Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction ❯ Strings Attached ❯ Marital Progress ( Chapter 36 )

Warning: Adult content, no kiddies.

 

Chapter Thirty-Six

Marital Progress

 

Passing the check in counter, Seifer and Squall were brought to a halt when the older woman manning the inn called out. Impatience rising in the blond, he plastered on the charming smile that had gotten them a discount in the first place.

 

“Mr. Almasy,” the innkeeper said with a thick accent of clip syllables, rushing to catch the boys before they headed upstairs. “An opening just became available if you two would prefer a room with separate beds. I'd hate to think of you sleeping in a chair or on the floor. I'll have to charge you the extra for it, but in the morning I can promise to make your breakfast extra special.” Spoken in a mile a minute pacing, the gray haired woman smiled kindly at the dashing young man.

 

Smile broadening, Seifer shook his head in refusal. “Thank you Mrs. Fortner, but we prefer to share a bed.” Emphasizing his point, he wound his arm around Squall's waist once more and brought the brunet close, stomping out any misinterpretation of his meaning.

 

“Oh my,” the woman exclaimed with a hand pressed to her chest. “Well I see,” she mumbled, thinking back on how a request for a double room hadn't even been made. Unsure of what to think, other than that Balamb had a very strange sense of morals, she simply stared at the unusual attraction.

 

“Thank you all the same,” Seifer said, ushering his partner in crime away. He lewdly gave the younger man's ass a quick pinch just for show. He could tell Squall would have preferred to weather a few more minutes of talk with the woman instead of hurrying to the privacy of their room where he would promptly return to the topic of marriage.

 

“It's not a game,” Squall muttered darkly, forcing the embarrassed blush from his cheeks by pressing the back of a cool hand to them. “Be ostentatious with yourself, not me.”

 

“But you're the best part of me,” Seifer returned, sneaking a hand beneath the hem of the brunet's thin t-shirt under the bomber jacket. Massaging the sensual curve of Squall's hip, he kept close as he'd done since their walk back.

 

Hating how Seifer's joking statement caused a flutter in his stomach, Squall sulked silently, reluctantly wallowing in the warmth of Seifer's firm body. The moment the door was shut behind them and privacy was ensured, he was instead reluctant to part.

 

Their room was small and scarcely furnished, but considering they were prepared to sleep in the woods, it was more than enough. There was a single bed that would only manage to fit them both if they remained glued to each other through the night. Beside the bed was a nightstand on top of which was the sole source of light at the moment, a lamp. On the far side of the dingy yellow colored room was a tall dresser. The bare floors weren't quite sanded enough to ensure that bare feet wouldn't receive a sliver, but which hardly mattered for two grown boys who didn't drag their feet while walking. The highlight of the room was the bathroom that attached to it, convenient for the pair that was in desperate need of a shower.

 

Tired from the trip and in need of sleep, Squall slowly shrugged out of his jacket. When Seifer imitated him, he thought for a fleeting moment that they would simply shower and got to bed. Still, the inevitable argument loomed heavily over both their heads, and when green eyes stared into grey-blue it was apparent what came next.

 

Squall just didn't understand why Seifer was being so adamant about it.

 

“Why don't you want to marry me?” Seifer questioned, exaggerated hurt in his voice while he construed it to seem like Squall found fault in the idea because it was a marriage to him specifically.

 

Sighing at the knight's question, wondering just whether it truly was an insecurity in Seifer or not, Squall shrugged. “Before Laguna said anything, getting married was not on your mind. Why are you pressing this so much?”

 

“Because I want you with me until some god like creature is able to kill me off. Now, answer my question.”

 

“It's unnecessary. And before you even start, I'd never where a dress,” Squall stated evenly, silently wishing he'd phrased it differently. He felt as if he were standing in the maid's outfit again and making the declaration.

 

Groaning, Seifer decided to skip over his usual antics. Not expressing his opinion on how he'd much prefer undressing Squall from a white gown than watch the serious man wear it, he calmly sat down on the bed and gazed up at his lover seriously. Fruit forgotten, he was prepared for the long haul of their conversation. “It was never possible before, now it is.”

 

“So you've thought about marriage prior to this?” Squall questioned in disbelief.

 

“No,” Seifer admitted. “But what does it matter?”

 

“That's my question,” the brunet shot back. “What does it matter if we go through some ceremony?”

 

“It'd be an outward expression of what we feel,” the ex-knight offered in explanation. “It'd be proof that we intend to stay together.”

 

Raking a hand through choppy hair, tucking several strands behind his ear, Squall argued, “What proof is there when so many marriages end in divorce?” He couldn't help but feel like it was just another step up from Seifer's usual need to flaunt their relationship.

 

“Not ours,” Seifer affirmed.

 

Eyes staring in disbelief, Squall remarked, “How can you say that? You can't put a label on the future. There is no guarantee that we live happily ever after.”

 

Expression darkening, jade green eyes narrowed. “You say that as though you've considered breaking up?” He couldn't even express the shock he felt.

 

“Of course,” Squall answered easily. “Fourteen years of fighting and in a matter of days we're in bed together? How could anyone assume a relationship like that would last forever?”

 

Finding that it wasn't so easy to breath, Seifer forced himself to plow through the plethora of questions inside his head. “Have you wanted to break up?”

 

Growing silent once more, Squall slowly walked forward. Boots thudding against the bare wooden floor, he stood before the sitting knight. He hadn't meant for it to sound like that. Reaching out, he raked his fingers through blond hair. They both really needed a shower.

 

“Squall,” Seifer said, urging the brunet to answer him.

 

“No, I've never wanted to,” pout lips formed in honest reply.

 

“Then why do you think about it?” Seifer followed up, needing to understand such a mindset that allowed for thoughts about breaking up without actually wanting such a thing to happen. He had every confidence that they would be together for the rest of their lives. He was shocked to discover Squall didn't feel the same. Perhaps he'd overestimated his kitten's love. To him, he didn't think he could live without Squall, so it was only natural to assume they would remain together when he felt it wasn't possible to remain apart.

 

“Because it's realistic.”

 

Grabbing Squall's wrist, Seifer stilled the soothing movement of delicate fingers brushing along his scalp. “Realistic?” he bit out accusatorially. “It's not being realistic Leonhart, it's doubting what we have.”

 

“And you're so perfect,” Squall said sarcastically. “You've never doubted anything about us. You never doubted the attraction?” He seemed to recall being forced upon by an angry knight that was attracted to him and beyond frustrated about it. Their first kiss was a mess of doubting emotions and undeniable lust.

 

While Squall had a valid point, Seifer felt the difference between stumbling over his sexuality and doubting their future together was too great to be compared. “Getting over the fact that I was falling in love with another man is nothing like doubting that we'll stay together.”

 

Pulling his hand away, Squall stepped back. “The future isn't some vague representation of what you're feeling now. Happily ever after doesn't exist because it's impossible to predict the next moment, let alone the next ten years.”

 

“Then are you afraid or just insecure?” Seifer questioned. “You're not even taking a firm stance, just casting judgment on the whole idea. You're not being realistic, you're being safe.”

 

“…” Squall glared. He'd left safety a long time ago when he'd first informed Seifer just how much he cared.

 

“Come here,” Seifer said, reaching his hand out to the brunet who had stepped further away than he'd have liked. His ability to have such patience with the stubborn brunet was surprising at times.

 

Though not resistant, Squall made no move on his own. He let the older boy tug him closer and wrap strong arms around his waist. The way Seifer dropped his head and pressed against his stomach sent guilt through him. It was as if the ex-knight were silently pleading for him to understand that he was needed and to accept the ludicrous idea that he'd always be needed.

 

With uncertainty, Squall set his hands against the man's head, ghosting his fingertips along soft blond hair. “You're too confident,” he murmured. It wasn't a matter of arrogance, but blind confidence. Of all the bad habits and characteristics that rubbed off on him, the abundance of confidence was not the least bit contagious.

 

Seifer's only reply was to squeeze the lithe frame tighter. For once, he couldn't speak. He didn't have the right words. He didn't even know how to begin, how to convince Squall. It hurt to know his kitten had such doubts and that he couldn't really say anything to make them go away.

 

“I don't doubt you.” Squall wasn't sure how he could explain any better than he already had.

 

“But you doubt my love,” Seifer accused, his voice muffled against the shirt his face was pressed against.

 

“No,” Squall denied. Arching closer, Squall carefully shifted to straddle the blond's lap. Sliding within the hold that loosened to accommodate the change in position, he settled into the intimate embrace. Arms encircling over broad shoulders he tried to impress the truth that he didn't have such doubts, only fleeting thoughts about endless possibilities. “You've been with other women before. You like women and their bodies. You've been attracted to others aside from me. The fact that you are with me now means that there was a time when you were with someone else, perhaps feeling the same way, and in the end you broke up.”

 

“I've never felt this way about anyone,” Seifer impressed sternly. “Hyne Squall, I feel as though I'd sooner die if you left me than if my heart stopped beating.”

 

Chuckling softly at the knight's over the top declaration, his heart swelled all the same. “Then I guess you'd better make me happy,” Squall stated.

 

Seifer tangled his hand in Squall's thick main of hair. Holding the former Commander fiercely, he playfully bit at the man's shoulder. “You're a bit of a masochist, so it doesn't take much, maybe a little spanking.”

 

“No spanking,” Squall shot down quickly, realizing he'd left himself wide open for being smacked on the ass.

 

“No spanking, no high heels, no handcuffs, it's murder to convince you to jack off with that vibrator for me, and now no marriage. You have to cut me a little slack Leonhart. Marry me.”

 

“Would that be your number one pick?” Squall questioned, wondering if he might trade something off simply to put the topic to rest.

 

“Spanking and the vibrator are a close second, but I want to see a ring on your finger every time I look at it.”

 

Scowling at the remembrance of having his cherished Griever ring discarded after Seifer learned Rinoa had made a copy for herself, Squall held his left hand out and stared down at his ring finger. He didn't wear any rings, not without the age old one that the blond refused to tell him the location of.

 

“You don't have to wear a dress or even do it in front of others. It could just be me and you, and your dad as a witness. It'd make Loire so fucking happy,” Seifer encouraged. Quietly he added, “And me. It'd make me happy too. I want to do it as proof that you can't be rid of my sorry ass, because I'd never sign divorce papers.”

 

Eyes closed, Squall simply replaced his arm around the ex-knight and hugged the man.

 

Seifer didn't know if Squall's silence was a good thing. While he may have at least goaded the brunet into considering it, he may also have pushed too much and now his kitten was beyond turning him down with words. Still, he had a sneaking suspicion that Squall was thinking about it, which was a step in the right direction.

 

“Let's take a shower,” Seifer suggested, clapping a hand to Squall ass, but leaving it there to negate the action from counting as a spank. The fact that his touchy princess didn't lash out was definitely a sign that the cogs were working behind that pretty face. It made him smile. Squall was considering accepting his proposal.

 

Hefting forward suddenly, Seifer groaned and slowly stood up, taking Squall with him.

 

“Put me down,” Squall ordered, attempting to drop his legs. The second he managed to touch solid ground step away, he was literally swept off his feet. “Seifer,” he hissed in warning when the blond ignored him and started walking towards the small bathroom that lead off from their room.

 

“Can't,” Seifer returned, curling the body like a weight. He stifled his laughter when his kitten thrashed, any sense of safe balance thrown completely. “It's weight training,” the blond managed to say, repeating the curling action.

 

“You're sleeping on the floor,” Squall hissed out.

 

“If that's where you'd prefer to bunk for the night,” Seifer remarked, positively refusing to sleep without his human pillow. Far better than any stuffed animal, his warm and firm cuddle toy would even put out if he managed to get far enough before it woke up.

 

“Seifer, put me down,” Squall reiterated.

 

Chuckling, Seifer gladly hinted, “My arms are full, tied up if you will, and you can't think of a better way to make me listen other than with words?”

 

Frowning, Squall figured he could always hurt the blond, but he generally shied from doing such things unless they were sparring, no matter how annoying the man became. It was a moment later that he understood Seifer's real meaning.

 

“You're doing this so that I'll make you stop?” Squall questioned just to make sure he had it straight.

 

“And you figured it out all on your own?” Seifer mocked.

 

Grumbling something to effect of `who's the masochist?' Squall leaned forward, his back supported by a steady hand. Snaking his arms around the man's neck, worried that strong arms might drop him without warning, he attacked an innocent ear. He wasn't very good at studying what turned Seifer on the most, where the man's erogenous zones were, but he knew how good it felt to have his own ears teased.

 

Seifer's lids drooped and a soft groan escaped him. Not necessarily surprised that the bedroom minx had made an attempt, he had expected to be capable of not falling apart so quickly. Nipping teeth sent shivers through him. Knowing when defeat was eminent, he moved closer to the wall. When a slick tongue came into play, he craned his head back, advertently making his ear out of reach.

 

The soft laughter that sounded was a punch to Seifer's ego. However, when Squall wasted no time in directing that delicious mouth to his exposed neck, he caved and cheated. Turning around, his back collided with the wall. Slowly, he sunk, his knees only getting weaker with each lick of his kitten's tongue and marking of kissing lips.

 

Squall couldn't help but laugh, though he did well to keep it quiet. If he'd known it was this easy to stop Seifer from misbehaving, he'd have done it sooner. When the blond sunk all the way to the floor, he knocked away the arms that kept him place, easily winning his freedom.

 

“I'm just tired from the walk here,” Seifer stated in his defense. While that was actually the case, it was still a poor excuse.

 

“Sure,” Squall returned with a tone of skepticism. Carefully he shifted to one of his more preferred positions, straddling muscular thighs like he'd done just a short while ago. Placing a chaste kiss to Seifer's forehead and then to the familiar scar, he promptly clambered off the man and walked out of sight into the bathroom.

 

Clothes hastily discarded, Seifer joined Squall in the small square shaped shower, closing the opaque glass door shut with a click. Though not as partial to the scent of the soap and shampoo provided by the inn, he still enjoyed the experience of washing Squall down. Several times he had to bat away obstructing hands, needing to scrub the other's body at his own pace.

 

While he generally preferred to focus his attention on the brunet's wet body, he welcomed roaming hands that sought to return the favor of cleaning, leaving him relaxed as gentle fingers ran through his sopping hair. The warmth of water soothed aching muscles while masterful hands eventually began to massage him, working on his shoulders and back. “Fucking Heaven,” the blond sighed out, wishing he could be lying on the bed. Fifteen miles of fast paced hiking uphill was going to leave him sore in the morning, but it was the perfect reason to request that Squall never stop.

 

After his muscles felt pliant and loosened, Seifer straightened up. While he could have gone on for another couple hours, he imagined Squall felt just as tightly knotted and sore as himself. Hooking an arm around Squall's waist, he brought the man to his front. “Your turn,” he murmured. Deviously, he set about torturing the unsuspecting beauty.

 

Keeping his caressing massages light, he warmed his kitten up with some heavy petting and lustful kisses. It wasn't long before a lean leg was raised and maneuvered at his side, held in place with the help of his hand hooked under a bent knee. Clutching arms were anchored around his neck while he drove his fingers in and out of Squall's tight little anus.

 

Falling apart, Squall bucked back onto pumping fingers. Unrestrained whimpers of need filled the small shower. Squall needed to have Seifer inside him; it was pertinent to keeping his sanity.

 

Mercifully, Seifer gave the brunet exactly what fractured words of want were trying to ask for. Restraining himself as best he could, the blond slowly took position behind the brunet. Smoothing a caressing hand down a wet and arching back, he guided his hardened length inside of Squall. Nudging in as far as he could go without forcing himself deeper, biting his lip to keep from doing just that, he leaned over. It was then his torture began as he started to massage tense shoulders, intent on remaining inside of Squall without moving while he drove the boy insane.

 

“Seifer?” Squall murmured in question when the blond didn't move well after the time it would have taken for adjusting. As a calloused thumb dug firmly into a particularly knotted spot, the fleeting pain much like that of the initial entry of Seifer's cock each time, he gave a soft gasp. It felt good, euphorically and teasingly good. He wanted more, but the half buried penis in his ass was demanding something else entirely.

 

“Just returning the favor,” Seifer assured, his tone deceivingly innocent. He smirked triumphantly when Squall shivered violently, though he wasn't sure what the cause was. He wagered a guess as the brunet shifted back slightly, attempting to impale that sexy body further onto his engorged organ.

 

“Move,” Squall urged, deciding between the two pleasures and rocking back.

 

With a smirk, Seifer shifted his hands to rub lower along an arching back. “Patience,” he spoke huskily, silently giving himself the same order. As tight heat clamped around his length, he groaned, but didn't push in any deeper. “Good things come to those who wait,” he said, his voice now rather strained and his words sounding more like a mantra used to steady his own resolve.

 

“Bastard,” Squall hissed, shuddering on the brink of the pleasure he needed. The lower Seifer's hands traveled the greater his anticipation built. He could practically feel the rough grip on his hips, indicative of the thrusts that came after.

 

After several painstaking minutes, Squall clutched futilely at the cold tile of the shower wall, fingers curling in a mix of pleasure and pained need. As good as the dexterous massage felt along his back, working to sooth the soreness created from carrying a heavy pack on his shoulders, it wasn't enough.

 

With a sharp inhale of steamy air, Squall bit his lip to keep from speaking out when Seifer's hands finally reached his hips. Relaxing, his hands ceased their desperate scratching and opened to steadily keep him in place.

 

Seifer vaguely wondered at the obvious pleasure Squall received from having his cock buried deeply. Most of his coherent thoughts melted away when he finally gripped the brunet's slim hips. Squeezing ever so slightly in warning, he thrust forward, driving himself all the way in and causing vocal pleasure to sound from them both.

 

Lip trapped between his teeth, Squall vainly tried to keep his betraying voice silent. Whimpering cries were still heard as each thrust sent him reeling. As heated friction built, he thrust back to meet each thrust of Seifer's. The sound of wet slapping began to rise above the sound of the shower's spray and his continued moans rose above it all.

 

“Fuck,” Seifer cursed, unable to keep from letting lose and pounding into the moaning kitten as hard as possible. Generally, he didn't like to abuse the tight opening unless there were copious amounts of lubricant laved to lessen the friction and ease the stretching, and even then it was being abusive to the entrance that wasn't meant to have a cock mercilessly pushed in and out. Yet, the stoic man was unusually vocal and he was only human, so he ground into Squall without restraint. It seemed all the submissive beauty could do to remain standing, unable to thrust back under the force he repeatedly used.

 

Confident that Squall was strong enough to take it, Seifer reached a hand around and began to stroke the brunet's leaking erection.

 

“Do you love me?” the blond grunted in question.

 

It was several moments before Squall attempted to answer. “Ahhn.”

 

“Do you love me?” Seifer reiterated, knowing full well the strained moan had been an affirmative.

 

“Y-yes!” Squall cried out, panting for the air to breath and speak.

 

“Do you like it when I fuck you hard?” Seifer questioned, his voice heavy with lust.

 

“Yes,” Squall hissed out, the ex-knight's calloused thumb swiping over the head of his throbbing length.

 

Pumping faster, Seifer proceeded to jerk Squall off, giving the younger man every bit of pleasure he could. His quickened thrusts left the unraveled man without wait between spiking pleasure from a stimulated prostate.

 

With one final question begging to be asked, Seifer made certain to time it just right. Underhanded methods were his trademark. Lucky for him, he didn't have to struggle to find the right moment, or even think very hard amidst his lust crazed mind.

 

“Seifer!” Squall cried, his pleasure paramount.

 

Increasing his strokes, Seifer asked, “Will you marry me?”

 

“Nngh!”

 

Growling out in frustration, Seifer fought valiantly to keep his train of thought when he too was so close. “Will you marry me?” he questioned once more, his voice deeper with need and his tone clip with forced restraint.

 

Arching painfully, Squall cried out in blind abandon as his orgasm hit. Unhinged and detached from reality, he struggled to remain standing while Seifer finished and numbing pleasure ran its course.

 

Wholly satisfied with himself, Seifer jerked Squall off until there was nothing left, his own end not far behind. With a few final thrusts that milked his ejaculating organ dry, he tenderly wound his arms around the smaller man and assisted in keeping the boy upright.

 

Chest rising and falling, Squall slowly stood up, smiling contently as Seifer's softened length slid out of him. Leaning back against a firm chest, he allowed the blond to clean him up, a final rinse to rid himself of sticky release, inside and out.

 

As Seifer nuzzled dark wet hair, he grinned like a Cheshire cat. It was several moments before Squall seemed to notice anything.

 

“What?” the brunet mumbled with mild curiosity. While the sex had been no less comparable to some of their greatest sessions, he wouldn't have considered it the best, not in the sense that it warranted such a ceaseless smile.

 

“You said `yes',” Seifer stated, his smile brightening.

 

“I said `yes'?” Squall questioned.

 

“When I asked for your hand, you said `yes'.” Seifer almost laughed at the confusion that overtook the brunet's attractive face.

 

“Bastard,” Squall hissed, finally realizing what that last question had been. “That doesn't count.”

 

Chuckling, Seifer reached out and turned the tap off, afraid to know if they'd be billed for using too much water. “I know it doesn't, but it does mean it won't take ten years to convince you,” he said with a victorious glint in jade green eyes.

 

TBC…

 

A/N Okay, yes I did bring up the whole marriage thing. But, if it's any less of a cliché, I don't actually intend to have them get married within the time frame of this story, or even become engaged. Sadly, I'm thinking the next chapter will be it. I'll jump around a bit and give everyone a final moment and bit of an end, and of course steer back on track with the whole GF hunt. I do have other Seifer/Squall stories in mind. I've already started one. For those of you who can't stand mpreg, I also have another idea in the works, thought it's an AU. If it helps, the one I plan on posting next only mentions the pregnancy.