Title: Vengeance From Above
Date: 2 April 2001
Series: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer & Fujin
Warnings: naughty language, heavy angst, sexual themes
Type: M/F straight lemon with some vague hint of a plot
Rating: Strong NC-17
Notes: Be nice. This is my first lemon, and I'm completely and utterly wasted.

Disclaimer: Squaresoft Co. Ltd. owns the Final Fantasy series and all the yummy characters therein. I'm not making a penny with this; I'm poor but happy, so don't sue me. Thank you, and enjoy!

"When I touch you, feeling your skin,
When I touch you deep within
I'll break your silence on your way to me
I will make you everything you want to be when I touch you
Oh, you know that you'll love it, you'll need it
I'm drawing your lines with my hands
I'm weaving the dream that never ends
I don´t play hide and seek
With you..."

>> Wolfsheim, "Touch"


Fujin Nomura could not be held responsible for anything she did in the first hour of her day. Her head simply wasn't clear enough; too much of her base nature showed through until her contents had a chance to settle from whatever violence they scattered into while she slept. This was a lesson learned in excruciating ways by the other young women who lived in Balamb Garden's dormitories, especially her dim roommate, who once made the mistake of asking Fujin where she went on the nights when she came home at ungodly hours while holding out a fresh cup of coffee and smiling. Fujin, still pillowmarked and clad in a dull gray sports bra, one sock and a shredded pair of boxer shorts at least three sizes too large for her, started to walk away but then spun around so that her nose was two inches from her roommate's and spit in said coffee with such velocity that the coffee splattered across the unfortunate offerer's face. Fujin then kicked her roommate's shin.
"DISINTEGRATE." And with that, Fujin crawled back into bed, sleeping through her first two classes, pulling the nubby blue plaid blankets over her head so that only a tiny strand of silver hair was visible.
The incident was never spoken of, except in hushed tones by the girls in the dormitory; a cloud of them hovered around the sobbing roommate, who ran into the hallway in her pajamas. Had she reported Fujin, the latter would have gotten her own room and she just wasn't willing to give that one-eyed albino bitch that satisfaction. She was, however, afraid to re-enter the room. She borrowed a dress from one of the other girls before whimpering all the way to class.

Fujin finally spilled out of bed just in time for History at noon. She took a cold and fast shower, scrubbing her pale, slight frame and silver hair until they tingled. After a quick dry-off, she put her eyepatch back on and threw on one of her many vests and some baggy pants. As she was leaving, she noticed two coffee cups drying beside the small sink and tried to remember why they were significant; the Guardian Forces used by students at the Garden, which was technically a military academy, allowed them to use magic but also made them experience selective amnesia.
Shrugging it off, Fujin laced her boots up over her pants, swung her heavy messenger bag over her shoulder and kicked the door open. The hallway was empty, which made meteoric thuds out of her heavy bootsteps.

History was a blur; Instructor Trepe waxed philosophical about the Third Industrial Revolution, pacing back and forth before a giant holographic board; Fujin started to doze off but the instructor cracked her whip across the desk, snapping her back to life and making the fingers of her left hand sting. Her classmates tried (unsuccessfully) to contain their laughter. Fujin snarled, ready to pulverize her instructor, who smiled sweetly.
"My, my, Miss Nomura... have you been getting enough sleep lately?"
Fujin's snarl fell away and for the first time ever she was utterly panic-stricken. Had her roommate reported her for staying out late? Or, even worse, could Trepe know her secret...? Fujin covered her mouth to hide a yawn and made her most convincing hooky-face.
"SORRY. SICK!" Fujin jumped up, grabbing her bag, and ran from the room as the whole class stared after her. She hid in the third-floor bathroom for an hour, glad that nobody ever used that one.

"SEIFER. DRINK?"
Seifer Almasy (who was not responsible for anything he did in the first hour of his day, either) smiled at Fujin from across their usual table. It was a thin smile-- much less alive than the jeering half-smirk she was used to. His blond hair looked a little rumpled; he was wearing his usual black leather pants, and his trademark long gray trenchcoat made him look almost as sinister as he actually was. The blood-red cross-swords embroidered on its shoulders appeared to glow. Anything could be hidden in that coat. He sat back with his knees apart and his arm slung over the back of his chair, cocky and incredibly tall, even when seated. His enormous black glove held two gil out to her.
"Sure. The usual. Get yourself something, too."
How strange, thought Fujin. She took the money, though, and got a grape soda for herself and a Crystal Special for Seifer. On her way back she groaned, noting that Raijin had arrived, completing Balamb Garden's Disciplinary Committee but ending her time alone with its gorgeous leader. Now they would have to talk business. Oh well. She threw his change on the table and plopped back down, throwing one leg over the edge of her chair and lighting a cigarette. She took a long swig of her grape soda, licking her purplish lips.
"THANKS."
Seifer held the drink for a moment in his butter-soft glove and then lit up; Fujin found herself fascinated by the little spot of contained flame just inches away from Seifer's lips. Of all the times in her eighteen years that she had wanted to be a cigarette, this definitely took the cake. To be held in that glove, to be breathed in and touched by those lips... she closed her eyes for a moment, letting her mouth curl into a tiny, smokelike smile, and when she opened them again his green eyes, smoldering with the unspeakable and glowing like icy pale peridots, were burning her. She was painfully aware of the hair in her face and her scraped elbows; she sat up abruptly, brushing the hair away, willing herself not to blush. He'd caught her staring again...

Seifer took a long drag and began discussing the details of a new case in which a young man had been caught embezzling money from the Garden Festival fund. Fujin paid no attention whatsoever; Seifer had to explain things in a child's words for Raijin's benefit but always summarized it neatly at the end for Fujin. It was a very smooth and diplomatic way of keeping Raijin from being confused and Fujin from becoming frustrated. Frustrated Fujin was NOT pretty.
While they were polar opposites physically, Fujin and Seifer were very much alike-- intellectual equals, antisocial hotheads, and about the same age. She had first come to his attention through her study of Elementals; he'd studied Fire-based attack magic extensively for six years, the same amount of time that she had studied Wind-based magic. Both had become experts in their chosen threats to society. When Fujin lost her left eye in a Training Center scuffle with a T-Rexuar, during which an instructor was killed and Fujin survived only by using the extremely complicated skill of "running for dear life", Seifer saw to it that she was allowed to continue her studies in spite of her handicap.
Fujin possessed a unique brand of sexiness. Her hair was wild and her body was perfect; her face, slashed tragically by the black eyepatch, was beautiful. Her bad attitude and habit of shouting single words in place of sentences made her even more intriguing, but none of the boys would go anywhere near her. She was off-limits; in their eyes, she was Seifer's. If Fujin ever wondered why nobody ever asked her for a date, she gave no indication of it; it was highly unlikely that she would care either way.
Sure, nothing had ever passed between them. Seifer dated many girls, all from outside the Garden, but there was still an invisible wall around Fujin. Nobody knew it was there until they were sixteen or so; Seifer was in the locker room changing clothes after a particularly strenuous practice session; half-changed, he sat on a bench for a few minutes, breathing hard and drinking huge gulps of water. A trio of students entered and, not seeing Seifer, began to talk about Fujin, who had apparently knocked one of their number over on their way in. Seifer couldn't see their faces over a wall of lockers but recognized the cracking voice of Zell Dincht.
"Man oh man, butter wouldn't melt between that girl's thighs!"
"Nope! But I'll bet YOU would."
"HA! If wishes were ponies..." Fighting hard to control his anger, Seifer stood and resumed dressing, trying to get out of there so he wouldn't have to listen, but they continued.
"I saw her when I went to visit my ex in the girls' dorms last week, and she was wearing these boxer shorts so loose I could see the crack of her..."
"Serious? Damn! I wish I could have seen that... among other things..."
"If I could get my hands on Nomura, I'd bend her over my desk and..."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Seifer stood two years away, 6'2", eyes blazing, trenchcoat flaring around him. All three pairs of young eyes went wide at the sight of the single most terrifying person on campus. Dincht backed into the lockers, apologizing profusely under his breath, pleading for mercy with his eyes.
"Fucking chicken wuss," spat Seifer, shaking his left fist at the younger boy and punching a rather large dent into a nearby locker with his right. He spun around and left in a flash of gold and gray, slamming the door behind him. His seething glare seemed to hang in the air behind him. If he'd been anyone but Seifer Almasy, the other boys would have ganged up on him and tried to fight, teasing him for getting worked up over a girl, even if she was just his partner in crime. Fortunately for everyone involved, he was Seifer Almasy and all they could do was stare at each other, scared out of their wits, shaken and stirred.

Two years later, at their usual table in the cafeteria, Raijin had finally grasped what Seifer was saying and Fujin had gone through three cigarettes. The meeting, for all its monotony, went by quickly for Fujin; when Seifer finished talking she rose and looked at him.
"PRACTICE TONIGHT?"
"I'll just be cramming for that stupid math exam. I can't afford to flunk that thing. Call my room if anything comes up." Seifer smirked again and headed down the hall; the students in the hallway cleared a path for him, three or four feet wider than it needed to be. A few stared after him as he disappeared into the crowd. Was it terror or envy in their eyes? Fujin had no idea-- all she knew was that wherever Seifer was going, be it to his dorm or to Hell (probably both, in due time), she longed to walk beside him. Maybe he'd smile again...
Raijin interrupted her fantasy. "Wow, he seems tired. So do you, come to think of it. Whatcha up to tonight, Fu-sama?" Fujin had forgotten he was standing beside her, but she didn't care if he caught her staring at Seifer.
"PRACTICE," she lied, narrowing her eye at him. Raijin started to back away; Fujin relaxed and let another yawn escape. Her red eye wandered around the cafeteria. The line for hot dogs had just broken up; they'd run out yet again. "HUNGRY?" He nodded nervously, half-expecting her to insert a fist into his mouth. Instead, Fujin turned around and took a few steps forward, kicking the shin of the nearest smiling cadet. The boy started to drop his tray, which landed in Fujin's waiting hands. Two hot dogs, still piping hot and slathered with ketchup and some kind of blue slime, were on it.
"SORRY." She handed one to Raijin and took a bite of the other; the cadet cursed as he limped away. Raijin ate his in one bite.
"Thanks. That was nice, ya know?" he told Fujin, who handed him the second half of her own hot dog, snarled and stomped away.

Fujin's roommate ignored her when she got back to her room, which brightened her day considerably. She threw her boots against the wall and pulled a beer out of her minifridge, popped a heavy metal CD into her computer, set it on 'repeat', and drank the beer in what looked like five swallows; she then plopped facedown on top of her bed. Her arm lolled lifelessly over the side, tiny fingers grazing the floor, across which the empty beer bottle rolled until it was picked up and disposed of by her irritated roommate. She slept like that for a few hours, dreamlessly and snoring lightly; when the CD ended for the third time she lifted her head, shook her hair out and fished a trio of small throwing knives out of her nightstand drawer. Her roommate was nowhere to be seen. Fujin vaguely remembered that she'd mentioned something about a date and smiled.
A few minutes later, Fujin opened the door to scan the hallway; there were no signs of life because night had fallen and students were strictly forbidden to go anywhere but the Training Center at night (some monsters were nocturnal, but very few students wanted to waste their free time fighting unusual monsters). She took one careful step out, having switched her usual combat boots with her stealthier, soft-soled ones, and closed the door softly. Flying down the hall with the amazing speed and silence of the wind she was named after, she headed toward the Training Center but took a sharp turn at the end of the corridor.
She swung out the emergency door to the roof; she had disarmed the alarm a few weeks prior, when she had started these late-night excursions. She landed in a crouching position and eased the door shut with her boot. Slowly she stood, careful not to let her feet stray from the great steel beams that acted as the skeleton of the corridor; one wrong move, one fall through the glass that separated the beams, would mean expulsion from Garden and quite possibly an end to her life. Her hands prepared a small spell; "FLOAT," she mumbled under her breath; the spell took effect and her feet lifted slowly off the beam. It wasn't zero-gravity, but it was the next best thing.
Leaping lightly from beam to beam, she made it to the roof of the mens' dormitories and the area reserved for guys with seniority. Grateful to be back on solid ground, Fujin paused to take a deep breath as the spell wore off, setting her down gently. She tiptoed to the edge of the roof, turned right and sat down next to a skylight.
Below her, in his single room, Seifer Almasy had fallen asleep on his bed, face up with his head on an open math book. He was wearing an ancient, slightly snug black tank top and baggy blue sweatpants. His arms were luscious-- a little pale, laced lightly with muscle but still soft to the touch and sprinkled with golden hair; between the waist tie of his pants and where his shirt had crept up, a bit of pale stomach showed. Fujin thought about what it would feel like to kiss that tiny section of stomach, and her mouth watered. She crossed her legs tightly in front of her to no avail; as she felt herself become wet.
With one shaking hand, she reached out and touched the glass that cut through the space between them. She closed her eyes and let herself drift away. A cold gust of wind shook her awake half an hour later; Seifer had rolled over on his side. Fujin decided to head back to her room early for fear of falling asleep in class again.
When she reached the door to the roof and swung back inside, she remembered that she'd told Raijin she was practicing. She entered the Training Center and approached the nearest student, who backed up a few steps when he saw her coming.
"RAIJIN, HERE?" The student shook his head, and within three seconds she had vanished.

Fujin's roommate was still missing when she got back to her room, but something in the air felt strange. Nothing had moved; the lights were still dimmed, her combat boots still sat on the floor near her wall, the CD was paused in the same place (between "Soulsucking Iconoclast" and "Bloodbath") and her ashtray hadn't been disturbed. A few crickets sang outside the Garden walls; the disc whirred in the drive. Fujin shrugged, sat on her bed and began to unlace her boots, attributing her nervousness to sleep-dep-induced paranoia. She became so involved with the repetition from eyelet to eyelet that she didn't notice when Seifer Almasy stepped out of the shadows.

He moved at lighting speed, so silently and so close to the ground that Fujin never knew what hit her. One minute she was unlacing her other boot, having thrown the first against the wall, and a nanosecond later his huge, strong hands in their black leather gloves had pinned her tiny wrists to the bed and his knees were on either side of her stomach.
"Fuu-chan!" he exclaimed with mock surprise as he straddled her, "Where have you been? I was worried SICK about you!" Her jaw clamped shut and she glared at Seifer, her eye full of something between fury and fear, something he found utterly delicious. He lowered his face until their noses almost touched, grinning from ear to ear. He moved his hips a little and that top-secret central area of his anatomy, a little too pronounced in his black leather pants, brushed her stomach. Fujin tried to kick him, but her tiny legs couldn't even make him flinch; she was just too small. His smile was pure, frosted evil-- he was nothing but pale, warm skin over solid ice, golden hair gleaming and green eyes narrowed... he bent down even lower and buried his face in her silver hair for a moment; his lips were surprisingly soft as they brushed her ear and whispered.
"What have you been doing on my roof, Fuu? Just explain it to me, and I might understand..." He kissed her neck so lightly that she barely felt it, but her heart began to race as she felt his heavy breath on her skin and the hardness between his legs. She'd never been this close to him before. She wanted to be this close, but under a different set of circumstances. She took the deepest breath she could with Seifer on top of her. He smelled deadly, like the iron in her blood, like a gun... like rain, blood, the gunblade in his coat and cologne. Fujin did NOT want to answer his question.
"OUT!!!" Seifer smiled calmly as he sat back up. "Not until you tell me what you've been doing up there. If you tell me, I will leave." Another strained breath.
"WATCHING YOU SLEEP. "
He let go of her wrists, rolled off her and stood up in one fluid motion. Without another word or another glance in her direction, he straightened his coat as he headed for the door. His face gave nothing away; his eyes betrayed nothing.
Fujin's chest felt unbearably light and cold. She sat up, disoriented and shaken, and pushed the hair out of her face. His hand was on the doorknob, turning it, too quickly, and something snapped.
"SEIFER... STAY."

Seifer froze in his tracks. For all of his confidence and cockiness, for all the girls on campus who would give anything for ten minutes alone with him, he had no idea what to do next. He turned toward her slowly, stunned; shock had splashed across his face by the time he was facing Fujin.
She just stared. Her eye was wide and her mouth slowly relaxed into something that didn't resemble a smirk or a snarl but wasn't quite a smile. It seemed to take forever for him to travel the three yards between the door and her bed. Every slow-motion step tortured Fujin, but she dared not move.
She lifted a hand to touch his shoulder, but he caught it with his own hand. He was close, so very close... his gloved fingers twined together with Fujin's and her attempt at pulling away only succeeded in pulling him in closer.
Did he know that her mind was swarming with questions? Could he hear her heart as it pounded in her ears and almost stopped cold when his lips met hers? Then her mind was empty at last of questions; the kiss told her everything she needed to know.
The kiss was like a lightning bolt; it felt like a punch in the stomach. His lips seemed to cradle hers and she kissed back as if she were suffocating and his mouth was the source of all oxygen; she leaned in as he kissed her again and again, as if he would die if he stopped, his hand never leaving hers while his other came around to touch the back of her head lightly. He brushed his tongue softly along her lower lip and a long, cold, electric shiver ran down her spine. Her thighs twitched; she squeezed them together to stop them but then her whole body began to shiver.
Seifer noticed; he let go of her hand (it stung... was he really that hot-blooded?) and took off his trenchcoat. It fell to the floor with a heavy thud that seemed to echo all through the removal of his boots. He then bent down and slipped his arms under her; she choked back a giggle as he lifted her off the bed and used her legs to fold the covers back. He set her back down gently; she looked up just in time to see him whip his shirt off and throw it across the room.
Oh God... that skin, Fujin thought as she devoured him with her eyes. Every inch of his skin was so soft, so lickable, so golden, so utterly delicious... she took it all in-- the stomach, the chest, the neck-- and felt dizzy with lust. She wanted it all over her. And then his hands were on her, unzipping her vest.
The air felt like ice on her skin... what sweet torture, to be undressed... she wanted him to tear her clothes off with his teeth but he unwrapped her breasts as carefully as he would a treasured gift. Her small nipples stiffened the moment the vest was removed but Seifer didn't notice as his hands did the unthinkable, impossible thing... they were strong and sure as they unzipped her pants and brutally pulled them down over her hips, along with her boxers. She kicked her feet up to help him and in seconds she was completely naked, shivering with the blankets thrown off, looking up at a man she wanted more than anything in this world, more than she ever knew she could want anything.
Those arms, the curve of those hips as his pants fell to the floor, the trail of hair heading south from his belly button... that body. She was almost surprised to see that there was nothing wrong with his hands. She'd have to remember to ask about the gloves sometime.
"You're so perfect," he whispered in his husky voice, mesmerized as he laid a gentle hand on her shaking thigh, which was covered in goosebumps. He folded the blankets back over her, knelt by the bed and kissed her again, deeper this time, hungrily, biting her lower lip gently, growling playfully. "Mind if I come in? It's cold out here." Fujin giggled and moved over to make room for him. He slithered between the sheets, filling and instantly warming the space between them, which decreased rapidly.
He traced the smooth lines of her body with his strong hands, as if he were carving her out of stone; she purred as he ran his fingers along the edges of her waist and rubbed her stomach. His hands travelled up and one of his thumbs caressed a hard, tight nipple. Fujin threw her head back and made a conscious effort not to moan; only a choked half-breath left her lips with a little shudder. She felt herself becoming wet again and blushed a little as she gingerly ran her hand across his chest, exploring him. His skin was searing hot and surprisingly soft to the touch; she wanted to touch more of it... reading her mind, he pressed himself to her and kissed her hair, her face, her neck... Fujin's eye opened wide as she realized he was moving downward.
"I can make you scream, Fujin. Just let your guard down..."
The combination of Seifer's skin on hers and the heat of his tongue on her nipple almost did the trick, but again she fought it, closing her eyes so she wouldn't have to see his face as he teased and tortured her. Her hands caressed his head as he French-kissed first the right, then the left nipple and made a tiny line of miniature kisses down to her belly button. His tongue lingered there and she felt the warmth spreading outward, all through her cells, as if her body was a flower and her navel was the corolla. Her mouth was still wet and open when he kissed it.
As he kissed her so hard she almost lost her breath, savagely, pulling her head back by her tangled hair, his left hand crept down her body and slipped between her thighs; he kept kissing her as he slammed a finger inside her.
Gods... the pain... Fujin squirmed and almost cried out, but she couldn't because Seifer was still covering her mouth with his. Under the kiss he smiled and she whimpered; her whole body shook as he continued the motion. Settling into his rhythm as he let her come up for air, she let a tiny smile escape and when he stopped abruptly she continued with her hips for a second. "Mmmm, that's right," he coaxed, his breath heating up her ear. He pulled his hand away.
Seifer stared into her eyes, scorching her. "Want some more?" he murmured, as if she could possibly say no, igniting her hunger to a degree she never thought possible. She nodded and smiled as he laid back on the pillows beside her. His skin looked so inviting that she had to kiss all of it.
She started at his lips and covered his neck and shoulders on the way down. She spent some extra time on his stomach, delighting in its warmth and softness, and moved down to the downy patch of blond hair that she had always wondered about. (So he WAS a real blond, she thought. My god, Seifer... you are so beautiful... is this really happening?)
Fujin took his manhood in her mouth, tightening around it, and stroked it with her tongue, using gentle suction. It felt perfect between her lips. She'd seen this done in a manga once... Seifer's breathing became ragged and heavy and his hand came down to pull her away too soon.
Seifer rolled over on top of her; she wrapped her slender legs around him as he kissed her yet again, more gently this time. She gasped as he penetrated her; she felt a shiver run all through her body. Seifer kissed and stroked her cheek to soothe her; by the time he was almost all the way inside her she had stopped shaking and cracked a weak smile. Even with tears in her eyes, she was so damn beautiful... she was so tight around him that he couldn't help but let out a half-animal growl.
He reached up and put one finger to her quivering lips as he thrust himself into her. She took the finger in her mouth and sucked it eagerly, moving with him, trying to keep up, her hands clawing at his back. The pain was completely gone, replaced by a warmth that spread upward from her belly and made her fingertips tingle. He grunted with pleasure, half-mad with lust, and started pulling himself almost all the way out of her before cruelly slamming all the way in. Fujin writhed underneath him, her pale breasts bouncing as he ravaged her.
He forced himself to look away as he went faster, stopping twice because he almost came; at these interludes he kissed almost every square inch of her body, including but not limited to the backs of her knees, the soles of her feet and her nose, flickering his tongue over them.
As he mounted her again, feeling the softness of her body beneath him and tasting her lips, he knew he had very little time left. His mind wasn't ready to come but every cell in his body was begging him to... he put his hands on her small shoulders and drove himself as far into her as he could; he almost blacked out as he climaxed, throwing his head back, growling, filling her aching void with his warm seed.
As he did so, Fujin finally spoke. Or, rather, screamed.
"SEIIIIIIIIIIIIIFERRRRRRRRR!!!!"

Fujin's roommate never did come home that night (it was a really hot date, one could say); she crept in just in time to grab some books and clothing for her first class and was so busy sneaking that she didn't notice the large bump under Fujin's blankets. As she carefully opened the door to leave, Seifer coughed in his sleep, a man's heavy cough, and she froze. Could it be...?
Tiptoeing across the room, stepping over the clothing scattered on the floor, she lifted the corner of Fujin's plaid bedspread and saw Fujin Nomura and Seifer Almasy sleeping in each others' arms, both smiling. It was the cutest thing she'd ever seen in her life. She bit her lip to keep from squealing and bolted from the room, giggling. Something about the sight really humanized Fujin. She never told a soul.