Fatality I: Teasing

Disclaimer: Nope, they still aren’t mine and they never will be- as if I really needed to say that by now. The plot, however, is mine.

A/N: While immersed in the torture of the site being down due to hardware failure on the server (as was revealed to those of us in the Yahoo group), my muses came back and I now have a plot for the rest of the fic ^_^. It’s gonna be 12 chapters, which means I’ve got a LOT of writing ahead of me and some bits are gonna be hard to write, so bear with me all you people who have been reading and not reviewing. :P Also, the lemon in this chapter is rough and almost NC, so don’t read if that type of thing bothers you.
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Note to self: Must not let Squall’s hands near my hips until the bruises on them fade. I was sore as it is, but his additional gripping last night just adds to the fact that I’ll be wearing loose pants for the next few days as opposed to my typical tight ones. Not that I’m complaining about what we’ve been doing the past couple of nights…in fact, they’ve been two of the best nights I’ve had in a long time.

Right now, he’s sleeping on me, his head on my chest, hair tickling me only a little and one of his hands is brushing against my side. I have the suspicion that once he wakes up he’ll mentally insult himself for being so close to me, but for the moment, I’ll be content to let him lie here. His words last night almost hurt, yet I shouldn’t have expected anything else. He doesn’t want the complication of a relationship, but something inside me tells he’s just as unsure about this whole arrangement as I am. Maybe he’s denying that he wants more than sex, or maybe I’ve just got my hopes too damn high.

I stretch my arms up over my head and bang them against the wall, resulting in me laughing at myself quietly as I feel Squall begin to move. It’s the weekend and hopefully he won’t just take off, but again that’s me being optimistic. Everyone knows what a workaholic he is and I’d be willing to wager that the second he wakes up fully, he’ll get himself dressed and leave to go to that office he voluntarily shuts himself in for at least eight hours a day. For someone who claims to hate his position as commander, he sure puts a lot of time and effort into it.

A short while later, I feel him moving again, rolling off of me, and his muscular arms stretch up as his back arches just a little and he yawns loudly, letting me know that he’s waking up and telling my mind that I better savor his closeness while it lasts.

“What time is it, Irvine?”

I have to look over at my clock before I can answer because I didn’t pay any attention to it earlier. “It’s just about 10 o’clock. Why you wondering?”

By the way he rolls off to the side and falls out of my bed, I can tell it’s late for him, even on a weekend morning. While he searches the floor for his clothing, I enjoy the view of his back and ass, remembering how nice it felt to run my hands over him last night and how great his mouth felt, although his lack of experience was pretty evident. Squall finishes grabbing his things and walks into the shower, leaving me out here, knowing that he’s going to work as soon as he cleans himself up.

I don’t want to be around when he finishes or else I might find myself saying something incredibly stupid, so I just get myself dressed, pull my hair back like usual, and walk out the door, only to run into someone. What a great way to start off my day, by running into someone while I leave my room. Looking down, it doesn’t take long to recognize the man standing before me.

“What on earth is the President of Esthar doing walking around the dorms on a weekend morning? I’d think you’d be waiting for whoever it is you need to talk to,” I tell him while chuckling, having an idea of who he’s come in search of right now.

“I’d be waiting for my son in his room, but it’s locked and I don’t believe he’s in it or else he would have answered my knocks. By any chance do you know where he is, Irvine?”

I’m sure that I turn a million shades of red as soon as he finishes speaking, knowing very well where he is, and what he’s doing right now. He’s in my room, showering to clean himself off because of our activities last night. That reminds me- I need to take a shower later today, after he’s long gone and nothing remains of him except my memories of him.

“Umm, uh, Squall’s taking a shower in my room right now. I’m sure he won’t be long, if you really need to talk to him Laguna.” Well, if he didn’t already know what there was between us, he sure as hell knows now.

“Nah, I’ve got all day to talk to him… how about I talk to you for a while? There are a few things you might want to know about Squall that I’d be more than glad to tell you about if you plan on keeping this physical thing going on for a while,” he replies, confirming what Selphie told me about him being the one seen and heard talking to our typically quiet commander.

That catches my interest, so I just nod my head and walk with him out of the dorms and towards the Quad, where everyone goes when they’ve got time to kill and/or a conversation to carry out. I wave at Quistis once we pass her on our way and she smiles slightly, looking like there’s a lot going on in her head right about now. I sure hope it’s nothing bad…she doesn’t need more stress right now, none of us do and that’s why I agreed to Squall’s le are arrangement last night.

“So, Laguna, what do you think I need to know that I can’t figure out for myself?”

He chuckle then and pushes some hair back from his face, almost blushing and making me very curious tow wow what exactly he’s going to be telling me.

“Go easy on him, all right? He’s not as experienced as you are. You and I are the only people he’s ever slept with…and before you ask, yes you heard that correctly. One night in Deling City, Squall and I got drunk and did something we’d never do sober.”

My jaw drops, not at hearing about his lack of experience, because I’d determined that for myself, but at the image that pops into my head upon hearing that he and Laguna had slept together. Trust me, the pictures are going to be there until I make a beraberate effort to remove them once this conversation is finished.

“I hadn’t planned on doing anything off the wall, you know. My own interests are fairly typical, nothing I think he’d be uncomfortable with.” Unless you count the fact that I want to be more than just physical with him. I doubt he’ll take it well if I ever choose to tell him about my feelings. “Do you think he’s really serious about making this just about the sex and nothing else?”

“It’s Squall we’re talking about here. He’s serious about everything he says, and right now, I don’t think he’d even be up for seeing Rinoa again if she asked. There’s too much he needs to sort out inside his head- stuff he hasn’t even told me. Oh, and just a little bonus fact for you…the night we were together, he said your name, if you catch my drift. He’s wanted you for a long time.”

Part of me wants to ask him if he was the one who tthe the pictures, but I just sit there silently, feeling bit bit of hope I’d had within me slip away. I’d hoped too much that the physical thing was just a front, but Laguna’s s ars are the slap to reality I needed. Who was I kidding to think that maybe Squall would be hiding the fact that he cares about me? I can feel green eyes staring at me, guessing what’s going on behind my stunned expression, but for a while he doesn’t say anything.

His hand then rests on my shoulder, bringing my mind back to the real world. “I just ruined your day, I think. Sorry, but I could be wrong. Maybe what he’s not telling me is that he actually has feelings for someone again…but there’s no way to be sure of what’s going on inside that mind of his. Just don’t tell him right now. Give it some time and maybe it’ll be enough for him to be comfortable enough with you to open up more.”

I merely nod while my head hangs down and I feel him leaving, my mind gradually telling me what it wants to do right now. Last night, I’d learned what Sl tal tasted like, but today I want to know what it feels like to be inside him, to hear him moan and lose that carefully maintained restraint of his. My next destination will be his third floor office after I make a stop to get some food in the Cafeteria.

Much to my surprise, I see Rinoa eating while talking to Selphie. I could have sworn she was supposed to be staying in Timber for a while to clear things up as the town’s new mayor, but maybe things changed before I could be informed of them. I’m not exactly high on Garden’s gossip tree, after all. I sure hope Squall doesn’t know she’s here or else his mood is going to be really bad. The circumstances of their breakup are unknown to me, but I’ve got the feeling it wasn’t pretty or else I’d have seen her a bit more often.

I stay off in the distance and listen to a couple of Trepies rattle on about how great Quistis is, but I can only handle so much of it before I stup aup and head towards the elevator, intent on catching Squall off guard because I know for a fact that he’s not going to be having any meetings on the weekend. He’s most likely reading reports of the missions various other SeeDs have been going out on while hoping that he gets to go off on one sometime in the near future.

My guess is right, but I don’t stay there looking him over for long. Instead, I walk in, make my way to his chair, pull him to his feet, and kiss him. For a moment, he’s too stunned to react, but gives in and parts his lips, letting myself get a very good taste of his mouth before pulling back and grinning while my hands rest on his hips.

“I think you know what I want to do to you, Squall. Tasting you last night was great, but I still haven’t done what I’ve wanted for a very long time. I haven’t fucked you yet.”

His slightly shocked expression only momentarily changes when I grope him through his leather pants, my mind telling me that he’s very capable of sending me sprawling across the floor if he doesn’t want this as much as I do. Or maybe it’s the location that bothers him…but I’m not going to ask until I’ve finished. Smirking slightly as I look at him, I rest one hand on his hip, turn him over, and lightly push him down to the desk, sending papers flying all over the floor while he gasps lowly and I hear him saying something that sounds like, “Lotion…bottom left drawer.”

One hand works to undo the fly of his pants and pull them down to his knees while my other digs through the aforementioned drawer until I find what he mentioned- a mostly empty bottle of hand lotion. After leaning down and kissing the back of his neck once, I coat two fingers and slide them into him, noting that he’s moved his legs apart slightly to make this easier for the both of us. He gasps again when I scissor my fingers quickly and add a third finger, just wanting to get him as prepared as he needs to be before I begin riding him.

Before too long, I feel him relaxing against my fingers, so I pull them out, undo my own pants, pull my throbbing cock out, and use the little lotion remaining to coat it as well as I can before positioning myself. The functioning part of my brain hears him saying, “Slow down, Irvine, let me relax a little first,” but the words go ignored as I enter him, a little faster than I usually would if I’d been thinking instead of acting on pure lust and the desire to hear and feel him lose control underneath me.

He lets out another surprised gasp and I can feel just how tense he is around me, so I stay there long enough to feel him relaxing, then begin thrusting fairly quickly while my hands hold his hips, my eyes close, and my head falls back, unsure if the moans I’m hearing are mine or his. My pace doesn’t slow down at all while I continue, hearing two sets of pleased sounds now and I can tell that his initial reluctance has worn off and he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

Thrusting myself deeper into him as well as harder than before, I hear a suddenly louder moan and know that I’ve hit the right spot to achieve my goal, so I change the position of my hips and thus my angle, making sure that I feel that loud moan every time now. He was using both of his arms to prop up his head and chest, but is now using only one and I bet I can guess what the other hand is doing judging by the way he keeps moaning even when I’m pulling back and preparing for another thrust. Normally, I wouldn’t mind him pleasing himself, but I want to be the only one doing anything, so I bat his hand away from his erection and just keep pounding away, feeling a little sweat rolling down my face as I hold my orgasm back until after I feel him tighten around me and know that he’s finished.

I don’t have to wait much longer either because I soon hear him groan something that sounds like my name whiis ais already-tight passage grows even tighter around my still-thrusting cock. Oddly, my own release doesn’t soon follow, but I don’t really care because feeling him around me and hearing that he’s still making sounds of pleasure even though his release has already happened. Gripping his hips tighter than I was before, hopefully leaving my own marks on him, I move in and out as fast and as hard as I can before feeling myself grow closer to that end my body both wants and needs.

Wordlessly, but with a strange noise in my throat, I finally get there and feel myself spurting up into him, making a few more lighter thrusts to make sure I’ve totally finished. My eyes open and I look down at him, wondering what the look on his face is right now, if it’spleapleased as the smile on mine.

The sound of door hinges makes us both look up at the same time and I hear him mutter, “Oh shit”, at the same time my own mind forms the same words. Rinoa’s standing in the doorway, looking at us with what can best be described as a look of pure disgust, mixed in with no small amount of pain, on her face. Neither of us say anything as I pull myself out and fix my pants, looking down and watching as Squall does much the same thing, only he looks at me, eyes plainly telling me, “This is all your fault.”

I want to kiss him again, to run my hand down his cheek or something, but his sudden cold demeanor does more to push me back than the hardest slap to my face could ever do. Settling for brushing my hand across his ass on last time, I make my way out, smiling on the outside because I’d gotten what I wanted, but inwardly feeling just as torn as I had earlier. Fucking him like that hadn’t shown to me that all I wanted was ass ass like I’d hoped it would.
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