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Snow Drift	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Irvine/Squall Views: 970 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything involving final fantasy 8, nor do I make money from this fanfiction. The only thing that's mine is the take on a plot that's been done by just about everyone.

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"Ma!" Zell called out once entering his home. "Ma, are you here?"
Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and soon the portly woman appeared; a sponge in one of her gloved hands and a bottle of Tilex in the other. She must have been cleaning the bathroom. Her face, at first, showed question but upon seeing Zell it lit up to a happy smile. Crossing the room she wrapped her arms around her son, being careful to not let the items she's holding touch him.
"It's been so long." She cheered in exclaimed, whole-heartedly.
Making a face he laughed. "It's been a day, Ma."
"To a mother that's it's long enough." Backing away, she then noticed the woman that's come in with Zell. "Oh hello - is that the baby?" She instantly dropped her things to the floor, she next removed the gloves and discarded them in the same dropped manner; the young woman went ignored as Mrs. Dincht took the baby into her arms, giving tickles to Kait's tummy with her index finger. "Tickle, tickle," She laughed when the baby cracked up. Looking to the visitor that isn't her son she says. "Forgive me, dear. I'm Cedella Dincht, and you are?"
Jutting his thumb at her, Zell answered for his guest. "Ma, this is Ellone Loire. When I was at the orphanage, she helped the Matron take care of us."
"Nice to meet you." Ellone says with a polite bow and lovely smile.
Smiling in return, Mrs. Dincht replied. "Nice to meet you, as well."
Cedella Dincht bounced the baby in her arms playfully, chuckling at his little sounds and his bright eyes looking up at her. Watching his mother, Zell sucked his lips in wondering how he's going to ask what it is that he wants to ask. He'd feel like a real creep if Ellone couldn't stay at his house; however, he was sure his mother would say: yes. But he couldn't exactly be certain since Ellone is a stranger to her.
Hand behind his head giving it a good scratch, he says quietly. "Uhh, Ma... can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure, Zell, what is it?"
Taking her arm he led her into the living room. "In private, please." He removed Kait from the woman's arms giving him back to Ellone. "Okay, come in here." They walked to a far off corner so they can't be overheard, then in a low voice he explained. "It's really important that I ask you this, but you can say "no", if you don't think you're up for it."
"Zell, what is it?"
"It's Ellone, she's here on... sorta, kinda, business... but she doesn't have a place to stay. So I was hoping that maybe she could..." He brings himself into a draw back as though anticipating a hit or verbal assault. "stay here, undetermined, until she has to leave? Ahaha." He laughed nervously.
"What kind of business is she here on? Military business?" Asked his mother, she then looked over her son's shoulder to where the rather slender woman had been left waiting. She couldn't imagine military when seeing her.
"No! No, no, nothing like that. You see, Irvine has a mission tomorrow; Squall doesn't wanna take care of Kait all by himself - ha, at all, really..." He says offhandedly to himself. "So he asked if Ellone could do it and she agreed; but, Ma, she's a young woman and the barracks are full of male cadets so..."
She put her hand up to silence her son. "Say no more, she can stay."
Feeling his joy swelling he leapt into the air, fist pumped. "Oh, yeah! Thanks, Ma!"
"It's alright. And I expect, as payment, that you will come over to paint the living room and me and your father's bedroom."
Laughing he drew her into a hug. "Anything you want, Ma."
Chuckling at his sweetness she pulled back. "I'll go make your room comfortable for them."
"Suweet - wai-... my room?" He followed his mother through the exit. "Bu-but that's where I keep all my stuff. Where I come to stay when I visit."
"You said it yourself, that she helped raise you; don't be so young, Zell." Entering the foyer Mrs. Dincht says. "I'd love it if you stayed, Miss Ellone."
"Thank you."
"My son will take your things to your room." She gave Zell a light shove towards the young lady's things.
"Alright, alright." He picked up the bags. "Right this way."
Cedella smiled watching her defeated son head up the stairs. "I'd better get dinner started; you must be famished."
Zell set the bags down. He then busied himself with putting away all things sharp and harmful to an infant. He quickly realized on trip three to the spare closet that he was going to have to tilt the house and just everything fall out of the window. A martial artist's bedroom is no place for a baby.
"Whoa!" He exclaimed when a mini numbchuck slipped from his grasp and under his stepping foot. 'I hope this was worth it.' He thought as he silent cursed Squall while picking himself up.
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"The police have been informed about the body." Says the doctor, who's coming out into the waiting room where Squall and Seifer have been seated while waiting to hear from him. "We did find a wallet on him."
He handed it to Seifer, who glanced at it before handing it to Squall, who snatched it from his grip; he was briefly surprised that it was easy to take. He was sure it would be held away from him - something Seifer has done to him many times, so many in-fact that he snatches everything from anyone now. Especially people like Rinoa. The playful, 'look at me' type almost always want to play 'Keep Away'.
"Martin Redwing." He read off the man's I.D. card. "He was a massage therapist."
"What about the blood on the dress?" Asked Seifer.
The doctor shrugged his hand. "The results haven't come in yet. There's no way of knowing whether or not it belongs to his wife or someone else."
Having written down the man's information, Squall handed the wallet back to the doctor to give to the police once they arrive. "You know to give this to the police when they come?" He was sure to indirectly command.
"Of course." He placed the wallet in a dish at the sign-in desk.
He says to Seifer as he turned to leave. "Let's go."
A bit surprised by the abrupt departure, he followed. "Where are we going?"
"Back to Garden, where else?"
"Why? We haven't found the woman yet; I thought you were all about getting rid of the kid."
"I am. But now that we have the man's name; but, no trace of his wife's body, she may still be alive. We have to find a way to contact her, and tell her that her son is ok."
Shaking his head, he grabbed his rival by the shoulder. "Yeah, that sounds good in theory. What if she only managed to get out of the canyon and died somewhere else?"
Squall paused a moment then continued walking. "We look for relatives of the husband, since we have his last name."
"Oh sure, but what if he isn't even Kait's father, just some random ditch dude?"
"We'll worry about it when it comes up - if it comes up." Climbing on back of the motorcycle; he reached into his pocket for his buzzing cellphone. It read that he has one message. Opening the message he scrolled down reading it out loud for Seifer's sake. "Zell says his mother is letting Ellone stay with her for a little while, while she watches Kait."
Seifer seemed not to care either way, revving the engine on his bike getting ready to leave. However, when feeling Squall's arm come around his chest he looked over his shoulder. "Do you mind?"
"Deal with it, I have to text Zell back."
Rolling his eyes, he shifted their weight then he sped off with a bit of hope that the Lion of Balamb falls off somewhere. They may be friends, but they're rivals as well. And that's something that Seifer kind of - well, as sick as it is - holds dear in a sense of familiarity. He tends to pick at Zell, as well - regardless his new found love for the mini bull dog. He can't help wanting to call him a little Chickenwuss, or Featherhead, Baby-taps, Dinky, pretty much anything that comes to mind. It's in his nature to be vicious. And since he knows this, it's also good to be around people that don't take it the wrong way.
Most of the cadets at Garden still look at him like public enemy zero, even after knowing he was brainwashed - mostly. They just can't get past it like the others. Squall got over it, and he had the most to recover from. Seifer recalled some of their conversations over the war, enhanced with what Zell told him. Squall really seems to care about him, and for what it's worth he cares back. ...He still wished he'd fall off the bike, though.
Back at Balamb Garden. The meeting is underway.
"There are several men intending to make an army of Sorceress worshipers. They plan to sacrifice a woman to be their leader; this isn't the first time this has happened. It tends to start up in just about every region where Compression warps have been detected. That's what makes stopping it so important."
The large room was silent as the 4 cadets, the fourth being Irvine, listened to the briefing by the female commander. They've been seated around the long wooden table since after lunch hours, going over the mission expectations and general plan of action. Irvine has been asked on this mission to guide the new cadets. Something like this, though, should be very easy for them; the sniper doubted he'd so much as have to raise his gun, much less fire it. But then again, he's seen low level missions turn serious with the snap of the fingers. That's how the gang ended up back together, after all. A small dispute with Rinoa turned into a lot more, especially after Seifer was kidnapped.
"Though mortals they can harness the abilities of magic; we know it's forbidden to use by anyone but the military, but there are still G.F. out there unknown even to us. So a simple law alone won't stop these rogues." She pressed a button to change the image on the screen. "We have to be cautious of the worshipers pulling tricks on us. Even if they're only human... if you give a man a knife, he can definitely kill someone with it - even a simple stick can become a violent, deadly, beating."
One of the men at the table nodded in hard jerks, as if to say: "I've seen it, too". After giving them all one last word of advice, the lights come back up and the screen went off. "Everyone meet tomorrow morning at the front gate so we can go to the train station together." She informed.
Each cadet stood from their seat; a flurry of mutters ensued with their goodbye's and such, before making their way out of the room. Walking down the hall, Irvine felt a tug on his sleeve. Turning around he smiled at the pretty girl who just dipped her head in embarrassment.
"What's on your mind?" He asked kindly.
"Do you think I can lead this mission - I mean, if you think I'm doing something wrong... can you tell me, instead of just taking over?" She balled her hands up, determined for success. "I really want to impress my parents, and show them that I've got what it takes to be here." Her calm and cool demeanor from the briefing room has gone out the window leaving behind a nervous young lady, who's seeking her parents approval.
Patting her on the shoulder he gave a nod. "Yep. I think you'll do a damn good job. Heh," He snickered lightly. "in-fact, I'll see to it that your parents know it detail for detail."
Looking up, eyes bright, she smiled. "Thank you, so much." Dashing off she turned to wave, but caught herself and instead saluted before disappearing into the dorm hall.
"Heh heh, sweet kid."
Brow cocked Squall asked. "Who is?"
Looking over his shoulder he says quietly. "Oh, Squall, didn't see you back there... I guess the jig is up."
"Watch it, cowboy" Warned his boyfriend, playfully.
"Whaat? I was gonna say tutor." Walking along side the two he asks. "So did ya find anything?"
"A body, and a bloody dress."
Irvine made a displeased sound over the dress. "Is the man Kait's father?"
"We don't know yet; but we're gonna search for the family with his last name."
Nodding, Irvine looked at the blond then smiled. "Hey, pardner, why do you look so bleak?"
"Seifer's mad because I had to ride with him on his bicycle meant for one." Squall mocked. "We have to report to Matron," He kissed Irvine on the cheek when his slightly taller boyfriend leaned over toward him. "Help Sis' bring the baby's stuff to the Dincht's."
"Don't have time. We'd have to break down the crib and reassemble it once I drive it there. That could take a minute."
"Tch. Even baby muscles shouldn't go to waste." Comments Seifer. "Chop, chop, do as he says. I wanna dump Leonhart off as soon as possible."
"No one asked you to stay with me, I can give the report on my own."
Irvine watched them bicker for a moment then shook his head. "Heh heh, yeah I'll see ya back at the apartment."
Hearing that, he stopped his end of the arguement. "The apartment? Irvine, Ellone is here. We can stay at Garden again."
"I know. But I figured we could use the place one last night, since all that food and junk is still there." He shrugged in an open-ended way.
"Hyne." Seifer stuffed his leather glove-clad fingers into his ears. "I'll leave the report; you two can go be disgusting."
Watching Seifer's departure, Irvine sighed with a smile. "He was right, you know, I do wanna get disgusting."
"Is that why you don't wanna bother getting the crib?" Starting down the hall again, he turned when they reached the parking lot.
Irvine chuckles in his defense. "I had only intended on having a nice meal alone together, since we won't see each other for a little while, but eh, there ain't nothin' wrong with a little bedroom activity."
Squall's smirk and slyly glance at him with those cool dual-colored eyes of his was all Irvine needed as an answer.
They chose a different car from the one they were previously using. Irvine was in the driver's seat, and sped away for the barracks as if there were no road laws. The soilders were running about or shooting off spells during a training session, by the time they got there; a group of them were marching and shouting to pass the time they aren't on the field.
Irvine watched and recalled his days attending nowhere but Galbadia: working like a dog, bleeding from open wounds during training sessions, and hard labor in general - man it was good to be alive! And yet, he could still find time to just hang out and relax - granted none of the instructors spotted him. Things are vastly different at Balamb, his soldier side needed to ease up, but the part of him that would rather let grass grow around him under a shady tree was all in for the relaxed Balamb Garden.
Squall unlocked the door to the flat going inside. Seeing the open cabinets, he wondered if Zell, and maybe some helpers, didn't already take the initiative and get the things themselves.
After removing his coat, Irvine crossed the living room entering the kitchen. "Formula's gone - bottles, too. Wanna check the bedroom, while I start dinner?"
Squall didn't answer, he simply walked into the hall down to the baby's room. His first inspection was the changing bed. He picked the piece of post-it that caught his eye. "Squall/Irvine we got the crib but left the other stuff since it's a bit much to take back on the first day, but we'll come for it tomorrow. Little heart, Zell/Selphie." Returning to the living room he took a seat at the stool. "Zell and Selphie came for the crib and things, but left the other stuff. Said they'll get it tomorrow." Watching Irvine a second he cocked his head in thought. "...Irvine. Do you think I'm attention needy?"
"Yup." Missing Squall's pissed expression, he continued speaking. "Everyone is, it's the way of life."
"You think so?" He wondered. "Seifer says I'm practically a headcase for it - me! Mister "don't rely on me for anything", you know how I was."
"Not especially, but I've got hearsay." He looked over his shoulder. "But see, the thing you gotta know, is that people are gonna want some kind of recognition - even for bad things; that's why Seifer gets on you so much, it's our way of being remembered, I guess."
"That's stupid. Who'd wanna be remembered as a dick?"
"...Don't know. But if that's the way he can get attention then that's the way he'll continue getting it - at least, from whomever takes it that way. But don't rule out the fact that they may just wanna be a jerk that day." He shrugged his hand; returning to the task of dinner, he chopped two carrots, held side by side, with a large knife. The chef popped one into his mouth before dumping the rest into a pot of butter and olive oil. "I think that when you go, all those people that noticed you for even the smallest thing will remember you for that, you'll always be alive in that way. That's the big appeal." He finished his thoughts. "So, to your question, yes, you're needy for attention."
Squall let that sink in; craning his neck he asked. "...What are you making?"
"My specialty."
Frowning, he says. "Chili?"
"Nope, my other specialty - chicken pot pie."
"Can I help?"
"Can you chop an onion?"
"No. But it's just us so it doesn't matter what it looks like, right?" Getting up from the stool, he grabbed a knife then stood beside Irvine. Giving the blade edge a tap on the countertop, he then sliced into the onion.
Stealing a glance at his progress, he blinked in shock. "Hn. Don't know how, huh?" He elbowed his boyfriend against his arm.
"I'd never call myself a show-off, but I tend to amaze people with simple things." The Home Ec. courses at Garden have their uses. He's not the top student, but he's not failing either. The noodle thing was just a fluke. He was stressed and the baby was with him, and noise from the nursery. It was distracting.
"Maybe public speaking will become one of 'em."
Shoving Irvine in return, he says. "Let's not get carried away."
The sniper only laughed.
The couple worked together to prepare the meal for its pre-made dough. And once the ingrediants are dumped into a glass oven dish, they head into the bedroom since the oven is set to low.
...
Shirts removed the two laid down on the bed. Lips together, tongues entwinded; the mattress sank in from their combined weight on top of each other. Scooting away to lie beside his boyfriend, Irvine's palm rests on Squall's crotch, and it gently - through jean - caressed Squall's genitals; their kisses have not ceased since entering the room. The gunbladest sighed against his love's parted lips, and he entangled his fingers into the thick tresses deepening the kiss; reaching around to the back of Irvine's head, Squall located the band that's keeping Irvine's hair in a ponytail and he pulled it free chucking it who knows where in the bedroom.
Irvine set to the task of ubottoning the lion's jeans, which he struggled with momentarily over having to remove himself from the kiss in order to pull them off. Removing his own was practically a tear-away event as he was one and done; lips now trailing along Squall's bare abdommen, Irvine took his tongue ghostly around the navel before lowering his lips to Squall's groin, after exposing it by his pulling away the obstructing boxers. He dropped them to the floor with their jeans.
It's a well-known speculation rumor around Garden that Squall Leonhart might be somewhat of a prude when it comes to sex - especially to a guy who wants it so much from him. After all, no one has ever successfully landed a yes for even a simple date. And none of his previous roommates could report of any telling sounds in the middle of the night from Squall's side of the shared room. But, for those who get in with Squall will find that there are ways to make the desert want water. No one knows this, nor should they, but Squall is intoxicated when having his stomach touched. If you get him worked up from that, he'll never say: "Not right now.".
Said prude arched his back from the bed when his sniper's skilled fingers snake up his torso just high enough to reach the underside of his chest to then return to his thighs with the back of his hand; Irvine's knuckles had just brushing his nipples with the rise and fall of his teasing hand. Digging his fingers into the blanket, Squall lets out a low groan. His heels made residence in the blanket and mattress as each dug in. Irvine kept that going for a very good three minutes, before combining it with his lips. He could feel Squall's insides tingling into quickly loosened knots through his kisses, that went from the groin to his navel before staying at his nether region to draw the lion's member into his mouth where it was lavishly sucked. That elevated his love's moans by five on the scale to a ten. Time to kick it up a knotch; and the once up and down movement of his hand became a sweep of circling finger tips with the one hand while the other held Squall at the hip. His hand went as high as Leonhart's chest; his circling enclosed the more times it went around until just the one finger traced his belly button. A seven in volume of 7 escaped the panting mouth, the pleased sounds came out a bit louder and quicker.
Squall has to give it to Irvine for blowjobs, the man can probably suck a set-in stain out of a white shirt if he tried; which is what earned him legs gripped around his back, feet lowering just enough to reach his love's back thighs, he heftly massaged the area and in-between of those long legs just as gently as Irvine's fingers are working his stomach. Much like himself, Irvine has a 'sweet spot' too for making him scream. Its his legs. You touch him there in just the right way and he's yours, well Squall's, because the lion didn't like to think it could happen from just anyone doing it. That he holds some key part of it.
Surely enough Irvine's body twitched to the action and his sucking became more intense. The ball of Squall's foot that's brushing Irvine's balls and his member paused briefly due to Irvine's clamped mouth parting from him, so he can moan around the meat in his mouth; the hot puffs of panted air left Squall squirming. The sniper's hips rose and fell to Squall's touch, and he rode the waves for a moment before he finally found his semblance and restored the clamp of his mouth.
He met each of his love's thrusts with ease; he was thoroughly enjoying the sounds, and the feel of a hard grip in his hair. But he's dying over the the tingling sensation of Squall's feet playing with his thighs. Neither of them can take it anymore; pressure and pleasure built, Irvine only needed to do one last thing... Raking his fingernails hard over the lion's torso, he could feel every shiver from every corner of Squall's body let itself be guided down the trail to his erection. And with back arched off the bed, control completely broken as he let out a sound that Irvine considered his roar. It ends with the sensual sound of Squall's normal yell lowering into radically hard panting, that could catch no ease since Irvine could never resist kissing him after hearing that.
Nibbling Irvine's bottom lip Squall asked in a voice carnal with need. "Where's the lube?"
"Dinner first." Irvine says insincerely.
"Let it burn." Sitting on Irvine's lap, he leaned sideways to grab a jar of lube from the side table drawer. Opening the container of oil, he coats his palms then grabbed Irvine's length.
Moaning, he tilted his head back into the pillow. "But what about the food?"
"Dammit Kinneas, I'll kill you and take what I need from your corps, if I have to."
A deep, lust filled laugh escaped the could be dead man. "If you're gonna put it that way."
His breath hitched when Squall's warming, slick hand pressed into his thigh. Leonhart's fingers fanned out as he moved them from the inside out; his thumb that's hooked around the base of Irvine's need clenched at the rod each time his fingers swept back together. Lowering his head Squall licked at the slit before spinning tongue around the head itself; one would think that Irvine would be very verbal in bed, but contrary to his loud jovial ways in the real world, he can actually be pretty to himself when it comes to private matters, keeping his moans in Squall's ear as though they're only for him. Irvine pants and whispers things to him.
Drinking it all in Squall thought to himself for a moment, as he let his free hand knead his wolf's genitals before his middle finger dipped between his legs to mess with his entrance, that the thing he'll always remember Irvine for would be his big voice and overall presence. Add to it the fact that he's able to be a friend and boyfriend engulfed in this life was a debt he felt he could not pay.
That picked up his pace, and he soon removed his finger from within. They're too much of a good fit to need much preparations anymore. Irvine was elevated from the bed to sit upon his lion's lap, and the contact of Squall's nuzzling cheek combined with strong, gunblade weilding hands on his hips has Irvine losing his grip on reality and he grabbed a hold of Squall's firm shoulders for stability. It was having Squall attack his neck with lips and teeth that hastened his actions of bouncing up and down over Squall's connection. The bladest's hand smoothed its way down Irvine's thigh then up again but it moved sideways to grab the hot flesh slapping between them.
That gave Irvine's voice some volume and during pants, his tongue licked the hoop earring his love chose to wear today and he lavished that earlobe with expert attention. But it was coming to an end, his rise and fall that was rapid became steady, before dropping to once in a while then everything froze like the calm before the storm; both men looking into the other's two-colored slitted gaze before Squall's grip jerked up when Irvine's hips slammed down. They forgot what happened after that or even if the oven was at some point tended to. But who really cared either way, they just wanted to lay in each other's embrace and rest in the comfort of spent sleep.
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