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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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Chapter 5

Deciding to put any negative thoughts away for later (Zell had never been much to think first and act later, since he�d obviously would miss out on many interesting things), the blond lost himself in the present and decided to participate a little more than he currently was.

After knowing these people as long as he had (although some things were easier to remember than others) Zell had them all pretty well figured out. Or he lived under the pretence that he did.

And one of the things he�d learned over the years was their pressure points. They had all been discovered very innocently, since being the resident martial artist with a demonstrated vicious grip also made you the preferred massage therapist.

Squall had one point just at the junction of his left neck and shoulder, one Zell knew for sure to be connected with the brunettes more private parts since Squall had faked sleep after he�d been given a massage and refused to roll over and he therefore attacked it ruthlessly now with his thumb, making Squall moan around him and sending the most heavenly shivers along his nervous system.

With Squall�s ministrations never faltering in their intensity, no matter how much distraction Zell tried to force on him, the blond felt himself nearing his peak. His breath was coming in short and irregular puffs, his skin was flushed and heated, his limbs twitching uncontrollably but the outward signs of his arousal was nothing compared to the scalding fire raging in his groin.

Hyne, but he would not be able to withstand anymore of this sweet torture!

�Squall�, he groaned and it seemed like the name was all the added aphrodisiac he could take before he let himself go.

His mind went blank, the time stopped and he felt suspended in air as immaculate euphoria washed over him in waves. He might have screamed, or the sound could have caught in his throat, but Zell didn�t hear anything as his back arched and he squeezed his eyes shut.

He felt Squall move away, but kept working him with his hand, the touch softening in time with Zell.

It was like all the strength in his body had fled, even his eyelids were to heavy to lift. Squall shifted by his knees, not moving away but moving back.

He managed to crack an eye open, trying to focus on the dark shadow that loomed above him.

�Wow�, he croaked, collecting himself slowly, and began to sit up.

He caught one glimpse of Squall�s sweaty skin, the reddened pouting lips and the undisguised wanton desire in his eyes and Zell pounced. Even in his post-orgasmic bliss, Zell could relate to the wild need of completion and fulfilment that Squall craved and he�d be damned if he wouldn�t give it to him.

�I�ll have you know", Zell began huskily, surprising himself at how steady his voice was. �I never give as good as I get; I give better. Martial arts code of conduct.�

Squall gave a needy sigh, pulling Zell down towards him. �I think I�ll thank your grandfather for spurring you into martial arts�, Squall whispered, vocal cords failing him. �But I don�t think he�d meant it to be used for sex.�

�Why not? They�re both physical activities that require stamina, strength and� passion.�

The way dusky grey stared into piercing blue, they came to a mutual agreement that talking was no longer required and that Zell should immediately put his mouth to much better use. Like, right now.

Knowing fully well how intensely Squall lusted, Zell wasted little time tugging down the pants just enough so he could gain better access, before he helped himself to the delicious feast sprawled before him.

The sound Squall produced could be called nothing less than a scream, followed by a sob and then a mewl that almost had Zell laughing. It was obvious Squall hadn�t received oral attention like this in a while and by the way he was hyperventilating, almost tearing Zell�s hair out, the blond wondered if he had ever been given head.

With a devilish grin, Zell made full use of both of his hands, deciding to up the ante a little bit. He wouldn�t go too far, not when it felt like they were speeding past breakneck in the wrong lane with oncoming traffic, but just raising the stakes enough to ensure that Zell was serious about this and in it for more than just mutual suction.

��

Squall felt his body buck widely, but it was beyond his own control. What was being done to him in such an amazingly sexy way was often fantasized about, but never before fulfilled. At least not like this, not with the preferred partner himself, and not with a skill that must proceed way above natural talent.

The way Zell�s hot tongue would sweep teasingly up his erection, just before sucking him all in to the hilt, warm moisture allowed to trickle down to his most intimate area.

He almost choked when he felt a finger softly slide over his opening without any warning. He shuddered and his mouth tried to form words but to no avail, possibly because Squall wasn�t sure if he wanted to encourage this risky move or make Zell stop, because no matter how careful and sinfully distracting the fighter was, it still felt weird and uncomfortable.

�Ze-�

His breath hitched as the finger applied gentle pressure, rubbing into him without breaking through. Squall whimpered and tried to crawl away from the unexpected and unnerving contact and Zell immediately took notice and removed his finger, renewing his efforts on Squall�s more demanding body part in a way of apology.

The brunette weaved his fingers into Zell�s hair again, trying his hardest not to pull but new he did it anyway. He needed an anchor to keep him grounded or he feared he would elevate from the sofa and float away and Zell�s soft tresses and the way they would tangle around his finger also made him painfully away of how real this was, since he could no longer keep a visual of the amazing blond by his legs.

With a strangled moan, Squall felt his toes curl. Oh, he was so close he was surprised he hadn�t exploded yet. Zell was still working him with two hands, stimulating him to a state of frenzy. He knew he was saying something, but the words wouldn�t reach his own ears, except for an incomprehensible murmur. He meant it to be encouraging, and a warning of his impending orgasm that he had no way of delaying any longer. Zell only sucked him deeper, massaged him harder and� hummed.

With a scream loud enough to breach thick walls and steel doors, Squall erupted in mindless ecstasy, his eyes wide open but blind to anything around him. He was struggling for air as his hips arched of the sofa, and he cried out again as Zell swallowed.

He collapsed in a boneless heap, feeling more than hearing Zell purr happily into his stomach. His body had never been this deliciously free of tension before, with every muscle reduced to wobbling jelly, and he didn�t feel inclined to move just yet, and the blond at his waist seemed to have come to the same conclusion.

As he came back to his senses, his hand felt its way onto the sweat soaked skin of Zell�s shoulder, feebly tugging the blond upward, to come and rest by his side. Zell complied slowly, his face adorably flushed as he smiled down at Squall, moisture still glistening on his chin. Without hesitation, the Commander pulled him down for a soft, unhurried kiss, more intense than their first but less passionate than their previous. And in some ways more intimate than anything that had happened just minutes before.

�If this is the reaction I get from my food, I think I�ll consider cooking a little more often.�

Squall smiled and nuzzled into Zell�s neck, lazily throwing an arm over his new lover's waist.

�As long as you don�t serve it to others, it�s fine by me.�

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They spent the few hours before Selphie�s big party lounging on the sofa, childishly entertaining themselves by dripping melted ice-cream in each others mouths in between lazy kisses and shy whispers of endearment.

Zell had almost forgotten the reason why their current intimacy had taken place, because Squall was acting very much like Squall, although in a very new and uncharacteristic setting. The brunette kept his voice low, his smiles no more than a tug at the corner of his mouth, eyes the cool and polished stones they always were but that was combined with a tender hand stroking Zell�s still shirtless back, lips tracing every outline of his face and the words that escaped him was unlike any Zell had ever heard him speak before.

It wasn�t until Squall gently pushed him off with a glance at the time, and proclaimed that the party started in thirty minutes and that they ought the get ready, that Zell remembered, clearly.

Squall never went to a party of his own - free- will.

Zell frowned at the wrinkled state his shirt was in, trying to shake it straight, but failed.

�Can�t you iron it?� Squall asked innocently from his bathroom, helping himself to Zell�s hair gel.

�I don�t know how to iron! Selphie always does it for me, in return for helping her with the Festival Committee.�

Squall emerged from the bathroom, hair now looking its usual perfect condition, with an amused raise of his eyebrows.

�Can�t you ask her to do it then?�

�She�s probably already at the Quad, and� I don�t know, maybe she doesn�t want me to�.�

Squall�s expression turned serious and he walked over to Zell, grabbing him rather harshly by his upper arms.

�Selphie�s been your best friend since before either of us can recall. You remember what matron used to tell us, that the two of you could be twins, with how alike you were? She must�ve had a seriously good reason for not showing up tonight. Besides, she did buy you that gift.�

�What gift?�

Squall suddenly blushed, a strained �heh�, escaped him before he trotted over to the dinner table. He had placed the gift on one of the chairs while he�d set the table earlier, and then he�d forgotten all about it. He produced it almost shyly, handing it to Zell without meeting his eyes.

Zell tossed his shirt away carelessly and accepted it gingerly, but just as he began to tug at the bow, he changed is mind and his wild grin slipped away slowly. He put it aside on the coffee table, tilting his head at Squall.

�But why didn�t she say anything? I mean, she stopped by right before� Hey, wait a minute! Do you think they were setting us up?�

With a casual shrug and with his face back to it's usual pale complexion, Squall walked over to the sofa, and sat down on the armrest. �It would undoubtedly be their style.�

�Their?�

With his ears peaked with interest, Zell joined the brunette, slowly lowering himself to sit on the coffee table, pushing the gift aside to make space.

�Selphie, on her own, would never be able to keep it a secret. The fact that she was here before, shows it clearly. And the only other one I know that has a weakness for gossip and matchmaking is Quistis, who also happens to be a very qualified team leader.�

�And Seifer? How did they manage to recruit him? Ask him to help you keep a secret and he�ll yell it out to the world.�

�Maybe, but he has been very accommodating with keeping his mouth shut about Halloween, don�t you agree?�

Zell snorted and rolled his eyes. �Yeah, but that�s coz he wants something from you. Although, maybe he wants something from Quistis too�� The blonde interrupted himself with a lewd smirk. �And I bet I know exactly what it is he wants.�

�Well then�, Squall said, a mischievous glint in his sparkling greyish eyes. �Maybe it�s time we returned the favor, yeah?�

��

The party had been going on for about an hour and Selphie was beginning to freak out. The fact that she had no Irvine there to calm her down was dramatically apparent, and she wasn�t sure how many more questions about his absence she could take. Quistis was displaying her usual calm and any attempt to rile her up was futile. The only one who seemed as agitated as Selphie, was -surprisingly- Seifer. He was positioned by the balcony door, the blood red punch (again, one of Zell�s recipes) in the bowl beside him vanishing in an alarming pace. She made her way over the dance floor, stopped every so often by people who wanted to congratulate her on yet another amazing party. It made her smile, but did nothing to stop the fluttering of her heart.

Seifer looked up as she approached and gave her a quick and unconvincing smile.

�Bottoms up�, she said, helping herself to a plastic cup of her own.

�Sorry to say it, Selph and it has nothing to do with your party, but this sucks.�

�Yeah, I know.�

They stood there for a moment, side by side, Selphie in a pink ballerina-like outfit and Seifer in pale jeans and black turtleneck.

�You think they�ve killed each other?� Selphie asked suddenly, eyes fixed on the entrance.

�Nah, either they�re both sulking in their rooms, or�.something else.�

Another long silence.

�But you�re not sure?�

�No.�

Two cups of punch later.

�Wanna go make sure?�

�I�ll be right behind you.�

��

Quistis watched her two accomplices as they exited the Quad, a small smile playing on her lips. It was rather adorable to see Seifer acting so nervous. He would never admit it, but he�d fitted in better than he ever would have hoped and somewhere along the way, he and Zell had gotten, well, she supposed they could be called friends. And not just with Zell, all of them. The fact that he just left with Selphie (Quistis knew for a fact that there was nothing going on between them romantically) proved how comfortable he was around her as well. It had been strained after Ultimecia, between Seifer and Selphie. The young girl not only feeling responsible for something she could�ve done nothing about, but she had also been the one taking the loss of the tall blond the hardest. Not even Quistis, with her slight infatuation with Seifer, had cried as much as Selphie had. They had after all always acted like brother and sister.

She looked out over the crowd gathered, but not really seeing it. She didn�t regret their mission tonight, not a single part of it, but she couldn�t help feeling a little guilty. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she began to doubt that she was a hundred percent certain. Maybe just eighty-five percent.

Honestly, it was probably closer to fifty.

She had tried hard not to think about it, but with time came the doubts that she had caused a terminal rift between Squall and Zell and if that was the case, she would not be able to forgive herself.

After a few more moments of wallowing in insecurity, she followed Seifer and Selphie, running as fast as her black stiletto heels would allow her.

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