redDreams: Anything for
Love
Part of the Squall/Seifer "Always" saga
Rating:
R
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairings: Squall/Seifer, hints of
Possessed!Edea/Seifer
Warnings: Contains Explicit M/M
Slash
Dedications: To Clo and Merc who DROVE ME TO IT.
One
of these days, I'm gonna tell ya 'bout my ROMANTIC dream!
Seifer
shook his head as he recalled yelling those words to Squall. What
kind of an IDIOT was he? Those were his dreams, no one else's. They
shouldn't belong to anyone else...no, wait, they COULDN'T belong
to anyone else. Now, as he lay in bed in only his boxers and a white
tee-shirt, he only wanted to escape into them again.
He turned
onto his side in his bed and cursed at the world for what had taken
place today. SeeD just didn't understand, none of them understood.
He did what he thought was right, and if the rest of the squad hadn't
gotten in his way he might have pulled it off, too. It was that
horsefaced Instructor, that Chicken-wuss, and Squall...
Seifer was
startled when the door to his room opened. He sat up and blinked
against the light in the doorway. He could make out a silhouette, and
from it's stance he knew immediately who it was.
"What the
hell are you going here?" He demanded. "I thought you'd still
be out at that party."
The figure silently entered the room.
Seifer's eyes adjusted and he looked his visitor over.
"The
uniform looks awful on you," he snapped.
"You didn't pass,"
the other boy responded, as if he hadn't heard the insult.
"You're
just catching onto that?" Seifer snapped, lying back down on the
bed. "So, what, did you come in here to boast, rub it in my face?
That doesn't seem like you at all, Squall."
There was a long
pause. Then, Squall muttered, "I came here for an explanation."
"An
explanation? Of what? What I did today?"
Squall moved closer to
the bed. "You told me that someday you'd tell me about your
romantic dream."
Seifer laughed. "I did, didn't I? Well, I'm
not going to tell you now. You don't deserve my dream any more than
you deserve to be a SeeD."
There was a pause. Then, Squall
simply said "Then, I'm ordering you."
Seifer sat back up.
"What the hell did you just say?"
"I said, I'm ordering
you to tell me about your dreams."
Seifer smirked. "In case
you haven't been told, I'm not good at following orders. Cid and
Instructor Trepe both took the opportunity to tell me so. That's
why I'm not in that ridiculous uniform."
"You really don't
like the uniform?" Squall asked.
"No, I don't."
Squall
reached up and slowly removed his jacket. "Then I'll take it
off." He threw his jacket on the floor, and then reached up and
removed his undershirt, revealing his chest, well developed from
years of training with the heavy gunblade.
He walked closer to
Seifer, then bent over the boy and whispered "Lay back down...that's
an order."
For some reason, that was one order Seifer was
prepared to obey.
Squall straddled the other boy and began kissing
him hard on the mouth. After a few moments, his lips moved down to
Seifer's neck, nipping a bit at the soft skin there. His hands slid
under Seifer's shirt and began slowly pulling it up. He paused the
kissing only long enough to remove the shirt, then he turned his
attention to Seifer's own well muscled chest.
Squall took one
nipple into his mouth and slowly ran his tongue around it. Seifer
inhaled loudly and then exhaled in a gasp as Squall bit down on the
hardened nipple. He tried to control his breathing and anticipation
as he felt Squall move to the other nipple.
Seifer felt his
rival's tongue trail down his chest to just above his boxers. He
whimpered, then cursed himself for doing so. What the hell was going
on? Why the hell was he letting Squall do this to him?
He had to
stop this.
He had to stop the other boy from running his hands
down Seifer's solid thighs.
Had to stop him from removing his
boxers.
Had to do something about how hard he was when the other
boy's mouth consumed him.
But there was nothing he could do when
Squall's mouth began working on his penis. There was no way to stop
the excitement he felt as Squall's tongue teased the head of his
cock. The only course of action he could take was to grab the dark
head of hair and urge himself further into that warm mouth.
Squall
took him in further, working the swollen member with an expert's
precision. Somewhere, in the back of Seifer's mind was a feeling of
this being right, of this being what was supposed to happen. Of
something they had started years ago and never quite finished.
But
all that was obscured by the waves of pleasure overriding his senses,
all but one small voice which said simply "I liked it...because it
was you."
He could feel himself on the edge, could feel himself
ready to let go. He arched his back and screamed "OH GOD!"
Seifer
sat up, sweaty and shaking in his bedroom. He blinked back tears at
the sick realization...
...it was just the dreams again.
That
wasn't enough, he thought. That just wasn't enough. It
wasn't fair. I NEED more, dammit!
And you can have more...a
voice in his head responded. I promise to give you more, give you
all you could desire, if you prove yourself worthy. The time is
coming, my knight, when you will have to prove your loyalty to me.
And if you do, I will give you more of these dreams you love so
much.
Seifer listened to the voice, that same voice he'd
been hearing for years. The same voice that arrived when those first
dreams did, the voice that had comforted him all this time. "You
promise?" he whispered.
Of course, my knight. I promise, your
sorceress will send you the dreams, if you do exactly as I say...
