This is my Rifle, This is my Gun [complete]

A little longer than the last two chapters, because... well, because. Nyah.







This is my Rifle, This is my Gun



Part Three









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Knuckles on wood, again. Sharp and quick—only one person knocked like that.



Irvine sat up slowly, eyelids hooded and movements unsteady. He dragged his feet across the floor and opened his door halfway, staring at Squall without any amusement whatsoever. “What.”



“Rinoa asked that I speak with you,” Squall said, also lacking any mirth. He looked like he wanted to be there as much as he wanted hepatitis.



Irvine stared at Squall for several long seconds before stepping back and shaking his head. “Whatever. Come in,” he muttered, opening the door all the way. Squall entered the room and took a seat on the edge of the sniper’s desk as the door was closed. Irvine dropped his weight face-first on his bed, closing his eyes. “So. Talk.”



Silence.



One of Irvine’s eyes opened and he looked at Squall, who was giving the window a frustrated glare. “Or don’t talk, I don’t care. You can tell Rinoa we had a real heart-to-heart, man-to-man shit. I won’t tell her different and she’ll leave you alone about it.”



Squall turned and looked at him dead-on, eyebrows raised slightly. “I’ve never heard you talk like that, Irvine.”



“I’m a tad annoyed, and a tad drunk,” he replied matter-of-factly. “And also very relieved to be rid of Selphie. So, there isn’t much to talk about. Unless you’d like to give me fashion tips, Squall. We can braid each other’s hair.”



Squall coughed, but there was the smallest of smirks on his lips at the remark. “I’ll pass.”



Silence filled the room once more, and Irvine rolled onto his back, lacing his fingers behind his head. “You’re poor company. Talk, which I know you won’t, drink, or get out. Do something, for fuck’s sake.”



To Irvine’s surprise, Squall reached out, took the half-empty bottle off the nightstand and downed a mouthful without wincing. “I didn’t know you drank,” the sniper muttered.



“I don’t, normally. I’m trying to be a friend.”



“You’re nine swigs short of that,” the sniper laughed.



Again, the bottle went to Squall’s lips, and this time he took three heavy draughts. Irvine sat up, amused. “You don’t have to do that, I was just being an asshole…”



Squall shook his head and tipped the bottle back again. “There aren’t many people I consider friends, and if this is what it takes, I’m fine with it.” Irvine watched the brunette drink another good portion before putting the bottle on the desk, three-quarters empty. “So why’d it end?”



A shrug. “I can’t tell you for sure, but if I had to guess, I’d say she ran into Zell before coming to see me.”



Squall said nothing, listening with his ever-serious face and steady steel gaze.



The sniper sighed, running his hands through his unruly mane of auburn. It still wasn’t brushed out after the dock incident. “But that doesn’t make sense to you. This probably will; I’ve been seeing Selphie for almost a year now, and three months in I wasn’t interested any more but didn’t care to do anything about it. These last three months or so, I started to dislike the relationship, until it got to this week and today, when I hated it, and couldn’t stand her. Kissing her and touching her made me want to retch.”



Squall reached for the bottle and took another draught, though his gaze didn’t leave Irvine.



“And so when she left today, I went to the training center to cool off and think things through, but it didn’t help much. Then Zell comes along and suggests we go on the dock, and of course the dock breaks. We came back here to dry our clothes, and he kissed me.”



Squall didn’t seem overly shocked, but he did pause mid-swallow and rest the edge of the bottle on his thigh.



“It felt so good that it wasn’t Selphie. Not because it was Zell, just because it was anybody but her. It was like tasting good sake again after a year of piss-warm beer. So I kissed him back. And from there, I figured what the hell, there’s a first time for everything—I sucked a cock for the first time in my life.” Irvine shrugged. “Men never really interested me, but I wasn’t repelled by them either. Does that make me bisexual? I don’t know. Don’t care. I don’t have to hear Selphie’s voice every few hours any more. It’s a weight off my shoulders that I never want back.” God, he was talking a lot. Probably the alcohol getting to him, but it was Squall he was talking to… he didn’t much have to worry about this becoming gossip.



“That would explain why she was so upset I guess,” Squall shrugged.



Irvine smiled. “Your indifferent attitude is hell sometimes, but a godsend right now. I don’t want pats on the back or suggestions on how to fix this. I want to forget about wasting a year of my life and swear to never so much as look at a person like her again.”



The brunette nodded and finished off the bottle, placing it back on the nightstand. “At least you didn’t have to come up with a way to break up with her without causing a ruckus.”



Irvine’s eyes narrowed slyly. “I was right! You’re just the same with Rinoa. …Well, maybe you’re still in the ‘I don’t care’ stage. But you know what I’m saying.”



Squall looked away. “Rinoa’s happy.”



“Well, the world’s just perfect for Squall then I guess.” The sniper rested his chin on his palm, crossing his legs on the bed. “What about you? Ever done anything with a guy?”



The brunette shook his head.



“It’s… how would you put it? Hm… It’s more aggressive. It’s like a girl, but without all the female plush and tenderness,” Irvine mused. The marksman took surprised note at how interested Squall seemed with this information. “And of course, their bodies are different. A guy is harder and heavier. It’s like going from a life of dress-shoes to boots.” he laughed freely at his comparison, feeling the sake in him.



“So it didn’t matter that it was Zell? You would have done that with anybody?”



Irvine shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t plan it. It just happened, and I didn’t mind it, so I did it.”



Squall appeared as though to say something, then sat back and looked at the floor.





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Irvine squinted and covered his eyes with his arm as the sunlight poured into his room. His head was spinning a little, but it was just a tiny hangover and he would probably be fine in less than an hour. He didn’t remember much past his little confession with Squall, but there was weight in the bed next to him. Rolling over, he found himself face-to-face with the gunblade specialist, still out like a light. He was fully dressed, even wearing his jacket, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead and neck.



Irvine sighed with a slight smile; poor Squall would probably end up with a bad hangover if he was as light a drinker as he claimed to be.



Getting off the bed slowly so as not to wake his companion, the sniper went to his window and pulled the blinds down, then returned to the edge of the bed. Carefully he lifted Squall’s left arm and slid it out of his jacket, then rolled him onto his back and pulled the jacket off his right arm, freeing the man of the heavy layer.



“That should feel better,” he muttered quietly, getting back on the bed and lying down next to Squall once more. The clock said 10:48 a.m.; they were both very late for the classes they were supposed to teach that morning, and by now the classes had been dismissed for the day.



With Squall being the one in charge of lecturing teachers for misconduct, however, there wasn’t much to worry about, so Irvine settled into his pillows and prepared for a good, long sleep.



He looked the brunette in the face with a guilty smile—he had been the cause of the impending headache Squall was lined up for. What a friend. But, this was the first time he had the chance to actually look closely at the gunblade specialist without a dry remark like ‘what are you staring at?’ He was actually rather feminine in his appearance, with his long lashes and full soft lips. But he always maintained his cool demeanour, even when asleep; the slight frown that was ever-present, and the scar across his brow were deterrents for a lot of people. Here and now as he slept, though, Squall didn’t seem like quite the jerk many passed him off for. He seemed like somebody who had seen a lot of horrible times and was weary of the new ones to come. The way the corners of Squall’s mouth curved downwards and forced his lower lip to pout was causing Irvine to stare, and he felt his cheeks warm as he blinked and realized he had just spent a good seven minutes checking out one of his closest friends.



Maybe that little tryst with Zell had done more to Irvine than he had first thought. Whole new horizons were open to him as he stared at those off-pink lips, slightly parted and suddenly very enticing.



“Irvine…?” Squall rasped, barely above a whisper, eyes still closed.



“Hm?”



“It’s hot in here.”



“Hold on.”



Irvine sat up and reached for Squall’s shirt, then hesitated. Squall didn’t know about these sudden interests; taking off his shirt wouldn’t do harm, he convinced himself. The sniper lifted Squall’s arms above his head, and pulled the hem of his shirt out from his pants, then over the brunette’s body and arms. The chain on Squall’s neck clinked loudly but its owner seemed to be lost in unconsciousness once more as Irvine sat on his calves beside him and stared openly.



Staying there and staring was not the best idea Irvine ever had. He swallowed slowly as his gaze traced along Squall’s neck and collarbone, across his smooth chest with slightly raised nipples, and along his toned stomach to his navel, where the finest line of hairs led a trail to the lip of the brunette’s pants. From there the imagination was left to its course; Irvine looked away before more damage was done, and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his already-tight jeans grow smaller.



Don’t think of Squall.



Don’t think of Squall.



Don’t think of Squall.



Fuck.



He had to leave before Squall woke up and found Irvine sitting there, panting like a dog in heat with the hard-on of the year. Getting off the bed quickly, Irvine didn’t even bother with grabbing a shirt to wear; he put on his boots, marched to the door and closed it behind him as quietly as he could before marching away as quickly as possible without breaking into a run.





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His mouth was dry and he was feeling horribly foolish for walking around with a bulge in his pants and nothing to cover it, but Irvine preferred his status with the general population taking a hit over his popularity with Squall taking a nosedive.



“Oh, hey, Irvine, I’ve been looking for you; about Selphie…”



The sniper spun around to face Zell, who was looking apologetic. He grabbed the blonde by the wrist and broke into a run, towards the dormitories once more.



“H-hey, wait! Irvine, listen! I’m sorry, it all just came out when she asked, I didn’t mean to get you in trouble, and I’ll talk to her if you want!”



Irvine reached the maintenance closet, flung the door open, and practically threw Zell inside, slamming the door shut and locking it.



“Irvine, listen to me…!”



None such luck. Irvine pulled Zell up onto his knees, and the blonde looked up at him in confusion until he watched what the sniper was doing. His cheeks flushed as Irvine undid his pants faster than he had ever seen before, and his erection was released before him. “Do it,” Irvine hissed through clenched teeth.







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Zell didn’t need to be told twice, though this sudden aggressiveness was strange. His entire face tinged pink as he parted his lips and lapped at the glistening beads already gathered at the end of Irvine’s swollen shaft, and he was further enticed as Irvine panted loudly above him. Taking firm hold of Irvine’s manhood, Zell slid his mouth over it expertly, running his tongue along the underside as his free hand cupped the sniper’s sac and massaged it with his palm and thumb, earning a weak moan.





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Irvine grit his teeth and dug his nails into the door frame on either side of him as the hot mouth engulfing him to the hilt glided across his length over and over. All he could think about was Squall, Squall on his knees before him, Squall’s lips and Squall’s tongue and Squall’s hands making him moan again, louder this time. The pain in his hands from straining them too hard was the only thing keeping him in check and preventing him from whimpering the name he was thinking.



He gasped and a rumbling groan reverberated from within the sniper as he came hot and fast. Squall swallowed everything as he continued to massage Irvine steadily.



No, Zell, this was Zell.



Irvine’s hand reached the light switch in the closet, and he flicked the lights off, getting on his knees so he could be level with Squall. He put his hands on either side of Squall’s face and kissed him hungrily, pushing him up against the back of the closet and running his tongue across Squall’s lower lip until the delicious mouth was opened for him and he plunged readily, moaning once more. Squall’s arms wrapped around Irvine’s neck as he allowed his mouth to be penetrated repeatedly, and any thoughts of a blonde young fighter were burnt away with each passing second.





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Wahahahaha *drunken Vash pose* new Zell!doll, with kung-fu... suction? Who writes this material?



Well, dreading it as you might, there is more to come; This is my Rifle, This is my Gun is actually complete.



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