Disclaimer. *sigh* They aren’t mine. If they were mine, I’d make a game with alllllll the bishies in. and Rinoa… so Sephy could do her what he did to Aeris and they do to each other what they do in this chapter... :D

Warnings. Unless I get some major bribe… this isn’t gonna turn out to be a Squall screws Tifa/Rinoa/Aeris/any other gal fic (unless you wanna joke about Sephy’s long hair). And there isn’t enough money in the world to make me do that. So bishies doing bishies, YAOI, beds and crash mats. Oh, and carpet burns that aren’t from a carpet. Beware. I’m here to twist your minds. And this is just the beginning.

Dedicated To Xineko. Beta-reader, artist, great writer and all round inspiration. As promised, it will get kinkier.

Nights in white satin

Part three.

*NB.* This chapter was written whilst listening to the song “Insatiable” By Darren Hayes. So you have an idea of what that is, this is the chorus and second verse. I don’t own it either.

Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable

The moonlight plays upon your skin
A kiss that lingers takes me in
I fall asleep inside of you
There are no words
There's only truth
Breathe in Breathe out
There is no sound
We move together up and down
We levitate our bodies soar
Our feet don't even touch the floor
And nobody knows you like I do
The world doesn't understand
But I grow stronger in your hands

Half illuminated by the demonic flare of the setting sun as he sat at the window, Squall’s profile was nothing short of astounding.  He looked as a fallen angel would: beautiful and almost untouchable.

“We shouldn’t carry on like this,” Sephiroth spoke quietly from the shadows, “they’ll think I’m taking advantage of you.”

“You are - but I’m not complaining.” A small smile flashed before it was gone, as quickly as it had appeared.

Five days had passed since their encounter during the war games.  They had met every night since then, and with each hour they spent together, Sephiroth found himself falling even more in love with the quiet young man.  “Doesn’t Cloud ask where you go every night?”

Squall laughed softly, “He’s occupied.”  With a sigh, he looked up to the silver haired general. “What about if I actually get into SOLDIER? Would they accept us then?”

“Us?” Sephiroth crossed to the bed and sat beside Squall, taking the brunette’s hand into his own, “You haven’t said ‘us’ before.  Why say it now?”

“Because,” he answered honestly, meeting Sephiroth’s gaze with half-lidded eyes, “I think I love you.”

The corners of Sephiroth’s mouth pulled into a smile.  He cupped Squall’s cheek with a cool hand, trailing kisses from the other cheek to where moist lips awaited, sweetly patient.  “I think I love you, too…” Sephiroth whispered.

Squall smiled into the kiss, eagerly accepting the invasion of Sephiroth’s tongue and meeting it with his own.  They pulled away from each other once more, Sephiroth threading his hands into feather soft hair and gazing lustfully into Squall’s eyes, before submitting to the desire to kiss the younger man again.

Strong hands reached up to Squall’s neck as he moaned softly at the teasingly light movements moving from shoulder, to neck, to chin; then moving back to his ear lobe.  “When did you do this?” Sephiroth asked, finding a red stud piercing his lover’s ear.

“When I was younger.”

Studying the small piece of jewellery, Sephiroth touched it, shocked by the chilly tingle from the small crimson stone.  “Materia?”

“Shiva summon; it was my mother’s.”

“Shiva, for my cold one…”

Squall wrinkled his nose in faint distaste, “Don’t call me that.”

“But you are cold,” the general said with a grin, “and I enjoy warming you up so much.”

He kissed Squall hard, forcing the brunette back on the bed.  His fingers danced over the buttons of Squall’s shirt, pushing the fabric aside to expose the pale flesh beneath it, like revealing the most perfect pearl from a dark, rough shell.

The general’s hands moved down to the waist of Squall’s tight jeans, lingering for just a moment before flicking open the button.  The grey-blue eyes of the cadet flickered closed with a soft sigh, turning to the faintest murmur of pleasure as he felt Sephiroth place a tender kiss upon his stomach.   A tremulous butterfly in his chest, Squall’s heart fluttered; “Sephiroth…” he gasped.

“Yes Squall?” the general responded to his lover, returning to stare into the stormy orbs parted by a faded scar.

Squall lifted one hand, touching the hard lines of Sephiroth’s collarbone with shaking fingers, stroking the long curl of fine silvery hair that tumbled over his pale, naked shoulder.  These ministrations enticed the remainder to tumble down in a silver cascade, forming a lustrous ice-coloured curtain surrounding them: their own little world of frost and body heat.  Squall pulled his superior officer down into a swift embrace.

Sephiroth smiled and brushed his nose against Squall’s before moving back down, teasing Squall’s jeans down over his hips, exposing the smooth paleness of his thighs.   Silk skin already hot with desire, Squall eagerly kicked off the pants when the general bade him to do so.

Squall’s sex strained against Sephiroth’s strong fingertips as he traced them down from the head to the base, lingering with teasing tenderness.  The sensation of a tongue sliding between yielded the faint sound of breath caught in anticipation and fulfilled longing.

He felt himself being drawn leisurely into Sephiroth’s mouth, slick fervour banishing the brunette’s thoughts to the wind, captured by his body’s primal reaction.

Fingers murmured across pale flanks, ripping the orgasm from the younger man.  Squall’s only cry was a whispered declaration of his lover’s name; the dull flame in his belly grew in violence and intensity, reaching a blinding crescendo.  He came; hips blindly thrusting into an appreciative mouth.

Allowing the younger man a few moments to recover and gather his thoughts, Sephiroth moved so he lay lightly over the younger man, staring into those beautiful features that set his heart aflame.

“Squall,” he whispered, and the young man’s eyes immediately snapped open, gazing upwards.

“Yes?”

A deft finger moved down between the tight thighs of the brunette, persuading them apart, tracing swirling circles down across the muscular hindquarters, “Let me make love to you.”

He nodded slowly, eyes betraying his eagerness.  The silver haired man reached into the low cabinet beside the bed, disclosing a small tube of lubricant.

Sephiroth felt a faint smile touch his lips as he sought and found the small opening to Squall’s body.  Pushing one slick finger into the tight muscle and hearing the sharp intake of breath at his intrusion, the silver-haired man kissed away the tear that formed in the corner of Squall’s eye.  “This isn’t your first,” he stated simply.

Squall looked up with half-lidded eyes, “Does it matter that it’s not?”  In answer to the question, Sephiroth moved a second finger to join the first, eliciting an indistinct moan of pleasure.  Finally, the Mako-infused general pushed his sex into Squall’s body; instinctively, the brunette wrapped his legs around him.

The first strokes were slow and sensual, allowing Squall time to adjust to the feel of his invasion.  With each thrust, his movements became more impassioned; Sephiroth penetrating deeper into the willing body beneath him, drawing himself almost to the point of withdrawal before moving inwards again.

Hands smoothing over porcelain hips to steady himself, hair like mercury in the hour of twilight, he looked like one of Shiva’s brethren, just as cold and twice as deadly; and Squall, lost in his lucent emerald gaze, had never had his breath taken away quite so effectively.

Pale fingers twisted in cold cotton sheets as Squall cried out his name softly, over and over, his whole body tightening as he reached his second climax.  On the wings of Squall’s orgasm, Sephiroth came into the body that tightened automatically around him. 

The pounding of his heart in his chest slowed and he pulled away from Squall, lying down beside him and enfolding the smaller man in his embrace; and they both slept, content in each other’s arms.

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Cloud’s lithe young body glistened in the dim lights of the training room, the sword set easily in his hands and moving like an extension of his self, cutting silver arcs through the air.  He switched his grip and thrust forwards in a jab that would have be a killing blow on his invisible opponent, if it were a little more powerful.

“Pretty good,” a male voice said, and the blonde turned.

“SOLDIER Zack!” he said in surprise, sheathing his sword and bowing, on instinct. 

“Screw the formalities Strife, there’s no one to berate you here.”  They had been introduced a few days earlier, when Zack arrived to help out in some of the classes as part of his SOLDIER qualification.  “Who taught you that last jab?”

“Instructor Shin,” Cloud said meekly.

The dark haired man rolled his eyes, “He’s still teaching? Shit, I thought they would have fired him for incompetence by now. Draw your sword again.”  Cloud did as he was asked and Zack moved behind him, “Now, switch your grip more like this, so you rest the palm of your hand on the bottom of the hilt.”  Zack’s strong hands manipulated Cloud’s into the position he described, “Thrust.”

Cloud took a moment to wish Zack’s words were a little more carefully chosen, and his hips weren’t brushing quite so close to his butt; then moved as he had asked.

“See? The movement’s stiffer, and more damaging,” Zack grinned as Cloud turned to him.

“You trying to have all those double meanings, or what?” the blonde asked with a frown.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“I mean that you’re flirting with me.”

“So?”

“So.” Cloud repeated lightly pushing Zack away from himself, “Don’t take on what you can’t handle,” then spun on his heel and walked towards the door.

“I’d handle you any day,” Zack called.  Cloud looked back and found himself face to face with the ‘SOLDIER: Second Class’.

“How did you do that?”

“You have to be able to move silently, to surprise your enemy.”

“Care to prove you can handle me?”

Zack’s lips curved in the faintest image of a smirk, “I thought you’d never ask…”

He backed the blonde up to a crash mat in one corner of the room, forcing him down onto the rough canvas and kissing him roughly.  Cloud kissed back eagerly, hungry for this attention.

Zack’s hands traced down over Clouds naked chest, pulling at the hard buds of the nipples and eliciting moans of desire from the young man before moving down to the waist of his trousers. Zack instructed him to remove them, and quickly followed suit, taking a moment to coat his already hard sex with the contents of a small bottle.

He turned Cloud onto his stomach, pulling him roughly up onto his knees and whispered harshly into his ear: “This is gonna hurt a little, but I promise it gets better.”  Cloud nodded, spiked blonde hair swaying.

Zack forced his sex into the tight opening of the blonde’s small body, and Cloud almost bit his tongue in two trying not to scream.  The hot fingers of Zack’s hand moved to encompass Cloud’s sex and stroking it with careful dexterity, trying to take his thoughts away from this painful intrusion.

When Cloud’s body began to relax around him, Zack thrust carefully forward.  When only moans of pleasure could be heard, he moved faster, moving his hand faster, as well.

“Harder…” Cloud begged him with a voice not his own, too filled with desire and need for the sweet sixteen-year-old body it emanated from.

Zack could only obey, feeling muscles tense around him and release, as he forced himself to the hilt into the cadet, as hard as he could and as fast as he could.

Finally the blonde arched his back and his hips bucked beneath the dark haired man, and seed spilling across the fingers that enclosed his sex.

Only long enough to say “Cloud” later, with a few token thrusts Zack came into the gloriously tight body surrounding him.  They both collapsed, completely spent, onto the coarse cloth of the mat.

A few minutes later, Cloud examined his knees, coming to the wise conclusion, “Carpet burns are no fun.”

Zack just had to point out that they weren’t carpet burns if you weren’t on a carpet.

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The golden-haired man moved back, away from Squall, his face bloody and his eyes burning with rage.  Cure materia glowed in his fingertips as it closed the cut, and the man turned away.

“No one will want you now, ugly little fuck.  Your face will scar worse than mine,” the blonde tossed his head arrogantly, “I should kill you where you stand, but it’ll be more tortuous for you to live like the ugly little bastard that you are.”

Squall fell to his knees, already faint with the loss of blood and whispered one word of contempt…

“Seifer.”

 …before blacking out as ten-year-old Cloud Strife screamed.

***

He sat bolt upright, his heart pounding loudly in his ears and his chest burning, coffee-brown hair plastered against his forehead.  On reflex, he lifted a hand to the old scar: a permanent reminder on his visage, cutting down from his forehead over his nose and into his cheek.  Realising it had long since healed, he breathed a sigh of relief and tried to calm himself.

“Squall?” Sephiroth whispered, kneeling up to meet him, pulling him into his warm arms and curling one hand against the cool flesh of Squall's cheek.  “You okay? What is it?”

“Just a bad dream…” he replied quietly; then added silently: ‘…I hope.’

A/n.

Pixie is gonna kill me…. Oh well. Sorry I made Seifer a sadistic bugger again. Not too much plot this time, but lots of sex to satisfy Xi’s Zell muse. Were you satisfied Zell muse? I hope so… Look forward to more of the same, but kinkier. I’m also gonna go in to the details of Squall and Cloud’s relationship soon too. Thanks for reading, and I hope you review again.

Julie: Thank you so much. I’m glad you liked it.

Syvia: No complaints here either, but some people just don’t know a good thing when they see it. So I have to warn them.

Pixie518: Misery’s Son. Read it. Today. Thankies and glad you liked it. Hope you enjoyed this too.

Kirachan: Warm fuzzy hugs to you! Thanks.

Sephy: Is this lemony enough?

Lauren: I’m up to ten pages and counting. I’ll mail you with it so you can read it before I post it.

Demon’s Gate: More lemon. You like? I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of them doing THAT to each other either… Read Laddie Marmalade and talk DG into posting more.

Xineko: Joy to beta… Joy to write too. Read Xi’s Fic Out. It’s astounding. Glad you like your fic.

KNW: Your wish is my command.

Yaoifantasy: Not last love. First love. I’m not sure but I think he’s had one more… That will be decided by the Squall muse. (squall muse: Let me sleep, I’m tired after THAT!)

Nakiko: I love your work and I mean it. I think you have wonderful potential and your fics are so refreshing. Now when can I see more of Ignorance?

Warrior of Darkness: Thankies. Nice to know I inspire such… exuberance. ^_^

DemonRyu: *snuggles Sephy too* Lovely isn’t he? (Sephy muse: *is snuggled* Hey, I could get used to this attention)

Return of Yagami Iori: He is a must, but he’s a naughty boy. *shrugs* One of these days I’ll write a good Seifer fic.

Silver Wing: Was this yum too?

Keiko-sama: Lemony enough?

Hybrid: I try my best.

White mind: Cute bishies in compromising positions is right up there with compromising situations ne?

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