A/N: Hello! Rachael here. This is the second chapter of a story that's going to be a Seifer x Squall fan fic with lots of surprises along the way!

Fandom: FFVIII

Universe: FFVIII game

Pairing: Seifer x Squall, background Cid x Edea and sideline Kadowaki

Time: post-FFVIII

Warning: Yaoi, Lemon, MPREG, AU, non-canon, moody Squall & Seifer (when are they not XD)

BALAMB GARDEN

[Squall]

"Did you run into any troubles with Seifer yesterday?"

I find Quistis resting her ass against my desk, arms crossed over her chest as she peers through the lenses of her ovoid glasses. She had walked into my office moments before to drop off another report I needed to read through which I added to the fifty other ones I was catching up on.

"He came around complaining about his limited mobility. Why?"

The blonde shrugs her shoulders with a sly smile on her prosaic features. "It's just that his tracker says he was in your room until noon."

The blood drains from my head as it simultaneously flares up into my face and I try my best to look unaffected by her worrying discovery. "Somehow he managed to get drunk." I explain, not really telling a lie even if it's not the whole truth, only the truth and nothing but the truth. "He passed out after a while and I didn't have the energy to remove him from my quarters."

Azure orbs burn through me in hopes of a slip of my tongue that I refuse to provide.

"Huh. I always wondered why you were never interested." The prone woman rises from my desk to pace gracefully towards the door with a seductive swing of her hips. "I guess now it makes sense."

Relief washes over me when she's out of the room and I can breathe out. That was too close for my comfort. I didn't know what to say if she had pressured me further as I was myself in the process of accepting what happened last night. Speaking of comfort I have to shift in the now pillowed chair to accommodate my brutally sore ass on account of Seifer Almasy, the most feared man in Balamb.

::It's gonna be such a blast to sit here for five more hours.::

Looking down at my report I sigh softly to myself. Sure it's a bit bothersome that I can't sit properly without feeling the remnants of Seifer's rough treatment but that's not what's bothering me. When I think back on the cesspool of confusion of Seifer's spur-of-the-moment turn-up I can't help but to feel discomfort at the whole thing. Thinking about the position he wanted me in and his undeniable roughness I get indecisive emotions swirling inside my head. It could be because he was drunk. I shouldn't have let him have his way in the drunken stupor but my thoughts were not my own at the time. What if he's forgotten all about it? It's easy for him but a helluva lot harder for me who was stone-cold sober at the time.

When I sneak off early to reward myself with a bit of a rest after last night I almost jump ten feet when I'm about to punch in the code to my dorm.

"Is it just me or are you walking funny today?" Leaning his massive frame against the wall the man I left behind in my bed (half hoping he would be gone when I got back) stands watching me with the biggest smirk on his features. If I wasn't so sore I'd punch that glib face of his for being so amused. "How's your ass?" He questions and I hush him zealously just in case someone else is around to hear his crude words.

"Shut the fuck up." I mutter while punching in the code I change every first Monday of the month. As I slip inside my quarters Seifer instantly follows, suddenly full with an energy that takes away from his dejected demeanor I've seen smothering him when he's paced around Garden like some kind of living dead.

I cross my arms over my chest before addressing the tall male "What do you want, Seifer?"

"I just wanted to know how you were feeling." The blonde inches over to me to wrap his strong, muscular arms around my waist to pull me closer to him. "And if you wanted to go again."

I push him away with more effort than I wanted to apply, having to blow some of my thick bangs out of my eyes. "I hate to tell you, seifer, but I'm not you're fuck-toy."

The lewd air surrounding the knight seems to dissipate at my moody refusal. "That's not what you sounded like last night. You were enjoying yourself, princess, don't try to deny it."

I hate it when he calls me that. "That doesn't mean I'm yours to plow whenever your dick feels lonely."

The taller man chuckles amusingly at me which only makes me angrier. "Hyne, Leonhart, what's the big deal? You're acting like a virgin who's angry they got their cherry popped."

I visibly flinch when he says that and have to avert my stormy gaze when his stupid countenance is too much for me to bear. Thus I am unable to see how shock drapes the knight's features.

"Holy shit, Squall." He breathes. "Did I pop your cherry?"

Feeling an oncoming blush I begin to remove my jacket and throw it at the bed to get out my frustration without injuring himself or me. "Don't come knocking at my door late at night either. They're tracking you through your shackles so it will be suspicious if you linger here more than necessary."

As if he doesn't hear me speaking to him Seifer releases a breathy chuckle. "Holy shit. I though you and Rinny were a thing. Don't tell me you never got a taste of that ass before she left?"

It shames me to think of that demeaning night when Rinoa wanted to take things to another level and I chickened out as soon as we came down to our underwear.

"Well well well." The way Seifer crosses his muscular arms over his chest and eyes me from head to toe like I'm his possession makes my skin crawl with discomfort. "I guess being the Hero's first is an achievement."

"Don't you dare tell anyone." I threaten harshly, my gloved finger pointing up at him accusingly.

Rather than slapping it away or mocking me further Seifer surprises me by taking my hand into his and kissing the leathered palm. "I don't need to boast about my conquest to be satisfied, kitten."

::What's with all the pet names?::

Although I would like to stay furious at the contemptuous blonde my body unwillingly melts under his prowess much to my innate frustration. "So that's all I am? Your conquest?"

"Hyne, stop acting like such a woman." He snaps at me and I silence. Realizing his harsh tone Seifer brushes some strands of my mane out of my face, and I notice how I instinctively lean into his warm touch. "I've wanted to plow that ass for some time."

"I didn't know you swung this way."

He exerts a soft chuckle. "I always knew you'd be a bottom."

To wipe away my scowl Seifer ducks in to kiss me. Relishing this even more than when I got second-hand intoxicated by his reeking breath I give in, surrendering myself to him fully. When I feel his wet tongue prying at my lips chills current through my body dwarfed by his and I open my mouth to invite his sharp tongue to fence with mine. As our lips part I release a soft breath longing for his air in my lungs.

"Are you sure you can't take a potion and go for another round?"

I sigh exasperatedly. ::You ass.::

XXX

[Seifer]

Ever since the callow night Squall and I shared around a month ago my spirits has been significantly lifted. Not only do I enjoy seeing my prince turn into a different person no one else has ever seen under my touch but I particularly enjoy how worried he gets whenever he fears someone might catch him coming to or leaving my chambers. It's absolutely quaint is what it is seeing the brunette fret over how to cover up my love-marks or keep his hair in check so it doesn't show the ruthlessness of my fingers tugging at it for my pleasure and his.

Before I couldn't believe that the great lion of Balamb could be a virgin but now that I've gotten to explore his sexuality with the brunette it all makes perfect sense. It surprised him that I would be interested in men as well but he knows I don't abstain from women just because I like some nice piece of commander ass. He hasn't questioned me about my former relationships or experience in the matter yet, if he will ever work up to it. Hopefully it's because he's jealous. I could see him as being the silently possessive type whereas I am the one who marks what is mine like I did with his face over a year ago.

It has become habit for us to meet up during the evening or late afternoon, albeit today Squall hasn't joined me in my quarters like he use to. It's past eight which is usually when he comes sneaking in. I can't help but wonder what's holding him up but decide to wait another hour before I make my way through Garden to reach the commander's quarters.

"HEY!" Shooting a casual glance over my shoulder I spot the kid with the chocobo-feather haircut in a hyperactive stance.

"What do you want, Chicken Wuss?"

"I'm just warnin' you man!" He unleashes some uncontrolled punches into the air while I stand by unimpressed by his showcase. "If you're bothering Squall I'll make sure you'll regret it!"

Tipping my head back I release an arrogant laugh. "Sure thing, kid. Whatever you need to tell yourself."

"I'm serious!" Zell stomps one foot into the ground, holding up his quaking fist at me. "You've done enough harm around here. No more or I'll take care of ya myself!"

For some reason I feel a jab in my chest and my ascetic air vanishes into thin air. Without humoring the hyperactive idiot I continue my march towards Squall's office up the elevator, passing by a couple of kids playing Triple Triad.

I find him sitting at his desk surrounded by a paper town just about which I think is a sad sight to see. I'm about to go in with a snarky remark when I'm diverted by the realization of his position. The moment it hits me I hurry to join the brunette's side as he's sitting hunched over, one fist tightened over the desk and the other holding onto his side like if he's trying to compress an open wound.

I fall to my knee beside him, trying to see past his silky bangs at the pained expression corrupting his beautiful features. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He claims weakly. The tightly clenched jaw and pallid tone of his skin says otherwise.

"If I have to force it out of you I will."

He knows better than to take my threat lightly. I know that Squall is the last person to show weakness and has almost as high a pain tolerance as me, so seeing him restrained by whatever it is causes my throat to tighten in worry. The fact that he has to swallow down some pain before speaking only furthers my misgivings though at least he's willing to talk.

"I've had some pains for most of the day."

"Why the hell didn't you go see Doctor K?"

"I thought it would get better."

I have to scoff at his vigilant stubbornness. "Clearly it didn't. Serves you right for being an idiot. Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere."

"I'll have to ask you to be more precise, princess."

He glowers at me but I keep steadfast to show him I'm serious.

"My abdomen." He bites out. "And my side."

"Right." I declare effortlessly as I rise up to my full length. "You're going to see doctor Kadowaki."

"I'll be alright." The brunette insists, a commending attempt to satiate my concerns.

"Tell that to some sucker who cares." I quip before taking a gentle hold of his narrow shoulders. "Can you get up or do I need to carry you bridal style?"

His death-glare tells me he'll die before he lets me do anything of the sort, not that that would stop me if it was required of me. Squall answers me by shakily getting up to his feet, though when I'm about to usher him to the door he staggers and grabs a firm hold of my bicep. I've got him in a secure grip to ensure if anything happens he won't fall and I pause for a second to give him time to breathe.

"Can you move?"

The brunette nods wearily. "I'm just dizzy."

"Alright." I declare without letting my wild emotions shine through. "Let's get you to Doctor K."

Being responsible for keeping the smaller man upright I successfully escort him to the medical center, though not without one and the other glance our way that the brunette is thankfully too unfocused to notice. At one point he begs me to stop to which I instantly halt to his request. I can feel bare hands clutching onto the fabric of my jacket hard enough to make his fist quiver. The hold lasts for roughly half a minute before he needs to take a deep breath as if he's been diving underwater and needs to come up for some air.

"I can get you there twice as fast if I don't have you slowing me down." I offer.

It's to no surprise that he doesn't accept. "I'll be fine."

"You better be." I won't have him croaking on me for some unforeseen reason. Squall Leonhart will die by my sword or on the battlefield, there is no other way for him to go.

Despite the bumps on the road we manage to get to the medical center without the brunette dropping dead or curling into a ball on the ground screaming in agony. He's tough though, wouldn't give in to whatever ailment is paining him, not the Balamb lion. When I rap my knuckles against the door to summon the hefty doctor he's pretty much relying on me fully for support to not sink down to the ground.

"What have we here." Says Kadowaki with that know-it-all tone of voice. "You haven't been knocking each other out again, have you?"

"Not while I'm still in shackles, K." I jest before ushering the weakened commander into the examination room. "Your commander here has been suffering from pains for most of the day and when I found him he could barely stand."

"Thanks for the overt recap." The pallid brunette sneers at me.

"Let's see then." Kadowaki pulls up a seat before him while I stand around like a security guard with my arms crossed as I watch over the younger male. "What seems to be the problem?"

"I have pains in my abdomen." Squall briefs. "Especially in my left side."

"For how long have you been experiencing this?"

"Since around noon I think."

He sees me narrowing my eyes in discontentment of his choice of actions but chooses to focus his sparse attention on Kadowaki.

"Did it start today?"

"… …"

"Answer the woman."

"No."

If we wouldn't be for Kadowaki I would have growled at him for this. Come think of it he has been looking a bit tired these past days or so but I foolishly believed it was because he was overworking.

"How long have you been experiencing this pain?"

"… Going on a week."

If he wasn't already in such pain I'd smack that idiot head of his.

"Anything else?" The woman asks as she superficially inspects the former cadet.

"The pain has made me nauseous and a bit dizzy."

"Tch."

"I see. I'll have to do an examination on you to make sure it's nothing serious. Maybe run a few tests." She then spins around her chair to look at me. "Will you give Leonhart some privacy, Mr. Almasy or are you expecting some reward for escorting the commander here?"

Although I don't appreciate her tone I agree to leave Squall to his physical. As I hold onto the handle of the door I turn back to shoot a quick gaze over to Squall that he acknowledges with a faint nod to ease my worries until I can come pick him up.

XXX

[Squall]

As I lie in my bed gently dwelling in slumber I hear the sound of my door coming open. Peeling one somnolent eye open I spot the handsome, tall blonde standing in my doorframe with a tray balanced on one hand.

"I thought I changed the code for that." I remark without any ill-will bearing in my tone. Now that he's here I get up into a sitting position so I'm not in a too vulnerable position that puts me in more of a disadvantage than I already am. One of the worst things I know is when people coddling me.

He smirks. "As if that's going to keep me out." All done with the repartee he closes up to the bed and weighs down the mattress with his weight to sit down right beside me. "How are you feeling, princess?"

After I deliver my displeased scowl for his unconventional nickname I sigh jadedly as I gaze upon my former sparring partner to give an honest answer. "Better."

The blonde places the tray on my nightstand. "What was wrong with you?"

"She doesn't know."

His scarred brow furrows. "Isn't she supposed to be the expert around here? What do you mean she didn't know? How can you get better if she doesn't know what's wrong with you?"

The fact that he gets so worked up over my well-being is heart-warming but I try to assure him there's nothing to worry about. "Kadowaki says I might have a stomach ulcer so it's nothing life-threatening."

"You looked kind of bleak back there." Seifer remarks without his permanent leer in place. "Are you sure it's not something like appendicitis?"

"I didn't know you were a pre-med." I purposefully mock the blonde now that I'm not losing my mind to crippling pain. I eye the platter the blonde has brought me, quirking a brow at him. "Did you bring me lunch?"

"Seeing as you haven't left your bed in two days I decided that was the best option."

I never thought I would see my senpai bringing me lunch on a tray or swinging by every day to ensure I was alright. I guess they really have a point in the theory that boys who like you treat you like shit because they don't know how to handle their emotions. The dormant smile that's been lingering on my lips fades as the distinction reminds me of the time back in D-district. Seifer is so different now than from how he was back then when he was under Edea's influence and spell. It's like he's not even the same person.

Seifer must have noticed my darkening thoughts because he asks me "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You're gonna have to try harder than that, princess."

Reluctantly I sigh, averting my gaze to stare out into the room. "I was thinking of the war."

This manages to silence him instantly. Usually that takes several hours if I manage at all, but this strikes a discord within him. I dare glance over at him and recognize that fortitude so ridiculously familiar to my own. Perhaps that's why I have such an easy time reading him. Even though we're nothing alike, we're still from the same marrow.

"I guess it'll take a while to forget. If ever."

"It wasn't your fault." I try tentatively. It falls on deaf ears, the guilt of what he's done being the indescribable chains that weighs down his shackles.

"Don't try to make excuses for what I did."

"You were under Edea's control."

"Not as much as you'd like to believe."

Not appreciating to see the blonde disconsolate this way I reach out to take hold of his hand a few sizes bigger than my own. This makes emerald orbs shift over to mine which is exactly what I want to achieve. It feels strange to accommodate such a soft part of myself that only Seifer is capable of pulling out of me, especially after all those years as bitter rivals when all either of us wanted was to be close to the other but didn't know how so we resorted to the only thing we knew.

"If you were rid of your shackles would you turn against Garden?"

His brow furrows in confusion.

"You wouldn't."

"What's your point?"

"You're not a bad person. Despite what you want others to believe."

A charmed smirk takes on his features. "When did you become such a softy, Leonhart?"

Irritated with his inability to embrace my attempt to be kind and resorting to mocking me instead, I take back my hand and grumpily avert my gaze to look away from him. Soon I feel his calloused fingers on my jawline, gently pulling me back into the mercy of emerald orbs.

"I will never hurt you again."

His words are delivered with such a solemn execution it sounds to me like nothing less than a promise. And I believe him. Perhaps it is foolish of me to trust in someone who has continuously broken me down and gone against me, but the throbbing within my chest is too strong for me to ignore.

He pulls me in a bit further to reward me with another kiss that would have made me stumble if I wasn't sitting own.

"Unless you want me to." Seifer delivers with a smirk that completely ruins the tender moment and annihilates it to which I glare at him until he kisses my anger away. "So are you going to be okay from now on?"

"I heal fast."

"Good."

XXX

[Seifer]

The incident with Squall's insides deciding to wreak havoc unsettled my nerves more than I like to admit. I fell right into the role of caretaker until he was fit enough to take care of himself again, which must have brought on some suspicion and conspiracy theories around Garden if there wasn't already enough of them floating around. I don't give a behemoth's ass about what anyone says but Squall is still so uptight about the fact that we're fucking. Of course he'd never put it as crudely as that even if that is the simplest way of expressing what we have going on. We're still slipping in and out of each other's chambers like school children although I'm pretty sure everyone knows that we're more than we were before.

I have been keeping a close eye on him. Since Kadowaki insisted on not letting me know what was wrong with the brunette I had to prepare for all possibilities and hope he wouldn't fall ill on me again. But he seems to have recovered pretty nicely and without any unexpected complications. He's gone back to being the distant commander clad in his SeeD uniform, filling out blanquettes and attending meetings I'm sure he's not needed for. Meanwhile all I have to do is to stay around and listen to his reiteration of the major problems that's been brought up, pretending to be faintly interested before I can get him out of his clothes and at my disposal.

This farce proceeded for several months until neither of us cared that everyone having any knowledge of my tracking device must know about our engagement. It's not like we show affection anywhere but in the bedroom when we know we're alone, but I think my ice prince's defenses have weakened with time.

It's crazy that the days pass by so quickly when we're together when one day could feel like a year in his absence. I guess he's more useful than he makes himself out to be.

"Why if it isn't Seifer Almasy."

I have been sitting on a bench just outside Garden to read a magazine I've made Squall subscribe to on my behalf when I hear the familiar voice uttering my name. As I glance up I see the dorkus Cid Kramer beside a dark woman dressed in purple that sends me into a state of ominous shock.

"Kramers."

"I heard that you were pardoned and brought back here under supervision."

"You got that right." I speak to the chubby guy even though my eyes are fixated on his wife. "I heard you two got back into the orphanage business."

He nods. "We did. We thought it was only right to put things right that we have made wrong."

"Dumping your shit in Squall's lap. How considerate."

The old buffoon shakes his head. "That's not what I intended to do."

"Well it's what you did."

"I know Squall is capable enough of taking care of matters here. That's why I left him in charge."

"Cut the crap. If you're looking for someone to justify your cowardice retreat I'm not the one you're looking for."

"Darling why don't you go and find inspector Trepe so I can have a word with Seifer?" Edea asks her husband who doesn't look too thrilled about the idea of leaving us two alone.

"Who says I want to talk to you?"

She gives me a soft smile. "I only hope that you will."

Grunting to show my disapproval I don't say that I won't which Cid takes as a yes. "I'll leave you two to it. I'll be back in a while."

Happy to be rid of him I am left deeply uncomfortable by being in my matron's company. We haven't spoken after what went down in the war and I was naively hoping this day would never come.

"I was so relieved to hear you got pardoned." She says with a hand against her chest. "I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything bad happened to you because of me."

I scoff dryly. "Well I guess these are a mild price to pay for the damage I've caused."

She looks at my shackles and nods. "I got something similar." Touching her neck wearing some type of choker. "It makes me relieved to be wearing actually. It ensures I can't put anyone to harm again."

"They should have taken away Hyperion from me if they wanted to ensure that." I quip though I'm glad they didn't.

Dark orbs look at me with compassion, so different from how they looked when she was possessed by Ultimecia. "Seifer you don't know how sorry I am for what happened to you."

"It's not your fault."

"It's not fair that you should be captivated here." She sighs dolefully. "You're no danger to anyone."

"Think again."

My matron smiles at me in that motherly way I recall from a distant childhood. "How are things between you and Squall?"

I can't help but smile to myself. "Let's say we made up."

"I'm joys me to hear that. You were so close when you were children. How is he handling the responsibility of being a commander?"

"He's working himself half to death because he's an undying perfectionist." I hope the guilt pierces through my matron since I consider it her chubby hubby's fault for my ice princess's distress.

"You shouldn't blame Cid." The raven-haired tries. "He does all he can to help him out."

"That doesn't fucking show."

Slender fingers come to finger absently on her necklace. "One other condition for me to be allowed around people is that I have a guardian with me, Seifer. Cid is my guardian."

I didn't know about that but frankly it doesn't make me feel any more sympathy towards the old man. He is after all somewhere around his fifties and Squall is going on nineteen. It's not that I think he can't handle it I just dislike how everyone keeps expecting him to do everything for nothing in return. It leaves a foul taste in my mouth.

"If there's nothing else you want I'll be leaving now." I declare already halfway in motion to turn my heel.

She moves up to me to grab a hold of my arm and begs "Please stay, Seifer."

"Why do you want from me, matron?" I emphasize in hopes of getting her to flinch and back off.

She looks up at me with solemn eyes. "There is more I would like to talk to you about."

XXX

[Squall]

Ever since Cid came by to give me some tips on how to run this place as smoothly as possible Seifer has been acting weirdly. I don't know why and I haven't been able to pry it out of him but it bothers me to the extent that it influences my work. I get a painful reminder of this when Quistis snaps her fingers in front of me to get my attention.

"Are you still here, commander?"

"Sorry."

The librarian-looking blonde preens back and eyes me with azure eyes the way she always does when she's trying to figure me out. "Trouble in paradise?"

"… …?"

"Come on, you can't think I don't know."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

She rolls her eyes. "Wouldn't it be easier to not have to sneak around when you wanted to be with each other?"

My face blushes violently. "I'm trying to keep Seifer in check."

A mild smirk flowers on Quistis's face. "Squall?"

I look up.

"How's the sex?"

When I couldn't stand Quistis's inquisitive questions anymore I collected as many of my papers as I could to escape the highly uncomfortable situation she forced me into. Bewildered by the fact that people know about me and Seifer I practically storm through Garden without thinking of where I'm going. It doesn't strike me that I have gone to Seifer's room before I'm standing before the blonde's door. Seeing as how I'm already here I knock twice so he knows it's me and opens up for me.

"Calling an early day?" He asks me with a faded smirk.

"Something like that." I pace past the blonde to pull out the chair to his desk where I plop down with a sigh. "It never ends."

"If you're not up for the task I'm sure there's plenty in line for your position."

"I can't. Everyone is counting on me."

"You don't owe them anything." I stare at Seifer until he notices my glare and asks me "What?"

"What's up with you?"

Pulling a hand through the short blonde hair Seifer shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I know you, Seifer Almasy. The fact that you haven't jumped my bones in days is enough to prove you're not yourself."

"Damn, Squall, do you think I'm some kinda nympho?"

"… …"

A rolling of emerald green eyes. "Hyne, there's no getting past you is there?"

"If you give me grief about falling ill it's only fair I get to call you out on your bullshit."

The tall blonde takes a seat at the end of the mattress. I rise from my seat only to plop down next to him awaiting his explain to me what's been bothering him all this time.

"You know Cid dropped by a couple of days ago."

"Yes, he came to talk to me."

"Edea came with him."

I promptly freeze. I haven't seen our matron in ages, not since the war was still ongoing. "And?"

"She…" I deduct by the way his jaw clenches that he's disturbed by what he's about to tell me. "She told me some things."

"What did she tell you?"

For once he's the one resorting to silence.

"Seifer…"

"She told me about… things I did when I was under her control. Things I didn't know about until now."

Compassion surges through me and I release a sigh into the room. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Looking down at his shackles. "It's all me, baby."

Without forewarning I reach out to take hold of Seifer's face to make him look at me. "It wasn't you."

He's ducking his head back to break free from my hold. "Don't make excuses for me, Squally-boy."

When I move my position to sit on his lap in a straddling position it wipes away the gloom from his face and replaces it with surprise.

"What are you doing?"

"You can't let the past define you."

A weary scoff falls from the base of his lips. "What are you, a shrink now too?"

I refuse to break my stern gaze, instead intensifying my hold of the blonde head I adore so much it hurts me inside at times. I glare into his eyes, demanding for him to listen to me.

"You don't belong to her."

He frowns. "Who?"

"Edea. You're not her knight anymore." Before he gets time to give me any lip I mesh my lips against his roughly while clinging to those sharp features. I feel his capable hands coming up my back to rest on my waist and only when I don't have any breath left do I release him. "You're mine."

"Damn, Leonhart…" Seifer chuckles softly. "I didn't take you for the possessive type."

"Shut up." I breathe before claiming his lips once more. I push my body as close to Seifer's as I physically can, gently grinding my crotch up against his lower stomach. The groan I hear surge through his throat tells me I'm doing a good job and I snap my head back to get some hair out of my face. "Lie down."

Arching a brow at me Seifer abides my command when I place my hand against his chest. Now free to do whatever I want I cross my arms over my chest to take hold of the hem of my shirt so I can pull it off and expose my upper body.

The knight wolf-whistles at the sight of me and reaches out to run his coarse fingertips over my abdomen. Throwing the shirt away into the room I make sure to move my body in a seductive way until I can feel something hard press against my bum. It always amuses me how little it takes to get Seifer in the mood and I can't help but wonder if he's only like that with me or if it's a general trait of his.

Regardless I begin to unbuckle my single belt, pulling it out of the hoops to tie Seifer's left wrist to the header.

"Shit." He laughs. "Where did you hide this side of you?"

Unresponsive I steal Seifer's own belt to repeat the procedure with his right wrist, using the part not claimed by the shackles to get my way. I then move downwards, taking the hem of his pants and boxers with me, proceeding to remove my own garments as soon as I'm standing on the floor. Fully naked I straddle the blonde once more, slowly pulling my hand over his chest and down his ripped abs.

I can see how he's pulling at the belts as I take hold of his ripe erection to position it at my opening. With one inhalation to brace myself I pierce myself on his penis, both of us emitting a noise to signify our deep and collective pleasure.

"Fuck, Squall…"

In a secure position I begin to move my hips, grinding down against the base of his dick and then up in a pace I know my knight thinks is far too slow. Whipping my head back I grab a hold of my unattended hard-on to pump myself at the same time as I'm rolling my hips against Seifer's until he's producing a string of groans too amusing to not grin at.

As the slow movements begin to become unsatisfying I move faster, harder to get out the full amount of pleasure for the both of us, continuing to pump until my breath hitches in my chest and I feel my cum splattering over Seifer's stomach. The tightening of my anus at my release is enough to bring on Seifer's too, his legs twitching involuntarily as his batch fills me up.

Breathing heavily the both of us I whip my head to the side to get rid of some of my bangs so I can look down at the blonde in his full glory.

"Baby, I'm yours." He grins at me.

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I can't believe how fast time has passed since the day I got here. It seems like so far away, decades if not eons in the past. It's almost as if I never left Garden. Except everything is different. I am no longer a skilled cadet in hopes of becoming a SeeD, nor am I particularly welcome here anymore. Still I think people are unwillingly warming up to my presence now that I've proven that I'm not a threat. Well not the way they're thinking anyway.

To pass time and to not die of absolute boredom when I can't hang around the gorgeous brunettes I have begun to partake in classes for the youngsters, often serving as their opponent on the battlefield. Quistis is the one in charge of those classes since I am in need of a supervisor to not corrupt the young innocent minds, but I actually enjoy it. It beats hanging around the training center forever.

"That's it for today, everyone." Quistis declares to her class at the end of the session. "Remember to do your homework that's due Tuesday."

A few of the boys have dedicated their admiration to me over the course of the previous months where I'm surprised no one has dared ask for an autograph just yet. They always say goodbye to me personally whenever I hang around making comments that thwarts Quistis's teaching and I can see the sparkle in their eyes as soon as I acknowledge their existence. I had forgotten how good it felt to be worshipped.

"You did good today, Seifer." She tells me as soon as the underlings have exited the classroom. "It's hard to believe it was only a few years ago you and I sat behind these benches."

"I always knew I was one to lead."

The blonde chuckles behind her hand. "I always knew you'd have an ego big enough to think so."

"You know if I wasn't ostracized by the whole world I'd probably be the headmaster of this academy."

"There's a lot you could have been if you chose the right side." I knew she said that to hurt me but I merely scoff at her weak attempt and prepare to take my leave. "How is Squall?"

Halting mid-motion I turn around to face her. "Why don't you ask him?"

"Because I rarely get to see him if it's not for a staff meeting." She eludes with a sneaky expression that could only befit a woman of her grace.

"That's not my problem, is it."

Ready to leave she stops me once more by saying "Do you know he's going to Galbadia?"

As if on cue I turn around to glare at her with something venomous in my gaze. "What?"

"He's been summoned to assess the recreation of Galbadia Garden. The presidents will be there as well as the high-ranked controlling the institute."

He hasn't mentioned a word of this to me. By the looks of Quistis's satisfaction of telling me she is well aware of this fact which must be why she spilled the beans before anyone else got the chance to.

"What does that have to do with me?" I say now pretending like we aren't anything to each other but old rivals who reconciled and can now stand each other.

She smiles a poisoned grin. "I just thought you ought to know."

I don't give the spectacled blonde as much as a venomous remark to her rigged expulsion of information she knew would grind my gears. Instead I leave the classroom to head to the training center which is the sole place I can work off some steam that doesn't involve the brunette in my bed.

"I thought you'd be here."

Hearing the familiar voice of the ice prince I know better than the melody that springs from my vocal chords makes me regain the tension I've been working for hours to lose. I stand up straight with sweat clothing my skin like a thin veil but refuse to look him in the eye at first which is hard because of obvious reasons.

"Where else would I be?"

"I have some news." The brunette is evidently unaware of my depleted mood, perhaps because I am constantly in a bad mood whenever he is not around to bring out the softer side of me. "You will be happy to hear it."

"What is it?"

"They have pushed through the extension of your shackles." He presents clearly happy for the achievement. "You're able to go as far as the fire cavern without supervision and are allowed to go to Balamb with the condition that you bring a chaperone with you."

On a different time this would have been the light of my day, a clear victory after being treated like a rabid dog for some months shy of a year that needs to wear a muzzle at all times. But I'm not happy with my prince today. I won't bend my knee to accommodate him until he has explained the information Quistis disclosed earlier to me.

So instead of cheering in jubilation I utter "That's great." With little to no conviction.

"I thought you would be more excited about it." Squall admits. When I give him nothing it's when he realizes something isn't quite right between us. "What's the matter?"

"When were you going to tell me you were going to Galbadia?" Only now do I turn around to face him.

He exhales a sigh through his nostrils, letting his hand rest on his lithe waist. "You heard."

"Yeah, I heard." I sneer in hurt. "When were you going to tell me?"

"Tonight?"

I scoff turning to brush my palm over Hyperion's blade to rid it of the green goo left from defeating one of the many monsters about two minutes before the brunette decided to show up.

I can hear his dainty steps as he walks up to me. "I didn't know how I was going to tell you."

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long will you be gone?"

"A few weeks." He guesses. "Maybe just over a month."

Once again I let out a breathy laugh and shake my head that makes him ask me what it means. "That's fine. You don't have any obligation to tell me. Just go and fulfill your duty, commander."

His eyes are harsh and so is the rest of his undeniably attractive face. "It's not like that."

"Oh?" My arms cross over my chest. "What is it like then?"

I spy murder in his eyes for forcing him to verbalize what he would rather I interpret without putting him through the embarrassment of having to say aloud. After this unexpected surprise I had to hear from Quistis of all people I'm not going to play mind-reader even if by now I'm better than most at it.

"I don't want to leave you." It's almost physically painful for the brunette to admit weakness so I know when he says it it's true. "I thought if I didn't say it it wouldn't happen. But that obviously doesn't work and it was stupid of me not to tell you anything so I'm telling you now. I'm leaving for Galbadia in a couple of days to attend some high-ranked conferences. I'll probably be gone for a couple of weeks before I can return."

It's incredible how easily he can relieve me of any anger that usually festers in me until it turns into a fire that turns everything I go near into cinder. Only a mere couple of minutes ago I was furious. If it was anyone but him I would have probably earned myself a painful punishment from my shackles yet now it's like all that tension has dissipated.

"If you're expecting me to say I'm gonna miss your scrawny ass you're waiting for nothing."

If it wouldn't hurt the ice prince's muscles to produce a smile I'm sure he would have done it right then. Thankfully I can see it in his eyes when he offers such grace that I deeply cherish.

"What are you gonna do if you get sick over there in Galbadia?" I probe with a quirked brow. "Who's gonna bring you your sloppy joes?"

His lithe shoulder shrugs. "I guess I'll have to take care of myself."

Now far past my anger with the younger male who withheld information from me I leave my gunblade to edge closer to the brunette, forcing him up against one of the palm trees. "If you're going soon I should give you something to remember me by."

"Right, because I'm gonna forget about you in the short time I'm gone."

"With all the GF's you're all so crazy about equipping, who knows?" My hand sneaks up to slither under the thin fabric of his t-shirt to feel the grooved bumps of his ribs under pure skin.

"You're not seriously thinking about doing that here." Cerulean eyes peer up at me with horror mixed with thrill.

"Why not? I know where the cameras have their blind spot." Before he's able to object I tackle the brunette to the ground to which he gives up an 'oof!' when his back hits the earth after falling through the plants. "It's like we're all alone."

"You like this now but just wait until a t-rexaur comes and bites your dick off."

I laugh haughtily at his comment. "When did you develop a sense of humor?"

"Sometime when you were busy moping about my leave."

I produce a growl from the pit of my stomach and attack the brunette's exposed neck with lips, tongue and teeth.

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A/N: Hi~ I hope you liked this chapter and the story so far. The next chapter will be a bit more angsty because the pregnancy is starting for real. RnR please and thank you! 33