Unrequited

Squall

Sitting in his office chair, he contemplated his next coarse of action. It had been more then a week since the incident; the SeeDs involved leaving very disgruntled and obviously bruised. He really didn't know how Seifer had managed that while being so injured, but he just shrugged it off as him being Seifer. Speaking of which...

He unfurled his hand and glanced down at the newly repaired choker. Well, sorta new, since it'd been repaired three days ago. It was hard to believe, but he really didn't know what to do now that it was fixed. When it was in repair he had come up with this huge plan that involved giving it back to the ex-knight personally and confessing everything. Too bad that all fell away once Zell had come to him with the shiny, almost new looking choker. In fact, he hadn't even spoken to the man since the day after the incident.

Dropping his head onto the desk, he let out a frustrated groan. He couldn't believe himself, he was afraid of this! Him afraid! Of what, a stupid confession? Of Seifer?

No...

The hell he was! He'd never been afraid of Seifer, ever. Not even when they were children and Seifer was constantly pushing at him. Shooting up from the chair, he rounded the desk, determined to find the blond. It was 1 am and there were only two places the man could be. Deciding the Training Centre would be safer ground, he choose to start there. He didn't know what he would do or what he would say, but he spent most of his life, even during the war, winging it; it just worked best.

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Damn, he was sure he'd be here. After all, who wouldn't feel in need of a good workout after spending a week in bed? The only carcasses he had seen so far were hours old. Maybe the blond had resigned to training during daylight hours, after what had happened so recently. Actually, now that he thought about it, he felt kinda foolish. Of course he wouldn't be out here, not alone, and he doubted that Irvine would spend his free Saturday evening getting all sweaty and worked up, well not by training anyway.

About to head back and over to the dorms, he was once again stopped by a thought. Yeah, no normal person would be out alone after being attacked, but when had Seifer ever been normal? Hmph, never.

Which meant he would probably be out here, just deeper in the centre, away from where anyone really liked to train. Continuing on, hacking at the few monsters who crossed him, he soon heard the familiar sound of a Gunblade being swung. He actually flushed with pride at knowing what the blond would be up to, before pushing it down in annoyance. Hyne, he was acting like a teenager, flushing and being all nervous...

Walking into the clearing, he was surprised to see that the area was monster free and the blond and his blade were both clean. Meaning he hadn't come out here to train, or at lest, not with Grats.

"Squall?" Hm, so he'd been spotted... Now what? He should probably start by responding.

"Seifer." Ahh, nice Leonhart, real intelligent of you. At least keep going. "You're... out here late." Even better.

Hyne, he hated his brain sometimes.

The blond just gave him a weird look, before moving to grab his water bottle. "Uh, yeah. I am. So..."

Say something! "You're not training? I mean with, uh grats?" Fuck, that's it, I'm outta here.

Seifer paused before taking a drink of water. Turning his full attention the the younger man, he eyed him suspiciously. "What is with you Leonhart? You hit your head or something on the way over?"

Uhg, this was not going the way it was supposed to. Think, think. Um, the direct approach always seemed to work. Sometimes...

"Here." He brought the silver choker out and tossed it over. "You dropped this." See that was easy.

Staring at the silver object thrown to him, Seifer stared in amazement and what looked almost like relief. "Where did you... I thought I lost this." Quickly clasping around his neck, he gave the brunet and long look. "Why?" It was directed at more then just the choker.

Shrugging, unable to think of anything that wouldn't completely humiliate himself, he opted instead to give the blond a subtle once over. Despite the immense injuries sub-stained so recently, the man appeared to be healing well. Although potions couldn't actually heal broken bones, they sped up the process. It would still be a couple weeks before he could go on any missions, or even spar (at least with him) but he seemed to be getting along well.

"You know, I was shooting for something more along the lines of an actual answer." Despite his words, the blond was smiling. Relaxing at the calming mood the blond was in and even letting out a smile of his own, he let his mouth go without checking in with his brain. As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt dread flood his system and redness creep up his neck.

Oh Hyne, what did he just do!?

Seifer

"What?" He knew he was gaping but really, what the fuck else was he supposed to do? What did anyone do when someone confessed... that? Let alone his lifetime rival. He wreaked his brain for something to say, but he was drawing a blank. Did he even want this? He wanted something, but...

Squall, red as a beet, backed up a few steps. It was obvious the brunet was about to flee. Panicking at the short amount of time given to make a decision, he rushed forward and grabbed the smaller man. Now what?

Ok, he's looking at you, do something.

Like what!?

Anything!

Fine! Pushing the smaller man back against a convenient tree, he crushed their mouths together.

Well that's something.

Hyne, it was better then he thought it would be. Running his tongue across the smaller mans lips, they parted without question. Running the slick organ along the inside of Squall mouth, it only too a moment for a response. Another tongue came into play and soon they were fighting for dominance over the kiss. Seifer smirked as he won and the brunet moaned and he drew back. Grabbing the front of the white t-shirt, he pushed it up. He ran his hand up the smooth stomach and up the to the pert nipples displayed for him. Messaging them, he rung another moan out of the brunet.

Pulling his mouth away, he allowed the man to draw in much need oxygen. Nipping at the smooth neck, he shrugged the leather jacket off and followed with the previously manhandled t-shirt.

"Seifer w-" He was stopped with another crushing kiss that left him without breath.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this, so save the questions for later." He was expecting the brunet to ask anyway, but all he received was a curt nod before their positions were switched. Now the one against the tree, his eye widened as the brunet dropped to his knee's and started working on his zipper. Well, this was moving quicker then he thought it would, not that he was complaining, especially once that slick tongue licked at the tip of his growing erection.

Squall

"Squall..."

Any doubts he'd had were washed away as the blond moaned his name. Hyne, he hadn't even done anything yet. He wasn't really sure how to do this, but he mimicked what had been done on him scarce times before. Taking in the large organ, he sucked on the head sharply before moving down. It quickly became obvious that he wouldn't be able to fit much in, his gag reflex reminding him how little that would be. He settled instead on licking and sucking the tip and stroking the base with his hand. The blond fisted his hair, but didn't push him down any further. The bitter taste of the ex-knight's pre-come slid along his tongue, making the slick organ move more smoothly. The man was panting and moaning now and he had to use both hands to keep the involuntary thrusts from choking him.

Feeling the man close, he took in as much as he could and swallowed it down. With on last stuttering cry, the blond released down his throat. He pulled off as it overwhelmed him and the final shot of hot semen splashed across his face.

Seifer

Oh fuck that's hot. Squall was laying back on his elbows, gasping for breath with his essence streaked across his smooth cheek and dripping down his mouth. Dropping to his knee's he licked the bitter come off his chin. Disliking the taste and the fact it came from him, he opted for something far sweeter.

By the time he had successfully removed the man's belts, Squall had caught his breath, not that it mattered as he was gasping a moment later when his pants were pulled down and his hard cock sprang free. Frowning in annoyance, Seifer removed the younger man's boots before realization came to mind. The commander had gone commando that evening. Snickering to himself, he pulled the rest of the clothes off the man's body. Unfortunately Squall seemed to come back to himself as a his face heated up and he moved to cover himself. Grabbing both wrists, he held them away with one hand, while the other wiped the rest of the semen off the red face and moved down to the rosy little entrance hidden away. Looking up into stormy blue eyes, he silently asked permission before continuing. They seemed to think for a moment, before the brunet nodded and relaxed.

Smearing the slick substance around, he was just about to enter when the brunet spoke up.

"Seifer, I haven't... done this before." The man almost looked embarrassed.

Smirking, he gave the brunet a quick kiss "neither have I, but I think we can figure this out."

He laughed at the incredulous look he received, before moving down to envelope that purt mouth in another kiss. It was true he hadn't done this before, but he knew what to do. Or he hoped so. Nudging his finger against the tight hole, he pushed forward. There was a little resistance and he stopped, allowing the brunet to register the action. Once he relaxed he pushed in more, until he was up to his knuckle before slowly pulling out. The brunet moaned a little into their kiss and he figure he was doing something right. Repeating the action a few more times, he added another finger. Squall pulled away gasping, his brow furrowed in discomfort.

Hmm, that wouldn't do. Curling his fingers up, he search for the bundle of nerves that would make this all worth it to the brunet. He had fingered himself before and he was sure the spot would be relativly in the same area.

"Ahh!" There it was. Continuing to message the area, he worked to stretch the man further. Squall was thrusting down now and scarcely seemed to noticed when a third, then forth finger was added. The brunets erection was dripping pre-come and his own cock pulsed in sympathy. He was stretched enough. Spreading the brunets pre-come across his hand and mixing it with his own, he hoped it would be enough. Positioning himself at the stretched opening, he gave a warning nudge before pushing into the tight heat.

HOLYFUCKINGHYNE!

It was all he could do not to sheath himself completely int he tight canal. Bracing himself on his elbows he pushed forward as slowly as he could manage, trying his best not to hurt the smaller man beneath him. It turned out he needn't bother as Squall pushed himself down further on the blonds cock.

"Fuck Squall...Shit." Pulling back, he slammed himself back in. He was briefly worried that it had been to much, but it seemed he had good aim, nailing the brunets prostate in fail swoop. Good, because he didn't think he would be able to last much longer, it was just to much.

Squall

"Ahn!" Squall tossed his head back as the pleasure almost over whelmed him. He had been close to the edge with the preparation and this was quickly becoming to much. Hyne he didn't know it would feel this good. Hell, he wasn't entirely sure it would feel good at all but -" Ahh! Seifer!"

With his cock being rubbed between them and his pleasure spot being assaulted constantly he felt his orgasm wash over him. His cock twitched as it spurted across their chests and his body clenched down on the hot organ inside of him. The blond gave a few more thrusts before he stuttered and jerked in him, own name falling from the kiss bruised lips.

They lay like that for a while, recovering from the intense orgasm. Staring at the foliage above, it dawned on him just where they were. Forget the monsters wandering around, anyone could have seen or (hyne forbid) heard them, not to mention the camera's...

Dropping his head back down he groaned him frustration. Seifer must have realized to same thing, because he kept him covered while he did up his pants and handed him his clothes.

"Well... what now?" The blond seemed more amused then upset.

"Shower." It was the best he could think of right now. Everything was just too...well, perfect. He would worry about the rest of it in the morning. Much later in the morning... Maybe tomorrow. Hell, as the blond leaned down and whispered into his ear, he figured maybe they had until forever.