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Kitty: Waa, so
tired... -falls on Eoko- You do the author's notes.

Eoko: Nuh-uh.
I already waited for you to do the update. I'm not doing the A/Ns alone now.

Kitty: -snore-

Eoko: -kicks Kitty- Wake up.

Kitty: -snorts-
I don't wanna pet the fish...

Eoko: You don't have a pet fish.
You have a pet cowboy.

Kitty: -wakes
up- XD I'll pet him! I bought my cosplaying hat on
Saturday. It only cost $11!

Eoko: Woot!
I bought Dane Cook's Tourgasm DVD. WOOT!

Kitty: I put
a pre-order on a game called Okami and also FINAL
FANTASY XII!!!!!!!! Oh, and we finished Twilight Princess. XD

Eoko: Good things all around it
seems. And an update, albeit a bit late, for all you readers.

Kitty: It's
my fault 'cause I haven't been on much.

Eoko: Well, just think. You don't
have to wait as long for the next!

Kitty: Hopefully...
-giggles-

Eoko: This is true. Well, go read
and enjoy!

Chapter, The Fifty-Ninth: In Which No One is Alone.

Three days later they were watching a movie
after going out to dinner when Seifer knew he couldn�t
possibly wait any longer. Irvine was half draped over himself, half draped over Zell, and the fighter
was stroking his unbound hair. Seifer�s own hand
stroked the sharpshooter�s thigh. Thus far, he hadn�t thought it polite to
initiate anything, and besides, he�d reasoned as he held Irvine in the corridor
that day, the poor thing was probably still tender from the night before.

But the veiled looks and kittenish noises
Irvine kept giving signalled both the blonds that he didn�t care to wait
anymore either. They exchanged glances and in the same moment as Zell bent to lick at Irvine�s neck, Seifer
ran his hand higher, fingertips ghosting over the front of the sharpshooter�s
pants. He sighed, a smile curving his elegant lips.

�Took you two long enough�� he breathed.

Zell just gave a low growl, nipping at Irvine�s skin and licking his
throat like a hungry wolf. Seifer couldn�t help but
watch him, captivated by the easy control he exerted over the sharpshooter and
his reactions without even having to resort to a show of his considerable
strength. He had never seen this side of Zell.

Then Irvine lifted his hips against the
stilled hand, bringing Seifer�s attention back, and
the gunbladist smirked, massaging teasingly. The
sharpshooter gave a quavering moan, fingers curling into loose fists.

�Hyne, you make
me feel unworthy� Like you�re a god or something�� Seifer
breathed, hands going to the buttons of Irvine�s dress shirt. The sharpshooter
blushed faintly, and it didn�t annoy Seifer anymore.

�You never said anything like that to me,� Zell complained theatrically, pouting at Seifer.

�That�s because you just make me
feel like pinning you down and fucking you stupid.�

�Oh, that�s romantic�� Zell muttered. �Should I leave you two alone?�

�Naw� Kiss me
instead,� Irvine purred in a tone that couldn�t be denied. Zell
chuckled and bent to answer his request, fingers curling under the
sharpshooter�s chin as he parted his lips beneath the fighter�s and welcomed
his tongue with a tiny whimper. Zell kissed him
tenderly, deeply and thoroughly, and one hand came up to the back of the
fighter�s head, long fingers burying themselves in
golden hair.

Seifer finally got all the buttons undone and pushed open Irvine�s shirt,
wordlessly murmuring his appreciation at the revealed sight. He bent to lick at
the sharpshooter�s navel and gained a groan and a slight arch in return.

�I think we should take this somewhere more
comfortable�� Zell said lowly against Irvine�s mouth.
Seifer ignored him, still lapping at the
sharpshooter�s stomach, and Irvine could only whimper and twist. The fighter
allowed himself a moment to watch them, a smile curving his lips, then he pushed at Seifer�s head,
forcing him to back off.

�Zell�� Irvine
whined.

Zell just laughed and lifted Irvine into his arms, standing in the same
movement. Irvine grinned at Seifer, then turned his
head and nipped at Zell�s neck as the fighter carried
him through to the bedroom. Seifer wondered idly if
they�d all known this would happen tonight, since they�d returned to his room
by unanimous decision, and he did have the biggest bed.

Zell lay Irvine down and pushed the sharpshooter�s shirt off, then bent
to capture a nipple between his lips, suckling gently. Seifer
followed his lead, slipping onto the bed and descending on the neglected
nipple. Irvine gave a strangled cry and arched off the bed, hands dropping to
twist in the sheets.

�He�s so sensitive�� Seifer
paused long enough to comment.

�I know,� Zell
replied and Irvine moaned.

After a moment, Seifer
sat up to fight his way out of his shirt, and Zell
took the opportunity to straddle Irvine, pinning his arms above his head and kissing
him hard and passionate. The sharpshooter lifted his knees, cradling Zell�s hips between his thighs, and whimpered into the kiss
when the fighter rolled his hips in an overtly claiming movement. He fought Zell�s grip, wanting to touch him, wanting to get his
clothes off, but the stocky blond ignored him, demanding with his tongue that
Irvine respond to the kiss.

When Seifer made
a low sound, Zell paused to look at him with a slight
grin and Irvine panted softly, eyes mostly closed. The fighter sat up and
reached for Seifer, fingers curving over his bare
shoulders and pulling him into a kiss. He gave in to Seifer,
opening his mouth and accepting the gunbladist�s
tongue within his mouth, but at the same time, he rocked his hips against
Irvine�s, balancing submission with dominance effortlessly. Then Seifer tackled him off Irvine and pinned him down, making
the kiss deeper, hungrier, and Zell whimpered
faintly, fingers clutching at Seifer�s pants.

Irvine blinked, then propped himself a
little to see why the attentions had stopped. He couldn�t help the slight blush
that coloured his cheeks. Watching the two of them together reminded him what
he�d gotten himself into. And only three months ago he�d been �straight�. But
he couldn�t deny being fascinated by the slow inch of Seifer�s
hand down beneath the waistband of Zell�s shorts, or
by watching their mouths move against one another. Nor could he deny being really
turned on by it. In fact, he mused, he could gladly just watch them for the
next three hours or so.

However, that wasn�t they were here and
they all knew it. Seifer broke the kiss long enough
to get rid of Zell�s shirt and before he could bend,
Irvine had ducked in to lick at Zell�s navel, making
him groan, then he worked his way up to a nipple. Seifer
growled, but Irvine just laughed through his nose and reached out to pat the gunbladist�s leg consolingly. Then he bit gently at Zell�s nipple and the fighter squirmed, one hand gripping
at Irvine�s hair.

�You really are quite the little sex
kitten, aren�t you, Kinneas?� Seifer
said, and Irvine looked up at him through red-gold lashes, smirking.

�I think you got Zell
to thank for that,� he said.

�Nn� only a bit,�
the fighter said humbly. �Believe me, he�s just a natural. I only had to help
him see it.�

�And I guess I got both of you to thank for
that,� Irvine added.

�Me? I didn�t do anything except�� Seifer trailed off and Irvine just smiled.

�Don�t worry none
about that, Seifer� It�s past. I forgave Zell, I forgive you, too. I think you�ll be payin� me back in spades anyhow.� The purr in his voice was
unmistakable, and it made Seifer groan and pull him
up for a kiss. Irvine submitted gladly, melting in that way the gunbladist was already addicted to. As the sharpshooter
knelt up to give Seifer better access, Zell reached out to undo the sharpshooter�s pants and dip a
hand inside, shifting silk boxers out of the way to wrap a hand around his
length. Irvine whimpered into the kiss as Zell
stroked him, and he clutched at Seifer�s shoulders
while the gunbladist slid a hand into the waves of
auburn hair.

Then Zell rubbed
the pad of his thumb hard across the tip of Irvine�s length and he broke away
from the kiss, hissing the fighter�s name. Seifer was
faintly surprised the sharpshooter could keep track of who�s hands were where.
But then, he mused, he probably knew Zell�s touch.

Zell gave a slight twist of his hand and Irvine yelped softly, burying
his face against Seifer�s neck. The gunbladist met the fighter�s eyes and they both knew
without having to speak that they would make sure Irvine enjoyed every second
of tonight. They�d both treated him like dirt and he deserved that much from
them.

Zell sat up, an arm sliding around Irvine�s waist and he kept stroking,
making Irvine shiver against Seifer.

�I want to repay the favour from the other
night�� Zell murmured against Irvine�s ear, voice low
and throaty. �If Seifer doesn�t mind��

Seifer just grinned as Zell nipped at Irvine�s
ear, then between them they got rid of his socks, his pants and his boxers,
then laid him down, and both sat back to look at him.

�Fuck, he�s beautiful�� Seifer
said with an audible longing ache.

�I know,� Zell
said, stroking his fingers though Seifer�s hair. �And
he�s yours as well now. And believe me, he won�t argue any time you feel like
stripping him naked and having him all over again.�

Instead of blushing like Seifer thought he might, the sharpshooter looked up at them
and gave a slow smirk, stretching his arms above his head and arching and
twisting his long body in an entirely purposeful provocative movement. Then he
lowered a hand and ran it down his body, sighing softly.

�You two just goin�
to, like, sit there and admire the view�? I gonna
have to do this for myself�?� he wondered lowly, hand inching closer to his own
length.

�Not on your life, Cowboy�� Seifer growled and bent with Zell,
both their tongues curling around Irvine�s length.

�Ah� It� it must be� S-S-Seifer�s turn� for this� n-next�� Irvine gasped, arching
off the sheets.

�Don�t worry about next time,
Cowboy!� Seifer demanded. �Just worry about enjoying this
time.�

Zell chuckled and Irvine cried out as Seifer
swiped his tongue over the tip and the fighter curled his around the base. No
wonder Zell had seemed to enjoy this so much, Irvine
thought through a fog of hot, wet pleasure, it felt unbelievable.

After several heartbeats, Irvine could take
it no longer and he pushed himself up from the bed so fast, it surprised both
his tormentors. He ended up sprawled over Seifer who
smirked devilishly at him while he held himself on trembling arms and panted.
The gunbladist�s hands came to his naked hips, thumbs
stroking at the crease between thigh and pelvis, and he moved his hands further
and further in, thumbs getting closer and closer to Irvine�s length.

�Seifer�� Irvine
murmured, shivering when the gunbladist�s thumbs
finally brushed lightly against him. �Stop it��

�You don�t mean that, Beautiful�� Seifer asserted, grinning and now rubbing matching circles
against either side of the base of Irvine�s length.

�S-sure I do� It� it ju-ust
ain�t fair�� the sharpshooter complained, eyelids flickering.

�What ain�t?� Seifer
teased, affecting Irvine�s drawl.

�That you haven�t so much as even uttered a
moan yet,� Zell said matter-of-factly. �Right,
Irvine?�

Irvine could only nod, fingers twitching
against the sheets and body arching at the steadily-increasing caress of Seifer�s fingers. Zell reached
over the gunbladist�s shoulders and took his wrists,
pulling them away from Irvine�s thighs to the sound of a whine from said
sharpshooter. The fighter pinned Seifer�s wrists
above his head, then pressed a kiss to Irvine�s forehead to wake him up a
little from the gunbladist-induced fog.

�Mmm�� the
sharpshooter murmured faintly, then opened his mouth against Seifer�s chest, working his way along the lower curve of a
pectoral until he found a likely spot, then went to work making a nice, purple
hickey.

Seifer squirmed.

�Hey! Hey! Who said you could � ah�
fuck�� The last came as Irvine rubbed the heel of one hand hard against the
front of his pants, lips and teeth working harder still. After a few moments,
he sat back to survey his handiwork and a smile curved his lips.

�I couldn�t have done it better myself,� Zell said, grinning.

�Sure you could,� Irvine replied, stroking
his fingers across a mark by his hip.

�Maybe.� He flashed another grin.

Irvine stretched out atop Seifer, then wriggled downward to
nose at the front of his pants. He opened his mouth, moving his teeth in an
almost massaging motion against the material and what lay beneath. Seifer gave a shuddering moan and Zell
brought his mouth to a nipple, adding a sharp, wet pleasure to the dull,
taunting one.

�Oh, Hyne�
wh-where
did you learn�?�

�Zell, of
course�� Irvine paused long enough to reply.

�Of c-course� Ah!�

Neither Seifer or Zell were willing to let Irvine do very much work for very
long, so it was only a short time before Zell was
shifting away from Seifer�s chest and moving behind
Irvine, drawing him into a kneeling position and wrapping one arm around his
waist. The other hand went around the sharpshooter�s length and stroked slowly,
giving Seifer a moment to collect himself.

The gunbladist
looked at them through lidded eyes, a smile curling his lips as Irvine let his
head drop back against Zell�s shoulder, exposing his
elegant throat. He moaned and his hips lifted, making obvious his
dissatisfaction with the slow pace of the fighter�s hand. Seifer
thought he just might have died and gone to heaven when one of the
sharpshooter�s own long-fingered hands joined Zell�s,
forcing a faster, harder stroking.

�Eager, are we�?� Zell
purred, voice low and growling and totally at odds
with the way he usually sounded under Seifer. He
glanced at Seifer, then put
his mouth against Irvine�s ear, whispering so only the sharpshooter could hear
him. �What do you want�? Do you mind if I let Seifer
take you again�?�

�D-don�t stop� Zell�
please�� Irvine whimpered and Seifer couldn�t resist
coming forward. He straddled the auburn-haired man and drew his face down to
kiss him, tongue plunging into that willing warmth.

�Irvine, baby�� Zell
whispered. �Is it alright?�

�Yes!� Irvine cried softly against Seifer�s mouth, highly frustrated by the fact that Zell had slowed their hands again. �Yes, please� please��

The fighter grinned while Seifer caught Irvine�s mouth again, making him whine.

�It isn�t me you should be saying please
to�� he murmured against the sharpshooter�s ear.

Irvine made another soft sound, clutching
at Seifer�s shoulders and making rhythmic, silently
begging movements with his hips. He broke the kiss and threw his head back
again when Seifer dropped a hand to rub his palm at
the tip of Irvine�s length.

�Oh, Hyne� Oh,
please� Ooh, Seifer� Z-Zell�
I� need��

�Yes? Tell us,� Zell
said, his free hand stroking gently at Irvine�s thigh.

��You� I need you� One of you� please��

�Zell-� Seifer started, but the fighter smiled and shook his head a
little.

�No, you, Seifer. I know you want
him.�

�But� you�ll be� you�ll have to� again�� Seifer grit his teeth when Irvine made a pleading little
sound.

�Oh, I don�t think so�� Zell
said with a slight smirk. �I�ve got it under control. You get this cowboy under
control before he does something to ruin all our fun.� And he held up a
tube which Seifer took hesitantly. Zell gave a reassuring wink, then
pushed Irvine into Seifer�s arms.

The sharpshooter�s hands went instantly to Seifer�s spine, stroking and touching and he licked at the gunbladist�s collarbone.

�Seifer�� he
murmured, stretching out the name and making it into a plea that couldn�t be
denied. Seifer laid Irvine down on the bed, uncapped
the tube and coated his fingers, then put the tube aside and gently coaxed the
sharpshooter�s legs apart with his free hand. Irvine needed little guidance and
he lifted his hips encouragingly. The gunbladist
leaned over him and gently eased a finger within, watching him closely for any
sign of discomfort. Of course, there was none, and in fact he gave an eager
little sigh. Seifer made sure he was ready before
adding a second finger.

Zell�s warmth came against his back and he gave a slight smile, turning to
kiss the fighter�s cheek as he gently prepared Irvine.

�Are you sure about this? I mean-�

Seifer cut off as a slick finger ran around his entrance then pressed
gently inside, knowing and swift. He hissed softly, then
gave a gentle moan.

�I�m sure. Are you? Let�s face it, we both
want to take him, but we have to take turns. I don�t know about you, but I
wouldn�t want to make love to him and know you�re sitting out by yourself
watching. As much of a turn-on as that is, it�s nothing compared to
participation-�

�Too much talkin��
Irvine complained.

�-and I want to participate.�

Seifer was silent for a long moment, and still as well so that Irvine
wriggled in an effort to make his fingers move. Zell�s
finger worked deeper and he shuddered. It had been a long time since anyone had
taken him, but suddenly, the idea of Zell doing it
made his heartbeat quicken. He nodded and Zell smiled
against his neck, then added a second finger. He had
to admit, the little fighter was good at it.

Irvine gave a happy sigh when he moved his
fingers again, and it wasn�t long before the sharpshooter was fully prepared.
He removed his fingers, then coated his own length and held Irvine�s thighs,
moaning lowly as Zell�s fingers readied him and the
fighter licked at the nape of his neck.

�Seifer��
Irvine complained.

�Patience, baby,� Zell soothed. �You know
what�s coming.�

�That�s why� I can�t be patient��

Zell chuckled and removed his fingers, making Seifer
shiver.

�You first, Seifer-lover��
he murmured.

Seifer was only too glad to oblige. He gently lifted Irvine�s hips and
eased slowly within the sharpshooter, watching his squirming with great
delight. He was unspeakably glad that this was not another one-off. He stilled
when he was completely within Irvine and ran his eyes over� his lover�s long
form.

His lover� Oh, that felt good.

�Ready?� Zell
murmured.

�Mmm�� Seifer nodded, stroking Irvine�s stomach and thighs in an
effort to calm his pleading mewlings. �Just hurry up,
before Irvine explodes��

Zell chuckled.

�He�s always like that,� he said softly,
affectionately, then gently entered Seifer. The gunbladist shuddered and swallowed audibly, forced to put
one hand against the sheets beside Irvine�s shoulder and clutch there. �Relax��
Zell whispered, pausing. Seifer
forced himself to, some part of him marvelling at the fighter�s easy manner of
dominance. It calmed him, and he was sure it had calmed a lot of first-timers
in the past, Irvine included. �Hyne�� the fighter
hissed against his ear.

Seifer chuckled brokenly, then made a soft,
soothing noise at Irvine, who was by now chewing his lip and nuzzling at the
pillows.

�Please� please, Seifer!�
he begged softly.

�Go, Seifer�� Zell�s words panted against his ear, and Seifer gladly did as he was told. He set a rhythm and the
fighter soon joined him. Seifer cried out, his voice
blending with Irvine�s. The double-pleasure was, to put it in clich� terms,
mind-blowing.

Irvine lifted his long legs and wrapped
them around both his lovers� waists, clutching at the sheets and arching his
back to meet Seifer�s thrusts.

�Oh�� Zell said
softly, tears springing to his eyes. This was what he needed. What he�d always
needed without knowing he needed it. This way, he would never have to leave one
of them alone on special days. This way, he could have either, both, whenever
he wanted, whenever they wanted, and they could have each other.

This was perfect.

�Seifer!� Irvine cried and Seifer groaned back,
then wrapped a hand around Irvine�s length, stroking in time with the movements
of his hips. The sharpshooter could hardly believe how right Seifer�s name sounded from his own throat. He could feel
them both between his legs, power, strength, muscle, all tamed and leashed so
they wouldn�t hurt him. He loved it.

He loved� them. Both of them� And he
had to say so.

�Seifer�� he
whimpered, reaching up to pull the gunbladist down
towards him, fingers tangled in his hair. Zell bent
as well, and he was glad, because he wanted the fighter to hear as well. �Seifer� I� know it ain�t been� long� but I� I� love� you��

Seifer�s eyes went wide, and his rhythm failed for a moment, upsetting the
whole balance and forcing everyone to a halt. Irvine gave a low cry of
distress.

�I� I�� Seifer
stammered.

�You� d-don�t gotta
answer� I just� just wanted you� and Zell� to know�
P-please� Sei-eifer� I can�t� can�t
stand it� if you don�t� if you don�t m-move!�

That, Seifer
could do without thinking, and he did it, and Zell
joined him in a moment and all three of them thought they would die of pleasure
and sensation. Their moans and cries filled the room, and none of them wanted
the moment to end, but it did, with Irvine giving a low, desperate cry of their
names. Seifer followed him, and Zell
wasn�t even a heartbeat behind them. Their cries mingled and their hands
clutched.

�Oh� my�� Irvine said what seemed like
hours later.

�That�s all� you can� say�?� Seifer panted against his neck, coming to the awareness
that he was sprawled inelegantly across Irvine, Zell
in his turn across the gunbladist�s back.

�Can�t think�� Irvine replied. �Squashed��

Never had two men moved so quickly after
such a thorough lovemaking. They dragged themselves off and away, going one to
each side of the sated sharpshooter and kissing his shoulders, his hair, his
eyelids, his lips, his nose, his hands until he didn�t know who�s mouth was
pressing tender kisses where.

��Stop� Sleepy�� he managed eventually and Zell chuckled, shifting back up to lay at Irvine�s side. Seifer kissed his stomach a few times, then
moved to lay down as well. Their arms went around the sharpshooter and Seifer curled his leg over the other two�s hips.

�Hey, Dincht�� he
said lazily. �You�re a pretty good top after all��

Irvine gave a tired giggle and Zell snorted.

�Shut up, Seifer.
Go� to sleep�� the fighter murmured, his own eyes already flickering shut.

�Mmm�� Irvine
agreed, snuggling down between his lovers. Never had he felt so safe�

Seifer said nothing, but he smiled and buried his nose in Irvine�s long
hair, slipping off to sleep with the sharpshooter�s scent in his nose.

Things were very good.
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