Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Liontaming ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Liontaming - Part 5

by paxnirvana Rating: NC-17 Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII Characters: Irvine/Selphie/Squall Archive: Please ask first.

Author's Note: Irvine and Selphie. They just fit. Now Squall, he's tougher. But I felt like the sullen bastard at least deserved a little TLC… or maybe just sex… and a truckload of angst… and some more torture… and back to sex … *grin* Apologies for the delay - got a little hung up on all the sex… *laughs maniacally* [errata: Yes, I know, Irvine's eyes are blue. But everyone in this game has blue eyes… the boy would look much better with soft brown… *sighs deeply* consider it artistic license.] 3/14/02

Disclaimer: Squaresoft owns; paxnirvana does not. Still.

Selphie stood in front of one of the wide windows in the elegant suite of rooms she had been given, bouncing slightly on her toes as she stared out at the sleek, glittering blue-white skyline. Esthar was exciting. A huge ultra-modern city that was brimming with amazing technology and people in strange clothes. Actually, they dressed a lot like the Balamb Faculty once had. Oh well, she wouldn't hold their poor fashion sense against them. It looked like a cultural thing, those robes. Too bad. At least they were nice and polite. And just look at this beautiful room… all to herself.

And that was a problem, actually. She sighed. The Esthar had put all of them into individual rooms. Nice rooms. Big rooms. In the Presidential Palace itself, no less (of course why noted xenophobes like the Esthar had whole floors of guest rooms in the Palace was another question entirely). From the pointed look Irvine had given her as his guide led him in the opposite direction down the long, curving hall, he was coming to find her. So for now, she'd stay put.

For now. But if he didn't show up soon, she was going looking for him. Because she just had to share her lingering excitement with someone. They'd had another dream of Sir Laguna on the way into the city! And one with him being so heroic this time… standing up for that poor Moomba to those nasty guards… being asked to lead the Resistance against Adel… she gave a squeal of excitement and jumped once in place. Her hero! She wondered if he was around here somewhere, since it seemed he'd ended up in Esthar after all…

Selphie wrapped her arms around herself and gave a little pleased giggle of anticipation. Feeling everything was just about perfect in her world right then. Or nearly. But, oh… where was Irvine? And where had Squall gone off to?

Squall sat on a backless couch in the center of the spacious room the Esthar Presidential Aide had led him too. Head in his hands, brooding.

They had taken Rinoa to be 'assessed'. To this Dr. Odine's lab somewhere in the city. Maybe even the same lab he'd seen so recently in Laguna's memories - the one where they'd done experiments on Ellone? He didn't know for certain and it left him feeling uneasy.

Tomorrow, they had assured him. Tomorrow they would know more. But tonight, they were honored guests of the President of Esthar. Free to roam the city, if they liked, or just stay in the palatial rooms offered. He had no idea what the rest of his group had decided to do. He had gone off to the room assigned to him immediately. Wanting to be alone. To think. Unable to take the group dissection of the most recent flashback of Laguna's life. It had been the first one for Irvine; Zell was indignant over being left out this time. And also strangely unable to take the sight of Selphie cuddled close to Irvine's side, both of them apparently oblivious to him. Keeping it normal in front of everyone else. Which was how he wanted it.

Right. Whatever.

Behind him the door chimed for entry. He ignored it for a moment before lifting his head, turning to watch the door warily as he let his hand fall down over his thigh. Near the junction link for his gunblade.

"Yeah?"

The door slid open to reveal Irvine leaning casually in the archway, arms crossed over his chest, one leg bent over the other so the boot balanced on the toe, hat tipped down low to mostly conceal his face. A pose, as Zell would call it. Tomcat on the prowl, was what Quistis would say. Whatever it was, it stole Squall's breath and made his heart stutter with an unexpected combination of fear, anger, and anticipation. All striving for dominance. Out of habit, anger won.

Squall glared at him, letting his hand fall all the way to the junction link on his belt. But he found no comfort in the proximity of his weapon.

A sharp, somehow sensuous smile curved Irvine's lips. He tilted his head up slightly so that the gleam of amber eyes could just be seen.

"Here or there?" he asked enigmatically. Squall was momentarily taken aback to have his own verbal trait thrown in his face. He frowned. Irvine tilted his head further back, watching him full on now, but still from heavy-lidded eyes. A sense of warning shot through him. His battle-senses went on alert.

"You aren't plannin' on reneging, are you?" The slow drawl sharpened on the last two words.

"What?"

Irvine's smile widened slightly, becoming more confident. He stepped inside with a smooth, easy motion, letting the door slide closed behind him before he spoke again.

"I'm callin' it in, Leonhart."

Squall's heart jumped in his chest. Fear. And anticipation; so sharp it hurt.

"There's too much going on…"

"Not tonight there isn't," Irvine cut in easily. "Their President's away; the magic doc's lookin' over Rinoa and Matron. We won't hear jack until morning. 'Sides, most people actually sleep at night, you know."

Squall stood up slowly, keeping his moves as deliberate as he could despite the blood that had started to pound furiously in his veins, the need to claw at his gut. Staring narrowly at the other man. Trying not to think about strong hands and warm lips. And his word, already given… a clear surrender…

"Where's Selphie?"

Irvine's smile quirked. "That's the 'there' part," he said, watching Squall carefully. Squall's nostrils flared slightly with each unsteady breath; his hands had fisted tightly at his sides. After a moment filled with stretched, agonized tension, Irvine stepped further into the room, frowning.

"Hell Fire, Squall, you're gonna fuckin' break," he said, moving over to him. "Easy, it's just us. Ain't gonna hurt you…" He came close and put his hand on Squall's face, thumb under the chin, the leather of his glove surprisingly warm as he tilted his head up. Four damn inches taller, Squall thought as his breath caught and his eyes narrowed nearly shut. And it was all suddenly too much. He couldn't stop the half-step backwards he took. Irvine's hand fell away and he opened his eyes to see the tall Galbadian watching him with some concern. Then he turned away in a swirl of tan coat-tails and strode quickly to the intercom panel in the alcove by the door.

Soft beeps. A muttered curse about overly complex technology. "Seffie? Find Squall's room pronto."

"Irvine! Where…which…" came her surprised voice.

"Far end of the same hall you gals are in. Blue-green door. Move it, Seffie-girl."

"Woo-hoo! Okay! I'm on my way, honey!"

Irvine shut the equipment down, then turned back to him. Eyes hooded. He moved carefully around the room, keeping a little distance from Squall. Who watched his every move with thinly concealed longing, feeling raw, exposed.

Irvine took off his hat, slinging it with casual ease onto one of the half-dozen backless couches that littered the room in an asymmetrical way that must have complied with some odd Esthar esthetic but just made it hard to walk across the room in a straight line. Then he shed his duster, draping it on the same couch as his hat. His long hair hung in a smooth red-brown tail down his back, the two long locks at his temples hanging free near his face. Golden-tan skin flexed over heavy shoulder muscle revealed by the turquoise vest he wore. He left his gloves on.

Squall swallowed hard. He'd never thought himself interested in men. Still wasn't, really. But Irvine was linked undeniably with Selphie… the two of them intertwined so closely in his memories of ecstasy that to see his skin… to see him shed the clothing that had become as much armor as his own short black coat and leather pants was… electrifying. Tantalizing. Irvine wore a silver necklace too… the metal glittered against his strong throat… lay over the soft hollow where his pulse beat, steady and strong.

"What do you want, Squall?" Irvine asked, his voice husky and low. Eyes half-lidded, giving him a sleepy, waiting look. He stood, hip-shot, one hand hooked in his belt, the other hanging at his side. Relaxed. Confident. Seductive. Squall dragged his gaze up from the shadowed hollow of his throat, breathing in short, shallow pants.

"I don't know… don't laugh… I never… gods…" Squall groaned, hands flexing into and out of fists, his gloves creaking softly under the stress. Words, as always, failing him. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, throat moving as he swallowed hard. Then he whipped his head back down again, burning gaze locked on Irvine. Silent. Tormented.

"Easy… easy now," Irvine murmured. He didn't move closer, but his gaze softened, warmed. "We'll go slow…"

"Your night… I promised…"

Irvine stayed silent, brows meeting in a puzzled frown as he searched Squall's tense face.

"You promised to be here… that didn't mean you couldn't have a say in what happens," he said finally, concern shadowing his eyes. Squall's gaze flared.

"I don't know anything… you've taught me everything…"

Irvine's eyes went wide as the meaning of his clipped words sank in and a flush ran up his cheeks. Squall took a short step forward, bumping into a couch and sinking down to his knees on it, falling forward on his hands, letting his head hang between his shoulders as he panted desperately for air, wound so tightly with need and confusion and doubt that he could barely breathe.

Then Irvine's hand was on his back, rubbing gently through his coat, and Irvine was kneeling beside him, talking to him softly, speaking meaningless comforting words in his slow, warm drawl.

"…s'okay, Squall, easy, just breathe… Seffie'll be here soon… easy now…"

Squall lifted his head, looked into those worried amber eyes and it was the easiest thing in the world to lean forward and press his lips to Irvine's, to let his breath fill his mouth. And something tight in him unwound at the contact… it was real… the fire… the sensation… the same…

He lifted slowly up, pressing himself closer to Irvine, who slid his arms around him securely, holding him as their mouths searched each other endlessly in a warm, damp give and take. Not gentle, but firm. Each seeking dominance momentarily then yielding to the other. Teasing and fulfilling. Like a dance. Or a duel…

Squall pulled away finally to suck in air, now that his lungs had stopped cramping and he could breathe freely again. Irvine's eyelids rolled open slowly to reveal eyes that were pools of banked heat.

"Damn, boy, but you can kiss…" Whispered softly.

"You too…" More of a croak than anything else.

Irvine's gloved hands rose up and one cupped his cheek, the thumb running rough over his mouth, rolling his bottom lip slightly open. He tasted leather and gun oil. Eyes molten, Irvine licked his own lips.

"Too bad…" he whispered, gaze running possessively over Squall's mouth. "If you weren't so green…"

"Well, you boys just couldn't wait for me, could you?" a bright female voice said teasingly from somewhere across the room. Both their heads whipped around in surprise. Selphie was standing just inside the closed door, a silvery box held in her arms. Her dark eyes were bright with eager interest. She looked faintly breathless. "Oh… but I didn't mean for you to stop… darn it!"

Irvine moved away from him after a last hot exchange of glances. Squall wondering tensely just exactly what Irvine's last words had meant. He wasn't sure he could handle anything too exotic. Then his gaze darted to Selphie and all apprehension faded in a wash of more familiar lust. She had stayed by the door, box clutched close to her chest, and was now watching Irvine's lazy approach like a mouse might watch a cat. Enthralled, wary, thrilled.

"Uh-oh," she said softly, eyes wide. Squall couldn't see Irvine's expression, but he could see Selphie's. She paled slightly; lips opening, tongue darting out to wet them. Anticipation, apprehension, desire, amusement, love… they all shown on her face. Irvine took the box from her, setting it carefully beside her on the floor, then he leaned past her and locked the door.

"You won't need that for a while."

"It's munchies… for later…" She trailed off as Irvine bent closer. He caught her face between his gloved hands, bending down and covering her mouth firmly with his own. Muffled sounds came from Selphie. Pleased, surprised, impasssioned. After a long moment, Irvine drew back, looking down at her.

"What got you so stirred up?" she asked as he dropped his hands to her shoulders, looking up at him with a dazed look in her eyes.

"You. Him," he said, low and slow. "I'm changing your fantasy, sunshine. I think I'm gonna have to fuck him. Is that okay with you?"

"Ooh," she said, eyes glittering eagerly. "Yes! Oh yes!"

Squall flinched slightly, feeling the blood throb heavily in his veins at the aggressive, possessive words. Wondering a little wildly why the idea didn't piss him off… or alarm him… and it didn't at all… not here and now… he might even want it… with them…

Irvine swept Selphie up in his arms, turning to face Squall again, brows raised. Selphie squeaked and wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling happily.

"Bedroom? Or right here on the floor?" Irvine asked, lips quirking, but the smile didn't dampen the heat in his eyes. Electric tension snapped between them all, making the air heavy with potential. Making him ache with need.

"Ooh, bedroom, please…" Selphie said.

Wordlessly, Squall slipped off the couch and walked toward the door the Presidential Aide had indicated led to the inner rooms of the suite. Intensely aware of Irvine and Selphie following right behind him. And even more intensely aware of the movement of his own body, the slip of leather over his skin, the rub of cotton. He keyed the door, moving inside the room with Irvine close behind. A hand touched his shoulder and he looked back to find it was Selphie's hand, looked hungrily into Selphie's smiling eyes. Then he glanced away.

The bedroom was elegant. Another spacious room, but thankfully with no couches scattered in the way. Dominated by a huge pool of a bed, oval and set on a low platform. Discreet lights illuminated the silvery-blue linen, making it glitter slightly almost as if it were a pool of water. An illusion enhanced by the blue-green walls that were highlighted with shifting, soothing dappled patterns like the soft reflection of sunlight off water. It might actually be a calming and restful place… if his blood wasn't pounding so furiously in his veins, his body wasn't taut with need, his cock not so hard and aching in his pants.

"Pretty!" Selphie said, looking around the room in astonishment. "How do they get that effect? It looks like we're inside a spell…"

Irvine laughed low, shaking his head as he carried her straight to the bed. He set her down, then knelt beside her and began tugging her boots off. She let him, hand braced on his shoulder as her delighted gaze continued to scan the room. But when her gaze landed on Squall, frozen by the door, she stopped, breath hissing in, eyes widening.

She reached out mutely toward him with one hand, gesturing with her fingers for him to come over to them. But he couldn't. He was frozen, watching Irvine leaning over her, straightening up now that her boots were gone. Watched his hands go easily to the shoulder straps of her yellow jumper and slip them free. Watched him slide the zipper open down the front, baring her to both of them. Her small, high breasts instantly revealed, then the sleek curve of her waist, and finally the cheerful yellow flash of her matching panties.

Then Selphie was saying something, and Irvine's attention was drawn to him. He couldn't hear her over the roaring of blood in his ears.

Irvine rose to his feet and came toward him, brows drawn down in a concerned frown again.

"Easy," he said. "Nothing to be afraid of here." Behind him, Selphie shimmied the rest of the way out of her jumper and knelt on the bed, watching them. Then Squall's attention locked on the man in front of him and he frowned.

"Not afraid…"

"Maybe, but you're tense enough to break a bone," Irvine said seriously. "If you don't want to be here, just say the word…" Squall's head jerked up, his gaze narrowing and flashing angrily.

"Maybe I just want it too bad…"

Irvine's eyes flared in response. Hot. Dangerous. A hand shot out and wound in the pelt at his collar. Squall tensed, braced suddenly for an attack.

"Oh, you shouldn't have said that…" And he was yanked unceremoniously across the room, stumbling awkwardly. Irvine pushed him toward Selphie - and the bed. She scrambled out of the way as he tripped over the single step up to the bed, falling across the edge. Then Irvine was on him, caging him with his arms, pressing his body into his. Breath coming hot and heavy. Squall stared into eyes that burned with desire - for him. The touch of panic that sent through him just made his blood throb faster.

"Strip, Leonhart. Or do you want me to do it for you?" Echo of last time. Not a threat but a promise.

"I want to do it," Selphie cut in. Irvine lifted his head slowly, breaking eye contact reluctantly. Then he smiled, just one side of his mouth lifting in a wicked smirk. He moved away from Squall slowly, dragging heavy limbs away with obvious reluctance. But obeying Selphie's request. Squall twisted his head to look up at her, breath short. Her glittering gaze raked over him as she reached out and stroked her hand down his hair.

"Come here," she said, the words soft but the order unmistakable. He didn't even hesitate, he just scrambled gracelessly up onto the bed, Irvine moving away with a soft chuckle. He dimly caught movement out of the corner of his eye as Irvine worked on taking the rest of his own clothes off. Squall lay on the bed beside Selphie, staring up at her, reaching for her with one hand, helpless to control the impulse to touch her. Pale, tender skin already showing a soft flush, nipples peaked, smiling lips faintly swollen and damp. Her eyes warm with desire. Beautiful. Erotic beyond imagining. Just like everything about the two of them…

She gave a little shiver and a soft sigh as his gloved hand brushed across her breast, a finger bumping slowly over the jutting nipple. She moved closer, straddling one leg, hovering above him. Enjoying the caress for a moment before she caught his hand and impatiently tugged his glove off. He let his hand drop down onto her thigh when she released it, and was stroking her lightly as she reached for the other to remove its glove too.

Sleek bare skin under his hand. Growing excitement in her eyes. Then she was leaning over him, hands at the collar of his jacket, pushing it wide. He shifted up, gaze locked on her face, moving closer and feeling her rub him fleetingly as he squirmed out of his jacket. A tanned hand drew it almost magically out of the way. She let her hands drop onto his shoulders, flex into him, searing him through the thin cotton shirt.

"Oh, so good… feel so good… and those eyes… sweet…" she murmured, maybe unconsciously, but the words still made his breath shorten. He put hands on her ribs, sliding them up her slim back, pulling her down onto him. She came easily, hands bracing her a little distance above him as she pressed her mouth to his, open, hot, avid. He tasted her, tasted Irvine, and sent his tongue swiftly around her mouth seeking all traces of the other man. Wet and deep. Heavenly. She drew back finally with a gasp, looking into his eyes in faint astonishment.

"You're good at that..."

"Selphie…"

The bed sagged slightly behind him and he felt the warmth of bare skin against his arm. But he couldn't look away from Selphie's pleased grin. So happy. Her hands skimmed down his chest, tugged his plain white shirt out of his pants, pushing it up to run her hands back up his chest, thumbs following the line of abdominal muscle up to his breastbone, then streaking out to circle his flat nipples, making them stand up sharply. He gasped, biting at his lower lip, eyes closing again, body moving. Felt a big hand in his hair, stroking it gently back.

Lips nibbled up the same path as her hands. Then Selphie fastened her mouth over one of his nipples, sending a stab of sensation like lightning straight through his body and into his groin. Hips surged, leather creaked. Her thighs tightened around his trapped leg. Rubbing her heat against him. His hands flexed on her back, trying to urge her closer. She held herself away, teasing. He moaned softly, twisting his head to the side.

"Sweet Shiva… he's hot…" Irvine murmured. Selphie purred agreement against his nipple, making him shudder. Then Irvine moved, sliding down the bed. Squall felt a tugging on his boots and shifted enough to help without dislodging Selphie's caress. Socks went next. Selphie allowed Irvine to remove his belts too, but the hand on the snap of his leather pants was pushed aside as she broke away enough to shoot Irvine a teasing, possessive glare. Tangled fingers rubbed across his aching groan, making him jerk and bite his lip harder.

"My turn. You'll get yours later…" Irvine chuckled softly at her words and settled down beside them, shaking his head, hand resting on Selphie's hip instead. Watching from heavy-lidded eyes, long hair falling loose around his shoulders. Showing amazing restraint. Selphie settled back down, on the other side this time, quickly going back to licking and teasing him. He arched and moaned, nerves tingling, blood singing in his veins. Slender hands stroked lines of muscle and flesh, pushing the shirt up until it was bunched tightly under his armpits, constricting until Irvine deftly maneuvered it off over his arms and head.

She was rubbing her face against him like a cat, rolling her cheek and chin against his sensitized skin, licking him occasionally, her hands never ceasing their caresses as she slowly slid down his body to his stomach. Heat rushed through him; the warmth of her, of his own desire.

Irvine's hand stroking his hair froze as Selphie paused, lifting her face to look up at them both, a smug little smile on her face as she crouched over his hips, her chin hovering over the hard bulge in his pants. The leather was hot like his own skin, letting him feel her almost as if he were already bare. A deep shudder started in him as he watched in mute anticipation as her slim fingers worked at first the snap, then the zipper, slowly spreading the pants open, allowing his aching cock to leap free. Wet and dripping at the tip. He moaned, hips pulsing. She laughed low in her throat, a pleased, knowing sound. Gaze fixed on his cock. She licked her lips and his heart stuttered in his chest.

"Oh, he's ready for us, isn't he?"

"Definitely, sunshine," Irvine agreed hoarsely. Hand still motionless in Squall's hair.

"I want to suck him… do you think he'd like that?" she asked Irvine softly. Squall stopped breathing, waiting, hoping she wasn't just teasing. Irvine muttered something sharp under his breath that Squall didn't catch, but it sounded like a threat.

"Okay, okay…" she said, laughing. Then her mouth closed over him, her jaw working as she took him slowly in. Wet and warm and wonderful. He gasped for air, eyes slamming closed, body arching up, hand clutching at her shoulder, in her hair.

It didn't take long. He was too wound up. Too close already. Balls aching, cock throbbing. Her mouth moved on him with ready skill, tongue swirling around once… twice… then he was surging up, shattering, blood roaring in his ears. Pushing deep; she took it with a soft moan of surprise… the vibration in her throat adding impetus to his cry of release. Fire and lightning flashed through him, making him arch and tremble, searing him as she drank him down… so good…

Irvine's hand caught his chin and his head was wrenched around and his mouth covered, the hoarse sound swallowed by a hard kiss. Not swallowed - devoured. The other man's mouth moved on him with near desperation, tongue pushing deep, sweeping around his mouth. He could feel them both so clearly, touching him, caressing him, overwhelming him. And all he could do was submit… but wonderfully… willingly…

He groaned hard into Irvine's mouth as Selphie gently sucked him clean, sending sharp quivers of aftershocks through him. She gave him a last slow lick before releasing him and burying her face against his lower belly, fingers slipping inside his pants to clutch tightly on his hip bones. Humming softly.

He collapsed back on the bed, body drained, mind blank from pleasure. Letting Irvine plunder his mouth without resistance, head tilted back, eyes closed. Callused fingers stroked his throat, the line of his jaw, brushed his necklace. He felt Selphie shift on his stomach, lift her head. And he knew she was watching Irvine kiss him. The knowledge made him groan once more, pulse throbbing deep and hard.

He lifted his hand from the bed where it had fallen from her shoulder. It felt heavy. He tangled it in Irvine's loose hair, holding him close. Felt his own hips move, shifting instinctively. Grinding up against Selphie's slight weight. She gasped, hands sliding up his chest again. To brush against his almost painfully sensitive nipples.

"Oh, Irvine… he's so hot… you're both so hot… I want to see you do him…" her voice husky with desire. "Squall… will you let him?"

What Selphie wanted… what Irvine had asked her in the other room… permission… whatever she wanted… he would give… right now he'd promise anything…

Irvine pulled slowly away, breaking the kiss, amber eyes opening just as slowly to stare down into his as they opened. Burning him, that look. Such desire. Such heat.

"Will you?" Irvine asked. And at that moment he would have agreed to his own death, if they wanted it. He couldn't speak - could only nod, once, helplessly. Irvine's eyes crinkled in a faint smile, then he glanced down at Selphie perched at his waist. He was almost completely covered by them - trapped, yet he didn't feel that way. Their teasing warmth, the ease of their banter, the loving accord that ruled them - it had somehow spiraled out to include him and he wouldn't end it now for all the world.

"You want in on this, sunshine?" Irvine asked, that wicked smile widening. She shook her head tightly, eyes dark, gaze locked closely with Irvine's.

"Oh, not this time… this time I want to watch," she said, voice trembling, swallowing hard. Her hands slid possessively over Squall's chest, stroking him the while. Making him tremble too.

"Then help me get these damn pants off him and we'll see about making that fantasy of yours come true," Irvine murmured. Selphie rose up, hands falling to his waist, brushing his half-hard cock as she tugged at the tight pants eagerly. Squall lifted his hips, bracing his heels on the bed. She smiled blindingly at him, running her hands around under the leather to cup his butt and squeeze the muscle there tightly, her eyes rolling up in her head briefly. Irvine slid away with a soft chuckle, moving to a kneeling position beside them. Then he clamped his hands around Selphie's waist and lifted her away, sputtering and protesting, to deposit her on the far side of the bed. Tall enough to reach across and put her there even over Squall's body.

"Sorry, sunshine, but if I let you keep your hands on his butt too long you'll get distracted… and I do believe it's my turn now…"

Squall had been distracted by the flash of yellow panties passing over him. He reached after her, hand closing around her hip, thumb tangling in the scrap of silky cloth that covered it.

"Take them off…" he found himself asking, voice husky, gaze locked with hers. She smiled tenderly at him even as Irvine's hands competently rolled the leather of his own pants down over his hips and thighs, peeling him free of his last barrier.

"Of course," she whispered, hands sliding down her own body to slip her panties down her thighs, fingers brushing his, lips parting as she watched him watch her.

The swatch of dark hair beckoned him. He wanted to touch her. Feel her heat around him once more. He could see the dampness on the panties as she slowly slid them off her legs, could smell the same earthy scent of her… so enticing. His fingers moved up her thigh, just brushing the curling hair. He opened his mouth, licking his own lips in anticipation, gaze rivited until she moaned softly, drawing his gaze up to hers again. Dark and hot.

"Oh, do you even know how you look?" she breathed, eyes soft. "So sexy… such a very sexy boy you are, Squall Leonhart."

And right then, he believed it.

Selphie watched avidly as Irvine took over. He recaptured Squall's attention with a kiss. The grey eyes flashed then drooped during Irvine's skilled caress. The lean, hard-muscled body began to move with a sinuous grace that not even her lover could mimic. There was something in the tight control, the inward focus that made Squall's every motion deliberate and seductive. Whether he intended it or not, the boy was unwitting sin. At least, she'd always thought so - from the moment she'd tumbled down at his feet in Dollet and gotten her first real look at Squall Leonhart all grown up.

Of course, that was before she'd found her Irvy again - so tall and golden and beautiful. But now she had them both… right here in front of her… Selphie leaned back on her heels, hands fisted on her own thighs. Trembling slightly. Breath short.

Irvine pulled slowly back from Squall. Who rolled after him, trying to keep in contact, murmuring a protest. Irvine moved away anyway, smiling, a hand cupping the side of Squall's neck, thumb rubbing over his jaw. Watching him with gleaming, hungry eyes. She knew that look… her heart pounded heavily… oh, she knew that look. Her darling was feeling wicked tonight.

"Up," he ordered softly. Squall went, rising to his knees, head bent as he braced himself, spreading his thighs slightly. His cock was stirring again amid the dark hair between his thighs, swiftly hardening, recovering from the release she'd already given him. Irvine's cock was rock-hard - had been for a while, she knew. Poor sweetie. But this was for him too… her attention was caught by the soft play of light on Squall's back, highlighting the hard ripple of muscle that must come from swinging a gunblade. Such beautiful shoulders too… and thighs… She resisted the urge to touch him, not wanting to break the spell Irvine had over him.

Irvine reared up on his own knees beside him, a golden hand falling on that pale flank another on a firm shoulder.

"Are you sure you don't want in?" her lover asked her again, eyes heavy with desire as he glanced at her. His taller body looming over Squall's, the heavier muscles of his broad chest moving under skin dusted lightly with auburn hair. Her beautiful lover… with his hands on a silently waiting Squall…

She swallowed hard and shook her head vigorously, struck dumb by the scene before her. He just chuckled knowingly, the sound rich and filled with desire. She trembled slightly, saw Squall tremble too. Then could only watch.

Golden tan moved against pale ivory. Like a masterwork of living art; the sleek arch of Squall's naked body crouched on the silvery-blue bed, Irvine's hands sliding down his back, head lowered, silky length of hair falling over them both. She sucked in air, enthralled, legs curled under her, body leaning forward, watching closely.

She saw the faint sheen of sweat start on them both. Soft stroke of hand on flesh as Irvine explored Squall's body by touch. The flash of grey eye over Squall's shoulder as he turned his head. Lips parted, face flushed. Heard the low murmur of Irvine's voice as he urged Squall to lean forward. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest.

Such magnificent beasts, her boys. Ivory lion. Rusty-gold panther. So deadly. So beautiful.

Squall's hands touched the bed, fisting as he supported himself on all fours. Irvine followed him down, one arm bracing himself, the other wrapping around Squall's hips, the hand slipping over his swollen cock. Squall jerked, hissing at the contact, only to be soothed by Irvine's quiet murmurs of comfort, the gentle stroking of his hand.

She was gasping, panting. Eyes burning because she didn't dare blink for fear of missing something, some tiny move or caress. Like the shine of pre-come that was starting to leak from Squall's cock, spread now by Irvine's fingers. Like the way Squall's breath had started to come faster again, his eyes to slide closed with pleasure. Or the way her lover's auburn hair trailed in blood-like lines across Squall's ivory skin.

"You want it too? You want me inside you?" Irvine was asking him. She held her breath, waiting for Squall's reply. The dark head tipped slowly up; eyes closed, face taut with need.

"Yes," he said. The word clipped. Teeth gritted. Clearly wanting to please but just as clearly uneasy now that the moment had come. She bit her lip, anxious for a moment. But her lover never failed her… he was a master of seduction.

"I don't think you do… you're too tense," Irvine chided gently, voice soft. His hand stopped it's slow stroking. Squall shifted, gave a soft groan. Long, clever fingers circled the head of his cock teasingly.

"I won't beg." Squall's tone was raw. Steel gray eyes flashed.

"Won't you? Better let me give you a taste first…" Irvine said with a small laugh, moving his glistening fingers away from Squall's cock, sliding his hand around to his bunched hip. Palm flat, hand caressing him up to the top of his buttocks, then a long finger stroked gently down the crack of his ass. Searching. Knowing. Finding.

The finger paused a moment at the puckered hole, circling it gently. With eyes so hooded as to appear closed, Irvine watched the man under him intently. Reading with sensitive skill the faint moan, the reluctant arch, the involuntary shift away at the unfamiliar location of the caress, yet also seeing the longing way he shifted back against it, the hardness of his cock, heard the hissed astonishment as well. She saw it all too.

He pressed his mouth to the skin of Squall's shoulder, gave him several little nipping kisses - distracting him as the finger pressed slowly inside of him, the path eased by his own slick pre-come. Squall's chin lifted sharply and he sucked in a surprised breath. And it was as if he had expected only pain and wasn't certain how to handle pleasure instead.

Selphie bit her lip to stifle a moan, remembering the first time Irvine had done the same to her. The feeling of invasion at first unsettling, but, trusting him, she had quickly relaxed under his skilled touch, and it soon became just another spur to pleasure. A way to fill her more completely. She shivered in remembered delight.

Irvine's finger slid deeper. He turned his hand slightly, searching. She knew what for; he'd tried to teach her this too, but her fingers were too short. Squall bit back a moan, relaxing almost visibly as anticipated pain never materialized. And, of course, relaxing only increased his own pleasure. His weeping cock jumped between his spread legs; his back arched as he sank into Irvine's caress. Trusting. Surrendering. That alone made her whimper, her hands sliding down her own body to cup the slick heat between her trembling thighs. So wet… To see Squall like this… open, vulnerable…

Then he almost leaped forward, crying out in broken surprise as Irvine found the spot he was seeking. Sending pleasure like lighting through that lean form; throat arched, dark hair tumbled, body quivering. But Irvine was ready for him, sitting back enough to catch him around the waist and hold him in place. Impaling him mercilessly on his hand.

"Gods!" Squall cried, voice muffled, enrapt. Hands clutching white-knuckled at the bedding. Barely holding himself up with trembling arms.

"Easy now. It's good, isn't it? Feel it, Squall. Let go," Irvine whispered, his own face flushed and intent as he reached around with his other hand to stroke Squall's cock again. She could see his own cock standing hard between his braced thighs, leaking all over himself and the bed. She crept closer, licking her lips, reaching out to run her hands up his flank. He glanced down at her, smiling tightly. Squall was moaning wordlessly beside them, hips shifting sleekly, sensuously. Pumping himself slowly on Irvine's hand, into Irvine's hand. Pale skin banded with gold; Irvine's arm wrapped around his hip, his hand tight around his cock.

They were every bit as lovely together as she had imagined…

"See, sunshine… isn't he exquisite?"

"Oh very… and so are you," she agreed huskily, not at all surprised that he'd been able to guess her thoughts, even as she reached over to take his hardness in her hand, taking a moment to stroke the slickness along it once before she bent down and took it slowly into her mouth. Savoring the sweet-sharp taste of him, the smooth skin, the hard length. One hand encircled the base, holding him still as she sucked him deep. Tongue swirling around him. Mouth wet. He groaned deeply, head tilting forward until his hair fell ticklingly-cool on her back. Squall's moving thigh brushed her shoulder and side, transmitting his shudders of pleasure to her. She moaned.

"Seffie…" Irvine said on a groan. She just took him deeper. Rolling her tongue over him and savoring the feel of him filling her mouth, pressing at the back of her throat. She could never quite take him all the way down, which frustrated her, but he was hot in her mouth. Hard. Like Squall before. She listened to the little grunts of pleasure from her lover as she worked him… from both her lovers… smelling the musky, sweat-damp scent of them around her… the distinct spice of Irvine… the cool forest scent of Squall…

Then Squall was tensing, thrashing beside her in Irvine's hold, and crying out hoarsely, voicing that same raw, disbelieving cry as he came once more. Almost as if he felt he didn't deserve it… but her lover's cock was swelling in her mouth, distracting her. He surged up and she sucked hard one last time, taking the flood of salty-thick fluid in eagerly. Drinking down his come and his shameless shout of release that drowned out Squall's muffled cry; her own thighs clenched with near ecstacy just from that, hips pulsing in time. Then her lover shifted sharply under her, so she quickly released him - before she inadvertantly did him damage - to find it was because Squall had collapsed forward, drawing Irvine down over him.

He was flushed and panting. Eyes closed, hands fisted in the wrinkled bedding. Trembling fiercely. Irvine curled around him, gently wrapping the shorter man in his arms, spooning behind him and burying his face at Squall's nape. Her heart melted at the sight, despite the desire still throbbing in her veins. Both boys spent, weary, and resting together… so sweet… where was a camera when you needed one?

"Gods," Squall groaned. Then an eyelid cracked opened. She saw a soft gleam, like silver, in his eye as he looked around - found her. "Come here." The order was more of a plea than anything else, but she still crawled eagerly into his arms.

He pulled her close, shifting in Irvine's embrace until arms and legs were tangled, and all three bodies were in as close contact as he could make them with himself in the middle. Squall laid his cheek on top of her head with a pleased little sigh. A sound she'd never thought to hear from Squall Leonhart. And unless she recorded it somehow, he'd probably deny it ever passed his lips - she snickered under her breath at the thought.

"Good enough for now, sunshine?" Irvine asked softly. She laughed softly again. His hand dropped down on her waist, stroking gently. Squall's slowly steadying breaths ruffled her hair.

"Oh, yes… very nice… for now…" she said, squirming slightly, a faintly aggrieved tone in her voice. As fun as it had been watching them, she'd done a bit of the work too… and here she was, left hanging… how inconsiderate. But Irvine's hand was stroking over her in broad, slow sweeps now, tracing the line of ribs, cupping the soft underside of her breast, skimming across her stomach. She sighed, savoring his touch as the minutes slipped by and sweat cooled, breathing returned to normal, pulses eased.

Squall was relaxed, his arms loose around her, Irvine's arm moving over him to reach her. And she felt almost bad… they were both so peaceful… pleased with themselves… but she was just dying here…

"One of you had better wake up and fuck me before I scream," she finally announced tightly into Squall's chest. Squall's head moved back a little in surprise and he tensed slightly between them, as if she'd startled him out of near-sleep. He even made small moves to get away, but Irvine just tightened his arms around him, keeping him in place. Irvine's low chuckle echoed her earlier one.

"Your own fault, Seffie," her lover said in a slow drawl, teasing her mercilessly. "I offered to share."

"But that was then… and now…" She moved her legs restlessly, rubbing them against the jumble of male legs beside her. She knew she was whining, but didn't try to stop herself.

"We're worn out, sunshine," he said gently, and there was something in his tone that made her lift her head slightly to meet his gaze. A hidden plea. She looked into his somber eyes - a look that didn't match his tone at all - and felt something click into place. Squall. He was worried about Squall.

Their lion needed this time just being held between them far more than she needed a fuck. All the little things she'd noticed in the throes of passion crashed back in on her, cooling her ardor, reminding her of her own sharp observations: Squall needed someone just to hold him too. And with that guilty realization, she settled down with a little pouty breath, playing it up, but still giving in.

"Okay, geez, I guess I'll let you rest… you wimps…" she murmured teasingly, slipping her arm around Squall's chest even as she spoke, hugging him close. Her hand ended up wedged between Squall's back and Irvine's chest. Where she could feel the steady throb of her lover's heart, strangely in time with the beat of Squall's under her cheek. As she snuggled closer, she could feel the tension drain out of him. His head brushed hers again, his arms tightened on her gently, Irvine's arms wrapping around them all.

"But I'll get you both… later…" she said, as she closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep.

- - to be continued - -