Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Snow Drift ❯ Loving freedom ( Chapter 6 )

"Ma!" Zell calls out entering his home. "Ma, are you here?"

Foot steps sound on the stairs and soon the portly woman appears; a sponge in one of her gloved hands and a bottle of Tilex in the other. She must have been cleaning the bathroom. Her face, at first, showed question but upon seeing her son it lit up to a happy smile. Crossing the room she wraps her arms around the male careful to not let the items she's holding touch him.

"Its been so long." She says whole-heartedly.

Making a face he laughs. "Its been a day, Ma."

"To a mother its long enough." Backing away she then notices the woman that's come in with her son. "Oh hello- is that the baby?" She instantly drops her things to the floor, removing the gloves and discarding them in the same way; the woman ignored she takes the baby into her arms giving tickles to Kait's tummy with her index finger. "Tickle, tickle," She laughs when the baby cracks up. Looking to the visitor that isn't her son she says. "I'm Martha Dincht, and you are?"

Jutting his thumb at her, Zell answers for her. "Ma, this is Ellone. When I was at the orphanage she helped the Matron take care of us."

"Nice to meet you." Ellone says with a polite bow and lovely smile.

Smiling in return, Mrs. Dincht replies. "Nice to meet you as well."

Martha Dincht bounces the baby in her arms playfully, chuckling at his little sounds and his bright eyes looking up at her. Watching his mother Zell sucks his lips in wondering how he's going to ask what it is that he wants to ask. He'd feel like a real creep if Ellone couldn't stay at his house, he was sure his mother would say, yes, but he couldn't exactly be certain as Ellone is a stranger to her.

Hand behind his head giving it a good scratch, he says quietly. "Uhh, Ma... can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure Zell, what is it?"

Taking her arm he leads her into the living room. "In private, please." He removes Kait from the woman's arms giving him back to Ellone. "Okay, come in here." Leading her into the living room at a far off corner so they can't be overheard he says in a low voice. "Its really important that I ask you this, but you can say 'no' if you don't think you're up for it."

"Zell, what is it?"

"It's Ellone, she's here on... sorta, kinda, business but she doesn't have a place to stay... so I was hoping that maybe she could..." He brings his self into a draw back as though anticipating a hit or verbal assault. "stay here until she has to leave? Ahaha." He laughs nervously.

"What kind of business is she here on? Military business?" Asks the woman looking over her sons shoulder to where the frail woman had been left.

"No! No, no, nothing like that. You see, Irvine has a mission tomorrow and Squall doesn't wanna take care of Kait all by himself- ha, at all really," He says offhand to himself. "so he asked if Ellone could do it and she agreed, but Ma, she's a young woman and the barracks are full of male cadets so-..."

She puts her hand up to silence her son. "Say no more, she can stay."

Feeling his joy swelling he leaps into the air, fist pumped. "Oh yeah! Thanks Ma!"

"Its alright. And I expect, as payment, that you will come over to paint the living room and me and your father's bedroom."

Laughing he draws her into a hug. "Anything you want, Ma."

Chuckling at his sweetness she pulls back. "I'll go make your room comfortable for them."

"Sweet- wai-... my room?" He follows his mother to the exit. "Bu- but that's where I keep all my stuff, where I come to stay when I visit."

"You said it yourself that she helped raise you; don't be so young, Zell." Entering the foyer the woman says. "I'd love it if you stayed, Miss Ellone."

"Thank you."

"My son will take your things to your room." She gives Zell a light shove towards the girls bags.

"Alright, alright." He picks up the bag. "Right this way."

Martha smiles watching her defeated son head upstairs. "I'd better get dinner started, then."

"The police have been informed about the man." Says the doctor coming out into the waiting room where Squall and Seifer have been seated waiting to hear from him. "We did find a wallet on him."

He hands it to Seifer who glances at it before handing it to Squall, who snatches it from the males grip, surprised it wasn't held away from him- something Seifer has done to him many times, so many infact that he snatches everything from anyone now.

"Martin Redfield." He read off the man's I.D. card. "He was a massage therapist."

"What about the blood on the dress?" Asks Seifer.

The doctor shrugs. "The results haven't come in yet, so there's no way of knowing whether or not it belongs to his wife or someone else."

Having written down the man's information, Squall hands the wallet back to the doctor. "You know to give this to the police when they come?"

"Of course."

Standing he says to Seifer. "Let's go."

A bit surprised, he stands following the male. "Where are we going?"

"Back to Garden, where else."

"Why? We haven't found the woman yet, I thought you were all about getting rid of the kid."

"I am. But now that we have the man's name and no trace of the wife's body she may still be alive so we have to find a way to contact her and tell her that her son is ok."

Shaking his head he grabs the male by the shoulder. "Yeah, that sounds good in theory but what if she only managed to get out of the canyon and died somewhere else?"

Squall paused a moment then continues walking. "We look for relatives of the husband since we have his last name."

"Oh sure, but what if he isn't even Kait's father and just some random ditch dude?"

"We'll worry about it when it comes up- if it comes up." Climbing on back of the motorcycle he reaches into his pocket for his buzzing cell phone. It read that he has one message. Opening the message he scrolls down reading it out loud for Seifer's sake. "Zell says his mother is letting Ellone stay with her for a little while, while she watches Kait."

Seifer seemed not to care either way revving the engine on his bike getting ready to leave but when feeling Squall's arm come around his chest he looks over his shoulder. "Do you mind?"

"Deal with it, I have to text Zell back."

Rolling his eyes he speeds off with a bit of hope that the Lion of Balamb falls off. They may be friends but they're rivals as well and that's something that Seifer kind of... well, as sick as it is, holds dear in a sense of familiarity. He tends to pick at Zell as well regardless his new found love for the male he can't help wanting to call him a little chicken boy or feather head, pretty much anything that comes to mind. Its in his nature to be vicious and since he knows this its also good to be around people that don't take it the wrong way. Most of the kids at Garden still look at him like public enemy even after knowing he's been brainwashed- mostly; they just can't get passed it like the others. Squall got over it most of all as he recalled some of their conversations over the war and what Zell told him. Squall really seems to care about him and for what its worth he cares back. ...He still wishes he'd fall off the back, though.

"There are several men intending to make an army of Sorceress worshipers, they plan to sacrifice a woman to be their leader; this isn't the first time this has happened, it tends to start up in just about every region that's what makes stopping it so important."

The large room is silent as the 4 cadets, as well as Irvine, listen to the briefing by the female speaker. They've been seated around the long wooden table since after lunch hours going over the mission. Irvine has been asked on this mission to general the new cadets who have never been out before. Something like this, though, should be very easy for them the cowboy doubts he'll so much as have to raise his gun much less fire it off. But then again, he's seen low level missions turn serious with the snap of your fingers. That's how the gang ended up back together after all a small dispute with Rinoa turned into a lot more, especially after Seifer got kidnapped.

"Though mortals they can harness the abilities of magic; we know its forbidden to use by anyone but the military but there are still G.F. out there unknown even to us so a simple law alone won't stop them. We have to be cautious of the worshipers pulling tricks on us because even if human, you give a man a knife and he can definitely kill someone with it or even a simple stick can become a violent beating."

One of the men at the table nods in hard jerks, as if to say, I've seen it too. After giving them all one last word of advice the lights come back up and the screen off. "Everyone meet tomorrow morning at the front gate so we can go to the train station together." She says.

Standing the room mutters their good bye's before making their ways out of the room. Walking down the hall Irvine feels a tug on his coat sleeve. Turning around he smiles at the pretty girl who just dipped her head in embarrassment. "What's on your mind, little lady?" He asks kindly.

"Do you think I can lead this mission- I mean, if you think I'm doing something wrong can you tell me? I really want to impress my parents and show them that I've got what it takes to be here." Her calm and cool demeanor from the briefing room has gone out the window leaving behind a nervous child seeking her parents approval.

Patting her on the shoulder he nods. "Yep. I think you'll do a damn good job. Heh," He snickers. "infact, I'll see to it that your parents know it detail for detail."

Looking up, eyes bright, she smiles. "Thank you, so much." Dashing off she turns to wave before disappearing into the dorm hall.

"Heh heh, sweet kid."

Brow cocked Squall asks. "Who is?"

Looking over his shoulder he says quietly. "Oh Squall, didn't see you back there... I guess the jig is up."

"Watch it cowboy." Warns the male playfully.

"Whaat? I was gonna say tutor." Walking along side the two he asks. "So did ya find anything?"

"A body, and a bloody dress."

Irvine makes a displeased sound over the dress. "Is the man Kait's father?"

"We don't know yet, but we're gonna search for the family with his last name."

Nodding, Irvine looks at the blond then smiles says. "Howdy partner, why do you look so bleak?"

"Crybaby's mad because I had to ride with him on his bicycle meant for one." Answers Squall mockingly. "We have to report to Matron," He kisses Irvine on the cheek when the male leans over toward him. "be a good boy and help Sis' bring the baby's stuff to the Dincht's."

"Don't have time, we'd have to break down the crib and reassemble it once I drive it there. That could take forever."

"Tch. Even baby muscles shouldn't go to waste." Says Seifer. "Chop, chop and do as he says. I wanna dump Leonhart off as soon as possible."

"No one asked you to stay with me, I can give the report on my own."

Irvine watched them a second then shakes his head. "Heh heh, yeah I'll see ya back at the home."

Hearing that, he stops his end of the arguement. "The house? Irvine, Ellone is here so we can stay at Garden again."

"I know, but I figured we could use the place one last night, since all that food and junk is still there." He shrugs.

"Hyne." Seifer stuffs his leather glove clad fingers into his ears. "I'll leave the report; you two can go be disgusting."

Watching Seifer's departure Irvine sighs with a smile. "He was right you know, I do wanna get disgusting."

"Is that why you don't wanna bother getting the crib?" Starting down the hall again Squall turns when they reach the parking lot.

Irvine shrugs in his defense. "I had only intended on having a nice meal alone together since we won't see each other for a little while, but uh, there ain't nothin' wrong with a little bedroom activity."

"You took the thought right out of my mind." He smirks slyly glancing his dual colored eyes his lovers way.

Going through the entrance they climb into the car buckling up before Irvine speeds away for the barracks. The soilders were training by the time they got there, all of them marching and shouting to pass the time they aren't on the field. Smirking at them Irvine recalls his days attending Galbadia school, working like a dog, bleeding from open wounds during training sessions and hard labor in general- man it was good to be alive, and yet, he could still find time to just hang out and relax- granted none of the instructors spotted him. Squall unlocked the door to the flat going inside. Seeing the open cabinets he wondered if Zell and maybe some help didn't already take the initiative and get the things themselves.

After removing his coat Irvine crosses the living room entering the kitchen. "Formula's gone- bottles too. Wanna check the bedroom while I start dinner?"

Squall didn't answer just walked into the hall down to the baby's room. Walking over to the change stand, he lifts the piece of post-it that caught his eye. "Squall/Irvine we got the crib but left the other stuff since its a bit much to take back on the first day but we'll come for it tomorrow. Little heart, Zell/Selphie." Returning to the living room he takes a seat at the stool. "Zell and Selphie came for the crib and things but left the other stuff, said they'll get it tomorrow." Watching him a second he cocks his head in thought. "...Irvine. Do you think I'm attention needy?"

"Yup." Missing Squall's pissed face he continues speaking. "Everyone is, its the way of life."

"You think so? Seifer says I'm practically a headcase for it- me! Mister 'don't rely on me for anything', you know how I was."

"Mhm. But see the thing you gotta know darlin' is that people are gonna want some kind of recognition even for bad things; that's why Seifer gets on you so much, its our way of being remembered, I guess."

"That's stupid. Who'd wanna be remembered as a dick?"

"...Don't know, but if that's the way he can get attention that's the way he'll continue getting it- at least from whomever takes it that way, but don't rule out the fact that they may just wanna be a jerk that day." He shrugs; chopping two carrots held side by side with a large knife, he pops one into his mouth before dumping the rest into a pot of butter and olive oil. "I think that when you go, all those people that noticed you for even the smallest thing will remember you for that, you'll always be alive in that way. That's the big appeal. So to your question, yes, you're needy for attention."

Squall let that sink in; craning his neck he asks. "...What are you making?"

"My specialty."

Frowning, he says. "Chili?"

"Nope, my other specialty- chicken pot pie."

"Can I help?"

"Can you chop an onion?"

"No, but its just us so it doesn't matter what it looks like, right?" Getting up from the stool, he grabs a knife then stands beside Irvine. Giving it a tap on the counter top he then slices into the onion.

Stealing a glance at his progress, he blinks in shock. "Hn. Don't know how, huh?" He elbows his love against his arm.

"I'd never call myself a show off but I tend to amaze people with simple things."

"Maybe public speaking will become one of 'em."

Shoving Irvine back he says. "Let's not get carried away."

The cowboy only laughs. The two work together to prepare the meals for its pre-made dough and once the ingrediants are dumped into a glass oven dish they head into the bedroom since the oven is set to low.

...

Shirts removed the two lay down on the bed, lips together, tongues entwinded; the mattress sinks in from their combined weight on top of each other. Scooting off to lay beside his lover's body, Irvine's palm rest on Squall's crotch and gently, through the jeans, he caresses Squall's genitals; their kisses never cease. Sighing into his loves parted lips he tangles his fingers into the male's thick tresses deepening the kiss; reaching around to the back of his head Squall locates the band that's keeping Irvine's hair in a ponytail and he pulls it free chucking it who knows where in the bedroom. Unbottoning the lions jeans Irvine removes himself from the kiss to pull them off, removing his own once the task was done; lips now trailing along Squall's bare abdommen, Irvine takes his tongue ghostly around his navel before lowering his lips to Squall's groin exposed by his pulling away the obstructing boxers which he dropped to the floor with their jeans. Now its a well known fact that sometimes Squall can be somewhat of a prude when it comes to sex- especially when Irvine wants it so much, but there are ways to make the male want it more. No one knows this, nor should they, but Squall is a slave when having his stomach touched, get him worked up from that and he'll never say 'not right now.'.

Said male arched his back from the bed when his cowboy's fingers snake up his torso just high enough to reach the underside of his chest to then return to his thighs with the back of his hand; knuckles just brushing his nipples with the rise and fall of Irvine's hands. Digging his fingers into the blanket Squall lets out a low groan, his heels make residence in the blanket and mattress digging into them. Irvine kept that going for a very good three minutes, feeling Squall's insides tingle into quickly loosened knots through his kisses that went from the groin to his navel before staying at his nether region to draw the lions member into his mouth sucking it lavishly. That elevated his love's moans by five on the scale to ten. Time to kick it up a knotch; and his once up and down movement became a sweep on circling finger tips with the one hand while the other held Squall at the hip. His hand went as high as his chest shrinking the more it went around until just the one finger traces his belly button. A seven in volume comes from the male now as his pants and groans come out a bit louder and quicker.

Squall has to give it to Irvine for blowjobs, the cowboy can probably suck a set in stain out of a white shirt if he tried, which is what earned him legs coiling around his back, feet lowering just enough to reach the cowboy's back thighs he heftly massages the backs and insides of the males legs just as gently as Irvine's fingers are working his stomach. Much like himself, Irvine has a sweet spot for making him scream and its his legs, you touch him there just the right way and he's yours, well Squall's, because the lion didn't like to think it could happen from just anyone doing it that he holds some key part of it; surely enough Irvine's body twitches to the action and his sucking becomes ever more fierce. The ball of Squall's foot brushing Irvine's balls and his member is paused briefly due to Irvine's clamped mouth opening so he can moan around the meat in his mouth, and the hot puffs of panted air left Squall squirming. Hips rising and falling to Squall's touch he rode the waves a moment before he finally found his semblance and reclamping his mouth he meets each of his lover's thrust with ease, enjoying the sounds and the feel of a hard grip in his hair, but he's dying over the the tingling sensation of Squall's feet playing with his thighs. Neither of them can take it anymore; pressure and pleasure built, Irvine only needed to do one last thing. Raking his fingernails hard over the lion's torso he could feel every shiver from every corner of Squall's body let itself be guided down the trail to his cock. And with back arched off the bed, control completely broken he let out a sound that Irvine considered a lion's roar that ends with the sensual sound of Squall's normal yell lowering into radically hard pants that catch no ease since Irvine could never resist kissing him after hearing that.

Nibbling the males bottom lip Squall asks. "Where's the lube?" Voice carnal with need.

"Dinner first." Irvine says insincerely.

"Let it burn." Sitting on the males lap, he leans sideways to grab a jar of lube from the side table drawer. Opening the jar of hot oil, he coats his hands grabbing Irvine's member.

Moaning, he tilts his head back into the pillow. "But what about the food?"

"Dammit Kinneas, I'll kill you and take what I need from your corps if I have to."

A deep, lust filled laugh escapes the could be dead man. "If you're gonna put it that way."

His breath hitches when Squall's warming slick hand presses into his thigh, fingers fanning as he moves them from the inside out thumb giving a tug at the skin beside his lover's member each time he does this. Lowering his head Squall licks at the slit before spinning tongue around the head itself; you would think that Irvine would be very verbal in bed, but contrary to his loud jovial ways in the real world he can actually be pretty to himself when it comes to private matters, keeping his moans in Squall's ear as though they're only for him, he pants and whispers things to him. Drinking it all in Squall thinks to himself a moment as he lets his free hand knead his cowboys genitals before his middle finger dips between his legs to mess with his entrance, that the thing he'll always remember Irvine for would be his big voice and overall presence and the fact that he's able to be a friend and lover engulfed in this big life.

That picked up his pace and he removed his finger from inside the male, knowing they're too much of a good fit to need much preparations anymore. Irvine is elevated from the bed to sit upon his lion's lap, and the contact of Squall's nuzzling cheek combined with strong, gunblade weilding hands, on his hips has Irvine losing his grip on reality and he grabs a hold of Squall's shoulders for purchase. It was having Squall attack his neck with lips and teeth that hastened his actions of bouncing up and down over Squall's cock. Squall's hand smoothes its way down Irvine's thigh then up again but it moves sideways to grab the hot flesh slapping between them.

That gave Irvine's voice some volume and during pants his tongue licks the hoop earring his lover chose to wear today and he lavished that earlobe with expert attention. But it was coming to an end, his rise and fall that was rapid became steady, before dropping to once in a while then everything froze like the calm before the storm; both men looking into the others two colored slitted gaze before Squall's grip jerked up when Irvine's hips slammed down and they forgot what happened after that or even if the oven were turned off. But who really cared either way, they just wanted to lay in each others arms and rest in the comfort of spent sleep.