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This
is the first in a long arc Acid Rain and I have been working on for, well,
years. I am reposting it because we are finally writing the next segment.

The boys belong to Squaresoft and I am using them without
permission. I apologize for what I am about to do to them. No profit is being
made.

Very
much hard core yaoi and it could be considered Non-con, too. You have been
warned.

Fever

�What a lovely way to burn��

(�Fever� by Peggy Lee)

It
occurred to Irvine that, given what he did for a living, it was entirely
appropriate for him to die alone.

Appropriate
or not, Irvine was absurdly grateful that when he forced his eyes open for one
last look around the first thing he saw was a small dark catlike creature
watching him intently. Irvine might have been less grateful if the term
�scavenger� had come to mind; fortunately it did not.

Irvine
hitched himself up a little more against the rock. He rested his head against
the gritty cold surface and smiled at the little animal. �Hey, Puss,� he said,
surprising himself at how normal he sounded. �You lost, too?� With great
effort, he wiggled his fingers at it.

The
creature was small, slightly longer bodied than the average house cat, and had
an enormous brush tail, like a squirrel�s or fox�s. Its fur was slick, rich
brown, like chocolate syrup. It tiptoed carefully over and sat next to Irvine,
snuggling its small warmth to him.

It
didn�t quite purr, but emitted a hum. Irvine felt the small vibration and felt
himself relaxing with it. Or maybe it was the blood loss, he thought lazily,
watching a patch of the arid soil darken beside him.

What
desert plant would take that moisture as permission to germinate? To grow and
bloom, covered in thistles and color, and fade and die as quickly as he
himself?

Tears
wet his lashes. �I don�t want to die, Kitty,� he whispered.

It
nodded gravely and began to lick at the blood with a quick, green tongue.

Irvine
was dreaming. There were cats everywhere, a blanket of them, warming him,
guarding him. Then came voices in soft liquid tones, and strong gentle hands.
Warm magic buoyed him up, and he was once again safe in the womb, surrounded by
embryonic fluids.

Then
came the unpleasantness of rebirth. Pain and light and noise - too many
sensations swirled around, sweeping him up. Irvine allowed himself to be
carried away, focusing only on the ever-present purring hum of the little cats.

More
voices, smug and confident, anxious and angry, reassuring and quarreling. The
cat spoke to him without words and he quailed from the force of its group mind.
All will be well, Lithe One. Irvine dreamed on.

Zell
put his arm around Selphie�s waist, offering what support and comfort he could.
He couldn�t say anything; he couldn�t lie to her. He kept his eyes on Squall,
willing his leader to bring about a miracle. Selphie wept softly.

Squall
stood in his classic position, hand resting on the hilt of his gunblade, eyes
as gray and cold as the winter sky before a snow. He was not looking at Zell,
or Selphie, or Quistis who was trying to reason with him. Squall was scanning
the cold desert morning for Irvine, even as Quistis told him it was hopeless.

� �
Three days since we found the chocobo with Irvine�s gear on it. I can�t think
of any spell he could have had that would provide water�� Quistis� heart ached,
too, but they had to move on.

�We�ll
start with that outcropping.� Squall pointed. �After the sandstorm last night
we�ll never find him if he didn�t take shelter.�

Zell
nodded and scooped up his kit, ready to move out. Selphie blew her nose and did
likewise, still sniffling.

Quistis
caught Squall�s arm. �How much longer are you going to put us all through
this?�

Squall
turned his gaze on her and she drew back, chilled. �Until I believe he�s
dead.� He let the ice of his fury rest
on her for a few more moments before he broke the level stare and kept going. Quistis had given up on Seifer, too. If it were Squall who had vanished, would
she be so willing to quit? Thoughts
like that drove him to keep searching � the ease with which the others admitted
defeat galled him.

Hours
later, exhausted, but too stubborn call the ship and go home, Squall was alone,
determined to explore one last little ravine and the tiny cave he thought was
there. He was going to have to take shelter, himself � another sandstorm was
heading in and he was too far from the Ragnarok to make it.

Then
Squall saw the blood, dried on a stone, partially scoured off. A handprint.

Hyne. I just want to find him alive. We can fix whatever�s hurt, just � let him
be alive.

He
moved up, tracking the few traces here and there. When Squall ducked down to
crawl into the little cave he noticed significantly more blood around the
entrance. Why nothing had come �

Something
could have come, he suddenly thought to himself.
It�s not necessarily Irvine I�ll find in there� not� all of him, anyway.
Squall fought down the queasy shiver
that thought caused him and shined his flashlight into the interior of the
cave.

�Irvine!� Squall forgot about the tight fit and
squeezed himself into the little cave.
The cave got wider and taller once inside and he could stand up, but
Squall didn�t bother. He scuttled over to Irvine and felt for a pulse, never
hesitating as someone else might. He had to know.

Warmth. A lot of warmth, Irvine was a little
feverish, but definitely alive. A
rushing noise danced in Squall�s head.
His legs too rubbery to walk, Squall scooted over to the entrance and
extended his phone antennae.

�Dincht.�

�I
found him. He�s alive. Storm�s moving in and I�m going to secure
the area. I�ll reopen the radio
connection so you can follow it down when the storm�s over. Buckle down if you have to and get ready for
a sick boy � he�s got a fever but he seems otherwise unhurt. He must have had some Curaga on him after
all. I�ll hit him with an Esuna and
we�ll be fine. Tell Selphie she owes me
a strawberry pie. Squall out.�

�BOOYAH! Squall you are da MAN! He found him he found him he�!� Click

Squall
smiled to himself but the sting of sand blowing in his face spoiled the
moment. �Dammit�� That wind was cold,
too.

Squall dragged his gear in and quickly
emptied his backpack. He blew up the plastic bag that had been around the
apples and stuffed it in the backpack to take up more space. He shoved the
backpack in the entrance as a makeshift door.
It was dark, but his flashlight was good for a while yet. He had a few glow sticks he could switch to
once he got the camp set up, and a little lamp and gel fuel for cooking, which
would help to warm the cave.

Water
fortunately was not going to be a problem.
Squall had Shiva, and she did Ice, and that meant good, clean
water. Squall took stock of his mess
kit. He would cast outside and bring in chunk of ice tomorrow if the storm
didn�t break, so there was no real reason to conserve the water.

Squall
scooped up the first aid kit and went to check on Irvine. He knelt and looked
the pale young man over. Irvine was
perfectly all right; his color was a little off but the fever could explain
that. Squall searched him for wounds
and found none.

There
were other oddities. Irvine seemed less rough than expected. Unlike Squall, who�d been stomping around
all day in the hot miserable sun and dry cutting wind, Irvine was un-chapped,
his skin soft with the silky suede feel of being freshly washed.

His
shirt was different, not the typical type Irvine wore. It was neither one of the warm sunny colors
Irvine favored, nor was it the typical cut. The soft blue flannelly surface was
almost like a baby blanket, and the color only slightly more gray than
typically found in such blankets. Irvine�s long rider�s coat was bloodstained
but clean. All of his clothes were
clean.

Dammit� what�s going on?

And�
what was that scent on his hair?

Squall
found himself leaning forward with his nose buried in the chestnut mane of the
unconscious or sleeping sniper. The smell was almost familiar, but not quite,
and it made him feel a sort of itch at the back of his throat that wasn�t
entirely unpleasant. He looked down,
right into one of Irvine�s large green eyes.

�Havin�
fun?� The cowboy�s drawl and puzzled half-grin made Squall instantly aware of
how stupid he looked.

�Uh��
Squall felt the blush rush up his neck and into his ears, and leap around his
scalp. �I� was � looking for a pulse.�

�So,
does my hair smell great or what?� Irvine gave Squall one of his best flirty
eye rolls, and Squall felt himself go even more scarlet.

�Yes,
it smells very nice. What happened?�

�I�
I really don�t know. I thought� there
was a cat thingy and �� Irvine tried to sit up and almost pitched right over,
his balance out of whack.

Squall
reached out to steady him and suddenly found himself with an armful of
beautiful chestnut haired boy. He swallowed the instant impulse to kiss that
soft looking wide, inviting mouth, wondering where the hell it had come from. Hello, Brain to Squall, you�re dating
Rinoa! HelloooooOoooOoo, wake up!!! That�s Selphie�s boy you�re thinking of
�tasting�just one little taste can�t hurt�

Irvine smiled up at him with that lazy, kissable mouth and
Squall felt his head swim. He put
Irvine down carefully, with his icy control in place. Irvine looked resigned,
hurt and puzzled all at once. �You
should rest, you�re a little feverish.�
Squall forced his voice to stay smooth and level. �I�ve got some food, let me warm it up �
it�s getting cold. Just a little fire
should warm this place up fast.�

�Sure.� Irvine ran
his hands over himself, pulling his shirt up to do so. Squall felt his eyes pull to the coppery
nipple exposed as if a hook had yanked them there.

Squall felt like a 15 year old seeing a glimpse of naked
skin for the first time. He could feel
that creeping tightness in his loins and the skin crawling on his back and
arms. He wanted so badly suddenly to grab Irvine and screw his brains out. He
flushed again just thinking of it.

Irvine in the mean time was intrigued by the behavior of
the usually icy and self-governed gun-blade specialist. Flirting with everything was habit for
Irvine, but Squall was not only responding, he was absolutely flustered. Irvine knew he should probably quit, but it
was much fun, and so rare, to get any reaction out of his commander.

Squall put the small steel oil lamp up to replace the
flashlight, a tiny but vital light in the cave, and fixed dinner. The ritual of
cooking and eating relaxed them both.
Irvine ate like he was starving and Squall, amused, let him have his
share, too. Outside the wind howled like Ifrit and all his cousins but it was
relatively warm and secure in the little shelter.

Relatively. Once
the cook fire was out, the cave started getting colder. Irvine�s fever was not responding to Esuna,
and he was starting to shiver. Squall�s one meager blanket wasn�t much help.

Squall sighed.
�Okay. Scoot over a little;
we�ll bundle for warmth. No funny
stuff, ladies� man.�

�I�m
a ladies� man, Mr. Commander, sir.
No funny stuff.� Irvine agreed
solemnly; though there was a trace of that teasing grin still twitching his
lips. He was so cold he tried to squirm into Squall�s arms and get under his
clothes.

Squall
smirked. �Cuddly little armful instead
of a big bad cowboy today?�

�I�m
a cold-assed big bad cowboy who feels like wolves ate him and shat him over a
cliff! Your job�s to make me comfy, get
to it, Commander!�

�Shush.�
Squall shifted around to get comfortable and found himself with his nose right
near the luscious smelling, soft and silky hair again. He resisted the sniffing urge and just drank
it in passively.

Irvine
was doing much the same. He thought �Squallyboy
needs a close encounter with some soap and water� but the smell didn�t
repel him. Irvine found it salty and rich and comforting. Though the fever was
getting worse, Irvine felt better pressed to Squall; he was so warm and so
strong for such a little guy. �Hey, Squall� can you rub my lower back, it�s
aching something fierce.� He arched a
little to try to alleviate the cramp that was forming there.

Squall
blinked a few times and did as asked. He pulled the annoying shirt out of the
way after a few moments and started stroking with hard firm pressure. Irvine made strangled little yummy noises
and arched up under Squall, who was starting to feel sweat prickle on his upper
lip.

Squall
was getting a funny, almost drunken feel. He glanced over and the tiny steel
lamp�s flame was steady and pure, so they weren�t out of oxygen and there
shouldn�t be any noxious gasses.

He noted that Irvine was hot to the touch,
which felt good considering it was chilly in the cave, and there was just a
little sweat on Irvine as well. Probably from the fever. It didn�t occur to Squall that he might also
be running a fever. He leaned over and
pressed his lips to Irvine�s forehead like he�d seen moms do on TV and
movies. Squall couldn�t figure out
exactly why they did it, having done it himself, but the taste of Irvine�s skin
was on his lips. He licked them and did it again, left eyebrow, right eyebrow,
hollow below the eyebrow, down his face.

Irvine
was practically purring under the backrub, then the light series of what could
only be called kisses started. He
blinked and looked up at Squall.

In the dim lamp�s light, Squall�s pupils were
huge, making black moons of his eyes.
They were also glassy looking, slightly closed, intent yet somehow
unfocused all at the same time, as if Squall were hypnotized. Squall didn�t stop rubbing, however, and he
hit the horrid achy spot causing Irvine to moan with pleasure and relief.

That
was when Squall really kissed him, surprising Irvine into holding still.
Amazingly enough, the backache receded dramatically. Squall�s mouth covered Irvine�s and he licked the rim of the
cowboy�s lips, and then went in with tongue and teeth. Squall started gentle
but that didn�t last.

Irvine was pinned and couldn�t get away even
if he wanted to, which he found he didn�t.
He was a little afraid, but he wasn�t outraged as he might have been if
he weren�t feeling so strange. Squall
bit him and he made a faint mew of protest.
Irvine was lightheaded and giddy and couldn�t think of anything except
how good Squall�s mouth and hands were making him feel.

Squall
snarled to himself and clawed at Irvine�s clothes. A little rational part of him was saying �Stop. Stop now.
You better stop now, because you�re not going to stop later, stop stop
stop stop�.�

�Shut
up.� Squall muttered and figured out
the shirt laced, for the love of Hyne, and up the back, not in front. He peeled
it off of Irvine without so much as a �may I�.

The
cold air hitting Irvine�s skin made his nipples knot up almost painfully. His head cleared a little and he saw
Squall�s intent, almost predatory expression and felt a flash of fear. What�s going on with him? Why is he doing this, he�s never made a move
on me in his life�

Then
Squall was on him again, going for his throat.
He held Irvine down and nibbled the flesh there, sending gooseflesh up
and down the taller man�s spine. He
licked and nipped down to Irvine�s chest and fastened on one of his painfully
hard nipples. All thoughts evaporated
and Irvine moaned and clutched at Squall, who licked and sucked as if starving
for the taste of Irvine�s skin.

And
he was. Squall couldn�t get enough of the taste of the man; he wanted to
consume him. He left small bite marks down Irvine�s belly as he continued.
Squall gloated at the noises he was pulling out of Irvine, whimpers and moans
and gasps as he yanked the cowboy�s trousers open and started kissing and
licking at Irvine�s thighs and lower belly, ignoring the erection completely.

Irvine�s
eyes rolled back in his head as waves of desire washed over him. He�d never in his life felt like this. He wanted very badly to have Squall put his
mouth over the head of his cock and suck and lick like he was doing nearly
everywhere else. Irvine squirmed,
starting to feel unfulfilled. He wanted
something more, but having little experience with pleasurable homosexuality, he
wasn�t sure what that would be. Irvine
felt empty and hot and hungry.

Irvine
arched under Squall and got a partial reward � the other man�s small, delicate
but powerful gloved hand wrapped around his cock. But it was mostly to hold him in place, not to give him
pleasure. �Squall� please��

That
just got a growl from the pretty, scarred young man and then Squall�s mouth was
on Irvine�s ramrod hardness, licking and nibbling painfully. Irvine cried out and writhed. Squall growled
again and lowered his mouth over the head.

Irvine�s
cries were much more whimpers of need than protests. Squall almost purred, those sounds drove him as much as the
taste, like lightly salted peaches, of Irvine�s skin. He wanted more from him. Squall wanted to drive himself into
Irvine�s body and fuck him hard. But he had to taste him first, he couldn�t
tear himself from devouring the cowboy, even though his own cock was starting
to throb and ache.

With
a suddenness that made him snarl, the image of splitting Irvine�s sweet ass
like the peach he so resembled in taste burst into Squall�s brain and dominated
his actions. Irvine whined pathetically as the hot, wet mouth left him and then
yelped as Squall flipped him over abruptly, forcing him onto his hands and knees.
Squall was always a strong man despite his delicate bone structure and feminine
features and he had no difficulty holding Irvine even as he undressed him. He
threw the pants and chaps he�d been struggling with away from them, buckles
tangled and one button ripped for good and all gone into the crevices of the
cave.

�Squall?! What the hell�!?�

Squall ripped at his own clothes, yanking his gloves off
to better get the buttons undone.

Irvine was almost paralyzed with a mixture of
fear and excitement and a voice that was telling him that this was not
where he wanted to be, not with that hard cock pointed at him and intent on his
ass. When did he get naked? When did Squall develop such a passion for
him that he was willing to commit rape?
�Squall� I don�t think we��

Then
Squall�s hands were on him again and Irvine felt the protest die in his throat.
Squall had one hand tangled in Irvine�s hair and the other gripping Irvine�s
cock. He forced Irvine into the position he wanted.

Oh, no�nonono this is really gonna hurt� Irvine
braced himself, truly frightened, but unable to resist.

Squall paused.

Irvine
peered over his shoulder and saw Squall, eyes closed, very pale except for two
spots of color on his cheekbones. His eyelashes fluttered and he looked at
Irvine, pain and confusion reflected in his dilated eyes.

�Irvine�
I�� A long shudder racked Squall and a snarl twisted his features, his eyes
going glassy again.

Irvine
tried to scramble away, but Squall�s grip became painfully tight. Irvine shivered
and held still again, fear and weakness making him light headed.

�Hold
still, Irvine. There�s something very wrong with me� don�t move, you�ll make it
worse.� Squall�s voice was hoarse and trembling. �I� I�m going to try to let
you go. Do not try to get away.�

He�s
not gonna�?
Irvine was shocked that he felt more disappointment than relief. �Okay� there�s
something wrong with me, too. I�m pretty sure.� He eased away a little as
Squall released him, and when Squall fell back, panting and curling up around
himself, Irvine quickly turned to face him in the pale lamp light.

�Stay
clear, Irvine. Being close to you makes it worse. Don�t touch me.�

�Squall��

�No.
Give me a moment to get it together.� Squall panted.

�Okay,
just�� The cramps that had vanished once Squall started kissing him started up
again. Irvine arched back on his knees to try to alleviate it, and saw Squall�s
eyes glaze over again.

�Irvine�
don�t.� Squall growled.

Irvine
felt a weird little thrill. He wanted Squall�s hands on him again. He was
miserably hard and the craving to be touched and make the cramps go away and
the pleasure to resume was compelling. He felt a giddy power, as well. He made Squall lose control. Whatever
caused it, Squall wanted him.

Irvine
couldn�t stop himself. He found himself moving to all fours again, focusing on
getting Squall to touch him. He slipped his hand over Squall�s clenched fist.

�Squall�
it�s okay. Lemme see if� if I can do something.�

Squall
hissed, a sharp intake of breath, as Irvine brought the other man�s fist to his
lips and kissed it slowly, gently unfolding Squall�s hand and pressing his lips
to Squall�s palm, shivering as Squall�s fingers curled around to his face.
Irvine kept his movements slow, as any sudden movements seemed to trigger off
another rush of the violent behavior Squall had been trying to control.

His
hand trembling with the effort not to just grab the thatch of chestnut hair and
yank Irvine around to fuck, hard and fast, Squall forced himself not to move.
He couldn�t figure out what was wrong with him. All he could think of was
grabbing Irvine and plunging his cock into the sweet tightness of his ass. Focus!

Suddenly
it became impossible to focus, as Irvine had switched from his hand with the
sweet kisses to Squall�s painfully throbbing dick. Squall froze, afraid he
would hurt Irvine if he so much as breathed. A wild wave of pleasure and desire
washed up from his loins and made Squall throw back his head and growl like an
angry cat as Irvine�s lips closed over the head of his cock.

Irvine
ducked his head down and licked greedily. The cramps vanished as before and he
was willing to do anything that made him feel better. The taste was an
unexpected pleasure. He couldn�t believe how wonderful it was to lick and suck
at the cock in his mouth. It felt good to have Squall under his tongue. It sent little ripples of pleasure down his
spine and just the idea made his nipples harden into painful knots of coppery
flesh. Irvine was starting to shiver
with longing as he went down on Squall and when Squall buried his fist in
Irvine�s hair and urged him on, he felt another strange frisson of pleasure.

Irvine
started to pull away to look up at his commander, but Squall snarled and forced
him back down, almost gagging him on his hard throbbing cock. And instead of being pissed or scared,
Irvine felt that little thrill of excitement and desire again.

Squall
wasn�t even aware he was forcing Irvine. Irvine�s sweet hot mouth wasn�t really
what he wanted but it was too good to stop even long enough to get what he
wanted. Irvine whimpered faintly and relaxed as if in submission, which seemed
to trigger Squall�s orgasm. The sound of waves rushed over Squall as every
muscle on his body tensed. He threw his head back, making strangled, breathless
cries as he came into Irvine�s mouth.

Irvine sucked and licked with greedy abandon
as he shuddered with a weird sort of not quite a climax of his own. He was very
hot, still, and wanted very badly to have Squall smile at him or touch him with
approval, tell him to do something for him, anything�

Squall
felt the wave crash over him and his mind cleared minutely. He reached down to
try to comfort Irvine and see if he had hurt him, but Squall found himself
instead pulling the other man into his arms and kissing him ferociously. Squall
pushed Irvine down against the blanket and coat that made up their bed. Irvine made a small sound, a soft wordless
plea. It drove Squall from the slightly
subdued but never really completely soft stage to rock hard immediately. He was, in the back of his head, amazed that
he�d just come and he was already so primed he was about to just ram in and
hurt Irvine.

Squall
knew he couldn�t stop himself now; the only thing to do was� damage control.

Esuna
had done nothing as far as Squall could tell so that was useless. No reason to use any of the antidotes and
have them fail too when it was possible he could get Irvine to come and solve
the whole problem. I can think again, after all.

A little spit and semen wasn�t really as much lube as he
would really like. Squall kept one hand on Irvine and leaned over him the short
distance to find the First Aid kit fumbling for what he wanted. His fingers
closed on a tube of sunscreen, a thick, slick gel. It would have to do.

Irvine
stroked Squall and nearly tipped him over.
Squall got a firmer grip on the cowboy and kissed him to quiet him
temporarily, a deep, hard kiss that made Irvine make a small, strangled moan
deep in his throat. Irvine was obviously in a great deal of distress; he had
stopped talking and he had a desperate, almost frantic look to him.

Squall
nearly dropped the tube when Irvine started planting begging kisses over his
shoulders and chest and throat. He
fended Irvine off a little with another deep kiss and moved the tube where he
could reach it quickly. Squall got a hand on Irvine�s cock, thumbing the glans
gently. Irvine whimpered and squirmed but it was obvious that was not what he
wanted as he looked more miserable, not less. Irvine kept pressing up against
him, trembling and trying to rub against Squall�s belly and stiff manhood.

Squall
kissed and nipped Irvine, who moaned softly. He noted some nasty bruises and
bites; one actually broke the skin. Squall winced. When did I do that??
I�ve got to stay in control� I hurt him�

Squall
sat back on his heels and forcibly turned Irvine do that the cowboy was facing
away from him. Irvine submitted to the handling, arching and leaning into every
kiss but otherwise allowing Squall to position him. Once Irvine was sitting in
his lap, Squall reached for the little tube as he rubbed Irvine gently with one
hand. He was taking the lid of the tube off with his teeth, when suddenly
Irvine growled faintly and ground his hips into Squall�s belly, nearly knocking
him over and making Squall�s own urge to just drive into Irvine�s ass nearly
overpowering.

Squall
shoved Irvine forward roughly so the sniper tipped onto his hands and knees,
and held him there, spitting the nearly bitten in two cap out to one side. He
squashed out a goodly amount of the gel onto his hand and slathered it onto his
own cock. Squall gripped Irvine�s long chestnut hair tightly to keep him in
place, anticipation of ramming that sweet ass making him a little rougher than
he really wanted to be.

Irvine
arched and pleaded with Squall, although without words, as he had totally lost
the ability to speak. He froze when Squall moved down between the cheeks of his
ass and slid his thumb over Irvine�s tightness. Irvine felt almost as if he
were watching rather than participating as he first arched, then lowered his
shoulders and offered Squall his ass, mindlessly, like a cat in heat. Squall�s eyes glazed over and he rubbed the
gel further into Irvine, making the cowboy moan and whimper, before withdrawing
and changing those whimpers to demanding growls. Irvine ground his ass back
against Squall�s thighs and up his hips. Squall reached around and taking
Irvine by the rail hard cock and maneuvered his hips to just the right height
and angle. Squall�s other hand was still coiled in the long chestnut hair,
forcing Irvine�s head down to the floor of the cave as he pressed slowly into
the tight, hot sweetness of Irvine�s ass.

Irvine
went from wanting it so badly he was unable to hold still, to unable to
move. As he felt the hot pulsing
slickness forcing it�s way into him, stretching, penetrating, invading, he
could only throw back his head and tremble uncontrollably. Irvine panted and gasped as Squall just
seemed to keep filling him, and he could feel Squall�s heavy, steady pulse in
the core of him, each throb sending a thrill of pleasure that echoed in his
lips, his throat, his nipples � and still he could not move. He wanted to, wanted to thrash and pump like
mad, but all Irvine could do was stay on all fours, shuddering and panting
while Squall mounted him like a bitch in heat.

Squall
held still over Irvine, gasping and fighting the mindless animal need washing
over him. He girded up his icy control and kept himself still, just feeling
Irvine close and tight around him, feeling the man�s pulse in his cock, until
he could think again. Then he pulled
out just a little, which got a whispery moan from Irvine, and gave a small
thrust. Hyne, he feels good�

Irvine
could suddenly move again. He twisted
under Squall and pumped his ass into
him, trying to get him in deeper somehow. Squall let go of Irvine�s hair and
grabbed him firmly by the hips. The sounds Irvine made and his hot tightness
were starting to get the better of Squall�s resolve to stay in control. He felt his thoughts dwindle and he started
pumping into the muscular, smooth, tan ass.

Squall
rocked his hips, making Irvine keep time with him. Irvine growled and tried to
thrust back, to get Squall to speed up, but the gunblader�s grip on his hips
kept him from doing that. He was forced to roll his hips with Squall�s
movements and was not allowed any control. The sensation of being controlled
made Irvine gasp and thrash in Squall�s grasp.

Irvine
could feel Squall�s cock rubbing him in places he didn�t even know felt good.
And every so often, Squall would shift a little and something would pull just
right and Irvine�s eyes would flutter closed, rolled back in his head as he
just� almost� came. He felt the
pleasure like electrical shocks in his spine all the way to his nipples each
time Squall thrust now, and he knew he sounded like he was in pain but he
couldn�t stop crying out to each thrust.
He wanted it. Being stretched ached and felt good at the same time. He
wanted it so badly�

Squall
growled and started the short, jerky thrusts of a man about to come and unable
to stop it. Irvine�s point of view pulled back, the edges of his vision faded,
as if the camera of his life were zooming backwards up thru the universe until
he became a little tiny doll squirming under the man fucking him. All sound
went away and everything looked overexposed. Then the camera zoomed back in
with a rushing sound like an oncoming train and Irvine was slammed back into
his body. The hot semen jetting up in side of him triggering a violent
explosive orgasm that made Irvine scream.

Squall
pulled Irvine up against him, pinning him against his body as he came inside of
him. He bit the cowboy on the shoulder, drawing blood.

Irvine
squirmed on Squall�s cock, trying to get him deeper. Irvine wanted it all the
way up inside of him and couldn�t stop coming, the hot liquid spilling and
spurting out of him. Nothing of this was his doing, Squall was making him come,
held him where he wanted him, made him move how he wanted him to move, made him
cry out and writhe and thrash in his arms.
His ears roared with the pounding rush of his blood, in time to Squall�s
own, and he felt complete, filled. The blackness closed in and he just went
completely limp.

Squall
was feeling lightheaded himself. He kept Irvine from falling over, holding the
sniper against him. The bite turned into a kiss, and Squall nuzzled under the
honey auburn hair at the nape of Irvine�s neck. Squall carefully pulled out of Irvine and lay him down on the
coat.

He
got out the wet wipes and cleaned them both, shaking with exhaustion and
chills. Squall had to get things �nice�, he couldn�t bear Irvine waking up to
the mess of being, for all intents and purposes, raped. He straightened out the bedding and shivered
a few times, although sweat was still dripping from him. Squall looked
worriedly at the unmoving cowboy and leaned over Irvine to feel for a pulse. He
was rewarded with a soft sigh of pleasure and a smile in addition to the
slowing, steadying pulse. �You okay,
Irvine?� Squall asked hoarsely. �You�re not as hot, your fever�s broken.�

�Mhm.� Another lazy, sleepy smile and one eye
creaked open at him. �Y�all still �wake?
Go �sleep.� He moved one arm
lethargically out and captured Squall, tugging him close.

Squall
would have argued but he was just too tired and achy. He straightened out the blanket and pulled it around them. The
wind howled outside, storm still in force, and he stopped worrying and snuggled
up to Irvine, who put his arms around him. Content, Squall fell asleep almost
immediately; unaware that although Irvine�s fever had broken, his had just
begun.

In
the back, dark corner of the cave, a chocolate slick cat hummed and purred its
approval.
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Fever

�What a lovely way to burn��

(�Fever� by Peggy Lee)