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Tension (v2.0)	By : xreverie Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 02

We're playing Matchmaker

Stricken with panic, Seifer quickly covered Irvine's mouth with a leather gloved hand.

     "Shut up." He uttered the warning between clenched teeth, jade green eyes serious.

Making sure that he made his point, he pinned the cowboy with another stern look before he gently pried his hand away from the other man's mouth.

Irvine licked his lips gingerly, "Mmm, leather."

Choosing to ignore the cowboy's innuendo lest he strangle the bastard, Seifer cocked his head slightly to the side, "Let's go somewhere more... Private."

Seifer broke eye contanct as he spun on his heel impatiently walking away, his stride long, leaving Irvine no choice but to follow.
Stepping into Seifer's dorm, Irvine let out a low whistle.

Who knew that Seifer Alamsy was the type to be this tidy.

Feeling the need to defend himself, Seifer muttered, "Couldn't help it, I couldn't sleep..."

the blonde looked away, "Had to do something--- But never mind that, " He cut himself off, shaking his head in a dismissive gesture, "Am I that obvious?"

Duh.

"I wouldn't say you were obvious," Irvine said gently, "I just put two and two together."

At his friend's blank expression the redhead deemed to explain further, "I mean, you never stay in the same room with the guy for more than a few seconds," he counted off his fingers, "and when you do you glare at him, when someone even mentions his name you freak out and tense up---" he threw his hands up, "I mean seriously I just had to look at you closely to be sure man! It doesn't exactly take a fuckin' genius..."

"Shit..." the blonde hung his head, his large body sagging against the wall behind him before snapping up to look at Irvine with wide green eyes, "You don't think---"

Irvine waved his hand dismissively, "Squall? Nah, his mind is way too occupied to notice anything now a days."

Seifer sighed in relief, though the worry was still etched into his features.

"How long?" Irvine asked quietly.

Raising his gaze with eyes that held a certain seriousness, Seifer Almasy spoke as if his heart was splintering, "Since I came back."

It was probably the first time the guy had spoken the words outloud.

Seifer could remember his first day back at Balamb.

He was sitting in Squall's office, rubbing his hands together in efforts to stop their shaking. He was so damned nervous; unsure on how everything was going to turn out.

"Almasy, relax." a gloved hand rested onto his shoulder, the darkness of the leather in shocking contrast against the soft color of his ivory turtleneck.

The sweater was thick, making him wonder briefly if he was actually imagining the heat radiating from that gloved hand, seeping into his skin.

He decided the feeling was comforting.

"I screwed up so bad, man..." Seifer was saying, his voice wavering, filled with so much tredipation and uncertainty.

Sefier felt Squall's slender, but strong fingers squeeze his shoulder gently, soothingly, "Stop."

Just one word.

There was something in his voice that made Seifer look up at him.

He wasn't sure if it was the lighting in the office or whatever, but Squall seemed to... Glow.

He watched in pure, unadulterated awe as Squall's plump, perfect lips curved into a slow, shy smile, "You'll be fine. Just be you."

Dear Hyne did a smile change the brunette's face into something else... Something breathtaking.

The small tilt of his head, his usually icy gaze softening to what looked like.. Compassion?

Seifer felt desire shoot down deep below his belly, becoming very aware of the heat source radiating from the core of him. The blonde bit down viciously on the inside of his to keep from bolting from his chair.

Squall was still speaking, the deep baritone of his voice barely audible under the roaring of blood in his ears.

"That bad huh?"

"Hm?" Seifer looked to Irvine with a half-lidded gaze,"What?"

The redhead's shoulders shook slightly with light laughter, "I know a lusty gaze when I see one, Almasy." Leaning forward, his hands sliding into the front pockets of his jeans,"Thinking about Squally Boy huh?"

Twin blonde brows furrowed slightly, deepening the dark red scar that marred the skin between them, "I don't get it, Kinneas." he breathed, running his hands through his hair furiously, "It's only when I think of him I get that way."

"You sure? Have you ever thought about any other man that way?"

The question seemed to take Seifer by surprise, "I'm not sure... I- I don't think so. This is all very confusing. Fuck! I don't know, I've been too busy trying not to think of him that way."

Irvine crossed his arms over his chest, "Hm... Really."

A few seconds of silence fell heavy in the room.

"Why don't you and I conduct a bit of an experiment, yeah?"

Oh fuck. He's going cowboy on me.

The blonde shook his head, his jaw tense as he glared, "Don't need to prove anything to you, Kinneas. And besides, won't little Chicken Wuss be pissed?"

As soon as the comment left his lips the air was forced out of his lungs as his back slammed the sturdy wall of his dorm. Seifer tried to push forward, but found his movement hindered as Irvine used his own body to stop his movements, effectively pinning him against the wall.

"What the fuck, asshole!" Seifer bellowed, eyes flashing, teeth bared.

Irvine's smiling face loomed in front of his, "Chill out, Almasy. It's only an experiment."

"An experiment? Fucking asshole, there better not be any hynedamned probing, otherwise I'll lop of all of Zell's favorite dangly bits." the blonde growled.

The Cowboy perked up his smile boyish, but he looked like he was trying not to roll his eyed, "Holy Shiva, you're so dramatic. The experiment is simple."

"Simple." Seifer repeated.

"Very. I kiss you."

Seifer felt his jaw drop as he stared at the redhead, stunned that the man spoke about it like he was reciting a damned grocery list.

Milk.

Cheese.

Stick your tongue in Seifer's mouth.

The blonde was stricken with panic and begin to struggle in earnest, "What?! How the hell is that going to answer anything?"

"Well considering you don't have much answers yourself right now... I see this as a step in the right direction."

"How is doing this going in 'the right direction'?!"

"You obviously want him, so why not explore male desires a bit more?"

"Why do I gotta kiss you?"

"Because I'm good at it."

Well what do you say to that?
At the slight brush of the other's lips against his, Seifer reared back suddenly, slamming the back of his head against the door.

Judging from the green fire burning in his gaze the blow didn't faze him.

"Holy Shiva! Relax, you idiot and just feel." Irvine admonished, tsking under his breath as he reached up to slip his hands into Seifer's golden mane, partially feeling to see if the idiot gave himself a concussion another to see what it felt like.

I should ask him what conditioner he uses. Irvine filed that thought away for a rainy day.

Exhaling sharply, the blonde pinned Kinneas one last rueful look before closing his eyes, "Fine."

Seifer forced a calm look onto his face.

Irvine thought the man looked like he was waiting for his death sentence.
Supressing his laughter, Irvine gently pressed his lips against the tall blonde's gently, trying to ease the other into it by sinking his hands more fully into the velvety smooth tresses.

Irvine drank in Seifer's muted sigh as he deepened the kiss, his head tilting naturally.

After a few more sweet moments of soft nips and gentle licks, they pulled away.

"Better than I thought." Seifer admitted begrudingly.

His expression was akin to a petulant child.

"It's a gift, what can I say?" Irvine commented, pressing his lips together to keep from laughing.

With a roll of his eyes Seifer sighed impatiently, "Please tell me that there was a point to this?"

"Of course, of course. That was just the first part."

"Mmhm... And?"

"How did it make you feel?"

"Besides violated by a perverted cowboy?"

This time it was Irvine's turn to give the blonde a pointed stare.

"Fine." Seifer sighed before he bit down on his lower lip thoughtfully, "It wasn't as weird as I thought it was gonna be... It was actually kinda nice."

Psh, nice... that hurts the ego a bit.

Irvine nodded, "Okay now for the second part, this is vital and you need to do exactly what I say, okay?"

"Not taking my pants off."

"No no no, nothing like that, just trust me okay?"

Looking reluctant, the tall blonde finally conceded, with a tight, terse nod.

The redhead smiled brightly,"Okay, close your eyes."

Seifer glared distrustfully.

He rolled his eyes, "Do it."

Emerald eyes disappeared slowly behind thick lashes.

"Now imagine Squall naked--"

Those same eyes snapped open in panic, "Whoa whoa whoa, fuck no! I'm not comfor----"

"Do you or do you not want my help?" The redhead cut off viciously.

Seifer hung his head pitifully, "yes.."

"Then close your fucking eyes and imagine him naked!"

Hyne this is so uncomfortable. Seifer swallowed awkwardly and closed his eyes again.

Darkness.

All he saw was darkness... How was he supposed to imagine the man naked if he didn't know how to begin?

"Imagine him sprawled casually across your bed, his gray eyes inviting, half- lidded and glittering. He' s excited. You can tell he is by the way he's breathing." Irvine's deep, silky voice penetrated his mind, painting pictures in his imagination.

"His pouty, pink lips parted slightly, shiny because he just ran his tongue over them."

He could see it, he could see him.

His sinewy arms supported him as he sat up onto his elbows, his gorgeous chocolate locks falling away from his angelic face, exposing the twin scar that Seifer knew all to well.

His skin looked like fresh cream, fairly glowing with vigor and arousal.

"Seifer..." Squall said breathlessly, sitting up completely, his arms outstreched.

Reaching for him.

Seifer's breathing was shallow and coming in a bit quicker. His well muscled chest rising and falling in rapid succession.

'Least I know he sees somethin'.

The redhead stepped toward Seifer slowly, sliding his hands over the other's man's chest, feeling every sinew and bulge of muscle.

Holy Shiva, he's... solid.

Encircling his arms around his neck, Irvine whispered, "Kiss me."

Feeling the blonde's strong arms encircle his waist and squeeze, hands roaming over the expanse of his back, ducking under the hem of his cotton shirt.

Seifer groaned at the feel of skin, he bent his head down capturing the other's mouth swallowing a surprised gasp. Swiftly reversing their positions, the blonde pinned the shorter man against the door, grounding his hips in a small, sensual motion.

A low moan rose from Irvine's lips at the friction.

Seifer's hands slipped down his sides grasping the other's thighs firmly, effortlessly lifting Irvine up leaving the redhead no choice but to wrap his long legs around his narrow hips.

W-whoa!

     The blonde was rocking his hips into Irvine's rhythmically, circling, grinding enough to make his head spin. His mouth, dear Hyne his mouth was busy, his tongue was rubbing against his slowly, thoroughly, magnificently.

Irvine pulled away quickly, "Okay, Almasy. I've gathered all the data I need."

Seifer looked confused for a moment, then opened his eyes. Realization hit and he almost dropped him, "Shit!"

Indignant, Irvine snapped, "Fuck you, man! Don't gotta look at me like that! You're no fuckin' picnic either, asshole!"

Immediately concreite Seifer sought to explain, "No, it's not that.. it's just-- Shit! I'm so embarrassed."

Violet eyes flashed, "That's even worse!"

"No- wait! I mean, that is.."

The redhead sighed, "I'm not Squall. I get it."

"If he finds out, I'll fucking rip your balls off and feed it to you."

"I get that too."

In another wing of Balamb Garden...

Irvine stepped into his dorm only to find his lover sitting on his bed, shirtless, and in the process of taking off his shoes.

"Hey! How did it go? He didn't hit you or nothing did he? I swear if he did I'll rip his dick off and shove it up his ass! "Zell boasted, crystalline blue eyes shimmering with mischief.

Well wouldn't that be a painfully pretty picture... stress on the 'painful'.

"Now Sugar, he didn't do anything terrible." crossing his arms, Irvine leaned against the door frame watching his man, expression warm.

Zell blinked a bit at his boyfriend's implication before realization dawned, and his confused face was replaced with an amused one, "Kissed ya, didn't he?"

"He's got a thing for Squall."

The young fighter dropped his shoe, his jaw falling open in awe, "No. Fucking. Way."

"It's true."

"Oh! I've got to tell Selphie about this! She's gonna flip her shit!" Zell was already reaching for his communicator when Irvine began to shake his head.

"No can do, baby. I was sworn to secrecy from the Big Blonde Bombshell waiting to explode."

And I like my nuts intact, thanks.

"But you told me."

Smiling sweetly, he walked toward the bed and gathered his lover into his arms.

"Sweetheart," Irvine spoke gently, tracing the tattoo on the side of his face with his thumb, "I could never keep anything from you. Don't tell a soul, yeah?"

"Got it." Zell nodded in agreement before coyly slipping his arms around his neck, "I've missed you Cowboy."

Grinning impishly at the old nickname, Irvine licked his lips as he started hungrily at the beautiful creature in his arms, "Prove it."
After a couple hours the couple lay panting, their bodies glistening with a thin layer of sweat, limbs tangled with Zell's head resting comfortably on Irvine's shoulder.

"What are we going to do about Squall and Seifer?"

"We're playing matchmaker." Violet eyes twinkled mischievously as he began to pull out of him and push back in, searching for that certain spot.

Zell arched his back, a low moan rising from his throat, "Mm, again? You're not tired of wanting me yet?"

Rising on top of him, Irvine pushed deeper inside, "Ugn... Never."

Back in Seifer's dorm..

Seifer paced anxiously, his ice blonde hair still damp from taking a shower in hopes of making him relax.

He just wasn't that lucky.

What am I going to do? I can't be like this forever! At this rate it'll kill me for sure.

He wanted to rip his hair out, when did he get so hung up on Puberty Boy?

Seifer shook his head. What was the point of lying to himself? He knew exactly when his feelings began: Since the War ended.

   Squall had come out of nowhere in search of him. When Seifer had questioned his reasons for finding him, he brunette had admitted that Rinoa wanted him to come back and wouldn't stop hounding Squall until he did.

Seifer couldn't quite pinpoint why he felt disappointed then.

When he didn't agree to come back immediately, the two spent more and more time together (mostly because Squall was trying to coax the blonde into coming back to Garden.), Seifer began to notice certain things about the brunette that he didn't before:

Like the certain way his hair fell across his face, or that his scar deepened to a darker red when he got upset... The way his stormy eyes glittered brilliantly when he knew he made a sound point, the sweet curve of his lips when he grinned once he got Seifer stuck in a corner.

So the Ex-Knight agreed.

And what did it get him?

Countless nights with a boner that wouldn't go away and whirlwind days of blind-less rage due to frustration.

He needed to talk to him, get this shit off his chest, make things go back to normal.

He needed to talk to him now.

Seifer strode over to his door, but stopped in the act of pushing the button to open the door. Clenching his teeth, he turned on his heel and walked straight to bed.

He couldn't see the Commander now... First of all, it was three in the morning, secondly he was half-naked.

Flopping face first onto his bed, he groaned to himself pitifully.

I'll talk to him first thing tomorrow.

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Tension (v2.0)

CHAPTER 02

We're playing Matchmaker

In another wing of Balamb Garden...

Back in Seifer's dorm..

Tension (v2.0)

CHAPTER 02We're playing Matchmaker

In another wing of Balamb Garden...

Back in Seifer's dorm..

CHAPTER 02

We're playing Matchmaker