Absolution II: Redemption

Disclaimer: They still aren’t mine, even though Seifer seems to have taken up residence in my head lately. And he’s actually not a bad mental companion sometimes. Other times, he just gets on my nerves.

WARNINGS: Plot twist, lemony goodness, bondage, some control games, and a healthy dose of confusion and angst. Don’t like, don’t read. Simple as that. Oh, and Squall talks a lot, which is almost OOC.

It's been a long year
Since you've been gone
I've been alone here
I've grown old
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
~ Velvet Revolver – Fall to Pieces
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“I’m sure you have a lot of questions for me, Seifer,” Squall begins, the faintest hint of sadness obvious in his smooth tenor voice. I still don’t get why he’s sad at all. It’s not like he actually missed me, right?

“Congratulations for once again stating the obvious, Leonhart. Why in the fuck am I here, what were you doing in Esthar, why were you in a skirt, and why the hell do you keep sounding as if you’re about to break down and cry like some worried, lovesick teenage girl?” The look on his face is absolutely priceless, but pained at the same time. Hyne, when did he get so sensitive?

He looks down, plays with his pendant absently, and doesn’t say anything for a long moment before taking a deep breath and looking up at me. Stormy eyes meet hazel and he starts to speak.

“I was in Esthar on a mission, trying to find and arrest some drug dealers. A source told me that my biggest target often sold to whores, so I disguised myself as one in hopes of seeing her. The redhead gave me her name and then described you. That got me motivated enough to stay around and try to find the both of you.

“On the day that he was able to take me to the part of town you and Mattie were staying in, we found her body first. I knew almost instantly that you had killed her. Gunblades are pretty distinctive, after all. Then he pointed you out. I was afraid you were dead.” He stops and looks away, making me wonder why his voice cracked a little on that last sentence.

I let the information sink into my head slowly. It means that Squall was looking for Mattie and managed to find me completely by mistake. Talk about bad luck. That makes me wish that someone less intelligent, like Zell, were assigned to do the mission instead. Still doesn’t explain why he was in a skirt, unless he considered that part of his disguise.

Long moments pass and neither of us says anything. I can’t even move because I’m still restrained. Finally, I break the silence and look up at him even though his head is still down. “There’s more you’re not tellin’ me, Squall. Spill now or I’ll smack you upside the head as soon as my hands get free.” I’ll do it, too.

One of his slim brows arches, but he doesn’t say anything, merely extends a gloved hand to touch the scar between my eyes. Squall’s other hand is touching the one on his own face, so I’m really fuckin’ confused right about now.

“Oh yeah, here’s one more question for you, Squall. I saw one of those damned TV ads Garden was paying for about me. Why did it say ‘information leading to the capture of’ instead of ‘arrest’? I’m a fucking criminal and the whole damned world knows it. Least if I died, you wouldn’t have to be bothered with puttin’ me on trial and executing me.”

Squall laughs. He listens to me and just starts laughing as if I’ve just said the funniest thing in the world. But I don’t get it. What in the hell is so fucking funny?!

“That answers what I was going to ask you, Seifer. You can tell me more later, if you actually feel like spilling your guts, but I’ll tell you what you want to know. You were Ultimecia’s puppet, not her knight. All you did was the dirty work that she didn’t want to do personally. Everyone saw what she did to Vinzer Deling that first night. If she could do that, why did she need you to protect her?”

For a moment, I try to get up and punch him right in that pretty face, but the restraints keeping my arms and legs securely to the bed prevent it. Fucking bastard. How dare he insult me like that? I was Ultimecia’s knight, her protector and devoted follower. She gave me the chance to follow my dream, not like he’d understand something as great as a romantic dream. Bet the dreams he’s had lately involve a certain other sorceress doing things I don’t even want to imagine.

I keep glaring at him, but Squall’s gone back to playing with his pendant so he doesn’t have to look at me. “You wouldn’t understand what I was. You just serve the most pathetic sorceress in existence,” I begin, then continue in a mocking, high-pitched voice, “Rinoa can’t even fight without her big, strong hero by her side.”

“Shut up before I gag you, Almasy,” he nearly growls, eyes flashing for a moment.

“No, if I had it my way, you’d be the one gagged and bound. Not to mention totally naked.” I’ve been teasing him like this for so long, he probably doesn’t think I’m serious. Wonder what he’d do if he knew that I was.

Squall sighs loudly and pushes a few bits of hair out of his face. “You can’t do anything in your present position, so I’m safe.”

Oh, just wait until I get a single limb free. “Aww, is little Squally scared I’m gonna do something to him?” I tease in that same fake feminine voice I used earlier before going back to my regular one. “If not, I dare you to free one of my arms and not leave the room afterwards.”

He never could resist a challenge, so he reaches out to undo the restraint around my right arm, probably thinking that I’m going to hit him. I want to, but there are a lot of other things I could do to him with one hand available. Some are much less appropriate than others.

Hyne, I know what I want to do, but at the same time I can’t make myself do it. I want to somehow fuck him into the wall or into this bed, but I risk seeing that hurt expression stay there and I don’t need the guilt of that on my conscience as well. I see now, Almasy. You’ll rape Zell, yet you can’t do the same to Squall. It appears you have a heart after all.

I don’t need any more guilt; fuck, I don’t want to harm him. And yet, I want to hurt him. I want to make him scream and moan and bleed and watch that icy shell crack for me and only me. He’ll never let me, though, and this time, I won’t proceed without permission. Might still be a cocky, arrogant bastard, but I am not going to violate another person like I did once before.

My hand’s just sitting there at my side, so I use it to undo all the other restraints. First my left arm and then the ones around my calves. Did they really think I was going to kick them? Wait, maybe I did and just can’t remember it now.

Squall watches me, not making a move until I stand up and hold onto the bed for balance. Hyne damn it all, how long have I been here in the hospital anyway?

“You can’t leave, Seifer. I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

“Thought you said I wasn’t wanted, Commander,” I snap back as harshly as possible. I ain’t plannin’ on leaving, but it’s good he can’t read the expression on my face.

Squall’s eyes narrow and that scar between his brows almost disappears in the furrow created by the look on his face. Funny to think that I missed that look of complete concentration, usually combined with some long internal monologue that he’ll never share with anyone else. Except for maybe Rinoa. She seems like the kind of person to force him to open up. You can’t really force Squall, though. Everything he does has to be on his own terms or not at all.

Just to get him to stop thinking so damned much, I shove him against the nearest wall and kiss him hard, my lips finding that his are surprisingly soft. Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for too damned long. Should have done it during one of our training sessions to totally catch him off guard.

He tenses up, but doesn’t actually resist me. Then again, Squall really doesn’t kiss back either. I press one knee in between his thighs and nudge them apart as I kiss him again, my tongue sliding across his lips. This time, they part and I moan softly at the slightly minty, cool taste of his mouth. A similar sound makes my lips vibrate and I smirk to myself and rub my knee into his leather-and-belt-covered groin.

Since I ain’t in much, just a hospital gown and a pair of worn sweats, Squall’s definitely overdressed. His arms wrap around my neck lightly when I nip and suck his lower lip, so that thought disappears and I just focus on what the hell I’m doing to him.

My mouth moves from his own and I kiss down his jawline, smirking when his head tilts to the side to give me easier access to his neck. Damn, he’s submitting to me without a second thought and that really turns me on. I suck his unpierced ear for a moment and shift again to lick and nibble just behind his ear, smirking when teasing that spot makes him moan softly. Still rubbing against him, I keep up the pattern of carefully biting, sucking, and licking. Wouldn’t wanna leave a mark, now would I?

I briefly stop moving my leg between his and chuckle since he starts rocking against it. His erection is noticeable against my thigh and I feel his gaze flicker down to my own crotch for a moment. Maybe another day, I’ll take the time to actually bother with foreplay. Right now, I just wanna fuck him.

Our eyes meet and I can see that he’s actually pouting. Squall Leonhart pouting is probably one of the sexiest sights imaginable. There’s more hair in his face than usual, his lips are pressure-bruised, and I really want to fuck him senseless, but I have to make sure he wants this. I pull my leg back, place one hand on either side of his head, and look down into that blue-gray gaze. At least he doesn’t look hurt now. All I see there now is some emotion mixed with what might be desire.

“You want more, Squally?” I ask as my thumb grazes across his cheekbone and he draws in a slow breath.

“Seifer, just fuck me or you’ll end up restrained to that bed again,” he mumbles back, my other hand now fumbling with one of his belts.

I chuckle and kiss him roughly again, both hands moving to undo each of the belts around his waist. Two fall to the floor with soft thuds, but I hold the third and smirk at him. “Now as nice as that sounded, Leonhart, you won’t get it unless you ask nicely. And I’d like to see you try to get me back in the bed.” Let’s see if he likes to play games.

“Fuck me, please,” is the only thing he says. Good boy.

This time, he’s the one that starts the kiss and he rocks up into my hand when I undo his fly. Hell, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s wanted this just as long as I have. At least I’ve got something resembling patience. Doubt I’ll have it much longer, though.

His pants pool around his knees and I turn him to face the wall so his ass is exposed to me. Another time, I’d love to see what kind of marks this thick, red leather belt would leave, but I’m too fucking horny to waste time right now. Instead, I tug his arms behind his back, push the sleeves of his leather coat up, wrap the belt around his wrists, and tighten it securely so that he can’t tug them free. Damn, he looks good bound like that.

One of my fingers brushes against the cleft of his ass as I flick my tongue across that spot behind his ear, enjoying the brief hiss I get to hear.

“Am I gonna be the first person to fuck you like this, pet?” I ask, genuinely curious, while I frantically look around for lotion or something. On the other end of the room is a bottle of baby oil, so I walk fast to get it and come back to see him nodding.

“This is my first time with another guy. Don’t hurt me too much.”

I’d have liked it better if he asked instead of told me to be gentle, but that much goes without saying. I’ll be at least reasonably nice with him today.

I nudge his legs further apart, coat one of my fingers in the oil, and circle the tight ring of muscle at his entrance carefully, smirking even more as he whimpers and tries to relax enough to let my finger slide in. It takes a bit before the resistance fades and I keep kissing his neck while easing the slick digit in.

Holy shit, he’s tight, and this feels good to have just one finger in him. Can’t imagine what it’ll be like when I get even more inside to help stretch him out and get him ready for me. I wiggle it around and laugh when Squall moans softly. I can see him biting at his lower lip, trying not to make any more noise than need be. Aww, c’mon Leonhart, scream for me.

After another moment, I add the second finger and scissor them to stretch out his tight body. Fuck, this is better than I thought it was going to be. When I curl my fingers to press against his prostate, I hear his muffled gasp and see the way his hips squirm around. It’s a pretty sight.

“Want more, Squally? Do you wanna know what it’s like to have me inside your ass and fucking you senseless?” I whisper roughly. He doesn’t answer audibly, but he rocks his hips back against me and groans a little more. I’ll take that as a yes.

Time to see if he’s as much of a masochist as I’ve always pictured him to be. My patience is wearing thin and the tightness of his ass around my fingers isn’t helping any. I tug my fingers out and nibble his neck harder than before. I gasp when he smirks, but I don’t do anything else after that one bite other than step back, tug those damned gray sweats down, and coat my cock with some of the same oil I’d been using on my fingers.

Without saying another word, I position myself behind him and, with a smooth rock of my hips, slide into him and instantly groan. He makes the same noise while I stay standing there, letting myself get used to the hot tightness of his body and the way he’s arching back against me as he draws in gasping breathes.

“Seifer….” is all he can say, pretty blue-gray eyes closed tightly when I rock my hips once and we again gasp in unison.

I think this is quite possibly the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I’m buried balls-deep in Leonhart’s ass while he’s bound and panting for more. Hyne, I wish I knew if I would’ve been able to get away with trying this sometime before the whole Ultimecia shit started. I still hate Squall. This doesn’t change that at all. Do you hate him or are you just jealous of what he’s got and you’ll probably never have?

I’d think about that more, but there are other, much more important things on my mind at the moment. Things like trying to break through the Ice Prince’s shell and make him scream in pleasure. Biting down on that spot where neck and shoulder join, I pull out almost all the way and then thrust forward again, still moaning and gasping because of how fucking tight he is and how easily he’s submitting to me. Makes me wonder if he’s like this naturally or if he’s just doing it because he knows that he’d never be able to win a wrestling match with me.

Every thrust makes him groan softly, but I want more sound than that. “After this, Leonhart, you’re gonna be all mine. Nobody else can ever touch you or fuck you because I got here first and I say that you’re going to be mine. Understood?” I smirk as I whisper that and reach around to begin stroking him in time with my hard, fast pounding into him. His cock twitches at those words to show that his body loves hearing that, though his mind may deny it.

“I asked you if you understood me, Squall.” This time, I nearly growl the words out and Squall turns his head a little, soft whimpers and gasps still emerging from those pouty, entirely kissable lips.

He gasps when I tug his head back and run my tongue across the area just underneath his earlobe, then our eyes meet once more and all he does is nod.

With that done and over with, I go back to pounding into him, my hips shifting so that every movement hits against that spot inside him that makes him want to cry out. I can tell he wants to, but he’s just muffling himself until my thumbnail presses into the slit at the tip of his cock. Squall can’t keep himself quiet any longer and he gasps loudly while his back arches up against me.

He’s so fucking tight around me that I know I’ll never be able to last much longer, but I want to hold back as long as possible, to enjoy this moment of closeness to Squall and think that he’s going to be mine until I feel free to let him go. If that even happens.

I think he’s deliberately clenching his inner muscles now, because the tightness gets even more impossibly wonderful from time to time, only to relax again a moment later. Don’t wanna make too much noise when I finally do climax and I bite down on that spot again, hard enough to taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth when my entire body tenses up and I come hard enough to nearly see stars. His body clamps around me in a vice-like grip mere instants later, warm stickiness covering my hand at the same time.

Neither of us makes the effort to move, our deep breathing practically in unison. I tug myself out once the world seems more solid and he whimpers loudly. Without saying a word, the belt around his wrists gets removed and dropped onto the floor with his others and I step over towards the bed again.

“What was that all about, Seifer?” His voice isn’t hurt like it was earlier and I breathe a small sigh of relief.

“Whatever you want it to be about. Just a quick fuck, the start of a relationship, or something that might happen again. Your call, Leonhart.” Leaving it in his hands might not be the best idea in the world, but it’s better than telling him what it is I happen to want.

He doesn’t say a word, just gets up and leaves the Infirmary. Least I managed to get what I’ve been wanting for a while. Squall’s ass is even better to be inside than my fantasies could hint at. I'm gonna have to do that again.
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A/N: Wow, that was a long chapter. I didn’t expect it to turn out that long, but this fic is already taking on a life of its own. I have only a rough clue where this is going to be going and my mouth hurts from wisdom teeth issues right now, so bear with me if the updates aren’t as frequent as some other fics are. The contest (see chapter 1 for details) is still going on since we have no winner yet.

And if you people don't start reviewing this damn thing, it's going bye-bye, along with all my other stories on this site. I don't want to do it, but I'm starting to feel just a little underappreciated here.

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