Laguna Loire was hard at work. He was also squirming. He hadn't stopped moving in twenty-eight minutes. His blue button-down shirt, discreetly embroidered with the seal of his office, hung half untucked from his loose trousers. There were no rings on his fingers, no known piercings, no adornment other than the dogtags around his neck. Bright, intense eyes framed by long, dark hair. A delectable neck, lined faintly with age but soft to the touch. Wiry muscle tone still shaped the presidential attire. And there were at least seventeen ways to divest aforementioned president from said attire. No, eighteen.

"That is really distracting, you know..."

Squall Leonhart shrugged. He'd arrived nearly an hour ago, and had done nothing but stare at Laguna. Squall never got to inspect Laguna in public.

"Okay, okay, I'm finished!" Laguna pushed the papers away, smudging the newly inked corrections. "Now what do you want?"

"I think that would be rather obvious." Flirting. Squall had never done it before, not really. The closest he'd come was bantering with Zell. And whatever things he and Seifer had done, flirting had not been one of them.

Laguna nearly tripped over the desk on his way to the couch. Squall had little warning before he latched on his mouth. They'd found, on previous trysts, that they both loved to make out. There was nothing quite like kneading each other's ass and feeling up and down each other's chest, all while finding more ways to jam their tongue down each other's throat.

Laguna was almost pliant this time, less hesitation in his movements. That narrowing gap was what made it easier. Squall now thought nothing of using his precious leave to travel to Galbadia. Here, so close, with that familiar scent around him, talkative lips so willingly silenced... the tightness encircling his chest drifted into his awareness, like old training weights recalled only at the point of fatigue. That night... he'd almost escaped...

Then Laguna pulled away. "Ah, damn it."

Squall blinked. He knew he'd locked the door-- ah. "It's spasming again?"

A scowl darkened Laguna's face as he propped the offending knee up. "Stupid piece of shit."

"Shut up." Squall eased between Laguna's legs and began massaging the leg. Laguna sighed, leaning on the younger man.

"Sorry about that."

"Whatever." Squall nuzzled the long hair which escaped Laguna's rawhide tie. "What are you nervous about?"

"I'm not!"

"It only twitches when you're nervous," Squall pointed out, sliding his hand closer to Laguna's inner thigh.

"I'm... not..."

Squall sighed and bit Laguna's ear.

"Shit, Squall... Squall..."

"Tell me," he purred.

"I'm-- it's just-- we haven't," Laguna finished weakly.

Squall regarded him as he kept up the soothing motions of his hands. "Not since that night, no. We haven't had time."

"I mean, are you sure you'll be all right?"

Squall turned his attention to Laguna's muscles. The job would have been easier with his trousers off, but that would just complicate the issue. Laguna waited through his silence patiently.

When the spasms tapered off, Squall looked up. "I thought you would have more of a problem with it."

Laguna opened his mouth, then paused to unravel Squall's terse language. "I wanted that," he admitted shyly. "Scared the hell out of me at first, but it... if I'd been thinking straight, I'd have consented out loud."

Squall absorbed that. "Then why are you worried about me?"

Laguna sighed, still too bleary from hundreds of pages of political double-talk to handle Squall's direct question. "I'm... not sure what you're used to. What you've come to expect. What your body's conditioned to expect."

"Ah. Seifer."

From the look on Laguna's face, he hadn't expected Squall to be so calm about it.

Squall sat back and gestured for Laguna to make himself comfortable, which he did, thoroughly. Laguna was like a big hyperactive kitten, Squall decided. He rested his cheek on Laguna's hair.

"Seifer and I started up almost as soon as I joined the Garden. I was a virgin before him. He got to be on top inside the bedroom, and I got to be on top everywhere else. If he was feeling mean, he'd try to bait me outside, aggressive displays, but I always managed to kick his ass." A low delighted chuckle from the bundle on Squall's lap. "I broke out of it well before we went out on our mission."

"Did you see anybody... like, therapy?"

"Seifer was his own therapy. If he broke me, and that was seldom, the next day he'd tell me how not to fall for it again. Didn't want to break his toys, I guess. Besides, he never told me he loved me, which would have really screwed things up."

Laguna's voice was small. "Good god, Squall."

"It's all right," Squall said. "He taught me *control*. How to turn it on when I couldn't trust the situation, and how to let it go when I could. And if you think I didn't need it, you're wrong. I wasn't always this strong. But I always looked this way. Besides Seifer there were a dozen lesser predators waiting for their turn."

"But that night," Laguna persisted, "you looked..."

"I never said I didn't fall in love with him."

Laguna went still.

"Hey," Squall looked down at Laguna. "I got over it. That night I remembered a lot of things, not just Ellone. And when I drink, I get really... irrational."

"It's okay, it is. I guess I just feel weird about asking you to... you know. After all that. I'm sorry..."

Squall suppressed a sigh. "About what?" Damn, Laguna moved around more than Selphie on a bag of gumdrops. It was starting to drive him nuts. He bit his ear again, earning a low moan. "About what, hmm? He taught me well, you know. Taught me everything. Whatever you want..."

"Oh Hyne...!"

A low growl. "...I can do it to you."

"Squall!"

With the practiced efficiency of a SeeD, Squall threw Laguna over his shoulder and made for the adjoining bedroom. The captive kicked around a little, which got his ass slapped. They hit the bed kissing as Laguna managed to yank Squall's jacket off. Somehow Laguna lost his trousers as they rolled on the bed, then off came the SeeD cotton tee. Squall managed to kick off his pants while Laguna sucked on his neck.

Squall could almost feel it start to give-- no, he couldn't think about it. Not yet. "Come here." Laguna scooted to the edge of the bed, gasping when Squall knelt and spread his legs. He paused before Laguna's burgeoning erection. "This is so weird."

A breathless admission. "I know."

"Laguna?" A tongue-swipe over the head. "Whatever. I don't care." And with that, Squall closed his lips over Laguna's cock.

"OH my GO-- Squall... Squall, please, god more more..."

Squall obliged. Burying himself in Laguna's crotch had been high up on his to-do list. He always smelled so good, and up close the warm, earthy scent filled his senses. This time he pinned Laguna's hips to the bed; no wriggling this time.

After all Squall been through, he couldn't help but compare. Seifer had always done all these distracting things during the act; Zell had been pleasant, but leaner, saltier. Laguna was perfect. Thick and veiny and a rather sensitive foreskin. Squall could do this for hours. Except Laguna was not a slow burner.

"...it's-- oh! Squall!"

He pulled away. "Am I going to have to get you a cock ring?"

Laguna was speechless for once. Then, with an effort, he said, "We probably shouldn't talk rings just yet."

Squall shook his head, a gleam in his eyes. Then he pushed Laguna up the bed, raised his legs, and mouthed his balls. Laguna fell back as Squall's tongue swirled around the firming flesh, moaning incoherently.

He outright screamed when Squall moved lower.

Laguna's flesh was pulsing under his tongue, his fingers instinctively wrapping around the wet, throbbing cock. Laguna was moving against him, every free breath a plea for more, every rivulet of sweat or precum driving Squall on. And it was then, joined so intimately, that the nameless force holding Squall broke apart, as it had every time he'd been with Laguna. It was that keen edge of blue that screamed he was doing something wrong, that everyone he knew would hate him for this, that he was sick and twisted and none of it mattered.

Oh, Seifer had taught him well, and somewhere along the line Laguna had picked up many, many things. It made it easier to go through the motions. But Squall's experience had never prepared him for that moment of utter surrender. It was more complete than junctioning, more satisfying than swinging a gunblade through virgin flesh.

And it was what they both wanted.

Squall kissed his way up Laguna's chest, moaning when Laguna oiled his cock. Delicate fingers, yet so insistent, desiring something he couldn't name. Squall pushed him back on the bed. He had to say it, just in case.

"They won't come running if you scream?"

Laguna shook his head, his hips already pumping against Squall's erection.

"That's why I waited."

The green eyes widened. "Oh sweet Hyne, Squall, put it in me..."

They both cried out when Squall thrust inside. Laguna's hands were in his hair, a strand of his own hair caught in his teeth. Involuntarily Squall pumped deeper, then, panting, managed to stop for a few seconds.

Laguna looked up at him. A shadow of a memory burst over Squall's vision, that bright blue line, and he clung to Laguna, wanting to cross it together.

That was the difference. Seifer had broken the rules, but he'd never taken Squall with him. Even in his greatest rival there had been that reluctant reverence. Laguna understood the terror and exhilaration of escape. He rushed in headlong. He took stupid risks. He damned it all to hell and did it anyway. He was willing to show Squall how.

Squall came back to himself as Laguna arched off the bed, crying out. Hot wet splattered on Squall's chest. He latched on a nipple, Laguna spasming around him, under him, flushed and unable to stop moving or talking. Squall shuddered in his attempt to hold back.

Laguna groaned when Squall's hot mouth closed over his dogtag. The SeeD began a series of slow thrusts, suckling on the metal, tugging on it till Laguna whimpered. Laguna met him perfectly, moving in sync, gasping every time he slid in and hit the spot.

Squall willed himself to keep going. His tongue flicked over the letters stamped on the tags, feeling Laguna harden once more.

Finally the hand in his hair fell back. Laguna shook his head, sweat flicking off his brow. "Squall, god, can't, please... bring me off, finish it, please, no more, it's too much--!"

And Squall released. In his mind's eye there was a flare of blue.

"... my ass is gonna be sore tomorrow..."

"What's that?" Squall tucked himself against Laguna.

"Shut up and just go to sleep, boy."

Squall shivered.

Laguna was the one snoring in a few moments. The SeeD commander inspected him. Going through the same drill. Assessing the situation. Morning sex was likely out of the question, but they could still make out. He could flirt more later. There had to be more ways to embarrass Laguna than that.

This time the transition didn't bother Squall as much. He'd found what he hadn't known he was looking for. It wasn't just that it was forbidden. It was the sense of familiarity which emanated from Laguna. With him Squall felt free to reach that climax, to ride that edge.

Laguna needed reasons to forget they were flesh and blood. Squall wanted to remember.

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