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Mine.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 925 -:- 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
- 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.
- 16
- 17
- 18
Warnings: Only one thing to add � Rinoa
Bashing!

Pairings: �

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot, and the
various creatures herein (their personalities, that is). I make no money off
this fic.

Author�s Notes: Was Manifest fun or what?! I�ve never had so
many people want to photograph me before! And I yaoi�d
with a Zack cosplayer. So much fun! Woo woo! Spent too much� Anyway!
Now that I don�t have costume work on top of uni
work, I should be more regular with these updates. I know it�s been a long wait,
but I�m dying to get back to work on this fic. Please
bear with me, and I�m so sorry for how far apart updates have been!

Mine.
�� ~KittyMeowMaxwell.

Chapter Seventeen �
Whipped.

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�You�re drunk again��

�I ain�t drunk��

Squall rolled his eyes and dragged the Sheriff�s arm over
his shoulders, helping him to his feet and leading him out of the saloon.

�You�re drunk,� he muttered.

�I ain�t fuckin�
drunk! Jes� leave me there!� Seifer
grumbled and tried to push away from his Deputy, but he stumbled and fell into
the dust. Moonlight glinted off the tears trailing down the Sheriff�s cheeks
when he sat back on his knees, fisting his hands in his hair.

�Seifer�� Squall said softly and
knelt with him, touching his hand.

�I failed these people, Squall� M�first
real test here �n� I failed� He�s up there� �n� no one
knows what might be hap�nin� to �im��

�Seifer�� Squall said again, and
this time it was exasperated. He helped the Sheriff to his feet again and they
made their slow way back to Seifer�s little house.
�No one thinks you failed but you,� he murmured as he sat Seifer
at the kitchen table and put the kettle on the stove, bending to light a fire
in its belly. Once it was burning and the water was beginning to heat, he went
and sat by Seifer.

�I deserve t� be dead�� the Sheriff muttered after a long
moment.

�Oh, not that again. Stop being so
melodramatic,� Squall muttered and Seifer fell silent, save for incoherent muttering to himself.

The Deputy made them both coffee
then forced one of the steaming mugs into Seifer�s
hands and glared at him until he took a mouthful.

They sat in silence, drinking their coffees for a long time
before Seifer spoke up again, staring into the
half-finished beverage.

�I should have found him��

Squall rolled his eyes.

�You did your best.�

�Yeah. My best just ain�t good enough�� Seifer
muttered.

Squall sighed and stood, going around the table to rap
lightly on Seifer�s head.

�Stop being an idiot. Y-�

His words cut off as Seifer�s hand
snapped up to wrap around his wrist, jerking him into the Sheriff�s lap.

�Squall�� Seifer said pleadingly,
and when his Deputy opened his mouth to protest, he took that mouth, tongue
plunging within. Squall gave a muffled protest, and fought him, but he was
off-balance and Seifer held his hands still.

And the slight tingle down his spine was almost enough to
make him not want to fight.

There was a knock on the door and they both started, Squall
falling out of Seifer�s lap and jumping up as though
he�d been burned. He put a hand to his mouth, glaring at Seifer.

�What have I told-�

The knock came again, cutting the Deputy off, and Seifer stood, going to answer it.

He didn�t look at Squall.

- - - - - - -

A week or so later, Irvine lay curled in the bed furs long
after the sun had risen and Zell had left to hunt. He
should be up and bathed, tidying the camp and gathering berries and the like
for lunch and dinner. But a deep sorrow had suddenly overtaken him, a longing
for his parents and friends back in the town. It was sudden, and it was
painful.

Irvine rolled over, burying his face and clutched at the fur. Why
now? Why had it appeared so suddenly, when he hadn�t thought about them since�
well, for so long. And that made him feel guilty in
turn. He�d forgotten those dear to him so quickly.

He lay there for some time longer before there was a
rustling at the teepi entrance and Krerah poked his head in.

�/Do you sleep, still?! Now, now, WildBird!
This is shameful! Up, up with you and
come see what Hira�in has found! You might know what
it is, for we don�t!/�

Irvine
made incoherent muttering sounds and rolled over, tugging a fur over his head.

�/Irvine!
Up, now!/� Krerah demanded,
laughing. He entered the teepi more fully and jerked
the fur off Irvine.
A slight smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes traveled Irvine�s form. �/Come, Irvine!/�

Irvine
grumbled, but he figured laying around wasn�t going to
help, and he might as well try to take his mind off it. He stood and stretched,
aware of Krerah�s gaze and blatantly showing off to
it. It seemed some of the natives� behaviours were
beginning to rub off on him.

Krerah only grinned and watched
the cowboy ferret around for some while before he cleared his throat and held
up a Torama-skin loincloth.

Irvine
bared his teeth slightly, then shoved Krerah�s
shoulder and took the loincloth, tying it on with a yawn.

�/Come on then. Show me this grand discovery before you
forget it and jump on me instead./�

�/Ah, yes�/� Krerah purred,
sliding a hand along Irvine�s shoulder and down his arm, then catching his
wrist with a grin and tugging him outside. �/Come!/�

They went at an awkward run, Krerah
laughing as his raven hair flew behind him, and soon came to the gaggle of
taken and switch that surrounded Hira�in and his
�discovery�. Krerah pushed through, both he and Irvine showing teeth to almost anyone who didn�t move, and
the second they broke through, Irvine
laughed.

�/Of course I know what that is. Hira�in,
give it to me,/� he said and held out his hand.

Hira�in glanced up, his unusual
pale-green eyes wary as he handed over his prize.

Irvine
gave a low whistle as he held the handle, running braided leather through his
left hand.

�/This is the best craftsmanship
I�ve ever seen�/� he murmured, hoisting it.

�/What is it?/� Krerah
asked, Hira�in hovering behind him.

�A bullwhip,� Irvine
said, then translated hurriedly. �/A patch-beast� uh�
I don�t think you even have a word. Let me show you./�
He grinned, licking his lips. �/Back up! Back up!/� he
said, sweeping an arm around.

�/What�?/� Krerah
wondered.

�/Back up! The
length of the rope!/�

When they didn�t move, Irvine
rolled his eyes and placed the handle of the bullwhip on the ground.

�/Hold that there, Hira�in. Don�t
let it move./� He took hold of the very end of the whip and strode out until it
pulled taut, holding his free arm out so that those in front of it had to back
up. The others seemed to get the message and in only a moment, there was a
circle around him. He went back to where Hira�in and Krerah stood and a gesture sent them to the edge of the
pack.

Irvine
took hold of the whip and lifted it, watching the end slither across the dusty
ground. A grin came to his lips as he drew his hand higher, then
brought it down with a flick of his wrist, and the first crack rang out, making
the natives all jump and leap back a step. He laughed and let his hand follow
through to the back, flicking again and cracking the whip behind him. Again,
they twitched, gasping, and there was a cry from the forests, the first of the
guards springing out of the trees to come to the aid of the camp.

Krerah threw his head back and
crowed with enormous amusement as the whip cracked again and again, Irvine handling it with
great skill.

From the herd, Whipcrack warbled
merrily.

More takers spilled into camp, brought up short when they
saw the gathered taken around Irvine.
Those taken separated and fell back when they registered the presence of the
takers, and the whole group shifted as men and women moved forward through it
to see what was going on.

�/Not too close!/� Krerah warned, glancing aside when a hand laid on his
shoulder. �/Zell,/� he said
respectfully, then jerked a thumb at Irvine.
�/Your taken continues to impress./�

�/Indeed,/� Ahshey
agreed, lifting both brows. �/Only how is Zell to get
close enough to take his taken with that thing flailing about�?/�

Krerah laughed and clapped Zell on the back.

�/Indeed, how?!/� he cried, then called between cracks. �/Irvine! Your taker
is here!/�

The whip slithered across the ground to a halt and Irvine turned to grin at Zell, who smiled back, folding his arms across his broad
chest and lifting his nose. Irvine
turned his gaze to Hira�in.

�/I will trade for this, Hira�in./�

�/What? What would you trade?/� the other native wondered.

�/Three quivers of my finest arrows, and a cured Ruby Dragon
hide./�

Hira�in considered.

�/Three quivers of your finest arrows, a cured Ruby Dragon
hide, and first breeding rights to your chocobo with
one of my females./�

Irvine
arched his brows, and the natives closest to them murmured among themselves.

�/You want to
breed with Whipcrack�?/�

Hira�in nodded.

�/Feathers that colour will trade
for a fortune to other camps. I want him for stud, and I�ll take the entire
first brood./�

�/No, you won�t. No braided leather with a handle attached
is worth an entire brood of chocobos,/� Zell said, glaring.

�/Half, then,/� Hira�ni
said hastily. �/And you can have the extra if there are odd numbers./�

Irvine
put his hand out before Zell could argue further and,
with a grin, Hira�ni slapped his own down against it.

�/Your taken accepts for you, Snake!/�
he said laughingly, then melted into the dispersing crowd before Zell could retort.

Instead, sapphire eyes fell on Irvine.

�/It was my trade to begin with,/� Irvine said, aborting
whatever Zell would say. �/I fletch the arrows, I
cured the hide-/�

�/I hunted the dragon!/�

Irvine
ignored him.

�/I own the chocobo! If you really want, I�ll go out and hunt my own
Ruby Dragon, and cure that hide too!/�

Zell arched his brows, but then he
merely shook his head and gave a rueful grin.

�/I see there are some things I will never train out of
you�/� he said. �/And you have impressed the others with your special skill, so
you must have your� thing./� He indicated the whip.

�Whip,� Irvine
told him, laughing.

�Whip?� Krerah
repeated then, finally understanding. �Whipcrack!�

Again, Irvine
laughed.

�Yes. Whipcrack,� he affirmed,
looping the whip several times, then slinging it over
his arm.

�/Enough talk of Irvine�s
bird,/� Zell muttered. �/We
still have much work to do./�

The crowd had dispersed, back to their various jobs and Irvine looked at Zell, twisting his hands in front of him. Then Zell smiled, and the tension went out of the cowboy�s
shoulders.

�/I didn�t mean to take over, I just� I� was missing home
and, like, I wanted to have it�/�

Zell shook his head.

�/No matter. Just next time don�t
use your whip when I�m stalking a Grendel�/�

Irvine
laughed and hugged his lover tight.

�/I�ll make up for it tonight, my love� In all the best ways./�

The native growled appreciatively and pressed a kiss to Irvine�s mouth before he
disappeared back into the trees.

- - - - - - -

The stagecoach rattled into town with its usual racket, the
six tired, heavy-legged chocobos that pulled it warking softly as they came to a halt. (1) The driver
straightened his hat, and spat to the side before clambering down, tugging on
his belt to pull up his pants. He opened the stagecoach door and stood back.

A boot was the first thing to exit the coach, knee-high and
red with silver buckles. The stiletto heel was at least two inches tall. Then
the rest of the woman belonging to the boot exited to a chorus of catcalls and
whistles from the saloon as her flamboyant red skirts fell over the boot, but
not before she showed a little thigh. Lace ringed the skirts, and the bodice
was ridiculously tight, laced to a point where it almost caused her breasts to
push out over the top of the beading that lined the edge of the neckline.
Ringlets of gold hair kissed bare shoulders and curled around a slender neck emphasised by an enormous pearl which sat against her
throat, held by a thick black ribbon. Most of her hair sat atop her head in a
complicated style which was laced with beads and jewels, and a pair of glasses
was perched on the end of her nose. Blue eyes surveyed the men over the top of
the glasses and she smiled slightly, then stepped the rest of the way off the
coach.

Half a dozen women, all giggling and talking, spilled off
the coach behind her.

�Chop, chop ladies,� she chirped. �There�s work to be done.�

They gathered their luggage and followed the first woman
around the coach and across the dusty road to the disused two-storey building
that stood there.

The men glanced at one another as the convoy disappeared
from view, then the whole saloon burst into excited chatter. The barmaids
glanced at one another as well and made faces. Part of the reason men stayed
that one drink longer was because of the women�s low necklines, but all the men
knew the two of them wouldn�t stand for any funny business � besides, one of
them was the Deputy�s girl.

A brothel right across from them was the last thing the
saloon needed.

- - - - - - -

�Alright, girls. Get to work. We�ll
have this place ready in no time. Trixie, sweep out
this lower floor, and Drucilla, I want you doing the
same upstairs. Lulubell, take Luanne and do the
bathrooms � make sure those tubs are spotless. Katie-� The tall blonde woman
cut off, looking around. �Where did that girl go?!�

Luanne lifted a hand, pointing out to the veranda, where
Katie stood with a cigar between her fingers, waving at the men across the
street.

�Katie!� She
stalked outside and snatched the cigar out of Katie�s fingers, tossing it over
her shoulder before she ushered the girl back inside. �What have I told you
about those? No man is going to pay for a girl who passes out because she can�t
breathe half way through! Now, I want you to clean the windows upstairs.�

�But, Ma�am-�

�No. No buts. Off you go.� She watched Katie go, then turned to the one remaining girl. �You and I will do
something about the state of these chimneys, Penelope.�

�Yes�m,� the girl said, smiling a
little and ducking her head.

The place was a flurry of industry for the next half a day,
until the windows were so clean it was as if there were no glass, the tubs in
the upstairs and downstairs bathrooms shone bright as the moon, not a speck of
dust lay anywhere, and the beds had all be aired and returned to their previous
places.

�Why�d the last lot leave the place, Madam Quistis?� Trixie wondered as they
all rested over a cup of tea and some hastily-made sandwiches.

�There wasn�t enough business back then. But the town has
grown since then, and married men have fathered sons who aren�t yet at the
stage of marrying.�

The girls all giggled, chattering among themselves and Quistis turned her eyes to the saloon across the way, a
slow smile curving her elegant lips. With all the cattle drives and the like
that passed through the town, it was now a prime area for business, and she had
little doubt that one or two of the town girls would jump at the chance to work
for her � they always did.

Yes. She liked this town already.

- - - - - - -

It was as if it had never happened. Neither
Seifer or Squall had mentioned it since it had
happened, though they were both short and stilted with one another. They said
no more than needed to be said.

Right now, Seifer thought Squall
would probably like it if his girl said no more than needed to be said, because
she had been going on for the last half hour about the women who had moved in
across from the saloon. Seifer had no idea what she
was talking about. Evidently, neither did his Deputy, because eventually Squall
cut across her natterings with;

�What exactly are you accusing these women of, Rinoa�?�

�They� they�re� they�re� wh� they�re wh� women of ill repute!�

Seifer just stared at her but
Squall arched both brows.

�They�re whores?�

The woman blushed, which amused Seifer
greatly. She tried to pretend she was so
innocent, but he wasn�t the only man in town who�d heard the stories about her.

�Yes!� she said
breathlessly.

�Then� you think they�re opening a brothel? On the main street of
town?�

�No, I don�t think
that, they are opening a brothel on
the main street of town!�

�Please,� Seifer said from behind
his Deputy. �No one would be that stupid.�

She glared at him, putting her fists on her hips and puffing
out her chest. Seifer fought the urge to laugh,
almost failed, but swallowed the explosion at the last second when Squall
glared at him as well.

�Alright, alright. We�ll check it
out,� Squall said exasperatedly, and probably just to shut her up.

�We will?� Seifer wondered to the
air.

�Yes,� Squall
muttered. �Go back to work, Rinoa. We�ll be there
directly.�

Rinoa looked hard at him for a
minute, then turned on her heel and flounced out.

�Is she phenomenal in bed or something?� Seifer
wondered. �Because I see no appeal whatsoever��

�We both know she�s not your type,� Squall ground out, then;
�C�mon.�

�Who�s the Sheriff �round here?� Seifer
said, but Squall was already out the door and didn�t hear him.

Rinoa was almost out of sight when
they exited, so she must be going at quite a pace, Seifer
thought as he and Squall strode toward the center of town. The stagecoach was
just leaving when they arrived, the driver evidently having had quite a long
liquid breakfast. It was a good thing the chocobos
had made the trip so many times, they didn�t really
need his help. The inn�s stable-boy was leading away the last of the road-weary
chocobos that had been switched off the coach and he
tipped his hat to Sheriff and Deputy, who nodded back.

A woman sat in a rocking chair on the veranda of the house
across the way from the saloon and Seifer tucked his
thumbs in his belt as they walked over. She was sewing a hole in a skirt and
she looked up from her work when their boots fell on the wooden stairs.

�Afternoon, gentlemen,� she said politely. �What can I do
for you?�

�Afternoon, Ma�am,� Seifer said,
and took the hand she proffered, brushing a chaste kiss across gloved knuckles.
�Name�s Seifer Almasy.
I�m Sheriff here-�

�I gathered by your badge,� she cut in dryly, nodding at it.
�I�m a woman, not an idiot.�

Seifer was taken aback by that,
but he didn�t let it show.

�Sorry Ma�am. I didn�t mean to imply anything of the sort,�
he said smoothly. �I hope you won�t be insulted if I get directly to the point.
We�ve had reports you�re preparing to open a brothel here.�

She arched both golden brows and Seifer
had the uncanny feeling he�d met her before.

�A brothel,
Sheriff?� she repeated. �Who on earth would have told you that � wait, let me
guess. The little bar-girl with the black hair, right?�

Squall arched a brow now and she winked at him.

�Observant,� he allowed, then at her questioning look;
�Squall Leonhart.� He indicated his badge and she
grinned.

�Well, gentleman, I�m doing nothing of the sort. We�re
seamstresses.� She held up her sewing.

�Mind if we take a look around?� Seifer
asked.

�Not at all,� she said. �Come right in.� She lifted a hand
and the two men entered the large house.

A little brunette looked up from a pile of holed socks and
smiled at them, lowering her eyes demurely to her work. Throughout the house,
all they found were industriously working women, all polite and far from
whore-like.

They both knew it was a front, but they couldn�t throw the
women in jail on a hunch. The madam was smiling at them with an �I win�
expression that made Seifer want to smack her.

�Well,� Seifer remarked as they
headed across the street for a drink. �Things in town sure will be more
interesting now��

Squall chuckled and they pushed open the double swinging
doors together. They were instantly bombarded with questions about the women
opposite, much to the displeasure of Rinoa and her
compatriot.

- - - - - - -

(1) I wish I could draw! I see these guys so clearly in my
head. Clydesdale chocobos! Woo!

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Authors Notes: Go Quistis! I love
her so hardcore in this fic. Again,
sorry for the wait. �bows to readers-
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