This is my Rifle, This is my Gun [complete]
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Part Six
The conclusion of Chapter One: This is my Rifle, This is my Gun! Part six of six. I'm considering a chapter two, with Selphie's schemes and Zell's revenge. Interested? Let me know.
Warning: cheese ahead.
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This is my Rifle, This is my Gun
Part Six
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Irvine leaned over the balcony, resting his arms on the rail and looking out over the hull of the Garden. He pulled the ribbon out of his hair and let it flutter away in the wind, and his hair flew out from behind his back, whipping about in auburn ripples.
Just what was he supposed to do now?
He was used to a relatively complication-free life, and all on his own he had ensnared himself in this web of chaos. What was all of this for, anyhow?
The trigger that had set him off had been one simple cold shoulder from Squall. One rejection he couldn’t take. Why was this so? It baffled him. In the days of Selphie, when he was infatuated with her, if she gave him the cold shoulder, he would shrug and try again with a smile and a wink. With Squall, it cut him deep. Why?
Irvine tapped the toe of his boot on the metal beneath him, closing his eyes and feeling the wind cool his heated skin. Could it possibly be that… he loved Squall? No, it couldn’t! …Could it? How was he supposed to know! He had thought he loved Selphie.
“Kinneas.”
The sniper nearly fell over the side of the balcony as he whipped around in shock. “Jesus Christ!” he hissed, clutching his chest. “Don’t do that!”
Squall remained in the doorway between balcony and the upper Garden, arms at his sides and gaze level.
Irvine couldn’t match that gaze any more; he looked over his shoulder with a slight frown. “Look, Squall, I don’t know what happened that you’re upset at me… Probably because you woke up with me holding you, right? I fell asleep while taking care of you. I’m sorry. I won’t touch you again.”
“What?” Squall asked slowly, almost daring the sniper to go on, his frown deepening.
“That’s why you were mad at me in the ceremony hall, right? Because I did that?”
The brunette lifted a hand to the bridge of his nose and appeared to be massaging the center of his scar. Suddenly his hand dropped away and he looked up with realization. “Irvine, how much of yesterday night do you remember?”
It was Irvine’s turn to frown. “Not much; I remember blabbing about how I messed things up with Selphie, and what I did with Zell, and watching you finish off the sake. From there it’s blank. What, did I make an ass of myself then, too?” The sniper shook his head and ran his hands through his hair. He couldn’t do anything right.
Squall’s eyebrows rose, and he opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. It was his turn to look away, and there was frustration in his expression. “And Zell Dincht? Are you seeing Zell? This evening when I spoke with him, he mentioned that the two of you were together.”
The sniper shook his head. “I don’t think Zell will ever look at me again after tonight. But even if he would… Zell was just a pacifier for me, to replace the person that I…” Irvine shut up before he said more and Squall got really upset. “No, I’m not seeing Zell. Does it matter?”
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The brunette took a step onto the balcony, hesitantly. He fisted his hands and looked up at Irvine, until the sniper finally, warily, met his gaze. “I wasn’t upset at you for how I woke up this morning, Irvine,” Squall said tightly. “And I see now that this has just been a string of complications and misunderstandings.” He paused again, clenching his jaw and steeling his nerves as Irvine’s cobalt stare remained fixed. “Rinoa is in her room and won’t come out, because I suggested to her that we go our separate ways since our relationship was going nowhere. That happened at noon today.”
Irvine appeared stunned, but remained quiet, listening to the rare length of speech Squall was giving.
“I was looking forward to this evening, because I...” The brunette cleared his throat. “I wanted to tell you about Rinoa, among other things. But I ran into Zell first, who told me that you were seeing him. That’s what made me upset; I had just heard that from him when I passed by you with your guilty stare, and I couldn’t look you in the face for doing that…” Squall shook his head. “After I had time to cool down somewhat, I decided to go and straighten things out with you, when I saw you come up here. I was going to tear you apart. I should have known you didn’t remember…”
“Remember what?” Irvine whispered pleadingly. “What more did I do to you?”
The brunette’s lips parted as he looked up at Irvine. “You don’t remember when I did this last night,” Squall whispered, leaning forward. The brunette’s hands pressed against his chest, and Irvine shuddered as their lips met.
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It had to be a dream, or a hallucination, or something. Squall’s lips were so soft and gentle, and his hands on Irvine’s chest were maddening. The sniper lifted his arms and put his hands on Squall’s shoulders, pushing him away slightly and staring at him in utter disbelief. “You mean you…?” he rasped, unable to find the words.
“I admitted my curiosity about you, and when I kissed you, you said, ‘Your heart and your secrets will be safe with me, Squall.’” The brunette’s cheeks were flushed. “Then I hear that you’ve been fooling around with Zell mere hours later, after I ended things with Rinoa for you… I thought you had lied to me and were laughing at me behind my back…”
Irvine felt like screaming, crying and laughing, and spinning Squall around until they collapsed. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, lifting his hands and holding the brunette’s warm cheeks in his palms. “I am so very sorry.”
Squall’s eyes closed as Irvine lowered his head, tilting it to the side and covering the brunette’s mouth with his own. The sniper moaned as the lips pressed to his were opened and he slid his tongue into Squall’s mouth. This was no hallucination or dream. This wasn’t Zell he was holding. This soft face and the arms twining around his waist were those of the gunblade specialist. The taste on his tongue, and the body pressed against his, was Squall.
The brunette’s tongue slid along Irvine’s slowly, and the sniper’s legs grew weaker with each pleading whimper Squall made. Irvine slid one hand along the front of the brunette’s uniform, and his kiss became forcefully lustful as his fingers slid along the constrained stiffness he found between Squall’s legs, enticing yet another groan. Their lips parted and the sniper kissed along the pale neck and jaw before him like they would disappear if he stopped or slowed down, and his fingers worked at unzipping Squall’s uniform pants.
“Irvine, I’ve never… This is…” Squall stammered, eyes still closed as he entangled his fingers in auburn locks.
“I’ll do it slowly,” the sniper promised in a whisper as his other hand unbuttoned the front of Squall’s uniform and shirt. He kissed down the smooth chest revealed, and caught one of the brunette’s nipples in his mouth, rolling it on his tongue and suckling it as he pulled down Squall’s underwear, removing the last layer keeping him from his long-awaited reward. The trail of kisses continued their path downwards as Irvine pressed his lips to Squall’s stomach, feeling the muscles beneath the skin tense as he kissed just beneath the navel, following the trail he had discovered earlier.
Irvine’s heart raced as the tip of his tongue graced the base of Squall’s ready member, and he ran it along the full length slowly. The brunette’s fingers curled in the sniper’s hair, grabbing fistfuls as he moaned deep in his throat, his head down and eyes closed. Irvine took it as permission to continue, and he pressed his lips to the liquid pearls gathered on the tip of Squall’s flesh, flicking them away into the depths of his mouth with his tongue. Taking hold of the shaft with his calloused fingers, Irvine parted his lips and guided it between them leisurely, running his tongue slowly back and forth across the underside.
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Squall whimpered breathlessly between pants. He got down on his knees, nearly collapsing, and moved as Irvine guided him onto his back, lifting his knees in the air and parting his legs. His face scorched with lust and embarrassment as the cold metal touched his backside and Irvine’s hot mouth stroked his burning erection over and over. His stomach tightened as he felt his release coming. “Irvine!” he groaned, gasping as he thrust his hips in the air, into the waiting mouth. He came in a passionate torrent with a cry, then let his body fall limp as his chest heaved and the sniper swallowed the last few droplets he could draw from Squall.
The brunette licked his lower lip and looked down at Irvine as the sniper’s mouth unsheathed him. The cobalt eyes staring wantonly into his were asking for permission to go further. He hesitated, biting his lower lip as his inner thighs were stroked gently by Irvine’s fingers. Finally, slowly, he nodded. “I want it,” he whispered.
Irvine leaned forward and kissed Squall gently, an innocent kiss, twice. “I’ll stop if you tell me to,” he whispered. The brunette nodded and watched as Irvine leaned back, undoing his own pants and pulling them down, revealing his unattended hardness. He kissed Squall’s inner thigh, licking and sucking slowly, making his way between the brunette’s legs once more. His hands slid beneath the gunblade specialist, lifting Squall’s hips higher and further exposing the brunette’s opening to him.
Squall’s throat felt dry and he could hear his heartbeat thundering in his ears as the delicious kisses trailed beneath his tender swell, and he gasped as Irvine’s tongue swept across his entrance the first time, arching his back. He heard the sniper’s pleased hum before he felt the second assault, and Squall had to fight the urge to struggle as the hot tongue twisted against his opening. The brunette moaned as Irvine’s tongue pressed against the resisting flesh, and he felt the sniper’s thumb run along it slowly, while the fingers were pulling his cheeks apart. The tongue entered him, and Squall arched his back again, grabbing hold of the cuffs on his uniform sleeves and whimpering as the slick muscle pushed inside of him, writhing and searching. The brunette gasped as the tongue drew out of him and in its place he felt one of Irvine’s slick fingers press against him, then penetrate and slide inside slowly. “Ah… ahh!” He grit his teeth to keep from roaring for this to stop, and cried out as the sniper’s digit turned inside of him and drew out, pushing back in at the same torturing pace. “More!” he bit out in a gasp.
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Irvine fulfilled the brunette’s demand, adding a second finger to the first and pushing it inside the tight opening. Watching Squall writhe and hearing him whimper and seethe like this was maddening; he would never have imagined the brisk gunblade specialist to have this in him, but seeing it now made him want to forego precaution and take him then and there.
He wouldn’t ruin what could be his only chance, though. Irvine pressed his fingers deeper inside Squall, and the brunette’s sudden gasp and jerk told him he had found what he was looking for, what others had told him about when he was younger. He licked his lips and repeated the motion, earning another sharp breath from Squall, and Irvine’s patience grew thinner. He pressed a third finger inside the brunette, who bucked and cried out, and he waited for the order to stop, but none came. Irvine pressed his digits into the pale body before him very slowly, and reveled in the expressions passing over Squall’s face as he did so. He continued to prepare the brunette for what was to come until he thought that Squall was ready, and he drew his fingers out from within the tight channel, taking hold of the pale hips once more.
“Are you sure?” Irvine asked quietly, looking down at the brunette until the steel eyes opened and met his with an anxious stare. Squall nodded.
The sniper ran his fingers along his weeping length carefully, coating it with the seed already waiting for use, then pressed the head of his desire against Squall’s entrance. He looked down into the gunblade specialist’s face as he pushed forward slowly, and marveled at the lust he saw with each little bit he entered Squall. When he was sheathed to the hilt, he remained still, his breath quick as the brunette’s body clutched him tight and adjusted to its latest assault. Irvine drew back and pressed inside of Squall once more, then repeated the motion, this time just a little faster. He continued at his slow tempo for several minutes before increasing speed, releasing Squall’s hips and leaning forward over the pale brunette.
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Their mouths met hungrily as he thrust deeper into Squall, and the sniper shivered as the brunette’s hands twined around him, his nails digging into Irvine’s skin. Squall moaned freely as Irvine pressed against the spot inside of him that sent chills down his spine, and as the sniper’s tongue filled his mouth, he felt rough fingers take hold of his renewed erection and pump it in time with the thrusts inside of him.
Squall’s thoughts and any fears he had were gone; he closed his eyes and fought the sniper’s tongue with his own with everything he had as he raked his nails down Irvine’s back, and he approached release for the second time. His cries grew louder as the sniper thrust faster and harder, hitting that spot more often, and Squall had to break the kiss so he could wail for Irvine as he came between their stomachs.
“Squall,” the sniper rasped, staring into Squall’s eyes. “Ahh! Hah… ah…! Squall!”
Fireworks from the SeeD ceremony went off in the sky, illuminating the pair in every color of the rainbow as the crack of explosions echoed through the atmosphere.
The brunette panted as Irvine came inside of him, thrusting to release all he had to give, then collapsed on top of him, gasping for breath. Squall’s arms remained encircling the sniper’s torso firmly as Irvine caught his breath and placed soft kisses on the brunette’s neck and ear.
“I think I love you,” the sniper whispered into Squall’s ear, barely audible over the boom of the fireworks. The brunette blushed with a stunned stare at the sky as Irvine settled against him and closed his eyes. He pressed his cheek to the top of Irvine’s head and ran his fingers through the waves of silken copper slowly, closing his eyes as well with the smallest of smiles.
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“The Garden is sorry to see you leave,” Squall said officially, sitting at his desk in his office.
Rinoa glared at him, lips pressed together tight as she held her tongue.
“Well, the papers are in order and we have a replacement instructor all lined up. You may leave any time you’d like. You’ll be missed, Rinoa.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she turned on her heels, marching towards the doors and slamming them behind her. Squall sighed and looked through the file in his lap, flipping through the pages. Rinoa had been easy to replace, but Zell was another matter; there weren’t many hand-to-hand combat instructors around. The small class might have to be merged into another if an instructor couldn’t be found soon.
There was a knock at the door. “Enter,” Squall commanded, without looking up from his files. The doors opened and one of Squall’s assistants came in.
“Sir, there’s an emergency in the training center.”
“The training center is closed until the dock and bridges were replaced!” Squall barked angrily. Whoever was in there was going to be suspended at very least. He got out of his chair and hurried out of his office.
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Squall locked the doors to the training center behind him, preventing escape for the miscreant inside should they try to escape him. He marched down the main path quickly, and spotted fresh tracks in the mud, following them. He stopped at the doors they led to, a deeper frown settling on his face as he recognized the ‘secret’ area the SeeDs went to for fooling around.
It couldn’t be…
Squall stepped onto the platform, and his jaw dropped as he saw Irvine sitting on a blanket at the far end of the platform beside a bottle of sake, legs spread. He was swearing nothing but a gun halter and his hat, and he had his finger pointed at Squall like a gun, pulling his hand back as though firing.
“Bang,” the sniper smiled sweetly. “Emergency in the training center, we have a man shot through the heart. We understand he is in excellent physical condition and on the verge of taking a break from his stressful work.”
“Irvine,” Squall ground out, balling his fists.
“Don’t make me really shoot you, darlin’,” the sniper quipped with a wink. “If I have to create an actual emergency in order for you to stay, I will.”
The brunette sighed heavily, shoulders sagging. “Thirty minutes,” he muttered, his cheeks tinged pink. “And I hate it when you call me that.”
Irvine laughed and opened the sake.
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End
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Yup, so that's it. As mentioned at the top... I am working on chapter two if anyone is interested. *holds up a fan* feel free to hit me with this; I know how poorly Squall is written.
Read and Review if you'd like.
Warning: cheese ahead.
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This is my Rifle, This is my Gun
Part Six
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Irvine leaned over the balcony, resting his arms on the rail and looking out over the hull of the Garden. He pulled the ribbon out of his hair and let it flutter away in the wind, and his hair flew out from behind his back, whipping about in auburn ripples.
Just what was he supposed to do now?
He was used to a relatively complication-free life, and all on his own he had ensnared himself in this web of chaos. What was all of this for, anyhow?
The trigger that had set him off had been one simple cold shoulder from Squall. One rejection he couldn’t take. Why was this so? It baffled him. In the days of Selphie, when he was infatuated with her, if she gave him the cold shoulder, he would shrug and try again with a smile and a wink. With Squall, it cut him deep. Why?
Irvine tapped the toe of his boot on the metal beneath him, closing his eyes and feeling the wind cool his heated skin. Could it possibly be that… he loved Squall? No, it couldn’t! …Could it? How was he supposed to know! He had thought he loved Selphie.
“Kinneas.”
The sniper nearly fell over the side of the balcony as he whipped around in shock. “Jesus Christ!” he hissed, clutching his chest. “Don’t do that!”
Squall remained in the doorway between balcony and the upper Garden, arms at his sides and gaze level.
Irvine couldn’t match that gaze any more; he looked over his shoulder with a slight frown. “Look, Squall, I don’t know what happened that you’re upset at me… Probably because you woke up with me holding you, right? I fell asleep while taking care of you. I’m sorry. I won’t touch you again.”
“What?” Squall asked slowly, almost daring the sniper to go on, his frown deepening.
“That’s why you were mad at me in the ceremony hall, right? Because I did that?”
The brunette lifted a hand to the bridge of his nose and appeared to be massaging the center of his scar. Suddenly his hand dropped away and he looked up with realization. “Irvine, how much of yesterday night do you remember?”
It was Irvine’s turn to frown. “Not much; I remember blabbing about how I messed things up with Selphie, and what I did with Zell, and watching you finish off the sake. From there it’s blank. What, did I make an ass of myself then, too?” The sniper shook his head and ran his hands through his hair. He couldn’t do anything right.
Squall’s eyebrows rose, and he opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. It was his turn to look away, and there was frustration in his expression. “And Zell Dincht? Are you seeing Zell? This evening when I spoke with him, he mentioned that the two of you were together.”
The sniper shook his head. “I don’t think Zell will ever look at me again after tonight. But even if he would… Zell was just a pacifier for me, to replace the person that I…” Irvine shut up before he said more and Squall got really upset. “No, I’m not seeing Zell. Does it matter?”
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The brunette took a step onto the balcony, hesitantly. He fisted his hands and looked up at Irvine, until the sniper finally, warily, met his gaze. “I wasn’t upset at you for how I woke up this morning, Irvine,” Squall said tightly. “And I see now that this has just been a string of complications and misunderstandings.” He paused again, clenching his jaw and steeling his nerves as Irvine’s cobalt stare remained fixed. “Rinoa is in her room and won’t come out, because I suggested to her that we go our separate ways since our relationship was going nowhere. That happened at noon today.”
Irvine appeared stunned, but remained quiet, listening to the rare length of speech Squall was giving.
“I was looking forward to this evening, because I...” The brunette cleared his throat. “I wanted to tell you about Rinoa, among other things. But I ran into Zell first, who told me that you were seeing him. That’s what made me upset; I had just heard that from him when I passed by you with your guilty stare, and I couldn’t look you in the face for doing that…” Squall shook his head. “After I had time to cool down somewhat, I decided to go and straighten things out with you, when I saw you come up here. I was going to tear you apart. I should have known you didn’t remember…”
“Remember what?” Irvine whispered pleadingly. “What more did I do to you?”
The brunette’s lips parted as he looked up at Irvine. “You don’t remember when I did this last night,” Squall whispered, leaning forward. The brunette’s hands pressed against his chest, and Irvine shuddered as their lips met.
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It had to be a dream, or a hallucination, or something. Squall’s lips were so soft and gentle, and his hands on Irvine’s chest were maddening. The sniper lifted his arms and put his hands on Squall’s shoulders, pushing him away slightly and staring at him in utter disbelief. “You mean you…?” he rasped, unable to find the words.
“I admitted my curiosity about you, and when I kissed you, you said, ‘Your heart and your secrets will be safe with me, Squall.’” The brunette’s cheeks were flushed. “Then I hear that you’ve been fooling around with Zell mere hours later, after I ended things with Rinoa for you… I thought you had lied to me and were laughing at me behind my back…”
Irvine felt like screaming, crying and laughing, and spinning Squall around until they collapsed. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, lifting his hands and holding the brunette’s warm cheeks in his palms. “I am so very sorry.”
Squall’s eyes closed as Irvine lowered his head, tilting it to the side and covering the brunette’s mouth with his own. The sniper moaned as the lips pressed to his were opened and he slid his tongue into Squall’s mouth. This was no hallucination or dream. This wasn’t Zell he was holding. This soft face and the arms twining around his waist were those of the gunblade specialist. The taste on his tongue, and the body pressed against his, was Squall.
The brunette’s tongue slid along Irvine’s slowly, and the sniper’s legs grew weaker with each pleading whimper Squall made. Irvine slid one hand along the front of the brunette’s uniform, and his kiss became forcefully lustful as his fingers slid along the constrained stiffness he found between Squall’s legs, enticing yet another groan. Their lips parted and the sniper kissed along the pale neck and jaw before him like they would disappear if he stopped or slowed down, and his fingers worked at unzipping Squall’s uniform pants.
“Irvine, I’ve never… This is…” Squall stammered, eyes still closed as he entangled his fingers in auburn locks.
“I’ll do it slowly,” the sniper promised in a whisper as his other hand unbuttoned the front of Squall’s uniform and shirt. He kissed down the smooth chest revealed, and caught one of the brunette’s nipples in his mouth, rolling it on his tongue and suckling it as he pulled down Squall’s underwear, removing the last layer keeping him from his long-awaited reward. The trail of kisses continued their path downwards as Irvine pressed his lips to Squall’s stomach, feeling the muscles beneath the skin tense as he kissed just beneath the navel, following the trail he had discovered earlier.
Irvine’s heart raced as the tip of his tongue graced the base of Squall’s ready member, and he ran it along the full length slowly. The brunette’s fingers curled in the sniper’s hair, grabbing fistfuls as he moaned deep in his throat, his head down and eyes closed. Irvine took it as permission to continue, and he pressed his lips to the liquid pearls gathered on the tip of Squall’s flesh, flicking them away into the depths of his mouth with his tongue. Taking hold of the shaft with his calloused fingers, Irvine parted his lips and guided it between them leisurely, running his tongue slowly back and forth across the underside.
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Squall whimpered breathlessly between pants. He got down on his knees, nearly collapsing, and moved as Irvine guided him onto his back, lifting his knees in the air and parting his legs. His face scorched with lust and embarrassment as the cold metal touched his backside and Irvine’s hot mouth stroked his burning erection over and over. His stomach tightened as he felt his release coming. “Irvine!” he groaned, gasping as he thrust his hips in the air, into the waiting mouth. He came in a passionate torrent with a cry, then let his body fall limp as his chest heaved and the sniper swallowed the last few droplets he could draw from Squall.
The brunette licked his lower lip and looked down at Irvine as the sniper’s mouth unsheathed him. The cobalt eyes staring wantonly into his were asking for permission to go further. He hesitated, biting his lower lip as his inner thighs were stroked gently by Irvine’s fingers. Finally, slowly, he nodded. “I want it,” he whispered.
Irvine leaned forward and kissed Squall gently, an innocent kiss, twice. “I’ll stop if you tell me to,” he whispered. The brunette nodded and watched as Irvine leaned back, undoing his own pants and pulling them down, revealing his unattended hardness. He kissed Squall’s inner thigh, licking and sucking slowly, making his way between the brunette’s legs once more. His hands slid beneath the gunblade specialist, lifting Squall’s hips higher and further exposing the brunette’s opening to him.
Squall’s throat felt dry and he could hear his heartbeat thundering in his ears as the delicious kisses trailed beneath his tender swell, and he gasped as Irvine’s tongue swept across his entrance the first time, arching his back. He heard the sniper’s pleased hum before he felt the second assault, and Squall had to fight the urge to struggle as the hot tongue twisted against his opening. The brunette moaned as Irvine’s tongue pressed against the resisting flesh, and he felt the sniper’s thumb run along it slowly, while the fingers were pulling his cheeks apart. The tongue entered him, and Squall arched his back again, grabbing hold of the cuffs on his uniform sleeves and whimpering as the slick muscle pushed inside of him, writhing and searching. The brunette gasped as the tongue drew out of him and in its place he felt one of Irvine’s slick fingers press against him, then penetrate and slide inside slowly. “Ah… ahh!” He grit his teeth to keep from roaring for this to stop, and cried out as the sniper’s digit turned inside of him and drew out, pushing back in at the same torturing pace. “More!” he bit out in a gasp.
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Irvine fulfilled the brunette’s demand, adding a second finger to the first and pushing it inside the tight opening. Watching Squall writhe and hearing him whimper and seethe like this was maddening; he would never have imagined the brisk gunblade specialist to have this in him, but seeing it now made him want to forego precaution and take him then and there.
He wouldn’t ruin what could be his only chance, though. Irvine pressed his fingers deeper inside Squall, and the brunette’s sudden gasp and jerk told him he had found what he was looking for, what others had told him about when he was younger. He licked his lips and repeated the motion, earning another sharp breath from Squall, and Irvine’s patience grew thinner. He pressed a third finger inside the brunette, who bucked and cried out, and he waited for the order to stop, but none came. Irvine pressed his digits into the pale body before him very slowly, and reveled in the expressions passing over Squall’s face as he did so. He continued to prepare the brunette for what was to come until he thought that Squall was ready, and he drew his fingers out from within the tight channel, taking hold of the pale hips once more.
“Are you sure?” Irvine asked quietly, looking down at the brunette until the steel eyes opened and met his with an anxious stare. Squall nodded.
The sniper ran his fingers along his weeping length carefully, coating it with the seed already waiting for use, then pressed the head of his desire against Squall’s entrance. He looked down into the gunblade specialist’s face as he pushed forward slowly, and marveled at the lust he saw with each little bit he entered Squall. When he was sheathed to the hilt, he remained still, his breath quick as the brunette’s body clutched him tight and adjusted to its latest assault. Irvine drew back and pressed inside of Squall once more, then repeated the motion, this time just a little faster. He continued at his slow tempo for several minutes before increasing speed, releasing Squall’s hips and leaning forward over the pale brunette.
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Their mouths met hungrily as he thrust deeper into Squall, and the sniper shivered as the brunette’s hands twined around him, his nails digging into Irvine’s skin. Squall moaned freely as Irvine pressed against the spot inside of him that sent chills down his spine, and as the sniper’s tongue filled his mouth, he felt rough fingers take hold of his renewed erection and pump it in time with the thrusts inside of him.
Squall’s thoughts and any fears he had were gone; he closed his eyes and fought the sniper’s tongue with his own with everything he had as he raked his nails down Irvine’s back, and he approached release for the second time. His cries grew louder as the sniper thrust faster and harder, hitting that spot more often, and Squall had to break the kiss so he could wail for Irvine as he came between their stomachs.
“Squall,” the sniper rasped, staring into Squall’s eyes. “Ahh! Hah… ah…! Squall!”
Fireworks from the SeeD ceremony went off in the sky, illuminating the pair in every color of the rainbow as the crack of explosions echoed through the atmosphere.
The brunette panted as Irvine came inside of him, thrusting to release all he had to give, then collapsed on top of him, gasping for breath. Squall’s arms remained encircling the sniper’s torso firmly as Irvine caught his breath and placed soft kisses on the brunette’s neck and ear.
“I think I love you,” the sniper whispered into Squall’s ear, barely audible over the boom of the fireworks. The brunette blushed with a stunned stare at the sky as Irvine settled against him and closed his eyes. He pressed his cheek to the top of Irvine’s head and ran his fingers through the waves of silken copper slowly, closing his eyes as well with the smallest of smiles.
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“The Garden is sorry to see you leave,” Squall said officially, sitting at his desk in his office.
Rinoa glared at him, lips pressed together tight as she held her tongue.
“Well, the papers are in order and we have a replacement instructor all lined up. You may leave any time you’d like. You’ll be missed, Rinoa.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she turned on her heels, marching towards the doors and slamming them behind her. Squall sighed and looked through the file in his lap, flipping through the pages. Rinoa had been easy to replace, but Zell was another matter; there weren’t many hand-to-hand combat instructors around. The small class might have to be merged into another if an instructor couldn’t be found soon.
There was a knock at the door. “Enter,” Squall commanded, without looking up from his files. The doors opened and one of Squall’s assistants came in.
“Sir, there’s an emergency in the training center.”
“The training center is closed until the dock and bridges were replaced!” Squall barked angrily. Whoever was in there was going to be suspended at very least. He got out of his chair and hurried out of his office.
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Squall locked the doors to the training center behind him, preventing escape for the miscreant inside should they try to escape him. He marched down the main path quickly, and spotted fresh tracks in the mud, following them. He stopped at the doors they led to, a deeper frown settling on his face as he recognized the ‘secret’ area the SeeDs went to for fooling around.
It couldn’t be…
Squall stepped onto the platform, and his jaw dropped as he saw Irvine sitting on a blanket at the far end of the platform beside a bottle of sake, legs spread. He was swearing nothing but a gun halter and his hat, and he had his finger pointed at Squall like a gun, pulling his hand back as though firing.
“Bang,” the sniper smiled sweetly. “Emergency in the training center, we have a man shot through the heart. We understand he is in excellent physical condition and on the verge of taking a break from his stressful work.”
“Irvine,” Squall ground out, balling his fists.
“Don’t make me really shoot you, darlin’,” the sniper quipped with a wink. “If I have to create an actual emergency in order for you to stay, I will.”
The brunette sighed heavily, shoulders sagging. “Thirty minutes,” he muttered, his cheeks tinged pink. “And I hate it when you call me that.”
Irvine laughed and opened the sake.
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Yup, so that's it. As mentioned at the top... I am working on chapter two if anyone is interested. *holds up a fan* feel free to hit me with this; I know how poorly Squall is written.
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