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-Six
Terms of Engagement

Stumbling onto Ragnarok’s boarding ramp, Seifer pulled Squall along. It was their luck that the halls had been nearly empty and they’d only received a few odd glances.

Truly, the brunet would be the death of him. There was only so much one person could take. Death by desire. It would be one hell of a way to go. But, as long as he was still breathing and had a steady heartbeat, he was going to reap the benefits of being the only person able to lay claim on the attractive Commander.

With some semblance of common sense, he released Squall’s hand and scoured the premise for spectators. Hitting the ramp’s operating button on the box like control panel, he looked around the cold interior and saw no one. Glancing back he watched as Squall searched just the same.

Transfixed for a moment, he was contented to just stare at the pale, delicate face of the brunet. Beautiful and handsome at the same time. He reached out and caught the attention of those bright blue eyes. With a small nudge he raised Squall’s chin before leaning down pressing his lips to the still plush and darkened ones.

Warm and soft, supple and pliant. Squall’s lips were just another part of the man that he couldn’t get enough of.

Teetering between ravishing those lips and backing off, Seifer hovered less than an inch away. It was an extremely difficult decision. So, while he took his time to decide, he sampled his more pleasurable choice a bit.

Achingly soft kisses, too lustful to be chaste. Barely more than a whisper of a touch, but still satisfying in their own way. It seemed Squall responded to more than one approach as those shapely lips parted invitingly. Gripping the narrow chin more firmly, he began to lose his hold on reason.

As the shorter man’s body pressed closer and he could feel the heat radiating off of it, he knew he couldn’t continue. As it was, Squall’s lips and body were more evident of raw sex than a sign plastered on the brunet’s back that stated what they’d been up to.

He didn’t have much of a problem with anyone knowing, but if he could, he’d prefer secrecy. As for Squall, there was only a media frenzy waiting to be tapped into if anyone knew what had started between them.

Stepping back, he smoothed his thumb over the bruised flesh of Squall’s bottom lip. Holding the blue-eyed gaze of the brunet, he knew they were on the same page.

Climbing the stairs, Seifer trailed behind. While his eyes followed the jostling sway of Squall’s hips, drinking in the sight, his falling back had another reason.

Knowing why Seifer didn’t enter along side him, Squall walked on alone. With a swish the door opened and he stepped inside.

Whether his luck was finally changing, or he’d just had such a run of bad luck that it was impossible not to give him a little of good, he was given another small relief. Rushing through the halls that had been conveniently void of students had been his first stroke of improved fortune. Now, Irvine and Selphie sat rigidly straight without glancing his way.

“Let’s go,” he said, wondering whether he’d be able to leave without tripping over any strings.

“Got it!” Selphie bounced, a bit more than usual, before starting the engine up.

Impatiently, Squall backed out again. Of course he knew something was wrong with the two. There were a plethora of reasons as to why they might be acting strangely. But, it played in his favor, so he didn’t broach the subject when he had a strong desire to be elsewhere.

With a final angled look from the corner of his eye, he let the cabin room disappear from sight behind the solid metal door.

His boots resounded through the empty hull. While the ship was big, it wasn’t so large that he needed to cast his gaze to each corner before knowing Seifer had left.

Below deck there were a scarce number of rooms in which Seifer could possibly be. Between a storage room, a relatively comfortable lounge, and a small bathroom, there weren’t many options. As a small ship, it was not equipped to play host to a large crew for more than a week. But, since it had been given to Balamb Garden from Esthar so kindly during the war, it was the pride of, well, mainly Selphie. Still, it came in handy.

Taking a guess, Squall walked to the storage room. The lounge was too open and the bathroom too small.

Just outside the closed door of the storage room, which held little more than empty crates, the door to the lounge slid open. The stairs blocked his view as he turned around to see who was approaching, but he had a fair guess as to whom it was. Rui was unaccounted for.

Before he could move into better view, the door behind him hissed open and he was yanked backwards.

He received the answer to his question when he heard the muffled cries of Rui stomping up the stairs and shouting about how they were all going to crash and burn.

Though he had a fairly certain idea of who had pulled him backwards, since there was only one other person on board, all doubt was settled when he was pressed against a stack of crates and kissed roughly.

The room was dark. The wide pathway that ran the length of the room was lit by guiding lights along the floor. It was just enough to see a few feet in the distance when straying away from the path. But, they didn’t need any light. They hardly spent their time looking at each other, touching was much more preferable.

Knowing time was short, Squall met the passionate kiss with just as much fervor. His hands slid their way up the blonde’s toned chest, and pushed the heavy trench coat off broad shoulders.

Seifer dropped his arms from Squall’s waist only long enough to let his coat drop to the floor. Nimble hands raked down his chest and stomach, sending a shiver of pleasure along his spine.

Squall unclasped Hyperion. Since they had been in the conference room, his urge to touch and taste Seifer had only grown.

Showing as much consideration as he would expect for his own weapon, he gently set the knight’s blade against the sturdy boxes beside him.

Next, he worked on the buttons to the blonde’s jeans. Easing the zipper down, his fingers brushed along a heated bulge. Seifer broke away with a hiss, staring at him for a moment. Slipping hand beneath the thin fabric of Seifer’s boxers, Squall was pleased to feel the soft flesh of the blonde’s hardened cock.

The distraction of his hand on the blonde’s member easily allowed him to redirect their positions.

With Seifer up against the makeshift wall of boxes, he eased the erection out into the open air. Shifting the elastic rim of the blonde’s boxers down, the throbbing organ stood proudly.

Using only the tip of his index finger, Squall traced the underside, feeling the heat given off.

Seifer exhaled contently, feeling the brunet touching him. He rested back against the rigid surface of metal that was molded to some odd pattern.

Sweeping his finger to the tip, Squall rubbed the sensitive head that was mushroomed and glistening. Glancing up, he saw the blonde taking shallow breaths. Before he continued he straightened up and moved towards the door.

Flipping the lock on the side panel, he then unstrapped Lionheart. Propping it next to Hyperion, he regarded the blonde with a faint smile.

Seifer watched Squall saunter to the door whilst he waited with as much control as a person could possibly have. The idea that this was all a dream kept surfacing in his mind. By the time Squall had stepped so gracefully back to his side, he pulled the brunet in for a kiss just to affirm that it was real.

Breaking away, Squall inhaled sharply and glanced upwards into stark green eyes. Those eyes practically shone with their own light in the dark room. It was irksome that he couldn’t take his time. He would like to trace every curve and memorize it for how it felt. It was impossible to forget the structured face and strong features of Seifer Almasy, especially after knowing the man for fourteen years. But, he had yet to know the blonde by touch alone.

Would he be able to recognize the feel of strong arms around his waist as he could a silhouetted glance of his rival’s frame?

‘Probably,’ he thought. If Seifer were close enough to hold him, then he’d be able to breath in the spicy scent of that aftershave.

Shaking his mind to attention he stopped himself from falling too far and forgetting where they were exactly.

With rising desires and limited time, this was meant to be simple fun. There would be no drawn out pleasures or satiated sleeping. But, it would still satisfy whatever hunger had taken them, if only momentarily.

Reaching down, he stroked Seifer’s cock. Having control was a nice feeling all in its self. He watched as Seifer rolled his head to the side and bucked lightly into his hand. The blonde’s hold fell easily enough when he lowered to his knees.

It wasn’t a new sight, but it wasn’t familiar, not yet anyway. Oral sex was not something he’d ever thought much about, but since he’d tried it the other night he was determined to become better. Practice made perfect, that was a fundamental rule of most everything. The added perk of watching Seifer come undone was a bonus.

Closing his eyes, he leaned forward and licked the head of the hardened penis. Bracing the blonde’s hips, he took the large member into his mouth.

Still finding his bearings on the act, he took as much as he could just to find his limit. When the tip rubbed the back of his throat he waited a moment to see if he’d instinctively gag. No reflex came, so he pushed himself a little further and made swallowing actions.

Seifer’s fingers immediately twined into soft dark locks as the heated mouth massaged his cock towards climax. Opening his mouth, he inhaled sharply as Squall drew away slightly and began to suck.

Pale cheeks were concave with the action and dark lashes were lowered with closed eyes. Seifer watched in fascination and utter ecstasy as he felt himself encased in warm, wet heat. A gentle hand grasped the base of his shaft, and another tentatively fondled his balls.

After a few groans on his part, the brunet became more assured. Massaging and stroking him, those sweet lips surrounded him and drew him closer to the edge.

Squall’s hands were no longer restraining the blonde, which proved troublesome when the unraveling man gave a thrust forward into his mouth. Taking this as a sign that he was coming closer, Squall replaced his hands against the tanned skin of Seifer’s exposed pelvis. Just how Seifer managed an even tan all over his body was a mystery to him.

Bobbing his head and swirling his tongue around the tip when he pulled off enough, he listened to the guttural groans Seifer’s gave off. The bitter, tangy taste of precum smeared down from the tip along his tongue.

Alternating between sucking and swirling the head with his tongue, Squall continued all the while losing himself. Seifer’s shallow breathing was accompanied by hissed groans, and the sounds were shooting straight to his own growing erection. His own breath had become slightly labored as his heart raced and his mouth was too occupied to bother with taking deeper breaths.

The tightening grip of Seifer’s hands in his hair was his only warning as hot spurts of cum shot out.

With his mouth drawn around Seifer’s spurting member, he was again overwhelmed by the amount of fluid. Determined to do it better this time, he swallowed as best he could. There was only a small bit that escaped his lips, dribbling down his chin.

While swallowing, he’d stilled his breathing. Releasing the softening cock from his mouth, he inhaled deeply. Taking a moment, he opened his eyes and tucked the spent organ beneath the confines of cotton and denim, and sat back. Bracing himself with his arms on the floor, he gazed up at Seifer. His own erection rubbed against the front of his pants and begged for attention.

Greens eyes stared at him fixedly before the blonde was on him. Having been taken unaware, Seifer pushed him back against the hard floor.

Licking the brunet’s chin, he tasted his spilled seed. Though it wasn’t to his liking, he soon found something else to taste beyond the reddened lips of that skillful mouth.

Spreading Squall’s legs with his knee, he pressed closer as he plundered the warm mouth that had brought him sweetly to the edge and sucked him dry.

As Seifer pressed against him, Squall felt himself hardening to the point of not being able to go back. “Seifer, please.” He pushed the blonde’s shoulders. If Seifer didn’t get off, he wouldn’t be able to just wait it out.

“You have no fucking idea, do you?” Seifer growled in his ear, his voice deep and imposing. Running a hand down the writhing man’s body he cupped Squall’s groin.

Forcing himself not to push into Seifer’s hand, Squall asked distractedly, “What?”

“How hot you are,” the blonde answered, setting the work on the many belts that disguised the bulge in dark leather pants.

With a clank, he dropped one to side. A quick glance back up at avid blue eyes made him lose patience. “Do you really need so many damn belts?”

Rolling his eyes, Squall gave in to the need to find release for himself and reached down to undo the remaining belts.

Swatting the brunet’s hands away, he set to work again and said, “I’ll do it.”

“They’re a test of competence,” Squall jibed, relaxing back and giving in.

The cool rush of air that came with Seifer roughly pulling his pants down was momentary, as the blonde stooped to take him in his mouth. Squall nearly jumped. Part of him still wanted to protest it, but then he felt wandering fingers squeeze along his inner thigh and climbed higher.

He was again reminded of his other urge to feel Seifer inside of him. His legs pushed apart, against the confines of his pants, which were riding down to his knees. Seifer picked up on his frustration and need for something else.

With no lubricant he was reluctant to try anything, especially since Squall was probably sore already. Seifer knew that pain would never stop Squall from doing anything, especially when the stubborn man had his mind set. He edged his fingers closer to the entrance of that tight bit of heaven he’d been thrusting into earlier.

Squall’s breath hitched when he felt the first intruding finger push into him. The movement was none too smooth or painless, but it had been exactly what he’d been yearning for. In the back of his mind he recalled the sensation of being filled beyond endurance, having Seifer pushing in and out of him.

With no time for preparation or any lube on hand, Seifer would not cross the line. Same as in the conference room, he wouldn’t fuck the brunet senseless so soon after the innocent Commander’s first time. No doubt he’d been premature before and hurt the resilient little princess. Now that he was less influenced by an aching need for release, he could concentrate on Squall’s reactions completely.

When he pressed one finger in, he wondered just how much Squall could get off on just fingers alone. Wanting to watch Squall, he released the lithe beauty’s cock from his mouth and shifted position.

Lying along side of the brunet, he switched angles. Draping an arm around back, he entered from behind. Licking Squall’s lips, he nibbled on the bottom one that he so often saw Squall worry unconsciously.

Squall would have been blushing with embarrassment if not for the more detailed aspects of what they were doing. He wasn’t finding sheer pleasure in being finger fucked just for sake of having that sweet spot stroked. If that were the case, he doubted it would feel even half as good or that he wouldn’t feel utter contempt and disgust for it. What made him give over so completely was that he was already fairly far-gone and that it was Seifer doing it to him. With Seifer, there were only so many things they hadn’t already done together, so there really was no call for embarrassment.

Shifting slightly, Squall rest more on his side than his back. When Seifer managed to rub over just the right place, he nuzzled the blonde’s neck and gripped the gray t-shirt while arching onto the hand.

Seifer cursed at the restrictive infraction of Squall’s pants. Regardless, he slipped an arm around the brunet, bracing what would have been a toned and smooth backside had there not been the thick bomber jacket in the way. Rolling over, he pulled his little demon atop himself and inserted a second finger.

Smiling with pleasure, Seifer watched as delicate fingers clenched his shirt and the most enticing ass arched back. Pressing deeper, he thrust his fingers in and out, watching Squall’s reaction intently.

When the writhing man seemed to becoming closer to the brink of climax, Seifer firmly grasped the leaking erection that rubbed against any friction it could find between them.

Moaning at the touch, Squall rocked back against Seifer’s hand, losing himself as those fingers stroked him from within. Propping himself up, his hands shifted the shirt they clenched upward, revealing hard tanned abs beneath.

Pleasure racked his body while thought left him and lust consumed him. He wanted more, so much more. To be filled completely. To move against the blonde, while Seifer thrust into him. Biting his lip he stifled his cries, Seifer’s name automatically wanted to roll off his tongue. He was so close to that addictive feeling of an orgasm, the likes of which he hadn’t known before the ex-knight’s return.

With the simultaneous stroking of both his cock and prostate, he came. Spurting his seed into a cupped and calloused hand, he gave a small whimper in place of the cry he couldn’t let free.

“No fucking idea,” Seifer whispered, banging his head against the cold floor a few times.

Collapsing against Seifer, Squall rested his head on the blonde’s chest for a moment. ‘Hyne, that felt good.’ Even without the clouded daze of lust, his practical side could not deny the truth. For once in his life he understood why people could become consumed by carnal desires.

Raising his hand, sticky with Squall’s release, Seifer sampled a little. He was rather impassive about it. He neither liked nor disliked the taste, but it was appealing simply for having come from Squall.

Blue eyes watched him, he could feel the gaze without even returning it. His own eyes watched with enthrallment as Squall leaned up licked his hand. While he didn’t consciously respond, his hand opened palm up.

Dark lashes fluttered as Squall’s eyes turned to see where he was licking. A light blush graced those pale cheeks and choppy strands of silky hair fell to sweep across the angled scar. A small tongue darted out from between plush red lips, lapping up the milky white substance.

Gulping, Seifer continued to just watch, fascinated and senseless. When the hungry little kitten was finished, and those mesmerizing eyes locked on his again, he just stared.

Squall searched Seifer’s eyes for some reaction. The blonde seemed dumbstruck for some reason. Feeling a little perturbed and defensive Squall broke the gaze and said, “It would have been a mess otherwise.” Straightening up a bit, he pulled his pants up.

“How have you not been raped?” Seifer finally scoffed sarcastically. It wasn’t the most eloquent expression of what he was beginning to think about the brunet, but it was all he could manage at the moment.

Furrowing his brows, Squall regarded the blonde sardonically. “Lionheart helps.”

“I can imagine.” Reaching up, he pulled the brunet back against himself.

“Wha-” Squall began to question, but was cut off.

“Just until we land,” Seifer admonished, pressing the brunet’s head down to his chest.

With his head against the toned chest of his oldest acquaintance, Squall listened to the slightly accelerated beating of Seifer’s heart. When strong arms wrapped around him and held him tightly he didn’t question it. In fact, he was beginning to enjoy the feeling of being hugged.

“What are we now?” Seifer asked after a moment, squeezing tighter. There was something stirring within him that he wasn’t certain about. Every second that passed seemed to endear the brunet to him more and more.

While they’d settled for unanswered questions and let the flame flicker madly with whatever lust had awoken, the flame was not dying out. It did not cease burning, nor did it seem to dance along any edge of extinction. It only grew. And, with no reasons or answers, Seifer could only hold on tighter and wait for understanding.

“I still don’t know,” Squall answered. They’d already had this conversation, and since he didn’t speak much in the first place, he generally avoided repeating himself.

Lifting his head, Seifer placed a soft kiss to the top of Squall’s mop of hair. “Then, what can we be?” Seifer wasn't sure if he was unconsciously fishing for a specific answer, or just thinking out loud. His self-assured manner was never helpful when he was around the brunet.

As the ship rocked to a landing, Squall started within the hold of the knight. There was a bathroom nearby, and with a little more of that luck he was having today, they might be able to wash up a bit before facing anyone.

Reluctantly, Seifer let Squall move away. Some how the action was becoming redundant. The pale Commander was always restlessly stirring and pulling away, never being held in one place for long. Such actions rose to question whether they were both on the same footing.

Green eyes watched as the darkly clad man deftly replaced the strewn belts and strapped on the glowing gunblade.


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