*Sighs* Sensitive Seifer, we all wish…. But here he is, Super Seme Sensitive Seifer! And remember, coz I won't remind you again (too much bother), the final warning before a lemon is ~@*@~ or something like it.

Just a little note: I'm so glad I finally got up the courage to write a lemon story, before I created this account I just read a lot.

Road Trip

Squall held him quietly as he slept, occasionally lifting a hand to push away the stray bits of hair falling over his forehead. He had just seen a rare sight, he realized. Not often in his lifetime would it be that Seifer showed a sensitive side and cried in Squall's arms. Squall had only seen him cry properly three times, when he cried in Ellone's arms at the Orphanage, when he nearly killed Squall when they first became a couple, and now.

The first he had cried because his parents were dead.

The second he had cried because… because he loved Squall and had nearly killed him.

The third because Squall gave him back his memories.

Twice he had cried because of Squall, Squall realized. "Sorry, Seifer…." He murmured, voice too low to be heard.

And unconsciously Seifer snuggled closer into Squall's warm embrace.

******

Seifer woke at about 9pm. Squall was asleep, a serene look on his face that there never was when he was awake. He was truly beautiful like that, and Seifer found himself falling even deeper in love with the delectable brunette.

After a few minutes just watching his love sleep, his stomach began to remonstrate at having had no food since Aggie's breakfast. Gently he slipped out of Squall's arm, dropping a kiss somewhere amid his unruly dark hair.

He prepared himself a sandwich from the food they had with them, he wasn't finicky, so anything would do. Eating it quickly because he wanted to watch Squall sleep, he quickly explored the house. There was just enough room for two or maybe three people. He reviewed what he knew of Squall's past. Why did he go to the Orphanage when he still had a father? Laguna Loire became the president of Esthar roughly around the same time as Squall would have been born, according to rough calculations. That would have meant if Raine died, Squall would have been seen as an orphan by the people of Winhill, not knowing where his father was. Maybe that explained another part of Squall's I'm-not-going-to-love-in-case-you-leave-me complex.

"Poor baby," He whispered, picking him up carefully from the couch and carrying him to the bedroom, where he settled him comfortably on the bed. Seifer sat on the other side, his eyes openly devouring every contour of Squall's body as he slept.

The blue eyes snapped open, "Seifer?" The voice was quiet, as if Squall was scared, or maybe… crying?

"I'm here, sweetie. Go back to sleep." Seifer whispered soothingly.

"I can't." Squall sat up, clinging to Seifer's shirt with both hands, "I can't."

"What's wrong?"

"………"

"Don't give me that Squall. Something has scared or upset you and I need to know what!" Seifer gently disentangled Squall's hands from where they gripped handfuls of shirt. He put his arms round Squall's waist, though it was a loose hold and he could still look into his eyes, "In fact I have a right to know. When you took me as your lover I became at least slightly entitled to know what's wrong with you. Besides, I like to think we were friends as well."

"We were, and I know you are entitled to know what I'm upset or scared of, but… its so hard to put into words. One thing, I hardly know anything of my father, I never knew him. I could never sleep knowing that he might have been a cruel husband. I know I've seen some of Raine and Laguna's past together, but nowhere near enough to make that kind of judgment."

Seifer didn't smile, though he longed to, reading what the brunette meant behind the words. "You mean you want to know more about your father?" Bless him; he didn't want to say he wanted to know more about his father, seeing him as a bungler as he does.

Squall sniffed almost inaudibly and any smile vanished from Seifer's face as he said, "I don't know anything about my father. I just see his mask."

"Squall, honey, not everyone shields their emotions. Maybe Laguna is one of those rare authentic people, which listening to Selphie rave about him, I think he is. No need to fear Squall, we can go to Esthar next if you want. Maybe you need to see your father. I mean, you missed so much childhood like having a father, as we all did, and maybe it would help for you to talk to him."

"Thank you. You… you don't know how much your support means to me." Squall struggled to get the sentimental words out.

"I know it does mean a lot." Seifer replied softly.

"But your love means even more than that to me…" Squall could hardly believe what he was saying, but the minute he said it he knew it was reality. All he wanted to do was make his handsome Seifer happy.

"I love you forever, Squall. Nothing will ever make me leave you. I promise." The blond whispered, knowing now Squall's greatest fear. A silence fell over the lovers, and tears glistened on both faces in the dark.

"I still can't sleep." Squall purred seductively. Seifer knew that tone. Rising again on an elbow, he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you sure?"

"Perfectly,"

Seifer seized his head, pulling them together for the sweetest and roughest kiss they had ever shared, blood tainting it as a copper tang. He almost tore Squall's clothes off in the passion of lust. All of their lighthearted gentleness disappeared when they were like this.

~@*@~

With one smooth thrust he impaled Squall with his cock, both gasping at the roughness of their sex. "Aah! Seifer!"

"You. Are. So. Fucking. Hot." Seifer punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

"Aah! Seifer!" Squall repeated it like a mantra, then he panted out, "Harder, faster!"

"As you wish, love." Seifer snarled from between gritted teeth, forcing himself harder into Squall.

"Please…"

"Beg for it." Seifer told him now, using a great force of will to halt his motions.

"Please Seifer I love you fuck me so hard I can't walk straight for a week! Please hard and fast, please…" Squall trailed off in a whimper but Seifer took pity on him.

"I'll take you hard and fast and then…" Seifer gave a final thrust and cried out. He pulled Squall into him and finished his sentence, "…then I'll hold you and tell you I love you again and again, and I'll touch all your pretty white skin and rock you fall asleep."

He did too.