One Night Only.

Disclaimer: the characters contained herin do not belong to me.
Warnings: Girl on top. Toys. Not at all work safe.

One night only.
By Darksquall
With thanks to friends for encouragement and Race for betaing.


She wasn’t even sure why she’d listened to Seifer and turned up at Squall’s room. It was more than clear that Squall wasn’t interested in her as anything more than a colleague, a friend at best, and even Rinoa’s leaving hadn’t done anything to change their relationship. If anything, it had only served in making Squall even more distant, colder and aloof.

Yet, she had to hope. Seifer had caught her watching the dark haired, intense commander one too many times and had finally given her that incredibly annoying smirk and told her just when she needed to be at Squall’s dorm to… His voice had trailed off and he’d just chuckled, which did nothing for her confidence but everything for her curiosity.

Knocking on the door lightly, she waited, trembling a little in her three inch heels and uncomfortably short skirt. She disliked the uniform but she didn’t want to dress up to be disappointed.

“Come in, it’s open,” Squall called. Had it been her imagination or had his voice been a little… breathless?

Steeling her nerves, she opened the door and slipped inside, met with a scene that she hadn’t prepared herself for at all.

Squall’s dorm, always painfully neat anytime she’d had the chance to enter to wake her commander to inform him of issues which needed his immediate attention, comprised of a non SeeD issue double bed, a small sofa and a small desk and chair. There were very few personal effects, a painting that he’d liked and his father had purchased for him, his gunblade case, the odd weapons monthly and piece of gunblade memorabilia… it always felt cold, no matter what the ambient temperature was, as though he were always ready to pull out and head onwards, but that was what a lifetime of garden bought.

Squall Leonhart, cold, unfeeling and a perfect soldier in public, was bent over the desk naked. His cheeks flushed with pleasure as Seifer, bare-chested and his hair ruffled, stood behind him doing… something that she couldn’t see from her angle.

Quistis stopped dead in the doorway, her eyes wide and her mouth slack in surprise. “I…” she began, her words faltering and dying on her lips as Seifer smiled at her.

“Come in, instructor,” Seifer beckoned her closer, pulling away from Squall slowly. His fingers glistened in the light and she realised that her initial suspicions had been correct and Seifer had been using his fingers to pleasure Squall, had had them inside Squall’s body. “Close the door and lock it, so we won’t get any interruptions.”

“Seifer?” Squall asked, just as confused as Quistis but not making any move to cover his nakedness, the lean, hard curves of his beautiful but scarred body tempting her to do as Seifer ordered. There had so be a complete trust between them for him not to recoil at the sight of an intruder.

It was the realisation that the door was still open that made her move inside. She was being allowed a glimpse of a world no one else had seen, no one else had known. There was no doubt in her mind that this wasn’t simply a recent thing but she didn’t believe Rinoa would have been a party to this sort of thing.

“She’s gonna join us, Leonhart. She watches your ass nearly as much as I do. Told you those leather pants were damn distracting.”

“I… maybe I should go,” Quistis murmured, turning hesitantly to the door. Seifer caught her by the wrist before she knew he was there, his hand sliding around her waist, smoothing her uniform jacket over her stomach, sliding down the front of her skirt slowly. His touch was electric, and suddenly she felt surrounded by him, the sweet spiced scent of his cologne, the heat of his body against her back, even though the jacket.

“Come on Quistis, I know you’ll like what I have planned,” Seifer whispered against her ear, his breath stirring the faint golden wisps of hair that escaped her attempt to tie it back into something neat and functional. He brushed a kiss over the pale skin of her throat just above her collar and turned her slowly, leading her back towards the waiting brunet who had still not moved save for lifting himself to rest on his elbows over the table, his back curved temptingly, his ass arched up, waiting.

“Quisty?” Squall murmured her name softly, looking over his shoulder through dark bangs and darker lashes at her. There was more concern in those beautiful blue-grey eyes than she’d seen since they’d been children.

It wasn’t her presence that made him like that however. It was Seifer’s. He was the one who bought Squall to life, made him feel, made him want, made him writhe on his own desk in pleasure.

Nodding just once, she smiled faintly. She was fine with whatever they were offering, she could deal, would deal as soon as she managed to find some part of her that actually believed that for even a second. “I’m okay,” she stated, though it was really more to reassure herself than to put Squall’s mind at rest.

Seifer’s hands released her and moved to her jacket, unbuttoning it slowly. “Come on squirt, help me,” he ordered.

Squall straightened hesitantly, his eyes meeting hers once more as he turned to face her, then rising to find Seifer’s clear jade gaze. When his cool hands slid around her waist to unzip her skirt, his body so close to hers, his lips so close to her own they were almost touching and she could feel his breath and the coolness of his Shiva-junctioned flesh, she felt faint.

The skirt slid down her hips of its own accord when Squall released it, tumbling to the floor and revealing skimpy black panties and garters.

“I always wondered what you hid under there, Quisty…” that deep, rumbling purr of Seifer’s voice came again at her ear. “I approve. You wanna kiss him?” strong hands slid her jacket and blouse down off her shoulders and a calloused palm slid down her back slowly, appreciatively. “Go on, he doesn’t bite. But I might.”

And she did want to kiss him, so, so much. She wanted to taste those lips that had haunted her dreams since Squall had turned sixteen and blossomed into a beautiful young man right before her eyes. Tipping her head, Quistis moulded her lips to Squall’s. For a heart beat she was afraid he wouldn’t return it, that he didn’t want her here, only Seifer, but finally he kissed back.

While Squall’s kisses were quick, skilled and brutal enough to bruise her lips and leave her longing for more, there was a little hesitance and a sweetness to them that couldn’t be hidden no matter how hard he tried. Somehow Quistis knew that Seifer had been the one to teach Squall, give him his first kiss and probably a thousand after. Squall’s cock was hard and hot against her belly, but she couldn’t bring herself to touch him, still afraid this could all be a dream.

Seifer snapped her out of it, pulling her back and rubbing his fingers against her damp panties. “Hyne, you want him bad, don’t you?”

“Didn’t you?” she asked hoarsely, finally finding her voice and, turning her head to look at her once problematic student, giving Seifer a challenging look.

He simply smiled, lifting her head with strong fingers and brushing a thumb over her lips. “Hell yes. He walked funny for a week, didn’t you squirt?” and Seifer kissed her when the last word left his lips, his mouth engulfed hers, forcing her into another violent kiss that made her knees week and the room spin around her. Too soon he was pulling away and demanding a kiss from Squall before ordering him to return to the desk.

“What….?” She began, her hand resting on Squall’s cool back as the brunet slipped back into the position he’d been in when she’d arrived, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath pale, taut skin and shivering in appreciation.

Seifer pressed a finger to his lips to silence her and withdrew, crossing to a bag sitting on Squall’s bed and pulling out a device that made her eyes widen once again.

“Surely you don’t want me to use that.”

“Oh but I do, Quisty,” the tall blond smirked, approaching her slowly. “I want to see you fuck Squall. I want you to see how much he likes it…” he held up the harness, showing her the curved toy attached to the front, and a second one which she could only assume was meant to be inside her while she wore it. “I want to watch you taking him.”

“I can’t do that,” she murmured weakly, glancing down at the brunet still sprawled over the table, and back to Seifer.

“Please?” Squall asked, looking up at her again, and making her wonder if it was Seifer’s fantasy or Squall’s that she would be fulfilling.

However, she would never have been able to say no to that soft spoken voice when it was so filled with longing that it made her own heart ache. She nodded again, hooking her fingers in the black satin of her panties and sliding them down her legs. “Fine.”

Leaning her hands on the desk, either side of Squall she spread her legs, thankful that she’d left on her shoes, the extra height bringing her level with Squall’s hips. She could see his opening, his anus slick with lubricant and wondered just how much she’d missed before she’d arrived. Her train of thought was derailed as Seifer rubbed the head of the toy against her, his free hand sliding over the curve of her breast beneath her bra.

“Ready Quistis?” he asked softly, teasing the tip of the toy against her a little more firmly, threatening to slide into her.

“Yessss…” she breathed, more than ready, more than willing as she watched Squall’s pale, slender fingers tease the curve of his hard sex as he waited. His patience astounded her, blue-grey eyes the colour of storm clouds watching her from beneath impossibly dark lashes, waiting, willing her to submit to Seifer’s idea.

And she did submit. The toy slid into her unimpeded, her anticipation and lust easing the path as it stretched her body open to manage its girth, its length. It felt too hard inside her, and as Seifer helped her fix the toy more properly, strapping the harness over her hips and easing her forwards until the tip rested against Squall’s slick opening, she could barely breathe.

Wondering what it would be like to feel Squall around her fingers as Seifer had done, she allowed the taller blond to control her. This was new ground and she wasn’t sure how to proceed, she certainly didn’t want to hurt Squall. She wanted to do this again and again, and hoped beyond hope that she would be allowed to share once more.

The moan Squall gave when the head of the toy stretched him open and disappeared into his body would have been enough to make her say yes to anything. Beautiful, perfect, enchanting, her mind couldn’t safely choose a word for it and she pushed deeper into him. Her heart almost stopped when he arched his back, a blush high on his cheeks that was all wanton pleasure and longing formore, deeper, harder…

Seifer’s hands were gone from her hips and she was doing this herself, she realised distantly. She was pushing deeper into Squall, she was the one taking him, she was the one easing those quiet, lustful moans of pleasure from Squall’s throat and drinking them all down like the most perfect, richest wine. Easing back, she thrust into him again, just a little harder, pushing as deep into him as she could manage.

“Keep moving, Quistis. Fuck him,” Seifer’s voice seemed incredibly distant as she glanced up, finding the taller man sitting near the desk, his pants pushed down his thighs and his fingers wrapped around his own length tightly. A blush blossomed on her own cheeks as she realised how close he was. His eyes were strafing them both, watching her move unconsciously to keep easing the soft little moans spilling from Squall’s lips.

Turning her head back to watch Squall, she slid her hands over the sharp angle of his hips. His skin was fascinatingly soft beneath her fingertips, almost enough to make her forget her true purpose for the night.

“Quistis…” the brunet gasped as she gained more confidence, thrusting into him more sharply. She feared for a second, only a second, that she’d hurt him but he was moving back onto the toy so eagerly that it couldn’t be the case.

With each long thrust of her hips, Squall arched deliciously. His moans grew louder, and she found herself matching them much to her surprise. Hypnotised by the crawl of colour that spread over Squall’s skin as he grew close to his release, she barely heard Seifer order her to stop. For a few moments she simply couldn’t stop, moving harder, feeling her own release approaching and…

Seifer caught her by the hips, pulling her back. “I want you to get on the bed,” he whispered into her ear, his lips brushing the shell as he unfastened the harness, easing the toy out of her body.

She felt lost as she watched Seifer carry Squall to the bed, his strong arms wrapped tightly and possessively around Squall. So tightly and possessively in fact she wondered how she’d ever missed it. Seifer and Squall were in love.

Seifer lay the flushed brunet on the bed as gently as one would treat royalty or a china doll, on his back with his knees bent. His usually pale skin was flushed prettily, a dark blush spreading over his cheeks as he moaned, incoherent with need and longing reaching for Seifer even as he knelt between his legs and pushed his slick cock into Squall’s body.

“Seiferrrr…” he moaned, arching up off the bed and trying to grind onto the intrusion. He was desperate for more, pleading in his writhing and his moans, his fingers tangling in the otherwise pristine bedcover.

With a chuckle, Seifer brushed a soft kiss to Squall’s eager lips. “Patience, squirt,” he murmured, reaching out to Quistis and beckoning her closer. His hand trembled, the only outward sign that he too was desperate for release, and she took it. “Kneel over him so he can lick you Quistis… You’re gonna make her come, Squall, okay?”

She was sure his answer was another “whatever” but as soon as she did as she was told, kneeling with her legs either side of Squall’s head, she felt his tongue brushing against her.

Squall’s cool fingers slid over her hips, steadying her and petting her gently. Those hands, hands that could wield one of the most powerful weapons in the world as though it were just another toy sword like the ones he and Seifer had battled with as children, were so careful and cautious.

He was brutally gentle, coaxing her to her release with confident strokes and as she shuddered with her release, Seifer caught her mouth in a deep kiss that seemed to go down to her very bones.

They released her at last, Seifer watching her as she settled against the pillows with a self satisfied smirk. He leant down over Squall, thrusting into him slowly at first and drawing more of those delicious moans from him. As she watched, Squall’s arms encircled Seifer’s waist, his fingers tight enough to leave bruises on the small of his back.

She could see everything. Seifer’s sex melting into Squall’s body. the flush of pleasure that overcame him. His expression as he cried out – his voice husky from moaning – and came between the tight press of their bodies, as he came between golden and alabaster skin.

Even if this had been for one night only, it had been worth it.

Seifer came on the wings of Squall’s release, his lips pressed to the pale throat of his lover to muffle his cry of pleasure. But she heard the word he’d tried to still, Squall’s name had been on his lips as he’d come, deep inside Squall’s tight body.

Somehow she found herself pressed to Squall when they found the strength to move again, with Seifer on his other side. Though she tried to leave, Squall clutched at her like an old lover, begging her to stay in silence as Seifer eased the covers over their sore and sweat drenched bodies.

With his haunting blue-grey eyes on her, dark with the lingering pleasure of his orgasm, she could hardly say no.

Watching them sleepily, Seifer the golden strapping knight pressed against the dark, pale and somehow innocent beauty of Squall, she prayed in silence that someday, somehow she’d be able to join them again. Just to be able to watch them sleep, two halves of one whole reunited.

They may have been complete opposites, but they were perfect for each other.

Maybe someday she’d find her own place with them.

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