The Distance Between You and I

Disclaimer: All character of FFVIII belongs to the talented people of Square-Enix. But I’d be happy to take it off their hands if they insist!

AN: Okies! Hope everyone is enjoying this so far. Thanks for the reviews I think I was feeling a bit smutty when I wrote this, but hope you enjoy it anyway!

Chapter Warning: Lemon and cream!!!! It’s in the first section. Please avoid if you are offended!


The Distance Between You and I

Chapter 4


With Kiros and Ward waiting in a car nearby, Laguna ducked into a side alley and fished out his cell. He took a moment to recall the number before remembering the phonebook function, wondering how he could ever have lived without it. The call rang twice before a tired voice came through the line. He prayed to Hyne that nothing happened after he left the boy. After confirming that Squall was home, Laguna hung up and raced up the dirty staircase. The door was left unlocked for him.

“Squall?” He called, not wanting to intrude on a half naked boy. It was hard enough controlling himself when Squall had clothes on. He followed the muffled reply only to stop and star dumbly at the scene before him.

“See something you like?” The brunette stripped bare, sprawled on his back across the sheets. His alabaster skin was smooth and glowing with a thin film of sweat, wild chocolate hair brushing across his eyes which had turned dark with lust. His legs bent slightly at the knee to display the puckered ring, one hand fingered his twitching length and the other tucked behind his head. It wasn’t unusual when Laguna felt a rush of heat to his groin, beginning the inevitable erectile process.

“I can’t…” he fumbled through his head, saying no more to himself than anyone. He couldn’t do it again after knowing the truth, he just couldn’t hold Squall like a lover after seeing him bloody and broken. So many times he tried to take the boy away from this, but Squall refused to accept any offer, allowing only the sex between them. He knew why the brunette would sometimes beg to be fucked. It was the matter of choice, but the knowledge that he was merely a symbol made Laguna hate himself for taking the offered body.

Squall slid across the bed with the grace of a cat. Long fingers landing gently over the buckle of Laguna’s belt. Before the older man could draw himself away from the intoxicating sight, the hand had already found his thick flesh, stroking firmly from base to tip. He was lost in the sensation after so much restrain, only when the entire length of his cock was taken by wet heat, in one fell swoop, did he wake from the lusty haze.

“Stop.” He took the head bobbing around him gently and tried to pry the brunette away. “Please.” Begging when the boy wouldn’t comply.

The engorged thickness slid from between flushed lips, Squall stood on the bed and faced Laguna. “Last time..” he whispered, seductive and husky. “I promise.”

His last walls of defence crumbled at his feet. Laguna took the lips with his own, thrusting his tongue desperately into the wetness. He tasted the heady scent of himself, the sweetness of fresh rain and the bitter remnants of the red liquid. They kissed like mad, panting and moaning into each other, stealing the other’s breath only to have their own stolen a moment later. Squall was begging to be set free, and this was the only way he could.

He pulled the hair tie from Laguna, liking the way the long dark strands fanned out behind them. With needy fingers, he deftly slid off the suit jacket and shirt, while the older man kicked off his pants and shoes. Soon enough, their bodies tangled like grapevine, messy, overlapped and bound tightly. Laguna prepped the writhing body quickly, knowing Squall preferred it fast and rough. That was another thing the older man hated, knowing yet never trying to show the boy the wonders of gentle sex. While Squall thinks this was the only way to escape, the older man despised the fuck-for-pleasure mentality.

“Hurry…” the brunette whimpered breathlessly. “Just put it in.”

Laguna didn’t argue or prolong the stretching. Spitting into his palms, the long-haired man slicked up his thick erection as well as he could before giving a warning nudge to the reddened entrance. At the sound of more whimpering, he shut off the guilty little voice and pushed into the heat, burying himself with one hard drive. Squall gasped, sucking the cool air into his burning lungs, giving himself a moment to adjust. Before he was ready, his body pushed up, further impaling himself. Laguna dug his fingers into the slim hips and began plunging back and forth.

The slapping of bare skin; the wet squishing of a slick hole being pounded; and the breathy moans, pants, whimpers, groans echoed through the small apartment. Squall stroked his heated flesh trapped between their bodies, relishing the smell of Laguna and playing with the long strands of hair. He swatted away the large hand that wandered between them to take his length, unable to bare the touch of anyone’s hand except his own. He turned away from reality and shrank back into his own world, allowing himself to imagine a lover hovering gently over him, making love with long lazy thrusts; climaxing to words of endearment while accepting the searing heat into his own body. When an image of green eyes and short blonde hair replaced the faceless lover, Squall was jolted out of his head in time to feel Laguna peaking inside him and the breath of air calling his name silently. In the afterglow. Laguna slid himself gently out of the smaller body and pulled the brunette closer.

“Let me take you away.” He begged, shame washing through him now that the blood came back to his brain. “Live with me, when you turn eighteen then we’ll all live together. Ellone, you and me!” Squall said nothing and pulled away. He needed to shower and get ready for work. A sharp pain made him wince, reminding him of his delicate condition.

Half limping and half dragging his legs, Squall headed for the bathroom. “I need to go to work.” He called back without turning to see the hurt in Laguna’s eyes.

“I can easily support you. Just let me for Hyne’s sake!”

“No. He’ll turn on Ellone if I disappear. Reporting him would be useless.” He shut the bathroom door with a bang, clearly indicating the discussion over. Squall washed off the traces of sex easily from him skin. He couldn’t love Laguna, because the man was too much like a father for him. He had used the incestuous-like sex to cover up the insanity of the rapes that threatened to tear him apart. He probed at the raw entrance, to wash cum from his insides, purposely pushing harder than necessary. The sting hardened his face, replaced his mask and erected the wall around the weakness that craved for gentle touches. For Ellone, he told himself, every time he felt he was going to break.

***

It’s been almost a week since he first saw the brunette and began his obsession. Being unable to get away from Quistis and urgent work, even he isn’t too laid back to leave, Seifer hadn’t been able to find the opportunity to pay the brunette a visit. He had, however, been able to scope out the infamous Garden, frequented by inked and pierced youngsters clad mostly in leather that was a few sizes too small. He half conjectured how Zell managed to fit in, since the tattooed blonde would be considered lightweight if the crowd was anything to go by. The bouncer at the door eyed his attire conspicuously, until the blonde pulled out his wallet and stuffed a folded note through an awkward handshake.

Inside was dim, humid, packed with sweaty bodies slithering and gyrating to booming music, reminding Seifer of Zell’s ring tone. He looked around for the bar, spotting it up ahead and pushed his way through. Once seating himself on a stool, Seifer looked up at an oddly familiar face.

“Chicken?”

Zell snapped his head in attention to the nickname. The small blonde was wrapped in the same sort of black leather favoured by the patrons, the colour accentuating his tanned skin and added to the metallic glint of a silver band around his throat. Hair streaked with what must have been temporary black dye and face decorated with various fake piercing.

“What are you doing here?” the shorter blonde yelled over the music. In a similar tone, Seifer answered.

“Just thought I’ll check the place out!”

Zell indicated if the other blonde wanted a drink, a nod and a glass was slid across. While Zell turned back to work, green eyes began searching out for the face that’s been haunting his dreams.

A good hour and several glasses of whatever Zell served him later. The club without a brunette Squall was beginning to look fuzzy. He was half tempted to ask the tattooed blonde if Squall was even in tonight, but the younger man was more cluey than he looked. Another half an hour of nursing a single drink, his vision improved slightly and he spotted a dark mop of hair suddenly appearing behind the bar.

Squall Leonhart, in all his glory, was filling up the shelves with clean glassware. Few minutes later, the small brunette left the bar area carrying a full tray of used glasses. Seeing his chance, Seifer jumped off his stool and followed after the brunette. It reminded him of their first encounter, when he was also chasing after the man. Squall rounded a few tables carrying the load, his slender body was deceptively strong. With a hard kick, the door to the back was opened and he dumped the dirty glasses on the floor, waiting for the load in the washer to finish.

The brunette didn’t seem to notice as Seifer approached from behind, the younger man must have been lost in some deep thoughts. When Seifer tapped his shoulder lightly, the shorter boy suddenly swivelled around, fists barely missing Seifer’s head. He grabbed both hands and the brunette stared at him with what he thought was momentary fear. It was the same look he got that first time. A spark of emotion before it drowned behind grey clouds.

Squall jerked his hands from the harsh hold and backed away. Looking for an escape route and seeing none. Just his luck. The annoying, loathsome blonde must be following him. It left Squall with little in doubt of what the man wanted, it was made clear enough when the blonde kissed him. He really didn’t want to lose this job so soon after only working here for less than a week. Laguna would surely try and push for him to move in again. The blonde was smiling, charming and disarmingly. It made Squall more wry than usual.

“Must be fate that I find you here, Squally-boy.” Squall took a step back, edging closer to the wall while Seifer took a step forward, not meaning to let the prey escape a second time.

“What do you want.” He managed to hiss out after his death glares seemed to have no effect.

“You know what.” Seifer raised his arms, palms flat against the wall and effectively trapping the cagey brunette. “A single night of mind-boggling pleasure that I guarantee you’ll remember for the rest of your life.” In the split second Squall seemed to consider his offer, Seifer was overwhelmed with needy lust. Never before had he craved so much for a single person. The mere possibility that he just might get his way tonight was enough to send his cock twitching.

As it was, Squall was considering the offer. He’s gotten similar propositions before, but one glare and the other party usually backed off. However, the brute seemed thicker than the average population. Anyone could see his company was neither desired nor wanted. Still, he had to admit the man was persistent if nothing else, which means he probably wouldn’t shake him off with insults or the silent treatment. He wasn’t blinded by the self delusion that the blonde wanted him for anything more than a one night stand, and no matter what he’s been and still going through, Squall wasn’t inclined on being a notch on anyone’s bedpost.

Then again, being given the chance to choose whether or not he’ll sleep with the stranger was making him giddy. The freedom to choose, dictating the when and where of every touch, setting the boundaries and limits. It was a rare occasion for him, only with Laguna and then he’d have to deal with the pointless post-coital discussions on living arrangement. Besides, he’s seen the blonde with a different woman every time back in the old bar, he’s probably got a whole list of reasons as to why he can’t cuddle and stay the night. He was tempted, to say the very least.

“….fine.” The blonde broke into a triumphant grin, seemingly to have grown a few inches in a mere second, though that could just be the ego inflating the blonde’s head. Squall held back a sigh and pinched his leg, surely he wasn’t excitement about the prospect of having a cock up his ass.

But why is his heart beating so hard?

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Leonhart.” The blonde continued to give a few words of instructions on their fateful meeting. It was when he felt the overwhelming presence gone, did Squall realise he didn’t even know the blonde’s name.

TBC