Stealth
Chapter xli
By YuriNigasa
*standard I don't own FFVIII, Squaresoft, characters, etc. applies from now until whenever I decide I'm done*
Stealth
Chapter xli
By YuriNigasa
"You did what?" I couldn't believe it. First, he puts me to sleep with pills, then goes and calls Elle like she's going to be the cure-all to my problem.
"Don't do this. Don't." Seifer had backed up against the wall, arms folded defensively across his chest. "I figured you'd be pissed but what the hell else am I supposed to do? Watch you disintegrate before my eyes?" He was frowning, the line between his eyes bleeding into the scar I had given him. It made his scowl look all the more vicious.
I wasn't intentionally lashing out at him. Unfortunately, he just happened to be the nearest target. I guess our personalities have bled off on each other to the point where he's gotten a little less agitated and I've gotten a little more so. I wondered if ten years from now we'd be indistinguishable from each other except in body and voice. 'Ten years from now?' that little voice echoed inside my head. I was assuming an awful lot. Like he'd want to stay around ten years. I walked over to him and folded my arms on top of his, leaning close to him. I looked up at him, my voice unwilling to form those two little words I knew he needed to hear from me. His expression softened as he looked into my eyes and he moved one hand up to brush those strands that seemed forever in the way from my eyes. "I just worry, alright?" he said.
"I know. Just let me worry for both of us right now." I gazed at him, hoping that somehow he could read everything he needed to know from my eyes.
His arms were strong around me as he crushed me to his chest. I gave up all pretenses and just let myself meld into him. There was still that part of me, the part of me they had trained for years, which rebelled against this feeling of dependency. Weakness was vulnerability, and vulnerability could be exploited; exploitation of flaws... was fatal. Moreover, if what I believed was true, Seifer had already proven to be my liability against this creature that claimed to be Immamiel. I would do what it said, because to do otherwise would mean forfeit of Seifer's life, and I would rather lead a damned existence with him than a life without him.
"Squall," he whispered as his hands rubbed my back through the soft cotton of my shirt. "I won't lose you. I nearly did that once, and I don't care what it takes, it won't happen again."
How he could be so tender was amazing to me. Just to look at him, nobody would ever peg him as the type for such behavior. He was all muscle and arrogance, headstrong and reckless. Yet, here he stood with his arms around me whispering to me like I was a lost child he had to save. There was nothing in him that ever suggested he harbored feelings like this. It continually shocked and amazed me to be the recipient of such warmth and acceptance. Me, who as an abandoned child, stood in the rain for hours on end, only in the rain, the better to hide tears I had promised not to cry.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers stroking the back of his neck, feeling the muscles knotted and warped from stress. His hands, still around my back, worked their way up the back of my shirt and I could feel the warmth of his palms and the calluses that lined them across the delicate skin. I wanted him. I lifted my lips to his, gently teasing him with feather light touches against them. The sheer press of my body against his intoxicated me, a heady sensation that made me all at once both light and heavy, and eager for more. I heard him groan and he moved his mouth forward to possessively capture mine, making my pulse race. My nails raked the back of his skull, eliciting another feral noise from him as I felt his teeth bite down on my lower lip, pulling it outward before releasing it. Looking up at him through a haze of desire, I opened my mouth to allow him access. His tongue plundered my mouth, teasing, tasting, tempting. It was a war of seduction as our mouths moved against one another in a battle where surrender was as much a victory as winning.
Seifer forced his knee between my legs, spreading them so I fell into him, his leg moving between mine to stimulate my rapidly building erection. I thrust my hips against his thigh, and then I felt his hands against my ass, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he turned to pin me to the wall. I felt the solid heat of his arousal against mine as he ground into me, a predator I didn't want to escape.I tugged at his shirt as I kissed him fiercely, only breaking the kiss to toss the worthless fabric in some unknown corner of the room. I moved my hands against his chest, tweaking his nipples and making his breath hitch. Languidly, in sharp contrast to the way our bodies moved against one another, I ran my hands softly over his chest, shoulders, and back. I pulled back, my head against the wall, to stare intently at him. His cheeks appeared flushed, his lips swollen, and his eyes a deep green filled with naked desire. I leaned forward to suckle his earlobe, my breath hot in his ear.
"Do you know what you do to me?" I asked him, my voice thick with need. "Do you know what I want you to do to me?"
He groaned and looked down at me. This wasn't about love, or forgiveness, or desperation. This was about pure, unadulterated, desire. "I know what I'm going to do to you," he growled, nipping at my throat.
I unwrapped my legs from around him, sliding down until my feet found purchase and I stood, pressed solidly between Seifer and the wall. I quickly lifted my shirt over my head, dropping it beside me even as his hands worked to undo the button and zipper on my pants, shoving them down. I looked up at him, standing brazenly naked before him, taunting him to come and get me. I felt his hand reach down to wrap around my erection, the movement of his hand rough and fast as he jerked me off. I felt my knees buckle and I wrapped my hands behind his neck to hold myself up. I whimpered, lunging my hips forward, feeling the delicious friction of his rough palm against me. I vaguely recall hearing his pants hit the floor, but I was too absorbed in what he was doing to my body to care until I felt him release me and move his hands under me, lifting me up again. I clung to him desperately, feeling the length of his sex pressed against my ass.
His mouth ravaged every bit of my naked skin he could touch, arousing me with the reckless abandon of his actions. I felt his finger probing between my cheeks, felt his finger slipping in even as I let my weight shift, impaling myself on the solitary digit. Without preamble, he stretched me quickly, recklessly, as eager to be in me as I was eager to feel him in me.
"Seifer," I moaned as his fingers left me and I felt the head of his shaft pressing against my opening. "What are you going to do to me?" I taunted.
Words and actions were simultaneous. I gasped as his engorged sex impaled me, forcing me against the wall. "I'm going to fuck you," he snarled.
"Then quit talking about it and do it," I purred, releasing my grip from around his neck, forcing a gasp of surprise from him as I felt him slide in me to the hilt, feeling his balls pressing against my ass as he used his body weight to hold me to the wall. I wriggled against him, my erection pressing between us, undeniable proof of the desire he created in me. My movements elicited shivers from his body, delicious little echoes of exhilaration that ran through him and into me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling myself up against him. As if he had been waiting for some unknown cue, he began thrusting into me, each shove sending my back against the wall. Our mouths were hot against each other, his mouth wet and tasting of sweet lust to my fervently exploring tongue.
His hands splayed beside my arms, bracing against the wall. I moved one arm to wrap around his neck and trailed the other hand from his shoulder up to his hand, taking it in mine and moving it between us, wrapping his hand around my already weeping sex. I felt the pad of his thumb travel across the head of my shaft, slipping through the slick precum as he trailed his thumb in slow circles around the tip. As he plunged into me, it forced my hips up, sending my erection slipping through his hand. He grasped me tightly, encircling me. I reached my free hand down below his, my fingers tangling through the curls of hair to cup against my rapidly constricting balls. He gasped, and opened his eyes, looking down at me.
His voice choked with passion he said, "You don't know how much it turns me on when you do that."
I smiled up at him, meeting his eyes with a coy gaze, my lashes half lowered. "Maybe," I whispered, "I do."
Our movements became frenzied, animalistic. I whimpered every time I felt him withdraw, only to cry out as he forced his way back into me. He was sweating with the force of his exertion, his grunting timed with his thrusting. I was breathless, my arousal sweeping away every hope of cognizant thought. All I knew was that my universe began and ended with every wave of pleasure that coursed through my cells. I rolled my head back as Seifer's mouth suckled at the pulse in my neck, the tripwire that sent my orgasm exploding from my body and over our hands and chests. Wave after wave shook my body. I lifted my semen-coated fingers to his lips and he suckled at them greedily as I drew his lips closer to mine, our tongues entwining through my fingers and the taste of my seed on both his lips and mine. I drew my hand down across his chest, smearing cum across the hard muscles. He pounded into me, faster than before, until I felt him shove me roughly against the wall, my head making a dull thump as it hit the metal plating. I felt his seed pour into me and he released me only to thrust in again, another spurt of his liquid heat filling my body. Slowly his thrusting came to and end and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me away from the wall as I wrapped my arms around his neck. With my body still impaled on his softening cock, he carried me to the bed and we collapsed as one, my leg pinned beneath his body and my other leg sprawled over his hip.
I rolled us over and lay against his chest, my legs straddling his hips. His hands were gently stroking my hair, his lips pressed to my sweat-covered forehead. I felt that strange feeling of intimacy well up in my chest, despite the fact that our sex had been rough and nothing short of pure physical drive. I nuzzled his neck gently and whispered softly, "Seifer, I love you, never forget that. Never question it, no matter what happens."
His strong arms squeezed the air from my lungs, and I gasped when he released me. I didn't need to look up to know his eyes were hazed with tears. "I won't," he replied.
We fell asleep like that, blind and deaf to everything but each other.