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My Room, My Rules	By : RentaiKitten Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Squix is mother � Squix is father �(Name that quote! - #1) The chars are all theirs, the plot simply the leavings of a rabid Bunn Bunn hopping through my meager little mind. Unfortunately, Bunn Bunn isn�t mine either and I don�t have the carrots and alfalfa to keep him around and he keeps leaving me for the sluggyfreelance site� sigh.

Warnings: Slash, language, M/M/M (this chapter only - Seifer is NOT getting a harem!), light bondage, very off key singing (please drink a 6 pack of the beverage of your choice before attempting to duplicate), and dock cruelty/destruction ( also needing beverage - and a very good example of the dangers of driving pished.) Don�t know who originally sang this song - this version courtesy of a certain senior citizen in a certain nursing home - excuse me - long term care facility who sings it with *ahem* style.

A/N: Also I would like to apologize for misinformation. In playing the game again, I discover that Cid WAS Edea's Knight. So I am going to claim artist license and say that their bond wasn't a strong one due to their years of separation, therefore was not affected when she gave up her Powers. Or something like that. LOL

And apologies for the lateness.

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RECAP:

Irvine�s voice began to rise in pitch and volume as the sharpshooter finally took in his state of dress. �Where are my chaps?! My Dover?! My HAT?!?� In panic, he began looking around the med bay, only to see his bald reflection in the polished steel and shrieked, �OMIHYNE, WHAT HAVE YOU HEATHENS DONE TO MY HAIR?!?�

Chapter 10: Show Me The Way To Go Home �..

The few inhabitants out basking in the dusk�s fading light did not really take note as the SeeD Assault Craft approached the docks a bit too quickly. The resulting CCRRRRAAAACCCKKK!!! was harder to ignore. Citizens of Balamb Harbor were shocked as the AC plowed into the pier at full speed, splintering the planks and snapping pylons like toothpicks.

All held their breath as the AC went silent in its newly created berth. Most prayed to Hyne the inhabitants were ok, if only so they could chew them out for damaging the dock, though there were a few mentally tallying the inflated bill to be presented to Commander Leonhart. After all, the military should have its uses in peace time as well.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the personnel doors opened. Three barely clad figures stumbled and staggered their way through the debris to the remains of the pier. As the dock worker watched their progress, the bald one picked his footing carefully. When the streetlights flickered and came on, he saw the reason. The drunken git was barefoot! Rushing forward to give them a hand, he was beaten back by the overwhelming smell of alcohol � and substances stronger. He stared at them in disbelief. Commander Leonhart would never permit this kind of behavior -- then he cringed and covered his ears in self defense.

��Show me the way to go hoooommmmmme�
�I�m tired an� I wannnna go ta bed ��

The dock worker recognized the tall blonde baritone in the middle as the ex-Sorceress lapdog. Frankly, all of Balamb Town had thought the Commander was off his rocker to allow the traitor to set foot on Garden soil. How could the turncoat be trusted? But after seeing the young man stagger up the street with his companions, perception changed from pure evil boogeyman to misguided youth led astray by stupidity and a powerful sorceress. Okay, lots of stupidity.

�� I hadda li�l drink �bout an hour ago �
� an� it went right to my head ��

Seifer�s arms snaked about his companions and dove into their outside pockets, pulling them closer into his embrace. The bald man cuddled in and laid his head on the gunbladist�s right shoulder. The short blonde one in the mesh shirt and revealing holes in his jeans laughed and threw back his head as he thrust his hips against the taller blonde�s left hip. As they all staggered and lurched sideways, the streetlamps caught the black lightning strikes that caressed the shorter blonde�s left temple and cheek. The Dincht boy had taken Almasy down repeatedly in the Neo Sorceress War (or the Time War as it was now know) and had been instrumental in the Final Battle against Ultimitia herself, according to the Tilmett book. No wonder the Commander hadn�t been worried, not if he had his ace hand to hand fighter keeping and eye on the questionable reformee.

The dock worker stood gob smacked as Zell Dincht leaned forward and licked the bald man�s exposed nipple ring. The lanky man moaned and ground his hips into Almasy�s right hip. He watched with a morbid fascination as the trio stumbled their way up the street past the hotel. The whole town knew of the Dincht boy�s �preferences�, but now he was bringing them home? While his mother was there?!?

�� Where e�er I may roam�
O�er land �or sea �or foam ��

The bald man stumbled again, catching a bare toe in the cobblestones and slightly pulling away from the other two. The taller blonde didn�t even stop singing as he reeled the lanky form back in and slammed him against his hip. Then the fighter�s horrible off-key caterwauling finally ceased as when he leaned forward once more and caught the winking nipple ring in his teeth and refused to let go.

The barefoot man gasped and followed the tug, arching towards the smaller man. He moaned and allowed his head to fall back, his pale neck flashing in the flickering streetlamps. Then strong white teeth flashed too, and Seifer buried his teeth in the bald man�s throat as Zell�s tongue curled about the ring and flicked the sensitve flesh beneath.

�Hyne � yesssss � mmm � more, please � ooooh!!!!!� mewled the focus of their attack.

Almasy pulled his left hand from the pocket of the fighter and let it drift lower until it found the gaping hole at the curve of his ass. Lean fingers slid through the denim slit and began to stroke the tender skin at the top of his thigh as he licked at the bite mark on the lanky man to his right. The shorter blonde squeaked and thrust his hips forward, trembling at his lover�s touch. Releasing the ring, he slipped his left hand under the black leather vest and ghosted his hand down the gunbladist�s spine. Seifer arched his back and smiled lazily in promised retribution before picking up the song again as they staggered along.

�� You�ll always hear me singin� this song �
� Show me the way to go hooooommmmme!!!�

The other two men, as well as the dock worker who had followed them out of morbid curiosity, flinched when Dincht took the last note into octaves his voice was never meant to go. As they cringed, the fighter broke free and made his way to his front door. Smirking at them all, he made a great show of fishing his house key out of the too tight jeans. Bending over under he was eye level with the doorknob, he twitched his ass as he tried to drunkenly guide the key into the lock, missing the first couple of tries.

The bald man stared at the display; partly in awe, partly uncertain of how much he was allowed to participate. The dilemma was chased from his mind by the hot mouth which once again descended on his neck and the large hand that stroked his package. Moaning, he sagged into the capable hands, letting them go where they would as he clutched at the black leather vest for support.

The fighter glanced over his shoulder as the lock clicked and then pranced inside. Almasy all but carried the dazed and pliant barefoot man into the house, never releasing the pale throat. The dock worker shook his head confusedly. Should he be outraged or jealous at that Public Display of Sexiness? �Well, Hyne!� he thought as he turned away. �If Li�l Dincht wants to have a bit of fun, the boy damned well deserves it. Who am I to judge? I just hope his mouth is stuffed with something or I won�t get any sleep tonight! Maybe between the two of them they can. I wonder who the bald guy was? Probably a SeeD from Trabia. They have been wandering through her a lot lately.�

The moment Seifer locked the front door, Zell dropped his �prancing pony� act. �MAAAAA!!! I�m home!� he hollered.

�I thought I heard � Zell, honey! You�re home!� Ma Dincht bustled out of the kitchen to give her son a warm, welcoming hug.

As his adopted mother gathered him close and he hugged her back, the fighter whispered, �Priority sweep.� He stepped back and pursed his lips in a silent whistle.

Ma Dincht fondly patted him on the back, then took an odd looking machine off a nearby bookshelf and began pressing buttons, all the while talking nonstop. �You never come home enough, dear. I miss having you around the house. Why don�t you stop by more often? That wonderful commander couldn�t be keeping you that busy! Maybe I�ll just have to have a word with him. I�ll � all clear. Now, tell me what this is all about. And why did I need to sweep my own house for listening bugs. Seifer?� She raised an inquiring eyebrow at the gunbladist.

The taller blonde disengaged himself from the bald man and stepped forward. Taking her hand, he bowed and lightly touched his lips to her knuckles. �I brought him back, safe as promised.�

�Oh, my, Seifer!� Ma Dincht gushed. �So polite, and handsome, too. Flatterer.� The gunbladist grinned wickedly, to which she only smiled and slapped him on the shoulder.
�And this is �� She turned to the bald man; her jaw dropping in shock as she recognized the man before her. �Irvine Kinneas! Boy? What happened to your hair?!?�

Irvine glared at his companions in answer before folding his arms across his chest. �Ask your boys!� he snarled.

Zell blushed. �But, K, I already explained that! You�re just too identifiable with that hair down to your ass. Even if we dyed it, it was too recognizable. If we were going to waltz through the front door, so to speak, we had to make sure we totally changed your look.�

�But barefoot, Zell?� Ma�s voice asked chidingly. �He�ll catch his death of cold.�

�Ma�am, if that�s all my death might be caused by, I�d be satisfied,� answered the ex-cowboy with a wry snort.

At once, the amible fa�ade fell away, and in its place was a determined woman whose extended family had been threatened. After the events of Time War, Ma Dincht had informally adopted the orphanage gang, serving as conifidant, advisor, and master baker of goodies. The threat of being cut off from her Rum Chocolate Mousse was enough to stop even Selphie in her hyperactive tracks. (2)

�Tell. Me. What. Is. Going. On.� Ma�s tone was low and measured.

Zell immediately dropped his head an scuffed his toe against the carpet. Seifer stared at the �little boy� image before him, amused and more than a little turned on. Shaking his head as if to clear it, the gunbladist gathered his thoughts and answered his hostess.

�Irvine had an attempt made on his life. He has information that Squall needs, but we cannot take him to the Garden because of a leak.�

�Attempt? How? What leak? How high of a leak?�

�Someone Pained him and threw him off the cliffs at Raha Cape. If he hadn�t tied his hair to a bush, he might have gotten washed away by the tide.� Zell turned back on Irvine as he continued, �Which was part of the problem because I had to cut him free and there were huge clumps of hair already missing.�

�Could�ve untied it�� mumbled the sharpshooter before raising his voice and addressing the older woman. �And either that, the fall down the cliffs, shock and exposure, or a combination of everything, has fuzzed the details. Right now, I can�t ID my attacker, let alone the spy, and couldn�t tell you if they are two separate people or the same one. I just don�t know ��

�Can you keep him here, Ma?� Zell�s wide cyan blue eyes were pleading. �Keep him safe? His presence a secret?�

�Keep�m secret. Keep�m safe.� whispered Seifer conspiratorially. (3)

�Please, Ma,� the fighter begged. �This could be the beginning of the Third Sorceress War!�

Ma looked over all of �her� boys considering, before honing her gaze on the ex-Knight. She knew Zell could exaggerate on occasion, and Irvine downplayed things too much. Ever since she had met Seifer, he had always played it straight and honest with her. Even when he used to pick on Zell, he had never lied. �Is this for real? Is there truly a threat?�

Seifer could feel the Power seeping out from the woman he had come to regard as a second mother. It was raw and unrefined, but not unfocused. All she wanted was the truth. He could have easily blocked her with his own newly found Power, but there was no reason. She was sorceress material herself, but never had developed it. Answering her questions, he let his own Power color his words, giving them an added potency, but never clouding their truth.

�Yes, Ma. It is a very real threat,� he answered succinctly. �Rinoa gave up her Sorceress Powers, and we have not found her successor. Galbadia Garden has been rattling their swords, but seem to be waiting for something. And most importantly, someone has been passing on insider info. That list is extremely short, only a couple of people outside of the gang.�

�Guard duty for the cowboy until you can get the Commander down here?� she asked, the wheels already turning inside her head, moving her to the next logical step.

�Extreme guard duty. Suspect everyone outside of Zell, Irvine, Squall, and myself,� came the simple, though sincere, reply.

�Done! I�ve had enough of sitting on the sidelines while the nutcases go after my boys and girls. No more!� Ma Dincht�s voice was firm, yet all could hear the unwept tears buried within. Taking a deep breath, she visibly shook herself before changing the subject. �Now. I am supposing you paraded through the streets dressed like this and hanging off each other, hmmmmm?�

�Well, yes �� replied the fighter hesitantly.

�Then I better get out of here for a while so you boys can carry on. I�m sure Casey has gotten his earplugs in by now.�

Zell turned crimson while his fellow SeeDs looked from one Dincht to the other, totally mystified. Her son embarrassed and her job as a mother done, Ma gathered up her purse and closed the door behind her as she headed to the movies.

�What did she mean by �carry on�? And �earplugs�? And who is Casey? What�s going on, Zell?� asked Irvine as Seifer took his hand and led him unresistingly across the room.

The martial artist scuffed his toe again and refused to meet either man�s gaze, as the gunbladist drew him into his embrace as well. �The earplugs probably refers to how noisy he can get. And Casey�s the next door neighbor. Am I right, Chickie?� Seifer�s low purr rumbled across the nerves of the both men, causing them to tremble in anticipation. �And after that display in the street � they will expect to hear� something, huh, Chickie? Maybe something spectacular?�

The Commando turned and buried his face in his Sorcerer�s chest, though the back of his neck was still flushed with embarrassment. �Se-Fe�� he whispered needily. Nuzzling his way under the leather vest, he found the bronze nipple and scraped it with his teeth teasingly.

The Sorcerer groaned and clutched his Commando�s head; drawing him closer, giving him tacit permission to do more. When the hot mouth closed over the flat nubbin, suckling hard, the gunbladist growled and tightened his grip on both men. Slitting his eyes, he glanced at the ex-cowboy on his other arm.

Violet eyes were nearly glazed with need as they desperately watched the scene before them. Long tapering fingers tugged and pulled at the silver ring, and slim hips slowly rode the gunbladist�s right hip.

�C�mon, K�boy,� whispered the taller blonde, guiding the bald man to his other nipple. �Show me what you can do ��

The sharpshooter latched onto the bronze nipple, his tongue flickering across the over-sensitized flesh. His right hand feathered down, tracing the trail of strawberry blonde leading lower, lower, until his fingers became entangled with the fighter�s. The shorter blonde executed a lightning move, and Irvine was pinned up against the gunbladist, forcing him to release his tasty prize. His right arm was bent, twisted around and up behind his back, making him arch and open himself to the taller blonde.

�Pleeeeease �� he whimpered, not knowing which of them he was asking.

�Please what, K�boy?� asked Zell, picking up on his lover�s abbreviated form of cowboy while capturing the other hand and holding it behind his back as well.

Irvine mewled and writhed in his grasp, rubbing his hips forward against the gunbladist, then back against the fighter. �Please � let me �mmmmm � touch you � pleeeease �touch me � take me � ohHynefuckme ��

Cyan blue met emerald green, and smiled wickedly at the agreement there. The taller blonde stepped away, smirking as the bald man first whined in complaint, then gasped in surprise as he was spun and hefted our the fighter�s shoulder and lugged up the stairs.

�Um, � Zell?� began the sniper hesitantly, then realized that his weight was not a burden to the stocky fighter. When he was ignored, he reached for the �worn� spot in the black denims flashing in front of his face.

Suddenly, his wrists were grasped and held away from the tempting ass as the gunbladist stared him down. Commanding green crystalline orbs glowed as they trapped violet, full of challenge and dominance as the taller blonde mouthed a single word.

�Mine.�

Irvine barely had time for a single nod of acceptance before the fighter slung him from his shoulder onto the bed. The cowboy bounced, then lay sprawled there, watching the pair of blondes towering over him. Uncertain of what he was allowed to do, he lay back and clutched at the comforter beneath him. If he reached for Almasy, the martial artist would stop him, and the gunbladist had made it crystal clear he was not to touch Dincht. As he worried his lip in indecision, the platinum blonde headed for points south while the strawberry god latched onto the nipple with the ring in it. What was it with these two and that ring? Not that he was complaining, mind you �

�Se-Fe, we have a problem,� whispered the fighter, finally pulling the tight blue jeans free. �Remember the issue on the plains? Letting me go enough? And me letting you go?�

�Yeah, you�re right.� The gunbladist sighed and pulled back, then looked into the pools of violet worriedly. �See, I can touch, and Chickie can touch, but if you reach for either of us, there might be a problem. We want to, but its kinda instinctual.� Emerald eyes begged him to understand, even though a full explanation could not be given.

Irvine momentarily felt hurt by the refusal of his touch, yet grateful for the partial explanation. They were not totally refusing him, just were unable to currently deal with other issues. He thought for a moment, then smiled and stretched lazily. With a catlike grace, he pulled the ripped T shirt off over his head, threading it through the bars of the wrought iron headboard twisting his wrists into the soft fabric. �You�ve already, like, saved my life. I don�t think you�ll hurt me now.� He twisted his wrists into the soft fabric until he was securely tethered and let his newly bared legs fall open. �Like, whenever y�all are ready ��

Seifer pushed Zell back below the equator, but paused in his own attentions. �You�re sure?� Searching the sniper�s eyes for hints of fear or uncertainty, the Sorcerer only saw acceptance and eagerness. Leaning down, he took possession of the swollen, reddened lips and staked his claim at the same time that his Commando engulfed the cowboy�s cock.

Irvine squeaked and arched into the fighter�s mouth as the gunbladist devoured his own. He tried to stay quiet at first, but the ex-Knight was having none of that. He shivered and mewled as the ex-Knight tracked down his jaw and latched unto his throat. His hips bucked, driving him deeper into Zell. The shorter blonde merely rode the motion, never relenting on the punishing pace he had set, simply using the opportunity to slip his hands under the cowboy�s buttocks.

The martial artist held onto his feast that was Irvine, savoring every delicious morsel. Licking and nipping, he found the delicate tendons connecting thighs to groin. He smiled as the sharpshooter screamed and arched off the bed. Nuzzling over, he discovered a gold mine of nerves. Pushing the long legs up higher, he rooted at the base of the sniper�s heavy sac.

�Please � Zellllllll � baby, c�mon � just a little � right � therrrrrrrrrrre �mmmmm�

Before the Commando could capitalize in his new found joy, his Sorcerer pulled him up and whispered against his lips. �Take him in your mouth and don�t let him go until I tell you to." Tangling his tongue with the gunbladist in affirmative, he shifted to position himself better for an extended stay. Reluctantly releasing that wicked mouth, he glanced over at the sniper.

Fevered lavender met his gaze as the sharpshooter laid there with his mouth agape. �Hyne! You guys are � hot!!!� Irvine murmured as he stared at the blondes before him and twisted his wrists in their jersey prison. He was so hard he was aching, but didn't want to miss a moment of the delicious scene before him. �I didn�t know y�all were � ya know ��

Zell just smiled and returned his attention to the cowboy�s cock, leaving Seifer to make the coherent reply. �Yes, we are. Now shut up and enjoy, 'cause I don�t share often.�

As he stripped off his leather pants, the gunbladist pulled out a small vial and placed it on the bed, and then retrieved his butterfly knife. The sniper�s eyes opened wide when the blonde went through a series of flashy moves opening and closing the blinking blade, uncaring of his nudity. Almasy smirked at the cowboy, then put the point of the now opened knife at the fighter�s right ankle.

�I have wanted to do this to you, Chickie, since that first day when you were dressed and I wasn�t. Hyne have I longed to even the score ��

Zell mewled and arched his back, never moving that ankle with the steel blade kissing it. The blonde swallowed repeatedly as his position enflamed his lust. The cowboy hissed as the fighter�s sounds and motions vibrated on his encased cock, arousing him further. �Don�t tease him, Almasy! I can�t handle it!�

Seifer lifted the blade and pierced the tough denim fabric. A quick swipe cut through the bottom hem, and the return motion started a slice that traced its way up Zell�s calf, around his knee, and caressed his thigh before it joined the �worn� spot. The gunbladist looked down on his handiwork, admiring the pale leg lying exposing in a pool of black denim.

The fighter keened and rubbed his hips against the bed, looking for friction. Released from having to lie perfectly still while the gunbladist had his fun, he attacked Irvine with renewed enthusiasm. Swirling his tongue about the cowboy�s length, he sucked it down, burying his nose in the only auburn hair that Irvine had left, causing the sniper to keen and shake with sensation.

�Ready?� came a whiskey-soft growl.

The Commando backed off the restrained sharpshooter a little bit to breathe easier and nodded. He froze in place as the cold blade traced his instep. The edge tracked higher, then bit through the denim hem. Zell groaned again, so hard he felt he was about to explode, but remained still for the steel creeping up his calf. As it neared his knee, he gulped and swallowed the sniper�s length. Slowly, ever so slowly, the blade easily cut the tough fabric. Moaning pleadingly, he swirled his tongue about the bald man, relishing the salty-sweet taste that was the Cowboy.

Finally, the knife reached the �worn� spot on the other cheek and the fighter gasped in relief when it back off. Trembling, he sucked voraciously at his treat, his hips desperately plowing a furrow in the old mattress.

"HYNE!! Zell, baby ... oh please ... suck it down, baby. Yeah baby, like that ...please, PLEASE ... yes, more ..." Irvine's voice rasped with desire, begging and demanding in turns. Lithe hips rolled and arched, thrusting their prize deeper into that hot cavern. When the fighter froze again, he mewled in protest. "Don't stop, baby. Please, baby ... beggin' ya here ... DON'T STOP NOW!!!"

The Cowboy's protests were in vain. The ex-Knight's blade was in motion again, and Zell was not going to move and risk an injury, not even a flinch. While the sniper continued to whine, the fighter felt the tight fabric slowly give way until all that was left was the reinforced waistband, then that too was gone. Digging his toes into the bed, he lifted himself on toes and elbows and waited for his Sorcerer to pull the scraps of denim out from underneath him, giving the bald man a new sensation to be tormented by.

"Soooooo fucking gorgeous," whispered Seifer, tracing a single fingertip down the tight thigh. "Just ... gorgeousssss..." Snatching the shredded fabric away, he allowed the martial artist to relax and settle back onto the mattress. Staring at the feast laid out before him, he leaned down and pulled his Commando up for a kiss. "Good job, Chickie. Now let's push him over the edge."

Cyan eyes lit up with wicked delight, and those cute fangs peeked out of the mischievous smirk. When they turned to the Cowboy, he tried to return the smile nervously, then scooted his hips away from the fighter. Zell broke into a wide grin at that. Leaning down so that his breath ghosted over the sniper's straining cock, he growled "I'm not gonna eat you, I am going to Devour you. I'm gonna Devour ya so good, Eden is gonna be jealous."

Irvine's eyes rolled back at the image created in his mind and his wrists tugged futilely at their jersey prison. The semi-restrained man absolutely purred when the little blonde reached out and threaded his fingers through his auburn curls, tugging him closer. Eager for more, he arched up, thrusting his proud length into the knowing calloused hands, spreading his legs to give those hands free range.

"Yyeeessssssss, ... baby, more ... please ..." mewled the sniper, then groaned at his reward. Rough fingers traced up his cock, finding the pearlescent treasure at the tip. "Nnnnn ... please, baby ... oooohhhh!"

Zell only smiled and leaned down to gently blow over the dampened tip as Seifer tugged on a hardened nipple.

"Fuck, Zell ... suck me! Quit fucking teasing!" growled the cowboy, thrusting up, searching for that warm. wet haven. "Hynedammit, Ze---"

Irvine's scream was muffled when the gunbladist covered his open mouth and thrust his tongue deep within as simultaneously, Zell engulfed his weeping cock, sucking it down until his nose was buried in those auburn curls. The sharpshooter's brain melted away as the blondes concerted attack slowly overloaded his senses and his world became a seething swirl of sensation.

The sniper moaned complainingly when the gunbladist left his mouth trail down his neck.
"Ohhh, baby ... right there!! ohh! Ohh!! OOOHHHH!!!" His voice rose through the octaves as the bigger blonde's teeth found the tendons of his tanned throat, tracing down to the erogenous area near the shoulder. When Seifer sank his pearly whites into the muscles, an arrow of fire shot through his body to his groin where Zell did his best to suck it out through his dick.

"OhHyne ... OhHyne ... OhHyne ... OooooohhhhhhHHHHHHH!!!"

The fighter murmured in satisfaction. then stepped up the pace. Circling the base of the cowboy's cock with his right hand, he placed his left on the sniper's jutting hipbone for balance. Drawing out to the end of that impressive length, he hollowed his cheeks and kept a vacuum pressure on the end third while he pumped the rest with his right hand. Bobbing his head a bit, the suction pulled in time with the rough strokes.

"HYNE YES!!, SUCK IT OFF, BABY!!! SUCK IT RIGHT OFF!!!" Irvine screamed and babbled as the fighter worked his cock, pausing every once in a while to breathe. As the sniper continued to yell encouragements and thrash beneath him, the bright copper taste told the little blonde that he had scraped the cowboy with his teeth. Concerned, he stopped to check out the damage.

"NNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!" howled the cowboy when he felt the martial artist stop. "Don't stop," he sobbed. "It's ok, baby, it's okay. Don't stop. Hyne, don't stop! I don't care about your teeth! It's okay. You feel sooo good, baby. Please, baby. Suck it, suck the whole Hyne damned thing off. Please, baby, don't stop! ZellllLLLLLLLL---" screamed the cowboy as the fighter slurped and vacuumed him back down into those welcoming depths.

"Ohbabyohbabyohbaby---" babbled the sniper, and then Seifer bit down on his unpierced nipple and the blonde's actions took him higher and higher until his thoughts splintered.

Take it, baby, take it! Suck me raw! --- Hyne, who knew the hot dog freak could do THIS?!? --- ohohohohohoh --- Seiferrrrrrrrrr, fuck! --- Hyne, I'm glad I showered before we left the AC 'cause FUCK that feels good --- the last tumbling through the cowboy's mind as the gunbladist sank his teeth into muscles connecting arm to shoulder.

Seifer released the now tender skin and stared at the man thrashing on the bed below him. Alternating gently tapping and pulling on the silver ring, he watched in fascination as the red flush began to creep down the sniper's chest. Again and again, the fighter devoured cowboy and made him beg "More --- deeper --- again --- please, oh, please --- harder, baby ---"

Until finally ... FINALLY ... the Sorcerer leaned over and bit into the cords of the sharpshooter's throat once more, this time "pushing" a bit of his Magic through the broken skin as his Commando engulfed the cowboy's length once more and buried his nose in the auburn curls one last time, swallowing, swallowing ...

Irvine began a low growl in his throat which quickly rose in pitch and volume until the windows shivered with its intensity. He bucked and thrust against the blondes, burying his length in the fighter's warm as his orgasm hit. Muscles tensed and his back arched until only his shoulders were on the bed.

As the last drop was suckled from the straining cowboy, he collapsed back onto the bed, blood rushing in his ears and his vision graying at the edges. Coming back to himself, he looked up at the pair of blondes, then down at their unsatisfied need. Though exhausted, he smiled and rolled over onto his stomach. Wiggling his ass in the air, he leered over his shoulder, hands still twisted into their jersey prison.

"Round 2?"

TBC

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(1) Actually, the quote was �The Corps is Mother, the Corps is Father�. Can you still name it? (Nothing to do with the US Marines)

(2) Rum Chocolate Mousse - actual recipe which my brother got marriage proposals over. Email me if you would like a copy: RentaiKitten@yahoo.com

(3) �Keep it secret. Keep it safe.� Name that quote - to who, from who, scene. Rice Krispies with M&M's and walnuts if you can .......

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