Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Embrace ❯ Beautiful Embrace ( One-Shot )

Title: Beautiful Embrace

By: Squall-sama

Warning: NC-17, PWP, Lemon, Fluff/Sap, SeiferxSquall, Squall's POV!

Disclaimer: I don't own Squall or Seifer, Squaresoft does… along with all those other nice people that created them. So don't sue… I'm not in a good mood right now…

Notes: This is all from Squall's POV and it switches from first person to semi-third person, while all still in Squall's POV!!! How do I do it? I have no clue!! Just bear with it… also, there is a part where Squall talks about `wolves' it's supposed to be the gang: Zell, Quistis, Irvine, Selphie… etc.

 

~Beautiful Embrace~

 

I wish I could just run to my lover's arms right now; run right into his strong embrace, to hide from all the `baddies' in the world and the ones right down the hall. I wish I could feel his muscular, but not overly so, arms tighten around my rather petite frame—compared to his. I wish I could feel his warm breath tickling the back of my neck like he always likes to do just to make me smile or laugh. I wish I could feel his smooth unscathed, perfectly tanned skin caress mine in the erotic manner, which we love to do so when we're making love. I wish I could feel his long sword-calloused fingers run over my heated flesh as our bodies are joined in our lovemaking.

 

I wish I could look upon his brilliant smile again—not the malicious smile that he always has plastered on his arrogant face, but the real smile that only I'm allowed to see, the sweet smile he gives me when I've done something silly and I make him laugh. I wish I could run my thin fingers through his spiky blond hair and brush those few unruly strands away from his beautiful emerald eyes. I wish I could hear his deep velvety-rich voice as he whispers in my cold ear, “I love you, my beautiful Lionheart…”

 

But most of all, I wish I could touch his lips with my own; I wish I could be holding his much larger and stronger body in my eager embrace—my scrawny arms greedily wrapped around his muscular neck, pulling him closer to my neglected pink lips until we finally touch. Finally touch, touch me… I can feel his lips—even those are strong, pressing urgently to my own, pulling me to him—pulling my heart—my whole soul into his welcoming embrace and I cry for more…

 

For more of his kiss; for more of his touch, more of his heart, body and soul. I let him pull me into him as he guides us to our shared and comfortable bed. I let him lay my shaking and urgent body down upon our bed as he kisses my needy lips and sensitive flesh right below my chin where I love it the most. I arch into his welcomed touch as he trails his teasing fingers down my now exposed abdomen, and I moan loudly from the pleasure. He chuckles and nips at my left nipple which is now very hard and very sensitive as the rest of my body is—he has that effect on me.

 

I moan again and weave my fingers into his short locks of golden hair, holding it in my usual death-grip. He doesn't mind though, I know because if it did he would tell me. His hands have found their way into my leather pants; one is gently kneading the back of my left hip while the other has found its way to my neglected cock which is dripping with pre-cum now. I arch into his hand but he pulls it out of my pants before I can get those teasing fingers to do any more. He laughs and leans back up to kiss me, I just whine and beg for more.

 

“Shhh, slowly—soon my love…. So impatient.” I only whine more and try to glare at him but it turns into a very pathetic pout instead. His smile has reached ear-to-ear now, and he moves back down my waist as his hands pull my pants down with his movements. Oh god, that feels so good to be able to breathe again, but not for long… then he finally touches my neglected member, yes! I faintly hear myself moan for more as he increases the pressure on my weeping cock. Then the pressure I had really been wanting comes to me; I sigh happily and can barely hold back the tears of joy as I feel the warm, wet heat of his luscious mouth and lips wrap around my strained manhood.

 

The pleasure is almost too much to bear as he begins a slow torturous rhythm, bobbing his head up and down my shaft, encircling it with his skilled tongue and stabbing at the slit at the head of my engorged penis. I cry out as I feel a thick finger probe at my entrance and enter smoothly even without lubricant. Oh god, now I'm on the edge, but he's keeping me there and won't let me come until he's decided he wants me to. Perfect, but I love this game we play, the way he tortures me until I'm screaming—begging for release. He continues his slow torture on my cock as another digit finds its way into my tight passage, damn he's good.

 

I wish he would just stop playing the damn game now and fucking let me come—I want it, I need it and I let him know so, but he only hums against my painfully erect member and adds, yet another finger to the other two that are deep inside me, probing and pushing until they've found that special spot that makes me scream with abandoned lust and need to feel his engorged cock inside me. Finally, finally, he relents and takes his perfect lips from my swollen member, along with those damn fingers from my now stretched entrance and he carefully positions his gorgeous cock at my waiting hole.

 

More, I want more and I push against him just in time to meet with his cock and he fills me completely in one swift motion. I cry out, it hurts, but it feels the world of goodness and sweet erotic pleasure. I desperately grab for something, anything to hold onto because I feel as though I'll lose myself in the unwanted darkness if I don't. He senses that, and laces his strong but gentle fingers with mine in a possessive embrace that tells me I am his and only his, and that he is mine for all eternity. I smile weakly and find his perfect lips upon mine in a loving manner as he slowly begins to rock in me, letting me get used to the intrusion that I would take gladly any time and any day.

 

I cry and moan and wail in his ears as he picks up the tempo and starts to move within me a little faster until I am being slammed up against the headboard of the bed. I can feel it now, the point where our level of lovemaking has reached its pinnacle and the only feeling is utter ecstasy, and the only way down is through the joyous spiral that entangles both of us as we scream our pleasure together in the one true moment of love and hate as I come for us out, and he comes for us within.

 

I can feel his essence—his seed within me, and I know he will never leave me and that he truly loves me as I love him…. Even with the hurtful scars we left on each other's faces, we both know it wasn't meant out of spite or hate, but jealousy and complete adoration for the other, and now we look upon it as a test and a strengthening experience to only bond our souls together eternally. I can still feel him rocking inside me, even after he has met his release. He won't leave me until we are both completely drained and exhausted and every last ounce of his seed is within me and I have truly been marked as his own—I already belong to him, I have for as long as I can remember, but he still treats it as if it were our first.

 

Finally he pulls his limp cock out of me and rolls over to my side, pulling me into his protective and loving embrace. He kisses the top of my damp unruly hair as I snuggle against his chest a little more and he whispers in my ear, “I love you my Sleeping Lionheart.” I smile and close my eyes, welcoming the Sandman and his pouch full of sleeping dust, but just before waking night can take me, I whisper to him, “I love you too, Seifer Almasy…”

 

 

I curl in on myself as the sweet memories slowly start to seep away from my shaking, pain-racked body, trying to keep them there as long as possible.

 

I hate them, I hate them all… they want me to open up, they want me be more `social', they want me to talk and laugh with them…. But how in the hell am I supposed to do that when they treat me like I'm such a goddamn child and like I'm nothing but another mission, a patient that has to be cured and then thrown to the wolves again? How?

 

They are the wolves, they are the ones that hurt the most when I try to look to them for support and they show anything but that.

 

I wish he was here.

 

I wish I could run into his protective embrace and hide from all the vicious `wolves' that only want to tear me to shreds and rip my soul from my body so they can experiment on it and change it to be just like them—sheep! Wolves in sheep's clothing… they hate, spite and hate some more, but when somebody else feels that way, it's a sin…

 

I HATE THEM!!

 

I hate them with a passion—a passion that burns so strong, it even threatens to consume my love for him…. Come back to me, come home into my arms where we'll both feel safe and I can touch your sweet hard lips to my own and know… know that everything will be all right.

 

I hold myself a little tighter, curled up like a cat, in the corner of our bed, tremendous sobs racking my slight frame. I just want it all to go away, to go far, far away where nobody will ever tell me what to do or how to act… or who to love…

 

“Squall…” What? No, it couldn't be… could it?

 

“Squall…” Impossible…

 

“Squall…?” Oh my god… he's back…

 

“Squall… why are you crying love?” Yes… I'm crying… I'm crying now because I finally have you back, that's why I'm crying.

 

“Squall, don't cry…” I won't cry anymore—you're back, why should I have any reason to cry anymore… YOU'RE BACK!!

 

… I'm back, in that wonderful, powerful, protective, loving, beautiful embrace…

 

We're back… together.

 

“Don't ever leave me again…” He smiles.

 

“I won't, my beautiful Sleeping Lionheart…”

 

Together…

 

 

~owari~