Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lightning. ❯ Chapter, The Seventeenth: In Which Irvine and Zell Moan. ( Chapter 17 )

Kitty: I crashed Mum's car... >_< I've only had my P's for a couple of weeks...

Eoko: Well, I rear ended someone less than two months after I got my N. You got a long way to go yet.

Kitty: I hope I never rear-end anyone! You know, it's funny... Squall and the others drive around in cars and motorbikes, but they're technically too young to be driving anywhere...

Eoko: Well, you used to be able to get your license at 16 in Canada. The L and N only came into effect in the last decade.

Kitty: Actually, you can get your license at 16 in New South Wales, now that I think about it. Oh well. Must be part of SeeD training! Welcome to chapter... um... what number chapter are we writing these for, Eoko...?

Eoko: Chapter 17, one of yours. It's the one where Zell and Irvine moan -giggles-.

Kitty: They do that in a lot of chapters... Oh, wait! -various synapses fire- I remember now! This chapter rocks. I heart Rubedo sooo much!

Eoko: We all heart Rubedo. He's based off of Zell, and my Zell rocks all Zells.

Kitty: And you're so modest too... Let's just get on with the fic, because these people kill us.

Eoko: I agree, on with the fic!

Chapter, The Seventeenth: In Which Irvine and Zell Moan.

"So, who is he? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?"

Irvine was doing his level best to ignore Anasha whom, he thought ruefully, was spending far too much time with Selphie. She seemed to have perfected the same persistant bugging that would eventually make anyone tell Selphie anything she wanted to know just in order to shut her up.

They were on their way out of Zell's class, aching and tired, but proud of themselves for the achievements they'd already made in one day.

Harada grabbed Anasha and covered her mouth, which only muffled the "Huh?" so that they could all hear; "H? H? H?". The girl was insane. Yep, definitely too much time with Selphie.

"Anyway," Harada said over the repetative sound her hand was making. "I think we should drive over to Balamb now and take advantage of Zell's SeeD wages."

Zell's ears perked.

"Yeah, I reckon," Hiro said, rubbing his shoulders alternately when he realised trying to do both made him look like some sort of weird newly-risen mummy. "And we can have something to eat afterwards. We don't have any early classes tomorrow."

"Good idea," Irvine said, straightening his hat. "I sure as hell wouldn't be able to sleep achin' like I do now." He looked over his shoulder at Zell. "Sadist," he accused with a playfulness and a wink that quite shocked the fighter, then he was gone.

Zell blinked, then smiled. Irvine must kind've like Instructor Zell.

He straightened a couple of the practice mats and picked up a jacket one of the girls must have left behind. After he'd dropped that into the front office, he went to get his bike and his helmet and change his clothes.

"Hey, Zell, how'd it go?"

Zell turned in the corridor to see Seifer and he smiled.

"Hey. It went great! They're all so enthuastiastic, and some of them could already balance. By the end of the lesson, they all could balance and were getting the hang of the roll I was teaching them!"

Seifer grinned.

"See? Didn't I tell you it'd be fine?"

"Yeah! But next time, you gotta come be my demonstration partner."

"No I don't."

"Sure you do. Anyways, I'm going to Balamb to stretch Rubedo's legs."

Seifer was silent a minute, and Zell started to turn, then the taller blonde spoke.

"Are you gonna tell him?"

"Tell who what?" Zell asked, face turned away from the gunbladist, but he knew what Seifer meant, it just wasn't something he wanted to face.

"You know who and what."

"I... I don't know."

"What if he falls in love with Rubedo? With someone who doesn't exist?"

"I don't know."

Seifer came to him, laying a hand on his shoulder and Zell looked up at him.

"Just be careful, okay?"

"Yeah... You know me, Seif."

"Yeah, I do." Seifer smirked. "That's what worries me."

Zell took a swing at him, but he'd already turned and walked off, laughing. The fighter smiled as he watched Seifer go, then it slipped from his features. He didn't like to think about what Seifer had asked, but it had kept him from sleeping the last couple of nights. That, and being unable to stop thinking about the sharpshooter.

He headed off. The ride to Balamb would clear his head.

- - -

"...Huh? Huh? Huh?"

"Oh, Hyne, can't someone gag her?!" Illo growled.

"Selph would like that," Irvine commented, smirking, and Anasha blushed, but continued.

"Please," Terry whined.

"Even I'd kiss her, if it would make her shut up!" Rikan cried.

"Or you could just tell her why some dude in a helmet is leaving notes on your door, Irvy," Harada piped.

Irvine went bright red and Rikan looked sharply at him, while the rest glanced at Harada with varying degrees of interest.

He opened his mouth to try and turn them aside, but he didn't have to worry. At that moment, one of the attendants for Relax and Sea came to get them. They handed over their cards and she led them each to little rooms in pairs. Despite Rikan's many attempts to get himself in a room with Irvine, Illo shoved him in with Harada, and Irvine ended up by himself in a one-person room.

The attendant was preparing oils and sweet-smelling incense burned in one corner, the smell making Irvine feel sleepy and relaxed. She turned and walked over to the massage table in the center of the room, laying a towel across it, then she bowed politely to Irvine.

"I will leave you now, sir. You can have a few minutes to take off your things a-"

"Take off my...?"

She laughed.

"Of course, sir. You didn't imagine you'd receive a massage fully clothed?"

Irvine flushed.

"Er, I guess not..."

"Don't lift your head when the masseur enters, he's very shy." She paused at the look on Irvine's face. "Don't worry yourself, sir. The towel will protect your modesty, and our masseurs and masseuses are very professional." (1)

Irvine nodded and she bowed again and left the room, laughing softly.

The sharpshooter smiled sheepishly to the empty room and stripped down to his boxers, then wrapped the towel around his hips and settled himself on the table, wondering what he'd gotten himself into.

- - -

Zell came in through a back entrance to Relax and Sea, greeting people he'd known since he’d only been able to look over the counter by jumping upward. The owner of the place came over to him and wrapped him in a hug, pulling his face into her ample bosom, something for which he was never grateful when he arrived here, but with which he bore, because she so enjoyed it.

"Hey, Xula. How's things?"

"Just vonderful, Zell! Vee are haffing goot business! Especially vith your students! They all tell us how vonderful your classes are!"

Zell beamed.

"They've only had two," he said modestly. "And the first one didn't even really count. We just talked about Irvine's clothes and did some stretches."

"Ah! Irvine! Vee haf seen him! Tall cowboy vith sexy legs, yes? Yes?"

"Oh, yeah, we seen him alright," a tall, dark man murmured.

"Fine as they come, honey," added a sprightly little woman.

Zell rolled his eyes.

"I thought you were supposed to be professional."

"Vee are," Xula said. "But vee can look, yes? Go. He iz vaiting."

The little fighter bowed respectfully to Xula and her people, then headed off along the corridor, butterflies taking him by surprise by throwing a party behind his navel. He was nervous. It only intensified when he slipped through a curtain to find himself presented with one Irvine Kinneas, stretched out on his stomach with barely anything on.

Zell swallowed. He was so beautiful.

Irvine had drifted off into a sort of doze, brought on by the taxing lesson from Zell and the smell of the incense in the corner. When a drizzle of warmed oil fell down the length of his spine, he barely stirred. Strong, sure hands spread it carefully across his back, then began to work against his shoulders.

The sharpshooter groaned softly through his teeth. Hyne, that was good.

The fighter felt a touch light headed at the willing response, and the sound from the back of Irvine's throat. He worked his fingers deeper, stroking and teasing out knots of tension caused by the constant, repetitive pressures of the class, and it wasn't long before a series of low, pleased sounds were escaping the sharpshooter's lips.

When he ran his thumbs down Irvine's spine, palms smoothing against his back, the cowboy moaned, and it took everything Zell had not to just lean down and kiss the curve where long neck graduated into smooth shoulder.

He stroked Irvine's skin, and stretched the massage out as long as he could, working his hands over areas that were already as relaxed and tension-free as they were going to get. Irvine didn't protest, he just continued to drive Zell crazy with a range of moans, whimpers, gasps and murmurs.

He was both pleased and terribly disappointed when he realized there was nothing more he could do. Pleased, because if he went on even a minute longer, he'd surely jump the poor sharpshooter, and disappointed because he was desperate to keep touching the same sharpshooter.

Instead, he flipped a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and tucked it in a fold of Irvine's vest, then slipped quietly out, letting free a breath he hadn't known he held. Hyne he was turned on... He left as quickly as he could.

- - -

Irvine stirred when the attendant re-entered, patting his back gently.

"Sir? You have to move now, I'm afraid. We have another student to come here."

He blinked and slipped off the table, scratching the back of his head. He hadn't felt so relaxed for as long as he could remember. He smiled his thanks to her and went to pull on his clothes. A piece of paper fell from his vest, but he didn't pay much attention, just got into his jeans and pulled his vest on, not bothering to do it up, and headed for the door.

"Sir! You dropped this."

The attendant picked up the slip of paper and held it out.

"Oh... I thought that was yours..." He trailed off and opened the paper, blinking several times as he read it.

/Irvine,
You have the softest skin I have ever felt.
Thank you for letting me touch you.
~ Rubedo./

Irvine dashed to where he'd heard the masseur leave and looked up and down the corridor, but it was deserted and he groaned. The man had been right there! Right there! The man had touched him... and it had been so good...

The sharpshooter closed his eyes momentarily, then thanked the attendant and left quietly.

She grinned and went to report to Xula.

- - -

Zell fell back against his door the moment it closed behind, letting out a huff of air and closing his eyes. He bit his lower lip and groaned, dropping his helmet to the floor with a thud as his other hand lifted to rub at his eyes. His breathing was quickened, and his skin tingled where his clothes brushed against it.

He had to get out of them.

In the short space between the door and his bed, he'd disposed of every inch of clothing and he flopped onto his bed completely naked and whimpering.

Hyne damn that fucking cowboy! Didn't he know what he... how he... Hyne! Zell rolled onto his back, flinging an arm over his eyes, and tried to ignore the un-ignorable situation between his legs. When trying to think of something else didn't work, he glared at it, but that didn't work either, so he groaned and gave in, dropping his head back on the pillow as he curled his fingers around himself.

He had such a range of sounds to pepper his fantasizing with. He could hear Irvine moan and cry out, and picturing him was easy. Long limbs, smooth skin, and - ah! - that hair... Unbound and flowing about him as he writhed and arched.

Zell moaned.

Irvine...

Zell!

I-Irvine...

Zeeell!

Irvine!

"Zell!"

"Seifer?!"

"Fuck!"

Zell went red from head to toe - Seifer could vouch for that - and grabbed for the sheet, dragging it around himself as fast as he could.

Seifer could only stare, because damned if that hadn't been one of the single most stunningly sexy moments of his entire life. He thought, on hindsight, he should have knocked before just punching in Zell's code and walking on in, but he was kind've glad he hadn’t... Because glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, muscles flexing and wrapped in the throes of passion, Zell was fucking hot. He had to admit to having just stood there a moment, watching, before he came to his senses and said Zell's name.

He cleared his throat and pulled his burgundy jacket around himself, thinking of Rinoa naked as hard as he could.

Zell was still blushing, his tattooed cheek turned to Seifer and his hands fisted in the sheet.

Neither of them could move.

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(1) So, anyway, apparently, there's a male and female word for a person who gives massages, masseur being the masculine and masseuse being the feminine. I never knew that! Did you?