Author: Miss Kalloway
Email: [email protected]
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, etc.
in this fanwork. They're all copyright their
respective owners. Etc.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Slight OOC, Possible Religious
Squicks.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The party rages on.
Pairing: Squall/Zell
Fandom: FFVIII x-ing over madly.
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Squall leaned against the far wall, seemingly
disinterested in all things having to do with the
party. In reality though, he was watching Zell.
Their relationship was solid and both had agreed that
they were free to play as much as they liked at the
party, especially since it was expected. However
Squall was rethinking some of that. The main reason
was that Zell was now dancing very, very close to the
man who'd pulled him away more than a half-hour ago.
It seemed as if at any moment their light kisses and
caresses would lead to much more and they'd vanish
into some other part of the building to not be seen
for hours.
At that exact moment Squall's view was obscured by a
familiar face.
"Sulking, little angel?" asked Vincent, who was
wearing a loose SOLDIER uniform most likely borrowed
from Zack.
Squall mumbled under his breath before staring up into
Vincent's red eyes. "I didn't pick the costume."
"Neither did I."
Squall shifted his weight and glanced over past
Vincent to make sure Zell hadn't vanished. One of his
white-feathered wings bumped against the wall.
"This is so frustrating," Squall said after a moment
of silence during which Vincent took up residence
against the wall as well so he could follow Squall's
line of vision.
"Then go do something about it," Vincent replied,
looking over at Squall. Squall was wearing long white
robes that covered most of his body and had miniature
white wings sticking out from his back. He'd long
since gotten sick of his halo-on-a-stick bouncing
against his head and pulled the stick off to let the
halo just rest on his hair. There had been a harp with
the costume too, but Sora had stolen it away almost
immediately and Squall hadn't seen it since.
With a sigh, Squall realized Vincent was right. He
gave Vincent a quick nod before walking across the
room to steal Zell away from the doctor who was most
likely attempting to give Zell more than a quick
examination.
"Can I cut in?" Squall asked above the music, trying
not to be too territorial and just grab Zell away. He
was still up for the playing later - he did have his
eyes on a couple of other people, but he wanted to be
with Zell first.
The doctor, Squall had forgotten his name, nodded and
released Zell from his grasp.
Zell raised an eyebrow before waving to the departing
doctor.
"Squall?"
Squall managed a slight smile before running a hand
down the front of Zell's priest robes.
"I've been sent to renew your faith," Squall whispered
to Zell as he grabbed Zell's hand to lead his lover
from the main room and off to some secluded bit of the
building.
"That was one hell of a bad line," Zell said once they
were away from the music and noise. "Sounds like
something I'd say."
Squall didn't verbally respond. Instead he kissed
Zell, pushing him against the hallway wall and holding
him there for several minutes. Zell moaned as Squall
sucked on his neck, just above his priest collar.
Neither of them had much luck with the other's
costume, both of them were trapped in their robes for
the most part - there were no stray openings for hands
to slip inside.
"Room," Squall said, moving his hands to take Zell's
and lead him towards the next floor of rooms.
They ended up in some type of sitting room or parlor,
which momentarily confused them both until Squall
nudged Zell over to a low-backed sofa that sat in the
middle of the room.
Zell nodded with understanding and pulled up his robes
to undo his pants. He was stroking his own arousal as
Squall glanced over from raiding an end table of its
lubrication supply.
Squall just stood there and watched for a moment as
Zell masturbated. Once Zell realized he was being
watched he opened his eyes and paused.
"Don't stop," Squall said softly, stepping over to put
his free hand over Zell's to guide them into
continuing. Zell nodded but slipped his hand free to
place it over Squall's.
Closing his eyes again, Zell gasped as Squall stroked
him almost roughly for a few minutes until he was sure
he was going to come. Just before though he could
though, Squall pulled away and silently guided Zell to
lean over the back of the velvet sofa and rest against
the pillows laying on it. Zell's erection bumped
against the velvet and sent a shiver through him,
causing him to moan even though Squall was a foot
away, trying to hold up his angel robes while slicking
his own arousal with the lubricant.
Squall didn't miss the noise and smirked before
rubbing a pair of lubed fingers against Zell's
opening.
"Ready?"
Zell's answer was another moan as Squall pushed him
slightly forward to press again against the velvet.
Squall stretched Zell quickly, sliding his fingers in
and out of Zell's body with enough force to cause Zell
to keep moaning but nowhere near enough to actually
hurt.
Finally Squall deemed Zell more than ready and
replaced his fingers with his arousal. As he thrust,
he brought his slicked hand around to Zell's erection
to move in counter-rhythm to his own motions. Zell was
practically writhing as he moved forward and back to
drink in all the pleasure he could. His praises were
unintelligible as he spilled over Squall's hand and
against the velvet sofa before falling more onto the
pillows below, spent.
None of this was lost to Squall who was having a hard
time holding back as Zell's body shuddered around his.
He was of the type who got off more on his partner's
pleasure than his own, and Zell's cries and subsequent
orgasm were the hottest things he could ever imagine.
With a cry of his own, his orgasm claimed him and he
did all he could not to fall over Zell after he
emptied himself.
Afterward they both somehow ended up laying on the
floor behind the sofa, Zell half across Squall's body.
Squall had his eyes closed and had his fingers tangled
in Zell's hair. But Zell, on the other hand, had his
eyes open and was fighting both laughter and
embarrassment as he stared at the white stain he'd
left against the dark velvet of the sofa.
Back with the crowd, Zell was again grabbed by the
doctor while Squall stumbled towards the punch.
"So... you were off with the angel?" the doctor,
Kilik, asked.
Zell nodded before letting his lips be claimed.
"How was it?" Kilik asked a moment later, glancing
over at Squall for a second.
Zell couldn't hold a straight face.
"Like a religious experience."
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A/N: For F&I. Probable errors as it is an hour-fic,
after all.
Not as big on this one as I am on Punch #1, but I like
it! Written while listening to Avril's album for the
first time despite buying it the day it came out (you
know, when I thought it was a cute little pop-rock
album and 'Complicated' was a radio buzz clip).
This one has about five jokes in it? Besides the
obvious bad, bad dialogue.
Oh yeah, and my base idea for a priest outfit came
from Google's image search. *sweatdrop*