Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Crush With Eyeliner ❯ Crush With Eyeliner ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Crush With Eyeliner
Author: Keishi
Fandom: FF8
Pairing: IrvinexSquall, Zell+Selphie
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If only Square would release a game like this... not mine.
Summary: So this hot, sexy, gay guy walks into a bar...

Author's Note: Title taken from an REM song. See, I don't even own that!

The club was a dark mesh of bodies, smoke and bright, candy-colored lights that illuminated essentially nothing. Squall stood at the railing of the second level, cigarette in one hand, a vial containing a sugary sweet, intoxicating drink in the other. His eyes never once rested, flicking through the throng of dancers, to the front entrance, crowded bar, and back to the dance floor. He tapped his cigarette once, then took a long, deep drag. The sweet smell of cloves filled his nostrils, calming him slightly. It wasn't enough, however, and he restlessly began his pattern once more: dance floor, door, bar, dance floor again.

"Looking for someone?"

Squall turned at the question, lips curling slightly at the sight of his boisterous blond friend. Zell was dressed to the nines tonight, despite the fact that the only stitch of clothing on his body was a pair of tight, paint-spattered blue jeans. His hair was spiked, streaks of green, blue and silver running through the short locks, accentuating his eyes. His chest was covered in paint streaks of a similar nature, as was his back, shimmering softly in the low level of light that the club offered. Squall didn't fail to notice that the top button of his jeans was undone, a smear of paint dipping suggestively inside.

Shaking his head, Squall turned his attention back to the activity below. "No one in particular," he murmured, sipping his drink and grimacing. This stuff tasted like liquid shit mixed with sugar.

"Just enjoying the sights?" Zell's voice was closer, the low baritone warm and rich in his ear. "Watching all those beautiful bodies down below losing themselves to the music? That should be you down there, Squall."

Squall flicked his kohl-lined eyes to his friend, who was gripping the railing and swaying gently to the pounding music. "Perhaps," he said softly, going back to his ritual. His deceptively delicate hand swirled his drink, fingernails painted a chipped black.

"Well," Zell said, turning and looking his friend up and down, "if you do decide to actually have some fun tonight, wallflower, whoever you dance with will have a hard time resisting you. You look amazing," he said truthfully, a wide smile on his face.

"Thanks." Squall ran his hand absently down his chest, fingernails scraping along his skin. He was wearing a white dress shirt, open and uncuffed, barely hanging on to his lean, muscled frame. The tie he was wearing earlier was wrapped loosely around one arm, knotted haphazardly and threatening to fall off altogether. His leathers were low-slung, unbuttoned, and tight around his ass and thighs. His hair was its usual unruly mess, hanging in his heavily outlined eyes and making him appear mysterious. Squall looked like pure sex tonight, whether he realized it or not.

Their conversation was cut off when a high-pitched squeal sounded behind them. Squall stepped to the side just in time to watch his bare-chested best friend get glomped by one bubbly, bright Selphie Tilmitt. "Zelly!"

Having ditched her usual sunshine-yellow jumper for a day-glo orange, clingy minidress, Selphie was radioactive under the neon lights. Her legs were wrapped around Zell's painted midsection, arms similarly occupied around his neck, as Squall witnessed perhaps the hottest kiss known to mankind. The pair were symphonic together, if a symphony consisted of fast, driving guitars and breakneck backbeats. Selphie's long fingers twined themselves in Zell's colored locks, her mouth seeming to drink the blond from the mouth down. Zell's hands were wrapped possessively around his girlfriend, roaming continuously, even dipping down to cup her barely clothed ass. Squall felt much like a peeping tom standing there, ogling his two best friends, but he couldn't help it-- they were just so damned HOT together.

Selphie broke off the kiss with a moan, finally turning her attention to the stoic boy next to her. "Squall!" she squealed, hopping out of Zell's arms to wrap her friend in a warm hug. Her head rested momentarily on his chest, and Squall closed his eyes for a second, basking in the touch of another human being. It had been so long...

Selphie stood on tiptoe, kissing Squall chastely on the cheek. She had just come back from a month-long mission in Winhill. "Missed me?" She happily squinched her eyes up at him.

Squall allowed a small smile to cross his face. "Always," he said, smoothing her hair with one hand, careful not to burn her with his cigarette.

"Hey," Zell teased, "hands off my woman." He grabbed Selphie from behind and extracted her from Squall's embrace. Selphie swatted at Zell good-naturedly, turning around in his grip and sticking her tongue out at him. Zell saw this as a fine opportunity, and sucked on Selphie's tongue erotically, eliciting an unchecked moan and several giggles from the short brunette. Squall rolled his eyes and turned away from his friends, surveying the club once more. He felt even more lonely.

Moments later, after a heavy snog session with his bubbly girlfriend, Zell jogged back up behind Squall, wrapping him in a giant bear hug. He placed his head momentarily between Squall's shoulder blades; Squall's hands automatically covered Zell's own on his chest as he peered back at his friend. Zell smiled brightly up at him. "Come dance with us. Selphie says you have to."

Squall frowned. "Zell."

"What?"

"You're barefoot."

"So?" Bouncing back over to the table where Selphie was perched, the hyperactive blond toed on his sneakers. "Now I'm not."

Squall rolled his eyes, but allowed them to lead him down the staircase and onto the dance floor. Zell was right; he needed to be out there having fun instead of living vicariously through other people. Besides, one dance couldn't hurt, right?

Zell and Selphie, each grabbing one of Squall's arms, dragged him across the floor, leering and bumping against the other dancers. Resigned to his fate, Squall let himself be manipulated between the two, swaying slightly. Zell pressed his butt to Squall's crotch suggestively, throwing a shit-eating grin over his shoulder; Squall just glared back at him. Selphie wrapped her arms around Squall's midsection; Zell's own arms reached back, linking with hers. Squall was effectively trapped between two desirable bodies, one hard and unyielding, the other soft and inviting.

The song booming through the speakers was slow, undeniably sexy, like another person wrapping themselves around Squall's body. The neon lights cascaded and collided together in time to the music, creating a surreal effect that left Squall dazed. Zell and Selphie moved almost in unison, bumping and sliding against him so erotically, he damn near moaned at the contact. It had been far too long indeed.

Closing his eyes for a second, Squall just let himself feel, hyperaware of every minute touch across his skin, every dip and ascent of the seductive song. He moved his body as if it were a conduit between Zell's and Selphie's, one hand freely roaming a bare, painted chest, the other cupping one soft, yet firm, buttock. For a moment in time he was lost, and he didn't mind one bit.

Selphie let out a soft gasp behind him, startling him from his reverie, and Squall opened his eyes. His suddenly-dry mouth parted at the figure in the doorway.

The first thing Squall saw was a broad, naked chest, water streaming down it in alluring rivulets, accentuating leanly defined muscles. Long hair drew wet lines over bare shoulders, a battered straw cowboy hat slung low over eyes not doing much in the way of protection from the rain. The eyes. Squall stopped breathing when he met the other man's eyes across the club floor.

They were a piercing violet, heavily rimmed in kohl that the rain was none-too-kind with, forcing the black to run in two tiny lines down the man's face, making him appear even more exotic. They were slightly uptilted, though Squall couldn't tell if it was natural or just an effect of the makeup. Either way, he didn't care. It was lovely.

The man smiled, a slow, teasing affair that would have left Squall breathless had he any breath left-- and promptly vanished within the throng of bodies. It took Squall a moment, and a prod from Zell, to realize this.

"Squall, baby, you okay?" Zell waved a hand in front of his friend's face as Selphie poked him in the rib cage. "You spaced out all of a sudden."

Selphie wrapped her arms around Squall again, and giggled. "I know why he's acting this way. Squall's in lo~ve." Her singsong voice was gently mocking.

Drawing a shuddering breath, Squall blinked and looked dazedly at Zell. It was then he finally snapped out of it, and turned abruptly on his heel. He _had_ to find him!

Scouting silently throughout the club proved fruitless. His eyes raked over every nude piece of flesh, every water-splashed arm or leg or head, none of them magically turning into the body he wanted. How could someone so tall disappear so easily? Swearing silently, Squall searched frantically until he came to the door of the men's bathroom. Biting his lip, he cocked his head to one side, considering. Maybe, just maybe.

Pushing it open, he found it empty, the bright florescent lights throwing everything into harsh detail. The walls were a reflective silver color through the patches one could barely see; mostly the washroom was papered in flyers of various age, all screaming about this or that hot new band coming to play the very club he was standing inside of. The booming music from outside seemed muted in the small space.

Moving to the bank of sinks against one wall, Squall gripped the porcelain and glanced up at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes looked haunted with all the eyeliner around them, making them stand out starkly against his pale face. His lips, unadorned, appeared almost bluish in the bright light, giving him a deathly look. It had looked cool a moment ago under all the flashing lights, but now he just felt foolish. He wiped furtively at the eye makeup, trying to get it off but only succeeding in smudging it more under his eyes. How had he let Zell talk him into this?

He heard the door open behind him, and turned to leave--

--only to come face to face with the purple-eyed man from earlier. Fuck, yes.

The flirty, secretive smile was still there, reeling Squall in like a Balamb fish on a skilled fisherman's hook. The man's eyes were locked on Squall's as he came near, nearer still, until he was standing just in front of the shorter man. His breath was even, and he appeared to be oblivious to the effect he was having on Squall, whose silver eyes raked over the half-nude body before him. His chest was beaded with moisture; the skin a milky caramel, nipples a light brown, perfect. Squall's eyes followed the path the rain took until his eyes met with the waistband of a pair of worn, drenched blue jeans riding perilously low on narrow hips, defying gravity.

Squall's heart nearly leapt out of his throat at the sight of him. He was so beautiful, so at ease with himself, he made Squall painfully aware of his own insecurities. Casting his eyes downward, Squall tried to think of something to say to the mystery man in front of him, but his tongue stuck quite permanently to the roof of his mouth.

As it turned out, he needn't have said anything at all. A hand raised his chin, bringing him to look up at the man, and he realized just how close in proximity they actually were. One breath, one infinitesimal movement, and they'd be locked together, mouths fused. Squall let out a breath, time slowing down. He watched full lips curve, then slacken, the man's face nearing his own, until...

It wasn't just a kiss, Squall thought. It was a deep, desperate longing from each soul to spend eternity with the other, if only in this bathroom, if only in this way. His hands moved to fist damp, silken hair, his body pressed in a mold against the lanky man. He felt warm hands slip under his shirt, tracing his spine and outlining his shoulder muscles with their calloused fingertips, the cool metal of a ring brushing his skin and making him shiver. They kissed in gulping mouthfuls, teeth catching flesh, tongues like velvet brushing against one another. Squall clung with all he was worth, hands gripping shoulders in an attempt to remind himself that this was really happening.

The man's lips trailed a path down Squall's bottom lip, chin and throat; teeth scraping against the feathery pulse, mouth sucking at his Adam's apple and tongue delving into the hollow of his collarbone. He was soon shirtless, though he didn't remember how, and warm flesh met damp as he pressed his chest to the other's possessively, nipples like hard buds pushing against each other. Somehow he found his fingers tangled with that of the beautiful man's, as they both worked to yank his leathers open. Cool air greeted his heated arousal a second before knowing fingers enveloped him. Squall let his head fall back as he moaned, low and loud.

He allowed himself to be manipulated until he was standing in front of the bank of mirrors, staring back at himself. Violet eyes met his in the reflective glass as the man's skilled fingers worked at his shaft, thumb softly coaxing the tip. Their gaze broke as the stranger lowered his eyes to Squall's mouth, open and panting slightly. Squall was flush against him, head on his bare shoulder, eyes at half-mast due to the haze of pleasure coursing through him. He licked his bottom lip as he felt warm breath against his ear. "You're so beautiful," the stranger breathed.

Squall gazed, unblinking, at the breathtaking man in the mirror. "No," he said, voice raw, "I'm not."

Squall saw his lips harden into a thin line, a look of exasperation on his face. "Look into the mirror," Squall was commanded. "Tell me what you see."

He did as he was told. Squall saw himself, pale and nearly nude, his ribs outlined starkly in the florescent overhead lighting. His eyes were large and overbright in the light, his cock swollen and throbbing, the golden fist around it never once letting up.

"I see me," Squall stated dully.

He heard a growl of frustration a second before his head was forced, a bit painfully, to the side. His mouth was captured, the kiss demanding, searching, bruising. Squall clung with all he was worth, the mouth working his own making his knees weak. Suddenly he was let go and turned around a second before he was pushed, roughly, against the bank of sinks, his hips meeting the porcelain sharply. He groaned, aroused.

What had started out as a punishing kiss soon turned soft. Squall's hands covered the ones cupping his face, fingers threading together, calloused tips caressing his cheekbones and tracing his jaw. He opened his mouth, welcomed the tongue inside, licking and sucking and concentrating only on the man's touch across his skin. No words were said or needed.

Squall felt oh so hot, as if he were the sexiest thing alive. The man's tongue reaffirmed that, trailing down his neck and circling his nipples. He let his hands wander through damp red-gold curls, knocking the hat off, not registering it falling to the floor.

It was just a breath's worth of moments before Squall was naked, thighs spread, moaning uncontrollably. The man snaked his way down Squall's body, making him tremble, until his honey-colored head was between Squall's thighs. Squall watched, heavy-lidded, as he licked experimentally up the underside of his length. Head rolling back, Squall nearly screamed when he felt the tip of his cock become engulfed in wet heat, tongue massaging gently. Two fingers found their way into his mouth, and he sucked fervently. The saliva-slick fingers then penetrated him, and he moved his hips ever-so-slightly, torn between bucking up into the heat of the man's mouth and impaling himself downward onto his invading hand.

Gripping the sides of the twin sinks he was nearly wedged between, Squall cried out as the man swallowed him whole, his nose buried in the dark curls at the base of his cock. His arousal was worked expertly, mouth and tongue creating a tunnel Squall gladly fucked, strangely satisfied yet desperately wanting more. He let out a groan, face flushed, as he felt the stranger's mouth leave him unfulfilled. He opened his eyes just in time to see the beautiful man rise up, capturing him again in another fierce kiss.

Wasting no time, Squall's legs were wrapped around a bare torso, the man's jeans pooled around his knees. Lube proffered from a jean pocket was lathered generously onto his length, making it slick. Gripping lean, pale hips, the stranger's golden hands strained, arms corded with muscle as he slid himself gently inside, guiding himself inch by agonizing inch within Squall's depths. Breaking off the kiss, the stranger shut his eyes tightly, hissing out a breath when he was fully inside. Squall squinched his eyes shut, crying out at the invasion. He gripped the man's shoulders, fingernails digging into the muscle, tearing flesh, as the pace began to quicken.

Squall felt so good being impaled, filled, wanted, _needed_. He let out a faint hedonistic moan as the man pistoned in and out, crying out for harder, faster, deeper, more. The sounds coming out of his mouth were frantic and wanton, and Squall barely even registered that it was he making all that noise. The man's hands gripped his hips, fingers digging and pinching skin against bone as he thrust, his cock filling Squall over and over, hitting his prostate and making him cry out rhythmically. His own mouth was open and panting as his gaze remained locked on Squall, silently assuring the brunet just how needed he was.

Squall felt himself near completion when the stranger's mouth attached itself to his throat, sucking hard. The orgasm built slowly, curling outward from his spine and shooting straight toward his dick. He twined his fingers in the long hair and pulled, yanking the man's head back. His mouth claimed the other in a deep, wet kiss, as fingers finally curled around his ignored erection, triggering his climax. He came harder than he ever had before, water forcing itself from his eyes, crying out the only word that came to his mind:

"Irvine!"

Hearing his name, the cowboy threw his head back and orgasmed at that same moment, calling out Squall's own name, emptying himself inside his lover of two years. He held his beautiful boyfriend close as Squall collapsed against him, chest convulsing as he took great gulps of air. He pressed his forehead to Squall's, opening his eyes and smiling at him, heaving.

"Is this what you had in mind, Squall?"

Squall wrapped his arms about Irvine's neck, kissing him sweetly, repeatedly, unable to stop himself. "Yes," he said between kisses, "oh, yes." He buried his face in Irvine's neck, inhaling the musky, rain-kissed scent of him.

Irvine kissed at Squall's hair, still buried deep inside. "I missed you, darlin'." He spoke softly into Squall's ear.

Grabbing Irvine's left hand and placing a kiss over his, their, wedding ring; his own glinting merrily in the light; Squall finally managed, "Missed you too, cowboy. Don't ever leave for that long again."

Outside the bathroom, Selphie checked her bootzips one more time. "Think it's been long enough?"

Zell checked his watch, then pushed off from the wall next to the bathroom door. "It's been an hour. I say let's leave them to their own devices and go have some fun of our own. If anyone walks in on them, it's their own damn fault."

Selphie giggled, and allowed Zell to pull her to him. The pair kissed one last lingering time, then ran off through the crowd toward the exit.

"Fantasy fulfilled?" Irvine asked a while later, his voice lazy and thick with sleep.

Squall snuggled into the cowboy's embrace, smoothing a hand down his chest. "Mmhmm," he answered just as sleepily.

"Think we scarred Nida for life, walking in on us like that?"

"Mmm, oh yeah," Squall chuckled.

"Selphie and Zell gonna get any disciplinary action for not holding up their end of the deal?" Irvine spoke into Squall's hair, nuzzling it with his nose.

"Irvine," Squall said, suddenly serious. "Shut up and go to sleep."

Laughing lightly, Irvine said, "Alright, alright." He ran a hand down Squall's spine, making him shiver. The bedroom was silent for a moment, then, "You looked _hot_ in that eyeliner, by the way. Zell did a wonderful job."

"Irvine."

"Sleep. Got it."

No more was said that night.