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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.
- 19
- 20
- 21
Warnings: Sex! Drugs! Lies! Video tape!
Well� maybe not. But if you�re still reading at chapter twenty, you don�t care
what I put here anyway.

Pairings: Kiros needs to get laid�

Disclaimer: I don�t own any of the FF8
characters� well, I kinda do because I have� Kiros figurine�
*snuggles it* But aside from that, I don�t. But I do own what�s mine and
believe me, with this fic, I�d know if you took it! DX So
don�t.

Author�s Notes: I realised it�s been over a
month since I last updated. -_- I�m so slack with this, aren�t I? Lucky for me
you all keep checking for updates! XD I love you all, really! And so does
Native-Zell!

NZ: *glares*

Yeah, he�s just pissed off because you all
get to see his Irvy naked too. XD

Mine.
�� ~KittyMeowMaxwell.

Chapter
Twenty � Discovered.

Zell growled under his breath, three
heartbeats, at the outside, away from killing one of the takers behind him. He
could tell by the lines of Ahshey�s body that he was
feeling much the same. They were, all of them, men who
only took women and as a result, they were all irritated and squabbling due to
the tensions built up within them.

�/Remind me,/�
Zell growled. �/Never to go on extended hunting trips
with only male takers of women again�/�

Ahshey growled his agreement right back.

They, evidently, had no such tension built
up. Of course, they both missed their taken, and the pleasure of each other�s
company couldn�t make up for that, but it was better by far than going without
entirely. It had been a long time since Zell could stand to go without entirely
for any length of time. His restraint with Irvine had been a stretch as it was.

Ah! Irvine�

Zell smirked. He had many a plan for the
elegant cowboy before the day was out. He would
writhe and sob and beg before Zell was done.

A dark hand waved before his eyes and he
blinked, turning his eyes to Ahshey, who was grinning devilishly.

�/I know what you think of, brother�/� he
said in a low, sing-song voice.

�/Aye, and tell me you do not think the
same!/� Zell retorted.

�/Can you blame
me? Such a beautiful, willing taken waits for me that I couldn�t help but
imagine what I�ll do to him now I�m home./�

�/In that case, can you blame me?/� Zell wondered.

�/No, indeed. I would make your taken whine
were I given the chance�/�

�/You never will be,/�
Zell said, chuckling. �/Only I shall ever take my
cowboy�/�

�/Likewise, you shall never take Krerah!/�

�/Keep your bird in a straight line!/� came a snap from behind them, and Zell growled. He was
about to turn on his chocobo�s back and kill someone, but they broke cover and
Ahshey made a sound of relief as the teepis came into
sight.

�/Home�/� the native sighed and Zell
grinned fiercely at him.

�/Taken!/� one of
the men behind them cried, and their birds were suddenly thundering past Ahshey
and Zell�s.

Zell grinned again and kicked Shir�nis into
a trot, licking his lips as they skirted around the edge of the camp to take
their chocobos back to the flock. Ah! How his taken must have
missed him. He was surprised, in fact, that neither Irvine or Krerah
seemed to have responded to the cry going up of their return. Perhaps they were
out gathering�

He hoped not.

When he and Ahshey had returned their
chocobos to the flock and taken their kills to the storehouse, they headed for
their teepis. They reached Ahshey�s
first and, after a quick hug, parted. Zell was making his way across camp,
fingers flexing at the mere thought of the things he was going to do to Irvine,
when Ahshey called his name, and came dashing over.

�/My taken is not there,/�
he said simply and Zell laughed.

�/You think he�s likely with mine?/�

�/I don�t doubt it!/�

They both laughed and Ahshey threw an arm
around Zell�s shoulders as they swaggered arrogantly across the camp,
broad-shouldered, well-muscled, strong-legged and exuding an almost animal
sense of sexuality. They were watched as they passed, and they knew they were watched. After all, it
was only what was due them.

Zell paused at the entrance to his teepi,
licking his lower lip and savouring the anticipation
while Ahshey rolled his eyes, arms folded and making a great show of
impatience. Finally, Zell grinned and threw open the flap, ducking inside.

�/Irvine! Your
taker- oh�/�

Ahshey stuck his head in to see what had
halted Zell�s dramatic entrance and a smirk curved his full lips.

�/My, my�/� he
purred.

�Z-Zell!� Irvine
squeaked, struggling to catch his breath, while between his legs, Krerah rested
on his elbows, head lifted to look at the pair who�d entered. At the look on Ahshey�s face, he smirked and stroked his tongue over the
tip of Irvine�s
length, making the cowboy shudder and arch, head dropping back to the furs.

�/Welcome home�/� he murmured silkily.

�/I see you�ve kept yourself busy�/� Ahshey
remarked.

�/I was only keeping your brother�s taken
from dying of tension�/� Krerah replied easily.

�/Oh, so it was entirely selfless�?/� Zell put in, a smirk tugging at his lips. To come home
to the sight of Irvine
so desperately needy was definitely a treat.

�/Well� not entirely� He does have such a pretty
mouth� I commend you, taker. His tongue is well-taught./�

Zell preened. Ahshey rolled his eyes and
shoved the other taker out of the way, walking over to
curl his fingers around Krerah�s chin and guide him
to his feet. Irvine
whimpered and Zell�s smirk grew as Ahshey wrapped a commanding hand around Krerah�s length.

�/Time to go home,/�
the taker growled and Krerah�s eyes slid shut, a
shiver running down his body.

�/Yes, my taker�/�

Ahshey grinned and scooped Krerah into his
arms, walking out of the teepi with his taken licking at his neck.

They were almost instantly gone from Zell�s
mind. He had better things to worry about�

Irvine shifted a little when Zell�s weight came atop him and a smile
curved his lips, a long-fingered hand slipping into the native�s hair. Then his
eyes opened and Zell�s stomach dropped all over again as he fell into their
perfect blue.

�/Missed you�/� Irvine whispered, then the
smile fell and his voice grew stuttery. �/I-I hope
you�re� you�re not mad. I-I wasn�t� going to� to d-do anything� It was Krerah
he said� it would be alright and I-/�

- - - - - - -

Zell cut him off with a fierce kiss, tongue
plunging deep into his mouth in a way Krerah�s never
had. He shuddered, eyes falling shut again as the native tasted all of him,
making it clear that it didn�t matter what he�d done with Krerah. Zell was his
taker, and nothing could compare to that.

�/He would never dare take you�/� Zell
murmured when he drew back from the kiss. Irvine
melted at the stroke of his taker�s fingers through his hair. �/And I would never dare expect you to remain without touch
for so long, when I can�t. But nor did I take Ahshey, or he me. Nevertheless,
it�s difficult to pay attention to anything else when all you can think about
is how much you miss your lover�/�

Irvine made an agreeable sound, and was only too glad to let Zell remove
all trace of Krerah from his body.

- - - - - - -

�Squall, would you please just go to Madam Quistis and pay some woman to let you fuck her?!�

Squall looked up from the fly he was dismembering,
blinking at Seifer.

�Wh-�

�Oh, don�t play innocent with me! You�ve
been fucking unbearable for the last three
weeks! I bet you haven�t slept with anyone since you gave Rinoa the boot. Mind you, if it were me, I would have been
in another bed as soon as possible��

Squall snorted theatrically and shook his
head, turning his attention back to the fly.

�How do you know I haven�t?�

It was Seifer�s
turn to snort as he put his feet against the edge of his desk and rocked his
chair back onto two legs, lacing his fingers together behind his blonde head.
He eyed Squall, but as usual, the Deputy�s expression remained infuriatingly
still.

�Because you�re taking apart a fly that�s
still alive, you snap at me more than usual and you actually hit Dot with the
whip yesterday.�

Squall�s clear blue eyes snapped up to the
calm green regarding him, widening slightly and Seifer was just pleased he�d
finally manage to at least crack the expressionless fa�ade.

�What?�

�Please. You don�t think she squealed like that
just from fear, do you? I checked her after you came inside. She�s got a lash
mark behind her right wing. Some feathers are even missing. You caught her a good one.�

Though it wasn�t considered at all wrong to
go about lashing chocobos to wring speed from them, Seifer knew he and his
Deputy agreed it wasn�t necessary, as it only ended up wearing out the bird
faster. Both their birds were Eli Kinneas
thoroughbreds, hatched specifically for the rough terrain the town was situated
in the middle of, and they knew if Eli didn�t make a habit of keeping the town
Sheriff and Deputy on chocobo back, they never would have had the gil or anything even near equivalent to the price of the
birds to trade. But even had they been the most inexpensive, ugly nags in creation,
neither was in the habit of actually making contact with the whip.

�Is she alright?� Squall asked.

�She�s fine. I put a little ointment on it.
I�m more worried about you. I can�t have you so volatile I have to worry about
your behaviour as well as whatever we�re trying to deal with.�

�Right, because there�s so much to deal with in this gods-forsaken town��

�See what I mean? Total bitch��

�Fuck you��

Seifer snickered.

�You know I�d love to, but you keep saying
I ain�t your type.�

Squall glared at him and opened his mouth
to speak, but there was the sound of a chocobo�s feet in the dust outside the
jail and he closed it again.

�Sheriff! Sheriff!�

The cry was hysterical enough to draw both
their eyes and they left the poor fly twitching its way to death to go and find
out what the commotion was.

- - - - - - -

Seifer crouched lower in the bushes, eyeing
the creature that was snacking on no less than four cockatrice carcasses. It was young, so it was small, for a Malbora. It was still taller than Seifer. Easily. He slowly cocked his rifle. The little bastard had
been picking off sheep and cattle for four months now, ever since the sudden
and hysterical arrival of a local farmer at the jailhouse. That day, it had
picked off his son. Since, no people had died, but no people were willing to
leave their houses unless they had to either.

No one knew why it had moved out of usual Malbora territory, but Seifer had a theory it had been
chased off. Probably the runt of a spawn. It was
likely amazing it had even survived, but Seifer had no intention of letting its
lucky streak continue. The Sheriff lifted the rifle, sighting along the barrel
and slipping his finger against the trigger in preparation to fire.

There was a cry and he twitched, looking up
in time to see three feathered arrows thunk one after
the other into the Malbora�s soft belly area. It
roared and three more went into its wide mouth, the roar morphed into a low,
keening sound, then the creature fell to the side and thrashed.

Two savages broke cover, leaping nimbly up
onto the thrashing beast to thrust two very long serrated knives each straight
through the top of its head. They held them there, freakishly sure-footed on
the spiked surface, until the Malbora lay still.

Seifer blinked and blinked again, certain
he had to be seeing things. One of the savages had typical chocolate skin and
long black hair, but the other was pale. And his hair was auburn.

They slowly released the knives, then
straightened and grinned at one another before leaping to the ground and
throwing their arms around one another, laughing and dancing.

There was no mistaking it. One of the
tattooed, feathered-haired, loin-cloth-wearing savages was none other than
Irvine Kinneas.

- - - - - - -

�/Our takers are going to kill us!/�
Krerah cried against Irvine�s
ear, laughing madly.

�/Oh, they�ll get
over it. Who says they should have all the fun? Anyway, we�re lucky the Malbora didn�t
kill us. Your draw is getting slower, my brother! One arrow
in the space of my two?! Taken living is making you soft!/�

�/It is of no use to shoot off two arrows
if neither strikes true,/� Krerah said sedately, then planted his bare foot
against the Malbora�s head, clamped both hands around
a knife handle, and strained to pull out the weapon, grunting as the serrations
pulled free with a wet sucking sound.

Irvine went to help him, and when they�d freed all four knives, they took
out sharper carving ones and began to harvest what was edible, putting it all
in oiled mesmerize-skin bags, When they were done with
the meat, Irvine
lit a torch and held it inside the massive mouth, his head and shoulders almost
disappearing. Krerah leaned in beside him, reaching right to the back of the
mouth to harvest the poison-sacks.

When they retreated with the sacks Krerah
pierced one gently and let it drip on a leaf, then resealed the hole with a
stronger form of Zell�s gel. The poison on the leaf hissed and after several
moments, it started to eat away the leaf.

�/Not fully potent�/� Krerah mused, packing
the sacks in a thick hexadragon-skin bag.

�/I�m sure someone will find some use for
it, even if it won�t kill instantly,/� Irvine replied. He turned,
intending to call Whipcrack,then
stilled, eyes going wide.

Seifer had stepped out of the bushes.

They stared at one another for what seemed
like an eternity.

�Irvine�?�
Seifer said in disbelief and Krerah whirled at the sound of his voice.

�Seifer�� Irvine said in much the same tone. Then
Krerah grabbed his arm and he twitched, looking back to the native.

�/Irvine,/� he said, obviously terrified. �/Come! He�ll kill us!/�

Irvine started to protest, but then he realised he couldn�t. It was
unlikely Seifer would kill him, but
the sheriff likely thought he was being held captive and wouldn�t hesitate to
shoot Krerah. They both turned and ran, whistling for their chocobos.

Whipcrack and Cedarii
(1) drew up alongside their masters, keeping pace with them easily, and they
offered their wings. The men easily vaulted onto the backs of their birds,
bending low over their necks and letting them have their heads. The chocobos
sped off through the trees.

- - - - - - -

Seifer stared at the place they�d
disappeared from almost too long before he ran to where Knightly was tethered,
untied him and leapt into the saddle, kicking the bird into a run almost in the
same movement. Knightly soon found the other chocobos� scent and followed it at
a flat-out run.

- - - - - - -

(1) I had the crappiest name for Krerah�s chocobo in the handwritten version of this that
I�d been working on, and I was typing it up at nearly one in the morning. I
spoke to Misty and said �I need a name for a chocobo�� she replies with �Obocohc.� Who knew that �chocobo� backward was
�oboe-cock��? *giggles madly*

- - - - - - -

Author�s Notes: Ack!
What�s going to happen?! O.o o.O
Well, I have a bit more hand-written, but it�s getting close to where I don�t
have anything! �I really better start writing some
more of this� ^^� Anyway! If I don�t update again before, have a great
Christmas! I�ll try to do a one-shot for Christmas, but I�m working on some
actual Christmas present ficcies for people, so
they�re the highest priority. Anyway! I say again, hope you have a great
Christmas, and that Santa brings you everything you ask for! If you feel like
giving me gifts, just e-mail me and
I�ll send you my details. ;) Be safe! Don�t drink and drive! Make sure you have
plenty of rest before traveling, especially if you�re driving yourself! *waves*
Baibai!
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