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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Irvine/Zell
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Irvine/Zell
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
792
Reviews:
7
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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Final Fantasy VIII is property of Square Enix. This story is just for fun; I'm not making any profit off of it.
Epilogue
Epilogue
Balamb, the following evening
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“Shit, it’s getting late. We’re never gonna find the damn captain.”
Squall leaned against the wall of the Dincht residence, Zell’s rant causing his headache to build. They’d just spent hours running circles around the little fishing village without any real idea of what they were looking for.
“Well,” he declared, moving to stand next to the forbidden stairway leading to Zell’s room, “We need rest and we can’t get back to the Garden.”
Zell immediately understood where he was going with that. “We can’t stay at the hotel... Ah, I guess we have no choice! Let’s go to my room and rest.”
Squall wondered why Irvine found that so funny... and why Zell looked so embarrassed when he turned to him. “It’s not like I’m inviting you guys, okay?! It’s ‘cause we have no choice!”
He was ignored as Squall ascended the staircase. “So this is Zell’s room?” It was surprisingly clean; the bed was made, no dirty clothing on the floor... not what one would expect of Zell.
“Well, it’s not very interesting hangin’ out in a guy’s room anyway...” Irvine murmured coolly. Suddenly his gaze fell on the shelf across the room. “Whoa!” he exclaimed, dashing over to it. “What is that!? These are some o’ them old-school rifles!” He fairly danced in his excitement, eyes darting over the smooth barrels, prompting a shout from Zell.
“Those are my grandpa’s! Don’t even think about it!”
Irvine ignored him, although he was resisting the temptation to actually touch any of the guns. “Oh man, oh man! These are so cool!”
Zell flushed noticeably, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “...heh-heh... well... all right... go ahead, check ‘em out.”
Squall had no time to protest before the house shook with a reverberating “BOOM!”
“The hell you doin’!!!?” Zell exclaimed.
...I knew he would... thought the unruffled leader with a glance at Irvine, who looked awfully pleased with himself.
After they’d calmed down Zell’s mother they decided to get some sleep. Squall gladly curled up on the floor with a blanket and pillow, but Irvine stood immobile. “Uh-uh. No way I’m sleeping on the floor.”
“Well, I’m not letting you share the bed, no way!”
“You didn’t seem to mind last night,” Irvine smirked. Squall felt his stomach lurch. He had not needed to hear that.
“Ergh... well... but...” he cast a panicked look at Squall, who had his back to them, and finally relented. “Okay, but you’d better stay on your side!”
“Sure thing,” Irvine beamed.
The night was peaceful... for all of ten minutes.
“AHH! I told you, keep your hands over there!”
“But then I can’t reach your-”
“I know, I KNOW! So don’t! Ahhh! Irvine, get out of my pants, NOW! ...ummm... ohhhhh... h... hey, I said to stop...”
Squall calmly picked up his pillow and placed it over his head. It was hard to breathe that way... well, if he didn’t die mercifully of asphyxiation, he’d remember never to take those two on a mission again.
It was going to be a loooong night...
Balamb, the following evening
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“Shit, it’s getting late. We’re never gonna find the damn captain.”
Squall leaned against the wall of the Dincht residence, Zell’s rant causing his headache to build. They’d just spent hours running circles around the little fishing village without any real idea of what they were looking for.
“Well,” he declared, moving to stand next to the forbidden stairway leading to Zell’s room, “We need rest and we can’t get back to the Garden.”
Zell immediately understood where he was going with that. “We can’t stay at the hotel... Ah, I guess we have no choice! Let’s go to my room and rest.”
Squall wondered why Irvine found that so funny... and why Zell looked so embarrassed when he turned to him. “It’s not like I’m inviting you guys, okay?! It’s ‘cause we have no choice!”
He was ignored as Squall ascended the staircase. “So this is Zell’s room?” It was surprisingly clean; the bed was made, no dirty clothing on the floor... not what one would expect of Zell.
“Well, it’s not very interesting hangin’ out in a guy’s room anyway...” Irvine murmured coolly. Suddenly his gaze fell on the shelf across the room. “Whoa!” he exclaimed, dashing over to it. “What is that!? These are some o’ them old-school rifles!” He fairly danced in his excitement, eyes darting over the smooth barrels, prompting a shout from Zell.
“Those are my grandpa’s! Don’t even think about it!”
Irvine ignored him, although he was resisting the temptation to actually touch any of the guns. “Oh man, oh man! These are so cool!”
Zell flushed noticeably, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “...heh-heh... well... all right... go ahead, check ‘em out.”
Squall had no time to protest before the house shook with a reverberating “BOOM!”
“The hell you doin’!!!?” Zell exclaimed.
...I knew he would... thought the unruffled leader with a glance at Irvine, who looked awfully pleased with himself.
After they’d calmed down Zell’s mother they decided to get some sleep. Squall gladly curled up on the floor with a blanket and pillow, but Irvine stood immobile. “Uh-uh. No way I’m sleeping on the floor.”
“Well, I’m not letting you share the bed, no way!”
“You didn’t seem to mind last night,” Irvine smirked. Squall felt his stomach lurch. He had not needed to hear that.
“Ergh... well... but...” he cast a panicked look at Squall, who had his back to them, and finally relented. “Okay, but you’d better stay on your side!”
“Sure thing,” Irvine beamed.
The night was peaceful... for all of ten minutes.
“AHH! I told you, keep your hands over there!”
“But then I can’t reach your-”
“I know, I KNOW! So don’t! Ahhh! Irvine, get out of my pants, NOW! ...ummm... ohhhhh... h... hey, I said to stop...”
Squall calmly picked up his pillow and placed it over his head. It was hard to breathe that way... well, if he didn’t die mercifully of asphyxiation, he’d remember never to take those two on a mission again.
It was going to be a loooong night...