Author: The Letter D (aka BlackCypress or The Bebop Cow)
Rating: R for FFN, NC-17 for Fist and Ice (Yahoo group)
Disclaimer: As usual, Squaresoft/Enix own all things FF8, yadda
yadda. Theres two versions of this chapter. One which is going to be
utterly uncut and open for Fist and Ice because I felt like writing
Smut, and theother which is going to probably be butchured as hell
for FFN, so they'll get plot but no sex unless they email me for the
full versions or go join Fist and Ice.
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"Harder!" Zell cried, gripping his knees and holding his feet away
from his dark haired lover as he felt him again, plunging deep within
his body and uniting them as two souls in one body.
Squall grunted, an almost mad look about him, eyes glazed from the
night of lust and pleasure he'd been giving him since they'd abandon
the masqurade. Plunging deep within his flesh, and making Zell his a
little more with every passing moment.
Their bodies dimly lit with faint strobes of moonlight through the
blinds on the window, and the three or four candles on the dresser
he'd managed to light before Zell had tackled him into the bed.
Zell gasped in sweet surrender as Squall obeyed his frenzied begging,
feeling every slight movement and pressure of the shaft pressing and
righting up against his walls. Maybe he didnt have the sensations a
girl did, but there was a distinct feeling of fullness and pressures
that werent experinced under any other circumstance.
Then there were those moments Squall thrust his hips a little higher,
angled a little diffrent, and got a scream from his electrical lover.
The little blond fighter so much tough skin on the outside, but
whenever his prostate was rubbed, he'd turn to smooth, pulsating mush.
All thoughts of Squall running out of the ballroom had been put
aside. Zell had forgotten the pale look on the dark face of his
lover, the abrupt dismissals of whatever had been bothering him. On
the brink of losing the festive mood, Zell had suggested going back
to Squall's room for a bit of fun and 'candy'.
Sweat and cum already adorned Zell's body, as they'd been screwing
like plot bunnies for two or three hours, quite the pleasing time for
anyone their age really. Squall flecked and speckled with the
dribbling white substance, and laughing as Zell released for a third
time that night. The spunky blonde had proved to be fantastic on
striking multiple orgasms, completely defying the rumor men were only
capible of the one before rolling over and sleeping. Squall found
himself unable to hold back for him anymore and came along with his
steed.
Pulsating heat slicking deeper than any rod of flesh could ever go,
Zell pulled Squall down atop him, ignorant f the excreeted bodily
fluids that would later leave them almost disgustingly sticky and
flakey, and just held him. Keeping him inside as both panted like
free divers breaking the surface.
The candles danced and flickered softly, coming near the end of their
little wicks, and wax drifting around in little tins set up to
prevent them from leaking everywhere. The heavy musk of sex and love
drenching the room, and moisture dotting along the inside of the
window.
Zell found Squall drifting off to sleep in his arms, nearly there
himself as he watched the candles going dimmer, flames shrinking
smaller until one by one they went out. A soft smile dancing about
his lips as he considered the perfect ending for the perfect night. A
few more minutes and the day of the dead would end, followed by the
day of the spirits. Something he was told about by Selphie, but the
afterglow of sex was failing to inform him about.
Tired out, and in the need for his sleep, he'd almost completely
missed it. Nothing but a few strands of moonlight left and not a
sound except for Squall's now measured breathing of sleep. His eyes
almost shut, and catching it through the closing bars of his lashes,
was a dim outline. A pooling of light from one of the afore mentioned
strands of light.
Faded, pale and not all there, as he thought about what he was
looking at. Eyes opening a little more,lookin at the spot in the
darkness that both absorbed and panned out the light. An effect he
couldnt quite see as real, yet there he was looking at it. Slight
movement and more of it was revealed. A shoulder, light curving over
the very human shape, and onto a stretc of neck. The shapes of human
bbodies unmistakible to him now, from so much work as a child, and
then real and vivid war. Zell knew things that many people in the
world could never imagine.
But he was also tired. Considering he wasnt dead either, in this
weakened state, if it was indeed a person, it didnt seem intent on
killing them. No feelings of being exposed in the comfort of his
shared darkness, or senses of danger.
Zell just smiled. And closed his eyes to sleep.
Enteirly missing the soft sigh and the figure moving to sit on the
floor and against the wall, looking over the room in the dark.
Elsewhere within the garden, so late at night, there were still
revelers up and grouped up. Some clening after the party, others
still crowded around a table or two, talking, discussing whatever
came to mind, some even in drunken stupor.
One such small group contained a tired by very happy Selphie, still
sporting her Moogle costume, though the white powder had been washed
off her face and arms. Around her shoulders was the arm of Irvine,
his sawbladed mask on the table, tight pants rather tighter than they
should be at the moment, and Selphie batting at him now and then
whenever he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
Quistis fanned herself a little with the mask of chocobo feathers and
smiled. "You throw one heck of a party Selphie. I think we should
make this an annual event."
"I can garuntee you it will be, Quisty, no doubt about it. especially
if the Phennon over here keeps throwing celebration money our way."
The little moogle woman grinned at the Pheonix bearing costumed
individual, who'd opted to put his headdras back on after Squall fled
the ballroom.
"Just who is under there anyway? I was with the GF group when the
unmasking went on." Nadia piped up, sitting on a backwards chair, a
glass of champaign hanging from his hand. The thinner, smallerof the
two Brothers guardian force. He'd been more obvious than some others,
but he was stillproud of his costume.
"Why, cant you guess?" The man said from under the birdish mask, teal
eyes twinkling at those who hadnt guessed. "I suppose I'ts time I
reveal myself once more then, hm?"
Loosening velcros and straps that kept the mask on his head,
feathered and strutted fingers removed it once more, and a brilliant
white smile flashed to the others. Those who hadnt guessed staring in
surprise, and those who had just laughing in amusement.
"Laguna, you are one twisted guy." Nadia said after a moment, sipping
his drink.
Laguna only grinned wider as he set his mask down ont he table,
pulling his hair out from the hot costume which he'd trade for a
uniform later. "Why do you say that?"
"Didnt you dance with Squall most the night? Your, ahem, Son?"
"Well, he wont talk to me much normally, now will he. Besides, thats
the most relaxed I've ever seen him. Sure, he may hate me now, but,
really. A father couldnt possible take more pride in a son who can
relax now and thne than a son whos an uptight bitch all the time,
right?"
Laughter echoed around the table, some sarcastic, others generally
amused, and conversation continued off into the darknes of the night,
nearly until the lights of morning.