Paternal Affairs

A/N: I can't really get motivated to write this fic. Sigh. Hopefully this chapter isn't too bad.

YACUMO: Thank you!
Anon: Umm. . . okay.
Madisuzy: Laguna doesn't get enough love in ficcage ^_^
DTE: Squall finds out next chapter (after a SeiferSquall ero scene, of course), and suffice to say, he isn't very happy about it.


Chapter Two


Laguna looked through a pile of applications. The new semester was starting soon, and he had his pick of the best PhD candidates the university had to offer. As an esteemed research professor, he only had to teach one class each marking period, but despite that his name was pretty well known among the students. Which worked out well for him. . . he could concentrate on pursuing his medical research with students he knew were extremely qualified.

Still, there were a lot of applicants to go through. He dropped the latest handful back onto his desk, closing his eyes as he massaged his temples. All these resumes were starting to look the same. He tapped his fingers on the desk, debating whether he should look through more of get his current research students to narrow them down a bit. But then the door to his small office was being opened, and an all-too-familiar man walked in.

Laguna looked around for escape routes before he realized how futile that was. There was a window in his office, but it only looked out to the research lab, where one of his students was staring curiously at him and Seifer.

"Hey," Seifer said, as though they were old friends. He came to sit at the edge of Laguna's desk.

Laguna's fingers clenched around the edge of his desk, body stiff and tense. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to react. It seemed embarrassing to bring up their last encounter and, at any rate, he had no idea what to say about it. "Umm. . . hello. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Seifer leaned over, his voice a whisper. "I'm sorry for what happened a few weeks ago. I think I was a little rough."

Laguna could feel himself turning red, the heat radiating from his toes to the top of his head. Seifer was looking down at him with a smug smirk, which meant the blond knew exactly what the effect of his words would be. Laguna wondered if it would be suspicious if he kicked Seifer out right now.

"I had no idea you were a professor at this university," Seifer continued. "I saw your name in the campus newspaper today. Something about volunteering at a local clinic?"

"I do what I can," Laguna replied, confused as to where this conversation was going. That article had been a fluff piece, something the paper did every few weeks. Spotlight a professor and his achievements in the community. He wondered what Seifer was even here for. "I think you should leave."

Seifer raised an eyebrow at that. "Why are you being antagonistic? I'm sure Squall wouldn't like it if his father had issues with his boyfriend. We should try our best to get along."

Laguna wavered at that comment, his eyelids flittering. "What are you planning on telling Squall?"

Seifer looked amused to no end. He regarded Laguna for a long time, bright green eyes sweeping down and then back up his frame. "Nothing. If I said anything I'd be in trouble with him too. Actually, I came here to talk to you about him. I'm worried about Squall."

Laguna frowned. If something was going on with Squall, Seifer was really the only way he had of knowing about it. Squall would sure as hell never tell him. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Not here," Seifer said, "it's a little. . . cramped. Have you eaten lunch yet? Why don't we go talk about it over some food?"

Laguna was about to say no when he reconsidered. It was true the office was small; Seifer didn't even have a chair to sit on. Laguna wondered where it had gone. Plus, it was also true that he hadn't eaten yet, as his uncomfortably empty stomach could attest to. If they were going to have a long discussion about Squall, maybe it would be better to do it over food.

"Fine," he said, getting out of his chair. "Let's go, then."

They left the office and entered the research lab, where Eila was still staring at them. Or more accurately, as Laguna now noticed, was still staring at Seifer. Practically with hearts coming out of her eyes.

"Eila," Laguna said, introducing them, "this is Seifer, my son's boyfriend. We're going out to lunch now. If you leave, would you mind locking up?"

"Sure, professor," Eila said, the fact that Seifer was in a relationship and homosexual doing nothing to mitigate the lovelorn expression on her face. Laguna rolled his eyes and left the lab, Seifer following him.

They walked in silence, Laguna tense the whole time. Seifer stayed a step behind him, so he couldn't see the younger man. Not that he wanted to. Looking at Seifer just made him feel ashamed of himself. . . among other complicated feelings. He still couldn't believe that he had slept with his son's boyfriend. Laguna was about to turn towards the food court when a strong hand wrapped around his arm, pulling him a step backwards into a broad chest. The heat Seifer's body gave off sent a blush to his face, and blood rushing to a region he would rather not think about.

"There's a new dim sum place that opened just off campus," Seifer said, tone as casual as ever. "I've been meaning to try it."

He let go of Laguna and took a step away, leaving Laguna to stumble after him. Was the younger man, Laguna wondered, always this smooth? Seifer had the air of a spoiled brat, used to getting everything he wanted. Laguna wondered what Seifer's family situation was, if that was a fair assessment or not. It was a rather irritating, to say the least. Laguna wondered why, with that kind of personality, he was still attracted to Seifer.

"We're here," Seifer said, before pulling the door open. "After you."

Laguna felt himself being ushered into a small, cramped space. Too many tables crowded the floor, barely enough room between them for the silver carts full of food to be pushed around. The hostess led them to a small round table in the corner, where their chairs had to pushed almost next to each other to accommodate for the traveling carts. Laguna sat down, uncomfortable when his knee touched Seifer's.

"Can you move your leg?" Laguna asked.

"Can you?" Seifer asked back, grinning.

As a matter of fact, Laguna couldn't. He sighed, resigned to the fact that they had to stay like this for the remainder of the lunch. He was much too aware of Seifer's vicinity to him. Seifer, on the other hand, didn't seem bothered at all. He was pointing at small cylindrical containers, which soon sat in a pile on the table in front of him.

"Help yourself," Seifer said, picking up a pair of chopsticks.

Laguna did the same, watching as the blond next to him picked up turnip cake with ease. The food did smell delicious, which was unexpected. Food near college campuses wasn't usually of the best quality; Laguna shuddered as he remembered the bland red paste they called tomato sauce at the Italian restaurant next door.

"Didn't you live in China once?" Seifer asked, apparently in the mood for more casual conversation.

Laguna nodded. "How did you know that?"

"Squall told me."

That came as a shock. Laguna had guessed that Squall never really mentioned him with his friends. And if Squall did talk about him, Laguna figured it would only be to complain. He would never have thought that Squall told Seifer details about his life. "He did?"

"Yeah, well, he was listing off all the places you went before coming back here. Sounded pretty bitter about it at the time."

"Oh." Laguna frowned, then tore into a shrimp dumpling. Of course Squall wouldn't have anything good to say about him. Why should he? Laguna opened his mouth to say something when he felt something small being deposited on his tongue. He blinked, shocked to realize that Seifer was holding his pair of chopsticks up to Laguna's mouth, and was feeding him a piece of shaomai.

"How is it?" Seifer asked, green eyes sparkling in that too-handsome face. It should be illegal to be that good looking, Laguna thought. People who were too good looking always developed into such arrogant jerks.

Laguna wrapped his lips around the chopsticks and sucked the shaomai off, then rolled it around his tongue. It was good. Seifer pulled the chopsticks away, but before retreating his hand came up to smooth over Laguna's cheek, brushing his hair away from his mouth and tucking it behind an ear. His other hand, Laguna was shocked to realize, was sitting against Laguna's knee.

"You really are beautiful, you know that?"

Laguna chewed and swallowed. "I'm not so vain that you can get on my good side by complimenting my physical appearance."

"Flattery will get me nowhere, is it?"

Despite his statement otherwise, Laguna was very much reacting to Seifer's words. Or, possibly, he was reacting to Seifer's mere presence. He wondered what the man was playing at. Laguna was twice his age, and the father of his boyfriend. If he was going to cheat on Squall, why not cheat on Squall with someone his own age? Someone young and exuberant, without wrinkles under his eyes and more baggage than could fit in one airplane. Laguna pushed Seifer's hand away from his face. "Didn't you want to talk to me about Squall?"

"Oh, that. Sorry, I was lying." Seifer didn't look at all remorseful. In fact, he looked amused and very much interested in what Laguna was going to do next. "I just wanted to get you out to lunch."

"Why?" Laguna exclaimed, through clenched teeth. He couldn't believe Seifer's antics. Did the man have no shame?

"Well," Seifer said, "you wouldn't have gone out on a date with me if I had just asked."

Laguna opened his mouth to yell at the young man in front of him, before snapping it closed. He was in a crowded restaurant, after all. It didn't make sense to make a scene. He wondered exactly what Seifer was thinking.

"Plus," Seifer continued, "you looked a little stressed out. It's okay to take a break every now and then, you know. The world's not going to explode if you're not working all the time."

"I know that," Laguna said, a little defensively. He liked to think his ego wasn't so large that he thought the world needed him. He opened his mouth to say something when Seifer shoved another piece of shaomai into it.

"Let me pamper you," Seifer said. "I treat the people I like extremely well, believe it or not."

Laguna flushed at the words. He had been doing that around Seifer a lot, and he wasn't sure why. The other man made him feel like a teenager sometimes. "You're supposed to like my son."

"I like both of you; please don't make me choose."

"I'm not. I'm telling you, you're perfectly free to like Squall exclusively. There's no choice to be made here."

Seifer only smiled and squeezed lightly with his hand. The hand that had never left Laguna's knee. Laguna felt his mostly limp cock twitch at the touch, especially when Seifer started kneading his thigh. "Everyone always says that humans have an infinite capacity for love. So why are they so caught up on the whole monogamy thing?"

Seifer's hot breath was on his ear. The blond blew into it softly, sending shivers down Laguna's spine, as that hand moved steadily upwards. The smell of sesame oil and soy sauce wafted to his nose, and Laguna was aware once again that they were in a crowded restaurant.

"What are you doing?" Laguna asked, finally shoving Seifer's hand away. "This is wrong on multiple levels."

"It doesn't feel wrong to me," Seifer whispered, directly into his ear. "And it doesn't feel wrong to you either. You want this as much as I do."

"Excuse me."

Laguna jumped at the new voice, pushing Seifer away from his ear as he looked up. An older asian women was staring down at them, a little disapprovingly. She was pushing the desert cart.

"Excuse me," she said again, in lightly accented English, "would you like an egg custard?"

Laguna took the diversion the woman offered and got out of the seat, large steps leading him to the bathroom. He needed to get away from Seifer for a little bit. He needed to calm down his heart, calm down his hormones. Once he was in the bathroom he locked the door and turned on the sink, splashing cold water on his face.

This was ridiculous. He shouldn't have let himself get into this position. He looked up, watching the water drip down his face in small rivulets. A few strands of his long hair were wet as well, clinging limply to the side of his face. Pathetic. He was such a sad, old man, falling for his son's boyfriend. But it had been so long since he had felt like this, and it was so hard to resist. He just had to leave. He just had to stay away from Seifer as much as he could.

Laguna grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser and wiped the water off his face. He felt a little bit more calm, now. More able to deal with Seifer. He unlocked the door and headed out. Not two seconds later, though, he felt a hand grab is wrist and felt himself being pulled into a small, dark space. He was spun around, and a body pressed against his back. One arm was around his chest and a hand was on his hip. Hot breath ghosted against his ear.

As his vision got used to the darkness, Laguna was able to make out cleaning supplies and cardboard boxes stacked against the wall. A supply closet. His heart was racing, his breathing jagged. He knew who had pulled him in here, of course. After all, who else could it be?

"I already took care of the check."

"Seifer," Laguna said, "let me go."

"Why? It feels good holding you like this. Besides. . ." The hand on Laguna's hip moved to cup his groin, and Laguna reacted much too easily to it. All his heat seemed to center on his crotch, and he felt himself stiffening again. ". . . you're enjoying this too."

"That's not the point," Laguna said, though he hardly sounded convincing.

"I'll make you feel good," Seifer said, deft fingers going to unzip his pants. "I'll take care of you."

"I never asked you to. Let me go." But Laguna didn't make any move to leave, and Seifer didn't make any move to let him go.

"It's been awhile for me," Seifer said. Laguna's breath caught as a hand reached into his boxers, pulling his half-hard cock out into the air. "Squall's been studying for midterms, so I haven't been able to do him lately. I feel like I'm going to die from not getting my rocks off."

"That's impossible," Laguna replied, albeit unsteadily. Seifer's hand was moving up and down his cock, and it was getting harder for him to concentrate. And while he felt some small amount of sympathy for the oversexed young man, this wasn't really his problem. "Use your hand, then."

"It's not the same. I start jerking myself off, and all I can think about is your tight little hole. I've been dreaming of getting back inside it for weeks now."

His cock was completely hard now. Plus, he was ashamed to find his body thrusting slightly into Seifer's hot hand.

"I still remember what it felt like that time. How your hole was milking my dick for all it was worth, trying to suck it dry. It's like your body was made to be fucked."

"Stop," Laguna said, but now he was trying to convince himself more than Seifer. He felt hot and flustered. His ass felt empty all of the sudden, and he wondered what the hell was wrong with him. He was like a bitch in heat.

"You pretend otherwise, but you want it too. You can't stop thinking about it, either, how my big dick felt all the way up your ass, how it felt pounding into you. You were screaming like a little girl getting her pussy fucked for the first time. Don't even try to tell me that you don't want this inside you again." With his last statement, Seifer ground his hips into Laguna's backside, so that Laguna could feel that substantial erection press against him.

Just the touch of it made Laguna shiver, called to mind images of Seifer's hard cock. Made him remember what it felt like inside of him, deep and thick and wonderful.

"Fine," Laguna finally muttered, defeated and sick of himself, "I admit it. I can't stop thinking about it either. Every time I'm in the shower I masturbate thinking about how good you fucked me. I even tried doing it with a friend, just to get it out of my mind, but it didn't work. The whole time I still couldn't stop thinking about your cock, and how much better it would feel pounding into me instead."

Laguna flushed, surprised that he had let that all out. But Seifer was petting his head, then turning him around.

"Good boy," Seifer said, smug satisfaction in every syllable. Then he smashed their lips together.

Their tongues intertwined violently as Laguna wrapped his arms around Seifer's shoulders, giving into need and desire. Everything he said had been true. No one had ever fucked him like Seifer had, and he doubted anyone ever could. For a moment, he as jealous of his son. But then his cock was grinding against Seifer's, and he forgot all about Squall.

It felt too good, just to have Seifer thrust against him like this. Even with their clothes on it felt amazing, and Laguna was sure that he could come just by dry humping the other man. It didn't hurt that Seifer was an amazing kisser. Laguna wondered if Seifer had any flaws. . . well, he supposed, there was the fact that Seifer was a selfish bastard. Who cheated on his boyfriend with said boyfriend's father. That would probably be considered a deal breaker for most people.

Seifer lifted Laguna up and pressed him against the wall, and Laguna's legs came up to wrap around Seifer's waist. Laguna felt his back dig into a paint can, but he managed to use a hand to knock it off the shelf. His hands came to a shelf edge, helping him maintain balance. The position was still rather uncomfortable, but with Seifer grinding against him like that, he hardly noticed.

Seifer broke the kiss and brought his lips down to Laguna's neck, sucking on the juncture between neck and collar. Seifer's hand reached to fumble with the buttons of Laguna's shirt, pulling it open. His mouth followed his hand, kissing a sucking a trail down to one of Laguna's nipples before taking it into his mouth.

Laguna moaned and arched his back into the touch. Seifer took his nipple between his teeth, biting it none too gently. It hurt, but with the pain came pleasure, making Laguna gasp and writhe. Immediately after biting Seifer soothed the nipple with his tongue, tracing circles around it before he switched to a gentle sucking. After awhile Seifer let go and moved to Laguna's other nipple, sucking on it as though he were a child at his mother's breast. Then he moved downward, kissing a trail down Laguna's abdomen.

"Stand up," Seifer said, when their bodies ended up in a somewhat unnatural position. Laguna did so, and they both rushed to pull Laguna's pants off. Laguna unzipped his pants, then Seifer pulled them down to his ankles and off his feet. Seifer was kneeling in front of him now, and he wasted no time in what he did next. In one movement, he sucked Laguna's cock down his throat at the same time that he shoved two fingers up Laguna's hole.

Laguna nearly collapsed with the double sensation. He caught himself on a vacuum cleaner, then steadied himself against the wall. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, content to let Seifer suck and fuck him like this. But after awhile Seifer pulled both his mouth and his fingers away, and came to a standing position again. He pulled Laguna's legs back up around his waist, and positioned his cock at Laguna's entrance.

"Are you ready?" Seifer asked, his dick about to push in.

Laguna nodded, struggling to get out of the words. "Yeah. Fuck me, already."

Seifer pushed inwards, and Laguna screamed as Seifer's dick was buried to the hilt inside him in one thrust. It felt so amazing. Seifer didn't even give him a chance to get ready, just started pistoning in and out of him from the get go. For some reason it made it feel even better. Laguna could hear lustful screaming filling the room, but was only half-aware that it was coming from his own mouth. His head was hitting a shelf with every thrust from Seifer's cock, and he couldn't get over how completely full Seifer's dick made him feel. Noone else had stretched him open this much before. He felt like every nerve inside his ass was on fire.

"More," Laguna managed to say, "harder."

"Harder than this?" Seifer asked, amused. "I don't know if that's possible. . ."

But somehow Seifer increased the force behind his thrusts, fucking Laguna with abandon. Laguna moaned and screamed even more with the increased violence, well aware that he was going to be sore afterwards but loving every second of it now.

"You like my big dick, don't you?" Seifer asked, his voice a harsh whisper in Laguna's ear. You could hear the smugness dripping off his words. "You like my big dick inside your little hole. You like being fucked like a whore, having your hole used by a huge stud like me."

"I love it," Laguna agreed, eyes rolling into his head from the pleasure.

"Tell me how much you love it, how much of a slut you are."

"I'm a whore for your huge cock," Laguna said, vaguely embarrassed in the back of his mind. But, right now, he was rewarded for his words by a particularly hard thrust. "I'd do anything to get your cock inside of me, fucking me."

"Good boy," Seifer said, pressing a sloppy kiss against Laguna's lips. "As your reward, I'm going to fuck you raw. I'm going to pound your hole until you can't take it anymore, and then I'm going to fill your ass up with my cum."

Laguna 's body shuddered and shook at the words, and soon after he felt himself explode, his balls emptying out his cock in huge, thick spurts. The semen fell back onto his stomach and the floor, but Seifer was still fucking him. Now that he had cum, Seifer's dick was starting to feel uncomfortable and rough inside his ass. After awhile he saw Seifer tense and grunt, and then felt a wave of jizz hit the inside of his hole. To his amazement Seifer kept thrusting in and out of him, each time shooting more cum, until there was so much cum in his ass that it started to leak out of him. He cringed as the liquid dripped onto the floor and ran down his thighs, but after awhile Seifer finally went still.

"Can I fuck you again?" Seifer asked, a low murmur in Laguna's ear.

In reply, Laguna shoved Seifer off of him. Seifer's cock fell out of Laguna's ass with a wet noise, and Laguna came unsteadily down onto his feet. He picked up his clothes and started to put them on.

"I guess that's a no," Seifer said, putting his still hard cock inside his pants and zipping it closed.

Laguna felt shame fill him, even more than last time. At least last time he had been drunk. It was a rotten excuse, but it was an excuse nonetheless. He wondered why he was such a huge idiot. After Laguna had all his clothes pulled on, he turned to Seifer. His self-loathing couldn't help but spill out onto the other responsible party in this situation.

"What kind of boyfriend are you?" he asked, his tone not quite judgmental. After all, he was aware that they were both at fault here. "How can you cheat on Squall with me?"

"I could ask you the same question. How can you sleep with your son's man?"

Laguna shook his head, trying to rationalize things in his mind. Trying to justify it. "I'm not the one who initiates it. I always say no, but you-"

For the first time, Seifer looked something other than casually smug. A frowned pulled at his lips, and he rolled his eyes. "Give me a break, you always give in. It's not like I'm holding you down by strength. There's plenty of opportunity for you to get in a punch or run away. Do you even really feel guilty?"

Laguna could feel anger rising through him. "Of course I do!"

"Yeah? Maybe you don't actually feel bad- you just think you're supposed to. It's not like you're this hot shot dad, from what Squall's told me. You run around the globe trying to save the world, volunteer to take care of sick babies, but you can't even be bothered to spend time with your own son. There's something off about you as a father."

A resounding slap filled the air. Laguna wasn't even aware that he had moved, but now his hand was stinging by his side.

"I'm. . . I'm sorry," he said, realizing that was uncalled for. He was being defensive. He had only slapped Seifer because the statement rang true in his ears, and he didn't want to hear it.

"Whatever," Seifer said, adapting his boyfriend's favorite phrase. "I shouldn't have gone that far."

The knocking at the door was growing louder. If they didn't open it, whoever was out there would probably knock it down by force. Seifer was the one who moved first, stepping past Laguna and towards the door.

"Maybe you should try to have a relationship with your son," Seifer said, and Laguna wondered why the hell they were even on this topic. And why was Seifer, of all people, butting into his relationship with his son? He heard Seifer murmur an apology to the guy at the door before leaving. Laguna spun around then, into the shocked expression of a male employee. Laguna blushed, knowing that the guy knew exactly what they had been up to. Even if the guy hadn't heard, what else could two men hiding in a janitor's closet be doing? Laguna pushed past the dumbfounded man and back into the restaurant, eager to leave and get back to his office.