Fanfic: Hands on Experience Chapter 7: Misconceptions Part 1
Title: Hands on experience. Chapter 7: Misconceptions Part 1
Pairing: SeiferxZell, SeiferxSquall, SeiferxQuistis…yeah I did state he was bi, like forever ago.
Rating: NC-17.
Warning: Nudity, threat of violence, actual violence and…sex, yes there’s also sex in here. Didn’t think that you’d be surprised.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, but I do own the story.
Chapter 1: Hands on Experience ; Chapter 2: Temptation ; Chapter 3: Hunger; Chapter 4: Outed part 1; Chapter 4: Outed part 2; Chapter 5: Fight part 1; Chapter 5: Fight part 2; Chapter 5: Fight part 3; Chapter 6: Decisions part 1; Chapter 6: Decisions part 2
Calm suffused the room till Fujin closed the door. The smell of Zell still lingered a bit and Seifer’s body shook with repressed rage and barely mitigated frustration. He leaned forward, pressing his head against his cupped hands, the thumbs of both pushed tightly against the spot just above the bridge of his nose. His breaths deepened as lungs pulled in air and angrily exhaled.
Raijin and Fujin stood quietly in support as Seifer’s patience finally cracked. The crash of the table nicked the floor as the counter vibrated, rearranging all of its contents. A chair splintered as it connected with a far wall, loudly snapping into kindling. It took all of two seconds for the outburst to occur and end.
Seifer began to settle the table and pick up the half-eaten sandwich and empty bottles from the floor. “I’ll get you a chair from my room.” Fujin nodded as she brought the trashcan close and then stood back. Seifer didn’t want help to clean up after himself. The re-organizing was soothing and helped to diffuse the mad compulsions that followed great disappointment. It didn’t happen often, but when he was denied SeeD recognition for the dumbest reasons, his anger would flare-up and he’d want to break something and then put it back together, however misshapen it would be.
He didn’t want to do that to Zell. Which is why he let him go.
Soft hair caressed against his bare back as Fujin pressed her small frame on his kneeling one. Her hands flattened at his shoulder blades as the side of her face rubbed the middle of his back, ear pressed tight as she listened to his strong heartbeat. Seifer finished picking up the last bits of wood, feeling calmer. “Don’t worry, Fujin. I’m done with him.” Movement placed her forehead against his skin as her arms wrapped as far as they could and hugged him. “Just a spoiled brat. Wouldn’t know how to reciprocate if it smacked him in the face.”
A dark-skinned hand was outstretched in front of him as Raijin offered to help him up. Seifer accepted it and stood slowly as Fujin unwrapped herself from him. The boil of emotions had simmered down, but it was too fresh. He knew that Zell was immersed in lust, knew that the toned body crackled whenever he touched it, knew that a part of the hyper fighter reveled at his slow attentions. It was evident whenever he caressed that sleeping form, so vulnerable yet trusting.
Obviously, Zell wasn’t self-aware enough to realize this too. Or he was stubborn and willful enough to deny himself utter and complete pleasure if it meant that he left Seifer in the cold.
Either way, Seifer wouldn’t play any more games, because he didn’t trust himself around Zell anymore. At some point he had crossed a line, and no, he wasn’t going to reflect on what that line was. He had relented too much control, placated Zell with pleasure without getting his due. Chickie should have been servicing him, licking and sucking him, swallowing his cum. Not the other way around. Didn’t matter how hot it got Seifer to feel quivering muscles unable to withstand the erotic onslaught; didn’t matter that the chase was as intoxicating as the catch. It was unbalanced and precarious, and feeling out-of-control was something that Seifer didn’t enjoy.
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On the first day’s evening, Seifer made a beeline to Squall’s location. The brooding gunbladesman spent too much time in the jungle of the training grounds, deathly preparation to hone his skills as he risked encountering the lumbering alpha predator by himself. Seifer didn’t spend half that time for his own training and could still match Squall in a battle. Natural talent against persistent training, a strategist’s dream case study.
As expected, the lanky body was covered in guts from the plant-like monsters and the heavily armored beasts, but no wounds. His blade dripping with strange blood after a long day.
Seifer coaxed Squall towards the Secret Area with low whispers and teasing touches. It had been a while since he had even spoken to Squall as most of his free time had been consumed by the pursuit of a tattooed plaything. But that was before, and now he had put his toys away and would seduce those who could rival him. A more respectable venture.
The dark warrior remained aloof as Seifer removed his stained shirt and licked at the sweaty, yet clean skin underneath. As he teased a nipple with his teeth, its color a darker brown than Zell’s, he expected a rush of heat and goosebumps to crawl across the yielding skin. But Squall hissed slightly for a moment, then returned to an impassive state, as though Seifer didn’t have his hand down the front of his pants.
All of the signs were there that Squall was horny out of his mind, the slightly raised heartbeat, the darker irises spread wide in his hooded eyes as eyelids drooped lightly, the twitch of his fingers. Seifer had learned to read these and although Squall would never forgive him for breaking his trust by fucking Quistis, he would let Seifer pound him senseless.
It was a colorless experience after the fireworks that were Zell’s reactions, all sound and bright. In the right mood, Seifer enjoyed teasing Squall. A slow puzzle to solve, knots to unravel. He knew that he couldn’t truly pierce the emotional shell, but it was fun to prod at the weak points.
It wasn’t enough. Seifer was starved for sexual satisfaction and could not stop comparing Squall’s quiet acquiescence to Zell’s outbursts and became impatient. He tugged the pants down, then off. Straightened up, shoved his tongue in Squall’s docile mouth as he took a bottle of lube from his pocket and prepared Squall’s asshole for what would be a hard fuck. Seifer’s tongue pushed at the other and found it easy to move. Squall wasn’t fighting back, not because he had surrendered to Seifer, but because he was an expert at civil disobedience and defied Seifer by simple inaction.
The reward for pursuing Squall was to get him excited enough to react, something that could take hours, something that Seifer had lost the patience for as he had been spoiled by instantaneous moans and half-formed sentences. He pressed his fingers in and found that they pierced the ring of muscle easily enough. Though it had been a very long time, Squall had been well-fucked and was skilled enough in battle to not need any healing potions that would have tightened him up.
It would still be tight. Then again, his girth made every fuck a tight one, a disadvantage when he wanted to have a quickie and his chosen target eyed him warily. He wondered if he would ever be able to fuck Zell and have it not hurt, how long it would take for that small body to get used to his heated invasion.
Seifer wasn’t aware that his kisses had grown more fervent and were bending Squall’s head back, that his fingers were no longer stretching, instead were rocking in and out as more joined in. It was rougher and more violent, and it was totally not Squall’s thing as the dark-haired warrior pushed Seifer away.
His single gloved hand wiped at his mouth as he regained his senses. He had blown his chance. It was pathetically easy to get Squall out of the mood and it was too much work to entice him when he got pissy. His rival liked things to go slow, didn’t mind hard and hated rough, which is why he was cheated on since Seifer likes it all and refuses to be denied.
As Squall left, Seifer realized that the only one to speak during all of it was him. He didn’t even get a ‘whatever’. Worse yet, he wasn’t kissed back, touched back, caressed back. He blamed the hollow pain at the pit of his stomach and the void in his chest on blue balls.
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As he walked down the narrow corridors he had learned about as Head of the Disciplinary Committee, he saw that spy limping in exhaustion towards his direction.
“Congrats, I’m surprised you’re still on the run.”
Lou looked up and focused the cloud of hatred that hovered around him. “Fuck you, asshole. Fuckin’ kill you, you fuckin’ fuck of a fuck. Shit-for-brains bastard.” Fatigue had robbed him of sensible words and originality.
Seifer clapped slowly at the string of curses and smirked jovially at his obvious. predicament. “Nice to see you, too. Might want to hurry up, I think I hear footsteps.” He didn’t but someone about to collapse will hear all sorts of things if you tell them it’s there.
Head swerving madly, Lou eyed both ends of the corridor in paranoia. He snarled at Seifer as he jumped on his feet to go back the way he came. “Why you here? Scared to show your face? Zell beat you, didn’t he? Fuckin’ A, you’re hiding out.” The look of manic pride was unbelievably hostile.
A moment of reflection had Seifer wondering if he should be more careful around the spies. Their psychological profiles had to be somewhat sociopathic to pull off the jobs they had to do. “Believe what you want, moron. Enjoy your life as a fugitive.”
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On the second day’s evening, he slinked into Instructor Quistis’ office and slipped the door shut. She spared him a glance then returned to grading papers. “I’m busy, Almasy. Come back on the weekend.” Her tone was professional and clipped. But he knew what she meant and she knew why he was there.
He locked the door.
She didn’t complain.
There was room to play, then.
He slipped behind her chair and rubbed her neck in broad strokes, each one delving deeper into her shirt, each one unbuttoning her clothes till he finally brushed her nipples and cupped her ample soft flesh. She continued her work, regardless and that stirred Seifer on. Trepe was into role-playing. Dominatrix, slave, innocent virgin, slutty whore, student, teacher, as long as she played it up, it got her off.
Apparently, she was playing as a cold professional, a workaholic with no time for sex. Silence filled the room as he pinched and rubbed, scrapped his nails over her sensitive and darkly pink nubs. She reacted as though no one was there.
When he pushed her chair aside to get between her legs, she made as though she was reaching at something in her document drawer and pulled out a file. Seifer inched her skirt upwards, the silky material strong yet supple and licked along her inner thigh as the smell of her arousal wafted softly. When he reached the crux of her legs, he pressed his tongue against the silken and moist underwear, her folds neatly defined in the thin material. Above a click of a pen was followed by scribbling as she noted on a student’s paper on how they could improve their work.
Harsh breaths emanating from Seifer was the loudest sound in the office as he peeled back the panties and licked up her juices, his tongue delving deeper into her flowing muff taking her to the brink. Despite the slight quivers, Quistis remained passively calm as her breasts swung freely from her clothes and her skirt was currently a belt.
By her third excited gush, Seifer recalled why he liked girls. Multiorgasmic. And that reminded him of Zell, who was so very sensitive. He never managed to force a second cum out of his Chickie, because the wuss ran off after the first. Sure that he could even manage a third, he wanted to suck and fuck him long enough that he’d be orgasmed out, his dick racked in spasms and nothing coming out. One climax left the short fighter in a puddle of satisfaction; several would melt his bones and rid him of thoughts for days.
Lost again in possibilities that he had sworn himself off, Seifer didn’t realize that he was about to perform one of Quistis’ no-no’s. He licked downwards and connected with her asshole.
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Outside of her office, Seifer pulled out a wetnap packet from his trench coat and wiped at his mouth. He had a lot of things in that coat.
His knees ached as he had been on them for hours apparently. Men, women, didn’t matter he liked to give oral. Problem was with women there really wasn’t a marker that signaled that they were done like spurts of cum from a cock. If it wasn’t for the fact that he had become the giver of pleasure and was not receiving any lately, then Quistis sudden dismissal wouldn’t have stung as badly as it did.
A thank you would have been nice.
He hated to censor himself sexually. He didn’t have any kinks that were really out there, but first Squall ran off because he got a little rough and Quistis tossed him out because his tongue dipped a little too low for her tastes. Seifer didn’t hold it against the Instructor, he was more lenient with girls because he didn’t feel a need to dominate them as he did with boys. He got off with their arousals, so different from his own, a deep well with no bottom. With Squall and Zell, while different, was essentially a caged energy about to burst out.
With them, he wanted to see who would lose control first, who would be left weak and breathless first. If he competed with Quistis like that she would win easily and pull out her whip to teach him a lesson on how long a girl can go.
Maybe if he had tried that, he would have finally gotten off. So far, pursuing his prior partners had not curbed his appetites and in fact only made it worse. He kept thinking about Zell, comparing them to him and wanting to do more things with him. It had become a drug and withdrawal was setting in.
It was late at night, the halls were empty and no one had seen him leave the instructor’s office. Though his breath and face smelled sweetly sour, he considered heading directly to Zell’s room and…and… he didn’t know. He didn’t know if he should tell Zell about Squall and Quistis. For some reason, he wanted to come clean, wanted to spill his guts and have Zell acce…no, fuck that. He wanted to burst in there, slam him down and have his way with him in a way that neither the warrior nor the blue mage could spur in him.
Before heading to Zell’s room, he had gone to the communal baths to rinse his mouth out. Chickie had a thing about STDs, probably an excuse to hide his fear of sex as he was technically a virgin before Seifer. If he still had some qualms, then showing up with Quistis’ honey smell still on him was not going to do any good.
He looked at himself in the mirror above the porcelain sink and frowned. This wasn’t like him. And if it was, then it’s not a part he’s proud of. Back when Fujin beseeched him to stay away from Zell, he knew that she meant to say ‘approval’ instead of that bullshit about consent. It’s not that he wanted a pat on the head and a ‘good job!’ from anybody. He didn’t need reassurance; he knew he was the best gunblade specialist, heck the best heavy damage fighter in the whole Garden. He was intelligent and talented, was skilled in battle tactics and foreign diplomacy and languages. Well-read and well-educated and fit like a fortress with strong arms and legs, a ripped torso and a head of thick blonde hair. Damn good-looking face too. Look at him, perfectly symmetrical and aristocratic, who wouldn’t want to kiss his lips, touch his skin, play with his hair?
Everyone apparently, everyone that mattered. Everyone he ever craved.
Zell.
Quistis and Squall would kiss back if he initiated and satisfied them enough, but Zell wouldn’t even let him attempt anything. As though he somehow knew that his mouth was a bigger prize than his ass could ever be.
If he felt any glimmer of sexual attraction towards Fujin and Raijin then he’d be set for life, but his love for them went past that. He could see himself dying for either of them, but couldn’t imagine making them cum. It was funny how certain relationships worked like that.
With a sigh he dried his face and tucked away the small vial of mouthwash in an inner pocket of his coat
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Around the corner, just outside of Zell’s room he met the bedraggled Lou. “Why are you here?” The disappointed surprise was barely concealed in his heated whisper.
Lou’s clothes were charred in places, yet his health was decent enough considering. Seifer hadn’t measured what protective magics the snoop would have and regretted their good quality. “I should be asking that question, dipshit. Fuck off and leave Zell alone. You ain’t getting’ any cheap shots in tonight.” His disposition remained as sour as ever.
Wanting to intimidate Seifer reverted to bully tactics, that accompanied with his height and breadth was unnerving for most cadets. “Aww, you’re playing at guard-puppy? Or are you still pissy about being chased for days? Just want to get in my way?” He loomed above the spy, each step closer a challenge to run away.
Lou took a step back as he knew he couldn’t overpower or outfight Seifer even with both of them unarmed. “You ain’t getting shit if I can help it.” He knew what he had to do and slowly paced back as he prepared for his next move. “Fuckin’ bullshit artist, told me I could outrun the guards.”
A sneer creased Seifer’s face in amusement. “I didn’t lie, I rarely do. You have outrunned them and I did warn you that they’re persistent.” His hand sprang forward about to grab Lou by the lapel of his tattered uniform.
Lou easily dodged it as he had better speed. He bolted towards Zell’s door and before Seifer could exit the shadows the door had opened with his Chickie half-dressed and fully awake.
He had been waiting in the middle of the night for a visitor.
Seifer immediately regretted his musing in the bathrooms as he could sense an opportunity lost. As Zell turned to close the door, Seifer fought the urge to call out. When the light thinned out, he pressed his back to the wall and slid down. Head cradled in his hands, he waited for his thundering heart to calm down. The out-of-control feeling teetered at the edge of his senses as he fought off a rage that wanted to claim everything he had ever desired. Unrequited passion fusing itself with hurt pride, a deadly combination that wanted to tear Zell apart.
He had not been kidding when he said that there was a pressure building up inside him. His sincerity had been genuine as he truly wanted to keep his Chickie safe from the ball of need that bubbled ever larger in his soul. Seifer didn’t know what to do; there weren’t any handbooks on how to handle violent tendencies that twisted romance into rape. No expert opinions on what to do when sexual lust mixed with bloodlust. No guides on how to accept that ‘No means No’ when all he wanted to hear was ‘yesyesyesyes’.
He rose from the floor, entered his room, grabbed the Hyperion, then headed to the Training Area to kill more acceptable targets than meddling spooks.
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On the third day, Seifer continued his brutal onslaught on the monster population in Garden’s training facilities and cost the school half a year’s worth of budget to purchase replacements as even hatchlings fell under his blade. The lone carnivorous dinosaur stayed out of his path as it consumed Seifer’s kills, gorging itself happily without the effort of catching anything.
That night Seifer fell into a dead sleep and found peace in utter exhaustion.
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On the fourth day, he shared a class with the most fuckable person he had ever known and didn’t glance his way once because that is all it would have taken to break his composure. If anyone were to ask him what the instructor had said, he would draw a blank. Instead he mantraed the multiplication tables in his head and was getting to some pretty big numbers.
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On the fifth day, he was taking the roundabout way to the cafeteria through the back corridors. A good way of eating up his time as well steering clear of Zell’s hangouts. He never realized how much free time he had now that he was reaching the maximum age allowed to be a cadet. He had bulldozed through so many classes and electives, there wasn’t much left to study that fell under his training category. It didn’t worry him; he would pass the next SeeD exam as every other time it was a bullshit reason that prevented him from advancing. He’d play by the book, let Kramer know that he could follow rules and then do whatever he wanted afterwards.
The hunger was dying down as he immersed himself with anything that wasn’t Zell. He could do this. He could regain his sanity. He could be badass Almasy again.
When he heard steps, he scowled as he thought it was that punk Lou again. They had run into each other several times and it was getting nastier each time. Instead, holding a large cafeteria bag, stood Zell shocked into silence.
They were alone in a small area that nobody walked around except for snobby spies and lustful fighters. Alone. In a tight corridor. Alone. Fuck. Fuck, he didn’t want to think about fuck or fucking or teasing those lips that blubbered as Zell couldn’t find any words. Every atom of him screamed as he looked away and willed himself to not meet those brightly blue eyes, because he loved watching them as Zell came, loved seeing the pupils dilate whenever Seifer touched him the right way.
He plastered himself on the wall, giving Zell space to pass. Keeping his mouth shut as he didn’t trust his tongue to make sense as all it wanted to do was lick as spit flooded his mouth. The cocktease passed by much too slowly and Seifer couldn’t help but look down just in time to see Zell’s face teasingly rub against his lapel. If it were ever possible to be jealous of his own clothes, now was the time. Then the little devil paused, right there, eyes wide as Seifer felt his lust balloon uncontrollably.
Before he could stop himself, he planted a foot forward and kept walking. Some reasonable part of his mind geared him away from making a mistake. Stop him from starting something he would be unable to control.
There weren’t enough numbers in infinity to distract him this time, so all he could do was walk away.
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That night he made a decision. He needed some form of closure, some way of quelling his emotions. His plan calmed him, gave him peace of mind and an outlet.
He would head over to Zell’s house in Balamb, he would befriend his mother and prepare a bag for a week, and he would give the Chickenwuss a choice when he arrived. Leave peacefully with him and accept his loss. Or he would bring Zell to his room, ravage him to the point of loud moans, leave him cumstained and sore, then Seifer would kiss his bewildered mother with that same mouth and let her know that her only son is a little faggot.
It was cold cruelty. A final act of destruction that would hurt the closeted shrimp, a final act of hateful sex that would dull Seifer’s need to pleasure Zell, an icicle to stab at his core and cool his passions.
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Before sunrise, he hoisted his bag and left his room. Before exiting the dorm hallways, he slid a note under Raijin and Fujin’s door to let them know why he would not be traveling with them this week. Regardless of the outcome of today, he didn’t want to see them. Down the silent corridors, his steps echoed towards the high ceilings and filled the dead air. By the gates he met Lou again, the tired spy-in-training was sitting on the turnstiles, precariously balanced and bored as he tempted fate. It was becoming familiar to see him in secluded, empty places.
Lou jumped to his feet and stretched his aching muscles; he had not found a place to sleep this night. “Where you off to, dipshit?”
Seifer outstretched his arm out gallantly into the sky as he planted his foot on a turnstile, looking like a ship’s captain upon sighting land. “Gonna meditate in the woods, kill monsters with my bare hands and mash rocks to pieces.”
“Hardy har har.” Lou snorted derisively. A morning several days ago, Seifer had caught him reading in the library by a spell source hidden between the rows of books. It helped mask the magic inside of himself and got him some peace. There was another magical spring near the entrance and that’s why he waited near it till morning’s light forced him to scurry to a better hiding spot. The book he had been reading was ‘The Sorceress’ Knight’ and told a rather biased and rosy view of the Sorceress War from a warrior’s point-of-view. A warrior obviously tricked into serving the witch.
It was apparent to Lou that Seifer didn’t see it that way and had actually idolized the protagonist which meditated in the cold woods, kill monsters with his bare hands and mashed rocks to pieces. It was kinda sad that the bully had a soft spot for bad books. “Hey, asshole. Don’t hurt Zell. You got him messed up and he doesn’t know any better.” At least it made the bastard human enough to let Zell get himself mixed up in a catastrophe waiting to happen.
Seifer jolted at the mention of the martial artist. As though caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The look that crossed his face wasn’t anywhere near as innocent as stealing baked goods, but Lou hadn’t noticed the flash of guilt and anger that crossed Seifer’s face. “I haven’t been near the wuss, it’s a bit late for this.”
Lou’s eyes widened as he leaned in close in astonishment. “You mean, you can’t see it? He’s been aching and…no, forget it. Be an ignorant hick.” He laughed and cracked his neck from side to side with arms outstretched high in the air. This was too good to be true.
Seifer easily shoved him through the machines, their sensors noting that Lou’s magical student id had been tagged as ‘Detain’. The alarms that sounded were loud in the cold air. “Yeah, fuck you too.” Seifer strode through a turnstile, his id marking his exit with a happy green ping.
Trapped in magical bubble, a shield spell converted to imprison those who would enter Garden without authorization, Lou banged at the solid energy uselessly as the Garden Faculty finally caught up with him. “Motherfucker!”
Lucas did not have a pleasant fall vacation.
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He trekked the way to Balamb, the crisp air clearing his head as he made his way to Ma Dintch’s home. What Lou had said, about Zell aching, made Seifer pause, but not for long. He already knew that Zell wanted to be teased and caressed, fucked and all. The problem was he did nothing except fight against it. It didn’t change anything, not really, so Seifer did not understand the momentary flutter he felt at the base of his skull.
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He knocked on the door of the house just outside of the entrance into Balamb, a small fountain a few steps away. Balamb was an odd town that always seemed smaller than it was, but no town with a harbor and a train stop ever stayed small. It was a testament to its citizens that they kept the feel of sleepy beach town, rather than the hurried pace of a transportation node.
The sun was already up, just barely and he would have waited outside if he hadn’t heard the stirring of pots next to the window. When Ma opened the door, a dishrag drying her hands, she looked up and Seifer with fearful expectation. “Yes?”
Taken aback, Seifer had not expected this from a woman that was always so cheery. “Hello, Mrs. Dintch. I’m Seifer Almasy.” He stretched his hand forward, his clothes neat and leather gloves polished.
Ma took his hand and shook it with both of hers. “Yes, I remember you from that nice card ceremony. The Headmaster has yours, am I right?” That anxious air hadn’t left her as she held his hands in wait.
Seifer didn’t tug it back and let her hold his hand as he plodded down the script he had decided to use to trick Ma into letting him inside. “Yes, I’m here about Zell…”
She startled him by lowering her head unto his hand and gripping it more tightly. “Please say he’s hurt. Not dead. Just hurt.” He could feel her shaking, could feel the wave of tears to come if he didn’t speak quickly.
Seifer lifted her face with his other hand and leaned in earnestly. “What? No, he’s fine. I’m not…” He was quickly regretting this course of action.
She brightened immediately and laughed self-consciously, smacking his hand as she interrupted him. “Oh! Oh, thank the gods, here I am thinking the worse. When my father passed away I received a visit early in the morning back then. And I’m always worried for Zell, he’s a good boy and so strong, but he’s still a boy and his training…” She waved her hands and cleared the air as she motioned Seifer inside. “Here I am babbling. Come in, come in. I must have embarrassed you.”
They spoke and shared stories as they somehow clicked with each other.
She sat Seifer at the kitchen table and asked if he would like anything to drink. After she offered everything that she had in the fridge, he accepted a bit of milk. And when she asked if he wanted cocoa or strawberry or vanilla powder, he said cocoa was fine since she wouldn’t settle for plain ol’ milk for a growing boy. “Oh, there I go again. I know you’re an adult now in eyes of Garden and all. But you’re still a teenager. You’ll be off to save the world before you’re twenty.”
Seifer shrugged as it was a fact of life. “Even with all the medical and magical advances, the battles and training wear-and-tears our bodies. Mercenaries have to be young, Mrs. Dintch, to be stronger and faster, to accomplish our missions before our bodies break down.” Garden, as an institution, wasn’t older than Seifer, but it already had its veterans and none of the warrior class still served past the age of thirty, the handful left too arthritic and worn as they had carried the school on their backs at the beginning.
She nodded as she recalled Zell tensing with painful cramps that came with his endless reps, all the while reaching for his goal of being the best close combat specialist in the world. “Is it worth it? Wouldn’t you rather have a childhood instead of a regimen?” She could never speak like this with Zell, her worry only made him fret that he was doing something wrong. When the truth was that nothing he did could ever have disappointed her.
The questions were answered in stride as Seifer had never had a conversation like this. Other than Kadowaki when he was younger and didn’t have a hard-ass reputation, he never had a mother figure care about what he had to say. “Well, I didn’t really have a choice being that I’m an orphan. But Garden is the best thing that could have happened to me. I wouldn’t have met my closest friends if not for my circumstances, wouldn’t be as strong or educated if my life were different.” He had a shorter life expectancy, sure. But he didn’t care as long as he burned as brightly as he could while alive.
A slow sip from her tea gave her time to phrase her next question. “Is Zell one of these friends?” She said it calmly and waited for the answer as steam wafted past her face towards the ceiling. She honestly didn’t know of a single of her son’s friends. Didn’t know if he had true friends, as he always managed to keep a thin wall to hide what he viewed as faults. It was sad for a friendly soul to stop himself from trusting himself and others.
Mouth open in silence for a moment, Seifer closed it and restarted his sentence. “…yeah. That’s why I’m here. We’re going on a trip…” Talking with Zell’s Ma had calmed the fury in Seifer, but hadn’t dissipated it. He would still fuck Zell if it came to that, would still make him yell and groan loud enough to be heard, still leave him drenched in cum and sweat to be found by his Ma.
However, he would no longer kiss her with a cum-smeared mouth, would no longer call her son a faggot to her face and would instead leave without saying a word. She loved Zell, and he was a fool for thinking that she would have cared for him any less. They both were.
A small deviation in his plan.
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Their conversation remained easy-going as he helped her clean up a bit and funny when she mothered him with a wet napkin to wipe the dust off his face. As each hour passed he felt less like hurting Zell, but it remained as a smoldering fire that could reignite easily.
She had poured her love into making eggs for Zell, the reason she was up so early as she waited for him to show. As time passed and the meal grew cold, Seifer offered her solace as she kept looking out the window in expectation. He told her that he knew that Zell could be selfish without realizing it, could hurt people with simply being unaware that what he didn’t do could be as bad as what he did.
She smiled, mussed his hair and asked how did he know that, how did he become such a Zell expert, huh? He coughed, cleared his throat and spoke simply as he had almost blown his cover. “Uh, well. Sparring and…team missions. It’s something I picked up after being around him for a bit.”
“Well, as a reward for putting up with my oblivious son, you can have his breakfast.” She reheated it and complained that it lost a little something when not eaten fresh from the frying pan. Seifer had no idea how awesomely deliciously that would be, because her eggs were excruciatingly good nonetheless.
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As the sun shone brightly, not yet midday, Seifer understood why the Chickie’s mother fussed over him so much, worried about him. He was beginning to think that Zell would never show up, that maybe he had an accident or was attacked on the way or even sprained his ankle.
He had asked her to show him Zell’s room in order to grab some things as the train they were going to leave in was hours away. “Didn’t my boy tell you? He hates to have anyone in his room. His little fortress of solitude, kept neat with everything in its place.”
“Yeah, he is a bit of neat freak.” Seifer glanced at the wall clock then back out on the now busy street, hoping to see a bob of golden hair headed this way.
Ma took note of his troubled face and smiled warmly as she had found a kindred soul. “Go on up. It’s straight up the stairs. If he doesn’t like it, well tough cookies.” She slapped at his back as he left and returned to her vigil.
It took all of ten minutes to find everything he needed. Seven pairs of underwear, three pairs of socks, three shirts, two pants. For seven days, they wouldn’t need that many clothes, could always re-wear a shirt or pants or pay a little money at a local laundry if they had too. He had all the toiletries they would need in his bag: soap, deodorant, toothbrushes, toothpaste and mouthwash. The hotels always had shampoos and conditioners and if they didn’t spend a night at one, then they wouldn’t be getting a shower anyway, so it didn’t matter.
No hair gel, unless Zell managed to sneak it past Seifer. Raking his fingers through the unstiffened locks was part of the Plan A and if he had to wash the Chickie’s hair each time, that would take away time that he had very little of.
He walked around the room and noted the framed pictures, especially the one on the wall. Seifer felt as though some spirit was glaring at him through it. A crotchety old man that needed to mind his business. But that was silly. He lifted the rifle and looked down its sight, admiring the polished wood and well-oiled metal. On the table underneath laid a box of shells, eerily open when compared to everything else in the room, closed and sealed away. He picked one up and twisted it in his fingers, the cool copper shell heating up.
Lightheadedness filled his mind as he slipped the shell into the rifle’s chamber and cocked it; his hands handling the weapon expertly even if the only gun he had wielded had a blade for a muzzle. The barrel settled against his thigh as Seifer slowly aimed at his foot about to pull the trigger when Ma shouted for help. Seifer shook his head clear and placed the still loaded rifle on the wall and ran out to find she only wanted something atop the shelves and out of her reach.
His mind had quickly forgotten about the ghostly possession that didn’t like him one bit. The bullet meant to cripple him awaiting some eager soul to pull the trigger.
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Miracles of miracles, Zell had shown up and would never realize that his mother had waited for seven hours just in case he decided to come home early. His shouting was typical and reminded Seifer of what he disliked about the shorter blonde. He could tell that Zell hadn’t added up the fact that if the eggs got cold and Seifer had ample time to eat them that meant that she had made it hours ago.
He didn’t even ask her how she was, didn’t spout a single ‘love you’, just barged in, criticized her unknowingly and made it all about him. That’s why Seifer couldn’t help but mock him and make obscene gestures that were normally beneath him.
When he saw Zell’s red anger rise over his face, he grabbed the Chick by the neck to stir him away before he upset her anymore with one of his violent outbursts. When he leaned in close to whisper into Zell’s ear to calm the fuck down, his lust suddenly burst out. The flood of his plan washing away his kinship with Mrs. Dincht and filling his head with bodily promises.
It was exponential, every step up the stairs increasing his need as he forgot the most essential part of making the week happen. He had forgotten to offer Zell one last chance to go along with him, one last chance to prevent his Ma from finding out which team he caught for.
Instead he clicked the door shut and let loose his first pent up need and facefucked Zell without any preamble or consideration. He should have worried about teeth, but no bites came, not even a scrape. He tugged the belt loose and squeezed the smaller dick as the wuss choked. There was no fighting back, not even a balled fist smacking his thigh. Little fucker was a real fuckin’ masochist.
When he reached for the lube, slow enough to make sure Zell saw it, he felt the wave of what could only be desire. He should have done this from the start, shouldn’t have gone soft, shouldn’t have spent that night massaging and licking sleeping skin and should have just fucked him awake.
When he saw the blue eyes flutter upwards as air was running short, he pulled his cock out. Little Dincht wasn’t going to get out of this that easily. He hooked the pants and underwear into a bundle and pulled them savagely off. No complaints, really, just begging to not make a mess, either out of some compulsion to stay clean, or to keep his Ma from finding out. It was this second part that made Seifer look for the boxers and slip them back. He had every intention of leaving Zell as a dirty little cumslut that he was.
He tried to press in deeply and cursed the magical potions that preventing him from just shoving his cock in. After several tries, he no longer cared about preparation and lined Zell up and bit him. A real bite, more teeth than suction. He slipped his cock into cotton boxers and found it to be a tight fit as the fabric grazed his skin roughly. The embrace that followed when he sat him up was the closest that Zell had given as affection, the head nuzzling into his neck fiercely.
Seifer grimaced as he had confirmed that this really is what it takes to get Zell to reciprocate, to get Zell to consent. He had to be forced; with Seifer at least, it would never be willing, it would never be consensual. The kinder he got, the less Zell desired him and that was why it was harder and harder to seduce him. He had to play the bad guy if he wanted to play at all.
Weirdly, he lost his conviction at the revelation. A cool wash of unemotional darkness creeped in and smothered the uncontrollable torrent that had wanted Zell hurt and broken. He tried several times to adjust his cock and pressed Zell down lightly to see if there was anyway he could fuck him without tearing him apart and found none. It angered Seifer that it had come down to this. “You like it rough, you little bitch. I treat you nice and I can’t even touch you like I want.” All of the pleasure in the world didn’t matter unless Seifer shoved it down his throat and forced him to accept it.
When the cockslut shook his head, Seifer felt a well of frustration. After everything, now was not the time for Zell and his little defiance games. “What’s that? You disagree?” He gripped hard and pressed downwards, sure that Zell gripped him tightly because this is what he wanted. To have violent sex that felt like rape because he hated himself for being gay, his closeted ways more deeply rooted in self-hatred than appearances.
But Zell fought this too and locked his knees. Seifer thought that maybe Zell wanted to be beaten and forced into more submission before getting pounded up the ass. After nearly killing Zell, his pained screams as his skin moldered in nasty burns, Seifer wasn’t up to it. Holding him down, restraining his movements, that was one thing, but landing hard blows? “Do you want me to fuck you?” He couldn’t keep that hard façade, couldn’t keep his unease from wavering his words. It was better than asking if he wanted Seifer to beat him.
He felt moisture splash against his pec just below Zell’s head and thought that the little bitch was slobbering as he quivered in barely repressed desire, arms squeezing tightly as Seifer felt warmth he wanted for all this time, yet never like this. Resigned to play his part, no longer a vengeance plot to out Zell and rather the best he could hope to get, Seifer snarled with venom. “Answer me.” as he wrapped his fingers in the sweat sodden hair and snapped the head back.
It wasn’t saliva that coated his chest in wetness, it was tears and Seifer realized that he was doing everything wrong. “Not like this. I said, not like this.” He finally understood what Lou had meant, about how Zell ached. He hoped he hadn’t pushed hard enough to break the frail moment he had almost overlooked.
He wanted to take it all back, the harsh facefucking he didn’t really enjoy, the insensitive fingers that tried to hard to get inside, the bite that left Zell with a bloody mark that stained his shirt. “Okay, it’s okay. We don’t have to fuck.” He kissed the tear-streaked face as Zell sniffed and looked away as embarrassed blushing reddened his face more.
“Tell me what you want. Tell me that you want. Tell me everything.” He pressed his fingers against the scalp and moved them in circular motions trying to ease the strain of nerves.
Zell closed his eyes and moved his head side to side, pressing into each hand. He licked his lips and ducked his head. “Fuck me, suck me, make me feel good. Touch me all over, I want to feel everything with…” Seifer didn’t hear the rest, the blood rushing in his head blotted out everything. It was fucking perfect. Oh, shit. He didn’t want to cum because of some words.
He started to pump his erection against the cleft of Zell’s ass, the fabric scrapping annoyingly and bringing him back down. Then Zell moaned sexily and covered his mouth. Seifer was caught between stopping because he really didn’t want to go through with any of his original plan and rocking Zell on his cock because it aroused him that much. “That’s right, keep quiet.”
A compromise, then. Seifer bounced Zell as the fabric chaffed him, but the heated gasps were fuel enough to keep him hard. At the first squeak of the bed, Seifer was too far lost in Zell’s pleasure to stop and stood up as Zell’s weight bent his dick back a little too suddenly, pinching his sensitive flesh between the starchy fabric no longer moist with excess lube. He didn’t care, but was a bit more careful, angling Zell’s ass away from the wall so his cock wouldn’t bang on the hard surface.
Then a short soft lick crossed his neck, a lick he hadn’t initiated or demanded, a lick that came freely from someone else. Physically, it wasn’t a big deal. He had stimulated himself more while in the shower. But mentally, the type of satisfaction Seifer received from concepts and ideas, it was the best thing that Zell could have done. Well, second best, but Seifer wasn’t going to force that issue. He sucked Zell’s ear, another erogenous zone in the massive line-up that was his short body and flicked it slowly. “Keep doing that…” a slower lap followed “…fuck.”
Seifer couldn’t help but bounce Zell harder as he felt sore spots spread across his cock. His prize, his Chickie, the person he was mentally renaming as ‘mine’ was trying his hardest to lick and suck on his neck. It didn’t matter if two times out of three he missed or banged his teeth against Seifer’s chain, he was trying to pleasure Seifer on his own accord and that was intoxicating.
Then strong finger in a fingerless-glove dragged themselves through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck. “Fuckin’ fuck.” It was too hard to be sensual and reminded Seifer of the athletic massages for cramps and sprains from a gym class ages ago. But it was too much and his aching cock pressed itself into Zell and orgasmed hard over his taint. It felt like the biggest load of his life as jets of cum kept bursting out.
Feeling weak all over, he untangled Zell from his hips and held him up till he was sure that Zell could stand. He sure as hell wasn’t going to stay upright for much longer, and kneeled down before he toppled over. He could smell his cum, its odor strong and coating Zell under the boxers. He pushed those down and considered sucking the fabric, but that might freak Zell out so he didn’t. Instead admired his pearly seed drip a little off of tightly scrunched up balls.
He finally beat Zell to the finish line and it was about time. Fuck competing, he knew he could outlast the quick shooter any day of the week. There was no need to keep proving that anymore. He leaned forward and licked, the angle a bit off as he had to strain his neck back. Once clean enough, Seifer held his seed in his mouth and slithered it over Zell’s hot dick, coating the entire rod before sucking it down his throat. As the cock swelled and humped his face he pulled back and let the jets of cum land on his tongue. He enjoyed playing with semen, the taste and texture, the way it slithered down his throat and glistened on sweaty skin. He couldn’t pull of slipping it in other people’s mouths. Squall wouldn’t even swallow when he gave a bj and found Seifer’s games to be disgusting, but Zell was sucking on his cock, licking it clean. It wouldn’t even be the first time that Seifer had fed him spunk, though that time was as a punishment for denying him a kiss.
This time the Chickie licked his lips and swallowed easily. Fuckin’ perfect.
Seifer lost himself in the possibilities and leaned down to meet lips with lips and enjoy the afterglow of mutual orgasm when salty leather snapped his mouth away. “No strings and no kissing. Just hot, impersonal sex, got it? For one week.”
Of course, it had to be too good to be true. Nothing was ever that perfect.
A/N: RWAR Seifer muse needs to realize that chapters can be short. But noooo. He wants development as well as sex.
Yes, this whole thing is just part one. Of a three parter.
Chapter 6: Decisions part 2; Chapter 7: Misconceptions part 2
Pairing: SeiferxZell, SeiferxSquall, SeiferxQuistis…yeah I did state he was bi, like forever ago.
Rating: NC-17.
Warning: Nudity, threat of violence, actual violence and…sex, yes there’s also sex in here. Didn’t think that you’d be surprised.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, but I do own the story.
Chapter 1: Hands on Experience ; Chapter 2: Temptation ; Chapter 3: Hunger; Chapter 4: Outed part 1; Chapter 4: Outed part 2; Chapter 5: Fight part 1; Chapter 5: Fight part 2; Chapter 5: Fight part 3; Chapter 6: Decisions part 1; Chapter 6: Decisions part 2
Calm suffused the room till Fujin closed the door. The smell of Zell still lingered a bit and Seifer’s body shook with repressed rage and barely mitigated frustration. He leaned forward, pressing his head against his cupped hands, the thumbs of both pushed tightly against the spot just above the bridge of his nose. His breaths deepened as lungs pulled in air and angrily exhaled.
Raijin and Fujin stood quietly in support as Seifer’s patience finally cracked. The crash of the table nicked the floor as the counter vibrated, rearranging all of its contents. A chair splintered as it connected with a far wall, loudly snapping into kindling. It took all of two seconds for the outburst to occur and end.
Seifer began to settle the table and pick up the half-eaten sandwich and empty bottles from the floor. “I’ll get you a chair from my room.” Fujin nodded as she brought the trashcan close and then stood back. Seifer didn’t want help to clean up after himself. The re-organizing was soothing and helped to diffuse the mad compulsions that followed great disappointment. It didn’t happen often, but when he was denied SeeD recognition for the dumbest reasons, his anger would flare-up and he’d want to break something and then put it back together, however misshapen it would be.
He didn’t want to do that to Zell. Which is why he let him go.
Soft hair caressed against his bare back as Fujin pressed her small frame on his kneeling one. Her hands flattened at his shoulder blades as the side of her face rubbed the middle of his back, ear pressed tight as she listened to his strong heartbeat. Seifer finished picking up the last bits of wood, feeling calmer. “Don’t worry, Fujin. I’m done with him.” Movement placed her forehead against his skin as her arms wrapped as far as they could and hugged him. “Just a spoiled brat. Wouldn’t know how to reciprocate if it smacked him in the face.”
A dark-skinned hand was outstretched in front of him as Raijin offered to help him up. Seifer accepted it and stood slowly as Fujin unwrapped herself from him. The boil of emotions had simmered down, but it was too fresh. He knew that Zell was immersed in lust, knew that the toned body crackled whenever he touched it, knew that a part of the hyper fighter reveled at his slow attentions. It was evident whenever he caressed that sleeping form, so vulnerable yet trusting.
Obviously, Zell wasn’t self-aware enough to realize this too. Or he was stubborn and willful enough to deny himself utter and complete pleasure if it meant that he left Seifer in the cold.
Either way, Seifer wouldn’t play any more games, because he didn’t trust himself around Zell anymore. At some point he had crossed a line, and no, he wasn’t going to reflect on what that line was. He had relented too much control, placated Zell with pleasure without getting his due. Chickie should have been servicing him, licking and sucking him, swallowing his cum. Not the other way around. Didn’t matter how hot it got Seifer to feel quivering muscles unable to withstand the erotic onslaught; didn’t matter that the chase was as intoxicating as the catch. It was unbalanced and precarious, and feeling out-of-control was something that Seifer didn’t enjoy.
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On the first day’s evening, Seifer made a beeline to Squall’s location. The brooding gunbladesman spent too much time in the jungle of the training grounds, deathly preparation to hone his skills as he risked encountering the lumbering alpha predator by himself. Seifer didn’t spend half that time for his own training and could still match Squall in a battle. Natural talent against persistent training, a strategist’s dream case study.
As expected, the lanky body was covered in guts from the plant-like monsters and the heavily armored beasts, but no wounds. His blade dripping with strange blood after a long day.
Seifer coaxed Squall towards the Secret Area with low whispers and teasing touches. It had been a while since he had even spoken to Squall as most of his free time had been consumed by the pursuit of a tattooed plaything. But that was before, and now he had put his toys away and would seduce those who could rival him. A more respectable venture.
The dark warrior remained aloof as Seifer removed his stained shirt and licked at the sweaty, yet clean skin underneath. As he teased a nipple with his teeth, its color a darker brown than Zell’s, he expected a rush of heat and goosebumps to crawl across the yielding skin. But Squall hissed slightly for a moment, then returned to an impassive state, as though Seifer didn’t have his hand down the front of his pants.
All of the signs were there that Squall was horny out of his mind, the slightly raised heartbeat, the darker irises spread wide in his hooded eyes as eyelids drooped lightly, the twitch of his fingers. Seifer had learned to read these and although Squall would never forgive him for breaking his trust by fucking Quistis, he would let Seifer pound him senseless.
It was a colorless experience after the fireworks that were Zell’s reactions, all sound and bright. In the right mood, Seifer enjoyed teasing Squall. A slow puzzle to solve, knots to unravel. He knew that he couldn’t truly pierce the emotional shell, but it was fun to prod at the weak points.
It wasn’t enough. Seifer was starved for sexual satisfaction and could not stop comparing Squall’s quiet acquiescence to Zell’s outbursts and became impatient. He tugged the pants down, then off. Straightened up, shoved his tongue in Squall’s docile mouth as he took a bottle of lube from his pocket and prepared Squall’s asshole for what would be a hard fuck. Seifer’s tongue pushed at the other and found it easy to move. Squall wasn’t fighting back, not because he had surrendered to Seifer, but because he was an expert at civil disobedience and defied Seifer by simple inaction.
The reward for pursuing Squall was to get him excited enough to react, something that could take hours, something that Seifer had lost the patience for as he had been spoiled by instantaneous moans and half-formed sentences. He pressed his fingers in and found that they pierced the ring of muscle easily enough. Though it had been a very long time, Squall had been well-fucked and was skilled enough in battle to not need any healing potions that would have tightened him up.
It would still be tight. Then again, his girth made every fuck a tight one, a disadvantage when he wanted to have a quickie and his chosen target eyed him warily. He wondered if he would ever be able to fuck Zell and have it not hurt, how long it would take for that small body to get used to his heated invasion.
Seifer wasn’t aware that his kisses had grown more fervent and were bending Squall’s head back, that his fingers were no longer stretching, instead were rocking in and out as more joined in. It was rougher and more violent, and it was totally not Squall’s thing as the dark-haired warrior pushed Seifer away.
His single gloved hand wiped at his mouth as he regained his senses. He had blown his chance. It was pathetically easy to get Squall out of the mood and it was too much work to entice him when he got pissy. His rival liked things to go slow, didn’t mind hard and hated rough, which is why he was cheated on since Seifer likes it all and refuses to be denied.
As Squall left, Seifer realized that the only one to speak during all of it was him. He didn’t even get a ‘whatever’. Worse yet, he wasn’t kissed back, touched back, caressed back. He blamed the hollow pain at the pit of his stomach and the void in his chest on blue balls.
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As he walked down the narrow corridors he had learned about as Head of the Disciplinary Committee, he saw that spy limping in exhaustion towards his direction.
“Congrats, I’m surprised you’re still on the run.”
Lou looked up and focused the cloud of hatred that hovered around him. “Fuck you, asshole. Fuckin’ kill you, you fuckin’ fuck of a fuck. Shit-for-brains bastard.” Fatigue had robbed him of sensible words and originality.
Seifer clapped slowly at the string of curses and smirked jovially at his obvious. predicament. “Nice to see you, too. Might want to hurry up, I think I hear footsteps.” He didn’t but someone about to collapse will hear all sorts of things if you tell them it’s there.
Head swerving madly, Lou eyed both ends of the corridor in paranoia. He snarled at Seifer as he jumped on his feet to go back the way he came. “Why you here? Scared to show your face? Zell beat you, didn’t he? Fuckin’ A, you’re hiding out.” The look of manic pride was unbelievably hostile.
A moment of reflection had Seifer wondering if he should be more careful around the spies. Their psychological profiles had to be somewhat sociopathic to pull off the jobs they had to do. “Believe what you want, moron. Enjoy your life as a fugitive.”
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On the second day’s evening, he slinked into Instructor Quistis’ office and slipped the door shut. She spared him a glance then returned to grading papers. “I’m busy, Almasy. Come back on the weekend.” Her tone was professional and clipped. But he knew what she meant and she knew why he was there.
He locked the door.
She didn’t complain.
There was room to play, then.
He slipped behind her chair and rubbed her neck in broad strokes, each one delving deeper into her shirt, each one unbuttoning her clothes till he finally brushed her nipples and cupped her ample soft flesh. She continued her work, regardless and that stirred Seifer on. Trepe was into role-playing. Dominatrix, slave, innocent virgin, slutty whore, student, teacher, as long as she played it up, it got her off.
Apparently, she was playing as a cold professional, a workaholic with no time for sex. Silence filled the room as he pinched and rubbed, scrapped his nails over her sensitive and darkly pink nubs. She reacted as though no one was there.
When he pushed her chair aside to get between her legs, she made as though she was reaching at something in her document drawer and pulled out a file. Seifer inched her skirt upwards, the silky material strong yet supple and licked along her inner thigh as the smell of her arousal wafted softly. When he reached the crux of her legs, he pressed his tongue against the silken and moist underwear, her folds neatly defined in the thin material. Above a click of a pen was followed by scribbling as she noted on a student’s paper on how they could improve their work.
Harsh breaths emanating from Seifer was the loudest sound in the office as he peeled back the panties and licked up her juices, his tongue delving deeper into her flowing muff taking her to the brink. Despite the slight quivers, Quistis remained passively calm as her breasts swung freely from her clothes and her skirt was currently a belt.
By her third excited gush, Seifer recalled why he liked girls. Multiorgasmic. And that reminded him of Zell, who was so very sensitive. He never managed to force a second cum out of his Chickie, because the wuss ran off after the first. Sure that he could even manage a third, he wanted to suck and fuck him long enough that he’d be orgasmed out, his dick racked in spasms and nothing coming out. One climax left the short fighter in a puddle of satisfaction; several would melt his bones and rid him of thoughts for days.
Lost again in possibilities that he had sworn himself off, Seifer didn’t realize that he was about to perform one of Quistis’ no-no’s. He licked downwards and connected with her asshole.
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Outside of her office, Seifer pulled out a wetnap packet from his trench coat and wiped at his mouth. He had a lot of things in that coat.
His knees ached as he had been on them for hours apparently. Men, women, didn’t matter he liked to give oral. Problem was with women there really wasn’t a marker that signaled that they were done like spurts of cum from a cock. If it wasn’t for the fact that he had become the giver of pleasure and was not receiving any lately, then Quistis sudden dismissal wouldn’t have stung as badly as it did.
A thank you would have been nice.
He hated to censor himself sexually. He didn’t have any kinks that were really out there, but first Squall ran off because he got a little rough and Quistis tossed him out because his tongue dipped a little too low for her tastes. Seifer didn’t hold it against the Instructor, he was more lenient with girls because he didn’t feel a need to dominate them as he did with boys. He got off with their arousals, so different from his own, a deep well with no bottom. With Squall and Zell, while different, was essentially a caged energy about to burst out.
With them, he wanted to see who would lose control first, who would be left weak and breathless first. If he competed with Quistis like that she would win easily and pull out her whip to teach him a lesson on how long a girl can go.
Maybe if he had tried that, he would have finally gotten off. So far, pursuing his prior partners had not curbed his appetites and in fact only made it worse. He kept thinking about Zell, comparing them to him and wanting to do more things with him. It had become a drug and withdrawal was setting in.
It was late at night, the halls were empty and no one had seen him leave the instructor’s office. Though his breath and face smelled sweetly sour, he considered heading directly to Zell’s room and…and… he didn’t know. He didn’t know if he should tell Zell about Squall and Quistis. For some reason, he wanted to come clean, wanted to spill his guts and have Zell acce…no, fuck that. He wanted to burst in there, slam him down and have his way with him in a way that neither the warrior nor the blue mage could spur in him.
Before heading to Zell’s room, he had gone to the communal baths to rinse his mouth out. Chickie had a thing about STDs, probably an excuse to hide his fear of sex as he was technically a virgin before Seifer. If he still had some qualms, then showing up with Quistis’ honey smell still on him was not going to do any good.
He looked at himself in the mirror above the porcelain sink and frowned. This wasn’t like him. And if it was, then it’s not a part he’s proud of. Back when Fujin beseeched him to stay away from Zell, he knew that she meant to say ‘approval’ instead of that bullshit about consent. It’s not that he wanted a pat on the head and a ‘good job!’ from anybody. He didn’t need reassurance; he knew he was the best gunblade specialist, heck the best heavy damage fighter in the whole Garden. He was intelligent and talented, was skilled in battle tactics and foreign diplomacy and languages. Well-read and well-educated and fit like a fortress with strong arms and legs, a ripped torso and a head of thick blonde hair. Damn good-looking face too. Look at him, perfectly symmetrical and aristocratic, who wouldn’t want to kiss his lips, touch his skin, play with his hair?
Everyone apparently, everyone that mattered. Everyone he ever craved.
Zell.
Quistis and Squall would kiss back if he initiated and satisfied them enough, but Zell wouldn’t even let him attempt anything. As though he somehow knew that his mouth was a bigger prize than his ass could ever be.
If he felt any glimmer of sexual attraction towards Fujin and Raijin then he’d be set for life, but his love for them went past that. He could see himself dying for either of them, but couldn’t imagine making them cum. It was funny how certain relationships worked like that.
With a sigh he dried his face and tucked away the small vial of mouthwash in an inner pocket of his coat
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Around the corner, just outside of Zell’s room he met the bedraggled Lou. “Why are you here?” The disappointed surprise was barely concealed in his heated whisper.
Lou’s clothes were charred in places, yet his health was decent enough considering. Seifer hadn’t measured what protective magics the snoop would have and regretted their good quality. “I should be asking that question, dipshit. Fuck off and leave Zell alone. You ain’t getting’ any cheap shots in tonight.” His disposition remained as sour as ever.
Wanting to intimidate Seifer reverted to bully tactics, that accompanied with his height and breadth was unnerving for most cadets. “Aww, you’re playing at guard-puppy? Or are you still pissy about being chased for days? Just want to get in my way?” He loomed above the spy, each step closer a challenge to run away.
Lou took a step back as he knew he couldn’t overpower or outfight Seifer even with both of them unarmed. “You ain’t getting shit if I can help it.” He knew what he had to do and slowly paced back as he prepared for his next move. “Fuckin’ bullshit artist, told me I could outrun the guards.”
A sneer creased Seifer’s face in amusement. “I didn’t lie, I rarely do. You have outrunned them and I did warn you that they’re persistent.” His hand sprang forward about to grab Lou by the lapel of his tattered uniform.
Lou easily dodged it as he had better speed. He bolted towards Zell’s door and before Seifer could exit the shadows the door had opened with his Chickie half-dressed and fully awake.
He had been waiting in the middle of the night for a visitor.
Seifer immediately regretted his musing in the bathrooms as he could sense an opportunity lost. As Zell turned to close the door, Seifer fought the urge to call out. When the light thinned out, he pressed his back to the wall and slid down. Head cradled in his hands, he waited for his thundering heart to calm down. The out-of-control feeling teetered at the edge of his senses as he fought off a rage that wanted to claim everything he had ever desired. Unrequited passion fusing itself with hurt pride, a deadly combination that wanted to tear Zell apart.
He had not been kidding when he said that there was a pressure building up inside him. His sincerity had been genuine as he truly wanted to keep his Chickie safe from the ball of need that bubbled ever larger in his soul. Seifer didn’t know what to do; there weren’t any handbooks on how to handle violent tendencies that twisted romance into rape. No expert opinions on what to do when sexual lust mixed with bloodlust. No guides on how to accept that ‘No means No’ when all he wanted to hear was ‘yesyesyesyes’.
He rose from the floor, entered his room, grabbed the Hyperion, then headed to the Training Area to kill more acceptable targets than meddling spooks.
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On the third day, Seifer continued his brutal onslaught on the monster population in Garden’s training facilities and cost the school half a year’s worth of budget to purchase replacements as even hatchlings fell under his blade. The lone carnivorous dinosaur stayed out of his path as it consumed Seifer’s kills, gorging itself happily without the effort of catching anything.
That night Seifer fell into a dead sleep and found peace in utter exhaustion.
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On the fourth day, he shared a class with the most fuckable person he had ever known and didn’t glance his way once because that is all it would have taken to break his composure. If anyone were to ask him what the instructor had said, he would draw a blank. Instead he mantraed the multiplication tables in his head and was getting to some pretty big numbers.
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On the fifth day, he was taking the roundabout way to the cafeteria through the back corridors. A good way of eating up his time as well steering clear of Zell’s hangouts. He never realized how much free time he had now that he was reaching the maximum age allowed to be a cadet. He had bulldozed through so many classes and electives, there wasn’t much left to study that fell under his training category. It didn’t worry him; he would pass the next SeeD exam as every other time it was a bullshit reason that prevented him from advancing. He’d play by the book, let Kramer know that he could follow rules and then do whatever he wanted afterwards.
The hunger was dying down as he immersed himself with anything that wasn’t Zell. He could do this. He could regain his sanity. He could be badass Almasy again.
When he heard steps, he scowled as he thought it was that punk Lou again. They had run into each other several times and it was getting nastier each time. Instead, holding a large cafeteria bag, stood Zell shocked into silence.
They were alone in a small area that nobody walked around except for snobby spies and lustful fighters. Alone. In a tight corridor. Alone. Fuck. Fuck, he didn’t want to think about fuck or fucking or teasing those lips that blubbered as Zell couldn’t find any words. Every atom of him screamed as he looked away and willed himself to not meet those brightly blue eyes, because he loved watching them as Zell came, loved seeing the pupils dilate whenever Seifer touched him the right way.
He plastered himself on the wall, giving Zell space to pass. Keeping his mouth shut as he didn’t trust his tongue to make sense as all it wanted to do was lick as spit flooded his mouth. The cocktease passed by much too slowly and Seifer couldn’t help but look down just in time to see Zell’s face teasingly rub against his lapel. If it were ever possible to be jealous of his own clothes, now was the time. Then the little devil paused, right there, eyes wide as Seifer felt his lust balloon uncontrollably.
Before he could stop himself, he planted a foot forward and kept walking. Some reasonable part of his mind geared him away from making a mistake. Stop him from starting something he would be unable to control.
There weren’t enough numbers in infinity to distract him this time, so all he could do was walk away.
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That night he made a decision. He needed some form of closure, some way of quelling his emotions. His plan calmed him, gave him peace of mind and an outlet.
He would head over to Zell’s house in Balamb, he would befriend his mother and prepare a bag for a week, and he would give the Chickenwuss a choice when he arrived. Leave peacefully with him and accept his loss. Or he would bring Zell to his room, ravage him to the point of loud moans, leave him cumstained and sore, then Seifer would kiss his bewildered mother with that same mouth and let her know that her only son is a little faggot.
It was cold cruelty. A final act of destruction that would hurt the closeted shrimp, a final act of hateful sex that would dull Seifer’s need to pleasure Zell, an icicle to stab at his core and cool his passions.
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Before sunrise, he hoisted his bag and left his room. Before exiting the dorm hallways, he slid a note under Raijin and Fujin’s door to let them know why he would not be traveling with them this week. Regardless of the outcome of today, he didn’t want to see them. Down the silent corridors, his steps echoed towards the high ceilings and filled the dead air. By the gates he met Lou again, the tired spy-in-training was sitting on the turnstiles, precariously balanced and bored as he tempted fate. It was becoming familiar to see him in secluded, empty places.
Lou jumped to his feet and stretched his aching muscles; he had not found a place to sleep this night. “Where you off to, dipshit?”
Seifer outstretched his arm out gallantly into the sky as he planted his foot on a turnstile, looking like a ship’s captain upon sighting land. “Gonna meditate in the woods, kill monsters with my bare hands and mash rocks to pieces.”
“Hardy har har.” Lou snorted derisively. A morning several days ago, Seifer had caught him reading in the library by a spell source hidden between the rows of books. It helped mask the magic inside of himself and got him some peace. There was another magical spring near the entrance and that’s why he waited near it till morning’s light forced him to scurry to a better hiding spot. The book he had been reading was ‘The Sorceress’ Knight’ and told a rather biased and rosy view of the Sorceress War from a warrior’s point-of-view. A warrior obviously tricked into serving the witch.
It was apparent to Lou that Seifer didn’t see it that way and had actually idolized the protagonist which meditated in the cold woods, kill monsters with his bare hands and mashed rocks to pieces. It was kinda sad that the bully had a soft spot for bad books. “Hey, asshole. Don’t hurt Zell. You got him messed up and he doesn’t know any better.” At least it made the bastard human enough to let Zell get himself mixed up in a catastrophe waiting to happen.
Seifer jolted at the mention of the martial artist. As though caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The look that crossed his face wasn’t anywhere near as innocent as stealing baked goods, but Lou hadn’t noticed the flash of guilt and anger that crossed Seifer’s face. “I haven’t been near the wuss, it’s a bit late for this.”
Lou’s eyes widened as he leaned in close in astonishment. “You mean, you can’t see it? He’s been aching and…no, forget it. Be an ignorant hick.” He laughed and cracked his neck from side to side with arms outstretched high in the air. This was too good to be true.
Seifer easily shoved him through the machines, their sensors noting that Lou’s magical student id had been tagged as ‘Detain’. The alarms that sounded were loud in the cold air. “Yeah, fuck you too.” Seifer strode through a turnstile, his id marking his exit with a happy green ping.
Trapped in magical bubble, a shield spell converted to imprison those who would enter Garden without authorization, Lou banged at the solid energy uselessly as the Garden Faculty finally caught up with him. “Motherfucker!”
Lucas did not have a pleasant fall vacation.
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He trekked the way to Balamb, the crisp air clearing his head as he made his way to Ma Dintch’s home. What Lou had said, about Zell aching, made Seifer pause, but not for long. He already knew that Zell wanted to be teased and caressed, fucked and all. The problem was he did nothing except fight against it. It didn’t change anything, not really, so Seifer did not understand the momentary flutter he felt at the base of his skull.
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He knocked on the door of the house just outside of the entrance into Balamb, a small fountain a few steps away. Balamb was an odd town that always seemed smaller than it was, but no town with a harbor and a train stop ever stayed small. It was a testament to its citizens that they kept the feel of sleepy beach town, rather than the hurried pace of a transportation node.
The sun was already up, just barely and he would have waited outside if he hadn’t heard the stirring of pots next to the window. When Ma opened the door, a dishrag drying her hands, she looked up and Seifer with fearful expectation. “Yes?”
Taken aback, Seifer had not expected this from a woman that was always so cheery. “Hello, Mrs. Dintch. I’m Seifer Almasy.” He stretched his hand forward, his clothes neat and leather gloves polished.
Ma took his hand and shook it with both of hers. “Yes, I remember you from that nice card ceremony. The Headmaster has yours, am I right?” That anxious air hadn’t left her as she held his hands in wait.
Seifer didn’t tug it back and let her hold his hand as he plodded down the script he had decided to use to trick Ma into letting him inside. “Yes, I’m here about Zell…”
She startled him by lowering her head unto his hand and gripping it more tightly. “Please say he’s hurt. Not dead. Just hurt.” He could feel her shaking, could feel the wave of tears to come if he didn’t speak quickly.
Seifer lifted her face with his other hand and leaned in earnestly. “What? No, he’s fine. I’m not…” He was quickly regretting this course of action.
She brightened immediately and laughed self-consciously, smacking his hand as she interrupted him. “Oh! Oh, thank the gods, here I am thinking the worse. When my father passed away I received a visit early in the morning back then. And I’m always worried for Zell, he’s a good boy and so strong, but he’s still a boy and his training…” She waved her hands and cleared the air as she motioned Seifer inside. “Here I am babbling. Come in, come in. I must have embarrassed you.”
They spoke and shared stories as they somehow clicked with each other.
She sat Seifer at the kitchen table and asked if he would like anything to drink. After she offered everything that she had in the fridge, he accepted a bit of milk. And when she asked if he wanted cocoa or strawberry or vanilla powder, he said cocoa was fine since she wouldn’t settle for plain ol’ milk for a growing boy. “Oh, there I go again. I know you’re an adult now in eyes of Garden and all. But you’re still a teenager. You’ll be off to save the world before you’re twenty.”
Seifer shrugged as it was a fact of life. “Even with all the medical and magical advances, the battles and training wear-and-tears our bodies. Mercenaries have to be young, Mrs. Dintch, to be stronger and faster, to accomplish our missions before our bodies break down.” Garden, as an institution, wasn’t older than Seifer, but it already had its veterans and none of the warrior class still served past the age of thirty, the handful left too arthritic and worn as they had carried the school on their backs at the beginning.
She nodded as she recalled Zell tensing with painful cramps that came with his endless reps, all the while reaching for his goal of being the best close combat specialist in the world. “Is it worth it? Wouldn’t you rather have a childhood instead of a regimen?” She could never speak like this with Zell, her worry only made him fret that he was doing something wrong. When the truth was that nothing he did could ever have disappointed her.
The questions were answered in stride as Seifer had never had a conversation like this. Other than Kadowaki when he was younger and didn’t have a hard-ass reputation, he never had a mother figure care about what he had to say. “Well, I didn’t really have a choice being that I’m an orphan. But Garden is the best thing that could have happened to me. I wouldn’t have met my closest friends if not for my circumstances, wouldn’t be as strong or educated if my life were different.” He had a shorter life expectancy, sure. But he didn’t care as long as he burned as brightly as he could while alive.
A slow sip from her tea gave her time to phrase her next question. “Is Zell one of these friends?” She said it calmly and waited for the answer as steam wafted past her face towards the ceiling. She honestly didn’t know of a single of her son’s friends. Didn’t know if he had true friends, as he always managed to keep a thin wall to hide what he viewed as faults. It was sad for a friendly soul to stop himself from trusting himself and others.
Mouth open in silence for a moment, Seifer closed it and restarted his sentence. “…yeah. That’s why I’m here. We’re going on a trip…” Talking with Zell’s Ma had calmed the fury in Seifer, but hadn’t dissipated it. He would still fuck Zell if it came to that, would still make him yell and groan loud enough to be heard, still leave him drenched in cum and sweat to be found by his Ma.
However, he would no longer kiss her with a cum-smeared mouth, would no longer call her son a faggot to her face and would instead leave without saying a word. She loved Zell, and he was a fool for thinking that she would have cared for him any less. They both were.
A small deviation in his plan.
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Their conversation remained easy-going as he helped her clean up a bit and funny when she mothered him with a wet napkin to wipe the dust off his face. As each hour passed he felt less like hurting Zell, but it remained as a smoldering fire that could reignite easily.
She had poured her love into making eggs for Zell, the reason she was up so early as she waited for him to show. As time passed and the meal grew cold, Seifer offered her solace as she kept looking out the window in expectation. He told her that he knew that Zell could be selfish without realizing it, could hurt people with simply being unaware that what he didn’t do could be as bad as what he did.
She smiled, mussed his hair and asked how did he know that, how did he become such a Zell expert, huh? He coughed, cleared his throat and spoke simply as he had almost blown his cover. “Uh, well. Sparring and…team missions. It’s something I picked up after being around him for a bit.”
“Well, as a reward for putting up with my oblivious son, you can have his breakfast.” She reheated it and complained that it lost a little something when not eaten fresh from the frying pan. Seifer had no idea how awesomely deliciously that would be, because her eggs were excruciatingly good nonetheless.
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As the sun shone brightly, not yet midday, Seifer understood why the Chickie’s mother fussed over him so much, worried about him. He was beginning to think that Zell would never show up, that maybe he had an accident or was attacked on the way or even sprained his ankle.
He had asked her to show him Zell’s room in order to grab some things as the train they were going to leave in was hours away. “Didn’t my boy tell you? He hates to have anyone in his room. His little fortress of solitude, kept neat with everything in its place.”
“Yeah, he is a bit of neat freak.” Seifer glanced at the wall clock then back out on the now busy street, hoping to see a bob of golden hair headed this way.
Ma took note of his troubled face and smiled warmly as she had found a kindred soul. “Go on up. It’s straight up the stairs. If he doesn’t like it, well tough cookies.” She slapped at his back as he left and returned to her vigil.
It took all of ten minutes to find everything he needed. Seven pairs of underwear, three pairs of socks, three shirts, two pants. For seven days, they wouldn’t need that many clothes, could always re-wear a shirt or pants or pay a little money at a local laundry if they had too. He had all the toiletries they would need in his bag: soap, deodorant, toothbrushes, toothpaste and mouthwash. The hotels always had shampoos and conditioners and if they didn’t spend a night at one, then they wouldn’t be getting a shower anyway, so it didn’t matter.
No hair gel, unless Zell managed to sneak it past Seifer. Raking his fingers through the unstiffened locks was part of the Plan A and if he had to wash the Chickie’s hair each time, that would take away time that he had very little of.
He walked around the room and noted the framed pictures, especially the one on the wall. Seifer felt as though some spirit was glaring at him through it. A crotchety old man that needed to mind his business. But that was silly. He lifted the rifle and looked down its sight, admiring the polished wood and well-oiled metal. On the table underneath laid a box of shells, eerily open when compared to everything else in the room, closed and sealed away. He picked one up and twisted it in his fingers, the cool copper shell heating up.
Lightheadedness filled his mind as he slipped the shell into the rifle’s chamber and cocked it; his hands handling the weapon expertly even if the only gun he had wielded had a blade for a muzzle. The barrel settled against his thigh as Seifer slowly aimed at his foot about to pull the trigger when Ma shouted for help. Seifer shook his head clear and placed the still loaded rifle on the wall and ran out to find she only wanted something atop the shelves and out of her reach.
His mind had quickly forgotten about the ghostly possession that didn’t like him one bit. The bullet meant to cripple him awaiting some eager soul to pull the trigger.
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Miracles of miracles, Zell had shown up and would never realize that his mother had waited for seven hours just in case he decided to come home early. His shouting was typical and reminded Seifer of what he disliked about the shorter blonde. He could tell that Zell hadn’t added up the fact that if the eggs got cold and Seifer had ample time to eat them that meant that she had made it hours ago.
He didn’t even ask her how she was, didn’t spout a single ‘love you’, just barged in, criticized her unknowingly and made it all about him. That’s why Seifer couldn’t help but mock him and make obscene gestures that were normally beneath him.
When he saw Zell’s red anger rise over his face, he grabbed the Chick by the neck to stir him away before he upset her anymore with one of his violent outbursts. When he leaned in close to whisper into Zell’s ear to calm the fuck down, his lust suddenly burst out. The flood of his plan washing away his kinship with Mrs. Dincht and filling his head with bodily promises.
It was exponential, every step up the stairs increasing his need as he forgot the most essential part of making the week happen. He had forgotten to offer Zell one last chance to go along with him, one last chance to prevent his Ma from finding out which team he caught for.
Instead he clicked the door shut and let loose his first pent up need and facefucked Zell without any preamble or consideration. He should have worried about teeth, but no bites came, not even a scrape. He tugged the belt loose and squeezed the smaller dick as the wuss choked. There was no fighting back, not even a balled fist smacking his thigh. Little fucker was a real fuckin’ masochist.
When he reached for the lube, slow enough to make sure Zell saw it, he felt the wave of what could only be desire. He should have done this from the start, shouldn’t have gone soft, shouldn’t have spent that night massaging and licking sleeping skin and should have just fucked him awake.
When he saw the blue eyes flutter upwards as air was running short, he pulled his cock out. Little Dincht wasn’t going to get out of this that easily. He hooked the pants and underwear into a bundle and pulled them savagely off. No complaints, really, just begging to not make a mess, either out of some compulsion to stay clean, or to keep his Ma from finding out. It was this second part that made Seifer look for the boxers and slip them back. He had every intention of leaving Zell as a dirty little cumslut that he was.
He tried to press in deeply and cursed the magical potions that preventing him from just shoving his cock in. After several tries, he no longer cared about preparation and lined Zell up and bit him. A real bite, more teeth than suction. He slipped his cock into cotton boxers and found it to be a tight fit as the fabric grazed his skin roughly. The embrace that followed when he sat him up was the closest that Zell had given as affection, the head nuzzling into his neck fiercely.
Seifer grimaced as he had confirmed that this really is what it takes to get Zell to reciprocate, to get Zell to consent. He had to be forced; with Seifer at least, it would never be willing, it would never be consensual. The kinder he got, the less Zell desired him and that was why it was harder and harder to seduce him. He had to play the bad guy if he wanted to play at all.
Weirdly, he lost his conviction at the revelation. A cool wash of unemotional darkness creeped in and smothered the uncontrollable torrent that had wanted Zell hurt and broken. He tried several times to adjust his cock and pressed Zell down lightly to see if there was anyway he could fuck him without tearing him apart and found none. It angered Seifer that it had come down to this. “You like it rough, you little bitch. I treat you nice and I can’t even touch you like I want.” All of the pleasure in the world didn’t matter unless Seifer shoved it down his throat and forced him to accept it.
When the cockslut shook his head, Seifer felt a well of frustration. After everything, now was not the time for Zell and his little defiance games. “What’s that? You disagree?” He gripped hard and pressed downwards, sure that Zell gripped him tightly because this is what he wanted. To have violent sex that felt like rape because he hated himself for being gay, his closeted ways more deeply rooted in self-hatred than appearances.
But Zell fought this too and locked his knees. Seifer thought that maybe Zell wanted to be beaten and forced into more submission before getting pounded up the ass. After nearly killing Zell, his pained screams as his skin moldered in nasty burns, Seifer wasn’t up to it. Holding him down, restraining his movements, that was one thing, but landing hard blows? “Do you want me to fuck you?” He couldn’t keep that hard façade, couldn’t keep his unease from wavering his words. It was better than asking if he wanted Seifer to beat him.
He felt moisture splash against his pec just below Zell’s head and thought that the little bitch was slobbering as he quivered in barely repressed desire, arms squeezing tightly as Seifer felt warmth he wanted for all this time, yet never like this. Resigned to play his part, no longer a vengeance plot to out Zell and rather the best he could hope to get, Seifer snarled with venom. “Answer me.” as he wrapped his fingers in the sweat sodden hair and snapped the head back.
It wasn’t saliva that coated his chest in wetness, it was tears and Seifer realized that he was doing everything wrong. “Not like this. I said, not like this.” He finally understood what Lou had meant, about how Zell ached. He hoped he hadn’t pushed hard enough to break the frail moment he had almost overlooked.
He wanted to take it all back, the harsh facefucking he didn’t really enjoy, the insensitive fingers that tried to hard to get inside, the bite that left Zell with a bloody mark that stained his shirt. “Okay, it’s okay. We don’t have to fuck.” He kissed the tear-streaked face as Zell sniffed and looked away as embarrassed blushing reddened his face more.
“Tell me what you want. Tell me that you want. Tell me everything.” He pressed his fingers against the scalp and moved them in circular motions trying to ease the strain of nerves.
Zell closed his eyes and moved his head side to side, pressing into each hand. He licked his lips and ducked his head. “Fuck me, suck me, make me feel good. Touch me all over, I want to feel everything with…” Seifer didn’t hear the rest, the blood rushing in his head blotted out everything. It was fucking perfect. Oh, shit. He didn’t want to cum because of some words.
He started to pump his erection against the cleft of Zell’s ass, the fabric scrapping annoyingly and bringing him back down. Then Zell moaned sexily and covered his mouth. Seifer was caught between stopping because he really didn’t want to go through with any of his original plan and rocking Zell on his cock because it aroused him that much. “That’s right, keep quiet.”
A compromise, then. Seifer bounced Zell as the fabric chaffed him, but the heated gasps were fuel enough to keep him hard. At the first squeak of the bed, Seifer was too far lost in Zell’s pleasure to stop and stood up as Zell’s weight bent his dick back a little too suddenly, pinching his sensitive flesh between the starchy fabric no longer moist with excess lube. He didn’t care, but was a bit more careful, angling Zell’s ass away from the wall so his cock wouldn’t bang on the hard surface.
Then a short soft lick crossed his neck, a lick he hadn’t initiated or demanded, a lick that came freely from someone else. Physically, it wasn’t a big deal. He had stimulated himself more while in the shower. But mentally, the type of satisfaction Seifer received from concepts and ideas, it was the best thing that Zell could have done. Well, second best, but Seifer wasn’t going to force that issue. He sucked Zell’s ear, another erogenous zone in the massive line-up that was his short body and flicked it slowly. “Keep doing that…” a slower lap followed “…fuck.”
Seifer couldn’t help but bounce Zell harder as he felt sore spots spread across his cock. His prize, his Chickie, the person he was mentally renaming as ‘mine’ was trying his hardest to lick and suck on his neck. It didn’t matter if two times out of three he missed or banged his teeth against Seifer’s chain, he was trying to pleasure Seifer on his own accord and that was intoxicating.
Then strong finger in a fingerless-glove dragged themselves through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck. “Fuckin’ fuck.” It was too hard to be sensual and reminded Seifer of the athletic massages for cramps and sprains from a gym class ages ago. But it was too much and his aching cock pressed itself into Zell and orgasmed hard over his taint. It felt like the biggest load of his life as jets of cum kept bursting out.
Feeling weak all over, he untangled Zell from his hips and held him up till he was sure that Zell could stand. He sure as hell wasn’t going to stay upright for much longer, and kneeled down before he toppled over. He could smell his cum, its odor strong and coating Zell under the boxers. He pushed those down and considered sucking the fabric, but that might freak Zell out so he didn’t. Instead admired his pearly seed drip a little off of tightly scrunched up balls.
He finally beat Zell to the finish line and it was about time. Fuck competing, he knew he could outlast the quick shooter any day of the week. There was no need to keep proving that anymore. He leaned forward and licked, the angle a bit off as he had to strain his neck back. Once clean enough, Seifer held his seed in his mouth and slithered it over Zell’s hot dick, coating the entire rod before sucking it down his throat. As the cock swelled and humped his face he pulled back and let the jets of cum land on his tongue. He enjoyed playing with semen, the taste and texture, the way it slithered down his throat and glistened on sweaty skin. He couldn’t pull of slipping it in other people’s mouths. Squall wouldn’t even swallow when he gave a bj and found Seifer’s games to be disgusting, but Zell was sucking on his cock, licking it clean. It wouldn’t even be the first time that Seifer had fed him spunk, though that time was as a punishment for denying him a kiss.
This time the Chickie licked his lips and swallowed easily. Fuckin’ perfect.
Seifer lost himself in the possibilities and leaned down to meet lips with lips and enjoy the afterglow of mutual orgasm when salty leather snapped his mouth away. “No strings and no kissing. Just hot, impersonal sex, got it? For one week.”
Of course, it had to be too good to be true. Nothing was ever that perfect.
A/N: RWAR Seifer muse needs to realize that chapters can be short. But noooo. He wants development as well as sex.
Yes, this whole thing is just part one. Of a three parter.
Chapter 6: Decisions part 2; Chapter 7: Misconceptions part 2