Everybody has a Ghost

By JuniperHeart

Summary - After dynamic shifts in the world's politics and set 5 years after the battle with Ultimecia, Squall reflects on his loves and losses and what he truly needs to live again. The challenge is in doing something about it.

Warnings - Contains homosexual relationships, sexual situations, angst, sappiness on occasion, and may contain swearing. Oh and no Rinoa-bashing.

Pairings - Squall/Rinoa (reminiscent), Squall/Seifer

A/N: It has been a while since an update, for which I apologise!

Chapter Eleven - Love Stained

Live and die for it, swearing by black mass in bed

We're fed, we're wed

And unembarrassed to share this affair with

No brutalised romance or criticized slow dance

My head's my head

But still we're not afraid to say for ourselves what a pair is

TV on the Radio - Love Stained

It was 3:45 am when Squall awoke with a start, sheets coiled tightly around his legs. He had dreamt, but he could not remember what about. It had been a fitful slumber, in any case. Soft, slow breathing came from beside him and memories flooded back to him almost instantly. Squall rolled over and stared at the barely-lit back in front of him belonging to Seifer. Breath caught in his throat, Squall felt his anxiety rising somewhat, trying to think clearly about what he had just got himself into. He had finally succumbed to Seifer's intentions, by his own choice, but in this moment of clarity he couldn't quite come around to thinking it was the correct choice. He had wanted Seifer completely, but was that it? Would it only be sex? What else was going to happen?

Squall would be the first to admit he was not experienced in relationships. His first, and only, relationship had lead to the reason why they were in Esthar in the first place. Lying in bed with 'the enemy' so to speak. He had only been exposed to taking the lead also; completely succumbing was entirely new to him. Squall rolled onto his back, discomfort alerting him and further reminding him of what they had got up to a few hours ago. After their first time they lulled, but did not talk much, trying to get used to being in such intimate close quarters which each other. He didn't even know if he could let it happen again, and he knew that Seifer was being considerate by letting him think it over. Thinking this way exhausted him, and he knew, in order to sort out his feelings and thoughts, that he would have to talk properly with Seifer about just what exactly it meant. Either that or they could just go with the flow and let it progress, or diminish, naturally.

Swallowing deeply, Squall rolled over again, to stare at the broad musculature in front of him. He was used to only seeing this in battle, and even so, Seifer had developed much since they were teenagers. The flexing of muscles from his fighting stance, his sword slashes and jabs, his heaving chest from the thrill of the fight. In many way, sex was very similar. Instinctively, Squall reached out his right hand to trace the lines of Seifer's muscles, from the trapezius, across to the deltoid, down his left lat to his erector spinae. From the touch, Seifer groaned softly, rolling himself over to his back. Due to Squall's gathering of the sheets, Seifer was not covered, the warm Estharian air being comfortable enough for him to do without. Curiosity in Seifer's naked form started to consume Squall, as he reached out again to trace the lines of his pectorals and along the ridges of his abdomen. Seifer breathed deeply, shifting slightly, but still appearing to be asleep. Squall's gaze lowered down further, the curiosity driving him, and the flicker of desire starting to roll through him. Seifer, in his sleep, was beginning to feel the same, he noticed. His hand continued to trail downward, reaching the edge of Seifer's pubic hair and feeling around the base of Seifer's hardening member.

Seifer breathed in sharply, rolling his head to look at Squall. He was now awake.

"What time is it?" Seifer asked, croakily, clearing his throat in between words.

Squall retracted his hand, not quite sure what to do with it and feeling embarrassed. "Four in the morning. Sorry for waking you."

Seifer rolled his body and inched closer to press flush into Squall's body. His lips pressed softly into his neck and he arched his back in order communicate his intentions. "I don't need sleep."

Squall's lips were claimed strongly by Seifer, one hand running through his hair and the other through the cleft of his ass. A choked moan escaped Squall's lips as he felt Seifer press with his fingers. He was still very sensitive after the previous occasions.

"There are so many more things that I want to do with you." Seifer breathed before latching onto his neck and nibbling at a ridiculously erogenous zone behind his ear. A finger was now inside, Squall's hips bucking, his penis occasionally colliding with Seifer's.

Squall knew for sure at this point that Seifer could not be denied. He had already struggled before, and failed. Squall pushed Seifer over so that he was flat on his back. A dark curiosity was invading him rapidly, willing him to take control and dominate the man below him. He raised and lowered his hips so that his ass ran along Seifer's length while he reached for the bottle that was still sitting on the bedside table. Seifer reached out and grasped his member with a force that bordered on painful, but was even more pleasurable. Squall let out a strangled moan into the room, despite trying to hold in exactly how much he was enjoying this. He fumbled with the bottle, trying to get it open, but at the same time noticed that his phone was vibrating noisily next to where the lube had been.

"Fuck." Squall muttered and slammed the lube down on the table, wiped his hand on his thigh and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"She's awake and pretty much back to normal. I thought you might want to come say hello."

Squall frowned, trying to ignore the taunting bucking from the man below him. "At this time of the morning?"

"You seem like you're quite alert already, by the sound of your breathing." Quistis quipped.

Seifer smiled deviously and rubbed the tip slowly along the cleft of Squall's ass.

Squall cupped the receiving end, biting back a gasp. "For...goodness sake Seifer, cut it out."

"Am I wrong?" Quistis laughed. "I will see you in half an hour. Then we're heading back to garden with her."

The line cut off as soon as Seifer found the abandoned bottle, slathering himself up in preparation.

"We don't have time…" Squall gripped Seifer's shoulder as he felt him push in torturously slowly.

Seifer grinned widely in the dim light. "Then you better ride me quickly."

Squall glanced down at his watch. 4:25 am. They were going to be late, all thanks to the asshole beside him. They had dressed in a hurry and had not had time to even sort their hair out, so Squall was attempting to look even slightly presentable in the transport over to Odine's lab. He wondered briefly what the others would think when they turned up together. He knew some of them would put two and two together, like Selphie, but some would be too stubborn to even consider they could be fucking each other. Seifer could not care less if everyone in the world knew, but Squall… he still wanted to keep it on the down-low. Just in case things with Rinoa got messy. He certainly could not let her know that he had abandoned her for Seifer… straight away anyway. For all she knew, they were still in a relationship. Still teenagers. After hearing of how much time had passed, he knew the thought would enter her mind that he had moved on, but still, it was too sudden.

"Don't tell anyone. Leave them to their suspicions." Squall muttered while patting down the stray pieces of hair that would not stay put. Thanks to Seifer.

Seifer nodded, his hair looking surprisingly immaculate and his face fresh. It was like sex gave him new life. "You got it. We have excellent timing, alright."

"You can say that again." Squall looked out into the neon city, the industrial district coming into view.

Seifer gripped Squall's almost skeletal hand and squeezed. "Hey, don't worry. When Rinoa finds out, she will understand eventually. She's good like that. At first she is going to be pretty messed up about it, I'll be honest, but she will come to realise that it wasn't meant to be and that you did the right thing."

She was going to be pissed, then upset, then pissed again. He was going to have to suck it up and face the music, when the time came. At least she couldn't wreak havoc to a sorceress' degree anymore.

The transport slowed and the two left the vehicle, striding into the lab. Quistis met them in the foyer.

"You're late. Did I interrupt something?" Quistis smiled devilishly. She was enjoying this too much.

Squall frowned and refused to take the bait. "Let's just get this over with."

"She's on the fifth floor." Quistis motioned for them to follow her to the elevator. "She's doing well, but her memory is a little hazy still. The neuron net hasn't been fully repaired. The rest she will have to do herself over time. Her health is perfect though, fortunately."

Quistis grinned, facing Seifer in the elevator. Seifer grinned back.

"I know what that fucking means, so you can quit it, alright? Yes, we fucked each other. Happy?" Squall crossed his arms and rested against the back of the elevator.

Quistis chuckled. "Why, of course I am. It's about time you got a little stimulation in your life. Let's hope that he can also remedy your grumpiness."

Squall could only scowl at that.

They left the elevator and walked a short way down the corridor. A sign on the wall told them they were heading to the sorceress' research labs.

"Now, do not be offended if she does not remember you at first. The neuronal connections are very weak, but they are there and need to be reinforced. She will come to remember who you are. You are the first to see her after me and the staff attending to her. I thought I would allow the others in later." Quistis led them into a clinic room, with a single bed. Sitting upright in it was Rinoa.

Rinoa's warm brown eyes flitted back and forth from Squall to Seifer, as though trying to piece memories together. A slow smile appeared on her face as it seemed to all come back to her.

"Squall, Seifer. It's… good to see you." She stammered a little as she spoke. "If you're both here together it means… everything is alright. Quistis said that it has been over four years. I still feel like I'm 18."

"Technically you still are." Quistis sat down beside her and held her hand. She used to hate Rinoa, and now it had become like this. "The cryostasis halted your aging, so your body is still 18."

Tears formed in her eyes and she choked a little. "You are all at least 22 and I'm still 18…?"

"Hey, it's alright. We're still your good friends. Age makes no difference." Quistis reassured.

Squall felt incredibly awkward. As much as he knew he shouldn't, he felt this situation was very uncomfortable. He didn't know what to say, let alone what to do. Guilt spread through him like a disease. He couldn't go back to when he had last said goodbye to Rinoa. It wasn't exactly fresh in his mind.

"All that matters is that you're back and things can go on like normal." Seifer walked up closer and stood beside the bed. "We'll catch up on everything when you're used to it."

Quistis looked over to Squall, who was standing on his own facing them. Her eyes were urging him to say or do something.

He smiled softly, betraying his feelings. He too walked over to her, sitting on the other side of the bed to Quistis. He knew it all now. He did not love her. He cared for her, yes, but it wasn't love. Maybe at some point he had, but it had gone.

"Welcome back, Rin."

Tears began to track down her cheeks as she regarded him. "Thank you." Her frail arms wrapped around him and tightly as she could manage and all Squall could do to reciprocate was to place a hand on her back. He didn't want her to get the idea that things would go back to the way they were, but he felt cruel for thinking so.

"Why… why are you so thin?" Rinoa remarked in between sobs, her tears soaking into Squall's shirt.

Squall paused, thinking of what to say that was diplomatic. "It's a long story, for another time."

Hours, or so it seemed, passed in silence. Squall detached almost gratefully and stood up, wrapping his arms around waist. Rinoa looked extremely confused, which was understandable given the situation, but there was another angle to it now. Or maybe it was his guilt coming to the surface?

"Are you alright with seeing the others?" Quistis asked out of concern. "They should be here by now, but you don't have to see them if it's all too much."

Rinoa smiled softly, patting down the bed covers. "No, it's quite alright. I would like to see them."

Quistis nodded and strolled out of the room to let the others in.

"This is stranger than I imagined, before I went into cryostasis. It didn't really sink in how much things would change and I didn't really think it would take four years…" Rinoa smiled, looking a little weaker. The IV was pumping through a highly enriched infusion, but there was a limit to how much her mind and body could heal. "I guess it could be worse."

Squall couldn't think of anything to say to that, but fortunately Seifer spoke up ahead of him.

"Hey, you're out of it and you're safe. I think that's marvellous, to be fair."

Seifer always knew what to say, thankfully.

The brunette on the bed nodded in agreement. "I'm very happy that you two sorted out your issues, also."

Squall coughed nervously, "I wouldn't go that far just yet."

A pointed look was shot in his direction from Seifer, as though he was communicating 'oh really?'.

Before the conversation could go in a direction Squall really did not want to venture down, they were joined by Quistis, Zell, Irvine and Selphie. He all of sudden felt very small, anticipating a reaction from the guys as to why he was there already with Seifer, after they had left the dinner together. Would they figure it out, or were they so sceptical that they wouldn't believe it could possibly happen? Fortunately, they had arrived after the two so they hadn't actually witnessed them arriving together. Selphie shot an unreadable glance in Squall's direction only briefly, before bouncing across the room and giving Rinoa a bear hug.

"Welcome back, honey!" She exclaimed enthusiastically. Zell and Irvine gathered closely to also welcome Rinoa back into the realm of consciousness.

Squall felt himself fade into the background, as usual in situations such as these, allowing the others to fuss around a girl that was already starting to become overwhelmed. He knew he was avoiding communication with her, and he knew that it was because of his guilt, but he also didn't know how to act normally around her anymore. Especially after the massive transition that had happened gradually over the years. Seifer was looking at him, sympathy clearly evident in his aquamarine eyes, sympathy for his dilemma. He couldn't quite deal with it, he was finding it was harder than he imagined.

Quistis spoke over the conversations around the bed, noticing also that Rinoa was tiring. "I think we should all head over to the transport now and get back to Garden. Rinoa needs to rest on the way and a full day to recover. We," Quistis indicated Squall, Seifer and herself, "need to get back to work."

It was as though Zell and Irvine had only just realised Squall and Seifer were in the room with them. Squall was expecting a backlash, but only muted reactions were given, thankfully. It was as though, after they left the dinner, Quistis had given them a right-royal lecture.

"Are you all coming back to Garden? Xu has informed me that everyone is more than welcome." Quistis announced and gestured to the attendants to prepare Rinoa for the journey.

Squall quickly realised that Laguna had not joined them, which made him feel an inch more comfortable. He was a busy man, after all.

"As much as I would love to join," Kinneas started, "I also have work commitments."

Selphie frowned longingly. "I should get back to the little ones too. You all need to come visit the homestead at some point!"

Squall found himself nodding along in agreement. He couldn't believe he hadn't visited them in the last 5 years. Time had truly flown by.

"Okay, then it is decided. Zell, Seifer, Squall, let's go find this transport."

Final goodbyes were given, Squall only managing quiet farewells. He was more affected by this situation than he had first thought.

The Ragnarok was waiting for them at the dock, thankfully. They would make it back to Balamb in good time. Nida awaited them at the boarding ramp, saluting as they arrived.

"The Ragnarok is prepped and ready to go, Commander. Breakfast is available in the passenger room." Nida announced and let them pass onto the ramp.

"Thank you, Nida, at ease." Squall acknowledged his formality, even though it was hardly needed anymore.

Nida was in charge of transport in Balamb garden, and one of the few people Squall would let fly Ragnarok. Nida had come a long way since the war, but he was still a simple guy with simple needs.

The four made their way into the passenger room, a full breakfast waiting for them on a makeshift table in front of the chairs. Two seats were swivelled so that they faced the table; Quistis must have made arrangements for this whole thing. Zell was awfully quiet, but by the look on his face, he seemed deep in thought. Squall sat, Seifer in front, and Zell beside him. Quistis occupied the other seat. The engine rumbled below them, announcing that the Ragnarok was taking off, but it was pleasantly smooth, like a purring cat. They still hadn't been able to figure out what allowed a craft packing so much power to fly so smoothly, but he wasn't exactly worried about it.

Looking down at breakfast, Squall could feel himself salivating. He was starving, and he recalled not eating dinner the evening before. Memories flooded back as if on cue and he looked downward, not keen to give away anything.

"Squall, you should eat. You must be hungry after last night." Seifer shovelled some eggs into his mouth and smirked with pleasure.

The brunette snorted with surprise, feeling even more mortified. He desperately wanted to see Zell's reaction but knew it would give too much away.

Seifer chuckled heartily. "I mean, you did miss dinner."

A subtle nudge and a pointed look from Quistis shut him up quickly. How could they have become fast friends so quickly? Powerful allies, indeed.

Squall resigned himself to putting food in his mouth eagerly and the next ten minutes passed by in peace.

"I'm sorry, Seifer," broke the silence. Zell had not spoken until now, and Squall swivelled his head in astonishment. "I was an asshole. I don't like that you're here, but I'm sure I'll get used to it. We have to work together after all."

Squall was almost expecting Seifer to come out with something incredibly cocky, but he just nodded and reached his hand out over the table. "Truce?"

"Truce." Zell repeated and shook the open hand firmly.

"Well I am glad that you have made amends." Quistis quipped politely. "It would have been a mission trying to get you two cooperate. Xu would have had her hands fuller than usual."

Seifer smirked. "Thanks for that, Quisty, but I'm not that bad." He paused. "Anymore."

"That's an understatement." Quistis dodged a faux swipe in reply. "You were a nightmare."

"Are you two best friends or something?" Zell asked in between mouthfuls, barely making sense through the food in his mouth.

Squall slouched into his seat, feeling suddenly exhausted. It was probably the food. "It seems that they have found they have an awful lot in common."

"Yeah, we both like control and teasing Squall… not much else is needed." Seifer winked at Squall and chewed.

Oh Hyne, could he be any more conspicuous?! Seifer's eyes were burning with amusement and… something else. A sensation lurched inside of Squall as all of the memories came flooding back. He had well and truly fucked this man, how could he sit and talk so calmly like nothing had happened?

Squall arose from his seat, hunger sated by the meal, but his appetite still roaring to go. "I'm going up to the cockpit."

"See what you did?" Quistis' voice faded as he left, followed by an outraged yelp from Seifer. She must have decked him one.

Nida was at the helm in the cockpit, studying the dials and the ocean in front of him.

"Ah, Commander! What brings you here?" Nida swivelled around in his chair, greeting Squall with a warm smile.

Squall held his arms around him awkwardly, his presence only to escape Seifer momentarily.

"Thank you for breakfast; it was a nice surprise. Really." Squall muttered, peering past Nida, out onto the open sea. He needed to do this more often, without all the distraction.

Nida blushed, looking to side himself. "Oh that's no problem Comman-"

"-Call me Squall for goodness' sake. We graduated together, in case you've forgotten." Squall sat down next to his colleague.

"Of course I remember… I don't know, I guess it's a habit." Nida brushed his short brown hair back. "You've done so much more than I have, it seems fitting."

"WE did so much. Together. It was merely a position. Please, the word 'Commander' makes me feel uncomfortable."

Nida nodded and swallowed, obviously nervous. Squall had never really talked to him like this, now that he thought about it. Nida had always been shy, eager to please and do what it took to make people happy. They should really have been friends sooner.

"What… do you think about Seifer joining us? Do you trust him?" Squall spoke quietly, as if he didn't really want that to be heard.

Nida smirked. "You know, I don't really mind that he's back. I think everyone misunderstood him back in the day. He did really awful things, but he was pretty sensitive, really easy to manipulate. He gave off this aura of being strong and steadfast, but I never believed it. I'm really glad he managed to get out of it alive, and he managed to be more at ease with himself as he is. So… I guess, it's all good with me that he's with us."

Trust Nida to be the observer. He was always out of the action, but watching everything, it seemed.

"What do you think of his return?" Nida adjusted some buttons, not witnessing the discomfort on Squall's face.

How did he feel? Seifer's face popped up in his mind and he tried to think objectively about it, but he could only feel warm, happy. Oh hyne. This was actually happening to him. It barely seemed real.

"He's a good strategist and fighter. He's a good asset for us to have, so I guess I'm okay with it."

Nida smirked. "And the Rinoa thing? Are you going to continue your relationship?"

Squall felt seconds go by as he tried to think about that situation. He couldn't lie to her, and he couldn't bring himself to feel any more for her than he did.

"Please keep this to yourself." Squall began, feeling like he needed to vent to someone, even if it was Nida. "I don't love her. I can't bring myself to get back with her, even though I know it will break her heart. I will be lying to her if I get into that again."

Nida looked towards Squall, inspecting him. "I get that. You can't choose who you love. Even if you wanted to love her, it might not even get to that. It's always best to be honest, even if it hurts people sometimes."

Squall nodded, brushing his hair back. "You're right. Thanks for the advice."

"Hey, you're welcome, but I'm no expert. This is coming from a guy who is stuck in an unrequited love situation, and has been for a long time now." Nida closed his mouth suddenly, as if not meaning to divulge all of that information.

Squall raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Ahhh…" Nida trailed off, embarrassed. "Quistis."

Squall chuckled. "Should have guessed. That's a tough nut to crack alright. She's married to one thing: her job."

"Exactly." Nida sighed. "Can't get myself out of it though."

"Maybe I can help, in a limited capacity." Squall suggested, not exactly confident in his ability.

Nida grimaced. "I won't hold my breath."

"Nice." Squall muttered, feigning insult. "Anyway," he stretched and left his chair, "I will see you around Garden."

"Okay, see you then!" Nida focussed back on the instrumentation in front of him as Squall climbed out of the cockpit.

The hallways of the Ragnarok were rather dingy now, upon closer inspection. He would have to get a cleaning crew in here at some point. The metal hashed floor clanged as he strode down towards to seating area, but it was a funny rhythm. Someone else was here with him.

"Gotcha. Finally." Warm breath was down the back of his neck and hands along his stomach. "You left so suddenly. I hadn't embarrassed you to the level I wanted."

Warm, wet lips traced behind his ear and the hands slid under his shirt, along his sides.

Squall sucked air in raggedly, despite himself. "Seifer, what… You want us to get caught?"

"In a sense, yes." Seifer pulled Squall around to face him and pulled him close. The feel of that tall, muscular body against his brought back familiar feelings, his pulse increasing.

Squall rolled against the other man, revelling far beyond his normally steadfast limits. That feeling of being found nagged at him, though. "I would rather not."

"I have an idea." Seifer grasped his hand and pulled him along to the service tunnel. "I've been doing some exploring."

Squall furrowed his brow and followed in the direction down towards the left engine, or the 'left leg' of the ragnarok. He didn't think he had actually been down here, as it was purely for engineering purposes. As they walked, he could feel the air thicken and increase in temperature. They were getting near the engines after all.

"Down here." Seifer shouted against the roar of the engines. He led Squall to a large hatch in the floor and opened it, a mass of green glass below. Through the glass, Squall could see the rapidly moving ocean below. The glass was curved, and as Squall looked at it he realised that they were in the left knee of the Ragnarok.

"Let's go in." Seifer pushed down a short ladder he had acquired from somewhere in the Ragnarok and climbed down.

Squall knew they had privacy but even so… it was so… open. Regardless of how he felt, Seifer pulled him down, pulling him even further to lie on top of him.

"I suppose I could consider this part of my romantic dream." Seifer grinned and pushed Squall's hair out of his face. "All that's between us and the air and water is glass."

Squall knelt over Seifer, feeling sweat bead on his forehead from the heat. The surface of the water glimmered with the rising sun and he knew Seifer was right. This was pretty romantic of him. Sweat was starting to form on the rest of his body now, so he removed his shirt tentatively, Seifer's eyes growing hungrier with the passing seconds.

"Fuck, Squall. You never cease to amaze me." Seifer grasped at Squall's sides and moved his rough hands up to run over his nipples, pinching them.

Squall cried out sharply from the sensation, reaching out himself to feel the skin under Seifer's shirt. It was starting to become slick from sweat.

Seifer rolled up to remove his shirt and grasped Squall's arms firmly at the wrists. "I want to fuck you." He growled, biting Squall's lip, eliciting a moan from him. "I have been wanting to fuck you all morning."

Even though it had only been a few hours since they'd last had sex, Squall could feel himself rapidly agreeing with that sentiment. Seifer undid his trousers hurriedly, flipping him onto his back and pulling his clothing off in one fell swoop. Seifer was a determined and motivated person both in general life and during sex, it seemed.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Seifer leered down, stroking his fingers against the pale flesh of Squall's inner thighs.

Squall thought that it was plainly obvious, as he was hardening merely by being looked at. He could feel himself flush, an action he thought that he was immune to, but he had obviously not come across the right situation until now.

Seifer truncated his fondling to slowly pop the button to his trousers. The zip followed. Seifer didn't break his eye contact until he lowered it along the length of Squall's body.

The brunette baulked at the attention, knowing well that Seifer was trying to embarrass him and draw it out, but it wasn't as though he hated it. He had an element of masochism to him, he knew.

Seifer's lips tightened in a smirk. "Do you want me to fuck you, Squall?"

Squall nearly arched his body in reply. He wanted it, but it was mortifying saying it out loud.

"Hmm, you weren't so shy this morning." Seifer pulled his pants down, freeing his cock. "We don't have much time until we reach land." He smirked again, an evil gleam in his eyes. "You wouldn't want anyone in Balamb to see us in here, would you?"

Squall growled, need growing inside him.

"So…" the blonde continued, "do you w-"

Seifer was interrupted as Squall leapt up and knocked him back. He still had a good deal of muscle, and the ability to tackle a larger target. Sweaty palms held down the wrists of the larger man and Squall moved so that their cocks ran along each other. The sensations caused Squall to pant slightly in his lover's ear as he uttered the words "fuck me."

It didn't take long for Seifer to prepare Squall and within moments he was straddled on top, slowly lowering himself down. Discomfort was evident on his face, but he persisted as soon as Seifer grasped him.

"Are you okay?" Seifer asked, concerned.

Squall groaned, feeling the uncomfortable pleasure spreading him. "You're too big."

"You'll get used to it." Seifer reached up with his other hand to stroke Squall's cheek and wipe his forehead free from sweat. He smiled. Warmth was spreading through his chest, along with the heat at his sex.

Finally, Squall reached the end, his lowered eyes glazing over Seifer's, and his cheeks flushed dark red. He moved upwards, looking less uncomfortable as he went. Seifer was resisting his intuition quite severely at this point; all he wanted to do was to plow in and derive as much as he could for the both of them. But he was a good boy. He had limits, and even though he was close, he was not yet there.

"Aah.." Squall moaned, his eyes clenched, as he lowered at a particularly pleasurable angle. His cock twitched in Seifer's hand

Limits be damned. Seifer grasped at Squall's thighs and drove his way in.

"Haaah!" Squall's eyes burst open and he reached out to Seifer's shoulders to steady himself. "Seifer… slow d-"

"I can't help myself. It's your fault." Seifer's hips moved at their own accord, the discomfort on Squall's face morphing into one of pure pleasure.

Squall moved upright and met Seifer's thrusts, moans erupting in time with their movements and their bodies reaching a fever pitch. Seifer grasped Squall again and pumped him, addicted to giving him pleasure. Squall was a far cry here from his usual cold demeanor, something Seifer felt extremely privileged to witness and take ownership of.

"Seifer… I'm going to…" Squall muttered in between gasps, his hips twitching and his movements slowing.

"Come." Seifer ordered, thrusting deeper and holding Squall steady in his arms.

A few more thrusts later, Squall fell over the edge in a flurry of half-moans, his nails digging into Seifer's shoulders. Seifer picked his lover up and sat cross legged, allowing Squall to cling to him, still meeting thrusts. Seifer ran his fingers along Squall's damp scalp and kissed him firmly, still delving deep and feeling himself get ever closer to the end. Between kisses, Squall opened his eyes and rested his forehead against Seifer's. A broad smile appeared on his face as he came down from his orgasm.

"Come for me, Seifer."

As if on cue, Seifer came suddenly, his hips bucking upwards, Squall tightening around him in response. Squall's lips pressed against Seifer's as he came, their tongues running alongside each others, their eyes never closing. The warmth in Seifer's chest was stronger than ever and he knew that he had to now face the music. The attraction had always been there but now he knew it was something much more than that.

He was in love.