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Rare Afternoons	By : ShindoW Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 691 -:- 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.

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Rare Afternoons

Rating: Mature

Warnings: SquallxZell, yaoi. Sexual content, malexmale

Summary: Short and sweet yaoiness. Squall and Zell both need
to clear their minds.

Notes: None

Squall
plopped on his bed, face buried in his pillows. Today had been one of the
longest days of his life, and he had a lot of those. The feeling of exhaustion
overwhelmed him, all he wanted to do was sleep, but there were too many things
on his mind. Mostly a certain blonde.

�Let
me sleep,� he thought, rolling to his side and pulling the covers over him.
�Even the weather won�t let me sleep. Stupid Selphie and her Trabia GARDEN�
It�s always so cold here. I knew a blizzard would come and make us have to
settle here for the night. I� can�t get you off my mind. The skies outside are
dark, but they remind me of your eyes� Zell. More than anything I wish I had
you in my arms� You�re not like anyone else, you�re always there when I need
you, except now��

Knock. Knock.

��or
not?�

�Who
is it?� Squall growled and pulled the covers over his head.

��It�s
me. Are you bored?�

�Zell.
Thank, Hyne.�

Squall
walked over and opened the door. �We�re stuck in the middle of nowhere, what do
you think?� the brunette managed to smile somewhat, looking the other over,
dressed in his usual shorts and a black muscle shirt.

�Yeah,
it�s cold as shit in the Garden, too�� Zell made haste to point out.

�I
was wrapped up in my covers before you came along�� Squall glared.

Zell
could tell his boyfriend was trying to come on to him without making it blatantly
obvious. �Aw, that means they�re cold now?�

�I
guess it does.�

Zell
stepped in without hesitation and closed the door behind him, looking at the
lion before him. Just a white t-shirt, gloves, pants, and socks. The blonde
liked things not to be complicated. He pulled the brunette closer to him and
kissed him, having missed the ice cold feeling inside and the feeling of cold
metal against his chest.

Squall
could feel the barriers breaking down around him, a wave of relief (or
pleasure) down his whole body as the blonde kissed him. Squall raised a hand up
to Zell�s neck, pulling their mouths closer before they broke away for a
moment.

��I
missed you,� Zell said.

Squall
sat down on the bed and the other sat beside him, �I missed you, too� It seems
I�m always doing something, or there�s always some force keeping us apart.�

�Well,
we�re together now,� Zell smirked and kissed the man again, both laying back
gently onto the bed. Squall slipped a hand underneath the rim of the other�s
shorts, even through leather feeling soft skin beneath; what was cold a moment
ago already seemed warmer to him. Zell growled lightly and begin to kiss the
lion�s neck, racing a hand under his white shirt. Squall could feel the
tattered leather against his chest, making him tremble, face returning once
again to the pillows that he had greeted alone so many afternoons before.
Squall looked up again and used the tips of his fingers to remove Zell�s shirt,
admiring the built body underneath that the blonde worked so long to maintain.
The brunette was happy, the other had a lot of energy. On the contrary, Squall
was rather skinny, but Zell didn�t mind, the shirt lifted, he kissed Squall�s
stomach and ran the tattered leather that surrounded both hands along the
lion�s chest and ribs, causing him to groan slightly, and pull Zell back to eye
level.

Squall
got on top of Zell, kissing again, doing anything to thank the other for
brightening his day, for keeping his ice-cold body warm. He wrapped his arms
closer, kissing down Zell�s neck and over to the man�s ear, lingering there
awhile to play. Zell couldn�t decide whether he absolutely loved it or wanted
to kill his lover for teasing him that way, but thought about the long run and
whispered in Squall�s ear, causing the lion to bite a little too harshly, what
Zell had been aiming for. The blonde removed his gloves and tossed them aside
somewhere where they would eventually be found days later amongst the clutter,
moving his hands over Squall�s soft, yet tense back. He gently messaged it,
kissing his lover�s cheek, then removed the shirt completely.

Zell
sat Squall upright and teased his chest, the heat between them reflecting their
desires. The commander slid a hand underneath Zell�s shorts again, this time in
the front causing the other to groan rather loudly. The leather felt good
against his skin, something he�d imagined before they had officially started
being together, was now a anxious reality. Zell removed the hand, taking off
the gloves from Squall�s hands with his teeth, and then put it back. The
brunette lover removed the other�s shorts and then his own outerwear, leaving
them both finally free of any confines whatsoever.

Squall
felt the covers pull over him as the two lay down again, ��Zell�� It was saying
�I Love You�, without actually saying it, the voice strained in delight as Zell
pulled the lion closer to him, feeling how firm Squall had become. The brunette
could think the same, Zell�s warmth gently being thrust upward against him.
Squall slipped his arms underneath to feel Zell�s back and force himself onto
the blonde with the strength he had used for years only for protecting himself,
now using it to love another. He gave Zell a single kiss just as the blonde
cried his name.

�Zell��
Squall whispered, burying his face in the blonde�s shoulder. He could smell the
sweat, nothing like the kind after a hard session of training, this was sweet,
often referred to as the smell of love, intoxicating. The lion closed his eyes,
the feeling growing inside him, aching around him, and just cherished the
peaceful moment, every touch of Zell�s hips against his. The blonde could feel
Squall against his own, both of them stiff as they forced themselves on one
another as if spiting Hyne himself for trying to keep them apart for so long.
Each could feel the smooth skin be it pink or pale, condensation making their
locks of hair stringy and stick to their faces, but they didn�t care and gave each
other one more kiss before coming together. They held each other as tight as
possible, breathing onto each other and collapsing onto the bed, the covers no
longer on them, but tangled in their legs.

Squall
rested his head on Zell�s chest, sounding as if he was struggling to breathe,
he could feel his chest rise and fall with Zell�s. He closed his eyes squirmed
on top of the other, finally finding a comfortable position. Zell stroked the
other�s hair, moving the stray strands from the lion�s hazel eyes.

They
didn�t need to say �I love you�, they already knew that if they said it, it
would ruin the peace they had found in one another in that moment, satisfied
and happy, tired and sleepy� loved.
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