Longing

"I told you!"

Rinoa shouted at him. Squall looked up, briefly wondering why she couldn't wait until later for this. Did he ask her to invade his office while he was working?

He hadn't listened to a single word.

She was still staring at him expectantly. Instead, he looked back down at his work.

"You never do anything with me anymore, Squall!" She said angrily. "Aren't we supposed to be dating?!"

Squall sighed and looked at her. "Rinoa, I broke us up, remember?"

"I-I thought...I didn't think you were serious..." She pouted.

He was in disbelief. When was he not serious? If she could answer that, then he would be amazed. The thing was, she couldn't. One smile. That was all she had ever seen. One, then he was back to himself.

The door to his office opened and he wondered just how many more interruptions he could take. Not many, that was for certain.

"Hey, Squally-boy."

And this counted as two.

"What do you want Seifer?"

Squall looked at Seifer. He had to admit, this was better than arguing with Rinoa.

Two months after the war had ended, none other than Seifer had appeared on Balamb's doorstep. Squall had immediately allowed him to return.

Seifer leisurely sprawled onto the couch. "Hey, Rin."

Rinoa glared at him. "We are busy, Seifer."

"Well, don't let me interrupt. You keep on going."

She huffed and looked back at Squall. "I'll... see you tonight, Squall."

With that, she was out the door. Seifer looked to Squall, a smirk on his lips. Squall, for his part, managed to ignore him quite well. He continued reading through the papers with disinterest.

He was fine until Seifer was standing behind him, breathing down his neck. "Whatcha doing, Squally-boy?"

Squall turned his head. "Working."

Seifer smiled. "How long has it been since you called it off with that bitch?"

"Months."

"Before or after my return?"

"...You know the answer to that, Seifer."

And Seifer did. There was a reason Squall had so eagerly welcomed him back to the Garden.

Before the war, they had been the perfect rivals.

They had also been the perfect lovers.

No one knew, of course. How could they? Two recruits of a military school, screwing each other every night under all of the instructor's noses. No, not something to tell people, at all.

Seifer whispered. "Maybe I can distract you...?"

"I'd rather you didn't." A lie.

Seifer smirked. "Liar."

He walked around, casually sitting back on the couch. He leaned back, legs spread and arms out.

Squall sighed. He stood but made no move to go forward.

"I have to finish these."

He sat.

"You tease! Making me think you were coming over here..." Seifer muttered.

Squall ignored him. Seifer, however, would not be ignored. He walked back to Squall's side and knelt beside him. His hand roamed onto the chair, then onto Squall's body.

"Hey-stop." Squall said softly.

"Hm.... no."

Squall leaned back as Seifer stroked him through his pants. "Hyne, stop, Seifer. We are in my office."

"I know. Exciting, huh?"

Squall shook his head, but his resolve was falling. "Mmm....no..."

"Hesitating. That's good."

"..."

Squall turned his head towards Seifer, who promptly took his lips for a kiss. While he was distracted, Seifer quickly undid Squall's pants. As soon as he knew what the blond was up to, he broke the kiss.

"Seifer." His voice held a warning.

"C'mon, Princess."

Squall sighed again. Why couldn't he ever say no and stick to it?

"Fine. But- we have to be quick, Seifer."

"Yes, Commander."

Squall rolled his eyes. Seifer turned the chair and took Squall into his arms, tossing him over onto the couch. He smirked as he thought of all the people who had sat on it, right where they had fucked on it.

If only they knew.

Squall lay relaxed as Seifer straddled him. Their clothes were soon discarded of. Close by, of course.

Seifer reached under the cushions for the lube he had oh-so-smoothly placed there one day. No one ever noticed that, either, and he smirked.

Squall spread his legs expectantly. He looked up at Seifer with lidded eyes, waiting patiently. Seifer was the impatient one, wrenching the lid from the lube. He squeezed the liquid from the bottle onto his fingertips. Two fingers were pressed gently and firmly into Squall.

"nnngh... Seifer!"

That was what he was waiting for. Squall was out of it, now. Seifer pumped his fingers in and out of Squall, deftly adding another finger when he thought Squall was ready.

He stopped moving his fingers, but did not remove them. He curled each finger in turn, looking for that special spot... he knew where it was, he thought so at least. He finally curled his middle finger.

"Nnnah!"

Yup. Seifer smirked as he rubbed that spot insistently. Squall withed beneath him. No matter how many times Seifer did this, he never could hold in the loud moans passing through his lips.

Seifer pulled out his fingers just as he sensed Squall's immenent release. Squall whimpered, but soon was gasping as Seifer pressed into him, not stopping until he was balls deep.

"Seifer!"

It was proof that Squall was out of it when the door opened and he did not notice. Seifer, however, looked over. He raised one finger to his lips when Squall closed his eyes.

Rinoa stood, riveted to the spot. She watched as Seifer slid in and out of Squall's body, slicking sounds being made with each movement.

Squall opened his eyes and looked up at Seifer. Seifer reached between them to grasp Squall's erection. He gasped in pleasure as he was stroked to Seifer's thrusts.

"Seifer.. Ngh!"

Squall released over Seifer's hand. Seifer felt Squall tighten around him. pulling his release as well.

Rinoa was gone when he glanced up. Squall followed his glance confusedly. Seifer looked back down at him and kissed his lips.

-*-*-*-*-

"Quistieeeee!"

Quistis looked up from her book. "Rinoa! What's wrong?"

"It-it's Squall and Seifer....They...they..."

Quistis stood in concern. "What's wrong? Where are they?"

"His...his office..."

Rinoa meekly followed Quistis to Squall's office. They knocked on the door. At the call of "enter", they walked in.

Squall sat at his desk, face slightly red. Seifer lounged on the couch, bouncing one foot in the air slightly.

Quistis looked from one to the other, then at Rinoa. Rinoa was staring at Seifer.

"Is something wrong?" Squall asked.

Quistis. "Rin- no. Nothing."

The two women left. Outside the door, Quistis fixed Rinoa with a glare.

"What was that about?"

"They were.. they were..." She couldn't say it.

Quistis walked away with a shrug. Rinoa quickly followed.

She never could get out that Seifer and Squall had fucked right in front of her. She often babbled about them in the office to Quistis, but could never get it out. And Quistis tried to avoid her until, finally, Rinoa left Garden.

Squall and Seifer were just as happy without her.

And Squall never found out why Seifer thought it was hilarious when Quistis told them about Rinoa's babbling.


-END-


That was a lot of firsts for me. First FFVIII, Sirst SeiferxSquall, first real PWP. I hope you guys are happy with it!