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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Seifer's Birthday Part I

 

It was approaching noon when Squall awoke.

 

Dazed with a lingering feel of heavy limbed gratification from having made love, the brunet drifted for several long minutes. He could feel angled rays of sun on his back.

 

Blinking, he glanced at the empty space beside him. He was lying prone on the bed, the covers strewn about and covering only his lower half.

 

His mind replayed the night before. If anyone knew how to draw sex out, it was Seifer. The man must have taken him to the near edge of orgasm seven times before finally allowing him to find his release. As mind blowing as it had been each of the times they'd done it, he felt a certain impatience for immediate climax. It was indeed a heightened experience that he mostly appreciated when his mind went blank and he was plundered while finding release under the greatest of pleasures.

 

“Hyne,” he muttered against the plain white sheets. His muscles were sore, having been at it for so long the previous night. Sex could prove to be quite the work out.

 

Remembering that he was alone, he attempted to wake up completely. It was difficult when his body wanted nothing more than to fall back to the inviting bed and sleep well into the afternoon.

 

Bleary eyed, Squall scanned the floor for a pair of briefs or pants. It took an extra moment for him to realize the floor was clear of all articles of clothing. They were in Seifer's bedroom, having used his for the sex and moved to the blond's for sleeping. It was a convenient system if they made sure to wash the bedding regularly, which meant everyday.

 

Groaning in complaint, assuming his were the only ears to overhear, he nabbed the top sheet on the bed and pulled it despite causing the quilt to drop to the floor. Sufficiently covered, only planning to stumble the few feet to his own room, he exited Seifer's room. Walking around naked wasn't bothersome in any particular way for him, but on the off chance that someone other than Seifer was in the apartment, he'd prefer to be wearing a sheet than nothing.

 

The aroma of cooking eggs and bacon reached the Commander. The sound of a pan being shifted on the stovetop told him exactly where his knight had gone.

 

A small smile played across his lips. Seifer was cooking breakfast, and for some inexplicable reason, he was completely endeared by it.

 

Objective changed, Squall procrastinated on the process of dressing himself and walked towards the kitchen, the flimsy sheet trailing at his heals in excess. Approaching the open entryway, he stepped in just a bit and leaned against the wall to observe.

 

The sight of the handsome blond was more than just endearing, it was also highly arousing.

 

In black slacks and a type of knit forest green sweater, Squall let his eyes trail from a trim waist to the muscular forearms visible since the sleeves were pushed up.

 

Seifer sensed Squall's presence, turning after he finished cutting a red pepper for the omelet. The knife that he hadn't quite set down completely clattered to the cutting board.

 

Green eyes narrowed at the sight presented to him. Did Squall understand what it meant to entice him, to drive him crazy with lust?

 

“Morning,” Squall greeted. “You realize that if breakfast is any good, we're taking turns cooking each night.”

 

Seifer didn't respond. His eyes were busy roving the form of his little lion who had bed rumbled hair and wore naught but a sheet. A teasing shoulder peaked out, calling to him.

 

Stalking forward, Seifer closed the distance between them in less than three long strides. Grasping Squall's shoulders, he roughly pushed the brunet against the wall, the collision minor given that the pale brunet was so close to it already.

 

“Seifer?” Squall voiced in questioned, a hitch in his utterance as his breath escaped him a little too quickly.

 

“What?” the blond practically growled out in response, not angrily but impatiently.

 

As Squall gazed into darkening green eyes, his senses were sharpened and he felt completely awakened. Seeing the raw desire in Seifer's eyes, he relaxed against the wall and the firm grasp. He submitted completely at the mere prospect of Seifer taking him hard. “Nothing,” he returned, almost forgetting that he should reply.

 

With crushing force, Seifer brought his lips to Squall's. Demanding entrance immediately, he hooked an arm around the smaller man and hitched him higher against the wall to elicit a gasp. Taking advantage of parted lips, he delved deeply into the brunet's mouth.

 

It was Sunday, which was a very dangerous day for Seifer. However, seeing as it was also his birthday, he had every right to demand complete isolation and never leave the apartment.

 

Just as Seifer had the brunet hitched high enough for lean legs to wrap around his waist and for that sheet to fall from the lithe frame, the scent of burning bacon permeated the room.

 

“Fuck,” Seifer cursed, reluctantly cutting the heatedly passionate moment to a screeching halt.

 

Squall would have laughed, had he not felt such a loss at ending the kiss so soon. Sliding back to the ground as the blond slowly released him, he stood on slightly unsteady legs and drew the sheet up again.

 

As Seifer fumbled to turn the stove off and get the bacon off the flat griddle, he kept casting furtive glances at Squall. He burned himself twice, finding that it was easy to forget about what he was doing when he had his kitten standing there with nothing but a sheet hiding that sinful body.

 

“You'll be the death of me,” the blond grumbled when everything was taken care of. The omelet contained no peppers, having cooked too fast while he'd been occupied for only a couple minutes.

 

“It smells good,” the brunet said in a soft tone, neither condescending nor sarcastic, but also not wholly reassuring.

 

Seifer scoffed. “If it doesn't taste good, then it's your fault.”

 

Squall gave an amused smile at this. Stepping across the kitchen, he moved close to the blond. With one arm free of the readjusted sheet, he gave the taller man a hug. “Happy twentieth,” he said quietly before pulling back.

 

Turning to head to his room for proper clothes, Squall was stopped by the strong arms that encircled him from behind.

 

Seifer held on tightly. His eyes closed as he nuzzled the soft mop of hair. He craned lower to trail his lips across the juncture of neck and shoulder. “Hyne I love you so much,” he stated heavily.

 

The shudder that wracked Squall's body was stayed by the embrace he was in. “I love you,” he returned, stating it as though a separate remark from the blond's, something not prompted to be spoken.

 

For several minutes, Seifer kept his hold, his body refusing to release Squall. Finally, when it seemed like he might very well remain that way all day, he said, “I'll let you get dressed, though I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.”

 

“It's your birthday,” Squall reminded, wondering if he had the whole concept backwards or something. As far as he knew, the special treatment was given to the person whose birthday it was.

 

“Trust me,” Seifer whispered against the brunet's ear. “Seeing you in bed the way I left you was present enough.” As if on cue, the blond quickly followed up, “What's my present?”

 

Squall pressed his lips together in an attempt not to laugh. However, he failed, his voice sounding in rich laughter at the knight's expense. “I thought my sleeping in bed was present enough for you,” he said.

 

Groaning at the evasive nature of his dodging kitten, he said, “It is. But seeing as how you have something in store, I can't very well turn you down.”

 

“Later,” Squall assured.

 

“You're a tease,” the blond stated.

 

As the ex-knight released him, Squall cast a last glance behind before walking out of the kitchen.

 

**

 

The clear weather had carried on throughout the day, lasting into the afternoon.

 

However, the blueness of the sky was hardly what Seifer noticed or cared about.

 

The ex-knight was in the town of Balamb, accompanied by the bubbly Tilmitt and seething because of it.

 

“Come on Seifer, lighten up,” Selphie placated.

 

“Where's Squall?” the blond reiterated, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.

 

The streets were busy, milling with locals and cadets from Garden.

 

“I'll explain everything once we get to the harbor,” she assured. The fact that Seifer was likely to simply turn and leave doused her flames of excitement and left her feeling anxious.

 

Seifer's eyes narrowed. “You'll tell me everything I want to know or you'll be swimming in frigid water.”

 

Selphie laughed, but trailed off as she realized it wasn't a joke. She sorely missed her nunchaku.

 

Downtrodden at having the fun taken from the whole affair, Selphie lead Seifer through town. Her steps slowed as they past Ma Dincht's house, but Seifer read her thoughts and ordered her to keep going.

 

By the time the harbor came into view, Selphie was practically jogging to keep up with the ex-knight who had taken the lead.

 

“Slow down,” she chastised. The whole point was to give Squall time. She was both elated when the Commander had come to her and jealous of the lengths Squall was willing to go to in order to make Seifer happy.

 

As Seifer neared the port's edge, he demanded, “Where is Squall?”

 

“Squall's at Garden,” the copper haired woman answered truthfully.

 

“Then why are we here?” the blond hissed.

 

“I wanted to give him some time to prepare,” she said with a beaming smile, proud of her handy work. Reaching into the bag she carried with her, she withdrew a folded magazine and held onto it.

 

Eyeing the young woman suspiciously, the blond questioned, “Prepare for what?”

 

“Your present,” she answered. “I figure he needs to sulk and brood for at least an hour before actually going through with it.”

 

“Why would he need to do that?” Seifer followed up in questioned, his tone far less harsh now that he was on the brink of knowing what Squall had in mind.

 

Selphie's smile widened, unable to keep the toothy grin from her face. Holding the magazine out she offered it to the blond. “Check out page sixteen,” she said, forcing herself not laugh at the mere prospect of Seifer's shock.

 

Seifer's eyes widened upon seeing the cover of the magazine. In proud bold letters was the title Sex Drive.

 

Clearing his throat Seifer found his hands wouldn't quite move. “Sex Drive?” he read in question.

 

“I borrowed it from Irvine, to give Squall some ideas. He was ready to kill himself, but with a little support, it all turned out okay.”

 

Swallowing thickly, Seifer felt his pulse race. It was like some huge mystery was about to be uncovered. “What did he have in mind?” he asked, wanting to know his kitten's train of thought before finding out what those thoughts had lead to.

 

“Well,” Selphie lilted merrily, ready to leap circles around the blond. “Squall just wanted to know how he might go about obtaining a vibrator, though I think he wanted that to be a practical joke.”

 

Seifer felt a flush run up his neck. He felt terribly hot despite the cold air. Hurriedly, he tore a glove off with his teeth and fumbled to flip to the right page. Along the way, various pictures and items caused his heart to race in excitement. The thought of Squall perusing such a magazine to look for something was enough to cause his cock to twitch even in such a public place.

 

Green eyes darted to the bottom of the pages, checking the numbers. First he wasn't far enough, and then he passed it. It felt like an eternity before he managed to open to the correct page.

 

Seifer's mouth fell open. Incredulously, he stared for several long moments. Finally, when his brain seemed to start working again, he shut his mouth and clenched his jaw.

 

Tossing the magazine back at Tilmitt, the blond stood straighter and glare. “Tilmitt, I don't take kindly to people who bullshit me. You wanna drag me all the way out here and tell me Squall's going to dress up in that for me, then you'd better pray to Hyne such a thing actually happens.”

 

“I'm serious,” Selphie defended indignantly. “The only time I ever lied was when you asked if I knew anything about Squall doing something for you. I couldn't ruin the surprise so soon, even though I figured that if I didn't say anything a little bit ahead of time, you'd have a heart attack when you saw him.”

 

“You're not lying?” Seifer asked with a menacing undertone that dared her to lie to him and find out the consequences.

 

“If it weren't your birthday, I'd punch you,” Selphie declared while stuffing the magazine back in her bag. “Of course I'm serious, and you better not ruin this… Squall went to a lot of trouble just to ask me for help. He goes beat red whenever I wink at him or mention it.”

 

Seifer didn't say anything else. Taking off, he ran towards town. He intended to head back to Garden. He should have demanded to know what it was all about before they'd even left Garden, then he'd be no more than five minutes from his destination.

 

If Squall-boy were going to dress up in some sexy maid's outfit, then the Commander wouldn't be any place but their apartment.

 

He tried to force himself to think clean thoughts, knowing his long run didn't need to have the added punishment of sport an erection.

 

**

 

Squall hadn't understood true mortification until he actually saw himself wearing the damn costume. He had to keep his eyes closed for the entirety of donning the intricate articles, lest he suddenly change his mind.

 

Was he absolutely insane?

 

In the bathroom, he stood before the mirror with flaming cheeks and a nauseous feeling of anxiety churning in the pit of his stomach.

 

The idea of shredding the garment with Lionheart came to mind. An instantaneous hatred developed for it the moment Selphie had given it to him.

 

He was perhaps more upset with his predicament for the fact that he didn't appear to be the butt of some practical joke. It made him look even more feminine and seemed to scream kinky sex instead of hazing prank. He'd never cared about his appearance before, but at least with pants and a t-shirt, he stood some chance of having an air of intimidation about him.

 

Now, he stood wearing a damn dress. The black and white maid's outfit fit his torso snuggly, lacing up each side so the ends closed nicely. The a-cup size of the chest left little excess material, which he absolutely refused to stuff upon Selphie's suggestion.

 

From the stiff torso, ridiculously puffy sleeves draped over his arms. The worst part was the skirt. It was puffy and it was lacey, and it made Squall want to kill something.

 

The damn thing barely came down to his knees, and that was if he flattened it down. The stockings were thrown in the garbage immediately, along with the high heals Selphie had bought to match it all. However, after some hair tugging and nail biting, he slid the fishnets into place and hooked them on the garter that threatened to show if he made any sudden movements. The shoes remained in the garbage. No amount of hair pulling was enough to make him wear them.

 

An odd sort of necklace threw him off guard until he glanced at the small dressing guide and realized it was some sort of hat or bonnet.

 

If Seifer wanted kinky, then this was the kinkiest he'd ever get. There was no going past wearing a freaking French maid's outfit for the blond. If the world's safety depended upon him wearing this dress again, then they were all doomed.

 

Stalking from the bathroom, unable to look at himself any longer, he paced around. It only took a few steps in his new outfit to cause great discomfort. For the sake of not sliding on the wooden floor and to feel just a little less like a cross dresser, he put his boots on. The bulky and heavy feel of his mercenary boots served as a slight reassurance while he continued to pace restlessly.

 

Checking the lock on the apartment door each time he approached it, he habitually glanced at the clock and prayed he had more time before Seifer showed up.

 

After fifteen minutes of pacing with nerves that wouldn't settle, Squall forced himself to sit down. The constant ruffling of the costume probably didn't help calm him down.

 

A brown paper bag sat forgotten on the couch cushion. On the floor was the bag that had contained his latest outfit. Reaching out, he picked the bag up hesitantly.

 

Opening it, the crinkling paper seeming to echo as if he were doing something wrong, he peered inside. Another wave of embarrassment washed over him as he stared at the tanned colored sex toy. Shaped in the likeness of a man's erect penis, it was the vibrator he'd originally intended to get.

 

Selphie had said there was a little something extra, but he'd been a little too preoccupied to remember.

 

Unable to suppress a rising curiosity, embarrassed but also intrigued, he pulled the toy out of the bag. Studying it as if he didn't know what a man's penis looked like, he turned it over in his hands while feeling the odd texture.

 

It was cold, nothing like an actual body part. It was also just a molding, the minor details falling short of what his mind automatically compared to Seifer's engorged length.

 

The base was flat, a couple inches not shaped organically or meant to be a part of the imitation. Turning it about, his eyes pieced together the function of it, never quiet daring to turn the switch on.

 

As if by accident, his thumb slid the small camouflage button into place, turning the dildo on. As soon as it began to vibrate and worm about as if suddenly alive, he dropped it.

 

The toy fell into his lap, the vibrations felt against his thighs even through the thick layers of his skirt.

 

Before he could make up his mind to turn it off and throw it away, he felt a familiar heat in his groin that only ever came about when Seifer touched him.

 

It was a slow process, Squall's embarrassed reluctance constantly causing him to stop and berate his foolish idiocy. However, curiosity and an undeniable arousal pushed him along.

 

It wasn't long until he was gently pressing the tip of the vibrator against his lubed and stretched anus.

 

The toy was turned off, since he felt skittish enough simply looking at it wriggle about. He felt like he was in the middle of doing something he shouldn't, as if the consequences of being seen were so severe and dire that it wasn't worth it. He was certain the door was locked, and only one other person knew the code, yet his eyes kept glancing to the bedroom door as if he'd be able to tell if someone approached.

 

Legs spread, he gently pressed the device inside himself. Despite the fact that it was relatively cold in comparison to what he was used to, he couldn't deny that he was excited. His penis was becoming steadily harder, blood rushing to his groin the moment he'd begun to finger himself in preparation.

 

In his lifetime, he'd masturbated a total of two times. Like most male teens, his hormones dictated his actions. Even though he'd tried to ignore his body's wants, there were those couple times that it had been painful and he'd been unable to simply wait it out.

 

Now he sat against the head of his bed, fresh sheets having just been placed down, wearing woman's clothing as he pushed the head of a fake penis into his ass. If he didn't love Seifer so much, he'd curse the blond for the obvious influence.

 

Similar to his first time having sex, it was a matter of patience and reminding himself that people wouldn't do it if it didn't feel good at some point. When he'd fit the toy in as far as he could without losing a solid grip on the base, he was almost too wary to turn it on. It was like sticking his hand in a box that contained some secret object, but he wouldn't know what that object was until his hand grabbed it.

 

Deciding to not activate the toy so soon, he carefully rocked it in and out of himself. It felt good. Not as good as if Seifer were buried inside of him, but it was still good.

 

Pulling his currently bare legs in more, he planted his heals as close to his body as possible, trying to gain easier access to continue pumping the toy in and out. As his mind began to drift and wallow in the pleasure, he felt his anxiety wane and his nervousness dissipate.

 

Just like when he'd first turned the device on, his thumb brushed across the base and gave him a surprise.

 

His shock was quickly overpowered by pleasure. Arching back, his body moved without consulting his brain. Pushing the vibrator as deep as he could, his hips bucked in coordination with his hand to plunge the worming toy in and out.

 

It wasn't periodic stimulation to his prostate, but rather constant. The sensitive nerve endings felt the vibrations during the moments that the device wasn't rubbing against his inner walls just right.

 

Mouth parting in a pant, Squall felt as if he had no control. He couldn't stop. It felt too good. His head tossed back and his eyes scrunched shut. He bit his lip despite his need to breathe through his mouth. Soft moans were escaping against his will, simpers of pleasure joining as he increased the pace.

 

**

 

Running was hardly strenuous for Seifer, though wearing the proper attire and not running through the cold might have made it easier.

 

From the town of Balamb to Balamb Garden, it was an uphill trek of four miles. It was suddenly clear why Tilmitt had insisted they walk. She'd bought all the time anyone would need to dress up.

 

Once inside Garden, he made a beeline for the apartment.

 

Sweaty and disheveled, he punched the code in before stalking inside. Tearing his coat off, he dropped it to he ground. Before he could ransack the apartment in search of Squall, the voice of his aroused minx drifted to his ears.

 

Mastering himself, he attempted to keep his heavy breathing quiet. Taking off his shoes, he knowingly began to take the rest off. His impatience brought him outside Squall's bedroom door before he could take more than his sweater off, an undershirt making him seem fully dressed.

 

For several moments, he stood and listened. The sound of Squall in the middle of having sex was unmistakable. The sudden thought of someone else in there sent him barging into the room.

 

His anger forgotten, Seifer stared in shock.

 

Mouth open, he gaped at the brunet, praying that he didn't wake up before he got to screw the boy raw.

 

Stilling his ministrations, Squall stared with clouded blue eyes. The continuing movement of the toy kept him from ceasing all together, forcing him to continue as he felt close to orgasm.

 

Seifer stepped closer, his eyes traveling up and down Squall repeatedly. He'd seen the picture of the outfit, but could only imagine what it'd look like on the Commander.

 

It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. The fact that his kitten was masturbating with a dildo caused his pants to tent and his cock twitch to life so quickly that he felt certain he'd just broken some record.

 

Stripping as if his clothes were on fire, Seifer silently promised to enjoy the outfit later. Roughly grabbing Squall's hand, he stopped the brunet's actions. Uncaring that the pale beauty was obviously enjoying the little vibrator, he took it out and cast it aside.

 

Finding a discarded bottle of massage oil, he coated his length. Gripping behind Squall's knees, he hitched the brunet's legs higher before guiding himself to the boy's weeping entrance.

 

In one fell plunge, he buried himself inside that tight hole, the searing heat bringing him that much closer to heaven.

 

“Fucking Hyne,” he hissed, repeating streams of cursing in lieu of the words that he couldn't put together to form his gratitude and absolute love of the sexy body he was inside of.

 

Squall arched at the penetration of the real thing. This was what he wanted, what he imagined happening.

 

Unable to contain himself, Seifer thrust into the brunet without restraint. Given that Squall moaned and bucked against him, he'd say the brunet had been stretched well enough by the toy, allowing for his thick cock to squeeze in without the usual amount of pain.

 

“Seifer,” Squall called out in a pant, his end close at hand before the knight had even arrived. “Harder,” he cried, wanting the knight to follow him quickly.

 

Pounding into the younger man mercilessly, Seifer couldn't even begin to describe how perfect it felt.

 

Squall was beyond words, unable to state that he was coming. Crying out in release, he came hard, his cum spurting onto the volume building ruffles of the skirt.

 

Seifer wasn't too far behind, thrusting several more times before clenching walls gripped his throbbing penis and forced him to ejaculate with pleasure. Filling the brunet, he continued to thrust until he was spent, giving himself the extra pleasure of remaining buried deep inside Squall even after he'd just filled that tight channel with his seed.

 

Collapsing onto the Commander, Seifer panted heavily, unable to register the foreign feel of the costume that kept soft and warm skin from his touch.

 

After several minutes, the blond leaned back, his softened penis still inside. Staring down at the taxed brunet, he gazed at the puffy sleeves and crooked maid's hat. Groaning, he began to thrust again, finding that Squall was so arousing he was ready to go again.

 

As Seifer rocked in and out, stirring his flaccid length to life once more, Squall groaned and also felt returning arousal.

 

In a repeat of what happened minutes before, Seifer thrust ceaselessly until they were both sweating and panting and moaning with pleasure.

 

Collapsing once more, Seifer felt his limbs grow heavy from the run and marathon sex. Pulling out of Squall's tight hole, his cum seeping out, he forced himself to settle down.

 

“After we take a shower, you can put that outfit back on… I'm not done with you yet,” the blond hummed in delight, knowing full well that this entire day was dedicated to fulfilling every sex driven thought in his head.

 

TBC…

 

A/N Okay, I know it's not finished, but I wanted to post and if I continue, it'll be another day. So, I called this a two parter. Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed it so far. It was certainly an odd event to write, but it's been fun.