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Chapter List
- 1-Mine.
- 2-Touched
- 3-Wet.
- 4-Weighed.
- 5-Hunted.
- 6-Feathered.
- 7-Warned.
- 8-Beaten.
- 9-Needy.
- 10-Satisfied.
- 11-Violated.
- 12-Loved.
- 13-Examined.
- 14-Prepared.
- 15-Chosen.
- 16-Marked.
- 17-Whipped.
- 18-Pierced.
- 19-Relaxed.
- 20-Discovered.
- 21-Won.
- 22-Mine.
- 9
- 10
- 11
Warnings: L-E-M-O-N! Thou art thoroughly
warned!

Pairings: Duh.

Disclaimer: Don�t own �em,
do play with �em.

Author�s Notes: Here it is, as promised.
You should all bow down and worship Eoko, because if
it wasn�t for her, this fic would be a write-off. Literally. My sister re-formatted my computer, which was all
well and good � it runs like a dream now, my little CowBob�
Anyway! I moved everything I wanted kept to one folder, and zipped it, then
sent it over to my sister�s computer, so it was safe. My re-format finished, so
my sis could take the disk and do hers, which she did� without moving my files
back to my comp first, or burning them to DVD. This fic
was among them. Bear in mind the current length of the entire fic is 140-odd pages. I would have had to re-write
everything after the last chapter I uploaded, if it wasn�t for the fact that Eoko asks for updates every day, and therefore gets the fic about
every two pages. �grins� She had all my fanfiction! Yay!

Anyway! On with the ficcage!
Mine. � KittyMeowMaxwell.
Chapter Ten � Satisfied.
When Irvine
got back to the cave, the fire was barely more than hot coals, and it took him
a little time to get it burning again. It was made more difficult by the
longing ache between his legs, and the tingle beneath his skin. His eyes slid
frequently to the entrance as he dried himself on a fur, then
sat on the rest of them.
Prepare
yourself, Zell had said,
but he didn�t know how. His heart hammered in his chest and he didn�t know if
he desperately wanted to flee, or desperately wanted to stay. Both thoughts
conjured the same images, anyway, except that the former included a chase and a
capture. Not that the idea didn�t hold great appeal�

Irvine sighed throatily and curled up around his need, picturing Zell gaining, gaining, and finally catching him, bearing
him down in the dark and taking him. Hard muscles and
straining bodies, claiming, marking, owning.

Hyne, he needed Zell so badly, and he didn�t
care anymore how wrong it might be. He couldn�t pretend he didn�t want the
native, not anymore.

�Zell�� he
whispered.

�/I�m here./�

Irvine turned and sat up a little, supporting his weight with one hand. He
couldn�t even hope to resist tracing the lines of Zell�s
form with his eyes, catching the way firelight sparkled off droplets of water.
The native gave a toss of his head to flick his wet bangs out of his eyes and
the cowboy reached out unconsciously for him.

�/Please�/�

The smile Zell
gave him was pure arrogance and dominance. He came to the cowboy, and neither
of them cared that he was dripping wet. Irvine
shifted to lay on his back, heart pounding with fear
and excitement, and Zell settled over him like he
belonged there. He did belong there �
Irvine knew it.

Zell�s mouth came to his throat and he bared it to the native, loving the
utter surrender it represented. It made him vulnerable, his life in Zell�s hands, and he wanted that. Wanted
it with a passion that frightened him in its intensity, adding an edge to the
pleasure of the hot tongue against his skin and the way strong teeth nipped and
teased. It all felt so right.

He arched when that hot mouth licked a path
from his throat to a nipple and wrapped around it, suckling with a skill that
made him moan. Zell growled his approval back, so Irvine made the sound again,
hands fluttering, then resting against the native�s
spine.

�/Feel me�/� he demanded softly, but Irvine didn�t know how he couldn�t.

Zell was all there was, all there ever could be, surely, and he could
feel nothing else. He was drowning in Zell, and happy
to let it be that way. His nervousness and fear had fled � he knew he didn�t
have to be afraid of the native.

- - - - - - -

Zell felt the moment Irvine
stopped being afraid and responded with a hunger to match his own. His cowboy�s
hands came to his spine and held him there, as though afraid he might leave if
he wasn�t held. There was no chance of that. He meant to savour
this.

He licked and suckled at Irvine�s nipple until he squirmed, then
kissed a path across to the other and paid it the same attention. He came to
the conclusion that he liked them,
and that Irvine
was going to get them pierced when he took the cowboy back to the Camp. Yes.
That would be perfect.

Not that anything could really make his
taken anymore perfect than he already was.

A tiny sound broke from the back of Irvine�s throat, barely
making it past his lips, when Zell stroked a hand up
the inside of his thigh. It was needy, wanting, and the cowboy spread his legs
just a little, accepting.

Zell could hardly believe how much Irvine
excited him. Just the taste of the cowboy�s skin sent wriggles of pleasure down
between his legs, and he needed again already. It would take every
well-practiced scrap of restraint he possessed to make this last. Especially
with the way Irvine
squirmed and begged with his body. He was made
to be a taken.

My
taken�

Yes. And he always would be. He always had
been. A smile curved Zell�s lips and he leaned up to
lick and suckle at Irvine�s
neck, then sank his teeth in, pressing his body down to hold Irvine still when the cowboy thrashed. Long
fingers tangled in his hair and his taken gave a gasping moan, arching his neck
in a primitively submissive movement. Zell suckled
harder.

When he was done, he lifted his weight
slightly to observe his handiwork, and he gave a pleased growl, then leaned down to lick at a whimpering Irvine�s ear.

�/Want me�/� he said, smoothing a hand down
Irvine�s side.

- - - - - - -

�/I do�/� Irvine replied shakily, lightning sparking
under his skin.

And he really did. Hyne,
he did. The throb at his neck was a pleasure all its own, a pleasure of being
claimed, owned� taken. That was the
word Zell used for him, and it was what he wanted. To
be taken.

He was a little embarrassed at the way he
was reacting to Zell, the spread of his legs, and the
throaty, unrestrained moans that clawed free of him. He sounded like something
a man would pay for, that walked the streets in scandalous shoes and even more
scandalous dress. The kind of thing his mother would curl her lip at and call �whore�.

�Zell�� he said
as that thought flickered across his consciousness. �/I can�t� we� N-no�/�

Zell sat up a little, ceasing the pleasurable lapping at his ear and
cocked a brow at him, the feathers in his hair rattling softly.

�/Mine,/� was all
he said, and everything was in the word.

You
can�t say no. You won�t say no. I won�t let you. We have come too far and you want me. You want me. You can�t fight it. You can�t fight me. You don�t want to.

�/It�s� wrong./�

Zell smiled, then, a gentle, understanding smile that brought unexpected
tears to Irvine�s
eyes. The native kissed his forehead, his eyelids, his
nose and then his lips fluttered close to the cowboy�s.

�/I thought that. I believed that, once,
but how can it be wrong? How, when it feels so good? So right?/�

On the last word, he curled his hand around
Irvine�s
arousal and stroked and twisted in one long, teasing motion. Despite his best
intentions, his back arched and his lips parted for a low, throaty moan.

�/You see?/� Zell whispered. �/It�s so perfect.
You�re so perfect�/�

Irvine turned his head aside and nuzzled the furs beneath his face, but Zell was right. He was right,
Hyne damn him. And the way the native flattered him
made him warm all over. He gave in to what he really wanted, snaking his arms
around Zell�s neck. The native�s attentions returned
to his throat, now, that warm, knowing tongue licking and teasing. On impulse,
he lifted his knees and parted his legs further, cradling his new lover between
them.

�/That�s better,/�
he murmured against his taker�s hair and would swear he could feel a smile
against his throat. Then Zell rolled his hips and
another moan broke free of Irvine�s
throat, his own hips lifting in response.

�/Better still,/�
the native said, and Irvine
couldn�t help but laugh at the cockiness in his voice.

He whimpered when Zell
tugged free of his arms, then arched just a little and twisted against the furs
when teeth, tongue and lips made a hot, wet path down the center of his body. He
lingered at the cowboy�s navel, lapping and dipping his tongue in, and Irvine barely registered
the tiny little whine he made from the back of his throat.

A hand splayed across his hip and Zell went lower still, hovering, teasing.

�/Please�/ Zell�� he begged softly and he didn�t imagine the throaty
chuckle the native gave.

�/Alright,/� he
purred and ran his tongue slowly up the side of Irvine�s arousal.

�Hyne�� came the
breathless whisper and he lifted his hips into the touch, silently begging for
more.

- - - - - - -

Zell was inclined to give it to him, but the little begging sounds he
made in the very back of his throat were just glorious. He was so unbelievably
sensual and responsive. Zell had always known he
would be.

�Zell,
please!� Irvine
cried eventually, lapsing into his own language after at least five minutes of
nuzzling and licking and teasing. �I can�t� I�m goin�
crazy!�

The native smiled and closed his eyes,
taking the cowboy into his mouth and rolling his tongue against the tip. He gained
a soft sigh which graduated into a moan, then a desperate cry of his name when
he raked his teeth lightly along the length.

He felt his own need rising higher, stoked
just by the sounds his cowboy was making. Ah, he was everything. He was so
gorgeous, so long and slender and all smooth lines and long hair. Ai! His hair�
Zell reached up and twisted his fingers in the
trailing locks, listening to his taken�s panting
breathing.

Irvine�s fingers came suddenly to his hair, holding him where he was and
his hips bucked against Zell�s hold, failing, of
course, to break it. He writhed on the furs, whimpering and trembling, and the
native was delighted when he released with a whispered �Oh, Zell��
and a clenching of his fingers in the golden hair.

Zell sat up, proud of himself, and tossed his damp hair out of his face,
drinking the sight of Irvine
in. His cheeks were pinked, his limbs loose and relaxed, his eyes closed and
his lips slightly parted. The native determined to paint him like this one day,
back in the safety of the camp, on the best piece of Blue Dragon hide he could
trade for.

After a few moments of soft panting and
slow shifting, sky-blue eyes slitted open to peer at
him between red-gold lashes, and the sweetest smile curved that elegant mouth.

�/There�s more,/� Zell said softly, settling back over him and giving him a
grin when his arms came languidly about the native�s shoulders.

�Mmm�� Irvine murmured, licking
at Zell�s ear, a motion which made the native shiver.

- - - - - - -

His release had made him bolder and he
wanted to know everything about Zell�s body. He
wanted to get reactions from the native like the native had got from him. Zell�s hands, though, were already roaming, and he knew he
had to do something before he started to lose his mind again.

�Zell�� he
whispered.

His taker made a non-committal noise, now
nuzzling at his nipples again, and he whined, then
pushed against Zell�s shoulders.

�Zell,� he said
more firmly, and this time the blonde head lifted and Zell
looked at him.

�/Yes?/�

�/My turn� Please�
Can I touch?/�

Zell cocked his head in a manner not unlike Whipcrack
and arched his brow slightly before slowly shifting off and away and turning
onto his back. Irvine
closed his eyes and swallowed, then sat up and moved onto his side.

�/Make yourself comfortable,/� Zell said lowly, eyes lidded
and � Irvine
was sure � darker than usual.

He swung his leg over the native�s hips and
settled there, straddling him, his hands splayed out across the broad chest. He
could feel the steady thud-thud of Zell�s heartbeat,
and the heat of his need against a thigh. His taker�s chest rose and fell to
deep, controlled breaths that Irvine
envied � his own breathing was close to a pant. Zell
didn�t push him, and for that he was glad. He spent a long few moments just
watching that rhythmic up-down and stroking the tips of his fingers absently
against tanned, taught skin.

But he knew how pleasure worked. He knew
how to satisfy a woman, and surely some things would be the same. He bent, hair
slipping over a shoulder, and licked a long path up the center of Zell�s body to his throat from where he licked and kissed
up to an ear. He paid the ear some close attention, suckling and nipping and
licking, and it didn�t take him long to realise the
native really liked that. A low moan
sighed past his lips and one hand came to Irvine�s
hair, holding him there. He dipped his tongue inside the ear and the native
actually squirmed.

- - - - - - -

That his ears were so sensitive, Zell had always known, but it surprised him that Irvine had discovered this
so quickly. The press and swipe of his taken�s tongue
within his ear made him light-headed and needy and his hands came to Irvine�s
hips despite how much he�d told himself he had to lay still and let the cowboy
take his time. He ran one hand over the curve of that altogether perfect arse and dipped to fingers to stroke at his entrance,
making his hips buck and his mouth break away from the ear with a stifled yelp
of surprised pleasure.

�Zell�� he whispered.
Then; �/Stop� Stop that. It�s my turn./�

Zell chuckled throatily but did as he was told, pressing one hand low
against Irvine�s spine and the other curling about the back of his neck as he licked
down to nuzzle at a nipple. The native gave him a sigh in response to the
nuzzle, then groaned when that slick, wet, hot tongue
lapped at the nipple. He suddenly knew why women flocked so readily to Irvine. He was unbelievably good with his tongue. Which gave him mental pictures he�d rather not have, so he focused
his attention entirely upon enjoying himself to dispel them. Not that it
was a chore.

Irvine licked across to the other nipple and grazed gently with his teeth
before closing his lips around it to suckle and tease. Zell�s
lips parted in a low, throaty moan and he felt Irvine�s fingers tighten in the fur beside
his shoulder.

�/Ai, my cowboy� So good�/� Zell told him, and felt the caress intensify at the
encouragement.

When a questing hand found and wrapped
around his arousal, some of Zell�s iron control
failed him and he cried out, arching his back and lifting his hips into the
touch. He barely registered the mouth leaving his nipple, but he did register
it when that stunning tongue came against
the tip, rolling there before Irvine
closed his lips around the head. His actions were a little stilted, testing and
learning what Zell liked best, but it didn�t take his
cowboy long to figure out what Zell liked and he
settled into a maddening rhythm of alternating between licking and sucking �
and only the tip too! His hand still worked up and down the native�s length
until Zell found himself thrashing on the furs,
totally lost to any semblance of control.

When he managed to slit his eyes open and look
down his body to meet Irvine�s
eyes, he looked far too self-satisfied for Zell�s liking. The taken was
not in charge here and the taker
started to sit up with intent to pin him down and remind him of that. But the
cowboy must have realised what he intended, because
he gave a swipe of his tongue from base to tip that made Zell
fall back on the furs and moan reflexively, grasping at the furs.

�/S-stop�/� he demanded � or tried to
demand. It came out almost pleading.

�/No,/� Irvine purred.

- - - - - - -

He was in his element. He knew what it was
to drive someone mad with want, to keep them under his control. And keeping this man under control was too delicious
for words. Keeping that strength, that power, that utter and complete arrogance pinned down by pleasure was
altogether too enjoyable to be let go.

He ran a hand up to Zell�s
chest, fingertips running across a nipple and realised
too late it was a mistake. The native�s own fingers came around the wrist, his
other hand to Irvine�s
shoulder and he pulled him bodily upward, forcing him to release the treat in
his mouth or risk injuring it � which he had no wish to do. Once he was
stretched out along his taker�s body, it was no difficult task for Zell to simply roll them, hand still holding the wrist and
pinning it above his head.

�/I win,/� Zell said with a cocky toss of his head and Irvine couldn�t help but
chuckle softly, arching against the native�s grip only because the knowledge
that he couldn�t break it thrilled him.

�/You always will,/�
he replied, and liked the grin that spread across his taker�s lips at the
compliment.

�/Yes. You realise
my power,/� he said in a satisfied voice, giving Irvine reason to chuckle
again. He was so like some sort of arrogant animal, at ease with his strength
and just knowing he was better than
everyone else.

�/I realise your
power,/� Irvine
agreed, stroking the native�s bicep with obvious admiration.

�/I like this very much./�

�/I know you do./�

�/You are becoming the perfect taken I knew
you would be./�

Irvine smiled. It was unbelievably easy to stroke the man�s ego, and he
had to admit he loved doing it. The way Zell postured
and preened was amusing at the same time as sexy, and it was who he was. Irvine loved it.

�/And you are the perfect taker,/� was the instant reply, and he could see the pride and
self-satisfaction in the sapphire eyes.

�/I know this./�

Irvine laughed, then, and Zell laughed with him,
then bent to capture his lips for a deep, hungry kiss. The cowboy gladly opened
his mouth to it and responded with equal hunger, tongue moving against Zell�s in the pattern which had become familiar. Zell�s hands were all over him, lighting tiny fires in
their wake, and when one wrapped around his arousal, he spread his legs and
bent his knees instinctively, lifting his hips in silent pleading for something
he only half-knew.

Zell smirked at him, and for some reason a blush pinked his cheeks.

�/Eager?/� the
native purred and the blush deepened. �/There�s
nothing wrong with this, my taken. This eagerness is natural, good. It�s no
different than the eagerness to take a woman you know so well, no different
than the eagerness she has for you to take her.�

Irvine nodded and gave a shaky smile, not so certain about that, but
willing to trust Zell. Nothing the native had done so
far had been anything but good, and he had been promised there was better to
come. He watched with both curiosity and trepidation as the native drew a
fluted bottle closer to him and poured a little oil into the palm of his hand.
The smell of wildflowers and cinnamon caressed his nose as Zell
wrapped the palm around two fingers of his opposite hand and coated them
thoroughly.

�/Need me,/� the
native demanded softly, echoing his previous demands to be felt and wanted.

Irvine opened his mouth to reply, but all that came from his parted lips
was a soft cry as Zell slipped the oiled palm beneath
him to lift his hips slightly and ran one slick finger across his entrance
before dipping it carefully inside. The native�s eyes were lidded, tender, and
the finger made Irvine
take snatched, hurried breaths. There was a mild sting, then a new, strange,
glorious pleasure.

�Z-Zell�� he
whispered.

�/I know,/� came
the answering whisper and Irvine
couldn�t halt the slow arch of his body and the gasping cry he gave as the
finger worked deeper.

- - - - - - -

If there was anything more beautiful on the
entire face of the planet, Zell didn�t know what it
was. Irvine
unconsciously ran a hand from his navel to a nipple, hissing softly when the palm
ran over it and the native moved his finger in perfect timing with the touch.
The fingers went into his hair, then, and the other hand twisted in the furs.
His cheeks were delightfully pinked, his lips red and kiss-swollen, his
sky-blue eyes showing as mere slits through red-gold lashes and his hair spread
around him in wanton disarray.

Zell breathed out slowly, feeling, wanting, needing, just as he�d asked Irvine to. His cowboy
twitched and � Ai! � he spread his legs a little further and arched his hips
into the touch, seeking more, a deeper touch. There was only one thing that
could give him that, and he wasn�t ready yet. The native added a second finger,
working them gently, massaging, preparing.

Irvine nearly sobbed, every exhale a needy �ah�
or �oh� or �hn�, and he squirmed, turning his face aside and nuzzling at the furs beneath
him.

�/Look at me,/� Zell
whispered, breath catching when Irvine opened his eyes and turned his head to
look up at him. He was so beautiful. So perfect. His
eyes were two blue pools of naked, unadulterated desire.

�/Do you feel me?/�
he asked, removing his fingers in such a way that the brush of them made Irvine twitch and moan.

�/Yes�/� he panted. �/Please�/�

�/Do you want me?/�
Zell persisted, guiding one leg carefully up over a
shoulder and the other around his waist and pressing carefully against his taken�s entrance.

�/So much� Yes�/� came the desperate
whimper.

�/Do you need me?/�

�/Yes, yes, yes! Please! Now!/�

If Zell were not
already determined to take this glorious man beneath him, that cry would have
made him so and he entered Irvine carefully, slowly, so that his cowboy
thrashed and begged, apparently feeling nothing of the pain Zell
had expected him to respond to. Ai, ai, ai! He was made
to be a taken!

- - - - - - -

Irvine didn�t understand why his taker went still when he was finally,
finally within him, and he whimpered, a pleading sound from the back of his
throat.

�/Your body� must�
be given time to� adjust�/� Zell explained, breath
hitching.

Some part of Irvine was gratified he could cause this loss
of composure in his taker, but it was a minority as the rest of him was
screaming that he make Zell move. He wound his arms around neck and shoulders, pulling the
native down to press against him and instinctively lifted his hips, tensing so
that he tightened around the blonde.

The uncontrolled groan that sounded in his
ear at the movement made his belly flutter and other parts of him ache with
need and he was so relieved when the
native began a steady, deep-reaching roll of his hips. The movement was
elegant, sinuous, and caused their entire bodies to rub together with every
one, so that Irvine
thought he might just die of sensation. And he would be happy to do so. If he
died in this moment, he would die happy.

Nothing he had ever felt with a woman could
compare. The knowledge of being claimed was a pleasure all its own, removed
from the shockwave that rolled through his body with every thrust, but adding
to it, making it something new and sharp and glorious. He tried to explain to Zell, but could only sigh and gasp and moan. Nevertheless,
the native seemed to know.

Being so utterly vulnerable was more
delightful than he�d ever thought it could be, too. He was at Zell�s mercy, with his legs one around Zell�s
waist and the other over his shoulder, pinned beneath him, filled by him. He
knew without a doubt he would crave this feeling for the rest of his life.

- - - - - - -

Zell had never felt so right,
so completely in tune with a taken. Their bodies fit together like they were
made to be that way, and every sound Irvine
made was like music to him. The way his cowboy moaned his name made him tingle
and he found his control failing further. He panicked for a brief moment,
terrified of hurting his taken, but then a soft plea came to his ears, no more
than a breathless �please��, and he knew he need not hold back.

- - - - - - -

Zell�s pace quickened strengthened, burning, burning, burning, and Irvine was perfectly
willing to be consumed by him. The power and the dominance that sat upon his
taker�s shoulders like a cloak all the time wrapped around Irvine now, an he
reveled in it, let it take him, guide him. He was powerless to resist the
contribution the strong body begged of him and his hips lifted to meet Zell�s thrusts, making both of them moan.

- - - - - - -

Irvine�s body sang to him, responding and arching and letting him have
everything he wanted. His taker didn�t fight it, didn�t flee, didn�t deny either of them anything. He didn�t only take the
pleasure Zell�s movement gave him, but gave it back
in return, meeting his thrusts, tightening and flexing in all the right places
at all the right times. Virgin to men or not, he seemed to know how to drive Zell wild.

- - - - - - -

When Zell�s hand
wrapped around his arousal and stroked in time with the rhythm of their bodies,
Irvine wailed,
and couldn�t find it in himself to care what he sounded like. He tightened his
legs around the native, hands clutching at hair and spine, digging, clinging on
for dear life. He wallowed in the sensations, in the flex of muscle beneath his
hands and the strength and power that filled him. Always, the two words came to
mind, always they were barely adequate to describe
everything Zell was.

- - - - - - -

That desperate, unrestrained cry broke the
last threads of control Zell possessed and he strove
harder, faster, stronger, burying himself, losing himself in the perfect,
gorgeous man beneath him. And Irvine
rode it (1) easily, taking it all and loving it all. There was no response of
fear or pain, only steadily more pleading, frantic cries, and Zell knew they were both very close.

- - - - - - -

When his release came, Irvine would swear he almost blacked out. His
back arched, head thrown back, and he felt Zell�s mouth
come against his exposed throat as his hips bucked and his body thrashed with
the release. The natives hot tongue and lips roved
against his skin there with a hurried, rapid movement and he was bare seconds
behind his taken.

Another soft cry broke free of Irvine�s
throat as he felt the heat of his taker�s release deep within him, then his leg
slipped free of the broad shoulder and the native dropped his head by the
cowboy�s ear, his pants stirring auburn hair. Irvine was panting too and his skin twitched
and sparked at the barest touch of furs, hair, fingertips, skin. His eyes
flickered shut and he shifted his thigh against Zell�s
side, sending a delightful shiver under his skin.

Zell groaned and shifted, pushing himself laboriously upward. Irvine cried out and
wrapped his leg and his arms tighter around his taker, not wanting him to go
anywhere.

�/Needy,/� Zell accused, but it was soft, affectionate. �/Just this./�
He slid carefully free of Irvine, intensifying the tingle, and reached for a
soft, damp woven cloth, with which he carefully washed away the evidence of
their pleasure, then tossed aside, flopping onto his back.

Irvine turned his head to look at his new lover, eyes tracing the solid
lines of his body. Touching him was like nothing the cowboy had ever known, and
he couldn�t resist smoothing a hand over chest, abdomen, and curving it over a
thigh and down, knuckles brushing against warm, sated length. Zell made a low sound, and Irvine�s own length stirred tiredly in
response. But it was barely a reaction and he smiled and shimmied down to press
against Zell�s side.

�/I� it�/� he was lost for words and Zell gave a low chuckle.

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�/So good� you can�t� describe it, hmm?/� he teased cockily, running a hand down Irvine�s elegant spine and along the
underside of his thigh to draw the leg up and across his hips. Once he was
satisfied with its placement, he stroked it gently.

�/Mmm� I suppose�
so,/� Irvine
agreed with a chuckle. Both of them were still a bit out of breath.

�/Always now, we
will sleep together like this. Whether after pleasure or not, I won�t allow you
to sleep clothed with me./�

He expected some sort of protest at being
so blatantly commanded, but a cat-like smile curved his taken�s
lips instead and he sighed, tracing the lines of all Zell�s
perfectly refined muscles. He understood the pause in favour
of perusing his body. It was, after all, a particularly well-maintained and
gorgeous body.

�/Yes. I like the sound of that./�

�/You don�t argue
with me. You have learned your place./�

Irvine chuckled and the sound of it vibrated against Zell�s
side. He liked it, so he wrapped his arm under and around Irvine�s shoulders and drew him closer. His
taken didn�t protest, instead slinging one arm across his chest and tucking the
other between them.

�/Why should I argue when I, like, want
something the same?/�

Zell considered that.

�/Then, does that mean you�ll argue if it�s
something you don�t want the same?/�

�/Oh, yes,/� came
the sly reply, and Zell had a suspicion he was only
half-joking. He grumbled, which made Irvine
laugh and the cowboy kissed his shoulder to soothe him. He allowed himself to
be placated, but only � yes, truly, because he didn�t bow to the whims of his
taken! � only because he was tired and looking forward to sleeping the night
through with his Irvine held naked in his arms.

�/Sleep, now. Dream,/�
he whispered in the cowboy�s ear and Irvine
smiled gently.

�Mmm� /Kiss me
first� please?/�

Zell smiled tenderly and was only to glad to give into that particular
whim, taking that mouth which was so rightfully his in a slow, lingering kiss.
When he broke it, Irvine
tucked his head down against Zell�s chest and Zell tangled his fingers in a wave of hair, showing his
claim.

Irvine�s breathing soon evened out into that of sleep, and Jirrah, who had instinctively known to steer clear, wafted
into the cave. Zell ordered him to their feet � he
would no longer allow the Gayla to share the bed
which was only his and Irvine�s � and pulled the big Snow-Lion pelt over
himself and his sleeping taken, kissing his temple fleetingly before he, too,
closed his eyes and drifted off into a happy, sated sleep.

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(1) �rode it like the cowboy he was.
Sentence really didn�t fit the mood I wanted but I�ve used that one so many times in our RPs.
*giggles*

Author�s Notes: There you go! Sorry, no
Squall or Seifer this chapter, but come on! It�s
already four pages longer than usual! Hope you liked it!
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