FFVIII: On His Knees
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Main characters: Seifer, Ultimecia
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Seifer/Ultimecia
Contains: Mindfuck(?), sex
Rating: R
Summary: The worst part is that he wanted it.
Notes: For the Porn Battle.
When he's lost everything else, he still has her. He can't remember his own name, but he remembers her, the power of her, the taste of her, the addictive promise of her touch. He's her knight. He is for her. It's only right that he gives up everything, lets himself become hers. There's a part of him that would once have been outraged when she pushes him to his knees, when she calls him pet, but that part is lost, buried, gone forever, and Seifer (is that his name?) kneels for her willingly. Wanting her, needing her, loving her.
Sometimes, she will punish him -- denying him not only the pleasure of her but giving him pain instead. But he bows his head, calls her his mistress, and none of that matters. Only her. The love of her, loving her, serving her...
Years later he still dreams of her, wakes overheated and sticky and shamed, angry. He refuses to touch himself then, clenches his fists in the sheets and waits it out, jaw clenched hard so it aches.
The worst thing is the memory that he went willingly. That the first time he knelt, he did it of his own accord. That the first time he fucked her -- he would never have used that word then -- it was freely, eagerly given. That the first time she called him pet, he came harder than he's ever come, before or since.
A part of him will always want to kneel.
This was originally posted here, on Dreamwidth.
Main characters: Seifer, Ultimecia
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Seifer/Ultimecia
Contains: Mindfuck(?), sex
Rating: R
Summary: The worst part is that he wanted it.
Notes: For the Porn Battle.
When he's lost everything else, he still has her. He can't remember his own name, but he remembers her, the power of her, the taste of her, the addictive promise of her touch. He's her knight. He is for her. It's only right that he gives up everything, lets himself become hers. There's a part of him that would once have been outraged when she pushes him to his knees, when she calls him pet, but that part is lost, buried, gone forever, and Seifer (is that his name?) kneels for her willingly. Wanting her, needing her, loving her.
Sometimes, she will punish him -- denying him not only the pleasure of her but giving him pain instead. But he bows his head, calls her his mistress, and none of that matters. Only her. The love of her, loving her, serving her...
Years later he still dreams of her, wakes overheated and sticky and shamed, angry. He refuses to touch himself then, clenches his fists in the sheets and waits it out, jaw clenched hard so it aches.
The worst thing is the memory that he went willingly. That the first time he knelt, he did it of his own accord. That the first time he fucked her -- he would never have used that word then -- it was freely, eagerly given. That the first time she called him pet, he came harder than he's ever come, before or since.
A part of him will always want to kneel.
This was originally posted here, on Dreamwidth.