The Game of Forever

Title: The Game of Forever

Author: Psycho Ferret

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Irvinex???

Warnings: Angst, graphic yaoi

Disclaimers: I do not own the characters or world of Final Fantasy 8. I do not own Macaroni Grill. I own nothing but this computer, my PS2, and a TV. And some other crap not worth mentioning. Don't bother sueing me. I'm getting no money out of this, whatsoever. This is purely for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of others who enjoy this kind of thing.

Author's Notes: /.../ <---Thoughts

*...* <---Stressing words

This takes place after the game. That's all I'm going to tell you. ^.~ You'll have to read on to find out other stuff. Harhar!



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It was raining. Again. It always seemed to rain on days that he liked to go out. But the rain reflected his mood.



The rain clouds cast a dark, greyish aura over everything, settling a rather depressing mood over the Balamb Garden and its inhabitants.



Irvine especially.



The mock cowboy had just broken up with his girlfriend that day. Or rather, she had broken up with him.



Irvine Kinneas, famed sharpshooter, had taken his girlfriend out to the Macaroni Grill for dinner to celebrate their anniversary. Selphie Tilmitt, Irvine's girlfriend, had gone along, had eaten dinner with him, and had acted as if nothing was amiss.



When the waitress took away the empty dessert plate, Selphie broke it to the other SEED.



"Irvy, honey... there's something I need to tell you."



"Anything, baby, just tell me." The man had leaned his elbows on the table, watching her. It thenthen that he noticed the slight, sudden change in her demeanor. It was as if she'd suddenly grown uncomfortable. ""What's wrong, baby?"



"Irvy... I... this isn't working out for us. Because... you see... I... I don't like guys in this way. I like women."



It wasn't really the fact that she had leeched his money out of him before breaking up. It wasn't the fact that she made him feel like this was going to last forever before she shattered those dreams. It was the fact that they had slept together, they had been inseparable, they had been voted cutest couple of the Garden, and suddenly she decided that she was a lesbian. He had been silent as she stood, as she took her purse and walked out.



That had been a few hours ago.



Irvine had returned to Garden sullenly, wandering around the grounds in a cold, numb, unaware state. He was oblivious to the pair of sea green eyes that watched him from the shadows, eyes that were careful to note every single movement the cowboy made.



It was dark. Last time Irvine had glanced at a clock, it had been 12:30. He should have been in bed. He had a class to teach the next morning.



All of these things went unnoticed by him.



It had been a habit of his to get depressed over some of the smallest things.



Like being dumped by his girlfriend of a year and a half for another woman.



Of course, maybe that would send any man into a sort of depression.



Irvine sighed, plopping down on a soaked bench, bowing his head forward. He ignored the waterfall of rain that slid off the brim of his hat in a torrent, splashing into his lap with a soft, wet splurch.



"Maybe I'm just destined for this. Retribution for my idiocy of using others." He shivered as a wave of coldness overcame him. "You'd think that she'd have known earlier, though. And maybe she could have told me sooner."



Irvine pulled out a small box from his pocket, flipping it open with one quivering hand and staring at the piece of jewelry inside.



It was a small ring of white gold with leaves and flowers etched into the band. Placed in the center was a glittering stone of emerald, reflecting the lights in its faceted design.



The brunette sighed heavily, shutting the box. He had planned on proposing to the girl after dinner, had planned on making sure their relationship lasted forever.



"Guess my luck's run out, huh Matron?" He leaned his head back, staring up at the cloudy night sky, blinking as the rain droplets pelted him gently with wet kisses. "Wonder what Selph's doing now. I hope she's at least happy with whatever happens."<

/So long as Selph's happy, I can't complain./



"You're so self-sacrificing. Doesn't your happiness matter?" A soft, purring voice drew Irvine away from his thoughts, making him turn his head to finally notice the figure standing off to the side. The voice was familiar to him, but softer and kinder than he remembered.



Irvine stood, shoving his numb hands in the pockets of his coat.



He couldn't quite place the voice and it was beginning to bother him.



"Well, I'd like to be happy, but if she's happy then it's all good."



"So much the part of the hero." The voice had a fringe of bitternesss lacing it at that comment.



"Whatever."



"You're starting to sound like Princess, cowboy." The figure chuckled, not straying from his place at the shadows.



Then it clicked. The voice. Irvine almost jumped as the realization hit him.



"Omigod, you're..."



---



"So that's what happened."



"Damn man, that's harsh. That takes a chunk out of your manly pride. Getting dumped by your girlfriend for another woman, eh? That's a big insult."



"No shit. I was gonna propose to her, too."



"So that's what the ring was about, eh? Pity. It's a pretty rock."



"Yeah, well... don't know what I'm gonna do with it. That's all it is, now. That and a little reminder of my failure."



"Shut up about failure, cowboy. You're not the one that-"



"Shh. Sorry, I won't talk about it again. Just..."



"Lay back, alright? I'll make it better for you."



"Kay. You sure you're okay with this?"



"It's not the first time I've done this. Just enjoy it and stop worrying about it."



---



"Hey, cowboy, I know it's harsh, whatever she did to you, but let me help you."



"Why would *you* want to help *me*?"



The other shrugged, resting an arm across the back of the couch they sat on. The pair had returned to Irvine's quarters to get out of the rain. The duo was seated on Irvine's couch, clad in only their boxers. Each had a fluffy, warm towel wrapped about their shoulders.

"I don't know. Maybe as sort of an apology or something. You know. For what happened."

"You don't have to apologize. We heard the story and everything. We believe you."

The other man went silent, not bothering to answer him. He bowed his head. "So. Guess you're lonely, huh?" Irvine started at the question, glancing at the man beside him.

"Yeah. Kinda sad, I guess, considering the fact that we broke up mere hours ago. Bet you're kinda lonely too, right?"

"Sort of. What with all that happened, I can see why no one would want to be around me." The other figure trailed off as Irvine placed a finger against the man's lips.

"Stop being so depressing. Please."

For a moment, both men sat there before the cowboy pulled away, settling his hands back where they'd been before. Another minute of silence passed between them.

"So? you want to not be lonely for a night?"

Irvine glanced at the other at his question, quirking a brow slightly. "You sure?"

"Yeah. I just want to be warm for one night. But if you don't want to?"

"No. I want to."

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Irvine grunted softly as the man dropped him unceremoniously onto the SEED's bed. For a moment he looked up at the other, admiring the build he'd failed to notice before. The man standing above him was tall, just a few inches taller than Irvine. Short locks of golden blonde were swiped back to keep from hiding brilliant eyes of emerald. Full, pouty lips were slightly rosy and hidden beneath them were ivory teeth. His body was packed with rock hard, smooth muscle that shifted sleekly whenever the blonde moved.

"Do you have any?"

"Desk. Second drawer." And the blonde was off, padding over to the desk and rifling around, grasping the clear tube in one hand and returning to the brunette's side. He settled the tube on the top of the bedside table, lounging on a knee at the edge of the bed to survey the brunette.

"Touch yourself, Irvine."

The order took Irvine by surprise. He wasn't used to doing that in front of anyone, but he didn't hesitate to lift his hips up to slide off his precious boxers, tossing them to the side. Violet eyes lifted to look at the other for a moment, receiving a nod in return.

/Omigod? I can't believe I'm going to do this. In front of *him* no less./

One tanned hand rose, settling itself gently against Irvine's member as he sat up, heels settled on the mattress, his legs spread. If he was going to do this, he'd make sure his lover had a damn good show of it. He squeezed gently and began to slide his hand up and down his shaft, groaning softly as he felt himself grow hard beneath his own touch. He'd done this before, just not in front of someone else.

/This feels? so good, with him watching./

His breathing had grown harsh far quicker this time than any other, and he felt himself throttling towards the edge faster than ever before.

/It's all because of him. Because he's watching./

Irvine closed his eyes, running his thumb once, twice over the slit at the head of his member, groaning. He threw his head back, panting, his hips beginning to move in time with his strokes.

And then it was over in a white flash that overwhelmed the brunette's mind, sending his mind down a waterfall of passion. He let out a strangled cry, bottom lip quivering as he let his legs sink to the mattress, let his hand drop from its place. Irvine mumbled something and scooted over.

"Impressive show, cowboy." The strong voice brought Irvine back from his dazed state, and he blinked his eyes open to look at the blonde. "What did you say after, though? I didn't catch it."

"Said the sheets are wet. 'ncomfortable. Don' wan' to lay in wet." He pouted at the other's chuckle. "'S *your* fault, too. Made me do it."

"You're the one that made yourself come all over the damn place, cowboy. Didn't say you had to do that. Just told you to touch yourself. But I told you that *I'd* get rid of your loneliness, so no more touching yourself. For tonight, anyway." The blonde lay down next to Irvine, flashing a feral grin.

Irvine blinked at him, yelping a little as white teeth latched gently onto one tan, revealed nipple, tugging and rolling it. His entire body thrummed with the aftereffects of his last orgasm, and so the sensations were twice as strong. The brunette shivered, groaning.

"Calm down, cowboy. I mean, seriously. I won't even get to taste you and you'll have another orgasm."

Irvine's member had already started to harden under the teasing that the other man had given to the cowboy's nipple. Wait? nipples. Plural, now that the blonde had started tugging on his second nipple with his rough fingers.

Irvine moaned at the thought of the other man wrapping those beautiful lips of his around his cock. Thus, his member grew harder.

And then, the man's teeth and fingers were gone and the brunette felt luscious lips pressed against his own. Fervent movements crushing their tiers together, parted with the askance of entrance from an eager tongue. Then their tongues danced, tracing each other's velvety mouths heatedly.

The blonde pulled away, nibbling gently on Irvine's bottom lip before he moved, sliding down so that he was face to face with the cowboy's stressing erection.

The instructor groaned as he felt the blonde's breath against his arousal. He waited, his muscles tense, for the other to take him within his mouth.

/A mouth that tastes like cigarettes and strawberries. Shit!/

And then Irvine lost his ability to think as the blonde's tongue darted out, laving the head of Irvine's cock. The brunette gasped, arching his hips into the restraining grasp of the other's hands; hands that pushed his torso back onto the bed, firmly holding him there. The softest graze of teeth there, and then followed lips, and before he knew it, the other had relaxed the muscles in his throat and had taken Irvine in completely. The brunette cried out, one hand fisting itself inside the fall of the blonde hair, the other lacing its digits in the rumpled sheets.

The other was moving then, bobbing his head up and down on the other's shaft, drawing forth groans and erotic words muttered in a throaty voice.

The blonde pulled away as he felt Irvine's muscles tighten, readying themselves for another release. He chuckled at Irvine's groan of annoyance.

"Fuck you! I hate you!" It was nearly a sob of want, those words that rolled forth from Irvine's lips, directed at the blonde.

"Fuck me? No." He grinned. "I'll fuck you, though."

"Yes! Do it now!"

The blonde chuckled, lacing his fingers with lubricant from the tube he'd groped for, and pressed one digit to the man's opening, pushing past the tight rings of muscle he found there. He heard Irvine's soft sigh of relief, and then of frustration. It wasn't enough for the brunette. The other man deposited a second finger, and then a third, scissoring them inside the hot cavern, brushing against that secret spot that made the braun-haired man shudder.

"DO IT! Now, or by Shiva's light, I will fucking *kill* you."

"But then I wouldn't get to fuck you, and you'd have this little problem."

"FUCK ME, GOD DAMN IT!"

"Of course." The blonde needed no more urging. He lifted Irvine's legs and settled them over his own shoulders, lubricating his own aching member and settling himself right at Irvine's entrance. The other laced his fingers with the cowboy's as he leaned down, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss as he pushed inside.

The blonde grunted at the tightness, at the heat, and shivered.

"Not many people take you like this, do they, huh cowboy?"

There was panting for an answer, and then actual words. "No. Only you."

"Only. Me. Huh?" Each word was punctuated with a thrust, the blonde burying himself deep inside his lover.

Irvine flung his head against the pillows, growling. " Only you."

"So special."

"Unh? Harder!"

The blonde obliged happily, thrusting inside the man's cavity with vicious movements, making sure to smack right into that secret spot he'd found.

Both men could hear each other panting as they felt themselves grow closer and closer to the edge.

And then it was over. They released simultaneously, their orgasms washing over them in white hot flashes of passion and flame.

The bigger man managed to roll onto his side as he collapsed, breathing heavily.

He heard his name on the brunette's lips.

"Is this a one-night thing to you, Seifer?"

"A one-night thing? I was hoping not, cowboy. Loneliness ain't no big thing to me."

/I can't believe I'm going to do this./

There was a moment of silence before Irvine got up--albeit a bit wobbly--and padded off to the bathroom where their clothes hung to dry. He returned a moment later with the small, ebony box in his hand. The brunette settled down on the mattress, glancing at Seifer. He lifted the lid of the box and drew out the ring within it. The gem reflected the color of the ex Sorceress' Knight's eyes perfectly. The cowboy unhooked one of his necklaces--a simple gold chain--and slid the ring onto the thing.

Seifer watched in awe, a smile twitching at his lips.

"Then let this game last forever."

The chain was clasped around Seifer's neck gently, and a pair of lips greeted his hungrily. He returned the gesture graciously, and then pulled away.

"That's a pretty nice rock you got there, cowboy." A grin slipped onto his lips.

He chuckled as Irvine groaned when Seifer grasped his member in a rough hand, pushing him backward onto the bed.

"Yeah. Forever, baby. I like the sound of that."

~~~Fin~~~