Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Rough Sex ❯ Do What You Wanna Do ( Chapter 3 )

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

Rough Sex III
By Andromache
Songfic to:
Do What You Wanna Do
by (once again) Lords of Acid

Wow. I am really impressed with the amount of response to the first two Rough Sex stories. You readers are amazing. Anyways, here is the long-awaited third part of the series. When we left off, Squall was inventing more than a few new shades of red on his face. Serves him right to walk into someone's room uninvited.

Legal Disclaimer-type shite:

I do not lay any claim to the characters of Final Fantasy 8 or the song, "Do What You Wanna Do." Respectively, they belong to Squaresoft and the Lords of Acid. Do not sue me. I am already in debt enough to my college. I do not need to owe money to people who could have my kneecaps broken.

Enjoy!
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Do it boy
Do it boy
Do what you wanna do

Quistis clutched her blanket to her chest and gasped at Seifer's impetuous announcement. Marriage? So soon? But they had just....Great Hyne!

She looked up at his smug grin and eyes wide, asked, "What did you just say?"

Seifer turned his challenging, intense blue eyes from the group of SeeDs that had crashed through her door to her questioning ones and replied softly, "I said that we were getting married."

Quistis murmured, "We will talk about that. Soon. Now do you guys mind leaving my room and allow me and Seifer to get dressed. After that, we will explain the whole situation. Now leave."

The other two men left without a word, but Zell remained long enough to glare at her and say contemptuously, "You better have a good explanation for this, Quisty." He followed Squall and Irvine, revealing Rinoa and Selphie standing outside the ruined door. Both girls stared at Quistis and Seifer, leaving only when Seifer made an exaggerated display of giving Quistis a deep, passionate kiss on the lips.

As soon as Rinoa and Selphie had fled, Quistis roughly pushed Seifer away and asked, "What the hell was that about?"

"What?" Seifer feigned innocence.

"That whole marriage idea. What exactly made you tell them that? Couldn't you have told them the truth?"

"For the second one, Quistis, what would I have said? I could have said that we were engaging in covert sexual activities, but that sounds innapropriate given what I feel now that we have made love to each other, had sex, fucked like mad bunnies, whatever you want to call it. As for the first, I said it to shock them, but, now that I think about it, don't you think it's a good idea?" Seifer finished this last part with eyes trying to hide a glimmer of hope that Quistis would say yes to him.

She wouldn't. Instead, Quistis slapped him repeatedly on the back of his head and his shoulders and berated him, "I don't care about marrying you, you bastard. My friends just walked into my room because they were worried about me and discovered that I was in bed with a former enemy. It would be even worse if they thought that we were getting married. They could throw me out of Garden for this, you idiot!"

Seifer looked askance at the furious blonde woman in bed beside him who was now beating him. He had thought that she would like the idea of marriage. She had the air of a hopeless romantic at least. Now that hopeless romantic was viciously slapping him and caring about nothing more than her reputation and certainly not about the fact that there was someone in bed right beside her that cared for her. He decided that in his experience that women were unstable, crazy creatures.

He threw up his hands in defeat, allowing Quistis to push him down on the bed, and cried, "I give, I give! Great Hyne, Quistis, I'm sorry! Let's get dressed, and then we can explain this whole thing to the great commander and his groupies. Hopefully, we can get it over with quickly. I have things to do today." Seifer finished the last part of his statement with a look that on anyone else would be described as hurt, but it looked unnatural on him. Perhaps Quistis' objection hurt him more than he realized.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and set them on the floor, his back to Quistis. As he stood up, Quistis trailed the fingertips of her right hand down the back of his right thigh, earning her a glare from her lover's cold blue eyes.

Seifer bent over to retrieve his rumpled pants and shirt while Quistis slowly touched her feet to the carpeted floor. Holding the comforter over her breasts, she got up and walked to her closet so that she could dress in her normal clothing, the clothing that she always wore in the presence of her friends, the clothing that she had not worn in Seifer's presence in quite some time. Quistis paused, her right hand frozen in midair while reaching for a pink skirt hanging in her closet.

Should she do it? Should she wear the uniform of her life as the person who would crumble in the face of trivial matters? Quistis' hand wavered between the skirt and a clinging black catsuit that she bought some time ago because it was comfortable. The suit had a halter top and tied behind her neck. She had never worn it since she had never had reason to before.

"Quistis, is choosing clothing such a life-altering decision for you?" Seifer asked drily. In response, Quistis dropped the comforter from her body and allowed Seifer to get a good look at her. He blushed and resumed tucking in his shirt.

Finally she decided on the black catsuit. Before she put it on, she removed a seamless black thong to wear underneath. Seifer, even though he was a little disappointed that Quistis did not like the idea of marrying him, watched appreciatively as she slid first the thing and then the catsuit over her legs and body. It was an amazing, lustful sight. Nevermind the fact that they were not actually speaking to each other at the moment. Seifer ran his tongue over his teeth with his lips slightly parted. This was too much.

Quistis finished tying the straps at the neck of the catsuit underneath the chains of the choker that Seifer had given her the night before. Touching the cross nestled amongt the delicate chains, Quistis looked at Seifer's profile. So much had changed about him. True, she had not seen him in this way before, but she had no clue as too why she saw him like this now. She amended, or not since he stalked out of the room, presumably because of the awkward situation.

The whole marriage thing complicated matters greatly for Quistis. After two straight nights of unbelievable love-making, she was not sure that she was ready for marriage at all, let alone to Seifer. She fastened the straps of the discarded heels from the night before around her ankles and set off for Squall's office.

Quistis passed several students returning to their rooms after a night on the town themselves. Most were whispering to each other about the sighting of Seifer in the halls near the commander's office. Some stared in shock as the former instructor passed them wearing a skin-tight black catsuit. Soon Quistis arrived at Squall's office and pushed past Irvine and Zell, who was scowling at Seifer, who in turn returned the sentiment with an icy glare. She sat down in one of the plush red chairs that Headmaster Cid had insisted on installing in the office

Crossing her legs, Quistis met Squall's cool demeanor with a raised chin. This was going to be the one time that the commander of SeeD was not going to get what he wanted out of her: to quietly acquiesce to his wishes.

"Quistis, you must realize that this could be a bad situation for you and the Garden," he began.

"How I conduct my private life is none of the Garden's concern, Squall, " Quistis interrupted in a guarded tone. If she had to, Quistis was going to resist with all her ability.

"On the contrary, Quistis, this is my concern. This could affect your performance as a SeeD and possible reinstatement of you instructor's licence. Fraternizing with a former enemy is not something that will weigh on the positive side of my decision," Squall countered. "However, there is something that you could do to alleviate this problem with a minimum amount of fuss."

Seifer asked sarcastically, "Oh yeah, what's that, fearless leader?"

Squall's left eyebrow cocked as he said, smiling, "You two would have to get married."

Quistis' lips tightened, and Seifer chuckled and replied, "This may be the only time that you ever hear this come out of my mouth, but I love the way you think, puberty boy."

Do it boy
Do it boy
Do what you wanna do

Squall ignored Seifer's comment and continued, "This will have to be done as soon as possible."

Quistis found her voice eventually and said furiously, "You have no right to do this, Squall. My life is my life, and you can do nothing about it."

"On the contrary, Quistis. As a SeeD, you are a ward of the Garden until you are twenty-one. I say that you have to marry Seifer," Squall struggled to retain his straight face as Seifer threw his head back and his arms in the air in silent thanks to the Hyne.

"You will be married in one week. Garden will provide funds for various expenses such as a dress and decorations. Dismissed."

Quistis rose from her chair, her blue eyes stormy and her posture rigid. She glared at Squall as she turned and left his office in haste. Seifer got up as well and grinned his usual arrogant grin before he, too, left the office.

The rest of the group had been slack-jawed during the entire conversation, and only Zell had recovered enough to exclaim, "What the hell did you do that for?"

Rubbing his scar on his forehead, Squall answered wearily, "I really don't know why I think this, but I think that Quistis might be able to temper Seifer's personality. Trust me on this."

"Whatever," Rinoa, Irvine, Selphie, and Zell chorused without meaning to. They broke into laughter when they realized what they had done. Squall sighed and decided to go to bed. It was the middle of the night after all. He cleared his throat and yawned, hinting to the rest that it was time for bed. They eventually took the hint and left, Rinoa after she had given him a quick goodnight kiss.

As Rinoa returned to the girls' dormitory, she overheard the conversation that Quistis and Seifer were having. Perhaps 'conversation' was too broad a term. 'Loud, heated discussion' was more on par.

"I honestly don't understand what problems you have with marrying me, Quistis," Seifer complained.

"Problems? Problems?! I'll tell you what problems I have with marrying you. I hate you for one!" Quistis argued.

Rinoa sighed. This was going to be difficult.

My flesh is your flesh, but your tongue is mine
Use it to enter my love-hungry shrine
Rub me with honey, tasty and sweet
Dress me with passion, juices, and meat

Quistis evicted Seifer from her room to an empty dorm room in the men's dormitory, so she spent the rest of the night alone in her bed. She slept fitfully and now dozed under the rays of early morning sunshine that filtered in through the smoky gray glass windows. Of course, her mood this morning meant that hearing Selphie's voice was more than a little painful.

"Hey, Quisty, are you ready to go shopping for your dress? The wedding's only a week away!" she chirped happily. Rinoa stood next to Selphie and smiled and flashed Quistis a peace sign. They stood at the foot of her bed and smiled while Quistis groaned. This was too early to be thinking about things like this.

Quistis rolled her eyes and sighed exactly as she had when Squall had been in the infirmary after he had dueled with Seifer, her fiancee. Oh, Hyne. Her fiancee. This would take some getting used to.

Rinoa and Selphie grabbed for Quistis' arms and tugged on them a little too hard, sending Quistis tumbling out of bed and crashing down on top of them. They made Quistis choose some comfortable clothes for shopping in Deling City, the nearest town to the mobile Garden, and off the trio of women went on their mission of getting a dress for Quistis' wedding.

Do what you wanna do
Do what you wanna do
Do what you wanna do to me

Quistis lost count of how many dresses that she had tried on. Each one looked fine to her, but there was always something that Rinoa or Selphie found wrong. Too much ribbon here, not enough pearls there. Great Hyne, would the torture never end? Weddings were invented solely to torture women who refused to get married, Quistis concluded.

Quistis sat absentmindedly down on a bench outside a formal dress shop beside Rinoa as Selphie tried to wheedle one more fitting out of the overworked attendant. Her shoulders slumped with exhaustion as she leaned her head on the shorter girl's left shoulder. Rinoa patted Quistis on her blonde head and said comfortingly, "Everything will be done soon, Quistis. How many dress shops can there be in Deling?"

The only response was a tired groan.

Then she saw it. The perfect dress was in the window of a shop just across the street. They had not tried it yet, and Rinoa thought immediately to poke Quistis in the ribs and point at the dress. While Rinoa was distracted with rousing Quistis, Seifer walked into the tuxedo shop right next to the shop across the street.

Selphie rushed out of the dress shop behind them and squealed delightedly when Rinoa pointed out the dress in the window of the store across the street. They both pulled on Quistis' arms to make her get up from the bench. This time, Quistis got up instead of being pulled into a re-enactment of this morning's attempt to get her out of bed.

Quistis' feet felt heavy on the cobblestone road as she was forced into the presence of the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. It was an off the shoulder dress with a sheath cut. The dress would look absolutely gorgeous on her. The only question was the price which was not an issue since the Garden had given them the money to pay for it.

She was rushed into the dressing room inside the store, and the dress from the window was forcefully thrust into the dressing room with her. No one noticed when she came out of the dressing room that Seifer was peering into the store through the large plate-glass window. Just as she went back in though, Rinoa turned her head towards the window in time to see the small, loving smile that Seifer let onto his lips before he walked away with the tuxedo presumably in the garment bag over his shoulder.

When Quistis came back out of the dressing room, Rinoa pointed to the choker around her neck and asked, "Quistis, do you think that maybe we could have a replica of that made in white to compliment your dress?"

Automatically, Quistis reached for the chains on her neck and touched the hyperion pendant. She could do that, and then Seifer might be a little more manageable if she wore something that marked her as his on their wedding day even if it was against her will. She agreed, and off they went to the leathermaker after they bought the dress and had her fitted. The bridesmaids would come to the store the next day to select their dresses and be fitted themselves. Rinoa and. Selphie were not about to push their luck any further today.

Do what you wanna do
Do what you wanna do
Do what you wanna do to me

However, two days later, Selphie and Rinoa were quite willing to break down Quistis' bedroom door. The ex-instructor simply refused to pick a maid of honor for her own wedding. Regardless of the fact that Quistis did not want to get married at all, Rinoa and Selphie sat down in the cafeteria and debated who was a better choice as the maid of honor.

"Rinoa, I am already planning this entire wedding. I deserve this."

"But I hardly get to do anything around here."

"You're a Sorceress, Rinoa, and Squall's girlfriend. Like you wouldn't be getting married soon yourself."

Rinoa blushed, "Squall hasn't said anything like that yet."

Selphie snorted, "As if we can't tell from his facial expressions. We've known him awhile, Rinoa."

Irvine interrupted as he and Zell walked up to their table, "How much does that mean when we've been using Guardian Forces?"

"True," Selphie admitted.

Zell complained as he sat down with a blue tray overladen with hotdogs, "Don't you two have something better to do than argue? Like tie ribbons to things? How much is left to do with this wedding anyways?"

Rinoa replied, "Well, we still have to pick a maid of honor for Quistis. She won't pick one by herself."

Biting off the end of a hotdog, Zell said nonchalantly, "Seifer has already picked Raijin as his best man."

"Raijin?!" Rinoa and Selphie chorused in shock.

"You can have it, Rinoa. I'm sure," Selphie said nervously.

"Oh no, Selphie. You can be the maid of honor. You would be so much better than I would," Rinoa smiled, a little frightened of the prospect of being the maid of honor opposite Raijin.

Apparently both Rinoa and Selphie had the same thought at the same time, for they leapt quickly out of their seats at the table and dashed back to their rooms in the girls' dormitory.

Just as Zell and Irvine were stifling their laughter at the abrupt departure, Fujin appeared at the table and sat down in Rinoa's chair. Picking up a still-piping hot French fry off of Rinoa's abandoned plate, she stiffly smiled and said, "THANKS."

Irvine replied, "No problem. It was worth it to see them squirm, plus I doubt that either one of us can wait to see you as the maid of honor with Raijin as the best man."

Creature of pleasure, 'More' is my name.
Your mouth is a teaser. It drives me insane.
Bite me to hurt me; do as you please.
When you feel me coming, you stop, yeah, you tease.

Seifer pulled on the very edges of his meticulously-tied black bowtie in front of a full-length mirror. He stuck the very tip of his tongue out of the right corner of his thin-lipped mouth as he slowly tugged the bowtie into place.

He jumped as Raijin's strident voice crashed into his ears from beyond his door.

"Hurry up, Seifer, ya know! Quistis is almost ready to walk down the aisle, and you're not even there!"

"Hold onto your shorts, and don't piss in 'em, Raijin! I'll be right out!" Seifer yelled back. He took one final look at the gray-trimmed tuxedo he wore, patted the buttoneer into place, and exited the room on his way to be married.

The Quad was elegantly decorated with soft, peach-colored roses and white lilies. Large, wired cream banners hung from the tropical trees and proclaimed that Seifer and Quistis were the lucky couple. Selphie had really outdone herself this time with the large job in such a short amount of time.

All of the students of the Garden sat in neatly ordered rows of white chairs with a simple stage in front of them. The priest, a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair, stood patiently as first Irvine and Selphie, followed by Rinoa and Zell, walked down the aisle towards Seifer, who waited with the priest. Finally, Raijin and Fujin entered the Quad. Some of the students tittered as Raijin stumbled, earning him a kick in the shin by Fujin. Other than that, the only people that they were waiting on were the bride herself and the commander, who was giving her away.

That took a little more time than was expected since Quistis was taking every opportunity possible to be stubborn and resist Squall. Eventually, they came into view, Quistis' mouth set in a thin, deterined line. Her head was held high underneath the gauzy white veil of her crystal headpiece. Her normally beautiful cornflower blue eyes were coldly boring into Seifer as she processed closer to him. The dress that he had seen her try on in the dress shop looked even better up close. And the white choker with his Hyperion on it! However, if she would just smile, even that feral smile that she had worn when she urged him outside in that club in Balamb....

Seifer barely paid attention to the droning of the priest. He was too distracted by the way the light played off of Quistis' bare shoulders. When the priest asked him if he would take Quistis as he lawfully wedded wife, he managed to strain out, "I do." Quistis was a little more recalcitrant, but a dark glare from Squall succeeded in a ferreting out the words from her.

Then the time finally came for the priest to ask if anyone had any qualms about the marriage. Quistis cleared her throat and raised her hand but was thwarted by Squall, who said, "She doesn't count. Please continue."

The priest finished the ceremony rather skeptically, saying to Seifer, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Seifer pulled Quistis close and leaned in to kiss her. Just before his lips touched hers, Quistis said through gritted teeth, "He said that you may, not that you could."

He smirked and said, "I'm not Mr. Trepe, but you are Mrs. Almasy. Deal with it." Seifer then deeply kissed Quistis to polite applause from all of the students and SeeDs except for the Trepies who were silently weeping in their seats.

Do what you wanna do
Do what you wanna do
Do what you wanna do to me

Seifer smiled broadly as he escorted Quistis back down the aisle. She scowled at the applauding guests as she was forced to walk briskly by Seifer's side. He kept an iron grip on her arm in order to keep her in line. She bit her lip as she thought of ways to get out of this situation. None of them were plausible though. Damn. This was a tight spot.

Do what you wanna do
Do what you wanna do
Do what you wanna do to me

The first dance by the bride and groom at the reception almost did not happen. At least, not until Squall edged over behind Quistis' chair and threatened her with announcing the real reason that she and Seifer were married. She stood up a little too quickly for her head, becoming dizzy, and Seifer took advantage of his opportunity and grabbed his bride's arm, dragging her onto the main dance floor. He settled them into a sedate waltz as he inclined his head to hers and whispered in her ear, "You may not like this marriage thing right now, but remember who you get to sleep with at night."

Quistis' head, beneath the veil, straightened up. That had completely slipped her mind. There would always be the air of scandal around her marriage, but the sex would be well worth it.

Devilishly, she replied in his ear, "When do we start?"

Seifer smirked. She came around quite easily to his point of view sometimes. He whispered, "I was wondering when you would ask that."

She laughed throatily.

"Seriously, now sounds about right."

Quistis paused in the dance step. Now? Damn. This was a tight spot. She returned his whisper and said, "Sounds like a great idea. How are we going to do this with all these people around?"

"Like this." Seifer picked her up in his arms, and cradling her, walked out of the ballroom, leaving all of the people at the reception to gape and stare in their wake.

You're sexy, so full of lust
Touch me here, oh yeah you must
Feel my body it's just for you
Now do it boy, do what you wanna do

He shifted her in his arms so he could press the elevator button with his right elbow. Quistis slipped her arms around his muscular neck and kissed him, delving her tongue deep into his mouth. As she pulled her tongue out, she bit his lip. Seifer moaned his wife's name as the elevator opened its doors.

Irvine walked out of the elevator with wide eyes as he passed them, holding something of Selphie's that she had forgotten and had asked him to get for her. He turned quickly and almost ran down the hallway to the abandoned reception. Seifer chuckled softly and said, "No reason to hide this any longer."

Quistis shook her head, and they entered the elevator themselves. She let herself down from his grasp and then eased herself upwards to wrap her legs, with some difficulty from the sheathe-cut dress, around Seifer's waist.

"Now, where are we going to do this?" she asked slyly.

"How about where it all started?"

"Balamb is a bit far away for me."

"I meant Squall's office."

"Oh. OH!"

Oh baby, you do it right.
I'm longing to feel your bite.
I'm crazy, but I want you.
So do it, boy, do what you wanna do.

Standing outside of Squall's office while Seifer unlocked the door with the key he had palmed off of Squall, Quistis said giggling, "I never thought we would be doing this."

Turning the knob, Seifer asked, "What, the marriage to me or the breaking into Squall's office to 'christen' it?"

"Both actually. Now, where were we?"

"Right about here." As Seifer closed the door behind them, he trailed his hand up Quistis' back and started to unzip her dress.

Beat me and eat me; I'm drowning in sweat.
I'm on my way, yes, I'm soaking wet
Thunder and lightning explode in my brain
This is the balance 'tween pleasure and pain

The extremely expensive dress and tuxedo that the Garden had so lovingly paid for were lying in a crumpled heap on the floor in front of Squall's desk, on top of the papers and pens and all the other items that they swept off his desk to make way for their liasion. Quistis' veil and headpiece soon joined them as did their undergarments. White silk boxers, bra, and panties made a lovely tableau on the dress and tux, Seifer decided.

However, he amended, there was something far more appealing about the lithe nude body of his wife sprawled on top of Squall's mahogany desk.

Seifer climbed on top of the desk himself and knelt inbetween Quistis' pale thighs. She awaited him with a tongue licking the edge of her bottom lip. Finally, it was his turn to make her wait, the tip of his manhood just barely touching the blonde curls between her legs. Payback was sweet, he thought.

Turnabout was definitely not fair play, Quistis decided. So what if she had used this same technique to torture Seifer before. This was not fair to use it on her!

The sweet moisture growing about the head of his shaft was growing more and more tempting until Seifer groaned and plunged into her sweet, silken depths.

Do what you wanna do
Do what you wanna do
Do what you wanna do to me

How quiet the office seemed as Seifer thrust smoothly into her. His stomach skimmed hers as he leaned forward to kiss her swollen lips and press a hand to her thin shoulder and touch her breast while his other hand lifted her hips to meet his.

Slowly, a pleasant burning in her stomach grew into an inferno, and sharp pains of pleasure caused Quistis to moan into Seifer's mouth. Sensing the tightening of her silken muscles around his shaft, Seifer could stave off his own climax no longer, and he collapsed on top of her in exhaustion.

Do what you wanna do
Do what you wanna do
Do what you wanna do to me

They lay for a few moments in blissful silence as they caught their breaths. That is, until they heard Rinoa's and Squall's voices on the other side of Squall's office door.

Seifer and Quistis started and mouthed to each other, "Oh no, not again!"

Do it boy
Do it boy
Do what you wanna do

The doorknob turned, and Squall was treated to a lovely view of a certain reluctant bride and her eager groom stark naked on top of his desk.

Quistis snickered and said, "Seifer, you are driving me to homicide!"

Do it boy
Do it boy
Do what you wanna do

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Author's note:

We may see murder yet! (Mine is not an option. I do know how long it has been.)

It's done! It really is! There may be sequels! I don't know! All that I do know at the moment is that it is 1:30 in the morning and I am done!

Andromache
Controversial Romance Fan-fiction