Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lightning. ❯ Chapter, The Fifty-Seventh: In Which Irvine Has Grown a Pair. ( Chapter 57 )

Kitty: Hehe. Irvy grew a pair.

 

Eoko: And here I thought he already had a set.

 

Kitty: Guess not, which makes you wonder... y'know, stuff.

 

Eoko: Yea, especially since there's been pretty involved lemons too.

 

Kitty: -giggles- Hmm, I guess they must be figurative then, huh?

 

Eoko: Or, maybe now they're figurative?

 

Kitty: That's what I meant. The ones he grows must be figurative.

 

Eoko: Then I agree with you. ^^

 

Kitty: Yay! Geeze we talk shit...

 

Eoko: Yea, they should go read...

 

Kitty: Good idea. I agree with you too.

 

Chapter, The Fifty-Seventh: In WhichIrvine Has Grown a Pair.

 

Irvine stirred to the sound of Zell's even breathing and the twitch of his fingers against his thigh. A slight grin touched the sharpshooter's lips - it always amused him how Zell seemed even to possess enough energy to keep him moving in sleep. He sighed happily and shifted, stretching like a cat and revelling in the heavy-limbed feeling of being thoroughly pleasured. Then he stilled.

 

It was Seifer.

 

Yes, it was. Seifer had pleased him, and he'd pleased Seifer in return, and then they'd both pleased Zell. But Seifer wasn't there. He was surprised to find that the absence was disappointing. But he shifted onto his back, careful not to disturb Zell, and analysed the feeling.

 

Seifer was good. He demanded obedience in a far more overt way than Zell did. He used his height and his size to his best advantage and… and he'd been so gentle.

 

I won't force him… I'd never force anyone!

 

And he was a brilliant lover. Irvine closed his eyes and remembered how it had all felt and realised he would rather like it to happen again. He glanced at Zell and knew it didn't make his hunger for the fighter any less. He would rather like Zell to take him again as well.

 

As if Zell could hear Irvine thinking about him, he stirred and his eyes flickered open. A smile curved his lips and he pressed a lazy, good morning kiss to the sharpshooter's mouth, into which Irvine melted gladly.

 

“Mmm…” Zell purred. “You taste like me and Seifer.” It wasn't until after he said it that Zell realised it might not be taken the best way, but Irvine smiled shyly.

 

“Well, I, like, suppose that's to be expected.”

 

“It's sexy…” the fighter said lowly, nuzzling Irvine's shoulder.

 

“You think everythin' about me's sexy.”

 

“Especially this…”

 

Irvine craned his neck in an effort to see what Zell was nosing at. After a few moments, he saw it was a bite, one that didn't bear the fighter's distinctive little fangs.

 

“Oh… I remember that… right when… mmm…” He trailed off, a slightly goofy grin curving his elegant mouth.

 

Zell laughed.

 

“That good…?”

 

“That good…” Irvine affirmed. “So good.”

 

“Hey! Sounds like I might be without a lover soon!”

 

Irvine chuckled.

 

“Naw. I like it when you touch me too much to go without it. But… maybe…” He dropped his eyes, a little embarrassed. “Maybe Seifer… might want to do it again… sometime…”

 

“Maybe he might,” Zell replied, refraining from leaping out of bed and dancing a jig around the bed. One down, one to go.

 

It didn't surprise him that Irvine had warmed to the idea so quickly. Seifer was the perfect top, and Irvine, the perfect bottom. He liked being told what to do, and taken care of and taken in general. Of course he would want a repeat with such a dominant partner.

 

He snapped out of his contemplation when Irvine gave a wriggle and started to worm his way out of the fighter's arms. Zell tightened his grip a little.

 

“Where are you going?”

 

To have a shower so I'm respectable enough to go get somethin' to eat. I'm starvin'…” And he rolled out of bed and stood, absently fingering Seifer's bite mark as he sauntered through to the bathroom.

 

Zell entertained naughty fantasies about pouncing on Irvine while he showered, but discarded them abruptly when he realised he, too, was hungry. He waited his turn, because he knew they wouldn't be able to shower together without something more happening, then slipped in after Irvine while the sharpshooter dried off and dressed.

 

“To the Cafeteria!” Zell proclaimed when he too was dried and dressed, and they went, laughing and talking as they walked.

 

When they sat down with their breakfast, Irvine was first to notice Seifer. The sharpshooter would swear black and blue there was literal heat radiating from Seifer's eyes, because he felt them on him. The fact that he had a banana in his mouth at the time was just priceless, and the look on Seifer's face even more so.

 

Hyne, he was sexy. Irvine had never considered it before, too busy being terrified of and hating the gunbladist, but after last night, it was impossible to ignore. Instead, he gave a slight smirk and did an incredibly naughty thing with his tongue that always made Zell moan. `Priceless' no longer covered the look on Seifer's face.

 

“You really shouldn't do that in public, Baby, or I might just tackle you to the floor and fuck you right now.”

 

Irvine looked back at Zell and shook his head, chuckling.

 

“Is that all you think about?”

 

“With you sitting there giving head to that lucky, lucky banana? What else would I think of?”

 

Irvine just laughed. It was a little while before he looked at Seifer again, somewhere in the middle of a detailed description of how amazingly intuitive one of his new students was. The gunbladist threw a pen, then looked around, caught Irvine's eyes and looked away again. By now, the sharpshooter was only half-listening to Zell, if that, because watching Seifer was just too damn funny. He glanced back at the fighter for a moment, and when he looked back at Seifer, the gunbladist was making the oddest faces and movements with his mouth.

 

Irvine…

 

He caught that, and forgot he should be appearing attentive to Zell. It wasn't long before the fighter realised he wasn't listening and turned to see what he was looking at. Seifer looked away like he'd been caught by Matron looking at nudie-posters through a sex-shop window.

 

“What is he doing?” Zell asked, watching the gunbladist with great interest.

 

“I have no idea, but whatever it is, he's been, like, doin' it for the last twenty minutes,” Irvine replied around a laugh.

 

“It's lucky he's hot, because sometimes he can be so idiotic…” Zell muttered.

 

“Ha. Look who's talkin'…”

 

“Hey!”

 

Before Zell could think of any comeback, Irvine was on his feet and half way across the cafeteria. Damn long legs… Zell scrambled to his feet just as Irvine was sitting beside the gunbladist.

 

“What do you want?” Seifer muttered. As if plaguing every waking moment of today isn't bad enough…

 

He felt bad instantly when Irvine flinched.

 

“…Sorry, I didn't mean to snap…” The apology was out before he remembered that one, he was Seifer Almasy and didn't apologise and two, this was Irvine Kinneas, who didn't deserve to be apologised to.

 

“Naw, it's okay…” Irvine said, then trailed off into an uncomfortable silence. Why had he come over anyway? He didn't know. But… being close to Seifer…

 

“You guys must feel a little weird after last night…” Zell said, dropping into a chair across from both of them.

 

“Yeah, no kidding, Chicken. Where do you get off pulling something like that?” Seifer growled before Irvine even had a chance to open his mouth. The gunbladist quickly flipped the stupid little paper shut when he realised it was lying there in plain sight, then sat back in his chair, folding his arms and refusing to look at either of them.

 

Hyne, Irvine smelled good… Seifer just wanted to- Not going there. I won't even look at him. Good plan.

 

“I… uh… That is… I just wanted…” Zell trailed off, struggling with his words, and ran a distracted hand through his hair, groaning a little. “I-I'm sorry…” he said eventually.

 

Seifer just grunted.

 

“You don't gotta be sorry… `least not to me…” Irvine said suddenly, and the other two looked at him, despite Seifer's recent promise to himself that he would never look at the sharpshooter again. He was looking at his hands, long fingers clad in those soft leather fingerless gloves he and Zell both favoured, and fiddling with an old bullet casing that must have been in a pocket. “It… was…” He looked up, eyes catching Seifer's, and told the gunbladist directly; “It was… so good… I had a good time… I thought… maybe you did too…”

 

Seifer snorted and tore his eyes away, glaring at the tabletop. That wide-eyed, begging look didn't irritate him anymore, but did entirely different things to him. He knew they were both studying him, and he knew Zell at least would be able to read him like a book. He twitched when fingers inched under the edge of his shirt, dipped down against his hip bone and then glared when he realised both of Zell's hands were still on the table.

 

Irvine smile was positively evil and he shifted across one chair so he could press against Seifer's side.

 

“Since when did you grow a pair, Kinneas?” Seifer blurted, more than a little flustered.

 

“Since Zell taught me what I like, and how best to get it. See… there's places I can touch on him that'll, like, have him pouncin' on me in the next ten seconds…” He lowered his voice to a whisper so Zell couldn't hear - the fighter was completely gobsmacked at this stage, frozen solid and staring - and put his mouth against Seifer's ear, hand dipping lower under the edge of Seifer's boxers and finding his already twitching length. “He thinks he's in control, but he has no idea… I move my hand like this…” He curled his fingers, nails raking lightly down Seifer's length. The gunbladist made a bitten-off sound between his teeth and his hands fisted on the table. “Yeah. Exactly…” Irvine purred, smirking.

 

Seifer suddenly pushed away from the table, chair falling over with a clatter as he stood abruptly. Irvine looked up at him, all innocence - My arse he's innocent. His eyes narrowed, then slid to the near-catatonic Zell and a hand flashed out to bury itself in the fighter's shirt. He leaned forward, a knee going onto the table, and kissed the fighter with almost brutal force, intent on upsetting Irvine. Nothing else he tried to do would come anymore, taunts, names, any of it!

 

Zell blinked, then opened his mouth to the kiss, fighting for control of it for a few moments before relinquishing that control to Seifer. The gunbladist loved it. He always enjoyed the fight Zell gave him. His eyes moved to Irvine as the fighter's fingers curled into his jacket, pulling him closer so that he overbalanced a little and had to put a hand against the table.

 

The sharpshooter was smirking.

 

“Wow, Zell…” he drawled. “He really do got you whipped. I wondered…”

 

The fighter broke away from the kiss panting and glared at Irvine, who's smirk only grew.

 

“And don't you go forgetting who's got you whipped, Cowboy…” he growled, and gained a chuckle for his efforts.

 

“Never.”

 

Seifer suddenly growled and stalked out of the Cafeteria, leaving them both behind. Irvine arched a brow, then glanced at Zell.

 

“I think he was trying to upset you with that,” Zell said, licking his lips briefly.

 

“I also think he were tryin' to insult me earlier, but couldn't do it. Guess he must've liked it too…”

 

“He'd be an idiot not to,” Zell murmured and Irvine smiled.

 

“Yeah, but maybe I shouldn't have put my hand down his pants just then…”

 

“You had your hand down his pants?!”

 

“Yessiree.”

 

Zell's face went dreamy and Irvine rolled his eyes, poking his lover repeatedly until he snapped out of it.

 

“I think we better give Seifer some time,” the fighter said. “He's got to come to terms with things on his own.”

 

Irvine nodded, then his eyes went wide and before Zell could turn or ask what he was looking at, he was sprawled on his face on the table, a bundle of energy atop him with her legs wrapped around his waist.

 

“Was I right, or was I right?!” she squealed right in his ear.

 

Irvine was trying not to laugh. He grinned at Anasha who was following Selphie at a more sedate pace, and patted the chair beside him, which she took with a smile.

 

“How do you put up with her…?” he wondered.

 

“C'mon! Tell me I was right! I was right, wasn't I? Wasn't I right? I was! Ha!” By now, she had an arm around his neck and was giving him the noogie from hell.

 

“Selphie! You're messing up my hair!”

 

“All that energy is put to much better use in bed…” Anasha replied, grinning.

 

“Say it! Say I was right! I've been watching you three for the last hour and I know I was right! Wasn't I? Wasn't I? Wasn't I? Wasn't I? Wasn't-”

 

“Okay! Yes, Selphie, you were right!”

 

“I knew I was right! My plan was a flawless victory!”

 

“I don't know about `flawless'…” Irvine muttered. “Seifer ain't so keen on the whole event…”

 

“But you are?!”

 

Selphie was suddenly off Zell's back and in Irvine's lap, grinning like an idiot. She bounced excitedly and Irvine wondered how he could ever have thought he might be in love with her. Then again, he mused, he supposed the one night he'd spent with her was good… if you liked that sort of thing…

 

“Well… I…”

 

“Selphie, don't pester him!” Zell muttered, shifting back into his chair.

 

Selphie stopped bouncing and turned to look at him, then smirked.

 

“Are you jealous?”

 

“What? Of who?”

 

“Me. `Cause I'm in your li'l cutie-pie's lap? Huh? Huh?” She reached up and stroked Irvine's cheek.

 

“No,” Zell said shortly, right hand squeezing a napkin into a ball.

 

“Get off him, Selph,” Anasha said amusedly. “Before you get so disfigured I won't want you to put your tongue a-”

 

“Oh, Hyne, stop!” Zell begged, making a face which Irvine matched.

 

Selphie giggled, but hopped off Irvine's lap and sat down beside him.

 

“Anyway! Give me all the details! Was he good? Is he hot? Does he scream, or just sort of sigh? Or-”

 

“It's none of your business!” Irvine said, obviously mortified.

 

“Sure it is! It was my idea!”

 

The sharpshooter stared at her like she'd grown an extra leg in the middle of her forehead.

 

“It… was?”

 

“Yup! And looks like it worked! Well, some of it anyways. I'm sure Seifer'll come around, right? …Right…?” The last was hopeful and she looked between the two men, eyes wide.

 

“Hope so,” Zell said. “I know… I know he wants Irvine… but he's finding that difficult to accept. I guess Seifer's just so used to hating him and teasing him that actually wanting to be with him pisses him off.”

 

“Hmm… I can see how that would happen,” Selphie said. “Maybe I should go talk to him!”

 

“I don't think you need to do that, Selph…” Irvine said, but he knew she would do what she wanted no matter what he said.

 

Anasha just rolled her eyes.