This is my Rifle, This is my Gun [complete]

Here we are…. Part Two, because, I couldn’t just leave the boys wet and slightly irritated. That’s the role I want the readers to take… *coughs* um… on to the story…







This is my Rifle, This is my Gun



Part Two











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Irvine sat on the edge of his bed, a towel around his waist and one on his head as he patted down his hair, free of its constraints. Zell stepped out of the bathroom in the same attire, one towel around his waist and one on his shoulders. He sat on the edge of the bed beside Irvine.



“Hey, thanks,” he said quietly, offering a small smile. “The whole dock thing was my fault.”



The sniper pulled his towel off his head and threw it over the back of the chair at his desk. “Not a problem, it’s not like you planned it,” he returned the smile while leaning back on his elbows. “The clothes should be dry in a half hour or so.”



Zell was silent for a while, staring at his lap, before he turned back to his wet friend with an uncharacteristically serious face. “Irvine?”



“Mm?” the sniper murmured, eyes closed.



Zell leaned forward slightly, one hand reaching out and a hair’s breadth from the other man’s stomach. “There’s something I’ve wanted to… tell you.”



Irvine’s eyes opened and locked with Zell’s, though he didn’t move.



“I mean, it’s really not easy, and… well… I don’t know what you’re going to say…” Zell’s voice died in his throat as that deadly blue gaze remained fixed on him. He steeled his nerves, balled his hands into fists and decided to simply act, leaning in all the way and pressing his lips to Irvine’s mouth.







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Irvine remained still as the kiss maintained innocence. What was this? He had suspected Zell was taking a liking to him for a little while now, but hadn’t much cared one way or the other about it; here and now, as the blonde tried his luck and put his hand on Irvine’s stomach, the sniper was feeling relief.



This wasn’t Selphie that was kissing him, or touching him.



Irvine lifted his arm and put it around Zell’s neck, pulling the blonde down with him as he slid his tongue between new lips. None of this was Selphie. He could barely believe that he was kissing a man, but with every passing moment that the embrace wasn’t one he knew more than his fair share of, he wanted more. A weak moan left Zell as he was pulled on top of Irvine.



“Feel better?” the sniper mused as he broke the kiss, leaving Zell panting.



The blonde’s expression was priceless; a mixture of shock, relief and lust. “I never though you’d… I mean, you’re with Selphie and…”



“Fuck Selphie.” It slipped out accidentally, and Irvine’s stomach tightened as he heard his own words, but a frown settled on his face as he said it again. “Fuck Selphie!” The sniper’s calloused hands slid to Zell’s forearms and gripped them, pulling him down once more. Disregarding modesty, Irvine forced his tongue between Zell’s lips and searched the man’s mouth thoroughly, this time earning response as the fighter straddled him and fought back within the kiss.



Zell’s erection was pressing hard against the sniper’s stomach, and Irvine felt slight hindrance because of it. He had never really done anything with another man, though he did know what he liked himself… Well, what was Zell going to do if Irvine couldn’t please well? Tell everyone in the Garden? Hardly. He’d be shunned left and right and an outcast before he could say ‘Oh boy, hotdogs!’



Irvine left Zell’s mouth to kiss along his neck and shoulder, shifting his weight and pushing the fighter onto his back. Slipping his hand between the folds of Zell’s towel, his fingers graced unyielding flesh, and the sniper’s heartbeat quickened. There was no soft pink knoll here, but a hard stem of gratification that was making the blonde before him whimper. His jaw tightened.



Yes, fuck Selphie; he was going to fuck Zell instead.



Irvine took hold of Zell’s length and squeezed it slightly before sliding his hand down to the base, then back up to the tip slowly, listening to each hitched breath he induced and watching the muscles on the blonde’s body twitch and tense. Was this what Selphie saw when she did this to him? No… maybe the very first time he had reacted like this, but only that once. And lately, he avoided allowing it to get this far with her at all costs, because he doubted he could become roused and stay that way for long with her hands and her mouth.



“Irvine…” Zell moaned, causing the sniper to come back to reality. He was freely pumping the rigid organ now. “Oh, god…”



Irvine licked his lower lip. He was doing this… he might as well do it right; he did have a reputation to keep as a great lover. Plus, he was curious now. Lowering his head, he took all of Zell into his mouth. His gag reflex kicked in, but he fought it, and after the first few tries it didn’t happen any more, now focusing on using his tongue as Selphie had. Except, he didn’t drool all over Zell and scrape his teeth viciously—he especially made sure to pay attention to the head when he noticed that it was when the blonde became loudest.



“I’m going to come…!” Zell whimpered, clutching the sheets beneath him. “Ahh! Haa… Irvine!”



The sniper swallowed every last droplet Zell gave forth, then stood up and strode the side of the bed, watching the fighter’s chest rise and sink heavily. It wasn’t so bad. He still wasn’t attracted to Zell in the least, but it had felt better to do that with him—better than shooting down easy targets in the training center.



He turned to his dresser and opened the middle drawer, removing a fresh pair of pants and pulling them on.



“That was incredible, Irvine. Where are you going?” Zell asked, turning on his side and watching the sniper’s body disappear under a second skin of denim.



“For a walk,” he muttered as he slid on a button-up shirt, leaving all but the bottom two buttons undone. “Your clothes should be dry in a few minutes.”



Irvine put on new socks, tied up his boots, and walked out the door, leaving Zell alone on his bed.





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“Irvine! Irvine? Samantha got sick so we came back early, and…” The door to his room opened, and Selphie stepped in with a smile that quickly changed to horror. “Zell?!”



The blonde paled and froze to the spot, pants midway up his thighs.



“Wh-what are…?” she faltered in confusion, taking a step backward.



“It isn’t… I mean, we only…!” he stammered, pulling his pants up the rest of the way in a hurry.



Selphie’s eyes narrowed as she slammed the door behind her and approached Zell. “You only what?” he asked, her voice low and much too calm.





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The ice in his drink had long melted, but Irvine continued to stir it with his straw as he stared off at nothing.



He had to face facts. There was no nice way to break things off with Selphie, who had already mentioned long-term plans like going on vacation and living together. She wanted to flog their dead relationship until there was nothing left, and she couldn’t even tell that he barely looked her in the eyes any more.



“Let’s sit here.”



Irvine looked up at the familiar voice, and watched as Rinoa pointed out a table a few down from him in the cafeteria. Squall sat across from her, leaning back with his legs stretched out and his hands deep in his pockets. She sat up straight, holding her fork gracefully as she smiled, chatted and picked at her salad. He occasionally nodded or made one-syllable responses to her questions and statements, but they weren’t really needed. Rinoa was in her own world as she talked at him, and Squall seemed bored and possibly irritated.



Irvine’s heart went out to the poor bastard; he knew exactly how that felt. ‘Talking over lunch’ had become a phrase that made him wince these last months. Squall probably knew what Irvine meant if he were told that he wanted to strangle Selphie’s pretty little neck in her sleep.



A sharp pain stung his face, and Irvine stood with his hand to his side on instinct, ready to grab a rifle that wasn’t there. He frowned and looked down at Selphie, whose hand was still in the air after slapping him. There were tears in her eyes but her expression was of pure hatred. “You bastard!” she shrieked, causing any of the remaining people who were talking in the cafeteria to fall silent. “That’s why you wouldn’t… That’s why you became so…!” Her arm pulled back again, and Irvine didn’t even move to block it; he accepted the backhand to his other cheek, then watched as Selphie spun around and bolted out of the cafeteria in tears. A few of the other girls there got out of their seats and ran after her to comfort her, and Irvine himself sighed, righted the now-empty glass on his table, hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and walked out of the cafeteria casually.



Well, at least now he didn’t have to come up with some shitty break-up opening line. Whatever that was for, he was reasonably happy about it.



Still, he would have preferred she do that someplace a little lower on the food-chain for gossip. But it was Selphie he was thinking about—low-profile, quiet and shy were not words associated with her. It wasn’t his ego that worried him as much as his chances of finding a new partner now. He would be the gossip of the Garden for months; there were probably theories flying around that very moment as to what he had done. No girl would give him the time of day.



Then again… he wasn’t so sure he wanted anything from a girl for the next while.



His eyebrows rose as he pushed open the door to his room, which was left ajar. The sheets were a mess, but there weren’t any signs of Zell left there, and for that matter, Selphie’s stupid little decorations like that hanging window crystal and her framed picture were gone. Irvine closed and locked his door, took off his cola-soaked shirt, and took out a bottle of sake he kept in his nightstand for celebrations and headaches. He had a lot of both going at the moment.



“Goodbye and good riddance,” he muttered, putting the rim to his lips and taking a heavy swig.





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Part two, finished. Don't worry, the sex scenes get more detailed later, I promise. Read and review if you'd like.