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Title: An Honest Question
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: 540
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.
The door opened.
Squall slipped into the suite exactly 59 minutes after Seifer had left him, closing the door behind him with a click. Immediately, Seifer was at his side, taking his arm gently and steering him towards their large bathroom.
Squall looked up at him, confusion lingering in his dark blue eyes. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to help you relax a little.”
Confused by the seemingly all too sudden change in his master’s demeanour, Squall allowed himself to be guided. In the large bathroom he found the tub already filled. There was a sweet scent in the air, something he didn’t quite recognise but liked all the same. At the edge of the tub, Seifer began to undress him slowly, pressing soft kisses to those sensitive areas that he knew of all too well. It wasn’t quite sexual… just sensual.
He liked it. As perverse as that felt in his head, he liked it.
Seifer nuzzled against his neck when he was at last naked, whispering “hold on to me.”
As soon as he obeyed the order, Squall was lifted gently and placed into the warm, sweet scented water.
“Stay there, I’ll get in behind you.”
Squall almost whined at the thought of Seifer joining him but held his tongue. Seifer had agreed to no sex and he wouldn’t push Squall. At least, not while in his current state. When it was all over, the gloves would be off again.
At last Seifer slid in behind him, pulling Squall back gently to rest against his chest. Almost immediately the blond knight began to cleanse him gently with a soft, wet cloth. It seemed to soothe away all the aches and pains he’d had building for months just as easily as cleaning the skin of dirt and Hyne it felt good.
“Squall?” Seifer tried, and Squall half turned his head to show he was listening. “Does that feel any better?”
Squall hummed in appreciation, nodding. “Yes. Thank you.”
Seifer kissed Squall’s shoulder gently. “You’re so tense, are you scared?”
Silent for a moment, Squall opened his eyes, not entirely sure when he’d closed them. “I am. Sometimes. I don’t know why she wants you to have a child and that scares me. I don’t know how to take care of a kid…”
“In case something happens to me. That’s why she wants me to have a kid.”
Tensing beneath Seifer’s touch, Squall pulled away suddenly and turned to look at him. “You…. You know that?”
“She knows she can’t break you, though why she thinks she could break any kid sired and raised by the two of us I have no idea,” Seifer softly, gently touching Squall’s cheek. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not planning on letting anything take me away from you and our child, Squall.”
Squall found himself shaking, his eyes closing as he simply tried to deal with what his master had said. “Seifer…”
Noticing at last the tremble to Squall’s voice, Seifer embraced him gently, coaxing his lover into his lap just to hold him. “What is it?”
“Are you broken?”
Kissing Squall’s hair, squeezing him as tight as he dared, Seifer rocked him gently. “To be honest Squall, I’m not even sure myself anymore.”
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: 540
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.
The door opened.
Squall slipped into the suite exactly 59 minutes after Seifer had left him, closing the door behind him with a click. Immediately, Seifer was at his side, taking his arm gently and steering him towards their large bathroom.
Squall looked up at him, confusion lingering in his dark blue eyes. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to help you relax a little.”
Confused by the seemingly all too sudden change in his master’s demeanour, Squall allowed himself to be guided. In the large bathroom he found the tub already filled. There was a sweet scent in the air, something he didn’t quite recognise but liked all the same. At the edge of the tub, Seifer began to undress him slowly, pressing soft kisses to those sensitive areas that he knew of all too well. It wasn’t quite sexual… just sensual.
He liked it. As perverse as that felt in his head, he liked it.
Seifer nuzzled against his neck when he was at last naked, whispering “hold on to me.”
As soon as he obeyed the order, Squall was lifted gently and placed into the warm, sweet scented water.
“Stay there, I’ll get in behind you.”
Squall almost whined at the thought of Seifer joining him but held his tongue. Seifer had agreed to no sex and he wouldn’t push Squall. At least, not while in his current state. When it was all over, the gloves would be off again.
At last Seifer slid in behind him, pulling Squall back gently to rest against his chest. Almost immediately the blond knight began to cleanse him gently with a soft, wet cloth. It seemed to soothe away all the aches and pains he’d had building for months just as easily as cleaning the skin of dirt and Hyne it felt good.
“Squall?” Seifer tried, and Squall half turned his head to show he was listening. “Does that feel any better?”
Squall hummed in appreciation, nodding. “Yes. Thank you.”
Seifer kissed Squall’s shoulder gently. “You’re so tense, are you scared?”
Silent for a moment, Squall opened his eyes, not entirely sure when he’d closed them. “I am. Sometimes. I don’t know why she wants you to have a child and that scares me. I don’t know how to take care of a kid…”
“In case something happens to me. That’s why she wants me to have a kid.”
Tensing beneath Seifer’s touch, Squall pulled away suddenly and turned to look at him. “You…. You know that?”
“She knows she can’t break you, though why she thinks she could break any kid sired and raised by the two of us I have no idea,” Seifer softly, gently touching Squall’s cheek. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not planning on letting anything take me away from you and our child, Squall.”
Squall found himself shaking, his eyes closing as he simply tried to deal with what his master had said. “Seifer…”
Noticing at last the tremble to Squall’s voice, Seifer embraced him gently, coaxing his lover into his lap just to hold him. “What is it?”
“Are you broken?”
Kissing Squall’s hair, squeezing him as tight as he dared, Seifer rocked him gently. “To be honest Squall, I’m not even sure myself anymore.”
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