Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Puppy Love ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Rain Camui 
Seifer x Squall. Yaoi, Lemon. Sequel to "Sex Kitten" and "Insatiable Bunny".
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.16.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Seifer x Squall. Yaoi, Lemon. Sequel to "Sex Kitten" and "Insatiable Bunny".
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.16.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
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Title: Puppy Love 1/1 (Sequel to "Sex Kitten" and "Insatiable Bunny")
Author: Rain
Pairing: Seifer x Squall
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Smut, POV
AN: I never thought this would have to be said, but please do not steal my fan fiction.
For: Bondless, Diana, Akuma, Honorableshadow, Balinesenoneko, and Noiresensus. Thank you very much for your support. m(_ _)m
Puppy Love:
Insatiable bunny, huh? I smirked at the thought. Pretty clever. Pretty accurate - minus the cuteness and fluffiness and the thought of rainbows and flowers and all that crap.
My little sex kitten. If he wants to give me a nickname, I sure as hell better live up to it.
"What're you smirking about?" Irvine said, stealing a cigarette from the pack I had on the table.
"Nothing." Leaning back in my chair, I crossed my arms behind my head and grinned.
"Uh-huh. You look like the Cheshire cat." This made me grin more. "Just thinking," I replied casually. Irvine continued to study me from across the table, inhaling deeply and blowing the smoke in my face. "You look so satisfied with yourself," he stated.
"When is he _not_ satisfied with himself," Rinoa cut in, pulling out a chair and sitting daintily at the table. "Poor Squall. What the hell did you do to him, Seifer?" She jabbed me with her finger, making me wince.
"Could you not do that until you're de-clawed, cat woman?" I scowled at her, rubbing the shoulder she had poked. "And what do you mean about Squall? I didn't do anything." It was hard to prevent the smirk from coming back. Little kitten had been limping worse than usual.
"Oh, please. He went to see Dr. Kadowaki this morning, but he wouldn't tell me anything, and neither would she. So, what did you do?" she demanded.
Rinoa is one woman no one should mess with. Sure, she's cute, with her almond shaped eyes and that raven colored hair. But underneath it all, she is the devil. If not the devil, one of his little minions that take pleasure in not only torturing other people, but making other peoples business her own. When Squall and Rinoa were together... Squall was _not_ the dominant one in that relationship. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if the she-devil used a strap on to fuck him. And when Rinoa and I had that brief fling over the summer, that crazy bitch refused to do anything other than S&M.
A shiver racked through my body at the thought. Some things could not be forgotten.
"Hello?!"
Bang!
"Ouch! What the hell was that for?" I demanded, flinching back from Rinoa and her raised fist. The side of my head pulsed in the aftermath from the slap she delivered to my head.
"Answer my question! I'm worried about him!" If Rinoa were feline, I'd imagine all the hairs on her back would be bristled now. "He's been walking around the Garden like a zombie for the past month and a half! He has dark circles under his eyes, he's constantly limping, and whenever you come around, he flinches!" Rinoa raged, hands waving erratically in the air. "Are you beating him?! I swear, Seifer, if you lay a _finger_ on him, I'll scratch your eyes out," she growled.
"Calm down, cat woman." With a wave of my hand, I brushed her off. "I'm not beating Squall. The exact opposite, actually. I make him feel _really_ good," I smirked, which made Rinoa scrunch her nose in disgust.
"From my recollection, you're not as good as you think you are," she mumbled. Running a hand through her hair, some of the tension left her soldiers as she sat back in her chair. "What are you planning to do for your anniversary?"
"Anniversary?" I repeated, suddenly dumbstruck.
What is today...? What is today...?
"Your anniversary," Rinoa began with fire entering her voice again, "is today, you sad excuse for a boyfriend!" If Irvine hadn't jumped out of his chair, Rinoa would have pounced on me, claws already extended. "I can't believe you, Seifer! How could you forget, you asshole! Do you know how important today is? You better make it special for him! He's been so miserable ever since he got together with you!"
"Fuck you, Rinoa," I snapped. "You really think I don't give a shit about Squall, that I don't try to do whatever is in my power to make him fucking happy?" Now she had hit a nerve and I was giving her the reaction she was looking for. "Squall means everything to me. Excuse me if I forgot our fucking anniversary, I'm only fucking human. He's the only one who was there for me when all of you turned your goddamn backs!" Blood rushed through my veins, a blazing hot fire that made my heart pound and my ears ring. Rinoa sat back in her chair, looking ashamed and refusing to meet my gaze.
"Just making sure," she muttered, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "See you guys later." She excused herself quickly and disappeared from the cafeteria. When she was gone, Irvine looked at me and clapped his hands. "Nice job. Maybe now she'll stop being an overprotective mother hen and start trusting Squall to you."
I grunted in response, reaching for a cigarette and lighting it.
"Hey, man. We all know how much Squall means to you," he tilted the side of his hat, winking, "It's not about sex with you two, we know that. And believe it or not, we actually think you guys are soul mates, as corny as that sounds. Rinoa is just giving you a hard time because she doesn't want to see Squall's heart get broken, so don't hold it against her."
I said nothing in reply, reaching for my cigarette and glaring at the rounded table. "What the hell do I get him for our anniversary?"
"It's your one year?"
I nodded.
"Well, there's several things you can get him," Irvine smirked.
"What?"
"Come with me."
*~*~*
"Seifer, what's going on?"
I smirked, refusing to answer as I dragged Squall into one of the Garden cars. With Irvine's help, I was able to plan out a decently romantic evening for the two of us.
"But-"
"No 'but', just trust me." I started the car and backed out the driveway, all the while enjoying the confused look on Squall's face. "Let me make this night perfect for you," I smiled - one of those smiles that was reserved for not only special occasions, but special people. And so far, Squall was the only one of those people.
"Seifer..." Squall looked at me, his storm-colored eyes full of emotion. "Thank you." It was such a simple word, but one that meant a lot to me.
"Stop it," I said in a fake feminine tone, "You're making me blush."
Squall smiled, appreciation still clear in his eyes. He turned his eyes forward, watching the road. Moonlight filtered in through the windows, his warm-colored hair glimmering in silver light. Never had he looked so peaceful and content in all the time I knew him. It was one of those moments where you wished time would stop and you could stay forever in that moment, never ending. And before anyone calls me a pansy, screw you. Love makes you stupid.
"Where are we going?" Squall asked, tilting his head to the side and glancing at me through his bangs.
"First, we go to dinner and celebrate," I said, lighting a cigarette and rolling down the window. "Irvine suggested this restaurant that's located under the Balamb hotel. You can see underwater and everything. Sounds kinda cool."
"You didn't have to do this for me," Squall frowned.
"Don't look at me like that. Sure, the restaurant is expensive as hell, and I'll have to eat air for the next three months, but whatever will put a smile on your pretty little face." I poked his nose with my index finger. "So smile."
Squall continued to gaze at me, unsure. I reached over, squeezed his hand, then let go quickly before all this cheesiness shriveled my nut sack. From the corner of my eye, I saw Squall lift a hand to his face, covering his mouth which had let out a soft chuckle. Obviously, he was amused with my discomfort over our mushy behavior. Fucker.
*~*~*
Our dinner was nice and quiet. We had been given our own private area; a small dark corner lit only by candlelight, plush velvet cushions, and a large window with a view of multi-colored fish. Squall seemed to melt right into the atmosphere, his stormy eyes glazing over with mist, and his body sinking into the cushions. The more wine he drank, the heavier his eyes became; long dark lashes nothing but shadows against his cheekbones.
"Someone is getting drunk," I smirked as soon as I felt a sock-covered foot inch it's way up my thigh. Squall moaned in response, licking rose-petal lips and stretching his body; more feline than ever before. He arched his neck back against the wall, leaving his pale swans-throat exposed. Tiny hands moved across his chest, slipping between the buttons of his black silk shirt, eliciting a gasp from his parted lips.
"Could I get you anything el-" The waiter stopped mid-sentence, eyes locked on the display Squall was putting on. When Squall looked up at him through heavily lidded lashes, the waiter swallowed hard and ran from the table.
I chuckled. "Naughty kitty. You scared off our waiter."
"Then you better take me home and fuck me soon, otherwise I'll climb on this table and start fucking myself." His voice came out lust-filled and raspy, sending jolts of sensation straight to my cock. Imagining Squall on the rounded table, back pressed against the smooth cold metal, legs spread wide, one foot dangling over the edge... And those fingers, deep inside him, thrusting in and out as he threw his head back and moaned, brown hair matted to his forehead from sweat...
"Let's go," I growled, arousal hard and aching. Squall moaned with delight, eyes still half-lidded, lips wet and stained with red wine. Rising in one fluid motion from the cushions, Squall swayed a bit before walking over to me. One hand used my shoulder for support as he stood on his toes to whisper in my ear, "I don't want to make love tonight. I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't get out of bed tomorrow." His other hand reached down to stroke my cock, two fingers pinching the head through my pains. I growled in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. "Remember you said that, kitty."
"Mmm, I will," he sighed. "Let's get out of here." With that said, I pulled Squall to my side, paid quickly for dinner, and practically carried him to the car since he was so busy nibbling on my neck. I don't think that restaurant will be happy to have us as guests again.
"Seifer..." Squall turned in the passenger chair to look at me; one leg on the ground, the other bent and pressed against the back of the chair. "Watch me," he whispered, one hand fiddling with the button to his pants, and the other sent buttons flying from his shirt. With half a mind, I managed to start the car and begin the drive back to Garden. The other half was transfixed on porcelain skin, revealed little by little by two hands sliding across the surface.
"Leave your shirt on," I instructed. Squall was about to shrug out of his shirt, but at my command, he stopped and leaned against the door panel. His black silk shirt was left wide open, my eyes feasting from his smooth hairless chest, down to his hidden treasure, still concealed by gray pants. He twisted a little in his chair, rolling down the window, and returned to his original position, facing me.
"I want to feel your hands on me," Squall breathed, lifting his hips a little to slide his pants down. "I want you to touch me," he begged, gazing up at me through his lashes.
"I want to see you touch yourself," I replied, adjusting my arousal because my pants had become too tight. Squall moaned, arching his neck back, half his head hanging out the window. The breeze blew most of his hair to the side, along with his shirt flapping behind him... He looked like some kind of super model doing a photo shoot, his eyes locked on mine, his body twisting with heat...
Then two little hands began crawling down his chest... down his bellybutton... past his hardened arousal.... then between his legs.
"Can you see?" he moaned, adjusting his legs for me. He placed one foot on the compartment between the two seats, and the other on the dashboard, allowing me an unobstructed view of his opening. "Mmm," he moaned, bringing two fingers to his mouth and sucking on them. His tongue slid over the two digits, saliva glistening in the moonlight. I could almost feel that mouth wrapped around my cock, his tongue gliding up and down my shaft. It was always so tight and warm in that cavern, teeth lightly scraping the veins...
"Seifer," he said, returning my attention to the fingers swirling against his opening. I licked dry lips, waiting in anticipation as the first finger slid deep inside him with no resistance. He bit his lower lip, moaning with passion. One finger sliding in and out of his opening, the muscles tight around him.
"Does it feel good?" I groaned, reaching into my pants and grasping my arousal.
"Yesss," he hissed, adding a second finger to the first. He moved them in and out, slowly at first. "Seifer... I want you to fuck me. I can't wait," he pleaded, the fingers gaining speed as he looked at me. The foot he had placed on the dashboard began pushing against it; the sounds of plastic bending mixing in with the moans coming from Squall's mouth. His fingers became a blur as they gained speed, Squall's hips coming down to meet the thrusting digits. Head thrown back, hanging outside the window, Squall screamed into the night, his fingers finding that special spot deep inside of him.
"Seifer, fuck me!" he groaned, adding a third finger. "I want your cock inside of me. Now!"
I pulled the car to the side of the road, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Squall stopped his ministrations immediately, breath heavy, heart pounding. He ripped off my belt and threw it into the backseat, followed quickly by my pants and shirt. Nails scraped double lines down my chest, a new trademark of Squall's that he liked to leave on me.
In one swift movement, Squall engulfed my arousal to the hilt. Burying my hands in his hair, I pulled the silken strands as hot fire wrapped around me. That tongue I had been admiring minutes ago was now swirling in erratic circles around my cock, his lips sealed tight around the base, and his head moving up and down as friction set my body aflame. I thrust my hips up, meeting his mouth, pushing myself deeper and deeper into that warm cavern. Squall moaned in delight, sitting on his knees in the passenger chair. His hand slipped between his legs, and as I turned my head, was able to see those fingers slide back into his hole.
It was too much.
"Come with me," I growled, pulling his head from my cock and opening the door. Squall looked at me, one hand on the dashboard, the other between his legs. His lips were swollen; hair windblown. He reminded me of a stray cat, sitting there on his knees, confusion written all across his features. All he needed was a collar and a bell.
"Come on," I said, offering him a hand as he climbed over from the passenger chair and out the drivers door.
I walked over to the front of the car, glad to have left the headlights on. Squall shivered against the wind, silk shirt billowing behind him like a cape. Well, he wouldn't be cold much longer.
"Bend over," I commanded, moving him over to the front hood.
Squall did as he was told, standing at the center of the car and bending over.
"Spread your legs."
He spread them, raising his ass and looking over his shoulder. "Fuck me," he moaned, "Please, I need it."
"I love it when you beg," I smirked, moving behind him, rubbing my hands against his bottom. Squall gasped as I spread his cheeks apart, cold wind kissing his moist opening. "You want this?" I teased, pressing the head of my cock on his hole. "I know you do." Twisting my hips in circles, Squall whimpered as my manhood sent sensations down his shivering spine. When he pushed back against me, I grabbed his shoulder with one hand, his hair with the other, and slammed myself deep inside him. Squall threw his head back with a scream, his body warm and tight around my throbbing erection.
"Oh, God," he moaned, fingernails scraping against the hood of the car. He leaned back into my thrusts, his whole body shaking. "Your cock feels so good." He lifted one leg onto the bumper, spreading himself wider and swallowing more of my cock. I looked between his legs, noting a hint of blood, before focusing on the tight opening that squeezed my cock tighter and tighter with each thrust.
"I love watching my cock go in you," I hissed, pounding into that stretched hole. "And you love my cock inside you, don't you? Filling you up, touching all the right places..." I pounded harder, eliciting screams and moans as Squall cried out my name. "How does it feel, Squall? How does my cock feel?" I demanded, growing harder and closer to release with each word. It was so tight, so warm. Squall reached an arm out, grabbing onto the back of my neck. The changed angle of him standing upright, back pressed against my chest, leg still on the bumper, made his body even tighter around me. "It feels good. It feels sooo good," he cried, reaching down to grasp his cock, stroking in time to my thrusts.
"Make me cum," he begged. "I need to cum. You feel too good."
I growled against his ear, slamming into him harder and biting his neck until I tasted blood.
"Fuck me harder!" he cried, stroking his cock faster, a gasp escaping him as I hit that spot. "Oooh, God!" He fell forward against the hood, chest now resting against the smooth paint. I grabbed his slim waist, digging my nails in as I pounded more screams from his mouth. Both arms were spread out in front of him, balled into fists, sliding up and down the hood from the force of my thrusts. Legs spread wider, his hole opening up to me again, and I lost it.
Euphoria raced through my veins and into Squall as the world shattered into millions of pieces. Pulse after pulse of hot cum rushed inside him, sliding out of his opening as I continued to thrust after orgasm. I could feel his own completion as the muscles tightened around me, my name spilling from his lips as his body became limp.
"Mmm, that was nice," he sighed, head still pressed against the hood.
I smirked, still trying to catch my breath and gather my senses.
I stepped back from him, watching with satisfaction as I pulled out and cum dripped down his legs. "Mine," I said possessively, reaching for his hand and helping him stand up.
"I love you," Squall smiled, dazed from his orgasm. "Happy Anniversary."
"Happy Anniversary," I repeated, helping him into the car. When I got in on the other side, I reached into the glove compartment and placed a small box in his hand. "Here, this is for you."
Squall widened his eyes in surprise, a little energy returning to his body. "Seifer... you didn't have to..."
"Just open it," I replied, slapping him lightly on the head.
With hands shaking, Squall opened the box, pausing. I watched his face go from delighted to irritated in a split second. Holding up clear blue anal beads, he glared at me. "Seifer," he growled.
I laughed at him. "You can wear those wherever you go. It'll give people a _real_ reason to ask what's stuck up your ass."
He punched me playfully on the arm, placing the beads back into the box. "I'm glad I didn't have time to get _you_ something yet."
I chuckled. "Lift the velvet from the box I just gave you."
Squall did as he was told. It seemed he was no longer enjoying his present.
Then he froze, widened eyes meeting mine in shock.
"Now everyone will know you're mine." I reached for the ring hidden under the velvet. It was a simple white gold band, but three small diamonds were placed on the top. "So where it everywhere, kitty." I placed the ring on his shaking finger, smirking at his reaction; it was the first time I had seen him nervous.
"Okay, now back to Garden," I said, starting the car.
"Seifer..." Squall looked at me. "Thank you."
And again, that simple 'thank you' was enough.
~ Owari ~
AN: I'm a little rusty when it comes to fics and lemons now. I didn't realize I had been gone from the fandom so long. But hopefully, I'll get back into the flow of things soon, and my lemons and writing will be a lot better than this one. ^^
Title: Puppy Love 1/1 (Sequel to "Sex Kitten" and "Insatiable Bunny")
Author: Rain
Pairing: Seifer x Squall
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Smut, POV
AN: I never thought this would have to be said, but please do not steal my fan fiction.
For: Bondless, Diana, Akuma, Honorableshadow, Balinesenoneko, and Noiresensus. Thank you very much for your support. m(_ _)m
Puppy Love:
Insatiable bunny, huh? I smirked at the thought. Pretty clever. Pretty accurate - minus the cuteness and fluffiness and the thought of rainbows and flowers and all that crap.
My little sex kitten. If he wants to give me a nickname, I sure as hell better live up to it.
"What're you smirking about?" Irvine said, stealing a cigarette from the pack I had on the table.
"Nothing." Leaning back in my chair, I crossed my arms behind my head and grinned.
"Uh-huh. You look like the Cheshire cat." This made me grin more. "Just thinking," I replied casually. Irvine continued to study me from across the table, inhaling deeply and blowing the smoke in my face. "You look so satisfied with yourself," he stated.
"When is he _not_ satisfied with himself," Rinoa cut in, pulling out a chair and sitting daintily at the table. "Poor Squall. What the hell did you do to him, Seifer?" She jabbed me with her finger, making me wince.
"Could you not do that until you're de-clawed, cat woman?" I scowled at her, rubbing the shoulder she had poked. "And what do you mean about Squall? I didn't do anything." It was hard to prevent the smirk from coming back. Little kitten had been limping worse than usual.
"Oh, please. He went to see Dr. Kadowaki this morning, but he wouldn't tell me anything, and neither would she. So, what did you do?" she demanded.
Rinoa is one woman no one should mess with. Sure, she's cute, with her almond shaped eyes and that raven colored hair. But underneath it all, she is the devil. If not the devil, one of his little minions that take pleasure in not only torturing other people, but making other peoples business her own. When Squall and Rinoa were together... Squall was _not_ the dominant one in that relationship. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if the she-devil used a strap on to fuck him. And when Rinoa and I had that brief fling over the summer, that crazy bitch refused to do anything other than S&M.
A shiver racked through my body at the thought. Some things could not be forgotten.
"Hello?!"
Bang!
"Ouch! What the hell was that for?" I demanded, flinching back from Rinoa and her raised fist. The side of my head pulsed in the aftermath from the slap she delivered to my head.
"Answer my question! I'm worried about him!" If Rinoa were feline, I'd imagine all the hairs on her back would be bristled now. "He's been walking around the Garden like a zombie for the past month and a half! He has dark circles under his eyes, he's constantly limping, and whenever you come around, he flinches!" Rinoa raged, hands waving erratically in the air. "Are you beating him?! I swear, Seifer, if you lay a _finger_ on him, I'll scratch your eyes out," she growled.
"Calm down, cat woman." With a wave of my hand, I brushed her off. "I'm not beating Squall. The exact opposite, actually. I make him feel _really_ good," I smirked, which made Rinoa scrunch her nose in disgust.
"From my recollection, you're not as good as you think you are," she mumbled. Running a hand through her hair, some of the tension left her soldiers as she sat back in her chair. "What are you planning to do for your anniversary?"
"Anniversary?" I repeated, suddenly dumbstruck.
What is today...? What is today...?
"Your anniversary," Rinoa began with fire entering her voice again, "is today, you sad excuse for a boyfriend!" If Irvine hadn't jumped out of his chair, Rinoa would have pounced on me, claws already extended. "I can't believe you, Seifer! How could you forget, you asshole! Do you know how important today is? You better make it special for him! He's been so miserable ever since he got together with you!"
"Fuck you, Rinoa," I snapped. "You really think I don't give a shit about Squall, that I don't try to do whatever is in my power to make him fucking happy?" Now she had hit a nerve and I was giving her the reaction she was looking for. "Squall means everything to me. Excuse me if I forgot our fucking anniversary, I'm only fucking human. He's the only one who was there for me when all of you turned your goddamn backs!" Blood rushed through my veins, a blazing hot fire that made my heart pound and my ears ring. Rinoa sat back in her chair, looking ashamed and refusing to meet my gaze.
"Just making sure," she muttered, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "See you guys later." She excused herself quickly and disappeared from the cafeteria. When she was gone, Irvine looked at me and clapped his hands. "Nice job. Maybe now she'll stop being an overprotective mother hen and start trusting Squall to you."
I grunted in response, reaching for a cigarette and lighting it.
"Hey, man. We all know how much Squall means to you," he tilted the side of his hat, winking, "It's not about sex with you two, we know that. And believe it or not, we actually think you guys are soul mates, as corny as that sounds. Rinoa is just giving you a hard time because she doesn't want to see Squall's heart get broken, so don't hold it against her."
I said nothing in reply, reaching for my cigarette and glaring at the rounded table. "What the hell do I get him for our anniversary?"
"It's your one year?"
I nodded.
"Well, there's several things you can get him," Irvine smirked.
"What?"
"Come with me."
*~*~*
"Seifer, what's going on?"
I smirked, refusing to answer as I dragged Squall into one of the Garden cars. With Irvine's help, I was able to plan out a decently romantic evening for the two of us.
"But-"
"No 'but', just trust me." I started the car and backed out the driveway, all the while enjoying the confused look on Squall's face. "Let me make this night perfect for you," I smiled - one of those smiles that was reserved for not only special occasions, but special people. And so far, Squall was the only one of those people.
"Seifer..." Squall looked at me, his storm-colored eyes full of emotion. "Thank you." It was such a simple word, but one that meant a lot to me.
"Stop it," I said in a fake feminine tone, "You're making me blush."
Squall smiled, appreciation still clear in his eyes. He turned his eyes forward, watching the road. Moonlight filtered in through the windows, his warm-colored hair glimmering in silver light. Never had he looked so peaceful and content in all the time I knew him. It was one of those moments where you wished time would stop and you could stay forever in that moment, never ending. And before anyone calls me a pansy, screw you. Love makes you stupid.
"Where are we going?" Squall asked, tilting his head to the side and glancing at me through his bangs.
"First, we go to dinner and celebrate," I said, lighting a cigarette and rolling down the window. "Irvine suggested this restaurant that's located under the Balamb hotel. You can see underwater and everything. Sounds kinda cool."
"You didn't have to do this for me," Squall frowned.
"Don't look at me like that. Sure, the restaurant is expensive as hell, and I'll have to eat air for the next three months, but whatever will put a smile on your pretty little face." I poked his nose with my index finger. "So smile."
Squall continued to gaze at me, unsure. I reached over, squeezed his hand, then let go quickly before all this cheesiness shriveled my nut sack. From the corner of my eye, I saw Squall lift a hand to his face, covering his mouth which had let out a soft chuckle. Obviously, he was amused with my discomfort over our mushy behavior. Fucker.
*~*~*
Our dinner was nice and quiet. We had been given our own private area; a small dark corner lit only by candlelight, plush velvet cushions, and a large window with a view of multi-colored fish. Squall seemed to melt right into the atmosphere, his stormy eyes glazing over with mist, and his body sinking into the cushions. The more wine he drank, the heavier his eyes became; long dark lashes nothing but shadows against his cheekbones.
"Someone is getting drunk," I smirked as soon as I felt a sock-covered foot inch it's way up my thigh. Squall moaned in response, licking rose-petal lips and stretching his body; more feline than ever before. He arched his neck back against the wall, leaving his pale swans-throat exposed. Tiny hands moved across his chest, slipping between the buttons of his black silk shirt, eliciting a gasp from his parted lips.
"Could I get you anything el-" The waiter stopped mid-sentence, eyes locked on the display Squall was putting on. When Squall looked up at him through heavily lidded lashes, the waiter swallowed hard and ran from the table.
I chuckled. "Naughty kitty. You scared off our waiter."
"Then you better take me home and fuck me soon, otherwise I'll climb on this table and start fucking myself." His voice came out lust-filled and raspy, sending jolts of sensation straight to my cock. Imagining Squall on the rounded table, back pressed against the smooth cold metal, legs spread wide, one foot dangling over the edge... And those fingers, deep inside him, thrusting in and out as he threw his head back and moaned, brown hair matted to his forehead from sweat...
"Let's go," I growled, arousal hard and aching. Squall moaned with delight, eyes still half-lidded, lips wet and stained with red wine. Rising in one fluid motion from the cushions, Squall swayed a bit before walking over to me. One hand used my shoulder for support as he stood on his toes to whisper in my ear, "I don't want to make love tonight. I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't get out of bed tomorrow." His other hand reached down to stroke my cock, two fingers pinching the head through my pains. I growled in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. "Remember you said that, kitty."
"Mmm, I will," he sighed. "Let's get out of here." With that said, I pulled Squall to my side, paid quickly for dinner, and practically carried him to the car since he was so busy nibbling on my neck. I don't think that restaurant will be happy to have us as guests again.
"Seifer..." Squall turned in the passenger chair to look at me; one leg on the ground, the other bent and pressed against the back of the chair. "Watch me," he whispered, one hand fiddling with the button to his pants, and the other sent buttons flying from his shirt. With half a mind, I managed to start the car and begin the drive back to Garden. The other half was transfixed on porcelain skin, revealed little by little by two hands sliding across the surface.
"Leave your shirt on," I instructed. Squall was about to shrug out of his shirt, but at my command, he stopped and leaned against the door panel. His black silk shirt was left wide open, my eyes feasting from his smooth hairless chest, down to his hidden treasure, still concealed by gray pants. He twisted a little in his chair, rolling down the window, and returned to his original position, facing me.
"I want to feel your hands on me," Squall breathed, lifting his hips a little to slide his pants down. "I want you to touch me," he begged, gazing up at me through his lashes.
"I want to see you touch yourself," I replied, adjusting my arousal because my pants had become too tight. Squall moaned, arching his neck back, half his head hanging out the window. The breeze blew most of his hair to the side, along with his shirt flapping behind him... He looked like some kind of super model doing a photo shoot, his eyes locked on mine, his body twisting with heat...
Then two little hands began crawling down his chest... down his bellybutton... past his hardened arousal.... then between his legs.
"Can you see?" he moaned, adjusting his legs for me. He placed one foot on the compartment between the two seats, and the other on the dashboard, allowing me an unobstructed view of his opening. "Mmm," he moaned, bringing two fingers to his mouth and sucking on them. His tongue slid over the two digits, saliva glistening in the moonlight. I could almost feel that mouth wrapped around my cock, his tongue gliding up and down my shaft. It was always so tight and warm in that cavern, teeth lightly scraping the veins...
"Seifer," he said, returning my attention to the fingers swirling against his opening. I licked dry lips, waiting in anticipation as the first finger slid deep inside him with no resistance. He bit his lower lip, moaning with passion. One finger sliding in and out of his opening, the muscles tight around him.
"Does it feel good?" I groaned, reaching into my pants and grasping my arousal.
"Yesss," he hissed, adding a second finger to the first. He moved them in and out, slowly at first. "Seifer... I want you to fuck me. I can't wait," he pleaded, the fingers gaining speed as he looked at me. The foot he had placed on the dashboard began pushing against it; the sounds of plastic bending mixing in with the moans coming from Squall's mouth. His fingers became a blur as they gained speed, Squall's hips coming down to meet the thrusting digits. Head thrown back, hanging outside the window, Squall screamed into the night, his fingers finding that special spot deep inside of him.
"Seifer, fuck me!" he groaned, adding a third finger. "I want your cock inside of me. Now!"
I pulled the car to the side of the road, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Squall stopped his ministrations immediately, breath heavy, heart pounding. He ripped off my belt and threw it into the backseat, followed quickly by my pants and shirt. Nails scraped double lines down my chest, a new trademark of Squall's that he liked to leave on me.
In one swift movement, Squall engulfed my arousal to the hilt. Burying my hands in his hair, I pulled the silken strands as hot fire wrapped around me. That tongue I had been admiring minutes ago was now swirling in erratic circles around my cock, his lips sealed tight around the base, and his head moving up and down as friction set my body aflame. I thrust my hips up, meeting his mouth, pushing myself deeper and deeper into that warm cavern. Squall moaned in delight, sitting on his knees in the passenger chair. His hand slipped between his legs, and as I turned my head, was able to see those fingers slide back into his hole.
It was too much.
"Come with me," I growled, pulling his head from my cock and opening the door. Squall looked at me, one hand on the dashboard, the other between his legs. His lips were swollen; hair windblown. He reminded me of a stray cat, sitting there on his knees, confusion written all across his features. All he needed was a collar and a bell.
"Come on," I said, offering him a hand as he climbed over from the passenger chair and out the drivers door.
I walked over to the front of the car, glad to have left the headlights on. Squall shivered against the wind, silk shirt billowing behind him like a cape. Well, he wouldn't be cold much longer.
"Bend over," I commanded, moving him over to the front hood.
Squall did as he was told, standing at the center of the car and bending over.
"Spread your legs."
He spread them, raising his ass and looking over his shoulder. "Fuck me," he moaned, "Please, I need it."
"I love it when you beg," I smirked, moving behind him, rubbing my hands against his bottom. Squall gasped as I spread his cheeks apart, cold wind kissing his moist opening. "You want this?" I teased, pressing the head of my cock on his hole. "I know you do." Twisting my hips in circles, Squall whimpered as my manhood sent sensations down his shivering spine. When he pushed back against me, I grabbed his shoulder with one hand, his hair with the other, and slammed myself deep inside him. Squall threw his head back with a scream, his body warm and tight around my throbbing erection.
"Oh, God," he moaned, fingernails scraping against the hood of the car. He leaned back into my thrusts, his whole body shaking. "Your cock feels so good." He lifted one leg onto the bumper, spreading himself wider and swallowing more of my cock. I looked between his legs, noting a hint of blood, before focusing on the tight opening that squeezed my cock tighter and tighter with each thrust.
"I love watching my cock go in you," I hissed, pounding into that stretched hole. "And you love my cock inside you, don't you? Filling you up, touching all the right places..." I pounded harder, eliciting screams and moans as Squall cried out my name. "How does it feel, Squall? How does my cock feel?" I demanded, growing harder and closer to release with each word. It was so tight, so warm. Squall reached an arm out, grabbing onto the back of my neck. The changed angle of him standing upright, back pressed against my chest, leg still on the bumper, made his body even tighter around me. "It feels good. It feels sooo good," he cried, reaching down to grasp his cock, stroking in time to my thrusts.
"Make me cum," he begged. "I need to cum. You feel too good."
I growled against his ear, slamming into him harder and biting his neck until I tasted blood.
"Fuck me harder!" he cried, stroking his cock faster, a gasp escaping him as I hit that spot. "Oooh, God!" He fell forward against the hood, chest now resting against the smooth paint. I grabbed his slim waist, digging my nails in as I pounded more screams from his mouth. Both arms were spread out in front of him, balled into fists, sliding up and down the hood from the force of my thrusts. Legs spread wider, his hole opening up to me again, and I lost it.
Euphoria raced through my veins and into Squall as the world shattered into millions of pieces. Pulse after pulse of hot cum rushed inside him, sliding out of his opening as I continued to thrust after orgasm. I could feel his own completion as the muscles tightened around me, my name spilling from his lips as his body became limp.
"Mmm, that was nice," he sighed, head still pressed against the hood.
I smirked, still trying to catch my breath and gather my senses.
I stepped back from him, watching with satisfaction as I pulled out and cum dripped down his legs. "Mine," I said possessively, reaching for his hand and helping him stand up.
"I love you," Squall smiled, dazed from his orgasm. "Happy Anniversary."
"Happy Anniversary," I repeated, helping him into the car. When I got in on the other side, I reached into the glove compartment and placed a small box in his hand. "Here, this is for you."
Squall widened his eyes in surprise, a little energy returning to his body. "Seifer... you didn't have to..."
"Just open it," I replied, slapping him lightly on the head.
With hands shaking, Squall opened the box, pausing. I watched his face go from delighted to irritated in a split second. Holding up clear blue anal beads, he glared at me. "Seifer," he growled.
I laughed at him. "You can wear those wherever you go. It'll give people a _real_ reason to ask what's stuck up your ass."
He punched me playfully on the arm, placing the beads back into the box. "I'm glad I didn't have time to get _you_ something yet."
I chuckled. "Lift the velvet from the box I just gave you."
Squall did as he was told. It seemed he was no longer enjoying his present.
Then he froze, widened eyes meeting mine in shock.
"Now everyone will know you're mine." I reached for the ring hidden under the velvet. It was a simple white gold band, but three small diamonds were placed on the top. "So where it everywhere, kitty." I placed the ring on his shaking finger, smirking at his reaction; it was the first time I had seen him nervous.
"Okay, now back to Garden," I said, starting the car.
"Seifer..." Squall looked at me. "Thank you."
And again, that simple 'thank you' was enough.
~ Owari ~
AN: I'm a little rusty when it comes to fics and lemons now. I didn't realize I had been gone from the fandom so long. But hopefully, I'll get back into the flow of things soon, and my lemons and writing will be a lot better than this one. ^^