Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Rough Sex ❯ Rough Sex ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Rough Sex
By Andromache
E-mail: silverfireangel@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for the love of God!
set to:
Rough Sex (All Night Grinder Mix)
Lords of Acid

Disclaimer: I lay no claim to Quistis and Seifer and the rest of the FF8 gang. Rough Sex belongs to Lords of Acid. Sue me not.

(All lines set off from the regular text are song lyrics.)
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Love, Love is the answer...
Fuck that, bitch!

Quistis could not even hear a word that was exchanged between the two couples sitting in front of her. They sat around a round, glittery black table inside of a club in Balamb. It was not that the music was too loud. The music, although loud techno, was not the issue at all. Instead it was the fact that she refused to hear what they said. Rinoa sat on Squall's lap and teased him about something and shyly kissed his cheek or lips when she got the chance. Selphie was lightly hitting Irvine's arm whenever his head turned to look at another girl. Zell was dancing with the girl from the library quite provocatively on the dance floor which in between flashes of darkness pulsated with bright neon lights.

The whole display made her sick. She was the only one of the group there without a date, much to the chagrin of both Selphie and Rinoa, who had attempted to set her up on a date with a guy that she barely knew in passing. The attempt to initiate Quistis in the cult of attachment sickened her and made her feel even less like dating someone no matter how lonely she already was. She could really do without the public displays of affection though. The others seemed to taunt her with their simpering looks and quiet whispers of affectionate nothings.

Quistis wanted those things to happen to her one day, but she wanted to retain her dignity when that day came. She would not turn into the simpering little arm decoration that so many of the other girls that she knew became when they started to date. She was not that kind of woman. There would be sincerity in her eyes when she gazed into the eyes of her lover and whispered that she loved him. For now though, the other person only existed in her mind.

She absentmindedly excused herself to go the bathroom and got up and left the table. She made her way through the sweaty crowd and arrived inside the bathroom to find that the mrrior was taken almost entirely up with girls primping and fixing their make-up for their dates. They chatted about how well the date was going and whether or not the guy was really worth the effort. Some openly admitted that they were only going with the guy because he was rich or popular. It disgusted Quistis to hear their conversations while she was in the bathroom. When she found enough room at the mirror so that she could adjust her appearance, she only straightened her top which was black vinyl and tied in the back, not allowing Quistis the luxury of a bra. Her pants were also vinyl, dark purple with a snakeskin print. She wore her black leather boots underneath the pants. She also wore a minimum amount of jewelry in her hope not to attract too much attention.

While she stood facing the mirror, Quistis smoothed a hand over her hair which was in the trademark hairstyle that she kept. Her blue eyes glittered in the fluorescent light, and then Quistis made a hasty decision that would unknowingly change her life. She would be the one pursuing the prey now. She would choose the one man that she wanted if only for a short time and then drop him when she grew tired. She would be in control. She would become like a tigress. Perhaps Quistis had been dragged into the club by the rest of the group, but that did not mean that she could not have any fun.

As she finished in the bathroom, Quistis walked back into the darkness of the club and sought out the first prey of her decision. She waited at a spot that had a perfect view of the door along the long metal railing that separated the bar area from the dance floor and dining area and spotted a somewhat familiar trio enter the club. Two men and one woman. One of the men was a tall, dark complected man who aided the silver-haired woman in dragging the second man, who had short blonde hair, into the club. Apparently he wanted to be here as much as Quistis did. She had to stifle a laugh and then realized who the trio were. Raijin and Fujin were forcibly convincing Seifer that he wanted to go to the club.

Quistis then decided that she would...relieve Seifer of his suffering. A seductive smile graced her lips. He would be grateful to get out of the club, and she would find a way to seduce him in the meantime. It was not as if her former enemy meant anything to her.

Just give me that nasty beat.
Come on, love
give me what I want.

Licking her lips, Quistis set off towards the group. Even amongst the sweaty throng, she walked provocatively enough to capture the attention of the trio. Raijin was speechless for once. Fujin nodded her approval and said so in her usual manner. Seifer merely blushed. He was not used to seeing his former instructor like this. She was really...sexy. This was just a typical reaction to seeing a gorgeous woman even if she was a former enemy.

Quistis looked Seifer up and down like he was a piece of meat, not even disguising her emotions. He was dressed in his usual clothing and was not wearing the long grey trenchcoat. His bare arms were shadowed attractively in the lowlights of the club. The rest of him was not so bad either.

Because the music was blaring even louder than before, Quistis motioned to Seifer that she wanted to meet him outside. He picked up on her signals and made his own excuses to the members of his posse. He followed Quistis out of the club into the cool night air of Balamb. He was about to ask why she wanted to meet with him of all people when she possessively kissed him.

Don't think about
Holding hands
Don't think about
Candlelight
Don't think about
Love letters
Don't think about love.
Think about Pure Sex, Deep Sex, Hard Sex, Rough Sex.

Seifer's eyes widened in shock, but he gradually got used to the sensation of Quistis' soft lips devouring his own and kissed her back. She embraced him and lightly scratched his back beneath his vest. She forced her tongue into his surprised mouth and fiercely took possession of his thoughts. He responded by deepening the kiss and then picking her up in his strong arms. Seifer carried her to a secluded area beneath the pier. The area was invisible to all those who did not take the time to look for it.

Don't think about
Red Wine
Don't think about
Bright moon
Don't think about
Red roses
Don't think about love.
Think about Pure Sex, Deep Sex, Hard Sex, Rough Sex

He lay her down on the sand, set himself down beside her, and resumed the kiss. She clawed a little harder at his skin and succeeded in removing his vest. Seifer decided not to question her as she ran her hands over his smooth chest. She growled deep in her throat and, pushing Seifer on his back on the sand, Quistis straddled his hips and rocked gently back and forth, causing him to emit a low moan. He grasped her hips and arched his back. Seifer reached behind Quistis' back, undid the tie that held her top together, and pulled it from her torso. He then caressed each of her pendulous breasts lovingly and lightly pinched her nipples. He glorified in her pale skin and proceeded to liberate her shapely hips from the tight vinyl pants that she wore. She aided him by removing her boots and pulling the pants over her hips and threw the pants to a spot on the ground some five feet away from them.

Quistis then knelt beside Seifer's prone form and quite literally tore his vest off of his body. She was a little amazed by her newfound ferocity. Quistis stopped thinking about that sort of thing and moved onto Seifer's pants. He sat up and aided her as well. He removed his shoes and allowed her to slide his pants down over his stiffened manhood, throwing his pants on top of hers.

Seifer started to rise from his place on the ground, but Quistis pushed him back down and shook her head. She wanted to be in control here. Once again, she poised herself to straddle Seifer. She grasped his erection in both of her delicate hands and positioned herself so that the tip barely touched her moist, blonde curls.

The suspense was killing Seifer. He gave a deep moan as Quistis knelt with her legs on either side of his hips and taunted him with the barest touch of her sweet inner core. The tiniest droplets of moisture touched his erection and drove him nearly out of his mind. Eventually she deemed it the right time and allowed him to penetrate her as she lowered herself onto his straining manhood. As she adjusted to the hardened length that completely filled the space inside of her, Quistis began to ride Seifer with deep, thorough strokes.

Don't think about
Warm Summer Nights
Don't think about
Table for two
Don't think about
Wedding Bells
Don't think about love
Think about Pure sex, Deep Sex, Hard Sex, Rough Sex

It was a glorious feeling to be in control like this, Quistis thought. She was the one that was deciding what to do and how fast. She inflected her movement just enough to cause Seifer to groan again, his head thrown back into the soft sand. A feral look overtook Quistis' eyes as she grew closer to climax. She rode him harder until she cried out in ecstacy. She cast her eyes to the heavens above that peered through small spaces between the wooden planks of the pier above them.

Seifer seized the moment and her hips and turned the pair until he lay on top of Quistis, between her fine, strong legs. Her beautiful face was sweaty and glowed with pleasure. Seifer smiled and kissed her. She yielded to his ministrations and soon felt more pleasure as he wrested control away from her and thrust into her.

Come on now, boy
give me what I need
(Love, Love is the answer...)
Long and hard
That's the need
(Love, Love is the answer...)
Fuck me now, you sex machine!

Quistis writhed as she neared climax again. Seifer sensed her need and seemed to touch every spot that could ever possibly bring her pleasure. For some reason, that was all that mattered to him at the moment. All of his previous arrogant machinations fell away as he strove to please Quistis. He thrust harder into her as his own need surfaced. She arched her back as she attained the pinnacle of pleasure as Seifer climaxed as well, spilling his seed into her.

When the last vestiges of his strength deserted him, Seifer gingerly lowered himself on top of Quistis and lay his head on her breasts. They both lay breathing heavily as Seifer embraced Quistis and kissed the valley between her heaving breasts.

Quistis received a final surprise as she fought something within her.

Don't...
don't think about love.

She stroked Seifer's short blonde hair and gazed into his blue eyes. There was a complete lack of sound as they held each other in thrall for what seemed like an eternity.

Quistis could hardly believe that she now felt a small twinge in her heart for her former enemy. Perhaps her dreams of love finally came true.

Seifer felt similarly towards Quistis, but he realized something different. Perhaps his dream of being a sorceress' knight had come true after all. Who else but a sorceress could change him in this way?

Sex
is the answer
Sex
is the answer

There was something more in that moment than either of them realized. It has been said that the gods speak through dreams, and prophets are those who correctly recognize this and spread it to the multitudes.

What happens when dreams come true?

Mmmm.... yeah....
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Hey, I did this because I wanted to. I like the song and had to find a way to use it.

Andromache.