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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Seifer's Birthday Part II

 

Slowly, Seifer undressed Squall. He memorized what the maid's outfit looked like, all too excited to put it back on in a short while.

 

“I know how to dress myself,” Squall said as the blond began to unlace one of the sides.

 

“I know,” Seifer assured in a husky whisper. “Just let me have fun with this.”

 

Grumbling incoherently, Squall relented and stood still, moving only when Seifer needed him to. When the odd costume was off of him, various layers of ridiculous frills lying on the ground, he reminded, “I'm burning it tomorrow.”

 

Seifer was slightly too enthused to care. “Anything you want Princess,” he stated with a kiss to the smaller man's temple.

 

Now that they were both naked, the tall blond ran the water. Seifer followed Squall in, coming up behind the brunet and wrapping his arms around the younger man.

 

“I won't enjoy it unless you do,” the ex-knight stated firmly. “Though, I'd say you were enjoying the vibrator quite a bit.”

 

Squall felt his cheeks heat up in a blush, remembering the state Seifer had found him in. The knight would never let it go. He'd be teased for it for the rest of his life.

 

“It was hot,” Seifer continued. His hands began to run up and down the Commander's lithe torso, feeling the firm muscle of toned abs. The water ran down the brunet's front, wetting mussed strands and forcing Squall to close those pretty eyes and feel his hands. “I can show you many more pleasures if you'll let me.”

 

“I was curious, that's all,” Squall defended. “I'm not into whips and chains like that, don't press it.”

 

Seifer chuckled. “No whips or chains Princess, just me and you and a few instruments that'll make you scream my name at the top of your lungs.”

 

“Stop calling me Princess,” the brunet bit out, hating that name almost as much as Puberty Boy and Squally-boy. After a brief reflective moment, where he forced himself to not find Seifer's words enticing, he added, “I did this for your birthday.”

 

Seifer just chuckled, knowing he could get away with calling Squall anything that day. “I know and I am beyond grateful. It's the best present you could have gotten me,” he stated soundly. “Just think about how good it felt to play with that toy, remember how it felt.” Seifer gently rubbed his growing erection against Squall's lower back, his lips pressing against the brunet's ear as he spoke. “Were you thinking of me when you were doing it?”

 

Squall didn't reply, finding it was hard enough to block the memory of the small thrill and heavy atmosphere when he'd first had the inkling to use the little gadget. With Seifer rubbing against him, he found it impossible not to recall the foreign feel of the device moving around inside of him.

 

“Did you imagine it was my cock inside you?” the blond whispered, his tongue darting out to lave Squall's ear.

 

“Yes,” Squall finally answered in a hiss. He rocked back against the ex-knight, feeling the hardened length that he wanted to have buried deep inside of himself.

 

Seifer smiled. He was elated to know he was on Squall's mind during masturbation. “I want you to do it again, but let me watch this time.”

 

“Here? Now?” the brunet questioned.

 

“No, when we're finished and I've put that slutty little outfit back on you.”

 

“It's a demeaning piece of shit that I wouldn't be caught dead in if I didn't want you good and horny for myself,” Squall said in defense of his actions.

 

“Oh, don't lie to me now kitten,” Seifer chastised, following his words with a nip to Squall's ear. “You know how turned on I get even by your angry glares. No sexy get ups are needed to make me hard.”

 

Unable to refute the blond's surprisingly sound logic, Squall asked, “It's not a gender thing is it?”

 

“What do you mean?” the blond questioned as he let his right hand trail down to fondle the Commander's penis.

 

Biting his lip, Squall shivered and relaxed against Seifer's chest while the ex-knight began to stroke him. When he felt stable enough to form words, he explained a certain concern that had formed in the back of his head despite assurances since they'd first began their relationship. “Are you turned on because I look more like a woman when I where it?”

 

Stiffening for a moment, Seifer almost laughed at the brunet for such an insecurity. However, when his mind analyzed everything that had happened, he realized it wasn't such a ridiculous question. “No,” he said firmly. “Hyne, I like you as a guy.”

 

“But, if I weren't a man, what then?”

 

“Then we wouldn't be here, and such thoughts are depressing.”

 

“Then why is it a sexy thing to you?” Squall questioned in a curious manner, still not entirely assured that it wasn't about gender.

 

Seifer released the wet body in his arms. Turning Squall around slowly, he gently gripped pale shoulders, massaging tense muscles. “Squall, it's the principle of you dressing up. It's kinky and hot. Plus, you were in the middle of screwing yourself with a dildo, what did you think I'd do?”

 

Squall stared up, water cascading down his back, his hair dripping with water that darkened it and caused it to fall down his neck. He wasn't sure how to respond. It was a redundant point to make over and over again, to push the blond into reassuring him for any reason.

 

“I'm not pushing it any further,” the blond said seriously. “If you're not going to enjoy this, then forget it.”

 

“No,” Squall asserted quickly. “If we're together, it's fine.” That was the truth of the matter. If everything was stripped away, costumes and birthdays, then it came down to just the two of them spending the remainder of the day pleasuring each other. There could never be anything wrong with that. His nerves had gotten to him, his previous anxiety making him sensitive to the situation.

 

“Okay then,” Seifer replied with an impish grin. Stepping forward, he walked Squall backwards, further under the shower's spray until he was the one the water hit. Dipping down, he captured the brunet's lips and kissed the man as sensually and softly as he knew how.

 

It wasn't until the Commander's mouth was part for more, warm water dripping down between them, that Seifer took it to a level beyond sensual, making it passionate and needy.

 

The blond needed to delve deeper. He needed to taste Squall and entangle his tongue with younger man in order to release some of his desires. He needed Squall, his little lion, who he'd always needed but never understood in what way until recently.

 

Pressing the Commander's lithe body against the tiled wall, he impressed the fact that for the night he had total control, so long as he didn't piss the brunet off and wind up with a black eye. With his hand gripping a narrow jaw, he plundered that sweet mouth until he was forced to back off for the sake of oxygen.

 

Seifer held the weak kneed body in place. The usually composed Commander gasped for air as a slick trail of saliva slid down his chin, almost indistinguishable from the water.

 

Eyes closed, Squall relished the cool feel of the wall behind him. His body's temperature felt high, every place Seifer touched him tingled with heat.

 

Seifer feverishly trailed kissed down a pale neck, sucking hard to mark it up. He raked his teeth across the vulnerable flesh and enflamed each spot that he caused to turn red. Previously, he'd been too consumed to do anything but rut like some animal with his lovely partner. Now, he hungrily worked on what he'd forgotten before.

 

Seifer's fingers brushed over hardened nipples. Worrying the nubs, he continued until a stifled noise sounded from the brunet. Leaning down, he used his tongue to swirl around a pinkish bud before teasing it between his teeth.

 

Squall gasped. A moan followed that was not stifled by his tightly shut mouth.

 

With a free hand, Seifer reached down and stroked the brunet's length once again.

 

“Seifer,” the brunet called as he rocked into the knight's hand.

 

Answering the younger man's call, Seifer broke away from an abused nipple and once again kissed plush lips. Releasing the brunet's organ, he began the torturously slow paced foreplay that he knew his partner was impatient about, but that made the boy cry out loudest of all.

 

It was a long shower that held countless kisses and hands that never ceased to grope naked flesh. However, neither man received the release that they were both quite ready for. Wet and slippery, the soapy suds washed off their bodies with the aid of both water and touching hands. Seifer refused to lose himself and take Squall just yet, intent on drawing it out until they were both begging for it.

 

Cleaned and aroused, Seifer continued to dote upon the brunet for his own means. Drying himself off hastily, he set about drying Squall's body in a more paced manner, having to swat the younger man's hands away occasionally.

 

“Are you finished?” Squall questioned. He was standing there with an erection while Seifer toweled him off. It wasn't exactly his idea of foreplay.

 

“Not yet. I can't show my appreciation unless I dress you back up, and I'd be remiss if I didn't show you my gratitude.”

 

Falling silent and truly complacent for the first time, Squall allowed the blond knight to direct him to the dark marble countertop around the sink. The entire costume could be slipped into as a single piece, but Seifer delayed the process by taking apart each layer of slips that created the volume of the lower half. Little by little, he dressed Squall.

 

The upper bodice was Seifer's favorite. The sides drew together as if made for Squall's body. His fingers were nimble with the crossing laces that ran up the sides, but only at first. Before he could finish tying off one side, his fingers brushed pale skin and a soft exhale escaped reddened lips. He found that his fingers grew steadily clumsy at each small reaction he detected.

 

Green eyes darted to meet swirling blue, only specs of grey present beneath such evident lust. His hand cupped a pale cheek, his calloused thumb running across soft skin. Unable to stop himself, the blond knight leaned in to thoroughly kiss the younger man.

 

Seifer wasn't able to force himself away until he realized he was rocking against the Commander and nearing orgasm. Reluctantly pulling back, he took a few deep breaths to steel his resolve and finish his task.

 

Their eyes kept meeting, the mutual want almost palpable. It was a very slow progression, but eventually Squall was wearing the maid's outfit once again.

 

“Is that everything?” the blond questioned, his eyes searching around for the little hat he'd seen earlier.

 

“No,” Squall answered honestly. “There are a couple things in the bedroom.”

 

“Right,” Seifer sounded in agreement. “Wait here.”

 

Wearing naught but a white towel around his waist, the blond left for a moment. The apartment outside of the brightly lit bathroom was dim, all the lights off. It was approaching two o'clock, so far as Squall could tell anyway.

 

Time blurred in the Commander's mind. He had no sense of how long they'd had sex for in his room or how long the shower had taken. It felt like at least an hour, mainly for the shower, but he couldn't be certain.

 

Despite the tenting bulge outlined by the towel, Seifer's steps held a certain spring as he returned. “Somehow, I missed these,” he said with a broad grin as he held up the undergarments that Squall had taken off before the ex-knight's arrival.

 

Seifer's towel threatened to fall as his cock twitched at the sight of Squall waiting for him. Sitting atop the counter. Wet hair reached a thoroughly marked up neck and kiss bruised lips looked sinfully delicious, ready to be wrapped around his throbbing length or worried between his teeth. There was also the important factor of what the brunet was wearing and how much it turned him on. The dark black lace of it all made the younger man look even paler. The bodice was tight and stiff, outlining the slender torso perfectly. And the white fabric of the sleeves and neckline seemed to make a display for the hickeys he'd made.

 

Swallowing thickly, Seifer approached. Wanting to see what the lingerie looked like on the sultry lion, he moved the thick skirt out of the way and requested that Squall hold it up. Pulling slim hips to the edge, he slid the black garment on.

 

Needing to see it better, he directed Squall to stand up while holding the bottom of the dress up. His eyes glazed with lust as he viewed Squall wearing what he could only compare to a Speedo that was perhaps a size too small to cover that shapely ass enough to be deemed appropriate for public. It hugged Squall perfectly, except for the fact that it wasn't designed to give room for an erect penis. But, that only served to make it better, the sight of his kitten's arousal poking out of the top.

 

Next came the garter and each stocking. Seifer teased the Commander by licking at the head of the exposed penis, causing the brunet to whimper with need. Drawing away, he sat on the edge of the toilet and simply watched.

 

“You have the sexiest ass,” Seifer breathed out. He was unable to keep a hand from reaching beneath the towel at his waist. As the temporary garment fell away, he began to stroke his hard cock.

 

“Seifer, I want you inside of me,” Squall stated, finding that prolonging everything made his need for release grow to the point of being unbearable. He remained rooted, his back to the ex-knight while he held the dress up high.

 

“Patience Princess,” the blond assured, hypocritically stroking himself.

 

Taking Seifer's words like a challenge, Squall strove to remain complacent without complaint. He had patience, more than Seifer did anyway.

 

With a quick glance backwards, Squall couldn't help but feel as though it weren't fair, but he refused to show it. It wasn't until the resounding groan filled the air that he broke down.

 

Dropping to his knees, Squall offered himself to the knight, hoping that the groan he'd heard was the blond nearing orgasm. If Seifer were that close, then the older boy might just take him like before, hard and rough right through to the end.

 

“Don't tempt me kitten, or you'll regret it,” Seifer hissed. Standing up despite his knowledge that less distance between them would wear his waning resolve down, he stepped closer.

 

“I don't regret my actions Almasy. Fuck me now, we have all night for your little games.”

 

Groaning softly at the icy tone that only came from when they'd been nothing but rivals, Seifer stalked closer and roughly tore at the undergarment he'd spent so much time staring at. Even though they had recently had sex and that tight hole had been stretched, a handful of lube would have been nice. However, Seifer sank into Squall's body without further procrastination, nothing to ease the joining.

 

Pushing himself deeper, the knight questioned, “Regret it now?”

 

Squall gave off a terse chuckle, his jaw clenched at the pain. However, he'd been thoroughly screwed not that long ago, making it far less painful than the blond must have thought. “Not even close,” he returned, pushing back to bury Seifer the rest of the way.

 

Seifer gave a few hard thrusts, as if instilling his point. However, at the returned moans, it became quite apparent that this was exactly what Squall had wanted. The Commander could be a sly devil at times. He wondered just how much control he had in their relationship. At times like this when he'd previously thought he'd held the brunet in the palm of his hand for the night, it turned around on him with little more than an offered ass to plunder.

 

Pulling out completely, the blond groaned in regret, even if it was only a momentary loss of surrounding heat. “Stand up,” he ordered, attempting to take back some control.

 

Eyes closed, Squall forced himself to comply. Hands on the tiled floor, he pushed up and clambered to his feet, disliking the stockings and wishing for his boots once more.

 

“Bend over the sink,” the blond directed further.

 

Squall listened, stepping towards the black marble counter and placing his hands on it as it complying for a body search. Glancing up into the mirror, he locked eyes with the ex-knight. “Like this?” he questioned brashly, knowing what was about to come next.

 

“Exactly,” Seifer admonished with a husky lilt. Stepping up behind the shorter man, he wrapped an arm around a slim waist and pulled the Commander back to stand straight.

 

Their eyes remained locked through the mirror.

 

With his other hand, Seifer directed pretty blue eyes to the kiss marks along a pale neck. “See these?” the knight questioned with an arrogant smirk. “They mean that you're mine.” Rocking against the brunet from behind, he watched the defiant expression change to one of utter pleasure.

 

The blond glanced downward as Squall's legs shifted to part for him. A thought occurred to him. “Were there shoes?” he questioned.

 

Though unprepared for such a question, Squall remained impassive. “I wore boots,” he said truthfully, drawing the line at the high heals he'd tossed in the kitchen's garbage.

 

“They give you a couple inches in height?” Seifer questioned further, recalling that he'd seen discarded boots in the bedroom but not thinking much of it until now.

 

“An inch maybe,” Squall replied perplexed.

 

“Don't move,” Seifer said before stalking away naked. His intent was to raise that sweet ass a little higher, making the position he intended to fuck Squall in all the better. The less work involved meant the more enjoyable it could be. Sadly, he doubted either of them would last long anyway.

 

Squall hung his head in exasperation. Whatever happened to the times when they just fucked each other senseless and then fell asleep?

 

Returning seconds later, Seifer set the boots down with a clunk. It was certainly an odd mix, but he had a feeling Squall made it look sexy. Once the boots were on, he loosened the laces, and spread the top parts that were supposed to hug the Commander's lower calf.

 

“Why…” Squall trailed off his question, forgoing his curious inquiry for the sake of being screwed sooner.

 

“I'm creating an image, don't rush me,” Seifer chastised. Stepping back he eyed his handy work. It almost made Squall look adorably cute, but as the brunet impatiently leaned over the sink once more he realized there was nothing adorable about it.

 

Stepping up once again, the blond knight made quick word of raising the frilly skirts and tugging down the lacy panties that had slipped back into place.

 

Squall leaned over more, readying himself for the hard thrust he anticipated. Biting his lip, he willed himself not to come quickly, fearing that one good strike would send him over the edge.

 

Licking his lips, Seifer positioned himself at Squall's entrance. Looking up, he stared into the mirror and gazed at the brunet's pretty face. There was an expectancy in the way that pout bottom lip was being bit.

 

Rubbing the head of his length up and down the exposed cleft, he watched as that lip was released and a soft pant escaped now parted lips. It was then that dazed blue irises glanced up and saw his knowing smirk.

 

“Seifer,” Squall said imploringly. “Please.”

 

“Of course love,” the blond answered. Ceasing his torturous nudging, he directed the head of his penis to the entrance once more. As his hands gripped Squall's hips, he gave a small squeeze in warning.

 

Squall exhaled, relaxing his muscles for the sake of accepting the engorged cock with little pain and much pleasure. All at once, the knight thrust into him. He very nearly came from it, but managed to breathe in quick succession to draw back from orgasm.

 

“Fuck, I'm not lasting long,” Seifer bit out. He couldn't be certain if he'd still end up coming without moving or if pulling out would send him over the edge.

 

“Move,” Squall urged, no longer caring how long either of them lasted, just that he found release.

 

Pulling out, Seifer pushed back in. It was overwhelming pleasure that shuddered through him. He was the luckiest son of bitch alive. At twenty years old, things didn't get much better than they were right then.

 

Slamming into the brunet repeatedly, Seifer met his end earlier than he'd planned, but it was no less satisfying. As he continued, his cock jerking as his release filled the younger man, he watched the expression Squall made while crying out his name as ecstasy came for them both.

 

Collapsing against the counter, Squall awkwardly rested with one arm dipping into the dry basin.

 

Seifer couldn't be blamed for his libido. The night was young and an on the clock deal, so it was only proper that he live every moment to the fullest. Rolling his hips, he carried on until he felt himself growing harder.

 

Craning his head up, Squall glanced at the knight behind him. “You really do plan to go all night,” he murmured with a small smile.

 

“Think you can keep up?” Seifer questioned.

 

Raking a hand through damp locks, Squall straightened up again and resumed his position. “I've always had more stamina,” he retorted, rocking back against the blond as one hand slid down to touch himself. Having come twice already, he was sufficiently ready for bed, but he could never back down when the gauntlet was thrown.

 

TBC…

 

A/N Hehehe, sorry, I couldn't very well just write about them screwing for like six hours straight… I'll just show what happens the morning after. Anyway, I think this is the first time their rivalry has manifested in sex. I figured they don't get to spar enough, so they needed some outlet. What better outlet than a night of marathon-kinky-toy-costume-birthday-sex. Okay, so the next chapter sets it's roots back to reality, where Squall has to meet with Xu and inform Seifer about a few things.