Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction ❯ Strings Attached ❯ Prelude to Presents ( Chapter 25 )

Chapter Twenty-Five

Prelude to Presents

 

“Hey Chickie, open up,” Seifer called as he knocked on the spiky haired boxer's door.

 

Seifer had thought about it for a while and come to the conclusion that if anyone knew about what Squall had planned that it'd Dincht.

 

As far as he could tell, Squall hadn't been outside of Garden since it was stationed in Fisherman's Horizon, and there wasn't anything to buy in the small town that would fit under the birthday gift category.

 

Considering he was practically with the Commander every hour of every day, it was difficult to imagine the little lion slipping off unnoticed. So, that meant Squall had either been planning this gift since before his return or there was outside help.

 

The cowboy was out of the question since Squall was obviously giving the auburn haired man some space to get over the waning infatuation. Tilmitt was out because she'd never shut her mouth about any of it.

 

While Dincht was the last person capable of keeping a secret, at least the short fighter wasn't obsessed with the relationship between him and Squall.

 

Trepe was a close second, and the person next on his list to visit that morning. He figured that if he couldn't get anything out of the blond boxer, then there was no secret in the first place.

 

“What do you want Seifer?” Zell growled as he approached the ex-knight from behind. Trotting closer, he ran a hand through damp hair. Having just come from the gym, he was still sweating a bit even after a shower. His hair was damp, but the gel managed to hold it upright just fine.

 

Turning around, Seifer smirked. “You don't sound happy to see me,” the tall blond said in mock hurt.

 

“Well, maybe if you stopped using that damn nick name, I'd warm up to you a bit.” Content that his hair was fine, Zell hopped from one foot to the next before settling down for a moment of still standing.

 

“Maybe if you stopped styling your hair like ruffled chicken feathers, I'd feel less inclined to pointing out the resemblance you make,” Seifer shot back, his green eyes practically dancing with mirth as he stared down at the short man.

 

Grumbling incoherently, Zell clenched his fists and forced himself to remain calm. “So, what brings you to my place?” Cracking his knuckles was less menacing when his gloves were tucked in his pocket and not adorning his already lethal fists. However, no manner of threatening would have worked given that Seifer knew he wouldn't start anything. He'd come a long way since their days as cadets. Though he was still quick to anger, he was better able to control himself.

 

Taking a deep breath, Seifer relented to the fact that annoying the boxer was no way to make the boy talk. “My birthday actually,” he said while keenly watching the younger man.

 

Not expecting such an answer, Zell was confused for a moment while his brain processed the ex-knight's words. Greater confusion set in after he understood what Seifer had said. “Your birthday?” the shorter blond questioned in disbelief, wondering if he'd heard wrong.

 

“Yes, birthday. You know, the day I was born,” Seifer tried to keep his tone friendly, but found it came out in a condescending mock.

 

Bristling indignantly, Zell glared at the tall bladist. “I know what a birthday is, I just didn't know when yours was. Is there some party I should know about?”

 

“No, I came to ask you about my present.” Seifer spoke as though he were certain the boxer knew something, despite the boy having just admitted to not even knowing when his birthday was.

 

“Whoa, sorry baby,” Zell said with an awkward rub to the back of his neck. “I didn't get you anything.”

 

Scoffing, Seifer assured, “I hardly expected anything from you. I want to know what Squall got me. He came to you to help him get it without my knowing, and I wanna know what it is.”

 

Zell just laughed. “The Commander come to me to get something for you?” he said with incredulity, continuing to laugh.

 

Grunting, Seifer crossed his arms. “Even with your loud mouth, I figured he'd need someone who wasn't nosy.”

 

Zell gave a consoling pat to the tall knight's upper arm. “Sorry man, you've got the wrong guy.” Sobering slightly, he added, “Ask Quistis, she's good at handling this stuff and she'd keep a secret even if someone threatened to destroy the world's hotdog supply.”

 

Wryly, Seifer stared down.

 

“It was a joke,” Zell said, “Sheesh, lighten up.” Bouncing on his feet again, he jabbed the air in demonstration of what lightening up entailed.

 

Seifer rolled his eyes at the familiar antics of the younger man. Mischievously reaching out, he mussed spiky blond strands about. Grinning at his accomplished trouble making, he strode away with a red faced Dincht shouting curses at his retreating back.

 

**

 

With the smooth swish of the door, Seifer stepped into the apartment. After seeking out Trepe and interrogating her to the point of being yelled at, he'd gone a step further blackmailed her into telling him what he wanted to know.

 

However, even under the threat of enlisting Tilmitt's help to recruit more Trepies, she remained adamant about the fact that she knew nothing.

 

Following Trepe, he'd phoned President Loire, who was more concerned with having not gotten him anything than answering his questions about what Squall had gotten him. As it stood, he had a feeling that he'd be receiving some overly expensive gift from his lover's father, perhaps a car from the man he called father more often than Squall.

 

Tilmitt had been a chance encounter, or rather he'd accidentally forgotten to avoid her. He'd questioned her lightly, figuring the lack of off the wall taunting about knowing everything was a dead give away that she didn't know anything. She scolded him for not reminding her about his birthday and for not showing up for the big breakfast or lunch.

 

He'd returned to the apartment in order to find Squall, following strict orders to be present at dinner and for the remaining festivities. The energetic woman also wanted to talk to the Commander at the earliest convenience, which meant as soon as he found the younger man.

 

His eyes roamed the entryway, almost feeling the lack of activity as much as he saw it. He cast his boots aside, not caring to carefully line them up along the wall like his better mannered counter part.

 

“Honey,” he called out teasingly, “I'm home.” When he received no answer, he couldn't be certain it was from Squall not being there or the brunet's refusal to reply to him.

 

Stepping further in, he frowned at the dim lighting. Those pretty gray-blue eyes were going to lose their sight if Squall didn't learn to flip the light switch on. It was a cloudy day out, the single window in the kitchen hardly enough to give light to the rest of the place.

 

As the blond knight strode to turn a ceiling light on, he finally found what he'd been in search of. His hand retracted from the switch, not wanting to disturb the resting brunet.

 

His little kitten was curled up on the couch with the black fur ball. Seifer smirked at the farfetched idea that Squall kept the cat close at hand when he wasn't around to snuggle with.

 

Quietly sidling closer, he knelt behind the lithe Commander, whose back was turned to him. Yellow eyes watched his every move.

 

Gabriel's head was almost indistinguishable from the rest of his body. Stirring at the approach of the tall knight, the cat rolled onto four legs, previously lying nearly on his back between Squall and the couch.

 

Seifer glared indignantly at the feline. “Scram,” he ordered in a whisper. For a moment, he forgot that it was a cat and hardly competition for being Squall's guard.

 

Those big eyes stared with oval shaped pupils for a few moments longer. Seeming to understand that naptime had been interrupted, Gabriel gave a wide yawn that bared sharp teeth and a sandpaper tongue before stalking away brusquely.

 

With grace given by strength, Seifer carefully settled atop the smaller man. He kept his weight off of Squall, hovering carefully above the pretty Commander.

 

“Go feed Gabriel,” the brunet ordered softly, apparently not asleep anymore.

 

Frowning, Seifer replied, “I wanted to wake you up with a kiss.” After a pause when no response came, he added, “That cat is going to get fat if you let it eat in the cafeteria and here.”

 

“Fine,” Squall mumbled out, still not moving from his place. His eyes remained closed and his body relaxed. His temperature increased as the heat from Seifer's body was so close that he could feel it, but he didn't let on to the stirring feeling within his body.

 

“Tilmitt's looking for you,” the blond stated, officially delivering the message and now able to move on to his personal reasons for seeking the younger man out.

 

“I know,” Squall answered, mumbling once more. Lazily, he opened his eyes. While he could have gone back to sleep, it was already approaching late afternoon. The show was going to start in a few hours and he had explicit orders not to miss it.

 

“You look tired,” Seifer commented. Leaning closer, he nuzzled an exposed neck.

 

Groaning at the knight's comment, Squall replied, “Someone kept me up all night with incessant questioning.”

 

Seifer chuckled. It had been pretty late when he'd finally given up, but how was he to know that the brunet had to be up so early for mandatory festival work. Had Squall said something about it, he would have ended his interrogation a couple hours earlier.

 

Nipping at an ear, the blond explained, “If you'd just tell me what you're planning, I wouldn't have to poke and prod. You realize it'll be twice as bad tonight.”

 

“What's the point of it being a present then?” Squall questioned evenly, not quite sure if he should keep it a secret still, even if he'd already made it to the last day. Honestly, he could care less if Seifer actually knew what he had planned. In fact, he would like to know if he was being foolish and embarrassing himself for nothing, but he'd kept his lips sealed for the sole reason of spiting his lover.

 

“Presents don't have to be surprises. Like, when you don't know what to get someone, so you ask them exactly what they'd like.” Seifer tried to sound as logical as possible, hoping to prompt those plush lips to tell all.

 

Thoughtfully, Squall considered these words. Every time Seifer badgered him, he considered just saying it. It had been a crackpot idea that was more of an insecurity. Selphie was the true mastermind behind it, which he regretted from the moment he sought her advice.

 

Squall hadn't really thought much about getting anything for Seifer's birthday, not really being the gift giving type. But then, Seifer kept mentioning various things that they should be doing or trying out, and it seemed to him like the ex-knight was secretly serious about it.

 

It had taken hours of brooding over the matter to speak with Selphie about it, and it had taken even more brooding to make up his mind. He hated feeling indecisive, which meant that once he'd made up his mind, there was no going back. There was also the small factor that Selphie knew everything and she'd kill him if she found out he scratched the whole deal that she had helped him with.

 

Thinking about the gleam in the copper haired woman's green eyes, Squall was reminded that she seemed far more adamant about him doing this than he himself did. She'd also mentioned the element of surprise, or something of the sort in her ranting about how it should be done.

 

Blushing slightly, Squall felt the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. Knowing that tomorrow was Seifer's birthday almost made him nervous. He felt like a fool already.

 

“Fuck Leonhart,” Seifer cursed, watching the subtle change of emotions swirl within gray-blue eyes. “Is it something kinky?” he questioned, never believing for a second that his little lion would dare do something like that without at least another year's worth of his constant cajoling. However, the pinkish flush that came to the brunet's face made him wonder just what his minx had been up to.

 

As the blush deepened, Squall quickly turned onto his back and made to sit up. The placement of Seifer over top prevented him from sitting up.

 

Jade green eyes widened in disbelief. “Holy fucking Hyne,” the blond cursed again. Easing his body down, he lay against Squall, not wanting the younger man to escape when he was on the right path. His shot in the dark opened up a whole new array of avenues to meander down.

 

“Do you know how sexy that is?” the knight questioned huskily, his mind already creating a number of scenarios and ideas. When Squall still seemed reluctant and skittish, obviously not too enthused by the idea, he pressed his lips to the brunet's. Meshing his lips with fervor, he broke away to assured, “Hyne, I wanna screw you just thinking about.”

 

The enthusiasm expressed was like a wave of relief washing over Squall. As he returned the kiss, parting his lips to welcome a seeking tongue, he felt his relief was accompanied by excitement. For the first time, he started to look forward to the next day. If Seifer were this responsive while not really knowing what he had in store, then what would the knight do tomorrow evening?

 

As the ex-knight's hands began to run up and down his body, Squall parted his legs to allow for a better positioning. Their kiss continued with mounting heat. Each time Squall considered the reactionary result of Seifer screwing him fast and hard, he gave a soft moan.

 

“It's…” the Commander trailed off as he was interrupted by the knight's continued exploration of his mouth with a silky wet appendage.

 

“It's what?” Seifer asked after forcing himself to leave the brunet's mouth alone for a few seconds. He was a thousand times more curious now than before.

 

“It's only for your birthday,” Squall finished as he gazed up from beneath heavy lids.

 

Seifer groaned, now knowing for certain it was something better than he could have ever suspected. If Squall weren't willing to do it more than once a year, then tomorrow might very well be the greatest day of his life.

 

“What is it?” the blond asked, having a few more specific ideas in his head. While he'd never mentioned the use of food, he now pictured Squall in naught but that black apron and a supply of whipped cream and other sundae toppings.

 

Squall suddenly seemed to realize the advantage of knowing something the knight didn't. Though he spoke impassively, his words were still taunting, “If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise.”

 

“I don't need a surprise.” Seifer said quickly, his excitement apparent. When stormy blue eyes seemed to regard him as if guarding a secret, he threatened, “I'm getting hard just imagining it. There's no way I'll let you sleep tonight unless I know.” His double meaning was blatant enough for the brunet to pick up on.

 

Rolling his eyes, Squall admitted his main reason for not telling. “We have to see Selphie soon. She can tell if you know anything, and she'll kill me if you know ahead of time.”

 

“Tilmitt knows?” Seifer questioned incredulously.

 

The faint blush returned to Squall's cheeks. He didn't reply right away, not exactly willing to admit how everything came about.

 

“You needed help,” Seifer said, guessing on the mark with his ability to read every subtle nuance. Licking his lips, he added, “Because you didn't know where to start.”

 

Eyes averted, Squall neither denied nor admitted the truth of Seifer's words. Though, it wasn't so much where to start, as it was how to get a hold of what he needed.

 

“You're killing me,” the blond stated before dipping down to recapture soft lips. Like a child in his giddy excitement, he hardly felt ridiculous when he was so consumed by it all. He was torn between wanting to know and wanting to be surprised. While the anticipation was almost nerve wracking, the excitement was invigorating.

 

Turning twenty had never seemed like such a wonderful event until minutes ago. This was yet another reason why he loved Squall so much. The brunet never ceased to amaze him or endear him a little more each day. If he could show Squall just how much his heart swelled, he would.

 

Though Seifer couldn't show the extent of his affection all at once, he could express the sort of passion he felt. Kissing the brunet with increasing gruffness, he roughly demanded the younger man to feel what he felt.

 

Eyes closed, Squall found himself teetering the edge between ecstasy and insanity. His hands were firmly grasping soft hair. He was unable to keep up with the blond's assertive tongue and lips, but he'd become so comfortable with the act that he hardly cared who did all the tasting.

 

Seifer nibbled and sucked on the brunet's slick bottom lip. As he delved in for more, he groaned at the returned sucking of his aroused kitten, the younger man obviously welcoming his wet appendage in deeper.

 

Needing better leverage, Seifer broke away for a quick moment. Sitting back, he reached down and pulled Squall up, finding that it would take too long to explain his actions and then let the brunet sit up.

 

The soft sound of contentment when their lips crashed together once more was a reminder that during times of arousal, Squall enjoyed a bit of manhandling.

 

It was a contradiction in their natures that made sex an instance of compromise or one of them getting their way. Squall liked it hard and fast, rough hands groping and fondling with bruising strength. Seifer liked it drawn out and slow, the painful prolonging of fulfillment making the final moments so gratifying and pleasurable that he couldn't think straight. Together they often switched between varying moments of patience and the inability to hold back any longer.

 

Squall rocked against the ex-knight, straddling a muscular thigh and finding his body heatedly searching for friction.

 

Encouraging hands kneaded the brunet's ass, assisting in the movement. Seifer was torn between watching and never wanting to stop kissing Squall again. To see the lithe Commander in those tight leather pants sliding along his leg to gyrate in pleasure was certainly tempting.

 

A wonderfully arousing idea filled the knight's head. “Let me watch you,” he said with a heavy breath as he broke away from enticing lips.

 

Squall's eyes remained closed for an additional moment, his lips swollen and parted expectantly. When the blond didn't continue kissing him after speaking, he ignored the spoken words and leaned closer to initiate the contact he wanted.

 

While Seifer welcomed the press of soft lips, he was determined to make his request heard. Feeling the hardening bulged against his thigh, he almost smirked at his underhanded intentions.

 

Reaching down, Seifer cupped the brunet's arousal and gave a firm rub.

 

“Nnh,” Squall moaned into the blond's mouth. Arms wrapping around the tanned man's neck, he found he was too overwhelmed to even know what a kiss was at the moment.

 

Seifer licked his lips in a relishing manner before grinning broadly. Stroking his fingers along the thick fabric, he gave Squall more than just a little indirect rubbing. As the brunet's head fell against his shoulder, he continued his ministrations.

 

Finding that it was an opportune moment to make re quests, the blond reiterated, “I want to watch you.”

 

“What?” Squall questioned at a loss, his mind unable to comprehend the knight's meaning.

 

“Touch yourself, let me watch you masturbate,” Seifer clarified huskily.

 

Squall was too aroused to be embarrassed at the request, so he simply said, “No.”

 

“Please,” Seifer added, wondering if the magic word would get him what he wanted.

 

Not the type to repeat himself, Squall didn't reply. Unable to move closer, the odd positioning forcing him to lean in as opposed to pressing against the blond completely, the brunet detached himself from the knight and slid away.

 

Squall's target was the bulge in Seifer's pants, his decency demanding that he return the favor of being fondled.

 

Cupping the hardened bulge, Squall gave a firm rub before making to undo the pants.

 

With a groan, Seifer let his head fall to the back of the couch. He could only assume being polite hadn't changed Squall's mind. It didn't really matter. The odds of him being able to seduce the brunet into masturbating for him were slim to none on his first try. Something like that would take a couple months of begging, which he was not too proud to do if it was for a good enough cause.

 

“What's my present?” the blond questioned as he raised his hips to shift forward to the edge of the cushion.

 

“Can't say,” Squall mumbled. Eyes fixed on what his hands were doing, he watched with growing desire as the knight's throbbing length sprang free of restrictive black slacks and boxers.

 

“I don't like surprises,” Seifer complained. Swallowing audibly, his breath hitched as soft lips ghosted the tip of his penis.

 

Flicking his tongue across the weeping slit, Squall found his greatest enjoyment in the level of control he had and the expressive groaning of the older boy.

 

As Squall proceeded to suck Seifer off with torturous teasing, prolonging the final moment just as the blond liked it, all thoughts of birthdays and presents were abolished.

 

Seifer finally came with panting breaths and eyes that wouldn't focus even if he opened them. His hands were tangled in soft dark brown hair while his cock spurt cum into his lover's mouth.

 

Head thrown back, Seifer continued to ride his pleasure out, feeling shudders of his fulfilling end course through him as Squall swallowed every last drop.

 

The knight's fingers began to gently stroke the hair he'd previously gripped harshly. Squall hands were at his hips, forcing him to keep still when all he wanted was to thrust into that wet cavern. Even now, he felt the urge to do it all over again, not caring that an erection wouldn't come so soon after ejaculating.

 

Squall released the softening length from his mouth, a wet trail following that he contently licked away.

 

Seifer beckoned the brunet to him, making to return the favor. His appreciation was shown as he held the brunet close and sucked at a pale neck until he'd made a lasting mark.

 

Tomorrow would remain a mystery and he'd spend the night tossing and turning because of it. But Squall had this way about him that made Seifer tolerant of almost anything.

 

They had scarce time before they were mandated to be in the quad and attend the festival. Seifer didn't exactly mind, looking forward to the chance of appearing in a more public area with his arms around the Commander.

 

As Seifer directed the brunet to lay down, he languidly went about unfastening the single belt and leather pants.

 

Arching, Squall welcomed the feel of Seifer's tongue as it laved the underside of his penis. All returning thoughts of the following day and the festival disappeared as Seifer sucked him off.

 

The sounds of pleasure that came from the Commander forced Seifer to focus solely on the task at hand, pushing him to try and make it better than each time before. If they weren't pressed for time, he'd take it farther.

 

Restlessly tossing about, Squall was stayed only by the forceful grip at his hips, keeping his lower body in place as his cock was pleasured. He couldn't imagine living without this in his life, the mind numbing ecstasy and the feeling of complete attachment to another person.

 

The knight only teased as much as whimpering pleas would let him. Squall's release came quicker than his. His technique centered on giving the brunet exactly what was desired and not continually building it up and then drawing back.

 

When it was over, they shared another heated kiss. Squall still felt the shooting pleasure as he tasted the linger flavor of his own essence.

 

“You're everything to me,” Seifer muttered as they wound down from their frantic exchange. He always felt as though the depth of his feelings never reached Squall through words, but he kept trying.

 

Squall's arms linked around the broad form of the blond, relishing the firm weight atop his body. He couldn't exactly speak what he felt, never having proper words for even trivial emotions, let alone the sort that overwhelmed him.

 

Silently, Squall hugged the blond, almost drifting towards the sated sleep that usually overtook his body after having sex with Seifer. His own stipulations with sexual exploits were worth forgetting in order to give the ex-knight something worthwhile the next day. He'd probably find it impossible to put aside his mortification, but he'd manage to follow through for two reasons. The first reason was that it was for Seifer. The second reason was that it was a one-time deal.

 

TBC…

 

A/N Sorry for the prolonged update, I went to New Hampshire for a few days and didn't have the internet. Anyway, the next chapter is definitely going to be interesting. I'll have both the festival and the Seifer's birthday in it, so it'll be long.