Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Life Without Surrender ❯ Roaring Fire ( Chapter 2 )

Roaring Fire

For Rydia and Dark Squall

Who requested a Squall x Zell

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I don't own them. Obviously. If I did, then I would be rich. I'm not. I just borrow them long enough to serve my purposes.

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They had not made it back to town after all, so Squall's worry over the clothes was ill-served. They had managed to get in a fight with everything from their station to this little cabin. (Who's cabin?? They didn't know.) "No water," Squall said. He looked over at Zell, who was building a fire. Sighing, because it was really all he could do, he went to find a blanket. They were stacked against the far wall, dusty and potentially full of bugs. (What sort of person leaves a cabin empty with stacks of wood and blankets, anyway?)

Zell joined in the blanket search only after he had managed to get the fire roaring. They laid the blankets out in front of the fire and waited for the warmth to take over the frigid air. Zell laughed to himself after seeing Squall's scowl. "You really want a shower don't you?"

"Fuck you."

"Okay."

Squall turned to glare at Zell. He rolled his eyes and pulled the blanket around him. It was cold.

"What? Didn't you want to test my stamina earlier?"

"Why does it always have to be sex with you?" Squall demanded. He was going to lose, he knew, but it was worth the fight.

"Because you're just so damn sexy," Zell replied. He yanked on the boy, pulling him over him when he fell back. The fire made the room suddenly very warm.

Squall tossed the blanket off, letting it land a safe distance away. Zell's was under them. The blond smiled up at him, shifting to allow Squall to lay against him in a much more comfortable position.

Squall sighed again. He shoved himself up to his knees and pulled his shirt off. He threw it over to lay with the blanket.

"Oh, we get to take off our shirts this time?"

Squall didn't respond. He just finished stripping off his clothes, methodically, as if preparing for a physical or something else less pleasant. He threw them over to join the rest of his clothes. Zell had succeeded in stripping himself.

He just looked like a lecherous demon lying there, especially with the big tattoo. Squall fought with himself internally for another moment and just gave in. It would be interesting to see how long, exactly, Zell could last compared to him. the blond had several times decided to test exactly how long Squall could restrain himself. "Are you going to try and beat my record?" Squall asked.

"Hell no. Shit, I think Seifer's still trying to find someone to even half your record, Squall."

"He could do it, last as long," Squall pondered for a moment, "Given the proper incentive."

"Are you telling me that I should arrange for you two to fuck until one of you actually gives in?" Zell asked.

"Could be interesting," Squall leaned in close, "Especially if you were there to watch…"

"You're a horrible lech, Squall." Zell shifted uncomfortably. "Come on, before the fire goes out."

Squall retrieved the lube and set about preparing the boy. He took a little longer than absolutely necessary to do so, because he loved to see the boy squirm under the onslaught of sensation. "Wouldn't you love to see him do this to me…" Squall said lowly.

Zell shook his head, powerful fists banging against the floor. He had the most interestingly sensitive body. Squall decided he'd tortured him long enough and moved up to sheathe himself inside the heat. Zell bit down on his knuckle when Squall entered him, a deep growl purring in the base of his throat. "I could just see you there, watching, jacking off, and watching as he fucked me into the mattress," Squall whispered in his ear. His hips were moving slowly, very, very slowly. Zell hissed beneath him.

Zell hated it when Squall suddenly became 'mr. sex' it was so aggravating. He wanted Squall to fuck him and instead he had to suffer through the long, slow, maddeningly wonderful strokes. They sent hot flashes of passion up his body, like a tide that ebbed lazily. And then the images that Squall was conjuring for him. He groaned. He was no match for those two, that was sure.

Squall felt Zell twist his body, shoving his ass back up against Squall's hips.

It didn't really matter how he took Zell, slow or fast or hard, he could still outlast the boy. He sped up a little, wanting to win this little bet and finish with it. He loved to torment Zell, but quite honestly someone could come to the cabin at any moment and find them in this quite embarrassing moment. "Or would you rather I fucked him…"

Zell's hands gripped his hips, pulling him deeper inside the short blond. Zell quickly and efficiently took over, slamming Squall's hips against his own, violently burying Squall deep within his body. Squall braced himself and rode it out. Zell would finish soon and he could just finish and be done with it. "You'd like that would you?"

Zell moaned. He half sat up, pulling Squall bruisingly hard against his body. The boy was as deep as anyone could possibly be and the thrusts were hard and quick. But it wasn't enough. He crushed their bodies together, causing his erection to slide between the two sweat soaked bodies, that was perfect.

Squall's body was rigid against his, tight with all of the locked up stress and restraint. One day, Zell vowed, he would make Squall loose that restrain, he just wasn't sure how.

Zell exploded in a haze of unbelievable ecstasy. His seed poured out against Squall's stomach and he fell back, breathing hard. Squall resumed his deep thrusts, seeking his own release now. Zell didn't mind, little explosions of pleasure tingled up his spine while he caught his breath. And then Squall finished. He remained there, poised over Zell's body, for just a moment and then pulled back. "Where's the towel?"

Zell threw it at him. Squall cleaned himself up and pulled his clothes back on.

Zell did the same and sat close to the boy, leaning against him with exhaustion.

"I think it would be interesting to see Seifer really fuck you," Zell murmured. "Because you would probably go kamikaze on his ass and he would never walk the same again."

"…Whatever."

"You have years of pent-up rage against him, it would be interesting…" Zell smirked. "I still think he could outlast you."

"Fuck you Zell."

"No, fuck Seifer."

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Well, then, we know what the **next** story is going to be, don't we?

Hey, everyone vote: Who would last longer, Squall or Seifer?