My Room, My Rules

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Lang, M/M, Slash


Chapter 8: And Now, On With The Show …


Irvine nodded and headed out as well. A quiet calm descended on the room. Seifer patted the hand still on his shoulder, then as one, the blondes looked over at their Commander, ready to offer their aid in whatever he decided to do next. Squall slumped back into his chair, and met their gaze squarely, before asking the question that had truly been bugging him for the past half hour.

“So, Seifer. When were you going to tell me that you were the new Sorceress?”

The ex -Knight stared at his Commander, shocked down to his toes. “I’m not. Whatever gave you that idea, P.B.?”

Stormy silver flicked over to the martial artist who was looking just as mystified. Chuckling, Squall listed his points on his fingers, much as Seifer had earlier. “First, Zell, why did Seifer’s being withdrawn bother you so much? Why did it almost physically hurt when he cut himself off? Why did you feel driven to draw him out of his shell?”

“It just wasn’t Seifer, that’s all!” the little blonde said defensively. “He’s *not* a Sorceress!”

“Mmmm, right,” the brunette replied noncommittally. “And what about all the shit you are putting me through getting ‘It’ back?”

Zell looked downright mutinous and refused to say anything. Seifer was curious, but stayed quiet. He’d pin the Commando Chicken down about the mysterious ‘It’ later. Squall contemplated the two blondes for a moment, then brought out the big guns.

“Zell, what did you see when I grabbed your wrist?”

The fighter thought for a moment and answered slowly, “You were glowing sort of a pale silvery blue.”

“And you were ...” Squall prompted.

“Glowing a brighter light blue, almost cyan.”

“And Seifer ...”

“Was a brilliant emerald green, almost blinding he was so bright.”

“And when you looked at Rinoa ...”

“Just a smoky shape, no color. I couldn’t tell which was Rin and which was Xu on the couch.”

“And when you knew what the threat was, you threw your ‘Sorceress’ on the floor, covered ‘her’ with your body, protecting ‘her’, and wouldn’t let ‘her’ up until the threat had passed.”

“Oh shit,” came the reply in unison. Then Zell got the biggest cheese eating grin on his face. “Hey, Se-Fe, since you’re the Sorceress, does that make you *my* bitch?” He easily ducked the elbow thrown his way, laughing.

“No, but it does make you a *flame broiled* chicken wuss if you keep it up!”

The Commando laughed again, then fell silent as a thought occurred to him. “Se-Fe, maybe this is the reason for your magic problems. If your stats are cranked up now from being the Sorceress, then it goes to reason that your casting abilities would be increased. That’s why your spells are so much more powerful.”

Squall nodded. “Entirely possible. Did you have Odine check you over while you were in Esthar?”

Seifer just gave the brunette ‘the Look’. “Do you think I am letting that freak anywhere near me? Please, I do have some standards left.”

“Seriously, Seifer.”

“I am serious,” he snapped. “I am not letting that fashion disaster anywhere near me with his ‘testing equipment’. Don’t push me on this, Commander. I won’t. Period. You don’t know what he does in the name of science. He’s a fucking criminal!”

“What about Matron?” asked Zell, trying to derail the looming confrontation. The newly ex-Knight and the Sorcerer turned as one at the question. “She knows about Power and abilities and everything. Maybe she would train Seifer? Or give him some pointers? Or at least us practice on her island. I mean other than the ruins, it‘s already pretty decimated, so if we blow up half the island, nobody is gonna miss it.”

Squall sat back and thought it out. “Ok, you don’t have to deal with Odine *if* Edea will take you as Apprentice.”

“Fine. So what are you gonna do about Rinoa?” Seifer asked his Commander as he leaned back carefully once more.

“As little as possible. Her contract with the Garden is null and void. She made the mistake of saying in public that Timber was pacified. Added to that, I’m sure I can get enough lawyers to pile on about ‘fraud’ with her renouncing her Powers without telling me. That bridge is burned but good. She’s Caraway’s or Timber’s problem child, not mine.”

“Think she was the spy?”

“I wish, Seifer. But no. The spy passed on things that Rin had no access to. She’s a ditz, but she’s not the traitor, at least in that sense. I am still monumentally pissed about her not telling me about the Power change.”

“Granted. How can we help with you being at ends Knight-wise?”

“Keep it quiet for now,” replied the brunette after a bit of thought. “I don’t want Galbadia knowing that you, Ultimitia’s ex-Knight is now imbued with Sorceress powers,” he said, intentionally misunderstanding the question. “They think you’re going to go dark at a moments notice anyway. This really won’t help that impression. Also, that would put Rin in danger. She’s a ditz, but I don’t want them thinking if they off her they can get her Powers.”

“They wouldn’t, her Knight would,” murmured Seifer. “And I don’t think we need the Ice Princess getting anymore Powerful, do we?”

Zell snickered, but pulled an innocent face when Squall glared at him. “As I was saying,” the commander growled at the pair of ingenious faces before him. “I think it would be best if you both went to Matron for a while. With the meeting we just had, the spy will think I sent you on an intelligence mission and will put their energies into discovering what that might be, giving me some time to find them.”

“You got it, P.B.” Seifer stood and held a hand out to Zell. “C’mon, Chickie. Let’s get out of here. The bow freak should be in any minute.” He gave Squall a flippant salute. “He’s all yours, Commander.”

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Waving goodbye to Matron, Seifer and Zell set sail in the assault boat Squall had lent them for the journey, automatically set to carry its precious cargo to Balamb Harbor. At the observation rail, they watched Centra Island recede into the distance. The gunbladist let out a tired sigh before nuzzling the platinum hair tucked beneath his chin.

“Worried about going back? It’s only been two months since that day in Squall’s office. You did really well to get a handle on it so quickly.”

Snuffle, snuffle. Nuzzle, nuzzle.

“Okaaaaay. Ever figure out how Ultimitia gave you your powers?”

“She didn’t.” The reply was muffled as the Sorcerer began to nip and suckle at his Commando’s neck.

The fighter turned about, flabbergasted. “You mean we’ve blown up two-third’s of Matron’s island to figure out control of ‘nonexistent’ powers?!?” he asked, disbelieving of Seifer's apparent nonchalance.

“I didn’t say my powers were nonexistent. What I said was that Ultimitia didn’t give them to me.” Dark green eyes twinkled mischievously as strong arms pulled the unresisting martial artist back into his embrace. As he leaned down to claim the firm, sensuous lips once more, the fighter bent back to avoid the kiss and glared up at him.

“Then who the fuck did?”

“Did what?” Seifer asked in an innocent tone.

“Don’t play with me, asshole,” snarled his Commando. “Who gave you your powers?!?”

“Adel.”

“That psycho bitch?!? She …”

“Drop it, Chickie.”

Zell closed his mouth, but still looked disgruntled.

“Stop and look at it for a moment. Matron had her whole life to prepare and fight against Ultimitia’s invasion and control, and still she lost. Adel was ambushed, then basically became a shadow in her own body as Ultimitia controlled the country and sought out younger and younger Sorceresses to use in Time Compression. She could not stop Ultimitia, so she hid a portion of her consciousness and her Power, a major feat in itself. Trust me. Hiding anything from Ultimitia, let alone Power, is near impossible. When Ultimitia merged with Griever and totally focused on battling you guys, Adel was finally free. Her last conscious act was to alter me enough to pass her Power on. She knew when Ultimitia was destroyed, some of the Power would search for a different host, and therefore made me ‘look’ like a to-be Sorceress, and the Powers would be attracted to me. That must be how I got out of Time Compression. I was already becoming a Sorcerer, and just didn‘t realize.”

Zell looked thoughtfully at the horizon, then nodded. “But where did you come out? I mean, we all knew to head for the field by Matron’s, ‘cause that’s what Squall’s said Rinoa could bring us to. But you didn’t have that, so where did you come out?”

The bigger blonde buried his face in the platinum strands below his chin and mumbled into the softness.

“Se-Fe! Answer me! You ‘re avoiding the question.”

“Well, there was this bar, and I remember being *really* pissed that I wouldn’t live to see it again. Then ‘pouf’, and I was on the sidewalk.”

“’Pouf’, huh?”

“Yep.”

“And the name?”

“What?”

“What was the name of this life saving bar?”

“Mmmm….”

“Se-Fe…” the fighter said warningly.

“Chi-ckie…Baby …”

“Don’t Chi-ckie-Baby me. What was the name?” the martial artist made to move away.

“But I haven’t even been there since you locked me out of my room that day!”

“The name, Se-Fe.”

“But …”

Zell started to move away, only to be yanked back. “Ok, ok. You win,” grouched the Sorcerer as he tucked his Commando tightly back into his embrace. “The Flip Side, ok?”

“The Flip Side … in Deling City?” at Seifer’s hesitant nod, a huge grin spread across the features of the short but stocky blonde. “The female-impersonator bar?”

“Some of those guys can *really* sing!” the gunbladist defended himself.

“Yeah,” snorted Zell. “If you like show tunes … wait a minute! That *wasn’t* Squall’s ‘No Business Like Show Business’ CD, was it? Big, Bad Se-Fe likes *show tunes*?!?”

“Chickie, if you don’t shut up, I’m gonna …”

“Gonna what, ‘Ethel’?” (1)

Making sure they were out of the line of sight of Matron’s cottage, Seifer pinned his Commando to the rail and attacked his neck.

“Se-Fe … what the …” the fighter asked brokenly as the gunbladist’s hands reacquainted themselves with the lithe form.

“You … said … no … sex … while … learning …” explained the bigger blonde as he interspersed kisses and licks with his words as he worked his way up the tanned column to the hollow behind the martial artist’s jaw, all the while tearing at Zell‘s shirt. “Learning over … sex now!” he growled.

“Here?!?” the fighter cried out disbelievingly as his shirt was pulled off and tossed over the side.

“Here. Now. Strip.”

“But … but …” Zell sputtered, “We‘re on the observation deck of an assault boat in broad daylight. Mmmm … Se-Fe, we … ooohhhh ….can’t … aaah, yes!”

“Hold on, Chickie. Don’t let go of the rail,” came the whispered order as strong fingers nimbly opened his skater shorts. “No matter what.” A hot hand slid under his waistband as blunt fingers begged for entrance to those firm lips. “Don’t.” A calloused palm scraped his ass as the shorts were slowly slid off to crumple on the deck. “Let.” The blunt, soaked fingers left his mouth to tease his other entrance. “Go.” One soaked finger pressed in, opening up muscles left bereft for two months.

“Seeeee - Feeeeee!” the fighter whined, grinding back against the invasion, possible voyeurs forgotten already. “Baby, please!” He begged and arched back, relaxing to let the second finger join the first. “Quit teasing, Se-Fe!” Hips bucked as he groaned and rode the waves of pleasure from the stroking of his hot spot. Seifer wasn’t the only one suffering from the two months of enforced celibacy, but it had been the only way he could get the gunbladist to take Matron‘s lessons seriously. No nookie was an effective sword, though a double edged one.

“Putting yourself in my evil clutches?” husked the Sorcerer teasingly, dropping his own trousers and sweeping his trench coat out of the way.

“Always,” came the breathy reply as the third finger joined the party. “Now, Se-Fe. I need you now!” The magic fingers slowly retracted, leaving the fighter to growl in frustration. The sea spray dampened them both, but neither noticed as the gunbladist nudged at Zell’s pucker. “Oh, yes, please, baby!”

When Seifer popped himself through that tight ring of muscle, he groaned as he finally felt that moist heat after prolonged celibacy. Hyne, Chickie always felt so good! So hot and welcoming, it felt like sliding home. He held himself still to let his Commando adjust to his girth, kissing the nape of his neck and licking his way down the muscular shoulder.

“Hyne, Se-Fe! I said *now*!” Zell growled as he shoved himself back onto the gunbladist’s cock, not stopping until his hips snuggled against the Sorcerer’s. He groaned at the feeling of fullness. “Oooohhh, yes. Too long. Hyne, it’s been too long.”

The fighter’s sudden movement pushed the gunbladist to the edge of his control. “Chi … Chi …ckie …I … I … can’t …hold …”

“So don’t, baby,” husked the martial artist. “Give to me raw. Take me, Se-Fe. Let go.”

With a roar, Seifer palmed the fighter between the shoulder blades, knocking his upper torso over the railing and driving in to that tight channel again. “Hyne, yeesssss! Chickie!” And then words were lost in the maelstrom of feeling as the Sorcerer plowed into his Commando, losing what little control he had. Desperate to give his lover the same pleasure he was about to experience, the gunbladist reached beneath and began stroking the fighter in time to his own thrusts. A growl started deep in his throat as he felt the beginnings of his orgasm churning.

Zell fleetingly thought that the rail was certainly going to leave a line bruise across his upper thighs, then that thought and all others were gone as Seifer gave his cock a gentle squeeze and then picked up the pace. As His Sorcerer totally lost control, the Commando loved it. He reveled in the love and trust the bigger blonde had in him in order to totally let go. He relaxed and arched just a little more so that the gunbladist would stroke against his spot with every stroke. Grasping the railing a little tighter, he began pushing back, meeting the deep thrusts. “Se-Fe! Harder!” he moaned, his voice rising in pitch and volume. “Oh yes. Take me! Take me! Hyne, baby! Oooohhh! Yeaahhhhhh!”

The growl became a full-throated roar as the Sorcerer’s orgasm started, and he thrust deeply into his Commando once, twice more, then the fighter’s voice screamed as his orgasm hit and tremors wracked his stocky frame from its intensity. The gunbladist grasped the trembling hips with both hands and thrust once more. His continued roar joined with his Commando’s as his orgasm finally hit, taking them both over the edge. The bigger blonde’s fingers dug into those muscular hips as he held his lover close, burying himself in that incredible heat.

Zell desperately held on as his legs gave way, and he collapsed against the rail, the gunbladist’s body slumped over his own. His head was spinning, and his vision had tunneled until he could only see a small area. Seifer’s weight pinned him to the rail, but he was unable to protest until he could finally get some air into his lungs. “Mmmmm …” he moaned, shifting underneath his lover.

“Hyne, Chickie, that was …”

“Mmmmm…”

“Chickie?” warm breath ghosted across the nape of the fighter’s neck as the gunbladist slowly drew out.

“Mmmmm,” came the moaning complaint.

“Ok, babe,” the Sorcerer said softly as he kissed his Commando’s shoulder. “I’ll take care of everything.” Leaving their clothes strewn about the deck, he picked up the fighter and carried him below to the feathered pads he had set up in the cargo area earlier. Carefully laying the martial artist down in the soft mats, he kissed his forehead and tucked him under the quilt. Setting the assault boat’s computer to wake them up 45 minutes out from Balamb Harbor, Seifer crawled into the feather bed, drew his lover close, and smiled. Hyne was in her Heaven, and all was right in Seifer’s World.


TBC

(1) "No Business Like Show Business" sung by Ethel Merman. I tried to pick a show tune/artist I thought everybody would know. "And Now, On With The Show ..."