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Fever	By : RaceUlfson Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 753 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My deepest apologies for how long this little interlude
took, and for not responding sooner to your greatly appreciated comments. Many,
many kisses to Pixie for her assistance and to Darksquall, Iron Dog and my
beloved Acid Rain for their encouragement and support.

Misc warnings and disclaimers: yaoi smut. No profit. Not
my boys, more�s the pity.

Fever: Interlude VI

Squall paced around the suite, growling under his breath. He
felt confined by the too elegant rooms in his father�s palace, by the crushing
weight of his SeeD duties, by the eroding fear that he and Rinoa would never
fully recover from this alien fever. He wanted out, away from Esther, Garden,
everything, to be free and do� he had no idea what.

Quistis and Zell and Xu had not checked in. Nida reported
B-Garden received a garbled transmission from a Galbadian Base before Esther
locked down all communications again; he was investigating as best he could.

Meanwhile, Esther was closing down, gently guiding travelers
out of the city, making plans to raise her shields and ride out another 17 year
siege if need be. Squall needed to decide if B-Garden was going to be on the
inside or out when Laguna pushed the button.

On the one hand, the aliens wanted Irvine, the baby, and
him, and since the aliens were most likely upset with Laguna as well, it made
sense to stay in Esther. Spare the rest of the planet, keep the targets with
the best defenders.

On the other hand, these were aliens. Who knew what they
would do? Could they defeat Esther? Would they destroy the rest of the world?
Squall had responsibilities, ties, friends, in Balamb and Timber, Deling and
even the Shumite Village. He couldn�t turn his back on everyone. Could G-Garden
and T-Garden fend them off? Should he send B-Garden back and stay with Irvine?
Were the others who had the fever also targets? What if they weren�t� could he
live with never seeing them again?

He was furious with those aliens anyway. Smug bastards.
Trying to claim Irvine. Irvine was his. The baby was his. Squall
snarled and paced faster. Damn them, anyway. He�d thought � hoped � that the
aliens had some answers, that they would help. Save Rinoa. Reassure
Irvine. Explain some things. Instead, all they wanted was fresh breeding stock.

Squall bared his teeth. He would be more wary next time. He
had moved Shiva up into the near conscious portion of his mind. She took up
more memory space that way, but she was also more aware of him and his
surroundings. They were partners and the goddess wasn�t about to let anyone
enslave her favorite host. The next alien man who tried the �on your knees�
trick would have frost bite in a very unpleasant spot. Squall�s lips curled
into a dangerous, feral smile.

Irvine�s weary voice floated in from the hall. �Ok, sleep
tight, Darlin�.� Irvine made his way
into the suite, shedding hat, duster, boots and shirt in a ragged line towards
the bathroom. He moved slowly, dejected, and something tightened painfully in
Squall�s chest.

�Irvine? What did the doctor say?�

Irvine gasped and clutched his heart. �Squall! I didn�t see
you.� He detoured to the closest piece of furniture, the bed, and sat down.
�Damn near gave me heart palpitations.� He offered a faint echo of his usual
smile.

Squall stalked over. He didn�t like the fact that Irvine was
upset. He didn�t like the sharp chemical smell of the lab that lingered on
Irvine�s honey colored skin. He didn�t like the idea that a strange man had has
his hands on Irvine, either. Not at all.

Irvine�s smile faded a bit and he flopped back on the bed
and covered his eyes with his arm. �The Doctor didn�t say a damn thing. Not
that made sense, anyway.�

�Can you be more specific?� Squall growled irritably as he
unfastened Irvine�s belt and fly. He was torn between genuine concern over
Irvine and the baby and a burning need to reassert his dominion over the man.

�They couldn�t find the baby. Put me through all sorts of
hoops and contortions. No baby. Found Selphie�s.� Irvine allowed a faint,
wistful smile to form. �Textbook : healthy, perfect. That�s my little
sunflower.�

Squall tugged at Irvine�s jeans and he raised his hips
obligingly. �Kadowaki says your blood work is classic, textbook, too.� He dropped the jeans on the floor and
blinked at the lavender boxers Irvine had on underneath.

Irvine peered out from under his arm. �One doctor thought it
was psychosomatic. I got a long lecture on sympathy cravings and pains and
stuff.�

�You were showing symptoms before we knew about Selphie. And
how can you imagine something you never even thought of before?� Squall successfully divested Irvine of the
lavender shorts. �How large can the baby be, anyway? Isn�t it still a tadpole
sort of thing?� He nuzzled Irvine, drinking his sultry, salty peaches scent.

�They should have seen somethin�.� Irvine arched and
spread his legs wider.

Squall cast Scan over Irvine, who gasped as the green
bands of light slithered over his bare skin, leaving a near visible path. The
magic wasn�t painful; in fact it felt good in a cool, invasive sort of way.
Irvine�s already sensitive nipples tightened into hard knots, a side effect
that was not lost on Squall.

�I see life there, Irvine. And I�d trust Dr. Kadowaki�s
judgment over those Estherian quacks.� Squall stood between Irvine�s splayed
legs and cast a harmless, low level Cura.

Irvine moaned and flushed under the warm pink rays. �I know�
I, I do� it�s just� I�m tired, I�m bloated, I barf in front of company�I�m
scared.� He whispered the last word.

Squall leaned over Irvine, bracing himself with his hands on
either side of the cowboy�s ribs. He lapped at one of Irvine�s nipples and
Irvine writhed. He wanted to tell Irvine he was scared, too, but Squall knew
now was not the time to be honest. �Don�t be,� he said aloud, between nips and
kissed sprinkled over Irvine�s chest, belly, and throat. �I won�t leave you.
Neither will Selphie or Zell. We�re� a unit, a pack.�

�A pride,� Irvine murmured, tangling his fingers in Squall�s
chocolate silk hair. �And you are the lion.�

Or the just the alpha lioness. The thought came
unbidden to Squall and he growled, determined to banish it by possessing
Irvine. He knelt beside the bed and draped Irvine�s long legs over his
shoulders. Squall kissed along the sharp planes of Irvine's hipbones, the flat
space of his belly above his cock, that sweet smooth spot behind his balls,
reveling in Irvine�s scent and mews of pleasure. He turned his attentions to
the satiny smoothness of the insides of Irvine�s thighs.

Irvine made little breathless noises and clutched at
Squall�s shoulders. �Love the way you touch me.�

�Mine.�

�Yours, always yours.�

Squall hummed approval and gripped Irvine firmly by the
hips. He washed Irvine like a momma cat, paying particular attention � but not
enough, not nearly enough- to Irvine�s rock hard erection.

Irvine�s eyes rolled back and he flexed his hands
unconsciously on Squall�s shoulders, leaving faint scratches. Encouraged,
Squall began to swallow Irvine�s cock as he massaged his shaft with the flat of
his tongue. He made a contented, rumbly sound that made Irvine buck and gasp.

�Are you purring?�

Squall reluctantly lifted his head and allowed Irvine to
slip free. �No.� He licked all traces of saliva off Irvine�s beautiful cock.

�I don�t care what you call it� don�t stop.� Irvine
whimpered and thrust a little, wanting that sensation back. He rubbed his legs
on Squall�s back and floundered against the bed covers, rolling his hips,
desperate for contact. The tie in his hair came undone and it fanned over the
pillows, spread out by Irvine�s restless head tossing.

Taking a breather to admire the picture Irvine made, spread
out and wanting, Squall discretely cast again, this time on himself. Esuna
soothed over him, pushing back the aches and fever a bit longer.

Squall nipped over Irvine�s belly, still washboard flat and
toned. He held his willing captive down with one arm pressed against Irvine�s
hip and abdomen and worked his other hand under Irvine to tease his crack.
Irvine flailed a little, wanting to move and pump his hips, or at least press
against Squall somehow, but he was trapped. He managed a brief pout, but when
Squall took his weeping cock back into the lovely heat of his mouth, Irvine
forgot what he was sulking about. When Squall started purring and deep
throating him in earnest, Irvine damn near forgot how to breathe.

The vibrating rumble sent shivers throughout him, and Irvine
gave up trying to control the situation, trying to think, everything. He felt
formless, floating, and the only reality was Squall and the whimpers and gasps
of delight he forced out of Irvine.

Suddenly the pleasure spiked and Irvine collapsed inwards on
himself. He curled up, lifting his shoulders off the bed, and shouted Squall�s
name, taken by surprise at his release. Time started again and Irvine fell
back, gulping oxygen. Squall let Irvine go and pressed soft kisses to his
pelvis and belly. Irvine could still feel the soft flutter of Squall�s purr.

�Hyne..� Irvine smoothed Squall�s tangled bangs. He was
floating again, but this time it was languid and mellow.

Then another powerful orgasm hit Irvine like a tsunami.
Startled, Squall pulled back and watched Irvine buck his hips and come again.
And again. And again. Squall crawled up onto the bed with him and held him,
amazed, a little concerned, and very aroused. The tremors of the last climax
finally died down and Squall kissed Irvine, gently but possessively.

�What was that?�

�Munno.� Irvine snuggled, pulled Squall to him. �Do �gain
sometime.� He was already asleep.

Squall held him as he slept, and wondered if this fierce
protectiveness was love.
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