Khol

~Obligatory Statement~

I don't own any of the characters from this game. I won't even PRETEND to. I stole them and made them do naughty things to one another out of my own need for amusement, and out of the needs others have *for* such entertainment. Characters aren't mine, but the actual story contained herein *is*. Now on to the story!

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What was I thinking?

Three months in the summer sun has left my skin dark. My hair was golden and my jade eyes unnaturally bright as they scrutinized the image in the mirror. I ran a hand through my unkempt hair.

What the *hell* was I thinking?

Zell had assured me that men had worn things like this once, but what kind of *man* wears a skirt? And the jewelry- god damn but I look like a sissy. Of course, I know that my bare skin will bring me quite a bit of attention. Still… it’s a skirt! I feel as if I may as well be naked!

The waistband was drawn over my hips, leaving a bit too much of my lower anatomy uncovered; right down to the V of skin that leads downward. The cloth falling from there was more like two squares attached to a strip around my waist than a skirt. It was a pair of triangles, cut away at each side to bare my legs, which makes me damn uncomfortable. I don’t have the shapely thighs Squall has (of course I’d notice- I’ve seen him naked in the showers before and I’m not the sort of guy to turn away when a fine piece of ass presents itself), and I don’t have the beautiful legs Zell has, either. Mine are more muscle than supple curves or a martial artist’s compact strength. Of course, now that there isn’t a spot of hair on my body I could probably pull it off as a really stocky girl. If I saw a person with a body like mine in a skirt like this, I’d call him a pussy and stare at his chest instead.

Because I have a *damn* fine chest.

Screw having skin like Squall. I am a bronze GOD. Instead of a soft chest, I have hard planes of muscle. Two gold snakes twine around my upper arms, slightly constricting. Two more, exactly like them but smaller and set with deep red stones, wrap around my ankles and up my legs. I stared for a while, then shook my head. It’s impossible- even in a skirt I am far too much man to be a sissy. Hell, I’m probably sexier than usual, with most of my skin revealed. I’d almost say it’s worth it just to show off my beauty. My *manly* beauty. Goddamn. *I* would sleep with me. I’m getting turned on just looking at myself.

I still sneered at the skirt in my image, satisfied that even in folds of crimson fabric I’m still daunting. An insult from a skirted warrior probably hurts twice as much. I walked out of the bathroom and into the room, picking up a small hand mirror standing on the table by the bed, and then the eyeliner next to it. I wasn’t particularly interested in it- not that I couldn’t put it on. I know how to do *anything*. It’s just that all SeeD cadets have a working knowledge of make-up and other girly shit that can be used as camouflage or altering appearances, and eyeliner is a bitch. This stuff is kohl- kinda like black charcoal for the eyes, if you ask me, and just as annoying if you slip up and stab yourself in the fucking eye. Which I did. Twice. After I’d cussed it out, I looked at myself in the mirror again. It had a strangely feline effect on my sharp eyes; a person could probably cut themselves and bleed half to death on my glance. I finished and put the small mirror and dark stick in the nightstand drawer.

“I don’t have much time to get ready,” I heard Zell say as he walked through the living room door. “Selphie’s party starts in an hour and she’ll hate us if we’re late.” His voice had grown gradually closer and now he stood at the door to our bedroom, eyes on me. “Ohhh,” he said on an exhalation, turning it into a growl. I threw my head up haughtily. Was that appreciation I heard?

“Like what you see?” I asked, smirking and running a hand along one of my hips. He turned and shut the door, locking it, and came to where I sat on the bed. My legs were behind me, feet pointing backwards. I don’t doubt that I make an exceptionally attractive picture.

“You have no idea,” he assured me. I gestured with a nod to the door. “I just want a better look at you,” he said smoothly.

“Mm. A look all you want?” I watched him as he sat down. First, his eyes refused to leave mine as he studied the effect of the kohl. Then he turned his attention to the arm bands I wore. He reached out, touching one with uncalloused fingers. “Aren’t we supposed to be leaving?” I asked in a low voice.

“You aren’t getting out of this room,” he replied, leaning forward as if in emphasis. I blinked; surprised he would be willing to face Selphie down for this.

“Really?” I almost purred. As soon as the word was finished rolling from my tongue, he thrust forward to forcefully claim my lips. I fought him for dominance briefly before being quelled by his powerful onslaught. He tasted me thoroughly, roughly. Never before had Zell expressed such aggression- hell, he hadn’t expressed minimal interest in seeing me spread, and I felt the thrill of a pleasant surprise as his hands found my upper arms and held me still for him to plunder. My blood wasn’t slow to get moving, and soon the heat of his rough handling ran along my neck and back. Fire was brewing, blood pounding through my dick as he continued to taste my mouth. There was something violent in him that there never had been before. At least, that I’d never seen.

One of his hands was on the back of my neck, forcing me to him, and the other held my body to him so that as he pushed me down, I couldn’t fight. Not that I wanted to. My chickie was surprising me, and I didn’t want it to stop. So I didn’t let it. I wrapped one leg around his after making sure that I wouldn’t lie down on top of them, and that motion spurred him on. I was quivering under him, shocked at myself and my quick submission. He was stroking my stomach and chest and arms, wrapping lovingly around the jewelry I wore as if it were part of me, and I wondered what it meant to succumb so fast. Well, it’s not as if I’m less of a man for taking what I want, even if that means all I have to do is lay still. As I thought that, only a second’s worth of thought before it left me, he kept touching me in ways I hadn’t been touched before with such complete lust driving him. I relaxed into it, doing what I told other people to do all the time. And when I did, each little sensation was stronger for it. Like the grind of his groin against mine. That was definitely a powerful pleasure. He was doing it slowly, torturously. I don’t even think he knew he was doing it as he explored me. He managed to lift up the front of the skirt I was wearing, even as he bit my nipple with sharp teeth (not too hard), and sat up to look down at me. I bet I look like any girl (in a skirt), bright red and panting. He pulled up the skirt a bit more, managing to bunch it into the waist so that it wouldn’t pull free while my body rocked (I felt a sharp push of arousal tugging my crotch) and then looked down. His interest was another jolt, and I was so ready I was starting to drip. He smirked, a hand tracing where there’d once been hair (clipped meticulously short), and watched as I bucked into it. There was a feral lilt to his lips. I would’ve been scared… if I didn’t like it so much, and maybe if I wasn’t so ready for him. I think he knew that I wanted it, too. He reached over to the table, rummaged in it for a bit and pulled out the lubricant. I kept relaxed as he pushed one finger inside of me, his hand touching where there had once been hair around my balls. I sighed, my hands somehow had locked onto the bars at the headboard earlier and I continued to hold on so that I focused on clenching them instead of my ass. He added a second finger to the third, scissoring me open and preparing my body for entry. Before long, there were three fingers opening me and making sure he wouldn’t hurt me as I got ready. The pulse between my legs was getting more ferocious, not less, at the thought of what he was going to do. He’d never fucked me before; it’d always been the other way around. I wonder what it’ll do to him. Finally, his hand was gone, and something fleshier was getting ready to take its place. I felt one hand take my right ankle and wrap it over his hip, the other doing the same with my left. He lovingly touched the smooth skin of my legs, then looked down into my face. I shut my eyes, getting ready for his invasion.

“Don’t look away,” he told me. I looked up at him and as soon as I did he was pushing inside with a forceful thrust. I kept my body relaxed, save my arms, and watched as he pushed into my heat. He stopped halfway, and then pulled out almost entirely. Then he pushed all the way in, and I saw how his face changed with it. I was tight on him, unused to being the one entered, and I knew it must’ve been better than any woman could be.

He established a slow pace. He’d push in, completely, and then out almost completely. Soon he didn’t stop even a bit. He was constantly in motion inside me, and I was resting my head on the pillows as he rocked me with it. The pulse grew stronger through me. I was crying out sharply with each thrust, and those cries turned to moans... finally, those moans turned to words as I felt his nails on my side. "Nnnnn, Hyne..." I started. "Fuck me, Zell..." He was moving faster than before, and I hadn’t noticed the speed changing because it was so gradual. He was taking different angles, and before I had a chance to realize why he showed me.

I cried out, a deep throaty sound. He’d struck pay dirt, and I shook. He knew what had happened and he continued to hit it, repeatedly, growing faster. Each time, it was like that fire that had been burning inside grew, and I was burning with it. I listened to him grunt and moan as he gained speed. I panted, but it was from the strength of his thrusts.

"Ohhh, Zell... Come on, Zell. Do it to me. Do it to me Zell... Nnnn..." I panted again, trying to gain my breath. The feeling inside kept growing, and I knew that feeling in the bottom of my stomach that meant I was getting closer to shooting out all over him. But each time I nearly shook to completion, it receded, as if he was planning it that way. It was an eternity, locked underneath him, my throat and mouth dry with panting, calling out to him. When I thought it could get no better, one of his strong hands wrapped around my throbbing cock and began pumping in sharp counterpoint to his thrusts. "Nnnn! Uh... fuck me Zell! Harder!" It was like being pounded with pleasure. That’s exactly what it was. I was bucking into his hips, rather than into his hand, and as he sped up, I couldn’t feel him leave that place deep inside of me. I was shaking. I was pulling him closer with my legs. And then I was spilling all over him, cum on his hands as I cried out from the vortex of it. As if that’s what he was waiting for, he came in me a second later. It was like hitting the top of the room, and it was so powerful I was shaking with it, arching into him and crying out in one long breathless moan. It was powerful. It was Zell forcing me to do exactly what I wanted. Heat rushed over me, body shaking, pleasure exploding through me like a supernova. It lasted longer than I thought it could, and he pumped my dick with his hands a few more times when it was over, pulling out of me and then laying next to me. I panted, trying to regain my breath.

“That… was… incredible,” he said shakily. I nodded my head, agreeing. “Oh, Hyne.”

“Yeah…” I said, panting. “But now we’re late to the party.” He looked up at the clock. An hour.

“Shit!” He tried to leap out of the bed and almost succeeded, but ended up flopping onto the bed again as he didn’t have the strength to get all the way to his feet in one motion. I’d worn him out, and it was easy to believe. I rolled out of the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. A close inspection showed that the kohl had only smeared on one side, where *sweat* had gotten into it. I patched it up and fixed my skirt, clean. He, however, had to shower *and* dress. “Can you just… go ahead and distract her until I get there?”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling and kissing him deeply. He looked up at me.

“I did… alright, right?” I nearly laughed at that. And then I did, because it really was a funny question.

“What a stupid question.” I said, and laughed again.

“Just get the hell out, and don’t let her know that I’m late!” He demanded, shoving me out the door. I laughed and shut it, heading off to the party.

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This was one I had posted about five months ago. I'm putting it back up because there were a lot of people who liked it and I figured they would like to see it again.

As before, sorry about the crude language, but it *was* Seifer. I typically don't write like that.

If it seems out of character for him, I didn't mention anywhere in there that nothing like that had happened before...


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