Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Santa Claus is coming to town ( Chapter 43 )

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

CHAPTER 43: Santa Claus is coming to town

As Squall was getting ready Seifer was sitting on the commode watching as he teased his hair up in a rooster tail that looked close to the one that he had on the first night they had gone out.

Seifer had been ready since 5:00 and it was quickly approaching 5:30 and Squall hadn't gotten dressed yet he was just wearing his robe while he fiddled with his hair. Glancing at his watch again he said, “You need to hurry Sweet Cheeks or we're going to be late.”

“I'm never late. It's the rest of the world that goes too fast.” Squall quipped back at him. He had never been late for anything before and tonight it looked like he just might be. Of course all those other times he had gotten ready to go somewhere he hadn't had the distraction of Seifer Almasy. Looking in the mirror one last time he was satisfied with how he looked. He had once again lined his eyes with black eyeliner and had put cherry lip-gloss on his mouth.

Exiting the bathroom he walked over to the bed where the clothes he would be wearing that night were lain out. Shedding the robe he quickly pulled on the black leather lace up fly pants and a black leather vest. Sitting on the edge of the bed he pulled on his socks and a pair of black leather boots.

Turning to where Seifer was watching him he gave his lover a sexy smile and asked, “What do you think?”

“That Blondie is right, Krylon at it's finest.” Seifer leered at him. God damn it he was so fucking horny right now and he briefly wondered if Squall were still sore.

Squall saw the look of wanton desire flash across Seifer's handsome face unfortunately he was still a little tender but he hated seeing his lover in such a state. Strutting tantalizingly over to where the blond was standing he fell to his knees in front of him and grabbing the fly between his teeth ripped the buttons open one at a time.

Seifer's hard length sprang free from the tight confines and was immediately encased in Squall's hot wet mouth. He started to tangle his fingers in Squalls hair and found his erection quickly released from the confines of the cavern that it had recently occupied.

Squall gazed up at him and said, “Don't mess up my hair.” Parting his lips he encircled Seifer once again going down to the hilt and deep-throating him. Knowing what pleased his lover Squall purred deep in his throat vibrating his vocal cords around the throbbing length.

The silky blond curls tickled Squall's nose and caused him to giggle a little, which sent different sensations down the length of Seifer's shaft. Grasping Squall's shoulders he dug his fingers into the warm muscled flesh and moaned, “On god yes baby like that.” Then started thrusting his hips rapidly back and forth he soon felt his crisis peaking and exploded in his lover's mouth.

Yanking him to his feet Seifer crushed his mouth down on his lovers plunging his tongue between those full pouty lips. Savoring in the taste of his fluids and what remained of the cherry lip-gloss that Squall had applied earlier. Seifer moaned, “Let me return the favor Squall.”

Squall broke the kiss and with a breathy whisper replied, “When we get home. Otherwise we're going to be late.”

Seifer hadn't released Squall and slowly kissed over to his ear where he licked the soft earlobe, “Are you sure?'

Squall pulled away from his lover and reached down tucked the blond's semi-hard member back into his jeans and quickly buttoned the fly back up. Smiling at Seifer he replied, “I'm positive.”

“Then come on Sweet Cheeks I can't wait to see you shake that sexy ass of yours all over the dance floor.” Seifer groused good-naturedly.

When the arrived at Groove Thang it was 5:55, Squall looked at his watch and flashed Seifer a cheeky smile, “See I told you we wouldn't be late.”

Going in they found that Cloud and Yazoo had commandeered a table for them and that Vincent was also there except that he was out on the dance floor dancing with a guy that looked like he was also a refugee from Club Vampyre.

Seeing them approach the table Cloud leapt gracefully to his feet and yanked Squall out to dance. Seifer chuckled softly and went over and joined Yazoo at the table.

“Hi Seifer, you're late.” Yazoo smiled at the big blond.

Seifer snorted, “According to Squall he's never late. It's the rest of the world that goes too fast.” And gazed out to where Squall and Cloud were now dancing. Like before he was mesmerized by how well they moved together, although he was biased and thought that Squall was the much better dancer. His lithe body was like quicksilver undulating to the savage beat of the music.

Yazoo smirked at him and turned his attention to the dance floor where the two men were dancing. He was stunned at the raw sensual beauty that they created. He was gaga in love with Cloud Strife but watching Squall Leonhart dance was like seeing some long forgotten dance deity come to life. He moved in perfect synch with the music. He briefly wondered what the sultry brunet would have been like in bed, but shook the thought away as quickly as it had entered his mind. Glancing over at the handsome blond he saw that Seifer's eyes were following Squall around the dance floor. He asked, “Seifer would it be okay if I danced with your boyfriend?”

Seifer tore his eyes away from watching Squall bump and grind against Cloud and groaned, “If you can tear him away from yours I don't see why not.”

Vincent Valentine tore away from the guy who he was dancing with. The weirdo was starting to creep him out, especially when he suggested they go back to his place and share blood. Arriving at the table in a swirl of crimson and black he gracefully fell into one of the empty chairs. “Hello Seifer, Yazoo.” He greeted his voice dark and low. Standing suddenly he strolled across the room and ask the man who had just entered the club if he would like to dance.

Reno Carson was horny. After he had given Gene Caraway his report on how the meeting with Mr. Valentinius went he made the decision that he was going to go out and get laid. He didn't care if it was a one-night stand or not. He hadn't had a piece of ass in almost six months and right now he needed one. Of course spending time with Squall and his blond sex god hadn't really helped with his frustration. He had been tempted to ask them if they were interested in a three-way but remembering his research on Squall Leonhart didn't bother, since the brunet took fidelity very seriously.

He had gone to his quarters in the Caraway Mansion and changed his clothes and was now in a pair of tight white jeans and black mesh shirt. When he walked through the door of Groove Thang he saw several interesting prospects but when he saw him his heart hit his feet and skipped merrily back up to his chest. Holy cats the man was so fucking hot and holy hell he was walking over to him.

Vincent stopped and looked down at Reno and said, “Do you want to dance?”

Words failed him and that had never happened before, but this sinfully gorgeous man had rendered him mute. Unable to speak Reno just shook his head up and down, he knew that he would be spending the night with this man so right now talking didn't concern him.

When the music ended for the one song and as it started for the next Yazoo pushed away from the table and waltzed out to where Squall and Cloud were still moving together, “My turn to dance with your Heartbreaker my love.”

Cloud stuck his lower lip out in a mock pout but left the dance floor and went over to the table to sit by Seifer winked and smirked, “Hey Texas, how's it hanging?”

Seifer's smart-assed reply was, “About 12” to the left.”

“God damn no wonder Heartbreakers walking with a limp.” Cloud grinned at the tall Texan.

Seifer raised an eyebrow at the spiky haired blond and smirked with satisfaction.

Zell Dincht arrived at the club as soon as it had opened at 5:00 and had been trying rather unsuccessfully to ward of several unwanted advances. He happened to look across the room where he saw Seifer and Cloud sitting at a table talking. Making a hasty retreat he practically ran over to where they were sitting and pleaded, “Save me from men who don't understand the word no.”

Seifer smirked at him and said, “Grab a chair.”

Zell was getting ready to sit down when the dance ended and Squall and Yazoo went over to join their boyfriends.

“Cloud would you like to dance?” Zell asked hopefully.

Cloud smiled at the shorter blond and went out to the dance floor with him and immediately regretted it.

Yazoo's eyes followed Cloud and a frown crossed his face turning to Squall he asked, “What in the hell is he doing?”

Squall and Seifer looked out to where Cloud was attempting to dance with Zell. What they saw was a comedy on two feet. Zell was doing a combination of The Chicken Dance, The Mashed Potato and The Twist and he looked like he was having a seizure.

“Dancing.” Squall offered helpfully.

“Yeah if you say so Sweet Cheeks.” Seifer smirked and pushed away from the table and strutted out to the dance floor. Placing a firm hand on Zell's shoulder he pulled him away from Cloud and smirked, “Why don't you go sit down before you hurt yourself?” Then grasping Clouds shoulder pulled him away and continued dancing with him.

Zell pivoted, pounded off the dance floor and went back over to the table where the two blonds had so recently been sitting plopping down in a chair he started to pout and sulk. “What's wrong with the way I dance?” He asked glumly.

“Nothing if you're trying to put your partner in traction.” Yazoo sneered.

Zell gave Yazoo a sour look and snapped, “What's that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you need to find a certain dance and stick with it.” Yazoo replied.

“I just like to move to the music like everybody else.” Zell offered.

Squall was listening to the conversation but his eyes were on the dance floor where Seifer and Cloud were dancing, turning he smiled at his friend and said, “Zell when Cloud and Seif get done with their dance I'm going to drag Cloud back out on the dance floor and I want you to watch how we move together.”

“Alright, but what good is that going to do?” He asked petulantly.

Cloud and Seifer came back to the table, but before they could sit Squall had leapt gracefully to his feet and grabbed Cloud's hand and led him back out under the pulsing lights.

Zell watched intently as their bodies moved back and forth. Seifer seeing him glanced over at Yaz and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. Taking a swallow of his drink he spewed it across the table when Yazoo offered, “Dancing 101.”

“Did I say something funny?” Yazoo questioned.

Seifer regained his breath and rasped out, “Sorry about that. Just remembering a different 101 class that Squall is teaching.”

The dance finished Cloud walked back over to the table and Squall headed in the direction of the men's room.

“What's Squall doing?” Zell asked as Cloud sat down by Yazoo.

Cloud answered snidely, “Changing his tampon.” Which caused Seifer and Yazoo to break up laughing.

Zell had the good grace to blush and laugh too when he realized how absolutely ridiculous his question had been.

Cloud glanced across the room and saw Denny his recent ex entering the club and groaned, “Ah hell!”

Yazoo placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and asked voice filled with concern, “What's wrong my love?”

“Nothing just my ex who's a practicing hobosexual.” Cloud replied pertly.

A quizzical look crossed Seifer's handsome face, “Hobosexual.”

Cloud snorted out a laugh, “Yeah a bum fuck.”

The comment caused the tables occupants to start laughing again. It was this happy scene that greeted Vincent and Reno. Having danced together several times they found that they were thirsty and went over and joined the four men. Sitting down in the unoccupied chairs Vincent signaled the waitress over and ordered drinks for everyone.

Squall walked out of the men's room and went to rejoin his friends arriving at the table he found that in the short amount of time he had been gone that the number had increased and there were no empty chairs. Seifer patted his lap and said lasciviously, “Come here baby and sit on Santa's lap and tell me what you want for Christmas.” When Squall had settled on his lap and snuggled in against his chest Seifer drawled sinfully, “Or we could always talk about the first thing that pops up.”

Squall laughed, “You are so vile.”

“You know it baby. But that's what you love about me.” Seifer finished with a leer.