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- 1-Snowbound
- 1
For Hopemia and all the wonderful Squalls, Seifers, Zells
and Irvines out there. You know who you are.
Reposted for Chandraken, who wanted a four way in Revenant
but the muses wouldn�t cooperate.

Warnings: Yaoi, dirty words, the clich� �blanket fic�, PWP
and silliness. I don�t own the kids, but I�m not doing this for profit, either.
Special thanks to XIneko for beta-ing. I didn�t take all her suggestions, so
the mistakes are all my own. Pure
nonsense below, enjoy!

Snowbound

Zell threw down the wrench, or attempted to; it was frozen
to his woolen mitt covered hand. So instead he stood, shaking his hand violently.
When the wrench finally tore free, the impetus of Zell�s gesturing caused it to
fly up and nearly brain Squall.

�Not working yet, I take it?� The commander said, almost
amused, as he picked the irksome � and slightly fuzzy- tool out of the slush.

�Not working yet or ever again. It�s dead, Sir: dead, dead,
dead.� Zell punctuated his disgust with a sharp kick to the
generator.

Squall nodded. �It doesn�t matter, the liquid fuel has
jelled in the pipes anyway.�

That earned the generator another kick.

The door to the cabin flew open and Irvine rushed out,
holding on his hat and yelling, �Take cover!�

Without waiting to ask why, Squall pushed Zell down in the
wet snow and threw himself on top of him. Irvine joined them just as the cabin
rocked with an explosion, the force of which caused the snow from the roof to
slide off and bury the three of them.

Seifer appeared in the doorway. �Ok, fire�s lit, flue�s
unstuck, chimney�s clear, roof�s clean� what are you pussies doing lying in the
snow?�

Irvine, being the tallest and also topmost, struggled out of
the bank first. He slapped his hat against his leg in an attempt to knock some
of the snow and ice off it. �Seifer, I don�t know who or what you have
junctioned, but you are a Hynebedamned menace with those Firagas.�

�Sure, bitch at me. How come I�m the only one
doing any work around here?�

That comment caused Zell to spring up, taut and spitting
with fury. He�d just spent the better part of two hours trying to fix the
generator while his shoes filled up with ice water and he was not going
to let Seifer Almasy act like he hadn�t been doing his part. Zell
started to go into his angry kitten bounce� but found he was shaking too hard
to carry it off.

�Holy Halfassed Hyne, Dincht, you�re bluer than Shiva�s
tits. Get in here before Squall falls in love with you.� Seifer�s show of
concern for his fellow SeeD�s accomplished; he turned and went back inside the
cabin.

Zell looked up at Irvine and blinked. And blinked again as
somewhere under the remaining mound of snow, Squall�s cell phone rang.

�Better go on in, � Irvine said gently. �I�ll be in as soon
as I answer the snow drift.�

�D-don�t l-let S-s-sssquallll t-talk you-you into-� Zell
sighed and gave up. Irvine was wearing a heavy fleece lined long rider coat,
after all, and Squall had Shiva and probably could sleep comfortably right
there in the yard. Meanwhile, it was getting very hard for Zell to keep his
teeth from banging together. He nodded and stumbled towards the front door.

Irvine scooped several large handfuls of snow and found
Squall, lying comfortably on his back and talking on his cell phone.

Squall sighed and disconnected. �Quistis says the parts Zell
needs to fix the generator need are available in the village, but the
roads were just closed. They can�t get back.�

�Quis and Selphie are stuck in town with the parts we
need in order to have heat and light?� Irvine helped Squall to his feet and
whapped him a few times with his hat, in theory to remove the excess snow dusting
the Commander.

�The roads are closed,� Squall confirmed.

�And we can�t ski down and get the parts, because the skis
are in town with the girls, still strapped to the truck, which is also
in town with the girls, along with the parts we need to fix the Hyne-cursed
generator?� The whapping became more forceful as Irvine�s synopsis progressed.

Squall tried not to take it personally. ��We better check on
Zell and Seifer.�

The cabin itself was a modified A-frame, with a single great
room dominated by the large fieldstone fireplace and massive overstuffed
leather couches. Off to the side nestled a tiny kitchen and dining area, then a
small foyer leading to the bathroom, a single private bedroom, and the stairs
up to the loft, where the rest of the beds were located.

Inside the cabin and out of the breeze and softly falling
snow it was noticeably warmer. Zell hunkered by the fireplace: there was no
fire, since the decorative logs had vaporized from the force of Seifer�s fire
spell, but the stonework still radiated a faint ambient heat.

Squall did a double take. �Seifer, you cast Firaga in a gas
fireplace? Are you insane?� He was damn glad the fuel was jelled and caught at
the emergency shut off down near the tank.

�Why do you think I ran?� Irvine shrugged.

Seifer�s voice drifted down from the loft, �What�s the big
hairy deal? I had Wall up.�

As the Commander, Squall figured it was up to him to
explain. �If you�d blown up the cabin, Wall wouldn�t give us much
shelter.�

�Then we�d jump back in the truck and hie our sweet asses
back to a hotel, take a hot shower, order room service, and spend the rest of
the weekend watching porn on the closed circuit TV.� Seifer threw a towel and a
blanket at Zell. �Best I could do. Where the hells are our luggage?�

�Oh, � Irvine said. �I bet I know.�

�What do you mean?� Seifer asked.

�Bags are still in the truck, remember? We barely had time
to get ourselves out before Selphie decided she and Quistis just had to
go shopping.�

Seifer shrugged. �I still say that spider wasn�t that big. I
think it was just an excuse to make us do the housekeeping.�

��And now the roads have closed. So the girls are stuck in
town with our only means of transportation, the parts we need to fix the
generator, and all our gear.�

�Stuck at the hotel, no doubt. Bitches.�

Zell had been struggling out of his wet clothes and Squall
went to help. He pulled the trembling young man to him and tried rubbing his
arms. �Seifer, we need more blankets. And fuel, something we can burn in the
fireplace for heat and light.�

�How about that fuck-ugly coffee table?� Seifer headed back
upstairs on linen quest.

�Irvine, see if you can find something hot we can pour into
Zell.�

Irvine sauntered to the kitchen and commenced snooping, tossing
back over his shoulder, �We can always fill a pot with snow and have the house
pyromaniac cut loose...�

Squall meanwhile finished stripping Zell out of his clothes,
removing his own jacket and wrapping it around him, following up with the
blanket. Zell mumbled some assurance that he was fine which Squall ignored.
�Seifer, we need those blankets!�

A selection of blankets, pillows, and a down comforter
sailed over the loft rail to land on Squall. He muttered something that Seifer
decided to assume was thanks. Hard to tell: it was too muffled by all those the
blankets.

Irvine slammed a cupboard and stalked back to Squall and
Zell. �We can add another thing to the list of what the girls have and we don�t
� food.�

Seifer jumped down the last few steps. �What do you mean?
This place is supposed to be fully furnished!�

�I�m telling you there is nothing in that kitchen but an
emaciated mouse holding a sign that says, �please�.�

The resulting swearing from Seifer scorched the air but did
little to warm the room.

Zell hunched into a miserable ball of trembling ice. �I feel
like I took a direct hit from Blizaga.�

�Irvine, take off your clothes.� Squall built a nest of the
blankets and settled Zell in the middle.

�I like the way you
think,� Seifer said with a smirk.

Irvine carefully set his hat on the end table and shrugged
out of his coat. �Not that I�m complainin�, but why me?�

�Because you�re het,� Seifer guessed cheerfully. �And
Squall�s too cold.�

�I�m never cold,� Squall protested.

�An� who says I�m het?� Irvine purred, slowly stripping. He
was unable to resist a little bump and grind as he shed his clothes.

Seifer leered. �I�m feeling warmer already.�

�Seifer, get a fire going. Go ahead and burn the coffee table
if you must. I�ll go outside and see if there�s anything in the outbuilding we
can use.� Squall shook his head at Zell, who was offering to return his
fur-trimmed jacket. �I�ll be fine. Shiva protects me.�

�Hey, Zelly�, Irvine said, settling into the blankets.
�cuddle up to me.� He pulled Zell into his lap and tucked his long coat around
them.

�Look for a web cam,� Zell shivered, involuntarily clinging.
�I just know Quistis and Selphie are lying on a bed in the hotel eating
cheesecake and watching us get naked.�

Irvine chuckled and lay back, pulling Zell down on top of
him. It felt like every bit of his own body heat was being sucked away by the
blonde�s chilled skin. �How�s that fire coming?�

�Hyperion was not designed to hack kindling, �Seifer grumbled.
�Leonhart is going to be sharpening my blade for me to make up for this.�

�Sounds kinky.� Zell muttered.

�I wish.�

Irvine tugged the down comforter up over Zell�s head. �Just
be sure an� get the table bits into the fireplace before you blaze up,
Hot Stuff. We don�t need a damn fire in the middle of the room.�

�Gimme some credit, Kinneas. Fire is my element, no one can
manipulate it like I do.�

�Manipulate faster, I�ve had ice cream warmer than Zell is
now.�

�Little dork needs to learn to wear a coat.� Zell�s
indignant rejoinder was lost as Seifer threw some of the coffee table into the
fireplace and hit it with a Fira. The varnish burned off in a roil of black
smoke, but then the chimney started drawing properly and the wood caught and
crackled merrily. �Am I hot or what?�

�You da man, Seifer!� Irvine laughed.

He mimed basking in the praise a moment, then stood, dusting
his hands. �Ok, you guys curl up the fire and I�ll go track down our Fearless
Leader.� Seifer tugged on his coat. �He�s probably out there dry humping a snow
mound, pretending it�s Shiva. Those two�s obsession with each other is way
unhealthy.�

Irvine thought about Squall�s sweet ass in the air and
squirmed. He suddenly became acutely aware of the cuddly armful of blond currently
in his grasp. Irvine wriggled a bit more.

Seifer left in a blast of cold air that let Irvine know just
how much the fire had already warmed the room. Zell grumbled and stretched out
on Irvine�s belly to soak up as much body heat as possible.

Irvine shifted uncomfortably, rubbing Zell�s muscular back
and shoulders. �Ah, Zell� I really should tell you��

�Mmm?� Zell peeked up from under the blankets that
completely covered him.

�I�m� not all that het,� Irvine confessed in a
whisper.

He got a fangy grin in response. �Yeah, Baby, I felt that.�
Zell patted Irvine�s hip and the cowboy squirmed. Leaning over, he lapped at
one of Irvine�s coppery nipples, making a happy noise when it hardened into a
tight knot. Zell settled down and started suckling.

�Zell�� Irvine moaned, rocking his hips to rub his erection
along his tormentor�s. He ran his nails lightly along Zell�s spine, making the
blonde arch and purr. Zell reached down and grasped both their shafts, stroking
them together. �Gods ��

Zell kissed his way down Irvine�s chest and belly, then
flicked his tongue over the head of his cock. This time it was the cowboy�s
turn to arch. He flexed his fingers and found Zell�s soft hair, his crest -
unlike other parts- still limp from exposure to the elements. �Zell�� This time Irvine made his name sound
like a psalm.

Zell continued working his magic and Irvine canted his
pelvis, aching to thrust. He felt like he was superheating, like he was going
to burst into flames. Irvine moved his hands down to knead Zell�s shoulders.
�Zell�� he breathed� and then he stopped breathing as the orgasm hit.

The door burst open and Seifer appeared, carrying Squall
over his shoulder.

Irvine collapsed against the pillows with a soft groan.
�What the fuck?� Gasped, slightly wheezy, that question was partially addressed
to Seifer and partially to Zell, who was still licking, down below, cleaning
him up. He stared half a second and
then managed to pant, �Is Squall ok?�

�Squall found the pond. It�s not frozen all the way through.�

�Put me down, Seifer.� Ice water dripped off Squall�s hair,
and his lips looked blue. �I�m fine.�

�Listen, Numb Nuts, just because you can�t feel the
cold with Shiva doesn�t mean you can�t take damage from it.�

That got Zell�s attention and he wiggled his way back up
Irvine�s body, rubbing against him more than was strictly necessary; Irvine
pinched him. Zell looked up, unrepentant, and flashed his wicked grin. �One way
to warm up fast, Baby: come and get naked!�

�Our Frozen Chicken has spoken,� Seifer said, cheerfully
stripping Squall of his wet clothes.

�I�m fine. Stop it,� Squall snapped.

�Zell, you junctioned? Hit him with a Scan and let�s see for
sure,� Irvine drawled slyly. �Stop arguments before they get going.�

�Seifer, cut it out-� Squall growled in exasperation as Zell
cast the spell. �Zell�!�

�Yowie! He�s right, Squall, you�re borderline hypothermic.�
The spell�s glow faded from Zell�s eyes, but the concern remained.

�You heard the man.� Seifer grinned and yanked the tight
white tee shirt over Squall�s head, muffling his protests and exposing the
chilled white skin and nearly blue nipples. �All right, warm him up.� He pushed
Squall into the pile of SeeD�s and blankets, turning the Commander�s complaints
to a startled yelp.

Zell caught Squall and drug him into the nest under the
comforter. Irvine laughed, angling a lean swath of tanned torso, and Squall was
cradled between them.

�Seifer�� Squall started.

�Be right with you girls. I�m soaked from fishing the Sprat
out of the pond.� Seifer slipped off his damp, frost-stiffened vest.

Irvine mimicked the wha-wha of a saxophone in a classic
striptease melody; Zell joined in with the boom shaka noises and Seifer paused
to glare. He was about to riposte a depreciatory comment when he saw Squall�s
eyes- challenge, amusement, and a faint flicker of interest, beneath the ice
chill.

�Oh, ho�, Seifer thought. His own expression changed
from sneering to cocky and he ran his hands slowly over his damp skin, dipping
towards his fly.

Zell pumped his arm and hooted with delight, momentarily
breaching his rhythm accompaniment. �Shake it Baby,� he crowed.

Squall propped himself up to watch, supported by his fellow
SeeDs.

Seifer gave them the �fuck me� face and swiveled his hips at
them. He managed to toe off his boots without breaking up the dance, and even
got his socks off fairly gracefully. Slithering from the wet confines of his
trousers, he revealed black silky boxers that the dampness had melded to his
body. Seifer turned and shimmied his ass at his appreciative audience, earning
more hoots from Zell, and a stumble in the faux saxophone as Irvine laughed.
Once freed of the wet shorts � trickier than it looked, they had to literally
be peeled off � Seifer stood proud, bare, and admittedly slightly hard. He
twirled the boxers around on his finger and let fly. Squall ducked just in time
to avoid catching them in the face.

Seifer lifted the duvet near their feet and crawled in,
chuckling as Irvine, Zell, and Squall thrashed and kicked, protesting the
additional cold flesh against their chilled extremities.

Insistent on escape, Squall tried to squirm away, so Irvine
and Zell each trapped one of his legs between their own. Irvine lay with his right
arm was under Squall, wrapped around his shoulders. He rubbed gentle circles on
Squall�s belly with his left hand.

Zell had his head on Squall�s right shoulder, tucked under
his chin. He held both Squall�s hands in his own, trying to massage some warmth
back into them.

Seifer exhaled warm breath along Squall�s pale legs, making
him goosepimple and his nipples harden.
Squall fell back, wet hair soaking the pillow, as Seifer worked his way
up to nuzzle between his legs. Zell and Irvine shifted slightly, spreading
Squall�s legs and granting Seifer the field.

�You okay with this, Baby?� Zell whispered.

�I�m not cold,� Squall said, sulky, but he quit struggling.
Irvine noticed Squall�s eyes had taken on the quicksilver glint of excitement.

�He�s okay with it. He doesn�t need his hands free to cast
Stop.� Seifer asserted. �Squall is all about control. He likes having it and
losing it and having it taken away.� He nipped Squall�s flat belly and the
captive commander�s cock twitched, seeping silent concurrence.

Zell leaned over and latched onto Squall�s nipple, rolling
the flat of his tongue over the hard nub. Irvine kissed along Squall�s throat,
happy to be able to taste his beautiful commander at last. Seifer continued to
nibble and kiss where he was, drinking the sweet musky scent that was Squall.

He tugged his hands free from Zell�s grasp and rested both
on Seifer�s head for a moment, threading his fingers through his strawberry
blonde hair. Squall�s eyes fluttered closed as Seifer took him in his mouth.
�More,� he breathed.

Obligingly, Zell stopped suckling and nipped at the now rosy
bud. The slight pain made Squall gasp and his hips rolled involuntarily. Irvine
alternated kisses with gentle bites along Squall�s jaw and neck. Blind with
ardor, Squall turned to him and the cowboy locked his mouth over Squall�s,
devouring him with a penetrating kiss. When Irvine released him, they were both
panting.

All thoughts of the cold outside were forgotten. Zell
shrugged off Squall�s jacket and kicked away Irvine�s long rider coat. �Wait� �
Irvine said, and grabbed his coat, delving into the pockets. He removed a small
travel sized lotion bottle and held it up for Squall�s approval. Squall cut his
eyes to Seifer, making his choice, and Irvine nodded and passed the vial to
Zell.

Seifer stole kisses from Zell and then Irvine before moving
up so he could kiss Squall. The commander was panting and shuddering from the
teasing and petting he was enduring, and he pulled his legs free so he could
wrap them around his rival and lover.

Zell opened the bottle and sniffed. �Woo, tingly! Warm it up first!� The lotion had a faintly
green and sweet scent, like fresh winnowed hay. His pointed grin quirked and he
poured a generous amount in Irvine�s hands before slicking his own. Zell
reached down and coated Seifer�s cock, stroking it lovingly. Irvine slid his
hand down under Squall and smoothed the slippery stuff around and eventually
within his opening, causing Squall to arch and shiver minutely, and not from
the chill.

Seifer eased into Squall, earning a hitching purr of
pleasure. Zell ground his erection against Squall�s hip, unconsciously
mirroring their rhythm. Irvine deliberately followed suit.

Squall rocked under and with Seifer, his eyes glowing with
silver fire. He reached down and took Irvine and Zell in hand, giving both men
a better source of friction. They responded by entwining their fingers around
Squall�s hard cock, and soon all four were moving together.

Seifer found the angle and stroke to make Squall buck and
thrash. Despite waves of pleasure that reduced his thoughts to mewls of
passion, Squall managed to keep his grip on Zell and Irvine.

Zell came first, his skin flushing, and as he tried to
muffle his cries, his sharp fangs sunk into Squall�s shoulder, initiating a
chain reaction. Squall bowed up against Seifer, releasing his own climax in a
hot rush. Irvine and Seifer followed almost immediately after.

Seifer kissed Squall tenderly and eased out of him. He moved
to the side to snuggle next to Zell, who leaned up to taste him. Irvine drew
Squall into his arms and kissed his hair while the commander struggled to reach
his abandoned jacket. He took a packet of baby wipes from his pocket, and soon
they were cleaned up and wriggling around to cheat the wet spots.

Irvine was just about to follow the others into sleep when
the �wark wark� of a chocobo caught his attention.

The door burst open.
�We got the generator parts!� Selphie rushed in. �Omihyne! We�re too
late! They�re all dead!!!!�

�They�re not dead,� Quistis said as the door clicked shut
behind her. �They are lazing around in the bedding. I thought you guys were
going to make the beds and such while we shopped?�

�Yeah! We bought food, parts, lamps and oil and had to deal
with that creepy chocobo boy��

�Ride up here in the midst of a blizzard�� Quistis added.
She frowned and plucked Zell�s still wet shorts off the hardwood floor. �You�ve
only been here a couple hours and already there�s laundry thrown all over?�

�Holy Halfassed Hyne!� Seifer sat up. �You left us here with
no power, no heat, and no food!�

�No way to get the parts to fix anything,� Zell contributed.

�You are the ones who took our gear and only means of
transportation,� Squall coolly reminded Quistis and Selphie.

Irvine added his glare. �And you come in and bitch at us?�

Selphie and Quistis blinked at them.

�Heyyyyy,� Selphie said. �Are you naked? You are! You guys
are naked!� She rushed over and tugged the comforter.

Seifer and Irvine clutched the covers in a death grip, while
Zell and Squall retreated by burrowing back underneath.

�I want to seeeeeee! Quis! Come help me, all the boys are naked!�

Quistis put her hands on her hips and surveyed the once tidy
cabin. �What happened to the coffee table?�
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