Easing the Pain

Chapter 3

Squall awoke to the feel of a callused hand stroking his morning erection, and he arched into it as he opened his eyes to see Seifer leaning over him with a smug smirk. It was Seifer's favorite way of waking him up, and he had no complaints. He bit back a soft moan that threatened to come forth, heightening his lovers amused enjoyment.

"Good morning, Commander." Seifer leaned down, rolling his hot tongue over a nipple to bring another gasping sigh from his lover.

"How long have you been awake?" Squall whispered, stretching and pumping his hips in time with Seifer's strokes.

"Long enough to get a hard on while watching you sleep," he chuckled in answer, kissing softly across Squall's chest to reach the other neglected nipple.

"You just woke up then," Squall breathed, then hissed in pleasure when his lovers teeth bit down in playful warning.

"Always the smart ass," Seifer said, moving his mouth up to Squall's neck to thoroughly ravage.

"You're the one...fuck...that's the smart ass...Hyne, Seifer..."

"Always have to get the last word in too, Leonhart. Just lay back and enjoy the hand job I'm giving you," Seifer growled in his ear. He licked along the lobe, and he felt Squall's body strain against his. His lover was silent other than the harsh pants of breath, and growing moans of gratification. It was a delicious sound, and one that he never tired of hearing. His own cock throbbed with anticipation, and he groaned in earnest when Squall's hand found it's hardness to return the favor with his own strokes.

Squall's stormy eyes were heavily lidded, his lips sensually parted while he took quick intakes breaths. Nothing about his lover was feminine, but he was beautiful just the same. Seifer brushed away a few wild hairs from Squall's sweaty brow, leaning down to kiss the scar that enhanced his handsome face. He never thought that he could love someone as deeply as he did his former rival. It was almost frightening. With a longing moan, Seifer shifted position, laying on his back and pulling Squall onto his side in the same motion.

"Fuck me, Squall," he ordered in a hushed tone. Their lips met in a chaste kiss as Squall's body covered his, their cocks brushing together hard enough to make them both cry out. Lube was hastily applied before his lover slide inside his tight heat, the stretching pressure making him hold his breath until he was fully sheathed. Squall's thrusts were fluid and slow, his touch caressing and loving. Seifer spread his legs wider, begging Squall without words to go deeper.

"I thought I was the one who was supposed to lay back and enjoy it," Squall quipped with ragged breath, pulling one of Seifer's muscled thighs higher as his thrusts became more determined.

"Complaining...Leonhart? Fuck....mmn...You know... you love this.." A sexy growl was the response he got, followed by a hard thrust that had him howling with pleasure. Any further conversation was stopped when Squall pressed close, covering his mouth to muffle the blond's rising moans. Neither pulled from the kiss that was nearly suffocating with it's intensity. Only when they both reached that tide of pleasure did they pull a mere inch apart, panting harshly and groaning with their climaxes.

"Mmmm, good morning to you too," Squall murmured, nibbling on Seifer's lips. Sweat drenched bodies stayed locked together as they kissed in the afterglow. Squall sighed contently, smiling against his lovers kiss when he felt the sticky warmth of his spent seed between their bodies. "I think we need a shower," he chuckled lightly, sighing with renewed lust when Seifer brushed his finger over his anal opening.

"Sounds good to me," Seifer said, smirking when Squall closed his eyes with an almost silent moan. "Come on," Seifer purred, teasing Squall's opening until his finger slipped inside.

"Fuck...Seifer," Squall hissed, squirming above him until his softened cock slipped from his lover's ass, leaving the trickle of his warm seed to soil the bedsheets. "I thought we were going to take a shower," Squall sighed, allowing himself to be hugged close in the comforting embrace of his lover's arms, his finger working deeper inside his ass.

"What's the hurry? You don't have to be in that office of yours for another few hour, Commander. Damn, you never fail to be tight," he praised, thrusting his finger in and out with slow stimulation. His cock was coming back to life between their sweat slick bodies, and from the feel, Squall's was doing the same.

"Insatiable bastard," Squall breathed, gripping Seifer's broad shoulders as he shifted slightly, weakly working his pelvis to make their cocks brush together.

"Only when it comes to you," Seifer groaned, moving his own hips to match his lover's pace. Squall's breathy retort was cut off by an insistent pounding on the living room door, and the two of them groaned in unison at the abrupt intrusion.

"Go ahead and jump in the shower," Squall panted, kissing Seifer's scowling lips before he got off the bed. "I'll join you as soon as I tell who's at the door to get lost," he smirked, wiping himself off with the bed sheet as well as he could. "Shit!" he hissed when the pounding resumed. He grabbed his bathrobe with a shake of his head. "What's the damn emergency?" he muttered to himself, watching Seifer go into the bathroom.

He opened the door to see Quistis who had a hectic look about her. "Squall, there's a problem in Esthar. Your father needs you there ASAP."

"Calm down, what's the problem?" he said letting her in.

"We don't have a lot of info yet, but it seems another sorceress has risen to cause problems. Squall, Odine's entire lab was destroyed, only one person survived the attack, and he's barely talking, only saying the word 'sorceress', over and over again. They think he saw who did it, but they can't get anything out of him."

"Hyne, not another sorceress war," Squall said with a deep sigh, feeling his stomach sink. After dealing with Ultimecia, he had hoped this would not happen again. Had he been foolish to think it wouldn't? He gave Quistis a weary look as she stood patiently for his orders. "Get the Ragnarok prepared for departure. I'll be there shortly," he said, going into Commander mode and giving her a dismissive salute.

"Yes, Sir," she saluted back and made a hasty exit. He sat heavily on the couch, only after the door was shut. Another sorceress? Could it possibly be? Ultimecia had been bad enough, and from the sound of it, this new one was just as powerful, if not more so. His sharp hearing caught the sound of the shower still running, and he got up to join his lover.

"Took you long enough," Seifer quipped playfully when Squall slid the glass door open to get under the hot spray of water, but his good humor faded when he saw the troubled expression on his normally calm face. "What's wrong?"

"We got trouble," he answered, soaking his hair under the spray. "I'll tell you on the way to Esthar." Seifer watched Squall's eyes as he shampooed his hair, but remained silent. His lover obviously needed time to think, and he respectfully let him do it.

After a hasty shower the two of them made their way to the air dock to board the Ragnarok. Quistis greeted them once they were aboard, and Squall ordered for take off, his voice emotionless. Seifer didn't like the sound of it and pulled him aside once Quistis was out of sight.

"Are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on, or are you going to keep me guessing, Leonhart?"

"We have a sorceress problem, at least that's what I've been told, but I'm not making any assumptions until we get to Esthar. I have to see for myself before I start alerting all the Gardens," he answered, his face cold and stony, covering the turmoil inside. If there was another sorceress, he knew they could handle it if needed, he just hoped they wouldn't have to.

"Shit," Seifer hissed, stepping away. Squall watched in silence as his lover paced the floor, his hand gripping the hilt of his gunblade that was at his side, probably not even aware that he was doing it. Seifer knew first hand the power a sorceress could hold. He had been under Ultimecia's power, unable to break free until she had been destroyed.

Squall felt the slight shift of the aircraft as it took off from the Garden and he sat in a nearby seat to think. Seifer continued his nervous pacing, seeming to be in deep thought. The trip wouldn't take long at the speed the Ragnarok could travel, but if Seifer kept pacing like this, it would drive him nuts. It was unlike Seifer to be this way, he expected it more from Zell.

"Seifer, sit before you wear a hole in the floor," Squall said, smiling weakly when Seifer gave him an annoyed sneer that quickly faded.

"I'm sorry. I just never thought we'd have to deal with another sorceress bitch," Seifer groaned, slumping in a chair.

"I know, but we're SeeD's and we have to be ready for anything, even this," Squall answered. "It's what Garden was created for, remember?"

"Yeah....," he trailed off, looking down at the floor, his brow furrowed. "Did they say what she looked like?"

"I don't have much info yet, but from what Quistis said, only one person survived the attack, and they aren't real responsive right now. Apparently, Odine's lab was completely destroyed, along with everyone there."

Seifer nodded slowly, then gave Squall a somber look. "Do you think it's Rinoa?"

"What?!" Squall stood, shaking his head. "She's not capable of hurting anyone, Seifer!"

"How do you know? She hurt you," the blond ex-knight said calmly, watching the brunette doing the pacing now.

"Don't be stupid, that was different. Rinoa doesn't have a malicious bone in her body," he snapped, stopping his fevered pacing to turn and face his lover with a look of indignation. "How can you think that of her?"

"How can you not, Squall?" Seifer asked, feeling a little angry himself. "Think about it. How many sorceresses do we know?" The tension in the room became so thick it was almost suffocating. Seifer watched his lover fight down his anger, and it hurt him to see that he still felt so strongly about the woman who had left him with a broken heart.

"It's not her," Squall said in a whisper, stiffly walking from the room. Seifer wanted to follow, but restrained himself and instead went to one of the windows to watch the scenery pass under the airship as they flew at top speed.

"Good going, asshole," he muttered to himself, realizing that he just succeeded in initiating their first argument since becoming lovers. He decided to let Squall have some space for the rest of the trip to cool off, but his suspicious thoughts about Rinoa would not leave him.

A/N: This story started out as a simple love story, but it is turning in a more serious direction. I hadn't planned on it, but this is how the third chapter flowed from me. My muses have spoken, and this is what I came up with, though Rinoa isn't real happy with me right now, in fact she hates this fic all together. Surprisingly, I like Rinoa's character. I'm one of the few I guess. A friend of mine hates her...You know who you are. *smiles* Anyway, enjoy, and reviews are appreciated.