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Mine.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 923 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Mine.
- 2-Touched
- 3-Wet.
- 4-Weighed.
- 5-Hunted.
- 6-Feathered.
- 7-Warned.
- 8-Beaten.
- 9-Needy.
- 10-Satisfied.
- 11-Violated.
- 12-Loved.
- 13-Examined.
- 14-Prepared.
- 15-Chosen.
- 16-Marked.
- 17-Whipped.
- 18-Pierced.
- 19-Relaxed.
- 20-Discovered.
- 21-Won.
- 22-Mine.
- 6
- 7
- 8
Warnings: Yaoi, slash, of course.
Native Zell, bad language, the usual stuff that makes
everyone love this fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Squaresoft
characters or any of their affiliates, but I do own the plotline and the
personalities of Whipcrack, Shir�nis
and Jirrah. I also own Dylan and Bobby � but you can
have them if you like. I don�t make any money off this fic,
only fans.

Pairings: Seriously�

Author�s Notes: Anonymous from gundam-wing-fanfiction,
you�re slightly nutty. Obsessed and nutty. It�s rare
that I update more often than fortnightly or so� In fact, just a warning, but I
don�t know when the next update will be. I�m going home and the internet access
is shaky at the moment, since we moved house. But fear not! I won�t have
disappeared.

On to the fic! As usual /indicated
native speak/.

Mine. � KittyMeowMaxwell.

Chapter Seven � Warned.

�It�s all�� Squall murmured, then swore and whistled through
his teeth in a way most unlike him. But Seifer knew
how he felt.

They�d found Irvine�s clothes and his gun, along with most
of Lightning�s tack stashed under a pile of rocks some thirty minute�s ride
from the cave they were currently in. The only reason they�d found it was
because Seifer had been so bored and frustrated with
finding no clues that he�d started throwing rocks to pass the time, and he�d
happened to dislodge the top one, which set them all falling and revealed the
flash of dark metal that gave away Irvine�s gun. There were no tears in the
clothing, only dust, and it was evident they had been disposed of and then, on
a second thought, hidden away.

�Sure�n all these signs scream
�savage�, Sheriff,� Bobby drawled, indicating the burnt-out fire, dried pitch,
old animal skins and various other leavings within the cave.

�Don�t mean that�s got anythin� teh do with �is clothes, but,� Dylan reasoned, though he
sounded disbelieving of his own words.

Seifer�s spine crawled. His hunch
was confirmed and it made him nervy thinking about it. What would a savage want
with one Irvine Kinneas? If they had come across one
another by accident, surely someone would have ended up dead. That bespoke
planning, even kidnapping, but what in Hyne�s name
would be the point?

If the savages meant to bargain, to keep the land they were
slowly losing, then taking Irvine
was an exercise in futility. His family wasn�t rich, and they owned one of the
smallest ranches in the area. He also wasn�t important enough to call the
attention of anyone richer or more important than his own family. It didn�t
make sense.

Squall shook his head and ran his gloved fingers through his
dusty hair, then shrugged his shoulders.

�At any rate,� he said slowly, tugging absently at the cuff
of his red-brown deer-hide jacket. �They�ve been gone long enough for the coals
to go stone cold and this pitch to dry solid. At least a few
hours.� He swept his hat back onto his head and glanced at Seifer.

�We�re not hanging around here,� the Sheriff said instantly
to the unspoken question. �We�ve got to get as far as we can before sunset.�

Bobby had disappeared, but as the three of them left the
cave, he came striding back through the trees, a grin on his face.

�Bet our savage weren�t happy he had to move on. I�d reckon
he scouted out �n� saw us a-comin�, or there ain�t no way he�d�ve
left. Cave here�s the perfect place. Come see what I found.�

He waved a hand and turned to head back the way he�d come.
The others looked at each other, then followed after
him. When they reached the hot lake, Seifer heard
Squall groan in appreciation � man always had been a sucker for a hot bath.

�Shit. Will yer lookit that�� Dylan murmured, whistling lowly.

Bobby nodded.

�Constant water supply, cave�s nice �n� closed in � stay
warm as toast � and then there�s this. �N� we know game�s purdy
good �round here.�

�Seifer��

�Squall?�

A smirk tugged at the corners of Seifer�s
mouth � he knew what Squall was going to ask for.

�We�ve got time for a swim, don�t we? Obviously whoever�s
got Irvine
isn�t going to do anything too vicious anytime soon��

Dylan was already leaping naked into the hot water.

�Guess we do,� Seifer said with a
raised brow. Who was he to turn Squall down if the Deputy wanted to get naked
and wet�? �Nosiree, not me�� the Sheriff muttered,
smirking slightly.

�What was that?� Squall asked, looking sidelong at Seifer partway through undoing his dark, dark jeans.

�Nothing at all, Squall. Nothing at all.�

They were soon all four of them splashing about in the water
with no idea that dark eyes watched them.

- - - - - - -

They were just preparing to move off the next morning,
having woken quite contentedly in each others� arms, when a blow-dart hissed
through the air, only missing Irvine because Zell saw
it coming and threw himself at the cowboy, pressing him to the ground. He
crouched over his charge and showed his teeth, hand inching towards the pouch
at his belt, where his own blow-pipe was nestled.

�/I�d refrain, if I were you�/� Kiros�
voice came clearly to them both and he and three other dark-skinned natives
melted out of the trees.

Zell crouched lower, covering as
much of Irvine�s
body as he could without lowering his guard. The cowboy lay still beneath him,
save for a tremble that coursed through his frame every minute or so. He was
afraid. And he should be, Zell
thought, visions of that elegant throat slit to scarlet flashing across the
backs of his eyes.

�/What do you want, Kiros?! I�m moving away from your lands!/�

�/They come for him,/� Kiros said, showing his own teeth and puffing out his chest
in a conscious show of intimidation and domination. Zell
didn�t back down or move from his protective position and his eyes flashed
rebelliously at Kiros.

�/They come after us. It makes no difference to you. They
won�t come near your lands./�

Jirrah appeared from some dark
hidey-hole even Zell hadn�t seen, and the Gayla�s short fuzz-fur stood on end, wing-fins mantling. He
hissed and one of the braves� tight-drawn bow settled
upon him.

�/Jirrah!/�
Zell snapped, fearful for the Gayla�s
life. �/Be calm. All is well./�

Jirrah made his low, wet purring sound, but harsher, firmer � a growl.
He floated over to Zell�s side and the native
reluctantly stood, waving the Gayla to take up his
protective position. If he must lose one of them, he would rather it be Jirrah than his cowboy.

�/All is not well,/� Kiros spat, the Cockatrice tail-pinions in his hair
clattering and hissing against one another when he made an almost violent
gesture in Zell�s direction. �/You
bring down these men upon us, all for foolish pride. Slit the creature�s throat
now and be done with it. It will never please you./�

Zell slit his eyes and strutted
two steps forward. How dare Kiros tell him what to do with his property, his taken?!
Chief or not, the choice was not his.

�/I bring nothing
down upon you, only upon myself. We�re well away from the camp. We�re no threat
to you./�

Body language and gestures were exchanged, each man
reminding the other of his dominance, in different areas. When Zell refused to back down, Kiros
snarled, and it was only Old Law that protected the blonde from attack. Kiros could not touch him without due provocation or cause
and, despite what the Chief said, there was no cause.

�/It will bite you, in the end, Zell. It cannot be trained. You�ll fail and it will go back
to its people, and they will kill you./�

Zell crouched a little, holding
himself ready to attack and making sure Kiros knew
it. He did have cause. Despite Kiros� place in their tribe, he still had no right to come
into another man�s place and start making demands. Impermanent or not, this was
his place, and he would defend it, and his property, if Kiros
forced it of him.

�/You are looking for me to fail, Kiros. You want reason to throw me out. You�ve
wanted reason since the moment you laid eyes on me. Even now, you think you can
use this to get rid of me. I�m taking him away from my people for their sake,
not yours. I don�t care if the Outsiders take your life. You�re only endangering yourself and these braves by
being here./�

Kiros� eyes flashed and he showed
his teeth again, out of habit more than the belief that it would have any
effect. Zell only returned the gesture, and growled
from the back of his throat. Two of the three braves took a step backward.

�/You won�t dispose of it�?/� Kiros wondered dangerously.

�/No. I�ll keep him./�

�/Then I will slit its throat myself!/�
Kiros snarled. �/You can�t protect it all the time./�

�/And you can�t stay away from camp
for too long. Go home, Kiros. Go home./�

Zell lowered his body further,
muscles tense and twitching, and he only wasn�t throwing himself at the Chief
because he respected the Old Laws and the very position of Chief, even if he
didn�t respect Kiros himself. If the man took one step towards Irvine, Zell would
kill him.

Kiros curled his lip in disdain
and turned his back, a rude but easily understood gesture.

�/You�ll have to bring it to camp
eventually, if you want it recognised as a taken, and
yours at that. Be certain that gaining the HeartSeer�s
(1) approval will not be easy for you, youngling./� He spat the last word as an
insult, then stalked off into the trees, waving his braves to come after him.
All four soon disappeared.

Zell snarled and threw the nearest
available object � a lump of rock � in the direction Kiros
had come. Why must he pester and interfere?! Zell
knew what he was doing! He knew he had been right when he said Kiros was looking
for a way to get rid of him, but he had broken none of the Old Laws � and would
break none.

He took three deep breaths and turned to face Irvine, around whom Jirrah was now securely wrapped. He looked afraid, but
desperate to hide it. His pride made Zell proud. The
native�s face softened at the sight of him � how could it not? He was so
beautiful, strong, elegant and, Zell
was sure, passionate.

Oh! How he wanted to lay Irvine down and give him the pleasure he
deserved, make him arch and cry out and plead. To take his
own pleasure in the giving. But they were too vulnerable here. He would
have an arrow or a blow-dart in his unprotected back while he took what was
his.

To say the least, that would certainly ruin the mood�

Zell went over to Irvine and offered a hand.
They still needed to move onwards. If Kiros and his
braves had seen the group searching for Irvine,
and come here following, surely they couldn�t be more than a few hours behind.

Zell only hoped this new shelter
would be hidden enough to keep them safe without having to keep on the move.
While it was a treat to watch his cowboy swing so easily with the movement of
the chocobo, they couldn�t talk properly, and there
was a lot he wished to teach his newest taken. There were proper tasks and behaviours Irvine
would need to know.

They packed swiftly and were soon off again, Jirrah weaving among the trees, appearing and disappearing
as he pleased.

- - - - - - -

After they�d been riding for a little while, and Irvine grew bored with the
endless and repetitive scenery of trees,
he spoke.

�/Why want me, when it causes trouble for you?/�

Zell glanced over his shoulder at Irvine, eyes veiled, then he returned his gaze forward and
Irvine wondered
what he was hiding. It wasn�t the first time he�d wondered it, and the
conversation this morning had given fuel to that wondering.

�/Impossible not to want you,/� Zell said after a long moment of silence, but there was
more to it, Irvine
was sure.

�/Why not one of your own kind?/�

At this, Zell gave a strange snort
of laughter that Irvine
thought might well be sarcastic. He wished he could see the native�s face, and
to that end, he kneed Whipcrack forward, bringing him
alongside Shir�nis and Zell.
The native looked at him, arching a golden brow, but didn�t send him back. Irvine watched him
struggling for a long moment before he reluctantly spoke again.

�/My own kind, as you say, are none of them beautiful as
you, and certainly not special as you./�

�/Special?/� It was Irvine�s turn to arch a
brow. �/What�s special about me?/�

Zell looked at him then, with eyes
that were faintly sorrowful, then it cleared and he smiled, reaching out to pat
the sharpshooter�s cheek.

�/You will see. Now, worry only
about traveling. Worry only about me./�

Irvine
rolled his eyes slightly. It seemed everything was about Zell.
(2) But then, it was hard to worry about much else when all there was to see
were trees, Zell, chocobos,
trees, Gayla, trees, Zell.
To say that Zell was probably the most interesting
thing to see would be an understatement.

As they traveled, Zell taught him
some more obscure words and broadened his knowledge of the native�s language.
He was surprised himself at how quickly he�d picked it up, and how easy it was
now to speak it. Then again, there wasn�t much else to do as well as see, so he
supposed it wasn�t really so surprising.

Zell halted them at midday and
went about teaching Irvine
more about hunting. They caught their lunch, cooking it, then
ate while they rode.

�/You always only eat Grat?/� Irvine
wondered, arching a brow when Zell gave a chuckle.

�/No,/� the native said after
swallowing his latest bite, a laugh in the word.

�/But I haven�t seen you catch anything else./�

�/You�ll be upset if I tell you,/� Zell asserted, still smirking. By now he was licking his
fingers clean and Irvine
was momentarily distracted by watching the native�s tongue.

�/No I won�t,/� he said after a
longer-than-necessary pause and a shake of his head to clear it.

�/Will. Although, comforting would
be enjoyable./�

Irvine
blinked, then pretended he hadn�t heard that, and
persisted.

�/Why? Why have I only seen you hunt Grats?/�

Zell gave a longsuffering sigh,
settling his hands back in his lap, and he looked solemnly at Irvine. The cowboy blinked a few times at
him, all sorts of ideas on what Zell might be about
to tell him meandering through his mind.

�/Too loud./�

Irvine
frowned, totally uncomprehending.

�/What�?/�

�/Grats can�t hear. They�re deaf.
You make noise enough to scare off anything else. Grats
is all I can hunt with you./�

The cowboy stared at him, then flushed and looked away,
embarrassed at this revelation. He thought he�d been getting better today. Zell�s warmest chuckle slid down his spine and the native
came over to him, patting his shoulder.

�/Sorry,/� Irvine said. �/I�m surprised you haven�t got
rid of me by now, what with being chased because of me and, like, not being
able to hunt properly./�

The native shook his head.

�/Grats are good enough food.
You�ll get better, it takes a long time. It took me many days, many weeks. You
can�t expect to know instantly and you�ve already learned to speak very well./�

Irvine
smiled at the compliment, turning his eyes shyly to the native. He�d realised it wouldn�t be appreciated � proper, probably � if
he initiated any contact between them, but he desperately wanted Zell to kiss him right then. He hesitated, then wondered softly;

�/Will you kiss me?/�

Zell cocked his head and a smirk
curved his lips. He cupped Irvine�s
chin and drew him forward a little. The cowboy was already parting his lips and
he shivered when the native�s tongue dipped gently within before his mouth
captured Irvine�s
own. He realised Zell must
rather like that way of kissing. So did he.

The native�s hand came to his waist and Irvine was just glad they were both such good
riders, or there was no doubt they would have fallen off. Irvine already felt as though the ground had
fallen out from beneath him. His stomach leapt, then settled into a low,
simmering almost-fire, warming further when Zell�s
hand smoothed up the thigh closest to him. His tongue met the native�s, a
heady, addictive feeling, and one of his own hands went to Zell�s
shoulder.

The native broke away long before Irvine would have wished it and licked his
lips, reaching out to brush his fingertips along the cowboy�s lower one.

�/You�re eager for me. I am pleased,/� he said, smirking a little and Irvine found he had a small smile to offer in
return. He liked the thought of pleasing Zell,
whatever that pleasing might entail.

Right on the heels of that realisation
came the one that it was an altogether too female
thought. (3) Dammit! Zell
was confusing everything and making it all weird.
Whoever heard of two men doing� being� Whoever heard of it anyway?!

Irvine
looked away, cursing himself, now, for asking what he had of Zell. He was supposed to be resisting these strange urges, and he should never have behaved the
way he did when he woke up in Zell�s arms. Never mind that it felt� well, good. It just couldn�t happen
anymore. He would resist!

Besides, he had a sneaking suspicion whomever �they� were
that Kiros had talked about �they� were coming after
him. Of course the town would have sent someone by now � he�d been gone three
days. Was it only that long?

He settled into a melancholy silence, watching Zell�s back and thinking of home and how strange his life
had become since he left. He forced himself to keep away from thinking any
thoughts involving himself, Zell,
touching and sweat.

It was harder than he thought it might be.

- - - - - - -

Of course, the next morning, Seifer
regretted the selfish urge that had lead him to let
Squall Leonhart get naked and go for a swim. They had
wasted the rest of the afternoon, and camped in the cave they�d found, and now
the trail was even harder to follow. Whether or not it was a product of the
time they�d wasted, Seifer still blamed that. He
pushed the others mercilessly, snappish and standoffish, which inevitably began
to irritate Bobby, Dylan and even the possibly un-irritatable
Squall.

By about lunch time, said Deputy snapped.

�Seifer!
It�s over! It�s done with. We maybe made a mistake, but beating us up about it isn�t going to help Irvine! Nor is beating yourself up so get over
it and be a decent leader. Stop taking it out on us!�

Seifer snapped back.

�It�s your fault, Leonhart! If you hadn�t wanted so badly to go for a fucking swim,
we wouldn�t be having this argument!�

Squall growled, quite unlike himself.

�If I remember rightly it was Dylan in the water first, and besides that you could easily have
said no!� He reined Dot closer, dropping his voice to a vicious hiss so the
other two couldn�t hear it. �And don�t think I don�t know why you said yes, either, Sheriff.
Did you enjoy the view?�

Seifer�s righteous anger deflated
at that and he looked away, ashamed of himself. Squall was right. He had no one
to blame but himself. The Deputy�s hand came to his shoulder and, when he
glanced up, Squall gave him a slight smile.

�Everyone makes mistakes, Seifer,
even you. Let�s just get on with it, okay?�

Seifer was mildly surprised. Not
only was it the most words he thought he�d ever heard Squall say in the space
of five minutes, that last part was the nicest
thing he�d ever heard Squall say. He couldn�t help but smile back, if only
because a smile actually looked kind of funny on Squall�s face.

�If you two�re, like, done with yer manly bondin�� Bobby
drawled. �We should probably get goin��

Seifer glared at Bobby, but the
man was grinning teasingly. Squall just rolled his eyes and pulled his chocobo�s head around to follow Bobby. Seifer
followed Squall.

They found few clues that day to let them know whether or
not they were on the right track, but Seifer�s gut
was leading him and, since his gut had been right about the savage in the first
place, he was inclined to obey it. He was reluctant to stop at all, even well
after the sun had set, but it was dangerous for the birds and for them, a
low-hanging tree-branch or kamikaze creature real worries.

The mood had been subdued their second night, but it was
even more so now. They all knew they only had enough food to keep them for two,
three more days at the most, and it would take them at least a day, probably
more, to trek back in a direct line to the town. There was only so much they
could hunt, and they all knew the savage would know the place like the back of
his hand and be easily able to find enough to feed himself and his captive.

They settled down to sleep much earlier, so they could wake
much earlier, and it took Seifer a long time of
tossing and turning to finally drift off.

- - - - - - -

(1) Is this not a cool word?! Well, it�s better than the
stereotypical �Matchmaker�, which I originally had, and was saved from by the inventions
of � yep, you guessed it � Hicky. What would I do without her? Well� I probably
wouldn�t be writing this fic at all.

(2) In the words of The Great Zell-Puppeteer
Hicky: �S�all �bout the
fighter!� Or� in this case, the native.

(3) No, I�m not a male chauvinist. Pretty
damn hard when I�m a female� It was the thinking of the time I�m� sort
of� loosely� portraying in this whacked out fic.

Author�s Note: Yay! Kiros! I love Kiros so much, but
he�s so mean in this fic! I�m sorry Kiros! *schnoogles him*

Kiros: Get� it� off� me!
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