Absolution I: Forsaken

Disclaimer: Seifer and Squall belong to Square Enix, I’m just having my very wicked way with them in this chapter because everyone’s meanest to the characters they love the best. I don’t get anything from this other than some happiness knowing that people are reading it and (I assume) enjoying it.

WARNINGS: This fic is finally getting graphic with some (essentially plotless) kinky lemony goodness. If yaoi, bondage, bloodplay, or all of the above combined into one fic disgusts you, then don’t read. And this is written from a different POV and in a different tone because it’s not real, it’s a dream.

I didn't want to fuck you baby
I didn't want to fuck you
I didn't want to fuck you
But you're pretty when you're mine
~ Vast- Pretty When You Cry
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Squall lies there on the bed, pale body totally naked and spread out for Seifer’s intent gaze, which sweeps over scarred forehead, messy hair, closed eyes, defined muscles, currently taut with tension, and finally resting on the ropes.

Yes, the ropes. One smooth, white length of rope ties each wrist and each ankle to a bedpost securely enough so that the Commander can’t escape even if he struggles, but yet not so tight that they’ll cut off blood flow to the hands or feet. He’s completely naked, bound, helpless, and the best-looking thing in the world - in Seifer’s mind that is.

Hyne, you're beautiful when you're tied up like that.

He strolls over to the bed, runs one warm hand down across slightly cool flesh, and smirks at the resulting shiver, Squall’s back slightly arching up off the bed because he hadn’t been expecting a light touch like that. Seifer sits on the bed and continues to touch everywhere, his gunblade-callused hands exploring the brunet’s body, seeing what places seem the most sensitive and what places get no reaction at all.

Those fingertips brush across one nipple and Squall reacts instantly, biting his lip so as not to make a sound and he lifts up a little, wanting more of that because it feels good. Intent on teasing him mercilessly for as long as physically possible, Seifer obliges by lowering his mouth, tongue swirling around the pale pink nub of flesh that stiffens under the stimulation. Another body part is also stiffening, making him know that, despite whatever complaints may come from the tied-up young man, Squall really is getting into this.

Seifer switches over to licking and biting at the other nipple, inwardly chuckling as he hears a small whimper once teeth are added to the foreplay. As a test, he moves his tanned body upwards and nibbles at the hollow of his throat, managing to produce a louder noise as well as something that was almost an actual word escaping Squall’s lips. The blond mentally notes that pain seems to be enjoyed and smirks even more as he thinks about his nice, new pocketknife waiting to be tried.

You're a masochist, Leonheart. Who would’ve guessed? Time to have some real fun.

He bites and sucks on both nipples again, switching sides occasionally, determined to hear more of those moans, whimpers, and drawn in breaths that accompany every meeting of teeth against flesh and feels the growing hardness against his stomach as proof that the pain and pleasure are really mixing together in Squall’s mind. Moving downwards, Seifer nips the sensitive area just below his stomach and chuckles at the muffled yelp he hears.

Seifer slides all the way down to the foot of the bed and kisses Squall’s calves, then kisses and licks a path up the inside of one until he reaches his inner thigh. There, he bites gently and is rewarded by the sound of a groan that’s obviously being muffled to hide how loud it’s supposed to be. More biting and sucking at the same area leaves a mark that will be visible days after this little encounter ends. He’s marking Squall as his, but that’s just the beginning.

Blue-gray eyes open once the activity pauses and they just look at each other for a silent moment, neither needing to say anything because they can read each other too well. Squall knows he’s going to end up hurting from everything that goes on, but he could care less. And Seifer knows that, at least for the moment, he has his rival’s trust not to strangle him or slit his throat. Not that he’d ever think of doing it anyway, but the trust is still there.

Blood looks good against your creamy, white skin, I’ve seen it once before. I want to see more of how that looks, hear every little sound you make as you feel my knife against your skin, feel your blood running down your body. Will it make you harder, Leonhart, like the very thought of it is doing to me?

One pocketknife, fairly sharp and recently cleaned in case an opportunity like this ever came up, emerges from a black pants pocket, gets opened up, and is set on a nightstand next to the bed.

Seifer looks down, eyes still meeting Squall’s for just a moment longer, and he begins to undress, lifting his shirt over his head slowly so that tanned flesh reveals itself inch by inch before the white tee gets tossed off to the side and his hands slide down, easily undoing pants clasp and zipper. Both pants and boxers are removed in the same fluid motion and now they’re both completely naked and looking each other over again.

Still silent, the former knight picks up the knife again and tests its edge on his thumb. Sharp, but not to the point where a little pressure will cause a deep cut and a lot of bleeding. This is about seeing blood, causing pain, and hearing reactions, not inflicting severe injury. He straddles slender, pale hips and smirks down at Squall, who looks just a little afraid for a moment, but the fear fades as he remembers that, for the moment, he trusts Seifer.

I’m not going to hurt you more than you can take, pretty boy Commander. Lying there all tied up and naked and hot, what am I supposed to do, just fuck you into the mattress? Don’t think so.

The tip of the knife rests against Squall’s breastbone, not digging into the skin as it gets pulled downward, leaving a red trail to mark its path, but still not drawing blood – yet. Every muscle in the tied up teen’s body is on edge, anticipating just where that knife is going to go and how much it’s going to hurt. Seifer can tell that’s what's on his mind just by gazing into those eyes that used to be nearly expressionless. Times have changed and people have too, some for better and some for worse.

Without any real word of warning, Seifer moves the knife to the side of his chest, a couple of inches below one erect nipple, and quickly cuts downward, making a small, shallow wound that bleeds nicely, the blood running down across his abs aided by an arching back. All that had done was cause a startled gasp followed by a low whimper as Squall looks at himself and sees just what was done.

I’m just getting started, too. Gonna see more of that blood against your skin, maybe some trickling down onto these nice red sheets. They’re red to hide the bloodstains better…Hyne, you’re so fucking hot I wish I could just keep you like this forever.

Next, the tip of the blade, now slightly damp with blood from the last cut, again rests against Squall’s breastbone but this time Seifer presses down a little as he pulls his arm down and makes another shallow cut that’s several inches long and bleeds just as freely. And this time the reaction is greater, the brunet squirming around a little bit and moaning because he feels a hand ghosting against his cock, hinting at what might happen once this playing around is all done with and enough blood ruins the smooth white purity of his skin.

Warm blood against cool skin looks good and Seifer openly stares at Squall for a moment, groaning and getting even harder from the continued little noises he hears and the squirming that continues because the Commander wants relief now, not whenever his rival feels like giving it to him. “Stop moving or I might end up hurting you more than I mean to,” he says quietly, the first words spoken out loud during this encounter.

“You’d probably enjoy that, seeing as you’re getting your kicks from making me bleed,” Squall replies almost teasingly instead of as harsh as he knows those words could have sounded.

“Just because I like seeing you bleed doesn’t mean I want you to pass out from blood loss on me, Leonhart. Now stop squirming around.” The tip of the knife lightly digging into the flesh of Squall’s lower stomach punctuates those words. All movement instantly stops. Seifer can hear the slow intake of breath and see stomach muscles quivering in tension and anticipation of what they both know is going to happen. The only question is when the cut will be made.

Due to the sensitivity of the area, the blond is careful when he draws the knife across the skin, not making this cut long or deep at all, just enough to make blood trickle down from it and end up in the dark curls where Squall’s thighs meet. Despite the gentleness, or maybe because of it, the whimper coming from the brunette’s throat is more trembling than before.

Nice to hear that I’m getting to you. Got one more cut to make and then I’m still gonna be rough with you because you’re not glass. You need this, don’t you? Need me to push you to the edge and see just how much you can take before saying you’ve had enough.

He again slides himself down and ghosts his hand across Squall’s cock, smirking as their eyes meet and the unspoken words in those blue-grey orbs are obvious. “Just get it over with….” But they both know who the one with control is and that everything will be done when Seifer wants it to be done, not a moment before. The blood-slick blade moves down as well, resting against the inner thigh that’s not currently marked, and stormy eyes blink several times, nervous because of how sensitive the area is and how much he knows this one will bleed.

Without saying anything, Seifer proves that, although he’s sadistic, he knows what limits not to cross and barely scrapes the skin with his blade, enough to scratch and cause pain, but no real blood to speak of before he finally moves the knife away, sets it on the nightstand, and leans in for a bruising kiss. Lips meet roughly and part after a moment, letting two tongues brush against each other and get a taste of what the other’s mouth is like.

He sinks his teeth into Squall’s lower lip and mentally chuckles at the resulting yelp as he tastes the metallic tang of blood from his actions. Neither of them would say anything right now even if their mouths weren’t otherwise occupied exploring and tasting each other, Seifer sucks on his rival’s tongue a couple of times just to hear the groan that starts low in the brunet’s throat and reminds him just how hard he is and how much he wants to bury himself in that tight ass.

The drawer of the nightstand gets pulled open, a tube of lube pulled out, and the kiss breaks while the taller teen pulls back, coats two of his fingers liberally, moves then down to Squall’s entrance, waits for some of the obvious tension to go away, and slides them in none too gently. Blue-grey eyes open wide and then fall shut again as his back arches and he whimpers loudly, almost pressing his hips down against the fingers.

You want more, Squally? Wait and you’ll get it; I love driving you absolutely nuts.

Seifer’s fingers move in all the way before he begins scissoring them roughly, just stretching out Squall’s body as he hears him moan and sees him squirm around despite the restraints, almost wishing the brunet could move right now. A third slick digit gets added after a while and he curves them all inside of him, finding his sweet spot and making him moan even louder.

A few more moments of stretching and preparation is all both of them can handle, too aroused and on edge to be able to last long once the sex really begins and they know it. Seifer tugs his fingers out wordlessly, coats his own cock with a decent amount of the lube, moves to get himself in a better position, and slides in with one easy motion.

Squall’s mouth falls open silently and his chest heaves, whimpering at the feeling of being so completely filled and Seifer just groans lowly as he leans down, props himself above the smaller teen, and begins thrusting into him steadily, every motion hitting the same spot determined to try and get some louder reaction than these muffled moans and whimpers and yelps. He's only partially successful, but that's not too important anymore.

Blood sticks to his body as he stays leaning over him, but the warm wetness makes him think of something else that will be coating his stomach before too long and their eyes meet one last time, both close to the edge but not willing to go over it just yet. Seifer wraps his hand around Squall's cock and strokes him in time with his thrusts, knowing that the extra stimulation will be enough to break his resolve and push him to climax.

Hyne, this feels so good, so tight, so damned perfect and you know it Squall. You know this is what we’ve both wanted all along although you’ll deny it once it’s over. Keep on moving into you harder and faster but you don’t scream until the moment after I do, feeling my body tense and my release fill you at the same time as you hit the same peak as me, blood and semen mixing on our chests and you whimper my name a few times while everything begins swirling together around me and I seem confused, then laugh harshly. Talk about a good dream.
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A/N: This fic is now officially dedicated to Lion for turning me on (so to speak) to the idea of Seifer, Squall, and kinkiness and to rhapsodisiac for making me fond enough of the former knight to write as him. Neither of them read much these days, but oh well. And this chapter might not seem to have a point aside from being an excuse for me to write smut, but it does. I swear.

Review responses:

tashabot- Took me a little longer than I wanted, but I got more done. Hope you enjoyed both chapters.

hopemia- I’ll take “interesting” as a compliment and I know not everyone gets into this fic right away.

skiefury- Thank you very much for the praise. My self-esteem’s kinda at a low point right now and I like knowing that someone out there thinks I’m making this seem real and believable.

Chandraken- We’re cruelest to the characters we love the most…guess that means I’ve really got a thing for Seifer because things for him are gonna get even worse before they get better.