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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: Hehe. Irvy grew a pair.

Eoko:
And here I thought he already had a set.

Kitty:
Guess not, which makes you wonder... y'know, stuff.

Eoko:
Yea, especially since there's been pretty involved lemons
too.

Kitty:
-giggles- Hmm, I guess they must be figurative then, huh?

Eoko:
Or, maybe now they're figurative?

Kitty:
That's what I meant. The ones he grows must be figurative.

Eoko:
Then I agree with you. ^^

Kitty: Yay! Geeze we talk shit...

Eoko:
Yea, they should go read...

Kitty: Good
idea. I agree with you too.

Chapter, The
Fifty-Seventh: In Which Irvine
Has Grown a Pair.

Irvine stirred to the sound of Zell�s even breathing and the twitch of his
fingers against his thigh. A slight grin touched the sharpshooter�s lips � it
always amused him how Zell seemed even to possess enough energy to keep him
moving in sleep. He sighed happily and shifted, stretching like a cat and
revelling in the heavy-limbed feeling of being thoroughly pleasured. Then he
stilled.

It
was Seifer.

Yes, it was. Seifer had pleased him, and
he�d pleased Seifer in return, and then they�d both pleased Zell. But Seifer
wasn�t there. He was surprised to find that the absence was disappointing. But
he shifted onto his back, careful not to disturb Zell, and analysed the
feeling.

Seifer was good. He demanded obedience in a far more overt way than Zell did.
He used his height and his size to his best advantage and� and he�d been so
gentle.

I
won�t force him� I�d never force anyone!

And he was a brilliant lover. Irvine
closed his eyes and remembered how it had all felt and realised he would rather
like it to happen again. He glanced at Zell and knew it didn�t make his hunger
for the fighter any less. He would rather like Zell to take him again as well.

As if Zell could hear Irvine thinking about him, he stirred and his
eyes flickered open. A smile curved his lips and he pressed a lazy, good
morning kiss to the sharpshooter�s mouth, into which Irvine melted gladly.

�Mmm�� Zell
purred. �You taste like me and Seifer.� It wasn�t until after he said it that
Zell realised it might not be taken the best way, but Irvine smiled shyly.

�Well, I, like,
suppose that�s to be expected.�

�It�s sexy�� the fighter said lowly,
nuzzling Irvine�s
shoulder.

�You think everythin�
about me�s sexy.�

�Especially this��

Irvine craned his neck in an effort to see what Zell was nosing at. After
a few moments, he saw it was a bite, one that didn�t bear the fighter�s
distinctive little fangs.

�Oh� I remember that� right when� mmm�� He trailed off, a slightly goofy grin curving his
elegant mouth.

Zell laughed.

�That good�?�

�That good�� Irvine affirmed. �So good.�

�Hey! Sounds like I might be without a
lover soon!�

Irvine chuckled.

�Naw. I like it when you touch me too much to go without it. But� maybe��
He dropped his eyes, a little embarrassed. �Maybe Seifer� might want to do it
again� sometime��

�Maybe he might,� Zell replied, refraining
from leaping out of bed and dancing a jig around the bed. One
down, one to go.

It didn�t surprise him that Irvine had warmed to the
idea so quickly. Seifer was the perfect top, and Irvine, the perfect bottom. He liked being told what to do, and taken
care of and taken in general. Of course he would want a repeat with such a
dominant partner.

He snapped out of his contemplation when Irvine gave a wriggle and
started to worm his way out of the fighter�s arms. Zell tightened his grip a
little.

�Where are you going?�

To have a shower so I�m respectable enough
to go get somethin� to eat. I�m starvin��
And he rolled out of bed and stood, absently fingering Seifer�s bite mark as he
sauntered through to the bathroom.

Zell entertained naughty fantasies about
pouncing on Irvine
while he showered, but discarded them abruptly when he realised he, too, was
hungry. He waited his turn, because he knew they wouldn�t be able to shower
together without something more happening, then slipped in after Irvine while the
sharpshooter dried off and dressed.

�To the Cafeteria!� Zell proclaimed when he too was dried and dressed, and they went,
laughing and talking as they walked.

When they sat down with their breakfast, Irvine was first to
notice Seifer. The sharpshooter would swear black and blue there was literal
heat radiating from Seifer�s eyes, because he felt them on him. The fact that he
had a banana in his mouth at the time was just priceless, and the look on
Seifer�s face even more so.

Hyne, he was sexy. Irvine had never considered it before, too
busy being terrified of and hating the gunbladist, but after last night, it was
impossible to ignore. Instead, he gave a slight smirk and did an incredibly
naughty thing with his tongue that always made Zell moan. �Priceless� no longer
covered the look on Seifer�s face.

�You really shouldn�t do that in public,
Baby, or I might just tackle you to the floor and fuck you right now.�

Irvine looked back at Zell and shook his head, chuckling.

�Is that all you think about?�

�With you sitting there giving head to that
lucky, lucky banana? What else would I think of?�

Irvine just laughed. It was a little while before he looked at Seifer
again, somewhere in the middle of a detailed description of how amazingly
intuitive one of his new students was. The gunbladist threw a pen, then looked
around, caught Irvine�s
eyes and looked away again. By now, the sharpshooter was only half-listening to
Zell, if that, because watching Seifer was just too damn funny. He glanced back
at the fighter for a moment, and when he looked back at Seifer, the gunbladist
was making the oddest faces and movements with his mouth.

Irvine�

He caught that, and forgot he should be
appearing attentive to Zell. It wasn�t long before the fighter realised he
wasn�t listening and turned to see what he was looking at. Seifer looked away
like he�d been caught by Matron looking at nudie-posters through a sex-shop
window.

�What is
he doing?� Zell asked, watching the gunbladist with great interest.

�I have no idea, but whatever it is, he�s
been, like, doin� it for the last twenty minutes,� Irvine replied around a
laugh.

�It�s lucky he�s hot, because sometimes he
can be so idiotic�� Zell muttered.

�Ha. Look who�s talkin��

�Hey!�

Before Zell could think of any comeback, Irvine was on his feet
and half way across the cafeteria. Damn long legs� Zell scrambled to his feet
just as Irvine
was sitting beside the gunbladist.

�What do you want?� Seifer muttered. As if plaguing every waking moment of today
isn�t bad enough�

He felt bad instantly when Irvine flinched.

��Sorry, I didn�t mean to snap�� The
apology was out before he remembered that one, he was Seifer Almasy and didn�t
apologise and two, this was Irvine Kinneas, who didn�t deserve to be apologised
to.

�Naw, it�s okay�� Irvine
said, then trailed off into an uncomfortable silence.
Why had he come over anyway? He didn�t know. But� being close to Seifer�

�You guys must feel a little weird after
last night�� Zell said, dropping into a chair across from both of them.

�Yeah, no kidding,
Chicken. Where do you get off pulling something
like that?� Seifer growled before Irvine
even had a chance to open his mouth. The gunbladist quickly flipped the stupid
little paper shut when he realised it was lying there in plain sight, then sat
back in his chair, folding his arms and refusing to look at either of them.

Hyne, Irvine
smelled good� Seifer just wanted to- Not
going there. I won�t even look at him. Good plan.

�I� uh� That is� I just wanted�� Zell
trailed off, struggling with his words, and ran a distracted hand through his
hair, groaning a little. �I-I�m sorry�� he said eventually.

Seifer just grunted.

�You don�t gotta
be sorry� �least not to me�� Irvine said suddenly, and the other two
looked at him, despite Seifer�s recent promise to himself that he would never
look at the sharpshooter again. He was looking at his hands, long fingers clad
in those soft leather fingerless gloves he and Zell both favoured, and fiddling
with an old bullet casing that must have been in a pocket. �It� was�� He looked
up, eyes catching Seifer�s, and told the gunbladist directly; �It was� so good�
I had a good time� I thought� maybe you did too��

Seifer snorted and tore his eyes away,
glaring at the tabletop. That wide-eyed, begging look didn�t irritate him
anymore, but did entirely different things to him. He knew they were both
studying him, and he knew Zell at least would be able to read him like a book.
He twitched when fingers inched under the edge of his shirt, dipped down
against his hip bone and then glared when he realised both of Zell�s hands were
still on the table.

Irvine smile was positively evil and he shifted across one chair so he
could press against Seifer�s side.

�Since when did you grow a pair, Kinneas?�
Seifer blurted, more than a little flustered.

�Since Zell taught me what I like, and how
best to get it. See� there�s places I can touch on him
that�ll, like, have him pouncin� on me in the next
ten seconds�� He lowered his voice to a whisper so Zell couldn�t hear � the
fighter was completely gobsmacked at this stage,
frozen solid and staring � and put his mouth against Seifer�s ear, hand dipping
lower under the edge of Seifer�s boxers and finding his already twitching
length. �He thinks he�s in control, but he has no idea� I move my hand like this�� He curled his fingers, nails
raking lightly down Seifer�s length. The gunbladist made a bitten-off sound
between his teeth and his hands fisted on the table. �Yeah.
Exactly�� Irvine
purred, smirking.

Seifer suddenly pushed away from the table,
chair falling over with a clatter as he stood abruptly. Irvine looked up at him, all innocence � My arse he�s innocent. His eyes narrowed, then
slid to the near-catatonic Zell and a hand flashed out to bury itself in the
fighter�s shirt. He leaned forward, a knee going onto the table, and kissed the
fighter with almost brutal force, intent on upsetting Irvine. Nothing else he tried to do would
come anymore, taunts, names, any of it!

Zell blinked, then
opened his mouth to the kiss, fighting for control of it for a few moments
before relinquishing that control to Seifer. The gunbladist loved it. He always
enjoyed the fight Zell gave him. His eyes moved to Irvine as the fighter�s fingers curled into
his jacket, pulling him closer so that he overbalanced a little and had to put
a hand against the table.

The sharpshooter was smirking.

�Wow, Zell�� he drawled. �He really do got you
whipped. I wondered��

The fighter broke away from the kiss
panting and glared at Irvine,
who�s smirk only grew.

�And don�t you go forgetting who�s got you whipped, Cowboy�� he growled, and
gained a chuckle for his efforts.

�Never.�

Seifer suddenly growled and stalked out of
the Cafeteria, leaving them both behind. Irvine
arched a brow, then glanced at Zell.

�I think he was trying to upset you with
that,� Zell said, licking his lips briefly.

�I also think he were tryin�
to insult me earlier, but couldn�t do it. Guess he must�ve liked it too��

�He�d be an idiot not to,� Zell murmured
and Irvine
smiled.

�Yeah, but maybe I shouldn�t have put my
hand down his pants just then��

�You had your hand down his pants?!�

�Yessiree.�

Zell�s face went dreamy and Irvine rolled his eyes,
poking his lover repeatedly until he snapped out of it.

�I think we better give Seifer some time,�
the fighter said. �He�s got to come to terms with things on his own.�

Irvine nodded, then his eyes went wide and before Zell could turn or ask
what he was looking at, he was sprawled on his face on the table, a bundle of
energy atop him with her legs wrapped around his waist.

�Was I right, or was I right?!� she squealed right in his ear.

Irvine was trying not to laugh. He grinned at Anasha
who was following Selphie at a more sedate pace, and patted the chair beside
him, which she took with a smile.

�How do you put up with her�?� he wondered.

�C�mon! Tell me I was right! I was right,
wasn�t I? Wasn�t I right? I was! Ha!� By now, she had an arm around his neck
and was giving him the noogie from hell.

�Selphie! You�re messing up my hair!�

�All that energy is put to
much better use in bed�� Anasha replied, grinning.

�Say it! Say I was right! I�ve been
watching you three for the last hour
and I know I was right! Wasn�t I? Wasn�t I? Wasn�t I? Wasn�t I? Wasn�t-�

�Okay!
Yes, Selphie, you were right!�

�I knew I was right! My plan was a flawless
victory!�

�I don�t know about �flawless�� Irvine muttered. �Seifer
ain�t so keen on the whole event��

�But you are?!�

Selphie was suddenly off Zell�s back and in
Irvine�s lap,
grinning like an idiot. She bounced excitedly and Irvine wondered how he could ever have
thought he might be in love with her. Then again, he mused, he supposed the one
night he�d spent with her was good� if you liked that sort of thing�

�Well� I��

�Selphie, don�t pester him!� Zell muttered,
shifting back into his chair.

Selphie stopped bouncing and turned to look
at him, then smirked.

�Are you jealous?�

�What? Of who?�

�Me.
�Cause I�m in your li�l cutie-pie�s lap? Huh? Huh?�
She reached up and stroked Irvine�s
cheek.

�No,� Zell said shortly, right hand
squeezing a napkin into a ball.

�Get off him, Selph,� Anasha
said amusedly. �Before you get so disfigured I won�t want you to put your
tongue a-�

�Oh, Hyne, stop!� Zell begged, making a
face which Irvine
matched.

Selphie giggled, but hopped off Irvine�s lap and sat down
beside him.

�Anyway! Give me all the details! Was he good? Is he hot? Does he scream, or
just sort of sigh? Or-�

�It�s none of your business!� Irvine said, obviously
mortified.

�Sure it is! It was my idea!�

The sharpshooter stared at her like she�d
grown an extra leg in the middle of her forehead.

�It� was?�

�Yup! And looks like it worked! Well, some of it anyways. I�m sure Seifer�ll come around, right? �Right�?� The last was
hopeful and she looked between the two men, eyes wide.

�Hope so,� Zell said. �I know� I know he
wants Irvine�
but he�s finding that difficult to accept. I guess Seifer�s just so used to
hating him and teasing him that actually wanting
to be with him pisses him off.�

�Hmm� I can see how that would happen,�
Selphie said. �Maybe I should go talk to him!�

�I don�t think you need to do that, Selph��
Irvine said,
but he knew she would do what she wanted no matter what he said.

Anasha just rolled her eyes.
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