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Lightning.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 667 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kitty: Well,
Eoko says I'm always first, so here we go! XD Yay for Irvine begging! That's always fun.

Eoko:
It's hawt too. Don't you all think it's
hawt?

Kitty: I
think it's hawt! Very hawt! Uber-hawt!

Eoko:
I agree! You know, I think we should just go read it again!

Kitty: I
always do! When I'm being lazy and not writing.

Eoko:
I do too. XD

Kitty: That's
why the progress of Mine is so slow. Ah well.

Eoko:
I have reasons why things are slow. It's called, Practicum, School,
Work/Practicum, School, Practicum, Work, Work, Repeat.

Kitty: I
know the feeling. Plus with all the assignment writing, other writing is not
attractive.

Eoko:
Well, enjoy this while we enjoy constant work people!

Kitty: Right...
Enjoy... uhuh...

Chapter,
the Thirty-Ninth: In Which Irvine Begs.

He liked foreplay, he�d
discovered. There was something delightful about gentle fingers, a knowing
tongue and the nip of fangy teeth along his skin. And
Zell was obsessed with his piercings,
could barely leave them alone once his eyes fell on them � which they did kind of often, since the aforementioned fighter also could
barely resist relieving him of his clothing whenever possible, and even when it
wasn�t.

It had been just over two weeks since his birthday, and
Irvine would swear he�d spent at least two or three hours per day since, naked,
sweat-slick and begging. Oh, the begging.

Yes, he�d discovered he liked foreplay. He�d also discovered
Zell loved bringing him to a state of
trembling, grasping, whimpering and nearly sobbing out pleas.

Now, was one of those times. Zell�s smirk danced the length of his arousal, then left it, making him whimper, and made a wet trail up to
a nipple, which it took, lapping and teasing.

�Hynedammit, Zell!� he cried, thrashing on the bed, half-tangled in the
sheets from his efforts to squirm himself to release. �Stop teasin�
me!�

The fighter, predictably really, ignored him, a hand running
under one lifted thigh and across to tease a fingertip against his entrance. It
made him see stars, and heat bucked in his belly, begging for release. He begged
for it too, whimpering, arching, writhing.

Then it stopped.

When he opened his eyes, whining with need, he found Zell perched above him, smirking down at him. Arousal
roiled inside of him, a physical sensation sparking from the predatory, hungry
look in those sapphire eyes. The man didn�t even have to touch him, and he
reacted.

�Zell�� he begged in a breathless,
choking voice. �Please��

The smirk grew.

�You�re so fucking hot, Kinneas.
Do you have any idea?�

No, yes, maybe. He wasn�t sure. He was sure that the
tone in Zell�s voice and the way he said �fucking�
made him feel faint. Was it even possible to want someone so badly, so
achingly? Hyne, he was going crazy.

�Please�� he whispered again, because it was the only word he
could remember how to form.

A slick finger came to his entrance, dipping inside and,
after a few moments of ragged, whimpering panting, Irvine was rewarded with a
second.

�Please what, baby? What do you want? What do you need?�
Zell growled, all teasing,
sex and heat.

�You� Oooh, Hyne,
you�� The words shuddered from him and he only hoped it was the right
answer.

Zell shifted, eyes dark,
possessive, and entered him in one smooth, hard-and-gentle stroke.

�Now what�?� the fighter wondered, his own voice a little
strained, and shifted his hips experimentally.

Irvine closed his eyes and turned his head, that adorable
blush coming to his cheeks. He knew what Zell wanted
to hear. The thought of it made Irvine impossibly more aroused. He knew there
was supposed to be something sexy about being dirty, but up until this moment,
he hadn�t been able to fathom it when he read it in more of the books Rikan had given him. The words threw themselves across his
mind, making him squirm, but he couldn�t bring himself to say them.

�P-please� Zell� please�� he
whimpered, because it had always worked before. He was starting to learn what
made Zell come undone � if only he could reach
the fighter�s ear, but Zell was propped too high.

The fighter bent, then, as though reading Irvine�s thoughts,
but they flew from his head when Zell brought his
mouth to the sharpshooter�s ear, pressing a wet kiss there before purring hotly
into it.

�I want to hear you moan, Cowboy. I want to hear you scream
my name and lose control. I want to hear you plead and beg for more. But I�m
not going to make those sounds come from you until I hear you beg me to fuck
you. Do you want that? Do you want me to make you mine all over again? Do
you want me to fuck you�?�

�Oh, Hyne�� Irvine whispered, shuddering
from his head to his toes. That was sexy. And sexy barely covered it.

He felt Zell smirk against his
ear.

�Tell me you want it,� he demanded, giving a shallow,
teasing thrust. Irvine cursed his lover�s control.

�I� want it.�

�Want what?� Zell�s voice grew
breathless, his breathing more ragged. He was so hot. So
delicious. So perfect. So Irvine�s.
The sharpshooter would do anything to please him, especially when, thus far,
pleasing Zell had resulted in pleasing himself.

��You.�

�Me?�

�Yes�� The word was little more than an exhale.

�Irvine�� Zell whispered, nosing
his ear.

�Fuck me�� Irvine whispered back, then
lifted his voice, pleading. �Please� Fuck me!�

It was worth it a thousand times over. Zell
supported his weight with one hand beside Irvine�s head, the other going
instantly around the sharpshooter�s aching arousal, and he held nothing back.
Irvine wrapped his legs tight around his lover�s hips and rode the deep, hard
thrust of his body, moaning and arching to meet it whenever he could. Once the
word was in the air, Irvine couldn�t get the taste of it out of his mouth, and
it came again.

�Z-Zell� oh, Zell! Mmm� Just� like� that� F-fuck me!�

Zell growled against his ear, and
it wasn�t long before Irvine was completely lost, racing blindly towards the
edge he both longed for and shied away from. He would live in a moment like
this forever, if he could. But he couldn�t, and it ended all too soon with a
tensing of his body and a buck of his hips, a desperate cry of Zell�s name as he released. His lover was right behind him,
and the whisper of his name on the fighter�s lips would have made the whole
thing worth it, if the pleasure wasn�t reward enough itself. Which
it really was.

He had no complaints about spending two or three hours a day
naked, sweat-slick and begging.

He was barely aware of Zell
shifting carefully off him and reaching out for the warm cloth to clean them
both off. He groped blindly for the fighter, then murmured happily when he felt
the strong muscles beneath his hands, powerful, gentle arms wrapping securely
around him.

��Dirty�� Irvine murmured, snuggling.

�Sexy,� Zell corrected him. �So
sexy hearing you say that.�

The sharpshooter gave a short laugh, half-asleep and shook
his head.

�You think I�m sexy just breathin�.�

�You are sexy just breathing.�

�Only sayin� that �cause you want me naked again.�

�You arguing?�

�Hell, no.�

�Thought not. Baby, don�t go to
sleep.�

�Why not? �M tired �n� nice.�

�Nice�?� Zell arched a brow.
Irvine could be undeniably sexual and seductive when he wanted to be, it seemed
to come naturally, but he could also be adorably cute, like right now. Made Zell just want to eat him. Mmm� Irvine
with ice-cream on top. That was a tasty thought. He filed it away
for later perusal.

�Nice,� Irvine affirmed. �Totally sexed
out.�

Zell chuckled.

�You still can�t go to sleep.�

�But y�re
so warm �n� snuggly �n� I�m so sleepy. Your
fault for bein� so good at it. Sex with you�s like heaven.�

�I try.�

�Mmm�� Irvine burrowed deeper
under the covers and into Zell�s body, wrapping his
arms around the fighter�s shoulders and slinging a leg over his hip in a way Zell just adored.

�Don�t go to sleep, I have to tell you something.�

�What?� Irvine groused, slitting open one stunning eye.

�You�re beautiful�� Zell breathed,
because he was. Hyne, he loved Irvine so much.

�That it�? Could�ve waited �til after sleep��

�No! That�s not it.� Zell laughed.
�It�s about a mission.�

�Mission�?� Irvine perked up a little, opening the other
eye. �What�?�

�I leave Friday, and I�ll be gone a few days.�

That woke the sharpshooter a little more thoroughly, and he
frowned, blinking a little.

�A few days? How many�s a few?�

Zell shook his head.

�I don�t really know. We�ve gotta
track a monster� could take a while. It�s supposed to have been mutated by Time
Compression��

�We? Who�s the mission with�?�
Irvine wondered, but he already a suspicion he knew who, since every mission Zell had been on since Alm-arse-y
had become a SeeD had been with said gunbladist.

�Seifer.�

�And�?�

�Just Seifer.
It�s gonna be pretty difficult. Squall can�t send
just anyone. We�re loading up with GFs and magic like
you wouldn�t believe.�

Irvine looking at him a long moment,
opening his mouth, but he closed it again, and just nodded mutely, then turned
in Zell�s arms. Zell
frowned. He was nothing if not observant and it wasn�t rocket science to figure
out something was wrong.

�Irvine�? What�s wrong?�

�Nothing,� the word was out of the sharpshooter�s mouth
almost before �wrong� was out of Zell�s, much too
fast.

�Baby� what is it?�

He didn�t want to sound like a whiny girlfriend,
because he wasn�t a girl, and he knew it was stupid, but when Zell said �baby�, it made him willing to do just about
anything the fighter wanted, and right now that was to give an answer. Damn Zell�

�How come every mission he goes on, you go on,
and I ain�t been on even one with you?�

Zell opened his mouth, then closed
it again, realising that what he�d been going to say
� �That isn�t true� � was, in fact, wrong, because it was
true. He hadn�t been on a mission with Irvine and Seifer
hadn�t been on a mission without him.

�I� don�t know�� Zell mused, and
it was the truth. He didn�t know. It just seemed to have happened like
that.

�Can�t I come instead? Please?�

Zell really wished he wouldn�t say
please like that. He was loathe to say no to
it, but rules were rules and he didn�t pick the team.

�You can�t, Irvine. It�s already decided.�

�I�m just as good as Seifer!
Better. Any bitch-monster comes within a mile and I can shoot it before it even
knows we�re there. You �n� Seifer� you�re close
quarters. Somethin� could go wrong and I� I want to
come. I want to go with you.�

�Irvine�� Zell murmured, shifting
and taking hold of the sharpshooter�s shoulder to roll him onto his back so he
could meet his eyes. �You know I�d love to take you, but Tamitha
and Squall already decided.�

�Then� I�ll ask if I can come too.�

�Baby�� Zell said, knowing full
well how it affected his lover. �Baby, don�t. Rules are rules, and we can�t
change them, no matter how much we want to. Everything�s already been decided.
I�ll make sure Squall sends you and me on the next one, alright?�

�Whatever�� Irvine muttered, rolling onto his side.

Zell was more than a little
surprised. Irvine was pissed off at him. Irvine hadn�t been pissed
off at him since he discovered who exactly Rubedo
was. Crap.

�Irvine�� He touched the sharpshooter�s skin lightly, only
to have his hand shrugged off. �Irvine, please. You
know I�d change things if I could.�

He couldn�t stay mad. Zell
was just too� Zell. He turned into the fighter�s arms, clinging to him, and
buried his face in his lover�s neck, clinging tightly to him.

�I love you�� he whispered. �Zell�
I love you.�

�I love you, too, baby�� Zell
murmured, surprised at the sudden intensity in Irvine�s voice.

�Don�t be gone too long� I�ll miss you.�

Zell smiled, kissing his hair, his
forehead, his nose and finally his mouth. He tasted his cowboy, as always
delighted, and stroked the glorious fall of his hair, making him whimper.

He really was the prettiest thing Zell
had ever held.

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