Epilogue:

- 100 years later - (Squall: ageless)

Squall and Seifer sat underneath one of the many trees. This particular one happened to be their favourite. Red and gold leaves danced in the wind, the trunk was the smoothest of bark and warm to the touch.

Uneven chestnut hair covered the youth's beautiful smoke blue eyes. The youth's frame was muscular and lithe, just as it had been when he was seventeen. He didn't look a day older. And Seifer still looked the part of a tall and muscular eighteen year old. They both had matured of course, well beyond what their bodies showed. Other's could see it in their eyes. The brunet's eyes no longer held that spark of sadness, depression, anger or hate. Instead there was only a knowing look and one filled with love. Love for the blonde man holding him right now. Seifer had matured too... somewhat. He stilled enjoyed playing pranks on the elders and he and Squall always shared a good laugh at their expressions. But he was no longer quick to temper, instead he thought before he spoke. Though, not all the time. And Squall always had fun teasing him about it.

Many would think their love for each other would dwindle with the years passing, the elders had hoped for such a thing to happen (even in heaven they had people who looked down on their relationship, sad really). Instead their love seemed to strengthen with each passing year. Even they thought they would soon grow bored of seeing each other's naked flesh. Instead they found something new to worship each and every day.

Today it was the way Squall ears would twitch just the slightest bit whenever Seifer would lick their lobes. And Seifer was fascinated by it. For Squall, he found the tips of Seifer's fingers to be fascinating. The way the smooth and nimble fingers played across his exposed chest, the blunt edges swirling around dusky nipples.

Elders and the others looked at them with scorn. Few angels welcomed them with open arms and even fewer were like them. Maybe there were more, but unlike Squall and Seifer, they preferred to keep it behind closed doors. Away from disgusted gazes. At first Squall didn't want to show affection in public, but Seifer proved to be very stubborn.

The blonde started with simple hand holding, but quickly moved up to where the golden angel would sneak up on the dark angel and start necking him in public. Seifer would always comment on how well the colour rose looked good on Squall, thus making it an even deeper red. The brunet learned to accept it and was quick enough to get his own 'revenge'. Though Seifer had enjoyed it the whole time, so it wasn't really revenge at all.

Following is 1st person

[Seifer]

He is truly beautiful. His wings are so black that they shimmer blue, the feathers are long and even softer then mine. His hair is the exact same length and cut it was when he was seventeen. He's still muscular, lean and 'very' flexible. Unfortunately he still has the scar across the bridge of his nose from the many beatings of his foster father. It's a shame I couldn't get rid of it, but for some reason my magic didn't work on the deep scar. It doesn't mar his beauty what so ever though, in fact it makes him even more handsome. It almost makes him more mysterious, even if I do know almost everything about him. He is truly perfection amongst angels. I've never seen an another angel quite so beautiful as him. In fact I don't think I've even seen anyone's wings as dark as his, nor as light as mine.

I've seen some of the looks that the others gives us. I know our relationship isn't really accepted here. But no one actually approaches us anymore. Squall doesn't like to speak about the incident that made everyone back off but I'm proud of him for it.

On a day similar to this we were sitting by this very tree, I had my arms wrapped around his waist and my chin nestled on his shoulder. His large wings were stretched out comfortably and the long midnight blue feathers entangled with my own golden ones. This was probably around the time when we first got here, maybe a few months afterwards. Until now we had kept most of our affection behind trees and away from prying eyes, but today Squall had been a little more adventuress and had quickly seated himself in my lap. And who am I to miss an opportunity to cuddle with my chosen one? Anyway, a passing group of elders and other lower class angels had seen us cuddling and quickly approached us. The elders started spewing some shit about how it goes against the teachings and a bunch of other bullshit, while the lower class angels just started calling us names.

We both quickly stood, I used my height to try to look somewhat intimidating, but I think Squall's mere look was more intimidating then I could ever be. His smoke blue eyes were the coldest I had ever seen, they almost looked like ice. I yelped slightly when an angel threw a medium sized rock at me, hitting me near my right eye. Bringing my hands to my eye I tried to stop the tears at the unexpected pain. Feeling a sudden gust of wind, I blinked my good eye open and saw the most magnificent sight.

Large midnight blue wings were stretched out as far as they could go, I had never seen Squall's wings at full wing span like this and I had to say I was impressed. They were at least twenty feet across (most angels have a wing span of six feet at the most)! A dark aura was shimmering around the brunet. His hands raised and a large spark of blue came shooting out of them from thin air. The icicles rained down on those in front of us, who were quickly running away, their wings trying to shield their heads.

When they were gone from sight, Squall turned to face me and I almost gasped. His eyes were so dark they looked to be black, but the smoke blue soon returned when Squall slowly blinked. He raised a hand and gently placed it on the hand covering my eye. A light blue mist transferred from his hand to mine and I shuddered at the coldness. Blinking in shock, I quickly dropped my hand to find that the pain had completely gone away. I stepped forward quickly and pressed Squall to my body. Squall tucked his wings back, while I stretched my own golden wings to pull him closer to me. I whispered endearments in his hair and felt him smile against my chest. I had never imagined he could be so powerful! He was probably almost as strong as the highest elder. And that was truly a feat!

Squall didn't like to talk about it because he told me that he was afraid of his power. I tried to console him, but he was just too scared. Maybe further in the future I can teach him not to be afraid of his power and to embrace it instead. But until then I was fine to leave him be with his magic. I know he can get us out of any jam with his magic when we need it, so there's nothing to worry about for now.

"Seifer?" I look down to see Squall looking up at me, a frown marring his face. His eyes tell me all I need to know of his question.

"I'm just thinking about that time when you beat the shit out of the other angels and elders." God, he looked even more beautiful (if that's possible) when he was blushing. Though I favor the just-finished-fucking-blush better. Now, that one 'really' looks good on him. His whole, usually pale, skin flushes rose and the sweat that makes his bangs cling to his forehead is just as sweet to taste as the rest of him.

I'd have to say the third best thing I like about Squall is his wings. When he's feeling passionate or he just came down from an amazing orgasm caused by yours truly, his wings kind of shudder. And the way they wrap around me when I'm pounding into him is just amazing. I can feel each and every little quiver. My wings aren't as large as his, but somehow he manages to pull them off considering his short height.

The second thing I love about Squall is his personality. I love how he can go from sarcastic to caring. Cold to loving. And I'm the only one who gets to see how caring and loving he can be. Sure he's been cold to me a few times, but I swear I didn't do anything! And I'm sticking by that story...

Anyway... I love how he can be funny without even trying to be. Most people think his sarcastic quips are just malicious, but I find them pretty funny. And what's really funny, is that some people can't even tell when he's being sarcastic, it just goes right over their head. For example that time where I ran into a tree (don't ask...) and while everyone else was laughing at me and telling me how clumsy I am Squall just broke through the crowd and helped me up. He doesn't usually show how caring he is in front of other people, but sometimes he'll make an exception. I remember him kissing me on my nose (where it was bleeding from being smacked into the hard bark. Who knew you could get hurt in heaven?) and what most people thought was disgusting, and I thought sweet, he licked the blood from my face. I always knew he had a kinky side (we've explored it bed and I found out he loves hand cuffs, and he likes sucking on my blood for some reason. He said it tasted really sweet). Of course the other angels ridiculed him for that, but he just gave them a cold glare and they backed off.

And the thing I love most about Squall is his eyes. They're usually a smoke blue, but can go either way. They change to a dark grey, almost black, when he's feeling really sad or depressed. If he's really pissed off they change to a weird shade of blue that almost looks like ice. And if he's feeling happy or passionate they change to a midnight blue, very nice with the combination of his wings. Of course I'm the only one who has seen the last colour and the first. His eyes are only smoke blue when he's not really feeling any short of strong emotions either way. Kind of the 'indifferent colour'. With eyes like that, I don't see how anyone could not love him. He's just so beautiful! Shit... he's looking at me again. I must have said that last part out loud, 'cause he's blushing like mad.

"You still haven't learned to keep your thoughts to yourself." Aww, poor Squally. I always seem to think aloud when I'm thinking of him. So he's heard some pretty weird things come from my lips when I'm not aware of it. That's probably why he wanted to try the cuffs, I must have said something when I was thinking about him all spread eagle like that. Oh well. He still loves me no matter how kinky, corny, romantic or sarcastic I can be. He wouldn't have stuck around for a hundred and thirty years if he didn't love me for who I am. And I've loved him since before he was even conceived.

"Seifer." I jump slightly as he turns to straddle my thighs. Uh oh, he's horny again. He purrs quietly as I suck at his neck, bringing the blood to the surface and to other areas as well. He moans when I bring my hands up to fondle his ass. Through the thin material of his pants I press my finger as far as it can go into his covered passage. He moans, and my vision of the area around us is suddenly clouded as he uses his magic to create a large bubble around us. To the angels looking at the tree they'll just see the tree and nothing else and they won't hear us either. Of course no one's going to try to come over here, they know this tree is 'ours'.

Mmmm... he's doing that amazing thing with his wings again. And he's thrusting into my stomach. I'm going to explode any minute with the way his bottom is wiggling on my engorged shaft. He lets out a loud pleasure filled scream and I'm quick to follow with a loud moan. Thank god for magic bubbles. Mmmm... he's already wanting another go. Damn, you sure do have stamina Squally-boy. Hey! Where'd all our clothes go?

"Squall what ar- mmmmm..." He sure knows how to work that tongue.

............ so this is what it feels like when your mind goes completely blank. Wow.

End.