Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Always and Forever ❯ Always and Forever ( One-Shot )

hveRating: NC-17

Pairings: SeiferxSquall

Yes, this is yaoi. If you don't like it, don't read. Also, I don't own Squall or Seifer, they belong to Square. I'm just borrowing them for this fic, and I'm sure they won't mind.

This is my first lemon fic, so please be kind. I can tolerate flamers, but would prefer not to deal with any.

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"How long will you be going for?"

"About a month. My father's making me come along… wants to spend time with me, or so he says."

"Hn… alright."

"I'll miss you, Squall."

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Squall Leonhart walked away from seeing off his friend, Rinoa Heartilly. That girl had an obsession with him, he decided. She was always hanging around him and throwing comments that revealed her true feelings. She had fallen for him, but he didn't like her in that way. He considered her more of a sister figure. Rinoa had helped him open up his feelings, to wander out of his icy, anti-social shell that he placed around himself. She showed him the pleasures of being with friends, of laughing and of trusting. He had protected her not because he felt for her, but because she had helped him so much, and she had become such a good friend.

He'd been through so much since he got to Balamb Garden. And he miraculously managed to live through it all. From the start he'd developed a rivalry with Seifer Almasy, the then Disciplinary Committee leader. They'd occasionally run into each other and end up nearly killing each other. Seifer would start everything. He'd throw in a comment, and Squall wouldn't respond. Seifer would keep shooting insults until he challenged Squall to a fight. Since Squall wasn't one to back down from a fight, he'd accept. The rest of the day would pass by in a blur until their little `training session', as they called it, would begin. They'd go forever, the rest of the world just fading, leaving only them and their gunblades. Every nerve would be on alert, muscles would be coiled, ready to spring if needed. Each and every time, Squall would return more mangled than Seifer. Every night Squall would question himself. What made him lose his concentration? Night after night the question would play on repeat through his mind until an answer finally came.

It was Seifer.

Seifer was the cause of his downfall. Squall would find himself gazing at Seifer's face, into his dark green eyes. He'd find himself slowly drowning until Seifer would meet his gaze, eyes narrowing, daring him to make a false move, to falter. They'd resume their fighting and Squall's gaze would return to Seifer's face. He'd note the little beads of sweat inching their way down his face, finally resting on his lips. It would be then that Seifer's tongue would sneak out, to re-moisten his dry lips, and an involuntary shudder would wrack Squall's body, wanting to feel those lips against his. It would be then that Seifer would lash out, and he would fall. It would be then that Seifer would shake his head, almost pitying Squall. It was then that he'd threaten him to improve or he'd beat him again, and he'd walk away, leaving a battered and confused Squall gazing after him, eyes cloudy with confusion, wondering why he'd lost. He'd return to his room and fall into a restless sleep, wondering why, until he realized that Seifer was the cause of all his distraction.

It wasn't something he'd like to admit, that another man was his weakness. So he kept his feelings hidden, day-by-day. Eventually the time came when Ultimecia took control of Edea, and eventually recruited Seifer to her side. When Seifer became her personal knight and fought against Squall on the parade float, it was for real. It wasn't just `training'. Squall couldn't let himself get distracted, knowing if he did, the world, or at least all his friends, would be in danger, so he kept his attention on the steel blade of Lionheart, his gunblade. He hated to defeat Seifer, and his heart went out to him as he crouched low, admitting his defeat though not quite believing it. And after his fight with Ultimecia, in control of Edea, when that ice shard pierced his chest and gravity pulled him off the float, he could swear he heard Seifer's voice shout his name, and for a brief instant, concern flashed through his glorious emerald eyes before Squall's world went black.

The time he was tortured at the desert prison at the hands of Seifer, he could see it in his eyes that he didn't really want to do it. Seifer would look at him with such pleading eyes, filled with such concern, that Squall was ready to pass out from his body's reaction, but that was when a jolt of electricity would pass through him, preventing his escape into the world of blackness. He would almost hear Seifer's sad, apologetic voice, even though it would only be a whisper. "I'm sorry, Squall… I'm sorry…" But Squall had managed to convince himself that it was a trick of his abused and delusional mind, because he had heard it when the blackness was starting to consume him.

Each and every run-in after that, and Squall felt the same. He didn't want to hurt Seifer, but had to. Mechanically, he'd duel with Seifer and win, pitying him when he fell, for he looked like a broken child. After he'd leave with his party, he'd force himself to forget anything happened. Fighting the final battle with Ultimecia, he remembered how sad Seifer looked, and when he delivered the final blow, he thought, "This is for Seifer, you bitch. For controlling him and not letting him have free reign to do what he wanted." It scared him how much he cared for Seifer, as arrogant as he could be.

Now it was the end of the Ultimecia incident, and Rinoa had gone for a month. He felt so alone now; the one person who could make him open up and talk had left. He felt at a loss, but he was glad that Rinoa wasn't there, hanging off of him. He could never see her that way.

He glanced at his watch. It was only 5 in the afternoon. He had plenty of daylight left to wander around to find something to do. Squall made his way back to his room and studied himself in the mirror. He was wearing his usual leather pants with the three belts and his favorite black hiking boots. He shrugged off his biker jacket and his white tee shirt, opting for something different. He fumbled around his closet until he came across a simple long-sleeved shirt in blue, which would bring out his eyes. After pulling it on he threw on a long black trench coat and made sure his Griever pendant was still visible. Running a hand through his unruly chocolate hair, he glared at the scar across his forehead. It was a mark of Seifer, just as Seifer bore his mark. Striding out of his room he decided to go to the local club, if not just for a few drinks.

Once there he seated himself in a corner, away from any people. Squall ordered a beer and looked around, taking the club in. In one corner, diagonal from the door, was a large cleared away area, just for dancing. A little to the left of that was a raised stage where the DJ stood and spun the music. Little tables filled up all the remaining space, save for the other corner where the bar stood, complete with stools in front. He sighed, feeling lonelier now than before. He resumed his looking and fixed his gaze on the door, watching people enter and leave. The waitress came and handed him his beer, which he downed pretty quickly and looked up at the door, eyes widening. Tall, blonde and handsome was coming his way. Seifer Almasy was oozing sex appeal with his current outfit: Tight black leather pants, low slung, that looked painted on, complete with a metal chain around his waist for effect. He also wore a dazzling green silk button up shirt with the top few buttons undone, so Squall could get a view of his muscular chest.

It seemed like Seifer hadn't noticed Squall there, for he looked around and sighed, slightly slumping in posture. He kept walking straight and saw a familiar face, but one hat he didn't think frequented this club. He almost had to chuckle to himself. He came looking for love and saw Squall. Might as well sit with him, he figured.

"Hey Squall! Didn't know you came around here!" started Seifer, dropping into the seat across from Squall.

Finishing his beer and ordering another one, Squall responded, "Yea, didn't know you came here either. Just came for the hell of it, you know, to escape the world around us in a nice beer."

Seifer knew what he was talking about. That was the reason he came too.

"So, uh, where's Rinoa?" he asked, after looking around and noticing that the brunette wasn't hanging off Squall like she usually was.

"Gone for a month," he took a sip of his beer before continuing, "visiting her father or something."

"Ah. I'm sure you're missing her already, aren't you?" Seifer responded, a bit nervously, almost not wanting to hear the profession of love that followed.

"Yea, she's a great friend. One of the only people to get me to talk, heh, and now you are too," Squall responded, not noticing the brief look of happiness on his former rival's face.

One beer later, each, and they were more comfortable around each other, though Squall wouldn't let himself gaze into Seifer's eyes too much; he didn't want to lose himself and lose all restrain. What he didn't know, though, was that Seifer was having the same problem.

"Well, it's pretty late, so I guess I better be going, work tomorrow and all," Squall said, standing up.

"Mm, yea… guess I should be going too. Heh, I wonder if my old room is still vacant at the Garden…?"

Squall chuckled, "I'm pretty sure it is, come on."

They arrived at Seifer's room.

"Well, here's your room and your key," Squall present said item to Seifer.

Squall turned around to go to his own room when he turned around again to wish Seifer goodnight, and at that same moment Seifer had stepped forward to thank him. When Squall turned he found himself staring into Seifer's green eyes, as Seifer found himself gazing into Squall's smoky blue eyes. For a minute, time stopped and gravity pulled the two together. They stopped when their lips stopped inches apart and stayed that way for a few seconds before finally closing the distance.

The slow and hesitant kiss quickly turned more passionate as tongues warred with each other, needing to be in control. Seifer's hand, all the while, fumbled with his room key and finally opened it, pulling Squall in and locking the door behind him. They pulled each other to the bed until Seifer's legs bumped against the side of it. His hand inched its way up Squall's face, caressing the smooth skin he found, and buried itself in his chocolate hair, marveling in its softness. Squall's hand snuck around to the back of Seifer's neck, pulling him closer, thus deepening the kiss. They finally separated as both needed oxygen. The stood, facing each other, when Squall smiled. It was a small smile, but to Seifer, it was so much more. That small, rare smile conveyed Squall's feelings, namely his feelings for Seifer. Seifer smiled back and began kissing Squall again, only this time, instead of running his hands through his hair, he positioned them at the buttons of Squall's blue shirt, fumbling to open them, longing to run his fingers over his smooth abdomen.

He was having a hard time with the buttons, especially since his fingers were sweaty, but was able to open the shirt when Squall's fingers joined his before moving to Seifer's shirt, furiously working the buttons open. While Squall was working, Seifer was busy moving his hands up and down Squall's chest, enjoying its smoothness. Squall mimicked the action on Seifer's chest once he was able to work the buttons open. As Seifer's fingers brushed over Squall's nipples, Squall moaned against Seifer's mouth that, encouraged, began pinching and twisting.

While enduring this sweet torture, Squall's hands snaked around of Seifer's shirt, over his smooth hips, and stopped right by the front of his pants. First removing the small metal chain, Squall quickly removed Seifer's pants, or tried to, as they were so snug on his body that it required more than a little effort.

"Damn Seifer… these pants tight enough?" murmured Squall in between kisses.

Seifer chuckled and teased, "Why, these are my loose pants!".

With a slight growl Squall pushed Seifer's shirt off his body and pulled away for a bit, enjoying the milky appearance given off by the moon's glow. Starting to tug down the tight leather, he was stopped by Seifer's hoarse whisper.

"You're wearing too many clothes. Don't even think about removing any more of mine until I remove some of yours."

At once, Seifer's hands assaulted Squall's body, pushing his shirt off. Squall quietly hissed in surprise as the cold metal of his Griever pendant fell across his flushed skin. Seifer's hands still hadn't stopped. They started tugging at his belts, first fumbling, then furiously pulling.

"Damnit Squall, why do you wear so many belts? I swear, it's like a DO NOT ENTER sign or something"

Squall could only pant in response as he quickly divested himself of his belts and allowed Seifer to tug off his pants. Squall had long since kicked his boots off.

Squall's hands reached around the back of Seifer's neck, pulling him in for a close kiss before sliding over his back down to his pants. Hooking his thumbs over the waist, he slowly pushed down, exposing Seifer's proud erection.

Squall removed himself from Seifer's lips and started kissing his way down his chest, flicking his tongue over Seifer's over-sensitive nipples and swirling his tongue around his navel, which earned more than a few moans and gasps from Seifer.

Still licking his navel, Squall ran his fingers very lightly over Seifer's shaft, and grinned to himself as his hips bucked in a desperate attempt to receive the friction he needed. Squall removed his fingers and placed a feather-light kiss on Seifer's shaft before licking it, as a small child licking a lollipop.

With his fingers firmly planted on Seifer's lips, he quickly plunged his entire shaft into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head repeatedly, while Seifer ran his hands through Squall's chocolate locks, ready to fall over from the sensations he was experiencing.

After a few minutes of Squall's ministrations, Seifer was ready to go over the edge.

"Squall…" he began, but what he was going to say was forgotten as Squall's hands moved from his hips to his balls, fondling them. With that, Seifer shot his seed into Squall's waiting mouth.

After Squall licked his lips he stood up and kissed Seifer, who tasted his own essence in his mouth. During the kiss, Seifer pulled down Squall's boxers and started stroking his member until Squall pushed Seifer onto the bed, Squall atop of Seifer, his Griever pendant cooling Seifer's chest, which was rapidly rising and falling.

Squall's right hand moved to Seifer's opening, and his right hand started caressing his skin. Wordlessly, Seifer handed Squall a small tube who, quickly, smeared some on his throbbing erection and on his fingers before discarding the tube somewhere.

"Are you-?" Squall asked, concern filling his smoky blue pools.

Seifer shook his head.

Squall nodded, "I can't promise it won't hurt, but I'll make it as painless as I can"

With that, he rose to kiss Seifer passionately while moving his lubed finger to his entrance. So lost in the feeling of Squall's tongue in his mouth, he didn't notice as one, then two, and finally three fingers entered him. He did notice, however, as they slowly began pumping in and out, and he responded with a slight whimper.

"Ssh," Squall reassured him before claiming his lips again.

Soon, something bigger than Squall's three fingers pushed up against Seifer's entrance. Squall gazed into Seifer's eyes, silently asking for permission. When Seifer nodded, Squall swiftly thrust in and remained there for a moment, allowing Seifer to get used to him.

Seifer moaned. He was so overwhelmed by the feeling he was experiencing. He never could imagine it would feel this good to be filled. He soon began moving his hips to let Squall know he was ready.

Squall then starting swiftly moving in and out, and after a few thrusts hit Seifer's special spot each time, causing waves of pleasure to drown Seifer. With each thrust, moans rippled out of both Squall and Seifer.

As he felt himself nearing the edge, Squall grabbed hold of Seifer's newly awakened erection and began pumping it. He tried to hold off his own orgasm until Seifer experienced his, and succeeded.

Seifer, from the combination of being filled and getting stroked, quickly orgasmed, moaning Squall's name and shooting his seed into Squall's hand. Soon after, Squall climaxed as well, yelling Seifer's name as he filled him with his essence.

Squall pulled out of Seifer and collapsed next to him.

"That, was wonderful," breathed Seifer in between pants, "You know Leonhart, for a long time I was unsure of my feelings for you. Tonight has helped me reach my decision. I love you."

Squall allowed himself another small, rare smile, and responded, "I love you too."

Squall kissed Seifer's forehead and settled down to sleep, smiling when he felt strong arms embrace him, asking a silent question.

"No, Seifer, I will never leave you. I promise. I'll love you, always and forever."

*Hides in a pile of schoolbooks* Well, that was my first lemon. What'd you think? I know I forgot to mention their scars, but that can be overlooked, can't it? Review! Maybe I'll write more! ^-^