Here we go, the long one. Be happy?? =) This is the rest of what I have
written by hand. So after this, updates are going to probably be few and
far between. I am REALLY sorry about that, though I'm sure Sasheen (spell
your name correct?) will be sure to nag me about updates so I don't forget
about the stories =D
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Squall couldn't help a faint smile when Zell proceeded to introduce his friends. The darkhaired girl, Selphie, reminded Squall of the girl he had for dinner, only this girl has brains about her. (1) But barely.
He watches as the firl attatched herself to a longhaired man. Zell soon introduced him as Irvine, Selphies boyfriend. The man was posessive (2) and caring, which Selphie seemed to love. His attire was much like Zells, and both boys looked equally enticing. Next Zell introduced Seifer, a tall lanky blonde, built and toned for battles and apparently great wit about him. Though for the moment, he looked adorably at a loss with a faint rosey blush on his pale cheeks that he tried to hide.
With a wink, Zell walked off with Irvine and Selphie, flashing a knowing smile at Seifer as he left him alone with Squall. Or as alone as you can get in a crowded nightclub filled with Leonhart followers.
Squall smirked, the look on Seifers face was priceless. Seifer looked like a squirel caught in headlights, his eyes were wide, his jaw slack and he was staring off after Zell like a child lost in a crowd.
Behind them, Squall's fanclub were moving in for the kill, inching towards the object of their affections with freamy expressions and a preditorialness worthy of a creeping tiger.
Grabbing the blonde by the arm, Squall dragged him along, through the backdoor he has come from earlier and into one of the clubs many hidden rooms.
Giving himself a good shake, Seifer attempted to get away. Being in this close quarters with his unadmited crush was causing him to drop all barriers and act as flustered as Zell after being knocked on his ass by a Grat. Then again, its usually Dintch's fault for attacking as a spell is being cast. But thats beside the point.
The soft creak of leather drew Seifer's attention back to the present. A turn of the head showed Squall, seating himself on a low, cross shaped bench with that small smile playing his lips.
Eyeing the bench, Seifer let his gaze wander the room, closely taking in his surroundings. Cuffs, wall chains, ceiling chains, a wall lined with whips and other...gadgets, and the distinct scent of blood.
Tensing visably, seifer drew himself up to his full height, the room doing more then a good job of making him uneasy. Crossing his arms behind his back, he locked gazes with Squall and felt behind himself for the closed door.
"Relax Seifer, I'm not going to chain you up and beat you. I only want to talk away from the mob." Standing again, Squall walked over to Seifer and moved him away from the door. "Please" The word rolled off his tongue like silk on a breeze, "Take a seat."
Something in the way he spoke compelled the defiant man to comply. Slowly, he sa where Squall had done so moment before, arms stiffly crossed over his chest now and a mask of annoyance fallen across his pale face.
With a devilish smirk, known by his 'friends' to mean trouble, Squall stalked his prey, moving towards Seifer in all his preditory grace. The blonde appealed to him like no one ever had. He had a sort of inner strength that drew Squall to him.
Settling down next to Seifer, Squall grinned, licking his lips as he drew ahand around the blonde's body, caressing.
Seifer skin crawled at the icy touch, toned muscled clenching and rippling under gentle manipulation. Sitting tall, blondie refused to succumb to these feelings, refused to allow his drowsy muscles to relax into the kneading fingers. He was Seifer Almasy, he didn't curb under anyones manipulation!
At which point he yelled and jumped off the bench, bolting forward a step beofre whirling to face a calm and collected Leonhart. With a hand on his throat where those icy lips has touched, Seifer glares for all he was worth.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?!"
Squall chuckled softly at the outburst and stood, his pants again creaking at his movements. "I was kissing you." His voice was soft, melodic, relazing in all the weirdness of his words, "You're a beautiful man Seifer."
Seifer couldn't believe what he was hearing, did Squall actually like Men? Was this all a dream?
"Stop toying with me Leonhard. What do you want?" Seifer was slowly moving towards the door, this guy spoke to easy, acted too easily on a whim for his own liking.
"You." Again the soothing voice, the lulling cool tone and non- threatening movements. Despite that Squall was drifting closer, Seifer couldn't turn and leave.
The door was right behind him, within arms reach and yet so far away. Squalls gaze was petrefying, freezing Seifer to where he stood, leaving him on the spot to gaze in wonder at the being before him.
' They stood there for a while, just watching. Gaging eachothers reactions by expression and body language, neither spoke.
A minute passed, Squall getting bored with the silence as Seifer tries to plan an escape. With a penetrating growl, Squall lunged towards Seifer, pressing him back into the door, hands on the blondes chest, holding him in place.
Squeaking in protest, Seifer moves to shove the smaller man off, though his attempts went to little avail. Squall didn't budge.
On a second thought, a small smile crept onto the brunettes lips as he pressed them to Seifers in a cold, unnatural kiss. Crushing his body to the blond, he prodded at Seifers lips with an exploring tongue, grinning in triumph when the lips parted and allowed him entry.
Seifer couldn't believe it, now he just let that guys tongue in his mouth, though the cool muscle did feel nice, in a kind of weird way, dancing within him(3).
With one hand still firmly pressed to the door, Seifer found himself being dominated, and liking it. A seconds longer hesitation was all that lasted before the lanky blond began to respond, taking control of the kiss and battling for supremisy. Pressing forward, Seifer backed Squall up to the bench, moving him down(4).
Before Squall could register his complete loss of control, Seifer had him down and bound, straddling his hips(5). A strangled moan escaping Squall's chest as those hips above him moved, rocking and grinding against him.
Another quick kiss was all the warning Squall got before Seifer pulled up and walked away. The smirk on Seifers face was undeniably self- gratifying as he turned the doorknob and left the brunette stranded.
"We play by my ruled Leonhard. I do things my way." A sneer was shot at Squall, a declaration of triumph. "Relas, your too tense, enjoy your stay." Laughter broke the moment as Seifer left the room, leaving Squall to utter a cry of dismay and fight his bonds.
As the bondage broke, a soft utterance echoed on a lost breeze.
"I will have you. You'll be mine forever."
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(1) She's smart. She isn't falling all over Squall like Rinoa did *twitches* Its almost as bad as Relena with Heero (Gundam Wing for those who don't know )
(2) Forgive my horrible spelling. This program doesn't have a spell checker and I'm too lazy to go and use the other program, then move everything back to this one.
(3) Does that sound as bad to you as it does to me? O:) (A)
(4) Ack! That sounded worse then (3)!
(5) Those cross benches sure come in handy.
Kovanicka: Okay..It was longer. Everybody happy? good. NOW REVIEW!!! *falls down crying* PLEASE!!! NEED FEED BACK!!!! *regroups herself, stands up, dusts herself off and laughs* Hope ya liked it!
Don't hesitate to rant at me to update. I'm going to need it or I'll forget. My email address is Kovanicka@shaw.ca
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Squall couldn't help a faint smile when Zell proceeded to introduce his friends. The darkhaired girl, Selphie, reminded Squall of the girl he had for dinner, only this girl has brains about her. (1) But barely.
He watches as the firl attatched herself to a longhaired man. Zell soon introduced him as Irvine, Selphies boyfriend. The man was posessive (2) and caring, which Selphie seemed to love. His attire was much like Zells, and both boys looked equally enticing. Next Zell introduced Seifer, a tall lanky blonde, built and toned for battles and apparently great wit about him. Though for the moment, he looked adorably at a loss with a faint rosey blush on his pale cheeks that he tried to hide.
With a wink, Zell walked off with Irvine and Selphie, flashing a knowing smile at Seifer as he left him alone with Squall. Or as alone as you can get in a crowded nightclub filled with Leonhart followers.
Squall smirked, the look on Seifers face was priceless. Seifer looked like a squirel caught in headlights, his eyes were wide, his jaw slack and he was staring off after Zell like a child lost in a crowd.
Behind them, Squall's fanclub were moving in for the kill, inching towards the object of their affections with freamy expressions and a preditorialness worthy of a creeping tiger.
Grabbing the blonde by the arm, Squall dragged him along, through the backdoor he has come from earlier and into one of the clubs many hidden rooms.
Giving himself a good shake, Seifer attempted to get away. Being in this close quarters with his unadmited crush was causing him to drop all barriers and act as flustered as Zell after being knocked on his ass by a Grat. Then again, its usually Dintch's fault for attacking as a spell is being cast. But thats beside the point.
The soft creak of leather drew Seifer's attention back to the present. A turn of the head showed Squall, seating himself on a low, cross shaped bench with that small smile playing his lips.
Eyeing the bench, Seifer let his gaze wander the room, closely taking in his surroundings. Cuffs, wall chains, ceiling chains, a wall lined with whips and other...gadgets, and the distinct scent of blood.
Tensing visably, seifer drew himself up to his full height, the room doing more then a good job of making him uneasy. Crossing his arms behind his back, he locked gazes with Squall and felt behind himself for the closed door.
"Relax Seifer, I'm not going to chain you up and beat you. I only want to talk away from the mob." Standing again, Squall walked over to Seifer and moved him away from the door. "Please" The word rolled off his tongue like silk on a breeze, "Take a seat."
Something in the way he spoke compelled the defiant man to comply. Slowly, he sa where Squall had done so moment before, arms stiffly crossed over his chest now and a mask of annoyance fallen across his pale face.
With a devilish smirk, known by his 'friends' to mean trouble, Squall stalked his prey, moving towards Seifer in all his preditory grace. The blonde appealed to him like no one ever had. He had a sort of inner strength that drew Squall to him.
Settling down next to Seifer, Squall grinned, licking his lips as he drew ahand around the blonde's body, caressing.
Seifer skin crawled at the icy touch, toned muscled clenching and rippling under gentle manipulation. Sitting tall, blondie refused to succumb to these feelings, refused to allow his drowsy muscles to relax into the kneading fingers. He was Seifer Almasy, he didn't curb under anyones manipulation!
At which point he yelled and jumped off the bench, bolting forward a step beofre whirling to face a calm and collected Leonhart. With a hand on his throat where those icy lips has touched, Seifer glares for all he was worth.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?!"
Squall chuckled softly at the outburst and stood, his pants again creaking at his movements. "I was kissing you." His voice was soft, melodic, relazing in all the weirdness of his words, "You're a beautiful man Seifer."
Seifer couldn't believe what he was hearing, did Squall actually like Men? Was this all a dream?
"Stop toying with me Leonhard. What do you want?" Seifer was slowly moving towards the door, this guy spoke to easy, acted too easily on a whim for his own liking.
"You." Again the soothing voice, the lulling cool tone and non- threatening movements. Despite that Squall was drifting closer, Seifer couldn't turn and leave.
The door was right behind him, within arms reach and yet so far away. Squalls gaze was petrefying, freezing Seifer to where he stood, leaving him on the spot to gaze in wonder at the being before him.
' They stood there for a while, just watching. Gaging eachothers reactions by expression and body language, neither spoke.
A minute passed, Squall getting bored with the silence as Seifer tries to plan an escape. With a penetrating growl, Squall lunged towards Seifer, pressing him back into the door, hands on the blondes chest, holding him in place.
Squeaking in protest, Seifer moves to shove the smaller man off, though his attempts went to little avail. Squall didn't budge.
On a second thought, a small smile crept onto the brunettes lips as he pressed them to Seifers in a cold, unnatural kiss. Crushing his body to the blond, he prodded at Seifers lips with an exploring tongue, grinning in triumph when the lips parted and allowed him entry.
Seifer couldn't believe it, now he just let that guys tongue in his mouth, though the cool muscle did feel nice, in a kind of weird way, dancing within him(3).
With one hand still firmly pressed to the door, Seifer found himself being dominated, and liking it. A seconds longer hesitation was all that lasted before the lanky blond began to respond, taking control of the kiss and battling for supremisy. Pressing forward, Seifer backed Squall up to the bench, moving him down(4).
Before Squall could register his complete loss of control, Seifer had him down and bound, straddling his hips(5). A strangled moan escaping Squall's chest as those hips above him moved, rocking and grinding against him.
Another quick kiss was all the warning Squall got before Seifer pulled up and walked away. The smirk on Seifers face was undeniably self- gratifying as he turned the doorknob and left the brunette stranded.
"We play by my ruled Leonhard. I do things my way." A sneer was shot at Squall, a declaration of triumph. "Relas, your too tense, enjoy your stay." Laughter broke the moment as Seifer left the room, leaving Squall to utter a cry of dismay and fight his bonds.
As the bondage broke, a soft utterance echoed on a lost breeze.
"I will have you. You'll be mine forever."
~***~
(1) She's smart. She isn't falling all over Squall like Rinoa did *twitches* Its almost as bad as Relena with Heero (Gundam Wing for those who don't know )
(2) Forgive my horrible spelling. This program doesn't have a spell checker and I'm too lazy to go and use the other program, then move everything back to this one.
(3) Does that sound as bad to you as it does to me? O:) (A)
(4) Ack! That sounded worse then (3)!
(5) Those cross benches sure come in handy.
Kovanicka: Okay..It was longer. Everybody happy? good. NOW REVIEW!!! *falls down crying* PLEASE!!! NEED FEED BACK!!!! *regroups herself, stands up, dusts herself off and laughs* Hope ya liked it!
Don't hesitate to rant at me to update. I'm going to need it or I'll forget. My email address is Kovanicka@shaw.ca