Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction ❯ Strings Attached ❯ A Sore Farewell ( Chapter 33 )

Warning: explicit sexual content. No kiddies allowed.

 

Chapter Thirty-Three

A Sore Farewell

 

It had been some time since Shiva had last entertained Squall's dreams. Inside his mind and assimilated into who he was, the former Commander was highly reluctant to unjunction the Guardian Force. Whether a result of no longer needing her or because being with Seifer in his waking hours was tiring enough, the creature of Hyne had grown rather silent.

 

Drifting off with the lulling rhythm of steady heartbeats within Seifer's chest, Squall made a conscious effort to seek her out. For the stoic and introverted brunet, his nighttime visitation was very different than previous times.

 

The cold was not as welcome and he half suspected his sleeping body was furling close to the blond knight's warmth. The darkness was a bit frightening, almost threatening to trap him in a world between two planes. The isolation and cold winds used to be such a calming sanctuary from the world. Yet, all he could think about was how soon he could return and wallow in the feel of strong arms holding him, which he'd become sadly addicted to.

 

“Would you like him beside you?” Shiva's ethereal voice echoed within the dark.

 

Surprised, Squall didn't reply right away. “No,” he managed with a note of slight offense.

 

Amused chuckling sounded as the view of a snowy expanse replaced the total darkness. “I only ask because you seem reluctant to leave your knight, even in sleep,” Shiva assured, her presence still undetectable. “I am at our tree, waiting for you as always.”

 

Feeling mildly better for having set surroundings, Squall gave a scoff of disapproval at the implication that he needed Seifer to hold his hand. He wasn't reluctant to leave the blond, it was just colder than he last remembered.

 

Hugging his frame, he discovered not for the first time that he wore his usual leather pants, shirt, and jacket. It had been some time since he'd last worn all his belts. The weight of them around his waist was almost comforting in its familiarity.

 

With a long gaze around, he forced himself to remember ever detail sharply. It was the original scenery from when he first began to rely on Shiva to guard his sleep. The previous few times he'd met with her, it had been in the clearing of a dense forest. He never really understood her choice of setting, whether it was a passing fancy or if it correlated with his own mindset.

 

Spotting the familiar tree on a distant hilltop, he zipped his coat up and began the trek. The walk seemed different than usual. He felt unburdened by the knowledge that when he woke he'd have to begin his day anew with problems and worries. He wasn't weary or fatigued with sleep deprivation. However, as the tree of bare branches with snow adorning each wayward limb grew larger with each step, he also felt no sense of relief.

 

Shiva used to be whom he came to when he was too weak to carry on. Seeing that gnarled tree loom closer had meant the possibility of a couple hours reprieve.

 

Again, he was reminded of how much things had change, or rather how much he had changed.

 

A small smile ghosted his lips at the prospect of waking in the blond man's arms instead of awkwardly curled on the couch in the Headmaster's office.

 

A strong breeze blew once he stepped beneath the out reaching branches. He didn't bother looking up to see if snow would fall on his head, since he'd learned his lesson long ago. Shiva had been quite amused when her lion wound up with a face full of snow. Small amounts fell around him, but that was all.

 

At the peak of the hill, grey-blue eye took in the almost eerie landscape once more. Aside from the one hill, the land was flat and blanketed in white. The sky was near black with contrasting stars scattered throughout. It was a moonless night, making it darker than usual, but still far from the absolute darkness that surrounded him coming and going from the snowy world.

 

“I've been lonely,” Shiva spoke from around the other side of the tree.

 

Squall stopped delaying and walked around the thick trunk. The Ice Queen stood in all her other worldly glory, waiting patiently for his arrival.

 

“You are well,” she announced with a tone that implied both happiness and sadness. Pale blue lips formed a gentle smile. “Come here.”

 

Heeding the light command, the brunet stepped closer and accepted the motherly hug.

 

“I am sad to not be with you, but this knight of yours makes you happier than I ever could.”

 

While sympathetic to the GF's feelings, Squall had other concerns in mind. “What will happen?” he questioned solemnly. He referred the following day when he would unjunction Shiva for the first time since before the war. Almost nine months with the constant presence of the ice queen in the back of his mind. It wasn't absolutely necessary, but regardless of what Xu or Quistis said, he wasn't a part of Garden anymore. The GFs were for SeeD only, trained soldiers capable of using them. The last thing he wanted was to give Caraway, Martine, and everyone who had opposed his leadership ammo against Commander Yashime and Headmistress Trepe.

 

Shiva stroked the young man's hair, her motherly nature more pronounced given the seeming finality of their meeting. “I do not know young one. I imagine that just as I have grown accustomed to you and will sorely miss such a bonded summoning, you will feel a bit empty at times.”

 

“Empty,” Squall murmured in thought. “You will be fine though?”

 

Chuckling lightly, the guardian commented, “You still never consider yourself, even when you know I'm immortal.”

 

“I'll be fine,” the pale fighter stated firmly.

 

“Of course,” she agreed, releasing him from her hold. “If you ever need me, I will answer your summon.”

 

Wide eyed, Squall stared. He wanted to ask if that was even possible, but given the ageless creature had just made the promise, that was obviously the case. Quistis would have a conniption over a summoning where a GF wasn't junctioned.

 

“Thank you,” Squall said with a dozen meanings behind it. Shiva had been his guardian both in and out of battle, and she'd been his greatest confidant. There were even times when her care and gentle touches made him feel like she was something of a mother in a very warped sort of way.

 

“My sweet lion,” she spoke with a smile. “You still do not see the love I have for you. Your friends, would they not have done the same had you asked it of them?” Taking a seat by the odd disfiguration in the tree trunk, she motioned for the stubborn boy to join her. Her long limbs rested with ease and grace, making her appear completely in her element.

 

Squall followed suit, soon situated comfortably against the depression in wood. Expressing his gratitude any further was pointless, but he still felt as if her role was more than what he could have asked of his friends. While he appreciated their care, he was miles away from being completely open with them. Shiva was different, and because of that, her willingness to extend their relationship beyond battle would always mean a great deal to him.

 

“So, how is your handsome knight?”

 

Quirking a brow at Shiva's continued curiosity in such affairs as his love life, he remained silent for a moment. “Bossy, arrogant, perpetually aroused,” he muttered darkly. There was always the sense that when he talked with Shiva, it was the same as mulling his own thoughts over, since on some level it was all in his head.

 

Cold winds swept along, causing Squall to burrow deeper into his jacket. Nodding his understanding, he added, “He's gentle, like I'll break if he hugs me too hard. It's annoying at times, but I've come to like that about him.”

 

“He cares for you deeply,” Shiva hummed pleasantly. “In battle he knows he can be strong because you are strong. Outside of your warrior's strength, he knows not what strength to use. I imagine he is frightened of hurting you, as he should be.”

 

“As he should be?” Squall questioned with a scoff. Why was it that even when he wasn't seeking advice, he wound up receiving more than he knew what to do with?

 

“My lion, I know you are not glass, but I have also seen your lover. He is very powerful, and you have grown to love him. You are weak against him.”

 

Grey-blue eyes studied the godly woman of pale blue skin. Though curious at some deeper meaning, he simply nodded in acceptance. The earlier words of Seifer came to mind, about how the older boy's confidence meant nothing when it involved him. Physically, Seifer could certainly hurt him given he slept right in the man's muscular arms. Yet, there were so many other ways he might be hurt. Squall honestly couldn't imagine returning to the way his life had been without Seifer. Even if he were free of all professional responsibilities as Headmaster and Commander, to move on alone seemed admittedly frightening.

 

With a vacant expression, bowed lips barely moved as they formed the words, “I love him.” There was a lot more to loving someone than he'd ever considered. He supposed dressing up like some slutty maid was only the tip of the iceberg. Seifer was his weakness, and he didn't want to envision the many consequences that could bring.

 

“You are always so difficult,” the serene guardian commented.

 

“I could have done without having Seifer die right before my eyes to figure it out.” Though Squall made light of the event, his heart became heavy every time he remembered it.

 

“I believe I was forgiven for that transgression.”

 

Smirking, Squall glanced at the goddess beside him, vaguely wondering when confiding in such an inhuman being had become so casual. “I hold nothing against you, but some nightmares are hard to forget.”

 

Smiling in response, she opened her arms. It was a sore night for her indeed. She couldn't recall the last time she'd been with such a strong fighter. Battle was a joy when she could draw on such power, and to lose it was saddening. There also a strange affection she held for the reluctant hero, a feeling that was entirely too human but still undeniable.

 

With an ever-present hesitation for contact, something she was certain only her lion's beau didn't receive, the strong willed boy shifted closer. His soul was so calm and content since finally realizing his love for the knight Almasy.

 

**

 

Restraint was not exactly what Seifer was best known for. Though the timing was all off, he couldn't deny that he was in need of release. His bed partner was pressed close, the feel of skin against his own as satisfying as ever. It was almost four in the morning, and he couldn't quite remember if he'd been dreaming of Squall or if he'd just reacted with carnal instincts to the body at his side.

 

He'd woken up to find himself gently rubbing his swollen erection against the younger man's lean thigh. While he'd stopped himself and groaned at the immature nature of his body, he was often a slave to his hormones and gave into the urge.

 

In his defense, Squall was quite responsive to his groping hands. The arching back of his kitten was definitely a sign that the brunet enjoyed the massaging fondling he gave to firm ass cheeks.

 

Shifting, he drew Squall to lie on top of him. In innocent unawareness, the brunet remained asleep, stirring a bit only to rest more comfortably and nuzzle against his neck. Silently chiding the oblivious man for being too enticing, he ran his fingers along a smooth backside. The small shiver his actions incurred gave him confidence that Squall would not bite his head off later on.

 

Trailing a hand back down, beneath the blanket that wouldn't stay in place for much longer, he drew a finger along the cleft between shapely cheeks. Gently nudging against an already abused anus, he probed the puckered entrance as his desire to be buried deeply in Squall's body grew.

 

“Seifer,” came the faint moan, warm breath teasing the ex-knight's neck.

 

Not replying, Seifer continued his ministrations. No matter how many times they fucked, the Squall's entrance remained as tight as ever. It was simply the most pleasurable feeling of ecstasy to be hilt deep inside that clamping heat. It gripped him with almost painful tightness, even after he'd thrust in enough times to loosen it up.

 

Awareness for Squall came when invading fingers raked over his prostate gland. Nearly forgetting how to breath, he gasped for air after realizing he'd tensed and buried his face against the pillow beneath Seifer.

 

“What the hell?” Squall bit out defensively, hardly caring that his own growing erection gave away how much he was enjoying the blond's touches.

 

“I wanna be inside you,” Seifer grunted in explanation as he extracted his fingers and quickly prepared to enter. His weeping organ was ready, the reddened tip begging to slip beyond the rosy anus he'd stretched to fit him.

 

Biting his lip, Squall kept from moaning at the feel of Seifer's hard length gliding along the cleft of his ass. The blond was waiting for his agreement, and as much as he wanted to give it, he couldn't help but protest. “It's four in the morning,” he pointed out with a glance to a nearby alarm clock. “I was sleeping.”

 

“So was I, until you gave me a hard on,” Seifer defended, wondering if he could plead his case quickly and make it convincing after he'd found his release.

 

“Jerk off in the bathroom, don't wake me up,” Squall reprimanded with a worthy glare that expressed his anger at being led into everything. While he didn't like being dominant, neither did he like being dominated. Seifer seemed to control every aspect of their relationship. Even then, when the ex-knight was waiting for his consent, it was simply a formality because there was no way he could refuse.

 

“It's a little late for that now,” the blond placated with uneven breaths. Grinning arrogantly, he pointed out, “You seem to want it just as much as I do now.”

 

“Bastard,” Squall hissed as he gave an involuntary buck against the man beneath him. The friction against his own arousal was satisfying, but considering he'd just lost the battle, he was hardly able to enjoy it very much.

 

“I love you too sweetheart,” Seifer announced as he raised himself with some effort and guided his length to push inside Squall.

 

With a stifled cry at the sharp entry, Squall straightened to sit more comfortably. He took several deep breaths, his senses completely woken at the feel of the hard length filling him. Eyes closed, he concentrated on keeping his wits about him.

 

Without being prompted, Squall admitted his defeat in the matter by rising up on bent knees and driving back down. Repeating the action, he began the slow rhythm of impaling himself on Seifer's cock. Hands firmly planted against the blond's hard abs, he worked to find some control over the act and not carry on in mindless bliss.

 

“Fucking Hyne,” Seifer cursed as Squall rode him.

 

Frowning, Squall abruptly ceased his movements. Pulling off, he mumbled something to himself before glaring at the blond knight. “You wake me up and expect me to do all the work?” he bit out tersely. Shifting on the narrow bed, he knelt beside Seifer before leaning down. “You wanna fuck me, then fuck me.”

 

Growling out his complaint, Seifer wasted no time in complying with the brunet's wishes. “Were you always this grouchy when you didn't have enough sleep?” he questioned as he settled in behind the prostrated ass.

 

With returned bliss, Seifer nudged his cock back in. Sliding into that tight heat once more, he groaned loudly as he pulled out a bit and slammed back in.

 

Biting his lip, Squall refused to vocalize just how good it felt. For some reason, he felt particularly adamant about not falling apart completely. Perhaps it was Shiva's words about being weak against Seifer and his own agreement with such a sentiment as love making him soft. He didn't want to be soft or weak, and refused to express the fullness of his pleasure after being woken and pushed into having sex.

 

“Don't hold it in kitten, let me hear you,” Seifer urged as he continued to thrust with audible slaps.

 

As if in response, a muffled moan escaped Squall's lips. His anger flared at the idea that he could be commanded to easily. Before he could sink his teeth into the soft flesh of his lip, a calloused hand fisted his erection and pumped.

 

“Ahh.” Squall was helpless against the sounds that refused to be subdued. It was too much, and he was too weak. “Harder,” he managed to say, hating how his tone was more pleading than demanding. It was shameful, but he couldn't exactly reflect on it until later.

 

“Anything you say,” the blond returned before roughly speeding up the frenzied thrusts.

 

Seifer's words barely registered in Squall's mind, but when they did, he felt slightly comforted by them. Seifer was just as weak against him, which left the pair of them struggling to please each other without losing themselves in the process. It was hopeless to try and remain as stubborn and controlled as always, when on some level Seifer had always caused him to break down. Whether it was showing his anger when they were kids or moaning wantonly as he was being driven to the edge of ecstasy, it all involved Seifer forcing his grip to loosen on rationality and poise.

 

“More,” Squall urged with backwards thrusting. It truly was a wonder that he managed to reject Seifer's crackpot ideas of staying locked up within the apartment and do nothing but have sex for days at a time.

 

“Come for me,” Seifer purred as he leaned over and conformed against the body he wildly thrust into. Fisting Squall's erection, he encouraged the younger man to come first. His thumb swiped at the mushroomed head, the moistened feel of precum indicating how far along the brunet was.

 

“Ahhn, Hyne, there!” Squall cried out with a following mixture of incoherent noises that expressed his pleasure. Seifer was repeatedly striking against him in just the right place that unraveled his tightly knit composure.

 

With increased enthusiasm, Seifer sought to drive Squall as far as possible, pushing the boundaries with how much physical pleasure a single person could take. He knew he was falling short of his usual attempts. Hours of foreplay served greatly to bring Squall close to madness with the need for that final push, and here he was simply fucking the brunet senseless. There was a certain aspect about both ways that confused him as to which one Squall liked more, so he couldn't say for certain that fast and rough wasn't just as maddening for the former Commander as slow and sensual.

 

Grinding without restraint, Seifer felt his world tilt as his name was called out and his hand was coated in warm release. He felt light headed right before his cock jerked in orgasm. As spiking pleasure ran through his body, he pushed as deeply as he could go into that tight ass, until his spurting organ was entirely buried.

 

With gasping breaths, the tanned knight remained posed for several extra moments. He retracted the hand coated with Squall's release and reached down to curiously touch their joining. He pulled out just a little to better feel his own organ and the entrance it was still settled in.

 

The heat created by both friction and aroused status was surprising, making the blond wonder why it didn't hurt on some level. As his length softened, he probed Squall's stretched hole, fingering it with his cock imbedded at the same time.

 

“What are you doing?” Squall asked with a slight air of breathlessness.

 

“Can you feel me inside?” Seifer questioned without explanation for the question that had been directed to him.

 

Squall gave a small wriggle of discontent. “No,” he answered with a clipping note of sarcasm. Of course he could feel Seifer, it was hard to miss the feel of an engorged penis inside his anus. What sort of anesthetized fool would he have to be to not feel it?

 

“How deep do I reach?” Seifer followed up in a husky voice, unfazed by the uncooperative response he'd received. Squall had never been his morning sunshine, and given the circumstances they were now in, he couldn't expect anything but a sulking attitude for the rest of the day. Still, he wanted the share in the brunet's pleasure, to know what he made Squall feel, to hear Squall put it into words.

 

Hesitant in his reply, Squall frowned in confusion. Uncertain where the blond was going with it, he stated, “The length of your penis when it's erect.”

 

Green eyes blinked for a disbelieving moment. After mentally confirming that he had indeed heard correctly, he broke out into laughter. It was deep, rumbling laughter. Nearly falling over in his fit of amusement, he wrapped his arms around the lithe body he was still inside of.

 

Pressing his weight against the pale beauty, he wasn't surprised when Squall collapsed with a stifled sound of annoyance and pain. The brunet's ass was no doubt rather sore, which in turn caused flaring pain along a lower back and general nether regions.

 

Kissing the back of a slender neck, he murmured, “You're too precious kitten.” His laughter continued. Only Squall would have answered his question in such a blunt and face value manner.

 

“The length of my dick,” the blond knight said aloud with a mock tone of indifference that was ruined by his continued laughter.

 

Blushing slightly, Squall tried to squirm out from beneath the firm weight of the muscled body. What the hell else was he supposed to have answered with?

 

“Come here,” Seifer managed to say as he rolled onto his side and pulled the escaping kitten close. “That was priceless Squally-boy.”

 

Offended, Squall scowled. His glare was all he needed to express his annoyance.

 

Shaking his head to refute the idea that he was laughing at Squall, Seifer assured, “It was just cute, that's all.”

 

Pushing away, Squall attempted to leave the ex-knight's hold. As usual, it proved futile.

 

“Honestly,” Seifer placated. “I wasn't expecting such a serious answer, it threw me off, I swear.”

 

“I need to clean up,” the struggling brunet spoke coldly, refusing to make eye contact while he grappled against insistent arms.

 

“Don't leave me when you're angry like this. I wasn't laughing at you, I promise.”

 

“Seifer, just let go,” Squall requested testily.

 

“Not until you say you understand.”

 

“Well, I don't understand. One second you're asking me weird things and the next you're laughing because I tried to give you an answer.”

 

“Calm down kitten, I didn't mean any harm,” Seifer soothed as he placed gentle kisses along an elegant shoulder. Nipping lightly at the juncture nearer the neck, he whispered, “You surprise me sometimes, and it was too adorable.”

 

Grumbling incoherently, Squall expressed his displeasure at being patronized. He wasn't some child to be held and calmed down from a tantrum. Still, he relaxed into the hold and let the wandering lips carry on.

 

“It's still too early. Let's go back to bed and sleep in. We don't have to leave at the crack of dawn, especially when no one will be up before noon to send us off.” Most everyone beside himself and Squall had consumed quite a bit of alcohol at the short notice farewell party the evening before.

 

“I need to clean up,” Squall protested. When the ex-knight still seemed unwilling to relinquish the hold, he admonished, “It's uncomfortable to sleep when I have cum inside me.”

 

Whining in exaggerated complaint, Seifer let the lithe body go. His pouting became a bit more real when Squall seemed to immediately scamper away, all too quickly for his own ease of mind. “Hurry back,” he muttered at the retreating form.

 

With a yawn, he haphazardly reached to the floor for a discarded shirt. Wiping his hand and softened penis clean, he then flopped back to the bed and waited. It was a good fuck despite the odd hour and following scuffle. He was used to accidentally provoking Squall, not to mention dealing with the sulking fury sent his way each time. There was no taming the lion, but that would take all the fun out of it anyway.

 

TBC…