Protecting the Lion

Warning: This chapter contains explicit content. The sex scene between Seifer and Squall is too graphic for young readers. Read on only if you are seventeen or older. I again state that it is not imperative to read this in order to know what is going in the story. So, skipping this chapter is fine.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Anatomy 101

For intents and purposes, Squall had not meant to fall asleep. Though as he began to wake up and his eyes fluttered open, he felt much better for it. No headache. And while he was a bit stiff and his muscles were starting to feel sore, he felt as though he had his strength back.

A day ago he would have sat up with flustered anger and rushed off to his office. Now however, he sat up slowly, tentatively testing his limbs. All his muscles felt like he’d been working out a little too harshly, but that was the extent of it. No doubt, it was simply an unaccustomed aftereffect of prolonged summoning.

Rubbing his face and throwing off the last remnants of sleep, he stretched languidly. It felt good, arching his back and working away all dystrophy.

Curiously, he looked around the apartment. He didn’t think that Seifer would be very far away. In fact, he’d expected to see the blonde beside him on the couch.

Blue eyes flecked with gray locked onto to serious looking jade ones. Seifer was in the kitchen with a cell pone to his ear.

Seifer stood in the middle of a hushed conversation with Trepe. While going behind closed doors would have been more suitable, he wouldn’t have been able to keep an eye on sleeping beauty in the other room. Once those pretty eyes found his he felt a wave of warmth wash over him. Inside his heart was thumping with the joy that came from watching the brunet wake up and search for his presence before all other things.

“I’ll have to get back to you,” he finally spoke, effectively ending his conversation with the Head Instructor.

Snapping the phone shut he regarded Squall with in impish grin. “Don’t fret, you weren’t out for much more than an hour.”

Silently Squall took in the blonde’s information and gave a small nod. It was a little better knowing he hadn’t been out for long. Perhaps just long enough for his headache to recede.

Knowing full well that Seifer would object obstinately, Squall gave the blonde the benefit of saying what he planned to do before going off and doing it. “I’m going to my office.”

With a knowing smirk, Seifer sauntered away from the window and toward the couch. “You’d like to think that,” he stated matter-of-factly.

Frowning, Squall glared a little. He’d be going with or without Seifer’s approval, but he’d thought it was rather nice of him to at least tell the blonde before walking out.

Without replying to the pushy and controlling ex-knight, Squall stood up walked into his bedroom. Ignoring his slight irritation with the blonde, he formed a quick list of materials to grab.

There were the progress reports he’d brought to his room the other night, none of which he managed to get done. He needed to find his boots, which he had no idea where they might be. While the reports were not exactly a high priority, he would have to find time to get them logged.

The stack of folders was resting untouched on his desk.

Sighing he grabbed them, knowing full well that had his life been running the way it was before Seifer showed up he would have had them done with long ago.

For all Seifer’s appearance, it was surprising how silent he could move when he didn’t want to be heard. For this reason, Squall jumped slightly when strong arms suddenly wrapped around him.

“Seifer,” Squall managed to say in reprimand. Once again his body was not listening to his mind. Warmth spread through him as the blonde pressed flat against him, nuzzling his neck.

It was a pleasant discovery that Squall had the scent of the sea all over him. So clean and fresh, Seifer tasted the slender neck. Nipping lightly, Seifer asked, “Feeling better?”

As the blonde’s hands roamed lower, sneaking under his shirt, Squall found himself hard pressed to answer coherently. “Nnh,” he gasped a bit as Seifer brushed over a sensitive nipple. It was moving so quickly that he’d hardly time to keep his thoughts intact. “Much,” he finally managed.

Grinning wolfishly into the crook of Squall’s neck Seifer whispered, “We were interrupted before, and I’d say I’ve been a patient man.”

Swallowing thickly, Squall fought through the wayward haze of arising lust. “I have to contact President Loire,” he reasoned, but for all his verbal protests he couldn’t make his body move away.

“Later,” Seifer whispered into the brunet’s ear, before tonguing it.

A shudder wracked Squall’s body. His breathing was coming in short gasps as he struggled to keep focus.

Like the devil’s advocate, Seifer did his best to sway the stubborn brunet with more than a heated touch. “Trepe is handling everything fine for now. You need rest and some time to recuperate.” Sucking on an earlobe, he tweaked a pert nipple while his other hand caressed a toned stomach. With enough sensations running through the lithe body, Squall wouldn’t be able to tell him what day of the week it was.

Far from being the fool, Squall knew exactly what Seifer was trying to do. Truthfully Seifer had convinced him the moment the blonde pressed his lips against his neck. It was still early and Quistis was proving herself more than capable at running the Garden’s affairs. However, he would have to let Seifer know that he still held just as much control.

While his upper body was held tightly in place, he was free to move everything else. Grinding back against Seifer, he distinctly felt the unmistakable bulge that was testimony to just what the blonde was feeling. The arrogant man’s arms suddenly clutched at him tightly, stilling any further movement he might have done.

“Hyne,” Seifer hissed out. Squall had no idea what he was doing. Rubbing against him like that, he was just begging to be screwed senseless.

Resuming his fondling, Seifer trailed a hand lower, skimming the waistband of Squall’s jeans. He could feel the muscles contract at his touch. Leaning his head forward, he trailed his lips along the brunet’s jaw.

Squall angled his head to the side, allowing Seifer better access to his jaw. While Seifer’s hand trailed precariously close to the height of his arousal, he was almost disappointed when the blonde took his hand away. Instead, Seifer grasped his shoulders, sliding one hand out from under his shirt and the other away from his pants. Never letting him go or breaking his mouth away, Seifer turned him around swiftly and pushed him back.

Considering Squall hadn’t moved away from the desk when Seifer first came in, he abruptly made contact with it upon the blonde’s forceful push. Before he could question the blonde, Seifer was kissing his lips rather fiercely.

Seifer couldn’t even begin to describe the joy of kissing Squall. He’d become addicted to it the first moment the brunet had stopped him at the door and press those soft lips to his own.

Being swept along in the rushing high that was being with Seifer this way, Squall parted his lips at the first feel of the blonde’s seeking tongue. It was so hot and slick, and he couldn’t help but feel that it was moving against his own tongue with certain possessiveness. It was intoxicating like a drug, only so much sweeter.

Seifer’s arms wrapped around Squall’s slim body, trying to get closer while also trying to feel every inch of the man he was kissing.

Pressing back slightly, Squall broke away to take deeper breaths. Seifer, though panting himself, seemed reluctant to stop. Looking up into reverent green eyes, he raked his fingers across the blonde’s broad chest.

The hitched breath that Seifer took, urged Squall on. Never breaking eye contact Squall indulged in his curious hands. Tracing along Seifer’s jaw he felt the first hints of stubble on the tanned skin. “You need to shave,” he said.

Green eyes narrowed and regarded Squall in a rather serious manner. Mimicking the brunet’s gesture, he cupped a pale cheek and smoothed his thumb back in forth. Feeling the smoothness of the skin beneath his calloused fingers he was left wondering. “You don’t.”

As if seeing the question in Seifer’s eyes Squall answered, “I don’t have to.”

Chuckling softly, Seifer quirked a brow in an antagonistic manner. “Puberty Boy,” he mocked. Leave it to Squall to possess so much damn beauty without even trying.

Though a large array of biting comments came to mind, Squall chose a more pleasing approach. Turning his face into Seifer’s hand, he took the unsuspecting man’s thumb into his mouth and sucked on it while bucking his hips against Seifer’s.

Groaning, Seifer’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “I want you,” he blurted out as if in confession.

Releasing Seifer’s thumb, Squall looked up questioningly. “And I suppose you have this sort of reaction with those you don’t want?” Reaching down he wedged a hand between their touching pelvises and cupped the large bulge in Seifer’s pants.

Seifer reacted rather disconcertedly, rashly grabbing Squall’s wrist and pulling the bold hand away. While part of him was losing control and blaming the enticing man before him, the other part struggled to keep himself in check and not do anything too roughly. It was truly a battle when Squall had no clue how sexy he was and just what Seifer wanted to do.

Letting Squall’s hand go, he gently reached up to cup the pale face of the brunet and stare into those bright blue eyes. It was difficult to word his exact meaning to his new little sex demon, since this particular demon wasn’t well rehearsed in regards to sex.

Patiently, blue eyes held his gaze and waited for him to explain his reaction. It was funny how even after watching those sultry lips sucking him off, he couldn’t help but wonder just how far Squall was willing to go.

Stepping back, Seifer brought Squall with him away from the desk. Deftly, he slid a hand down the smooth skin of the brunet’s lower back and beneath the loose rim of denim at the waist. Lower still, he groped the warm flesh that he was constantly ogling, but so rarely able to touch.

While groping Squall, he leaned forth and whispered, “I want to be inside of you.” Gently, his fingers slid between the inviting cleft and pressed ever so lightly against the puckered ring he wanted to be thrusting into at that very moment.

Seifer wasn’t sure what reaction he was expecting, or if it should even matter. Considering where they had been heading just last night, it was rather obvious that having sex together was the objective. Logically, Squall would have already known this, but if he hadn’t then he most definitely did now.

Squall was no expert on the activities between lovers, most especially with another man. He did, however, have basic knowledge on a biological level. Truthfully, he’d known where the road Seifer and he were sprinting down was leading. And, now that he felt the blonde pressing fingers against a rather precarious place, he couldn’t help but feel extremely curious and sort of excited at the prospect of it. He wondered whether it could truly be enjoyable to have Seifer inside of him, hitting his prostate. That was supposedly the biological nature of it all, but he had yet to see how it might feel good.

With his curiosity struck, Squall conceded that he’d like to at least give it a try. He could take pain well enough and if it brought no pleasure to him then at least Seifer would enjoy it. It was a rather arousing thought to imagine the blonde thrusting into him and cumming inside of him. It would be a rare opportunity to see Seifer come undone.

In fact, if he wanted to see Seifer become flustered, he could start now. Arching back against the bold hand in his pants, Squall pressed himself harder onto to those lightly pressing fingers at his entrance. Holding the blonde’s gaze, he asked as impassively as he could, “And if I want you inside of me?” His chest was heaving slightly with rising arousal and desire.

For a moment Seifer forgot how to breathe. All the blood seemed to drain from his head and rush south. Clenching his teeth, he gulped dryly and willed his libido to slow down. This would not be a repeat of the night before. Hell would freeze over before he passed up any opportunity to fuck the brunet at this point. It was difficult though. Never had he been with someone who turned him on so much.

“When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk to your office any time soon.” With a final squeeze of Squall’s shapely ass, he proceeded to grab the hem of the brunet’s shirt and lift if upwards.

“Is that a challenge?” Squall questioned before raising his arms to let Seifer lift his shirt off.

Discarding the piece of clothing somewhere on the floor, Seifer moved on to unbuttoning the brunet’s jeans. Perhaps there should be a new rule, that while inside this apartment Squall wasn’t allowed to wear clothes. “No challenge, just a guarantee.”

“I feel rather underdressed,” he commented as Seifer pushed his pants down so they dropped, boxers and all. Impatiently, he went right for the blonde’s pants.

While Squall undid his zipper, Seifer reached back and yanked his shirt of over his head. Stepping back, he let the brunet follow.

By the time they made it to the bed, they were both fully undressed and unable to keep their hands off one another. The warm feel of skin was yet another sensation they weren’t used to from each other.

Sitting on the edge, Seifer happily took the brunet into his lap and continued to delve into that sweet mouth.

Straddling Seifer, their stiffening members rubbed against each other. Squall could feel the strain of his erection as it throbbed for friction and release. Unable to deny the want of his body, Squall ground his hips down against the blonde’s. He moaned with the increased friction. A smile graced his face as he saw Seifer’s green eyes close part way with pleasure.

Breaking away briefly, Seifer asked in a husky voice, “Do you have the Vaseline for Lionheart in here?”

“In the gunblade case,” he answered, kissing the blonde again.

“Lay down on your stomach,” Seifer ordered, his voice thick with lust.

Taking a moment to search Seifer’s impossibly green eyes, Squall found he had no contingencies or doubts about whatever the blonde was going to do. He had no distrust, which he found a bit surprising, but hardly had time to muse over it. Complying, he shifted out of the tanned fighter’s lap to lie down on the bed.

Turning his head to the side, he rested it on his forearms while he watched a stark naked blonde rummage around his gunblade case. It had only taken him a few extra moments to realize why Seifer wanted the stuff. The curious excitement built with butterflies in his stomach. Being that it was his first time and Seifer knew this, he’d hardly be expected to handle any of it. Certainly, once he had learned more and honed various techniques, he could take charge. But, for now, he was content to watch the honey skinned man move around with practiced ease. Then again, this was Seifer’s first time with a man, but still, any experience was worth more than none.

Seifer found the small jar quickly enough. It was a nice convenience to having weapons to maintain. Though, he’d never quite imagined he’d ever being using the substance on his old time rival in such a way. And yet, as he turned around to see the pale and lithe form awaiting him, he doubt he’d ever be able to use petroleum jelly on Hyperion again without getting a hard on.

Unpracticed, but rather intuitive, Seifer sauntered back unashamed and grabbed a pillow. “Lift your hips for a second,” he said. Licking his lips at the sight of Squall’s weeping cock that was revealed when the brunet followed his words, Seifer carefully placed the pillow underneath the enticing man’s hips.

With a final look, Squall relinquished control as Seifer backed out of sight. Even though he couldn’t see what the blonde was doing, he could feel it all. Seifer kept his hands in contact every moment. The heated touch was scorching and sending shudders through him as he felt the anticipation mount.

Slowly, Seifer caressed the smooth skin of Squall’s back, traveling lower in a defiantly time consuming manner. He would not be a slave to his lust. He would relish and wallow in the delicious sight and feel of the brunet before him.

However, he was only human. When he’d finally reached his destination, his cock twitched with excitement. He was already leaking precum, the pearly drops mounting and sliding down his sensitive member.

Opening the small container, Seifer scooped a dollop onto his fingers. With a steadying breath, he prayed to Hyne that his conceptions of how this was done were as accurate as he thought.

Squall bit his lip at the first feel of the cool gel against his opening. The touch warmed quickly though, as Seifer’s fingers smoothed it over. Gently, he could feel the first penetration of the blonde’s finger. It was tentative, as if gauging his reaction first. Deciding that it wasn’t bad, Squall gave an encouraging squirm backwards, so that the finger moved deeper inside.

While the foreign presence was oddly pleasing, it was Seifer who moaned and not Squall.

As Seifer wiggled the first finger deeper, down to the knuckle, Squall could feel the opposing resistance.

“Relax,” Seifer cooed, unsure how long he could hold out.

Trying to do just as Seifer said, Squall found it difficult. Eventually, he managed with a deep exhaling breath. He pressed his head to the mattress as Seifer pulled his finger out and pushed it back in. So far, the only pleasure brought from it was mental. The idea of what they were doing was the only appealing part. Though, he couldn’t call the feel of it bad either.

Seifer could tell from the tenseness of the brunet’s body that Squall had yet to feel the perks of anal sex. Two fingers would probably help more. With as much care as he could, Seifer inserted a second finger. The entrance was slick, but still far too small to accommodate the girth of any man’s penis, let alone his proudly endowed member. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched the tight opening.

Biting his lip, Squall felt a small pang of pain. However, when Seifer stopped stretching his opening and pressed the two fingers deeper, he felt a surprising jolt of pleasure. Better than any small buck he’d given to increase the friction against his cock, the jolt sent a shiver of pleasure through him. When Seifer managed to do it again, he moaned and visibly shivered.

Smirking, Seifer was glad he’d found the right spot. He brushed over the same area once more, earning a bucking motion back against his hand this time. Watching Squall take pleasure from this sent a warm shudder through him and reminded just how much his engorged cock wanted release.

Knowing that it was likely going to the same with any virgin regardless of gender, Seifer was grateful for the tolerance for pain Squall had. Adding yet another finger, he stretched and pushed into the brunet. Pain would accompany pleasure, but with time Squall would become used to it. He couldn’t help but grin at the thought of doing this many more times in the future.

“S-Seifer,” Squall gasped out, feeling himself overwhelmed with the varying sensations. The tight fit was painful, but somewhere inside the blonde managed to rake over his prostate again and send shivers of pleasure along his spine. But as soon as the pleasure came, it was gone. He wanted more of that feeling so badly. It felt so damn good.

Seifer did it again. This time, Squall couldn’t help but whimper. The feel was mind numbing in its pleasure, but so fleeting that he longed for it again just as soon as it happened. It was too much to bear. “Please,” he finally called out.

Stilling his ministrations, Seifer was afraid Squall had decided to back out, unable to find the experience good in any way. “Please what?” he asked, not sure what Squall meant.

For the first time Squall felt a flush of shame. It sure had an odd sense of timing to show up now. However, the lack of slowly thrusting fingers was enough to drive him past any hesitations. “I want more,” he admitted, glad that Seifer was unable to see his face at the moment.

Swallowing the thick lump in his throat, Seifer questioned in a rather choked voice, “More?”

“Just put it in,” Squall managed, though he wished his voice didn’t sound so damn needy.

“Fucking Hyne Squall,” Seifer cursed, not really angry with him. Abruptly, he removed his fingers, to which the brunet gave a stifled sound of disappointment. It was perhaps too good to be true. Better than any dream he’d ever had. Squall fucking Leonhart was propped up ass first before him asking to be fucked. “You’ll be the death of me,” he breathed out as he positioned himself and quickly coated his length in the slick gel.

With his hands on either side of slim hips, Seifer guided Squall to his knees, so that they were met on equal grounding. With his heart pounding and his mind fogged with lust, he smoothed a gentle hand along the smooth skin of Squall’s back. The head of his cock rubbed along the cleft of the brunet’s ass, seeking entrance.

Feeling emptiness and longing at the absence of Seifer’s fingers, Squall became suddenly apprehensive at the feel of the blonde’s hot member pressed against him. Slowly, the head of Seifer’s penis pushed its way in, gliding in easily enough at first. However, Squall was quickly overwhelmed, the blonde’s penis feeling far larger when pushing into him.

Seifer groaned in bliss at the tightness and sweet warmth of it all. It was sinful, the way it felt. Needing his whole cock to be encased in the gripping heat, he paused for only a moment before thrusting forth and sheathing himself entirely.

“Nngh!” Squall suddenly gasped and clenched the blanket beneath him tightly. He felt like he was being split. Part of him wanted to tell the blonde that he was too big to take, but he bit his lip instead and held his protest. They’d gone too far now not to finish.

Panting with a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, Seifer asked, “Are you okay?” Leaning over he trailed a soft kissed along one of Squall’s shoulders. The brunet was very still and he was afraid he’d hurt him.

It took Squall a moment to compose himself enough for words. Noticing that he’d again been holding his breath too long, he let it out in a heavy sigh. This seemed to help a little. Remembering to breathe steadily, he replied, “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Seifer felt relieved. For a moment there he thought Squall was going to say, ‘I’m fine’, which would have meant that the brunet was anything but. “I’m going to start moving.”

Pulling out a little ways, Seifer rocked back in, pressing himself deeper. It was too fucking sweet. The tightness and the heat, not to mention the arousing sight of Squall displayed before him.

Unintentionally, Squall bit his lip too harshly as Seifer rocked back inside of him. He only bit down harder when the blonde repeated the motion with a bit more thrust behind it. However, the pain slowly receded, not quite diminishing all together. And then, he felt it again, more blissful than before. Seifer had thrust in rather deeply and he felt it.

Seifer was picking up speed and force behind each thrust, and with it the blonde was reaching deeper and hitting just the right spot.

“Nn-ah,” Squall choked out unintelligibly. The more Seifer hit that one spot, the more he felt the need for the blonde to keep doing it. Hyne, it was sending white spots before his vision.

Unable to be idle, Squall thrust back to meet the blonde. His reward was a strong spike of pleasure from within and a moan from Seifer.

Neither could wait any longer.

“Harder,” Squall ordered with slight desperation. While his own thrusts helped to increase the pleasure, he wanted more.

Seifer was all too eager to comply. Gripping Squall’s hips, he pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back in and repeating.

“Ah!” Squall cried, feeling his climax at hand. Pushing back to meet the blonde’s hard thrust he bit down on his lip again to keep from crying out too much.

“Call my name,” Seifer requested, reaching around and grasping Squall’s erection firmly.

Very nearly cumming at the first touch of Seifer’s hand, Squall was unable to suppress himself. The sound their bodies coming together in a heated slapping and the constant jolts of pleasure wracking through him was sending him over the edge. His mind had yet to comprehend the reality of it all, but his body was taking it all on its own.

Now as Seifer stroked his cock, it was almost blissful. His mind stopped thinking all together. All he could do was feel the rough hand stroking him and the pounding intrusion from behind.

Faster and harder, Seifer pushed as deep as he could. It was so hot that he was certainly burning up, but it felt too good to stop. Leaning over, he grunted at the changed angle. Squall seemed too far gone to have complied with his request. “My name,” he reminded, stilling his strokes of the brunet’s leaking cock and gripping it as he felt the first shudder.

Squall could feel himself on the edge, but Seifer was holding him and preventing it from coming. “Seifer,” he half yelled, half pleaded. It was cruel to keep him from the sweet completion.

Biting down on the shoulder he’d been kissing lightly, he listened as Squall hissed at the marking. “Louder,” he urged.

“Bastard,” Squall growled back. With the insistent bite Seifer had given him, his head had cleared a little.

Still holding onto the brunet’s aching member, he leaned back a bit to gain more leverage. Without restraint, he slammed in mercilessly, over and over.

Whatever brief streams of logical thought Squall had managed to regain were lost. He was certain that he’d come if the bastard knight would just let him. But the blonde wasn’t letting him. Vaguely, Squall knew what he would have to do. Not being in a position to regard his dignity with much relevance, he conceded. “Seifer!” he cried out.

Seifer groaned at the lovely sound of his lion calling out his name. He’d never felt so prone to control as when he was with Squall. It was something about how defiant the brunet was against all restraints, it drew him in and challenged him. However, he wasn’t cruel, so he started to stroke his hand again.

That was all Squall needed as the sweet release came. “Ah-Seif-un!” he gasped out.

Balls clenching, Squall’s orgasm shuddered through him in waves. Seifer pumped a fist, drawing out each wave of pleasure even more. Arching his back, his eyes squeezed shut as white spots danced behind closed lids.

As Squall cried out his name in that sweet voice, Seifer felt his own end near. Once Squall came, the tight walls contracted around him. The sensation was mind blowing and he was suddenly spurting hot cum inside the brunet at the same time his hand became coated with the white substance from Squall.

Seifer rode the ecstasy out as Squall milked him dry.

Gasping for air and coherent thought, Squall fell against the bed. The firm weight of Seifer soon fell on top of him and he relished in the afterglow of it all.

Feeling spent, Seifer pulled out of Squall. Everything about the experience was pleasing, even the sight of his own cum leaking from the brunet’s puckered entrance. Not caring about cleaning up, Seifer rolled his weight off the smaller man and tugged the blankets of the bed back.

Squall shifted enough, so that they could rest beneath the covers. Pulling the brunet to him, holding the tired kitten close, he whispered, “You’ve ruined me.”

“Mmh?” Squall managed to mumble in question.

“After that, I don’t think I can ever be with anyone else,” Seifer admitted, having never experienced any orgasm or feeling of total bliss like that.

He could tell Squall was already half asleep. The brunet had his eyes shut and held a rather peaceful expression on his face. Nuzzling the slender neck again, he breathed deeply.

Seifer held onto Squall while he drifted off as well.


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