Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sticky Things ❯ Cleaning Up the Mess ( Chapter 3 )

Sticky Things by IsanDraconia

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Final Fantasy..If I did oh Lordy I would die happy. The only thing I own is the name of Seifer's Magazine, Squall's brush, and now I own *Seifer's car. This story revolves around one thing...wait. Two things. Guys having hot sex, hot rowdy man-sex…uh yeah… (go back the way you came if this kind of stuff upsets, disgusts, sickens, [or any other word describing dislike] you.). Second thing is it revolves around sticky things, i.e.: candy, glue, wax, other…stuff…Anyway! Squall is a little OOC, not much but it still flies around. Oh and Rinoa bashing is present. If you like that (bitch) mean woman, then you shouldn't read it. Now…

*Asano*-IWANNASAYIT!!!!

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"blah"= Talking

/blah/= Seifer's thoughts

//blah//=Squall's thoughts

Chapter 2: Cleaning up the Mess

//I've done it this time. I've really done it this time// Squall berated himself as he followed Seifer through the GARDEN. They continued out into the parking lot, where Seifer's *Elec-T (FF8 style Thunderbird) was sitting in the garage. They both got in the Phoenix red vehicle and Seifer stared at the brunette gunblader for a long time before he started the engine and pulled out of B-GARDEN, Squall disinterestedly admiring the scenery along the way. They pulled into Balamb City and parked near the beach facing Dollet. As they half-walked, half waded through the deep sand dunes, Squall was panicking inside. //We're getting a bit away from the city. Does he mean to kill me for a simple joke? Oh, wait. I don't joke, and he knows it//

A lone house sat on stone foundation away from the bustling marketplace and busy harbor. It was a simple structure, white paint adorning the two-story house, grey shutters and roof accenting the house nicely. Simple as it is, Squall mused, it's very beautiful on it's own. There was a delicately designed balcony on the second floor, sturdy enough to hold three or more grown men. Intricate designs of protection runes made up the railings on the stairs to the front door. Suddenly, the house glowed warmly as the sun began to set, the white on the house turning a cozy orange, as if it were welcoming it's master back. //He must own this place// Squall absently thought as they entered the house.

Seifer shut the door with an audible click and stared at Squall for a few moments. He looked as if he thought no one loved him and was about to have his suspicions confirmed. /Oh, far from it, my Lion…far, far from it. I'll show you someone who would give their world for you…/ He took a seat on the couch, next to Squall. They sat there in silence for what seemed like hours. Squall took advantage of this calm and looked around. The inside was not as simple as the outside presented. The couch itself was proof. It was fine black suede leather, of which Squall was sure was not cheap. Would his blood stain this furnishing, or would it tarnish the snow-white carpet on the floor? There was a small fireplace near the couch, a painting of the Fisherman's Horizon at sunrise hanging over it. A small coffee table accented the room with the same runes the railings offered, with healing runes added in for decoration along the top. It wasn't a very big room, but in its own was just as beautiful. //Seifer has really good taste. What am I thinking? I'm about to die, and I'm thinking about his interior decorating?// Finally, Squall opened his mouth to speak only to be cut off by the tall blond.

"I don't understand a lot of things, Squall. I don't know how to pilot an airship, I don't know what GARDEN stands for," he lifted a hand that demanded Squall to hear him out as said gunblader was about to question his relevance. "And I don't know why I don't remember much about my childhood. What I do remember of it, I was alone most of the time. I don't understand how magic works, and I don't know why Selphie and Zell are so crazy. I don't know how I escaped Ultimecia. But I do know one thing…there was one person who was always there to help me. One person to always be at my side."

"And do you know who that one person is, Squall?" Seifer was inches away from aforementioned brunette's face. Squall's head turned downward in defeat and shame, thinking to hope there had been something to gain from all his foolishness, and prepared to die.

"You." Squall's head snapped up in shock, eyes wide as Seifer's mouth claimed his own, stealing all response from him.

Squall's brain was ticking twice as fast as it normally should. Seifer was kissing him! Not slashing him to pieces, not shooting him up, but kissing him tenderly, as if he would break at the slightest touch. This realization falling on his head like an Adamantoise, he began to kiss back. Long fingers slowly, almost cautiously, twined into his hair, and Squall kissed Seifer harder, enjoying the sensation. Suddenly, not knowing quite why, he pulled away quickly, though this didn't deter Seifer in the slightest.

"We-we can't do this Seifer! Ahh...it's not right!" Seifer paid him no heed and licked a trail from Squall's lips to a sensitive spot behind his ear, and began nibbling there. Squall shuddered under the blonde's gentle ministrations and moaned quietly, silencing all protests quickly. Seifer smiled minutely before returning to his task, fully comprehending that he was slowly cracking Squall's ice hard shell. And, just like that, Squall began to participate in the affectionate attention. He pulled Seifer's head back to his mouth and kissed him playfully, allowing Seifer to nearly devour his lips, his tongue swiping at Squall's bottom lip, asking to enter the sacred orifice. Squall accepted the offer, the blonde's tongue sweeping in, tasting, memorizing the brunette's every crevice, and made it his own.

Squall started at the experimental nudging of Seifer's fingers on his white tee shirt. He looked up at Seifer with uncertainty but found tranquil swirling emeralds locked onto his warm, stormy blue sapphires, asking hesitantly. //Hyne, I can't say no to him…// He nodded slowly and warm hands slowly pushed the garment upwards, brushing his sides and caressing his nipples unintentionally in passing. The brunette bit back a groan and Seifer smirked, not missing the motion. He brushed his hands back down Squall's bare chest, fingers stopping at Squall's nipples and began to rub in circles. Said chocolate-haired man began to pant, the sensations getting to be too much for his inexperienced body. He grabbed at Seifer's shirt, pulling almost shyly at the fabric. Seifer paused for a moment and smiled warmly at Squall, then pulled back a little to take his shirt off. As he did, he jumped as Squall's hands began to mimic what his had been doing just moments before. He threw his shirt to the side and tugged gently at Squall, wanting to stand up. The brown-haired gunblader nodded and took Seifer's hands and drew him up off the couch, and lead them out of the way of the coffee table. In passing, a last remaining beam of sunlight hit Squall for a second, and Seifer's eyes widened at the size of scars the brunette gunblader sported, many on his back, and a few on his front that Seifer had somehow missed during his explorations. /How could I have been so blind to those? I know I caused most of these…Hyne…Squall…/ He caught Squall up in his arms and hugged him, surrounding him with all he could, wanting to protect the shorter man from anymore harm.

Squall turned up to look at him in a puzzled fashion, but was surprised to see Seifer's face buried in his shoulder. He touched the tanned cheekbones of the taller man. When Seifer looked up he uttered "I'm sorry…so sorry…so very sorry Squall…" and hugged the smaller man tighter. Squall tugged at Seifer's arms, wanting to be let go and Seifer complied, though reluctantly. The brunette turned around and encircled his arms around the blonde's waist, and kissed him with a passion not there before. Seifer responded willingly, sliding his tongue in and dueling with Squall's own in a slick battle for dominance. Seifer began pushing Squall towards a wall, hands mapping out paths on the brunette's chest and torso. When they bumped into the wall, Seifer began to thrust slowly against Squall, a slow dance that only two can perform. Squall's pants and moans began to escalate, whimpers and groans adding to the mix. The sounds that reached Seifer's ears were turning him on, making him grind against Squall harder, much to Squall's enjoyment.

Hands slid feverishly down sweat-slicked bodies, mouths clashed, tongues and teeth mingling in slick passion. Squall panted harshly as Seifer's head moved down and attacked his neck, sucking on his life-vein and leaving a dark red hickey, proof that the brunette was his, and his alone. The blonde man slowly continued his path downward, and licked his lips before latching onto a dusty rose nipple, cupping the brunette's crotch in the process. Squall gasped out and groaned, his hips involuntarily thrusting out. "Oh, Hyne…" Squall whispered, his hands weaving into the taller man's hair, caressing the short golden strands, urgent for more of Seifer's touch.

"Oh my Hyne!" Seifer ripped his mouth away from Squall's chest as said brunette looked as though he'd been shocked. Rinoa stood in the doorway, eyes wide in alarm at the sight of the two half-clothed men. Squall flushed bright red, extremely embarrassed at being caught in such an intimate state. He quickly picked up his shirt and pulled it on and, not turning once, sprinted out of the house, leaving a distressed Rinoa and a worried Seifer. Said gunblader glared at Rinoa, still a little worried about Squall, but more angered at the Sorceress.

"What the hell are you doing here? This is private property, and how did you know we were here?"

The raven-haired girl walked up to Seifer and smacked him hard across the face. He raised a hand to strike back but managed to restrain himself. This was a Sorceress he was dealing with, and he didn't feel like turning into a Grat anytime soon.

"What the hell were you doing to Squall? How dare you take advantage of him like that! I should have you expelled for unwanted contact! You are a sick bastard, touching him like that, pulling at him, trying to fuck him unwillingly!" This time Seifer didn't restrain himself and smacked her, though a great deal less than his usual strength, as it might hurt her seriously.

"Don't you DARE say that. I would NEVER rape someone. I know I screwed up in the past, but I would NEVER hurt anyone intentionally. So don't accuse me of things I would never do."

"Would you?"

"What?"

"Would you NEVER hurt Squall intentionally? Not even if he pissed you off so much that you felt like killing him?" Seifer paused to stare at her, then smiled acidly. She just glared at him.

"No, never. I would NEVER hurt Squall."

"Why?"

"Because I love him."

"WHAT? Ha! He would never love such a reject as you."

"Oh, and who would he love hmm? You? A domineering, pompous, little bitch? I don't think so!" And with that, he walked out of the beach house, grabbing his trench coat along the way, leaving the enraged woman to fume alone.

Squall sat on the docks, watching the lighthouse flash its warning beam around the harbor. It had gotten dark quite fast, and with the absence of light, the absence of warmth was beginning to show. The brunette glanced from time to time at the ships and fishing boats making their last rounds before heading homeward for the night, idle thoughts dancing in Squall's head. //He probably forgot all about me when she walked in. He probably took one look at her, and is most likely screwing her right now…Seifer…// The gunblader shivered as the wind picked up a little, having only a tee shirt on, which did little to shield him from the chilly air.

Said blonde walked up behind Squall and, in one swift motion, took off his trench coat and placed it on Squall's shoulders. The brown-haired gunblader looked around and relaxed slightly as he noticed Seifer, but tensed again at his recent thoughts. Seifer looked at Squall, his legs tucked to his chest, arms hugging them together. Seifer also noticed the small tremors that ran through Squall's body.

"C'mon, let's go back to Garden." Seifer reached his hand out to Squall, but said brunette refused the offer and held his legs tighter. Seifer sighed and sat down next to Squall. He stared at the gunblader for a few moments then sighed again. "You want me to leave? I'll go back if you don't want me around…" Squall turned his head to Seifer, eyes wide and answered,

"No! It's just…I don't know… I thought that you had set me up, you and Rinoa. I don't know why I thought that. I guess I'm just too insecure." Seifer was surprised. To have the brunette confess something as personal as that, it was just unnatural, and Squall must be really bothered. Touched by this, Seifer smiled and wrapped his arms around Squall.

"You know I wouldn't do that. I may have been a rotten bastard to you in the past, Squall, but I would never hurt you like that. I had no idea that bitch was coming, had I known, I would have taken you somewhere else. You know I care for you Squall." He leaned into Squall, hovering inches from warm, soft lips, but was interrupted by a yell and whipped his head around, searching for the owner of the voice. Zell was running up the sand, breathing heavily, as if he had run all the way from Garden.

"You guys! We have a problem."

TBC…

AN: *is pelted with various objects* I know I know!!! I said there would be a lemon!! Gomen nasaiiiii!!! *watches as people fall off cliff* I had to end it here, the plot is actually taking form in my head, and so I had to! I've started the next chapter already, so hopefully it won't take too long. Oh, and I think I'm gonna kill the contest…no one entered, so yeah…unless you want to still have it. Anyway, please write a review to tell me if I'm doing ok, or if I suck, or whatever…I can't write stories better unless you, the readers, tell me how I'm doing and what you want to see! Oh, and forgive Seifer's sucky speech…I couldn't think of anything relevant…eh.

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