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Mine.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 923 -:- 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.

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.
- 8
- 9
- 10
Warnings: A lot. If you�re still reading this fic, you should be used to it all by now.

Pairings: No brainer.

Disclaimer: Don�t own it, don�t make money off it.

Author�s Notes: Sorry it�s been a while. I went on holiday! Lucky me. Being without the internet
sucked, though. This chapter is a little short, but the next one will
make up for it, I promise.

/Native speak./

Mine. � KittyMeowMaxwell.

Chapter Nine � Needy.

Irvine
awoke from a dream of sweat-slick skin and whispering moans, groaning when he came
to the awareness of a powerful thigh between his own legs, against the growing
heat that resided there. He tried to draw away, but Zell�s leg only came
higher, rubbing slowly against him.

He let out a tiny whimper, closing his eyes tight, and
stilled, a tremble running through him that he hoped wouldn�t wake the native.

He was reminded all over again of how many times stronger
than himself Zell was. Even sleeping, nothing about him was soft. Well� Irvine amended after a
moment, blushing. One thing was. But
that would, of course, change if the native woke up.

He hoped the native wouldn�t wake up�

But that dream. He
couldn�t remember it, but it was enough to make him hot and� tingly. What a
stupid word. But that was how he felt, as though a million teeny, tiny spiders
were running around under his skin. He took a few deep breaths then tried to
shift away again. Zell groused in his sleep, but his leg withdrew and Irvine sighed, ignoring
the part of him that was disappointed.

He squirmed a little, because the warm ache between his legs
was still there, and, near as he could figure, the only female for miles around
was Shir�nis, and even he wasn�t that desperate. �Yuck. No, he would definitely leave that little delicacy to Whipcrack.

He sighed and glanced warily at Zell, then
he rolled over so his back was to the native and slid a hand down under the
loincloth, closing his eyes. He couldn�t remember the last time he�d been so
desperate he�d had to� do this. His own tapered fingers wrapped around his
length and he bit his lower lip, taking a moment to settle into a rhythm that
satisfied him. He twitched with the effort of remaining still and quiet,
ducking his head and giving a gentle sigh.

His hips bucked just a little and Zell stirred, making him
still, trembling with a nervous swallow. When nothing else happened for a long
heartbeat, he could resist no longer and he began to stroke again, biting even
harder at his lower lip.

- - - - - - -

Zell opened his eyes and knew by the curve of Irvine�s back and the
tremble beneath his skin exactly what
he was doing. Well, he certainly wasn�t one to interrupt a� natural bodily function�

Evidently, his cowboy thought him still fast asleep, and it
would certainly be best, he was sure, if he didn�t disavow Irvine of that idea. He tensed, every
dominant urge in him screaming for him to reach out and help his companion, but
he knew what the reaction would be this morning at least.

A tiny whimper came from the cowboy and Zell longed to be
able to see his face, but the fall of his hair around his shoulders and the way
his body shivered with a desperate need to just
move caused that oh-so-familiar heat between the native�s legs.
Nevertheless, he had better control than Irvine
must have and simply willed it away, refusing to let imaginings and the
wonderful sight before him get the better of his body.

But he knew with a sharp clarity when Irvine groaned and shuddered head to foot
with his release that he would not be able to wait much longer. He had promised
the night before that today he would have Irvine,
and he was going to. That the cowboy had resorted to such an action bare inches
from his own supposed sleeping frame could only mean he was desperate to be
touched, and touch him the native would. It was, after all, his right, and he
had given Irvine
enough freedom and leeway as it was.

Besides, there was no way the cowboy would be unsatisfied.
He was a good lover, taken had told
him so before, had come back begging
for him to Feather their hair. Ah, yes. When he returned, he must remember to
take his Feathering back. There would be no dallying
with other men. Also, the cowboy would have to be Marked
as soon as possible, or his ownership would be undermined. Irvine was a sexual being and many men and
women would want him. There would be nothing to stop the cowboy choosing or
being made to lay down for them until he was properly marked. One, Zell would
not have his ownership so challenged. Two, he would not have his prize hurt by
a brave who forced the issue. Three, he would
not give Irvine
the chance to possibly discover someone else
and argue the Marking.

Oh, yes. Despite their inability to decide to say no if a
taker chose to have them, taken could still argue it if the step of Marking was
requested. It was up to the HeartSeer to say yae or nae, in the end, and if
the taken argued, they were given a chance to tell their reasons. Zell would,
however, prefer if Irvine
didn�t discover that.

Wonderful as Zell was, choice was a novel thing. Given the
choice, Irvine
might decide to take his time to try various men and women, and Zell didn�t
want to wait for the cowboy to realise there would be
none to match his prowess and tender
care.

Irvine
shifted then, and rolled to his feet, padding silently out of the cave,
presumably to find himself somewhere to clean up. There was a little stream
nearby Zell was certain the cowboy would be able to hunt out.

He rolled into the warmth where Irvine�s body had lay, closed his eyes
briefly, then sat up, stretched, and climbed out of the furs. His mind
flickered briefly to the man he had killed, but he felt no guilt or remorse. It
was a just punishment for trying to
steal away what was rightfully his, and he had picked off one of the weakest
members instead of taking their leader, as he well could have.

Zell smirked. Tall-and-Blond would likely think twice about
trying to shoot him again.

It occurred to Zell after a little while of following that
amusing train of thought that Irvine
had been gone quite a while. He frowned a little, and got to his feet, stepping
over Jirrah and heading out of the cave.

Whipcrack was there, preening Shir�nis� feathers, at which he arched a brow. Well, at
least their chicks would be interesting�

He made his way silently through the trees and red-gold
tinge of sunrise, attuned to the waking forest. Soon, he came upon the cowboy,
and his golden brows drew together in confusion.

Irvine
was crying.

He was on his knees in the water, and it lapped up around
his hips, lifting the loincloth, then plastering it
back against him. His hands curled over his face and tears ran between them.
His sobs tore at Zell�s heart.

�Irvine��
he said softly, coming out of the trees.

The cowboy looked up, eyes wide
like a scared baby Iguion. He looked so vulnerable,
so innocent. He needed Zell to look
after him. It was the way things should be, the native knew.

Irvine
dipped his hands in the cold water, splashing it on his face to try and hide
the tears, but Zell had seen it all. He strode forward and into the calf-deep
water, going to his knees beside his taken and drawing him into his arms.

�No�� Irvine
whispered. �/No! It� Everything�s�
bad. It�s bad!/�

Zell ignored the way Irvine
fought to get free and held him until he stopped. His hands fisted against the
native�s chest and he panted, now fighting the recurring tears, but they
ignored him too, clinging briefly to his eyelashes before spilling free to
trail down his cheeks.

�Shh� /I know. I know�/�

And he did know. He remembered how torn apart he�d been, how
confused and disgusted with himself, when he realised
he reacted to men far more strongly than women. He stroked the cowboy�s back
and made wordless sounds of comfort until he had no tears left to cry. Irvine shivered, now, and
it was partly from the chilled mountain water around their legs and hips.

Zell got him to his feet and took him back to the cave,
drying him with one of the furs, which he hung out to dry before breathing the
fire back to life.

Irvine
sat in silence, hands lightly fisted against his thighs and eyes fixed on some
point at the edge of the sleeping furs. Zell moved back to his side and brought
the Snow-Lion pelt gently around his shoulders. He said nothing for a long
while, watching the cowboy closely with a cocked head.

He didn�t particularly like the look in the sky-coloured gaze, but Irvine
was still so beautiful. He had seen
it from the moment he first laid eyes on the cowboy so, so long ago. Ai� from
that moment, Zell had wanted him, and he swore nothing would stand in his way.

�/Not all bad�/�
he said eventually, and Irvine
flinched, blinking a few times as though waking from a deep sleep.

He looked at Zell, then away again, clutching at the
Snow-Lion pelt.

The native looked sadly at him, then shifted closer and
caught his chin gently with two fingertips, turning his face back to him. Irvine�s eyes squeezed
shut, elegant brows drawing low over the bridge of his long nose. Zell smoothed
his thumb lightly across one crinkled cheek and it was enough to bring the
cowboy�s eyes open again.

�/Believe me. It�s not all bad. I will show you� later.
Breakfast first, and hunting./�

Irvine
nodded silently, and Zell didn�t ask him to cook for them. He prepared their breakfast, they ate, and headed out of the cave.

- - - - - - -

Irvine
wondered how Zell would go about
showing him. He had some pretty good ideas,
and they made him flush with
excitement as much as shame.

He didn�t know what had brought on that sudden feeling. He
could remember letting himself imagine with no guilt, but now� Maybe it was
that he�d had to resort to so base and lonely an action as� touching himself,
(1) that he had so little restraint. Maybe it was that he was finally coming to
his senses. Maybe� He didn�t know.

He did know he
couldn�t let Zell touch him.

Shir�nis and Whipcrack
were waiting for them when they came out and Irvine blinked in surprise when Whipcrack bent his legs and offered his wing, mimicking Shir�nis. Zell smiled in that cocky way of his, but waved
away the birds.

�/Whipcrack learns his place,/� Zell said, patting the gold bird heartily on the
shoulder.

Irvine
smiled a little, nodding, then they headed off into
the trees, leaving Jirrah to keep guard over the
cave.

Watching Zell was an interesting way to pass the time,
especially once the cowboy realised he had left the
cave unarmed. He discovered why when they came upon a flock (2) of Cockatrice.
He was rather pleased with himself for having been silent enough that the
bird-like creatures didn�t hear him. The native was as well.

�Shh�� Zell whispered, crouching low with his fists bared.

Irvine
blinked, tugging absently on the Cockatrice feather in his own hair. The ones
by Zell�s cheek shifted, clacking lightly together in a soft imitation of the
way the creatures themselves sounded whenever they moved.

With a suddenness that made Irvine jump, the native sprang from cover,
sending the Cockatrice squawking and flapping their useless wings. Feathers
flew everywhere and the brainless birds went in all directions. It made it all
the easier to pluck one from the flock. Zell was on one in seconds, his fists
as fast and deadly a weapon as any shotgun Irvine might carry.

He stood over his kill, the last of the Cockatrice vanishing
from sight and hearing. Blood flecked his hands, his wrists, and a single drop
clung to end of a lock hair which had come free from the upward spike to fall
over one sapphire eye. Irvine
caught his breath, thinking that he had never wanted anyone the way he wanted
Zell right then. The native lifted his chin, giving him an arrogant look, and held
out a hand.

The cowboy found himself powerless
to resist the silent summons.

You are mine, and mine
you will remain. Come to me.

He went, moving into Zell�s body in such a way that the
native�s arm stroked along his side. That arm curved around his waist and Zell
leaned forward a little, nuzzling into his hair and inhaling deeply. Irvine shivered and the
native kissed his jaw, then licked at his neck.
Another shiver ran through the cowboy�s body and Zell�s mouth opened against
the soft skin, suckling softly before he sank those little fangs of his in and really sucked. Irvine squirmed, whimpering.

It hurt, but only a little, and
mostly, it felt good.

Zell�s free hand went to Irvine�s thigh and stroked upward under the
loincloth to cup his arse, pulling his hips close. The cowboy knew there was no
way he could hide his reaction, and the native�s matched it, he could feel it.

�Zell�� he whispered, torn. �Zell.�

�Shh�� the native purred against his throat. �/It�s alright.
I understand. We will go back, now./�

Irvine stood in silence while Zell pulled a knife from the
bag at his hip and took what they needed from the Cockatrice, wrapping it all
in several large leaves pulled down from a tree the cowboy didn�t recognise.

�/Cockatrice bleed more than Grats,
but they taste better too./� (3)

�/I�ve had Cockatrice before�/�

�/I know./�

Irvine
didn�t bother to ask how he knew, he just followed as
Zell headed off, flicking blood free of his hands. There was blood on his own
skin as well now, where Zell had touched him and he shivered as he watched
muscle flex under lightly-tanned skin.

- - - - - - -

�Hyne�s fucking balls on a
stagecoach!� Seifer snarled and Squall�s lips twitched slightly � that was the
most inventive one yet.

This was the fifth trail they�d followed and found nothing
but an end to it, Seifer growing steadily more irritated with each passing
hour. They were both adept trackers, but apparently, the native was more adept
at his laying of false trails � they couldn�t tell the difference.

Knightly and Dot were stumbling with weariness at the
merciless pace Seifer had set for them, never once letting them drop their
heads to fossick for greens and bugs, or even for a
mouthful of water. Even Squall was starting to fray at the edges, his own indomitable
temper beginning to spark.

�Seifer.�

The Sheriff wheeled his bird around and started heading back
along the false track, face tight and jaw set. Squall followed, cursing when
Dot made a soft noise of protest and tripped over her own feet, nearly sending
them both to the ground. She kept upright, just barely, but her head hung low.

�Seifer.�

Seifer�s back went rigid and
Knightly balked at a fallen branch he barely had to lift a foot to step over.
He forced the bird forward with a click of his tongue and flick of the reigns,
squeezing with his knees.

�Sheriff!�
Squall snarled. �Stop! This is madness!�

�I�m not stopping.�

�Until when? Until Dot falls and
breaks her leg, or Knightly really
gets pissed off at you and throws you, breaking your neck? Or maybe until one of us rides into a
low branch? Or maybe until-�

�I get it!� Seifer cut in, dragging poor Knightly to an
abrupt halt. The bird didn�t even protest the pull on his bit, happy just to
have stopped.

They set up a ragged camp and bedded down as soon as they�d
eaten, wanting to rise as early as possible the next morning.

- - - - - - -

They took their dinner back to the cave, then Zell made
Irvine take off the loincloth and did the same himself, taking the cowboy�s
hand and leading him out and across to the little stream. He would have
preferred if they were in the original cave, and the
water warm. Water was an amazing help when it came to pleasure� But the sun was
lowering and the water, when they put their feet in, was freezing.

Irvine
shivered and pressed against his side, so he slid an arm around his cowboy�s
body, rubbing vigorously at goosepimpled skin. Irvine turned into him,
though his breathing quickened with nervousness, and Zell could feel his heart
pounding through his skin.

The native dearly wished to simply drive him down into the
water, and take him, with tender touches and knowing licks and nips, but they
would both be so busy shivering, neither would enjoy it as fully as possible.
They would wash, he would awaken Irvine�s desire for him, then lead him back
to the cave, and fulfill it. For both of them. Ai, how
he wanted his taken� His love.

It sang through his blood and whispered in his heart, danced
low in his belly and lit fires between his legs. He had never felt so perfectly
out of control and wanting of anyone. He knew why, even if his cowboy had
forgotten. Oh, he did love Irvine.

Even though it was cold, and they both hissed and grumbled
and shivered, Zell forced himself and Irvine
to kneel in the water. The cowboy pressed insistently closer, shivering, and he
certainly wasn�t complaining. It was his duty to keep his taken comfortable,
and he wrapped a gentle hand around Irvine�s
length, stroking slowly to try and keep the cowboy�s mind off the cold. He
flushed and buried his face in Zell�s neck, but he didn�t protest. Instead, he
whimpered, and the native shivered at the sound.

�/You are so beautiful�/� he
murmured and he felt Irvine
smile shakily against his neck. He used his free hand to rinse the blood free
of their skins, then he had to let go of Irvine
to wash it out of his blond hair.

�Zell�� Irvine
whispered, teeth chattering as he squinted through the
near-darkness.

�/Go back. Put wood on the fire.
Prepare yourself for me. I�ll wash my hair and come to you./�

Irvine
nodded silently, then disappeared back through the
trees.

Zell groaned and ran his hand through his hair. He wanted
his taken so desperately, he was actually worried he
would have no restraint. He didn�t want to hurt or scare Irvine, not now. Not ever. He dropped a hand
to the bottom of the stream, supporting his weight as he lifted himself onto
his knees, wrapping his other hand around his arousal. He did not doubt his
ability to please Irvine
in every way, even if he did this now. He was virile. Strong.
Male. Dominant. And being
with his cowboy would quickly arouse him again.

His strong body arched, hips flexing, and he imagined how it
was going to feel to enter his cowboy, to take him, claim him� He groaned, and
began to stroke himself, whispering Irvine�s
name to the burble of the stream. His hand could never match the heat his taken
would possess, but it was enough for now. He let the forest hear his pleasure,
moaning from the back of his throat, and it didn�t take him long to bring
himself to completion. (4)

He knelt there, panting for a long moment, then bent his head to the water, rinsing out the blood, and
washing away the evidence of his pleasure. Now he could be leisurely. Now he
could be restrained. Now he could treat Irvine
the way he deserved to be treated�

Zell stood, water streaming off his body, and gave himself a
shake, then stepped out of the stream.

- - - - - - -

Author�s Notes: Oh, aren�t I evil? I promise I won�t make
you wait sooo long for the next chapter. But the
anticipation will keep you looking for the next one. ;)

Author�s Notes Take Two: Eoko/Hicky
was right� I forgot to copy and paste the footnotes in� Eheh. Here they are.

(1) Irvine:
What?! It�s a natural thing!
Zell: You�re the one having issues with it. Don�t complain
to me.
Irvine:
I hate this fic-me.
Zell: I love this fic-me.
Irvine:
�You always get the better end of the deal. I�m
always the one who�s the nancy
virgin. Why is that?!
Zell: *smirk* �Do you really
want me to answer that�?
Irvine:
Fuck. You.
Zell: *smirks more and pounces on Irvine* You asked
for it.

(2) Because I couldn�t think of a collective noun for these
guys� Stupid Cockatrice�

(3) Cockatrice = chicken = Zell. Zell�s eating himself.
*snort* (It�s 1:30 in the morning and Hicky is two meters away from me. I�m allowed to be stupid.
She�s visiting from Canada
for crying out loud�

Hicky:
*with Aust accent* Sai-fuh.
Me: *dies*)
� This part of the fic was written in July last year, when Hicky/Eoko
came to visit. Just goes to show you how long I�ve been writing this thing�

(4) Zell: See? I
don�t mind pleasuring myself�

Irvine: I hate
this fic-me�

Zell: *snickers*
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