firaga

BY : labluekitty
Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male
Dragon prints: 546
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.




Firaga
by Cyn and Nikita


DISCLAMER - These characters in no way, shape or form belong to the two of us. They are the property of their creators. We're just borrowing them for a little while.

Angry. He was just plain angry. No matter how hard he tried, it seemed like
it wasn't going to be good enough for Squall Leonheart. Every single thing
Irvine had done this morning was met with some form of criticism from Squall.
Top that off with Quistis peering over her glasses at him and making him feel
all of eight years old. Terribly fantastic morning and the sarcasm was running
high. Other people would find something better besides his maladaptive coping
strategies.

Well, maybe sarcasm wasn't as maladaptive as throwing Squall up against the
wall and beating the ever-loving shit out of him, or throwing him up against
said wall and fucking the serious boy until he screamed for mercy. Either option
would work with his current mood. It just plain sucked that Squall was so damn
good looking.

That probably was why Irvine was screwing up so royally today. Hard to
concentrate on killing Grats when you were too busy concentrating on just how
amazing Grand-High-Leader-Man's ass looked encased in leather. Of course it was
due to his inability to concentrate on his task at hand that lead Quistis
getting covered in Grats spew. Come to think of it, that was probably why she
was so cranky with him. That shit burned and, speaking from experience, it did a
number on your hair. Split end city.

Though that didn't explain why the great Lion of Balamb had his boxers in a
knot this morning. Maybe someone had secretly switched the coffee in the
cafeteria to decaf. That probably would explain the general air of bitchiness
floating around the Garden. Everyone knew that Squall was more miserable than
usual without that first jolt of caffeine to his system.

The sabotaged coffee plan was starting to sound more and more plausible
because even Zell was dragging today. Usually, Zell had enough energy that he
could take over the Esthar Power Grid. A wry smile tugged at the edges of
Irvine's mouth. That would be a sight. Zell with electrodes hooked up all over
him, his hair sticking up even more than usual with lightning flowing through
his spikes... Zell would probably enjoy that though. Quez was his main Guardian
after all.

Today though, man, Zell was just stumbling through this training session.
Oddly enough, Mr. Sullen-Leader-Boy wasn't chewing him out for his incompetence.
Well, Zell didn't start daydreaming and try to draw power out of Squall instead
of the monsters they were fighting either.

Must have felt pretty weird, having some of your stored spells sucked out of
you. It had to feel worse than the caffeine withdrawal that Irvine was now
thoroughly convinced was the evil entity causing his bad day. Squall looked
positively terrified while Irvine was drawing out of him. The training session
didn't last for long after that. Not exactly surprising, Irvine admitted.

When drawing spells from humans you got bits and pieces of emotions. That was
why the Garden didn't encourage it. Not only was it inconsiderate, you could end
up with a whole boatload of baggage. SeeDs had enough crap to deal with without
adding on issues from some idiot.

The Firaga spell Irvine managed to get from Squall was soaked with lust. That
wasn't exactly surprising either. The area in the mind where the fire spells
were stored was damn close to the more...physical urges. Hell, that was part of
why his fire spells worked better than almost anyone's except Selphie's.

The only reason Selphie could out do him was because she was junctioned to
Ifrit night and day. Irvine knew the feel of his own fire spells, but this one
felt different, sat differently in his mind. He really should get up and let
Squall draw the thing out of him, but it felt so damn good inside his head. It
seemed to curl up with the other spells like it was meant to be there.

Meandering over crap like this wasn't helping, he huffed. It was a damn
spell. During a pitched battle he could go through dozens of them. It was a
goddamned spell. So what if it was Leonheart's and it felt luxurious and warm
rolling around in his head. So what if it was making him want to go and find its
original owner and start rolling with him over something luxurious and warm.

It was a spell. It was a tool. It was something to be used and then
discarded. Irvine shook his head. He really should get up, find Squall and
apologize for his lackluster performance today then get Squall to take his spell
back.

Instead, he found himself heading towards the shower. Excuses flitted through
his mind like water. He had skipped out on his morning shower to grab that
pitiful excuse for coffee... He would be able to grovel better once he was
clean. There were smears of T-Rex guts in his hair...


He was rinsing out his hair when it hit him. Squall was putting his lust
into his spells to get rid of it. Load 'em up and throw 'em out. It was
something they taught you when you first started casting spells. It was mainly
used with anger and negative emotions in the heat of battle. It was hard to
concentrate on carrying out a mission when you're too angry to see straight.

And, apparently for Squall, it was hard to concentrate when one was too horny
to do *anything* straight.

You pile all of that anger, or whatever emotion, into one of your spells and
use it to your best advantage. Throw it out and get on with the mission. But why
throw lust away? Lust, while distracting during a battle, wasn't exactly a
negative emotion. Especially when Squall's lust felt so good. It was fervid and
clean and almost innocently pure. It was...well, just thinking about it got
Irvine thinking about his own lust.

Beating off in the shower with water sluicing down his body while he rolled
the poor little Firaga spell around in his mind awakened it. Touching it with
his own lustfully addled thoughts seemed to make it grow stronger. Made it feel
like there was someone in the shower with him adding their hands to his, helping
his orgasm along.

It was pulling, tugging deeper and deeper within him and he wasn't sure what
felt better; the spell in his head or the hands stroking his swollen cock.
Tighter and hotter. He was burnt and caressed by these spell-hands. No more
beating water on his shoulders, just these familiar, rough hands.

He was suddenly washed clean with pleasure. The spell cooled down and was
silent in his mind finally. The whole time, he realized, he hadn't been aware of
his surroundings. He didn't even hear the groan of release that ripped from his
throat.

The spell was just another Firaga spell in his inventory now. Nothing special
about it. He couldn't even tell which one was so special. He didn't know whether
to be pleased or mourn the loss of such a rare feeling.

Irvine kept going back to the look on Squall's face as he rinsed off. He
couldn't get the younger man out of his head. Squall had looked surprised,
shocked and betrayed at first. Then the walls in Squall's eyes came down and he
was cool, perfect, distanced. Back to being the Lion of Balamb.

He would've felt bad about surprising Squall so, but the very thought that
Irvine had gotten under that hard facade made him feel conceitedly pleased. But
why lust? he wondered. Why throw that out? Why not do something with it? There
were plenty of cadets at Balamb who would be willing to help Squall with that.
Hell, most of his team, Irvine included, would be more than happy to help Squall
release some of that lust.

Instead, Squall chose to remain aloof and secluded from the others and from
Irvine. Were they not good enough? Or was Squall merely protecting as he usually
did? Who was going to protect Squall from himself though?

The water started to cool as he leaned against the tiles in the shower. The
cold of the water and the ceramic against his back grounded him. There really
was no point in going to Squall and giving him the spell back now. It would just
cause more tension in the team. There already was too much tension with everyone
trying to adjust to being heroes.

Heroes didn't flub simple training sessions though. Heroes didn't take their
lust and wrap it in a spell to be thrown away either. That wasn't written in any
SeeD handbook he had heard of.

But it would be his secret to keep. His and Squall's.







You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story