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Title: The proposal
Description: Mpreg arc. I wrote this for Race's birthday, and it kept growing... and growing... Warning for MPreg, of course. Set in a world where time compression didn't end, and Squall's team failed in their battle against Ultimecia.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 562
Notes: Drabbles/ficlets tend to be written at work, so they're not as lucid as some of my writing. They're also completely unbeta'd unless otherwise stated, please forgive this.
"Making me your toy isn't enough for you?" Squall spat, his tone almost venomous. He backed away from Seifer slowly, careful as he backed up on the bed. He glanced from side to side as soon as his back found the old iron headboard, looking for a way out. There was none, the door was charmed to let only Seifer open it, and the window was too high for him to use.
Seifer sat on the very end of the bed. There, he couldn't quite reach Squall - a measured gesture to make his lover feel safe. He recognized the faint panic, the way he looked for an opportunity to get away from the pressure. "Squall... you've been in my care for a year-"
"Seventeen months."
"Hyne, is it really that long?" Seifer chuckled to himself, offering an arm. "Come here. I'm not going to force you if you don't want to do this."
Tentatively, crawling on hands and knees through the mess of pillows on the bed and picking his path carefully, Squall approached Seifer. He stopped short, still too angry to crawl into his master's arms just yet. He was scowling, his fingers tightening on the loose cover of the bed beneath him as soon as he paused. "I don't want to do it. Its weird enough being your pet without... that."
With a sigh, Seifer let his arm fall away. No sooner than he did that, Squall lay down, curling on his side with his head resting beside Seifer's hand. The stubborn little thing was making Seifer do the work. Seifer couldn't help but chuckle at that.
He stroked Squall's hair slowly. The long, chocolate brown strands tumbled through his fingers and fell to hide Squall's storm grey eyes. "It’s... I need an heir. Ultimecia has made that clear and even offered the means to have you provide one," he paused, brushing Squall's hair back again so he could gauge his lover's reaction. "If you don't want to, I won't make you, but I will have to take another lover to do it."
It was manipulative. Seifer was well aware that Squall was in love with him even if he hadn't admitted it aloud. Not while he was awake anyway. Still, Squall did not share well, especially the things that he really cared about. It was cruel to push Squall into something he didn't want by using his own possessiveness and his fear of losing Seifer, but it was necessary.
Squall shivered. Seifer felt like a heel for a moment until he sighed too heavily and rolled onto his back, squirming closer until he could rest his head on Seifer’s thigh. It was adorable. The little odd traits that Seifer’s love and the control charm Ultimecia had woven into the collar that he wore occasionally gave Squall the sweetest air. Sometimes he was more like a real pet than a lover. Sometimes he was all ice and anger. Seifer loved every mood, every chance he got to find something new about his lover to care for.
“Can I think about it?” he asked softly. So that little wiggle had been deliberate, to make Seifer yield. Still, his request meant that he would at least consider it.
“I’ll give you two days. Then I’m going to need your answer.”
Pausing for just a moment, Squall nodded his assent. “Two days.”
Description: Mpreg arc. I wrote this for Race's birthday, and it kept growing... and growing... Warning for MPreg, of course. Set in a world where time compression didn't end, and Squall's team failed in their battle against Ultimecia.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 562
Notes: Drabbles/ficlets tend to be written at work, so they're not as lucid as some of my writing. They're also completely unbeta'd unless otherwise stated, please forgive this.
"Making me your toy isn't enough for you?" Squall spat, his tone almost venomous. He backed away from Seifer slowly, careful as he backed up on the bed. He glanced from side to side as soon as his back found the old iron headboard, looking for a way out. There was none, the door was charmed to let only Seifer open it, and the window was too high for him to use.
Seifer sat on the very end of the bed. There, he couldn't quite reach Squall - a measured gesture to make his lover feel safe. He recognized the faint panic, the way he looked for an opportunity to get away from the pressure. "Squall... you've been in my care for a year-"
"Seventeen months."
"Hyne, is it really that long?" Seifer chuckled to himself, offering an arm. "Come here. I'm not going to force you if you don't want to do this."
Tentatively, crawling on hands and knees through the mess of pillows on the bed and picking his path carefully, Squall approached Seifer. He stopped short, still too angry to crawl into his master's arms just yet. He was scowling, his fingers tightening on the loose cover of the bed beneath him as soon as he paused. "I don't want to do it. Its weird enough being your pet without... that."
With a sigh, Seifer let his arm fall away. No sooner than he did that, Squall lay down, curling on his side with his head resting beside Seifer's hand. The stubborn little thing was making Seifer do the work. Seifer couldn't help but chuckle at that.
He stroked Squall's hair slowly. The long, chocolate brown strands tumbled through his fingers and fell to hide Squall's storm grey eyes. "It’s... I need an heir. Ultimecia has made that clear and even offered the means to have you provide one," he paused, brushing Squall's hair back again so he could gauge his lover's reaction. "If you don't want to, I won't make you, but I will have to take another lover to do it."
It was manipulative. Seifer was well aware that Squall was in love with him even if he hadn't admitted it aloud. Not while he was awake anyway. Still, Squall did not share well, especially the things that he really cared about. It was cruel to push Squall into something he didn't want by using his own possessiveness and his fear of losing Seifer, but it was necessary.
Squall shivered. Seifer felt like a heel for a moment until he sighed too heavily and rolled onto his back, squirming closer until he could rest his head on Seifer’s thigh. It was adorable. The little odd traits that Seifer’s love and the control charm Ultimecia had woven into the collar that he wore occasionally gave Squall the sweetest air. Sometimes he was more like a real pet than a lover. Sometimes he was all ice and anger. Seifer loved every mood, every chance he got to find something new about his lover to care for.
“Can I think about it?” he asked softly. So that little wiggle had been deliberate, to make Seifer yield. Still, his request meant that he would at least consider it.
“I’ll give you two days. Then I’m going to need your answer.”
Pausing for just a moment, Squall nodded his assent. “Two days.”
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