"Interrogation"

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Squall opened his eyes and immediately regretted it, but he couldn't seem to turn his site from the one that stood in front, and just below him. Fully regaining his consciousness he took in his surroundings, a prison, chains holding him to a wall, a stabbing pain in his shoulder. He tried to focus on the pain, tear himself away from the reality that stood before him. The same reality that stood smirking through sandy blonde hair and green eyes, a long gray coat and a scar that was nearly identical to his own. He searched the other for some explanation as if he would receive it. Why they were both here? What had happened to Edea? Where were the others? The most important question asked itself aloud almost on its own.

"You're alive? How are you alive?" Squall couldn't stop his mind from reeling over the situation that had arisen. Wasn't this the same man that he had clashed and competed with since childhood? The man that had given him the scar that set him apart from all others. The man . . . whose death had torn a hole in his heart he thought would never heal. Seifer laughed at the question, surging ahead into a tale of how Edea had given him the chance of a lifetime. The young SEED chained to the wall wasn't hearing the story, just the voice. he was to busy accepting that this was the one he had thought dead and despite all confusion he felt a small flame of happiness at this realization.

That happiness was suddenly ripped away as the other came nearer pointing his infamous gun blade at his prisoner. Through his musings Squall could only grab one question out of what now appeared an interrogation. "What is SEED?" He tried to reason with Seifer, the man knew what SEED was. He had been told the same as the rest of them, just because he hadn't made it in . . . didn't mean it wasn't what they had always been told. His eyes began searching the other with fear and uncertainty. What was Seifer going to do? He had never thought his rival cruel, but he seemed changed somehow. The answer to Squalls anxiety came in the form of the electric current that surged through his entire being. He didn't even notice his fighting against the chains, his own screams, but he heard Seifers laughter. It seemed like an eternity, though it was but a few seconds and all the pain stopped. All that was left was a burning that covered his entire body, making his eyes water and his ears buzz.

"This can be over quickly Squall." Seifers eyes were full of resolve as he approached the others feet yet again. Something else burned in those emerald orbs hidden behind long lashes, something that had replaced their normal rivalry from Balamb. Squall could not place it, he did not want to know what it was, and it scared him. Seifer knew, he had held it in longer than he cared to admit. It was plain and simple, a carnal desire to make the younger man submit to him . . . completely. Make him cry, beg for what small amount of mercy Seifer reserved in his heart. He wanted the youth to both fear and need him, resist and crave him, love and hate him. In Seifers mind it was clear, outside it was a mystery. The one thing he had held onto all those years in Garden, why he had tried so hard to best the other in everything they did. The one thing he had never shared, even with Fujin or Raijin. The pure primeval desire to control and contain the one that had always eluded him.

To Seifer it had all led up to this. Following the sorceress, becoming a knight, capturing Squall. It was all leading up to the grand climax in his plan of conquest. "I'll give you one more try . . . What is SEED?" He could see the pain and confusion etched across the others beautiful and usually quite stoic features. It was a wonderful thing to see the great Squall Leonhart caught in indecision and doubt. He had managed to actually fluster the calm squad leader; this may be easier than he had originally thought. The idea of bringing him to his knees so quickly would have upset him earlier but after nearly ten years of pursuit it lit a burning desire deep inside that he kept buried from the world. He would have him soon. The knight listened half heartedly to Squall as he desperately tried to convince him there was no secret to SEED. Seifer already knew this, but nothing the young captive said would spare him what was coming.

Keeping a face that was completely stoic Seifer faced off against the others stubborn and resolved eyes. He knew that he could continue on the SEED tangent for the reason that there was nothing Squall could tell him he didn't already know. As such, there was nothing he could be told that would give him an excuse to stop the torture. He smirked from the inside out as he stepped back and reached for the lever that would deliver the painful shock. Pulling the iron bar down slightly he signaled the platform to release just enough shock the cause the other to black out but not die. He did not want him dead, that defeated the purpose of his plotting. He watched in fascination as every muscle in the beautiful brunette’s body tensed from the pain and burning, he listened as the usually quiet and steady baritone voice turned into a hoarse scream. Seifer took in the entire form of the other, from the clenched fists in the shackles that chained him, to the others head pressed back against the wall as his back arched and he began to feel that fire burn hotter and lower in his body.

He smiled in satisfaction when his preys head dipped and hung motionless. All the muscles had relaxed and the others limbs failed to support as he released the bar. The Galbadian soldiers that had been stationed in the room with him moved to lower the platform and remove the unconscious mercenary back to his cell. Seifer raised a hand to ward them off. "I'll watch him, we aren't quite done yet . . .” He stared longingly at the loose form on the wall and shooed the soldiers from the room with his hand. Not wiling to argue with an out ranking officer the men vacated the room.

It had only been a mere thirty minutes since he had blacked out, but it felt like days to the young man still chained to the wall. He forced tired and sore eyes open to search the room weakly. He was still there, sitting reclined in a chair on the other side of the chamber, just watching and smiling. He couldn't say that he felt hate for the knight but he didn't understand. "Why . . .” his voice failed him, all strength abandoned from the inquisition. Seifer laughed his cold and short laugh as he stood and crossed the room. He stopped just in front of the other, his head coming only to Squall's waist and the younger man stirred weakly in his bonds. "I told you, I want information on SEED." Squall sighed knowing that there was nothing he could tell the other and then he snapped out of his own thoughts, feeling a firm hand on his knee. Seifer was smirking up at him, his green eyes hiding some dark untold secret that the youth was not sure he wanted to know. Seifer spoke his next words quietly and with what sounded like a hint of seduction and Squall understood the purpose of this interrogation completely. "Or at least that's what every one thinks I want."

The brunette shuddered slightly as a calloused hand slid up his thigh and inside the fabric of his white cotton shirt. The rough hand was cool to the touch and a pleasant distraction from the previous burning of electricity. He jumped slightly as the blonde’s forehead fell to rest against his lower stomach breathing him in deeply. Seifer used his right hand to lift the shirt as he placed a gentle teasing kiss on the squirming body chained to the wall. His left hand slid up the leather pants of his captive and rested on the others inner thigh rubbing with increased pressure closer to the center of his desire. He let the shirt fall to rest on the top of his head as he continued kissing and licking at the soft pale skin exposed to him. He ignored the SEED's questions and protests as his hands began working feverishly at the others many belts. One by one they fell away and clinked in a pile on the floor.

The buttons of Squalls pants opened too easily and the zipper revealed his aching and unwanted erection faster than the mercenary had wished. He jolted back as far into the wall as he could, feeling one hard palm brush roughly into his last line of defense and against his member. Grasping the elastic band and opened fabric of the leather pants Seifer pulled both articles of clothing harshly down the others legs. The blonde stood fully erect again his face mere inches from the others now throbbing erection. He smiled triumphantly up at his prey. The younger males eyes were staring in disbelief and fear at him not knowing what to anticipate or expect of him. He enjoyed this, being in control of the others life and future if only for a short time. "I see you're not completely opposed to this old friend. . ." He lowered his eyes to the charge in front of him approaching it slowly and glancing up at the other for a reaction.

Squall could no longer control his body despite his best efforts and could regretfully feel himself letting go and giving in to the other. His resolve flared at this thought and he immediately began to protest, given somewhat weakly. "Seifer . . . stop, what . . . is y - ahh!" He had been cut short as Seifer dove his tongue into the small slit at the head of his throbbing erection. He was losing control again as his body shook from the sensation of the others hot mouth going down over his entire shaft. He felt the constrictions of the others throat, the rake of his teeth along the base, the swirl of the tongue around the head. His fists clenched and he closed his eyes shuddering at the immense shock of please shooting through his body causing him to go hot and cold simultaneously. He couldn't hold back the whimpers or moans and these erotic sounds only seemed to encourage the other. Seifer tightened his lips around the full shaft and pulled back slowly as if trying to pull him forward by his member alone. Feeling the cold air on his wet erection made his shiver and his hips started small thrusts toward the others mouth as he dove back down.

The knight held, constricting his throat slowly and sliding his hands up the insides of the others thighs pressing him slowly against the cold metal of the platform that restrained him. The others hips bucked against the pressure trying forcefully to find the hot embrace of the others mouth again. Seifer smirked around the other as he pulled off again raking his teeth along the top and bottom all the way to the head which he nipped seductively. He tuned in on Squalls labored breathing and rising volume of gasps and whimpers. He was close but Seifer wasn't quiet finished with him yet. After all this wasn't about giving his rival pleasure, it was about forcing him to admit defeat and surrendering over to him. He slid his hands around to the back grasping the firm muscles he found in the others ass hard, massaging into them and rubbing up to the small of his captives back. He laughed coldly as the other began his small needing thrusts again and surged forward holding as the other screamed his release. Seifer felt the hot liquid shoot across his tongue and down his throat and he pulled back to the head licking up the small slit, sure to get every drop of the others essence as Squalls once throbbing erection hung lifeless against his thigh. Seifer turned his eyes up, staring through fallen blonde strands at the half lidded eyes staring down at him. The poor youth had know idea why this was happening to him and that thought alone began to bring Seifers own need to his attention.

Leaving the other exposed on the platform he walked back across the chamber. He reached for a second lever watching with satisfaction as fear and then surprise came over Squalls features as the platform began to lower. Surely he had been expecting another shock, but the young knight had something else in mind. He made straight for the prisoners lips this time crushing them in a forceful kiss sure to leave bruising. Squall recoiled at this from shock and disgust at tasting his own release on the others lips. He turned his head, not wanting this to progress any farther but his chin was grabbed harshly and forced back into a tangle of wet, swollen lips. He could feel the others hand exploring again, tracing the strong shoulders in his abs and chest. Going under the clothing that covered the top half of his body until Seifer ripped the shirt open with effortless fluidity. He stared down at the exposed brunette pushing the torn fabrics back on his strong shoulders and diving for the exposed neck.

The cold metal of his Griever necklace gave a shard contrast to the hot mouth of his conqueror as it surged faster and closer to his throat. Licking, kissing and biting the blonde forced moans from his mouth with minimal effort and the younger began to squirm against him. He traveled down to his collar bone and it was here that he began sucking harshly at the skin, bringing the blood to the surface and revealing a bright red welt when he moved on. The chained mercenary jerked violently when he felt one of his nipples being bitten down on softly at first but then more harshly. The officer alternated between sucking and biting harshly at the little nub until a small red bead of blood ran down the others chest. He laughed slightly at the sight remembering the color of Squalls blood from the night he gave him his infamous scar. "So fragile, as always . . ." He caught the small trickle with his tongue and ran it back up the others chest sucking softly at the wound while his captive whimpered in protest to the rough hands rubbing his thighs, back, and ass.

It was not long before Seifer had returned his face to the others but the harsh kiss wasn't enough to hold in Squalls scream of surprise when three fingers were rammed harshly into the hot forbidden tightness of his ass. Seifers grinned in response scissoring his fingers to loosen the skin while the other wriggled in a futile attempt to get away from the invading hand. Curling his fingers inside the other he pressed firmly on the inner walls searching for that hidden sweet spot that lay just beyond the opening. His success was signaled when Squalls erection grew back to full attention before his own aching member. He began thrusting his fingers in with more speed and forcefulness causing the other to produce a little scream each time. He slowly withdrew each digit and began to undo the buttons of his own slacks. Lowering the zipper he pulled his engorged erection into the cool prison air. Squall looked down hesitantly and his eyes showed the fear and uncertainty at its size.

Seifer pushed his lips to the others moving Squalls chin up so his eyes met his own. Pulling off he gave slight warning with a low growl, 'Enough foreplay then." The harsh penetration was signaled when the mercenary's eyes closed in pain and he screamed as Seifer buried himself to the hilt. He held for a moment completely surrounded by the tight heat of the others body, giving them both time to catch their breath. It was hotter there than any fire he had ever felt and the over all feeling was enough to nearly bring him to completion there. He turned his eyes to the others face, the youngers swollen lips gasping for air and begging for him to wait. Seifer reminded himself that this was not about the others pleasure and began his thrusts with force and speed. Squall pulled against his restraints the metal clinking from the strain as he tried to get away, attempting to retreat into the wall away from the searing pain that threatened to tear him in two.

He could feel the blood trickling down his inner thighs and lubricating the others member as it sunk in fully again. He was helpless, left only to his hoarse cries at each entry, bouncing harshly down onto the hardened rod, his own erection slapping against his toned stomach. Seifer had succeeded in all that he had set out for now. Squall was begging him, he was crying, small tears sliding down the sides of his dirtied cheeks. But he was doing more than that now. Each time Seifer pulled out to the head, lifting the others body effortlessly before pushing it harshly back down, he slid against that soft spot of flesh. Shocks of pleasure and pain surged through the young SEED's body as he gasped, moaned and whimpered. His fists clenched in aggravation at having nothing to hold to and his mouth hung open lips parted seductively as he watched every move the older man made. His member was dripping his clear essence from the slit and down the sides of his erection to his thighs.

Seifer buried his face in Squalls neck once again as his pace quickened, neither of the partners feeling anything but sheer pleasure now. Squall was quickly approaching his climax and Seifer had seized his lips yet again. Their breath mingled as each gasped through the intense feeling of ecstasy they experienced. Lips and tongues battled now for dominance in the heat of their mouths. The prisoner had now given himself over completely pushing all thoughts of resistance from his mind as Seifer reached with one hand to grasp his throbbing erection. With a few sure strokes directed at Squall throbbing erection, Seifers plunged deeper than he ever had, shoving up to hit and hold on the tender flesh at the very limits of his partner’s body. Squall screamed as he poured over into the others hand, shooting his release over his own stomach and muscles. The shock of his completion caused his body to shudder and triggered the tightening of muscles inside his body and the constriction pushed Seifer too, over the edge.

The hot release shot onto his inner walls filling him with a heat he had not experienced before. It swirled into the cuts and tears of his opening and down the blonde’s relaxed member to drip into his pants. Squall attempted to raise his head but it fell weakly and closing his eyes he retreated back into his own mind once more. Seifer placed a few more forceful kisses on the others wet mouth before pulling back and pulling out. He stepped back fastening his pants and taking in his prize. He smiled at the once again unconscious brunette, his beautiful body glimmering with sweat. Duel trails of semen and blood ran down his thighs and legs, a light red stream trickled down his chest. His lips were red, swollen and shining from exchanged saliva. But his favorite part of the entire masterpiece was the coin sized patch of red on the youth’s left collar bone. He walked forward and ran a hand through damp brown strands pushing them behind an ear. He kissed the mouth slowly, then the neck, the collar bone, and he licked and suckled at the dried blood on the others chest.

Rising up he wiped his mouth and walked back to his chair. He would sit, and he would wait. After ten years he had finally obtained his prize and he knew that once would not be enough. As soon as the prisoner awakened, the 'interrogation' would begin anew. He had at least thirty minutes to come up with new strategies and as long as Edea did not need him, they would not be disturbed.