Sweet notes: this has been in my ‘probably won’t be finished’ folder for a year. I wrote it last valentines.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Final Fantasy characters or anything associated with them. And I don’t claim to either. And I don’t make money out of this. And this is not official…

Warnings: Contains Yaoi. Seifer/Squall.

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Untitled.

 

~ By Sweetdeily.

 

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Valentines Day.

 

Icy eyes narrowed.

 

A day of love and friendship.

 

He hadn’t planned on being awake for the wee hours of the morning, well, it was awfully close to morning, given a little time, it would be morning, and it would be Valentines Day morning.

 

Another Valentines day; just like all the others. Lonely and cold.

 

The cool handle felt powerful, even through his gloves.

 

Outside snow drifted to the ground in slow, pretty circles. Lots of other students were outside, enjoying the wonderful feel of the little drifts of snow.

 

Goddamned bastards were wide awake at this hour.

 

Not him; he’d had work to do, he always had work to do. Many of the other students made fun of the way he was always buried in his study books, they told him loosen up and have fun once in a while, but he did have fun, he had fun whenever he wasn't around one of his peers.

 

Unless that peer was Seifer.

 

He always had fun when Seifer was around, because only Seifer was allowed to tease him, and only Seifer was brave enough to face him in battle. He would win, or lose, but that never seemed to really matter, all that did matter was that he fought against Seifer. The only one who didn't see all of him as some bookworm nerd, but as an opponent. No matter how unflattering it may have seemed, at least Seifer was reliable for him.

 

Squall yawned, chocolate eyes half lidded as he looked at Seifer. It was freezing cold, he was tired, clammy and really not up to a round of fighting. He had just finished a stack of tests due in two days and he desperately wanted to curl up with some hot chocolate, a warm blanket and sleep for the rest of the late night or morning. Then he could possibly ‘miss’ the day and not have to worry about being teased by his lack of friendship.

 

Seifer wasn't having any of it, as usual, just as Squall had put down the pen the tall blonde had barged into the brunette’s room, demanding a round. Squall had pleaded that he was too tired and it was freezing outside, but once Seifer wanted to do something, he did it, no matter what the cost.

 

Seifer's green eyes were locked in the trance he seemed to have in battle, a cocky, arrogant set to his shoulders, as if he could rearrange the stars with his sword. Squall wondered sometimes if he really believed this. But looking at Seifer now, wanting no more then to fall asleep, it seemed all the more likely to his mind.

 

"Lionheart, try to keep awake, wouldn't want you to fall asleep on my sword." Seifer joked, more then likely for his own benefit then to poke fun at Squall.

 

"Hn." Squall said, meaning 'I told you I was tired, but you never listen do you?'.

 

Seifer grinned and brought his gunblade up. "You need a new grunt. Winner takes the spoils."

 

Squall wanted to say 'but that isn't fair! I’m too tired to even put up a long fight, let alone win it,' what came out of him was the shorter version. "...Whatever." He did not want to sit through another torture fest of ‘I won so you have to do what I say for a whole day’ it was very humiliating, Seifer usually had him follow the blonde around the whole school, holding his books and waiting in the god awful canteen line, of course, maybe it would have been okay, if there weren’t other students always around Seifer. The blonde would command him to stay; the others would go out of their way to make him leave in humiliation.

 

They reassured their grips on their gunblades and Seifer gave a small nod of his head to signal for them to begin.

 

Squall held his ground in a defensive stance, blue eyes murky as dirty water, clouded with tiredness. Not in the position to make the first move.

 

Seifer circled halfway around his fighting partner before raising his blade up in a sharp swing. Squall met the blow with a right sided block, the metal grated against each other and Squall felt almost the full weight of the swing. His feet dug into the soft ground of the training area. It was surprising how powerful Seifer really was.

 

Half tired and exhausted, Squall felt the next blow make his body shudder with the impact. Squall grunted, going to one knee in an effort to conserve energy. He found himself flat on his back within two strikes, cool blade pressing into his neck.

 

"I'm beginning to think your not that much of a challenge anymore Squally." Seifer said in a somewhat disappointed tone.

 

Squall would have given a lot in that moment to claim his worthiness as a fighter. "Hn."

 

Seifer grinned, it had taken many years, but he spoke and understood the dictionary of Hn™.

 "Good to hear that Squally boy. You're just tired aren't you?"

 

"Don't call me Squally boy." He wanted to add 'and I told you so,' but somehow, he restrained.

 

Seifer laughed and moved his gunblade. "C'mon delicate flower, we'll get you back to your room, I'll collect my spoils after you wake up tom- haha, later today." Seifer corrected himself, checking his wrist watch under his sleeve.

 

Squall rolled his eyes and got up, yawning again and leaning on his gunblade for a moment. It really was freezing. He shivered as he walked, Seifer had gone on ahead to boast to his friends about his easy win and ask about presents.

 

No one ever got a Valentines gift from Seifer, they gave it to him.

 

It was strange that Seifer had friends and Squall didn't. Personality wise, Squall was a lot nicer, but Seifer was flamboyant, attractive and mysterious. Squall was an ice prince. Someone had called him that once, had come right up to him and said in his ear, 'ice prince'. It had been an isolated incident, but the way he'd said it... As if there was nothing worse in the world. Squall could argue that there were worse things then being the social retard he was, but who wanted to hear it?

 

Squall yawned again, passing Seifer and his friends, one of them stuck a leg out and Squall tripped, managing not to fall flat on his face but stumbling anyway. The group laughed cruelly. And Seifer leveled his minion with a glare. No one else picked on Squall when Seifer was around, that was his job, and his job alone.

 

Squall bit back a lot of things he wanted to say, concealing pain behind his icy extiour, whom none saw through. He walked on, ignoring the laughter and insults that followed, or the seeming sarcastic way Seifer be-rated his friend.

 

It wasn't that he didn't want friends; it was simply that he didn't want close friends; it wasn't safe to trust any kind of emotional dependencies.

 

 He got back to his room without further incident and forwent the hot chocolate, opting to peel off his clothing and snuggle himself into a ball under the heavy blanket on his bed. He would probably wake to find himself laying out straight and freezing because of it, but it was nice and crispy while it lasted.

 

His friendship problem wasn't helped by the fact that the majority of the school knew he was bi, yet another reason not to trust anyone. Someone on cleaning duty had unlocked his room and found his little box of girl and guy porn. He was still being teased and it had been almost a full year since the discovery. He had been too ashamed to go to the principal about the invasion of privacy, lest he get kicked out of school for being bi.

 

He honestly didn’t understand the problem really. So he liked guys and girls, its not like he liked anyone from school, other then a few distant crushes, and its not like he’d ever had a relationship.

 

 But then, society loved to hate something, why not him?

 

Squall snuggled himself closer, trying to rid these depressing thoughts from his mind. Though sometimes he wondered why he didn't just finished it all in two quick cuts. He was too cowardly, he reasoned. Though he wanted to achieve something in life... maybe that was why he prolonged his suffering.

 

Eventually sleep claimed his muddy thoughts and he drifted off, feeling secure in his bed.

 

 

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Warm breathe, lips brushing over his cock, a wet tongue sliding over the slit. His wrists were pinioned above his head, something warm, with an iron grip keeping them there. His body was held down by something warm and heavy, although his toes were cold. Something else was touching his balls sliding under the sack and massaging his tender flesh. He whimpered in his sleep, body arching off the bed into the sensation, what kind of dream was he having? And from the hardness in his cock, how long had he being having it?

 

With his arc he was buried deeper into the warm mouth assaulting him, feeling a soft suction beginning on his shaft, as it welcomed his flesh deeper. He whimpered again, fingers straining for something to hold onto as he was deep throated suddenly.

 

 "Unnhh..."

 

His cock was achingly hard and he wanted to wake up, but he was trapped, knowing that the dream would probably fade the moment he opened his eyes.

 

The suction increased, the fingers on his balls finding just the right angle, he whimpered as he came; body arching up into the throat around his softening cock.

 

He opened his eyes then, blinking softly as if in a dream; blue orbs focusing on green orbs. He blinked slowly.

 

 "Seif... Seifer?" his voice was a husky whisper from sleep.

 

"Awake at last, Squall? I was wondering how long it would take you. I mean, shit, I’ve heard about holding it for a long time, but I would never have thought you gave it up so slowly, are you so reserved in every area of your life?" The blonde whispered back. Wiping his mouth with a bare forearm

 

"Uhn..." Squall tried to move his hands out from under Seifer's hand but Seifer didn't let go. "What?" the brunette mumbled.

 

Seifer tsked at him. Ignoring his unanswered question and changing the subject to Squall’s unasked question why Seifer wouldn’t move. "I happen to like this setup, now, how was your sleep?"

 

Blue eyes widened, still hazy from a very good wake up, Seifer didn't seriously want to know how he'd slept? But Seifer's green orbs were demanding and strong, like they appeared in battle. And Seifer was most certainly laying on top of him, Squall’s imagination just did not do the all to friendly poking in his stomach where the blonde’s erection pressed against him between their bodies… yes, very hard erection. Squall drew a little strength from those eyes he looked at. "...Fine. Wh... What are you doing on me?" His icy cold expression showed no hint of any emotion. His voice faltering only long enough to show a small amount of disbelief.

 

Seifer laughed, a short bark of amusement, probably at them both. "Well, I just finished giving you a blowjob, Squally, and now I’m not quite sure what to do to you. That must be the longest sentence you’ve spoken in a while… I’m impressed."

 

Squall turned his head, seeing the bedside clock; it was eight in the evening. "Are you drunk Seifer?" He asked coolly, ignoring the nickname for the moment. He had slept for twelve hours.

 

Seifer slapped him lightly across the cheek. "That's very rude of you, Squall. And no, I'm not on a dare or a bet either." He elaborated. He used Squall as leverage and drew himself up to lick the brunette's cheek.

 

 Squall went out on a limb, his face tingling; Seifer seemed to know what he was doing with his tongue. "Then why are you…on me?"

 

Seifer drew back, lips inches away from Squall’s, his infamous little smirk playing along his lips. "Spoils." He whispered the word into Squall's mouth before bringing their lips together. His tongue slipping out, sliding through Squall's lips and into the wet cavern beyond enticing another whimper from Squall.

 

Squall could taste his own seed from Seifer's tongue, as well as something musky, powerful and very male, very Seifer. He didn’t need to part his mouth, it had already been open, he submitted to the blonde thoroughly, surprising himself a bit in his response.

 

Seifer pulled back, he trailed his tongue down Squall’s neck, biting down on a spot just above the brunette’s collar bone. Listening to the soft gasp the brunette let out from full, parted lips.

 

One lightly tanned hand drew down thin, feminine sides tracing soft muscles before sliding over a quivering thigh and into the sensitive opening of Squall’s ass, fingers running over the sensitive pucker.

 

Squall whimpered and let his head roll back higher, exposing his neck even more to Seifer’s teeth. Seifer nicked and nibbled on Squall’s neck softly, suckling on the skin while he played havoc with the smaller fighter’s senses. One long finger teasingly slipping just the tip of his finger pad lightly in and just out of Squall’s opening.

 

Squall felt like he almost needed to beg if he was going to get more friction, his cock hard and ready again, the heat Seifer was generating inside of him was almost unbearable.

 

The blonde, ever on the same wave length as Squall began suckling on a nipple and slipped his finger in. Squall groaned loudly, almost ashamed of his own voice in thralls of pleasure caused by Seifer. Seifer of all people. The one person he would never have thought to do something like this.

Seifer rolled the soft prize between his teeth, gently biting and chewing on the tender flesh. Squall made little mewing sounds, as if the pleasure almost hurt. Seifer knew what he wanted to hear, and he shoved his finger in deeper, probing before slipping another finger in, Squall writhed beneath him practically shrieking with the sensation. His body and moans begging for some form of release. But Seifer wanted to hear the brunette beg with words.

Squall twisted and thrashed against the blonde, body arching into far too talented hands. “Aa… please! Seifer… please!” He whined between gritted teeth.

Seifer grinned and released his prize, slipping two more fingers into Squall and watching the brunette’s reactions with baited breath, his own dripping erection painful between his legs.

Squall twisted and thrashed in the most erotic dance of heated limbs ever to be told before his eyes. “Fuck Squall, if you were any sexier I would have chained you down and fucked you into next week.”

Squall could only pant in response, his twisting body a mess of needy flesh. The blonde groaned and leaned in for another kiss, roughly dominating the brunette under him. Squall whined again, stuck between slight pain and unbearable pleasure.

Seifer growled low in his throat, control slipping as the ethereal beauty beneath him twisted and begged for more. With an utterly guttural noise he pulled his fingers from Squall’s ass and spread the brunette’s legs further apart.

“Can you take me?” He murmured, biting at the shell of Squall’s ear.

“Ah, I can.” Squall gasped, head tilting to allow better access in his submission. Whether he could or not, he was going to.

“Good, I’ll make it quick.”

“...Hn-mmm.” Squall started only to stop as a teasing digit traced the veins in his cock.

Seifer took hold of himself and guided his cock to Squall’s puckered entrance. Squall’s voice fell short of a scream as the blonde impaled him. Despite all his research on such matters, it still hurt like fucking hell! The feeling was like being ripped open at the seems. No amount of preparation would take the brunt of such pain.

“Shh, shh, it’ll feel better soon.” Seifer crooned, stroking the brunette’s cock a little more thoroughly.

Squall choked out a sob, tears were threatening his eyes, but his icy demeanor kept the liquid away. Sure it would feel better. But how soon?

Seifer pulled out and pushed in again, slower this time. Taking his time to savor the feeling of Squall’s hot body writhing below him.

Squall moaned, it was painful, raw like this. But it felt good at the same time. Impossible to describe in real words. There was a friction to it, near painful in creation, but a throbbing that just made you want more.

Seifer shifted as he fucked that tight ass, searching for the right place to make Squall Lionheart scream. Evidentially he found it on the next push as Squall all but screamed; hot body arching beneath him as the brunette spilled his cum splattering the sheets below them.

Squall’s tight ass got even tighter around Seifer’s cock and the fighter groaned, head falling back as he pounded into Squall a few more times before seeing pure white light.

They lay like that for a few minutes, sweaty bodies still entwined.

“…” Squall said.

“Stop whining.” Seifer told him.

 

~Owari.