Absolution II: Redemption

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WARNINGS: Kink and lots of it. Bondage, sex toys, and trust games make for hot sex. There actually is a point to it, too. Iron Dog, this chapter is all for you.

Domination's the name of the game
In bed or in life
They're both just the same
Except in one you're fulfilled
At the end of the day
~ Depeche Mode – Master and Servant
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When I finally get back to Squall’s room sometime in the afternoon, he’s waiting for me in full uniform with an almost predatory look on his face. Hey, I thought that was my look. I don’t trust Squall when he looks like that. Not one bit.

“I think, if we’re going to go through with this little arrangement, you need to learn to trust me,” he says, the corners of his mouth lifting faintly in a cold mockery of my own smirk.

Trust Squall? I trust him to not bullshit me or treat me with pity after all I’ve done to myself, but that’s the extent of it. I don’t trust him with anything else.

I plop onto the bed and look up at him. “What’s that s’possed to mean, Leonhart? I just want your help, not your friendship or anything more. You help me, I get sane, and the world is a little better off.” Liar, you want more than that from him.

The look on his face doesn’t change as he straddles my hips and grabs my wrists. “I’m saying, Cadet, that you need to trust your superiors to act in your own best interest when you can’t think of what the best choice is.” Wait, “Cadet”? I’m not a student, so why in the hell is he pulling rank on me like this? Unless….

He nods and looks right at me. “I trust you enough to give you a final chance at becoming a SeeD. Now you need to trust me.”

Ain’t too sure what he’s gonna do to make me trust him until I find myself being pushed backwards with my wrists pinned over my head. Instinctively, I use my size to my advantage and roll over to get Squall beneath me, only to find myself on the receiving end of a Stop spell. That’s just not fair.

Since I’m kinda helpless, I can only lie there as my wrists get cuffed to the headboard and Squall grabs a couple things that I can’t see from his other drawers.

“Just relax and trust me, Seifer. I’m not going to hurt you at all,” he states calmly, blue-grey eyes again meeting mine. I don’t know what he’s going to do to me, so how can I trust him? I want out, dammit.

He keeps looking at me as he undoes my shirt and runs his fingertips down my chest slowly, not blinking at the faint scar there from the day I tried falling on Hyperion. Squall hasn’t asked about the one on my throat, so either he knows or he figures I’ll tell him in time.

I arch without thinking about it once my nipples are first stroked, then pinched. Won’t deny that it feels nice, but I hate being cuffed like this. It makes me helpless, totally at his mercy, and I don’t want that. Not even sure Squall knows what “mercy” means, and I’m trembling a little out of fear.

When he kisses me, I kiss back hard and close my eyes, briefly forgetting that my hands are cuffed and focusing on the taste of Squall’s lips and tongue against mine and the way he whimpers every time I nip gently at his lower one. Some of his hair tickles against my cheek when he shifts, so I laugh for a moment and go back to kissing him hard.

Dear Hyne, I haven’t been able to focus on this before, but he’s been taught how to kiss well. Was Rinoa good that summer I tried to convince myself I wasn’t gay? I don’t remember. But I ain’t gonna focus on the thought of Squall being with anyone else. He’s mine now and that’s all that matters.

He’s still in uniform – and looking fucking beautiful in it – when he tugs my pants off, leaving me nearly naked and exposed. It’s awkward to be the one getting such a careful look-over instead of the one giving it and I squirm around as much as I can manage.

“Stop moving and let me look at you, Almasy,” Squall nearly growls in my ear and the tone both freezes me and makes my cock twitch a little. Never thought he could be the commanding type, especially after seeing how easily he’ll roll over and let me have fun with him. I don’t want him to be commanding, either. That’s my job.

We’re kissing again when I feel cold metal slide down the length of my half-hard cock, settling at the base comfortably. If that’s what I think it is, Squall is one cruel fucker. Wait, I think I’ve always known he had it in him. I just bring out the worst in people.

Panting, he pulls back and strokes me just enough to make my breath hitch and my hips rock a little. “I don’t think that’ll keep you from enjoying yourself, it’ll just make things a bit more difficult,” he says softly before moving down enough to suck and lightly nip at my nipples, fingertips ghosting along my inner thighs.

All I can do is arch my back and bite back a whimper. I fucking hate not being in control of the situation, so why am I getting so hard from knowing that I can’t do a damned thing about whatever Squall chooses to do to me? Thought you said you didn’t trust him. Takes a lot of trust to just let him play with you like this.

“Who was the first person you ever fucked, Seifer? I’m kinda curious,” he whispers before gliding up and biting just below my ear. I can’t think enough to remember the question until he stops his ministrations there – it’s gonna leave a nice mark, but who gives a fuck? He’s making me squirm underneath him and I really wish he’d get those clothes off so I didn’t have to rub against scratchy uniform fabric.

Once I catch my breath, I find him staring right at me and smirk a little just because I can. “Tracy from our first year as SeeD recruits.”

“Tracy? The butch girl that looked like she could bench press a car?" he asks, one brow arched in what’s probably confusion.

"No. The other Tracy – the guy,” I snap back as he gets up and walks off in the other direction. What the fuck? He’s not just gonna leave me here, is he? This is supposed to have something to do with me trusting him, though, so I think I’ll ignore how aroused I am and just wait for him to stop toying with my mind.

Squall comes back with a glass of something, sets it on the table next to the bed, then looks right at me as he takes off first his jacket and then the shirt underneath it. His necklace looks better against the pale skin of his chest than the jacket. Still wish he’d finish stripping all the way, though I guess I don’t have much say in the matter.

He reaches into the cup, digs out a few ice chips, and drops them in random places on my torso. Shit! I hate cold and he should know that from all the times I mentioned it when we were training against each other. Each new sensation of coldness makes me arch up, trying to get them off of me as fast as I can.

But Squall’s hand presses into the middle of my chest and pins me firmly against the bed. “The more you move, the more ice chips I’m going to drop on you. It’s fun to watch your reactions.” And they say I’m the sadistic one; Squall’s acting nearly as bad as I would if the roles were reversed.

I nod a little and gasp, trying to stay still when a few more icy bits land on my nipples. It’s so tempting to move, to get them off so I’m not feeling so cold, but I force myself to stay still until a new smell and sensation catch my attention.

It smells like mint and it’s dripping right next to where there was ice moments ago. Smells like Squall, to be honest. His cold fingertips roam over my torso, mixing together the slickness of the scented oil and the cold melted ice before drawing his digits up to his mouth and licking the tips clean.

I groan when I watch him do that and instantly wonder if he’ll feel like licking my cock at some time in the near future. No point in asking for it now; he’s obviously the one in charge, which is oddly arousing.

“The boy Tracy was awfully pretty. I bet you’ve always been on top, haven’t you? Never had the chance to know what it feels like to have something inside you, stretching and pulsing,” he whispers roughly in my ear, one slick hand moving along my weeping length. The oil is cool against the hot skin of my erection, but it feels good. Not like the annoying coldness of the ice.

I groan at his tone before shaking my head and lifting my hips into his touch. There are calluses on his palm, but I don’t care. It feels too good to just be touched like this. “Never been fucked…don’t think I wanna be, either. It would hurt.”

Saying that is a waste of oxygen at this point. It’s hard enough to keep air in my lungs, but then Squall’s other hand reaches down below to cup and gently squeeze my balls and I gasp again, arching and feeling the cold metal of the cuffs digging into my wrists.

“It only hurts for a moment, Seifer. Now just lie there and trust me.” The huskiness that turned me on earlier is gone now and he’s more businesslike once again. My eyes stay glued to him as he spreads a lot of the oil over his fingers. Suddenly, I think I know what he’s planning on doing to me and the thought is both arousing and slightly frightening.

He wants to fuck me. That’s what the deal about trust is. Can’t say I’m looking forward to it, but there’s not much I can do in my current condition. My cock twitches when he runs a finger down its underside and I instinctively tense as he reaches his destination.

Squall kisses me again, just as hard and eager as before, and I press my lips against his, focusing on the way he tastes and the erection I feel grinding into my thigh instead of the careful digit circling my opening. Slowly but surely, I feel my body relax into the touch that is odder than anything else at this point in time.

When he begins pushing it inside me, I hear myself whimper for a moment before the kiss ends and he nips the hollow of my throat enough to make that slight pain distract me from the uncomfortable sensation between my legs. It doesn’t hurt much yet, but he barely gives me enough time to relax from that feeling before adding another, which does hurt a bit.

And the fact that he used that damn mint oil means that my ass feels sore, yet strangely cool at the same time. I whimper again once they begin moving inside me, eyes following the motion of Squall’s other hand instinctively. He grabs one of the things he retrieved from the drawer earlier and shows it to me, smirking when my eyes widen.

It’s a rather large dildo – slightly thicker than my own dick and a good few inches longer – and part of me wants to panic. He’s going to fuck me with that thing?! The very bottom looks like it might be a dial of some sort. If this thing vibrates, I’m going to lose it as soon as it gets inside me, if not before.

Two fingers become three inside me and I cry out sharply, body arching while my ass spasms around the uncomfortable intrusion. I don’t like the pain and I don’t like the feeling of having so much inside of me, but his fingertips curl and brush against the spot I know is there and the pain is forgotten.

It’s enough to nearly make me come when he does it again. I can feel how close I am, it won’t take much to bring orgasm about, even with that fucking cock ring on. My chest heaves as I watch Squall carefully oil up the dildo once he tugs his fingers out and leaves me feeling oddly empty. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, I shouldn’t like not being in control. But anticipation and a small amount of fear are combining to make one hell of an aphrodisiac running through my veins.

Our eyes meet again and he wipes a bit of sweat from my forehead. “Do you trust me enough to continue? I’ll stop now if you say ‘no,’ and we can go right back to how things were the last couple of times.” Squall’s eyes give away the fact that he’d be hurt if I called it quits now. He wants me to give in to him just this once, for trust or whatever the real reason inside his cold mind is.

And I can’t find it in me to deny him that.

“Don’t stop,” I manage to whisper. He wants to hear that I trust him, but I can’t say that yet. Not until I’m more certain. Squall actually smiles at me before nudging my legs farther apart and moving to press the tip against my entrance.

Cold plastic slides inside me inch by careful inch and I can’t make myself stop panting. It hurts, but when he turns the vibration on low, it makes me nearly scream because I had no clue I could be so sensitive in that region. My hips buck up several times before he stops sliding it in any more and moves to take the metal ring off of my painfully hard erection.

The removal is a little uncomfortable, but I manage to deal with it and moan louder when he turns it up and goes about removing the rest of his clothes. About fucking time. I wish I could be buried inside him right now so I could hear him make the noises he was making just yesterday. Suppose he’s a little too sore for that, though. Might be part of the reason he’s doing this to me.

Squall’s cock is oozing just as much as mine is and I groan once he wraps a hand around his shaft and begins moving it at what must be an agonizingly slow pace. Every vibration of the dildo makes me rock more, especially once it’s pushed in a little more and it presses against my sweet spot.

“Please, Squall…touch me….” I whimper louder as my back arches up again. Just a few strokes, that’s all it’s going to take to finish me off. When he keeps touching himself with one hand and starts fisting my length with the other, I yelp loudly and try to keep looking at him, watching his hands move to bring both of us to climax.

I’m not sure who comes first because my eyes fall closed and the sounds of two sets of grunts and moans, as well as the overwhelming smell of male arousal, are the only things I can recognize. My whole body tingles – I must have held my breath a little – and my ass is still quite full with that large vibrating imitation dick. Squall hastily wipes his hands off on the sheets before turning it off and tugging it out carefully.

That hurts a little more than I’d expected it to, but I’m beyond caring much about pain at this point in time. I just want my arms free so I can curl up and fall asleep. The next thing Squall does is to undo the cuffs. He lightly rubs my shoulders a few times to get some of the stiffness out and I smile at him, then roll onto my side and kiss him lightly.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asks, genuine curiosity in his voice, and I have to think about that one. I didn’t like it at first because I didn’t like feeling out of control in any way. Then the lack of control became a turn-on and now I’m really not sure.

Sighing, I touch the scar between his eyes. “In a way. I liked being able to just forget about everything for a while and I’m surprised to say I liked having that inside me. It’s just different. Used to being the one in charge, y’know?”

He nods, rests his head on my chest, and yawns. “I might have to get you more used to it, then. I like being able to do what I want to you.”

“I like being on top a hell of a lot better, though, pet,” I tell him, absently playing with his hair.

Squall relaxes and turns his head a little as I touch him. “And I prefer bottom, but it’s good to mix things once in a while, right?”

As much as some small part of me doesn’t want to admit it, he’s right.
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A/N: The dialogue about Tracy was borrowed from Iron Dog’s fic “The Games We Play” with her permission. I thought it was funny and it kinda fit here. Sorry for the month wait again, but reality happened and I had more issues I needed to deal with.

Review responses:

shivasice – Glad you like my characters. I didn’t update “soon” at all, but hopefully the kink made up for it?

Lady Caos – I bet you wanted to join in this time, didn’t you? Irvine will probably be an addition to the smut at some point in the future because he’s too much of a pervert to ignore when I’m writing so much kink.

Tsubasa No Koe – Again, this wasn’t “soon” by any stretch of the imagination, but here you go.