Fever | By : RaceUlfson Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 753 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Originally posted as “Catfight”
and reposted here to keep the timeline in order with permission of Acid Rain. Yaoi,
violence, and semi-non con. You have been warned.
Not for profit, not our
characters, although now that they are all catly, maybe Squaresoft will let us
keep them? No? Drat.
Zell got off his light duty and bounced himself to Irvine’s
quarters, thinking happily about spending some time with his sweet, needy
cowboy. He really had to get out of
here and go and buy him a present or something… the urge to bring Irvine stuff
was overwhelming sometimes. Food. He needs to eat something, damn… cooking
smells bug him… I wonder if maybe some salad or something…hey, pizza places
carry salad! I can order out! I can do that from his room!
Squall saw Zell bounce into the room and stood up slowly,
hands loose and posture easy, especially when you took into consideration his
incredibly bad mood. Zell froze when he
saw Squall, even though Squall was fairly sure he’d mastered his expression and
wasn’t showing how amazingly irritated he was with Zell.
“Squall… you okay?”
“I’m fine. Your
scent was all over Irvine. –All- over.”
“Yeah? So?” Zell’s
cocky comeback and stance at the mention of Irvine made Squall’s temper
boil. “You and Selphie were sick. I was good to go. He needed me. Don’t be so
jealous.”
“He’s mine.” Squall hissed out, his voice going quiet
and breathy with anger, he was not one to raise his voice when he was enraged.
“You wish.” Zell managed a sneer that he must have learned
from Seifer. He was about to go on
when Squall went for his throat with those claws he had grown while in that
fevered coma. Zell was totally
unprepared for it, Squall just… wasn’t like that, he didn’t’ fly off the
handle. Zell reflexively threw his
hands between Squall’s arms and thrust them apart so Squall missed his target,
but Squall’s charge rolled them both onto the ground. Zell’s surprise was quashed by an immediate hot flush of
rage. “FINE! I’ll kick you ass in!” he roared and rolled quickly, flipping
Squall off of him and instantly gaining his feet. Squall had rolled to all fours and was glowering at him with
those burning silver eyes, rising slowly and with a strange, muscular grace to
his feet, watching Zell.
Zell took a couple of punches at the air and shook himself.
“C’mon, Baby, time to get spanked.” He
showed his sharp teeth at Squall, and was filled with irritation that Squall
did it right back – he’d forgotten he was not the only guy in garden now with a
set of fangs the Wolfman would covet.
Squall didn’t attack… he circled. In slow motion. Zell was
sort of fascinated …he’d always thought squall was sexy when he moved, but
wasn’t letting it distract him; he was up for this fight. How fucking dare he tell me who I
can fuck? How dare he try to …to take
Irvine! He’s MINE, goddamnit! He
could not keep the snarl off of his face.
He wanted to kick Squall all over the room and fuck him up for even
suggesting it. Damn him anyway!
Squall was watching Zell and still doing that maddening
circling. He was cold as could be, Zell
recognized that fighting look – but had never seen it aimed at him. He could not stop the fear from prickling
the back of his neck – and of course, that’s when squall launched on him
again. He was ready, and caught him –
he was a martial artist. Squall could
not win unarmed, what the hell was he thinking? Then those sharp claws caught him across one cheek – he’d
misjudged, forgetting about the claws – and blood spattered. Zell made a noise like a scalded cat and
abruptly head butted Squall. WHAM. Squall fell back again.
They circled… Squall had taken first blood, but Zell’s head
butt had made the gunblader see stars.
Zell didn’t wipe the blood trickling down his face away, he was too
intent on watching Squall. He was not
going to let the bastard surprise him again.
He heard a low, breathy growling and didn’t quite get that he was the
one making the noise. Squall was
silent, burning frost coloring his eyes as he calculated Zell’s movements. Zell danced forward and did some kind of
kata, a display that confused Squall until he recognized it for what it was – a
distraction. He barely got out of the
way, spinning to the side, when the
martial artist did an axe kick – a killing blow if it landed. However, he slashed again with the claws at
Zell, leaving stripes down one arm, before Zell could recover.
Fuck me, he’s fast!
Zell licked at the blood on his forearm quickly and bounced back,
watching squall. “C’mon, you gonna give
me the Papercuts of Death, Leonhart?
Don’t you know how to hit?” He
held up his fists. “Stop with the sissy
scratching, it’s so freakin’ girly.”
Squall didn’t reply.
Zell shivered. Squall was so
quiet when he fought, it was almost unnatural.
He was circling again and Zell had to do the same or Squall was going to
get a flank attack on him. He tried to
get his temper under control but he was starting to see a red haze over
everything… he wanted to KILL this intruder, he was invading Irvine’s place, he
had to be eliminated or driven away… or forced to submit. Yeah.
He flashed a lascivious sharp-toothed grin at Squall.
Squall’s eyes just narrowed, and he pounced again, going for
Zell’s eyes this time. Zell countered
easily, cockily – he’d gotten his confidence back. Unfortunately, that was a feint and Squall’s kick to the groin
nearly felled the martial artist, only years of reflexive training keeping the
blow from landing true. And Squall had
one more trick – when Zell brought his leg up to deflect the blow from his
nuts, Squall bulled forward and knocked them both to the ground… and suddenly the
odds were a little bit more even – Zell was a martial artist, not a
wrestler. On the other hand, neither
was Squall. It was a much less graceful
but nevertheless just as intense and deadly combat, Zell’s greater strength and
experience at hand to hand being countered by Squall’s better reach and the
claws that streaked Zell’s skin over and over as they struggled. Squall ignored or brushed off several
punches Zell gave him in the back and sides, and sank his teeth into Zell’s
shoulder, kicking for all he was worth.
Zell howled in pain and anger and thrashed, bucking Squall partially off
but not enough to do the instant stand maneuver – he tried to get to his hands
and knees and Squall pounced on him again.
Zell kicked his leg out straight, mule kicking at him but Squall just
grunted and hung on.
Zell tried an elbow smash but couldn’t get a good blow on
Squall, who was just taking the blows, rolling a little to deflect the damage,
but otherwise just sucking the damage like a tank. Of course, that’s how Squall always fought, suck damage and drive
forward no matter what… Shit… what the fuck is he doing?? Zell squirmed and pried at Squall’s arm, and
then Squall leaned over and bit him, hard, where his neck joined his shoulder.
And Zell couldn’t move anymore.
Squall yanked at Zell’s clothes, the bite hurt, the claws
hurt, but Zell was frozen. All he could
do was shiver and … get hard. What the …oh, shit…no, no, fuck, this is part
of whatever it is that’s happening to us… oh, man…He felt shivers of pleasure
each time squall bit down a little, and even the claws felt more like… some
kind of erotic painful caress. This
must be what happened to Irvine.’ He thought wonderingly. ‘I
can’t think…’s like… being drugged…’ All he could do was shudder no matter
how strenuously he tried to force himself to fight.
Squall snarled and just used his claws to shred most of
Zell’s clothes – they might not be effective ask killing weapons but the
clothes shredded satisfactorily. He let
go with his teeth and yanked the shredded clothing off Zell – Zell was bleeding
but not badly. Squall didn’t even
register it, his head was swimming with impulses – the urge to kill him was
fading fast and being replaced completely with the need instead to thrust into
him and conquer him sexually. The
blinding rage was changing as if color shifting from red-hot rage to white-hot
lust. Squall could not even think in
words, just emotions, drives and needs. He was victorious, he was going to
mount this upstart, this golden crested creature would belly to him and
Squall would make him like it and beg for more.
Zell’s rage, however, was all draining away into a
shuddering helplessness that, much to his chagrin, was turning into a major
craving for Squall to just ravish his brains out. The pain was negligible.
He was a SeeD. He’d gotten much
worse from T-boarding, and he did that for fun. ‘How many times have I had a fantasy of Squall doing almost
exactly this … holding me down…’ That old fantasy flooded his mind and
proved it still had it’s power – Zell was almost overwhelmed with exactly how
sexy he had always thought that little erotic bed time story he made up for
himself. And now… it was
happening.
Curls of raw desire felt as if they were unfurling from
Zell’s muscular belly, rippling their way through his body and turning the
shuddering that was an attempt at getting control into the trembling of
desperate, needy passion. A sort of
warm, liquid pleasure rolled up his belly and spread, like watching fire lick
up over brandy, and with a similar effect.
Zell was on fire with intoxicating pleasure, and he could move – just a
little – once more. He ground his ass
into Squall’s hips and made a throaty growl.
Squall blinked a few times and then a flush of victory
spread over him. ‘Submission!’ He
thought with wild triumph, and it was quite lucky that there weren’t many
people that came to this wing of the garden – or they would have thought
someone had locked some kind of panther in Irvine’s room from the victorious
cry.
Zell got another of those butterfly tickles in his belly and
nipples when Squall snarled out his dominance over him. He threw his head back and moaned loudly, he
needed Squall… not just his sex, but that mastery. Squall beat him.
Impossible and inevitable swirled around his senses, unable to come
together – Squall should not have been able to beat the martial artist. But he did.
And now… the Gunblader was going to reap the benefit of being the winner
in this kind of dominancy fight. Zell
should have been humiliated and horrified… there was a little of the
humiliation… but it just made the submission all the more delicious.
Squall’s head was a little clearer as Zell’s own brain was
spinning in place with a dazed mix of pleasure and need laced together with
pain. He finished stripping Zell and
undid his own trousers. Time to show
the little bitch who was boss around here. “You said… you were mine. I’ll make you mine in a way you’ll
remember next time.” He hissed in Zell’s ear.
Zell’s faint answering moan, half apology and half plea, did much to
sooth Squall’s ruffled ego. He didn’t
even think of hurting Zell, he just pushed himself, very slowly and steadily
into the smaller man, watching the blond shudder and sweat under him, again
paralyzed by whatever instinct forced him to hold still while he was about to
be penetrated.
“ohsqualloh, oh,
ohsquallsquallpleaseyesspleasefuckmefuckmeoh, baby, please
pleasepleasepleasepleaseyes, yes, yes…” Zell wasn’t noisy, like Irvine, but he
was a talker. He wasn’t even aware of
speaking, his breathless chant spilled from him without conscious thought. When Squall was in to the hilt, he pulled
out a little and thrust in again, not too hard, and Zell gasped and mewled, all
the hair on his arms and the back of his neck rose up and he felt as if he were
being electrocuted with pleasure.
Squall pulled out again and it stopped – Zell cried out and thrust back
at Squall, who laughed his cold, silvery laugh and started plunging into him
with enthusiasm. Squall pulled him upright
and bit him on the shoulder again and Zell made a little breathless snarl and
pumped his hips mindlessly on Squall’s hardness. Squall pulled Zell’s head back by his crest of golden spikes and
kissed first that curling tattoo, then the point of his ear, and finally drove
his tongue into Zell’s mouth between those sharp, dangerous teeth. Zell, penetrated from both ends now, started
thrashing and sucking on that tongue and trying impossibly to get squall even
deeper inside him. He felt as if there
were some kind of current passing through his body from Squall’s hot, sweet
tongue to the punishing iron hard spike driving up his ass. Squall didn’t even have to move, really,
Zell was squirming around for both of them, and then…
Ow. Zell bit
him. Right on the tongue. Not too hard but it was a good thing squall
withdrew from his mouth at that point because as Zell started to come, he made
a yowling snarl and his teeth clicked together audibly. Squall growled with pleasure as he felt Zell
tighten around him and he bit down on Zell’s shoulder again, holding him as
Zell writhed in passion, and panting, blood pounding in his ears in time with
Zell’s frantic heartbeat as he came inside the beautiful, diminutive martial
artist.
“Mine.” He hissed in
Zell’s ear as the blonde man collapsed back against him, shuddering in his
arms. “You’re mine.”
“Yours.” Zell gasped, agreeing to anything he said right
now.
Something broke away, some sheet of ice, some iceberg,
inside Squall and he hugged Zell fiercely, erection subsiding slowly inside the
smaller man. “Mine.” He whispered
hoarsely, and put his face against Zell’s bleeding shoulder, suddenly horrified
- he was going to cry. Great. I just
fucking RAPED Zell and I’m going to cry now. Hypocrite!
Zell heard it – he actually heard Squall’s voice crack
minutely and his eyes flickered open.
“Baby?” He blinked a few times,
trying to remember where the hell they were, even. Squall looked up at him in abject misery as what he had just done
sank into his rational mind now that the animal passion was spent. “…Squall… oh, Baby, don’t cry…!”
Which, of course, broke the tiny bit of resolve Squall had
left to not cry, and he burst into soft, gagging sobs that sounded as if each
one were being ripped from his heart and squeezed from his throat by some
terrible force.
Squall had no idea how it happened so fast – Zell was
disentangled from him and instead of him holding Zell fucking
…dominating…hurting… oh, Hyne, no, tell me I didn’t’ do that… he was in
Zell’s arms and sobbing into his scratched, bleeding chest and being comforted
by the man he’d just raped. There’s some fucking great irony there
somewhere, Leonhart, if you weren’t in such sad mental shape, I’m sure you’d
appreciate it.
Zell didn’t’ even feel the scratches anymore, he just
…tingled all over. He felt ridiculously
good, emotionally especially. And poor Squall obviously did not. Squall choked and sobbed, clinging to Zell
and trying to say he was sorry, but he couldn’t get anything out but the
whispery sobs that made his throat so tight he was running out of air.
“Its okay, Baby, shhhh.
Zelly’ll make it all better.
What’s wrong? …” he ran his hands over Squall gently. “Hrn… I
think I broke a rib on you, Baby. We’re
both gonna have to sneak a Curaga. How
about this, lets help each other into the shower – the shower in here’s
huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge! – and then we clean up all this blood and get the
place in shape before Irvine comes back… you can have him, honest, I just… I’m
sorry, Squall, I just couldn’t keep my hands off him, it’s the smell, I figured
it out, he’s crankin’ out pheromone clouds like a mad grat stinkin’ up the
training center. I was too screwed up
to remember to tell you until just now.
C’mon…” he tugged Squall to his feet, ignoring his own bites and
scratches, moving them both into the shower together and starting to unfasten
the rest of Squall’s clothes.
Shit! I cracked Squall’s ribs and neither of us noticed.
How the hell can he fuck like a rampant T-rexsaur with a broken rib? Not to
mention He’s still kind of sick – oh, gawd, he doesn’t know I’m gay or
anything, either… he probably thinks I hate his guts forever…Does Irvine hate
us? He was straight, I’m pretty sure.
Squall felt the Curaga
flow over them and sudden vertigo made him nearly fall flat on the shower
floor. Zell peeled his clothes off,
holding him onto the wall of the shower stall, and turned on the shower, a
warm, misty spray that felt obscenely good.
Zell scrubbed himself down in record time, blood washing away and
leaving him unscarred, Curaga smoothing and renewing him. He felt more like he’d just had a really
hard, intense training session. Hehe. Maybe I did, sort of. That made him bark a short
little laugh that made Squall blink dully at him, his silvery blue eyes gray
with remorse and fear that he’d hurt Zell.
Zell grinned at him,
which made the commander’s baffled expression increase. “Zell…?
Are… what are we going to do?”
He said miserably. “I’m
dangerous…”
Zell cackled. “Oh, yeah,
you were a pussycat before, couldn’t hurt a fly! You’re Commander Squall Leonhart, the Lion of Balamb, leader of a
crack team of specialist killers, assassins and magic tossing mayhem
dealers! Harmless as a leetle flauwer.”
He exaggerated the words humorously as he scrubbed Squall, who stood passively
and allowed Zell to do as he wanted.
Squall felt his face heat
up. “Shut up. You know what I mean.”
“Yeah. You didn’t rape me, Squall. I could have cast on myself any of the
spells you’d had on yourself when we brought you back, I drew them all off of
you when you went delirious. If I
triple slept you odds are that one woulda worked. I’ve been dyin’ to have sex with you since we both got to the
garden.” He cackled again. “Can’t rape the willing, Baby!”
Squall blinked some more,
the misting warm water making it appear as if he were still crying, though he
had stopped about the time Zell got him in the shower. “I… think… I knew that.”
Zell grinned, but it
dissolved into a shy smile. “I have always had a crush on you, Baby. I know it was rough on you but … that was
like one of my old wet dreams played out for me. Cold and in control and hot and inside of me… all at the same
time. I loved it. So don’t be sorry, okay?” He leaned in and
stuck his wet body to Squall’s, and grinned up at him as he slid very slowly
down, starting to plant kisses down his throat and chest. Squall made a faint sound that might have
been a protest, but …ended up a groan of
pleasure as Zell sucked one pale pink nipple into his mouth, making it
and it’s mate peak and darken. The
stream of water washed over them both as Zell licked his way down Squall’s
freshly washed hide, tasting down his belly to take that already stiff, flushed
member into his mouth as he’d fantasized since he’d first laid eyes on the
beautiful, cold gunblade specialist, glancing up occasionally and watching
Squall’s face go all hot and pink and flushed under his delicate, beautiful
skin. His scent was of gunmetal and
leather, his clothes and weapon leaving their scent strongly. but he tasted of strong vanilla and just a
hint of cinnamon and ginger, much warmer than his demeanor suggested, flames
beneath the ice.
That giddy pleasure of
belonging to Squall took Zell again as he knelt in the shower and applied his
tongue, lips and throat to his conqueror.
He wanted to make Squall happy, he wanted to make him stop feeling
miserable and bad about himself, he wanted Squall to know that he happily
accepted what had happened… because it meant he could do this now, and maybe
even keep doing it later, in the future.
Squall could not
…quite…believe Zell could DO what he was doing, but he really didn’t’ care at
this point, as long as he kept doing it.
How could he breathe with a cock going right down his throat? He buried his fingers in Zell’s wet hair and
moaned, if the shower wall were not holding him up, he would have toppled right
over. Glancing down made him feel faint
with erotic pleasure – watching his cock vanish into Zell’s mouth, seeing the
concentration and flushed pleasure on the tattooed face – He’s enjoying
this more than I am, even. He… oh…
Hyne… what’s he doing with his tongue now?!
Squall came, fast and
hard and nearly fell. Zell heard the
brunette’s head smack the shower wall with a crack, not once, but twice, but he
couldn’t do much about it as Squall convulsed, except hold him so he didn’t
slip and fall all the way. All the
while, Zell greedily sucked at the pulsing prick in his mouth, feeling as if he
were being given some kind of precious gift.
A reaction from Squall other than distain. Forcing a reaction out of the Ice princess.
Zell was holding Squall
up against the shower wall kissing him and Squall just slipped his arms around
the muscular martial artist and sagged a little. The kisses were tender and loving and …sweet. He was dimly aware that Zell was murmuring
little endearments and encouragements but he couldn’t really understand them –
he was so tired and sleepy… he stood like a dozing horse while Zell toweled him
off and dried his hair, grooming him for a nap, pulling Irvine’s silky robe
around his shoulders and getting him onto the couch. Squall was sort of fuzzily blinking at Zell while he cleaned up
the evidence of their fight… Hyne there was a lot of blood.
Finally, it was reasonably
presentable and Zell bounced back to Squall, who was half asleep and now admiring his bouncing Zell. “Mine.”
He whispered.
“Forever, Baby. All yours.”
A little shiver of
happiness and one of his rare smiles lit up his eyes. “Irvine’s pregnant. He’s
going to have our baby.”
Reflex response – Zell
almost said ‘that’s wonderful!’ before he realized what Squall had just really
said. “he-who-wha?”
“Whatever we are…” a
shadow briefly darkened his eyes, then cleared again. “We can get pregnant. You or I, we got Irvine pregnant. He’s going to have a baby.”
“…Squall…? How…?”
Squall grinned a big
sleepy, possessive grin at Zell. “How
do you think? If Irvine can get pregnant…”
Zell squeaked.
Squall gave a rusty
chuckle and pulled Zell down onto the couch and more or less into his lap. “Yeah. Kinda makes things more
interesting.” He rubbed his face on
Zell’s damp hair. “We need to help
Irvine, though. He’s so
frightened. Will you help me,
Zell? We can take care of Irvine and
help him until…”
Zell covered Squall’s
mouth with a kiss, silencing him. He
drew back a little, quiet for a change. Finally, he said, “We’re a team. Right?
It will be like when we were all against Ultimecia. Only this time we’re
teaming for a positive reason, not just to stop some wigged out bitch with a
hat fetish. I’ve always wanted to be
‘with’ you. I fell for Irvine pretty
hard recently. Hasn’t changed my
feelings about you. Maybe it will work
out. And no ‘Until’. Lets just stop at ‘Take care of Irvine and
help him.’ Okay, Baby?”
Squall hugged him
tightly. “Yeah. That’s what I wanted to hear. That’s what I meant.” He whispered. “I feel all jittery and fragile, but I feel
better. I needed to hear that,
Zell. It means a lot to me.”
“…it means everything to
me, Squall. If I can keep you and
Irvine with me and not have Selphie bash my brains out… I mean… this is a LOT
more personal than just using your toothbrush, y’know?”
Squall just made a sleepy
snort of amusement
“That’s not funny, she
almost killed me! Human beings were not
made to be force fed toothbrushes!”
Squall drifted off to
sleep on Irvine’s couch, Zell’s weight on him… Zell took the hint and shut up
and just snuggled in, watching his Commander’s face soften into an almost
childish sweetness in his sleep.
And Zell wondered … could a Squallycat get a Zellycat preggers?
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo