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Lightning.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 667 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Kitty: I crashed Mum's car... >_< I've only had my P's for a
couple of weeks...

Eoko: Well, I rear ended someone less than two
months after I got my N. You got a long way to go yet.

Kitty: I hope I never rear-end anyone! You know, it's funny... Squall
and the others drive around in cars and motorbikes, but they're technically too
young to be driving anywhere...

Eoko: Well, you used to be able to get your
license at 16 in Canada. The L and N only came into effect in the last decade.

Kitty: Actually, you can get your license at 16 in New South Wales, now
that I think about it. Oh well. Must be part of SeeD
training! Welcome to chapter... um... what number chapter are we writing these
for, Eoko...?

Eoko: Chapter 17, one of yours. It's the one
where Zell and Irvine moan -giggles-.

Kitty: They do that in a lot of chapters... Oh, wait! -various synapses fire- I remember now! This
chapter rocks. I heart Rubedo sooo much!

Eoko: We all heart Rubedo.
He's based off of Zell, and my Zell
rocks all Zells.

Kitty: And you're so modest too... Let's just get on with the fic, because these people kill us.

Eoko: I agree, on with the fic!

Chapter,
The Seventeenth: In Which Irvine and Zell Moan.

"So, who is he?
Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?"

Irvine was doing his
level best to ignore Anasha whom, he thought
ruefully, was spending far too much time with Selphie.
She seemed to have perfected the same persistant
bugging that would eventually make anyone tell Selphie
anything she wanted to know just in order to shut her up.

They were on their
way out of Zell's class, aching and tired, but proud
of themselves for the achievements they'd already made in one day.

Harada grabbed Anasha and covered her mouth, which only muffled the
"Huh?" so that they could all hear; "H? H? H?".
The girl was insane. Yep, definitely too much time with Selphie.

"Anyway,"
Harada said over the repetative sound her hand was
making. "I think we should drive over to Balamb
now and take advantage of Zell's SeeD
wages."

Zell's ears perked.

"Yeah, I
reckon," Hiro said, rubbing his shoulders
alternately when he realised trying to do both made
him look like some sort of weird newly-risen mummy. "And we can have
something to eat afterwards. We don't have any early classes tomorrow."

"Good
idea," Irvine said, straightening his hat. "I sure as hell wouldn't
be able to sleep achin' like I do now." He
looked over his shoulder at Zell. "Sadist,"
he accused with a playfulness and a wink that quite
shocked the fighter, then he was gone.

Zell blinked, then smiled.
Irvine must kind've like Instructor Zell.

He straightened a
couple of the practice mats and picked up a jacket one of the girls must have
left behind. After he'd dropped that into the front office, he went to get his
bike and his helmet and change his clothes.

"Hey, Zell, how'd it go?"

Zell turned in the corridor to see Seifer and he smiled.

"Hey. It went
great! They're all so enthuastiastic, and some of them could already balance. By the end of the
lesson, they all could balance and were getting the hang of the roll I was
teaching them!"

Seifer grinned.

"See? Didn't I
tell you it'd be fine?"

"Yeah! But next time, you gotta
come be my demonstration partner."

"No I
don't."

"Sure you do.
Anyways, I'm going to Balamb to stretch Rubedo's legs."

Seifer was silent a minute, and Zell
started to turn, then the taller blonde spoke.

"Are you gonna tell him?"

"Tell who
what?" Zell asked, face turned away from the gunbladist, but he knew what Seifer
meant, it just wasn't something he wanted to face.

"You know who
and what."

"I... I don't
know."

"What if he
falls in love with Rubedo? With
someone who doesn't exist?"

"I don't
know."

Seifer came to him, laying a hand on his shoulder and
Zell looked up at him.

"Just be
careful, okay?"

"Yeah... You
know me, Seif."

"Yeah, I
do." Seifer smirked. "That's what worries
me."

Zell took a swing at him, but he'd already turned
and walked off, laughing. The fighter smiled as he watched Seifer
go, then it slipped from his features. He didn't like
to think about what Seifer had asked, but it had kept
him from sleeping the last couple of nights. That, and
being unable to stop thinking about the sharpshooter.

He headed off. The
ride to Balamb would clear his head.

- - -

"...Huh? Huh? Huh?"

"Oh, Hyne, can't someone gag her?!" Illo
growled.

"Selph would like that," Irvine commented, smirking,
and Anasha blushed, but continued.

"Please,"
Terry whined.

"Even I'd kiss
her, if it would make her shut up!" Rikan
cried.

"Or you could
just tell her why some dude in a helmet is leaving notes on your door, Irvy," Harada piped.

Irvine went bright
red and Rikan looked sharply at him, while the rest
glanced at Harada with varying degrees of interest.

He opened his mouth
to try and turn them aside, but he didn't have to worry. At that moment, one of
the attendants for Relax and Sea came to get them. They handed over
their cards and she led them each to little rooms in pairs. Despite Rikan's many attempts to get himself in a room with Irvine,
Illo shoved him in with Harada, and Irvine ended up
by himself in a one-person room.

The attendant was preparing
oils and sweet-smelling incense burned in one corner, the smell making Irvine
feel sleepy and relaxed. She turned and walked over to the massage table in the
center of the room, laying a towel across it, then she
bowed politely to Irvine.

"I will leave
you now, sir. You can have a few minutes to take off your things a-"

"Take off
my...?"

She laughed.

"Of
course, sir. You didn't
imagine you'd receive a massage fully clothed?"

Irvine flushed.

"Er, I guess not..."

"Don't lift
your head when the masseur enters, he's very shy." She paused at the look
on Irvine's face. "Don't worry yourself, sir. The towel will protect your
modesty, and our masseurs and masseuses are very professional." (1)

Irvine nodded and
she bowed again and left the room, laughing softly.

The sharpshooter
smiled sheepishly to the empty room and stripped down to his boxers, then
wrapped the towel around his hips and settled himself
on the table, wondering what he'd gotten himself into.

- - -

Zell came in through a back entrance to Relax
and Sea, greeting people he'd known since he�d only been able to look over
the counter by jumping upward. The owner of the place came over to him and
wrapped him in a hug, pulling his face into her ample bosom, something for
which he was never grateful when he arrived here, but with which he bore,
because she so enjoyed it.

"Hey,
Xula. How's things?"

"Just
vonderful, Zell! Vee are haffing goot
business! Especially vith your students! They all
tell us how vonderful your classes are!"

Zell beamed.

"They've only
had two," he said modestly. "And the first one didn't even really
count. We just talked about Irvine's clothes and did some stretches."

"Ah! Irvine! Vee haf seen him! Tall cowboy vith
sexy legs, yes? Yes?"

"Oh, yeah, we
seen him alright," a tall, dark man murmured.

"Fine as they
come, honey," added a sprightly little woman.

Zell rolled his eyes.

"I thought you
were supposed to be professional."

"Vee are," Xula
said. "But vee can look, yes? Go. He iz vaiting."

The little fighter
bowed respectfully to Xula and her people, then headed off along the corridor, butterflies taking him
by surprise by throwing a party behind his navel. He was nervous. It only
intensified when he slipped through a curtain to find himself presented with
one Irvine Kinneas, stretched out on his stomach with
barely anything on.

Zell swallowed. He was so beautiful.

Irvine had drifted
off into a sort of doze, brought on by the taxing lesson from Zell and the smell of the incense in the corner. When a drizzle
of warmed oil fell down the length of his spine, he barely stirred. Strong,
sure hands spread it carefully across his back, then
began to work against his shoulders.

The sharpshooter
groaned softly through his teeth. Hyne, that was
good.

The fighter felt a
touch light headed at the willing response, and the sound from the back of
Irvine's throat. He worked his fingers deeper, stroking and teasing out knots
of tension caused by the constant, repetitive pressures of the class, and it
wasn't long before a series of low, pleased sounds were escaping the
sharpshooter's lips.

When he ran his
thumbs down Irvine's spine, palms smoothing against his back, the cowboy
moaned, and it took everything Zell had not to just
lean down and kiss the curve where long neck graduated into smooth shoulder.

He stroked Irvine's
skin, and stretched the massage out as long as he could, working his hands over
areas that were already as relaxed and tension-free as they were going to get.
Irvine didn't protest, he just continued to drive Zell
crazy with a range of moans, whimpers, gasps and murmurs.

He was both pleased
and terribly disappointed when he realized there was nothing more he could do.
Pleased, because if he went on even a minute longer, he'd surely jump the poor
sharpshooter, and disappointed because he was desperate to keep touching the
same sharpshooter.

Instead, he flipped
a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and tucked it in a fold of Irvine's
vest, then slipped quietly out, letting free a breath he hadn't known he held. Hyne he was turned on... He left as quickly as he could.

- - -

Irvine stirred when
the attendant re-entered, patting his back gently.

"Sir? You have to move now, I'm afraid. We have
another student to come here."

He blinked and
slipped off the table, scratching the back of his head. He hadn't felt so
relaxed for as long as he could remember. He smiled his thanks to her and went
to pull on his clothes. A piece of paper fell from his vest, but he didn't pay
much attention, just got into his jeans and pulled his vest on, not bothering
to do it up, and headed for the door.

"Sir! You dropped this."

The attendant picked
up the slip of paper and held it out.

"Oh... I
thought that was yours..." He trailed off and opened the paper, blinking
several times as he read it.

/Irvine,
You have the
softest skin I have ever felt.
Thank you for
letting me touch you.
~ Rubedo./

Irvine dashed to
where he'd heard the masseur leave and looked up and down the corridor, but it
was deserted and he groaned. The man had been right there! Right there!
The man had touched him... and it had been so good...

The sharpshooter
closed his eyes momentarily, then thanked the attendant and left quietly.

She grinned and went
to report to Xula.

- - -

Zell fell back against his door the moment it
closed behind, letting out a huff of air and closing his eyes. He bit his lower
lip and groaned, dropping his helmet to the floor with a thud as his other hand
lifted to rub at his eyes. His breathing was quickened, and his skin tingled
where his clothes brushed against it.

He had to get out of
them.

In the short space
between the door and his bed, he'd disposed of every inch of clothing and he
flopped onto his bed completely naked and whimpering.

Hyne damn that fucking cowboy! Didn't he know what
he... how he... Hyne! Zell
rolled onto his back, flinging an arm over his eyes, and tried to ignore the
un-ignorable situation between his legs. When trying to think of something else
didn't work, he glared at it, but that didn't work either, so he groaned and
gave in, dropping his head back on the pillow as he curled his fingers around
himself.

He had such a range
of sounds to pepper his fantasizing with. He could hear Irvine moan and cry
out, and picturing him was easy. Long limbs, smooth skin, and - ah! - that hair... Unbound and flowing about him as he writhed and
arched.

Zell moaned.

Irvine...

Zell!

I-Irvine...

Zeeell!

Irvine!

"Zell!"

"Seifer?!"

"Fuck!"

Zell went red from head to toe - Seifer could vouch for that - and grabbed for the sheet,
dragging it around himself as fast as he could.

Seifer could only stare, because damned if that
hadn't been one of the single most stunningly sexy moments of his entire life.
He thought, on hindsight, he should have knocked before just punching in Zell's code and walking on in, but he was kind've glad he hadn�t... Because glistening with a fine
sheen of sweat, muscles flexing and wrapped in the throes of passion, Zell was fucking hot. He had to admit to having just stood
there a moment, watching, before he came to his senses and said Zell's name.

He cleared his
throat and pulled his burgundy jacket around himself, thinking of Rinoa naked as hard as he could.

Zell was still blushing, his tattooed cheek turned
to Seifer and his hands fisted in the sheet.

Neither of them could move.

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�(1) So, anyway, apparently, there's a male and
female word for a person who gives massages, masseur being the masculine and
masseuse being the feminine. I never knew that! Did you?
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