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Lightning.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kitty: Races! Yay! I wonder what the prize is? Sex on the beach with Zell and Irvine?!

Eoko: How would that be the prize at all?

Kitty: I don't
know! But it would be a good prize... I'd do anything for sex with Zell and Irvine on the beach!

Eoko: Too bad they probably wouldn't do you. -giggles-

Kitty: Yeah, more's the pity. That's okay! I still own Irvine! -cackles-

Eoko: Yes you do. You know what makes me sad,
Kitty?

Kitty: What makes
you sad, Ko-Ko?

Eoko: The serious lacking of reviews. I know, I
know. I preach not to ask for them, and tell people to write for themselves, but really! We had lots of people at the start.
Where'd they all go? Or, why'd they stop giving us the reviews? I love knowing
what people think.

Kitty: Hmm... me
too. And we're pretty regular updaters, so they can't have forgotten the fic. Maybe they stopped liking it, though... I hope not!
There's still a ways to go.

Eoko: Yea, there is! And the conflict is just
heating up, believe it or not! And you're right, even if I'm late,
I still get up a chapter a week. Hmm, maybe they'll tell us after reading this
one.

Kitty: I hope so!
Especially the speculation on what will happen!

Eoko: Yea! We wanna
know what you're thinking, peoples!

Kitty: Comments
make Irvykins happy!

Eoko: Now read the fic
so you have something to review about. XD

Chapter, The
Thirty-Seventh: In Which There Are Races.

�Zell, what are we doing here?
This is boring as shit��

�Humour me, alright?� Zell muttered, whacking Seifer
with a rolled-up form guide. �I promised I�d spend today with you, but I gotta support Irvine and Lightning too. And I�d like� to
spend the rest of the day with both of you. I know it�ll be hard for you, but
you�re both� Seifer, I care about you both and�
maybe� if you spend enough time together, you�ll get used to one another.�

Seifer grunted.

�I doubt it. He�s still a nancy
pretty boy��

�Seifer!�

�Sorry,� Seifer grumbled, but he
really wasn�t.

Zell sighed, running a gloved hand
through the golden hair above his ear. The studs at his knuckles flashed,
drawing the eye of a little boy with a tan cowboy hat and a plastic gun. He
laughed and pointed with the gun, making bang, bang sounds, then he rode
off on his hobby-chocobo, (1) yehaw�ing
like a trooper. Zell smiled. Seifer
did his best not to gag.

�Oh! Oh! This is it!� Zell cried
suddenly, pointing insanely.

The worst country accent Seifer
had ever heard came over the loud speaker system.

�Llladiiies aaan� geeen�lemeeen! Hold onter yer hats �n� rein in yer chocobos �cause heeere it is! The event y�all�ve
been waitin� fer � the
barrel raaacin� fiiinaaals!�

A whoop went up, along with a couple of cowboy hats, and Zell was near to bursting with excitement, clinging to the edge
of the steel bench they sat on and leaning forward. Seifer
yawned elaborately, but the fighter wasn�t paying attention.

�Gotta real
treat fer yer today,
cowboys �n� girls! New-comer Irvine Kinneas �
now don�t that name jes� roll offer yer tongues, ladies?! � Yer,
new-comer done out-raced some o� the tried �n� true champs o� the continent ter be here today, an� lemme tell
you, he�s fixin� ter give
these men �n� women a run fer their gil!�

�There he is!� Zell yelped,
leaping out of his chair and throwing himself at the fence to hang over it as
Irvine stood up in the stirrups, waving his hat at the crowd.

�Ain�t he the charmer, cowgirls?� came the voice again and Seifer
snorted.

Zell�s voice rang out clear
across the dusty arena.

�Yeah, and he�s mine!�

Irvine�s smile only widened and he tipped his hat to Zell, bowing from the waist before he settled it back on
his head and sat back in the saddle. Lightning danced beneath him, kicking up
his feet and showing off for the crowd. He wore bells in his crest and around
his ankles, attached with dark blue velvet ribbons, and he jingled prettily as
he walked, courtesy of one Selphie Tilmitt.

Irvine turned his head and directed him out of the way while
the four other riders were introduced. His skin tingled with anticipation, a
feeling akin to the one that built inside of him the morning after his
birthday, when Zell made love to him again, slow,
teasing, until he trembled and begged and wept for it. But it was different,
too.� There was an edge to it, a keen sharpness
that made him want to win.

The fact that Zell was, in fact,
sitting in the crowd made him want to win even more.

A tiny girl, blonde with huge eyes, kneed her chocobo up close beside him, smiling. She reminded him
vaguely of Selphie, especially when she spoke.

�Hi! I�m Lacy! I heard �bout you from one of the girls what
you beat out. Seems like you�re somethin�,
Li�l Darlin�.�

He smiled a little sheepishly, touching his hat politely
while she pushed hers back away from her eyes with an upraised finger.

�Ain�t me who�s
somethin�, Lacy. It�s Lightnin�.�

�He your bird, or do you ride him for a stable?�

Irvine made a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat.

�I ain�t too certain� �bout that,
really. I sold him a while back, then Zell bought him back for me and he pays his lodgin�s at the moment.�

�Zell?�

Irvine pointed and the fighter waved madly again making him
smile despite himself.

�That�s him.�

�Cute,� she observed. �Do he pay
you to ride for him?�

�Naw.� He
rides me to ride for him� Irvine thought with a devilish excitement, then blinked at Lacy when she gasped and burst into a fit of
giggles. It took him a few moments to realise he must
have said that out loud, but when he did realise, he
blushed.

�Oh, that�s priceless!� she cried after a moment, slapping
him on the back. Yes. Very Selphie.

�S-Sorry� I didn�t mean��

�To say that out loud, I know.
You�re just adorable, Mr. Kinneas. Bet he says that,
too, huh?�

�Uh��

�Al�ight, I�ll shut up,� she
giggled, grinning at him. �Just jealous, �cause y�already taken.�

Irvine touched his hat and ducked his head, laughing a
little. Then Lacy�s chocobo
bit Lightning. He warked in shock and danced away,
hissing and lowering his head, wings mantled a little and crest twitching.

�Hey now!� Irvine snapped, going
from amicable to pissed in no time flat. �Keep your
bird in hand.�

�Shite.
I�m sorry.� Lacy looked over her shoulder. �They�re callin�
me anyway.� She turned her chocobo and trotted him
off and Irvine watched the way he twitched underneath her. Something had upset
him. The thought was confirmed when he fought Lacy half the course, then simply
balked at the last three barrels and ran straight past them.

Irvine winced. That sucked.

He soothed Lightning, murmuring to him and stroking his feathers
until he seemed to calm down � as much as he could with the excitement of the
crowd and the other birds around him.

Two more riders followed after Lacy, posting pretty good
times. One was just under Irvine�s best times, the other just above.

�Our turn, darlin�,� Irvine said
softly, patting Lacy�s neck, and directed him to the
starting line.

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�It�s Irvine�s turn!� Zell
whispered nervously, clutching at the fence.

�No fucking duh�� Seifer muttered,
slightly pissed off that Zell wasn�t even listening
enough to have heard what he said. He was surrounded by cowboys� fucking
cowboys� fucking cowboy in particular. He hoped viciously that Lightning
would break his leg, then felt guilty, because it
wasn�t the bird�s fault. He amended the thought, hoping instead that Irvine
would fall off and break his leg.

He had to admit though, he thought grudgingly when the
starter�s gun went off and Lightning sprang into action, Irvine looked pretty
damn good doing that. He certainly knew his bird better than that chick at the
beginning.

One more rider, and Irvine was
clear second of the five. The first woman was dropped off, leaving only one,
and the three men.

�What happens now?� Zell asked the
cowboy beside him.

�Slate�s basically wiped clean, they race again. Slowest
time is off. They go on like that �til there�s only one left. It�s purdy simple, really.�

Zell nodded.

�Didn�t Irvine tell you that?� Seifer
asked, arching a brow.

�Uh�� Zell thought for a minute, then looked sheepish. �Yeah, I think he did. Oops.�

Seifer rolled his eyes and tried
to find something interesting to watch while the racers went through the
rounds. One of the men went next, then the other girl, then
it was down to Irvine and another cowboy.

Zell was just about busting out of
his skin with excitement. Seifer was bored stupid. It
was the same thing over and over again. Some idiot with a hat
on a yellow bird running around barrels. Woo.

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Irvine was as jittery as Lightning, but the other guy had
beaten his times every round so far, and he didn�t see how he could push Lightning anymore. His chocobo was
tired, but still desperate to run.

The other cowboy tipped his hat politely, then
moved up to the starting line. Again, he timed faster than Irvine and Lightning
had managed.

�But we can still try, can�t we darlin�?�
Irvine murmured, glancing to where Zell stood.

They were two seconds too slow and Irvine cursed, but he
congratulated his opponent and was glad of the second place money. He settled
Lightning back in his float, then went to find Zell�
and Seifer. He wished the fighter hadn�t wanted to
bring the blonde prick, but he found it difficult to say no to Zell, and at least Seifer didn�t
seem so unbearable when Zell was there.

He found them in the stands, and Zell
hugged him tightly, planting a kiss on his lips and fussing as though he�d won
the World Championship instead of coming second in the local competition.

�Lunch is on me anyways,� Irvine said when he could finally
get a word in, showing the gil
notes that were his prize money.

�Good. I�m starving,� Seifer said,
smirking.

Irvine smiled hesitantly at the gunbladist,
reminding himself he had to be civil for Zell�s sake.

They found a little stall that was selling hotdogs, and got Zell�s lunch there, and Seifer
chose to have some spaghetti that smelled amazing. Irvine took ages of
wandering among the various stalls to finally choose nachos, then
they found a tree under which to camp and eat.

It was actually pleasant, and Irvine was surprised. For
once, Seifer made civilized conversation, and the
sharpshooter even found himself laughing at a couple of things the gunbladist said. It seemed, however, that it was only the
occupation of eating that kept Seifer�s mind off
being an arsehole, because he was back at it the
moment he dropped the plastic bowl and cutlery in a bin.

�So, only second, huh?� he teased lowly when Zell disappeared to go to the toilet.

�Ain�t nothin� to be ashamed of,� Irvine said softly,
plucking at the grass. �They�re the best and it were
my first time.�

Seifer smirked.

�I hear you�re good at first times, Priscilla. Hear
you moan and squeal like a thousand-gil
whore��

Irvine went beetroot red, then he lifted his head and
glared, hands fisting against his thighs.

�That ain�t none
of your business, Seifer, and I know Zell wouldn�t talk like that about me. He might�ve talked
about� what happened, �cause I know you�re his best
friend, but he, like, wouldn�t say it like that.�

�No. He wouldn�t. I said that.� Seifer
touched Irvine�s cheek, stroked his thumb against the skin and watched the
sharpshooter swallow nervously. �Would you squeal for me, too, hmm? If I
touched you in the right places, would you moan�?�

Irvine slapped his hand away, biting his lower lip.

�Just stop it. I love Zell
and you� I don�t understand why you�re�� Irvine shook his head, then swore suddenly. �I hate you so much!�

�The feeling is mutual, cowboy. I hate you, too.�

�Then� why do you�� he indicated his cheek, looking
helpless.

�Because it�s fun to watch your face, and sometime, you�ll
give in, then I can tell Zell what happened.�

�Bastard! I�ll never hurt him like
that!�

�We�ll see.�

Seifer smirked, then turned it
into a friendly smile as Zell returned, full of
energy and wanting to look around some more.

For the rest of the day, Irvine made sure Zell was between himself and the gunbladist.

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(1) I.E: Hobby-horse. If you don�t know what a hobby-horse
is, you�ve had a deprived childhood�
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