Fatality I: Teasing
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
904
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ante Up
Disclaimer: Same as Chapter 1. I don’t own any of the characters, nor am I making money off of this story. I’m just using them until the motivation to write an original story comes back to me. But the way this is going, the smut fairy is sticking with me for a while, so who knows when the desire to work on something other than this will come along?
A/N: There was nothing lemony in the last chapter, but there will be in this one as well as the next one, as well as a decent dose of plot development. *Tries to shove down devil horns currently sticking out of her head, but fails. * Well, in case you need a reminder, the story alternates POV’s, so this and all other odd ones will be Irvine, while the even ones will be Squall. Flashes back with added thoughts are in italics… I think that’s the only other note I need to make, so on with the smut. Oh, the beginning of this takes place at the same time as Chapter 2. I think any reader will be able to tell when it’s no longer happening at the same time.
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The instant I wake up the next morning, I roll out of his bed as quietly as I can, not wanting to wake Squall up. I’m betting that he wants all the sleep he can get after his activities with me last night. While I’m getting dressed again, my hands brush over my hips and I wince a little bit. As I suspected, he left bruises from gripping me so tightly, but I don’t really care. At least it’s proof that I really slept with him and it wasn’t jus ext extremely vivid dream. Just to be funny, I grab a pen and paper from his drawer and write a short note, saying “Save a horse, ride a cowboy”, and leave it on the pillow I slept on.
It seems like today I’ll be having bad luck, because I run into Selphie not too long after leaving his room. Although it’s early in the morning, she’s still very much awake and as energetic as ever. One look at the exhaustion written on my face and then the direction I came from tells my partner in crime all she needs to know. “You obviously had a good night with Squall. Guess our plan worked out pretty good. Just tell me if you ever want my help again. We make a good team.”
I rub my head, still a little sleepy, and mutter, “I think that was just a one-time thing, but I can live with that. If he even looks at me in the next week, I’ll be surprised,” before heading to my room. I need more sleep… Quistis and Xu want me to give a sharp-shooting demonstration to their junior classmen today and I won’t be able to do that without at least something resembling more sleep. Sleep, however, eludes me when I lie down on my bed.
Warm lips against mine, almost needy with the way he moved along so damned fast. It’s like he wanted to take me before I decided to run off or something. I could never do that though, could never string Squall along only to leave him before we both get what we want. The feeling of his hand, stroking me in time with his deep thrusts and the sound of him groaning my name with his release…Hyne, I’m not going to be able to concentrate today with so many memories running through my head.
The sound of an alarm brings me back to reality, making me get out of bed and change into a clean outfit of simple jeans and a T-shirt, nothing that would involve too much effort today. There’s no more need to tease Squall, so why even bother trying to look decent? After I grab Exeter, brush my hair, and pull it back out of my face, I head towards the Training Center where I know I’ll be showing off my skill with this gun for most of the day, with the exception of a short lunch break of course.
As I guessed, all of the students are impressed by my ability to shoot damn near anything they put in front of me, only missing on purpose when the teachers decide to be funny and place a picture of Squall over the target. I spot him at lunch and I see just how distracted he looks, could it be that he’s been reliving just as much memories as I’ve been? It would be nice to think that, but I can’t go getting my hopes up.
The few looks I got into his eyes were strange, though good at the same time. Why did he seem so determined to make it impersonal by not looking at me? Could it be that he was wanting me to be someone else? I wanted to think that I was just intensely attracted to him, but part of me is now thinking that there’s more to it than just that. Looks like I’ve gotten myself into one big mess….
Afternoon passes much the same as morning does, only thankfully shorter because there are fewer students to show off for. Selphie is right there waiting for me once I’m done, and I can tell she wants to talk, to hear more details about what happened last night. I’m more willing to talk now so I give her all the information I can remember, not willing to say that I think I actually care about him as opposed to merely wanting to sleep with him again (but I would like to do that). In return, she tells me that she passed by his room earlier and overheard a little bit of a conversation between him and Laguna… something about wondering whether or not a purely physical relationship would be possible.
Hearing that makes my heart jump up into my throat. Does he want that with me, just sex with no feelings involved? If so, I would be more than willing to agree to it, for a while at least. Selphie and I head towards my room after I tell her I need to think things over. She spots the bag before I do. “Ooh, I wonder what in there. Open the bag and tell me, please?”
Her enthusiasm is a little too much at times, but this isn’t one of them. I’m as eager as she is to see what could have been left on my door, so I pull it off my handle and look inside. The first glimpse of a totally naked Squall sprawled out on his bed makes me smile broadly and I can feel myself blushing. She takes one look and giggles before turning away. “I think this is his way of telling you that last night wasn’t just a crazy one-time thing… can I have one of them?”
“No, Selphie, you can’t have a naked picture of Squall. I’m sure I’ll find good use for every one of these.” Who took them, I wonder? Probably Laguna. It looks like he’s found someone to help him out with this game we seem to be playing with each other, but his father is a bit of a strange choice.
His body resting against mine, completely warm and soft, so relaxing unlike some of the other memories I have of being with people. I want to know more of what he feels like, to run my hands down his back and ass, and it seems like I might be getting that chance after all. Shit, this thinking combined with the pictures is making me extremely hard.
She leaves me alone then and I enter my room, thinking of a way to make him come to me this time instead of the other way around. My eyes get drawn to the camcorder I used to film that party we had after defeating Ultimecia and the smile on my face at that point is most likely very evil. I’ve got a tripod, and I use it to aim the camcorder down at my bed, making sure it shows the entire thing. Squall’s going to be getting a very nice show when he sees this tape.
I grab a tape that’s got nothing else on it, put it in, and turn it on before lying on the bed. With one of the pictures in my left hand, I use my right hand to undo the button and zipper on my pants, now removing my erection from my boxers. It’s very easy to forget that the camcorder is getting every bit of this, so I just let my eyes close and my hand get to work, moving up and down my shaft slowly at first before getting a little faster.
The picture falls to the ground when my other hand lets it go so it can grip my sheets. Memories are better than that picture, wishing my hand was his as I pump harder now and begin to groan while my hips liff off of the bed. All I can do is let my mind picture him thrusting into me over and over while he got louder at the same time I did and am doing right now. I still wonder what it would be like to have him suck on me, but given the way he kissed me yesterday, I can do a good job of imagining, hearing myself moan his name while my hand makes the last few hard and fast motions needed to bring my climax about.
Squall looks so relaxed while he sleeps, or maybe that’s just because of how completely he wore himself out before sleep last night. I hope I get to see that look on his face more often, sleeping or not. Then again, I also hope to know what he tastes like. My hopes will have to staat fat for a bit longer I suppose, at least until he sees this tape.
A quick look down shows that my shirt is now wet in quite a few places from my actions, yet I make no effort to change it right now. If he sees the video tonight, he just might come looking for me and changing clothes would then have become rather pointless. My best guess as to his location right now is his room because he wouldn’t have any need to relax and all of his business must be done or he never would have had those pictures taken. Carefully, I make my way there and leave it in the same bag he used for the pictures, ensuring that he’ll see it tonight by knocking on the door softly a couple of times before leaving.
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A/N:These 2 chapters would have been up earlier, but my modem got fried and I had to go 10 days without the Internet. Please R&R, flames will be frozen and used to fulfil my wishes (if you don't get it, play Chrono Cross). I like constructive criticism, so you can give me that through a review, an e-mail, or on AIM, that info's on my profile.
A/N: There was nothing lemony in the last chapter, but there will be in this one as well as the next one, as well as a decent dose of plot development. *Tries to shove down devil horns currently sticking out of her head, but fails. * Well, in case you need a reminder, the story alternates POV’s, so this and all other odd ones will be Irvine, while the even ones will be Squall. Flashes back with added thoughts are in italics… I think that’s the only other note I need to make, so on with the smut. Oh, the beginning of this takes place at the same time as Chapter 2. I think any reader will be able to tell when it’s no longer happening at the same time.
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The instant I wake up the next morning, I roll out of his bed as quietly as I can, not wanting to wake Squall up. I’m betting that he wants all the sleep he can get after his activities with me last night. While I’m getting dressed again, my hands brush over my hips and I wince a little bit. As I suspected, he left bruises from gripping me so tightly, but I don’t really care. At least it’s proof that I really slept with him and it wasn’t jus ext extremely vivid dream. Just to be funny, I grab a pen and paper from his drawer and write a short note, saying “Save a horse, ride a cowboy”, and leave it on the pillow I slept on.
It seems like today I’ll be having bad luck, because I run into Selphie not too long after leaving his room. Although it’s early in the morning, she’s still very much awake and as energetic as ever. One look at the exhaustion written on my face and then the direction I came from tells my partner in crime all she needs to know. “You obviously had a good night with Squall. Guess our plan worked out pretty good. Just tell me if you ever want my help again. We make a good team.”
I rub my head, still a little sleepy, and mutter, “I think that was just a one-time thing, but I can live with that. If he even looks at me in the next week, I’ll be surprised,” before heading to my room. I need more sleep… Quistis and Xu want me to give a sharp-shooting demonstration to their junior classmen today and I won’t be able to do that without at least something resembling more sleep. Sleep, however, eludes me when I lie down on my bed.
Warm lips against mine, almost needy with the way he moved along so damned fast. It’s like he wanted to take me before I decided to run off or something. I could never do that though, could never string Squall along only to leave him before we both get what we want. The feeling of his hand, stroking me in time with his deep thrusts and the sound of him groaning my name with his release…Hyne, I’m not going to be able to concentrate today with so many memories running through my head.
The sound of an alarm brings me back to reality, making me get out of bed and change into a clean outfit of simple jeans and a T-shirt, nothing that would involve too much effort today. There’s no more need to tease Squall, so why even bother trying to look decent? After I grab Exeter, brush my hair, and pull it back out of my face, I head towards the Training Center where I know I’ll be showing off my skill with this gun for most of the day, with the exception of a short lunch break of course.
As I guessed, all of the students are impressed by my ability to shoot damn near anything they put in front of me, only missing on purpose when the teachers decide to be funny and place a picture of Squall over the target. I spot him at lunch and I see just how distracted he looks, could it be that he’s been reliving just as much memories as I’ve been? It would be nice to think that, but I can’t go getting my hopes up.
The few looks I got into his eyes were strange, though good at the same time. Why did he seem so determined to make it impersonal by not looking at me? Could it be that he was wanting me to be someone else? I wanted to think that I was just intensely attracted to him, but part of me is now thinking that there’s more to it than just that. Looks like I’ve gotten myself into one big mess….
Afternoon passes much the same as morning does, only thankfully shorter because there are fewer students to show off for. Selphie is right there waiting for me once I’m done, and I can tell she wants to talk, to hear more details about what happened last night. I’m more willing to talk now so I give her all the information I can remember, not willing to say that I think I actually care about him as opposed to merely wanting to sleep with him again (but I would like to do that). In return, she tells me that she passed by his room earlier and overheard a little bit of a conversation between him and Laguna… something about wondering whether or not a purely physical relationship would be possible.
Hearing that makes my heart jump up into my throat. Does he want that with me, just sex with no feelings involved? If so, I would be more than willing to agree to it, for a while at least. Selphie and I head towards my room after I tell her I need to think things over. She spots the bag before I do. “Ooh, I wonder what in there. Open the bag and tell me, please?”
Her enthusiasm is a little too much at times, but this isn’t one of them. I’m as eager as she is to see what could have been left on my door, so I pull it off my handle and look inside. The first glimpse of a totally naked Squall sprawled out on his bed makes me smile broadly and I can feel myself blushing. She takes one look and giggles before turning away. “I think this is his way of telling you that last night wasn’t just a crazy one-time thing… can I have one of them?”
“No, Selphie, you can’t have a naked picture of Squall. I’m sure I’ll find good use for every one of these.” Who took them, I wonder? Probably Laguna. It looks like he’s found someone to help him out with this game we seem to be playing with each other, but his father is a bit of a strange choice.
His body resting against mine, completely warm and soft, so relaxing unlike some of the other memories I have of being with people. I want to know more of what he feels like, to run my hands down his back and ass, and it seems like I might be getting that chance after all. Shit, this thinking combined with the pictures is making me extremely hard.
She leaves me alone then and I enter my room, thinking of a way to make him come to me this time instead of the other way around. My eyes get drawn to the camcorder I used to film that party we had after defeating Ultimecia and the smile on my face at that point is most likely very evil. I’ve got a tripod, and I use it to aim the camcorder down at my bed, making sure it shows the entire thing. Squall’s going to be getting a very nice show when he sees this tape.
I grab a tape that’s got nothing else on it, put it in, and turn it on before lying on the bed. With one of the pictures in my left hand, I use my right hand to undo the button and zipper on my pants, now removing my erection from my boxers. It’s very easy to forget that the camcorder is getting every bit of this, so I just let my eyes close and my hand get to work, moving up and down my shaft slowly at first before getting a little faster.
The picture falls to the ground when my other hand lets it go so it can grip my sheets. Memories are better than that picture, wishing my hand was his as I pump harder now and begin to groan while my hips liff off of the bed. All I can do is let my mind picture him thrusting into me over and over while he got louder at the same time I did and am doing right now. I still wonder what it would be like to have him suck on me, but given the way he kissed me yesterday, I can do a good job of imagining, hearing myself moan his name while my hand makes the last few hard and fast motions needed to bring my climax about.
Squall looks so relaxed while he sleeps, or maybe that’s just because of how completely he wore himself out before sleep last night. I hope I get to see that look on his face more often, sleeping or not. Then again, I also hope to know what he tastes like. My hopes will have to staat fat for a bit longer I suppose, at least until he sees this tape.
A quick look down shows that my shirt is now wet in quite a few places from my actions, yet I make no effort to change it right now. If he sees the video tonight, he just might come looking for me and changing clothes would then have become rather pointless. My best guess as to his location right now is his room because he wouldn’t have any need to relax and all of his business must be done or he never would have had those pictures taken. Carefully, I make my way there and leave it in the same bag he used for the pictures, ensuring that he’ll see it tonight by knocking on the door softly a couple of times before leaving.
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A/N:These 2 chapters would have been up earlier, but my modem got fried and I had to go 10 days without the Internet. Please R&R, flames will be frozen and used to fulfil my wishes (if you don't get it, play Chrono Cross). I like constructive criticism, so you can give me that through a review, an e-mail, or on AIM, that info's on my profile.