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Title: The aftermath
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: 484
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.
He found himself trembling.
Seifer's weight on him, pleasant despite restricting his breathing a little, was a great comfort. It made everything seem real and tangible, less distorted by the aftermath of his release. Like the way he felt when Seifer touched his hand or his cheek.
He could feel the crackle of magic in the air, the power of it making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Ultimecia was watching, seeing how her spell had worked. Without his own sorceress reachable anymore, every fibre of Squall's being urged him to recoil from that strangely threatening sensation and hide behind Seifer. After all Seifer was the only one who could protect him from the sorceress.
He resisted. Squall hated showing any sign of weakness in front of the sorceress, especially when Seifer was with him. He hated showing weakness in front of Seifer even more - the old feelings of rivalry were hard to kick. Especially when Seifer was there all the time.
"I wonder if it worked," Seifer murmured softly. His fingers traced along Squall's side, down to his hip, lightly enough to make Squall shudder again. His voice was distant, almost dreamy – the evening had been good and Seifer was already nearing the post coital snooze part of the session. Later he’d wake up hungry, probably coax Squall into joining him in the bath to unwind for a while as they snacked and return to bed just to kiss and cuddle and… whatever.
“Part of me wants it to. Part of me doesn’t,” Squall admitted quietly. There was no point in lying to his master and lover, he’d never been able to lie to Seifer and sleeping with him hadn’t changed that.
Lifting himself on one elbow, Seifer looked down at him with a frown. “You’re scared.”
“Of course I am.”
“I won’t go anywhere. I’ll be right here with you all the time – and I’ll look after you,” he promised. Squall knew it was a promise when Seifer’s hand searched out his own, squeezing his fingers gently beneath the covers. He did the same thing every time Squall was scared or even just wary. When he was being difficult, Seifer played with his hair instead. “You can do this baby.”
Closing his eyes, Squall nodded. He could. That didn’t mean he wasn’t scared, or that he could stop being scared just because Seifer had said that. Ultimecia’s presence was fading. He suspected the fact that she wasn’t continuing to watch signified that she was content – in other words, her spell had worked. If Seifer had noticed it, he would have said something. The way he’d spoken, he just hadn’t – so Squall nodded, and pulled Seifer back down to rest. That way he didn’t have to keep up the façade, he could let the brave face fade.
He was scared. That wasn’t going to change just yet.
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: 484
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.
He found himself trembling.
Seifer's weight on him, pleasant despite restricting his breathing a little, was a great comfort. It made everything seem real and tangible, less distorted by the aftermath of his release. Like the way he felt when Seifer touched his hand or his cheek.
He could feel the crackle of magic in the air, the power of it making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Ultimecia was watching, seeing how her spell had worked. Without his own sorceress reachable anymore, every fibre of Squall's being urged him to recoil from that strangely threatening sensation and hide behind Seifer. After all Seifer was the only one who could protect him from the sorceress.
He resisted. Squall hated showing any sign of weakness in front of the sorceress, especially when Seifer was with him. He hated showing weakness in front of Seifer even more - the old feelings of rivalry were hard to kick. Especially when Seifer was there all the time.
"I wonder if it worked," Seifer murmured softly. His fingers traced along Squall's side, down to his hip, lightly enough to make Squall shudder again. His voice was distant, almost dreamy – the evening had been good and Seifer was already nearing the post coital snooze part of the session. Later he’d wake up hungry, probably coax Squall into joining him in the bath to unwind for a while as they snacked and return to bed just to kiss and cuddle and… whatever.
“Part of me wants it to. Part of me doesn’t,” Squall admitted quietly. There was no point in lying to his master and lover, he’d never been able to lie to Seifer and sleeping with him hadn’t changed that.
Lifting himself on one elbow, Seifer looked down at him with a frown. “You’re scared.”
“Of course I am.”
“I won’t go anywhere. I’ll be right here with you all the time – and I’ll look after you,” he promised. Squall knew it was a promise when Seifer’s hand searched out his own, squeezing his fingers gently beneath the covers. He did the same thing every time Squall was scared or even just wary. When he was being difficult, Seifer played with his hair instead. “You can do this baby.”
Closing his eyes, Squall nodded. He could. That didn’t mean he wasn’t scared, or that he could stop being scared just because Seifer had said that. Ultimecia’s presence was fading. He suspected the fact that she wasn’t continuing to watch signified that she was content – in other words, her spell had worked. If Seifer had noticed it, he would have said something. The way he’d spoken, he just hadn’t – so Squall nodded, and pulled Seifer back down to rest. That way he didn’t have to keep up the façade, he could let the brave face fade.
He was scared. That wasn’t going to change just yet.
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