WARNING: This chapter is slightly yaoi-ish. (is that even a word?) reader discretion is advised. Then again, anyone that can't deal with it shouldn't be reading this, but anyway...just a warning.

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Chapter 4

Milkshakes

The door of the Commander's office slid open, and Squall stumbled, being shoved from behind by Seifer, who strode in behind him, a smirk on his face bigger than his ego.

Squall glared at Seifer icily. "That wasn't necessary, Seifer," Squall growled. "I need to get back to work." He watched Seifer as he punched a code into the pad, locking the door from the inside and giving them infinite privacy. Seifer approached Squall, running a hand through his fluffy brown hair.

"Yes, you do…" Seifer said softly, diving onto Squall and pushing him onto his desk. Squall protested with a muffled yelp of surprise.

"Seifer, not here…" Squall said as Seifer began to attack his neck hungrily. Seifer explored the smooth skin, sating his lust only slightly.

"Yes here…" Seifer mumbled in the middle of a rather vigorous hickey. He leaned off, kissing Squall on his plump lips, his tongue battling with Squall's. Seifer's mind was soaring: he felt as good as ever.

"Nnh…" Squall groaned, releasing himself from Seifer's lips for a moment. "Fuck you, Seifer…" he mumbled before attacking Seifer's mouth again, this time with as much vigor as the blonde.

Seifer released himself from Squall's lips, moving further down Squall's torso.

"Fuck you…" Seifer mused for a moment. "Got it…" Seifer cupped Squall's groin as he took off Squall's jacket and top, before sucking erotically a nipple.

Squall was now lying flat on the desk, and Seifer was practically crowing in joy. He was marking his territory. Fucking the Commander in his office had been a lifelong fantasy of his, and now, it was being fulfilled, very much for his excitement. He would make it last, and he would never forget it.

Seifer was removing Squall's belts one by one with one hand, while the other explored the young lion's body curiously, touching every sensitive curve and point. The other hand made deft work of each belt, unbuckling them and releasing them with ease, while Squall softly moaned with pleasure underneath him.

The ritual was beginning; the final belt was becoming loosened. Squall's shirt was off and the brunet was completely under Seifer's control. Finally, the buckle of the belt came undone, and Squall gasped in recognition while Seifer grinned insanely at fulfilling his dream…

Suddenly, the door flung open ceremoniously. "Hiya, princess!" A voice yelled from across the room.

Squall fell off the desk ungracefully in surprise. Seifer looked up at the newcomer with infinite fury. Demyx. He was looking across the room at the display, unfazed by the several belts strewn across the floor. His attention was directed strangely at Seifer's pants.

"Fuck off Demyx," was Seifer's first words. The blonde musician blinked.

"Yo, Ex-Knight, your fly's undone," Demyx said slowly, approaching the desk as Squall appeared suddenly next to it, his many belts back on his hips and his jacket fitting smugly on his slim frame.

"So I noticed…" Seifer said with gritted teeth. "Get out."

Demyx looked confused as he scratched his head in a bemused matter. "I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" He asked innocently.

"Actually…" Seifer began, but Squall cut in.

"Hello, Demyx,' he said calmly, ignoring the easily distinguishable hickey on his neck. "What do you want?"

Demyx rocked back and forth, his hands smugly behind his back. "Actually, Princess, I was wondering if I could offer you a milkshake? I mean…" His hesitancy was intended; a natural part of persuasion. "You do have a lot to get through. You could use a break."

Seifer stood up, his hair sticking out at odd angles. "He was just in the middle of one, Demyx…" Seifer began dangerously.

"I'll have a vanilla," Squall said over the top of Seifer, who spun around on one heel, sputtering at his abrupt interruption. He was about to protest when…

"Great! I'll get it for you," Demyx said happily, his cloak sweeping behind him as he exited. He stopped at the doorframe. "I'm sorry, Seifer, where are my manners?" He said in mock surprise. "Do you want anything?"

Seifer opened his mouth for a moment, an insult ready to roll off his tongue, when he was halted by an overenthusiastic Demyx.

"No?" He said quickly, with a look on his face which was irritating to Seifer. "Oh, well, one vanilla milkshake!" His head whipped quickly out of sight, and his footsteps could be heard jogging down the corridor.

A vein was popping out of Seifer's head in frustration. He strode over to the door and closed it again, this time punching in the most secure code he knew to lock the door. At last, he swooped on Squall again, his sex flame relit.

"Where were we?" Seifer said erotically.

"I'm not in the mood anymore, Seifer," Squall said simply, walking towards his store cupboard, leaving a thoroughly pissed Seifer to gape in his wake. This had gone far enough. He now officially hated Demyx. He had interrupted his chance of claiming the commander's office as his. He would pay dearly.

The door hissed opened again and Demyx walked into the room again, this time holding a milkshake and a small package wrapped in plastic. Seifer stared at him incredulously, having just locked the stupid fucking door.

"How the fuck did you get in here?" Seifer growled, his hate unbarred.

"Your friend Selphie gave me all the codes," Demyx said simply, throwing Seifer the plastic covered package. Seifer caught and examined it: it was a large chocolate chip cookie.

"What's this for?" Seifer said, confused.

"Well, you get so angry all the time," Demyx said, setting the milkshake down on the desk. "I presumed your blood sugar must be low or something."

He moved behind Squall's desk as Seifer moved swiftly towards him, making clenching movements with his fists. It took all his willpower not to break the musician's nose, but he didn't want blood going all over the exotic rug: he was looking to use it was a mattress should the need arise…

"This chair looks comfy," Demyx said to himself, moving around the desk and into the chair, sighing in pleasure. He bounced on it briefly like a hyperactive child, before spinning himself around on the swiveling seat.

"You gotta try this, Seifer!" He said loudly, his head leaning backwards off the back of the chair as he spun. Seifer looked upon Demyx in amazement: he didn't expect the newcomer to be so…childish.

"This is a private office, Demyx, not a preschool," Seifer said loudly. "Get out now."

Demyx pouted, rising out the seat and staggering towards Seifer, grabbing the milkshake as he approached the ex-knight. "Don't be so mean, Seifer," He said nonchalantly, grabbing the cookie from Seifer and opening the wrapping, before stuffing the whole thing into Seifer's gaping mouth. "Eat. You'll feel better."

Seifer's hand grasped for Hyperion as Squall walked back into the room, his arms clutching a stack of files. "Hi, Demyx," Squall mumbled. He nodded toward the milkshake in Demyx's hand. "Is that mine?"

Seifer grabbed the milkshake off the desk before Squall could accept it, holding it out for him. Seifer attempted to say "Here you go, Squall!" with a mouthful of cookie, which resulted Squall being sprayed with a hail of breadcrumbs.

Squall put the files on the desk, grabbing the milkshake off Seifer, looking at him strangely. "Please eat that cookie before you talk, Seifer," Squall said, rubbing his brow as Demyx struggled not to laugh.

"Yeah, Seifer," Demyx said cockily, walking around Seifer with a bounce in his step. "Eat the cookie."

Seifer pulled the bitten cookie out of his mouth, coming up close to Demyx's face. "Sure thing, Demyx," Seifer said deliberately, his mouth full and sending crumbs and spit over Demyx's cloak.

Squall suckled on the straw of the milkshake, in exactly the same method as he used when sucking off Seifer, who struggled to swallow his mouthful of cookie as he watched. Squall stopped drinking, looking at Demyx with vague interest.

"Where did you get this, Demyx?" Squall asked Demyx, who was brushing crumbs off his cloak , grumbling as he did so.

"Well, actually, I made it myself," Demyx answered shyly, while Seifer coughed loudly, hinting the word "queer". Demyx eyed him angrily for a split second, before turning back to Squall. "Well, I'll leave now. Good luck with your work, Princess!"

With that, he walked out of the door, closing it behind him. Seifer rushed to the door after him, barring it with Hyperion and punching in the code one final time. He turned maniacally towards Squall, who was looking at him strangely.

"No, Seifer," Squall said before Seifer even opened his mouth.

Seifer growled briefly before wrenching Hyperion out of the doorframe to go and sit in the corner, stabbing Hyperion into the ground in frustration and biting into his cookie while Squall continued to mark his exams.

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NB: I loved writing that chapter. There will be funnier situations than these, I say that now. While I'm here, I must thank Solo Duet for beginning the idea of Squall and Demyx in the one story. Go the SquallxDemyx revolution. Please review.