Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2000 08:19:01 EDT
From: gayguy@spyring.com
Subject: Final Fantasy 8 Series (Part 1)

Listen Up...

This story features scenes of graphic sex between two of the boys from the
ultimate RPG game Final Fantasy 8.

Final Fantasy and all characters named within this piece of fiction are
copyright and registered trademarks of Square Co. Ltd. I'm just borrowing
them for a while and I promise to return them (relatively) unhurt. This
story is purely for fun and at *no* point is it intended to cause a
detriment to the awesome video game series, or imply the sexual orientation
of any of the characters is the same as how they're portrayed here.

If the idea of two hunky men having sex isn't your thing (or you're
underage to read this kind of material in your country/region) then go
away. Otherwise enjoy the fantasy -- which is after all, the name of the
game...  :-)

Feel free to distribute this story, provided it remains intact and
unchanged. My email is provided after the story if you want to contact
me...


                           -The Memory Remains-

Squall Leonhart, the brave and mighty leader of Balamb Garden, looked on as
his school and home of nearly a decade hovered effortlessly over the
landscape of Galbadia's Monterosa Plateau.
    It had been little over 24 hours since he and his newfound friends had
defeated Ultimecia, the cruel and manipulative sorceress from hundreds of
years into the future. Possibly for the first time in his life, he felt
proud of one of his achievements, and also felt an overwhelming sense of
satisfaction as the merciless creature gave away her power to Sorceress
Edea.
    He found it somewhat ironic that both these sorceresses ended up
passing their powers on to the girl he held in his strong, powerful arms as
they both watched the stars from the balcony. Irony was one possible way to
look at the situation, another was that it had been destined.
    Fate and destiny. Two things Squall had never really given much
consideration to in all his seventeen years alive. Though he couldn't help
wondering about it now that everything had finally settled down and
Ultimecia's time compression had been halted. In fact since the adventure
had started, the day he, Zell and Selphie had graduated the SeeD exam,
Squall felt as though he had been subjected to a whole new range of
feelings and experiences -- not just on a fighting level, but on an
emotional one. Especially now that he'd met Rinoa, he knew that his life
would never be the same as it used to be.
    "Squall," Rinoa said softly as her head rested on his shoulder.
    "Er," he lamely replied. The feeling of love was one of the many new
emotions that had opened to Squall in the past few days. He didn't really
know what to say during the tender moment that the two of them were
sharing.
    "I think the party's over," she replied, lifting her face to meet
his. She glanced to the right where she could see the two other girls
talking inside the Garden's main hall. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said to
Squall before kissing him lightly and breaking gently away from their
embrace.
    "Where're you gonna stay?" he asked as he watched her walk off.
    "With Quistis," she called back. "She's still got her instructor's
apartment, so there's plenty of room. 'Night Squall."
    Squall looked on as he saw the three girls disappear into the
dispersing crowd. He sighed heavily and said his goodbye to her so quietly
that only Angelo the dog could hear it. He raised his head and started to
journey back to his luxury dorm, which he had been moved to since the
dramatic return from the time compressed future. As he strode through the
great hall, he realised that this was the first place he'd met Rinoa just a
few nights previous. He also remembered that Seifer, his arch-enemy, had
been the one to first bring Rinoa here.
    He stopped moving. The sudden thought of Seifer going through his mind
felt strangely ambivalent to the mighty SeeD. It was as though Squall could
still see the good things about Seifer, despite his obvious treachery and
megalomania. Squall reasoned that it was no good over-analysing how he felt
about Seifer, the other man was too complicated to figure out. Squall did
concede however, that no matter what Seifer did, he could never truly hate
him.
    "Hey partner," the loud, overly cheerful voice of Squall's team-mate
Irvine Kinneas called out to him from behind.
    "Hi Irvine," he said back, turning to face his friend and ally.
    "What's up, man? You're lookin' kind of distant at the moment. You're
not feelin' all sick and stuff like Zell, are you?"
    Squall noticed that Irvine was holding up Zell, the 'toughguy' of their
small group. He didn't look very tough now as the taller man held him
around the waist to stop him from keeling over with nausea. "Uh, no. Just
thinking, y'know, about things..."
    "Yeah," Irvine grinned. "The past day's been a real head-trip. I'm
thinkin' I'm gonna have the next couple of weeks off to relax. Or maybe the
next month..."
    "Still not decided if you're going back to Galbadia yet?" Squall asked,
with the smallest tone of concern just noticeable within his question. He
didn't really like the false cowboy when they'd first met, his 'way with
the ladies' wanted to make Squall throw up with a leader's
embarrassment. But now they'd all gotten to know each other a lot better,
Squall found himself extremely reluctant to be parted from any of his
new-found friends. Irvine, he now realised, was actually quite charming and
deep-down extremely serious and sensible. As with any of the group, his
departure would be a sad loss.
    "Nah," Irvine finally answered after a second or two of
silence. "There's plenty of time to go home and visit my folks. And the
Garden's gone too, so it's not like I've gotta return and finish my
training there either. I'm thinking that I'll stay here for a while." He
looked at Zell, who groaned his discomfort back and clutched his
stomach. "Besides, there's enough reasons to stay," he said with his usual
smile.
    "He's looking really bad," Squall said as he tilted his head to look at
Zell's face. "I think he'll need a bucket tonight." Squall smirked before
saying, "Told you not to eat so much."
    Zell just groaned again and slumped, letting Irvine carry almost all of
his weight.
    "You need a hand carrying him?" Squall asked.
    "Nope. Done this loads of times before, I'll be alright." Irvine lifted
Zell up so that he was almost standing. Zell then instinctively put his arm
over Irvine's shoulder for added support. "C'mon kiddo, let's get you in
bed. See you later Squall." Irvine walked past and patted Squall on the
chest in a friendly manner -- though in sudden reflection, Squall realised
that it felt much more intimate than friendly...
    Without another thought, Squall headed straight to his new dorm, eager
to catch up on some much needed sleep. He understood how physical and
emotional tiredness could screw up a person's mind. He accounted for
Irvine's supposed subtle 'come-ons' with the fact that he hadn't slept for
nearly two days and his outlook on things was quite blurred and confused at
present.
    He saw the door to his dorm just ahead. Without having to think, he
pulled his key out of his jacket pocket and stepped into the room. Ever the
private introvert, Squall made sure the door was closed and locked before
stripping his dusty, slightly ragged clothes off to reveal a firm,
well-toned body. While not heavily built, the muscles on his entire
upper-body were completely solid. All those years of training with a
gunblade had given him a physique that was muscular and slender at the same
time, while also being not so built up that it slowed him down. He never
looked this muscular in his regular clothes, which was a deliberate ploy
not to draw attention to himself.
    He turned off the light and slid into bed, completely naked aside from
his white underwear. As a child, right back to when he was in the
orphanage, he'd always worn at least his underwear to bed for fear of
someone seeing him nude. It was something he'd always worried about on a
private level, but something he'd never actually experienced. All his years
at Garden, he had been known as a lone wolf and had never gotten close to
anyone. He thought about this with a kind of sadness, the fact that he'd
never let anyone else get close to him, either emotionally or sexually.
    Or had he...
    Squall thought hard about this. Surely he would've remembered if he'd
had sex with someone, it was the kind of memory a person never
forgets. Unless he wanted to forget about it...
    Uncomfortable with this notion in his head, the handsome warrior turned
over in the bed to make room for a new hardness in his underwear. Oh great,
he thought, just what I need right now. Without thinking, he thrusted his
hand down under the bedcovers and gripped his hard, pulsing dick. He
started to stroke it slowly, just to relieve some of the pressure caused by
the extreme suddenness of the erection. He softly moaned as his strong hand
expertly caressed his tender manhood and started to imagine what it would
be like if someone else did this for him.
    Then it hit him. Like a shockwave through the brain, a repressed memory
buried right to the bottom of his psyche burst through to the surface of
his mind and struck him like a mallet straight to the skull. The feeling
was further enhanced as he unexpectedly reached orgasm and fired a thick
load over his hand, groin and underwear like a shotgun going off in a
barrel. Slowly, he pulled his cum-soaked hand back out of the bed and
looked at it in the pale moonlight. It was shaking. His whole body turned
cold and shivery as he remembered a stormy night over a year ago when he
made love for the first time.
    The night in question was just after the results of a SeeD field
exam. Squall himself hadn't gone on the mission due to injury, instead
concentrating on honing his skills in the training centre. It was not long
after he'd started using GFs on a regular basis -- chances are the memory
loss caused by using these creatures had started to take effect, thus
rendering him with little or no recollection of the incident. But he knew
now. He remembered what happened that thundery night when he'd been in the
training centre alone and he'd encountered a furious Seifer...

"You blew it Seifer!" an enraged Instructor Trepe yelled at the failed SeeD
candidate. "You were expressly told to follow the orders of your team
leader, and at no point were you to go off on your own! Look at yourself,"
she said with a calmer tone, "you almost got killed."
    The tall young man looked up at his new instructor with disdain as he
lay on the bed in the Gardens infirmary. "It's just a scratch," he snorted,
while Dr Kadowaki bandaged up the deep cut on his right arm.
    "But had it been just a few inches higher, then it would've slit your
throat," the blonde woman tried reasoning to him. "Your graduation into the
SeeD elite would've been determined by your ability to take orders and
ensure the safely of your team-mates -- neither of which did you accomplish
today on any reasonable level. Instead it was up to the rest of your team
to rescue *you*!."
    Seifer stood up as the doctor finished tying the bandage around his
thick upper arm. "Look, *Quistis*, let's be honest here." He lurched over
the young woman, forcing her to look upwards to meet his high-up face. "Xu
couldn't lead a fish through water. She's weak -- you don't seriously
expect someone like me to take wimpish orders from a person like her, do
you?"
    "Well," Quistis Trepe determinately snarled, pushing herself closer to
Seifer for added effect (and to prove she wasn't intimidated by him), "if
you hadn't been resting up in here for the past hour because of your stupid
stunt, you would've heard that Xu passed. She's now a soldier in SeeD
thanks to her bravery in rescuing a distressed team-member in mortal
danger."
    Seifer Almasy stepped back slightly, disbelief flooding through every
part of his body. "No," he weakly griped, sitting back down on the bed as
he tried to block out the feeling of rejection. "But I..." he started to
speak, before clutching his head and sobbing into the palms of his hands.
    For the first time ever, Quistis felt sorry for the man crying in front
of her. She too knew how heavy the blow of rejection could be, having been
subjected to it herself on many an occasion.
    She sat down next to him and put an arm around him. "I'm sorry Seifer,"
she began. "There's always next time. If you'd just learn to control your
impulsiveness then you'd be given a lot more consideration for graduation."
    He stopped sobbing for a moment and stood bolt upright, knocking away
Quistis' arm. "What would *you* know?" he hissed at her. "What do any of
you know!" He grasped his slender, deadly gunblade from the corner of the
room and headed for the exit.
    "Seifer, wait!" she called out to him as he left the infirmary. But he
didn't answer her. Instead he just stormed through the hallways of the
mighty Garden, his gunblade tapping tediously against the top of his
shoulder. He saw the entrance to the training centre just ahead and made a
direct route towards it. He felt in the mood for beating the hell out of
something, or someone. He didn't really care which.
    Fresh-faced and full of energy, Squall Leonhart slashed his way through
the monsters that inhabited the training centre, not stopping to think as
each new creature came at him. Eagerly, he sliced the monstrous hoard into
small pieces as his gunblade moved effortlessly through each and every
one. He played the game like a deadly ballet as he danced through and
around each enemy like they weren't even moving at all. But they were
moving. The plant-like grats secretly formed a circular position around the
skilled fighter and prepared their simultaneous attack. As Squall hacked
away at all the grats in front of him, he wasn't prepared for the onslaught
that caught him unawares from behind.
    One by one, the grats piled onto him and tied him up with their
vines. He screamed out as they tightened their grip and forced him to drop
his weapon. Knowing that he had no other choice, Squall started to summon
Shiva, an ice-magic GF to help him out of the grats' clutches. Before he
could finish the summon however, a mighty flame rose around him.
    Seifer leapt into the air to perform his Fire Cross limit technique,
aiming it directly at the swarm of monsters that covered Squall's entire
body. With an amazing flash, the grats became engulfed with flame, quickly
releasing their prey as they thrashed about in agony. Within seconds, they
were nothing more than crisp black piles of ash on the ground. Squall
looked around to see the burning wastes creating small puffs of smoke
around him, while Seifer stood grinning above his head.
    "Thanks," he meekly said as he got to his feet. He looked around for
his gunblade, picking it up where he'd dropped it just a few seconds
before.
    "Like I did it for you," he snorted, watching with interest as the
younger man picked up his weapon.
    "Then why did you do it? Why not just let me die -- or at least get
brutally injured and beaten to within an inch of my life?"
    "Where'd be the fun in that? Believe it or not Squall, I need you. I
thrive on the competition that only you can provide me. Everyone else in
this place is weak -- we're the only ones with real strength." Without
another thought, Seifer raised his gunblade and struck a rock with so much
speed and power that it split straight in half. He glared at his
destruction with a wild glint and satisfaction in his eyes.
    "Oh," Squall said. "It's like that then..."
    "What're you talking about?!" he snapped back, angered at the shorter
man's presumptions.
    "You failed the SeeD test today, didn't you? That's why you're here,
hoping to let off steam with a session against me. Sorry Seifer, not
tonight." He started to walk away, then stopped to say "I'm sorry. Really,
I am sorry you didn't pass."
    As Squall continued to leave the training centre, the anger inside
Seifer began to swell uncontrollably, making him shake with rage. "Don't
walk away from me now," he said with a marginal threatening tone in his
voice. Still Squall walked away from him. "I said don't leave me!"
    Like a puma, he jumped forward and tackled Squall to the ground. Winded
from the impact, Squall was helpless against Seifer's unexpected full-on
attack and did nothing as he was yanked up off the floor and pushed into a
fence.
    "What the hell are you doing?!" he yelled at Seifer, while readying his
weapon.
    "What d'you think?" he sneered back, grinning like a madman. "I'm
trying to make you fight. I need this right now and you ain't gonna stop me
from getting what I want!" He lunged forward, gunblade raised, and hacked
at where Squall was standing. Instinctively, Squall rolled out of the way
and charged a basic thunder spell which struck Seifer with a low-level
amount of electricity.
    "Good boy," he hissed. "Just what I wanted you to do. So are you gonna
fight, or do I get to pound your pretty face in right now?"
    Gunblade ready, Squall made a couple of steps backwards. "I'm always
ready to fight you Seifer," he answered. "But not because I want to. At the
moment you're angry and delusional, which makes you unbalanced. Fighting
you now would be unfair and unacceptable." He raised his gunblade higher
into the warm air, then proceeded to let it go. Both young men watched as
Squall's weapon hit the ground, releasing it in protest. "I want to help
you Seifer, but I won't do it fighting you until one of us drops from
exhaustion. Believe it or not, I *do* respect you equally as a fighter, but
your judgement often gets clouded. That's why I won't fight you now. You
think that attacking me will help ease your inner turmoil and make you feel
better -- but it won't. I'll end up making you more competitive and keep
pushing you further and further until there's nothing left of
yourself. Then what'll you do?"
    "So what're you saying to me?" he answered back, surly and
hoarse. "Stop fighting and find another way to show the world how angry I
am? That's the words of a loser, of a scared little boy who's too afraid to
fight in case he gets hurt."
    "I'm not afraid to fight you Seifer," Squall answered back
indignantly. "I'm not afraid of you, period. I *will* fight you if there's
no other way..."
    "Then prove it." With that, Seifer rushed towards Squall and slashed
out with his gunblade. Again Squall dodged the attack and prepared to
charge another magic spell. Seifer however, had foreseen this and casted a
silence spell over his target, mere milliseconds before Squall's own spell
would've been complete. Unarmed and without magic, Squall knew that the
only way to stop Seifer would be to escape his current furious strikes and
try to disarm him somehow.
    As Seifer made a horizontal slash with his weapon, Squall expertly
timed a sweeping kick to knock the other man off his feet and bring them
both to the ground. Squall clasped his hands together and struck Seifer's
right arm so he would release his weapon also. His aim was spot on, hitting
Seifer right where his wound was from the SeeD exam, forcing him to let go
of his deadly gunblade. Furiously Seifer headbutted Squall, catching him
just where the nose meets the forehead and causing him to stagger backwards
as he held his face. Before he'd even had time to stand up, Seifer released
a flare spell so powerful that it hit Squall and sent him flying backwards
fifteen feet and knocked him through a small hole in one of the perimeter
fences.
    Slowly he stood up and looked around for his weapon. There were many
plants around the place he'd lost it, making pinpoint location a difficult
task. Instead he went over to where Squall's gunblade lay and claimed it as
his own, then followed the direction in which he'd sent his nemesis flying.
    Squall hit the ground and instantaneously curled into a ball, allowing
his tired body to roll backwards for a few more feet. He uncurled and
collapsed on the wet ground he'd ended up on. As he glanced around, he
could see clouds hovering above him, giving the dark sky a soft, feathery
texture. He realised that he must have unwittingly come across the
so-called 'secret area' in the training centre. It was a place where people
met after curfew, and it was usually full up. Tonight however, was
different -- apart from the rain that was spitting down continuously, most
were attending the SeeD graduation ball, leaving the secret area desolate
and completely quiet.
    Squall knew that Seifer would find him sometime soon, but felt too
physically depleted to make a move and run away. Without his gunblade, he
was also incapable of pulling off a limit break attack. In retrospect, he
realised how stupid it was to throw down his arms and expect Seifer to
welcome a way of working out his frustrations through other means. At least
his intentions were good, at least he cared. He knew for a fact that no-one
in the entire academy cared about Seifer Almasy, with the possible
exceptions of Quistis, Raijin and Fujin.
    Even though he argued and fought with him constantly, never at any
point did he ever hate him. He just wished that Seifer would stop hating
him back. What would it take to make him realise that they had much more in
common than either would admit, and get him to put aside their
differences...
    Squall suddenly raised his head, aware that slow footsteps were heading
towards him. In anticipation, he lifted his upper body off the soaking wet
ground until he was almost sitting upright. Knowing that without his weapon
he was practically incapable of performing a decent physical attack, the
solemn young man turned elsewhere for help.
    With a wicked smile ripping across his otherwise handsome face, Seifer
lurched over to where a helpless-looking Squall whimpered from pain on the
dirty ground. "And so it ends," he sneered, dangling Squall's own weapon
over him. "It's been a fun game, but now comes the finishing move." He
lifted the gunblade high over his own head, mostly for dramatic effect, and
aimed it just to the right of Squall's chest so that it would hit the
ground and not his rival. He may have been sociopathic, but he wasn't a
murderer.
    He drew the blade towards the earth with demonic speed, ready to claim
his victory, but suddenly lost his focus when Squall unexpectedly reacted.
    "Seifer!" he yelled, pulling away the other man's attention before
hitting him full-on with an ice spell in the face.
    "Arrg!" he grunted dropping the weapon and grasping his face in frosty
agony. Without thinking, he took a couple of steps back as he tried to
steady himself. "But... But how?!"
    "Silence magic's only as good as the person who casts it. I know for a
fact that your magic isn't that good because you never train it up."
    Seifer cursed himself under his breath for thinking that Squall would
stay under the influence of a silence spell for long. Silence was a magical
ability that caused the target to become unable of casting magics or
summoning Guardian Forces. Seifer hadn't planned on Squall's resistance to
these type of magical inhibitors and realised now that whatever you did to
him in battle, he would always find another way to fight back. He was truly
unstoppable, but not necessarily unbeatable.
    "You bastard!" he roared. "Don't think you've won yet." He opened his
cold eyes as far as he could, still reticent from the ice, and tried
searching for the gunblade.
    "No Seifer," Squall coolly replied. "It's over..." As he watched the
other man stumble around, he performed one final spell, putting Seifer
instantly into a sleep-like state.
    "I, I was so... so close," he stammered before collapsing as the sleep
spell took effect. Squall hadn't reckoned on Seifer falling straight
forward however, thus making him land right on top of the already floored
man.
    "Dammit," he said, looking at the figure heaped on top of him. He tried
shrugging the snoozing Seifer off of himself, but to no avail. He was much
too heavy to move. Squall reasoned that all the training Seifer put in made
him ultra-strong and therefore extremely muscular -- hence the extreme
weight on top of him. "Well I wouldn't mind so much if you weren't asleep,"
he joked, not really thinking about what the remark would've sounded like
to someone outside of the situation. Again, he tried pushing him over to
the side, forcing all of his available strength into the act. Too exhausted
to successfully complete the movement, Squall gave up, letting Seifer's
limp body once again crush his tired frame. As a last resort, he used an
esuna spell to wake him arch-enemy in the hope that he would remove
himself.
    As the magical energy absorbed into Seifer's powerful figure, he awoke
slowly and drowsily. "Bastard," he mumbled, lifting his head but still not
moving from atop his prey. "Cheap trick, anyone could've done it."
    "Yeah," Squall smirked back, looking Seifer right in the eye. "But not
anyone would go against you unarmed..."
    "Good point," Seifer reasoned, and again dropped his head onto Squall's
chest, tired from the fight and the sleep. "Think I'll just stay here for
the rest of the night," he mumbled, taking comfort from Squall's warm,
broad pectorals.
    "Er, Seifer," Squall started to speak. "Could you, y'know, kind of move
off of me..." He felt embarrassed just asking what seemed like a reasonable
request.
    "What's the matter Squally boy? Getting turned on and need to go back
to your room so you can jerk off while you think about me?" Seifer sneered,
watching Squall's annoyed face glare back at him.
    "Screw you, Seifer," he snapped back as he tried pushing him off again.
    Seifer resisted the attempt to be removed and started grinding back,
digging his groin into Squall's, aware of the impending hardness that both
men were beginning to experience. "So you *do* want it, eh?" he sniggered
as he felt the other man's throbbing prick battle against his own. "It'll
be a pleasure..."
    "Stop it, you fucking bastard!" Squall yelled, equally repulsed and
aroused by Seifer's kinky gyrations. He could feel his hard meat beating
against his underwear as Seifer's own hard-on pushed into his through the
layers of clothing that separated them. It was a divine torture -- a
sensation like being tickled, whereby it produces a positive physical
response, but all the time it happens you just want it to stop.
    "What're you gonna do?" he grinned, groping Squall's dick and rubbing
it through his training trousers. "There's nothing you can do now to make
it stop," he hissed. "You're too tired to push me away and you're all out
of magic -- I can sense it." In a further act of degradation, he started
unzipping Squall's trousers while maintaining his hold over him by keeping
his arm against his throat, just firm enough so as not to choke the
beautiful brown-haired man that squirmed underneath him. Eagerly he guided
his hand past Squall's tight underwear until his cold hand was gripping the
warm package within. He asserted his grip so that he held the dick in his
hand and slowly started to rub it up and down. "I'm gonna toss you until
you cum," he whispered, gradually building up his speed ever so slightly so
that Squall would be made to suffer for that extra bit longer.
    By this time Squall had stopped resisting Seifer's advances and
conceded to let himself go with the experience -- but not because he wanted
to however. He just wanted to get back to his room, like Seifer had said,
and shoot off in privacy. Once Seifer had started performing the hand-job,
he'd found it extremely difficult to resist, due to the extremely sensitive
nature of his cock. He'd always secretly wondered what it would feel like
to have someone else do the work for him, and now he knew. He just wished
the circumstances were slightly different though.
    "Uh, oh yeah..." he groaned as Seifer worked the full length of his
long shaft.
    "Starting to like it now baby?" Seifer said, the satisfaction dripping
off his words. "Face it, you're stuck now. The ultimate humiliation --
being forced to cum in your pants by your own arch-rival. I bet you're
seething inside, underneath that ecstatic image on your pretty-boy face."
He smirked as he watched Squall's panting face with a kind of intensity
that went beyond mere passing interest. "Just say the words and I'll stop."
    "What words?" Squall croaked, barely able to speak from the wonderful
and skilled stimulus Seifer was providing.
    Seifer stopped rubbing, and yanked the pulsing manhood until he heard
Squall squeal in pain. He then started stroking again as he spoke. "You
know what words. Tell me this is what you want... Tell me that you want me
to jerk you off; that you want me to make love to you. I know it's what you
want."
    "I don't know what you're talking about!"
    "Yes you do! I've seen the way you look at me. I'm your secret wet
dream! Well guess what, it's all happening now. Just tell me what I want to
hear and I'll stop pumping your nice fat cock."
    Squall knew that Seifer wouldn't let up until he'd heard those few
words and made Squall degrade himself in front of both of them. He also
knew that he was really getting genuinely turned on by Seifer's damn good
handiwork. Maybe this *was* what he wanted. He'd always known Seifer was an
extremely attractive man, but attractive to him? It was an area of life
Squall had never given any thought to before -- but if this really was what
he wanted and Seifer was right, then why deny it? Surely it would be more
enjoyable if he admitted it and just let Seifer claim a victory for
once. Sure of his answer, Squall made one more deep search into his soul
before speaking, and let go of all of his inhibitions...
    "Alright!" he said, hoping that Seifer would ease up a little before he
sprayed his seed.
    Seifer responded, slowing down to gentle, soft strokes.
    "You're right Seifer, this is what I want. I admit it, the idea of you
working my tool makes me hornier than anything I've ever known before in my
entire life. Now this is happening, on some deep-down level I don't want it
to stop."
    "Oh yeah!" Seifer sneered back. "You're my bitch now baby."
    "No, you're wrong. The reason I want it is the same reason that you
do..."
    "And what's that?" he indignantly asked, gripping the cock hard again.
    "Because I'm in love with you..."
    Seifer's face went numb. His sadistic expression quickly faded as a
state of shock made his entire body rigid with a form of primal fear. He
removed his hand from Squall's dick, in turn relieving Squall from the
mounting orgasmic pressure that soon would have exploded from his tense
body.
    "You're lying," he said after a couple of seconds silence. "You don't
love me. No-one could love me! You're just trying to trick me so that you
can mess with my head." He grabbed at Squall's groin again, this time not
for pleasure as he squeezed the entire package tightly in his clenched
fist. Squall screamed as his balls were pulled in ways that no man should
ever have to experience. "Don't you *dare* screw with my head! I'll rip
your nuts off, I swear, if you ever pull that bullshit on me again!"
    "I'm not lying!" Squall tried to answer back as best he could. "I *am*
in love with you. And you are with me. Why else do you think there's so
much tension between us?"
    "Because we're rivals!" Seifer desperately replied. "We're meant to
hate each other because we're the only ones that can equal each other in
battle!"
    "That's just an excuse, and you know it! It's not hate between us
Seifer, it's love. A feeling that we share only for each other. *That's*
the reason why we're both loners and why we fight all the time." He felt
Seifer's grip on his balls lessen, allowing him to relax slightly. It was
also a sign the Seifer was listening, and believing.
    "I don't understand," he started whining. "How can I be in love with
*you* of all people and not even know it?"
    "It doesn't matter any more," Squall softly said. "It's all been said
now." He put a hand through Seifer's short hair and felt his confused face
with the other. "It's all going to be different from now on..." he said as
he pulled Seifer's head down towards him until their moist lips were
touching. To Squall's surprise, Seifer went with the kiss, feeling truly
intimate with someone for the first time in his angry life. While Squall
felt the same as Seifer, the overall feeling didn't seem quite so alien to
him. He wanted it to last forever, but he knew it had to end sometime.
    Gently he pushed Seifer back, and was pleased to see that the other man
was smiling. It was the first time he'd ever seen him smile, and he
sincerely hoped it wouldn't be the last. "Y'know," he said, still
embarrassed at the newfound, yet exciting experience, "I'd really like it
if you'd finish that hand-job properly... Without crushing me," he added.
    Seifer let out a small laugh and got up onto his knees. He started to
pull Squall's trousers down properly, then stopped. "I, I was wondering if
I could do more than that."
    Squall raised his wet shoulders off the ground, supporting himself on
his elbows so that he could see Seifer's face. "What d'you mean?" he asked,
half-knowing what the answer would be.
    "Yes I love you too," he answered. "Now I can see it, I want more than
to just wank you off. Squall, I want to make love to you properly..."
    "Then do it," he said, plain and simple. "Seifer, you were right about
being my sexual fantasy also. I'd locked it away so well that I didn't even
know it until just now. There's nothing more in the world that I want at
the moment than to be fucked by you."
    Seifer saw the deep longing in Squall's brown eyes and continued to
undress his lover. As Squall's trousers and underwear reached his feet,
Seifer merely pulled his boots away, not stopping to untie them. Exposed,
he saw Squall's delicious erection for the first time, beating in rhythm to
the heartbeats that provided blood to power this amazing work of nature. It
resting temptingly atop two slender, strong and smooth legs. Seifer
caressed these pale, yet gorgeous limbs before lifting them up high enough
to reveal the small, tight hole at the epicentre. Without being asked,
Squall held his ankles so that Seifer could explore this newfound territory
further. He lowered his face so that his mouth was level with Squall's
virgin asshole, and said "Are you sure?"
    "Yes," was all Squall needed to say, and with no further delay Seifer
tasted the eager crack with all of his mouth and tongue. Squall groaned
with delight as the invading tongue went deeper into his body, reaching
parts that no-one had ever touched before. He felt amazing as Seifer rimmed
him with equal pleasure.
    While his face buried itself further and further into Squall's tasty
anus, Seifer made use of his hands, massaging the shaft between the ass and
balls, bringing Squall into a new zone of sexual ecstacy that he never knew
existed. Gently Seifer fondled the sensitive balls that hung low in their
large scrotum, hoping to remove any pain caused earlier by his angered
grasp. Squall felt the urge to explode. The incredible pleasure brought to
his lower-regions by Seifer caused him to want to blow his wad right there
and then. He started to jerk his throbbing manhood in time with Seifer's
tongue thrusts, hoping for a quick response so that the pressure mounting
in his massive balls could be relieved.
    Seifer felt the prick above his head start to move. Coupled with
Squall's deep groans, it caused him to stop rimming to tight ass and look
up at the writhing, horny man he'd just eaten. "No," he said, putting a
hand on the one Squall was using to pump his meat. "Not yet. There's more I
want to do to you first." Gently he released the hand and, in turn, Squall
removed it from his desperate erection. Squall watched as Seifer pushed his
still clothed cock against his exposed and hungry asshole. The gesture only
turned him on more and made him moan for Seifer's hard dick to fill his
void right now.
    Watching as Seifer unzipped his trousers was possibly the single most
intense moment in Squall's young life. He stared with solid anticipation as
he slowly saw the manhood that was going to be his first fuck revealed to
him. It was like a birthday present being unwrapped when you knew what was
inside, and you also knew it was the only thing you wanted in the world at
that particular moment. He could see that Seifer didn't wear underwear as
he slid down the loose training trousers that he'd worn to the SeeD test
earlier in the day. The first thing he saw was a thick patch of light brown
pubic hairs which soon were skewered from view by the large cock that
bounced up, finally free from its material prison. As Seifer finished
sliding down the trousers, Squall could see possibly the biggest and
lowest-hanging pair of balls he'd ever seen. He'd always thought his were
big, especially compared to those of the other boys in the changing rooms,
but Seifer's glorious pair were definitely the largest and nicest he'd ever
had the pleasure to see close-up.
    "Like what you see?" Seifer grinned as Squall reached forward and
handled the plentiful package with equal excitement and awe. "Well it's all
yours baby." He brought up his hand and spat into it. Then, with a cheeky
grin on his face, he stroked his cock a couple of times, soaking it up with
the saliva. Squall again raised his legs, bringing them a bit further back
this time so as to allow deeper penetration. Seifer looked at the expectant
ass beneath him, fingering it with one hand while the other guided his
giant fuck-tool towards the tight crack.
    "Ahh!" Squall whelped as Seifer's thick cock made contact with the rim
of hard muscle that guarded his rectum. Seifer continued his invasion into
his one-time enemy's ass, letting himself penetrate inch by inch until he
was completely inside, his large balls resting against Squall's hot,
hyper-sensitized skin. Squall could only moan with pleasure as his anus was
pulled apart by the thick root of the man he loved.
    "Oh yeah!" Seifer howled. "This is like nothing I've ever imagined!" He
leant forward and rested his hands on Squall's chest, digging underneath
the thin t-shirt until his fingers entwined themselves around the two pert
nipples. He started to pull his cock out of Squall, beginning a slow and
gentle thrusting motion and giving the tight rim enough time to relax into
the new situation. As he pushed back and forth, he teased the small nipples
until he was squeezing them, forcing little moans of joy from the man whose
body was being so ecstatically worked.
    "Arrg! Oh Seifer!" Squall growled as Seifer began raising the speed.
    "Your ass is mine now!" he grunted back, barely able to speak from the
sensations Squall's insides provided his hard and horny tool. He let go of
the nipples, unable to keep his balance without a proper grip on his
boy-toy and readjusted his hold on the strong legs instead.
    "Is this your first time?" Squall asked through his tense, clenched
teeth.
    "Yes," the other man replied, concentrating on the wild feelings moving
through his hard organ and down through his groin into the rest of his
body.
    "It's just that, you're so, so good!"
    "I've been thinking about it for a long time. Unh! Oh this is it!" He
moved the pace up until he was slapping Squall's backside with his balls
and hips. He regulated his thrusts so that he was pulling the whole length
of his manmeat out of the now supple ass before ramming the entire thing
back in again. It left Squall feeling like Seifer's shaft was tearing him
in two from the inside. As Seifer moved faster and faster, he pushed
against Squall with increasing strength, forcing his knees to rest roughly
against his chest. Squall joined the overwhelmed Seifer, grabbing the
strong large hands that gripped his legs for support, and screamed along
with him as his ass seemed to reach bursting point.
    Then it happened. Seifer reached climax and orgasmed so violently his
entire body writhed and tensed up until he was as rigid as his spunking
prick. He screamed in ecstasy and he filled Squall's ass with what seemed
like a gallon of cum. Squall reacted in kind, the sensation forcing him a
step closer to his own orgasm, and pulled his sphincter in tight so that it
milked every drop of juice from Seifer's cock.
    He saw his own manhood creating a pool of pre-cum on his stomach. He
continued to watch as Seifer gradually came to a full stop and pulled his
well-worked dick from the satisfied hole, the entire shaft covered in his
semen. Squall could feel some of Seifer's jism start to drip out of his ass
where he'd been so well-filled. Seifer merely grinned at him before
lowering his mouth and continuing his earlier rimjob, licking up the
leaking juice. Squall smiled as he thought about Seifer eating him own jism
and began rubbing the pre-cum on his stomach, coating his hand in it and
then licking it also. He'd never tasted his own cum before, and it made him
eager to find out what it was like. As he cleaned off his hand, he savoured
the salty, manly taste of the pre-cum.
    "Taste good?" Seifer asked, lifting him head from Squall's wet, sore
asshole.
    "Oh yeah," he cooed, getting up off the wet ground and crawling closer
to Seifer. "I want more," he said, going down on the taller man. He took
the whole shaft into his mouth so that he could suck away the cum left
remaining from Seifer's almighty fuck.
    "Mmm, that's really good," Seifer groaned as Squall performed his first
blowjob. "But there's no point trying to get more out of me -- I'm bone dry
now." He rolled his balls through his fingers to indicate their
emptiness. Squall stopped sucking the giant muscle and straightened up to
face his lover.
    "Still some in here though," he said, leaning forward and kissing the
beautiful man in front of him. Seifer responded happily, circling Squall's
tongue with him own so that the other man could taste the spunk left in the
corners of his mouth.
    While the deep kiss continued, Seifer moved his hand down to Squall's
raging hard dick and gave it the much needed attention it deserved. It
didn't take long for Squall to start feeling the effects of Seifer's
skilled hand and he broke away from the kiss as he threw his head back
while he grunted and groaned. A few strokes later and he spewed his thick
white load all over Seifer's face, roaring as his climax sent shockwaves
through his fit, muscular young body.
    Seifer let go of Squall's fading erection, smiling as he felt the heavy
splatter of cum on his face start to drip down to the ground. He poked his
tongue out and licked a couple of drops up, moaning his approval of the
flavour his lover's salty juice provided.
    Squall leant forward and moved his long, thick tongue over the
cum-trails that streaked across Seifer's face. He slurped up every last
drop left on Seifer's face before giving him one final kiss, sharing his
jism and mixing it with Seifer's own in the private sanctuary that existed
when their mouths connected.
    As they swallowed the last of the cum in their mouths, they finished
their long kiss. Squall fell into Seifer's broad arms, exhausted from the
incredible session. They stayed like this for a few minutes longer until
Seifer broke the tender moment.
    "I er, I've gotta go now," he nervously said, getting up off the ground
and pulling his trousers back on.
    "Are we gonna keep seeing each other?" Squall asked, somewhat unnerved
by Seifer's sudden change in mood.
    "It's probably best we don't," he replied, forcing his zip back up and
wiping his mouth free from some of the dried up jism that still lingered.
    "But why?" Squall asked, standing up and grabbing the other man's
arm. "Please tell me!"
    "Just get off of me!" Seifer ferociously snarled, swiping Squall away
and knocking him back to the ground.
    "What the hell's wrong with you? I thought you loved me!"
    "Yeah, well... I don't. I was just using you for a cheap fuck." He
leaned down and grabbed Squall by the throat. "And if you *ever* tell
anyone about what happened here then I'll kill you!" He let go of the
fallen man and turned quickly, heading straight for the exit.
    "Seifer please!" Squall pleaded, but with no luck. He watched on as the
love of his life walked away from him, just as enraged and angry as he'd
ever been. "So this is how it ends then, is it?" he said to thin air,
curling into a tight ball on the sodden ground while the clouds above
thundered and poured the rain down harder and colder than they had done in
long time. "Oh Seifer," he whispered into the bitter wind. "I don't want it
to end like this..."

But it did. As he lay in his bed, the regressed memory played hell with his
soul. He remembered the life-changing experience for the first time in
nearly a year, and it tore him up inside when he thought about how Seifer
had hated him since that day. Another small but significant fragment of
memory also surfaced in Squall's mind. As he chewed over the multiple
thoughts rushing through his head he realised that there was some
unfinished business that he needed to attend to.
    He waited until the early hours of the morning, when the sun had just
risen over the small country of Balamb. The final destination for the
mobile Garden was the original foundations from which it tore away when
Galbadia launched a missile strike at the it just a few days
previous. Squall left as soon as it had docked and settled, taking an
academy car a couple of miles west to Balamb town, a place world-renowned
for its fish, of all things. He parked the car next to the harbour and made
his way down to jetty until he reached a small, private yacht moored
there. To the side he saw a sad, lonely young man fishing in tattered
clothes. Quietly he walked down the wooden structure until he was standing
behind the solemn figure, and put a warm hand on his shoulder.
    "I heard fishing's good around here at this time of year," he said, as
casual as he could be.
    Seifer stopped momentarily, before craning his neck up to see the man
standing over him, his handsome features silhouetted by the orangey-dawn
sunlight. "What, what're *you* doing here?" he asked with a world of
disbelief striking into his heart.
    "Someone told me you were here," Squall replied, sitting down on the
jetty so he was level with Seifer. "I thought I'd stop by and see you."
    "You must hate me," Seifer scowled, lowering his head with
shame. "After all the things I've done. Especially the way I've treated
you..."
    "It wasn't your fault. Ultimecia manipulated you as she did with Edea
*and* Rinoa. If I really thought you were evil, I'd never have come down
here to see you."
    "But I am at least partially to blame. She looked into my mind and
brought all my darkest thoughts to the surface until I started acting them
out without coercion. Now try telling me I'm not responsible..."
    "Everyone has an evil side to their personality, it's only human. But
it's the people who have the strength to admit their mistakes that deserve
love and forgiveness."
    "What're you saying?" Seifer asked, this time turning to face Squall as
he spoke.
    "I remember Seifer," was all he said in reply.
    "Remember what?" Seifer dumbly answered back, half-certain of what
Squall was about to say.
    "I remember the night we first made love in the training centre. I'm
not quite sure why, but I think the memory loss caused by using GFs
repressed it deep into my subconscious."
    "Hmm," Seifer responded, a faint smile just becoming noticeable on his
dimly-lit face. He put down the fishing rod he was holding onto a stand
next to him. "It's funny," he said after a short silence, "but I always
thought the way I treated you afterwards by threatening you and then
running off made you stop caring about me."
    "I never stopped loving you, Seifer. Love isn't something that just
disappears overnight."
    "I thought it had. I was so sorry about freaking out after we'd made
love that I tried to apologise. But the next day, when I tried speaking to
you in the hall, you just blanked me as though none of it had ever
happened. I couldn't believe that you did that to me after everything you'd
said."
    "I know, I can recall it clearly now. That's when you took off for a
couple of weeks, when you went to Galbadia, right?"
    "I met Rinoa then," he sighed. "I felt so rejected by you that meeting
her seemed like a blessing, like a way to forget about you. But it didn't
work. I wasn't ever able to stop thinking about you in that way. I wanted
you back so much that I started to hate you again. I couldn't bear the way
your eyes were blank and uncaring for me. I just wanted to hurt you... It
was all my own stupid fault!"
    "That's all in the past now," Squall assured the brittle, fragmented
man next to him. He put an arm around Seifer's wide shoulders to comfort
him. "That's why I'm here for you right now," he said softly. "I remember
everything now, which is how I know you still care for me too. But most of
all Seifer, I remember how much you mean to *me*."
    "But how can we go on from here?" Seifer asked. "After all the spiteful
and cruel ways I've tormented you over the years..."
    "I'll manage. If there's one thing I've learned from the past few days,
it's that people change -- not always for the better -- but they really do
change, every day of their lives. I can see it happening in you as we
speak." He ruffled his spare hand through Seifer's messy, unkempt hair,
provoking a playful smile on the face of him lover. "And that's how we'll
get by, one day at a time."
    "And if we don't?" Seifer whispered, barely able to ask the question.
    "Then at least we'll have our memories... Besides, maybe you can teach
me how to fish."
    Seifer laughed. He laughed louder than he'd ever done in his entire
life. It was a new day, and he'd just been reacquainted with an old
love. He understood what Squall was saying about change. And he *could*
feel it inside himself, he *was* changing for the better.

                                 -The End-


Dear Whoever,

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