My Room, My Rules

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Lang, M/M, Slash, Anal

Chapter 6: Balcony Scene


“Hey Chickie! Hold the lift!”

Zell paused to glare at the sprinting gunbladist before slowly and deliberating reaching for the ‘door close’ button. In the nick of time, a large gloved hand caught the elevator door, causing the automatics to re-open it.

“Damn, Chickie, why you gotta be like that?” growled the taller blonde as the doors closed. Grabbing the lapels of the short jacket, he hauled him close. “Damn, I’ve missed you!” was all that he said before grinding his mouth to the little blonde’s. Starved for the taste of the stocky fighter, he plundered the willing mouth, his tongue dipping and exploring. A month was entirely too long to be away from his little commando and he planned on telling Squall all about it.

Sucking on the ex-Knight’s tongue, Zell wrapped his legs around Seifer’s waist and ground his hips in time. Moaning, the platinum blonde pulled himself tighter, rubbing frantically as the elevator made its short ride to the third floor. “When did you get back, Almasy?” he asked calmly, climbing down just before the doors opened, acting as if nothing had happened.

The ex-bully looked like someone had pulled the rug out from under him, then punched the button for the second floor. “Just now. That’s why the emergency meeting.”

“The meeting you just diverted us from?”

“The bow freak is 20 minutes out in the Rag. Plus he has to gather his charts. We’ve got time.”

“*We’ve*?”

“Don’t start, Chickie. We’re not in your rooms. As a matter of fact,” Seifer added as the doors opened, “I think this definitely counts as my turf.”

“How you figure?” Zell was more curious than concerned when he was hustled down the hallway to the sealed door. Since class was in session, there hallway was deserted.

“Because I happen to know that you haven’t been out on this balcony since the Sorceress War,” he paused to key the door. “While I, on the other hand, sunbathe out here often. Naked.” he whispered in little blonde’s ear as he nudged him forward with his hips.

The fighter walked forward to the railing, placing his hands on the smooth wooden surface and raising his face to the warm afternoon sun. Arching and stretching like a contented cat, he peered back over his shoulder at the mesmerized gunbladist. He smiled at the stunned blonde, purposefully arching his back further and sticking his ass up at the fighter. “You sure you can take me, Se-Fe?” he asked jokingly.

Seifer reached into a covered arch and pulled out an inflated air mattress and a quilt to throw over the vinyl. Slowly, as if he was afraid his prey would bolt, he approached the little blonde and drew him into his arms. Rubbing up against the tight ass, he leaned down and nuzzled the dark tribal. “I want you.” Catching the strong jaw, he brushed against the cupid’s bow lips. “I need you. I need to feel you. I need to know you are mine.” Staring down into the clear electric blue, he tightened his grip and drew the blonde even closer. “Are you mine?”

Zell turned in his arms and encircled his waist. “I’ve always been yours, Se-Fe. Even before when you were too stupid to realize it.” Raising up on his toes, he peppered the bigger blonde’s jaw with kisses. He could feel the emotions building in the gunbladist, the need beating at his control, and dropped the teasing tone. “Take me, Se-Fe. I need you, too.”

The ex-Knight slowly stripped his little commando, tasting every inch as it was revealed. The shoulders rippling with muscles, the smooth chest, and the washboard abs were properly revered as he worked his way down, pausing only when Zell put his hands on his shoulders for balance to toe off his sneakers. Kneeling before the fighter, Seifer grabbed his hips and pulled him forward. The squeak of protest quickly became a moan of satisfaction when he used his teeth to open the button fly of the denim skaters and nuzzled the platinum treasure trail. Sliding the loose shorts off that gorgeous ass, he began licking his way through the tight nest of curls.

“Seiferrrrr,” came the moaning complaint as Zell tugged at the trenchcoat. “I want to feel you, too.”

The bigger blonde backed away momentarily to toss his trench (and all other items of clothing) off to the side. Tugging gently, he drew the fighter down and laid him on the mattress. Licking his way back up the hairless chest, he felt the tension in the muscles and looked into the nervous gaze of his soon to be lover. “What, Zell?”

“I ... I’ve never ... that is ... I ...” He bit his lip, then answered, “I’ve never bottomed, Seifer.”

A slow smile spread across the gunbladist’s features, and he looked like someone had just handed him the world on a platinum platter. “Do you believe in me?” he asked as he traced the tribal. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, and yes.”

Seifer kissed him deeply before reaching into the pocket of the discarded trench. Pulling out the lube, he liberally coated a finger. Ghosting across the puckered entrance, he asked again, “Do you trust me, Zell?” At the little blonde’s nod, he slowly pushed in and then held it there.

Biting his lip, Zell tried to relax around the intrusion. “It feels weird,” he said as he shifted his hips.

The ex-Knight smirked. “Oh really? And how does *this* feel?” he asked as he drove the finger in and stroked.

Zell squealed and arched, raising up off the mattress, thrusting against the finger. Moaning and shaking his head from side to side, he bucked against the penetration, barely realizing when more lube and a second finger was added. “Seiferrrrrr,” he growled as the fingers began to scissor and the discomfort broke through the euphoric haze. “Ssssshhhh,” his lover whispered, and took his mouth in a voracious kiss as the gunbladist’s other hand came up and wrapped around his cock. He plunged back into a world of sensation, incoherent in his babbling. When the third finger was added, there was no complaint, just a needy groan as his legs fell wide open. When the fingers were withdrawn, the fighter arched and drew his legs up, ready for the ex-Knight’s thrust.

Seifer positioned himself between the fighter’s thighs and rubbed himself against the newly stretched opening. With a muffled groan, he pushed through the tight ring of muscle. At Zell’s cry, he stopped, allowing the little blonde to adjust to the new sensations. Taking a moment to add a little more lube, his emerald gaze traveled over the delectable feast before him. A slight sheen of sweat covered the platinum blonde as he thrashed about and rocked up to invite the gunbladist deeper.

“Oh Hyne, Seifer, you can’t stop *now*!”

“No, Zell, I’m not going to stop. Not now, not ever.” He pushed in a little further, going slow so not to hurt his little commando. Finally, he was all the way in. He growled and buried his teeth in the platinum blonde’s shoulder as he rocked deeper. Raising up, he waited until his fighter looked him in the eyes before driving back in.

Zell felt himself being lost in the depths of the gunbladist’s eyes. They seemed deeper, almost fathomless, with tiny silver stars. He felt like he could see the universe, feel it even. No one had ever made him feel this complete, this wanted, this ...

“Zell ...?”

“What, Se-Fe?” the martial artist asked, coming back to his senses slightly.

“I need you.”

“Then take me.”

“No, not like that,” the gunbladist softened the comment with another drugging kiss and rocking against his sweet spot. Licking the darkening mark on the fighter’s shoulder, he apologized for the hurt with nibbles and caresses before moving back to his mouth. “I *need* you. Stay with me, Zell. Stay with me always. I can’t make it without you.”

“Of course, I ...”

“No!” Seifer grabbed the little blonde’s face with both hands, forcing his to meet his gaze. “Zell, Promise me!” his eyes were almost desperate; the sex forgotten, buried under then stronger emotions swelling between them. “Promise, Zell! No matter what. No matter who. You’re *mine*. You’ll be there for me. Promise me, Zell!”

The martial artist reached up and cupped the lean cheeks, stroking the emerging stubble. The depths of the starry emerald gaze was still there, and Zell could feel himself falling into it again. Placing one hand on his heart and one on Seifer’s, he spoke simply and honestly. “I am yours, Seifer, as you are mine. I swear to Hyne above that this is so. And I will stand by you, now and forever, against all comers. I will protect you. I love you, Seifer.”

The gunbladist stared deeply into the clear cyan blue, then placed his hands over Zell’s. “I am yours as you are mine. I will stand by you against all. I love you, Zell.” Leaning down, he sealed the vow with a kiss. Chaste to begin with, it soon grew and expanded taking them both by surprise with its ferocity.

The strange desperation was gone, replaced by overwhelming need as the gunbladist drove deeply into the tight blonde who answered with a guttural roar and dug his short nails into the bigger blonde’s ass. A firestorm seemed to envelope the two blondes as they each tried to absorb the other. Again and again, Seifer plunged into his little Commando, driving so deep it seemed as if he could touch Zell’s soul.

Wrapping his legs around that taut waist, the fighter used his leverage to meet the driving power of his lover’s thrusts. He could feel those large, calloused hands sliding possessively over his chest and lower as that hot mouth continued with the deep drugging kisses that melted his bones. Mindless with ecstasy, he reached out, raking his nails over muscles slicked with sweat and finding the erogenous zone in the small of the gunbladit's back.

Seifer could feel his orgasm fast approaching, and even with overpowering need to claim the little blonde and to mark him as taken, he knew he wanted to make it just as good for his little commando. Reaching in between them, he grasped Zell’s thick cock. Stroking in time with his thrusts, he had just reached a satisfying rhythm when the fighter dug his nails into the tender skin in the small of his back. His vision went white as he arched back and then surged in up to the hilt, burying himself in the hot sheath as his orgasm overtook him.

“SEEEIIIIIIIFFFFFFEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!” screamed the little blonde as the gunbladist’s pounding took him to him own release, and he exploded all over bigger blonde.

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Squall sat behind his mahogany desk, waiting for his Command Staff to arrive for the meeting. Hoping Seifer and Zell would get there first, he understood now why the cadets had complained that weekend. If they were going to fuck on the balcony below his office, they had better start using a Silence spell. Or let him know before hand so he could either be gone or sell tickets. Or maybe a web cam?

As if in response to his thoughts, the couple strolled in, so absorbed in each other that they failed to notice him sitting behind his desk. Fascinated, he watched as Seifer sat down on the large couch and pulled the smaller blonde into his lap. The quick wince that crossed Zell’s face as he landed as well as the grimace on the ex-Knight’s when his back came in contact with the couch were priceless. No longer able to keep quiet, the brunette snickered, drawing their attention. The fighter leapt to his feet as if he had been shot from a cannon, only to trip over the gunbladist’s feet and land on the floor. Still laughing, Squall waved for him to sit back down.

“Don’t bother, Zell,” the Commander said easily. “If you are *that* embarrassed, you might want to have some Silence spells handy for next time. Or a gag,” he added as he turned and looked pointedly at the open window leading to his personal balcony.

“Oh Hyne,” Zell whispered as he collapsed into Seifer’s arms, burying his beet red face in his lover’s trenchcoat. The bigger blonde just smirked and hugged the little fighter while raising a challenging brow at Squall.

The Headmaster raised his hands in mock surrender. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t have a problem with your relationship. It’s obviously mutual, and I am certain Dincht is perfectly capable of kicking your ass if you step out of line. Between him and Ifrit, I’m not worried about you any more, Seifer.”

“Thanks, I think. You’re sure mellow.”

“You’re welcome, I think. And yes. Yes, I am.” One could all most say the Balamb Lion was purring.

“Yeah, he’s been that way for a couple of weeks now. I’m still trying to get a name. Or a face. He’s a sneaky little Lion,” murmured Zell quietly.

“I just wanted to say that I’m good with you and your rehabilitation since it’s not going to seem like it in a day or so.” Seifer and Zell both looked up at their Commander confusedly as he crossed to the couch and sat on the arm near them. “Galbadia Garden is not happy with our Sorceress issues. They have decided to eliminate all Sorceresses, GFs, magic, everything. Don’t know how they think they can accomplish what Ultimitia couldn’t, but that’s the way that it is. With Martine back in command, you would think they would be a little more status quo, but no. They’ve also got a spy in Garden. A high level spy. That’s where you come in.”

Zell saw the answer first. “You want him to be a lightning rod, to draw attention while you search for the real spy. Since everyone is already suspicious of him, it will be easy to push them to focus on Seifer. But why are they freaking out?””

“Power and control,” Seifer answered. “Look at it from their perspective, Chickie.” He held up his fingers as he made his points, though watching Squall for his reaction to his analysis.

“Point One: We’ve kicked their asses out of Dollet. Winhill is an agricultural, not military, ally who has signed treaties with both of us. FH is neutral, maybe on Esthar’s side since they have the highway reopened and there is tourist trade. Balamb City is definitely ours. Deling City is on our side since you are dating the General’s daughter. Timber is a snake pit of factions and terrorist group, the main one is one headed by said daughter. The Shumi think the sun rises and sets on you and the Great Klutz. And Hyne knows if push came to shove, Laguna would back his itty bitty baby boy ... right or wrong. So ... no allies.

“Point Two: Their Garden is shit. Ours is up and running, and we are nearly done rebuilding Trabia’s. So ... Gardens, we’re ahead 2:1.

“Point Three: The Galbadia Garden’s image in the world’s eyes sucks. Nearly everyone thinks they *voluntarily* helped Ultimitia. Been there, done that, it ain’t fun. They didn’t, but I don’t think anyone is gonna listen to me on the subject. They’ve had a taste of power, and it was addictive. All that bowing and scraping was pretty nifty, and they don’t want to give it up. Adding to that, they don’t have a spokesman or scapegoat. I have the Ice Princess here who was willing to vouch for me and be my parole officer, if you will. Thanks, by the way.” Squall waved off the acknowledgment, motioning for the ex-Knight to continue with his analysis. “One look at President Deling drooling in his padded cell lets Deling City off the hook. Though I still think that’s drugs and a sneaky Caraway, not brain damage from Sorceress control. At the risk of defending her, that was just not how she operated. So ... bad rep and national guilt.

“Point Four: Charisma. Puberty Boy has it in spades. He defeated Ultimitia.” At Zell’s snort, he patted the fighter’s knee. “Yes, I know, Darling. You actually dealt the final blow, but he’s the face that played it for the cameras. He’s the Commander. He’s the Headmaster of the most popular ... and functional ... Garden. And he’s a sexy little shit ... with both sexes. Compare that to Martine, who ... let’s be brutally honest here ... has all the charisma and sex appeal of a three month old unwashed gym sock. Sure, he’s a devious fuck and a great strategist, but no way is he in Squall’s league, let alone Laguna’s. So ... moody and tight leather pants wins over pot bellies and greying hair.

“Point Five: And this is the most important, the Sorceresses and perceived power. Squall has them *all*. Ellone is family as she is like his sister, plus she married Laguna - is this a bad thing or just the Esthar Social Register(1)? Rinoa is his ... well, he is still her Knight. Edea, though she has given up most of her powers, is ‘in the family’ as well as Princess still regards her as a mother figure. And now the new Sorceress has appeared here at Balamb Garden, seemingly under the Commander’s control. In addition, Squally-Boy, you are the Heir Apparent to Esthar. You know they would talk you into it if anything happened to Laguna. Likewise, you are all but Caraway’s son-in-law in the world’s eyes since they don’t know about Xu, which sews up Deling City and Timber. Selphie dotes on you so Trabia’s yours too. The locals consider you sort the Governor of Balamb Island. The Shumi’s think your shit don’t stink since you took down Norg for them. Dollet *still* loves you for our training mission. And you’re the only one who knows where the facility ruins are where you got Bahamut, not to mention that Galbadia doesn’t train with GFs and we do. So ... we have everything and they have nothing. And it’s a historically tried strategy - if your pond is poor and filthy, take over the rich neighbors, ’cause somehow it’s all their fault.

“Face it, Squall. If you were into world domination, you would have this place sewn up six ways from Hyne Week. The majority of the people think its pretty neat that you turned from all that power to *just* run Balamb Garden and train ‘for the next one’. On the other hand, there is the percentage who are jealous that you have access to all that power, and they have none. And a few of those *are* stupid enough to move against you, or devious enough to use me to give you the public black eye. Frankly, I’m surprised its taken this long for them to make a move.” He met the Commander’s eye. “Did I leave anything out?”

“Actually, you got more right than Laguna’s think tank did with six months and unlimited funds,” said the brunette ruefully. “Knowing all that, would you draw fire for me so I can find the spy? You up for it, old man?”

Seifer looked at his little Commando, then his Commander. “But *you two* have faith in me?”

“Absolutely, Seifer. Blade to blade, my blood for yours,” Squall repeated their childhood pledge.

“I am yours as you are mine, Se-Fe,” Zell restated his earlier oath. “I will stand by you against all comers, forever. Promise to Hyne above.”

“Then you got yourself a lightning rod, Squally Boy,” he said and shook the Commander’s hand before pulling the fighter in for a life affirming kiss. “And may the Sorceress’ take the hindmost.”


TBC

A/N: Must stop here because staff meeting needs to be all in one chapter. Comments, questions, issues, confusion in storyline? RentaiKitten@yahoo.com

(1) Play on the old (noire humor) joke - What you do you call marrying your cousin? Depends on where you live. In Alabama, it’s incest. In Boston, it’s the Social Register. (Sorry Boston - I did say it was dark humor - and I think it is in character for Seifer.)

Oh, and on the Ellone note - the question was raised - isn’t she Squall’s half sister through Raine? So why the “like a sister comment“? To me, the answer is murky, so I took a little artistic license and interpreted the comments made at the beginning of 2nd disk (Ellone goes to get Laguna and he talks to the portraits in the house with the save point and tells them what a good kid she is) as Ellone is a war orphan and Raine is just looking out for her.