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Magic of Valentine	By : Zierra Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 664 -:- 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.

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They returned to the sofa and Zell restarted the movie, but after a few minutes and a couple of spoonfuls of ice cream, it was completely forgotten in favor of serious kissing.

Squall thought he could cut the tension with his gunblade, but it was nowhere near uncomfortable. Or maybe a little, a tendon in his neck was starting to strain under the assault of Zell�s delicious lips, but instead of breaking away, he pushed forward, climbing over Zell who took the hint and lay back onto the sofa.

This was more intimate than Squall had planned, but he wasn�t complaining. In fact, he hoped they would go further since his hands and lips could get enough. As if the blond could read his mind, Zell reached underneath the royal blue shirt and skated a hand across Squall�s abdomen.

His whole body tensed, a half choked groan escaping him from the sheer unexpectedness. How could such a simple touch feel so incredibly erotic?

Zell, obviously misinterpreting his reaction, pulled his hand away and mumbled an apologetic �sorry�, surprisingly soft hands fidgeting with the collar of his shirt.

�No, keep going�, Squall managed hoarsely. �I liked that.�

Resuming the kiss with renewed fervor, Squall took lead by buttoning up the crisp white shirt, kissing along Zell�s neck as he continued down. The blond moaned, back arching into the caress as his hands moved to grab Squall�s forearm with a fierce grip.

Encouraged by the response, Squall pushed the shirt apart, exposing a well-sculpted chest and two dusky pink nipples. Before he could find time to wuss out, Squall attacked, licking attentively at one nub.

The reaction was instantaneous as Zell hissed, hand fisting hard in Squall�s hair and the throaty groan he produced made Squall hot all over.

Immediately as Squall stopped, Zell pushed him back as the blond sat up, grabbing a hold of the shirt and forced it over the brunette�s head while Squall eagerly tried to divest Zell of his. Their eyes locked, passion dazed gazes drawing them closer again as hands started to wander, palms feeling skin always considered off limits, mouths claiming new territory and marking it as theirs.

Squall suddenly found his hands playing with the buckle of Zell�s belt, half of him wanting to tear it out of the loops, half of him wondering if he was ready for what that would inevitably lead to.

Feeling his insecurity again, Zell made the decision for him. With a swift pull, Zell unbuckled it and tore the belt off, throwing it carelessly on the floor. As he went to unbutton the pants, Squall stopped him, only to kiss a trail down a taut stomach.

�Allow me�, he said, barely recognizing his own voice.

With slightly trembling hands, Squall unbuttoned the slacks, the zipper following slowly. His heart was almost pounding out of his chest, mouth watering at the mere thought of what he was about to unveil.

�I�m getting naked faster than you�, Zell panted, raking blunt fingernails down Squall�s torso. �No fair.�

Pushing himself up so they where sitting knees to knees on the sofa, Zell roughly undid Squall�s pants, sliding them slowly down his hips.

Their eyes met again, an unfamiliar hunger visible there that they found themselves helpless to deny. With a wicked smirk, Squall�s left hand disappeared down the front of black slacks, moaning in sync with Zell�s high-pitched wail.

The blonds jaw was working furiously as he tried to form words, but Squall�s strong grip wouldn�t let him. Moving as evenly as he could in the restricted area, Squall licked teasingly over Zell�s lips, the passionate response almost undoing him on the spot.

�Please�, Zell whispered, grinding into the pleasuring touch. �Need you.�

Squall reluctantly released Zell, only to push the blond back down, straightening weak legs so he could sit between them. With excruciating slowness, the brunette began inching down the obscuring pants.

He almost chocked on his own saliva as Zell sprang free, accidentally biting his tongue in the process.

Damn, but this was so far beyond his wildest imagination that it almost seemed surreal.

And that made him bolder.

Leaning down, Squall licked experimentally, Zell�s head thrown back in all consuming pleasure. Oh, how he could get used to this alright. It seemed Zell could too, the way he allowed himself to be lost in the sensation, looking every bit the perfect sexual fantasy in the process.

�Zell�, he whispered, mostly just to hear the name, to hear the affirmative groan, and to feel the encouraging hand, gently stroking his cheek.

�More.� Zell seemed reduced to single word sentences, Squall�s name coming out as a choked sob as the brunette complied.

It was so strange, giving a guy a blowjob like this. He wasn�t new to the notion though, you had very little control over your dreams after all, but to finally perform one was - besides making him incredibly aroused - slightly nerve-racking and trained SeeD as he was, he treated it as any unplanned (though in no way unwelcome) event during any mission and became intently focused on what he had at hand. (A/N: God, what a useless pun!)

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Zell�s mind was a complete jumble of incoherent and unfinished thoughts. It seemed that each time Zell questioned the reality of the situation, Squall sucked harder, or swallowed more and each time Zell mumbled something that he swore were complete sentences but sounded like gasps and grunts to Squall.

He desperately wanted to do something, to be able to return the favor, but Squall wouldn�t budge, or Zell had lost control of his muscles, because the brunette wasn�t moving off and the satisfaction wouldn�t stop. Not that he wanted it, though.

But even in a pleasure-induced stupor, Zell had doubts about the legitimacy of the situation. How much of this was Squall�s true desires? If the Commander hadn�t been under �the influence� - as the spell had affectionately come to be known in their circle of friends - would this take place? Was this what Squall really would want to happen? Well, obviously he did or he wouldn�t do such wonderful things to Zell�s body, spell or no spell, but would he want it to happen so soon? Did Zell want it to happen so soon?

A slow, wet lick and Squall put the answer in his mouth.

�Hell yeah.�

TBC, very soon
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