Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Who's the boss, polar caps and the peppermint twist ( Chapter 21 )

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CHAPTER 21: Who's the boss, polar caps and the peppermint twist

When Squall exited the bedroom that night he was dressed in a pair of black leather pants and had several belts slung around his waist and hips. The first two belt loops were held together with a pair of handcuffs. He was wearing a white tank top that was tight enough to show off his piercing and his well muscled upper body. He was still wearing his necklace but instead of the diamond stud in his ear he had replaced it with a silver hoop. Once again he had teased his hair into a rooster tail and had put on the eyeliner and lip-gloss.

He had chased Seifer out of the bathroom after they finished taking a shower. “Get dressed. I need to get ready.” Squall said and kissed his lover.

“Are you sure I can't help?” Seifer asked, licked along his lips and grabbed Squall by the waist and brought their groins together.

Squall reached up and wound his fingers in Seifer's hair bringing their heads together again for another kiss. “No. Now go get dressed.”

“Yes boss.” Seifer teased good-naturedly, swatted him on the ass and left the bathroom. On the bed was the outfit that Squall had picked out for him to wear, it consisted of tight black jeans and a royal blue tank top, on the floor was his beloved cowboy boots. Dressing quickly he went out to the living room to wait for Squall to get ready and for Cloud to show up.

Cloud had said something before he left about still needing to talk to Squall. They hadn't had the opportunity to earlier and Cloud said that he would be coming over early so maybe they could.

He had just sat down when the doorbell rang. Opening the door he saw that it was Cloud, who was dressed in electric blue, from the tips of his blond spiky hair to the toes of his cowboy boots. Seifer laughed, “Note to self, self I wrote make sure to add leather to my wardrobe.”

Cloud's rich melodious laughter joined his as he walked into the house, “Is Heartbreaker still primping?”

“Yeah.” Seifer answered as they sat down on the couch. Seifer's initial hatred of Cloud was gone the blond rock star had grown on him. After spending time with him this afternoon, he realized that underneath that boisterous rock star persona that he showed the world was a little boy that was vulnerable and wanted to be accepted.

“Come on Heartbreaker hurry up. No matter what you do you're never going to improve on the perfection that you already have.” Cloud yelled impatiently at the closed bedroom door.

“Okay Blondie, what's with the Heartbreaker?” Seifer asked.

“You have actually seen Squall right?” Cloud half joked.

“Yes and he's gorgeous.” Seifer replied.

“And you know about his past? Only having three boyfriends?” At Seifer's affirmative nod, Cloud continued, “Just because he's only had three boyfriends doesn't mean that he didn't have other people interested in him.”

“I've known Squall since we were freshmen in high school. Even then he was gorgeous. The girls wouldn't leave him alone, and of course his grandmother would always fix him up with one debutante after another and Squall would do what was expected and go on a date with them. Afterwards he would send them flowers and thank them for the nice evening, and that was it. Some of the girls expected more and when he didn't return phone calls, he got the reputation of being a heartbreaker.” Cloud finished his story.

“And the nickname doesn't bother him?” Seifer probed.

“If it did I wouldn't call him that.” Cloud answered honestly. Hearing the door open he looked up and let out a long whistle. “Damn Heartbreaker it was worth the wait.” He had always thought that Squall had a fantastic body and still did.

Seifer let his eyes crawl up Squall's body where they rested on his crotch, “Sweet Cheeks, you must be happy to see me.” Seifer leered at him.

Squall smirked at him, “Why baby these are my Windex pants. Can't you just see yourself in them?”

Cloud had been staring at Squall's face when Seifer made his comment, which caused his eyes to snap down to Squall's groin where he saw that it was evident that Squall was semi-aroused.

“Honey, there's not enough room in those pants for you.” Seifer said lasciviously.

“Krylon at it's finest.” Cloud added lecherously.

“Enough already you perverts.” Squall admonished good-naturedly.

Which prompted Cloud and Seifer to jump off the couch and linking their arms around each other started to can-can and sing very loudly to the tune of an old Dr. Pepper song,

“Oh, wouldn't you like to be a pervert too?

Be a pervert drink Dr. Pervert. Oh yeah!”

Squall started laughing, “You two are so weird.” Walking over he gave Cloud a quick hug, then Seifer a more drawn out one followed by a kiss. Breaking away he looked at Cloud once again, “I'm sorry we didn't have the opportunity to talk this afternoon.”

“That's okay. I just have someone that I'd like for you to meet.” Cloud replied. “He's not the flavor of the week. I can actually see something long term with him.”

“Just let me know when.” Squall grinned at him. He was happy that it looked like Cloud was getting ready to settle down. He was concerned for Cloud and knew that he didn't always take the necessary precautions to protect himself.

The last time Squall had seen Cloud they had gotten into a major argument. Cloud had caught an STD from one of his `boyfriends'. Luckily it wasn't AIDS, and he had read the blond the riot act about the fact that he was playing Russian roulette with his life. Cloud had promised him that he would make sure that made all his partners use a condom after that.

“Are you two ready?” Squall asked them double-checking to make sure he had his wallet. “Don't even say it.” He ordered and walked out to the garage.

Sephiroth Jenova was jubilant. Reno had come through with the goods on Squall Leonhart. It seemed that he was part of The Valentinius Family and they were one of the biggest and most notorious Mafioso families on the East Coast. When people mentioned the mafia they were up there with the Gambino's. Now that he had this information he would have Squall Leonhart. He would have the exotic brunet. Licking his lips in anticipation he snapped his fingers. “Reno come, I feel like dancing.”

When Squall, Cloud and Seifer entered Club Surge they made their way upstairs where they found that Zell, Vincent, and Angelo were waiting.

Vincent had tried to dissuade his father from joining him, but Angelo had insisted, so here he was at one of his favorite clubs in the company of his father.

Angelo he had listened to Vincent's suggestion and had changed out of the black Armani suit and was now dressed in a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved button down shirt. He had also left the goon squad behind sometimes he got really sick of bodyguards. It seemed the only time they left him alone was when he was taking a piss and that was only after they checked the bathroom.

Seifer and Cloud sat down while Squall went over to the bar and got drinks for them. Joining them at the table he sat down by Seifer and started tracing slow patterns up his muscular leg, starting at his knee and stopping right at the upper thigh and tracing back down again.

Squall was watching the head of the stairs for new people to arrive. He was a little irritated he hadn't been able to get in contact with Kiro's. So he failed to notice the man that walked up the stairs. The man with startling red hair approached the table and stopped by Squall's chair.

“The Boss wants to see you.” He said.

“Bruce Springsteen is here? And he wants to see me? That's tight! I always wanted to meet him.” Squall said giddily.

“What?” Reno stuttered.

“You know Bruce Springsteen `The Boss'? You said he wanted to see me. Can I bring my friends? I'm sure they'd like to meet him too. Wow do you think he'll sing a song for us? What do you guys think, Dancing in the dark or how about I'm on fire?”

“Huh?” Reno was even more confused now and it showed on his finely chiseled face.

“God you're not talking about Tony Danza are you? Because him I'll pass on. But Springsteen? Sick!” Squall gushed with the over enthusiasm of a star struck fan.

Behind Reno, Cloud, Seifer, Zell, Angelo and Vincent were fighting hard not to laugh at Squall's antics especially when they saw his eyes flashing with hidden fire.

Reno walked away shaking his head in bewilderment. It seemed like Squall Leonhart was an idiot, beautiful but still an idiot. Going back downstairs he walked over to the corner with Sephiroth was waiting.

“Where is he?” Sephiroth growled.

“He ain't coming. He kept goin' on about meeting Bruce Springsteen.” Reno offered.

Sephiroth laughed manically, “Go back up there and tell him you have a message from Frankie.”

“Whose Frankie boss?

“Don't worry he'll get the reference.”

“You are down right evil Squall. You realize that right?” Seifer laughed and kissed him on the neck.

Vincent added, “Did you see the look of confusion on that poor schmucks face.”

“Is this a recurring event?” Angelo asked and took a sip off his martini.

“No this is recent.” The tip of Squall's tongue came out and caught between his teeth. He clapped his hands happily when he saw that fire red head appear at the top of the stairs again. He smirked, “Oh goody! More fun.”

Reno approached the table and stopped by Squall's chair and muttered out, “Uh I have a message for you from Frankie.”

Squall knew who this guy was referring to, the freak job from the past couple of nights. But he got a look of confusion on his face and replied innocently, “I though Frank Sinatra was dead. And wasn't he reputed to be with the mob? Could it be Frankie Avalon or Frankie Valli? Wow! Lucky me, The Boss, and either Frankie Valli or Frankie Avalon.” Then he grew serious, “Ah crap! It's probably that skeazy guy who worked on my car last week. I think his name was Frankie.”

Seifer, Zell, Cloud, Vincent and Angelo were fighting hard no to laugh. Their lips were rolled together their faces quickly turning red, and they lowered their heads to the table to hide their expressions.

Reno gave the table of men a baffled look and walked away again. Went back downstairs and told Sephiroth, “I don't think he got the reference.”

Sephiroth growled, “Get your dumb ass back upstairs and ask him to dance. Bring him out to the dance floor and I'll take care of the rest.”

Reno made yet another trip upstairs and walked over to the table where the six men were laughing, stopping by Squall yet again he asked, “So you wanna dance or something?”

Squall looked at him and answered, “It depends on what the something is?”

“What?”

“Look if your employer wants to talk to me just say so. Because I can keep this up all night.”

Seifer whispered in his ear, “Sweet Cheeks, you can keep something up all night.” And gave Squall's crouch a gentle squeeze, where he found that he was hard.

“You know it baby.” Squall moaned and turned his head to get a kiss.

Reno really didn't relish going back downstairs alone. There were damn few things that scared him. But Sephiroth Jenova scared the shit out of him, so he said, “Yeah he wants to talk to you.”

“Why didn't you just say so to begin with?” Squall answered exasperatedly.

Pushing away from the table, Squall rolled his eyes and muttered, “You just can't get good help anymore.” Then winked at his companions and followed Reno downstairs to where the silver haired man was waiting.

Squall sized him up and down and said sarcastically, “Wow! You look nothing like Bruce Springsteen. But you do bare a striking resemblance to the skeazoid who worked on my car last week.”

“Oh you have a wicked little tongue Blue Eyes.” Sephiroth laughed, “And I'm going to enjoy showing you how to use it.”

Squall was starting to get annoyed, “Look I do have a name, and it's…”

“Oh no Blue Eyes, no names between us. It just adds more to the mystery. Why don't you let me take you home with me tonight and do things to that beautiful body of yours that will leave you begging for more?” Sephiroth groaned.

“Thanks. But no thanks. I have a boyfriend.” Squall replied coldly.

“Ah, forbidden fruit. That makes the conquest even sweeter.” He ran his fingers down Squall's cheek.

Squall jerked his head back he was now beyond irritated with this man “You know nothing about me. And the only thing I know about you is that you can move adequately on the dance floor, and if your moves there are any indication of your moves in bed. Huth, I can get more pleasure jacking off.”

“Ah my beautiful Blue Eyes. I can guarantee that I will be the best lover you ever had. I can take you places that you've never been before.” Sephiroth breathed out.

“Really? And where's that the clinic so I can make sure that I didn't catch anything from you?” Squall said coldly and started to walk away.

Sephiroth reached out and grabbed Squall and brought his body snug against him. Rubbing his erection up and down Squall's groin.

Squall pushed away from him and backslapped him across the face. “Keep your fucking hands off of me.” He barked then looking down he sneered contemptuously, “So is that a roll of dimes in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Turned and stomped across the dance floor and back upstairs.

The pale green eyes flashed as he watched that hot tight body move off the dance floor. He stroked his cheek where he still felt the sting of the slap he had received. “Oh I know everything about you Blue Eyes. Everything! And you will be mine my beauty, I will have you.” He would be patient and his patience would pay off in the end. That thought firmly in his mind he left the club and went home. His real home not that run down shack where he meet Reno.

Seifer had stood and walked over to the railing, right now Squall was his partner first, his lover second. But when that silver haired freak of nature had touched Squall, it had taken all his self-control not to go roaring downstairs and ripping the guys fucking head off. And when he grabbed Squall that had been it, he spun away from the railing and was halfway down the stairs when he saw Squall pounding back up them.

Seifer paused and waited for his lover and when Squall reached him he pulled the irate brunet into his arms, “Are you okay baby?”

Squall rested his head against Seifer's shoulder, “I am now. When we get home remind me to take a long hot bath so I can get the stench and feel of that man off my body.”

“I will. I'll even wash you're back for you.” Seifer promised and kissed him softly on the mouth.

“Ummm. That sounds really nice. I've had it Seif. It's obvious that asshole isn't going to let up, now is the time for me to ask Vincent what he knows.” Squall whispered softly against his lover's mouth, and allowed himself to be led back upstairs.

Reaching the table Squall husked out, “Cloud, Zell I hate to be rude but I need you to move to another table.”

Neither man even questioned him but rose from the table and walked away. Sitting down in one of the vacated chairs Squall looked across the table at Vincent and said harshly, “I want you to tell me everything you know about him Vincent.”

“His name is Sephiroth Jenova and he is bad news Squall. Unfortunately I know very little about him.” Vincent replied honestly.

“Well it's convenient that I do know about him.” Angelo said softly. “Like Vincent told you he is trouble. He's an assassin. Right now he's working for a man by the name of Gene Caraway, who lives here on the west coast. Squall it's imperative that you are careful around him. If he set's his sights on something he will get it. He doesn't care whom he has to hurt to do it. If he wants you he will have you, even if he has to force you.” Angelo said grimly.

“Fucking son of a bitch!” Squall swore violently. “God damn it! I can't believe this.” Glaring across the table at Angelo he snarled, “So if I fuck him will that be the end of it?”

“What?” Seifer barked.

“Don't worry baby it's never going to happen. I'd shove my dick in a meat grinder first.” Squall replied.

“No!” Vincent whispered sadly. “It won't be the end of it. Squall you wouldn't be fucking him, he'd be fucking you. And once he got tired of you he'd pass you around to his friends.”

Squall looked across the table and saw a look in Vincent's eyes that he had never seen before, a look of total humiliation and regret. “It was him wasn't it? He raped you didn't he?” He said softly.

“Yes! It was him. I'm so sorry Squall.” Vincent replied, tears starting to fill his eyes. “It wasn't rape the first time, but afterwards it was.”

Squall frowned and asked, “Why didn't you go the police?”

“Because I was ashamed?” Vincent replied hoarsely. “I was ashamed that I let it happen to me. I felt like I deserved it, since I had been unfaithful to you Squall.”

Seifer slammed his fist down on the table hard enough to rattle the glasses on the smooth polished surface and said in a low dangerous growl, “Vincent rape is ugly. No matter who it happens to. It is ugly and it is violent. And nobody ever deserves it. Nobody!”

Squall pushed away from the table and walked over to where Vincent was sitting and took him into his arms and rocked him back and forth making soothing sounds deep in his throat. “Vincent, look at me.” He ordered quietly.

Vincent pulled back a little and saw something in Squall's eyes that he thought he'd never see again. Compassion.

“Vince, I forgive you.” Squall smiled at him and wiped away the tears that were falling down alabaster cheeks. “Now you need to stop crying. Okay? It will be all right.”

Vincent switched to German, which he knew Squall spoke fluently, but his father didn't, “Why don't you let me put a mark on him for you?” It had amused Squall to teach him how to speak German. He had offered to return the favor and teach Squall Italian but found that Squall was fluent in that language as well.

Squall dropped his voice to a barely audible whisper and returned in kind, “I didn't hear that Vincent. I'm a cop remember?”

Vincent blushed, “Yes.”

Squall smiled at him, “Good. Now let's drop it for now. I need time to think about how I'm going to handle this little problem.”

Angelo Valentinius hadn't understood the exchange between his son and Squall Leonhart, but he did know one thing, Sephiroth Jenova would die. He would die for the dishonor he brought on the Valentinius family name.

When Squall and Seifer got home that night they took a long leisurely bath together. Squall rose from the tub and Seifer went to follow him. “No! Stay here I'll be right back.” He breathed out huskily.

When Squall returned to the bathroom he was carrying two Dixie cups one that had little ice chips in it, the other empty and a bottle of peppermint extract. Placing the items by the tub he ordered, “Get up and sit on the edge of the tub and open your legs.”

“Why?” Seifer asked as he complied.

“Baby, I'm going to show you things that you never learned in school.” Squall said his voice filled with lust as he crawled back into the bathtub and knelt between Seifer's spread legs. “Move your ass a little closer to me.”

When Seifer had Squall looked at him again, his eyes glazed to midnight black, “Do you know what a polar cap is Seif?” He whispered and licked the head of Seifer's erection.

“Yeah it's a cap of ice and snow either on the north or south pole right?” Seifer moaned.

“Yes. It is that. But it's also this.” Squall replied, then took the cup of ice chips and put them in his cheeks, grabbed Seifer's hips and held on tightly then encased his hard length in his mouth.

The reaction was instantaneous. Seifer screamed and bucked his hips, “Jesus Christ that's cold.” But as Squall's mouth moved up and down him he realized that he was feeling different sensations. The heat of Squall's mouth and the ice were driving him into an unabashed frenzy.

He started moving his hips in time with Squall's rhythm. His moans were getting louder and louder and he felt like he was going to come. Squall felt Seifer's orgasm start to build and stopped, “No!” Seifer groaned, “Don't stop baby.”

Squall picked up the empty cup and spit the quickly melting ice cubes into it. Then took the other cup and put a small drop of the peppermint extract in and added warm water to it, “Seif, I haven't even started yet. Now it's time for a peppermint twist.” Squall husked out and took the water in his mouth and went down on Seifer again.

“Mother of god!” Seifer growled. He felt little tingles shooting up and down his length and it was incredible. Every little nerve in his hardness was on end and he felt them rubbing against Squall's tongue and the roof of his mouth and god, the hotness of his throat. Like the ice cubes it was a whole new sensation, except for hot and cold this was hot, tingly and cold. Fisting his hand in Squall's hair he helped move his head up and down while he rocked his hips forward. “Squall! Oh god! Baby I'm coming.” He groaned and exploded in Squalls mouth in a hot spicy burst.

Squall pulled his head back and swallowed every sticky drop, the peppermint and cinnamon mixing to new sensational flavors on his taste buds.

Seifer slid back down into the water and grabbed Squall yanking him up to his body and kissed him hard and deep. Breaking away he panted out, “God damn it Sweet Cheeks, that was incredible.” Then kissed him again, tasting not only the peppermint and cinnamon that he knew was he, but also the sweet honey taste that was distinctly Squall.

Seifer pulled Squall's eel slick body from the water and picking up a towel dried his lover off, and did the same for himself.

Seifer picked Squall up again and cradled him against his broad chest and carried him into the bedroom. Where he lay his body down on the bed and starting at his sexy brunets forehead started to kiss and lick slowly down his firm body. “My sexy little Oreo. I love your sweet creamy filling.” Seifer growled against Squall's taut belly and encased his lovers' hard length in his mouth.

The rest of the night was filled in one passion filled moment following another until they finally fell into an exhausted sleep at 4:00 a.m.