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Revenant	By : RaceUlfson Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Just a short little epilogue to tie up a few loose ends.
Thank you so much for reading and especially for commenting. I hope you enjoyed
the ride.

Still not my boys; I return them now a bit battered but
still willing. No profit except in fun.

Small smut scene ahead.

Epilogue

{Seifer}

Bradley Butterfield made a complete recovery. Kadowaki
sent him home with his folks, anyway, and it�s still up in the air if he�s
coming back.

Iblis won�t be returning. As a personal favor to Squall,
Laguna Loire tucked a certain wizened black heart into the works of a new
weather satellite. Iblis is now in high orbit, well out of range of anything
that could conceivably bleed for him. I would have done the victory dance, but
being gut shot made it a bit rough.

Kadowaki had the four of us evaced out, since we�d made a
mess of her nice Infirmary. Things are a little blurry after that, but it seems
there are a lot of useless parts just taking up space in a man�s gut system,
like an appendix and a gall bladder, so it worked out all right.

Every time I woke up in the hospital, someone was warming
the uncomfortable looking chair by my bed. Zell was there a lot, restlessly
drawing, trying to capture the images of Quezacotl�s realm and not go stir
crazy. Irvine, too, once the greenstick breaks in both his legs set, and the
girls and once even Mr. President himself. Squall when they�d let him out of
bed, which wasn�t often, as he was pretty messed up, too. Made a guy feel all
warm and fuzzy to have so many people fretting and fussing.

Ok, the warm and fuzzy was from the drugs.

We all earned 30 days R & R and repaired to one of
Loire�s Presidential Retreats. He offered his seaside joint, but Zell pointed
out that would be like vacationing at Ma�s without the cookies, so instead we
ended up in the mountains near a river full of, you guessed it, fish. Funny how
things come full circle.

Zell took Loire�s advice and visited the little Artist�s
Village down the hill. Soon he had taken over the workshop out in back of the
cabin and was creating a stained glass image of Quez. Loire took one look at
the partially completed project and commissioned Zell to do 6 more GF�s.

I was supposed to stay in bed the whole month, but damned
if I was serving time alone. Squall was my current bed partner, lying naked and
sulky and curled up with his back to me. Not that I minded the view. Squall was
naked because the girls had packed the Hyneawful pajamas with the moogles and
he rightly refused to wear them; sulking because Irvine had caught him drooping
and sent him up to me for a nap.

I could hear our resident mother hen limping around the
kitchen, singing and cooking up something that smelled terrific. I hoped I�d
actually be allowed to eat some this time, instead of that baby food crap they�d
been feeding me. You want to know why babies cry all the time? Try tasting that
shit.

Squall huffed and rolled over. He�d been in a mood these
last few days. I smoothed down his chocolate colored hair and said, �Talk to
me.�

�I hurt you,� he whispered after a while. �I killed
you.�

�So? It wasn�t you, it was Iblis. I�ve hurt you plenty of
times.�

He went silent, thinking it over. �Every time you hurt me�
you were possessed by something evil: Iblis or Ultimecia.�

Not sure what he was getting at, I said, �Yeah, and so
were you, so if you aren�t pissed at me, why wouldn�t I forgive you?�

�Not every time.� Squall traced the scar on my face with
his fingertips.

I resisted the urge to sigh and roll my eyes. So that�s
what the angst was all about. I�m the first to admit I don�t really have a firm
grasp on the concept of guilt, but I knew it and Squall went way back. And who
knows what poisoned thoughts Iblis had started in Squall�s murky mind?

�One lucky shot! You got under my guard. Once.�

�I�m sorry,� he whispered.

�Make it up to me.� I smirked at Squall�s startled look.
�Blow job.�

Squall arched an eyebrow. �Blow job?�

�Sure, you want to apologize and make me feel better,
don�t you? Oral sex is the perfect apology. Think about it, doesn�t getting a little
head always cheer you up? Have I ever complained about a blow job?�

Silver eyes glinted with amusement. �Not about receiving
one, no.�

�There you have it. Get to work.� I grinned at him.

Squall settled between my legs and nuzzled my sack. �Are
you even cleared for sex, Seif? I don�t want to hurt you.� The �again� was left
unspoken.

I groaned. �I�ve been in bed with one or the other of you
guys for over two weeks and haven�t gotten laid yet. Have some pity,
Leonhart.�

�Are you sure?� He stroked his hand gently over my cock.

�Hyne, it�s fellatio, not the kama sutra!�

Squall mmmmed and slipped his lips over the head of my
dick. Then he kept humming, a nice little technique that can make a lesser man
beg in seconds. I lasted about a full minute before entwining my hands in his
silky hair and trying to thrust. He held me down and continued the sweet
torture. Squall does this thing with the tip of his tongue that feels like he�s
writing graffiti on my cock. It never fails to make me crazy.

So you will appreciate the act of will it took to push him
away.

Squall looked up at me, puzzled and a little afraid he had
hurt me.

�Let me fuck you,� I pleaded. �It�s been so long.�

He hesitated and I pressed my case. �The last time, it
wasn�t me, and I hurt you. We need to get past that, please, Squall.�

�You do nothing,� he ordered, and I lay back against the
pillows, happy to obey.

Squall fished the lube out of the bedside table drawer and
squirted a generous amount into his hands. He worked them together, warming the
slick stuff up, then moved so he was straddling my legs. He took both our
shafts in his hands, smoothing the lube up and down them, rubbing us together.
I nearly blew it by coming right there.

He arched back and prepped himself, making the most
delectable faces. My fingers itched to grab him; I compromised by settling my
hands on his upper thighs. Squall writhed and squirmed on his own fingers, and
finally decided he�d tormented me enough.

Squall moved forward, leaning down to kiss me deeply
before pushing back onto my cock. Hyne, he felt incredible, hot and tight and
yet open and welcoming. I moaned and moved my hands up to massage his ass while
Squall rode me slowly, mindful of both our injuries.

Time stopped, and then suddenly I was gasping his name and
spilling into him. Squall came hard, taut and panting, and then he collapsed
against my chest. I got a quick hug and kiss in before he realized he was
killing me and rolled off.

Squall cleaned us both up and snuggled under my arm, his
head on my chest. I knew Squall too well to think a quick roll in the hay would
solve his angst; but it sure as Hyne helped mine. I toyed with his hair
and thought that life could not get better than this.

�Wake up, Boys,� Irvine said cheerfully. He was standing at the foot of the bed,
wearing nothing but a small gingham apron and carrying a tray of truly
delicious smelling food. �Supper time!�

Zell appeared in the doorway behind Irv. He was in his
naughty nursie outfit, which consisted of a nurse�s cap and microscopic white
shorts decorated with a red cross. Zell held up a large sponge. �And after
that, bath time!�

Okay, life could get a little better. Always room
for improvement, I say.

Finis
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