Fashion statement

Game: Final Fantasy 8
Pairing: Squall x Zell (my fav pairing, but almost anyone x Zell is good)
Warnings: PWP (to the max), yaoi (obviously), just a little bondage fun.
Disclaimer: Final fantasy 8 is property of squaresoft, not me.

Fashion Statement

It had been a simple, innocent question. “Hey Squall, why is it that you wear three belts? I think one would be enough to hold your pants up.” the short blonde asked his best friend one day as they trained together, just having killed a few grats. Squall tried hard not to smirk to himself. After all, he had a reputation as a cold emotionless bastard to keep up.

“You really want to know?”

“Well when someone asks a question they usually expect an answer of some sort…”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Why not now?” Zell received no reply as Squall simply flipped his gun blade over his shoulder and went in search of something bigger to kill. After Ultemecia, it seemed nothing was a good enough challenge for him. With no sorceress to defeat, SeeD had become nothing more than monster killers for hire, cleaning up the mess that the lunar cry had created. And now that Squall had returned to his position as a regular SeeD he was bored out of his skull. Then again, Squall was already thinking of more fun ways to occupy his time other than killing things.

Zell sighed to himself as he followed Squall in search for bigger game. He considered Squall to be his best friend and he still could never tell what went on in his head. Zell bit his lip when he realized that while his mind wondered, so did his eyes and they were currently locked on his friend’s backside. Zell cursed to himself silently. For the past week Zell hadn’t been able to sleep. The cause of his insomnia? The fact that his subconscious thought it was a great idea to fill his dreams with inappropriate x-rated images of the former commander with a thing for leather. If Squall ever found out, he’d surely kill him. Why did he have to fall for his friend who had no chance of returning his feelings? He didn’t know how much more he could take of waking up every morning with either a major hard-on or even worse, soiled sheets. But how could he make himself stop feeling?

That night it was time for movies at Squall’s room. Even though Squall had returned command off the garden back over to Cid, he still got to enjoy the luxury of having one of the biggest rooms in garden. It was more like a small apartment than a dormitory room. It came with it’s own bathroom, like all the other rooms, but it was also equipped with a small kitchen and living room. Every Friday night they would get together to watch movies they rented from a little store in Balamb. It was Zell’s turn to pick, so Squall found himself sitting on the couch watching yet another action movie. This week was a renegade spy thriller. Who needed a deep plot and character development when you could have gun fights, car chases and a ridiculous amount of improbable explosions? Not that Squall didn’t enjoy action movies as much as the next guy, it was just that watching them every other week was getting rather monotonous. Squall definitely planned to rent a horror movie for next week. He never got tired of watching Zell jump a little in his seat whenever the killer or monster jumped out at the innocent, but rather brain-dead teenagers. The little martial artist was so childish sometimes it was amazing, especially since they had fought far scarier monsters in the war. But perhaps that innocence about Zell was one of the things that made him so cute.

“So you still want to know?” Squall questioned as the credits finally rolled. Zell simply gave his companion a confused look as he picked up their discarded empty popcorn bowls and took them to the kitchen sink. “The question you asked earlier.”

“Oh yeah. I totally forgot about that. So are you going to finally tell me why it is that you wear three belts?” Zell asked as he came back from the kitchen.

“Actually it’s kind of hard to explain. It would be a lot easier to just show you.” Squall remarked, getting up of the couch and leading Zell into his room.

“Now I’m almost afraid I asked,” Zell joked as Squall began undoing one of his longer cross-hanging belts. Zell was glad that the only light in the room was the moonlight from the balcony. It helped hide the deep blush rising in his cheeks as he thought some rather dirty thoughts about Squall stripping in front of him. Squall smirked to himself, Zell had no clue what he was in for. Once Squall had taken all of his belts off, he grabbed the startled blonde and threw him to the bed.

“The shorter one that hangs around my waist is to keep you from getting away,” Squall began, tying Zell’s wrists to the head board. Squall then divested himself of his pesky clothes. He loved the feel of his leather garments, but the feel of naked flesh was so much better. Zell let out a surprised squeak as Squall slid his shirt up, giving him access to Zell’s chest and quickly hardening nipples as they hit the cool air of Squall’s room. Zell gasped as Squall delicately laved at one of the pert nubs on his chest.

“Squall, what-… what are you…?!” Zell gasped out as the brunette began to make a trail of kisses leading down his stomach.

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m giving an explanation.” Squall scolded, twisting one of Zell’s nipples in a less than gentle fashion. Zell simply nodded, crimson blush visible even in the limited light. His brain went into meltdown when Squall began to undo his shorts. This couldn’t be happening could it? The stoic gunblader couldn’t really be pulling off his shorts and boxers along with them in one impatient tugging, could he? At this point Zell was sure that he had fallen asleep during the movie and this was another one of his wet dreams.

//Please don’t let me wake up from this…// That’s when Zell felt the feeling of leather straps being wrapped around his thighs. His eyes went wide as Squall tied them behind his back and he now found his legs forcefully held open. “The other two longer belts are to give me access to what’s mine.” Squall explained, running a finger from base to tip of Zell’s quickly hardening manhood. Zell gave out a whimper from deep in his throat as Squall continued with the teasing caresses all over his body, except where he longed to be touched the most. Zell’s pitiful whimpers became a cry as Squall abruptly took the little blonde into his mouth. Zell could do nothing but gasp and moan as Squall sucked him like a lollipop while running his tongue up and down Zell’s length. He found himself lifting his hips trying to get more contact with the wet heat enclosing his erection. Squall moved the hand that had been fondling the Dincht family jewels to the squirming blonde’s hips to hold him down.

One of the many things Squall had learned during the last sorceress war was that he liked having power. It made him feel like he had some sort of control in a horribly out-of-control and chaotic situation. So it was no wonder that he found he had the same needs when it came to his love life. Besides, it wouldn’t be much fun if the little martial artist came too early. Squall had waited a long time to make his move and he was going to enjoy every moment of it. He would see to it that Zell saw stars before the night was over. Then again, he couldn’t ignore his own needs either. With that in mind, Squall cautiously slid a finger into Zell’s tight opening and began to gently stretch him, all the while distracting Zell with his rather skilled mouth.

Zell wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out under Squall’s menstruations. That’s when Squall’s fingers hit the spot with in him that made with vision go white and made him call out the gunblader’s name. Squall took that as the signal that Zell was ready for a greater intrusion. Zell’s whimper in loss over Squall’s mouth was replaced by a heated moan as the brunette slowly impaled him. Once Squall was sure Zell was adjusted, he wasted no time in claiming his lover with hard fast thrusts. Zell cried out his name again and again as Squall hit his special place with every thrust. When Squall wrapped his hand around Zell’s throbbing need and began to pump it in time with his thrusts, Zell couldn’t take it any longer. He came , spraying them both with his seed. Squall came moments later, deep with in his new lover. Once the ecstasy had subsided, Squall released Zell from his restraints and pulled him into an embrace.

“So what happens if I ask to see you “gun blade”?” Zell asked jokingly, before drifting off to sleep in Squall’s arms.

The next morning, Zell awoke to find himself laying on Squall’s couch, fully clothed. //Figures that it was all a dream…// he thought with a sigh. Zell sat up and groaned at the horrible pain in his tailbone. It was just a dream, wasn’t it? Squall, in only a towel and wet hair, shoved a cup of coffee into Zell’s hands. “Thanks… What happened to you?” Zell questioned, seeing the black eye Squall was sporting.

“You clocked me while tossing and turning in your sleep. You must have been having one hell of a nightmare the way you were kicking and flailing your arms. So I dressed you so you wouldn’t get cold and dumped you on the couch.”

“You mean, last night… we really…?”

“So should we go get some breakfast, or would like to see my gun blade?” Squall smiled, with a bit of a leer.

“I think I’ll have to go with choice B.” Zell smirked, reaching up and pulling Squall’s towel off.


Author’s ramblings: I know people wanted me to write another Get Backers fic, but this one came to me and I just had to write it. Then again, if this one gets as good of a reception as “Best Job Ever” then I might write more for FF8... I do have one up on Noiresensus (the single most kickass FF8 fanfic site in the whole universe) under the name Zechsy Shimegami if anyone wants to read it… Apparently my only talent when it comes to fics is pwp lemons since my multi-part one didn’t get a bit of feed back, so I never continued it… Yes, I am one of those brat author’s who won’t write until I get a certain number of reviews or hits… But how else are you suppose to know if your stuff is worth continuing unless people tell you?