Mine

Disclaimer: Seifer and Squall are the property of Square Enix. I don’t get anything from this other than amusement and a warm squishy feeling inside when I read reviews.

A/N: This is fluff and smut because the plot bunnies attacked me and ordered me to write it out before Seifer’s birthday (December 22). And since I’m in an oddly good mood today, I’m not going to be abusing the bishies…for a change. Excuse the terrible Seifer OOCness, please. Oh, and I promise I'll have more of "Forsaken" up by New Year's.
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You’ve been hinting that there’s something special planned for today, but I haven’t been asking because I know you’ll never tell me a damned thing. This is your game today, Squall, and I’ll play along. Let’s see what you’re doing for me on my birthday.

I haven’t seen you since you headed up to your office this morning and I’m going crazy because of that. They all joke we can’t keep our hands off each other, but it’s more than just sex to me. I don’t know how long that’s been true, but I just know that it is.

I, Seifer Almasy, am in love. Scared me at first because I never expected to fall for you, Leonhart. But I did and you still don’t know that. There’s no way to tell if you feel the same, but even if you don’t, I’ll still love you.

Hyne, I’m sounding like some teenage girl on a bad TV drama.

It’s late, after dark, and I didn’t even see you at dinner in the cafeteria. Fuck, you have to be up to something big, something that takes planning and setup…or maybe just balls. A little annoyed, though curious at the same time, I head to the dorm room we both share. It was yours before I gathered up the courage to come back, but nothing’s been the same since that first night in the “secret area” of the training center.

They still avoid me in the halls for some reason, scared of what I once was without bothering to learn that I’m not the same person I used to be. Only you bothered to look at me and see that.

I slide the door open and walk in slowly and quietly, boots making hardly a noise on the floor. My eyes look around, see the red candles everywhere. Well, well, well…looks like you made an effort to be romantic. Maybe you care after all.

After a moment, I spot you, staring out the window and seemingly unaware of my presence. I smirk and slowly walk up to you, wrap my arms around your waist, and kiss your neck softly.

“Hey, Squally…place looks nice,” I purr, tongue flicking across the back of your ear.

You jump before turning your head and looking up at me, weight comfortably relaxed against my chest. Fuck, even holding you feels nice and right, in some weird way.

“I wasn’t expecting you this early. I was thinking.” As usual, what you leave unsaid is just as important as what you do say. Must be something important you were thinking about, to not notice me at all.

My hands roam, one sliding up your stomach as the other rests on your hip and I keep kissing and nipping at your neck, enjoying the way your breath hitches and your eyes close, totally giving yourself up to me. You’re mine, Squall, and everyone else is just jealous because they’ll never have you.

“Mmm…Seifer, don’t distract me. I’m trying to think about something.”

Laughing, I nibble your earlobe and slide my other hand down your pants, intent on “distracting” you as much as possible. I don’t want you to think, I just want you relaxed, in my arms, and then on the bed.

Maybe I should say what I feel for you. Actions speak louder than words, though, so maybe you’ve gotten the hint already from my slow kisses and gentle touches lately. But you always did like it rough and I’ve given you what you wanted in the end, every single time.

You turn, rest your head on my shoulder, and mumble something unintelligible against my neck. I arch a brow and move my hands, cupping your ass and the back of your neck. “Say that again where I can hear you, babe.”

Now it’s your turn to look at me weird, one deep brown brow arching as your eyes meet mine, that blue-gray gaze looking directly at me.

But whatever nerve you have at that moment disappears as your mouth opens, pretty face again sinking against the crook of my neck. I step backwards, still holding you, sit on the edge of the bed, pull you into my lap, and lift your head, leather-covered finger trailing across those pouty lips as I look into your eyes. In the back of my mind, I know what you’re having trouble actually saying so I can hear you.

“I’m in love with you, Squall.” After my simple statement, I kiss you slowly and deeply, our tongues brushing against each other while we taste and explore the mouths we know well by now. Lips stay together for Hyne only knows how long because I’ve gotten it out now, actually admitted my feelings.

But I break it after a short while, panting and holding you against me while more words enter my mind. “You’re always going to be mine. I’m not going anywhere because I’m not complete without you in my life. We’ve always been opposite, two halves of one whole…so you don’t have to be scared of feeling anything for me.”

An actual smile lights up your face, then you touch the scar between your eyes and look up at me, sighing with what I’m guessing is relief.

“Thank you for saying it first. Now I don’t have to be scared of sounding like an idiot. I’m in love with you, too. I have been for a long time.”

I’ve decided that’s enough of the sappy stuff for now, so I kiss you again, a bit more intensely this time. You respond eagerly, tongue entering my mouth and tickling the roof of it, so I suck once and smirk through the kiss as you groan, hips pressing down against mine. Seems like not seeing each other all day has gotten you just as eager as me.

Heat spreads from my stomach on down to my groin while I cup the back of your head, fingers weaving through your hair and can only kiss you still. Fuck, this feels even better than usual. Is it because we haven’t really touched since morning or because we admitted our feelings? Maybe both.

The cold metal of Griever falls against my neck and chest while you lean into me a little more, but I don’t pay much attention to it. Instead, I slowly squeeze your ass, feel the tight muscles beneath those pants. Everyone else might stare, but I’m the only one who’s ever touched you like this because you’re mine and mine alone.

You moan even more through our kiss before having to pull back to catch your breath. Fuck, you look even hotter than usual right now – hair all messed up, face flushed, lips pressure-swollen. I could just fuck you right now, but I won’t.

Instead, I go back to marking your neck, slowly biting, sucking, and nibbling at it as you squirm a little bit in my lap. You’re hard and I can feel it against my stomach just like you can feel my erection against your ass. That moving around and whimpering doesn’t making things any easier on me either. Sound turns me on and you know it.

“All mine…” I whisper before slowly squeezing the bulge in your pants, chuckling to myself as you press your hips into the touch and I keep fondling you. You whimper even more and rock against me, wordlessly demanding more. I’m nice enough to give in after being grateful that you’re not wearing any belts today, undoing the fly of your pants, sliding my hands down them, and stroking your cock a few times.

“Nnngh, Seifer…just fuck me, please?”

Shaking my head, I keep stroking you until the sounds you make have gotten me unbearably hard. Only you can do this to me, Squall, get me so turned on that I can’t think with my brain and just do what my dick tells me to do. And I know I’m the only one who can do it to you because I’m the only one you’ve ever been with.

Without saying anything, you get off my lap, tug your pants off, and walk away long enough to grab the lube kept in our nightstand drawer. I nod approvingly and undo my fly. But before I can take what’s in your hand, you tug off one glove with your teeth, squeeze some of the cool, slick substance onto your palm and stroke me a few times.

I gasp and rock my hips as you smirk because you know that caught me off guard, but I don’t care because it’s good to have you touching me and looking at me like that, a hint of mischief visible in that usually serious gaze.

Our lips meet in another lip-bruising, breath-stealing kiss while you tease me with your hand, then move it back, straddle my lap again, and slide yourself onto me without saying a word.

Sweet Hyne, you feel so good and hot and tight that I can’t help but moan. Thought is impossible right now, just the feeling of your ass around my cock and your head on my shoulder, warm breath against my neck while my arms wrap around you tightly.

All I can hear is your moans, whimpers, and other pleased sounds as my hips rock fast, every time trying to hit your prostate. This is perfect pleasure and torture mingled together, being deep inside your tight ass as I fuck you and can only say your name over and over between my own pleased noises.

I take off one glove, add a little of the lube to the palm of my hand, and jack you off in time with my thrusts, which makes you louder. I smirk, then bite where neck and shoulder meet because I can tell that we’re both close and you like the pain right now.

Not long after I do that, I move my hips even faster, pounding away at your sweet spot and gasp something my ears don’t register, but is probably close to, “Love you, Squall,” as I come hard, filling you with my seed and gasping for air. Fuck, Leonhart, I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before.

It only takes a few last pumps of my hand to finish you off and you just grunt while tensing up, coating both of our chest and stomachs, as well as my hand. Lying back on the bed, I pull you with me and smile before saying a single word in your ear.

“Mine.”