Convergence [2]: Blood Roses

~ 6 ~

Pressure fell onto Seifer's arm and half of his chest, jostling him from sleep. For a moment he didn't know where he was, then swiftly relaxed when a number of arousing memories came back to him. Z's d's dead weight was suffocating, though, his chest hot and damp from spending time close to another, and it was for this reason Seifer wasn't a cuddler. He needed air when he slept, not only in his lungs but all around him.

He glanced past the shadow of Squall's head to check the time. It was only a few minutes past five. Struck with confusing urgency, it took him a few seconds more to remember where the feeling came from-- they were leaving at seven for Timber. Damn, he'd forgotten all about it; he wondered if Squall even remembered to set his alarm. After quick contemplation, he decided it would be best to just get up and into the shower.

He tried to pull away carefully from under Zell but grogginess overrode his attempt at gentleness. The other blond stirred, an arm carrying up to fall over Seifer's stomach as he let out a little whine. "Well hello," Seifer whispered, tilting his head up.

Zell took on obvious tension at hearing the wrong person speak from above him. "Mff, sorry..." He pushed up, and Seifer was about to guide him back over when a groan fluttered to their ears, freezing them both. Seifer peered over, squinting in the red light from the clock, and smiled when one of Squall's hands just barely brushed his arm. Zell flipped back over at the next incoherent mumble, saucered eyes finding Squall's arm flung out between them in his absence.

"Shh," Seifer warned into Zell's ear, placing a hand on his shoulder to keep him from jumping back into Squall's arms like the gesture probably had him wanting to. Those sounds were more than just disgruntled sighs of lonliness-- Squall was dreaming, and about something pretty hot, by his judgement. A moan confirmed it.

"Shit..." Zell whispered, lungs strained, "He's--"

"Quiet." Seifer slid his hand from Zell's shoulder, down his arm, careful to disturb the blankets as little as possible. Half of Seifer's conscience wanted to maim the other in retaliation for what he was about to do-- wondering just what could be in Squall's mind was getting him hard already-- but he pressed on. He and Squall would leave Zell all alone in less than two hours. After what Zell had figured out just recently, this was all he could do to keep him from being crushed. As far as he was concerned he still owed Zell a favour anyway.

He took hold of the back of Zell's hand and leaned against him to guide his palm forward along the mattress. Too curious to risk disturbing a thing, Zell bit back every question he wanted to ask.

Bingo. Squall *was* hard-- Seifer's knuckles bumped into him before even touching any other part of his body. He silently congratulated himself for his impeccable judgement of the distance and lifted Zell's hand to wrap it around Squall's sex with his own, smiling again as Zell let out a quiet, thankful purr. Zell's fingers flexed beneath his before he began guiding him through long strokes as if teaching him how, the slow caress drawing more sound from behind Squall's shut lips. He knew Zell could do just fine on his own, but there was something incredibly erotic about giving Squall pleasure so directly through another.

Zell didn't mind having his hand caught beneath Seifer's, since he probably wouldn't have had the guts not to wake Squall up before he started groping him if he were on is own. He was sure it was wrong ofm onm on some level to do this without Squall's permission, when he was so vulnerable. This was different from tying him up-- he couldn't even maintain some dignity if he wanted to by voicing a 'no' that he didn't mean. They were taking complete advantage of him, controlling his very thought processes, and Zell was surprised by how much the idea turned him on. Maybe Seifer was rubbing off on him, just a little.

Seifer pulled his hand away when Squall's hips began a gentle rhythm. If he waited any longer he wouldn't be able to leave, so he rolled and dropped his feet to the floor, toes brushing against something cold and small. He picked up his treasure and stretched around to press the tube into Zell's unoccupied palm. "Have fun." He stood, feet spread below the erection that had grown against his will. "Light?" he asked in an afterthought as made his way to the door.

"Okay." Zell placed the gift behind his back, already shifting closer to Squall's begging body language as he continued the caress of his hand. He was ready -- rather anxious, actually-- to have Squall awake now. The light came on at that low setting from before. Zell's insides melted into a shiver when it revealed all of Squall's aroused, sleepy splendor; the way his cheek half-hid itself in his pillow, so soft and touchable; how strestress Zell was causing knitted his eyebrows together; how any walls he could put up, even the unintentional ones, had completely dissolved.

The peace only lasted a few seconds. Squall drew in a deep breath in his confusion, as he found that although his dream was gradually falling to the back of his mind-- enough to tell him he had been drea-- t-- the pleasure it held remained as strong as ever. His eyes drifted open to find Zell leaning close, greeting him with a breathy "Hey," and he was overcome with relief at not having awoken alone. He closed his eyes again and groaned, for the first time as far as he knew, and let his hips continue their flexing in synch.

"I could get used to how you wake me up," he mumbled, recieving a kiss in response that was much like the one he'd been awoken with a few hours ago, Zell's free hand at the nape of his neck. He returned the touch by holding Zell's face with both of his, moving closer until Zell had to let go of his sex, pressing their lips hard together to draw in more of the blond's tongue. Zell's breath shuddered so Squall backed up to give him air, needing some himself. "Want you..." he said against Zell's chin, already guiding him onto his back.

Zell could do nothing but purr and completely give in to the declaration that made him fly. Squall climbed over him, making the blanket fall to their waists as he continued their kiss, getting ever hungrier for the hot muscle that filled his mouth when logic expected him to be sated by it. It was just plain good to have Zell kissing him like this, still gentle and affectionate, so different from how Seifer liked to selfishly ravage him. He heard the rush and splash of water against porcelain filter from the bathroom, explaining where Seifer had gone. Zell disappointed him a moment later by taking his tongue back to form words, "We don't gotta rush, remember..."

Squall glanced at the clock, remembering the day's to-do list. "Couple hours," he agreed before pushing Zell's chin to the side and diving for the tanned line of his throat.

Zell sucked in a deep breath beneath the slide of Squall's mouth. "Why...mmm... just a couple hours?"

"I thought Seifer would have told you," Squall replied, lifting his head, "We're leaving for Timber at seven to meet with Rinoa."

Zell squinted, shaking his head a little as he registered so much information. "He's cg wig with us?"

"She asked me to bring him," Squall corrected, "You're staying here."

Blond-rimmed eyes lost their squint to indignant surprise. "Like hell I'm stayin' here! I got the day off." Zell's fingers dug into Squall's sides of their own accord. "Timber's all fucked up now. It's dangerous, an--"

"Dangerous?" Squall raised his eyebrows in feigned insult. What was with Zell? There was nothing to worry about.

"Well... yeah, I mean... I know you can take care of yourself an' all that, but then what if somethin' happens..." Zell reached up to play with a lock of Squall's hair, "I don't want anything to... Shit, am I being stupid right now?"

"A little," Squall admitted, trying to sound reassuring in his honesty before returning his mouth to the tempting flesh below.

"Least... her and the guys are living through it..." Zell forced himself to dismiss, worry a difficult emotion to hold oas Sas Squall was really getting his tongue involved in what he was doing, "So it can't be that... bad then, r-right?"

A little pang took roo Squ Squall's chest at that, but he kept quiet. They had already wasted too much time in conversation. Zell's pulse jumped against his lips as he drew them downwards, looking forward to exploring parts of this body that he hadn't yet. How could he have ever pushed him away? He was the stupid one, he decided while drawing his hands slowly down his subject's sides.

His tongue met a nipple, making Zell arch up in response. Experimentally, he pinched the nub lightly with his teeth-- Zell flinched and, Hyne, he *whined,* the sound zinging right between Squall's thighs. He moved on before more of that reaction could keep him there, abdominal muscles twitching beneath him as Zell took in a very sharp breath, revealing that he was ticklish. How amusing. Continuing along the flat of his stomach, Squall came to his navel's half-moon and impulsively thrust the tip of his tongue into it, wetting the skin around it in a heated kiss. No doubt Zell liked this-- he sucked in his stomach but bucked his hips up, brushing a dot of wetness onto the underside of Squall's chin.

As much as Squall wanted to stay where he was, that was a reminder of Zell's need he couldn't ignore. He slid a hand from Zell's hip to draw it up his shaft, and recieved a startling "No..." for his trouble. Instead of prompting an explanation-- Zell had a habit of offering them whether one asked or not-- he responded by lapping up the liquid he had gathered. Zell whimpered and continued, "It's s'posed to be the... other way. I was gonna go down on *you* again..." His hands found their way to Squall's head in a betrayal of already-weak words, fingers burying themselves in silky locks.

Squall paused the widening circles he had been making with his tongue. "No," he stated before taking Zell a bit of the way into his mouth. It was his turn now. Since he was the only one around this time, he got ready to pay close attention to every reaction-- he would learn exactly what Zell liked and store it for future use. Although, there was a slight problem in this, as Zell seemed to thoroughly enjoy everything he did.

"B-but I *like* it," the blond countered, "I really..." He trailed off for a moment as Squall's head started slowly bobbing, then dragged his tongue back into motion, "... really *really* like it... I don' wanna just lay here..." An image flashed into his mind then, one that made his fingers twist Squall's hair around them in anticipation. "...nnnI got an idea."

Squall tipped his head up at that. "What?"

"Sixty-nine," Zell blurted, flushing at his own bluntness. He propped himself up on his elbows when he didn't get an answer right away, peering expectantly at Squall's thoughtful frown. "I've done it before, so..."

"With who?"

"Some chick, I dunno," Zell explained quickly, too ashamed to fully admit to his relatively slutty past in Squall's presence. "It'll be a bit different an' all, but we'll figure it out." As much as being with men of late made him seem a practical virgin, women tended to latch onto him, and sometimes (especially when they had pale eyes or coppery hair) he hadn't been able to find it in himself to turn them away. Now, though, the thought of accepting anyone else was rather repulsive, and he figured Squall-- having only been with Rinoa in the past-- would agree wiim. im.

"Skank."

"Hey!" Zell grinned in spite of himself, "Come on..." He should have been annoyed or at least a little hurt by that, but a tease from Squall (almost accompanied by a smile!) was too awesome not to get excited over.

Seriousness came back as if it had never left. "You don't really think I care, do you?"

"Um..."

Squall crept back up along the bed, intentionally brushing against Zell a few times on the way before directly meeting his gaze. "... Because I don't."

Woah, that was some crazy kinda intense look there. "'Kay," Zell whispered, shrinking back a little.

"So. You need to help me out now, since I'm about as experienced as a fourteen-year-old." Some people would have been embarassed to admit this, but Squall wasn't. It wasn't his fault. Rinoa was always so traditional, and he'd just been too busy to bother with intimate relationships after she left. None had come knocking before Zell and Seifer smashed his door into a state beyond repair.

"You want to?"

Squall shrugged. "Why not?"

"Booya!" Zell surged forward to give him a loud smacking kiss, using the way he startled him to his advantage-- he had Squall on his back in half a second. Something unexpecy coy cold jabbed into Squall's spine. He reached around pull Seifer's lubricant from beneath him and place it to the side. "Just suck on whatever I put in front of your face, 'kay? That's all you really gotta know."

Squall shuddered at the words, feeling them gather in his groin. "Alright."

"I can't believe I just said that..." Zell mumbled around a shy smile, taking the opportunity to hide as he turned around and crawled over Squall's chest. He shuffled his knees back until he was sure he was in the right place, and then-- "Uhnn..." His hands slid forward along the mattress as the heat of Squall's mouth enveloped a good portion of him at once. Emerging from a short struggle with his eyelids, Zell found the picture of pure *yum* weeping impatiently below him. He braced a forearm just past Squall's hipbone to grip the base and returned the kindness, the combined twitch in his mouth and vibrating moan from Squall threatening to undo him right there. He swallowed on his own sounds, afraid of the chain reaction that would set in motion and finish this long before either of them were ready for it.

The position had Squall frustrated already, though it might have been in a good way. Zell was in the place to easily fuck Squall's mouth if he wanted to-- he was already jerking down at a pace tough to up up with-- while the weight across Squall's hip kept him from doing anything near the same. Zell still wasn't taking him very far into his mouth, even as he pressed up against his arm, the refusal driving him into desperate territory. Squall would have to show him what he wanted. He took in a lot more himself and tightened the grip of his mouth as soon as he had the chance, spending much of his concentration on keeping control of his reflexes as Zell's tang began repeatedly smacking the back of his throat.

Zell got the message and cautiously eased his way down, but still refused to make any sounds, adding to Squall's frustration. He eased up the hand gripping the back of Zell's thigh, fingers creeping towards a heat already tightening in anticipatio he he approached. Zell moaned quite loudly as the pad of a single finger coaxed softly at his opening, then tore Squall from his mouth and hissed when he started to press inwards. "Nnn... you gotta fuck me," he fluttered, bottom lip pressed to Squall's shaft, "like... *rightnow.*"

Squall released him from his mouth in turn. No, he wouldn't do that, not yet at least. He was still sore from Seifer's earlier ministrations, and it was obvious Zell's hiss had meant he was tender as well. They had been pretty rough, and Zell was the one who'd taken the brunt of their combined efforts. He reached blindly over for Seifer's lubricant, deftly uncapping iteaseease out what was left and letting it dribble down two fingers while trying not to spill any. Zell stirred restlessly, as if he were about to climb away, so Squall grabbed onto a leg while he brought his other hand back to where it had been. As gentle and slippery as his fingers were now, Zell tightened up again-- not only around the slight intrusion of just one fingertip, but in his back and thighs as well. Still in pain. This just wouldn't do.

"What're you waitin' for?... Goin' crazy here..." Zell continued before taking Squall back into his mouth to suck rather feverishly in an obvious bribe. Squall sighed heavily and brought both hands to Zell's thighs, pushing him downward, passing tightly drawn globes before making it to his destination. He noticed something strange about the aiding liquid now that he was so close to it; it smelled sweet, or something. He dotted a leftover drop that had fallen down his thumb against his lips, cautiously tasting. It *was* sweet, with an odd tingle that he pinned as cinnamon. Hmm, good, now this would be even easier. Zell had liked the suggestion of Squall's tongue in his bellybutton, so he would surely love his. "Hn, what're you--"

"I won't hurt you," Squall refused his earlier requests, the sentence coming out a little assuring at the same time. Zell tried to relax in his confusion-- might as well, since Squall's grip on his hips wouldn't let him go anywhere anyway-- then he nearly choked on his own tongue when Squall's touched him. His arms gave way, sending his cheek to rest on Squall's thigh. A few seconds later Squall was laving generously, spreading him with his thumbs to get closer. He swallowed hard and tried to calm the twisting he felt in his stomach at being so fully exposed.

"Holy sh-sh-shit yougottabe kiddin... me..." he forced out in grateful astonishment as Squall's tongue started stretching him just a little, so soft and wet and warm, soothing leftover pain away. This had to be the most intimate thing Squall could have done to him-- no, the most intimate thing anyone could do for anyone-- and he wished he had thought of it first. He inhaled deeply of Squall's scent before shifting back in want for more feeling, not necessarily the rhythmic stabs of his tongue in particular, just something, but Squall backed off, leaving him soaked.

"Did that help?"

Zell wanted to giggle; it didn't sound like Squall had a clue how good he'd just made him feel. "Baby... you got no idea..." Squall crawled out from under him in silence, a hand balanced on the small of his back keeping him where he was.

"Can I--"

"I've only been beggin' for it non-stop..." Zell heaved a half-frustrated sigh and stretched on hon his belly, welcoming the sheets to cool him down. Squall's weight settled across the backs of his thighs, pushing him harder against the silk and drawing a high little note from him.

"Let me know if it's still uncomfortable." His throat tight with growing want, Squall was forcing himself to move slowly before he even got there.

"It's not," Zell argued, anxious to accept the blunt implication just brushing through all the slickness Squall had left. "Won't be... don' worry." He pushed back, but Squall was ready for that and moved with him before changing the hand that had been propping him up on the mattress to instead press down on his shoulder.

"I'm not kidding. Just stay there and tell me if it hurts too much." There were other options open to them. Squall wouldn't hesitate to fall back on those if this didn't work out.

"Okay, fine, geez--" Zell cut off in a grimace as Squall breached him, bringing a deep burn that wasn't very nice even with all the preparation that had been done. "Ow..."

"Are you alright?"

"Sure sure, 'm fine." Zell didn't care if it hurt, he just wanted Squall in him, against him, sunk as deep as he could go. Squall took his word for it at last, sheathing himself with excruciating care in the satiny haven he'd helped create. As smooth as he was inside, it felt like Zell was trying to push him away. "*Move.* I'll feel better in a sec," Zell ground out, words still conflicting with actions. Squall eased forward to cover his back. The embrace dissolved most of his tension pretty quickly. "Mmm... like a blanket..." Zell mumbled, partly muffled by the mattress. He pushed back again, and this time it was Squall that hissed.

Squall began with his senses sharp in hopes of figuring out when he touched the spot that would make Zell feel best. He'd been too overtaken by sensation to tell if he even found it earlier. As it turned out, he didn't need to listen hard at all-- Zell sobbed and clenched tight after just a few thrusts. Seeking an anchor to keep him in the right place, Squall smoothed his hands out from Zell's shoulders; Zell groped for them as soon as they were within reach, covered them with his own and worked his fingers between Squall's knuckles.

They moved smoothly together at a pace more comfortable than intense. Zell ground into the sheets at every interval and got too lost in that and the way Squall's breath was puffing into his ear to feel what little pain still stung him. Pending release grew ea wit within him, each thrust filling him with a little more peace, a heightening sense of belonging. He pulled one of Squall's hands, the only part of him available, to his mouth and just started kissing; his palm, the fleshy base of his thumb, across his fingers. This was how he would show what he couldn't bring himself to say. Squall was free guess it or ignore it, whichever he wanted to do.

"Zell, I'm... s-sorry... I--" Stirred by the affection befalling his hand, Squall pressed his temple to the side of Zell's neck, moving a little faster, a little more erratically.

"'Sokay," Zell replied, choking a little on the word. Squall came with a single soft groan and a snap of his hips, that sound and being filled with heat bringing tears to Zell's eyes once againck, ck, he loved him, so fucking much he just had to scream it right out or explode.

He did the latter, because that was safer, spilling more warmth onto the sheet and his belly while Squall stroked his hands with his thumbs as if he loved him back, soothing him until the reverberations faded. He made a move to climb off but Zell wouldn't let him go, not yet.

"Zell..." Squall's voice was soft with concern like it had been before. Zell was scaring him a little with his recent inability to let orgasm bring him anything but dejection. He was shaking more than he should have been, clinging to his hands like letting go would kill him. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No." Zell was overcome with an odd indifference at Squall's ignorance. What if he just told him and go it over with? What if, "What if I... umm..."

"What?"

"Never mind." Zell's heart jumped as he realized how close he'd just come to making the biggest mistake he could. "Sorry. I dunno. Bein' stupid again. Lemme go take a shower."

"You need to let go first."

Zell lifted his cheek. "Oh. Yeah. I do, don't I." He grinned and released Squall's hands. When Squall pulled out of him he had to gulp down another sobbing sound. He felt the following emptiness a lot more strongly than he thought he would as he rolled away and padded gingerly to the door. Hopefully his shower would cleanse him of more than just the stickiness on his tummy.

The light in the bathroom was a lot brighter than the one on Squall's room, blinding him for the moment it took to close the door. Seifer was still in there, shaving with a disposable razor he had probably found beneath the sink. "Did you tell him?" he asked, eerily soft.

Zell shook his head, feeling suffocated by the lingering steam-- he didn't feel like talking. Seifer didn't see it, but he interpreted the silence correctly. "Good. Don't."

"Why not? And when did I ask for your fuckin' advice anyway?" Zell climbed into the tub, rattling the curtain closed with much more vigor than was necessary. As much as he hated to, he waited for Seifer's answer instead of turning the water on.

"You'll scare him. Wait for him to say it, or else he won't know what to do and just run away from you. I will be offering you my 'fucking advice' when you need it, regardless of what you ask for."

Zell had expected Seifer's reasoning to come from jealousy, or contempt, or anything but actually wanting to help him out. "Why do you care?"

Seifer pulled the plug on the sink to let the water gurgle down the drain. "You mean why aren't I *trying* to get him to push you away?"

"Somethin' like that."

"Maybe..." Sei's f's face appeared at the edge of the curtain, startling Zell into a scowl, "... I just like you."

"Bull."

Seifer quietly laughed, a mere few clicks in his throat, and left Zell's view to pick up the bundle of clothing Squall had left on the floor the morning before. "He and I aren't about that. Even if he ends up loving you back, he'll still want me. I'm not worried about it."

"You ly tly think we can keep this up?"

"Is there a concrete reason for me not to?"

Zell turned the shower on and Seifer, taking that as his answer, left the room. He found Squall sitting on his bed with one knee folded up, an arm draped across it as he stared into space. Seifer dropped his bundle beside him, the ringing clank of belt buckles startling Squall from his deep contemplations. "Morning, sunshine," Seifer greeted with a hint of sarcasm as Squall lifted his face.

"Tell me what's wrong with Zell."

"Hmm. Well." Seifer raised his hands to count on his fingers, "He's loud, he's jumpy, he's *far* too clingy, he grinds his teeth in his sleep--"

"I mean *lately.*"

Seifer shrugged and walked to the other side of the bed to start gathering his own clothing. "I haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary."

"He hasn't told you anything?" Seifer's towel dropped, and Squall obeyed the instinct that told him to look away.

"Do you really think he would tell me something that he wouldn't tell you?" Seifer asked, eyeing Squall with his best you-must-be-stupid expression while climbing into his pants.

Squall didn't speak again until Seifer had thrown his coat over his shoulders. "I hope you don't plan on wearing that today."

"Why not?"

"Most people in Timber don't share in the admiration you have for yourself. Government officials were willing to listen to me, but they weren't the ones who lost loved ones because of the war you played a key role in while wearing *that* coat. I'd prefer not to get shot at while we're there."

"I don't know about that... It might be fun to get into a scuffle or two."

"Please, for once, just try to be discreet."

Seifer held out his arms, smiling broadly. "What could be more discreet than this?"

"A neon sign saying 'I killed your mother' would be more discreet than that," Squall grumbled, "Just find something."

"Oh, alright, if it's what your majesty commands." Seifer began to head back to the door, then turned and came to Squall's side of the bed instead. "Kiss before I go?" Squall hesitated, so Seifer roughly cupped his cheek to angle his face-- and the brunette tilted into it. Seifer had planned on only giving him a little peck but once he had a taste his tongue acted autonomously. What was this? He picked up vaguely sweet remnants from Squall's mouth and was shining with realization by the time the kiss ended. "Tastes like you two had a lot more fun with that stuff than I expected. Wish I could have seen it."

Squall tore his face from Seifer's hand to stare at a misplaced pillow, "I don't."

"Calm down." Seifer shoved a foot into one of his boots, a few feet away. "What's wrong with you this morning?"

A little ashamed of how automatically he let himself get defensive, Squall met Seifer's eyes. It would be best to just voice his concern. "You didn't say anything to Zell to upset him like this, did you?"

"He's not upset. Stop worrying about him."

"Answer the question."

"No, I didn't." Seifer finished with his bootlaces and crossed the room. "I'm not nearly as concerned with him as you seem to think I am," he threw over his shoulder before he disappeared.

Squall rubbed his temples-- they had taken on a dull ache-- feeling suddenly exausted as though he hadn't just gotten about twelve hours of sleep. A glance at the clock told him he only had forty-five minutes to get out of there. His stomach growled.

"Lemme guess, you didn't eat anything since breakfast yesterday," Zell scolded, announcing his presence in the doorway, looking refreshed but tiredly slumped. Bangs once just ruffled now lay back atop his head with the rest of his hair. "Need me to make you somethin' again?"

"It's alright." Squall got up, glad Zell had freed up the shower so quickly. Zell caught his arm just as he was brushing past.

"Let me go with you."

"Zell, look, I already..." Squall trailed off as he watched Zell's face fall and tried to sound more gentle as he continued, "How much did you sleep?"

Zell yawned against his will at the mere suggestion of it, trying and failing to talk through it several times. "I... uhhh... two hours? Somethin' like that." He crossed over to where his clothes lay in a heap and pulled his jeans on, struggling as tstucstuck to him.

"Seifer and I have both had a lot more." Squall continued to the bathroom, leaving the door open. Cold tile shocked his feet. "You'll just end up a hindrance when you're this tired."

Zell would have been offended had the statement not been true. "How long're ya gonna be gone?"

"Go to bed, and we'll be back before you know it."

"Seriously."

Squall counted in his head while turning on the water, cooling it from the scalding temperature Zell had left it at. It was a three-hour flight each way. They'd have to do some walking, meet up, and talk. "No less than eight hours."

"I never sleep that long." Zell's hand, still warm, touched his back to let him know he had followed. "I'm gonna miss you." When Squall didn't say anything-- didn't even move-- he forced himself to explain. "I'm.... um... see, I got used to sleeping next to you. The night before last night I barely slept at all 'cause I was by myself, and that's why I came to wake you up... You probly think I'm a baby or some shit now, I don't care, that's just what happened. I can't do anything about it."

"You'll have to try." Squall got into the shower, more concerned with getting away from the way Zell's hand made him want to shiver. "If you're trying to manipulate me into staying here--"

"No! That's not what I mean." Though now that Zell thought about it, that would have been nice. "Just um, hurry? Maybe?"

"We won't stay any longer than we have to."

Zell knocked the lid down on the toilet for somewhere to sit. "Are you bringing Rin back with you?"

"I don't know."

Zell mumbled some sort of acknowlegdement and sat in silence for a little while. "Hey Squall?"

Squall paused his soaping-up, "Yeah?"

"What were you dreamin' about earlier?"

Smiling a little at the thought, Squall continued washing. "It was like... a rerun."

"Of last night?"

"Of that first time, with you. Except I could talk and see." And their roles had been reversed, but he didn't want to mention that part.

Zell dashed for the curtain and pulled it back, displaying a wild grin. "All the things you could dream about and you picked *that*?" Squall didn't even have time to nod before Zell swallowed him up in a kiss.


~*~*~


Only an hour into the flight it seemed they'd been moving long enough to travel twice around the world. Squall sat uselessly in the co-pilot's seat, Seifer looming and occasionally pacing around in the space behind him. Lost in one of his favourite pastimes, Laguna seemed to forget that he wasn't alone, especially after putting his earbuds in place and cranking up some sort of complicated techno music. Squall would have been thankful for this had the silence not been so awkward.

At least he wasn't hungry anymore. Laguna greeted them outside with "Hey kids, I brought sandwitches!" and both Seifer and Squall had been too famished to bother protesting being called 'kids.' Laguna rambled on about how he'd made them himself (with only a 'tiny bit of help' from Selphie), quite a feat for someone so used to being fed by caterers, before taking to the controls.

Squall's seatback creaked as Seifer leaned into it, crossing his arms atop the headrest to rest his chin on them. "Great view," he remarked passively, the words brushing over the top of Squall's head. Squall slouched to avoid it and scowled out the expansive window at a cloud. It wasn't a great view. All they could see at the moment were sky and ocean. He'd been wondering how long it would take Seifer to start bothering him.

Seifer dropped his left hand to trickle his fingertips through Squall's hair, the move hidden from Laguna. If Squall moved away from it, however, the shift would surely be caught in cor corner of Laguna's field of vision and prompt him to ask what-the-heck Seifer was doing so close. Then Seifer might offer an explanation much more detailed than necessary. Not good. Squall didn't move a muscle when Seifer's fingers dropped further to flirt with his earlobe and grace over the flush building on his cheek.

Soon Seifer was rubbing his shoulder, working away the strain built by his presence. Squall clenched his jaw in frustration and tried to remain alert but Seifer left before he really had to worry about it. He got up and turned to find the blond smiling at him, just a few steps away.

The fast, muffled beat coming from Laguna's direction lost most of its volume. "Where are you going?" He asked casually, still watching the horizon.

"Seifer and I need to talk," Squall replied tightly, already moving forward. Laguna nodded, looking like he might not have even heard him, and turnes mus music back up.

er wer walked backwards as Squall stalked after him, hands held beside his shoulders in feigned innocence as he continued to smile. Just before they reached the elevator, Seifer switched directions-- and expressions-- to lunge out and take Squall's arm. Startled, Squall tripped as he was pulled sideways. Seifer caught him, turning around just as they came to the nearest corner of the room, and pushed him up against the wall beside the elevator.

Squall was too distracted by his own panic to push away the sudden presence of Seifer's greedy tongue in his mouth. He was caught beneath him once again, pressed into the steel of the wall by most of Seifer's weight, glass on one side of him and the elevator's hole in the floor on the other. His wrists were already pinned over his head, Seifer's knee already between his thighs, and Laguna was innocent to all of it, sitting just fifteen feet away. They were going to leave the room. Why had Seifer interrupted that? Why hadn't he just let them both go down the elevator to screw around on another floor? They had the whole huge ship to themselves, after all.

Seifer slowed the kiss before ending it to prevent any smacking sounds from escaping and rubbed up against him, watching his face. Squall then figured out why Seifer's chosen outfit had placed interest in the pit of his lungs when he first saw him in it. The only thing he had changed was into a collared black shirt, but the shade brought something out that Squall hadn't been to to grasp until now-- it made him look evil. Carnal, predatory, especially with the seductive sneer now twisting his lips and the way his eyes had narrowed to emerald slits.

Another rub from Seifer's knee, and Squall was ready to melt. He tore his eyes, which were probably bugging quite comically by now, away from Seifer's face to look past his shoulder. Laguna hadn't turned around. He was ducking his head a little in time with his music, but that was all. The grip above Squall's head shifted. Seifer had already crept one hand beneath the cross of his belts to grope at him through his pants by the time Squall refocused on him. He shook his head feverishly but the blond just kept staring, that hungry look on his face intensifying as he got a good grip on the rapidly hardening lump he sought.

Squall held his breath. He couldn't believe this was turning him on. That was his *father* right over *there.* This was insane; he could turn around at any time. What if he noticed that the elevator hadn't moved? What if there was some kind of alert-light on the controls to tell him when it was in use-- what if he already knew what was happening behind him and was just too uncomfortable to turn around?

Afraid to even whisper, Squall tried to beg Seifer with his eyes to stop, just for a minute, so they could go somewhere safer. Seifer replied by sucking him into another k and and this time he let his eyes flutter shut, concentrating on how his mouth was being so vivaciously exposed to Seifer's senses before he even knew he was thinking about it. Seifer paused his friction when they parted to squeeze Squall's erection far too hard, making his eyes shoot back open while he tried to lurch forward. As soon as they re-established eye contact Seifer eased up and gave his palm its rhythm back, his expression stern. Squall let his breath out too loudly as he got the message-- looking away would only bring him pain. Slight pain, but it was enough to make him what felt like six times harder. He the corners of his eyes were already tightening with want to close again, so he let out a near-silent moan instead, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that way.

'Don't let daddy hear you,' Seifer mouthed, his smile returning as he added more pressure. Squall slumped, his knees quivering too much to hold all of his own weight. Thnd pnd pinning him to the wall was now keeping him standing, a fact Seifer obviously noticed. He let go of Squall's wrists so he could tip forward, then guided the brunette's arms to drape over his shoulders. Squall pressed his lips and chin against his jacket-sleeve, peering past his arm at the back of Laguna's seat. The elevator's motor whirred to life behind him; one of them must have accidentally hit the button.

Seifer's newly-free fingers crept down his back, purposely letting him know exactly where they were headed. They worked hard to pass his waistband, and he caught himself sucking his stomach in to help. Just when he thought Seifer waout out to reach the spot likely to make him moan again, he stopped-- everything. Both hands left his abdomen and pushed him into the wall, and through the daze created by such suddenness he saw Seifer stepping onto the platform beside him. It took him away quickly while Squall tried to calm bre breathing. His shock and nervousness fully dissolved into rage by the time he heard Seifer's boots clicking across the hallway below.

He jumped forward and pushed the button again, the elevator rising much too slowly for his liking. So, this had been Seifer's plan, to drive him insane in an insane situation and leave him rock-hard and needy. It was obvious he wanted Squall to follow him. That, Squall would do. Would he ever. Seifer would regret this. It was time for him to learn to stop scheming.

Squall only rode the platform half of the way down, too impatient to keep from jumping off. His trousers tugged uncomfortably at him when he landed, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the black-clad figure already making his way across the catwalk that hung across the ship's hangar. Squall charged straight ahead, and the blond didn't even flinch as Squall's heavy bootsteps approached him. Squall tackled him to the narrow bridge's floor easily, arms flung around his waist to drag him down. "Asshole!" With feline velocity he climbed atop his prey, digging his knees into startled shoulderblades. Seifer grunted beneath his weight but made no move to get away. Instead, he grinned broadly, his cheek squished against the floor. "You think that was funny?" Squall growled.

Seifer laughed and lifted his head to speak, "Damn right I do. The prospect of being finger-fucked in the same room your daddy was in had you--"

Squall pushed his head back down, cutting off his chuckle. "You think *this* is funny?"

"Yep," Seifer countered, his voice betrayingly strained. Squall's leather fist curled agaihis his head, capturing blond spikes in a painless warning to keep still. He ducked and bit down hard on the tendon of Seifer's throat-- Seifer let out a shocked yelp, and then a curse in regret for it.

"This funny too?" Squall snarled into his ear before pinching the lobe between his teeth.

"Hmm... yeah, pretty much."

"I saw those marks you left on Zell a few days ago," Squall continued darkly, "You probably thought those were pretty funny."

"Sometimes I think you can read my mind," Seifer agreed, his tone laced with smug defiance.

"Would you still think they were funny..." Dragging his lips slowly down Seifer's throat from his ear, Squall nipped carefully at the skin, testing to find the best spot, "... if you had some of your own?" It was his turn to be amused when Seifer finally started genuinely trying to throw him off. He tugged Seifer's head back to expose more flesh, then bit and sucked with all his might, unsure how long he would be able to keep him pinned. It didn't take long for Seifer to gain some composure and flip them both over-- smacking the back of Squall's head hard enough against to floor to make his eyes flash-- but it was enough. Squall was sure he had given Seifer at least five hickies. They promised to turn a satisfyingly dark purple in no time, leaving plenty for Rinoa to see them.

"Hope you didn't plan on topping, too." Seifer, already having turned the tables and pinned Squall's legs beneath his weight, began tugging hurriedly to undo his belts. "That's my job."

Squall was too satisfied by what he'd already done (as well as somewhat dazed by the bump to his head) to bother trying to disagree. "It doesn't matter now. Everyone's going to think I did anyway."

"Want to bet on that?" Seifer finally undid the last belt and flung it too the side. Secure with Squall's newfound listlessness he climbed off to shuck Squall's pants down his legs and tear them violently past his boots. "Your daddy's still not that far away." He unfastened his own trousers, hard and weeping as he drew out of them. As much as Squall's aggression had pissed him off, it wasn't difficult to tell that it had also really turned him on. "I'll make you scream loud enough to let him know exactly who's got his cock in who, and then it'll only be a matter of time before all your little friends know too."

"I dare you to try," Squall replied, propping up on his elbows and spreading his legs a little, "I fucking *dare* you."

Seifer laughed at him, pulling him by the hips to slide onto his lap. "Do you?"

Squall pushed hard enough with his arms to lunge up and straddle Seifer's thighs, a hand squeezing each shoulder. "I won't make a sound," he confirmed, an inch away from his face. "You're the one who will."

"Heh. We'll see." Seifer snaked a hand between their faces to press a few fingers against Squall's lips, morphing them as if trying to smear invisible lipstick. "Suck on these, will you?"

"No. You do it."

Squall learned with the wordst itt it had been a mistake to say them. Seifer took the opportunity and shoved three digits inside, pulling downwards to keep Squall from biting him and nearly gagging him in the process. "That's right, get them nice and soaked for me. It's in your own interest to do so, after all."

After a few seconds of gurgled protests, Squall overcame his shock and yanked on Seifer's arm to free up his tongue. "Who the hell do you think you--" he was cut off by a kiss more frenzied than any that had ever befallen his mouth, but this time he fought back. A war soon raged between their mouths as one of Seifer's hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer in a failed attempt to win entry. When Squall finally lost, it was only because Seifer cheated: he chose that moment to stab through the muscle already twitching impatienly with two fingers at once, not giving the slightest warning beforehand. Not only did Squall's jaw and tongue relax, but he jerked forward, thrusting up against Seifer's stomach as he tried to get as far away as possible.

Seifer left his mouth and squinted thoughtfully at him. Although Squall had remained completely silent, tears were pricking his eyes. He closed them, trying to hide it, but it was too late. "Still worn from last night, are you?"

Squall took a deep, shaky breath, trying to get used to Seifer wigglingide ide him, and shook his head.

"Aww," Seifer cooed in sarcastic pity, "I can be gentle, if you really need me to be."

Squall's eyes opened, flaring with anger as they stared, unwavering, at him. "No," he denied, the steel in his tone disguising any clue that might have revealed he was still in pain. "I'm already used to it."

"How respectable." Seifer took a few more seconds to stretch him out and spread around the moisture from his mouth. He removed his fingers just as deftly as he had insterted them. Squall clasped his hands behind Seifer's neck, already lifting up, his arousal leaking a wavy path up Seifer's torso. He lowered impatiently once he felt Seifer in position, forcing his body to accept this, trying to convince it that this would feel good in a minute. Above all, he wanted to make Seifer lose it. Laguna finding out about them would be worth a single weak cry from behind lips that usually professed so much strength. "Further," Seifer urged once he stopped. "Still a ways to go."

"Fine." Squall held his breath and let himself fall the rest of the way down, wincing but remaining successfully soundless.

Seifer didn't even blink. He pushed a palm to Squall's chest, guiding him backwards.

Squall regarded him quizzically but took the advice, streighting his arms all the way out before he let Seifer help him lift and fall again. The shift had curled Seifer up to meet that spot, he realized as he let his head tip backwards-- and Seifer was surely hoping this would beat down his willpower. Fat chance. He could handle this just fine. In fact, this just made it easier for him as he developed their pace.

"Let it out, Squall," Seifer urged softly, already playing the dirty-talk card while trying to sound like he was his friend, "Let the whole world know you love to be fucked. This is where you belong. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Shut up." Squall's snap was breathy, though, tarnished by how good he was already feeling.

"You're going to lose this. In a few minutes, you'll be wailing like a little baby, because it's what you were made to do. It was so easy to tell when I stuffed that bedsheet in your mouth. You needed permission to scream, and that was it. You're shy, but you don't want to be. You have *my* permission now."

Squall's eyelids clenched tight. "Stop it." Bringing up the gag was a really low level to stoop to. Or maybe it just seemed that way because of what the memory was already doing to him.

Seifer held his waist with a bruising grip, now taking more control of their speed and increasing it. "Remember what it felt like in your mouth. Holding your tongue down." He grabbed Squall's erection to pump ruthlessly in time, making him draw his lip into his mouth to counter it with pain. "Pretending to suffocate you. Imagine it there now."

"I don't th-think so," Squall ground out, just before Seifer might have won. He bent his elbows to pull himself forward, the shift of position refreshing as it relieved some of the pressure from Seifer's smacks to his prostate. voicvoice was a mere whisper as he brought it fully under his control, "I don't make any noise I don't want to."

Seifer muttered another curse but didn't say anything else. Squall knew he had the advantage here, if he could manage to do this right. Seifer had buttons than he hadn't pus pushed and he could guess what a few of them were. He unfastened the first two buttons of his shirt as they moved, to nudge it away with his nose. Seifer's head turned-- probably in preparation to start talking again-- so he grabbed his chin and pushed it to the side, holding it there. When his mouth took to Seifer's throat again, it wasn't in contempt, but a calculated soothing of darkening wounds with lips and tongue and heated breath.

Squall would prove he wasn't shy, and he would do so without using his voice. He moved his lips to Seifer's ear, filling it with breathy hitches that were only half-forced. "Oh, Seifer..." he whispered, "So good..." Hearing his name had Seifer shuddering already. All Squall would have to do was put on a bit of a performance-- the blond's ego was just too easy to feed. He clenched hard while trying to ignore how good it really *did* feel to have him moving like this in him, trying to imagine himself milking him with his muscles. He let out a long breath, sure to let Seifer hear his thrusts right through it, and ended it with "Fuck me." He tried to pick up the pace himself, but Seifer wouldn't let him. "... Harder. Seifer... I *need* it."

"You--" Seifer swallowed hard, trying unsuccessfully to hide the shakes in his voice, "You need it?"

"Yes." He ducked as Seifer tipped them both backwards, avoiding hitting his head again as his back hit the floor. *Too easy.* Wrapping his arms around Seifer's neck, he continued, "Make me feel it... in my throat." Seifer practically did just that, pounding harder than he ever had, like he was trying to hurt him. He probably was. "Please... Seifer... m-make me come." The words brought it to Squall's attention that he was about to. Seifer put all of his weight on one elbow and grabbed him again, pumping hard but unevenly with a very shaky hand. "You're the o-only... one... that could do ...this to me..." Squall quit fighting the rage in his midsection and let it take away his ability to whisper. His seed flowed weakly from him when he came, his body tired from how much it had been through lately.

As he came down Squall kept every shudder, every heavy intake and blast of air right next to Seifer's ear, and in the middle of it, Seifer groaned. Loud. He buried his face in the fluff on Squall's shoulder to muffle himself, but it was too late. "You lose," Squall whispered sharply, feeling his own twich draw Seifer's orgasm from him.

Seifer shook his way through a few more thrusts and stilled, vibrating a muffled "You mother fff-fucker!" into Squall's shoulder as he pulsed and filled him with his essence. He gave himself a few seconds to catch his breath and pulled out angrily, looking Squall in the eye. "That was your whole fucking plan all along, wasn't it?"

A smile was pulling at Squall's mouth, but he didn't let it burst through. "Did you learn your lesson?"

Seifer shook his head in furious disbelief, squinting until he could barely see. "Be prepared. You're going to catch my revenge for this ten fold. Just... be prepared."

Squall rolled his eyes at him and let his arms fall to his sides so Seifer could climb away. "Wait 'til to see what I did to your neck." Seifer threw his pants at him, striking him painlessly in the face.


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