This is my Rifle, This is my Gun [complete]
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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831
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Part Five
Huzzah, Huzzah... five, steaming hot off the grill. Or keyboard. Whatever.
Read on, little ones, if you dare!
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This is my Rifle, This is my Gun
Part Five
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9:00 p.m. sharp.
Irvine straightened the tailored longcoat of his uniform, and brushed his hair out before tying it back in a neat black ribbon, the one he used for special occasions. He smiled in the mirror, but it only made him look away from it in irritation. His smile was forced and filled with frustration.
Leaving his hat on the dresser, he did one last check in the mirror and headed out the door, to the ceremony hall. This time, nobody paid attention to him as they all flocked in the same direction; everybody was too busy thinking about the ceremony, the dancing, and all the formalities.
Irvine was dreading it, but if he didn’t make an appearance he really would be on Squall’s bad side. Missing a class wasn’t so bad, but missing a major function was suspension material.
He entered the hall as the music began, and several couples headed to the dance floor. Irvine shied away to the shadows, hoping nobody but Squall would see him. He remained there for a quarter of an hour, simply watching the happy boys and girls dancing and swaying like grain in the wind. A sudden feeling of being watched struck him after he had been standing by the pillar for a good twenty minutes, and Irvine looked around. Zell’s gaze met his and the blonde smiled giddily, pointing to the door and heading there himself.
Irvine’s shoulders sagged. He took a step towards the door, and froze as he saw Squall approaching, also dressed in his good uniform and looking intense. Stormy grey met endearing blue, and Squall’s gaze remained locked with Irvine’s for several seconds, but it was neither warm nor pleasant. In fact, as the brunette came closer, he looked away icily, and walked right past Irvine, ignoring him outright. The sniper’s heart thundered in his chest as he felt like he’d been stabbed.
Squall must have woken up with Irvine holding him, flipped out after all that talk about the drunken tale of conquering Zell, and left as fast as his legs would take him. Irvine had lost one of his only friends, and the person that he wanted most in the world. He felt like sinking deeper into the shadows and staying there forever. The blade of steel embedded in his chest twisted, and he moved towards the door, stumbling once but regaining his balance. His expression was that of a lost boy as he reached the exit and wandered down the hall, staring at the floor with wide eyes.
His gunblade specialist, his brunette, Squall… hated him now. And Irvine’s desire for the man, rather than dying, was flourishing agonizingly. The more he repeated in his mind that image of those cold eyes looking right through him, the more it hurt, and the more he wanted Squall.
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“Irvine! What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Zell trotted over to the marksman and took his hand, guiding him towards the dormitories. “I know how we can make you feel better.”
Irvine shook his head and tried to say something, but nothing would come out. Zell’s intentions were one-track, and he pulled the sniper into his room, locking the door and smiling seductively. “Now, let’s get you out of that uniform,” the blonde murmured, taking hold of Irvine’s longcoat and pulling it off his shoulders, letting it slide to the floor.
The sniper shook his head, and this time he managed to whisper, “Zell, I don’t think we should do this…”
“What are you talking about?” the blonde chirped, undoing Irvine’s tie and vest, then working on his belt. “You’ve been teasing me for the last long time, and I want to go all the way tonight. I’m ready, Irvine. I want you.”
“Zell… don’t…” Irvine pleaded weakly, closing his eyes as his belt hit the floor, soon followed by his shirt.
“You’ll love it, Irvine. I promise. I don’t care if it’s your first time.”
“That’s enough,” the marksman whispered, barely audible. The blonde was on his knees, and had just finished unbuttoning the sniper’s pants, when Irvine’s eyes snapped open, his pupils tiny black pinpricks in beds of cobalt. “That’s enough!” He lifted his right hand and fisted it, swinging and connecting with Zell’s jaw.
The blonde hit the dresser and sank to the floor, stunned as blood dripped from his lip. He barely had time to react as Irvine’s large hand gripped his wrist and pulled him up, shoving him towards the bed. “Irvy, what the fuck are you doing?!” he cried out, holding his jaw as he hit the mattress.
Irvine ignored Zell, climbing on top of the fighter and taking hold of the blonde’s pants, tearing them from his body. A merciless, animalistic wrath contorted his features as he pushed Zell’s thighs apart.
“Irvine!” the blonde roared, no longer roused. “Get the fuck off me! Get out of my room!” He swung and hit the sniper directly in the temple, drawing blood, but it didn’t even seem to faze him.
“Is this what you want?!” Irvine roared back, taking hold of the blonde’s hips and lifting them in the air, levelling himself with the waiting entrance. “Is this it?!” He thrust viciously, and Zell cried out, his head rolling back and forth on the sheets.
“It hurts! Get out, Irvine, I hate you, it hurts!” he screamed, kicking his feet in the air. Zell took several more swipes at Irvine, but the third cracked against the sniper’s mouth, and Irvine’s eyes narrowed. He leaned forward and grabbed both of Zell’s fists, holding both together at the wrist with one hand and supporting himself with the other as he thrust harder and deeper. Zell screamed at the top of his lungs as tears welled in his eyes and spilled down his cheeks. “I HATE YOU!” he screeched over and over.
Irvine came inside Zell without a sound, then released the blonde, standing and pulling up his uniform pants. As he gathered the rest of his clothing, the fighter curled in a ball on his bed and wept softly.
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The sniper didn’t even look back as he stalked down the hallways to his room. When he was safely inside his own quarters, he dropped his clothing and stood in the entrance, staring at the floor. His fists shook as he blinked away the blurriness in his eyes.
He had no idea what had made him snap on Zell like that. All of his anger, his pain, it was all released in one violent torrent upon the innocent blonde, and now he had no friends left at all. Irvine’s chest heaved as he remained in the entrance to his dorm, unable to move from the spot.
That look Squall had given him… it had been so powerfully effective upon the sniper’s heart that he felt like it was shattering within him, and the fragments had managed to damage the last relationship he had left. He felt hollow and alone, and his adrenaline was racing. Irvine finally managed to lift his arm and smear away the tears threatening to spill. All of this, because he had allowed an innocent kiss, and because of poor choice after poor choice, snowballing on top of each other and ending with raping Zell. The sniper rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands and shuddered. He needed to think. He needed to think!
He turned back around and headed out his door, walking calmly through the hallways and to the elevator doors, up towards his balcony.
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Squall watched as the lone figure glided across the polished floors, bare-chested and dressed only in uniform pants, which were torn in the leg. He stopped in the middle of the empty hall and merely stared at Irvine’s back as the sniper got in the elevators and rode them up to a higher floor. He knew exactly where the copper-haired man was headed; to the balcony nobody else bothered with, because it was so out of the way to reach.
His eyes narrowed as he straightened his spine and headed towards the elevators as well, his gaze fixed with a determined stare.
This ended here and now.
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Ooooo! Cliffhanger! *poke poke* You think Squall is out of character yet? Wait till you get a load of part six.
Read and review if you'd like.
Read on, little ones, if you dare!
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This is my Rifle, This is my Gun
Part Five
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9:00 p.m. sharp.
Irvine straightened the tailored longcoat of his uniform, and brushed his hair out before tying it back in a neat black ribbon, the one he used for special occasions. He smiled in the mirror, but it only made him look away from it in irritation. His smile was forced and filled with frustration.
Leaving his hat on the dresser, he did one last check in the mirror and headed out the door, to the ceremony hall. This time, nobody paid attention to him as they all flocked in the same direction; everybody was too busy thinking about the ceremony, the dancing, and all the formalities.
Irvine was dreading it, but if he didn’t make an appearance he really would be on Squall’s bad side. Missing a class wasn’t so bad, but missing a major function was suspension material.
He entered the hall as the music began, and several couples headed to the dance floor. Irvine shied away to the shadows, hoping nobody but Squall would see him. He remained there for a quarter of an hour, simply watching the happy boys and girls dancing and swaying like grain in the wind. A sudden feeling of being watched struck him after he had been standing by the pillar for a good twenty minutes, and Irvine looked around. Zell’s gaze met his and the blonde smiled giddily, pointing to the door and heading there himself.
Irvine’s shoulders sagged. He took a step towards the door, and froze as he saw Squall approaching, also dressed in his good uniform and looking intense. Stormy grey met endearing blue, and Squall’s gaze remained locked with Irvine’s for several seconds, but it was neither warm nor pleasant. In fact, as the brunette came closer, he looked away icily, and walked right past Irvine, ignoring him outright. The sniper’s heart thundered in his chest as he felt like he’d been stabbed.
Squall must have woken up with Irvine holding him, flipped out after all that talk about the drunken tale of conquering Zell, and left as fast as his legs would take him. Irvine had lost one of his only friends, and the person that he wanted most in the world. He felt like sinking deeper into the shadows and staying there forever. The blade of steel embedded in his chest twisted, and he moved towards the door, stumbling once but regaining his balance. His expression was that of a lost boy as he reached the exit and wandered down the hall, staring at the floor with wide eyes.
His gunblade specialist, his brunette, Squall… hated him now. And Irvine’s desire for the man, rather than dying, was flourishing agonizingly. The more he repeated in his mind that image of those cold eyes looking right through him, the more it hurt, and the more he wanted Squall.
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“Irvine! What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Zell trotted over to the marksman and took his hand, guiding him towards the dormitories. “I know how we can make you feel better.”
Irvine shook his head and tried to say something, but nothing would come out. Zell’s intentions were one-track, and he pulled the sniper into his room, locking the door and smiling seductively. “Now, let’s get you out of that uniform,” the blonde murmured, taking hold of Irvine’s longcoat and pulling it off his shoulders, letting it slide to the floor.
The sniper shook his head, and this time he managed to whisper, “Zell, I don’t think we should do this…”
“What are you talking about?” the blonde chirped, undoing Irvine’s tie and vest, then working on his belt. “You’ve been teasing me for the last long time, and I want to go all the way tonight. I’m ready, Irvine. I want you.”
“Zell… don’t…” Irvine pleaded weakly, closing his eyes as his belt hit the floor, soon followed by his shirt.
“You’ll love it, Irvine. I promise. I don’t care if it’s your first time.”
“That’s enough,” the marksman whispered, barely audible. The blonde was on his knees, and had just finished unbuttoning the sniper’s pants, when Irvine’s eyes snapped open, his pupils tiny black pinpricks in beds of cobalt. “That’s enough!” He lifted his right hand and fisted it, swinging and connecting with Zell’s jaw.
The blonde hit the dresser and sank to the floor, stunned as blood dripped from his lip. He barely had time to react as Irvine’s large hand gripped his wrist and pulled him up, shoving him towards the bed. “Irvy, what the fuck are you doing?!” he cried out, holding his jaw as he hit the mattress.
Irvine ignored Zell, climbing on top of the fighter and taking hold of the blonde’s pants, tearing them from his body. A merciless, animalistic wrath contorted his features as he pushed Zell’s thighs apart.
“Irvine!” the blonde roared, no longer roused. “Get the fuck off me! Get out of my room!” He swung and hit the sniper directly in the temple, drawing blood, but it didn’t even seem to faze him.
“Is this what you want?!” Irvine roared back, taking hold of the blonde’s hips and lifting them in the air, levelling himself with the waiting entrance. “Is this it?!” He thrust viciously, and Zell cried out, his head rolling back and forth on the sheets.
“It hurts! Get out, Irvine, I hate you, it hurts!” he screamed, kicking his feet in the air. Zell took several more swipes at Irvine, but the third cracked against the sniper’s mouth, and Irvine’s eyes narrowed. He leaned forward and grabbed both of Zell’s fists, holding both together at the wrist with one hand and supporting himself with the other as he thrust harder and deeper. Zell screamed at the top of his lungs as tears welled in his eyes and spilled down his cheeks. “I HATE YOU!” he screeched over and over.
Irvine came inside Zell without a sound, then released the blonde, standing and pulling up his uniform pants. As he gathered the rest of his clothing, the fighter curled in a ball on his bed and wept softly.
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The sniper didn’t even look back as he stalked down the hallways to his room. When he was safely inside his own quarters, he dropped his clothing and stood in the entrance, staring at the floor. His fists shook as he blinked away the blurriness in his eyes.
He had no idea what had made him snap on Zell like that. All of his anger, his pain, it was all released in one violent torrent upon the innocent blonde, and now he had no friends left at all. Irvine’s chest heaved as he remained in the entrance to his dorm, unable to move from the spot.
That look Squall had given him… it had been so powerfully effective upon the sniper’s heart that he felt like it was shattering within him, and the fragments had managed to damage the last relationship he had left. He felt hollow and alone, and his adrenaline was racing. Irvine finally managed to lift his arm and smear away the tears threatening to spill. All of this, because he had allowed an innocent kiss, and because of poor choice after poor choice, snowballing on top of each other and ending with raping Zell. The sniper rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands and shuddered. He needed to think. He needed to think!
He turned back around and headed out his door, walking calmly through the hallways and to the elevator doors, up towards his balcony.
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Squall watched as the lone figure glided across the polished floors, bare-chested and dressed only in uniform pants, which were torn in the leg. He stopped in the middle of the empty hall and merely stared at Irvine’s back as the sniper got in the elevators and rode them up to a higher floor. He knew exactly where the copper-haired man was headed; to the balcony nobody else bothered with, because it was so out of the way to reach.
His eyes narrowed as he straightened his spine and headed towards the elevators as well, his gaze fixed with a determined stare.
This ended here and now.
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Ooooo! Cliffhanger! *poke poke* You think Squall is out of character yet? Wait till you get a load of part six.
Read and review if you'd like.