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A Break in Character	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Irvine/Squall Views: 919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or setting of the Final Fantasy VIII universe and make no money from this work of fan fiction. It's all for fun.

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"Psst! Psst! Ambrielle, come here," Selphie, hidden between two bookshelves in the library at Balamb Garden, flagged and hissed for the attention of a friend as discreetly as possible.
"Selphie?" Ambrielle asked at a less than mimicking volume. "What? Where are you?" She spun left then turned to face right, in a visual search for the living but ghostly fellow cadet.
"Heeeere," Ooohed the ghost. "Between rows G-I and J-L," her hand moved erratically once in view. "And keep it down. Sshhh."
Ambrielle located Selphie, and asked with built-up interest. "What?"
"I found something naughty on the shelves," her face held all the world's mischievousness.
"Really?!" She wet her lips, and her eyes went wide with anticipation of what rests beyond the pages of the book in Selphie's hands.
With the page at ready with the content, the imp opened the book then pointed to where her confidant was to start reading. Ambrielle leaned in and read, it wasn't long before a blush stained her cheeks that are already red with blush powder makeup. But which was manmade and which was natural was obvious, because her newly coloring complexion swam up the line of her ears.
"Selphie, that's a.." she didn't dare to say it. She still can't believe that she'd read it. Imagine a man having his body entered by another male. And at the mouth of all places! Although Ambrielle supposed it was better than option two. "And you found that here?" She rubbed her arms as if she was suddenly in a dark cave with who knew what kinds of horrible ghouls.
"Yup!" Selphie beamed, proud of her discovery.
"And you were looking for what before that popped up?"
"Something dramatic. But, man, who knew..." Selphie started for the exit of the- not exactly- hiding place. "I'm gonna check it out."
"Are you deranged? What if someone sees you reading that?"
"I.. oh… tee hee, I'd be pretty embarrassed." She stuck out her tongue as her fist lightly popped the top of her head. "I'll read it in the dorm."
"But Sel'," she cupped the side of her mouth and leaned towards the sneaky reader's ear; their privacy further came from the enclosure of Ambrielle's baby chick-blonde hair. "Aren't you embarrassed by that? It's two men."
"That makes it kinda lightning. I've never read anything like this before, well, I'm sure the plot is no different than any other book, but wow, male lovers!" She looked at the bland cover that hid such a world. Just a flower resting on cracked ice.
"Selphie, you're too bold."
"Naah."
"I'm thinking, yeah… it only starts with one."
"To read more like it, or turn me into a lesbian?"
Ambrielle was about the blast off like a rocket! How could someone so tiny have so much grit as to use a forbidden word so casually?
"How would that be an issue when it's two men?" Pressed the Trabian girl, once again steadily making her way to check out.
"I meant… if you like it, you'll read more, and more and then you'll become... dirty."
Selphie looked at Ambrielle with empty blinking eyes. Was she kidding? "I think I'll be fine. Besides, if it's any good, I can recommend it to a gay cadet. After all, they suffer in straight books often enough. They'll think it's hyper-fantastic that Balamb is so with-it. Why else would the book be here?" With a thumbs up and smile she turned away.
"It could have been a mistake in the orders, and no one noticed! Selphie…? Ohhh… I don't know about this."
"Thank you!" Selphie said to the student librarian once the borrowed book was given back to her. "See ya, Amb',"
"Yeah, later." She looked at the shelves and wondered what other books housed such less than innocent characters. 'Characters. I can't imagine any cadets being gay. That's too bold!' She shook away the image. Much too bold. Following after Selphie, as she must stop her friend from making a mistake, she whispered. "Do you even know any gay cadets?"
Selphie thought that over for a millisecond then shook her head. "Can't think of a one." She smiled when seeing her friend heading into the garage. "Hi, Squall!" Once an acknowledged nod was received, she continued her conversation. "But, it's a big world, gotta be a few here somewhere."
At Galbadia Garden. Seifer watched the words in his history book as they swam around on the pages. He needed to take a study break.
"Hey," he threw his pen at Irvine, who's sitting in his cubicle bed across from him. "Let's go do something."
Irvine picked up the projectile, he took aim at Seifer to toss it back then decided to throw it onto the desk between the bunk beds. "For how long? I gotta leave in a little bit for the train station."
"Right.. you mentioned having a mission this week." Seifer slanted his posture to lie back against the short headboard. "If I have to read one more line about Ancients, and Lifestream craters I'm gonna resurrect Ultimacia's goal, travel back in time, and kick their relic asses."
Irvine smiled. History could be annoying when they get to the boring bits about people. Give soldiers a good battle talk and it's all A's. War heroes, they are there.. But just blather... boring! However, Irvine still maintains an A average because he likes to read, and that's mostly all history class is. Reading, an occasional reenactment video and viola, you've got yourself an easy class. Unlike math, with all the many ways to add and subtract. Ugh.
Irvine's dark blues skimmed over to the large silver clock on the wall. "Looks like times up," he rose from the bed. "I'll see ya in a few days."
Seifer waved his hand. He then watched Irvine grab his bag from under the bed, give it a once over before zipping it up, then he waved goodbye again when the sniper did so to him. Looked like it was back to the ancient times of the eco-terrorists war against a planet murdering corporation.
Irvine hurried through the halls towards the exit. He didn't even pause to say "hi" to the gatekeeper, who'd parted his lips to say something, but seeing the warp speed the teen was moving at, chose silence. He knows that anyone in that much of a hurry had no time to stop for a chat, however light.
The sniper pat himself on the back for taking a seat on one of the iron benches, to wait for the train. He's so fired up he was sure the wait would have him channel Zell's energy and jog in place at the location where the doors would be place once the train arrived. He looked up when a noisy bird tweeted by, his lowered gaze came upon a couple making out a couple benches away. He smiled over the fact that he is now in a relationship, and will most definitely find some time during guard duty to do a little kissing. The other cadets at the station are minding their own business playing on their phone, playing cards, or whistling in wait to depart.
'Where is that train?' Impatience was not something he's used to. It was making him antsy, so he dug through his bag and grabbed a pair of wireless ear buds. Music can make hours feel like minutes. It's the perfect distraction. And he was correct. 4 songs later the train arrived, right on schedule. He hefted his bag up to hang over his shoulder, and he made for the entrance stepping on before anyone else, all who suddenly seemed more interested in sticking around than leaving the area for whatever reason they had. 'Close to the door, means out in a hurry.' Irvine dropped his weight onto the nearest bench, he was joined by a guy that looked a little older than him.
"Jyun."
"Irvine. Nice to meet you." He shook his hand.
"I'm transferring."
"From Galbadia?"
"Oh, no. I was, um, visiting my wife and there was a layover, so I'm taking the nearest transfer."
Irvine gave a polite nod.
"You're a cadet?"
"Yeah."
"Hey, so tell me..." He leaned forward to speak in private. "Is it true that the sorceress Edea is now the headmistress?"
"Yeah. She's doing a great job of it, too."
The man scoffed and leaned away as if something foul had landed on the floor between them. "I'm sorry. After what she did, how she used your school and the cadets. I wouldn't forgive her. It's because of people like her there is even a reason for war and death."
Irvine shook his head. "It's not like that. Edea is a wonderful woman, she's kind, and good-hearted." He looked out the window at the passing scenery as if to send those words to the person he's speaking of. Then his gaze cast sternly on the person he's speaking to. "What civilians, and apparently some cadets, don't understand is that sorceresses aren't born that way. The power is... well, it wanders. Person-to-person in a lifespan. Like a reincarnating entity. If a human is strong enough to take it that power, good or evil, it will use that person as a vessel. If they're not strong, then that person dies because they can't handle the possession."
"And we should just let it slide, all the terrible things it does?"
"No. But you should go easy on the person it happens to. ...It could be your mother, your sister, or even your wife getting possessed. Would you hate her because of something awful she had no control over doing?"
The man quieted. He couldn't answer, because he knows he would not ever hate his dear wife.
"Another thing y'all don't know, is that Mrs. Kramer started the Gardens. She wanted to put good out in the world, and she wanted strong people to help suppress the power of the sorceress." He shyly admitted. "It's hard and scary, what happened last year won't be a minor brush-off to any of us. But, to protect the woman who raised me for some of my life, I would do it over again and again."
"I thought all that military stuff was nonsense. The world has so many peaceful years that when something big happens it's easy just to think 'someone able to will take care of it'. Guess we kinda let it slip to realize you're all the one's doing it." He looked at the young man. Just a teenager. "And you would do it all again for this Kramer woman."
"Without a second's hesitation."
"...Wow." He cleared his throat in a single huff, then said in an embarrassed whisper. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look down on Mrs. Kramer or the military. You're all a lot more brave than I could ever be. And.. surprisingly level-headed about it."
"Oh?" Irvine asked, amused.
"I would sort of hold a grudge about being a sort.. I don't know, Warrior in Wait of a battle. If this entity never goes away."
"Well, hopefully it won't come around again for a long time."
"Let's pray to that." Holding out his hand, he shook the snipers. "It was nice to meet you, this was a very enlightening conversation."
"Well, if I helped you understand our lives a bit I should thank you instead for listening."
The train slid to a stop. "Good luck with.. whatever it is you're doing." He stood and exited at his stop.
Irvine was glad for the encounter. It made him realize that many cadets had left Galbadia likely for the reason Mr. Jyun stated. They all see themselves as needless servants to a destructive evil woman. Maybe if he explained to them what he said to Jyun, they'd understand and come back? It's better than scouting new cadets anyway. Although they're always getting new recruits in each year, it'd be best to keep some veterans around than to have to seemingly start Garden over from scratch. That's a lot of civilians to train in the ways of paramagic, though they themselves are better learning the ability now that Guardian Forces are a regular part of Galbadia. So much goes into their lives from drills, to battle simulation, to what they're doing now, simple mercenary work. All for preparation of an unknown day, when another woman would be claimed by evil.
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"Squall!" Irvine hurried through the light foot traffic on the pier over to his boyfriend, who stood aside by the town edge railings watching the ship workers. "Hey," he grinned at him. Keeping his exposure of their relationship in-check, he shook his hand. "Long time no see, well, in person anyway."
"Hey."
Irvine's grin broadened. "There really is no comparing the real thing to over the phone."
"Of what?"
He said lowly. "Your voice."
Squall gulped, but gave a acknowledged nod in agreement. He feels the same way, Irvine could tell.
"You are the two cadets?" Asked a large man with a big belly. His black and grey peppered hair seemed to not know if was supposed to be atop his head, because his jaw was lined with a thick beard none that reached above the ears. He also lacked a mustache. He looked rather like a kid playing with a glue-on beard. And his belly would be full of candy and soda. "You're kinda small. You sure you're up for this?"
"We've been through worse." Squall said without pompousness.
"Splendid! Climb aboard, the cabin boy will show you to your room."
"We'll be out here until we're ready to set sail. It's a safety measure."
The captain stroked his impressive facial hair, giving them an accessing eye as he's now become completely impressed by them from one simple gesture of thoroughness. "Elites. Garden really is generous. Thank you." He held out his hand.
Squall shrugged his shoulder.
."Eh, it's our pleasure." Irvine picked up the fallen compliment, and abandoned gesture by shaking the captain's hand.
"We should be done loading the ship in ten," He took his leave to watch over his crew men. "I'm Captain Cher."
"Kinneas and Leonhart."
"Good to meet you, lads." His impressively sized hands clasped them boy by the shoulder, and he gave them a squeeze. "I'll be off."
"You really think the ship'll get attacked?" Asked the sniper looking around for any suspicious characters or movement.
"Anything is possible if the object is wanted enough." Replied his comrade.
"I wonder what it is?"
They watched the crates as they're picked up and lowered into the ship by over-sized machines, the large metal arms are handling the weight with ease. And also a care that a mother would give a baby by not simply dropping the crates onto each other. All looked undisturbed so far, and within exactly ten minutes the cadets were aboard the large ship, and headed out to sea with captain Cher.
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"And this would be your room." Said the young cabin boy.
"Small, but cozy." Commented Irvine. "Aww man,"
"What?" The kid looked about the tiny room expecting to see something crawling.
"I thought, y'know, since it's a ship that we'd get hammocks for beds."
The cabin boy blinked. "You've been watching too many television shows. You'd get sea sick on a hammock." Pointing with his thumb towards no particular area, he added. "It already feels like you're sleeping on a water bed, you wanna deal with hovering too? City folks." He shook his head in disbelief. "Well, dinner is at six in the cafeteria. Later."
Squall set his bag down on the on floor then kicked it under the bed. Taking a seat, he commented. "It does feel like I'm a water bed."
Irvine sat down on his bed. "Hyne. That could screw with you." He snickered. "I'm gonna use the bathroom. You need it first?"
"No." He reached for his bag. "You could put this in there for me." He handed him his tooth brush and toothpaste.
"I knew there was something I was forgetting? You mind sharing your paste?" He entered the bathroom with their toiletries.
"Use all you want." He replied before the door closed. "I'm going to the deck. You stay around here, okay?"
"Got it." He called through the door.
After using the bathroom, Irvine sorted through his things then stuck his bag under the bed as Squall did with his. No sense in unpacking, this is a job not a vacation. Although, he'd still like to have a couple nice moments here and there when they aren't on the clock. He's had guard jobs before, but they were much more serious than this. Guarding generals, general's daughters, vaults, et cetera. Never a.. whatever is in those boxes.
As he patrolled the mid area of the ship, he spoke lightly with the crew members. They're a lively bunch, nice too. Quick with macho jokes involving the sea and men and such. All was calm and uneventful. Then dinner rolled around. It was a pasta filled with the creatures of the deep, and a corn muffin that was nearly a distilled pudding. It was all very delicious. The conversation was much more civilized and less sexual during the meal, and they all parted ways for the night.
The hired guards walked about for 3 hours more checking the cargo and the hidden, dark areas of the sea vessel before they were told to go on to bed. Squall assured the captain they would only take about an hour of rest then be back on patrol.
The sun was cruel on the upper deck, and no more friendly in between, so the pair took a shower together. It was missed by both of them that anything in the realm of couple activity could have happened. In military life you always bathe with others. It's not even a fourth thing on your mind that something sexual could happen. It's just habit. Although, Irvine was sure he felt Squall give a slight pause when he went to wash his back for him, but that could have been for any reason. He left the bathroom last, taking longer to dry his hair than Squall.
"Hey, would it be weird if we.." He stopped what he was going to say. He walked out of the tiny bathroom and over to Squall to say it in a quiet voice. "shared a bed?"
"Why're you whispering?"
"The walls might be thin." He furrowed his brow from the suddenly spooked expression that played over Squall's face, his head cocked when his boyfriend's gaze lowered to his bag before he met his eye again. "If you want to."
"It's why I asked."
"Good night, gentlemen!" Called the captain when he popped his head in. "Thanks for the fine work today."
"No problem." Replied the startled sniper, mainly because he was scandalously close to Squall. "Night."
"A captain's day is never done."
"Then... eh, more power to you." He snickered when Squall groaned and pinched between his eyes.
"Right. As you were." He left them alone.
"He's not gonna be doing that all night..." Irvine asked, once the footsteps in the hall became silent.
"Wanna risk it?"
Irvine was impressed with Squall's seduction abilities, because he seemed to turn it on without even trying. "Hey, you bought us an hour." He wrapped his arms around him and laid them back onto the stiff, yet moving, bed. The sniper's heart was pounding away in his ears, and choking him in the throat because he's been daydreaming about this moment since they'd parted ways.
The day he could touch and taste his boyfriend was a very wanted event. Seeing Squall in person nearly brought tears to his eyes. How could anyone be so incredibly beautiful but still own his hand at handsomeness as well? It was a very unfair checkmate to any guy who ever thought they were the end-all-be-all of attraction. They can't even compete verbally, because, to Irvine, Squall wins in that department too. His voice has just the right bit of youth and all the timbre of maturity in his tone.
A breathless sigh from that voice got Irvine's hips moving on their own accord, and he ground them down against the Lion of Balamb's as though he was an orange gnashing against a hand-juicer to free it's hidden liquids. Squall was playing dangerously if he didn't want this little making out session to progress, because with every breath, hum, and exposure of his throat for Irvine to kiss and feel the vibrations against his lips, the wolf wanted to snack on his prey in earnest. Every bit of him he wanted to play with and claim, right down to the toes. Squall had bought them an uninterrupted hour of privacy. He'd only need about forty minutes of it, they can sleep briefly through the rest. Wouldn't be the first time they've gone through a day with little more than a 'power nap' to get by on.
Squall seemed to be riding more than his sniper's lead in movement, because he promoted Irvine's hand from his protruded nipples down to his jeans. Irvine hoped like anything the walls weren't so thin, because his moans fell against the bedding, but they were about to be all over the place due to Squall flipping them over so that he's now straddled on top of him. Irvine watched through half-lidded eyes as Squall used pantomime to tell him to grab onto him while he grabbed onto him. He raised his hips and helped pull his jeans down and he helped Squall get his down as well. It was a tricky task on the small area made for one, but once they were free from the confines of their lower clothing, and resting comfortably upon each other, it was all hands on deck.
Their legs and thigh muscles flexed better than at the gym, and the workout was certainly leaving them breathless as they rocked their length into the tug of the other's hand.
Irvine moaned from euphoria when Squall whispered into his ear. "I didn't bring lube." He wasn't even aware bringing anything was a thing, this was supposed to be a mission, with maybe a little kissing on the side. If he wasn't already hard, he'd be up at 100, because Squall really could be so unintentionally seductive. Releasing his boyfriend's gender, he cupped him by the cheeks planting kisses upon his lips as if to playfully say goodbye. He then stood up on his knees nearly doubling over as if punched, due to the shock wave of pleasure from the rough hands of a gunblader still firmly latched onto him at the base.
Irvine held up his finger asking for a minute, then led by example as he laid on his side placing himself head to toe with his boyfriend. He briefly studied the erection before his lips, first time for everything, and parting his lips he took Squall in. The wolf had to hand it to his boyfriend, he was about to scream praises when he chose to silence himself by mimicking his instruction. And they both whimpered and moaned over the very hot obstruction in their mouth, giving pleasure to another person in a way they never thought they ever would.
It was so hard not to choke Squall by bucking his hips like a shovel into the earth, because the man was good. Scary good. Where'd he learn how to swirl his tongue like that. Irvine felt his eyes rolling back when Squall mostly withdrew in order to flick the tip of his tongue against the tip of his head. Not to be outdone, he slid the tip of his tongue along every throbbing vein the trail provided, over and over like a liquid running through a tubed maze. And judging by the imprint leaving grip on his rear, Squall was quite pleased with his skill level.
The room escalated with wet sounds, shushing fabric beneath their hips, and heavy breathing. Aromas of dewy skin and inner desire cloaked the once perfumed with shower gels and toothpaste scent little by little until it was completely abolished when they exploded. And after lazily removing every last drop, they align themselves back at face to face. They could only stare at the other before smiling into a laugh about what they'd just done. It was hard to imagine as they've never wanted anyone so much in their lives that anything goes. But they weren't embarrassed, far from it. This was very enlightening for them. What they're feeling is more than physical, it's emotional. All the things one wouldn't normally do seem doable without inhibition. And with a small kiss that lingered inside, they used the rest of their hour to rest in each other's arms.
Back at Balamb Garden.
"Hey, Quist'." Zell took his seat and looked around their once full of people and conversation table, which is now only taken up by two. Himself and Quistis. "Umm, let me guess... Squall is eating in his room today and Selphie is.. Late?"
"I don't know about Selphie, but Squall's gone. He had a mission, he left earlier."
"Oh. Everyone sure is acting weird lately. Am I missing something?" He looked around to see if any other tables were slowly becoming devoid of human life. "Is it trendy to eat in our dorm now?"
"I highly doubt it." She opened her iced tea. "Maybe Selphie is just running late."
"Should I go check on her?"
"Zell, she's fine."
He cocked his head, uncertain. "Yeah. In all the time I've known her, she's never been sick. The kid is like a mutant."
Quistis smiled at his use of "kid" when Zell is the one who usually behaves the most childishly out of all of them. Easily upset, and firing off retorts whenever someone bugs him. Then he sulks through shadow boxing. It is weird though, what could Selphie be doing?
"Hey guys!" Said the aforementioned Trabian.
"Why were you late?" Zell asked right away.
"Umm... I was reading and lost track of time."
"Right." Snorted the martial artist. He scooped a forkful of corn into his mouth.
"I was!"
"It must be an amazing book, if you can't put it down."
"It is." She grinned, then began to eat, but her feeding frenzy didn't last long because after swallowing she just laughed. Oh the things she's read. But she could never tell anyone. It's too... awkward.
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Commentary: Thank you very much for reading. Sorry it wasn't done sooner, health issues. Every time my screen was on I felt like throwing up. But, I'm good enough now, so I typed up a storm. You're all the best, thanks for staying with me I know reading works in progress is tough.
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