The Seifer Theory~ The Prize

Chapter written by, well I guess she didn't want me to say so I'll leave it up to the reader to guess by the tip at the end... now i feel cruel...

I feel his lips on my neck and the lightning shot of ecstasy runs through my veins, setting my blood on fire. He tastes the flesh, taking it between his teeth for a moment and I know the mark on my arm is not the only one I have gained this night.

I feel like a rag doll. I have to comply with what he tells me to do, as he pulls my tank top up over my head and exposes my bare chest to the cool air of the room. He rains kisses upon my chest as he pushes me onto the bed, one hand already moving to the drawstring of my shorts. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.

He stands up for a second as he drops his coat and that blue cross vest, the light tan of his bare torso stark above the dark jeans he wears.

“Up Dincht.” He whispers. I do as he commands. I passed his test and now he is as much as my commander as Squall, if not more so… Only now, as my knees threaten to give out on me do I realise that I’m trembling, as scared as a rabbit caught in the headlights.

And Seifer, ever the predator, senses my fear. And from the faint smirk on his lips I can tell that he likes it.

He grabs me by the shoulder, so hard I can feel his fingernails dig into the flesh, and pulls me to him, catching my lips in a hard kiss. He bites my lower lip hard enough to draw blood and I gasp, opening my mouth and allowing his tongue to slip inside. His other hand moves down over my bare chest to the waistband of my shorts and they finally fall to the floor.

He stares at me when he breaks off the kiss. And I am suddenly lost in the blue green of his eyes. He takes my already hard sex into his hand and begins to pump mercilessly. And just as I am on the verge of orgasm he stops and swings me around, kicking my feet apart a little. I’m still shaking.



His fingers tease my opening, and I feel his sex against my thigh for a heart wrenching moment. With a quick thrust he enters me…, pausing for a lingering moment before bucking against me, into me….. and I’m begging for more already, asking him to take me harder.

The sex is like music.

His hand wraps itself around my shaft, pumping me mercilessly, and I call out his name as I reach orgasm.



He soon follows, and he moans “Zell….” as he snaps into me, our bodies moving as one… In the fragile warmth of the room I am lost in his arms, and he is lost in mine.



It was my name on his lips, no other… and I love him for it….






Bonus Author notes. Can you guess who wrote some of this? I’ll give you a clue, I’m userid=51692

*she's so modest, i liked it the way it was, and didn't change a thing. it didn't need it. it fit so well, better than what i could do. so, i'd really rather put her name on this but i guess she didn't want me to. so, i guess this is the end... i dont know what else to do with this.*