Absolution II: Redemption

Disclaimer: As much as I love abusing the bishies, they ain’t mine and I ain’t making anything off this other then the warm squishies otherwise known as reviews. So, if by some weird stroke of luck, you work for Square Enix and you’re reading this, don’t sue me.

WARNINGS: Spanking, paddling, rimming, and hot sex. If you don’t like it, go read something a bit tamer. Seifer’s going to be enjoying himself and there really isn’t much plot other than that. I apologize in advance for the slightly cliched insomnia relief idea, but it’s all I could think of.

Help me
I broke apart my insides
Help me
I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
~ Nine Inch Nails – Closer
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I can’t fucking sleep. Nothing is helping. I tried counting sheep, I tried getting up and walking around this tiny room here for a few minutes to relax, but I wanna kill the stupid sheep and I hate being stuck without much to do. Maybe I’ll find Squall’s new room and harass him since he’s the reason I’m so goddamned stressed out that I’ll be lucky if I get to sleep anytime within the next week.

If I were allowed to actually have Hyperion with me, I’d go kill things in the Training Center until ready to pass out from exhaustion, but no, they had to go and take my weapon away from me for Hyne only knows how long. Bastards.

On second thought, finding Squall to take my frustration out on him sounds like a damned good idea. I’ve always wanted to give his ass a good belting, see how pretty it looks when it’s all red and welted.

After I get out of bed, I look at myself in the mirror and make a face 'cause my nose is bruised as hell from Zell punching it earlier. Don’t care if it heals right or not since it’s right under the scar anyway. It’ll just give people something else to stare at while they look at me and try to avoid looking me in the eyes.

I run a hand through my hair, shed the coat since I’m probably gonna end up wearing a lot less anyway, and go in search of the commander’s new living area. There ain’t nobody walking around and trying to get anywhere, so it's quiet in the halls. Would probably be loud in the Training Center. People can go there at any hour of the day or night. That’s not my destination, though.

First place to try would be Squall’s old single room, just in case he hasn’t bothered to move up to bigger and better things after becoming commander. Knowing him, he’d probably consider it pointless or something like that.

Why in the hell am I getting nervous? I’m just here to have some fun with Squall, if this is still his room, and probably fuck him senseless like I did earlier. No reason to be nervous.

After a few quick raps on the cold metal door, I can hear someone walking towards me and almost sigh with relief because the footsteps sound just like Squall’s. I could probably identify him by a whiff of his shampoo if I had to. Unless he’s changed to something new in the past months.

“Who’s there?” I hear him ask, my guesses about this still being his place now fully confirmed.

“Who else would come to fuck with you in the middle of the night, Leonhart?” I can’t help but snap back before the door slides open slowly. Dear Hyne, he’s not wearing anything other than black boxers that shimmer a little in the faint light and the necklace I’ve never seen him without. Can’t say I’ve ever seen him with this little on, so I just stand there and smirk. The mental images I’ve had of him wearing next to nothing are pitiful compared to actually having him in front of me.

Squall’s not as muscular as I am, but that doesn’t mean he lacks definition. Quite the opposite, it seems. Without a word, I walk in and continue looking him over, eyes following the pale smoothness of his neck down to his trim torso and well-defined arms. The only hair visible is a teasing bit just below my only real surprise – a silver barbell in his navel – and going down to the waistband of his boxers.

He doesn’t say anything until he sees where I’m staring at, then reaches down to play with it nervously. “Irvine talked me into it the night after our victory party. Still can’t believe I had it done.”

“Looks good on you. Don’t take it out,” I tell him before stepping in close and kissing him just as roughly as I’d done earlier. He can take it, so there’s no need to bother being nice to him. It just wouldn’t be my style.

Squall returns it with just as much intensity, my tongue sliding across his as one arm slides down to his waist and pulls him against me. He sucks briefly, making me groan and nip his lower lip before I feel cool fingertips running down my spine to my waist, insistently tugging the hemline of my shirt.

I have to step back to take my shirt off and this time I learn what it’s like to be looked over, feeling that blue-grey gaze roam over my tan torso. One hand reaches out to touch at the faint scar just below my breastbone, brow arched in silent question. Maybe another day, I’ll explain it to him. Right now’s not the time, though.

Our lips meet in another eager kiss and I’m not sure who initiated it. I don’t really care either. All that matters is Squall, barely dressed and pressing against me, erection growing noticeable against my own tightening pants. Somehow, I manage to think enough to get him against the nearest wall, although I do plan on making it to the bed this time to fuck him.

From earlier, I remember how sensitive the area around his earlobe happens to be, so I brush my teeth over that part of his neck for a moment before sinking them in hard enough to make him cry out and rock against me several times before I hear murmured words barely hitting my ear.

“Hurt me…” Squall says before yelping as I bite again and run my tongue over the abused area. That’s definitely going to leave a mark but I could care less. Gotta make sure I heard that right, so I pull back and look into his eyes.

“Right now, I’m pissed at you for sayin’ what you did earlier. Might not be able to take it, Squally.”

He actually chuckles, but his gaze never wavers. “I can take anything you feel like dishing out, Seifer. I’m not going to break if you play rough.”

Play rough. Ooh, I like how that sounds. But let’s see just how much I can dish out without him freaking out.

After another quick bite, I step back and don’t hesitate to follow him towards the bed, my eyes instantly darting to the locked drawer beside it. Hmm, what would Squall have that he’d have to keep locked up for privacy reasons? I keep my pants on for the time being, but kick off my shoes and sit next to him on the bed so I can take the opportunity to reach over and grope him through those silky boxers of his.

“So, Squally, what is there for me to use for some fun?” I ask a moment before he grabs a key and unlocks that drawer I’d been looking at. I’m guessing there are fun toys in there. And not the little kid definition of the word, either.

When I open it and look through the contents, I can’t help but smirk and laugh darkly. Already thought about using one of his belts on him, but there’s a studded leather paddle in there that looks even more appealing. The riding crop looks fun, as do the padded cuffs and small dildo. No clue what’s with the several different kinds of lube, though.

Gonna start off nice and simple, though, and just use the paddle and maybe the cuffs – after I give him a good spanking for pissing me off so much earlier.

“Before you ask, nobody else has seen those or used them on me. I bought them so I could imagine what it would be like to be hit or cuffed up,” he explains without having to be asked. Such an obedient little thing, it’s almost like he can read my mind or something.

I just nod and sit on the edge of the bed, paddle resting next to me, cuffs on top of the dresser, and drawer shut once more. “Take off the boxers and bend over my lap, Squall,” I tell him firmly, not too surprised when he does as told without complaining.

Carefully, I run a hand over the firm muscles of his ass, kneading them gently just to hear the soft whimpers he makes. And I don’t give him any warning before bringing my hand down sharply over the pale skin. Squall moans a little and squirms in my lap, but my other hand holds his upper back down while I continue spanking him.

Hyne, his ass looks good when it’s all nice and pink because of my hand. And the little noises he makes are only making me harder. I can feel his cock against my lap, so I know he’s enjoying getting the pain as much as I’m enjoying giving it to him. Let’s step up the intensity, see how much he enjoys being paddled.

The first blow makes him cry out, but he’s harder and rocking against my groin still, so I know he’s enjoying it. I do it a few more times, getting harder each blow and listening carefully to Squall’s breathing and the noises he makes so I can tell if it ever starts to become more pain than pleasure. And if I can’t tell when Squall’s hurting, then I’m a dumbass because I’ve fought and trained him more times than I wanna count right now.

After his ass is dark red and slightly welted in places from the metal studs, I stop and just run my fingertips down across the tender flesh, smirking more when he hisses and squirms around on my lap.

“Seifer…” he pleads, panting as I pull him up to a sitting position on my lap. He doesn’t flinch even though I can tell that he’s gotta be at least a little uncomfortable. I wouldn’t be sittin’ down if my ass were as red as his is.

We’re both rock-hard and I wanna fuck him until he screams, but I ain’t gonna do that just yet. Instead, I bend my head down and flick my tongue across one pale nipple until it hardens, smirking to myself at the little breathy moans he makes at every touch before I change sides and repeat the process. Could spend forever tasting his skin and getting him to make those noises because they’re the hottest sound imaginable.

Wish I could do this longer, but my cock is protesting how long I’ve been making it wait and I really don’t wanna keep these pants on much longer, so I plop Squall on his back, snicker when he makes this weird squawking noise, and remove the damn pants before going back into the drawer and grabbing one of the lubes I saw there.

The tube announces that it “tastes citrusy fresh,” and I smirk because of the possible things I could do with Squall and flavored lube. They all require more time than my cock wants me to take, though, so I’ll just pick the fastest option.

He’s lying there on his back, knees up and legs spread with his arms up over his head. Hyne, that’s a lovely sight. Pale skin against the black sheets with that silver piercing and the ever-present necklace, hair falling back onto the pillow to expose all of his pretty face. Now, should I cuff up his hands or let him touch me?

One of my hands reach out for the cuffs, but I stop when I hear him ask faintly, “Let me touch you this time?”

“Sure.”

So I set the cuffs back down, settle myself between his legs, and smirk at him before nipping one inner thigh a few times. I like biting and he better tell me soon if it bugs him or else I’ll just keep on doin’ it. At the same time, I squeeze some of the lube onto my fingers and circle his hole, making him whimper a little 'cause he’s probably still sore from earlier.

I don’t keep fingering him, though. Nope. Instead, I lie down between his legs, smirk up at him, and carefully start licking away the flavoring. Squall rocks against me and whimpers loudly, obviously enjoying himself. Damn, he’s sensitive nearly everywhere. Wonder if that’s because it’s me doin’ this to him, because he’s so inexperienced, or a combination of both.

I only do that for a little bit longer before coating my fingers in more of the stuff and sliding them into him while nipping at him some more. Just love the way his skin looks when there are nice, red bite marks all over it.

I slick two fingers up and push them into him, groaning because I’d almost forgotten how hot and tight his body is. We kiss again and I feel him squeeze around my fingers before I brush them against his prostate, smirking through it at the way he squirms around underneath me. He still tastes like mint. It’s probably his toothpaste.

After adding a third finger, I move them faster, still groaning because I remember how it feels to be this deep inside him with my cock and not just my fingers. Hyne, this is too good and I hope every time’s just as good and hot and intense as this one and the one earlier.

Squall yelps again and keeps rocking against me, his back arched nicely while he grabs the sheets in his fists.

Won’t make him beg this time because I can’t keep myself patient much longer and I know he’s too out of it to speak. I tug my fingers out, barely coat my erection with more of the citrus-flavored lube, and thrust into him without earning.

His eyes roll back a little while I groan; feeling his body spasm around me several times until it’s more used to being filled so completely. I could die now and I’d be happy because I died while fucking Squall. Pale arms reach up and wrap around my shoulders, his back arching up to bring us even closer. Never thought it could be so damned good to feel skin against skin and hear his breathing, loud and hot against my ear as I thrust hard and fast, over and over again.

Short nails dig into my back and I can hear him cry out when I hit his sweet spot again, my voice matching his now. Fuck, he’s just too hot and tight and good around me. Why in the hell didn’t I manage to do this sooner? Would’ve made relaxing before those tests a whole lot easier.

My breath comes in short little gasps and I can feel him squeezing himself even tighter around me like a pleasant vice grip. Since I couldn’t talk even if I wanted to, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lean back after pausing for a moment, letting him fall forward onto me while I kneel on the bed.

Squall just pants more and keeps rocking against me, cheek smooth against the skin of my shoulder where he’s resting it. I could bite him again, but I just continue thrusting up into his ass.

I’m losing myself in him, forgetting about whatever I was mad at earlier because the only important things are the feel of his ass around my cock, tight and hot and perfect, the sound of his fast breathing, his nails digging into my back, and how right it feels to have him like this in my arms. Don’t believe in fate or any shit like that, but if I did, I’d say this is how we were meant to be.

Closer, fuck I’m closer with every thrust and now I’m panting louder and squeezing his ass and back. My thighs burn from the awkwardness of this position, but I could fucking care less. And when I reach between our bodies to squeeze and stroke him, he yelps and comes almost instantly, clamping down around me as sticky warmth spurts onto both of us.

That’s all it takes to make me cry out and hit my own orgasm, almost seeing stars with the intensity of it, Squall’s body so good around me, milking out every bit I have to give.

We both fall back onto the sheets then, lying next to each other as we catch our breath. Blue-grey eyes look into mine and he actually smiles, a real smile that lights his eyes as well as his mouth.

“In case you couldn’t figure it out, Seifer, I kinda missed having you around,” he mumbles before resting his head against my shoulder and dozing off quickly.

I yawn and follow suit moments later.
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A/N: The muses love toying with me on this fic. I’d wanted it to be kinkier, but I’m sure the other things inside Squall’s drawer hint that there is more to come in that area. Darksquall figured out that the author my chapter titles are patterned after is A. A. Milne, best know for writing the Winnie the Pooh stories. So, I’m going to write her a smutty fic as a prize. Might actually do it today since the smut muses are running rampant in my mind.

Review responses:

Honey Nut Loop – Sorry it wasn’t “soon”, but at least it was an update, right?

Tsubasa no Koe – I can’t say how you’re supposed to be feeling about Seifer at this point, but being mad and yet feeling sorry for him is probably a good mix of things.

LadyCaos – Not love just yet. Lust, definitely. And I like that saying, it might become the motto for all of my angst writing.

Fishgirl – Feeling better for Seifer now that he got a little action?

tashabot – I’m not even too sure where this is going some days, but I’m glad you like it.