A/N: I wrote this for a friend on LJ (who I'll probably forever think of as Rayne) because I admire her writing so much and wanted to give something back. I hope it doesn't have too much of a bad ending...For some reason, I'm not satisfied with it. But, then, I'm never satisfied with anything I write. Not to mention that I know SEVERAL people who write yaoi-slash-smut WAY better than me. Enjoy!!

Warnings: Smut + Yaoi, out-of-character-ness, and one really bad ending. And also for switching between 1st and 3rd POV.

Wild Dreams and Amen

His breath is warm against my neck, and I’m unable to restrain myself from arching into his skillful touch, his pale hands gliding over my heated skin, completely overpowering my senses. Fingers twine in my dark brown locks, strong legs slipping around mine and pinning me to the floor. His lips trail a burning path over my sweaty chest, following to my throat then along my jaw, and I grown in agony as cool digits massage over my ribs and further down to my waist. I gasp and thrash my head, sinking my teeth deep into the flesh of my bottom lip in an attempt to muffle the sound.

Something isn’t right about this.

We shouldn’t be here together.

“Wait…STOP IT!!”

Squall Leonhart awoke with a start, the pounding of his heart resounding in his ears, and sheets tangled around shaky limbs. He raked his fingers through sweat-matted strands of hair, and shook his throbbing head. Ever since Rinoa had been out of town on business, nightmares had plagued his mind constantly, and he had to fight down the urge to vomit. The visions had seemed so real and yet, he knew they would never become reality.

He loved only Rinoa.

…didn’t he?

-- -- --

“Squall? Squall, are you listening to me?” Squall was startled from his thoughts by Quistis’s stern voice, and he blinked at his former instructor who stood before his desk.

“I’m sorry…What did you say?” Quistis folded her arms in the notorious ‘you-were-zoning-out-again’ stance, and Squall shifted uneasily in his chair under her perceptive blue gaze.

“Are you all right? You’re a bit distant today, even for you.”

Squall shook his head, rubbing at his burning eyes. “I’m fine. Just a little tired.”

Quistis continued to watch him. “Are you sure? If you’re not feeling well, I’m sure someone could take over-”

“I’m fine!” Squall snapped, startling the woman with his unusually harsh tone. “I’m fine,” he repeated softer, avoiding her hard stare.

“If you say so,” she responded stiffly, her quiet anger reddening her cheeks. “If you need anything, let me know…Commander.”

Then, with a clicking of her heels, she left the room. Squall sank back into his chair, burying his face in his hands.

What was wrong with him?!

-- -- --

Warmth covers over me again, strong arms banding around me and pulling me closer to a searing heat. Lips brush against my ear, sending a strange feeling through my entire body, and I squirm in a secure embrace. The hold tightens as hands stroke my back, and I gaze up into dark blue orbs, slick blonde hair out of place and clinging to a sweaty forehead. I struggled against his weight on top of me, forced to stare up at a face that has constantly haunted and tormented me since Time Compression.

“Squall…” His voice sounds so needy, so full of want that I can’t keep from clinging to him. He pulls me closer, his lips touching mine, and I shiver involuntarily.

“No…w-we can’t…”

Squall jerked awake when a hand touched his shoulder, and he nearly screamed when blue orbs met his own, accompanied by that same messy blonde hair. He managed to hold it back, only by shear willpower, but he could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

“You fell asleep…Commander.” Seifer stated, ignoring the redness rising in Squall’s face. “It must be nice getting paid to sleep on the job.”

“I…uh-”

“Don’t try explaining. Anybody would sleep with a job like this.” The blonde flopped down in a chair, propping his feet up on the desk.

Seifer still always was all about arrogance.

Squall swallowed, still unable to form coherent words due to his initial shock at the awkward situation, and how…ironic it was that he had shown up here.

He shook his head, trying to focus on what the blonde was saying. Something about SeeD exams and things like that. Squall watched him speak, simply staring. The dreams were still fresh in his mind, and it was obviously clear that the blonde had no idea what was running through his head at the moment.

It hadn’t been too long since Garden had accept Seifer, Raijin, and Fujin back, and Seifer, being the brilliant soldier that he was, passed the SeeD exam with flying colors, besting even Squall’s score at the time.

That’s when ‘impressed’ would’ve been an understatement.

“Hey, Leonhart!” His voice brought Squall back to reality with a jolt. Seifer snapped his fingers a few times to gain the brunette’s attention. “Haven’t you heard anything I said? Instructor Trepe said you were out of it, but I didn’t think it was this bad.”

Squall sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know what wrong with me lately…”

Seifer blinked, examining his Commander and the nervous way he moved. He shrugged. “Then I guess I’ll leave you alone to figure it out. SeeD information can be filled in later-”

“Wait!” he exclaimed, lashing out and grasping the blonde by the wrist. “D-Don’t leave…”

The silence in the room was deafening, and Seifer blinked again, confusion plain in his surprised expression.

“I don’t understand any of this, but…I’m finding myself…wanting you…more than anything.”

-- -- --

He stares at me with an expression of pure disbelief, and I’m unable to comprehend the words myself; can only look at him in mute shock.

I swore I’d hate him forever for what he’s done. So, why is it that I’m beginning to love him more than life itself?

When did I become so weak?

“Commander…” He hesitates.

Here it comes. The rejection. The guilt.

A gloved hand brushes against my face, gently wiping tears—that I hadn’t realized I’d shed—away. The touch is unnaturally soft, and I feel myself leaning into it.

“You know we shouldn’t…” His voice is soft, and he bends down closer to me, becoming eye level with my searching gaze.

“I don’t care.” His lips are so close that we’re practically breathing each other. My heart is pounding out of my chest, and I know he can hear it when he moves even closer. Everything about this feels so out-of-character between us… “I won’t have any regrets.”

His arm slips around the back of my head and lips instantly mold to mine, the suddenness forcing the pent-up air from my lungs. His tongue dips into my mouth, coaxing my own into a familiar dance that I could’ve only fantasized being this erotic. I feel his strength pull me to my feet, his hands roaming over each inch of my clothed body, his mouth never leaving mine.

My knees are already weak, and he flattens me on my back against the smooth wood of my desk without any trouble at all. The pressure is heavy in my groin as he leans over me, nipping roughly at my lip before continuing his torture by kissing and sucking at my exposed throat.

My blood is hot, and a groan escapes my lips before he silences me with another savage kiss. A possessive growl emits from his throat, and he rips apart my shirt, discarding the remains to the floor. His touch is like fire as he begins to pillage my chest and shoulders, fingers curling around my belt buckle.

“Squall-” He rasps my name for the first time, and I suddenly can’t think clearly from the way it sounds coming from his lips.

I capture his mouth again, wrapping gmy arms around his neck and pulling him tight against me. I grind my hips against his, demanding, and he immediately complied, firmly gripping my thighs and spreading my legs farther apart.

I suppress a moan when he deftly unbuckles and removes my pants. He sucks in a breath, his eyes darkening having caught sight of my bulging erection, and h slowly sinks to his knees, a predatory gleam in his emerald gaze.

His grip is hard, and I already feel like I’m going to explode. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. In fact, it wasn’t supposed to happen at all. But, it did, and I’m finding it harder and harder to feel even the least bit ashamed as I nod, urging him on.

And then he takes all of me in at once, his mouth a cave of liquid fire, and I arch from the desk in agony, sobbing for release while he takes me in again painfully slow; torturing me.

I’m groaning his name over and over again, and I tangle my fingers in his blonde hair, thrusting my hips upward. I want my entire being engulfed in that molten heat.

He begins to move faster now, and I can feel that I’m being stretched to my breaking point without mercy. He makes a sound is his throat, gripping my hips with both hands and pulling me upward.

I come in his mouth, screaming in absolute ecstasy, and I’m almost positive that stars are dancing before my eyes before my entire body goes limp.

He pulls away, trailing his lips up my abdomen and chest lightly. He kisses me again, and I can taste myself on those moist lips, and when he pulls away this time, I can see a remnant of the old Seifer I’d known since childhood. The one who demanded dominance. Complete submission of others.

He grinned. “I always knew I’d be able to make you scream for me somehow.”

I just continue clinging to him, lightly panting and deeply flushed, realizing that I’ve always wanted this…and it had never been a dream to begin with.

End