胸に刻まれた君の微かな
白い記憶は水のように・・・ XXXXXXXX
XXXXXXX 何も残さずに側にいたかもしれない
という影だけを残して
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XXXXXXX 何も残さずに側にいたかもしれないという影だけを残して
ATTN!CHANNINGその影も少しずつ音もたてず
静かに消えていく
静かに消えていく
Squall stuck his hand out and stiffly completed the handshake. Seifer's fingers closed around his hand firmly, and Squall knew that if Seifer wanted to, he could break every bone in his hand. It took a lot of physical strength to hold a gunblade the way Seifer did.
"Maybe we'll see each other again sometime," Squall said gravely.
"This isn't a funeral, Leonhart. I'm sure Matron will plan some sort of reunion supper that she'll wrangle us all into attending. It's a small world."
"Yeah..."
They looked into each other's eyes with complete familiarity. They knew each other probably better than anyone else did. Then, it happened. Their gazes held just for a heartbeat too long. If they'd broken the handshake and said their final goodbyes, perhaps they wouldn't have suddenly been all over each other, mouths fused together passionately. Later, in the endless moments both men would spend thinking about how and why it happened, neither would be able to figure out who exactly started the kiss, whose hands exactly had started roaming over the other's body.
Squall's a** hit the edge of the desk as Seifer almost violently caught him up in a tight embrace, tongue delving into Squall's mouth, exploring as thoroughly as Squall's was within Seifer's mouth. Squall's gloved hands cupped the sides of Seifer's face, then moved into his short blonde hair, then stroked his neck and shoulders. He wound his thighs around Seifer's hips, practically eating his mouth His small moans were muffled by the other man's mouth and tongue, and he slowly rocked his hips to create friction, all the blood moving through his veins at lightning speed, mostly towards his genitals. When Seifer's mouth began to pull away from the kiss, Squall chased it down again, only vaguely aware of the utter insanity of this situation. But, that was just a distant buzzing in the back of his mind, pushed into obscurity by the lust that was consuming him. He didn't care about the strangeness of kissing Seifer Almasy of all people, but how right it felt, how he wanted more, wanted it to go further. Seifer's mouth again began to pull away from his own, but Squall caught it again, not so gently tugging on Seifer's lower lip with his teeth.▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀
