Fatality I: Teasing

Disclaimer: As if I really need to say this by now, they aren’t mine, they belong to Square Enix and I’m just having my wicked way with Squall and Irvine because I feel like it. And because that damned smut muse won’t leave me alone.

A/N: I’m writing more although I haven’t seen more reviews telling me I should, but but I’ve seen the hits go up, so I know people are at least reading this story. I think I’ve gotten myself in a little too deeply to quit right now anyway. I’ve got a friend to write out the Laguna/Squall hinted at in Chapter 2, and I’ll publish it here once she’s done, giving her proper credit of course. Well, this is an even chapter, so it’s from Squall’s POV and there’s actually fairly little plot, but there’ll be more in the next one, when Irvine and Laguna have a nice long conversation about things.
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I lie there on my bed, hands up under my head and my pants feeling very uncomfortably tight because of all the remembering I’ve been doing. It was about this time last night when I walked in to see Irvine and that led to the reason for my inability to focus. Before I can think about taking matters into my own hands and getting some relief from this erection, I hear a faint knocking on my door. I actually fall out of bed while trying to make my way there, and laugh at my own clumsiness. Maybe it’s Irvine, saying something about the naked pictures I left on his door. Nah, it’s been too soon for that unless he went to his room earlier than usual tonight. If it’s not him, anyone who looks down is going to be wondering what, or rather who, is on my mind right now.

I see nobody there, but then I look towards the knob and see the same bag I had used earlier to give him the pictures. Is he returning them as a way of saying he’s not interested in me any more now that he’s gotten what he wanted? A look inside disproves that thought and makes me sigh with relief. It’s a videotape, making me extremely curious to know what exactly could be on it. Knowing Irvine, only something that will cause me to either put it to good use, leave to go to his room, or maybe both in that order.

I put it in my VCR and sit on the edge of my bed, eagerly awaiting the first image of whatever it may be. It’s a bed, Irvine’s I assume because the auburn-haired cowboy then lies on it and undoes the button and zipper of his pants. Sweet Hyne, I know what this is going to be a video of and as I watch him begin to stroke himself, I undo my own fly, wrap a gloved hand around my shaft, and pump it slowly while I keep watching that video.

He’s beautiful while jacking off, I decide as my eyes remain glued to the image of his hand moving faster while he drops the picture of me he’d been holding in one hand. My own right hand gets faster as well an I eventually fall back onto the bed, eyes still up to watch it but I don’t really need anything else to think about. I just find the sight of him, now reaching orgasm on the tape, one of thst ast arousing things I’ve ever seeot tot too long after I hear him say my name and release all over his hand and shirt, I get to that point myself, feeling my warm seed land in much the same places as his had.

All right, I think we’ve both had enough fun with our little games today, but after I’ve gotten a little bit of a breather, I’m going to his room. As much as I enjoy this teasing him and waiting for his reaction, my body is telling me to learn more of what Irvine’s body feels like and tastes like. Ites aes a few minutes for my head to stop spinning and begin feeling like it’s attached to my shoulders once more, and during that time I tell myself that this time I’ll let him call the shots as opposed to last night when I’m not really sure what came over me to take charge.

My gloves get removed and left on my dresser and my leather coat with its fur collar stays on its hook before I open the door, deciding that more clothes will only serve as a hindrance tonight. A quick run of one hand through my hair and I’m ready to go, now walking down the hall and around the couple of corners that lead me towards his room, where I’m very sure he will be, waiting for some kind of a response from me.

I rap on his door a couple of times and that’s really all I need because it opens before I can do any more. Irvine’s standing there, wearing the same shirt he was in the video and it’s still damp in places. Then again, so is my own. There’s actually a smile on my face while I walk in and turn to him, resting my hand on his chin and pulling his head down a little to look at me better.

“I enjoyed the video, cowboy. Was your goal to make me come to you this time? If so, you definitely succeeded.”

“I could tell you enjoyed it. The proof is all over your shirt… now I wonder if you’ll be up for another round in the near future.” His last words are accompanied by his right hand sliding down my body and giving my crotch a light squeeze, just enough for my breathing to change momentarily.

If he plans to be the aggressive one this time, he can go right ahead and push me down onto his bed. The way I’d acted last night was a bit atypical, but I just might repeat it… not tonight though. At about the same time, our mouths move together and I get to taste him again, my tongue running across his parted lips and into his mouth while I can feel his hands roaming my back, now cupping my ass and squeezing it fairly firmly.

He takes a couple steps closer to me and my arms move up to drape around his neck, once more undoing his ponytail but this time enjoying the way those auburn strands feel against my fingers, nice and smooth. I weave my fingers through his hair as our kiss continues, lips together and tongues brushing against each other for short intervals of time before moving into each other’s mouths to keep tasting, keep reassuring ourselves that this is again happening. Irvine’s denim-covered erection brushes against my leather-covered one and we both groan through the kiss, now pulling back to catch our breathes and our eyes meet, gray meeting bluish-purple for the briefest of moments. In that look, I almost see more than I wanted to.

Either we’re really in a hurry or we can both tell what the other one wants because our shirts get tossed off to the side practically simultaneously. I now take the time to do what I hadn’t done before and let myself look over his naked torso. Like the rest of him, its beautiful- tan skin with only a few monster-induced scars and the faintest trail of hair leading down from his navel. Hyne, I’d love to run my tongue down that trail. His nipples are already erect and as I feel his gaze examining me more closely, my hands raise and I give them a light pinch, enjoying the sound it causes him to make.

Hands begin guiding me back towards the bed and I’m very willing to oblige, lying down on top of it and watching him move above me. I’d like to kiss him again, but his mouth lowers not to my lips, but my neck, where his tongue brushes against the skin and he sucks lightly before repeating the action a bit lower, gradually making his way down towards my chest, pale compared to his own sun-darkened skin. When I feel Irvine’s mouth brush across one nipple, I gasp a little while he whispers, “I wanted to do this to you last night, Squall, but you wouldn’t let me.”

If I’d know it would feel this good, I would have let his hands and mouth roam across my chest all they wanted to. Now, all I can do is lie back and take it, feeling his tongue move over each nipple a couple of times and then trail down the middle of my chest, gasping as it swirls around my navel and dips in for a moment. Any lower and I’ll be begging him to suck me off…but maybe that’s what he’s got in mind for tonight.

He makes his way back up a and and when our lips meet once more, he sucks on my tongue and I find myself again thinking about what it would be like to have his mouth around my erection, which is currently pressing against the zipper of my pants. I think I need to consider wearing boxers, at least when I know I’ll be around Irvine. I keep my hands on his back for a short time, but gradually move them towards his hips and to the front of his jeans, fumbling with the zipper a moment before I feel his own hands doing the same with me.

One of his slightly callused hands reaches inside my pants, wraps itself around my length, and gives it a few light strokes that cause my hips to arch and my breath to catch in my throat once more. Why in the hell am I so sensitive to his touch? I can’t really think about that because he’s fully removing my pants now, eyes falling from my face down to what he’s just uncovered. Next, he finishes pulling his jeans off, letting them join mine on the floor most likely. I remember well how that shaft feels in my hand and I repeat his few strokes, smiling a little more when he reacts much the same as I did.

Before I can wonder just what’s going to be done in the way of pleasure, he swings his body around so that his mouth is just barely above my cock and his own length is in my face. I know what he wants me to do, but I get instantly nervous because it’s not something I’ve done before. I’ll do my best though, I decide while opening my mouth and taking the first portion of him into it.

My hands again move to his hips and I resist the urge to groan around him as his tongue brushes against a very sensitive spot on my erection’s underside, instead I begin lightly sucking at him while moving my own tongue around, hoping to hear something to let me know I’m doing this right.

A short while of his mouth working away at me gets me relaxed to the point where I really don’t care how good of a job I’m doing as long as I hear the small moans that translate into pleasant vibrations going down my member. Almost his entire length is in my mouth now and I ignore the slight aching of my jaw, intent only on quite thoroughly enjoying this.

Irvine attempts thrusting his hips to get the rest of him inside of me, but I prevent it with a slight squeeze of my hands against his already sore hips, mentally apologizing for leaving even more bruises on such an amazing body. Eyes closed, I settle into a pattern of medium suction mixed with my tongue roaming around him, loving how this tastes so strongly of him, what I’d only been able to get a little taste of while kissing. His experience is evident in the way he’s got no problems taking every inch of me into his mouth and sucking rather firmly for a short while before easing up and using more of the licking that’s now making me moan.

I can tell by the way his body tenses up as I do that that he enjoys it, so I deliberately hum now and feel his head pull back slightly so he can gasp. All right, he enjoys that a lot so I’ll only do it occasionally, not sure of how long this has been going on, but knowing that I won’t be able to keep myself held back much longer…I’m going to blow in his mouth and I’m sure he’s got no problems with that. Me, on the other hand…well, I guess I don’t have much of a choice but to learn what all of him tastes like, so I just increase the pressure of my sucking and hope that he ends my sweet torture soon and just finishes me off.

And I finally get my wish, by feeling him get suddenly a lot harder with his sucking and faster with his tongue’s movements. I can’t help but groan loudly as my hips arch and I feel myself shooting down his throat as he swallows easily; thankfully, the fact that he’s in my mouth prevents it from being so loud that someone in a nearby room comes to investigate. That groan must be what it takes to push him over the edge because my mouth is then flooded with his release- warm and salty, but not so unpleasant that I can’t swallow most of it down, a little bit escapirom rom the corners of my mouth before he rolls off of me.

Once we’ve both returned to reality, he moves up to lie next to me, the smile on his face matching mine. I rest a hand on his cheek and lightly kiss him without caring where his mouth has just been because mine was in the same place. Why do I feel the overwhelming urge to either hug him against me or be hugged against him? Damn it all, I’m nice and confused right now.

Squ Squall, did you like that? I sure hope so because I thought it was pretty damned great.”

“I think you know the answer…and I think it goes without saying that this is just physical. I don’t want to hear you suddenly admit to having feelings for me or anything like that. Neither of us need that complication.” Maybe my words are a little harsh, but I don’t really care. I don’t need a relationship right now, especially not with someone that not everyone in Garden will be happy with knowing about. But then why is there a little voice inside of me saying that I want to stay close and not leave his side for a nice long time? I need to talk to Laguna or someone else that’s not a gossip.
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A/N: So, do you readers think I should have them keep it physical or will romance eventually come out despite everything Squall and Irvine are doing to hide it? Let me know so I’ve got an idea of where to take this. Email writeright@wowmail.com, IM me on AIM (same name there as here), or just post a review. Also, if you have any suggestions for what you’d like to see smut-wise, tell me and I just might include it. If anyone wants to help me think of better chapter titles, it would be greatly appreciated because I’m really no good with them.

Responso tho the people who reviewed Chapter 1 (sorry I’m late with this):

Everstrange- Yeah, I love this pairing too, although a pregame Seifer/Squall runs a distant second and I just despise Zell because he’s got too much energy. So far, they’re just having sex but that might change if either of them stop being confused.

Anon- See, I’m writing more and it’s coming out as fast as my smut muse works…hope you’re enjoying it.

Natalie- I love an uke Irvine as well, but I also think that both he and Squall would have no problems in either position, so I’ll just alternate uke and seme with no real pattern.