Hey, everyone! I am SO sorry this took so long to get up! MAJOUR case of writers block! Plus, I only had three reviews last time, so I figured I could take my time. Not that many people were interested, so nya.

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Chapter nine: Recurrence

At the end of their meal, Seifer leaned on the table, staring at the young Commander in front of him. Squall glanced at him and shifted uncomfortably. Seeing this reaction in the teen, Seifer could not help but smirk. After their plates were cleared from the table, the waitress came back with a little black book in her hand. She smiled at the two and set the pad on the table.

"Is there anything else I can get you two? Desert? Coffee? Coffee and desert?" she smiled when she saw a slight chuckle come from the blond.

"No, I think we're good here," he glanced at Squall when he spoke. "Yeah. We're fine."

She continued to flash her smile about as she put her hand on the black book. "All right! That's great to hear. Just bring this to the bar and pay for it there, okay? If you need anything in the meantime, just ask."

Seifer stared at her as she walked off to another table, making sure everything was okay. He sighed and looked back to Squall who had gone back to staring at a spot on the table. The blond grabbed the check from where it laid on the table and moved to stand up. Looking at the brunet, he held up the black book and motioned towards the bar. Squall glanced up at him.

"Be right back."

Squall said nothing, only shook his head and then turned to face the napkin holder. Seifer released a sigh and left to pay the tab. Squall sat there for quite some time, mind drifting off onto other things – mainly any work he had left to complete back at the Garden. He was not sure how long he had been sitting there waiting for the other to return; he even had half a mind to just leave. Nevertheless, when Seifer did arrive back to the table, he did not bother to sit back down or anything. He just laid some gil on the table, receiving a glance from the younger male.

The blond raised a brow.

"Squall, if you want, rent a cab back to the Garden or stay in town. I'm going to…," he glanced backwards at their waitress, "head off for the night." She gave him an impatient stare. She had thrown on her coat and was now waiting by the door, waiting for the blond to hurry up.

Squall looked at the waitress and then back to Seifer. He looked at the gil on the table before shaking his head.

"You gonna be all right?" Seifer asked as he stared at the other intently, waiting for a reply. He watched as Squall just shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine. Whatever."

Seifer sighed. He turned and walked over to the female who lit up when he headed her direction. She latched onto his arm and said something that caused the male to laugh. As they walked out the door, Seifer looked back to Squall who had gone back to staring at the napkin holder. He rolled his eyes and followed after the female.

They exited the bar and Seifer had his arm wrapped around the female's waist. The streets of Balamb were somewhat crowded, but not nearly as much since there were no teenagers from Garden roaming the streets. Or, those that were were few in numbers. A group that consisted of two females and two males passed by them duo that Seifer instantly recognized as students from his class. They did not even notice him as they continued to go on and on about something they had read in Occult Magazine. It was obvious that the group was on a group date, but when one of the girls saw something in one of the shops, she ditched the group and went running to see it, whatever it was. She called over the other female and they gawked at the item on the counter in the shop. After some coaxing, one of them finally convinced their date to get it for them.

The waitress laughed slightly when Seifer said something and they continued walking until they arrived at the Balamb Hotel. She stood behind him as he paid for a room and after a courtesy nod, she walked up the stairs to the room in front of the blond. As they entered the room, she sat down on the bed and watched as Seifer removed his trench coat. When she laughed slightly, Seifer could not help but bring his attention towards her.

He raised a brow.

"Something humorous?"

She shook her head and leaned back on her hands, a sly smirk on her face.

"Nothing, really. But when I first saw you and your friend enter the bar, I thought you were gay."

Seifer frowned as the brunette continued to laugh about the thought. She put her hand in front of her mouth and winked at the other. "Donnie didn't think that, though," she continued and Seifer raised a brow. "He's the bar owner," she answered the unasked question. "But nope. He thought your friend was a girl…."

She trailed off and broke into tiny fits of laughter. Seifer could not help but force down a chuckle that wanted to escape from his throat. It seemed that quite a few people thought Squall was a female first time they ever saw him. He recalled how his entire class had that exact same first impression. The female flipped her hair behind her and put her hand down, a smirk still playing with her features.

"It was hysterical," she said when she saw the smirk trying to make its way to Seifer's face. "Donnie and a few of the other employees kept saying how pretty he was and wouldn't believe me when I told them that it wasn't a girl. He kept saying, 'That can't be a man!'" she said with a mock deep voice, trying to mimic the voice of the bar owner. "'You're crazy, Cassie! No guy on earth is that slender!' And what's worse is that no one disagreed with him." She smiled when Seifer began laughing. He could hold it back no longer.

He could see where people would get that impression. The male was quite small for being so strong. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. He had very feminine features even in his face. His jaw was not even square, he had large oval eyes; to top it off he did have a very slender waist and small hips.

Seifer shook his head, stopping his laughing almost instantly when he realized what he was thinking. Suddenly, the image of Squall standing in the bathroom with only the towel wrapped around his waist made its way back into Seifer's head. He shook his head again when the image refused to leave.

"Anyway," the female went on, "I very highly doubt you want to chit chat," she said as she began taking off her jacket.

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Squall hung his head as he stared at the amount of gil on the table. This was just perfect. He did not want to come out in the first place, but after being dragged out of Garden, he decided why not; but then he was ditched anyway. This just was not his night. He sighed and stood up, grabbing the gil from the table.

I don't need a ride – I need a drink, he thought as he shifted to sit at the bar. He looked around and noted that there was only one other person in the bar other than him was a man that looked mid-thirties and he, too, was sitting at the bar, a beer on his right. He was talking to one of the bartenders about nothing in particular.

When someone noticed that Squall was now sitting at the bar, they walked over to him.

"Can I get you anything?" they asked, their voice deep.

"Anything strong."

The guy laughed and grabbed a glass that sat upside down behind the bar. He turned and began fixing whatever as Squall stared at nothing in particular. When the man came back, he set it down in front of him and stared intently at the brunet as he watched Squall take a drink. He raised his eyebrows.

"What happened to your date?"

Squall brought the glass down from his lips and gave the bartender a curious stare. "My date?"

"You know, that other guy you were with. You get dumped?"

Squall clicked his tongue and brought the drink back up; but before he took another gulp, he replied. "Yeah. That's it." He swallowed down another swig.

The bartender shook his head solemnly. "Sorry to hear it." He watched as Squall took yet another drink before setting it back down on the table. For a moment, he said nothing and Squall shifted uncomfortably. "So, you live in town?" Squall shook his head. "Or do you go to Garden? You seem young enough. Hear everyone went on some trip. It's quite empty around town on the weekends when students are absent."

Squall just nodded.

"Yeah."

"You're not the talkative type, are you?"

Squall just shrugged. "Guess not." He took another sip from his drink.

The bartender sighed. "Come on. It's not difficult. Just start talking about whatever comes to mind."

How about getting you to leave me alone? Squall thought, bringing the drink to his lips.

When he said nothing, the man sighed and pulled back from the counter. "Have it your way, then." He walked to the other end of the counter towards the other man working behind the bar. Suddenly, the three people laughed about something or other.

He continued to take sips of his drink until he began feeling the effect of it. He shook his head, trying to get his mind right. The drink was strong, but it was not that strong. Maybe there was a bit too much stress today. Taking into account that he was already half-asleep, add some alcohol and mental thinking to the mix and he felt like he was getting drunk. He put the now empty glass down, though with a bit more force than her intended. He held his head.

He suddenly felt dizzy and when he opened his eyes and tried to focus on something, it looked as if the room was spinning. He groaned, shaking his head again. Maybe the drink was a bit too strong for him.

"You all right?"

He looked up to see the blurred face of the bartender looking at him, somewhat concerned. He was unable to form words so instead he just nodded his head.

"You don't look so hot. I think that drink was a bit too much for ya."

Squall just shook his head again.

"I'm fine," he replied, though it came out slurred, hardly understandable in any form. "Need a…cab…"

What's wrong with me? I can't even form words correctly.

He pushed back from the bar and stood up, yet failed miserably. He almost fell and had to catch his balance on the counter. He groaned and looked up, noticing that the blurred figure of the bartender had moved. Instead, he felt a hand on his shoulder from behind him and the voice of the man behind.

"I think you should lie down or something."

Squall shook his head and inhaled deeply. He tried to stand but grew lightheaded and ended up stumbling backwards into the man.

"Hey, Charlie! Is the couch in the back cleared off?" the bartender called to the other who, along with the man at the bar, was watching Squall unable to move even.

"Should be. Sheila was takin' a nap on it earlier today, so yeah."

The other nodded and brought his attention back to the Commander.

"Come on. You can lie down in the back until you feel well enough to actually stand up without keeling over."

Squall was in no shape to protest and the man ended up helping him to a door behind the bar; it was more along the lines of the man had to practically drag the young brunet, whereas his legs felt like they could not even move. When the door opened, a musty odour hit his nostrils and he groaned as he moved his head to the side. He tried to bring his hand up to hold his head, but that failed when he realized his limbs would barely heed his commands.

He was brought into a small, dimly lit room and the bartender helped him to the couch. The moment he sensed that he would not hurt himself if he fell he collapsed onto the couch. It was an old couch, judging by the smell of it, but at the moment, he really did not care. He tried to at least say 'thank you,' but his vocals would not do as he wished them to and it came out in a drowned out moan.

The bartender stepped back and looked at the teen that was practically lifeless on the couch. He shook his head.

"Don't try the strong stuff unless you can handle it, kid."

With that, he turned and walked back out the door, closing it behind him.

Squall lie on the couch, not even being able to move; his limbs were paralyzed.

This just isn't my night.

He tried to lift his head when he heard the door open back up, but he could not even so much as move his neck to see. He adverted his eyes, hoping they were at least in the area of vision, but all he was able to see was up the person's torso.

"I guess it's good enough," the person, obviously male, spoke.

"Don't look at me. Cassie's out with that one guy so I don't expect either one of them back."

"And this is the best you can do?" There was a sigh. "He's cute, I'll give ya that."

What are you talking about? Squall thought, wanting to see who it was that was talking.

His hair was gripped and he released another groan as his head was moved around like some rag doll. He felt as though he was being inspected for something. His head was dropped and he heard a few more line exchanges before someone sat down in front of him. It was at this time he wished that he had at least been lying on his back rather than his stomach. He was unable to see anything other than someone sitting in front of his face.

"Hey, guess what?" one of them asked, obviously directed towards Squall. "You get the joy of being the release for the night."

"The release? What in the world…?" That was what he tried to ask, but it came out in gibberish along the lines of 'ungg nnnnggg.'

He heard something unzip, his hair gripped once more, and he did not even have any time to react as his mouth was shoved over something long and hard.

It clicked instantly what had just happened and he tried to pull away but had no use of his muscles. Whoever had his hair gripped kept moving his head up and down and as the erection continued to hit the back of his throat, he was only able to gag.

He tried to yell, shout, struggle, -- anything that would get him away, but to no avail. That drink – no…. Whatever was put in that drink caused his entire body to become completely limp and he could do nothing in protest.

He felt something tug at his black jeans and his eyes ended up shooting open. Something about this felt strangely familiar and the sense that it did had him panic stricken. His heart began racing in his chest as the tugging continued and he clamped his eyes shut, praying that what he thought was about to happen would not.

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Seifer began kissing down the female's neck and she threw back her head, releasing a moan. Seifer's shirt had already been discarded, as well as the female's, leaving her in only her bra; her jeans were unzipped but still on, nonetheless. The male traced his hand along her stomach and past her naval, reaching the waistband of her undergarments.

He slid his hand in and she swallowed, letting out another moan. Seifer pulled back and watched the expression on her face.

"D-Don't—ah-ha…," the girl groaned as she arched her back.

Seifer stopped short when though his mind, he suddenly saw the Commander lying on the bed in place of the female, throwing his head back and letting out a gargled moan.

"Please…don't!"

Seifer jerked back, almost falling off the bed, his eyes wide and mouth agape. Startled, the girl sat upwards, hair a mess and face red, but wondering why he had suddenly ceased.

"What's wrong?" she asked, practically out of breath.

Seifer swallowed hard and shook his head.

"It's nothing…."

"Good," she replied simply as she pressed her hands to the other's bare chest. "Then we can continue." She practically purred against him and Seifer only nodded, shaking his head, wondering why that had happened suddenly.

Yet, no sooner had they shifted and the girl was lying on her back, arms wrapped around Seifer's back that the blonde's head began to throb. He groaned and pulled his hand up to hold his head. Wondering what was wrong now, she released her grip on the blond and looked at the pained male.

"Are you all right?"

He did not reply. He leaned back where he was now sitting on his heels. His head started to spin and he felt lightheaded. There was a loud ringing and he brought up his other hand and covered his ears, trying to shut out the noise. As it became louder, the room began to spin fast and he ended up collapsing onto the floor.

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"Hm…what's wrong? You're not pussing out, are you?"

"Nnng…"

"Pff…I thought as much." A foot made contact with a brunet's side as he was kicked onto his back. He lay panting with several bruised ribs and a badly wounded shoulder. A hand reached down and grabbed a handful of the brunet's hair as the abuser leaned over him. "Come on, now, Leonheart. If you go down this easily, how would ever stand a battle against the sorceress?"

Squall cringed as pressure was applied to his ribcage and when a fist made contact with one of his bruised ribs, he cried out, jerking up. His head was jerked as he was forced to look into sadistic green eyes. Seifer scoffed and stared into Squall's bluish-gray eyes as he began to run his fingers through his hair.

"Hm…you know, you're actually quite attractive when you're suffering. After all, you already look like a female enough as it is," the blond stated with a grin plastered to his face.

Squall clamped his eyes shut. "You – bastard—!" he cursed at him in a harsh whisper as the other male applied more pressure to his bruised rib.

Seifer ran his hand down Squall's jaw line before bringing his hand to the other's lips. He shoved his fingers in Squall's mouth and down his throat, causing the younger teen to gag. "Hyne, you're so filthy, Squall." While he spoke, Squall grabbed Seifer's wrist and tried to get him to remove his fingers. "You let some sick guards cum in your mouth and still crave for more." He removed his fingers from the other's throat and began to run his hand up Squall's abdomen, lifting his shirt as he went. With his free hand, he held the back of Squall's head and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "But only I'm allowed to touch you."

Squall shivered at the feeling of Seifer's hand against his bare skin. "You sick—bastard!" He cried out as the blond's hand softly ran passed his naval. He let another cry escape from his throat when he felt Seifer trace his tongue up his neck and around the outside of his ear.

He grinned when he received a slight moan from the brunet when he bit the skin on his neck. He let his free hand travel downward and began to unbuckle Squall's belt; when the task was completed, he slid his hand into Squall's pants. The moment his hand reached its destined location, Squall arched his back, releasing a loud moan.

"N-No!" He cried out, forcing down a pleading moan that was begging to be released. "Do—Don't touch me there!!" He shouted as the blond licked his jaw line.

Seifer smirked and brought his head up to look at Squall's flushed face. "Your voice says no, but your body is begging for me to continue." As he stroked him again, Squall swallowed and let out a gurgled groan. He let Squall lay back on the hard, concrete floor while his left hand worked and he began to trace his right hand up Squall's stomach as he kissed the skin. He ran his thumb over the brunet's nipple. "Hm…even your nipples are hard," he taunted before he ran his tongue over it and bit down.

"Gnnnhhhh….st—stop it!!" He yelled out, feeling humiliated – his current condition not allowing him to fight back. "Stop it right now!!" His pleas went ignored as Seifer had stopped stroking him and began pulling down his leather pants. "No!! Stop!!" Ignoring the pain in his abdomen, he tried to pull himself away from the blond, but found that his energy had left him. When Seifer had pulled down his pants to his ankles, Squall closed his legs and tried to put all his energy in keeping his legs together.

Seifer shook his head, laughing slightly. "Uh, uh, Squally. We won't get anywhere if you do that." At this, he completely removed the brunet's pants and, after carelessly throwing them off to the side, grabbed Squall's ankles and positioned himself between his thighs. He smirked and rubbed the outside of the brunet's bottom before pulling his hand up and, once again, forcing his fingers inside Squall's mouth. He tried to pull his head off to the side, but failed.

Once his fingers were thickly coated with Squall's saliva, he pulled his fingers out and inserted two digits into the brunet's entrance. It was then that Squall had begun screaming, screaming at him to pull them out. While he moved his fingers in a scissor-like motion, he watched as Squall clenched his jaw and clamped his eyes tightly shut. His breaths became short and shallow.

"Ungggg…d-don't do this!!" He cried out as he forced his eyes open to look at Seifer. "Please!" He jerked his head back to the side. "Please don't!" He choked down a sob. "It hurts!"

At this, Seifer only laughed as he inserted a third digit, getting another scream of the brunet. "Like it's really hurting you…and even if it is, I could give a shit if you're in pain." With one last spread of his fingers, he removed them – for a moment, Squall was hoping that it was over and the blond would do no more; but when he heard the unbuttoning and unzipping of jeans, he jerked his head up to see Seifer pull out and hover at his, Squall's, entrance.

Squall propped himself up on his elbows, eyes wide as he stared. His breath hitched and he began to shake his head hastily, all the while muttering, "No – no – no – no – no. Seifer, please don't. Please. I'll do anything."

The blond laughed at his statement. "The only thing I want from you is for you to shut the fuck up." Squall felt his eyes swell up with tears when Seifer pushed the tip of himself into the brunet. He saw a grin flash on Seifer's face as the blond shoved himself all the way in one rough movement.

Squall let out a blood-curdling scream as the entire length of his foe was buried inside him. He fell back onto the concrete floor in hysterical sobs as blood began to drip down the inside of his thighs. Seifer pulled out slowly before shoving himself back in, as if trying to loosen the brunet.

"Hyne, Squall, you're so fucking tight." He smirked as he watched Squall's body shiver and tears splash onto the floor from blue-gray eyes. "Hard to believe that you're still a virgin. You'd think everyone within a ten mile radius of Balamb would have gotten to you."

As he continually slammed into the brunet, Squall tried to choke down sobs, not wanting to degrade himself any further. His body rocked against the floor, the noise of flesh hitting flesh and his own cries resounding in his ears. Seifer placed one hand on each side of Squall's head and ceased for a moment, allowing Squall to open his eyes and stare directly into his own. He smirked and brought up his left hand to stroke Squall's cheek.

"Awe, why are you crying, Leonheart? Feeling violated?" He pushed in a bit more, causing Squall to cringe. At that moment, Seifer leaned down and caught Squall by the mouth, forcing his tongue in between Squall's lips. From reflex, Squall grabbed Seifer's shoulders and pulled his head up, breaking away. As if on cue, Seifer wrapped his arms around Squall's back and pulled back up where the young SeeD was on his lap with his legs wrapped around his, Seifer's, back.

At the new position, Squall threw his head back and let out another yell – this gave Seifer the chance to lick and bite the skin on the brunet's neck. "So fucking gorgeous…," Seifer muttered as he forced Squall to move. Tears streamed down the other's cheeks and soon, his mind became blank.

The repetitive sound of skin hitting skin and his own cries and screams became his lullabies. He felt his body shift around several times before all went still and he lay on the concrete floor panting. The last thing he remembered was seeing Seifer walking away, his back turned as Squall's eyes drifted shut before everything fell into a sweet, black abyss.

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Squall released a gargled groan as he was slammed into again. He was now on the floor of the back room and while someone held his head, his eyes were half-closed, the other person thrusting in and out repetitively. White liquid seeped from between his lips. The man from the rear clicked his tongue, seeming disappointed for some reason. The other that was holding Squall's head glanced up and looked at him.

"What's wrong?"

"All if it won't fit in, yet," the man replied as he tried to force himself all the way into the brunet. "He's really tight, as I expected. I wonder if I'm too big…?"

The other snickered.

"I highly doubt that's the case."

"Shut up. Ah…," he moaned. "He's opening up. I guess I'd keep probing deeper. Maybe I can get all the way in." The guy moaned again. "Shit…I forgot how good anal sex feels."

Squall tried to do something, but the feeling had yet to return to his body and he kept releasing strange gargled moans, his throat muscles not even heeding his command.

"I wonder if it'll hurt if I thrust all the way in…," the guy trailed off.

"Ya won't know till ya try."

"Good point."

And with that, he pulled back and thrust his entire length within the brunet. The pain was enough to cause another gargled groan from the Commander and his head shifted again, his mouth being forced back down on the other's length.

"Shit," the one from the back said as he began moving faster. "I'm coming again…!"

"Go for it," the other said calmly as he continued to move Squall's head up and down.

"Grrnng…!"

The guy released a loud groan as he released his seed and buried it deep inside the teen. At the same time, the other, too, had come and Squall's throat tensed as it tried to repel the substance. He pulled his head up by the hair and looked at his face.

"Awe, how cute. He's crying," the guy seemed oddly amused at the tears staining Squall's cheeks.

All the while, Squall felt completely helpless; his body would not move at his own will, he could not even so much as scream, yell, or shout. If only everyone could see the Infamous Commander now.

I wonder…what would they think? I can't…even take care of myself. I do need help. Someone…anyone…please help me. Please….


Yeah...That was harsh. But hey! How else can we progress?! I told you this was rated M for a reason!! Ha ha. Anyway! I reply to reviews! If you want something answered or are confused about something, ASK ME!! and I'll tell ya.

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