In The End
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
735
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
The Adventures Continue
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one. This story is the product of my twisted mind. Please don’t sue me!!!
So the Irvine thing went well, don’t you think? I was quite pleased with myself afterwards, and I can honestly say that to this day I haven’t regretted it for even a moment. However, my next Internet conquest, John, was a different story.
It started out innocently enough. I honestly wasn’t planning on doing anything but just hang with him. John had different plans. One thing led to another and he somehow managed to seduce me into taking his virginity. Big mistake! As he left my apartment he asked me to be his boyfriend and I just didn’t have the heart to say no. I figured I at least owed him a chance. And so began a horrendous six week relationship.
If I so much as sneezed in the direction of someone else I was immediately accused of having been fucking him behind his back. He drove me up sixteen walls. Finally I got fed up enough and told him to fuck off.
About three days after I made John take a hike I got an IM from a guy who just wanted to talk for a few days and then maybe meet up. His name was Seifer, and he was cool as hell. The first night he asked to come over I blew him off for one of my late night motel sessions with Irvine. (Yes I know I’m bad… but if you’d ever seen Irvine you wouldn’t blame me). However, the next night I let him come by.
Now I’m sure you’ve watched enough movies that you’ve seen that obligatory scene where the main character spots the love interest and gets that look on their face like they’ve had some sort of epiphany telling them that that person is the one. I’m also sure that you’ve felt the need to spew while it was going on because ‘that just doesn’t happen.’ Well, I beg to differ. There is such a thing as love at first sight and this was definitely it.
So, anyway, the first night was rather uneventful. We sat around and talked, watched a movie, drank some beer. You know… guy stuff. We hit it off pretty well. Neither one of us made any advances though so I figured that maybe we’d be going the friend route for a while. However, when he got home and came online to tell me how bad he wanted to kiss me while we were watching the movie I began doing mental cartwheels. The next night he called and asked me if I wanted to hang out at his place. Like there was any chance of me actually saying no. Yet more guy stuff ensued. We watched a lot of TV, played some cards, talked a lot more. No kiss, or anything else, just yet though. I have to say it was kind of nice. No pressure, just having a good time… but damn did I want this guy bad or what!
The following night was a Friday. Party time!!! The roomies had plans to go out that night so Seifer decided to bring over some beer and hang with me at my place. After about four movies and a case of beer we were both pretty fucked up. With a rather elaborate yawn Seifer announced that he was real tired and asked if he could crash with me (reenter the mental cartwheels). It’s not like I would have let him drive home in that state anyway. So, I grab a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt and head for the bathroom to get ready for bed, only to come back and find the absolute most beautiful man on the face of the planet lying in my bed in his boxers…
So the Irvine thing went well, don’t you think? I was quite pleased with myself afterwards, and I can honestly say that to this day I haven’t regretted it for even a moment. However, my next Internet conquest, John, was a different story.
It started out innocently enough. I honestly wasn’t planning on doing anything but just hang with him. John had different plans. One thing led to another and he somehow managed to seduce me into taking his virginity. Big mistake! As he left my apartment he asked me to be his boyfriend and I just didn’t have the heart to say no. I figured I at least owed him a chance. And so began a horrendous six week relationship.
If I so much as sneezed in the direction of someone else I was immediately accused of having been fucking him behind his back. He drove me up sixteen walls. Finally I got fed up enough and told him to fuck off.
About three days after I made John take a hike I got an IM from a guy who just wanted to talk for a few days and then maybe meet up. His name was Seifer, and he was cool as hell. The first night he asked to come over I blew him off for one of my late night motel sessions with Irvine. (Yes I know I’m bad… but if you’d ever seen Irvine you wouldn’t blame me). However, the next night I let him come by.
Now I’m sure you’ve watched enough movies that you’ve seen that obligatory scene where the main character spots the love interest and gets that look on their face like they’ve had some sort of epiphany telling them that that person is the one. I’m also sure that you’ve felt the need to spew while it was going on because ‘that just doesn’t happen.’ Well, I beg to differ. There is such a thing as love at first sight and this was definitely it.
So, anyway, the first night was rather uneventful. We sat around and talked, watched a movie, drank some beer. You know… guy stuff. We hit it off pretty well. Neither one of us made any advances though so I figured that maybe we’d be going the friend route for a while. However, when he got home and came online to tell me how bad he wanted to kiss me while we were watching the movie I began doing mental cartwheels. The next night he called and asked me if I wanted to hang out at his place. Like there was any chance of me actually saying no. Yet more guy stuff ensued. We watched a lot of TV, played some cards, talked a lot more. No kiss, or anything else, just yet though. I have to say it was kind of nice. No pressure, just having a good time… but damn did I want this guy bad or what!
The following night was a Friday. Party time!!! The roomies had plans to go out that night so Seifer decided to bring over some beer and hang with me at my place. After about four movies and a case of beer we were both pretty fucked up. With a rather elaborate yawn Seifer announced that he was real tired and asked if he could crash with me (reenter the mental cartwheels). It’s not like I would have let him drive home in that state anyway. So, I grab a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt and head for the bathroom to get ready for bed, only to come back and find the absolute most beautiful man on the face of the planet lying in my bed in his boxers…