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Perv-ine	By : Regan Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Perv-ine
Author: Regan
Rating: NC-17 for m/m yaoi, voyeurism
Pairings: Seifer/Irvine
Summary: A finding in the Secret Area.
Disclaimer: ...As if I need to make it a point they aren’t mine. And I didn’t make them up. But they aren’t, or FF8 would be a hell of a lot more interesting. Mwaha!
A/Ns: Not beat’ed, I’m a feedback whore! Uh. Irvine isn’t one of the main people I write, but I’ve been a squealing fangirl of his for a week now. Lol. So I thought it was time I did. I find this fic way hot because of that, though. XD I seriously had to take a break the other night and get some water, it was nuts. ^^;

Being a world class night-owl was one of the many things Irvine Kinneas was famous for. Other than his non-successful flirting and ability to freeze up in times of pressure. It wasn’t that his flirting was bad, he was very attractive. His wavy auburn hair reached the middle of his back and was usually tied up into a ponytat tht the base of his tanned neck. It was the fact that whomever he would be flirting with had either seen him flirt with half the Garden’s student body already, or turned around to see him smooth talking someone else. He thought nothing of it most of the time, a playful little game he liked to play. He enjoyed women, liked to look and talk with them. What he didn’t let on was that he had taken real interest in men. Back at his old Garden home, he had let that on to another male student, who shunned him against the rest of the students. When he got transferred to Balamb, he told himself that mistake wasn’t going to happen again.

It was past one in the morning when he headed out to the Training Area. He had his silver gun, Exeter, perched on his shoulder as he headed down the main hall into the room. He left his tan duster in his room since the hot summer air traveled through the opened room of the Training Area, and all the fighting just made him uncomfortably hot. His dark indigo vest covered his top, and his trademark hide-skin panted completed his outing ensemble. He wasn’t too worried about his looks when it came to the monsters the area held when he knew that everyone was already in bed for the night.

Earlier that evening he had gotten together with Zell, Seifer, and Squall for a game of Triple Triad. Irvine was glad Seifer came back to the Garden after it had touched back onto ground. He was still as arrogant and obnoxious as ever and would mess around with everyone. Irvine couldn’t help but think about his handsome features at night before going to bed, leading to some hot solo sessions. That night, Seifer had been really at it. He had told Squall he was going to buy him a dildo and fuck him blind with it if idn’idn’t stop “cheating”. Everyone knew Seifer was a horrible card player, except Seifer himself of course. Irvine almost piped up with a bet that if he won the next had it would be him to fuck Seifer with one, but he thought that was pushing it, and didn’t want to take what happened in Galbadia for another spin. He figured there would be no point in trying with his crush, either. He wouldn’t put it past Seifer to beat the shit out of him if he did anything about it.

Once he opened the double doors to the area, he pulled his gun from it’s holster and held it to his side. Hearing a small and quiet noise, he threw his gun in the air and whirled to the sound.

“Fuckin’ fuck!”

Irvine blinked and lowered his gun, that didn’t sound like any monster he had fought before. Although it was the voice of the person that popped into his thoughts every few moments of the day. Walking though the heavily wooded area, he peeked around some bushes as a smile tugged his lips upwards.

Seifer stood next to the entrance of the secret area, his gunblade stuck into the grounds as his hands were occupied wiping a dark green substance off his trench coat. Irvine recognized it right away as Grat poison. Muttering a long string of curses that would make any normal person blush, Seifer picked his gunblade up out of the ground and stalked over to the other side of the room. Irvine swallowed hard when he realized Seifer was heading into the showers. He sat onto the ground and drew his legs up, thinking. His impulse action was to head right in and ravish in the eye candy of Seifer taking a shower, but the haunting memories soon started up. Shaking his head, an action that caused his ponytail to swing across his back, he stood up and looked at the doors Seifer disappeared into. It could be totally innocent. I’m always here anyway, and I wanted to get cleaned up... Nothin’ wrong with that... He mentally agreed with himself as he moved his feet to the door with a little nervous difficulty.

Once he arrived at the doors, he replaced his gun into his holster and opened them up quietly. The sound of a running shower had hit his ears right away, making the smile on his face twitch. The male’s shower room was a decent size, a U-shaped area for the showers was to one side of the room, on the other side of the wall was the locker/changing room. Irvine stepped past the lockers and p his his head around the wall and inhaled his breath quickly. The back area was dark, most of the lights were off minus the soft glow that came from the overhead lights. The steam rolled through the air in a haze, making everything seem like it was out of a dream. For Irvine, it was something out of a dream. Seifer stood in the middle shower, the water falling from the silver head and onto his body. Dozens of tiny rivers fell across his body, his hard muscles acting like hills that they traveled over.

“Oh god.” Irvine’s back pressed against the wall, his heat pounding against his chest like a jackhammer. He removed his hat and set it and his gun with it’s holster against the wall before his head poked back out. Seifer’s face looked irritated as Irvine seen his trench hanging up against one of the lockers, still a mess. Looking back with an amused smirk, he focused in through the steam. Seifer lathered his hands with soap and stroked his hands up and down his long muscled legs, the outline of his hips and ass looked like something that could be sculptured into e ane and set on display at an art museum. Irvine licked his dried lips once they parted and his heavy breath rushed across them. Seifer stood back up at full length and brought his hands up higher, running his soaped up hands over his abs in slow motions. Irvine’s eyes wandered and traced every revealed muscle mentally storing them into his head.

Quietly he groaned, the front of his pants becoming annoyingly tight. The guilty pleasure seemed to ignite the fire inside of him, as his hand moved against the front of his pants. He felt the hardened outline of his cock and stroked it slowly over the smooth material. His eyes watched Seifer’s hands closely, wanting those hands to be all over him instead. His eyes threatened to close to picture such things, but he wouldn’t part with the scene just yet. Seifer moved from washing his body to his short golden hair, stretching his arms up over his head, making the outline of his muscles more prominent. Irvine bit back a long moan when he unzipped the fly of his pants to release his cock finally. His hand slowly stroked himself, wanting to remember this whole event by drawing it out.

His fist tightened around his shaft and he sunk back against the wall, panting gently. He wanted nothing more at that moment that to go to Seifer and have him take care of his problem. The reality that he wouldn’t wasn’t making for his pleasure and Irvine just shut it away. His senses were still peek, as long as that shower was on, he was fine. His thumb pressed the underside of his head, squeezing slightly as a long breath escaped him. His other hand slowly traced under his vest, touching his abs, wanting that hand to be Seifer’s. His head turned to look back at the bathing hand - and his heart stopped. The shower was still running but Seifer wasn’t inside the open stall. Panicking, he turned to the other direction to rush out of the room, but he came face to face with a pair of deep aqua eyes. “Shit!”

“Shit is right, Kinneas. What the fuck are you doin’?!” Seifer stood, still naked on the other side of Irvine. His one hand was on the wall, the other on his hips. They were the same height, but at that moment, Irvine felt about three inches tall. He opened his mouth and moved his lips, but no sound came from them. His heart pounded faster than when he had entered, this time fear washed over him instead of pleasure. “I...” He couldn’t move much more either. His cock was still in his hand, the other still on his stomach. He was caught.

“Kinneas...” Seifer stood up fully, arms crossing his chest. “Were you wackin’ off to me?”

Instead of answering, Irvine turned his head to the side, his cheeks on fire. He felt like he wanted to burst out crying. Seifer would be the kind of person to start telling everyone and anyone what happened. There goes life in Balamb...

“You were wackin’ off... Alone. I was showing... Alone. And you just stood here? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Irvine lifted his head up, his eyes not yet meeting Seifer’s. “Wh...what?” The words rang through his head, but he wasn’t sure if he heard them right. If that didn’t stun him, it was when Seifer’s hand gently took his chin, turning his face to his. He met up with those eyes that could seduce just about anyone. He opened his mouth once more to question what was happening, but his mouth was soon covered with Seifer’s. Irvine’s eyes popped open, not believing this for a minute. Seifer had just kissed him. Not a hard kiss, his lips molded against the sharpshooters gently, almost persuading him. He didn’t need to be, once the initial shock wore off. His hands unfroze from their spots and a small sound rang in his throat. Seifer moved his hand up to the back of his neck as his tongue parted Irvine’s lips gently. The smooth muscle traced along the thin line between them and was rewarded when Irvine’s lips opened and his tongue slid between them. Seifer let out a sound like a purr as his fingers took a hold of the band that held Irvine’s hair together and tugged his long locks loose. He had always wanted to get his hand on that curtain of amber and he showed it, taking a firm grasp as his head tilted and thrust his tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply.

Irvine let out a slow groan, his eyes closing tightly. His hand reached gently upwards to touch along Seifer’s stomach, his fingers tracing the hard muscle which Seifer appreciated, moving his chest closer to the soft touches. His own hands began to move, his first priority was getting the cowboy out of his clothes, he was too over dressed. Unzipping the vest, he pushed it off Irvine’s shoulders, letting it hit the floor with a muffled sound. The kiss broke, the need for air had left them both panting.

“You could have taken off some of this shit.” Seifer laughed breathlessly, his fingers moving down to work on the tanned pants. Once they, as well as the boots and socks, were gone, the two stood there in the nude. “Ready for this?” Seifer looked into Irvs eys eyes, a seriousness against the haze that clouded his own.

“For as long as I’ve known ya’.” Irvine smirked, a little shied at his comment. Seifer smiled gently and his mouth was back to the others, kissing him with more need than anything. Seifer walked them back to the shower, the time when Irvine finally realized the hard muscle of Seifer’s brushing his leg. Just from that, a shiver of pleasure ran through him, making the room way hotter than it had been. He jumped when he felt the water hit the top of his head and realized they were back in the shower where Seifer started. Seifer moved back to look over Irvine, the long dark auburn hair hung in wet layers, his light violet eyes almost innocent when he looked up at Seifer.

“Mmm, beautiful.” Seifer smiled gently at the sight before him before he moved in for his prey. He kissed him erotically, his tongue dancing and swirling against the other as he pushed him back against the wall of the shower. His knees spread apart Irvine’s legs as his hand ran between them. He gave Irvine’s cock a few slow strokes, muffled groans from the long-haired male filled the enclosed space, making Seifer’s body burn with a blanket of heat. His hand left there, a disappointed moan following the first, but Seifer had more ideas for the other. His fingers ran along his thigh and under his ass, a sharp gasp from Irvine broke the kiss as Seifer’s fingers touched his entrance. Seifer made a few soothing sounds and promised he wouldn’t hurt him. Irvine nodded slightly and let his shoulders rest against the back of the shower stall. His legs opened a little more and let his body relax into Seifer’s care.

Once he felt Irvine relax above him, the water that fell along their bodies made it easy as his finger slid into Irvine tightness. A long groan filled the shower room and pressed Seifer on. Irvine made beautiful noises and he wanted and needed more. His free hand slowly stroked Irvine’s cock, not wanting him to cum too early, but did it to make him relax more. Licking his lips slowly, his finger began to move inside of him, stroking in and out of the smooth muscle, pushing further with every stroke to loosen him up. He carefully added another finger and got another loud cry.

Irvine’s hands rested on Seifer’s shoulders, his fingers digging down into the tanned skin. The slight pain Seifer’s fingers caused was nothing compared to the dull ache in his body that needed more. He had wanted this time to come for so long and a nagging feeling that Seifer wust ust going to tell him he was kidding and leave began to eat at him. “Pl...please...” He groaned more than said the word as his hips pushed forward. Seifer’s fingers pressed up at an angle and hit something behind his stomach that made Irvine shout in pleasure.

“So impatient cowboy. Thought they taught ya the importance of patience.” Seifer chuckled deeply, his mouth moving to Irvine’s neck, tongue running up the wet skin in a slow movement. Irvine tasted just like he smelled. Husky, like an aged leather and a faint amount of gunpowder. Seifer hummed in his throat and carefully removed his fingers from him. “Alright, then.” His head lifted and kept his eyes into the indigo ones in front of him. His hands moved to the sides of his legs and lifted them up onto his hips. Irvine caught on and wrapped his legs tightly around Seifer, his one hand moving down to grab onto the bolted down steel bar that ran along the side of the shower. His eyes made contract with Seifer’s as Seifer slowly slid himself inside. A chocked cry was all Irvine could get out, Seifer’s co lot lot thicker than his two fingers. Seifer tried to relax him, muttering soft words as his one hand went up to stroke his hair softly. He was tempted to just ram right into him but he had a feeling Irvine wouldn’t be ready for that.

Slowly he moved his hips, pressing himself in inch by inch into the warm vice. The showers water ran along Seifer’s back, the dampness on his face caused by sweat. His cock throbbed painfully inside Irvine’s body as he slid down to his root, resting for a moment. “Alright?” He whispered against Irvine’s ear before placing a trail of gentle kisses down his neck. Irvine nodded and swallowed hard. Seifer moved his hips backwards, and began to pick up his pace.

Irvine closed his eyes and let the white hot lightning travel through him like a wildfire. His knuckles turned white as he held onto the stall, trying to get used to the thickness that made every nerve of his body spark to life. He watched Seifer’s face and with every daydream he had, it was nothing compared to the real thing. After a while of smooth movements, his body began to yearn for more, wanting Seifer how he dreamed of him - in total control of his body. “Seifer...” Breathing heavily, he kissed Seifer’s lips tenderly. “Fuck me... please.”

It was all he needed to hear. Seifer pulled back and slid his entire length out of the cowboy and set him down. Irvine opened his mouth in shock, before Seifer turned him around sharply, placing his hand on Irvine’s hip to pull his lower body back to him. Irvine grinned as his hands held onto the wall so his face didn’t crash into it. Seifer aligned his cock and thrust in with a fast movt. It. Irvine’s head shot up with a cry of pleasure when Seifer didn’t stop at that. His powerful hips began to thrust in a steady pace. His hand went to that thick mane of hair and wrapped his hand through the wet locks. He used it to turn Irvine’s head to the side before biting down into his neck, leaving a decent sized love-mark on the back of his neck. Smiling in satisfaction, his mouth moved behind his ear and purred deeply. “Mmm, my little cowboy...” His hand that had been on Irvine’s hip, moved around and clasped around his cock, stroking it with firm motions.

Irvine felt his eyes water, his whole body burned deeply and knew he wouldn’t last longer. His loud moans filled the room quickly, mixing with the deep sounds of Seifer. His hips began to move to Seifer, pushing back when he thrusted forward. Seifer bent his knees slightly and with a quick motion upward, hit Irvine’s prostate, making the man beneath him cry out. “SE...SEIFFFEEERRR...” The blonde felt the cock in his hand pulsate as Irvine came hard onto the shower floor.

Seifer stood at full height as his hips picked up a fast pace with shorter thrusts. His closed eyes rolled back into his head, teeth bared and clamped together. With a deep growl, he thrusted into Irvine and came violently into him. “Holy...FUCK.” His head fell between Irvine’s shoulders and let the two of them bask in the after glow of their orgasm.

Once the room stopped spinning around him, Seifer pulled Irvine up into his arms and turned him around. His mouth caught his and kissed him long and hard. Pulling back, he smirked gently. “Pretty damn good, Kinneas.”

Irvine returned the smirk with his own. “You weren’t so bad yourself, Almasy.”

They washed up while the water was still warm and went out to get dressed. Seifer sat back thoughtfully after pulling on his trench. “You come down here a lot at night?” Irvine nodded. “Mm. Maybe I’ll start training at night as well.” With his trademark smirk, Seifer rested Hyperion against his shoulder and walked out into the Training Area. Irvine watched him with a large smile. He didn’t think he would spend any more nights thinking of Seifer. He’d spend many more nights with

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