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A random bit of ficlet in post-series soldierverse. 630 words, Squall/Seifer, rated NC-17. Given the characters, you should not expect candlelit dinners and rose bouquets. ;)

Seifer's hips hit the edge of the desk as Squall gives a particularly forceful thrust; Seifer hisses as Squall's grip on his hair tightens, pushes. Squall uses that rough hand on the back of Seifer's head to bend him until his face is practically kissing metal. He's being pushy, which is amusing in that Squall kind of way, which is probably why Seifer lets him get away with it.

It keeps on being amusing up to the point where he reaches for his own cock and Squall pulls his hand away, not letting him touch himself. Seifer's growling, thinking really hard about getting pissed off, when Squall's voice rasps low in his ear. "Behave."

Seifer sneers at the desk's surface. "Why should I?"

"I'll make it worth your while."

On the verge of rolling his eyes and shrugging Squall off, Seifer pauses, feeling a tense, thin thread of excitement seeping through their bond. Intrigued despite himself, he goes with it, gritting his teeth to hold still while Squall works away behind him. It's more than a little frustrating, having to stand there with his scalp stinging and his cock aching while Squall essentially uses him to get off, but at the same time-- Seifer can tell that him going along with Squall's little game is really making Squall hot, and that sense of anticipation is only growing.

Squall eventually stiffens with a strangled little sound deep in his throat. Sooner than Seifer would have given him credit for, he pulls out and pulls Seifer around until his ass is braced against the desk, apparently not caring about the clean-up one of them would have to do there later. Squall gives him a heavy-lidded look of speculation and assessment, not quite managing to pull himself together all the way.

Seifer just grins tightly and waits. He isn't sure what to expect-- it's Squall, after all, the little prick might have just wanted to see if he could get Seifer to toe his line. Now that he's won his little game, there's a good chance that he'll just walk away, leaving Seifer hanging.

Seifer is still thinking these things when Squall goes to his knees and swallows Seifer's cock.

Seifer shudders all fucking over and for a moment can't speak-- can barely even breathe. It isn't even a very good blow job, not very deep and obviously without much practice, but it's been so fucking long since he's had one that it feels like heaven. And it's Squall doing it, fucking hell, which he never in a million years thought he'd see. Squall on his knees, and-- fuck, fuck, that's--

Squall pulls off just before he shoots, so that Seifer paints white all over his neck and shoulder, which is-- "Fuck," Seifer breathes before he can rein in the words. "That was maybe the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."

And of course that makes Squall look smug, which would normally drive Seifer up the fucking wall, but shit, if it's going to give him the chance of that happening again? Squall can feel as pleased with himself as he wants.

Doesn't stop Seifer from wrapping a hand around Squall's throat when he stands up, from jerking him in close and kissing him with teeth until he tastes blood-- Squall's or his own or maybe both, doesn't matter. He runs a hand through the mess on Squall's skin and rubs it in, thinks about mixing it with the blood on Squall's lips but not needing Squall's bared teeth to know it's a bad idea. Vicious little bastard.

Squall still looks entirely too self-satisfied. He'll probably be insufferable for weeks. But in the end Seifer just laughs, feeling the pulse beating in Squall's throat, remembering how pretty he'd looked on his knees.