Voyeurs!

VOYEURS!
By Draia

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Squaresoft, dontchaknow.
Summary: Silliness! Irvine and Zell end up in a sticky situation. Kind of PWP, except there is a tiniest remotest hint of a plot behind it. =D

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Goddamnit, where in the hell was it? he cursed mentally, tentatively sweeping his gaze around the unfamiliar quarters. I should’ve known not to give it to Quisty to mind! When she said she’d put it somewhere ‘safe’, she’d sure meant it…

Thankfully, the party was still in full swing down in the Hall, and the girls’ quarters were deserted. Nobody had seen him quickly slip in… and surely no-one would notice if he had a quick look around Quisty’s room for it… right? Especially with Zell on lookout…

The quarters are so small… an’ it’s gotta be here somewhere…

“C’mon man, hurry up!” Zell half-shouted from his post around the corner. Sounded like he still had a mouthful of half-chewed hotdog, and was more than a little nervous. “Geez, what if somebody sees us…”

“Chill,” Irvine pouted, scanning the desk and the shelves quickly, but to no avail. There were a few other places she might have put it… bedside table, desk drawers, locker – he got to work on the desk, rummaging hurriedly. “It’ll only take a sec.”

Zell continued mumbling just outside. Something about ‘her’ and ‘was it this block she lived in?’ or something. Man, the way he’s going on, someone’ll hear us, the cowboy thought as he dug frantically through the last drawer, filled as it was with old test papers, paper clips, pens and other trivial odds and ends. He was looking for a yellow box: a yellow box with gold-colored ribbon on it… the gift he’d bought for Selphie’s birthday, which was, of course, today.

Man, where IS it…!

“The hell did I give it to Quistis to mind for?” he muttered to himself, turning attention to the locker. “And where did she go all of a sudden…”

“What is it, anyway?” Zell piped up, sticking his head around the corner. “Is it a ring? You could’ve asked me and I’d have made ya one for free, y’know…”

“Tell you when I find the damn thing,” Irvine shot back, apparently beaten by the locker, too. “S’gotta be in the bedside drawer… hey man, are you keeping a lookout, or what?”

“Oh! Right,” Zell nodded, his head disappearing from view again.

Patting his hat firmly down, Irvine shifted to the bedside. Just when I was all set to make my move… my star move… THIS happens… his mind grumbled. What if it’s not even in here? Oh man…

No yellow boxes here… just more odds and ends, night cream, tissues, big leather strap-on…

…STRAP-ON!?

The cowboy’s mouth dropped open with a silent mouthing of the words “holy shit!”

Nope, his eyes weren’t deceiving him… a big, studded leather strap-on with a monstrous rubber cock that had to be… what, ten inches long, easily…

Quistis…man, I would have never known…

Of its own accord, the hand on the drawer reached out to poke it. And what was just behind it…? A vibrator… and a… leather whip?

Okay… maybe I *should* have guessed…

“Oh shit!”

Zell’s sudden frantic exclamation from the hallway caused Irvine to leap up and scuttle to the door. Zell was cursing “She’s here! She’s here! Oh shit, we gotta hide, quick!” before he appeared, tumbled right over him and bowled them both over like a couple of pins.

“WHO’s here?”

“…Her!”

“The girl with the pigtail?”

“What’s she gonna say if she sees us sneaking around the girl’s dorms like a couple of perverts?”

“Well shut the door then!” Irvine snapped, attempting to untangle himself from Zell’s trembling bulk, finding his hat had been displaced. “You almost concussed me there, damnit!”

Great… and where’s my hat gone?

In the semi-darkness of the room, Irvine found himself groping about while Zell jumped up and tried to shut the door. A minute of fumbling later and his hand closed on the hat, just as Zell bashed into him again, shoving him right into the locker-space behind the door.

“What the fuck -”

“The door won’t close!”

“Aw, what, we gotta hide in the closet now?”

“Just get in, man! I don’t want her to see me here, alright? I gotta reputation to keep, ya know.”

Reputation? Yeah, right!

The cowboy tilted his head up in frustration and blew out a long breath. It was dark and close in the locker, and Zell was madly trying to slide the door shut, and not having all that much luck because a bunch of Quistis’ garments had been pushed up around them and were sticking out into the opening. After a moment of painful silence, Zell finally breathed out, apparently relieved to have got away without being spotted, and that the locker door was at least three-quarters shut as it had been when Irvine arrived.

“You do realise how ridiculous this is…?” the cowboy asked solemnly, after a pause.

“What?”

“Well, I only came in here to -”

“Shhhh!”

“…I don’t hear anything,” Irvine sighed. “C’mon, lemme out. I gotta find Selphie’s present!”

“I thought you found it? Weren’t you looking at it?”

“No, I was looking at the str- ah, nothing. C’mon, move.”

Zell had just managed to jam the door open again when some drunken giggling erupted nearby… very nearby. With a yelp, Zell slammed it back shut reflexively, trapping Irvine’s wrist and earning him a boot in the shin in return.

“Ow! The hell are you doing!”

“Sorry! Shhh,” Zell panted, then started whispering like a mantra: “Oh please don’t come in here… please don’t come in here…”

Goddamnit…!

The giggling got closer. Louder. And then it was in the room, to the boys’ never-ending dismay. Not Quistis, though… it wasn’t her voice… it was…

Zell stuck his face to the opening in the locker door. It was… was it?

“What’s she doing in here?” he whispered to Irvine… as if Irvine would know.

“Who…!”

“Rinoa!”

There she was, standing there, swaying a bit from a few too many glasses of champagne… and rubbing at her black lycra shorts. “Come on, Quisty!” she called loudly. “You said you had a spare dress, right? I’m not gonna sit there all night with a patch of spilled drink on my crotch!”

Oh. Nice goin’ Zell...just swell, the cowboy thought, rolling his eyes, managing to sink slowly into something like a sitting position in the cramped space to relieve the awkward posture Zell had squished him into when he’d dived for cover. The blond, rather embarrassed, flicked his eyes over at the blackness to where he guessed Irvine would be staring sardonically back. He shrugged, pitifully.

Meanwhile, Rinoa had crossed the room and had plunked what sounded like a bottle and a glass onto the desk, and was mumbling giddily to herself. “Oh hurry up, Quiiiisty…”

Then, crouched in the tiny locker with their legs tangled up, the boys heard an explosion of laughter from Rinoa, who seemed suddenly beside herself with amusement.

“Hahahahah! Oh my God… Quisty!”

“What?”

Quistis’ voice…

“There you are! Hahahah…”

“What’s so funny?”

“This!”

They heard Quistis gasp and run over to the far side of the room. “Where did you get that?” She sounded shocked, and rather drunk too.

“In your drawer,” Rinoa laughed, almost in hysterics. “And you left the drawer open, too…”

“…I did?”

Rinoa carried on giggling. “You should at least remember to shut some things, then… like your door!”

“Oh God… this is… embarrassing!”

“Aw, why? I won’t tell anyone…”

Irvine was listening, somewhat mortified, somewhat fascinated. An elbow from Zell roused him.

“The hell they talking about?” he pushed in a whisper, straining at the open crack of the locker to see. “What is it? Did you see it?”

Irvine only nudged him back - the last thing he wanted now was for them to be discovered crouching in Quistis’ locker, after having inadvertently tipped off Rinoa about her sex toys. The locker thing was ungentlemanly enough… but stumbling out in the middle of this kinda conversation just wouldn’t do.

“Be. Quiet,” he whispered back firmly.

Man oh man…

“Well, do you use it?” Rinoa was asking excitedly. “Who with?”

“Oh, you know…”

“No, I don’t know! Why don’t you tell me?”

“I think you’ve seen and heard enough,” Quistis snapped, in mock-anger, before she burst out laughing again. “Let’s get you that dress…”

Crap, the locker! Irvine thought, suddenly noticing hangings of fancy clothes that were draped ridiculously across and over Zell’s miserable head in the sliver of light from the crack. I bet the dress is in HERE…

“No, no, no, no…” Rinoa continued. “You’re not getting off that easily. I wanna know.”

“You’re so nosy!”

“Oh come on.”

“What’s the big deal?”

“It IS pretty big…”

“Oh shut the door, and here’s the dress. I kept it out for you… God, I need more to drink, definitely.”

“Well, I brought the bottle.”

“Oh good… haha.”

Man, are they drunk…

Rinoa had shut the door and locked it (were the girls’ doorlocks different or something? Zell found himself wondering) and had already started to peel off her wet clothes, while Quistis poured herself a large drink, from the sound of it. Again Zell looked away from the crack to where Irvine sat, and gulped.

“She’s gettin’ undressed!” he mouthed, gesturing madly and looking halfway between horrified and panicked.

Man, Zell really is a…

“This is my fault, really…” Rinoa piped up again. “Squall’s a terrible dancer at first, and I’m the one that asked him to, with a drink in my hand, too, when he trod on my foot.”

“I thought he was a pretty good dancer that night.”

“That night? Oh… that night.”

“I was… oh, sorry! You’re not finished! Ahem!”

“So anyway… about the strap-on…”

Zell almost choked, but somehow just managed to stop by puffing out his cheeks and holding it in… to the point where he really did look like a fat-chocobo.

“…Yes?”

“Well, where did you get it? I mean, where can you get those?”

“Why, do you want one?” Quistis laughed.

“I didn’t say that, now did I?”

“Oh come on. Anyone could tell you’re curious.”

Zell kicked the cowboy again. “Strap-on? Quistis has a strap-on?” he was garbling in his best hushed tones… “Wait, what’s a strap-on?”

“A strap-on cock, you idiot!” the other whispered back fiercely.

“Quistis has a strap-on cock?!”

“Shhhhhh!”

“Say, does it… you know… what does it feel like?” Rinoa ventured.

“Well, it’s best if you use a double-ender… what - what are you… oh God, Rinoa, you’re not going to put it on! Oh, not like that…”

“Well how else does it go?”

As if being cramped up in this ridiculous crouch-sit, Irvine now found he had another nemesis - the crotch of his pants were beginning to grow tight.

Don’t listen… just hope they get dressed and leave…

Okay, so if it was just ME in here it wouldn’t be an issue, but…

But it sure didn’t sound like Rinoa was in a hurry to get dressed. She was laughing, and he was pretty sure she’d started drinking from the bottle as she pranced about with Quistis trying to get the strap-on back in her possession. Finally they collapsed on the bed, laughing together, and Rinoa said something that made Irvine’s pants painfully tight, and even started a tingle in Zell’s terrified ones.

“You wear it, Quisty.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, I wanna see how you put one on. You’re so sexy.”

“And you are so drunk.”

“And you’re not drunk enough! Come on...”

“Wha! What did you do that for?!” Quistis yelped suddenly, and Rinoa fell into a giggling fit again. “My dress… your drink…”

“So you have to take your clothes off too, and put IT on,” came the reply.

“Oh really?”

“Yep.”

“Fine.”

“Hey!” the dark-haired girl chuckled, as Quistis had apparently exacted revenge by throwing her drink over her too. “Now you’ve wet my underwear!”

“And now we're even.”

“Oh instructor, “you’re so cute when you’re maaaaad,”” the other teased mercilessly.

“I’m not an instructor.”

“Just this once?”

“I’m soaked.”

“Mmm.”

Oh mah Gawd, Irvine’s brain was protesting. They’re so drunk and they’re both half-naked and there’s a strap-on and I’m getting a monster boner and I wanna cover Zell’s eyes and ears because he looks like he’s on the goddamn verge of FAINTING here…

No, the voice of reason, contested. Calm down, cowboy, play it cool. “Hey,” he whispered to Zell. “Switch places with me for a minute.”

“What? Why?”

“I gotta plan.”

Without another word, Zell slid up into a standing position again and somehow managed to step over Irvine - without booting him in the head, small miracle - as the other slid forward still in his crouch-sit. Now Irvine’s head was at the crack, and Zell was bunched up against the bulk of the clothes and trying to wriggle into a comfier position.

“So what’s the plan?” he muttered.

“You listen, I’ll watch.”

“YOU BASTAR- mmff!”

A swift hand-over-mouth barely saved the situation, but the cowboy had come out on top again…

What was happening out there? With infinite care, Irvine inched the door open enough to be able to get one eye’s worth of a view at least.

…Holy shit.

Quistis was standing there, still in her boots and bra, with the black strap-on attached. Apparently she had a thing for black lace bras, too. The huge rubber cock jutting out almost caused him to giggle, until he saw what Rinoa was doing.

“I want you to show me properly,” she was saying, in a mock-serious voice. “You know, like a role play or something. You’re the instructor and I’m the student…”

“So, like… how’re you gonna explain this to Squall if he ever found out?”

“Mmm, you know… Squall’s nice, but… sometimes I just really miss a good hard fuck.” Rinoa hesitated, as if drinking in her own words and how bad they might sound, and then laughed as they just slid off her. “Well, at least I’m being honest!”

“A good hard fuck, huh?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Then take your panties off!” Quistis ordered abruptly, taking a swig from the bottle and laughing. “I’ll show you how it should be done. But first…”

The strap-on hit the deck for a while.

Rinoa did what she was told, gazing up at Quistis with a look that switched from drunken glee to serious pretence every few seconds. Then all of a sudden they fell serious… drunk, but serious…

“Have you ever been fucked like a whore?”

“Yes, instructor.”

“And have you ever been fucked like a whore by a girl?”

“No, instructor.”

“Well today, you’re the whore, and you’re going to learn all about it.”

With her side to the locker, Irvine saw Quistis standing, Rinoa lying flat across the bed, her hair splayed out underneath and her legs dangled over the side, pantiless… before the ‘instructor’ started to pour champagne from the bottle over the younger girl’s almost completely naked body, watching as it ran off her creamy-pale skin and down onto the sheets, starting at the neck and working all the way down to her (hidden from view) mound. Rinoa seemed to enjoy the fizz of the bubbles in certain places, and unbidden unclipped her bra to reveal her small but pert breasts, the nipples hardening almost immediately in the cool wetness. The sensation of being completely naked seemed to arouse her even more.

“Good.”

A buzzing started up.

She got the vibrator too…? Shit, man…

Rinoa giggled and gasped as Quistis ran the buzzing toy playfully over her wet body, and especially over her mound, moistened clit and between her legs, then inserted it slowly into her pussy a few times, in and out in slow, deliberate movements… each time eliciting a shudder and a whimper from Rinoa who soon brought her hands up to play with her own nipples to enhance the sensation.

“Mmm… that’s good instructor… nnnh…”

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet…”

Irvine watched transfixed as Quistis then bent down on her knees, and with the vibrator still in Rinoa’s pussy, began to flick her clit with her tongue, licking and sucking as her hands climbed steadily up the ‘student’s’ body to massage and pull at her now fully erect nipples. Rinoa’s breathing started to quicken, she began to pant… the raw, shameless sensations of pleasure in four different places at once apparently sending judders up her spine that threatened to make her buck.

“Oh… oh my God… Quist… Quisty…”

“Instructor,” Quistis snapped, though her voice was muffled, as her mouth was buried in Rinoa’s slit, licking and sucking at her folds while the vibrator threatened to slide out, so juiced was the younger girl’s eager pussy.

“I think… I think I’m gonna…”

Rinoa suddenly leaned up on her elbows, mouth open, eyes closed, face expressionless with the sensations that kept on coming and crashing like waves all over her and through her, powerless as the instructors tongue teased her sex, writhing like a snake.

“Not yet you don’t,” Quistis said suddenly, removing the vibrator and pushing Rinoa back down, somewhat sternly.

Not yet…? Hyne, his aching boner was threatening to bust open his pants, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He wondered how Zell was coping… but then soon decided he’d rather not know.

Quistis now climbed up onto the bed, so that her own pussy was over Rinoa’s face.

“Eat it!” she commanded.

Sweet Hyne…

Irvine couldn’t help but sneak his face out a few more inches for a two-eyed view of the action, even if it risked the fact his head was now plainly in view. Not that it mattered… Quistis’ firm round ass was now facing him as she pushed her upper body against the wall, groaning with pleasure, and Rinoa’s face was busy tonguing the instructor, while her hands worked her ass, thrusting her body close for a tongue-fucking.

“Mmm… that’s it… you’re learning…”

Suddenly, a head materialised inches from his face, its shock of chicobo hair shooting straight up his nose, threatening to make him sneeze.

“What they doin’?” Zell whispered, curiosity seeming to have got the better of his fright.

“Dah! What does it look like to you?” Irvine snorted in a low voice, covering his screaming erection quickly with an arm. Zell would probably stick an oblivious elbow into it at this rate, and the thought stemmed the blood-flow a little…

Zell covered his mouth with some bizarre amalgam of emotions for which a word had not yet been invented. Not that he took his eyes off of the scene, mind you…

Quistis was rubbing her breasts up against the cold wall, enjoying the thrill on her nipples in tune to the feel of the tongue assaulting her opening with every jolt towards it. But she was forgetting… forgetting the hard fucking that this not-so-green-as-she-thought student was supposed to be getting…

It took Quistis a moment to tear herself away from the younger girl’s tongue, but soon enough the strap-on was remembered. Didn’t want to come just yet…

The two boys watched in awe as Quistis donned the ten-incher, and Rinoa turned around so that she was lying on the bed proper. Her legs came up and the huge dildo disappeared into her neatly-shaved but dripping gash as Quistis started to fuck her, and fuck her hard. The bed started protesting under the strain, but it wasn’t over yet…

Rinoa was next on top. Quistis was underneath, grabbing her ass and ramming her down onto the strap-on’s knob, while Rinoa was bouncing and panting, tits jiggling, emitting a sharp moan with every thrust.

“Oh man, this is bad…” Zell muttered, when he eventually found his voice. “What if Squall finds out?”

“Shhh!”

“What if they stay here all night?”

“Shaddup, man!”

“Hey, are you… are you playing with yourself??”

“Well, fuck, Genius! What the hell else am I supposed to do?!” Irvine grated finally, as irritated as he could be without raising his voice. “They’re here in front of us fucking like rabbits, and I have a huge fucking boner that won’t go down! Got any ideas!?”

Maaaan…

But the instructor still wasn’t finished with the lesson. Finally, instructor and student ended up in a 69, Rinoa with the dildo and Quistis with the vibrator, penetrating each other while as the same time, coaxing each other to orgasm with their tongues. Irvine had seen a lot, but he’d never seen this… and Zell… well, he was just trying hard to hide the spreading wet patch in his shorts. Rinoa was so loud with abandon when she eventually came, they almost feared someone would hear and come to investigate.

“Mm… thank you, instructor. I haven’t been fucked like that for a while.”

“Perhaps we should stay here for a bit… where’s Squall?”

“Oh, he probably went off to bed.”

…Goddamnit!