Title: From His Lips
Author: Kalloway
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Hollow Bastion was lost, there was a
different reason Squall changed his name.
Pairing: Sephiroth/Squall
Disclaimer: Despite the fact that it basically hands
over the yaoi with directions, I don't own Kingdom
Hearts, nor any of the characters/settings involved in
this fanwork.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Slight OOC, Occasional
Cuteness.
Notes: When I was first shown KH, I didn't know
anything of FF and didn't understand that Sephiroth
and Squall were from different games and were rarely
paired. So ever since, I've been trying to figure out
a story for the two of them.
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"I asked for Volume 4." Ansem said, handing the orange
book back to Squall.
The teen sighed, taking the book back and walking back
through the maze of shelves to find Volume 4. It
wasn't there. It had been... Squall couldn't remember
there being an empty space next to the book he'd
grabbed.
"Looking for this?" A voice behind him asked. Squall
spun around to see another of the library's regular
visitors standing a few feet away with an orange
volume in one hand.
"Sephiroth!"
The silver-haired man stepped forward and put a finger
to Squall's lips. "This is a library, you should be
quiet."
Squall grabbed for the book, only to have the taller
man raise it above his head. The teen's eyes narrowed
and he jumped for it, but he couldn't even come close.
"Give me that book." It was hissed as the brunette
crossed his arms across his chest. "Ansem wants it."
"I know he does. And I know you want to please him. So
what do I get out of the deal?" Sephiroth grinned,
still holding the book out of reach.
"..."
"Squall." Sephiroth had stepped to the teen again,
cupping his chin and tilting his head up. "I'm sure
there's something..."
After briefly considering turning away, Squall let
Sephiroth's lips meet his.
"Squall!" Both men jumped apart as a young girl with
dark pigtails came running down the aisle and latched
herself onto one of Squall's legs.
"Yuffie." Squall looked over helplessly at Sephiroth.
Neither was particularly good with children, but
Yuffie seemed to be enamored with both of them.
"Want an airplane ride?" Sephiroth bent down, setting
the orange book on the floor and offering his arms to
the girl.
Wide eyes looked over at him before releasing Squall
to be swooped up and spun through the aisle.
"Whee!" Yuffie screamed, giggling.
"There you are! What did I tell you about running off
alone?"
Sephiroth stopped mid-spin as the three were
confronted by Aerith, hands on her hips. He set the
girl down, who immediately hid behind his
legs. "But I was with Sephy and Squall." Yuffie said
softly, peeking out for a moment.
Aerith sighed, shifting her weight to one foot. "How
about we go read about Beauty and the Beast again? I
bet the Beast lived in castle just like this."
Yuffie nodded, and ran over to Aerith, taking an
outstretched hand and being led off.
Sephiroth turned back to Squall. "Where were we?"
The teen held up the orange book with a slight smile.
"I was leaving."
Sephiroth grinned as Squall pushed past him, intent on
delivering the volume to Ansem. "Your loss."
Squall didn't look back as he quickly walked back
through the maze that was the castle library. He liked
Sephiroth enough, but so far they only seemed to be
playing a game with one another.
He was only sixteen and far from interested in a more
than casual relationship with Sephiroth. The
silver-haired man was older, in his early twenties and
a student at the nearby military college. He lived in
the castle on weekends, pouring through volume after
volume for reasons he rarely explained.
"Here." Squall shoved the book in front of Ansem. The
man didn't look up. He almost reminded the teen of
Sephiroth, just with a different skin color and
slightly harsher personality. Still, the man did let
the town children visit his castle and library
whenever they desired.
It was usually the same group though, fifteen year-old
Aerith and her neighbors' daughter Yuffie, Sephiroth,
himself, and the strangely absent fourteen year-old
Cloud. Usually the blonde youth was two steps behind
Sephiroth. His adoration and admiration for the elder
was far from a secret.
Ansem waved him away, picking up the book and setting
it down squarely two inches from where it had been.
"Thank you."
"Whatever." Squall mumbled as he went to sit on the
staircase, letting light pour down on him. He could
still feel Sephiroth's lips on his Despite it being
such a quick gesture, it was one of few times he'd
actually propositioned Squall.
He touched his lips lightly after a moment, wondering
just how far the silver-haired man would have gone if
he hadn't been interrupted by the girls.
"Squall?"
The brunette hadn't even noticed Ansem walking up the
stairway.
"Sir?" Squall jumped to his feet.
"Calm down, I just have a favor to ask." Ansem
replied, stopping a few steps down from where the teen
stood.
"What?"
"I shall have to be away for a couple days, so
Sephiroth will be working on my research over the
weekend. Could you spare Saturday to help him?" The
older man smiled a slightly unsettling smile, as he
watched Squall unconsciously rub the railing with one
hand.
"I..." Squall stammered, knowing full well that
agreeing would put him alone with Sephiroth for the
entire day. The few times they'd kissed -
really kissed - had left him desperate and aching.
This would be the perfect chance for them to... The
brunette quickly shook his head. "I don't know."
"I think you could."
Both looked to see Sephiroth standing at the bottom of
the staircase, leaning against the railing. He always
did seem to have the mystic ability to appear out of
nowhere, especially when it was beneficial to him.
Squall caught those odd green eyes for a moment before
nodding. "Okay. I guess."
"Good. Thank you, Squall." Ansem said, walking up past
the teen to the upper tier of the library.
The brunette looked at Sephiroth one last time before
the silver-haired man smiled at him, then turned and
walked off. Touching his lips again for a second,
Squall suddenly couldn't get out of the castle quick
enough.
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Squall opened the library door slowly, as if Sephiroth
were going to pounce on him the second he entered. He
wondered for a moment if that wasn't exactly what he
wanted. But...
No. No one was standing there. In fact, it took the
teen several minutes to even find Sephiroth. The
silver-haired man was sitting at a small table deep
within the labyrinth of shelves.
"Sephiroth?"
The older man turned, brushing back some stray hair as
he did so.
"Ah. Squall." Sephiroth looked back at the notes he'd
been writing. "Perhaps you could go retrieve a few
books for me?"
So much for the expected semi-seduction. "Whatever."
Four hours later, after the two had finished a light
lunch brought by one of the castle servants, Squall
had stopped expecting anything beyond book requests.
He was still trying to figure out if he was
disappointed or relieved.
"Squall?" It shook him from where he was leaning
against the bookcase, arms crossed, staring over at a
shelf of books written in a language he didn't even
know the name of.
"What now?"
"You're free to go. Thank you." Sephiroth smiled, body
half turned with his arm on the back of the chair,
watching the brunette.
"What?" Squall was confused. Despite giving up on
getting thrown on the table and letting Sephiroth have
him, he was sure he wouldn't be able to leave without
at least having a kiss stolen from his lips. He... He
wanted it.
"I said you could leave now. I don't need any more
assistance." There was that smile again, perfectly
innocent at first glance, but devious when looked at
again.
"But..." Squall walked over to stand next to
Sephiroth.
"What were you expecting?"
"Nothing." The brunette said quickly. He almost ran,
confused, to his usual spot on the stairs. He mentally
kicked himself for getting his hopes up. Sephiroth had
just been toying with him after all. He should have
known that. He should have...
"Squall?"
The teen looked up to see that yet again, the
silver-haired man had appeared silently from nowhere.
He didn't reply.
"Is something wrong?" Noiselessly, Sephiroth climbed
the stairs to sit next to Squall.
"No."
"Liar." The older man brushed some of Squall's hair
back, not surprised when the brunette pulled away.
"Leave me alone."
"Not until I get my kiss."
Squall looked back at Sephiroth, eyes wide, lips
slightly parted in confusion. He stayed that way until
he was pulled into what became a very
deep kiss, one that was controlled solely by the
silver-haired man. He felt fingers sneak up into his
hair as the other's tongue traced every contour of his
mouth. He was melting, losing himself; breathless as
Sephiroth's other hand pushed his legs apart.
"Sephiroth!" Squall pulled away. The stolen kiss was
one thing, but to touch him like that...
"What is it? Don't tell me you came here today
expecting anything less." The words were whispered as
lips met Squall's neck and hands pushed his shirt up.
Squall was lost for words as skilled fingers found one
of his nipples at the same time Sephiroth's tongue
traced over the brunette's left ear.
A moment later, the teen pulled free, looking straight
into Sephiroth's green eyes with his own ice blue. He
saw the shock turn to lust as he mouthed one word:
"More."
Without a second thought, Squall silently took
Sephiroth's outstretched hand and followed the
silver-haired man out of the library and to a bedroom.
"Yours?" Squall asked, once the door was closed behind
him. He looked around, but the shades were closed,
keeping all but the faintest rays of light out.
"You could say that."
The teen watched entranced as Sephiroth started
undressing, unsure exactly what he should be doing. He
wanted to touch the other man...
Sephiroth caught the look of confusion as he pulled
off his shirt.
"Come here. Help me."
Squall nodded, stepping forward and awkwardly reaching
to undo the other man's pants. Sephiroth kissed him
again, sliding hands up under Squall's shirt as the
teen worked at his task.
Within moments, both were naked and entwined on the
bed, Sephiroth laying over Squall, kissing each other
with a heat that made the teen dizzy.
As Sephiroth kissed his way down Squall's body, the
brunette could only moan and urge him onward. The
other man's touches, kisses, caresses, they were like
fire and Squall was begging to be burned.
He froze for a second when the green-eyed man licked
the tip of his erection. All Squall could do was try
and remember how to breathe a moment later as
Sephiroth took him in mouth.
Not more than a few minutes later, the teen was
overtaken by the feel of Sephiroth's hot mouth and
agile tongue pleasuring him. He howled and grabbed at
the sheets as he came, unable to even open his eyes to
watch as the silver-haired man drank from him.
"Seph..." Squall muttered as the silver-haired man
crawled up to lay next to him. He opened his eyes to
look into bottomless green.
"Squall, you taste delicious." Sephiroth smiled before
leaning over and pushing his tongue into Squall's
mouth, sharing a bit of the teen's seed with its
owner.
The teen could feel Sephiroth's arousal hard against
his leg. He'd read enough to know exactly what was
supposed to happen next, but he couldn't imagine how
something that large was supposed to fit inside of
him.
Sephiroth sensed his nervousness and kissed him
deeply, using the distraction to move on top of the
brunette. Squall felt his legs being spread and
tensed.
"Just relax." Sephiroth said softly, brushing some of
Squall's hair back before reaching for something under
one of the pillows. "It'll only hurt if you don't
relax."
Squall closed his eyes and tried to relax, fighting
the urge to freeze and pull away as he felt something
slick and cool trace his opening.
"Squall..." It was almost pleading as Sephiroth kissed
the inside of the teen's thigh before slipping the tip
of his finger inside tight heat.
It was all Squall could do to not cry out at the
invasion. It didn't really hurt, it just felt weird. A
moment later, as Sephiroth slid the finger in further,
Squall did cry out as a wave of pleasure coursed
through his body.
He opened his eyes for a quick moment to meet
glittering green watching him intently.
"More, Squall?"
Squall could feel another finger pressing at him,
wanting to stretch him in preparation to share his
body.
"Yes." What little breath he had was taken from him as
those skilled fingers touched him inside. Without
realizing it, he was thrusting back against them.
There was a bit of pain, but it was nothing compared
to the pleasure. It was overwhelming...
And then Sephiroth pulled his fingers away, leaving
Squall panting and empty.
"Relax, Squall." The words were whispered by lips
pressed next to Squall's ear. The teen could feel
Sephiroth position himself and begin to guide himself
in.
He couldn't. It hurt. Tears stung his eyes before
Sephiroth had pushed himself fully inside. But the
silver-haired man noticed and was kissing the tears
away before they fell, whispering reassurances and
praises.
Without warning, Sephiroth pulled partway out and
thrust, causing Squall to arch and cry out. This time
was pleasure though, cutting through the pain seconds
before lips met his. Squall moaned into the other's
mouth as they established a slow rhythm. He also
realized he was getting aroused again, something that
didn't escape Sephiroth.
The silver-haired man pulled back from Squall,
changing his position so he could thrust harder and
watch every reaction the teen had. Squall cried out
again when one of Sephiroth's hand's wound around his
erection, stroking opposite his thrusts.
The teen tried to open his eyes so he could watch
himself being taken. The sight was too much for him
though, the faint light peeking around the dark
curtains illuminated Sephiroth like an angel.
Squall lost himself then, closing his eyes and arching
as another delicious orgasm claimed him.
"Sephiroth!" It was more of a gasp than a cry as he
felt his own seed on his stomach.
"Squall!" Sephiroth thrust harder and faster, reaching
his own climax moments later. He leaned forward,
kissing the teen as he emptied himself in the tight
heat.
Neither one moved for minutes, lost in each other's
kisses and whispers.
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Days of stolen passion turned quickly to months,
neither one noticing the world around them
deteriorating. One day, much too quickly, their world
was lost, and during their escape, Cloud was nowhere
to be found.
Aerith and Yuffie each held one of Squall's hands as
Sephiroth quickly kissed him and ran off to find the
blonde. They held him back when it was clear that
neither were going to return.
"Squall?" Aerith bent down next to where Squall was
sitting on the floor of the ship.
"Don't call me that."
"Why?"
"If it's not from his lips, I never want to hear my
name again."
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