Of Friends and Lovers
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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889
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2
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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.
3
The Reality
Chapter 3
"What the hell was that, Irvine?" Squall raged as soon as he had the cowboy in the privacy of his and Zell's shared dorm room.
"I tripped." Irvine defended, a little worried about Squall's unusually aggressive attitude.
"And just happened to land right in Almsay's arms? How convenient for you." Irvine found himself backed into a wall with two strong arms on either side of him making escape impossible. "Are you letting him fuck you too?"
"He just got here, Squall."
"Are planning on letting him?" Squall asked not missing a beat. Irvine gaped for a minute before glaring at Squall, anger bubbling inside of him.
"What if I am? It's not like it's any of your business!" Irvine growled.
"You're mine, so yes it is my business." Squall answered relatively calmly his eyes narrowed.
"I'm yours, am I? Last I checked you had no rights over me." Irvine yelled pushing at Squall's chest to get him away.
"Of course I do, you love me." Squall responded in his usual uncaring monotone but still glaring slightly. Irvine gaped and felt tears springing to his eyes.
"That's not fair." Irvine whispered, his voice almost inaudible but of course Squall heard.
"It's you own fault." Irvine's eyes widened and he felt two fat tear drops roll down his cheeks. Squall had never said anything so cruel to him before. Tears began to flow down pale cheeks and Irvine found it impossible to respond to Squall's last statement, all he could do at the moment was cry. He felt him knees give out beneath him and he slid down the floor until he was sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest. Squall stared down at him emotionlessly, impatience growing inside him. He wanted to fuck, now!
"I don't wanna do this anymore." Irvine whispered and tried to stand and leave but Squall grabbed his arms and lifted him, moving to the bed and setting the cowboy down. Irvine once again attempted to leave only to be stopped by incredibly strong hands on his arms.
"No."
"Squall...." Irvine pleaded still refusing to look the other in the eye.
"No, Irvine. You're saying the night.." And with that Squall kissed him. Irvine struggled with the smaller but stronger male only to be pushed roughly onto his back on Squall's king size bed.
"Stop!" Irvine yelled still fighting Squall's advances.
"Shut up." Squall landed a solid slap to one tear stained cheek before leaning in to kiss Irvine again. Irvine lie still as Squall removed both of their clothing and thrust into him with no preparation.
"Squall!" Irvine screamed arching his back in pain and trying hard to move away from the painful intrusion. Squall ignored his cries and continued with his own pleasure. Irvine closed eyes and tossed his head to one side biting his lip, trying not to scream, with tears flowing steadily. Squall stared down as the beautiful man under him Irvine’s flushed cheeks, bruised lips, and tear stained cheeks driving him on.
As Irvine had hoped it didn't take long before Squall came inside Irvine and then lay very still, his head rested on Irvine’s chest as he tried to catch his breath. Irvine winced when Squall pulled his not limp cock from his bleeding hole. Squall shifted himself away from Irvine his back to the other man as he drifted off to sleep. Irvine sat up and stared at Squall's back. This was wrong, all wrong. He finally told Squall he wanted to end this and the man didn't even care. He did it anyways. He... raped him. No. It wasn't rape, it wasn't because Squall was right, Irvine loved him. And it couldn't be rape if he loved him... right? Irvine lay back down and scooted over to press himself to Squall's back. It wasn't rape, he loved Squall, more than anything, so if Squall wanted to hurt him he'd let him. Irvine closed his eyes and let all the emotional stress pull him into restless sleep.
~TBC~
Chapter 3
"What the hell was that, Irvine?" Squall raged as soon as he had the cowboy in the privacy of his and Zell's shared dorm room.
"I tripped." Irvine defended, a little worried about Squall's unusually aggressive attitude.
"And just happened to land right in Almsay's arms? How convenient for you." Irvine found himself backed into a wall with two strong arms on either side of him making escape impossible. "Are you letting him fuck you too?"
"He just got here, Squall."
"Are planning on letting him?" Squall asked not missing a beat. Irvine gaped for a minute before glaring at Squall, anger bubbling inside of him.
"What if I am? It's not like it's any of your business!" Irvine growled.
"You're mine, so yes it is my business." Squall answered relatively calmly his eyes narrowed.
"I'm yours, am I? Last I checked you had no rights over me." Irvine yelled pushing at Squall's chest to get him away.
"Of course I do, you love me." Squall responded in his usual uncaring monotone but still glaring slightly. Irvine gaped and felt tears springing to his eyes.
"That's not fair." Irvine whispered, his voice almost inaudible but of course Squall heard.
"It's you own fault." Irvine's eyes widened and he felt two fat tear drops roll down his cheeks. Squall had never said anything so cruel to him before. Tears began to flow down pale cheeks and Irvine found it impossible to respond to Squall's last statement, all he could do at the moment was cry. He felt him knees give out beneath him and he slid down the floor until he was sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest. Squall stared down at him emotionlessly, impatience growing inside him. He wanted to fuck, now!
"I don't wanna do this anymore." Irvine whispered and tried to stand and leave but Squall grabbed his arms and lifted him, moving to the bed and setting the cowboy down. Irvine once again attempted to leave only to be stopped by incredibly strong hands on his arms.
"No."
"Squall...." Irvine pleaded still refusing to look the other in the eye.
"No, Irvine. You're saying the night.." And with that Squall kissed him. Irvine struggled with the smaller but stronger male only to be pushed roughly onto his back on Squall's king size bed.
"Stop!" Irvine yelled still fighting Squall's advances.
"Shut up." Squall landed a solid slap to one tear stained cheek before leaning in to kiss Irvine again. Irvine lie still as Squall removed both of their clothing and thrust into him with no preparation.
"Squall!" Irvine screamed arching his back in pain and trying hard to move away from the painful intrusion. Squall ignored his cries and continued with his own pleasure. Irvine closed eyes and tossed his head to one side biting his lip, trying not to scream, with tears flowing steadily. Squall stared down as the beautiful man under him Irvine’s flushed cheeks, bruised lips, and tear stained cheeks driving him on.
As Irvine had hoped it didn't take long before Squall came inside Irvine and then lay very still, his head rested on Irvine’s chest as he tried to catch his breath. Irvine winced when Squall pulled his not limp cock from his bleeding hole. Squall shifted himself away from Irvine his back to the other man as he drifted off to sleep. Irvine sat up and stared at Squall's back. This was wrong, all wrong. He finally told Squall he wanted to end this and the man didn't even care. He did it anyways. He... raped him. No. It wasn't rape, it wasn't because Squall was right, Irvine loved him. And it couldn't be rape if he loved him... right? Irvine lay back down and scooted over to press himself to Squall's back. It wasn't rape, he loved Squall, more than anything, so if Squall wanted to hurt him he'd let him. Irvine closed his eyes and let all the emotional stress pull him into restless sleep.
~TBC~