My Room, My Rules

Squix owns all. Except my own demented meanderings of the mind.
Warnings: Slash, language, light bondage, M/M/M (this chapter too - but Seifer is still NOT getting a harem!)


A/N: (1) Squix is mother, Squix is father - adaptation of Babylon 5's Psy Corps
(The Corps is mother, the Corps is father).

(2) "Keep it secret. Keep it safe" Gandalf to Frodo about the One Ring (movie version) in Fellowship of the Ring; Lord of the Rings. Congrats to Jiall and Shadows of Nyx.

And no, Shadows - not dead yet. Just snowed under in a new job. 'Bout got it under control now, so more updates (Yea!). The other issue was those darn notebooks -- twenty notebooks with chapters and shorts for various genres (always keep one handy - never know when a plot bunny will bite me in the ass). Just today I discovered I had started chapter twelve in two different notebooks. Which to go with ....


And apologies for the lateness.

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The story so far ...

As the last drop was suckled from the straining cowboy, he collapsed back onto the bed, blood rushing in his ears and his vision graying at the edges. Coming back to himself, he looked up at the pair of blondes, then down at their unsatisfied need. Though exhausted, he smiled and rolled over onto his stomach. Wiggling his ass in the air, he leered over his shoulder, hands still twisted into their jersey prison.

"Round 2?"

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Chapter 11 - Pleasure’s Power ... And Responsibilities.


Seifer smiled, but it was the fighter who answered. "Catch your breath, Curly," murmured the platinum blonde, turning his cyan gaze back to his Sorcerer. "We have some catching up to do." He drew the strawberry blonde's head down, suckling on the gunbladist's full lower lip.

Almasy growled and gathered his Commando closer, wrapping his arms about that muscular waist. One hand dropped down to trace across a smooth buttock. The fighter mewled and launched himself onto the taller blonde, wrapping his legs about the bigger man and devouring the open mouth before him.

Seifer clutched his lover's slim hips, grinding against him. He moaned at the electric touch of their cocks rubbing together. He always loved it when his little Commando crawled up his larger frame. He loved it when that agile form wrapped around his own. Hyne, he just loved that Chicken Shit, period.

Zell groaned and ground down on the hardness probing at this backside. Mentally cursing the emerald-eyed sex god, he wiggled and squirmed, trying to position himself properly above it, unable to get the proper angle to impale himself upon his Sorcerer's cock.

"Se-Fe ... Baby, please ... Need it ... Need you ... Baby, pleeeeassssse!"

Seifer smirked at the cowboy who twisted and scooted to the edge of the bed, creating an inviting space beside him. The gunbladist tossed the platinum blonde onto the center of the bed, staring at the luscious display spread out before him.

The fighter lay back, his weight supported on his elbows. He opened his legs further in invitation and licked his lips. He felt his whole body clench at the hot emerald gaze raking over his form. His heavily weeping length jerked and left streamers of glistening precum trailing down to his taut abdomen. He lazily licked a finger and circled a dark, flat nipple. Moaning encouragingly, Zell allowed the larger blonde to push his legs up and open further, baring his tight, pink hole.

Falling back the rest of the way unto the bed, he rocked his hips up to larger man. "Take me, Seifer!" he demanded, his cyan eyes pleading with his lover. "Fuck. Me. NOW."

With a smirk, the Sorcerer presented his fingers to his Commando. The little blonde lovingly sucked them in, liberally coating them with his saliva. Teasingly, Seifer slowly withdrew them and traced his way down his lover to that winking entrance. Mischievously, he circled the eager opening, his calloused finger pads dancing across grasping flesh. The gunbladist smirked as Zell whined and thrust his hips against the delicate touches. Carefully, he slid a single digit in, groaning as the welcoming heat clamped about the invader.

The fighter mewled and bucked his hips, wordlessly begging for more. His lover snarled and plunged a second finger in, spearing the smaller blonde’s prostate. Zell screamed and ground himself down onto Seifer. He clutched his thighs near his knees, drawing them up further, opening himself more to his Sorcerer.

“Now, Se-Fe!”

“Baby, you’re not stre-”

“Don’t care!” panted his Commando. “Need it NOW !”

Irvine lay to the side, in awe of the sight before him. So raw. So sensual. So perfect. Such strength and beauty. As much as his bound wrists would allow, the sniper raised up on an elbow and watched in fascination as the ex-Knight slowly pushed into the tight little blonde.

“Hyne, yesssss. Fuck, Chickie, it’s like coming home!” moaned Seifer.

His Commando smiled slyly, then snapped his hips up, impaling himself on the thick cock of his Sorcerer.

Seifer howled and shook as he was devoured by the smaller man’s tight ass. He grabbed the muscular hips, stilling all movement. He sucked in deep breath, struggling to fight off his impending orgasm as he stared down into those pools of bright blue. As slight shift of the mattress reminded the gunbladist of the sniper’s presence. A wicked grin lit up his face as he turned to the bald man.

“K’Boy! Get your ass over here!” he whispered.

At Irvine’s startled glance, the older man smirked.

“Ride his face, K’Boy,” Seifer rasped.

The sniper looked absolutely shocked, then a slow smile began to creep across his face. Carefully, he rose to his knees and gingerly swung a leg across the fighter. Holding tight to the bed frame, he arched his back and dangled his hardened bits by Zell’s soft lips. Irvine sobbed with bliss when the platinum blonde latched on. He couldn’t stop the thrusting motions of his lean hips as the fighter suckled him, nor could he stop the intensity of his howling moans.

The ex-Knight held himself still as the sharpshooter clumsily swung a leg across his fighter and offered his cock to the hungry mouth below. Seifer moaned quietly as tanned hands grasped the lily white ass and urged it closer. As he did so, he spread the pale globes to reveal the cowboy's inviting hole. Seifer couldn’t resist. He felt Zell bucking against him as he leaned forward and ran his tongue around the alluring opening. Irvine moaned and shivered as he speared his tongue through the tight muscle of the bald man. When the sniper cried out, Seifer smiled to himself and snapped his hips forward, driving into his Commando.

Zell felt like he was being spun out of control, and that was fine by him. He grabbed the muscular ass above him, urging the sniper to drop lower, to feed him more of that delicious cock. Muffled by the sharpshooter, he rocked his own ass upwards, trying to signal his lover that he was ready. From a distance, he heard Irvine’s broken cry and wondered at its cause. Then Seifer plunged into his prostate, and he wondered no more.

Irvine was incoherent with pleasure. Hands still bound in his own T shirt, he knelt above the platinum blonde, and his knees were spread wide to drop his cock into the welcoming heat below. Crying, howling, and swearing, he thrust down into the welcoming mouth of the fighter, then arched back against mouth devouring his ass. He swung higher and higher on the pendulum of ecstasy, ever reaching for that point beyond his reach.

Dincht relaxed his jaw and allowed the driving motion of the cowboy to fill his mouth. As his Sorcerer pounded into him, he growled in delight, causing the man above him to scream at the sensation. He felt Seifer nuzzling at the sniper’s ass and obligingly spread the cheeks wide to give his lover access. He was rewarded with a broken cry and involuntary deeper thrust before the bald man arched back into the overwhelming feelings. Smiling to himself, he wrapped his legs around his Sorcerer and settled in to the ride.

Seifer drove into his Commando’s welcoming depths, rumbling at the tight heat that pulled at his cock. He felt Zell shift, then the fighter’s heels settled into the small of his back. Knowing his lover’s signal to give it to him deep and hard, the gunbladist did just that. Seifer let himself go, slamming into the little blonde while he alternatingly sucked and chewed on the cowboy’s ass.

Irvine couldn’t take it anymore. The blondes were just too much. “Zell ... Seif ... I’m ... I’m gonna ...”

“Do it, K’Boy,” whispered the gunbladist, licking at the sensitized hole. Driving his tongue in, he “pushed” a bit of his magic within just as Zell tried the same from below.

“HYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE!!!!!” Irvine screamed as fire burned him with his ass and lightning flashed up his cock. They met somewhere within him and a maelstrom of electricity and heat expanded through every fiber of his being. The cowboy shook and cried at the power of the orgasm ripping through him. He drove into hot mouth and held there, quaking at the aftershocks.

Zell swallowed his offering, shifting back enough to breathe before suckling gently at the softening cock. He felt the weight gradually increase until he had to tap Seifer’s forearm,
interrupting his “snack”.

The gunbladist quickly shifted the dead weight of the now unconscious Irvine to the side, then looked down at his Commando in delight. “Congratulations, Chickie. You finally fucked someone unconscious.” The Sorcerer leaned down and wickedly whispered in his ear. “Too bad you can’t do that to me ...”

The Commando’s eyes flashed cyan, and he launched. In a heartbeat, the Sorcerer was on his back with Zell on top of him, still impaled on his lover’s shaft. “Wanna rephrase that?”

"Ride me, Chickie," whispered the strawberry blonde. "Ride me to the stars."

Zell started a slow, steady rhythm of rising and falling while smoothing a hand sensually around his own chest. Catching green eyes, he darted his pink tongue out and licked his lips deliberately. At his Sorcerer's deep groan, he grabbed his strong hand and sucked a thick digit inside.

Seifer moaned at the sight before him. His Commando was so hot he was steaming! The well-muscled torso rose and fell in a smooth cadence as he impaled himself upon Seifer's generous cock. Unable to stop himself, he raised a wondering hand to the sweat-slickened chest above him, but it was intercepted and taken up to that talented mouth and devoured.

Puckered lips tightened as a tongue curled about and suckled upon the invading finger. He groaned again as the pulsing tempo above matched the pounding rhythm below. He felt like he was fucking Zell on both ends.

He spat upon his hand, then firmly grasped his Commando's cock. The fighter's own movements pumped that delicious flesh in gunbladist's snug grip. Suddenly, Seifer wasn't the only one groaning, and then Zell picked up the pace, slamming himself down again and again.

"Fuck me, Se-Fe," he moaned, blissfully unaware that he was the one controlling the pace. "Fuck me hard, baby."

"... Zell ..." Seifer cried out brokenly.

"C'mon, baby," whispered the Commando encouragingly. "Give ... it ... to ... me ..."

"Oh, Hyne, Zell ... I'm gonna ..." the Sorcerer warned as he felt the pressure pooling in his groin.

Zell allowed the gunbladist's finger to slip from his mouth and arched backwards away from questing hands. A devious smile graced his lips and he dropped his upper body weight back onto his hands by Seifer's knees.

The Sorcerer cried out at the change of position, then it made him see stars as his Commando continued to buck his hips. He stared at the glistening male arched back in ecstasy, his manhood jutting proudly into the gunbladist's inviting grip. The fighter's tightly clenched buttocks continued to milk his straining cock.

"Chickie, ..." he warned one last time. Zell's only response was to slam down and clench his muscles about his Sorcerer's erection. "Hyne, YEESSSSS!" Seifer screamed, shooting deep into that welcoming heat. He thrust up sharply, still stroking his Commando's cock. With a guttural cry, he held the muscular hips down while he repeatedly slammed up upwards into that tight vice. "ZEELLLLL!!!"

The Commando let his Sorcerer ride out his orgasm before triggering his own. "Se-Fe! Ba-by!" he moaned as he clasped a hand about the Seifer's and stroked himself to completion. With a growl, his cum erupted out and over their clasped hands like lava oozing out of a volcano.

Zell flopped forward, but caught himself before he collapsed onto his Sorcerer's chest and smeared the sticky fluid between them. Leaning down, he gave Seifer a chaste kiss and a shy smile.

"Gotta clean up, babe," he whispered, gesturing towards his crotch and abdomen. "Gimme a hand?"

The gunbladist groaned in complaint, but lifted the fighter up and off his softening cock and the bed. As Zell scampered off to the bathroom with a thin trickle escaping down his leg, Seifer reached for his discarded vest at the side of the bed. After a few minutes of rummaging, he located his smokes and lighter. He'd almost quit. Just a quick light up after sex while Chickie was in the john. Not even a full cig. Shouldn't count at all.

Waiting for his beloved, he released the cowboy from his hopelessly knotted T shirt. Poor kid, the jersey cloth had actually chaffed his wrists from the strength of his thrashings. He smiled as his Commando came back from the bathroom with a sheepish grin on his face.

"Sorry 'bout that," whispered the fighter, crossing the room. Nearing the bed, his eyes flickered over the still slumbering cowboy. Immediately, his face lost all expression. Tenderly, he covered the sniper with the discarded blankets before signaling for Seifer to follow him out of the room.

Silently, they headed down the stairs, pausing only to grab a couple of bathrobes from the bathroom. Upon reaching the living room, the Commando held a figure over the Sorcerer's lips for a moment before sweeping the room for bugs once more. Upon making sure the room was still clean, Zell put the scanner away and flopped down onto the couch, burying his head in his hands.

All of Seifer's old insecurities exploded within his mind. He doesn't love you. You're a fling. A way to pass the time. You aren't worth the ground he stands on. He wants the cowboy. He had a taste, and he wants more. He wants him! It's over. He's gonna leave your sorry ass ...

"Se-Fe, I'm worried about Irvine ..."

Here it comes!

"I don't know how to say this ..."

Oh Fuck! I can't do this!

"When I cured him up on that ledge, I cured him of more than just a few scrapes and bruises..."

He's gonna ... Huh?

"His throat ..."

Seifer gave up his internal dialog and doubts. Sitting next to his Commando, he was unprepared when Zell went cold and unyielding in his voice and manner. The only bit of emotion was a single hand clutching at one of his Sorcerer's. "Hyne, Se-Fe, it was horrible!" The fighter's voice was dead and lifeless. "His neck ... the marks ..."

"Sssshhhh. Easy, easy, baby," Seifer soothed. "Deep breath, now. That's it. Deeep breath. Now. From the top. You found Kinneas on the cliff. And on his neck ..."

"I don't want to jump to conclusions, Se-Fe. I really don't. But ... it's an inside leak. And Squall says it's one of the higher level SeeDs, maybe even one of the Orphanage Gang. Baby, there were marks on his necks. CHAIN. LINK. MARKS. Like someone wrapped their weapon around his neck and tried to choke him!!"

Zell raised watery eyes to meet his Sorcerer's calm but concerned ones. "Now, who do we know who is in the inner circle and has a weapon with chain links? How could she, Se-Fe? How could she betray Irvine like that? Why would she try to kill him?!?"


TBC

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A/N: Thanks so much for the words of encouragement and reviews, especially Shadows of Nyx. No, I am not dead yet.