Absolution II: Redemption

Disclaimer: The only person that belongs to me is the new character you’ll be introduced to in this chapter. All other characters and setting are the property of Square Enix.

A/N: Whee, I’m back to work on this at last. Had a really fun/evil plot bunny hit me and it took forever to decide how best to format it. For this and all future chapters, I’ll be using a small centered row of +’s to mark the “dreams”. Text like this will be the voice in Seifer’s head in the present and Seifer’s thoughts at other times. Text like this will be the thoughts of…well; I can’t give that away just yet, now can I? Child abuse and angst warnings apply for this chapter, though it starts off nicely enough.

Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
~ Eurhythmics – Sweet Dreams
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It’s hard to deny Squall when he begs. Especially when he also happens to be naked and squirming underneath me with a vibrating dildo in his ass. But I’m deliberately torturing him because he got back later than he said he would.

“Please…Seifer…just fuck me…” he pants, hips jerking upwards and breath hitching in his throat as my oil-slick hand strokes his erection roughly. Sweet Hyne, his voice alone could make me come if he keeps talking like this, and the fucker knows that.

As I’m about to tug the long, slender fake cock from his ass, he squeezes mine a little too rough to be pleasant. Bad Squally.

“Now, now, pet. You know what happens if you don’t play nice,” I growl in his ear. Instead of taking it out, I turn it up to high and snicker at his instantaneous reaction. Squall’s back arches up, chest pressed against mine for a long moment, while he yelps and closes his eyes. He’s the most beautiful thing to look at when we’re playing around, but he’d never let me get pictures to keep. All the images I have are inside my head.

My weeping length brushes against his. I manage to muffle my groan while he doesn’t stay quiet enough for me. One of his belts is on the floor next to us, so I pick it up and wrap it around his head to use as an impromptu gag.

“Gotta stay quiet while I fuck you in this classroom. Wouldn’t want anyone walking in to find us like this, now would you?” Sex in the room where Quistis had taught us most of what we know had been all my idea and he was eager to go along with it. But we can’t get caught. He’s nervous enough about the rumors going around. Having them confirmed would be too much stress for my pretty pet to deal with.

Squall just nods, a stifled grunt escaping the gag when I fist his erection again and smirk at him. Before the arousal visible on his face can give way to confusion, I’m moving to kneel between his spread legs and taking his cock into my mouth.

Fuck, this is a power rush. Everything he feels is up to me and I can take just as long as I want to get him off. My eyes close as I slowly run my tongue across the junction of head and shaft, hands steadying his hips so he can’t thrust into my mouth just yet. I’m in charge and he better not forget that.

His hands rest at the back of my head while I hear another muffled noise the instant I start moving the dildo in time with my tongue’s motions across his length. It’s tempting to speed up and bring him to climax right now so that I can pay attention to my own painfully hard and neglected cock. I won’t, though. Squall’s all mine to play with and tease and it’s fun making him remember that.

He tries groaning something else when my teeth gingerly scrape against a sensitive area, but there’s not much that can come out of his mouth right now. His hips start bucking up, but I pin them back down and suck harder for just a moment before slowing down again. Hyne, it’s great to torture Squall.

Since I think he’s getting the picture of not moving his hips, I start moving the dildo once more, even though it’s already vibrating. The more sensations I can make him feel, the harder it’ll be for him to stay in control of his body. I take nearly all of his cock into my mouth, feeling it touch the back of my throat before I hum a few times. He jerks a little beneath me, but tries not to move too much, and I can hear a few more noises escape from his gagged mouth.

I can taste him in my mouth and I know he won’t be able to hold out too much longer, even if I keep going slowly like this. There’s a little drool running down his chin when I look up at him – the gag makes it hard for him to swallow – and when our eyes meet, I stop sucking all together, let his erection fall from my lips, and smirk once more. The idea that just popped into my head is too damn good to pass up.

Squall scoots further back onto the desk when I motion for him to and I can’t help but chuckle a little before dropping my pants. He probably still thinks I’m gonna fuck him. Well, that’s tempting and all, but I think that I can stay in control even while having him inside me.

Back to him, I move and sit on his cock slowly. We gasp almost in unison, the soft humming of what Squall still has inside him the only inhuman sound in the room. Slim, muscular arms wrap around my chest as I move up and down slowly, prolonging both of our pleasure as long as both of us are able to last.

He tries speeding up, but I lightly slap him and stop, content to move at my own slow, hard pace despite the fact that my cock wants more. It gets that when Squall’s cool, callused hand wraps around it and pumps at the same speed as my hips move. Fuck, this feels good. I don’t want it to stop. Not now, when we’re both so damn close to coming that I can almost taste it…

My orgasm comes first, after Squall speeds up his hand and rests his cheek against my shoulder, his breath hot and heavy. And as soon as I’ve stopped spurting into his hand, he seems to think that he can get what he wants in a hurry now. I’d complain, but it feels good to have him moving fast and hard inside me, arms holding me close and squeezing me when he grunts and shudders.

I don’t even wanna move to ungag him, but I have to eventually. After we’ve both come back down to earth, I get off his lap, take the belt off his face, and start getting dressed again while watching him tug out the dildo and slowly look around for his clothes. Still not sure what possessed me to drag him in here now, when classes finished barely thirty minutes earlier, but it was definitely fun.

He leaves first, followed by me a couple moments later. Nothing like sex to help clear the mind and get rid of the overwhelming urge to kill something that I was feeling earlier. Stupid student had the nerve to ask me if I enjoyed living with the knowledge that a whole shitload of kids were parentless because of my actions. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed not to walk across the room and beat the shit out of him.

Squall was proud of me, which I think kinda helped lead to the wonderful fun we just had. Fuck, my ass is starting to hurt a bit. You didn’t even prep yourself, of course you’re gonna hurt. Moron.

I got Hyperion back yesterday. Maybe I should go to the Training Center to give her a workout and show the others here that I can still fight just as good as I used to. Some things change with time, but some sure as hell don’t.

Squally ain’t in his room when I get there, but I don’t really give a rat’s ass. He’s mine in the sexual department, but right now, that’s as much as I own him. Might change in the future, though.

After a quick check to see if my gunblade’s oiled and loaded right, I go to have some fun slaughtering innocent bugs. If I had a GF, I’d be drawing as much Sleep and Silence as I could carry, but they won’t let me have one right now. Not like I’m overly fond of them anyway. Never liked the feeling of something inside my head and nobody knows why.

The more that I kill, the more the stupid Grats keep coming after me. It’s like they want revenge for their dead relatives or something. But what the fuck is up with this weird buzzing noise in my head? And now I feel tired, but I can’t lie down in the middle of the Training Center. I’ll get mobbed. Aww, fuck it. Squall will help me. I’ll just lie down for a bit….

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The blond boy lies there in the state between awake and asleep until he becomes aware of the hot wetness on the sheets around his upper thighs and groin. Uh oh, I had a accident. Gotta change the sheets or Mommy’s gonna be mad at me.

What the hell kinda dream is this?

What’s that scary voice in my head? Mommy….

He gets up slowly and begins stripping the sheets off his small bed, being careful not to make more noise than he really has to. His small body trembles both with cold and nerves as the wet sheets, pajama bottoms, and underwear get tossed into the washer clumsily. The sound of it starting would wake up the woman currently passed out on the floor nearby, so nothing else happens. But on the way back to his bedroom, the boy accidentally steps on his mother’s hand and she wakes up.

Somebody wake me up, now.

“Huh? Little fucker, did you wake me up again? What do I have to tell you about leaving your mother alone when she’s sleeping, even if that’s in the middle of the floor?” she grumbles while standing up as the boy steps back, big hazel eyes wide with apprehension. Oops…please don’t hurt me, Mommy. I didn’t mean to do anything wrong.

What the fuck is going on? Why would I dream this shit?

She staggers to her feet, using the washer for support, and then notices both his nudity and the contents of the open appliance. Without any warning or hesitation, the woman backhands her son and doesn’t even care that her ring left a small cut on his cheek.

The boy cries and starts running for his bed, a place where he knows he’ll be safe if he can just pretend to be asleep until she passes out again. But he slips and feels her coming up behind him. Mommies aren’t supposed to do this. Stop it, Mommy…

If someone hits this kid on the head, will I wake up? Fucking wimp, fight back.

One hand connects with his rear end sharply several times as the other grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him to his feet.

“Stupid little bastard. How many times do I have to tell you to piss before you go to sleep so you don’t wet the bed? Would’ve aborted you with a coat hanger if I could have known you’d be like this. Four-year-olds aren’t supposed to wet the bed, fucktard. Hyne, you’re such a little shit sometimes, Seifer. I wish you had never been fucking born.” Her every word is punctuated with a harsh slap to the boy’s face or rear, even as he cries and squirms, trying to get away from her violent grip.

Seifer?! Okay, my name ain’t common, so what the fucking hell is going on here?!

Mommy, please stop hurting me. I miss how you were before Daddy went away and didn’t come back. And make the scary voice stop.

He keeps struggling, small hands balled into fists that land weakly against his mother’s forearms in an attempt at self-defense that isn’t working very well. The drunken woman just laughs before dropping him roughly onto the couch and punching him in the mouth, which only makes him cry louder as blood leaks down over his chin and onto his chest.

Hyne, the brat’s weak.

“If you’re gonna punch a person, learn to do it right. One of these days, I’m gonna take you down to the docks and drop you into the ocean or something. Idiot like you shouldn’t be allowed to grow up,” she snarls before punching him again once he sits up, making the back of the boy’s head smack against the wooden wall. It hurts real bad, Mommy. Why are you hurting me and laughing like that? Can’t you remember when you were a good mommy? It’s all dark and the mean voice won’t go away….

Make this fucking nightmare stop. I don’t know what’s going on, but I want to wake up now, dammit.

Everything nearly fades out before the woman appears to regret it and lightly taps her son’s cheek. “Baby, are you okay? Mommy didn’t mean to hit your head so hard. She just drank too much. Baby?”

Lying cunt. Wish I could kill her.

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When I wake up, I ache and I’m drenched in sweat although it’s not too hot or cold here. Why is there grass around my head, though? And why are there people staring at me? Then I remember the weird sleepiness that came over me as I was fighting and the almost impossibly absurd dream I had. The little kid had my name, and he had hazel eyes and blond hair. Just like me….

“You okay, Seifer? Couple of students said they saw you pass out or something and I got here as soon as I could get Xu to shut up,” Squall tells me while helping me to my feet and keeping one arm around my waist for support.

I shake my head and sigh as we head out, one of the cadets who went for help handing Hyperion to me. “I…had a really fucked up dream. Don’t exactly wanna talk about it, though.”

I dreamt I was a little idiot.

He shrugs and stays close to me. “If you ever want to, you know where I am.”

I think I’m falling in love with him. Wait, why did I just think that?
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A/N: Okay, if that sex scene seemed pointless, well it really was. There won’t be much smut for a while in this fic, so I decided to put in one here to tide you over. Seifer’s confused as hell about what happened to him, but I think some of you readers might be able to have some kind of clue about it. If not, it should be clearer later.

And this is advance warning that the next chapter will contain content that most of you will find at least some degree of disturbing. I’m still averaging one update a month, so stay patient.

Review responses:

Tsubasa No Koe – There’s obviously more trust now, don’t you think? Seifer and Squall’s relationship is going to be strained and tested by what’s happening to him, but they’re definitely closer now because Seifer learned to give in.

Lady Caos – Here’s proof that being the one on bottom doesn’t have to mean any less control. The plot is running away with its own life now.