A Final Fantasy VIII Shonen Ai Fanfic

Sixteen-year-old Seifer Almasy woke up in the infirmary again with Raijin snoring beside him in a chair. Fujin popped into his line of vision from her usual stance, leaning in the doorway with one foot against the frame, her arms crossed, her one lapis lazuli eye glinting from beneath her silver bangs. "AWAKE?" she asked.

Seifer tried to sit up and failed, grimacing at the pain in his abdomen. He could sense that he was heavily medicated. He nodded to her. "What the hell did I do to myself this time?" he inquired.

"REXAUR," Fujin answered him, shrugging. T-rexaurs were the most difficult beasts in the training center, seventeen-foot tall carnivorous reptiles closely related to dinosaurs. He suddenly remembered facing one, on his own, before his black out.

"Bit me in the gut, eh?" Fujin nodded curtly. "How’d I get out?"

She pointed to Raijin; his muscular ebony body shook in a loud snore. "CARRIED."

Seifer nodded, then frowned, puzzled. "But I never told you guys I was going! How did he know where I would be?"

Fujin raised the eyebrow over her black eye-patch, then shrugged. "SAID NOT."

Seifer sighed, trying to put his hands behind his head and then wincing again. "Him and his stinkin’ intuition. Sometimes I forget which one of you is the woman." Fujin growled and poked him in the stomach, causing him to snarl in pain. He looked around. "Where’s my gunblade?"

"KADOWOKI?" Fujin suggested. The school’s doctor usually confiscated weapons from her patients as soon as they came into her care.

Seifer shook his head. "Don’t think she’d dare. Remember what a tantrum I threw at her last time? Ripped out my stitches." Fujin blinked. "Maybe someone swiped it. Was it with me when you found me?" Fujin thought for a minute, and then shook her head to the negative. Seifer growled. "Damn it!" He slammed his fist against the mattress. "That was my favorite!" Then he smiled smugly. "Well, we’ll soon see who it was. The only people in the whole school who can work the damned things are me and Leonheart, and he has his own. The first idiot who walks in here with powder burns and a broken wrist is our thief."

Fujin grinned at him. "BRILLIANT."

He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "That’s why I’m the head of the Disciplinary Committee."

Liloh Daimonstarr sat at his work desk in his dormitory room, carving into the blade with his laser pen. The design was perfect and elegant. He copied it exactly from the sketch beside him on the drawing table, working with the rare materials it had taken him almost six months of scavenging and high stakes card playing to collect. He had already worked in a Dragon Fang, transferred energy from a few Star Fragments, and collected an entire bag full of Pulse Ammo for it to fire with. His tongue slipped slightly between his lips as he replaced the blade with sharpened Adamantine, his entire mind focused on making this look positively perfect before midnight tonight, when he would have to return it to its owner. Completing the remodeling with such precise instruments was incredibly difficult, but he couldn’t risk throwing off the blade’s balance. His artwork was a gift, a token of his affection. If he screwed up his beloved’s most prized possession… he would never be able to forgive himself. He paused as he finished smoothing the welding, putting down the laser pen and massaging his temples, then casting a glance at the stolen diary on his bed. He smiled to himself. "Just for you, my darling. You dreamed it, and it shall be done."

Liloh picked up the blade, examining it. It was heavy and rather large, he had no clue how its owner could use it so gracefully. As he tried to turn it over, his hand slipped and it sliced into his cheek, leaving a three-inch scar nearly a quarter of an inch across down his jaw-line. "Oh, FUCK!" he swore, dropping the blade with a crash to clutch at his face. He regained his calm quickly and locked the blade, the sketch, the laser pen, and the stolen diary in his trunk before hustling down to the infirmary, praying Mr. Almasy and his pals on the Disciplinary Committee wouldn’t see him.

Fujin stared appraisingly at the short, lithe, pretty brunet boy who came running into the infirmary. Liloh avoided meeting her eye and went straight to Dr. Kadowoki, clutching his hand to his cheek with blood streaming down from his fingers. He moved like a cat, she noted, and his steps were utterly silent. His black coat flapped behind him, revealing muscular legs and an almost feminine posture. She was intrigued. Fujin didn’t usually notice men’s features, but this guy’s slightly pale face seemed to have been sculpted lovingly by the same artist who had drawn the cherubs in the paintings in the library. His cheekbones were high, his lips full and pouty, and his black eyes shone faintly, perhaps with unshed tears, as the gash in his face was rather sizable. Then Seifer called to her, and she went to his side, deciding her leader was more important than some fool who had gotten himself slashed up.

Dr. Kadowoki stared at the cut in Liloh’s cheek. "Well, Mr. Daimonstarr, that is a pretty impressive little injury you have there. What the hell were you doing?" Her cute red-haired assistant wisely retrieved the painkillers, sterilizing equipment, needle, and stitching without having to be asked. "Thanks, Christi," the doctor murmured, pressing the alcohol soaked tissues against the freshly washed slice and making Liloh whimper. "Answer my question, Daimonstarr. I’m not stitching up some evidence, am I?"

"N-n-no, Doc. It h-h-happened in the Tr-tr-training Center. I gave up that k-k-klepto stuff after Mr. Raijin caught me, I s-s-swear it," he swallowed hard, blinking back tears. Gods, I hope she’s buying it this time, he thought. Dr. Kadowoki had been the only person Raijin had told about their little encounter two months before, when he had caught Liloh breaking in to an upstairs classroom to retrieve his forgotten homework. It wouldn’t have been such a memorable offense if Liloh hadn’t flawlessly opened the door without damaging it at all. That hinted at a prior knowledge of breaking and entering. Professional experience, even, since Balamb’s security was so tight, and Dr. Kadowoki had instantly been suspicious of Liloh. He was always the first person she questioned when something went missing.

"I should hope so. If it had been one of the other two, they would have reported you, and you would’ve been tossed out of Garden on your pretty little behind." She focused on his cheek for a moment, rubbing some numbing gel into his gum with a cotton swab. After a few seconds, she expertly slid a syringe into the sleeping tissue, knocking out the nerves in his cheek with Novocain. Liloh closed his eyes as she stitched him up. He realized that she had done the surgery with him awake for the sole purpose of frightening him half to death. She had been his doctor since he came to Garden ten years ago, she knew full well that he abhorred needles. She sighed loudly, letting him know she was finished.

"You’re gonna have a scar, I hope you realize. A rather clean one, unlike the one Almasy got across his hip this afternoon, but a scar none the less."

Liloh tried to suppress a grin, but couldn’t tell if he succeeded, as his face was numb. Scarred on the same day as Mr. Almasy, he thought serendipitously, managing not to look too pleased. He pressed his fingertips to his cheek gingerly, receiving a slap on his hand from the irritable doctor.

"I just fixed that, you nitwit! Don’t go playing with it and getting it infected! Christi, get me a bandage. This idiot is hell-bent on getting himself sick as well as cosmetically ruined."

At midnight, the infirmary was abandoned. A panel in the ceiling opened silently, and Liloh leapt down from it without making the slightest noise. He walked over to the moonlit bed where Seifer lie in a deep, drugged sleep. He slipped the gunblade down from the strap that held it to his back and leaned it against the wall, making sure it would be the first thing those steely eyes saw when he awoke. He gazed at Seifer, smiling slightly sideways, the bandage on his cheek only making him look even more like a lovesick cherub. He crept over beside the bed and stroked a warm, black-gloved finger over the chiseled jaw-line of his slumbering hero. He leaned down and kissed Seifer’s forehead airily, then whispered in his ear.

"I’m leaving tomorrow, Mr. Almasy. I’m getting too old to stay here, and I know I’ll never be a SeeD. I don’t really mind so much. I’m on my way to Galbadia, to help your dream come true. I hope you like what I’ve done with your weapon. I know how you always wanted it to be prettier, and how much you love fire. I worked really hard on it, Mr. Almasy. I tried not to throw off the balance of it, and I’m fairly sure I succeeded. Anyways…" Liloh smiled down at Seifer, his black eyes glowing.

"I’m sorry I stole your journal. I’m taking it with me when I leave tomorrow morning, to remind me of what I’m trying to do. I… I…" Liloh shook his head, his stutter coming back as he grew nervous. He’s asleep, you jerk! Liloh reminded himself. Just say it, get it out and then get back to your room, before someone catches you in here!

He shook his head hard, trying to clear it, then he whispered again, looking into Seifer’s closed eyes. "I love you, Seifer Almasy. I really, honestly do. I hope that I can do this for you. If I can, well… Well, I guess I’ll see you later."

Seifer held his gunblade against the Galbadian President’s throat. "Get back!" Instructor Quistis Trepe warned the guards, and then she shifted her aqua blue eyes to the live cameras in front of them. "Timber team! Get in here, now!" She glared at him and he smirked, then she turned back to the cameras. "Its all right! You have permission!"

Seifer laughed maniacally as he waited for his rival and the surfer-boy sidekick to arrive. This was turning out to be fun. He loved the almost horrified glint in Instructor Trepe’s eyes, the smell of the fat president’s fearful sweat as he kept the man’s neck pressed against the edge of his gunblade, the world’s one and only Vengeful Heart model. As expected, Squall Leonheart and his idiotic friend Zell Dincht came running in a few minutes later, trailed by the sickeningly cute exchange student from Trabia, Selphie Tilmitt.

It was going great for all of them; Seifer playing his role as the savior of the Timber Owls’ resistance movement, capturing the president so they could finally declare their independence. He got a kick out of Squall, Zell, and Selphie acting confused as Instructor Trepe shouted orders from just beyond the cameras’ vision lines. Until Zell, with his usual ineptitude, accidentally let it slip that both the would-be assassin Seifer and the rest of the gatecrashers all came from Garden. Seifer was tempted to drop the President, who was pulling away anyhow, and wring that chicken-wuss’s fool neck.

He followed the President into the green room, growling angrily. That dumb ass messed up my fucking plan! He moaned inwardly. Now I can’t help Rinoa’s people… He whirled around, sensing someone behind him. Whomever it was had slipped back into the shadows silently, and, before Seifer could investigate, Squall and the others rushed in to confront him, Instructor Trepe at the rear. Seifer blinked as they all froze in place, and he heard a beautiful voice behind him.

"Poor boy…"

From those words, everything was fuzzy for Seifer. He turned around to face the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, a pale, elfin creature, eons older than him, but still childlike in her immaculate beauty. She was stepping out of a glowing purple portal. There was a blur of shadows behind her as something ~ or, perhaps, someone ~ he couldn’t make out slipped into the portal a few seconds ahead of the President. Her words made him angry, but he couldn’t bring himself to resist her. She charmed him, and suddenly he understood. Her name was Sorceress Edea, and she had found him at last. She kept calling him "boy," and "child." It was irritating him, making him go on the defensive; but, as he understood it, she was testing him.

He walked through her glowing purple portal, making sure he went first, for her safety. At the end of the portal was a throne in a long hallway, the walls covered by flowing, gauzy white curtains. The Sorceress stepped in front of him, smiling indulgently. She took her seat in the red throne, then beckoned him closer. Seifer came within a pace of the chair, then grinned rakishly at her and fell to one knee, bowing his head.

"I, Seifer Almasy, do pledge my allegiance to the Sorceress. I will serve faithfully as her knight, until such time as I am killed in her defense."

The Sorceress looked into the shadows behind Seifer. "You were right, as usual. He’s quite charming, and rather strong as well."

Seifer was puzzled. He rose and turned around, but could see no one. "Who…?"

The Sorceress called out towards the shadows of the gauzy wall hangings. "Show yourself, my ninja. Reveal to the knight whom he can thank for the fulfillment of his childhood dream."

The soft noise of clapping filled the room, and Seifer blinked as a slight brunet stepped out of the curtains, dressed in clothes almost exactly like his own. The ankle length trenchcoat was black rather than white, and the shirt was ivory with a navy blue cross, the exact reverse of Seifer’s. The pants were black, the boots were white, the gloves were white, and a black ninja’s mask covered the lower half of a round, high-cheeked face, accentuating the glittering black eyes.

Liloh laughed softly as he stepped out of the shadows, applauding the shocked expression on Mr. Almasy’s face. He was exceedingly glad he had chosen to wear his dress costume today, as he knew he looked like Seifer’s evil counterpart. He bowed low to the two, then stood to his full height and took off his mask.

"Congratulations, Mr. Almasy. I have been looking forward to seeing you here for a long time. Nearly two years, in fact. Do you remember me at all?" Liloh raised his eyebrow, expecting a negative answer.

"Daimonstarr? I heard you were dead!" Seifer’s shock was evident.

Liloh blushed, then ran his hand through his hair, laughing nervously. The Sorceress cleared her throat, then stood. Seifer knelt instantly, and so Liloh followed suit.

"I see that you boys have some catching up to do. Enjoy your reunion, Ninja, I shall not return." With that, she glided out of the room, towards the President’s office.

"I didn’t think you knew my name, Mr. Almasy," Liloh commented softly.

"Of course I did. You sat almost beside me every day for eight years. I’m not exactly blind."

"We never spoke."

"You never had anything to say."

"I was rather quiet… shy, I guess."

Seifer raised an eyebrow, his face taking on a dashing smirk. "You guess? You never even asked the teachers any questions. Fujin and I kept trying to figure out how you passed."

Liloh laughed, blushing crimson again. "You’re exaggerating."

"Not in the least. Raijin told us you were some kind of genius. I assume he was right, even though you dropped out and disappeared. Where did you go?"

Liloh shrugged, and then he dropped his eyes and began talking to the taller man’s boots. "Kinda obvious, isn’t it? A friend of mine had some contacts in the Galbadian government, which everyone knows is only a cover for their criminal underworld. I heard rumors about the Sorceress’s return at the same time as the faculty and Dr. Kadowoki started muttering about me getting thrown out of Balamb as soon as they could catch me doing something wrong. I figured I had a better chance of becoming an assassin than a SeeD, so I packed up my stuff and dropped out of school."

Seifer was puzzled. "Why would they be waiting for you to get caught? What did they expect you to do? I don’t remember ever busting you for anything."

Liloh’s eyes shimmered with secretive, silent laughter as he gazed up at Seifer’s frown. "I am a bit of a bad boy, Mr. Almasy." He bowed gallantly, his chin-length brown hair sweeping past the silver and red headband that held it back. "That is to say, I am the best thief to have ever trained at a professional mercenary academy. They were waiting for you or one of the others to catch me stealing something."

Now Seifer was really surprised. "No shit…"

"No shit," Liloh echoed, smiling proudly. "Kadowoki knew about me. Raijin caught me breaking in to a classroom one night to get my homework, but since it wasn’t really a serious offense, he didn’t bother to tell you or Fujin. But he had tackled me and dislocated my shoulder, so he had to tell Kadowoki what happened. She wouldn’t get off my back after that. Every time something went missing, she would have someone search my room. It was damned annoying. I had to start hiding my equipment in the walls."

Seifer nodded. "That sounds like her. She’s so patronizing. She never took us seriously, always insisted on ruffling my hair after she stitched me up. I hate that."

Liloh grinned up at him, a few strands of his silky hair lingering on his face. Seifer’s brows furrowed as he studied the scar on Liloh’s cheek. "That looks like…" he brought his hand up to a similar scar between his eyebrows. Liloh paled slightly and stepped back, his grin fading. The steely gray eyes narrowed, and Liloh found himself being shoved hard against the wall and pinned. "It was you, wasn’t it? You were the one who stole my gunblade when the T-rexaur almost ate me!"

Liloh blinked, stunned. My scar is almost exactly like Mr. Almasy’s, he thought. Of course he would recognize a similar wound. "I-I-I d-d-d-don’t kn-kn-know what you’re t-t-t-talking about!" he stammered.

"You little liar!" Seifer snarled. He brought his hand up, and Liloh closed his eyes tightly, bracing himself for a slap, but instead Seifer slowly, roughly dragged his index finger down the scar on his cheek. "I’ve only seen one other scar like mine, and that’s the one I gave Leonheart. Gunblade scars are very precise, deep, like razor scars, only wider. That must’ve hurt like a bitch."

Liloh nodded without thinking, dazed by Seifer’s closeness. "Yeah. I almost cut my head off."

Seifer smirked. "A confession so soon, Master Ninja?"

The smaller man shrugged helplessly. "You already knew. I stole it, sure. But I gave it back, didn’t I?"

"That you did. And the design is incredibly beautiful. Flawless, really, besides being totally unique and perfectly balanced. Did you upgrade it yourself?"

"Mmm hmm." Liloh could feel his face growing redder by the second. "Laser pens for the precision welding. That was the only way to do it without turning the blade into Swiss cheese."

"Well, thank you very much, Mr. Daimonstarr." Seifer examined Liloh’s flushing face, smirking evilly. "Any other favors I should thank you for?"

"Um…" Liloh couldn’t think. He smells so good… Just like I remembered… spicy, warm… those eyes… Gods, Mr. Almasy! Stop staring at me!

"Maybe I like staring at you, Liloh." The steely eyes sparkled with silent laughter.

He blinked with terror, trying to decide how many of his thoughts had been aloud. "Um… Huh?!"

Seifer chuckled, leaning back a little and stroking Liloh’s scar again. "You asked me to stop staring at you and I told you that it was possible I was enjoying it. Have I intimidated you?"

"Only a little," he lied.

"Can I have my journal back now?"

"Huh?!" Now he was really surprised. "How d-d-did you know I-"

"Kinda obvious, don’t you think? The only thief who ever managed to evade me must have been the same one who stole my diary. Besides, it disappeared at the same time you did."

"I… I d-d-didn’t th-th-think you would n-n-notice I was g-g-gone…"

"Of course I noticed. You were never absent to class before that day. My first question as soon as I got out of the infirmary was ‘Where’s Daimonstarr?’" Seifer smirked at him ruefully. "You don’t get to be the head of the DC by being an idiot."

Liloh blushed. "I d-d-didn’t think you e-e-ever n-n-noticed me."

Seifer snorted derisively. "Oh, I did, trust me. I guess you were just too busy being terrified of me to see me noticing."

"Then why can’t you look me in the eyes when you say that?" Seifer teased, moving in closer, pinning the smaller man against the wall again. "Why do you call me Mr. Almasy when you’re nearly two years older than me? Is it because I’m so freakishly tall or so devastatingly handsome?" He took Liloh’s chin in his hand and tilted it upwards, smirking as usual.

"The latter…" Liloh mumbled, trying to sound sarcastic rather than honest and closing his eyes to avoid meeting that gray glare again. He was surprised to feel a breath of warm air on his lips, followed by the shocking press of a kiss. His eyes opened slowly as Seifer pulled away, smiling down at him, the gray eyes soft suddenly.

"I hope I haven’t offended you, Liloh… I just got the distinct impression that you wanted me to do that. Besides…" Seifer ran his gloved fingers through Liloh’s thick brown hair, pulling at it slightly in the back, then sliding his hand down to caress his neck. "I’ve wanted to do it myself for quite some time."

"You have?" Liloh winced as his voice decided to crack this time rather than stumble.

"Mmm hmm…" Seifer murmured; delighted by the effect his touch was having on that silky skin. "Mr. Liloh Daimonstarr, would-be valedictorian of Trepe’s year… My personal angel, even before a certain time a few years back…"

Liloh blinked up at him, confused. "A-a-and be-f-f-fore that?"

"Before that, you were simply the most exquisite faced, brilliant man on campus. Lovely dark hair, opal eyes, porcelain skin, reserved, quiet, mysterious… even Fujin noticed you once or twice, and she doesn’t like men." He laughed softly. "Not that I would ever want to share you, even with them."

Liloh felt like he was going to faint and was suddenly very glad that Seifer had already pinned him to the wall. "I’ve gotta be asleep… this is some kind of awesome dream…"

"It’s not a dream…" Seifer promised him, nuzzling his neck aggressively and letting his hands drift down to Liloh’s waist. "But if it were… How would you like to wake up beside me in the morning and dream it all over again?" He leaned back and looked down into Liloh’s shining eyes, faint concern on his face. "Or have I misread all that blushing and overstepped myself?"

Liloh pretended to think for a moment, then reached up and wrapped his arms around Seifer’s neck and grinned at him. "I think that waking up with you would be a lovely way to assure myself that this was all real." His lids slipped down to half closed and he fairly purred up at Seifer. "That is, of course, unless I misread that kiss and you don’t really intend to give me what I’ve been wanting for the last five years…" His eyes sparkled mockingly.

"Misread this!" Seifer growled, then dropped his hands down further and grabbed Liloh by his rear, pulling him upwards and close until he gasped. Seifer laughed deeply, throatily, flicking his tongue along Liloh’s ear as he whispered, "Is that what you’ve been wanting, Mr. Daimonstarr?"

"Desperately…" whimpered Liloh, nodding for emphasis.

"Mmm…" Seifer nuzzled his neck again, reminding Liloh of an overly affectionate tiger. "I hope you don’t mind, but, um… I have every intention of taking what I want from you first."

"And what is it you want from me, Mr. Almasy?" Liloh asked him, trying to focus on the deep voice instead of on the strong hands gripping his backside.

"My second wish is gonna be that I want to hear that pretty voice call me by my damned first name… But then, I guess I’ll hear that when I get my first…" Seifer leaned his forehead against Liloh’s, drowning himself in the radiant black orbs, so that he could enjoy watching the full impact of his words. "I want to taste you, Liloh."

He trembled, taking in the promise in those steely eyes, and then he was frightened for a moment about their location before he remembered what the Sorceress had told them before she had left. Enjoy your reunion, Ninja, I shall not return. How could she have known…? But of course she knew. Every time she had asked him about anything personal, he had always spoken of Seifer. He had no family, few friends, and only one love. Seifer’s romantic dream was the Sorceress, and Liloh’s romantic dream was Seifer. He smiled slowly, shyly, and coyly up into that piercing steel blue, then he tilted his head up and kissed that chiseled, smirking face, his lips parted slightly so that when Seifer’s tongue slipped out it pushed right into his warm mouth.

This is a yes if I ever felt one, Seifer told himself, closing his eyes and exploring Liloh’s mouth. If I had figured this out before, maybe I would have had something to do besides bark at people. But when can anyone ever tell what someone else is thinking? He slid his hand experimentally inwards, gently pressing along the warm divide of his angel’s firm behind. A whimper came into his mouth, and he proceeded to slip his fingertips upwards, towards the small of Liloh’s back, before he remembered the damn trenchcoat blocking him and growled impatiently.

He worked his knee in between those slim, muscled legs he had admired so many times, hoisting up his love to sit on his thigh, then he leaned back, shaking off his coat and fairly ripping Liloh’s backwards. "Why the hell do you wear so many clothes?" he snarled.

"I just dress exactly like you…" Liloh murmured, amused.

"Well, it looks damn sexy on you, but its impeding my libido," Seifer pouted.

Liloh giggled, and then he reached up to his neck and unzipped his shirt, shrugging it off before peeling away his white gauntlets. "Better?"

"Almost, smarty." Seifer grinned at him as he tossed his own shirt and gloves aside, then gently lowered him to the floor, kissing his lips tenderly before hitting his knees and smirking upwards. He trailed his fingers teasingly over Liloh’s red belt. "You forgot the important stuff."

"I’m so lucky to have you around to remind me…" he sighed softly, closing his eyes in something akin to agony as Seifer unbuckled his belt, popped open the button, and drew down the zipper of his pants, tugging them once and bringing them to his ankles.

"Mmm… Black silk. Nice. Would you believe me if I told you that’s what I always pictured?"

"Maybe."

"It is."

"I believe you."

"Mmm hmm… I want those boots off. You look silly."

"I’ve been insulted. Give me my pants back."

"Never. You are no longer allowed to wear pants."

"Then you take the damn boots off."

"Your wish is my command." Seifer laughed softly as he tugged on Liloh’s boots, and then he thought about it and crashed down to tear off his own. Liloh merely smiled down at him, looking sweet and sinful in his black boxers, leaning against the gauze-covered wall and playing with his dark hair. Seifer rocked back up on his knees as he chucked his second boot in their growing pile of discarded clothing.

"You are so pretty…" He whispered in awe, tracing a finger over one of the perfect, creamy white angular hips that were directly before his eyes. Liloh trembled as the finger slipped into the waistband of his boxers, then closed his eyes completely as Seifer used both hands to drag them off. "Beautiful… utter perfection." The warm air from that soft admiration did nothing to prepare him for the heat of Seifer’s tongue stroking slowly up and down his length, and it was completely forgotten as those gentle hands cupped his buttocks and Seifer’s devastating mouth engulfed him.

Liloh moaned loudly, his hands moving of their own volition to take a grip on the short blond hair tickling his stomach. Seifer sucked him hungrily, flexing his tongue against the underside of his shaft, stroking alongside it with his hand occasionally, and encouraging Liloh to help him by pulling him forward until the enraptured ninja understood it was okay and began thrusting passionately deep into his mouth. Seifer opened his eyes dazedly and gazed up to see Liloh’s opal orbs shimmering down at him, filled with bliss at watching himself do this…

Seifer… oh sweet gods, Seifer… I love you so damn much… you don’t know how much this means to me… "Se-se-se-SEIFER!" Liloh let himself moan. The gray eyes sparkled up at him and his lover’s left hand slipped over and Seifer’s gentle, patient fingers began pressing inwards, massaging at the small, tight opening before he tentatively, tenderly slipped one saliva-slicked finger inside. After a few minutes of gently probing, eliciting sweet moans from the dark-haired angel overhead, he very cautiously added a second finger. "SEIFER! OH MY GOD!" Liloh’s voice broke, shattered into a whimper of pleasure. Seifer hesitated, thinking he might be causing him pain, but Liloh pushed away his doubts by beginning to tremble and thrusting harder than ever into his mouth and throat. He strained his ears to hear the next words Liloh mouthed at him, as the trembling grew stronger. "S-s-Seifer, I’m gonna… Oh gods, Seifer… I’m gonna…"

Seifer nodded slightly, speaking back with only his eyes, unable to smirk but still giving off the air of it. Of course you are. I want you to. He clutched at Liloh’s lily-white hip, closing his eyes, sucking hard, and plunging his fingers in and out of the warmth he knew he had been promised. He eagerly drank every last drop of the sweet liquor as it spurted into his mouth. It tasted divine... even more so than he had guessed it would.

Seifer was only mildly surprised as Liloh nearly collapsed on his shoulder, still shivering weakly. He slowly allowed the silky, pale body of his lover to slip to the floor; holding him close, running his fingers through all the thick, fine hair that framed Liloh’s flushed face. He licked his lips, smirking again, then kissed the other’s tenderly.

"You taste like sugar, angel-face."

"Mmm…" Liloh grinned and nuzzled his face against Seifer’s bare chest, breathing in his scent deeply. This was too good to be real. I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming and I never want to wake up, he thought. I just want to sleep forever and be with Seifer. "I love you, Seifer," he mumbled softly.

Seifer smiled down at him, eyes sparkling, and hugged him tightly. "I know. And I love you back." He lifted Liloh’s chin with his finger as he said it, watching a mist settle over the obsidian eyes as they closed halfway and gazed into his.

"Now I know I’m dreaming."

"Can two people really have the same dream?"

"You dream about me?"

"Sometimes."

"What kind of dreams?"

"Dreams like this. I used to fantasize about it all the time, taking you aside after class to pretend to ask you a question, then having you over the teacher’s desk. Never told anyone, though. Never even wrote it in my journal. Figured some things are just better kept in one’s head."

"Hmm…" he scanned the room, thinking. "No desks around here…"

"Huh?" the blond blinked, slightly confused.

Liloh grinned up at Seifer, a wicked glint in his eyes. "How about the throne? Same general principle, just as disrespectful and fun." His beloved looked interested and appalled at the same time. "Toldja I was a bad boy!" Liloh got up and half-ran over to the throne, then gracefully turned around and sat in it, crossing his arms over his chest. "Mmm, comfy!" he murmured, winking at Seifer as he settled himself on the thick red cushion.

"Liloh… we can’t… her throne… Oh my God! That’s just sinful!" Nevertheless, Seifer was rising to his feet and slowly, uncertainly advancing, causing the elfin man to chuckle at him, silently and mercilessly.

"C’mon, Seifer sweetie! It’ll be fun!" The thick lashes settled themselves at half-open and an evil smile slowly took possession of his full lips. "That is, unless…"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you’re a chicken," Liloh challenged.

Seifer growled, his slate eyes narrowing warningly. "Don’t call me a chicken, pretty boy."

"What if I do? What will you do about it, Almasy? This is a bit out of your jurisdiction, ain’t it?" he giggled slightly, teasing his fingertips over his smooth, bare chest as Seifer came closer.

"I might spank you, Daimonstarr… or worse."

"Mmm, I’m so scared. I’d be shakin’ in my boots, but they’re all the way over there…"

"Along with all your other clothes. You look nice and… helpless… Inviting…" He inched closer hesitantly and ran two fingers of his right hand over Liloh’s face, tracing a path from his jaw-line to his eyebrow over the delicate scar, then up into his spun silk hair.

"That is the idea… So, chicken, have you decided what to do yet?" The brunet closed his eyes, leaning into the gentle caress and purring slightly.

"Mmm… I have, at that." He reached out suddenly and took firm hold of Liloh’s hair, forcing him to either move along or lose half his scalp. His voice plunged down an octave, gruff, commanding and, Liloh sensed, hungry. "On your knees, angel-face. Now."

"Your wish is my command, Mr. Almasy," he almost moaned, enjoying the way Seifer impatiently pulled him from the chair and kissed his lips with almost-bruising force. The hand slipped back down the same way it had come up, brushing lightly on his lips, then lingering there until he parted them and the fingers glided slightly forward. He sucked them obediently; his eyes open and glittering, making sure to provide Seifer with knowledge of exactly what he could take…

"Hmm…" Seifer withdrew his fingers slowly and smiled at his new toy, pondering. "Go look in my coat’s inside pocket and get me what you find."

Liloh was confused, but did as he was told. He grinned shortly, holding up a small bottle of the fine, clear, scented oil that Seifer used to polish his gunblade. "This?" The blond nodded, looking very smug. Liloh dropped the bottle into Seifer’s open hand as he fell onto his knees gracefully in the spot he had recently vacated. "But I thought you wanted me to…"

"As much as I would doubtless enjoy it… I believe it is your turn to have a request granted…" He leaned inward and licked along Liloh’s collarbone teasingly, making the bare flesh tingle with blushing and lust. "Though I will admit to purely selfish motivations in conceding to your desire..." This produced a tiny, full-body tremble, which exhilarated him further. Liloh’s hand cautiously ventured out and sought his belt buckle…

The oil was slightly warm from being carried so close to his body, but Seifer still felt somewhat faint as the gun-slinging ninja’s graceful, deft hand lovingly massaged it into his newly freed erection. After a few ecstatic seconds, he grabbed Liloh’s wrist and pulled him close for a deep, lingering kiss. He slid his hand around the other’s slim waist, picking up the oil in one hand and dripping it onto his fingers. Then he smirked to himself against those sweet, soft lips as his hand went slip-sliding them down the tightened cleft of his lover’s behind, massaging and lubricating the tight opening as Liloh moaned and writhed in his arms, kissing and licking Seifer’s face, neck and chest like a man starved. As he finished, Liloh squirmed off his lap into the floor and rocked upwards, pulling Seifer up onto his knees, and then bracing his own slight frame. His hands clutched at the arms of the Sorceress’s throne as Seifer smiled hazily, stroking the backs of his thighs and occasionally, accidentally brushing the long awaited prize against one of his curved, bare cheeks and making him whimper.

"Please!" Liloh begged earnestly, unsure how much of this he could take.

"Hmm?" Seifer murmured absently; lost in a reverie over this vision of perfection before his eyes.

Liloh sat up straight and leaned into his seducer, his eyes cast back, over his shoulder, and up into Seifer’s with unprecedented yearning. "P-p-please, j-j-just t-t-take me, Seifer, right now, before you t-t-turn me into a r-r-raving- umph!" His words were cut off as Seifer forced him forward, holding him by the hair again.

"I was just getting to it, my over-ardent little darling…" the deep, smooth voice assured him.

Seifer’s free hand grabbed him by the hip and centered him, pressing Liloh’s tense aperture with the warm, hard tip of his manhood. The strong hand slithered out of his hair, snaked down his back, and clutched lovingly at his other hip as Seifer began to gently press forward, gliding over the slick oil and, finally, inside of him. Liloh’s eyes rolled rapturously, and his body shuddered as he tried to relax his muscles and welcome the delectation. The oil burned slightly, but the sound of Seifer sighing with ecstasy as he pressed himself deeper, the warmth of the weight of the cherished man on his back, and the sense of completion he felt at their union nullified the superficial searing…

"Harder," he heard himself whispering desperately. "Do it harder, Seifer. You won’t hurt me."

Slowly the blond began to obey the sub-vocal demand, thrusting vigorously, his speed increasing with his depth until his hips were constraining against Liloh’s soft firmness. His arms were wrapped around the brunet’s slim chest, underneath his seemingly fragile arms, clutching his smooth, curved shoulders from below and using them to pull the ethereal body of his quaking lover into his lunges. The sheer physical exertion of supporting both his form and Seifer’s on his hands and knees was preventing Liloh from doing much besides keening in rapture and quivering. Still, it was perfect, even more so than he had ever dreamed it would be.

An eternity later, they dressed each other languidly, a satiated smirk painting Seifer’s face and a high-spirited blush coloring Liloh’s cheeks. The Sorceress did not return, and they did not see her until they were summoned the next day, when the offensive against Balamb Garden, and the world, would begin. Still, the ninja could not help but notice the barely concealed smug knowledge in her eyes. It made him cold inside to think of how much she knew.

With a witch like this at the reins, Galbadia could not help but emerge victorious.