Shot in the Dark

Zell’s POV
I hate dealing with Irvine when he’s drunk. He’s always all touchy feely. After I got him into bed—I had to leave his vest and his chaps on, he’ll probably be pissed when he wakes up, but after I got his coat and his boots off He started trying to get my shirt off. Only Irvine would use a line as cheesy as “Save a horse and ride a cowboy.” When he tried to unzip my fly I bolted. I picked up my gloves and went straight for the training center. What the hell else am I supposed to do you know? I’ve got a lot of pent up energy to burn.
When I got to the Training center I slipped on my gloves and head through the first door. I found a trail of dead Ochu. Damn, somebody beat me to them, Grat blood was smeared across the dirt. Who killed everything?!
I started shadow boxing. This is bad, if I don’t do something I feel like I’m going to explode. I follow the trail of Grat blood across the bridge and find Squall at the edge of the small island, a T-Rexar’s teeth locked on Lionheart.
“Hey Squall, can I lend a hand?” He eyed me for a moment, and then nodded, gritting his teeth as the T-Rexar pushed him closer to the edge. He picked a hell of a place to fight something that big. I rush the beast from behind, hammering at it with my fists. Then I dropped my heel on its tail, and waited to hear the snap. It turned to me as I honed my energy, then I pummeled it as hard as I could. I nodded to Squall as I flipped back and kick it in the jaw. He rushed the T-Rexar and slashed its tail clean off, and shot it in the spine. It growled wildly, blood splattering everywhere as it turned to attack him. I took the opportunity to hop on its tail and flip up, punching and kicking it in the back of the neck before I flipped back to the ground. Squall shot it straight in the head, blood shooting out the back and trickling down its scaly back as it wailed in pain opening its bent jaw to devour him. He pounced like a hungry cat, hacking at its neck, passing through its flesh in two swipes before firing and blowing its head clean off. Its boy took a few steps back then fell to the ground with a heavy thump, blood and dirt raining down on us both.
“Wow!” I said, bouncing up and down. “What a rush man!” His eyes were closed and he sighed, sitting down, Crap he’s depressed isn’t he?
“Squall?”
“HN?”
“What’s up?” I said, bouncing back and forth, replaying the battle with my fists. He watched me for a moment, then closed his eyes again, leaning back against a palm tree. “Is something bothering you?” I know it’s about Irvine’s mission, but he has to at least say it.
“It’s nothing.” His eyes are still closed.
“Oh, come on Squall!” I shout punching air. “I’m your friend!” He opened his eyes and looked me over. I wonder if I’m the only person that feels like they’re completely naked under his scrutiny.
“I know.” He says softly, licking his pouty lips, I try not to pay attention. He doesn’t say anything more so I just sit with him. Just because he won’t talk to me doesn’t mean that I’ll give up. I scooted closer and pat him on the shoulder, he just leaned on me, letting those thick brown eyelashes flutter closed. His breathes were slow and I could feel his body softening against me.
“Squall?” He didn’t respond. Great. He’s a sleep. I looked over at him, his wispy eyelashes fluttering with each breath. His feathery chocolate locks stuck to his pale face, glowing with a sheen of sweat, his plump pink lips parted, warm breath brushing over my collar bone. Damn, first Irvine, now Squall. Why is everyone trying to tempt me today?