Warning: Lemon ahead! You can't make lemonade with it, but if you like yaoi and Seifer/Squall action, then it'll be a sweet treat. It's sexually graphic and intended for mature audiences only. I'm old enough to be writing it, so please be sure you're old enough to be reading it. !This is the last chapter/part!

Somatic Memory

Part 4

Squall shivered compulsively with each massaging touch. Mouth open to breath while beneath gushing water, his mind shut down as his senses overloaded. If not for the steadying arm hooked around his waist, he'd likely collapsed to the bottom of the shower with unstable legs.

Chuckling darkly, Seifer continued to run his fingers through sopping chestnut hair, rinsing the last vestiges of shampoo out. Rocking against the commander from behind, his arousal rubbing the boy's lower back, he wrought an indecisive simper from parted lips. Somehow the noise was both begging him to stop and begging him to do more.

"I'm just washing your hair," the ex-knight spoke huskily against a flattened ear.

Squall glared halfheartedly at the tiled wall of the shower. Seifer was hardly just washing his hair. He couldn't put two coherent thoughts together under such conditions.

"I'm being a good boy, kitten," Seifer murmured, his lustful tone hardly trustworthy. "I promised not to fuck you again without permission."

"And you won't get it," Squall managed to say, water streaming down his face. Closing his eyes against the spray, he was forced to have every other sense heightened. The air was moist and heavy, the clean scent of soap assaulting in a pleasant way. His previous issue with the water never being hot enough was long gone as he felt he'd pass out if his body's temperature kept rising. The feel of strong hands touching him everywhere without discrimination or modesty sent him reeling.

Seifer grinned, confident that brunet's strong will was just a cold front. The icy commander would never submit easily, especially to him. There wouldn't be much fun in it if that were the case. "It feels good," he commented. Dipping his head, he suckled on the kitten's pale neck. Both his arms wrapped around the lithe frame in front, one hand deviously brushing low along toned abs while another ran over a hardened nipple.

Squall shuddered violently. It did feel good. Like the night before, everything felt arousing. As the ex-knight's erection continued to rub against him, his body remembered being split by the thick length. The pain he'd felt lingered even then, his lower back sore from the rough and unforgiving intrusion. In some masochistic way, he wanted the sharpness of that pain again. He wanted to be split brutally, to be filled and pleasured by his rival.

As Seifer ghosted a hand low enough to brush over the tip of Leonhart's stiffly standing manhood, he did so with vindictive intent. "Is this from washing your hair?" he questioned innocently. "I haven't even scrubbed the rest of you clean."

"I can wash myself," the commander hissed with seething anger, hating how his apparent arousal contradicted everything he said.

"I came inside of you last night," Seifer said, ignoring the brunet's comment. He waited just long enough for his words to settle in, the boy's body obviously recalling the instance when he'd ejaculated while buried deeply inside that beautiful body. Judging by the subtle fluttering of long lashes, he'd say it was a pleasant memory. "I take full responsibility," he assured.

Making a small sound of protest, Squall expressed his feelings on the matter. He didn't want the blond to clean him in such a way. "I can do it," he stated flatly, dreading an outcome that involved Seifer's fingers inside of him.

"Can you?" Seifer questioned, grinding against the body he held close, purposely angling it so his cock slid along the cleft of the brunet's ass. "I think it'd be best if I did it."

"No," Squall objected.

Tweaking dusky nipples, Seifer rolled the sensitive nubs until the commander arched back and moaned. Abruptly, he released his hold and spun Leonhart around to face him. Roughly pulling the boy flush against his body, he took a moment to assess how far he intended to take things.

Running a hand down a pale back, Seifer followed the trail of water until his hand found the base of the cowering tail, pressed close and curling under. Massaging the base of it, he tugged a few times before it loosened and seemed to give permission to touch more by admitting him access to Leonhart's tight little anus. Grinning broadly, the blond hummed a deep note of encouragement. Continuing to escalate his actions and steadily lose sight of all boundaries, his hand settled on the boy's ass. Kneading soft flesh, he spread shapely cheeks while casually brushing over that puckered entrance. "You don't want this?" he questioned with intrigue, a single finger nudging in.

Letting his head drop against a broad shoulder, Squall battled with his physical desires. "No," he lied, truly wanting nothing more than for the arrogant and imposing ex-knight to fuck him again. He'd never experienced anything remotely close to what he had the night before, and his initial fear upon waking up was that it had been a dream.

"Liar," Seifer accused, harshly driving a finger inside his rival's beautiful body to validate the accusation. Wringing a clear note of pleasure from the commander, he pumped the digit in and out of gripping heat, wondering why it still felt so tight after the number he'd done the night before. Adding a second finger, he mercilessly stroked and applied pressure in just the right place.

Head thrown back in ecstasy, Squall's leg involuntarily rose to wrap around the blond for any purchasing hold, wantonly begging the man for more. Held securely in place, he shut his eyes in shame as he began to rock back against intruding fingers.

"We could be like this," Seifer murmured against a slightly raised ear. "You and me, and it'll always be like this."

The ex-knight was fully aware of the repercussions his actions were more than likely to bring. The moment Leonhart was out of arms reach, he had no hold over the boy's body. Expulsion was just one of many consequences he surely faced, but even if he didn't get another fuck out of it, the previous night had been worth it.

Squall was already about to come, his stiffened length rubbing against Seifer while mind -numbing pleasure spiked from within. Wanting to ask for more, he held on with straining control to not give in.

Knowing Leonhart was close, Seifer favored the boy without attempting to gratify himself. Adding two more fingers in a single thrust, knowing it wasn't the most gentle of moves, he plunged in and out of that tight entrance. The exulting cry was enough to satisfy him, even if his throbbing cock was asking for something in the form of gripping heat and rough friction.

Sent over the edge, Squall frantically held onto Seifer. His arms twined around the older boy's neck, his nails digging into tanned flesh. He tried to press closer to the man in front while simultaneously thrusting back onto the greatest source of pleasure. Even through waves of ecstasy, sharp pain seared at his backside. As he slowly came down, muscles taught and threatening to spasm if he continued to remain so awkwardly posed, the blond removed intruding fingers. To his disgrace, he whimpered at the loss, his voice hardly muffled even while his head was buried in the crook of the larger man's neck.

"Was it good?" Seifer questioned softly. Having zoned out for a moment, registering nothing but the cries of his partner, he was almost surprised when the sound of rushing water filtered back in.

Panting, Squall stood on two legs once more, knowing he'd fall if it weren't for the continued support of the blond. Resting a moment, he chose not to unlink his arms or lift his head. Even when the ex-knight began petting his hair, he clung as though incapable of doing otherwise.

Seifer closed his eyes, relishing the feel of the other's body pressed close. It wasn't his raging hard on that wanted it, but something less carnal inside of him that was hopelessly addicted to such unwarranted affection. He'd never done a damn thing in his life that deserved a kind smile or gentle touch. After three weeks of basking in such treatment, he'd go through hell to get it back.

"This isn't what I want," Squall mumbled, lips brushing damp skin as he spoke.

"No, but it's what I want," Seifer replied. Suddenly filled with desperation to hang on, he whispered solemnly, "Outside, nothing has to change. I'll be a low ranking SeeD and you'll be my commander. But in here, you can be as hedonistic as you want, and I'll give it all to you."

Enticed by the offer, Squall very nearly nodded in acceptance. However, his logical self knew of too many conflicting facts. "You're not gay," he spoke quietly, refusing to believe the ex-knight could possibly remain at his side in such an undeniably homosexual relationship.

Laughing, Seifer reached up and drew one of Leonhart's arms away. Slowly, he directed the boy's hand downward. As he set delicate fingers to touch his arousal, he sighed over the added benefit making his point came with. "Kitten, my disgust for other men has nothing to do with this."

Eyes closed, Squall swallowed thickly, fingers lingering on the foreign feel of another man's penis. Swaying on a scarcely visible boundary, he debated the evils of his actions while ghosting his fingertips along the length. Though his reactions to the ex-knight's touch were not under his control, anything he instigated himself was entirely intentional on his part. So, when he cupped Seifer's swollen manhood, it was the first offensive move he'd done.

"This?" Squall whispered breathily into the blond's ear, hand shifting to wrap around the thick base.

Groaning outright, Seifer managed to answer, "Exactly."

"I'm a man," Squall reminded, in case his nude body happened to resemble some flat-chested, butch woman the blond had become enamored with in the past.

"You're special," Seifer informed, hips rocking into the brunet's hand instinctively. Breathe hitching, he encouraged, "Keep it up."

Biting his lip, Squall lifted his head from its perch on a broad shoulder. Gazing up into lustful green eyes, he gave a firm stroke to the thick cock. Leaning back slightly, still anchoring himself to the ex-knight for support, grey-blue eyes glanced down to watch.

Squall had seen Seifer's erect penis, but never stopped to stare at it. He wasn't quite sure he believed that the whole thing had fit inside him.

Mouth agape, Seifer panted as Leonhart continued to jerk him off. Never so proud of his manhood as when his rival seemed incapable of looking away, he stared avidly at the commander's face. A pink tongue darted out to lick plush lips every so often, as though the boy were hungry. It was just a cruel joke that pointed teeth prevented oral stimulation from taking place right then, because he believed it would only take a little bit of convincing to get Leonhart down there to suck him off.

Squall eyed the angry red tip of the pulsing organ, pearly threads of precum weeping from the slit. As mortifying as it would be to admit to another living soul, he did not deny himself the guilty pleasure of secretly wondering what it tasted like.

The sudden knocking on the bathroom door was as unexpected as it was startling.

"Squall?" Zell's voice filtered in. "Hey man, you in there?"

Stirring from his hazy state of carnal lust, Squall reared back and would have fallen if not for the quick hold of Seifer's arms. Pulled flush against the ex-knight once more, he shivered as warm breath blew against one of his ears.

"Shh," Seifer intoned for silence. "I'm not here," he directed.

Shivering violently at this, it took every ounce of will power for Squall to speak up in a semi normal voice. "What is it?" he managed to call out without faltering.

"Selphie's ready to try and change you back all the way man," Zell announced excitedly. "We'll be in the same place as last time. Take your time man, no rush."

Seifer's hold on the commander tightened without conscious thought. He didn't want to let go.

Squall was suddenly overwhelmed with fearful reluctance to go. Angered by this, he pushed away from the blond, gritting his teeth as his full weight was placed on his legs and his back protested standing straight. "This ends here," he muttered.

Refusing to take rejection, Seifer grabbed the commander's wrist before the boy moved out of reach completely. Staring intensely into bright stormy blue eyes, he shook his head. Yanking the lithe frame back into his hold roughly, he mercilessly attacked plush lips, plundering the other's mouth without restraint.

Becoming a simpering mess in the ex-knight's hold, Squall slipped beneath the heady veil of lust once more. Gruff hands that fondled every inch of his body were sure to haunt him for the rest of his life, searing touches that he'd imagine he could still feel late at night.

Ending the open mouthed exchange with a final lap against slick lips, Seifer instructed, "Return alone, I'll be waiting."

---

"Don't look so nervous Squally," Selphie chimed, smiling brightly with every confidence she could finally fix the commander.

"Whatever," Squall muttered, rigidly sitting on the edge of a surgical table, gripping the cold metal ledge with white knuckles.

"You sure you're okay?" Irvine drawled with concern, approaching the fragile looking man slowly. It would take another few days of not being attacked for the simple act of walking closer before he could do so without caution. Raising a hand, he touched a pale forehead, brushing long bangs aside. "I think he feels a bit hot, doc," the gunman stated, eyes glancing over to Kadowaki as though merely noting the fact would make the fever go away.

Knocking the hand aside, Squall dropped his gaze to the floor, cheeks flushing scarlet as he continued to silently suffer in anxiety over what awaited him upon returning to his quarters.

"Pale as a sheet, but his cheeks are a bit red," Quistis commented.

"I'm fine," Squall bit out tersely, hardly about to explain why he was nervous or what he'd been up to earlier.

Dr. Kadowaki studied the commander for a long moment. "You had a bit of a limp when you came in here," she said, well aware the commander seemed to be acting a bit strange.

"Is not walking straight a crime?" the flustered brunet bit out defensively, entirely mortified before his friends at the moment, even though they couldn't possibly know the true reason for any of his behavior or walking ability.

"Let's just hurry this along," Quistis urged, waving Irvine back. Once the gunman was clear of the commander, she nodded to Selphie. "Go ahead," she instructed.

---

Squall rode the elevator in brooding silence. Cap riding low on his head, he disguised the triangular ears sprouting from his head. No matter how many times Selphie had tried, the ears remained. He half suspected her spell hadn't fixed them because she thought they were too cute to lose. Ironically enough, having inhuman body parts was no longer the most troubling issue he faced.

He dreaded returning to his apartment, but he knew he had to. Having assured everyone that he was in perfect health, it had taken the consumption of a hi-potion and checking of his vitals before Kadowaki gave him leave.

Finding that the walk back to his humble abode was far too short, Squall lingered hesitantly outside the doorway. He was angry, embarrassed, and frightened. Seifer had never intimidated him in all the years he'd known the ex-knight, but yesterday and at that very moment while he stood with a shaky hand reaching to open the door, he was scared.

His life had been turned upside down, and he knew without a doubt that it couldn't possibly work out as flawlessly as the blond had proposed in the shower. With their whole lives dedicated to hating each other, suddenly they were in bed together for no apparent reason.

Ignoring the fact that Seifer made him feel such strong desire and pleasure that he became ignorant of all conflicts, Squall knew that no matter how physically good it was, nothing could come of it. Seifer wasn't even gay, which made him wonder if the entire thing weren't some colossal joke.

He wanted to storm into his dorm room and willfully demand the blond leave and never touch him again, but he was having trouble breathing evenly. He doubted that he could stand defiantly under the intense gaze of jade green eyes.

Retracting his hand from the panel at the side of the door, Squall flexed his fingers before holding his shaking hand close and trying to steady it. He'd known for certain he was gay the first night Rinoa tried to take their relationship a step further. Her kisses did nothing for him, and it had become quite apparent that his lack of interest in any woman wasn't simply born of disliking social interactions altogether.

Sighing, Squall tried to figure the best solution to the mess Seifer had brought upon him. Even if he discharged the newly ranked SeeD, would his life be half as enjoyable without the bullying asshole in it? He had the sinking feeling that it wasn't just any man's touch that could make him feel so hungry and fulfilled at the same time.

Despite hating the lack of control he had over his body's reactions, the pleasure Seifer gave him was hardly lacking as compensation. There was also his recently discovered ability to even the playing board out by initiating his own fondling. Was it possible that Seifer held as little control as himself? It would certainly explain why someone who had immeasurable resolve to become SeeD had run headlong down a path that held expulsion.

Knowing he was making a detrimental mistake, Squall decided to figure out what to do next after meeting Seifer face to face. It wasn't just physical desire he was contending with anymore.

The door opened quietly, but seemed to close loudly, as though sealing his fate. Swallowing thickly, Squall composed himself and strode with as much stubborn resolve as he could muster.

"It's about time," the ex-knight's deep voice grumbled.

The lights were off, making the room dim despite the daylight hour. Squall easily spotted the blond sitting leisurely on the couch. Arms spread wide and posture slouched, it seemed as though Seifer had indeed been waiting the entire time.

Green eyes studied the commander's appearance. "I'm sad Tilmitt has continued to fail so miserably. I'd hoped those teeth of yours would be gone. It's been a while since I last had a blowjob."

Shivering, Squall removed his hat and informed, "She didn't fail. Everything's gone but these." The twitching ears spoke for themselves.

Grinning toothily, Seifer murmured, "I'm delighted to hear that."

Glaring icily, Squall berated himself for addressing the wrong issue.

Before the stubborn commander could kick him out, Seifer gestured for the boy to come closer. When his call wasn't heeded, he reached down and unzipped his pants. It had taken every bit of self-discipline to not jerk off after he'd been left unsatisfied in the shower. His cock was sore and throbbing, springing free of all confines the moment the zipper was undone. Gesturing for the brunet to come to him once more, he waited patiently.

Squall licked his lips, eyes transfixed on the angry red cock protruding from the front of Seifer's pants. The lighting was poor, but he could still see the darker color as blood flowed through pulsing veins and the glistening tip as pearly threads of precum leaked from the mushroomed head.

Seifer bit back a groan, his manhood visibly twitching under the hungry eyed look it was being given. If he'd know Leonhart had such a thirst for this sort of thing, he wouldn't have forbidden the kitten from tasting his semen. Hopefully that wouldn't become an issue like the shower had.

"What's the harm," the ex-knight purred, patience waning. If the boy kept him waiting too long, he'd march over there and force his cock down that pale throat.

Taking a single step forward, Squall felt his resistance shatter. What was the harm in feeling good?

"That's it," Seifer commented, struggling to stay seated.

Standing before the ex-knight, Squall gazed for a long moment into striking green eyes. Desire trouncing logic and reason, he submitted to the request. Kneeling slowly, he felt a wave of heat wash over him. Though a bit nervous, most of what he felt was lust.

"Don't be shy," Seifer chastised when the brunet simply stared at his member. Nudging the boy's chin up, he brought stormy blue eyes to meet his own from the new angle. He felt more powerful than Hyne right then, looking down with the knowledge that he'd brought Leonhart there without excessive force. Running his thumb over a pout bottom lip, he mentally checked himself to not become any more aroused than he already was. Before he let the boy go to it, he slipped a finger past pliant lips to feel along Leonhart's teeth, just in case the prideful brunet had some evil punishment in mind.

Squall gave a small smile, knowing exactly what Seifer was checking for. He couldn't say for certain that he wouldn't do something so painfully mean to get back at the man. "I can still bite," he pointed out when the ex-knight's hand was retracted.

Gaze narrowing, Seifer gestured to his scar. "I'd return the favor to even the score," he informed in warning.

Rolling his eyes, Squall dismissed the matter, having no intention of biting Seifer's penis on purpose. Placing his hands on the ex-knight's knees, he inched closer. Not entirely confident he knew what he was doing, he resolved to do what felt natural.

Lowering his head, Squall glanced up furtively, spying the look of anticipation on the blond's face. With disbelief over what he was about to do, he continued anyway. Wrapping one hand around the shaft, heat stirring in his loins, he leaned down and brought his lips to the very tip.

Shuddering pleasantly, Squall opened his mouth and took his first taste of another man's cock. Licking the slit, bitter fluid seemed to both repulse him and draw him in for more. With ambivalence, he concluded it was an acquired taste. He'd hated coffee for years, but couldn't start a morning without it now.

Laving the mushroomed head, Squall gently sucked on it in his first mouthful. The resulting groan that came from the ex-knight was all the encouragement he needed to take in a little more. Assuming it was generally like sucking on a straw, just a hell of a lot more to fill his mouth, he sucked as best he could manage when his jaw was in such an uncomfortable position.

Easing off, Squall swallowed the precum that had continued to leak into his mouth. The heavy scent of arousal and bitter tang on his tongue was giving him an erection. Lapping at escaping juices, he attempted to produce more by pumping his hand on the shaft.

"I'm close," Seifer grunted in warning, ready to come just from watching the slurping display he was presented with.

Nodding absently, not really heeding the warning, Squall took the length in his mouth again. Taking a shot at deep throating, he failed miserably. He pulled off before he wound up accidentally biting something in his gagging need to be rid of what went too far down his throat.

Seifer would have laughed, had he not felt endeared by the attempt. Reaching out, he ran a hand through chestnut hair, coaxing a slightly embarrassed commander to look up at him. "It's your first time," he observed. "With enough practice, you can fit the whole thing in your mouth. For now, just satisfy me."

Nodding despite himself, Squall let the ex-knight's words comfort him, hating how condescending and assuming they really were. Allowing Seifer to gently direct him back down, his hair still in the man's grip, he took a decent amount of the erection his mouth and sucked. As bitter fluid came, he swallowed it, his tongue swirling about the pulsing length and memorizing the contours.

"I'm coming," Seifer announced, hand tightening in silky hair. It took everything he had not to hold the boy's head in place while thrusting into wet heat.

Squall pumping his hand at the base of the erection as though he were simply jerking the blond off. His mouth filled with hot release, copious amounts of bitter fluid overwhelming him. Though his instinct was to pull away and spit it out, he stayed in place and let it flow down his throat when there was no place else for it to go.

Eventually pulling off, he sputtered for air, losing much of what hadn't been swallowed as it trailed over his lips and made a mess down his chin. Threads of pearly white essence continued to shoot from the jerking organ. He hadn't expected the act of sucking someone off to be clean, but he'd thought he'd have more control over it.

Tongue lapping at escaping cum, Squall sought to claim as much as he could. He didn't have time to feel ashamed for enjoying it.

Seifer rest his head back, gasping as he rode his orgasm out. "Fuck," he breathed out. The continued feel of a wet tongue licking his jerking organ caused him to continue shuddering while his cock kept spurting. It was as if his dick knew why the kitten was still licking away, and just pushing it all out to make sure that tongue never stopped.

When the ex-knight's length softened, Squall finished consuming whatever had escaped. Short of breath, tongue tired, he sat back on his haunches and gazed up. Half expecting that the joke was finally over, the objective being to humiliate him for being gay, he was surprised at the solemn look in green eyes.

Staring down through partly closed lids, Seifer asked, "What'll it take to make you keep seeing me?" As fun as it was to wear down that stubborn pride, he needed some level of acceptance. Straightening up a bit, he tucked himself away. While it hadn't been the most skillful or prolonged blowjob he'd ever had, it was ranked number one. "Come here," he urged, arms open and inviting.

Slowly rising, Squall didn't think twice before taking the offered hand. Pulled into the man's lap, he squirmed around until his legs rested on the couch. It was perhaps more surreal to be held in such a manner than to have sex with the man.

"You need more than sex?" Seifer questioned, hapless in his need to be with his rival. "I can't make promises, but I can try." Hands petting soft hair, scratching furry ears, he coaxed the commander to relax in his hold.

Squall wallowed in the embrace for a bit, enjoying the feel of strong arms and deft fingers raking through his hair. "I don't know what I want," he admitted quietly.

"The body is generally the more truthful form of what's inside," Seifer said, trailing a hand down to brush along the front of Leonhart's arousal. "Let me fuck you again," he whispered huskily, desire for the kitten hardly abated even after he'd just come.

Shivering, Squall cursed the excited anticipation the coursed through him. He wanted to be angry, but he'd suspected the moment he returned to his dorm alone that he'd wind up in bed with Seifer again. He couldn't shove all the blame on the ex-knight.

"I hate you," the brunet declared, the anger in his tone born of self loathing.

Chuckling as though the words were a term of endearment, Seifer nuzzled soft hair. "Show me how much," he cooed. "Ride me for all your worth. You turn me on like nothing else kitten. We're in the same boat."

Gasping as the hand at his groin rubbed harder, Squall remained complacent as he was directed to lie down on the couch. With the blond hovering over him, he was quickly consumed in the act of battling the man's tongue as it invaded his mouth.

Arms free to push the domineering man away, Squall longed to do so, but only for the sake of his pride. Instead, he hugged the form atop himself and kissed the man back feverishly. The fire between them might just consume him and then it wouldn't matter if it were wrong.

Seifer groaned, experiencing a whole knew level of passion when Leonhart became assertive. Ravishing the boy was a heightened pleasure when he had to battle for it. When the brunet began sucking on his tongue, causing him to lose focus and fall susceptible to lust entirely, he pinned narrow shoulders down. Becoming more forceful, he delved deeper. As his tongue continued to twine in battle and meet with resistance, his need for domination grew unreasonable.

Pulling back abruptly, Seifer stared into dazed eyes. "Let me taste you," he demanded heatedly.

Panting for air, Squall wasn't entirely sure he understood what the blond wanted. "I am," he returned with an annoyed edge.

Not speaking further, Seifer dipped once more to capture pout lips. Riding the brunet's shirt up, he exposed a toned chest. Forcing further submission out of the boy, he tweaked a dusky nipple until that body arched up and a keening moan sounded. Swallowing any noise the commander made, he tasted the wet heat that had sucked him off earlier.

Slowly drowning in pleasure, Squall sank into the cushions. All strength seemed to leave his body. Left to the blond's mercy, he simpered at each groping touch and bucked into the hand rubbing his arousal.

Victorious, Seifer gave the poor, breathless kitten momentary reprieve. Breaking away, he focused on undressing Leonhart as quickly as possible. Tearing the boy's shirt off, he sat up and admired the body he'd helped to sculpt over the years. Egocentrically, he was proud of his work. Showing his appreciation, he slid his hands along the lithe torso, feeling every ridge and curve.

Hands settling on flaring hips, a curvature that was an illusion made by such a trim waistline, Seifer sobered as he stared into grey-blue eyes. "Do I have your permission?" he questioned seriously, fingers ghosting beneath the waistband of denim jeans.

Giving the ex-knight a withering glare, Squall expressed his dislike for the question. As if willingly falling into the man's arms weren't permission enough, now he had to voice the truth of his actions. "Yes," he muttered darkly.

Grinning broadly, Seifer leaned down to kiss the boy. "It'll be good Leonhart."

"Whatever it is, it had better stay between us," the brunet bit out tersely, unable to properly express the importance of absolute secrecy.

"Yes sir," Seifer said, giving a mock salute. "Though I can't promise not to undress you with my eyes every time I see you."

"I should dishonorably discharge you," Squall returned in annoyance.

Scoffing, Seifer undid the top button on of the commander's pants. "I may be guilty of molesting you the past few weeks and screwing you last night, but you're guilty of loving every second of it."

"I didn't," Squall protested.

"Then why'd you come back?" the blond countered, hand slipping inside the boy's pants.

Arching back, Squall found the answer was quite simple. "For this," he said, hands reaching up and pulling at the shirt Seifer wore. He'd always admired the man's body, though he'd been too repressed to ever look at it in a lustful manner.

Hair disheveled as his shirt was discarded, Seifer gazed down at the brunet. "Maybe we should move into the bedroom," he suggested, quite certain they'd need the extra room.

"Whatever," Squall said indifferently. It didn't matter if they didn't it on the couch or in a bed, he'd let Seifer fuck him up against a wall so long as it happened.

"I hate that word," the blond commented, peeling himself off the commander.

"…" Sitting up, Squall went about unlacing his boots, preferring to be undressed by the time they made it to the bed.

Smirking, Seifer stood, and worked on removing his own pants. He delighted in standing before Leonhart naked. His manhood rigid and growing hard once more, it drew that same hungry eyed gaze it first had in the shower. "You're something else kitten," he whispered, stepping closer with a look of expectancy.

Squall stared into green eyes. In naught but a pair of boxer briefs, he shifted uncomfortably, his own erection in need of attention. However, as the blond presented him with the glistening tip, he met it with his tongue.

Seifer rocked forward, careful not to force too much inside the boy's mouth at once. It didn't take very much before he was fully erect, but it took almost everything to pull out and not finish the deed.

Angling a look upwards, Squall gazed at the man, lips parted to take in each panting breath.

Running his thumb along a wet lip, Seifer swiped away what he assumed to be both saliva and semen. He groaned as his hand was taken into Leonhart hold, his thumb licked clean before he could wipe it off elsewhere.

"Get your ass in the bedroom," the ex-knight ordered.

It was in Squall's nature to be defiant, particularly against his former rival. "Or else what?" he bit out.

"Or else I carry you," the blond explained, twisting his wrist to reverse the grip Leonhart had. With one good yank, he launched the boy up and against his chest. "Either way, it ends with me doing you again."

Skipping ahead, having done his share of waiting that day, Seifer trailed a hand down beneath Leonhart's briefs and toyed with a puckered entrance. The lack of a tail was bizarrely new to him, but what lay further south was quite familiar. Nudging his finger in and out, he reminded the brunet why they were in agreement and why arguing only deprived them both of what they wanted most.

In a frenzy of needy kisses and groping hands that were too busy with copping feels to consider being gentle, the rivaling pair thrashed around on the bed. Sheets and blankets strewn about, pillows knocked asunder, the only gentle handling came from the mattress they were on.

Before he could fall entirely helpless with lust, Squall rolled their forms over once more. There was an acute rhythm needed to keep his wits about him. If he pleasured Seifer first, then he didn't lose control. It was as simple as that. It was kill or be killed, just like any battle.

Atop the larger man, Squall forced away the hand that continued to stretch his entrance. Having had enough of just fingers, he went straight for Seifer's cock. Easing back, blindly guiding the thick organ to his opening, he pushed back. Wincing before the mushroomed head was even fully inside, he was reminded of why he'd walked with a limp all morning. Straightening up, he lowered himself onto it stiff length, inch by painful inch.

Seifer threw his head back, suddenly finding fault in relenting control. Unable to contain his need any long, he gripped slim hips and thrust upwards into sinfully tight heat.

"Ahh!" Squall cried, pain flaring as he was filled beyond capacity. It was too much to handle, but there wasn't a single muscle in his body that would listen to his demand to pull off.

"Sorry," the blond grunted, sincerity lacking as he promptly used his hold on the commander's hips to lift the lithe body up and slam back in.

Grimacing at the agonizing brutality of it, Squall clawed at the ex-knight's chest. "Wait," he pleaded, needing to at least adjust to the intrusion. Seifer's penis was thick, very thick at the moment.

"Can't," the ex-knight hissed, eyes closed as he was driven by overwhelming need.

Squall cried out once more, collapsing altogether against the ex-knight's broad torso. "It hurts," he pleaded, only needing a minute or two to adjust.

Cursing, Seifer released his grip on Leonhart's hips. As his hand instinctively went for their hold again, he forced them to move elsewhere. Wrapping his arms around the boy, he rubbed up and down a smooth back, silently apologizing. "I'm waiting," he soothed, rubbing his cheek against a flattened ear.

Breathing a note of relief, Squall waited for several painstaking minutes. It was such an awkward instance, to lay against Seifer with the older boy inside of him. He shivered at the thought, muscles involuntarily clamping around the length.

Groaning, Seifer chastised, "Don't make it tighter." He would come just from that much.

Not exactly able to control it, Squall chose that moment to begin moving. Rolling his hips, he pushed more of the length inside and pulled off a bit, only to repeat.

"Fuck yes," Seifer hissed, releasing his hold on the boy.

Squall leaned up enough to gain some leverage. Slowly, he rocked back and forth in shallow motions. The sound of the slick cock as it pushed in and slid out of his lubed entrance let him hear what he couldn't see.

"Harder kitten," Seifer urged, needing to be buried as deeply as possible.

Shaking his head, it took Squall a moment to vocalize his response. "Not yet," he managed, gasping in an effort to keep the slow pace he had going. It was more work and pain that he thought it would be, certainly more than the night before. "It still hurts."

Seifer couldn't hold back any longer. Deciding to make apologies later, he roughly flipped their forms over. "You can take it," he said, dipping to kiss soft lips and swallow the boy's sound of protesting surprise.

All at once, Seifer gripped the back of bent knees and pushed parted legs up. Pulling out, he thrust in harshly. The resulting cry of pained pleasure was enough to sooth his conscience.

Squall didn't understand why it felt so good. It hurt, but laced with that pain was growing pleasure that ran through him with each thrust. Impaled without mercy, his agony became an indecipherable mix of painful ecstasy.

"So tight," Seifer grunted, not understanding why his orgasms came so quickly and heavily with Leonhart. There was certainly little technique involved, but perhaps the base rutting was perfect for sating his carnal need. "Are you close?" he asked, feeling his own end rushing nearer.

"Yes," Squall gasped. "Harder!"

Thrusting madly, Seifer set a frenzied pace. Buried to the hilt, then pulling out, he rammed back into the gripping depths of Leonhart's body. "Fucking Hyne," he said through clenched teeth, beyond grateful for whatever circumstances had lead up to that moment.

"Seifer!" Squall called, gripping the sheets so tightly his hands felt numb. He didn't give a damn about what was right. He didn't care that it was his subordinate and childhood rival, or that it had all started against his will. He didn't care that the ex-knight would likely only use him for sex, because at the moment that was all he needed. He didn't care about semantics, despite the gravity of the situation. He just didn't care about any of it any more.

Cast over the edge, Squall felt as though he were actually falling. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through him. Forgetting to breath, becoming deaf to his own cries and those of his partner, he felt nothing but numbing pleasure.

Tethered to Leonhart's line, Seifer followed the boy in climax. Buried so deep that he couldn't tell where his body ended and where Squall's began, he shook with the force behind his orgasm. Ejaculating, his jerking organ seemed incapable of stopping despite the impossibility of having that much semen after the amount released with his earlier blowjob.

Winding down, Squall couldn't catch his breath or sense of being. His disorientation was almost frightening if not for the comforting feel of the ex-knight atop him. Knowing he wasn't alone, he managed to settle back into reality.

Sighing, Seifer relented his iron grip on lean legs. Hips rocking slightly, he delighted in a final few jerks, remaining remnants of semen spurting inside of his rival. Beyond words, and even cursing, he lay motionless and panting.

At length, Seifer knew he needed to get off of the smaller man. His reluctance to do so was surprising even to him. "I don't wanna pull out," he admitted, longing to stay buried in the commander's tight ass for the rest of his life.

Making the decision easy for the ex-knight, Squall pushed the man aside and breathed freely without the weight on his chest. He knew how Seifer felt, suddenly feeling empty without the man's cock inside of him. Wincing, he sat up. Glancing down, his cheeks heated as he spied pearly white essence coating his inner thighs. He could feel the hot liquid leaking out, much preferring the fleeting feeling of the seed being shot into him than the aftermath of it seeping out.

"Sleep with me," Seifer requested, retrieving a fallen pillow and making himself comfortable.

"I just did," Squall scoffed, wiping his own release off his stomach with the end of a sheet.

Rolling his eyes, Seifer reached out and pulling the pale commander close. "It doesn't get better than this Leonhart, trust me."

"…" Not understanding, Squall gazed into green eyes with confusion in his own.

Smirking, Seifer kissed the boy. "Kitten," he began, scratching a pointed ear. "I've been around the block, and you're the best fuck I've ever had."

With a sore ass, Squall easily determined why that was the case.

"Admit it," the ex-knight cajoled. "You want me."

Glaring icily, Squall muttered, "You're delusional." Despite his cold words, he relaxed and settled his naked body against the ex-knight's.

Nipping at a furry ear in reprimand, Seifer decided there was only so much he could force Leonhart to admit in such a short period of time. "Kitten, I'll make you love me," he declared, not backing down even after his eyes widened with the realization of what his words might imply.

Squall didn't reply. His heart beat rapidly, but that had become a common occurrence around his rival since the night before. "Whatever," he finally mumbled in response.

--- THE END ---

Author's note: Yes, that is the end. As I said in the beginning, this was going to be a short piece. Whether or not Squall gets rid of those ears, you decide. It's really just one big PWP, written to make sure I don't rush things between Squall and Seifer in Defining Love. I can't thank everyone enough for all the reviews. While waiting for updates can be annoying, I have too many Seifer/Squall plot bunnies in my head to ever leave you guys hanging for too long.