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A Break in Character	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Irvine/Squall Views: 919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Irvine wasn't sure what worked him up. It was just a movie amongst friends, just a talk in the hall. But there's something about Squall that just drives him mad! The guy is the reason the condition 'horny' exists. And if no one believed him on that declaration then they should take a brief trip through his thoughts. See Squall through his eyes. His sensual lips combined with those inquisitive eyes, that are always searching for something whether it's in life or in whomever is lucky enough to have his gaze settle upon them. That cool blue that looks a silvery gray. And the way he walks… Ah, if only Irvine could record it and watch it on loop either direction of coming or going.
The sniper's hand worked up and down rapidly then slowed to a smooth fluid pace. What was the hurry, the night has only begun, he has plenty of time to sleep some hours away. He panted quietly into the pillow; there's an image of Squall beneath him, his cheek pressed against his sharing in a touch their lips can't because they need the room to breathe through the pleasure. His skin is so soft it could be classified as a silken spider's web.
His hips popped up and down bobbing his sex into his clenched palm; the feel of his heat sweeping against the sheet as it passed between his palm was breath taking. It tickled in the most sensational way. Hearing that huffing voice of Squall's plead for more caused Irvine to lose his senses, and he thrusts and thrusts until…!
He was practically coughing to catch his breath, his throat had gotten so dry.
'Eighteen this year and I have to change my bedding.' He thinks with humor of the situation. He waited a bit more as he caught his breath. Sitting up, he busied himself removing the sheet then changing it to a fresh one from the trunk at the foot of his bed.
The sullied sheet was stuffed into a laundry bag, he'd take it to the L. Mat in the morning. Wandering into the bathroom, he splashed water on his sweaty face and bare chest to remove the dew; yanking his hair into a low loose bun, he left the bathroom for his bedroom climbing into the comfortable bed with the now clean and dry sheet. Sleep should have come easily, but he was surprised to find himself wide awake and resisting a second round. Damned teenage stamina. He slipped his hand into his night pants. Round two it was.
The next morning it was raining. Rain in the winter was a nightmare. It was better that it snowed. Snow wasn't as cold in winter compared to when it rains in the season. Irvine was slugging along as he moved about the little home getting ready to trek to Balamb Garden, even with the heater on he felt like he was already outside in the tundra. It's a mental bog. Seifer seemed fine and dandy. An islander all the way since having left Centra with Squall ten or so years ago. The guy barely had on his coat before leaving the place.
Irvine wolfed down his breakfast of apricot slathered toast and scalding coffee so he could catch up to his friend. 'Screw it.' He poured his drink into a to-go cup that they keep in the cabinet and hurried out the front door. "Hang on!" He called out while locking the door.
"Hurry up!" Seifer called back not slowing his pace, although it's already pretty steady and in no real hurry to get to the destination.
His class doesn't start until 10 am. It's currently 8. Irvine caught up to Seifer; he has an umbrella with him covering both of them from the element. Seifer eyeballed the unasked for gesture, but kept going without abandoning the cover.
'Damn, I forgot the sheet.' Thought the sniper glancing over his shoulder at their temporary home. 'Ah well, I'll do it later.'
When they reached Balamb Garden, Seifer wandered away to his friends who awaited his arrival outside the front gate. Irvine heard Raijin asking Seifer "What kept ya, ya know?" before he was out of earshot and headed to class. He's early, but he can use the computer while he waits for class to begin.
"We made a good chunk of change last night, Irvine. Thanks." Seiphie cheered him with clapping hands.
"Yeah? Was there a goal set?"
"No. But the maintenance workers agreed to keep building Trabia." Walking along with Irvine, she cocked her head left and right studying him. "You look tired. No sleep? You should have skipped the movie then."
"Oh, no, it's nothing like that. I just couldn't get in the groove last night. Something was keeping my mind busy." He hid a smile. 'Something. Someone.' A laugh escaped his mouth.
"What?" Selphie wiped at her face.
"Nothing. Honest. I was just thinking about how nice it is here, being with friends."
"Right?!" An added pep in her step, Selphie waved and left his side to enter her class.
Irvine checked his watch, it was awhile before lunch. He'd just have to settle for little peeks through the jungle of teenaged humanity for the Balamb lion. A sensual safari for the eyes. Now that was a fun game which perked the sniper right up. And it was a fun game, with his advantageous height, he'd seen many candid moments from Squall checking his pockets to sweeping back his hair, to even pausing in step to then backtrack to the restroom. Who would ever think the little things could be so infectiously charming.
'I'm in over my head, pardner. You're gonna mess me up by the end of this.' He flicked his gaze away when spotting Squall look his way, and they briefly met eyes. He stumbled into someone as he entered the classroom.
"Hi Irvy," a girl with blonde curls waved at him with her fingers.
"Morning." He smiled handsomely at her. Taking his seat, he checked the message board, smiling at the posts Selphie and Zell wrote.
Zell: I cleared seventeen SIMUS in the training center alone. Score, baby!
Selphie: Movie night was a total success, access granted you're all amazing.
Irvine liked her choice of emoji. A head head-banging. Only Selphie would choose that level of congratulatory expression.
Selphie: Have you all heard about this new phone coming out? You can turn the film into video! I'm getting one as soon as it comes out. Why wait? *gasp* unless someone was planning it as a gift for me?
Zell: Guys I'm having lunch early, I just know they're gonna run out of hot dogs. The feeding frenzy crackle is in the air.
Seifer: Should you two really be wasting time playing in the group chat when class is starting?
Selphie: You aren't disciplinary committee anymore. And you're on the board too, Seifer, tee-hee.
That was the last post.
'Lunch.. If we drag our feet maybe we can be the two at the least crowded table.' He liked the idea of that. It's not truly alone with Squall, but small movements. 'Maybe he'll warm up to the idea of us as a couple?'
"Class, quiet now, we're taking attendance."
It was all nose to the screen after that. Biology could be a real nightmare, if you don't understand it. Irvine is ok, he doesn't do poorly but neither is he among the top four percentile of students. After twenty minutes of teaching banter, the students paired up for class experiments. They're going to learn the formula for effective smoke bombs. This he was certainly going to pay attention to. He once cleared a field simulation in under six minutes using a smoke screen, so having the knowledge to make one on the fly was needed information.
"Is your partnership taken?" Asked the blonde girl from before who'd waved at him earlier.
"Nope. Please, sit." He patted the empty seat beside him. "It's Wynie, right?"
"Mhm. How'd you know?"
"You said "here" when instructor Conrad called your name."
Wynie giggled. "You're in charge, tiger, I'm not so good with all this measuring stuff."
'Sorry, Wynie, I'm currently emotionally taken.' Thought Irvine, just smiling at the advancing interest. He suddenly couldn't wait for class to end.
It was the same for Squall. He suddenly found himself deflecting attention from a girl who came up to him. She was from Balamb, he saw her a few years back when he was fourteen maybe fifteen? She was in his dance class. They weren't partners, he was with another girl, a red-head named Marcella.
"I meant to catch up with you earlier, but there never seemed to be a good time." She was saying.
Squall got up from his chair heading for the exit when hearing the chime to release classes. He doesn't have time for wooing or whatever. However, he was followed directly rather than indirectly as was by the rest of the class. She'd even gone as far as receiving a pop on the shoulder by the door frame as she squeezed through with another student.
"Maybe we could have lunch together and talk?"
Squall sighed outwardly as well as inwardly. It was a mental groan too strong to stay quiet apparently. He needed an out. 'Nothing beats the direct approach.' Squall knew. "I'm not interested."
"Huh?" She stopped walking, taken aback.
"That's what this is leading up to, you wanna ask me out." He shrugged out his hand. "I don't date."
Feigning innocent, the girl chuckled. "I mean, right, it must be tough for you to right now; you have to catch up with classes and everything."
'That's not how I meant it. I meant that I never want to date you.' Squall shrugged his hand. "Think whatever you want." He turned away and left her standing there in the crowd.
It was like that since his recovery became more stable, his movement and speech better. Girls would just spring up out of nowhere and fish for information as to whether or not he's seeing anyone. He would either shoot them down cold, ignore them, or ignore them to their face rather than pretend he hadn't heard them when they called out to him. It's too much of a hassle being popular. He hasn't even done anything! Did he want to protect the school, sure, but not to the degree he'd wound up doing so. It all just sort of happened so fast there was little time to think. And with everyone pushing him to make a decision and take the reigns, of course he'd come out looking like a big shot. It could have been Quistis or Zell just as easily. But for some reason an aloof hero is more attractive than a guy who's preening about it or young woman just doing her usual duty as a more experienced fighter.
As he stepped off the elevator to the first floor he had to wonder if there was truth to that speculation? Have the cadets been vicariously living through him? He was just a rookie SeeD, yet, he did such a big and wonderful thing that it heightened his appeal?
'Teenagers..' Thought Squall with disdain. Until entering the cafeteria and seeing his personal hormonal perk. He picked up his step and hurried into the line so he could stand behind Irvine. Squall noticed that Irvine braided his hair today. It seemed like a tough thing to do alone, but somehow it wasn't resting crooked down his back. 'Hn. Maybe he got Seifer to do it for him..' He inwardly groaned. Best to not start thinking like that. It could get embarrassing. He and Irvine and just friends.
The cadets ahead of him gave a collective groan when the LED flashed that the hot dogs were gone for today. Some people stepped out of line to head to the vending machine, choosing snacks over eating another of the cafeteria selections of nourishment. The food isn't that bad, it's just not as delicious and mouth-watering as a plump, flavorful hot dog.
'Lucky.' Squall thought when watching the owner, Zell, of the last four dogs victory lap to their table.
He looked over the other choices and picked a chicken cutlet and fried potatoes with a side of carrot sticks. Squall had to wonder if it was the combination of other foods rather than the food itself that is so off-putting over hot dogs. Who eats carrots? Irvine caught his eye as he took his tray to the vending machine to grab a bag of chips. Squall quickly looked away. He walked to the table sitting beside Zell but at the other table they take up.
'Might as well get them out of the way.' He picked up a carrot snapping off a regrettably firm piece to eat. Luckily there are only about five to eat.
Quistis took a seat at Zell's other side, she seemed unpreterbed about having to eat a salad with chicken and corn since she missed out on the rush. "Headmaster Cid came back last night; I'd passed by him in the hall. He seemed excited."
"Headmaster always has some low-level of excitement projecting from him." Informed the martial artist, looking as though he was imitating a squirrel storing nuts in his cheeks. He was eating his lunch as if attempting to swallow but save some for later at the same time.
Irvine took a bite of his sandwich, chewing it he caught himself from choking by a light cough. "Zell, gimme a bite of your hot dog," he asked hastily.
"No way! You snooze you lose," his expression bordered on truly appalled to be asked such a favor. Galbadians must not know the rule around Balamb Garden that a man will share his food, but the sacred hot dog no one can touch.
"It's not that, just that I wanna compare tastes," he held out his sandwich. "This meat tastes just like a hot dog."
The others snap their attention to Irvine's lunch. There was just no way.
"What is that?" Selphie ventured first.
"That bologna thing, no one was buying it, so I figured I'd give it a chance."
"Bologna?" Quistis thought out loud. "I thought that's what the lunch ladies were calling compressed scraps."
The others nod to agree. Every cadet knows to steer clear of mystery meats. They usually just take the chicken or turkey sandwiches.
"Please? I won't take a big bite." Assured Irvine.
"No, I just sai.." He gasped when a dog was plucked from his tray. "Hey!"
Seifer tore off a piece then handed it to Irvine, who thanked him. The ex-knight dropped the remains back onto the owner's tray. The guy has four of them, he shouldn't be so stingy. "Don't forget about the 'good neighbor' policy we're trying to instill, Dinky."
Zell glowered. "Chicken-wuss, Dinky, how 'bout you learn my name "deserter", put that into your policy."
Seifer smiled, unfazed by the comment. It's not so much that he's deserted Balamb, but that he feels more at home with the Galbadians. Balamb doesn't want him. The faculty made that perfectly clear when he'd sorta abducted the president of Timber. You're on your own was forever echoing in the chasm it dropped him into.
Ignoring the impending cock-fight, Squall asked his table-mate. "How is it?"
Irvine was astonished. "I mean, one is cold but they're the same." Tearing up the half of his sandwich he didn't take a bite of, he passed it out to his friends, even to the food coveting Zell, who's since moved his defiled tray onto his lap for safekeeping from certain tall blond's that one never could tell was friend or foe.
The group at the offering and slowly felt their world change. It was the same! Exactly the same! How could the lunch ladies not say anything? This was an amazing discovery! No longer will they have to settle for less when the hot dogs run out. There are flat ones just waiting in the wings as a sandwich.
Zell reluctantly picked up the sample and ate it. You would think there was a bug hiding under the slices of bread he took his time to that degree. But once he bit down. Euphoria. Hopping up from his seat he hurried around the table latching onto Irvine. "You're the greatest explorer in Garden!" He peppered kisses on the sniper's cheek.
Laughing, Irvine shoved him aside. "Watch the merchandise," he teased.
Someone unseen coughed an insult of "Fruit Loops", but it went ignored by the war heroes. The none-too-discreet could have been doing that to anyone about anything. Why assume. Plus, it was so juvenile who cared?
"I'm serious, Irv'" Zell took his seat.
Seifer scoffed that Irvine was suddenly "Irv'" after Zell Dincht pretty much treated the guy like a test tightrope walker without a net. "Is our friendship secure?" He would call up at the sniper on the wobbling rope. 'The way to some men must really be through the stomach.'
"I won't have to hire a witch to put a curse on people when they run out of dogs, I can just eat a hot dog sandwich." He gave Irvine a thumbs up with his winning grin.
"We just have to make sure word doesn't get out, or they'll be out of them too." Irvine informed.
"Yeah." Zell cast his blue eyes left then right to check for anyone looking at them. One girl was eyeing their table, but he knows her, she works at the library. And she's far enough away not to catch on to what they were all worked up about. Phew.
Irvine was about to say something to Squall but his buzzing phone silenced him. Seifer's phone went off as well. There seemed to be an outbreak of information because all around the cafeteria phones sounded for attention in a collage of songs, tones, and buzzes.
"Is there a mission?" Squall asked, proud of himself for being discreetly nosy.
Judging by the cheering that wasn't the case.
"Galbadian students can resume classes by the start of next week." Irvine read out loud.
'Dammit.' Squall showed no reaction on the outside, but inside he was ticking off all the things he needs to do before he lost not just Irvine but Seifer too.
Both good friends, possibly more are already living under the same roof. He could only imagine them in Galbadia together. Seifer a newbie would need company. Fujin and Raijin wanted to attend but headmaster Cid practically told them "No". Balamb already lost so many students, they couldn't let go of anymore. At least that's what Seifer reported when he told them about it. He'd likely be eating lunch with his best friends now, if it weren't for conflicting schedules.
'What does it matter. We're just friends, it's what I wanted. Who even knows if Seifer is gay. He could just have a crush on Laguna. Girls say it happens to them all the time, half the Trepies are girls. Quistis doesn't care. She's obviously straight.' He can still recall the creepy feeling he got whenever his former instructor exhibited exclusive attention towards him.
It was a great day when he found out about their shared past, Quistis told him that her feelings were misguided, and it was lucky he'd rejected her advances because to find out what they all now know, thanks to Irvine, it would have made things uncomfortable. She wasn't sure she could handle a break up with someone that she liked a lot.
'Are you happy?' Wondered the gunblader looking between his friends to read their facial expressions. Both seemed indifferent. He was right when he'd decreed that being together with Irvine would be a bad idea. If they were together, could they survive the long distance? His brows knit together when his phone sounded. 'What? Galbadia wants to recruit me?'
It sucks, but, we can still become close. I'll call, email, and text. - Irvine.
Squall had been so in his head that he hadn't noticed Irvine typing on his phone. He was relieved that he wouldn't be cast aside. He may not remember Irvine from their childhood, but to be fair.. when he spoke with his beloved sister over the phone, it was as if talking to a stranger. He loves her so much in his feelings but his head can't get around it. Maybe it's because she grew up, her face changed somewhat. It's just not registering. The thought made him wonder just who was Irvine to him, if he can't recall the chatty good-nature kid version either, and yet Irvine has that well of a place with all of them. Including Squall.
'Was he up at Sis's level, or just forgettable in comparison to the loud, bullying, crybaby, know-it-all that are the others?'
Only time would tell. And thanks to that message, it would seem he's run out of it...
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"Y'know," Irvine began when he found Squall in the library. He caught sight of him roaming the aisles and he joined him on the other side of the shelf. Peeking through he continued speaking when the wanderer looked over the row of books seeing him there. "I'm happy to go back to Galbadia, but I'm really gonna miss you guys."
"You'll have Seifer." He hadn't meant for it to come out snarky but it had. He glanced over the tops of the books eyeing Irvine through the overhead space.
"Yeah, but I missed everyone. I'm glad to be back with you all."
"You could stay."
"I don't really want to. My home ain't here." He frowned. "You know what I mean."
"Yeah." He nodded. He does know. He could attend Galbadia easily, but remain there. It just didn't sit right with him. He doesn't know how Seifer was going to do it. Didn't he care about Balamb at all? 'Although, when your home tells you you're on your own because they don't like your actions, that could be really damaging.' And after all that's happened he knows how deep Seifer's feelings run when he's passionate about something. The guy started the Disciplinary Committee to keep students in line. That wasn't just some random power move, he wanted them to be better people... and yeah, he may have enjoyed being a little cruel about it. But he was still showing love for the place. 'Like Irvine, Seifer probably feels he has no choice anymore.'
"Wanna hang out at my place tonight? We could party on our last day in the area..?" Irvine, to Squall's horror, exhibited a few dance moves. "Go all out, food, music, dancing."
"Maybe a small get-together would be better." He grabbed the book he wanted. "Just some games and food."
"Perfect. Keeping it simple is always best."
'Not always...'
Irvine seemed to sober, as if sensing Squall's mood. "So like.. are you.. I mean, it's none of my business in the first place but.. Are you gonna," Irvine felt his gut clench. 'How am I supposed to ask something like that without sounding like the world's biggest jerk?'
"You can see whomever you want."
"I won't." He retorted quicker than he'd meant to. "I mean.. You can, if that's what you want."
"I'm not interested in anyone."
"Someone might come up." He scratched the back of his head.
"That's tough for them." He thought to himself. 'And what about you? What if someone comes along who likes you, and wants to go out? Are you gonna remember this conversation then?'
"Do you wanna get away with me over the weekend, just the two of us?"
"Where would we go?" He hated hearing the hopefulness in his tone, but it was there. Irvine likely heard it.
"I don't know. We could just drive. Hit every gas station until we need to turn around."
Squall felt a laugh brewing in his stomach. That was the most ridiculously Irvine plan. He blinked wondering how he would know such a thing? He's only really known the guy as he is now for all of a half a month up until recently after his waking up from the coma. Some snippet of recall from the past perhaps? It's possible. But, whether that was true or not, he liked that it was there. Just as he liked learning about Irvine's middle name. 'A road trip could be a good idea.' His eyes smiled between the literature. "Alright. Let's do it."
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Commentary: I am sorry about the clunky reading of that concert scene. I had done it months before the rest of the chapter, so it might have been in rough draft form and I didn't check it a third time after adding things. I'll go back and fix it along the way. But thank you for the review, LaylaEvercrest; writing Seifer is one of my favorite things.
Thanks everyone for reading, and any favorite or follow is appreciated and I'll try to not let the alert signal lag for too many weeks.
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