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
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
826
Reviews:
2
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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.
This is my Rifle, This is my Gun
This is my first fic posted on any fanfiction site… and not one of my best, but still a favourite. Squall x Irvine, and some Zell x Irvine (don’t ask…) The title is a warped quote from ‘Full Metal Jacket’ which I liked. All hail the sniper slut!
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*taps microphone* Hello? Hello? *coughs* Yeah… so… I think I have to make a disclaimer-type thing. I don’t own Final Fantasy or any of that jazz—I just like playing around with the characters. If you’re fine with that, read on.
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This is my Rifle, This is my Gun
Part One
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His lip was chewed raw already, but the moment he tasted his own blood in his mouth, it was Irvine’s last straw. The sniper ground his teeth and elbowed Selphie in the side, then feigned surprise. “Oh, sorry darlin’, my arm slipped!” he said, imploring forgiveness with a classic ‘you know you love me’ smile.
“You did that on purpose!” she whined, backing away from him and preparing to get off the bed. “Something always happens when I’m kissing you.”
So it did. “You know that isn’t true,” Irvine smiled sweetly, holding his arms out for a hug. Selphie eyed him suspiciously, not quite so sure in her convictions. “I liked what you were doing there on my neck, I really did,” the sniper continued, “it was an accident, I swear! Cross my heart and all that. Come on, Selphie, you know how I feel about you.”
She quirked her mouth to the side and put her hands on her hips, then finally gave in, leaning towards Irvine and accepting the hug. He embraced her firmly, and kissed the top of her head.
“Well it doesn’t matter anyways… I have a date with some girlfriends to go shopping,” Selphie sighed, snuggling against his chest and breathing his musky scent. “I wish I could cancel it. We barely talk or spend time together any more.”
“I know, I know. We’ll work something out, I’m sure,” he soothed.
Selphie pulled out of the strong grasp and stood, straightening her dress and smiling before leaning down and brushing her lips against Irvine’s. “I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon—can you be without me for that long?”
He laughed gently and winked, “I’ll try, but it’ll be hard.”
“Bye. Love you!” Another quick peck on the cheek, then Selphie turned on her heels and practically skipped out of Irvine’s room, humming happily.
As the door slammed behind her, Irvine’s breath left him in a groan and he flopped back onto his bed, arms out on either side of him and eyes closed. He lifted one hand and touched his neck where Selphie had been ‘kissing’ him, and curled his lip as his fingers touched slick skin. “What am I, a fucking salt lick?” he grumbled to himself, wiping his fingers off on the sheets.
He lay still for several minutes before sitting up and resting his elbows on his knees, letting strands of coppery hair fall down on either side of his face as he stared at the floor tiles. Had anybody in history ever felt a powerful love turn so sour that to be in the same room with that person made you physically ill? How he could have been so blind to all of the irritating things she said and did on a constant basis was a mystery to him now. She had been enthralling at one point, but now, he couldn’t even remember why, exactly. He shook his head and stood up, running his fingers through his hair and snatching his hat off the dresser, dropping it on his head and tilting it forward to avoid eye contact with anybody that might stop him and strike up a conversation. He grabbed his favourite rifle from the closet, slipped on his coat, and left his room at a brisk pace, making it appear as though he was busy and had somewhere he needed to be.
Figuring out how to end this without a huge scene was beyond him; everything was a huge scene with Selphie. What he needed was to be alone for a while, and release some energy.
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Squall’s eyebrows rose as he heard gunfire, and he spotted the source moments later, squaring off with a rather upset-looking poison type. Irvine massacred the creature easily—rather sloppily Squall thought, as compared to the sniper’s usual style—then moved on down the path in the training center.
The brunette shrugged nonchalantly and went his own way down a different path, dismissing the scene as quickly as he had spotted it.
“Squall, hey! Squall!”
He waited until Dincht was in front of him before acknowledging the blonde’s presence. “What?” he asked, expressionless.
“I saw Irvine come in here a few minutes ago. Have you seen him?”
Squall barely had to point in the direction and Zell was already trotting down the path. “Thanks, Squall!” he saluted before disappearing through the bushes.
The brunette rested his gunblade on his shoulder and continued through the center, mildly noting that it was rather busy for a weekend.
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“Irvine!”
The sniper lowered his rifle and turned to face Zell, who was sprinting towards him. “Hey, partner. What can I help you with?” he smiled pleasantly, thumbing the safety lock.
The blonde smiled back with a tinge of rose to his cheeks. “I saw you come in here, and I thought you might like some company. Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” Irvine nodded as his grip tightened on the trigger.
“Awesome,” Zell beamed, adjusting his gloves. “Faced any big ones yet?”
The sniper tilted his hat forwards slightly and resumed marching through the brush. “Nope. Though, after all we’ve been through, the monsters in here don’t quite seem so big and bad, y’know?”
“Oh I know!” he replied quickly, jumping ahead of the auburn haired marksman and taking several jabs at the air before him. “We’re in an entirely different class than we were when we first met, you and I. …And everyone else too, but, I think your skills have really soared.”
Irvine paused for a moment, then murmured his thanks with a raised eyebrow. Was it his imagination…? For the last few weeks he had been running into Zell a lot more than usual, too…
“Oh, hey, let’s go on the dock! I haven’t been in here for a long time.”
The sniper shrugged and followed Zell to the dock, hanging his rifle over his shoulder by the strap and burying his hands in his pockets. The blonde reached the end of the planks and leaned forward, peering into the water and smiling at himself. Irvine looked around casually, but his eyes narrowed as he swore he heard something like rope or wood under stress. The dock moved with the current, and Irvine heard the noise again as Zell crouched down and dipped his fingers into the water.
“Zell, I think this wood is getting on in age and we probably shouldn’t be…”
Crack.
Irvine’s shoulders sagged with exasperation just before the wood gave beneath their feet and the pair plunged into the water alongside the fragmented dock. He surfaced in the water and pushed the hair out of his eyes with a frown as Zell sputtered and coughed. “Dammit!” the blonde groaned, “I don’t have a change of clothes here!”
Irvine helped him out of the water and wrung out his ponytail before snatching his sopping hat up and flopping it onto his head irately. “You can dry them off in my room,” the sniper sighed as he removed his coat and slung it over his arm.
Zell’s face brightened. “Really? Thanks, man! You’re the best!” He slapped Irvine’s shoulder. “I’ll owe you one!”
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That's all for part one. Short and sweet. Does anybody but me want to hit Squall a lot of the time? No? Ok, just checking.
Please feel free to read and review
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*taps microphone* Hello? Hello? *coughs* Yeah… so… I think I have to make a disclaimer-type thing. I don’t own Final Fantasy or any of that jazz—I just like playing around with the characters. If you’re fine with that, read on.
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This is my Rifle, This is my Gun
Part One
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His lip was chewed raw already, but the moment he tasted his own blood in his mouth, it was Irvine’s last straw. The sniper ground his teeth and elbowed Selphie in the side, then feigned surprise. “Oh, sorry darlin’, my arm slipped!” he said, imploring forgiveness with a classic ‘you know you love me’ smile.
“You did that on purpose!” she whined, backing away from him and preparing to get off the bed. “Something always happens when I’m kissing you.”
So it did. “You know that isn’t true,” Irvine smiled sweetly, holding his arms out for a hug. Selphie eyed him suspiciously, not quite so sure in her convictions. “I liked what you were doing there on my neck, I really did,” the sniper continued, “it was an accident, I swear! Cross my heart and all that. Come on, Selphie, you know how I feel about you.”
She quirked her mouth to the side and put her hands on her hips, then finally gave in, leaning towards Irvine and accepting the hug. He embraced her firmly, and kissed the top of her head.
“Well it doesn’t matter anyways… I have a date with some girlfriends to go shopping,” Selphie sighed, snuggling against his chest and breathing his musky scent. “I wish I could cancel it. We barely talk or spend time together any more.”
“I know, I know. We’ll work something out, I’m sure,” he soothed.
Selphie pulled out of the strong grasp and stood, straightening her dress and smiling before leaning down and brushing her lips against Irvine’s. “I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon—can you be without me for that long?”
He laughed gently and winked, “I’ll try, but it’ll be hard.”
“Bye. Love you!” Another quick peck on the cheek, then Selphie turned on her heels and practically skipped out of Irvine’s room, humming happily.
As the door slammed behind her, Irvine’s breath left him in a groan and he flopped back onto his bed, arms out on either side of him and eyes closed. He lifted one hand and touched his neck where Selphie had been ‘kissing’ him, and curled his lip as his fingers touched slick skin. “What am I, a fucking salt lick?” he grumbled to himself, wiping his fingers off on the sheets.
He lay still for several minutes before sitting up and resting his elbows on his knees, letting strands of coppery hair fall down on either side of his face as he stared at the floor tiles. Had anybody in history ever felt a powerful love turn so sour that to be in the same room with that person made you physically ill? How he could have been so blind to all of the irritating things she said and did on a constant basis was a mystery to him now. She had been enthralling at one point, but now, he couldn’t even remember why, exactly. He shook his head and stood up, running his fingers through his hair and snatching his hat off the dresser, dropping it on his head and tilting it forward to avoid eye contact with anybody that might stop him and strike up a conversation. He grabbed his favourite rifle from the closet, slipped on his coat, and left his room at a brisk pace, making it appear as though he was busy and had somewhere he needed to be.
Figuring out how to end this without a huge scene was beyond him; everything was a huge scene with Selphie. What he needed was to be alone for a while, and release some energy.
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Squall’s eyebrows rose as he heard gunfire, and he spotted the source moments later, squaring off with a rather upset-looking poison type. Irvine massacred the creature easily—rather sloppily Squall thought, as compared to the sniper’s usual style—then moved on down the path in the training center.
The brunette shrugged nonchalantly and went his own way down a different path, dismissing the scene as quickly as he had spotted it.
“Squall, hey! Squall!”
He waited until Dincht was in front of him before acknowledging the blonde’s presence. “What?” he asked, expressionless.
“I saw Irvine come in here a few minutes ago. Have you seen him?”
Squall barely had to point in the direction and Zell was already trotting down the path. “Thanks, Squall!” he saluted before disappearing through the bushes.
The brunette rested his gunblade on his shoulder and continued through the center, mildly noting that it was rather busy for a weekend.
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“Irvine!”
The sniper lowered his rifle and turned to face Zell, who was sprinting towards him. “Hey, partner. What can I help you with?” he smiled pleasantly, thumbing the safety lock.
The blonde smiled back with a tinge of rose to his cheeks. “I saw you come in here, and I thought you might like some company. Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” Irvine nodded as his grip tightened on the trigger.
“Awesome,” Zell beamed, adjusting his gloves. “Faced any big ones yet?”
The sniper tilted his hat forwards slightly and resumed marching through the brush. “Nope. Though, after all we’ve been through, the monsters in here don’t quite seem so big and bad, y’know?”
“Oh I know!” he replied quickly, jumping ahead of the auburn haired marksman and taking several jabs at the air before him. “We’re in an entirely different class than we were when we first met, you and I. …And everyone else too, but, I think your skills have really soared.”
Irvine paused for a moment, then murmured his thanks with a raised eyebrow. Was it his imagination…? For the last few weeks he had been running into Zell a lot more than usual, too…
“Oh, hey, let’s go on the dock! I haven’t been in here for a long time.”
The sniper shrugged and followed Zell to the dock, hanging his rifle over his shoulder by the strap and burying his hands in his pockets. The blonde reached the end of the planks and leaned forward, peering into the water and smiling at himself. Irvine looked around casually, but his eyes narrowed as he swore he heard something like rope or wood under stress. The dock moved with the current, and Irvine heard the noise again as Zell crouched down and dipped his fingers into the water.
“Zell, I think this wood is getting on in age and we probably shouldn’t be…”
Crack.
Irvine’s shoulders sagged with exasperation just before the wood gave beneath their feet and the pair plunged into the water alongside the fragmented dock. He surfaced in the water and pushed the hair out of his eyes with a frown as Zell sputtered and coughed. “Dammit!” the blonde groaned, “I don’t have a change of clothes here!”
Irvine helped him out of the water and wrung out his ponytail before snatching his sopping hat up and flopping it onto his head irately. “You can dry them off in my room,” the sniper sighed as he removed his coat and slung it over his arm.
Zell’s face brightened. “Really? Thanks, man! You’re the best!” He slapped Irvine’s shoulder. “I’ll owe you one!”
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That's all for part one. Short and sweet. Does anybody but me want to hit Squall a lot of the time? No? Ok, just checking.
Please feel free to read and review