squall accused, “I'm not screwing around with Irvine and you know it. If you want to go out and get laid by someone other than me, then do it!”

 

It took Seifer a moment to grapple with struggling arms and calm the kitten down. When he did manage to anchor Squall securely, he felt his anger melt away, seeing the shining glint in hurt grey-blue eyes made him regret what he'd said.

 

“Hey,” he cooed softly, resuming his struggles with the brunet as he tried to pull the younger man down against him.

 

Squall managed to jerk out of Seifer's hold, quickly scrambling from atop the ex-knight. He'd never really thought about breaking up or Seifer losing interest, it just never occurred to him. His heart hurt at the idea that Seifer would go off and sleep with someone else. People who were in love didn't do that.

 

“I'm going to bed,” Squall announced, stalking away.

 

“Wait!” Seifer commanded. “Don't go to bed upset with me,” he said, suddenly wondering how the situation became reversed.

 

“What do you want me to say?” Squall sighed, turning on foot and folding his arms.

 

“I want you to tell me the truth. Don't lie to me when I ask you something and don't ignore me when I'm going out of my mind waiting for you.”

 

Arms uncrossing, Squall's shoulders slumped in defeat. He'd known why Seifer spoke so heatedly, but that hadn't changed the effect those words had. Stepping towards the couch once more, he gave into his want to be near Seifer.

 

Seifer felt as though he were welcoming a wounded puppy. Squall walked to him and didn't hesitate to slide into his lap, straddling him as apologizing arms encircled his neck.

 

“I can't tell you what Irvine and I were discussing,” Squall muttered.

 

“Was it professional?” Seifer queried, trying to keep his voice level.

 

“Yes,” Squall replied. Giving a squeezing hug, he buried his head in the crook of Seifer's neck. It had been a long day, mainly the last couple hours. He's spent his time being morbidly embarrassed all the while fretting over just how angry Seifer really was with him.

 

“That's all I needed to know,” Seifer stated. “No lies,” he added firmly.

 

“No lies,” Squall repeated. He closed his eyes as Seifer's arms wrap around him to return the hug.

 

“So, where were you while supposedly giving me space?”

 

Squall stiffened. “I can't say,” the brunet answered honestly.

 

“What the hell?” Seifer bit out, “Why the secrecy Leonhart? If something's going on, I want to know about it.”

 

“It's not what you think,” Squall assured.

 

“What I think?” Seifer reiterated incredulously. “I think you're having private meetings with Kinneas and then lying to me about. I think you've just gone off for a few hours and won't tell me what you were doing.”

 

“You can't know everything about me,” Squall shot down, raising his head from against the knight and staring into dilated green eyes.

 

“I can fucking try,” Seifer snapped. Hating how most of their time together that day had involved him taking his anger out on the brunet, he bowed his head and pressed it against Squall's shoulder.

 

Squall rolled his eyes at how pathetically susceptible he'd become to the knight. Raising a hand, he raked it through blond strands of hair. “I left the office a little while after you did. You seemed,” he searched for the right phrase, “especially angry, so I figured I'd let you cool down.”

 

“So, where'd you go?” Seifer pressed further.

 

“It's a secret,” Squall said reluctantly.

 

Groaning, Seifer tightened his hold on the brunet's lithe torso.

 

Grudgingly, Squall admitted, “It's more like a surprise.”

 

There was silence. After what felt like five minutes but may have only been a couple, Seifer brought his head back up. “Surprise for what?” the blond asked impishly. Anger dissipated, he was overcome with curiosity. What sort of present would Squall get him?

 

Scoffing, Squall pushed against broad shoulders to ask for release. When the ex-knight held on tighter, he conceded to the hold, but refused to say anything more on the topic.

 

“It wouldn't have anything to do with this coming Sunday would it?”

 

With a small smirk, Squall commented, “I think you're mistaken, the festival's big day is Saturday, you know, on the winter solstice.”

 

“That's debatable my little sex slave. Both days are a part of the solstice,” the blond corrected, suddenly feeling rather excited that Squall had something in mind for his birthday.

 

“Sex slave,” Squall muttered darkly, his distain for the title evident as he leaned close once more and gave a reprimanding nip to the knight's spicy scented neck.

 

“Oh no you don't,” the blond chastise, attempting to pry the brunet off, but finding his attempts were thwarted as Squall became playful and brought both lips and tongue to join the nipping.

 

Giving up, Seifer reclined and soaked up the attention, knowing Squall was trying to distract him and loving every moment of it. He had a wonderful feeling that makeup sex was on the horizon.

 

“I don't suppose you're sorry enough to let me buy you a nurse's uniform,” Seifer prodded. Slouching further on the couch, he brought Squall further up in his lap, their fronts pressed flush against each other.

 

Squall rocked subtly, sensually trailing his lips over the knight's neck, his hands raking across the cotton fabric of the plain gray t-shirt. He could feel the firm muscles beneath, but not the heated flesh. Rectifying this, he reached down to push Seifer's shirt up.

 

“I'm not really sorry,” Squall corrected. Letting his hands splay over Seifer's chest, he leaned down flicked a hardening nipple with his tongue. “I mean,” he corrected again, thinking back, “I'm sorry I lied, but other than that, I didn't do anything.”

 

Seifer groped Squall's butt, roughly pulling the squirming body flush against himself once more. The brunet was forced to aim higher on his body. His shirt remained out of place, but he once again had that sexy body pressed close. “You were with Kinneas alone,” he accused.

 

“That's not a crime,” Squall pointed out. “You're just jealous, which makes me wonder about what my track record means to you.”

 

As Seifer's hands caressed their way under Squall's shirt, smoothing over soft flesh, he tilted his head in question.

 

Squall slowly came to a halt, still his gentle rocking and pulling back from the blond's neck. Cupping the knight's face, feeling the structured curve of Seifer's jaw and the barely there stubble, he let his eyes land on the prominent scar. With his right hand, he smoothed his fingers over the jagged flesh.

 

The brunet wondered if the scar were as sensitive as his own. There really shouldn't have been any cause for sensitivity, but whenever Seifer touched him there it always felt inexplicably good.

 

Leaning closer, Squall pressed his lips to the area between Seifer's eyes. He could tell the ex-knight had shut his eyes, soft lashes fluttering against his chin. Keeping it simple, Squall rested his forehead against the blond's.

 

After a few long moments, Squall spoke, “You are the only person I've ever been with. Maybe I'm not normal, but there has never been anyone else. Why are you so jealous of how other people look at me? If you stopped paying attention to them, you'd notice the way I look at you.”

 

Not daring to move an inch, Seifer kept his eyes closed as Squall's melodious voice washed over him. He loved it when Squall whispered sweet nothings in his ear, openly admitting the inner workings of that vast mind within the privacy of their apartment.

 

“And what way do you look at me?” the blond pushed, giving a testing nudge. He felt his nose nuzzle against Squall's, knowing their lips were a hair's breadth apart.

 

“Like I'm hopelessly in love.” With a taunting lick, Squall darted his tongue out and gave a fleeting swipe to Seifer's lips. “I look at you like I'm becoming a bigger idiot by the hour, spouting off nonsense like this.”

 

Seifer squeezed Squall tightly, smiling madly. “It's not nonsense,” he assured before initiating a kiss.

 

**

 

“Is it a gun cleaning kit?” Seifer asked. When no reply came, he gently rubbed his hand across Squall's bare back.

 

“No,” Squall groaned, burying his head in the pillows. Shifting closer to the wall, he yanked the sheet up higher, covering his back and the rest of his bare form underneath.

 

“You said you'd tell me if I guessed right, right?' Seifer persisted.

 

Squall mumbled an incoherent reply. It was one in the morning, they'd just had sex and he wanted to go to sleep. Seifer would not let the guessing of his present go, and Squall was going to kill him.

 

“Is it…” the ex-knight trailed off in thought, having already guessed all the obvious possibilities. “Squall,” he muttered quietly.

 

No reply came, just the subtle movement of breathing from beneath the sheet.

 

“Are you really sleeping?” Seifer continued, half expecting the brunet to whip around and slug him in the other eye, and then tell him to go to sleep.

 

“Give me another clue,” the knight insisted. Reaching out, he gently shook the curled form.

 

Believing that Squall had indeed fallen asleep, he carefully removed the pillow from atop mussed brown hair. Pulling the sheet, he shimmied closer. Stacking the two pillows up for himself, he lay down and maneuvered Squall to rest against his chest.

 

The pale brunet must have been more tired than he'd initially thought. He couldn't help but wonder if something was really brewing within that sharp mind. Raking his hands through the thick silky strands of Squall's hair, he waited for sleep to come to him.

 

His mind was becoming consumed with what Squall had in store for him. He hadn't really been expecting anything, never quite picturing gift giving as Squall's style. He couldn't really think of anything else but what he'd already guessed.

 

An entire day of fooling around had been his first guess, and his second had been and entire week of fooling around. In fact, most of his guesses had revolved around getting to have sex with Squall, but his mind had been slightly biased when he had actually been about to have sex with Squall.

 

**

 

“Go away!” Seifer yelled, a hand firmly pressed over Squall's ear as the sleeping brunet was pillowed against his chest.

 

“Seifer,” Squall groaned, slowly coming to.

 

Now angry that Squall had been woken up, Seifer pecked the bleary eyed Commander's forehead and said, “Go back to sleep, I got it.” Grumpily, he stumbled out of bed and managed to slip into a discarded pair of jeans from the night before.

 

Passing by the couch, he rubbed his eyes and cast a glance towards the clock. It was six, not necessarily early for the Commander, but too early considering he'd had the boy up late.

 

When the door opened, Seifer glared down at the top of Rinoa's raven head. “What part of `go away' don't you understand?”

 

“What part of `I'm not here to break you two up' don't you understand?”

 

Scoffing, Seifer puffed his chest out as he stood to his full height. He was delighted as dark brown eyes roved his muscular physique. “I wouldn't even have a problem with you if tried to break us up,” he stated truthfully.

 

“What?” the dark haired girl remarked with disbelief.

 

“Rinny dear,” he began in a condescending manner, “You are the least of my competition. Compared to me, you don't even register on Squall's radar.”

 

“That's mean,” she declared with hurt.

 

“It's also true,” Seifer said with a shrug.

 

Tearing up, Rinoa turned to leave, but then turned back around. “I came to warn Squall. My dad's going to be coming here. He'll be arriving in a couple hours.”

 

“I'll be sure to relay the message,” Seifer said with a nod. Smiling cockily, he pressed the button for the door to close.

 

Stalking back to the bedroom, he was dismayed to find his bed vacant. Stepping back out of his room, he rolled his eyes as the sound of running water reached his ears. “How's he do that?” he grumbled while heading towards the bathroom. Sometimes it was eerie how silently Squall could move about.

 

He might as well save water, and maybe grope for a little morning fun.

 

While the prospect of having to deal with General Caraway wasn't too bright, he couldn't help but feel excited that he was one day closer to his birthday. He would have forgotten about it if Squall hadn't said anything, and now he could hardly wait.

 

As silent as Seifer thought he'd been, when he stepped out of his pants, he heard Squall call out his name in question. “Yeah, who else do you think would be sneaking in here while you're showering?”

 

“Selphie maybe,” Squall said with a scoff.

 

Seifer laughed, finding the reply to be quite accurate.

 

Slipping in, the tall blond wrapped his arms around a wet Commander. Nibbling on the brunet's ear, he questioned, “So, what'd you get me for my birthday?”

 

“It's your birthday?” Squall asked, playing dumb. “I seem to remember a time not so long ago when we agreed that as fuck buddies, presents were not included.” As he rocked back against Seifer, he added, “Just benefits.”

 

“Fuck buddies don't love each other,” Seifer chastised. They were way beyond having nights with no strings attached. “If you tell me, I'll warn you about who you have to see in a couple hours.”

 

“General Caraway,” Squall said, smiling slightly at his victory.

 

“Dammit,” the knight cursed. “You know I won't stop hounding you about this until I get an answer.”

 

“And you know I can outlast you,” Squall muttered, his smile still in place as gruff hands began to fondle him.

 

“Is that a challenge?”

 

Stepping further under the warm spray, Squall pulled Seifer with him. “It depends.”

 

“On?” the blond prompted.

 

“If it's about sex or nagging me to death.”

 

Seifer grinned at the thought of trying to outlast each other during sex. The consequences of such a rivalry could lead to hours of torturous pleasure. It was a crime that Squall spoke of such a little game now, when he knew the Commander was going to head off to the office.

 

“I could be talked into taking the challenge on both of those,” Seifer replied.

 

“Another time them,” Squall assured, reaching for a bottle of shampoo.

 

Groaning, Seifer conceded that he couldn't talk Squall into blowing the General off. Grabbing the bottle from the brunet, he proceeded to wash that dark mop of lengthy hair. It was a growing pleasure of his to wash Squall's body, running his hands all over it and teasingly slipping his fingers inside that tight opening.

 

By the time they were both cleaned, Seifer was also sporting a hard on. Rubbing against Squall's back, his cock slid along the cleft between shapely cheeks. Having soaped up and prepared the brunet well, he had no qualms in giving it to the Commander hard and fast.

 

In a single thrust, no warning given, Seifer pushed into the puckered entrance and buried himself deeply.

 

Hands against the wall, Squall braced himself as the blond thrust in and out of him. As he relished the feel, pleasure spiking through him as Seifer struck him in just the right place, he began to feel his resolve harden in what he'd decided to do for the ex-knight's birthday.

 

“So tight,” Seifer grunted. He began to stroke Squall, torturing the boy with more pleasure than he'd know what to with. His thumb swirled over the sensitive tip of the brunet's penis, his own cock aimed to wring screams of ecstasy from that elegant throat.

 

Hard and fast brought both of them to a swift end, their bodies joined while shuttering in pleasure. The water washed away soapy bubbles and sticky semen, leaving to two free to explore each other's mouths.

 

TBC…