What's Left Of Me

Author's Notes: Hullo. I'm lame. I have a lot of excuses why this hasn't been updated in forever, but I won't get into that . . .

Umm . . . LEMON. Because you won't be getting another one the next chapter. :D TREAT!

This chapter is NOT what I intended it to be. At all. This was supposed to be a phone sex scene, but after a fairly recent experience I had with sunburn, this went completely awry. LOL!

Two songs were the inspiration for this chapter.

Starstrukk - 3oh!3: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/3oh3/starstrukk.html

AND

Lovely - Breathe Carolina: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/breathecarolina/lovely.html

Reviews are welcome. Flames will be handed to my Snr. Asst. Mngr. at work so he can explode. :D

Enjoy!!!!

III

July 18th

Squall Leonheart was in pain, excruciating pain, and it took Irvine Kinneas every fiber of his being not to outright laugh.

"This isn't funny, Irvine!" Squall screeched in his office. However, Irvine only snickered louder.

"On the contrary, Commander, the color red looks absolutely devilish on you." Irvine was quite red himself, however not for the same reason. He reached his hand out and pat him on the shoulder.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!" Squall did all but literally fly away and slam himself onto the chair behind his desk. The reaction had the cowboy rolling on the floor in his own tears.

III

July 17th

It had been quite the surprise when Laguna Loire made an emergency trip to Balamb to discuss some sort of trade negotiation with the commander of Garden. What was more surprising is that was the last thing that Laguna wanted to talk about.

"Laguna, if you aren't here to talk business, just why exactly did you come?" asked the stony commander as he clicked away at a document on his laptop.

Laguna shrugged, scratching the back of his head nervously and answered in a whisper, "Do I need a reason to see my boyfriend?"

Granted, they had spoken on the phone and wrote the occasional letter, just as Squall has promised, but it had been the first time they'd seen one another face to face since that night. With a sigh, Squall stood and walked around the other side of the desk and leaned, holding his arms out to the older man, who took no time in gathering him up in his arms and holding him to chest.

"I missed this," Laguna admittedly into brunet locks.

Relaxing a little, Squall nuzzled into his neck, smiling, "Me too." He inhaled Laguna's familiar scent of holly that belonged solely to him, finding himself inching closer with every breath.

"I have work to finish." Squall suddenly stated and pulled away, managing to get only an arms length from the president, who had a peculiar grin on his face, and Squall, albeit not being around him too much, had a sick dropping feeling in his stomach. "What did you do?"

Laguna threw his hands up in the air in mock shock. "Nothing! Why would you accuse me of doing anything?"

Squall glared, "Because I know you. Now, tell me what you've gotten me into."

Laguna chewed on his bottom lips before grinning broadly. "I took the liberty of canceling all of your appointments and setting up a date with you!"

Squall's palm covered his face as he shook his head, anger boiling inside of him. This was unbelievable. "No, no no no! You can't do that!"

"On the contrary, Commander," Laguna was mocking him as he made his way around closer to the anger Balamb Lion, "I can. Even in your Garden, I outrank you." He slid an arm around his waist, pulling him back into a half embrace and looked down into fiery blue eyes. "And I don't just mean in politics," he added with a sultry tone.

Squall squirmed uncomfortably, though it wasn't from the anger, rather, because Laguna was being just so damn sexy. "Laguna! Not here!" he hissed.

Laguna chuckled. "Of course not. Someplace a bit more private then?"

The commander rolled his eyes. "Yes, it would be more preferable."

"I've an idea." Laguna started, and Squall's stomach flopped. Wonderful. "Get changed into some appropriate attire and I'll take you somewhere we can be alone. How does that sound?"

If Laguna hadn't sounded so desperate for the need of 'alone time', Squall probably would have laughed in his face and told him to get lost. However, the man was his ...boyfriend (the word sounded so weird to him), and he wanted to appease him.

"Fine," he said, throwing in the towel," what am I changing into?"

Like a school girl who had just been asked out by the cute boy in class, Laguna clapped his hands and jumped, yes, jumped, up and down. "We're going to the beach!" he sang! "Grab a swimsuit!"

Squall stared at him in disbelief. Surely this was a nightmare and he was going to wake up at any given moment. "..."

Laguna stopped prancing about and grabbed his hands. "Do you not have one because I can get you one! It's not a big deal and-"

"Yes! I have one!" Squall interrupted. He was sure he was going to regret this later in life. He left the room silently, leaving Laguna to continue frolicking down the halls as he followed him to his dormitory. Squall did all but put up a force field around himself to convince his students that this crazed man was not to be associated with him what-so-ever.

When he finally reached his room after what seemed like the longest walk of shame in his life he opened the door with the appropriate card key then turned to Laguna sharply. "Stay," he commanded before the automatic door slipped shut, leaving a stunned and maybe insulted president of Esthar on the other side to stare.

III

Laguna waited patiently for his lover to return. He leaned his back against the wall, arms folded over his chest loosely.

He was glad that Squall had decided to humor him and agree to this little thing he had wanted to do with him. After all, it had taken a little more than strategically coaxing Kiros to watch over the ancient city for a whole week while he made 'negotiations'.

The door to the dormitory clicked, followed by a high tech swoosh, revealing his lover donned in white swim trunks embroidered with a brown and blue Hawaiian floral pattern and a dark blue skin tight tank top to cover up his defined chest and stomach. Laguna had to bite back a moan at the sight.

Uncomfortable with the scrutiny and sporting a dusty blush Squall crossed his arms. "Are we going?"

III


Squall's forehead dropped to Laguna's shoulder with another heavy pant. He tried to remember how he ended up with his legs securely fastened around the older man's toned hips while his entrance was probed with an aching cock.

Laguna had waded him out into the water as soon as they had set their belongings on the dusty sand. They were far out enough that Squall felt comfortable wrapping his arms around his waist under the ocean blues and not feel like he was being watched.

He felt Laguna chuckle. "Are you that afraid of being judged?" A hand came up from the slight waves and brushed his cheek, and Squall tried not to shy away.

"You don't understand," Squall insisted, "I've been a recluse all this time. For people to see me so open with someone is something that's going to take a little bit of time for me to get used to."

Laguna sighed a bit heavily, but nodded. "I do understand, but it's so rare that we can see each other that I just wish you could put it behind you."

Squall offered him an apologetic smile. "I know, Laguna." He settled for braving it up to place an innocent kiss on the man's neck.

He was pulled in closer to the president's body then, lips descending on the shell of his ear. The contrast of the hot breath against the cooling chill of the water made the commander shiver.

"You're adorable when you blush, you know." Laguna's voice was purred like a needy kitten, only deepening said rosy tint on Squall's features.

"Shut up," the boy mumbled into a strong chest, trying his best to hide is embarrassment. His hands, however, spoke volumes in comparison to his flushed cheeks as nails travelled up and down his lover's sides, every now and then accidently on purpose palming his swim trunks lower and lower. Laguna didn't notice, or if he did, he hadn't said anything as he continued to whisper sweet nothings in Squall's ear.

"I'd like to take you out on a proper date sometime," he admitted, "perhaps dinner, then a nice, innocent stroll in the city." A series of kisses were delicately placed along Squall's jaw line, and Squall's lips curled into a smile.

"I think that could be arranged somehow, though, with how often we don't see one another, I have a feeling the night isn't going to end as 'innocent' as you might intend it to."

Laguna smirked. "You're probably right about that. I just can't seem to keep my hands off your hot little body."

Squall growled when his cock twitched in delight. "Stop that!"

"Stop what?" Laguna acted coy.

"Stop saying things like that." By now, whether it had been subconscious or not Squall had managed to get Laguna's shorts around his thighs, taking the half hard member into his hand and tugging it enough to let his lover know he had had enough of the talk, and wanted to play a new kind of game, causing him to stifle a groan in Squall's neck.

Squall grinned. He was in control here, and he liked it. He craned his neck up and licked the skin underneath Laguna's ear. "Or maybe it's because I'm just a horny teenager that's completely smitten with the idea of an experienced, sexy, older man touching my body and screwing me senseless," he moaned.

"Squall...." Laguna was growling when his penis sprang to full attention. He bit down on his lover's shoulder to silence himself.

After the soft 'pop' of skin inflicted by Laguna's canines was a blur to the Balamb Commander. Flashes of heated kisses and wanton moaning enlightened him as he was penetrated, his hips being forced onto the invading organ. His nails left ravines in his lover's shoulders.

"And here I thought you were shy," Laguna teased as he let his younger lover adjust to the feeling of being filled. "But here you are, the Balamb Lion, sneaking off to a secluded little grotto where anyone can just happen by with your trunks on the rocks, head tossed back, and your hands splayed with want over an older man's naked body."

Had Squall actually heard what he had said, he might have considered ending the bout altogether, or at least moving it behind closed doors. As it were, he hadn't, too much focused on the throbbing member that was begging for release, both his own and the one inside him.

"Hyne, Laguna, move!" The water was beginning to chill his hot body, shivers coursing his exposed upper body and peaking his dusty pink nipples.

Like an answered prayer, he did, thrusting his hips to crush himself into the younger male, forcing a sinful moan from his swollen lips. Water splashed against the rocky hideaway with each passion-filled movement of the pair, the sound mimicking the course of pleasure that was rushing through one another's bodies.

Laguna's arms held tighter onto his prize as momentum quickened, the lapping waves doing nothing to help grip the slick body he was penetrating. One particular adjustment caused the tip of his erection to brush against that deep, tantalizing spot within his lover.

Squall bit his lip as he rode Laguna, wanting, no, needing, for him to hit it again. His muscles clenched around Laguna's cock, and he was sure then that this was made a sin for a reason, it felt impossibly good. No one should fit inside another so perfectly, like the missing piece of a puzzle where are the other pieces were gone.

Pulling himself closer to Laguna he came between them, hoping to convey some sort of message to him in releasing himself over his abdomen.

Laguna came wordlessly shortly after, burying his face in the nape of Squall's neck and removing his softening member.

The sun was setting into the waters of Balamb, time escaping them altogether as they watched it in silence as it dissipated into it's liquid sanctuary, alluring out the moonlight and the stars that followed.

"It's late." Laguna stated, his soft voice cutting through the magical scene.

Squall agreed, "Yeah."

"We should be getting back."

Squall nodded, turning head from Laguna to retrieve his trunks. Fingertips delicately grabbed his chin, insisting his eyes to melt into cool, glimmering jade eyes. Their eyes closed, nothing but the sound of the fresh night air and cool waves to interrupt them, and they kissed, sweetly and innocently, for the first time. It sent sparking shivers through Squall's lips, and he smiled into it.

As quickly as the lips came, they went, and they were smiling back at him.

"I could get used to this," Squall admitted.

Laguna hugged him close. "The feeling is mutual."

III

July 25th

Squall rolled his eyes as the phone rang again. Honestly, he hated all forms of communication. Nothing but e-mails, phone calls, interruptions from his SeeDs, it never ended. So when Squall picked up the phone a little more than angry, Laguna was a little taken aback.

"Um, hi?" he replied to the slightly nasty, "What do you want now?"

Squall sighed deeply. He didn't have time for Laguna right now, not with all of the paperwork and bothersome distractions that presented themselves to him today. "Hi, Laguna."

"You sound tense."

"Really?" Squall asked, sarcasm dripping from his tone of voice, "I hadn't noticed." He could feel his lover recoil on the other end from the bitterness and mentally kicked himself. "I'm sorry. How are you?"

Laguna seemed to have sympathy for him. After all, he did run his own country. How he did it was beyond him, but somewhere in the back of Squall's mind, he highly doubted Laguna did much of the work anyway. "Sounds like I called at just the right time." he said, and Squall could hear the apprehensiveness over the receiver. "How would you like to go away with me for a weekend?"

"Laguna, I saw you just a week ago. Surely, you can't be taking that much time off?"

"Yeah..." He caught the disappointment in the older man and took another deep sigh.

"But," Squall toyed with out to say it in his head before speaking, "I miss you."

Laguna's smile practically radiated through the phone. "Then you'll come with me?" Even though Laguna never got a verbal answer, he knew that the answer was yes before Squall hung up the phone.