Killing Loneliness

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or story from Final Fantasy 8. Anyway I hope you enjoy.


Killing Loneliness


Another minute clicked away, marking the passage of time with maddening ticks on the face of a mantle clock. It echoed through the room, sparsely furnished with a dusty couch, a rickety wooden table, two chairs and an unused kitchen area. It was the only room in a rundown shack just north of Balamb Garden, across vast fields and in the thick of a forest riddled with hidden dangers.
No sane person would venture out this late, but he gambled that sanity would have nothing to do with it.
It was cold.
Irvine Kinneas sat with his feet propped up on the pocked surface of the table, nursing a stout glass of whiskey and patiently waiting for the warmth of another.
A heat that was far more inviting, more intoxicating than the copper liquor he sipped.
It was a promise in the works.
He had no reason to believe that it would come to pass but still he sat.
The fire in the fireplace offered futile resistance to the chill that permeated through the cracks in the walls. It’s soft glow offered little, to no assistance with the encroaching darkness, bright fingers bathed his long curls in golden light, the effect was a shimmering halo of fire…rarely seen beneath the shelter of his hat.
His eyes remained fastened on the tumbler, knowing that the memories he possessed would bring him.
Memories that were worth their weight in flesh.
Taking another healthy swallow, he relished a certain measure of contentment as it burned its way down his throat to settle in the pit of his belly.
The glass froze halfway on it’s journey back to the table as the door swung open and damp autumn winds invaded the sanctuary. Those same eyes that studied the glass so intently now fixed their brilliant blue on the yawning chasm of night beyond the door.
He stood there, like a derelict, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand.
Irvine’s heart turned over in his chest, his face betrayed nothing but purpose.
Squall spoke first soft lips parting to emit a husky drawl, that rippled deep into his core, making his loins ache with a predictable response.
The hair tightened at the back of his skull.
“I came out to the middle of nowhere, as you requested. Now, deliver what you promised me.” A apprehensive look stole over his face.
Irvine smirked and rose from his chair, like liquid defying gravity.
He defied.
Walking towards Squall deliberately, scanning his lithe frame with an exacting stare.
A half smile trembled as he stood before him, never wavering in his regard.
Squall stared back warily, shivering slightly at being the center of such intense focus. His brown hair fell slightly skewed across his forehead, grey-blue eyes searching as the older man began a slow circling perusal.
“Please I…”
He was silenced by a finger, pressed firmly to his lips.
It stayed a brief moment before skimming up his jaw line to nestle in the hair behind his ear.
“I’m prepared to deliver all that I promised….”he hesitated..”…and more. Though you must realize that everything worth having, has a price. The very thread of your life, carries an extremely hefty one.”
To Squall’s credit he didn’t flinch or even look away when his hair was seized roughly. A vise like hand grasped his chin, tipping his face up to examine it.
He muttered something beneath his breath, but Squall couldn’t quite make it out before warm lips were brushing against his own, drawing heavy breath from deep within his lungs.
The hand at the back of his head kept him prisoner, while the other journeyed beneath his shirt around his back, splaying fully between sharp shoulder blades, drawing him closer.
Squall shuddered on contact, his own hands traveled up leather clad arms to lock around the strong neck, struggling to keep his balance on suddenly weak knees.
Irvine’s gaze never broke contact, chewing slightly on his full bottom lip, watching those eyes glaze over…driving need straight to the pit of his stomach.
He growled deep in his throat, pulling away to brush the hair off Squall’s forehead.
“Are you willing to pay?”
His secreted hand slid from back to front, flicking over one sensitive nub, careening down the flat expanse of smooth abs, to cup him wholly through tense leather.
Luscious feeling buried him under a mountain of ecstasy.
His head dropped back, exposing the milky expanse of his throat as he arched towards that fondling hand.
Irvine gave him a slight squeeze, absorbing the tremor.
“Are you?”
Squall moaned long and deep, his nails scratching faint marks in the shoulders of his jacket. The decadent side of himself surrendering to the sheer bliss of the touch that burned into his arousal, making it twitch with the intensity of it’s need.
“God yes…anything, anything you want.”
His answer obviously pleased the other man.
“Anything at all huh? Hmm, I’ll make sure I test that.”
Bent flush to his smaller form, he licked the soft skin of his throat, sucking deeply at the area where it met his collar bone, extracting whimpering sighs from his quarry.
He pushed the fur trimmed jacket from quaking shoulders, tossing it aside with marked indifference. The tight knit black shirt followed joining the jacket at their feet. Neither noticed the goose bumps that rose on suddenly cooled skin, and neither seemed to care.
Ravenous lips sought every crease of warm tissue covering bone and blood, pumping hot with every quickened beat of the heart beneath them.
He scrutinized the dusky pinkish-brown of one small pearled nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it experimentally-smiling slightly at the stuttering breath that fanned his cheek.
That breath became a gasping wheeze when he flicked over it with his tongue rapidly.
He alternated between pinching and teasing with wet swipes, pulling it between his teeth sporadically, nibbling lightly, delighting in the wild undulations of the body he had watched and wanted…..bad enough to take by force.
There was something about him, the rigid muscle encased in supple delicacy, grace belied the power that ran through slight limbs….beauty hiding loneliness and fear.
The contradictions were enough to stoke the fire, without even the slightest touch.
There was something about his aloof nature that provoked him, made him want to bring tears to those distant eyes.
He opened his mouth fully over the tormented bud, sucking roughly, his other hand still rubbing frantically in it’s below-the-belt ministrations.
The hands that clutched his shoulders moved to his hair, tugging ruthlessly as he moaned. The clawing actions released lush hair from the leather strap that held it in place, it tumbled over his shoulder brushing lightly across Squalls chest, as Irvine continued to lap at both sensitive nipples in turn.
Trailing his lips across the wet, he observed his reddened flesh…..there would be marks there tomorrow.
Somehow, knowing that made him happy…knowing he would carry the evidence of his seduction with him, if only for a brief moment. He chuckled vaguely at the distraught look of protest on Squall’s face when he suddenly pulled away.
“Ah, don’t worry I wouldn’t walk away from this if my life depended on it…not on your life.”
Needy hands tugged his hair roughly, bringing him close enough for Squall to drag him into a scorching kiss. Their tongues warred back and forth, not caring who won this small battle.
His cock grew heavier with each plunge and he began to shrug out of his own jacket, stepping back to pull his own shirt hastily over his head. Reaching for him again, his hands found their way to the pliant slope of his ass, pulling him up settle firmly against his burgeoning arousal.
Squall returned the kiss that ensued ardently, passionately, his hands continuing to tunnel and pull through strands of hair painted red-gold by the hearth fire.
Deciding he had endured enough, Irvine dragged himself free of Squall’s clingy grip and with one final piercing look dropped to his knees in front of him, making quick work of the lacings that criss crossed along the front of his leather pants.
Impatiently he tugged off back boots and then the leather pants…his breath catching in his throat upon the heady discovery that there was absolutely no underwear in sight. Not one stitch lay between him and the jutting erection that bobbed hypnotically beneath his nose.
He sank into the glory of white skin slightly pink from cold.
Mouth watering he ran shaky hands up the back of smooth thighs, nails grazing over his taut ass, over hipbone and down to that most alluring place nestled between his legs.
His hand cupped him, resting his delicious weight in his palm.
Gaze steady on Squall’s shaft, he swallowed convulsively, and spoke trying to sound firm.
“Open up a little more for me. Spread them further apart.”
Squall did as he was told in a rare show of obedience, bracing himself with hands still tangled in miles of glossy hair, nails working furiously against his scalp.
Irvine continued his massage, watching in perverse fascination as Squall’s cock grew harder, blushing furiously up the shaft to the tip, making his own arousal ache in response.
Squalls moans whimpers became more insistent, little nothings tumbled from his mouth like a landslide, his hips bucked forward seeking relief.
“Please…now, do it now.”
His ass was seized one handed while the other continued to pet.
Hungry eyes gazed immersed in the weeping tip that his suddenly dry mouth wanted to take.
His tongue darted out, brushing across the head, greedily drinking in tiny beads of moisture. Surprise registered in the back of his mind, whatever he expected it wasn’t the milky sweet that flooded his mouth, with a flavor he didn’t recognize, but knew he craved.
He barely heard the piteous sobs as his tongue continued to lash in time with his eager kneading.
Removing his hand, he slid his middle finger into his mouth, letting saliva coat and run down the length to puddle between them before
replacing it and beginning a slow, stroking fondle, once again, his newly lubricated finger edging it’s way to the soft entrance in his ass with every caress.
His other hand busied itself, wrapping around the base of his shaft, leisurely pumping him from bottom to top enticing strangled cries that turned to deep groans as he finally took the turgid tip into his mouth, the smell and taste of sex invaded his senses, he swirled his tongue at the same time, sliding his finger deep inside him.
Squall’s sudden guttural cry filled every corner of the room. Hips involuntarily leapt forward, pushing his cock deeper into his hot mouth, it’s pulsing length sliding deep into his throat.
Irvine accepted eagerly, the muscles in his throat constricting slightly, milking that solid length while his finger continued it’s wild thrusting.
“Ahnn..oh, god…God!”
It was like a mantra, stripped from gritted teeth as he ground his cock furiously into that searing mouth.
Irvine’s tongue lapped feverishly, his finger pushing deeper and harder in sync with the avid cupping of his hand, his mouth pulled back almost completely before diving back to devour the entire length again in moist, heady strokes.
Breathy cries littered his ears and he could scarcely keep himself from coming right then, as sweet flesh stabbed between puckered lips. Teeth grazing faintly as he suckled, twisting his head in different directions pulling him in fully, releasing, then pulling him again.
His probing thrusts quickened, he could feel the tight entrance loosening around his finger. He needed no further encouragement than that.
Allowing Squall’s shaft to slide wetly from his mouth, he stood, his finger still buried, and turned the other man around and he lay him belly down on the craggy table top.
Squall’s cheek pressed against it, seeking the cool surface to clear his addled brain. The frantic thrusts continued as he fondled aching balls, his tongue sought the entry point.
His voice was a gentle vibration at Squall’s core, he squirmed towards those lusty demands with the all the self-centered charm of a two year old.
“Tell me how much you want it…beg…”
Squall whimpered against the table top, his sobs more exciting than the feel of him.
He slapped one cheek, feeling it ripple against his finger.
“I said beg…beg me…now!”
Squall bit his thumb, shaking his head, tears ran down his nose to drip on the table.
His ass was slapped viciously again, his cock jerked, his eyes slid closed against the unexpected pleasure the blow produced.
Displeased, Irvine withdrew, and Squall moaned in despair. He was struck three more times, Irvine’s demand for total surrender ringing in his ears.
“I want to hear you say it…scream it…now!”
Squall stood on the verge, his hands clasped the edge of the table, steadying himself after every rough slap, tears running freely.
“Ahhnn, Please…ahh, fuck!”
Irvine displayed a measure of pity sliding his tongue over the tortured slopes of his ass, before diving between them to lap gently at the swollen space between. Squall writhed, backing desperately into his mouth, riding it with raw urgency.
A tender hand again grabbed his shaft pumping gently, slowly.
His voice broke.
“Nnnn..Irvnnn..please, ah God, fuck me…please….now…now!”
The throaty cry was all the surrender he needed.
Retreating completely, he flipped him onto his back, kissing him intensely, before leaving him to snatch up a bottle of oil with shaking hands.
Pouring a liberal amount onto his hands he placed himself between Squall’s far flung legs, and began to rub the oil into his puckered crevice, smearing in a sodden layer as his finger once again snaked deep inside.
Squall moaned, his head rolling side to side on the table his hands reaching for him.
Irvine dodged his grasp and instead spread his legs wider. He added one more wet digit, then another, feeling the skin stretch, greedily accepting, growing more and more loose with each invasion.
Finally pulling away he spilled more oil into his hands, fisting his own shaft, darkened by need.
His huffing breath drew the other man’s gaze as his hand slid easily from base to tip, slathering his cock with a slick, moist sheen.
Squall’s dazed stare fixed on the tight stroke, his hand venturing between his own legs to seize his own erection, his pace matching Irvine’s own shallow one, burning eyes rolled back, loud, feverish sighs gushed forth.
The sight of that lush body, racked with pleasure that wasn’t centered around him, provoked him and grabbing Squall’s wrists one handed he levered himself on top of him, looking into his eyes.
“Cry for me…” it was a whisper, but Squall obeyed as his sweat covered legs were placed over broad shoulders. Grasping the junction between hips and thighs, he pulled him closer to the edge of the table, he leaned in, sliding his unyielding length inside..
He sank in slowly, feeling the skin stretch broadly.
Squall’s eyes widened, the feeling of being full to the point of ripping pervaded his senses.
He arched off the table, his ragged sobs tearing at Irvine’s disciplined descent. When finally he was buried to the hilt in perfumed flesh, he lingered, allowing a moment to adjust.
Sweat dripped down his arms, shaking under the weight of his self control.
Squall writhed beneath him, the expression on his face was one born of passionate frustration.
“Nnnaa,…ah, no, now….hurry, fuck!”
His hand remained buried in the junction between hips and thighs, needing the leverage it provided as he pulled him into his deep thrusts, withdrawing almost completely before sinking back in, his slow cadence both pleasure and punishment, gradually increased to a steady pounding.
The table rocked precariously, it’s rickety leg only aiding penetration, rocking with every motion, it’s ancient squeaking almost drowning out Squall’s whimpering moans, muffled by a fist pressed firmly against his mouth.
The tears kept flowing as Squall’s teeth worried one knuckle, the other hand grasping the table above his head.
Irvine pushed his hand away, driving in fully.
“I want to hear you….let me hear you.”
Squall stiffened, his hands grasping the table, Irvine’s words inciting a heated flow of sexy babble.
His head rolled back on he table as his tormentor found that hidden spot deep within, and angled to stroke it with every thrust.
“AH! Oh GOD, yeah…nnnn, more, more…hard..naaayeahh.”
The pleasure was greater than anything he had ever felt before. The tight sucking of that ass around his cock was worth any line, any motive to get him here…like this.
The perpetual milking of that tiny mouth was driving him to madness.
Suddenly he pulled out, yanking a protesting Squall off the table and shoving him to his side on the floor.
He lay behind him, resting one arm beneath his head. His tongue curled along the perfect curl of his earlobe and draping Squall’s leg over the crook of one knee he drove into him.
This contact was deeper than before and Squall pushed against it, seeking more.
His head lay pillowed on a muscled arm, Irvine’s fingers found Squall’s gasping mouth, they played along his lips. Squall’s tongue flicked across the tips, drawing them into his mouth and sucking vigorously. When the other hand reached round to clutch his shaft he bit those fingers, tasting blood.
The heavy petting along his cock paired with the insistent thrusts, tormented him, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer.
The heaving slap of those hips on his ass grew more frantic, more demanding as Irvine struggled towards release.
Pressure built up in the base of his spine, , the rocking motion propelling him towards that anticipated.
Irvine’s tempo became more heated and clumsy, as he came, a loud cry ringing in Squalls ears as he bit down on the soft flesh at the nape of his neck.
The pounding became almost abusive as he came, his hand tightened, hurling Squall into a staggering orgasm.
He spilled himself into Irvine’s hand sobbing triumphantly, shuddering with perfect completion.
They lay together for awhile after, bathing in the blessed lethargy that could only come with the satisfaction of a great fuck.
Squall’s shoulder’s gleamed with a heavy layer of sweat, Irvine licked at it languidly savoring the flavor of sex and man. He lapped at the back of his neck, trying to soothe the quickly bruising marks there.
It was some time before Squall could speak, keeping his back to him, not wanting to see him…not wanting to break their intimate contact.
His voice was husky.
Probably from screaming, Irvine smirked against his neck, that was on hell of a sexy voice.
“I need you to tell me…tell me everything you know.”
Silence.
Squall jabbed him in the ribs.
“Irvine…are you asleep?”
The gentle breathing behind him made him think so.
His hand wriggled between them, brushing the base of the slumbering cock, still pulsing within.
It stirred almost immediately back to life, filling him completely.
He bit his lip against the pleasure of it and felt more than heard the soft laughter warm the back of his neck.
With a speed that shouldn’t exist in their sated state Irvine withdrew and was laying on top of him, bringing every ounce of skin into contact with Squall’s.
Rubbing his rebirth against Squall’s awakening arousal, he kissed him subtly grinding.
Squall moaned, desperate eyes searched the laughing face above him.
“Please, tell me.”
The smile he received was as gentle as the touch was wicked.
“Your past….I will tell you soon enough. Right now, exist in the present..”
He kissed him again, his tongue sweeping between his teeth, before settling in to murmur against his mouth.
“Exist in the present….with me.”
Squall looked confused, angry, but any and all thought of lashing out disappeared as Irvine entered him, kissing him lovingly, running his hands through his hair.
Blue met blue, as they stared at each other in silence.
Squall wrapped his legs around Irvine’s waist, drawing him in deeper.
Pulling him closer, they lay cheek to cheek, and he whispered into Irvine’s ear.
“Until tomorrow then…”

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