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Warning: This contains yaoi goodness ^_^ And for you immature morons who can't accept this then just go huddle under a damn rock and wonder why more people don't like you. This is rated R for graphic violence, possible rape, sex, and language.
Submission to be granted
Chapter 1: Remembrance
I had glared down upon the fallen lion, crimson salt entwined with the downpour of nature's lust bled into my vision and between my lips which were played by a cruel smile. I saw red as I smugly examined his face, the droplets of Shiva's tears caressing his smooth pale skin, trailing down his cheeks. I had never before felt that damn good.well, there was one other time.
However I couldn't have allowed him to die on me, bleeding out in the storm, now could I? He was so much fun after all.I dug my hand into my pocket, seizing the capsule which held the fluid to make certain my little trophy of my power would open his eyes to see my mark upon his face. Granted, he had given me a mark as well, which only proved him to be so interesting.
I flipped off the lid with my gloved thumb and with my empty hand I pried open his soft lips and poured the potion down his throat. Kneeling beside him, I noted with satisfaction that his pretty face now carried a scar even after the potions healing had taken effect. I traced a finger along my own and slightly grimaced. The ecstasy of defeating Squall Leonhart shuddered quietly then through my body and mind and I began to feel the stinging sensation across my face.
Squall, almost beneath me, tranquil in his slumber looked absolutely.beautiful. I have noticed it before of course but.I had never simply watched him before.I wondered what it would be like if he were truly beneath me, his lips quivering and tears streaking his face. Whispering his submission, weeping and begging me to stop, trying to hide his moans from my desire of him.
It was then that I fully realized my need to dominate this man.
It's now been 4 years at the Sorceress War and I'm surprised to have been allowed back into Garden at all. I sat at the cafeteria and ran a hand through my golden hair. My legs propped on the chair under the table in front of me. My emerald eyes shape his figure as he does his best to ignore everyone around him. Probably off in his own little world again.I chewed my lip, thinking of how to bring him out of his ever silent demeanor when I'm distracted by Chicken-Wuss who is scoffing down a hot dog nearby. He keeps getting closer and closer to Squall, leaning across the table. I squinted my eyes at him, piercing against that hollow chicobo head of his.
"Yo Squall! Come on man! Answer me! Tsk scrooge." the blonde fell back into his chair and shook his head. His leg brushed against Squall's to which the brunette flinched. I smiled in satisfaction of his reaction, so unwilling to be touched.he'll be more so when I'm through with my craving.
I had no idea what the Chicken-Wuss had been trying to convince Squally boy to do but I'm certain it was something stupid. I uncrossed my arms and stood menacingly. Striding over to them, I flashed my wolfish grin that tended to entice one's bodily wants. "Well well.I'm surprised you don't choke on those hot dogs Chicken-Wuss. You must've had plenty of practice swallowing." I chuckled as he instantly jumped to his feet and did that annoying 'swatting flies' routine he enjoyed doing so much. What, did he think that would frieghten me? The great Seifer Almasy!
Turning my attention to the Commander, whose silver storms were downcast, I cleared my throat for his attention which he ever-so-rudely declined. "You both are far too predictable." I stated, displeasure in my voice which even Zell could detect. Squall had yet to move or even acknowledge my presence. Perhaps a different tactic was in order.
I rested my strong hands atop the surface of the table and leaned forward, my shadow leering over him. I watched him shift uncomfortably. His silver eyes arose to meet mine and our prideful natures clashed.
He stared intently at me and I of course did not back down. Once his defenses were down.once you could get past the icy surface encasing his very being.what exactly would happen? I've managed to receive anger from him unlike anyone else.damn I'm good. He notices me before his own friends. I feel so flattered.
".Yes?" he asked in his velvet voice which rang of no emotion whatsoever.
I grinned down at him. "I knew you couldn't resist me if I was above you."
His eyes flickered questioningly, only momentarily stunned. Then he averted his eyes and announced his all to famous expression towards anything ".Whatever."
I leaned a little closer, my breath stirring his nerves. I caught one of his strands of hair between my fingers and breathed "Do you remember when we were alone in the Desert Prison? Remember how you felt then Squall.that was part of my dream you know.your shackled pride against the Knight."
Zell had to strain to hear me and had begun to lean in closer to us. I shoved his face away with my hand. Squall shot his death glare upon me and my smile widened maliciously. There's the anger and hatred, the fire of the lion that I so quenched for. I wanted to taste victory over him once more in a way that a potion or a phoenix down even cannot heal.
I happened to glance upwards and catch sight of my posse. I instantly collected myself and drew away from my life long opponent. I flashed them a winning smile and abandoned Squall in his memories and Zell in his confusion.
I faintly heard Zell's voice wonder "..The hell was that all about?"
"..." was of course the expected remark from the lion.
Warning: This contains yaoi goodness ^_^ And for you immature morons who can't accept this then just go huddle under a damn rock and wonder why more people don't like you. This is rated R for graphic violence, possible rape, sex, and language.
Submission to be granted
Chapter 1: Remembrance
I had glared down upon the fallen lion, crimson salt entwined with the downpour of nature's lust bled into my vision and between my lips which were played by a cruel smile. I saw red as I smugly examined his face, the droplets of Shiva's tears caressing his smooth pale skin, trailing down his cheeks. I had never before felt that damn good.well, there was one other time.
However I couldn't have allowed him to die on me, bleeding out in the storm, now could I? He was so much fun after all.I dug my hand into my pocket, seizing the capsule which held the fluid to make certain my little trophy of my power would open his eyes to see my mark upon his face. Granted, he had given me a mark as well, which only proved him to be so interesting.
I flipped off the lid with my gloved thumb and with my empty hand I pried open his soft lips and poured the potion down his throat. Kneeling beside him, I noted with satisfaction that his pretty face now carried a scar even after the potions healing had taken effect. I traced a finger along my own and slightly grimaced. The ecstasy of defeating Squall Leonhart shuddered quietly then through my body and mind and I began to feel the stinging sensation across my face.
Squall, almost beneath me, tranquil in his slumber looked absolutely.beautiful. I have noticed it before of course but.I had never simply watched him before.I wondered what it would be like if he were truly beneath me, his lips quivering and tears streaking his face. Whispering his submission, weeping and begging me to stop, trying to hide his moans from my desire of him.
It was then that I fully realized my need to dominate this man.
It's now been 4 years at the Sorceress War and I'm surprised to have been allowed back into Garden at all. I sat at the cafeteria and ran a hand through my golden hair. My legs propped on the chair under the table in front of me. My emerald eyes shape his figure as he does his best to ignore everyone around him. Probably off in his own little world again.I chewed my lip, thinking of how to bring him out of his ever silent demeanor when I'm distracted by Chicken-Wuss who is scoffing down a hot dog nearby. He keeps getting closer and closer to Squall, leaning across the table. I squinted my eyes at him, piercing against that hollow chicobo head of his.
"Yo Squall! Come on man! Answer me! Tsk scrooge." the blonde fell back into his chair and shook his head. His leg brushed against Squall's to which the brunette flinched. I smiled in satisfaction of his reaction, so unwilling to be touched.he'll be more so when I'm through with my craving.
I had no idea what the Chicken-Wuss had been trying to convince Squally boy to do but I'm certain it was something stupid. I uncrossed my arms and stood menacingly. Striding over to them, I flashed my wolfish grin that tended to entice one's bodily wants. "Well well.I'm surprised you don't choke on those hot dogs Chicken-Wuss. You must've had plenty of practice swallowing." I chuckled as he instantly jumped to his feet and did that annoying 'swatting flies' routine he enjoyed doing so much. What, did he think that would frieghten me? The great Seifer Almasy!
Turning my attention to the Commander, whose silver storms were downcast, I cleared my throat for his attention which he ever-so-rudely declined. "You both are far too predictable." I stated, displeasure in my voice which even Zell could detect. Squall had yet to move or even acknowledge my presence. Perhaps a different tactic was in order.
I rested my strong hands atop the surface of the table and leaned forward, my shadow leering over him. I watched him shift uncomfortably. His silver eyes arose to meet mine and our prideful natures clashed.
He stared intently at me and I of course did not back down. Once his defenses were down.once you could get past the icy surface encasing his very being.what exactly would happen? I've managed to receive anger from him unlike anyone else.damn I'm good. He notices me before his own friends. I feel so flattered.
".Yes?" he asked in his velvet voice which rang of no emotion whatsoever.
I grinned down at him. "I knew you couldn't resist me if I was above you."
His eyes flickered questioningly, only momentarily stunned. Then he averted his eyes and announced his all to famous expression towards anything ".Whatever."
I leaned a little closer, my breath stirring his nerves. I caught one of his strands of hair between my fingers and breathed "Do you remember when we were alone in the Desert Prison? Remember how you felt then Squall.that was part of my dream you know.your shackled pride against the Knight."
Zell had to strain to hear me and had begun to lean in closer to us. I shoved his face away with my hand. Squall shot his death glare upon me and my smile widened maliciously. There's the anger and hatred, the fire of the lion that I so quenched for. I wanted to taste victory over him once more in a way that a potion or a phoenix down even cannot heal.
I happened to glance upwards and catch sight of my posse. I instantly collected myself and drew away from my life long opponent. I flashed them a winning smile and abandoned Squall in his memories and Zell in his confusion.
I faintly heard Zell's voice wonder "..The hell was that all about?"
"..." was of course the expected remark from the lion.