Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Rewards Come to Cowards Too ❯ T3h Retaliation ( Chapter 2 )

Part Two I guess, though it could stand alone? *shrug* oo; Inspiration from the reviews, in which I was asked for Squall's retaliation twice over. It came to me while on vacation, and is actually a really old fic idea I wanted to put on paper anyway. *laughs* So I guess this for you guys.. Cranked up the heat a little, 'n'at. ^^ I actually had this written and uploaded on another site for a couple months now, and didn't realize that it wasn't on here. ^^; Sorry for anyone who was kept waiting.

Hope you like! Squall may be a teeny bit OOC, but it worked, and was sexy, so this is me caring: *raspberry*

A growl and the hard, blunt thudding sounds of bare-fisted boxing permeated the room. The punching bag hung from the ceiling quivered violently at every assault, swaying back and forth through the humid air. Its opponent had been attacking it relentlessly for three continuous hours, and was tiring quite a bit. Golden locks stuck to his forehead, secured there by the natural glue of human sweat. It rolled in small droplets down the tight pectorals and chiseled abs of the teen, and came to darken the fabric of his boxers as it was absorbed.

It was the time in between dusk and night, where the sky is mostly black but few stars have shown their faces. The day had been long and trying, with the search for the commander endlessly proving fruitless. However, none of this particularly bothered the blonde. Sure, he was impatient and angry that his hometown had been infiltrated, but at least it gave him the chance to come home. He'd been worried about his mother. No, what bothered him was his own commander's attitude.

Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he reared back and thrust his fist into the abused equipment once more, channeling his frustration into a means of training. Squall had been even more aloof than usual lately, which, in Zell's opinion, had to be quite the accomplishment. It didn't really shock him, because he had previously assumed from the way Squall was always tense while they were in Balamb, that something had happened in the family that was pretty important... But why did he just have to be such a complete ass about it?

"Son of a bitch..." he muttered to himself and hit the bag again. "Goddamned introverted jerk!" He began a rhythmic sort of pattern. He was becoming angrier, simply because he saw no reason to calm himself down, hence his rare use of vulgar language. "Bastard can't even pull his head out of his own ass long enough to give a shit about anyone else's problems... Don't even know how the hell he nailed commander; prick must've given some pretty amazing head to Cid." It was here that he paused in his efforts at the sheer disgust that flowed through him. He shivered at the thought, and then began again. A solid, vicious punch emphasized each word, causing the bag he was hitting to groan threateningly. "Domineering, arrogant, sadistic, suicidal, introverted, apathetic, bastardly, depressing, antagonistic, moody, Seifer-wannabe! Why-the hell-do you have to be so-"

He slumped, finally, in exhaustion. His knees buckled beneath him and hit the floor, and his upper body simply leaned against the beaten piece of equipment.

"Seifer-wannabe, huh? Don't you think that one was a little harsh?"

Zell's eyelids snapped open and his body whirled onto his feet. His eyes widened considerably at the sight of Squall standing at his door, wearing nothing but his white t-shirt and a pair of faded black jeans. "You!"

"You were pretty accurate on everything else, however, if I do say so myself."

"Why the hell are you in my house? How long have you been here?'

"Your mother let me in, and about ten minutes."

The realization set in that Squall quite possibly could have seen his entire episode just then. It hurt his ego, and this in turn spiked his anger even further. He didn't bother with words, and instead simply took three large steps towards his commander and swung. Having started the martial arts when he was four years old, it was never a huge concern to him as to whether he'd be good enough to fight his opponent...he'd always simply assumed that he was the more superior fighter.

He soon discovered that Squall wasn't commander for nothing, however, and a few seconds of pain and a very loud grunt later, Zell found his arms bound at his back, which was now facing Squall. Not willing to be done in so easily, he continued to struggle. He tossed his body from right to left, he leaned forward, and tried to kick back in between Squall's legs, but his energy was spent in vain, as the only thing he accomplished in the long run was a light sheen on Squall's forehead, and the tousling of his already-messy hair.

It did, however, minutely console him that he did make the almighty Squall Leonheart break a sweat.

Zell swore long and violent, and did eventually give up. Expecting to be blown off and chided for his passionate behavior, as that seemed to be the only response he received from Squall in the past few days, he slumped and allowed his head to flop forward in a sign of resignation.

His unspoken prediction proved wrong, though, as his entire body was promptly heaved (quite hard, he noticed) onto his bed. His face landed directly onto his pillow, and he had only seconds to be impressed before a warm, heavy weight settled on his tailbone. He turned his head to the left, enabling him to breathe, and caught two hands going for the back of his head. His instincts began to kick in and adrenaline positively flooded his veins...and then all he could manage was a boneless lean into the mattress.

God, how he loved head scratches.

But...wait...what? Through the foggy pleasure at his scalp, Zell's brain managed to realize a few things about the situation: Squall, in his room, on top of him, giving him a head scratch, after he had just completely insulted him and went so far as to attack him. It was then that he found words to summarize this, and decided that they had to be spoken. Or, rather, mumbled into his pillow, but just the same..."What the hell?"

Squall didn't pause in his assault on Zell's body, but simply moved lower to knead at the tense muscles in the teen's neck. Just when the blonde didn't think he'd answer (and didn't really care at the moment), the brunette took a deep breath. "I was thinking about that time we were on our way to Galbadia."

That caused Zell to tense back up from the memory, which was immediately relieved with a long, firm stroke down the very center of his spine to the elastic of his boxers, then back up to the sensitive spot between his shoulder blades. It brought a violent shiver throughout his body (he was ticklish, after all, and on top of that, slightly aroused from the feel of Squall's steady hands working his body). "Mmhmm...?"

There was a slight shift in weight, as if Squall had shrugged or itched his nose, and then, "It was something else to wake up to you. With my head pillowed on your legs. I could feel the heat of your body through your shorts, against my cheek..."

Zell suddenly wished he was wearing those very shorts, but couldn't quite form a complete sentence, as Squall's fingertips were now digging into and massaging the corded muscles of his sides and lower back.

"It was so good to lay there and take in the way you smelled... How smooth the skin of your hands felt when you smoothed them over my body..."

Zell was now restraining himself from grinding against the bed. He wasn't quite fully aroused, not yet, but the deep purr that was pouring from his leader's lips coupled with the fact that his fingers were now dipping below his boxers (God help him) was beginning to get him more hot and bothered by the second. "Mmnn?"

And then the world began to spin, because Squall, with all the smoothness and grace in the world, took a hold of his boxers and slipped them from his body in one single movement. Even more maddeningly so, he continued on in his explanation as if Zell were clothed in a parka and bunker pants. "You wouldn't leave me alone, Zell. I'd wake up sometimes, raging hard, from dreams where I got to feel that heat against my whole body. You wouldn't fucking leave me alone, and there was nothing I could do about it. Because you were there every day..."

Zell couldn't decide if he was more horny or lethargic.

"And every time we'd touch, it was agony..."

There were times, of course, where they did touch. It was only natural, since they were fighting so constantly. They had each carried each other around before, nursed each others' injuries, bathed, and clothed each other... He knew Squall's body like he knew his own, but it wasn't particularly intimate. It didn't feel like it, anyway. But... was he getting at the same thing?

"So I decided that since you obviously weren't going to do much about what you started, I was going to have to finish this. Hope you don't mind." With that, he went back to work, kneading and feeling, grabbing and groping wherever he felt he wanted to, yet still keeping it innocent enough to make it look like a massage.

It was driving Zell absolutely insane.

Once the SeeD commander finished with his butt, thighs, calves and feet, he got up momentarily. The blonde on the bed, now hopelessly focused on A, his arousal, and B, the lack of warmth at his back, keened in distress at the loss, but was soon quieted as a now-very-nude Squall Leonheart smoothed his body against his friend's from the bottom up.

The feeling of their flesh gliding together was electric, but it was nothing compared to Squall's next actions.

A tongue teased the outer edge of his ear ever so lightly while hot, moist breath blew over it in a rhythmic pattern. And then that voice, that god damned sexy voice of his, whispered itself straight into his other head. "And if you do mind, Zell Dincht, well... I guess I'm just going to have to convince you, aren't I?"

Zell lost his composure, then, and flipped his body over (rather awkwardly, as not only was his body virtually unresponsive with his bones the consistency of jello, but Squall wasn't exactly weightless, either) and captured the stoic brunette's mouth. Their groins ground against each other roughly as the two teens attacked each other in a wave of passion, the heat from their bodies causing droplets of sweat to form on the surface of their taut bodies. Personally, the blonde couldn't even remember the last time he'd gotten laid (which was a rather bruising blow to his ego, but he'd entertain that later), and with how busy Squall had been the past month or so, he couldn't have had time to get laid. If he had, Zell would be quite impressed. Probably jealous, too.

Regardless, the brunette seemed no more out of practice than if he had taken a class an hour before hand, and as Griever landed between Zell's pectorals in a soft, cold slap, the blonde shivered and kissed his commander full on the mouth. Their teeth hit where their lips were parted, but only for the second that it took for them to give way as well. As their tongues battled, Zell groped and grabbed wherever he could, trying to feel as much of Squall's body as he could. The other SeeD, however, had other ideas.

With a not-so-gentle shove, Squall pinned Zell to the bed with one hand. With the other, he smoothed his soft brown hair out of his eyes. "No. For making me wait, we're doing this my way. That means you, Zell Dincht, have to lay there, or I will cuff you to your bed and you can explain the marks on your posts to your mother when I'm finished with you."

Zell tried to be difficult and resist, but Squall was sitting right on his cock, and that just made things ten times more difficult. So he did as he was told.

Squall smirked, then, in satisfaction, and continued. "Furthermore, you will not touch me until I say so. Your eyes, however, will never leave my body. Understood?"

Zell gulped, his mouth suddenly dry, and stared in avid curiosity as to what Squall had in mind. However, he forgot to answer.

Squall noticed this. With a gleam in his eye, he ground his backside into Zell's manhood, punctuating his request. "Understood, soldier?"

"Yes! Yes, fuck, yeah..." Zell murmured, giving a tiny thrust into the stimulation. He had never told anybody, but having a superior pull rank over him kind of turned him on. Even though he was no longer a cadet, and he wasn't sure why Squall had used it, the name still turned him on. Maybe the fetish was mutual. So with Squall rubbing his ass against him and calling him inferior position titles, he was shocked that he hadn't climaxed yet simply out of the sheer eroticism of it all. Little did he know, Squall wasn't done with him.

"Now, a little payback for what you do to me." With that, the brunette reached up and touched two fingers to his bottom lip before his tongue snuck out from between soft lips and lapped at them. He trailed down to the groove between them, and then licked up the underside of them, taking his time to put on a good show. It was one of his fetishes, he supposed; he had always wanted to perform for someone. Who'd have thought, huh? Mimicking certain actions on his fingers, he smoothed his unoccupied hand down his chest and swirled around one nipple before pinching it, hard. It brought a gasp out of both boys' throats.

Zell was in agony. To be this close to the object of months of lusting, to have him performing right on his crotch for gods' sakes, and to not be able to touch him was torture enough. However, he followed his orders obediently and watched in hazy fascination as Squall took his two lubricated fingers, reached down, and inserted them into himself, all the while pinching and twisting both nipples to bruised fruition. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted, and his back arched prettily like Zell had seen it do while Squall was fighting with Seifer. A low, throaty growl was heard from the commander as he prepared himself, and Zell's fingers simply ached to run down his superior's body. Please, if this is some sort of dream, don't let me wake up... Please...

Squall, in the meantime, had finished with the nubs on his chest and was trailing the fingers down the center of his stomach. At his navel, he circled the indention briefly, but didn't linger, as his real focus lay only inches lower. He opened his eyes and met those of the one beneath him, and smiled, just as he took his cock in hand.

Tears of frustration nearly came to Zell's eyes. He didn't know if Squall had added another finger or not, but quite frankly, he didn't really care, either. He wanted to fuck the brunette so hard that his ears bled, right now, and was getting dangerously close to begging the other teen. He wouldn't, not yet, but he might eventually.

Squall groaned quietly as he stroked himself slowly. He took note of the fact that Zell was nearly pleading with him, but he wouldn't make the blond sink to that. He wouldn't, himself, so he saw no reason to force it upon others. It was still fun, though. He also observed with pride that Zell's hands were still resting on either side of him. When he thought he was relaxed and prepared enough, he freed both hands from their tasks and shifted back a few inches, gripped Zell by the shoulders, and then pulled him into a sitting position. Their faces were so close that Squall had to tilt his head to keep their noses from bumping, and watched in quiet amusement as his friend-gone-lover closed his eyes in anticipation. He leaned over, then, so that his lips were next to the other boy's ear, and licked at the earlobe delicately before whispering, "Now, Zell, and you're gonna last just as long as I do."

The response was nearly instantaneous, as the blond grabbed onto the two muscular thighs in front of him, wrapped them around his waste, and slid into the blonde none-too-kindly. Squall hissed and clenched his jaw, his body becoming taut at the painful entry, and he was thankful that Zell was momentarily stunned so that he could give his body a little time to adjust. Zell wasn't huge, but he wasn't inadequate, either, and his body was not going to be pleased with him come morning. Regardless, he liked a little pain with his pleasure, and even before Zell, he began to move. The action was quite painful from the lack of lubricant, but he would manage. Zell murmured something vulgar and attacked his throats with kisses and nips, while Squall tilted his head back and enjoyed himself. Though he was taking the bottom role here, he was still dominant over the blond, and this pleased him.

Zell was in heaven. He could taste the salty tang of Squall's skin on his tongue, and his hands were scratching red trails down the teen's muscular back. Squall was riding him-dear god-roughly, and he didn't trust his voice enough to attempt to form words. Instead, he employed it with more simple duties, such as giving Squall Leonheart the biggest shoulder-hickey he'd ever gotten in his life. Their hips rolled and bumped against each other, creating a pleasing rocking motion, and the friction between them fueled Zell's body further. He could feel sweat run down his temple, but didn't let go of the beautiful teen in his lap.

In fact, he squeezed tighter with one arm, and, sensing the slow approach of his release, reached between them to pump Squall's weeping erection. In a moment, Squall's own hand unabashedly covered Zell's and sped the rhythm of his strokes. Zell chewed on the inside of his lip and moved in counterpart to the commander's bouncing, slamming deeper than before.

It didn't take long after that for Squall to climax. His body drew tight around Zell, his back arched, and his teeth caught his bottom lip in a brutal clench that would leave it bruised and swollen soon after. Zell came not long after, clamping onto the brunette tightly, spilling his seed into the teen.

Afterwards, when Squall had fallen forward onto the bed and was content to lay and bask in the afterglow, Zell had reached out and tucked a tuft of hair behind the other boy's ear. When he had received no protest to his touch, he continued to run his fingers through his friend's limp, sweaty locks, scratching lightly and massaging in tiny circles. It was apparent that Squall was enjoying his ministrations, as the commander's breathing slowed significantly-he had fallen asleep.

The blond pulled the brunette close to him and rested his chin on the top of Squall's head. Closing his eyes with a lazy, sleepy smile, he basked in the smell of spice and sex, and prayed to whomever was listening that his mother did not walk in on them while they slept.

Author's Notes: My god, this took forever to finish. Like, seriously. I'm really sorry. But! Tis the sequel to the first part, tra-la-la-la-la... Hehe... Hope it was worth it to those who were actually waiting! Please review. Or, if you don't review, at least read it more than once. ^_^