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...