Final Fantasy: Something Missing

Different

Brown lashes flickered into consciousness. The comfort of a soft bed and sheets surrounding him. Pulling his body up a small grunt escaped, their body tensing at the sore feeling between their legs. Brows knitted with confusion he whispered a "what," sitting back completely, wincing again.

Looking down, he saw himself bare, with nothing but thin sheets. Hands coming down for the silken white fabric Squall pulled it over to cover himself unknowingly pulling them off a much larger blonde, the male filching as the light hit him. Hearing the man grunt, the lion's attention shifted, green meeting blue.

The blonde, noticing the confused kitten, smiled wide, pulling himself to sit up as well. The covers fully fell to reveal up to his v-line. "Morning," he purred, seeing the brunet tense and pull the sheets higher to cover himself, Leonhart's face flushing a little.

Squall, "S-sei-"

Almasy, "it wasn't a dream princess." He quickly cut off, his arm reaching to drag the smaller male over his lap, pulling the covers off so to let the head of his morning wood press against the others abused ass.

Seifer, "this was in you, last night... In the bath." he edged closer to the now pink tinged ears. "Over and over again." Seifer could feel the fighter begin to shudder, a slight gasp escaping them.

Squall, "Seifer?" They questioned, and he pulled back to see a very lost look to the man.

Snickering a little, he moved the male to properly sit on his lap. His member pressed against their ass still. "Yes?" he could see the other debate, timid eyes looking up. Shifting uncomfortably with the hard-on behind him.

Squall, "why? Why did you have sex with me..." The brunet inquired.

The blonde lifted his brow. "Why? To be honest, I don't entirely know... It wasn't just because I wanted to get laid though," his hands came up to play with brown locks. "I always wanted to fuck you Squall... That and I do know you're important to me to an extent." He halfway confessed.

Leonhart was both confused and possibly disturbed. The last thing Seifer wanted was to confess that he wanted the brunet, just to get rejected... The man barely understood kissing yet wanted to do so much more with Seifer... But the key reason?

He was buzzed.

Leonhart, nodding his head, looked up into the intense green. The odd emotions he saw were unreadable. "So... We had sex. What does it make us now? Rivals and friends don't do that." He asserted, trying to find their new standing point.

Seifer shrugged. "Well, if it only happens once, we could still say those two titles, or we can keep doing it when we feel like it and acquire the title sex friends."

Sterling silver narrowed. "No thanks on that title," he mumbled, pulling himself off and over the bed edge. "Where can I get new clothes? You covered yesterdays' with alcohol." Snickering was heard, making Squall take on a more soured pout.

That expression registered to Seifer in the oddest of ways. It was beyond cute how pout lips formed together and those thin brown brows lowered with obvious distaste. Smiling widely, Seifer moved, getting up as he began walking to his closet, waving his hand for the other to follow.

As Almasy made his way to the far-off door, he did not miss stormy hues trailing down his robust figure, the owner biting their lip before looking back up to follow him.

Seifer felt himself smirk. (Looks like even without alcohol I can still get lucky... Nice.) He mentally noted.

He knew that dating the lion was impossible, but bedding him and keeping him in his grasp to some extent, that was easy. After all, who in their right mind denied having sex with him?