Lovers Trust

Notes: At last the chapter we’ve all been waiting for. At least I have.
A little long but… At least we’re just a few steps from the finishing line ;)


27

[Squall]
He glared at the blond from across the room. Stubborn, stupid man. Seifer didn’t notice his glare, he was busy with… whatever he did! Squall didn’t care! It was a relief when the other gunblader left the common room and went into the bedroom.
Squall allowed himself to curl up on the cushion and grip his own knees, glaring down at the rug in front of the fire. They’ve had another stupid arguing.

How long time had past since the blond had invaded his mind? No, not invaded. Been invited. Seifer had bickered about that detail until Squall actually started to believe him. But it made no sense whatsoever. How could he trust the blond more than he even trusted Shiva? Was it true then, that he loved the other? No! Impossible! Right?

When would he have grown such feelings when he’d been inside here all the time? When he still was in that horrid place and the war was still going on? Though Seifer over and over told him that so wasn’t the case. Seifer and Squall was in Shumi tribe. The war was over; he had been rescued from that… place. His body had healed and he had chopped the head off of that stupid witch.

He didn’t believe it.

Couldn’t. How could he? If he started trusting these basic instincts, that told him that Seifer wasn’t dangerous, he would have to get out. If these warm sensations were love… it would be lover for Seifer. It would mean that he had done things while still not aware of himself. That he held intimate feelings for someone that over and over again had hurt him deeper than anyone ever had or could.

Squall clutched his head as agony rippled through him. Feelings, memories boiled inside of him and they all fought for his attention. Something had and was happening to his body and mind while he hid himself in here. With a growl he pushed away all that. He didn’t want to listen.

Looking up, he found the blond eyeing him from the bedroom doorway. Squall’s mouth suddenly went dry and his body tensed at the dark green of those eyes. Of the… unreadable face. Why did he feel this pang of… of… both excitement and fear? Why did his body flinch as Seifer slowly started walking towards him? This was his mind, he shouldn’t be afraid of an outsider that he easily could crush.

Seifer stopped a foot away and slowly urged him up with a hand that almost didn’t touch him. Strangely, but Squall obediently followed the strange blond as he was softly urged to follow. However, when Seifer backed into the bedroom still holding Squall’s fingers, Squall hesitated. But he still followed. Those basic instincts told him to follow.

The bedroom was darkened and only six candles, three at each nightstand, gave some light. His stomach knotted up to an aching pain and his breathing started to feel restricted. Was Seifer really that much of an idiot? Did he think Squall would let him as much as touch him anywhere near erotic inside Squall’s own mind?

He jumped as a strong hand stroked his back and Seifer somehow had closed him in a very lose embrace without Squall noticing. The gunblader hushed against Squall’s hair and calmly stroked his back and massaged the hand he was holding.

“It’s all right. You’ll see,” Seifer murmured and put his lips to Squall’s forehead.

Squall violently jerked away, almost breaking contact, but Seifer held onto his hand. He stared up into soft green eyes. What by Hyne made Seifer believe Squall would let him do… that to him? Like that Man had done? He wasn’t stupid enough to make himself so vulnerable. He shook his head.

“No way. Are you insane?” he said with a disturbingly shaky voice.

“Am I?” Seifer asked and it took Squall off guard.

Squall tried backing away as Seifer leaned down, but found himself tightly secured by the hand around his hand. Squall clenched shut teeth, lips and eyes as Seifer tongued his mouth. Something that could pass as memories, flashed through him. He would get hit for his disobedience. He could already feel the pain that would sear through his jaw and scull from the impact of a powerful fist. Taste the metallic ting from his own blood filling his mouth.

Soft lips continued to caress his tightly shut mouth. Before those lips travelled over his chin, his nose, his eyebrow, his eye and finally a tongue that tickled his ear. Gentle teeth that nibbled the lobe of his ear. Seifer placed his hand back at Squall’s back. The brunet made a strangled noise as that hand set to loose all muscles that had tensed up.

His body fought a loosing battle against the other. That striking fear evaporated from him and made him able to think rationally again. His body just couldn’t be so tense when that hand worked some kind of magic on it. Seifer released his hand so he could use both hands to massage him. Squall quickly tightened his lips he hadn’t realised loosening as Seifer returned to lick and nipple at them.

Turmoil of memory sensations and fear swirled in him. He knew that Seifer couldn’t do to him what those others had done. Not in Squall’s own mind. Still, should he really accept this? They were enemies, right? But his body didn’t think so, some part of his mind didn’t think so. Squall frowned and his lips softened somewhat at Seifer’s persistent licking and coaxing.

As he tried concentrating on those weak sensations and memories, Seifer succeeded to break into his mouth. Squall flinched, but didn’t retreat. Not when all Seifer did was to softly tongue his teeth and insides of his lips. So warm and soft and gentle. Seifer coxed his way deeper, found Squall’s tongue and dared him to play. A gentle hand played with his hair and Squall found himself gripping the shirt the blond had.

When they broke the kiss, Squall unconsciously reached for more. He looked up into gentle green eyes. What had happened to make that harsh glint leave the green orbs? What had Seifer gone through to mature to this level? To this almost complete different person.

“Let me show you why you trust me,” Seifer murmured and stroked a thumb along Squall’s jaw.

Squall took the two big hands in his and pressed his cheek to one. He was so confused. All these hunches, these whisperings of memories, made him hurt and ache in ways he had never done before. He wanted to curl up in Seifer’s warm embrace and be protected from the outside world. He wanted to back away and find his gunblade. He wanted to break down and cry. He wanted to explode and start screaming angrily.

“Let me show you,” Seifer whispered this time while pressing lips to Squall’s forehead.

[Seifer]
He knew he was out on deep water with thin ice under his feet. He had no evidence that this would work. That Squall would accept and not throw him our or that any memories would be triggered by his caresses. His lion made a pained face between tears and confusion. Seifer had a hard time controlling his own breathing.

Silently Squall reached up and timidly pressed his lips against Seifer’s. The blond shivered and fought to not take the command and invade that sweet mouth. Their tongues met again and massaged against each other. Seifer let his hands return to the brunet’s back and stroke. It made the lithe gunblader make a pressed sound. Carefully, the brunet stroked his hands up along Seifer’s chest, up around his neck to burry naked hands in golden strands.

Seifer couldn’t help but moan softly and press his groin against the other. Without his notice, his hands started roaming the body in them. Seifer grunted as a hard groin suddenly pressed against him. His little lion pressed up against him and tugged at blond hair to even out the difference in height. Encouraged by this sudden boldness, Seifer easily slipped off the leather jacket and proceeded to the gray t-shirt.

Squall ignored his tries and tugged at his sweater instead. The blond complied and let the other youth unclothe him down to his underwear. They stood still then. Squall held cold fingertips spread on Seifer’s chest and didn’t look up. The blond breathed hard and gently touched now rigid shoulders. The youth was panting and shivering under Seifer’s hands.

Carefully the tall youth continued to unclothe the other. Squall didn’t fight it, but he wasn’t more than compliant, still hesitant then. Once they both stood naked to the underwear, Seifer stopped. He took a hand to the pale back and stroked. Squall gasped as Seifer breathed against an ear before nibbling. The brunet spread his hands on the blonds’ chest, not to stop but to feel. Seifer boldly cupped Squall’s groin and the youth gasped and arched into the touch.

He let his hand continue to gentle teas the growing member, as he let the other hand roam the rest of the lovely body. He knew Squall had a sensitive spot right beneath his ear, which he tormented relentlessly. Squall gasped and thrust into his hand. He didn’t protest as Seifer relived him of the last garment. Squall opened his eyes and met Seifer’s for the brief moment the other had to let him go to undress completely.

The blond smiled gentle. Almost silver-grey eyes watched him. There was confusion there and… innocence. Still hard to read, but Seifer could guess his thought. Should he thrust Seifer? Was it right to feel what he felt? Should he listen to his own body? The blonde smiled even broader. He kissed the brunet again and manoeuvred him to the bed. Squall hesitated when Seifer urged him down. The lithe gunblader were agonizing his own lip and didn’t want to meet eyes.

“It’ll be alright,” Seifer reassured, but Squall still stood hesitating.

He went onto the bed first instead and extended a hand to the difficult brunet. He followed without taking the hand. The blond laid back on his elbow as Squall sat down beside him, curling up on his knees. Seifer smiled as a blush had started creeping up on the otherwise pale cheeks.

Grey eyes avoided green and instead roamed the golden toned body, making the blush intensifying. As Seifer were about to stroke a powerful thigh, Squall tentatively reached out. The blond couldn’t help but tense his stomach muscle as the light fingertips stroked it. The lithe man followed the lines of his abdomen up to his chest and there made small circles and went down again. Seifer’s eager member twitched on his belly and made the light fingers pause in their explorations.

Squall started touching him again, a little harder this time. He let his fingers trace down along the blonds’ hipbone and thigh. He fingered in the outskirts of Seifer’s groin and made the member throb. Seifer bit the inside of his chin. The brunet’s hands were skittish, living creatures. They travelled where they wanted, tentatively exploring flesh. Probing, massaging, touching. As if Squall were making a map he needed to remember.

He flinched just a little when Seifer could no longer stand it and had to touch. The pale body was a skittish thing in his hands that tensed at his touch just as easily as it relaxed and shivered. The blond let his mouth roam flesh that it hadn’t touched in way too long a time. He sucked at a hipbone and some strange sound was forced from lush lips.

They curled around each other. Squall wasn’t the one to sit back once curiosity took him. Seifer flinched and moaned as his manhood suddenly was assaulted with wet licks and massaging lips. Hyne. This wasn’t like the Squall he’d learnt to know. This curious and bold creature. He retaliated by taking the brunet’s balls into his mouth. The youth gasped and his cock became even harder.

Seifer made them roll over so he had Squall above him. Leaning back against the headboard gave him access to the most precious of places. As he licked the brunet’s puckered entrance he was awarded with a strangled moan. The blond jumped as a vicious mouth attacked his dripping member. It was enough to make him groan and pause to breathe. He then shifted grip to get deeper and plunged his tongue inside that little entrance.

It was delirious. To be able to touch his lion like this. To be able to urge the lithe body closer and closer to the edge without blood and pain. As Seifer pushed a third finger into the shivering body, Squall moaned deeply and gripped the bed so hard his knuckles whitened. They rearranged again. Somehow the brunet still ended up top and Seifer attacked a nipple. The lithe gunblader gasped harshly and grinded cock against cock, burying slender fingers in blond strands.

The blond groaned against the pale throat. He wanted inside very badly. He made Squall look down at him. Grey-blue eyes were dilated in lust and red blushes spread at high cheekbones. They kissed, feverishly and needy.

“I need… Hyne, Squall, let me be inside you,” he whispered hoarsely.

Just for a moment, there was some clarity of hesitation in those beautiful eyes. Then Squall nodded silently. Seifer had to kiss him again. The brunet shifted around until the other youth’s member pressed against his ass, smearing pre-cum everywhere.

“No, lube, we need lube,” Seifer grunted against swollen lips and Squall leaned back a bit.

“What’s lube?” he asked silently and the blond blinked stupidly.

His brain wasn’t up for even starting to try to understand how Squall didn’t know. He shook his head once to eradicate it of disturbing thoughts that had nothing with lovemaking to do.

“Something to ease the way with,” he answered and the brunet made a little confirmation sound.

“Like… gunblade grease?” the lithe youth asked tentatively.

The uncertainty in face and voice made Seifer pause for a moment. It was cute, this mix of boldness and innocence. He nodded and Squall reached for the nightstand, a bottle being there when it hadn’t just seconds ago. Maybe this Squall in his hands was the one who had went out into war still an innocent? Maybe this Squall hadn’t been marred by what the man had done to destroy him?

As Seifer slicked himself and put two fingers into Squall, hesitation had returned to the grey-blue eyes. The blond really didn’t want to stop; he was aching to be inside this lovely creature. Still, he paused when they were ready long enough so he could be certain he read the brunet right. Squall rose himself into position and levered himself down when the blond had placed the throbbing member right.

As the head came in quite fast, Squall cried out and arched a little. Seifer caught his waist and suckled a collarbone. The brunet moaned and put damn sharp nails in unprotected shoulders. The blond held the shivering body as the other decided to continue. Whining gasps forced themselves out of the lithe gunblader, his breathing came in harsh intakes.

“Breath lovely, don’t force too much,” Seifer rasped against an ear, intense pleasure making black spots dance before his eyes.

“So huge…” Breathlessly.

The blond had to clench his teeth as the stubborn boy decided he still wanted more. Squall arched again and moaned as he sunk down the last inches. His body was quivering, his anus clenched hard around the member. A blush spread across his cheekbones. They were still for what felt like an eternity. Seifer busied himself with licking and sucking at every little inch skin he could reach. The brunet moaned faintly and his head lolled backwards as the blond found spots at his throat to harass.

Squall flinched a little as Seifer took his still hard cock in hand and stroked it. The brunet gazed at him with dilated eyes as he lay back down in the bed. The lithe man found support for his hands against a broad chest. As the older teen moved his hips encouragingly, Squall gasped and squirmed. He wasn’t late with following the suggestion. He rose a little at the cock before sliding back down.

Eyes closed in concentration and pleasure; he soon found a steady rhythm. Seifer gritted his teeth and arched a little, wanting more. Who initiated the kiss didn’t really matter. The rhythm halted just a little as they devoured each other. Squall learned fast and didn’t like leaving command to the other. Seifer circled the slender waist to keep the brunet down before planting his feet in the bed. His lion cried out and arched as he started thrusting.

The sounds he could make the other teen emit made him delirious in pleasure. Small gasps and moans and whines. Strong fingers dug into his shoulders and sharp teeth punished his throat and collarbone for taking command. Still, Squall didn’t fight to straighten and was squirming against him. The blond took one of the slender hands of the other and together they circled the throbbing erection stuck between them.

Suddenly Squall cried out and strained his whole body. Hot seed spilled between them and Seifer groaned at the sudden hurtful tightness around his cock. He thrust a couple of times before spilling himself in the tight heat of his lion. Squall was panting and shivering and lay still on top of him.

Just for a moment, Seifer liked to imaging they being somewhere in the real world. Somewhere where they could stay like this for a while without worries and pain.


Author’s Whining:
GHAAA!!!

I have no notion why this chapter took such fu*king time to write. But it took time and just didn’t want to loosen. Anyway.
Here it is, hope you all felt some gratification like I did reading it.

And damn if this story is going to be longer than thirty chapters! XD