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~Obligatory Statement~

This is a disclaimer which is designed to state that I don't own the characters or concepts *of* the characters in any way, shape, or form. I just like to use them to do terrible, naughty things to one another, out of my own sick amusement. Also, because I like the practice it gives me in writing (hopefully enough that my novel shall be a smashing hit). If you have a bone to pick with someone concerning the "wrongful" use of these characters, choose someone else to pick it with, please. No harm is meant by the following content.

Thanks! On to the work.

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...It’s much easier than I thought. I suppose it has much to do with curiosity. I never knew that it would feel this good. No wonder women shave their legs so often.

I sat on the bed we shared, completely naked with nothing between my nakedness and the bed but a towel I draped lazily over it before I sat down. I lay here examining myself. It had taken me some time to accomplish the task, but now I lay naked of not only clothing, but every shred of hair but that which adorned my head. My body was completely bare now, and it felt somewhat good to have the air stirring in places I had not felt for some time. It took the water from my skin and carried it away, leaving me dry.

I stood up and slipped the pair of earrings I owned back into their proper places in my ears. I did not want to lose them, and like the others I feared they would flee when released from their fleshly prison. Afterwards I made sure that every inch of my body was dry, I roughly toweled my hair and dropped the towel into the laundry hamper in the bathroom. Once that was done, I found myself standing before the mirror, looking at myself.

Zell continued to inform me that I was the most… desirable… man on the campus of Balamb Garden. However, I could not understand why. It was something strange to look at myself without anything to shroud my ivory skin. Even though I know that I am not the most desirable man on the campus, I understand that there is something about me that attracts others. I scrutinized my body, trying to pinpoint the problem.

My bare legs were shaped as a man used to wielding a gunblade. “Shapely”, they were called, though I didn’t know that there was any particular shape they should be. The thigh was not overly thick, though not overly thin. “Lean”, I had heard attributed to such a build. However, that was, as I stated, normal. Under all his clothing, Seifer held the same shape as I, though it was taller and wider to accommodate his larger bones.

My stomach rippled with lean muscles, the V of my hips an inviting curve as I ran my hands over them. I understood that; hips were meant to suggest the existence of something much more pleasing, and not to have hips that were attractive seemed a foreign concept. My chest was a simple set of planes and strength, though Zell insisted on running his fingers over every conceivable groove and line, and more particularly he enjoyed that said grooves and lines were subtle (though they did not feel subtle to my questing fingers). My whip-like arms were an anomaly, and I lifted one arm to the side to look at the lines of curving muscles. Finally, I closely inspected my face.

A gentle touch of my soft cheek revealed that they were everything to the touch he said they were- soft but strong. The jaw line and chin were hard as he had said, and I nodded satisfactorily at the build of it. My neck was not the disgusting mass of ropey veins I had seen in others, and I was glad of the not-entirely-female look it had, including the telltale Adam’s apple. I looked into my stormy eyes and away. I had seen them enough times- they were nothing special to me. My hair, which had dried by now, was soft and spiky. It fell everywhere I didn’t want it to be, but more particularly everywhere *he* wanted it to be, so I left it alone.

Finally, when I was certain of myself, I stepped through the bathroom to the pile of fabric lying nearby. I did not understand what fascinated him about it, but I knew that it was what he desired and so I had no qualms over the simple clothing.

I was able to choose whatever colors and styles I had wanted, but it wasn’t hard to decide exactly what look I would want. I was no colorful “flower” of any sort, and I had no problems with that, either. I took the black mesh shirt and slipped it on quickly. It fit to my skin with enough gaps between the simple threads to reveal enough of my physique. I was glad of that; I wanted to tempt him just as I knew he wanted to be tempted. After the simple placement of that garment, I pulled the final true piece of clothing from the pile and looked at it.

There was nothing wrong with it. There was no moment when I decided that this was beneath me, but overcame my sickness to endure it for the one I loved. There was no questioning of my purpose. I knew well before I entered the bathroom that evening what I had planned on doing, as the razor, the shaving foam and the makeup belied. I would not be leaving the chamber without doing what I set out to accomplish. And so it was that I took the simple, silky but plain miniskirt and pulled it over my lean hips, placing it just below the beginning of that tempting V and pulling my shirt down a bit so that it stopped at the appropriate place above my belly button.

Once that was finished, I turned to make sure that it was held on my back properly. Then I turned to the bag of makeup nearby. I had learned long ago how to apply it, for use in camouflage or incognito missions. Still, I never would have guessed that I would be putting it on in such a way. I applied only, however, eye shadows, mascaras and lip gloss. Anything else would have felt horrible (during instruction periods, base and other important parts of the application process had been put on for a grade- I discovered I did not like the feel of it quickly). When the silver dust above my eyes was not hidden by the hair that fell there, I could see that it would please him. Very feminine it seemed, though that wasn’t my intent. Simply shimmering would do.

I stepped into a pair of black high heels. They were uncomplicated, and had straps that wound around the ankle a few times and took forever to fasten properly. Once they were on, I walked around for a few moments. It was not unlike training over a river where footing is treacherous, but walking entirely on the balls of my feet and toes was more than uncomfortable. So after I became accustomed to this, I sat down. It was not so hard, altogether. However, I wondered if this is what he had in mind. I knew he would not expect me to fulfill his request so quickly. I poured myself a glass of rum, then drank it, waiting. The taste of the lip gloss mingled with the alcohol until I realized it had all come off- I didn’t mind its loss. When he arrived, I knew it wouldn’t matter for very long whether I wore the lip gloss or not. He would most likely remove it himself in a matter of moments.

Last night, after we had spent a long night together, he informed me that he had always wondered what I would look like in a skirt. I asked him why, and he actually blushed. Zell blushed. It wasn’t something I expected. He wanted to know what I would look like because he thought it was very arousing, he said. So this morning, after we went our separate ways, I went out in search of the clothes that would make it so.

Now I waited for his return. I would give him what he wants, and more. When the door finally opened, I tossed back another glass of liquor and smiled a bit to myself.

“Squall,” he said. “I’m home.” I watched as he walked in, standing up. His eyes widened slightly as he saw me, amazed at what was before him. After a few moments of his staring scrutiny, I began to wonder what I’d done wrong. Finally, he walked a few steps forward, placing a hand on my cheek. “I didn’t realize you *would*. Not so soon.”

“Well,” I said, watching his eyes as they looked at me, “it was an intriguing idea.” He stood taller and took my lips with his, eyes sparkling. He let me go, standing back and looking me over again.

“You shaved your arms?” He asked softly, running his hands over my forearms as if marveling at their silky feel.

“I used to always shave my arms when we were traveling so that my jacket didn’t chafe. It was no trouble to shave them now. However,” I said, taking his left hand and dropping it below the skirt’s hemline, “everything else seemed to take an eternity.”

“What?!” He asked, eyes widening. I led him to the bed and sat him next to me, placing my left leg over his lap. His fingers ran along the skin there and his shock seemed to know no end. “You shaved your legs?” I smiled and led his hand up over the folded black fabric, finding the hem of my “shirt” and sliding his fingers along my stomach, and then chest.

“Everything.”

“Everything?” His eyes dropped significantly and found mine again. I smirked ferally.

“Everything.” He breathed out as if this were some sort of trial to be undergone, and I watched as he ran his fingers over my chest and stomach, gently, eliciting shivers from the muscle. He took another deep breath, looking up at my face. I believe the eye shadow had startled him at first, but now he was gazing as if the silver dust above my eyes were a gift of precious gold and jewels. He fingered the locks of hair that fell into my eyes, then looked down.

A martial artist’s hands found the bottom of my shirt and peeled it away, lifting it. He removed it carefully and then fell to examining my chest and stomach. Each touch sparked on my newly revealed skin, making me doubly sensitive. He pulled me forward, pushing me to lay down on the edge of the bed, so that my feet touched the floor but I was still lying comfortably. He touched my legs, starting at my ankles, and found his way upwards against my smooth skin. When his hands found my ass, I lifted it for him so that he could get a better grip. I could see clearly through his pants that he was enjoying this, and so I arched my back at the same time, letting him see everything. The only thing that separated his gaze from seeing my entire body was the skirt that lay over my thighs. I reached before me to tug on his jeans and he relieved himself of them, dropping the pants to the ground and baring his erection before me. I moved forward a bit to tug on his shirt, locking eyes with him, and he did as I silently bid there as well. Soon he was standing naked before me, his eyes on my body as if I were naked as well. I let my hand run over my chest and stomach, and he pulled me forward a bit more on the bed so that he was directly between my legs. He prepared me swiftly with the lube in the bedside table, obviously hungry for me.

He did not lift my skirt. Instead, he gently pressed in under it, eyes on mine. I spread my legs so that he could fit more easily between them. He pushed just a tiny bit into my entrance, and then, instead of entering me as I thought he would, his hands slid along the sides of my thighs and then my hips, the left hand wrapping itself around my erection. I bit my lip in surprise as the warmth of it shocked me. Warm and slick, his hand felt to me as the lube coated me, his strong hand stretching and pumping slowly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, sitting the back of the high heels on the curve of his ass. His blonde hair was falling out of its gel-hold as it always did towards the end of the day, and one part of the front fell into his right eye. Blue eyes burned into mine as he watched me arch into his touch. It drove barbs of pleasure along my back, up through my stomach as he pumped gently. My eyes slid shut as I reveled in it.

“Squall,” he said softly, still completely calm as a flush came to my face. “You are so beautiful, Squall,” he said. It came out as a growl as he started to quicken his pace. I bucked into his hand, heat racing through my veins, pleasure cascading over me. “I want to see you, Squall,” he growled again, and then lower, added, “I want to see you come.” At his voice, I began to pant, and to shake. It wasn’t unlike thrusting quickly. He stood still, somehow keeping himself just barely within me as I moved. I could feel the pleasure cresting, building in me. Finally, I felt it rip itself through me, and at that moment Zell pushed into my body. The double assault made it last longer, and as soon as he entered he began to move, slowly but surely. When finally my orgasm was spent, he was already reawakening me. He moved slowly, both his hand and his body. He felt the base of my erection, smooth as my legs. He stroked every bit of me at the junction of my thighs, enjoying the feel of it. I was struck by the attention he spent on it, but also electrified by it. It was a quick awakening, almost as quick as if I had never spilt myself earlier. He soon struck the nub of flesh that made me cry out. He only leaned closer at the sound.

He moaned as he began to move faster, once again forcing me into a cresting passion. I didn’t fight his hand or his shaft as I felt it lifting. He was pressing deep, two amazing pleasures playing counterpoint until I was never without stimulation. I managed to open my eyes to see his burning over my body, mouth open and glistening as he moaned again, my gaze another pleasure on him. I reached up to stroke his nipples, forcing one hand to let go of the coverlet where it had wound itself. He pumped both his hand and body faster, and I cried out, unable to bite back the feeling this time. He enjoyed this, thoroughly, and I was moaning almost constantly before long because of his hand’s insistence that I do.

“Squall!” He cried out, my name on his lips as he rocked faster, body spilling into mine. At the feeling of his renewed speed, the heat and light racing through me, crashing like the tide being forced by my heart, I moved faster, back into his thrusts and up into his hand. It was difficult to keep my eyes open as I felt the heat forced into my face, but I watched as he threw his head back and howled with the strength of it. The glistening sheen of sweat on his chest forced me to pull him closer, arching. The excitement thrummed in my stomach, rolling up my back as I came, crying out once, quickly, before I couldn’t speak.

Bliss.

My mouth hung open as I contracted in shudders, body emptying into the cloth that covered me. His hand squeezed a bit harder, somehow knowing in his own climax that it had come over me as well, and milked me for as much as he could. Finally, he was spent, but he rocked into me a few more times, both for my continued supernova and his own pleasure. When it stopped, he was leaning over me, shaft removed, his hand still working gently over my flesh. I cried out afterwards, a hitch in my breath, and he stilled. It was over.

We panted against one another, bodies relaxing comfortably, and he smiled at me. I reached up to stroke his tattooed cheek and he stood up a bit more. I lowered the feet I did not realize had clutched him so, and he stretched. I touched him, watching him shiver, and sighed contentedly. He rubbed his lower back where the heels had left their prints on him, and I smiled slightly. He fell down on the bed next to me, and I repositioned so we were both fully on the bed.

“Squall?” He asked. I looked up at him. “Ever pole dance?”

”I could give it a try,” I said honestly, shrugging. “Can’t be much harder than climbing one.” He smirked, a question in his blue eyes.

“Are you really…?” I nodded. His hands brushed my chocolate hair from my eyes, his eyes smiling at me.

“Probably tomorrow. For now, just rest,” I answered.

And we did.


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Alright, here it is! The whole shebang has been re-posted, as per the requests of a few people who know my work. Please review, since I'm sorta not producing at the moment! (Gotta get bet into the swing of things.)


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