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Mine.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 923 -:- 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.
- 17
- 18
- 19
Warnings: Seriously, if you�re still
reading, you don�t care anyway.

Pairings: Yeah, you know.

Disclaimer: Don�t own it, only the plot and
personalities of creatures and all the natives except Zell and Kiros.

Author�s Notes: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
RP is fun.

Mine.
�� ~KittyMeowMaxwell.

Chapter Eighteen: Pierced.

As Seifer had predicted, things did indeed
get more interesting.

He and Squall would sit in the salon for
hours watching men go back and forth from the �seamstresses�, with some bit of
clothing that supposedly had suffered a tear or hole. They would come out again
some time later, looking very satisfied and with a �repaired� piece of
clothing.

Yet, no matter what time they barged into
the place, be it five minutes or an hour or three hours after a man had
entered, they would always find the women sewing away, and the man waiting
patiently for his �repair�. They simply couldn�t fathom it. Even if Madam Quistis and her girls could see them coming (and they had
used various techniques to avoid that
happening) how on earth could they get a man off a woman and looking
respectable again in only a few seconds?

Squall had even starting taking his darning
to them, much to Rinoa�s displeasure. His calm
assertion one evening in the saloon after one too many ales
that their stitching was finer and stronger than hers had actually earned him a
slap.

This particular night, the Madam had left
her girls to their work, whatever that might be, and come across to the saloon
for a drink. Her low-cut bodice and high-cut boots instantly leant an air of
tension to the room, as each man tried to catch her eye. She ignored them all,
and went to sit with Seifer and Squall. She seemed oblivious � or impervious �
to the evil stares she was receiving from Rinoa. In
fact, she leaned forward and laid a hand on Squall�s thigh.

�Now, boys,� she started without preamble,
while Squall stared at her hand and Seifer tried not to asphyxiate due to
held-in laughter. �I know and you know I�m providing a valuable service to this
town. Furthermore, we all know you�re never going to catch me at it.
Nevertheless, your frequent interruptions are becoming an irritation I don�t
want to have to deal with. Surely� surely
there�s something we can work out�?�

Her hand slid deeper between Squall�s legs
and moved upward, at which he firmly took hold of her wrist and removed the
hand, arching a brow.

�Believe me,� he said lowly. �When I tell you neither of us is at all interested.�

�Oh�� she said, a smirk curving her bright
red lips. �I know he isn�t�� And she
nodded in Seifer�s direction, obliterating the
Sheriff�s hilarity.

She knew.

They exchanged a glance, then
their eyes turned back to the Madam, who was sitting back now, sipping her
drink and watching them knowingly. Her eyes flickered between them, then away
to the men who sat around talking and laughing uproariously. She made herself
easy to read, at least for them. Who
shall I tell first�?

�Bitch!� Seifer hissed.

She chuckled.

�Just protecting my livelihood, boys. I�ve
got seven mouths to feed, including my own. No more rolling up unannounced��
she trailed off and smirked, watching them over the rims of her glasses. �Unless it�s for our unique services.�

Seifer curled his lip and Squall glared at
her, but she only smiled sweetly and ordered another drink.

�Ma�am, you ain�t
paid for the first�n,� the bartender said
uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot.

�That�s alright,� she said with a smile.
�It�s on the Sheriff.�

The man looked to Seifer who reluctantly
nodded.

�Interesting�� Squall said with a sarcastic
twist and a roll of his eyes. �Interesting,
he says��

Seifer just glared at him.

- - - - - - -

�/No./�

�/I don�t recall giving you a choice in
this matter./�

�/And I don�t
care. I�m not doing it./�

�/You are my
taken-/�

�/And as such shall do as you say, I know! But
not this time, Zell. Not this time!/�

Zell was completely dumbstruck by his taken�s pure audacity. Not only was he refusing to do as he
was told, but he had even gone so far as cut Zell off in the middle of a
sentence. He could only stare at the auburn haired man, whose arms were folded
across his slender chest and whose face was set.

He didn�t even have the courtesy to look uncomfortable with his disobedience.

In the last couple of weeks since Irvine had taken
possession of his new whip, Zell had found his cowboy less and less inclined to
disobey. He was becoming more used to his place and, in fact, the native was
fairly certain he was enjoying it, was glad to be a taken.

This was the first time in quite a while
the cowboy had even looked like
disobeying. Zell was infinitely glad no one was around to see it.

�Irvine-�
he said through his teeth, but his taken again
cut him off.

�Zell,� he replied in the same tone. �/I
said no. You are not putting holes in me just because you think it�ll look good./�

�/I know
it will look good,/� Zell clarified, taking a menacing
step towards Irvine,
who didn�t even flinch.
�/Furthermore, I know you will do
what I tell you./�

�/We will see about that,/�
Irvine growled,
and he walked out.

Zell stared as the teepi flap fell back
into place, actually rubbing his eyes, because he was sure he was seeing
things. Sure enough, Irvine
had walked out on him. He snarled snatched up an arrow yet to be fletched,
breaking it in two and throwing the pieces against the tanned wall. Jirrah woke
up with a gurgled cry, then settled again when he realised he wasn�t in danger.

How dare he? How dare he?!

It was almost enough to drive a man to hit
his taken, something Zell prided himself on never, ever doing. Nor was he about
to start now. Although, wringing that pretty neck was, at present, a
particularly tempting thought�

But to go after Irvine would be to loose even more face. The
way he was behaving, the native didn�t doubt his taken would continue to argue
with him, even in front of everyone else. That was something he would not tolerate. For the moment, he had to
admit defeat and let it be until he had Irvine
alone again, much as it irritated him to let the redhead win the argument �
even if it was only for a short time.

- - - - - - -

�/And you� said no�?/�

�/Damn right I
said no! Who does he think he is,
going around telling me to, like, put holes in myself?!/�

�/He� is your taker�/�

�/Krerah� that wasn�t a question I wanted
an answer for. It�s called a /rhetorical/ question. And anyway, would you let Ahshey poke holes in you on a
whim?/�

�/I would let Ahshey do anything he desires,/� Krerah replied instantly, looking at Irvine as though he were stupid for not
knowing that. �/He knows best./�

The cowboy stared at his friend, who
blinked back at him in total disbelief. Clearly, Krerah was not lying. He would let Ahshey do whatever he wanted. Irvine knew they�d had
this discussion before, and that all the taken believed it their place to do
what they were told, when they were told. More to the point, he knew he�d been
just as pliable in recent times, and perfectly happy with it. But to go so far as to agree to bodily
mutilation? No. He wouldn�t do it.

�/About everything?/�
the cowboy wondered.

�/Yes. Everything./�
Krerah said, then reached for Irvine�s
hand. �/Irvine�
Zell would never do anything that he didn�t think would be good for you. He loves you./�

�/Some way he�s
got of showing it�/� Irvine
muttered and he took his hand back and stood, having expected Krerah to take
his side. On hindsight, he realised, he should never have expected that.

- - - - - - -

Later that evening, as the camp was
settling down to its meal, Zell touched his elbow. He glanced at the native,
arching a brow in question.

�/I want you to come back to the teepi for
dinner. I have made something for you, and I would be alone with you to� apologise� for today�/� The word �apologise�
seemed almost to hurt his taker and Irvine
couldn�t help a mental laugh at that. He was surprised, but pleased that the
native seemed to have realised why he was upset.

He nodded slightly and stood, taking Zell�s
offered hand and letting the native lead him back to the teepi. Zell held the
flap open for him and he ducked inside to a warm fire and two clay plates laden
with fish and various vegetables. He licked his lips and sat, smiling at his
lover when he was passed one of the plates. Jirrah settled against his side and
he absently stroked the Gayla.

�/Thank you�/� he
said softly as they ate, aware of the intensity in Zell�s gaze. �/I� I�m sorry
I argued with you too� I just� I� I�/� He put a hand to his forehead, feeling
suddenly light-headed and fuzzy. He shook his head a little in an effort to
clear it, but the fog only thickened. �/What�? Zell� you� didn�t!/�

The last thing he saw before he fell into a
deep sleep was Zell�s smug, triumphant smile.

- - - - - -

It was, too, the first thing he saw when he
woke again. He tried to speak, but found his mouth almost painfully dry. Zell
offered him water and he sat up to take a drink.

�/Not too much,/�
Zell warned, taking the water away to prevent him over-drinking. �/You have
been sleeping for a whole night and day./�

�/What�?/� Irvine�s voice didn�t
sound like his own and he had to clear his throat and try again. �/What
happened?/�

Zell just looked at him and it slowly began
to filter back in.

�/You� you drugged me!/�

�/You would not listen to me,/� Zell said calmly.

�/So you� How
could you?!/�

Zell only smiled and ran his eyes down to Irvine�s chest. Irvine looked down as
well. A gold hoop now adorned each nipple, and from the left one, a soft
chocobo-down feather hung. When Irvine
looked back up, eyes wide, Zell presented him with a mirror, showing him the new
piercings.

�/They suit you,/�
the native said with a growl in his voice that Irvine knew very well by now. Irvine blinked,
lips parted a little, and stared at his reflection. They did look good, Zell wasn�t lying, but that didn�t change the fact
that his lover had drugged him and
taken the liberty of putting holes in his
body without his permission!

He glared at the native, stood, and left
the teepi.

Ahshey and Krerah were not exactly happy to
see him, since when he arrived, the former had his fingers inside the latter,
who was panting and whimpering. The taker arched both his brows and gave Irvine a scorching look.

�/Do you make a habit of bursting in at
such an hour as this?/� he asked in a low growl.

�I-Irvine�?� Krerah whispered, but fell
silent, gripping at the furs when Ahshey �shh�d� him.

�/Remove yourself from my teepi this
instant and return to Zell�s, lest I throw you over my shoulder and carry you there, taken./�

�/But, I-/

�/Maybe your taker lets you get away with
arguing � though, judging by your enforced sleep and your new adornments I may
be mistaken � but I will not stand for you interrupting or talking back to me./�

�/But, Ahshey, I just want-/�

�/Nor will you
address me by my name when I am telling you to do something and you are not doing it! Go! Leave us!/�

�/I can�t go back, Ahsh-
taker. Please, let me stay./�

Krerah made a growling sort of sound in the
back of his throat, only to be shushed again.

�/Much as my taken would likely enjoy that,
I will not let you stay. Go, taken, now./�

When Irvine
only stood there, averting his eyes from them, but refusing to leave, Ahshey
showed his teeth and, much to Krerah�s vocal
displeasure, he took his hand away and stood.

�/Ahshey, please� please don�t� stop�/�
Krerah begged, squirming on the furs.

�/I must, my love, and you know this. I
won�t be long. Your need for me will only grow while I am gone,/� Ahshey said as he tied on his loincloth, eyes cold as he
watched Irvine.

Krerah said no more, but his breathing was
harsh in their ears. Irvine
grit his teeth and started to speak.

�/I�m sorry, Krerah, I-/�

�/Silence, taken!/�
Ahshey growled and, true to his word, before Irvine could react, he had wrapped his arms
around the cowboy�s waist and thrown him over his shoulder.

�/No! I�ll go! I�ll go!/� Irvine
cried, trying to wriggle free of the hold that had him eye-to-cheek with Ahshey�s behind.

�/I said silence!/� the native snapped and Irvine was further
mortified by the ringing slap delivered to his own behind by a dark hand.
Suffice it to say, he fell silent, and bore with the indignity of being carried
across the camp.

- - - - - - -

�/I believe this is yours,/� Ahshey growled, dumping Irvine at his taker�s
feet. �/And I would thank you not to let it interrupt me while I�m taking mine!/�

�/He didn�t�/� Zell said, highly
embarrassed his taken would do such a thing.

�/He did.
And, what�s more, when told to leave, he didn�t. I have left my taken
half-ready and sobbing with need of me because I had to return yours to you.
Perhaps you ought to fashion him a tether!/�

With that, Ahshey turned on his heel and
left.

�/Stay here,/�
Zell growled at Irvine,
who remained where he had been deposited, blushing hotly. �/Do not move./�

He went after Ahshey.

�/Brother, I�m sorry, I-/�

Ahshey turned, gesturing violently at Zell.

�/You will be sorry if your taken continues
this ridiculous behaviour. I�ll put up with much from him because he is beautiful and he does love you, but to remain standing in my teepi when I told him repeatedly to leave� this is
inexcusable! He forced me to leave Krerah in agony, to leave him on the brink of my entering him. No taken
should be left thus! You know this to be true, and I expect you to make sure
your taken knows this to be true. You are my brother and his misbehaviour doesn�t only
reflect badly on you, Zell. You know what it means, what it does to the family.
If he ever disobeys me like that
again, he will get more than the smack I gave him�/�

Zell�s eyes narrowed.

�/You struck him?/�
he hissed.

�/No�/� Ahshey purred, a smirk breaking
through his scowl to curve his lips. �/I spanked
him�/� He licked his upper-lip, the smirk growing, and turned, striding off
into the night before Zell could think of anything to say to that.

He returned to the teepi to find Irvine examining his piercings in the mirror, Jirrah curling around and around
the cowboy�s legs. The native stood in silence, arms folded, until his taken
turned, giving a short gasp when he saw Zell.

�/You have greatly embarrassed me, taken,/� Zell said, using the title with an air of command
instead of as an endearment. �/What have you to say for yourself?/�

Irvine looked at him for a long moment, then turned away and went to the
furs, laying down.

�/I�m going to sleep,/�

�/You are doing no such thing,/� Zell retorted, shooing Jirrah out, then also going to
the furs with a grim determination. �/You are learning a most important lesson./�

He used his greater strength to turn Irvine onto his back,
dragging his tongue from navel to chest over and over again until the cowboy
finally began to react, body undulating in response to the hot, wet stroking.
Oh, yes. Zell knew how to manipulate his taken�s
body�

Irvine gave a soft cry when Zell�s attentions finally turned to his
nipples, and he was soon thanking the native every way he could think of that
they�d been forced upon him. Zell paused to give his taken an �I-told-you-so�
lecture, but soon went back to his work, licking and sucking at the cowboy�s
nipples, though he was careful to avoid the feather. That was not something he
particularly wanted in his mouth�

He took an age, bringing Irvine to a state of begging and whimpering,
and just when the cowboy insisted he was going to burst, he finally gave him
what he wanted, pressing a slick finger within him. A second followed, until Irvine was trembling with
need, twisting his hands in the furs.

Zell blinked slowly and removed his
fingers, then moved away from his panting, glistening taken. He hated to do so,
his own need for Irvine a burning, molten thing
writhing in his belly, but Irvine
would understand what he had done to Krerah this night in the most basic of
ways � by experiencing it himself.

�/Please�/� he
whimpered, slitting his eyes open to look at Zell. �/Please, Zell� I� need�/�

�/Does it hurt, Irvine�?/� Zell wondered gently, knowing full
well it did, because he felt it too, and was further embarrassed by what his
taken had done to Ahshey and Krerah.

�/Yes� yes!
It hurts� ple-ease�/�

�/Do you see, now,
what you did to Krerah, in refusing to leave when you were told to? Never
should you disobey any taker, unless what he or she is asking goes against what
you know my wishes to be. Do you understand?/�

�/Yes� I under� understand� please, Zell,
please�/� His hand wandered across his own skin and Zell growled, gratified
when Irvine
whimpered, but laid the hand flat against his hip.

�/Remember this,
for I will remind you of it when you are not so desperate with need of me�/�

Irvine nodded mutely and Zell was only too glad to roll atop him and enter
him, to a pleased cry from his taken and an equally pleased groan from himself.

Later, they lay curled together and Irvine was the first to
break the silence, his voice soft and contrite.

�/I� I�m sorry� that I argued with you�
that� I embarrassed you� in front of Ahshey� I swear� it won�t happen again. It
won�t�/�

�/It had best not,/�
Zell muttered, remembering Ahshey�s words, and
knowing them for the truth they were. �/I have risked more than you know to
bring you here, and I cannot afford for you to indulge in such ridiculous behaviours./�

�/I-I know�/�

He didn�t
know, but that he thought he did was enough for Zell. The native stroked his
fingers through Irvine�s
hair, smiling when his taken sighed and melted in that irresistible way against
him at the touch.

�/I love you./�

�/Mmm� I love
you, too�/� Irvine
yawned, eyes flickering shut. �/And you� you were
right� they look� really� good�/�

Zell smirked, knowing full well what Irvine was referring to,
and gratified by the cowboy�s realisation. However,
that the redhead could ever have thought his taker wouldn�t be right displeased Zell greatly.

�/I,/� he said
firmly. �/am always right�/�

Irvine gave a tired smile and nodded.

�/Mmm�
you always are�/�

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Author�s Notes: Kitty has finished Uni foreva! Yayayayayayayayayaaaaaaaay! And in other news � I freaking
love Ahshey. Go those seme-semes! XD
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