Disclaimers: I don't own them.

Notes: Gomen, minna-san! Anyway, I'm (sorta) back and am quite dedicated to finishing this damn fic. (exams, what's that?)

A/U, SquallxSeifer. YAOI! SHOUNEN-AI!

WARNING: This chapter has mention of sex. Between two consenting adult men. Because this a YAOI fic. Which involves boys. F*cking. (at some point) …ladies and gents, I've just challenged ff.net's rating system. (I'm gonna die…)

DON'T READ THIS IF YOU DON'T LIKE SLASH/YAOI/TWO BOYS TOGETHER

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last chance….

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Ok fine…..

On to the fic….

Chapter 9: This is the part where you send the children to bed first

He was leaning over me, with that hungry look in his eye, and my heart throbbed painfully.

"Wait, wait," I sat up, my hand on his chest, stopping his advances. "What date is it today?"

"The 21st," he answered with a questioning lilt to his head. "Thursday."

"Oh," I made myself comfortable, latching my arms behind his neck and pulling him closer. "That's all right then." I nibbled his lower lip. "Day off."

"Hmm," he smirked in amusement. He moved lower. Oh hey, that's right. Neck. Ticklish. Very. I squirmed.

"Not like you can't call in sick or something," he murmured. "Considering the circumstances, they'd be more than understanding that you need some time… alone."

"Oh, just shut up and get on with it."

"Gladly."

Let's see, the only thing that kept me from total nudity was a comforter and my sleep pants. Seifer, on the other hand, had a whole set of clothes that were still on him and not on the floor.

How unthoughtful.

He was delicately licking my collarbones, successfully distracting me, but not for long, not when my hand caught hold of his belt buckle. I tried my best to, how you say it, divest him of his clothes (i.e. stripping him naked), but he's too good.

Now, you have to remember, my previous lover was my best friend and high-school classmate. We were both virgins. It was sweet, it was memorable. It was also clumsy. Whatever we did, it felt lightyears away than what I had with Seifer at that moment.

"Time out," I announced. An eyebrow cocked in response. "Hold still," I muttered, as I struggled with his belt.

"This feels very romantic."

"Oh, shut up."

He caught hold of my hand. "Would you like me to do it?" he asked quietly.

"No!" Taking a breath, a little more slowly. "No. I want to… I just want to…"

He kissed the hand in his grasp. "Okay."

My fingers were now trembling. Okay. Okay, I remember how to do this right? Huh.

Thankfully, I managed to tug the belt off.  Ok, breathe. I traced the skin of his neck, framed by the collar. Buttons off, one by one. His pale skin glowed in the morning light. He was beautiful.

I was entranced by him. I traced his collarbone, marvelling at the feel of him. My fingers found their way unerringly to one tempting nipple. I didn't dare to touch it yet, circling it, feeling coy. I think we both had stopped breathing.

'round and 'round….

I flicked the now stiff nub with my thumb and my mouth descended upon it.  There was a gasp and a long moan above me. He tasted like… he tasted like what Seifer Almasy would taste like, and it was like a switch was turned on within me, and I was voracious. For him.

I don't think I could ever get enough of him.

I wanted to touch him, taste him, feel him, everywhere I can reach and anywhere else I can't. I want him. So badly. My hands were shaking. Harder.

I want.

I was nipping the skin of his belly. A finger tracing his navel. My other hand was busy clutching him from behind, not caring, not thinking, not even aware that his pants were still on and his shirt was only unbuttoned.

Hmm, I was really hungry.

I was pulled up and into a mindblowing kiss, leaving me breathless. "Take it easy," he whispered. I was still too caught up by the whirlwind inside me to really register his words.

Before I knew it, he had my hands up above me and his breath was tickling the fine hairs on my neck. "Stay still."

I just squirmed more in reply.

"Brat."  And he ground against me. Oh sweet Hyne, I bless the existence of friction. Our groins, slip-sliding against each other, the tickle and caresses of fabrics just making the torture that much sweeter. He pushed harder; I strained further, just to feel more.

He groaned, as I rubbed frantically against him.

"Tease," he moaned as he held my face still and kissed me deeply.

All dignity has fled from me. "Please," I begged.

"Shush shush," he muttered as he slid my pants off my hips, tangling with my legs, and finally, onto the floor.

"Oh God – Seifer, please…"

When skin finally met blessed skin, I was one step closer to euphoria. I clutched harder at him, scrabbling at his shoulders, unaware of the reddened welts I was leaving behind with my fingernails. He was gripping my hips so hard I could feel the bruises blooming, directing the motion of our bodies to higher peaks than I thought possible.

Our movements wild, uncaring but for the promise of release. I can't remember all I said, save for more begging and pleas and incoherent whimpers. He was too far gone to consider replying, and he took his pleasure as selfishly as I did.

As first encounters go, it was not romantic. It was not strictly mindless rutting either. It was just, us.

Later, we lay exhausted, the morning sun creeping its way along the couch and bathing us in its lazy golden glow.

"That was nice."

"Just nice?" Too much smirking in that voice to consider it offended.

"Great. Fantastic. Awesome." I yawned. "Exhausting, in a," yawn, "very good way."

"Up for a repeat performance?"

I reached languidly for him, battling tongues, lips and smiles and I thought, we're never going to get anything done.