Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Thank You For Your Venom ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Erica-chan 
Who knew that Irvine was desperate to ask Squall to go out with him?
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.03.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 604 | Status: Work In Progress
Who knew that Irvine was desperate to ask Squall to go out with him?
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.03.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 604 | Status: Work In Progress
Thank You For Your Venom
A Final Fantasy VIII yaoi
Rating: X
Chapter One
By: Erica-chan
Pairings: Squall/Irvine
Disclaimer: PLEASE READ THIS DISCLAIMER!!! ...Yeah... a yaoi. YAOI meaning GUY ON GUY with lotsa hot, sweaty sex. I'm really good with these; well, I was if you had read my past stories. But, since we're here... I KNOW there aren't that many Squall/Irvine stories out there and because I love creating different pairs; I want to do these two first. Plus, this is set in a sort of alternate universe- they're in our time, but in the future. Did you get that? They are the bitches of SquareEnix, not mine, and the title of the fic was borrowed from My Chemical Romance's CD "Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge". Go out and buy this CD and their old stuff. Kicks ass like Trent Renzor from NIN. *drooooool* I could rape him...
Enjoy!
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There is always a place...
A place to escape from everyday life and to breathe in and let loose of all pent up emotions and stress...
That's why everyone leaves Balamb Garden College on the weekends and venture out to the cities.
Small, quaint, and rather dull, Balamb wasn't known for heavy partying nor the excessive drinking its teenagers did in secret. In order to be free and have no restraints, most of the teens went to Deiling or Esthar in trains or airships for the weekend, usually leaving on a Friday afternoon, stay there that night, Saturday, and leave Sunday. Irvine Kinneas was known throughout Balamb Garden College as the ultimate party-goer and ladies man who knew every club and strip to have fun, free alcohol, and free sex. However, Irvine was in a rather awkward position- he didn't have a date for the weekend. All the girls he usually have were going with someone else. Not that he didn't mind... no... okay, yeah, he did. There had to be SOMEONE, ANYONE that Irvine could take with him that was worthy of his taste. Sitting outside near the fountain, the lone cowboy searched through the students, hoping someone would catch his attention. There was a medium-height blonde with startling brown eyes and a sweet laughter... nah, she got on his nerves during Science. What about that Asian chick...? She was lounging with some other girls, legs crossed, her smile a flirtatious sign. Irvine felt himself smile then suddenly frowned. A guy approached her and possessively wrapped an arm around her shoulders, kissing her cheek. Taken. Damn. Irvine sighed deeply and pushed his hat down, closing his eyes. He then heard nervously giggling and whispering.
"Do ya think you should give it to him?!"
"I've got to try... I really like him."
Irvine chuckled to himself. Someone was trying to be brave and give someone a love letter, confessing their undying affection towards them that they held in for so long. People like that were just wasting their time because it never happens and they are usually rejected. Irvine kept an ear open and heard a piercing cry of anguish from the girl and pounding footsteps pass him. He reached out and grabbed a thin wrist. The girl yanked back. "L-let me g-g-go!!!," she sobbed into her free hand. Irvine stood up, pulling his hat up. "Darlin', Danielle; believe me when I say this... you will find another person in this world. There are more people out there for you than here at school. Stop your crying, pretty sweetie," he said kindly, wiping away her tears. The girl sniffled, her blue eyes bright with tear and face rosy. "R-really, Irvine?" He smiled charmingly, nodding. "Of course! That's why I'm still searching. Everyone does. You can find someone better than... who DID you talk to?," he asked, looking around for the guy she was crushing on. The girl pushed back her loose pink hair and pointing to the left of the cowboy. "Him."
"Squall Leonhart?!!"
She nodded, hiccupping a little bit. Irvine wouldn't blame her. He was a rather 'Ice Princess' to everyone at Garden. The sharpshooter let go of the girl and bowed to her. "I shall say a few words to him. You go and relax yourself in a nice bubble bath. "Mr. Kinneas will take care of the Ice Burg for you." She giggled weakly and waved to him, walking off, feeling a bit better. Irvine then studied Squall for awhile as the boy continued to read at his table, unwavered by the scene that had just happened. He was a good-looking person... very hot, in fact. He had messy brown hair that fell into his stormy, blue-gray eyes, outlined with smoky eyeliner. His face was sharp and looked as though he was mad all the time, his pouty-looking lips always in a slight frown or showing no emotion whatsoever. The scar that ran off the bridge of his nose only made him seem mysterious and dangerous. He wore a black turtleneck that clung to his torso with a lion necklace dangling form his sturdy neck, tight black leather pants that profoundly showed the curve of his bottom and thighs, surrounded by three studded belts, and wore combat boots on his feet. His hands were long and pale like his skin. His fingernails were painted black, a silver ring around his slim index finger. Squall was very, very, VERY attractive for guy. Hell, he almost looked like a girl.
Irvine felt his brain snap. "That's it!," he said to himself in a hushed tone.
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Squall took a sip of his coffee, the sound of the girl's crying diminishing quickly. That was pretty fast. Not that he cared anyway. He sighed inwardly and flipped a page of his book. A shadow then fell across his page, followed by the scent of Stenton cologne and mint. Lifting his eyes a bit, Squall felt his stomach lurch and his heart pause a beat. He was staring into the most beautiful eyes... they were violet, but an odd shade. It crossed between amethyst and had some red to it. Locks of bright mahogany hair fell into them, followed by a sultry smile. The boy knew exactly who this person was and it aggravated him. Squall then shook himself mentally from his reverie and frowned deeper. "Can I help you?," he asked lowly, returning back to his reading. Irvine sat down across from the cold boy and leaned forward. "What are you doing tonight?" Squall looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Huh?" The cowboy looked frustrated. "I need to know what you're doing!!! I don't have a hook-up and you're the best looking specimen to grace this Hyne-forsaken school and I need you to be my date!," he hissed out, a twitch of embarrassment flickering over his roughish features. Squall stared hard at Irvine, not really wanting to believe him, yet half of him wanted to just shout out, "Yes!" He shrugged, turning over a corner of his page and closing his book.
"No."
Irvine felt that the world stopped and landed upon his back. No one... NO ONE rejected him before! The Apocalypse was riding behind Irvine; he just knew it. Shaking his head slightly, he let out a laugh. "Yeah, right... c'mon, Squall. I'm being serious." Squall stood up, sighing aloud. "So am I. Good day," he muttered, walking off towards the Dorms. Irvine stared after him, his mouth hanging open and eyes wide. "That... cold-hearted... bastard...!," he gasped out, now furious. He pounded the table with a fist in anger and stood quickly. Scanning through the throng, he found the brown head and took off after him.
How could Squall turn him down?! Irvine always thought he was attractive, hot... unbelievably sexy as a matter of fact. The 6'0 ft mark smith with the long, reddish-brown flowing ponytail, the unique purple eyes, lanky figure, stunning smile, deep voice, and excellent mastery in bed earned him many hearts throughout the college- male and female. Of course Irvine was deeply attracted to Squall. Since the first day they started, all Irvine thought about doing was making the 'Ice Princess' his. The lone wolf of the campus caught many people's eyes, but they could never get close to him because of his coldness, bluntness, and harsh words. He always wore dark colors and never smiled, usually stranded away in a book or computer. Irvine got even more pissed off now, tailing behind the boy. He was going to his room. Perfect... now how would he talk with Squall. Irvine let out an air of annoyance and anger. "Damn pretty boy making me chase after him like this. I just have to think of a better way, then," he mused, walking off towards the Library, a devilish grin on his face.
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Closing his door behind him, Squall leaned against the frame, drawing in a shaky breath, running his hands through his messy hair, clutching the ends tightly, his teeth biting on his lips. That was too close... he couldn't get close. Not to anyone. Especially Irvine Kinneas, his secret confection of sweet dreams that plagued his nights since he started at Garden. He didn't want to get into a relationship from just moving here. He had been in too many relationships that ended on a bad note when it started off like a dream. A certain Seifer Almsay from Deiling was one of them. Squall stayed with Seifer for over four years and broke it off when he became obsessed with drugs and wild sex. Squall wanted to stop hurting. That's why he transferred to a quiet town like Balamb to find himself again. Rubbing his eyes, he bent down and took off his boots, freeing his feet. Padding over to the computer and turning it on Squall stretched and pulling off his shirt. He caught himself in the mirror, his reflection pale and distant. It was like looking at a faded memory or a lost ghost in a big, unforgiving world. Twin stormy eyes stared back at each other as Squall looked at his figure.
... why did his body bother him?
Slowly bringing his arms down, Squall watched himself in the glass, eyes roaming over everything. His collarbones stood up from his porcelain skin, the shoulders broad, but small. His stomach stretched over a six-pack, his torso taunt and built. His waist tapered down to slim hips inside tight leather pants were his endless long legs hid. Squall felt his face sadden as he then turned around, viewing his rippling back where faded scars bloomed over his shoulder blades and down his spine and all over his lower back. "The joys of being with other men...," Squall muttered to himself, feeling a nasty bitterness pile up in his mouth. Rubbing his hands over his arms, he walked to his closet and pulled out a gray sweatshirt. "Irvine wouldn't like me anyway. I'm too nasty and dried up. Wilted. Like I could love again anyway," he snorted, relishing at the warmth the sweatshirt gave him. He sat at his computer desk and signed online to talk with a IM buddy he made on the Internet a month ago. Logging on as 'Blizzard Wolf', he sent a message to his friend.
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Blizzard Wolf: Are you alive over there?
PurpleHaze: I'm here. Preoccupied tho...
Blizzard Wolf: Why? Anything I can help with?
PurpleHaze: Maybe. ^_~ How about a digital blow-job?
Blizzard Wolf: You're hysterical.
PurpleHaze: I know. So, when do I get to see u?
Blizzard Wolf: Who knows. When do I get to see you is the question. You're so mysterious and such and I'm always wondering who you are when I get off.
PurpleHaze: Is that a good thing? I hope so. I dreamt about you last night and it was terrific... I never knew that in my dream I could bend your body in so many positions.
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Squall actually felt his face flare up with embarrassment and excitement. This guy was too good to be true. And it was making him squirm, a familiar warmth growing in his pants. Looking up at the ceiling and drawing in a trembling breath, Squall closed his eyes and typed in his question.
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Blizzard Wolf: How good was it? Did I scream, moan, what? How bad did you want me?
PurpleHaze:.......
Blizzard Wolf: U still there?
PurpleHaze: Yea- just reminiscing about the dream and much more. >:)
Blizzard Wolf: You're... over there having a good time without me? Sitting on your lap, kissing your neck, pulling out your cock, pumping it slowly... whispering your name over and over... assaulting you ears and neck, leaving my mark all over you? You're having that much fun over there?
PurpleHaze: ........... I can't take it anymore. I have to see you tonight, please.
Blizzard Wolf: Where? I'll be there! I want to see you too.
PurpleHaze: Go to Deiling City tonite at eight to a club called "Lethal Venom". There's a bouncer there named Reno with red hair. Tell him that I sent you. Use PurpleHaze as my name and he'll let you through. Make sure you give him a "thank-you" gift, okay?
Blizzard Wolf: Gotcha. Anything in particular you want me to wear?
PurpleHaze: How about barely anything?
Blizzard Wolf: We'll see.
PurpleHaze: Gotta go. See you there, babe.
Blizzard Wolf: Okay. Bye, babe.
***
Squall signed off, leaning back in his chair, grinning madly from ear to ear. Finally, after all this time, he was going to meet his fantasy guy. He glanced at the clock and stood up fast. "I got to get ready now!" He raced to the shower, stripping fatly as he went. Meanwhile in the Garden Library, Irvine was laughing his ass off, but at the same time he was happy. Squall had no idea whatsoever that Irvine had been IMing for a month and made him into a kinky little slut on some chat rooms. Fixing his cowboy hat, Irvine got up and waltz out of the room, a little kick in his step and one happy gun in his pants. "About time someone took some charge with this little masquerade and claim Squall Leonhart's icy heart once and for all." Somehow... the next couple of hours were going to be... how could he put it...
magical?
Okay, there you go, first chapter and I'm on a friggin' roll!!! Leave me reviews or my Chibi-Sephiroth with eat them and laugh in victory. Ah, HA! That's what you get for messing with one of Foamy the Squirrle's loyal subjects!!! ...just kidding. I do love my Foamy though. Review nicely and cookies will be distributed amongst the favorite. Thanks everyone!
- Fallen DarkAngel
A Final Fantasy VIII yaoi
Rating: X
Chapter One
By: Erica-chan
Pairings: Squall/Irvine
Disclaimer: PLEASE READ THIS DISCLAIMER!!! ...Yeah... a yaoi. YAOI meaning GUY ON GUY with lotsa hot, sweaty sex. I'm really good with these; well, I was if you had read my past stories. But, since we're here... I KNOW there aren't that many Squall/Irvine stories out there and because I love creating different pairs; I want to do these two first. Plus, this is set in a sort of alternate universe- they're in our time, but in the future. Did you get that? They are the bitches of SquareEnix, not mine, and the title of the fic was borrowed from My Chemical Romance's CD "Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge". Go out and buy this CD and their old stuff. Kicks ass like Trent Renzor from NIN. *drooooool* I could rape him...
Enjoy!
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There is always a place...
A place to escape from everyday life and to breathe in and let loose of all pent up emotions and stress...
That's why everyone leaves Balamb Garden College on the weekends and venture out to the cities.
Small, quaint, and rather dull, Balamb wasn't known for heavy partying nor the excessive drinking its teenagers did in secret. In order to be free and have no restraints, most of the teens went to Deiling or Esthar in trains or airships for the weekend, usually leaving on a Friday afternoon, stay there that night, Saturday, and leave Sunday. Irvine Kinneas was known throughout Balamb Garden College as the ultimate party-goer and ladies man who knew every club and strip to have fun, free alcohol, and free sex. However, Irvine was in a rather awkward position- he didn't have a date for the weekend. All the girls he usually have were going with someone else. Not that he didn't mind... no... okay, yeah, he did. There had to be SOMEONE, ANYONE that Irvine could take with him that was worthy of his taste. Sitting outside near the fountain, the lone cowboy searched through the students, hoping someone would catch his attention. There was a medium-height blonde with startling brown eyes and a sweet laughter... nah, she got on his nerves during Science. What about that Asian chick...? She was lounging with some other girls, legs crossed, her smile a flirtatious sign. Irvine felt himself smile then suddenly frowned. A guy approached her and possessively wrapped an arm around her shoulders, kissing her cheek. Taken. Damn. Irvine sighed deeply and pushed his hat down, closing his eyes. He then heard nervously giggling and whispering.
"Do ya think you should give it to him?!"
"I've got to try... I really like him."
Irvine chuckled to himself. Someone was trying to be brave and give someone a love letter, confessing their undying affection towards them that they held in for so long. People like that were just wasting their time because it never happens and they are usually rejected. Irvine kept an ear open and heard a piercing cry of anguish from the girl and pounding footsteps pass him. He reached out and grabbed a thin wrist. The girl yanked back. "L-let me g-g-go!!!," she sobbed into her free hand. Irvine stood up, pulling his hat up. "Darlin', Danielle; believe me when I say this... you will find another person in this world. There are more people out there for you than here at school. Stop your crying, pretty sweetie," he said kindly, wiping away her tears. The girl sniffled, her blue eyes bright with tear and face rosy. "R-really, Irvine?" He smiled charmingly, nodding. "Of course! That's why I'm still searching. Everyone does. You can find someone better than... who DID you talk to?," he asked, looking around for the guy she was crushing on. The girl pushed back her loose pink hair and pointing to the left of the cowboy. "Him."
"Squall Leonhart?!!"
She nodded, hiccupping a little bit. Irvine wouldn't blame her. He was a rather 'Ice Princess' to everyone at Garden. The sharpshooter let go of the girl and bowed to her. "I shall say a few words to him. You go and relax yourself in a nice bubble bath. "Mr. Kinneas will take care of the Ice Burg for you." She giggled weakly and waved to him, walking off, feeling a bit better. Irvine then studied Squall for awhile as the boy continued to read at his table, unwavered by the scene that had just happened. He was a good-looking person... very hot, in fact. He had messy brown hair that fell into his stormy, blue-gray eyes, outlined with smoky eyeliner. His face was sharp and looked as though he was mad all the time, his pouty-looking lips always in a slight frown or showing no emotion whatsoever. The scar that ran off the bridge of his nose only made him seem mysterious and dangerous. He wore a black turtleneck that clung to his torso with a lion necklace dangling form his sturdy neck, tight black leather pants that profoundly showed the curve of his bottom and thighs, surrounded by three studded belts, and wore combat boots on his feet. His hands were long and pale like his skin. His fingernails were painted black, a silver ring around his slim index finger. Squall was very, very, VERY attractive for guy. Hell, he almost looked like a girl.
Irvine felt his brain snap. "That's it!," he said to himself in a hushed tone.
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Squall took a sip of his coffee, the sound of the girl's crying diminishing quickly. That was pretty fast. Not that he cared anyway. He sighed inwardly and flipped a page of his book. A shadow then fell across his page, followed by the scent of Stenton cologne and mint. Lifting his eyes a bit, Squall felt his stomach lurch and his heart pause a beat. He was staring into the most beautiful eyes... they were violet, but an odd shade. It crossed between amethyst and had some red to it. Locks of bright mahogany hair fell into them, followed by a sultry smile. The boy knew exactly who this person was and it aggravated him. Squall then shook himself mentally from his reverie and frowned deeper. "Can I help you?," he asked lowly, returning back to his reading. Irvine sat down across from the cold boy and leaned forward. "What are you doing tonight?" Squall looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Huh?" The cowboy looked frustrated. "I need to know what you're doing!!! I don't have a hook-up and you're the best looking specimen to grace this Hyne-forsaken school and I need you to be my date!," he hissed out, a twitch of embarrassment flickering over his roughish features. Squall stared hard at Irvine, not really wanting to believe him, yet half of him wanted to just shout out, "Yes!" He shrugged, turning over a corner of his page and closing his book.
"No."
Irvine felt that the world stopped and landed upon his back. No one... NO ONE rejected him before! The Apocalypse was riding behind Irvine; he just knew it. Shaking his head slightly, he let out a laugh. "Yeah, right... c'mon, Squall. I'm being serious." Squall stood up, sighing aloud. "So am I. Good day," he muttered, walking off towards the Dorms. Irvine stared after him, his mouth hanging open and eyes wide. "That... cold-hearted... bastard...!," he gasped out, now furious. He pounded the table with a fist in anger and stood quickly. Scanning through the throng, he found the brown head and took off after him.
How could Squall turn him down?! Irvine always thought he was attractive, hot... unbelievably sexy as a matter of fact. The 6'0 ft mark smith with the long, reddish-brown flowing ponytail, the unique purple eyes, lanky figure, stunning smile, deep voice, and excellent mastery in bed earned him many hearts throughout the college- male and female. Of course Irvine was deeply attracted to Squall. Since the first day they started, all Irvine thought about doing was making the 'Ice Princess' his. The lone wolf of the campus caught many people's eyes, but they could never get close to him because of his coldness, bluntness, and harsh words. He always wore dark colors and never smiled, usually stranded away in a book or computer. Irvine got even more pissed off now, tailing behind the boy. He was going to his room. Perfect... now how would he talk with Squall. Irvine let out an air of annoyance and anger. "Damn pretty boy making me chase after him like this. I just have to think of a better way, then," he mused, walking off towards the Library, a devilish grin on his face.
***
Closing his door behind him, Squall leaned against the frame, drawing in a shaky breath, running his hands through his messy hair, clutching the ends tightly, his teeth biting on his lips. That was too close... he couldn't get close. Not to anyone. Especially Irvine Kinneas, his secret confection of sweet dreams that plagued his nights since he started at Garden. He didn't want to get into a relationship from just moving here. He had been in too many relationships that ended on a bad note when it started off like a dream. A certain Seifer Almsay from Deiling was one of them. Squall stayed with Seifer for over four years and broke it off when he became obsessed with drugs and wild sex. Squall wanted to stop hurting. That's why he transferred to a quiet town like Balamb to find himself again. Rubbing his eyes, he bent down and took off his boots, freeing his feet. Padding over to the computer and turning it on Squall stretched and pulling off his shirt. He caught himself in the mirror, his reflection pale and distant. It was like looking at a faded memory or a lost ghost in a big, unforgiving world. Twin stormy eyes stared back at each other as Squall looked at his figure.
... why did his body bother him?
Slowly bringing his arms down, Squall watched himself in the glass, eyes roaming over everything. His collarbones stood up from his porcelain skin, the shoulders broad, but small. His stomach stretched over a six-pack, his torso taunt and built. His waist tapered down to slim hips inside tight leather pants were his endless long legs hid. Squall felt his face sadden as he then turned around, viewing his rippling back where faded scars bloomed over his shoulder blades and down his spine and all over his lower back. "The joys of being with other men...," Squall muttered to himself, feeling a nasty bitterness pile up in his mouth. Rubbing his hands over his arms, he walked to his closet and pulled out a gray sweatshirt. "Irvine wouldn't like me anyway. I'm too nasty and dried up. Wilted. Like I could love again anyway," he snorted, relishing at the warmth the sweatshirt gave him. He sat at his computer desk and signed online to talk with a IM buddy he made on the Internet a month ago. Logging on as 'Blizzard Wolf', he sent a message to his friend.
***
Blizzard Wolf: Are you alive over there?
PurpleHaze: I'm here. Preoccupied tho...
Blizzard Wolf: Why? Anything I can help with?
PurpleHaze: Maybe. ^_~ How about a digital blow-job?
Blizzard Wolf: You're hysterical.
PurpleHaze: I know. So, when do I get to see u?
Blizzard Wolf: Who knows. When do I get to see you is the question. You're so mysterious and such and I'm always wondering who you are when I get off.
PurpleHaze: Is that a good thing? I hope so. I dreamt about you last night and it was terrific... I never knew that in my dream I could bend your body in so many positions.
***
Squall actually felt his face flare up with embarrassment and excitement. This guy was too good to be true. And it was making him squirm, a familiar warmth growing in his pants. Looking up at the ceiling and drawing in a trembling breath, Squall closed his eyes and typed in his question.
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Blizzard Wolf: How good was it? Did I scream, moan, what? How bad did you want me?
PurpleHaze:.......
Blizzard Wolf: U still there?
PurpleHaze: Yea- just reminiscing about the dream and much more. >:)
Blizzard Wolf: You're... over there having a good time without me? Sitting on your lap, kissing your neck, pulling out your cock, pumping it slowly... whispering your name over and over... assaulting you ears and neck, leaving my mark all over you? You're having that much fun over there?
PurpleHaze: ........... I can't take it anymore. I have to see you tonight, please.
Blizzard Wolf: Where? I'll be there! I want to see you too.
PurpleHaze: Go to Deiling City tonite at eight to a club called "Lethal Venom". There's a bouncer there named Reno with red hair. Tell him that I sent you. Use PurpleHaze as my name and he'll let you through. Make sure you give him a "thank-you" gift, okay?
Blizzard Wolf: Gotcha. Anything in particular you want me to wear?
PurpleHaze: How about barely anything?
Blizzard Wolf: We'll see.
PurpleHaze: Gotta go. See you there, babe.
Blizzard Wolf: Okay. Bye, babe.
***
Squall signed off, leaning back in his chair, grinning madly from ear to ear. Finally, after all this time, he was going to meet his fantasy guy. He glanced at the clock and stood up fast. "I got to get ready now!" He raced to the shower, stripping fatly as he went. Meanwhile in the Garden Library, Irvine was laughing his ass off, but at the same time he was happy. Squall had no idea whatsoever that Irvine had been IMing for a month and made him into a kinky little slut on some chat rooms. Fixing his cowboy hat, Irvine got up and waltz out of the room, a little kick in his step and one happy gun in his pants. "About time someone took some charge with this little masquerade and claim Squall Leonhart's icy heart once and for all." Somehow... the next couple of hours were going to be... how could he put it...
magical?
Okay, there you go, first chapter and I'm on a friggin' roll!!! Leave me reviews or my Chibi-Sephiroth with eat them and laugh in victory. Ah, HA! That's what you get for messing with one of Foamy the Squirrle's loyal subjects!!! ...just kidding. I do love my Foamy though. Review nicely and cookies will be distributed amongst the favorite. Thanks everyone!
- Fallen DarkAngel