Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Thank You For Your Venom ❯ Chapter 2
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Erica-chan 
He's almost there... so close...
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.07.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 460 | Status: Work In Progress
He's almost there... so close...
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.07.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 460 | Status: Work In Progress
Thank You For Your Venom
A Final Fantasy VIII yaoi
Rating: X
Chapter Two
By: Erica-chan
Pairings: Squall/Irvine
Disclaimer: PLEASE READ THIS DISCLAIMER!!! ...Yeah... a yaoi. YAOI meaning GUY ON GUY with lotsa hot, sweaty sex. Yum. That's all I have to say about that. :) This chapter contains the most graphic; well... this is the last and ONLY chapter we see Irvine and Squall get down with their bad selves. ^___^ Remember that SquareEnix owns 'em; I only write what the two boys what to do. *fuzzy feeling* Anyway, I hope you all have enjoyed this little tidbit of yummy guys humping each other and all that jazz. THERE WILL BE MORE STORIES BY ME!
Enjoy!
*NOTE: There are going to be some cameos in here. :) INTRESTING cameos, mind you...
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Squall had never been this nervous before. However, his composure was well intact as he got out of his car, locking it behind him. It took him forever, but he finally found an outfit that he hoped would suit PurpleHaze's taste. Squall wore a white, button-down shirt that was buttoned once underneath a long, leather trench coat. He wore a pair of dark gray leather pants with two studded belts wrapped around his slim waist. He wore thick-heeled boots with many straps. His hair was messy as
usual, but styled with some gel, some strands falling into his eyes that were outlined heavily with black eyeliner with a coat of silver eye shadow. His lips were shinny and glossy, gleaming like his earrings in his ears. Griever, his necklace, hung from his neck and nestled on his chest that was bare. He strode to the entrance of "Lethal Venom", seeing a long line of people waiting to be let in. Squall felt bad about seeing the people, but he remembered that he was here for PurpleHaze. "Now, I have to find Reno...," he whispered to himself. He searched the throng and found the tall redhead with a clipboard, talking with a blonde bouncer whose hair was in gravity-defying spikes. Squall felt his eyes roam on the two men.
They were awfully good-looking. Reno had long hair tied back, sunglasses perched on the top of his head, cerulean eyes friendly, but also mischievous-looking. He wore all black- a tight, black t-shirt and form-fitting pants with shinny dress shoes. The blonde had intense blue eyes and a sweet-looking mouth, his body language screaming, "Yes, I'm hot and fuckable; no touching!" in tight, black jeans and a purple tank-top, showing off his muscles and broad chest. Squall took a deep breath and marched up there, jaw firm and eyes narrowed, staring at Reno. The man looked down upon the Garden student and a slow, feline smile graced his features. "Well, well, well... what do we have here? A stray kitten?," he murmured, taking in Squall's outfit and face. The blonde nodded, also staring, grinning. "What do you think he wants? To get in, perhaps?," he asked, leaning an arm on Reno's shoulder. "Now, Cloud; be nice to the kitty. We might be able to keep him," Reno smirked and leaned forward some.
"Whatcha want, kitten?"
Squall felt his heart beat twice as fast and soon, his palms were starting to sweat. Swallowing, he gave Reno his best sultry look, eyes lowered and bottom lip caught in his teeth. "I'm here to see someone... a PurpleHaze...," he whispered lowly, cocking his head to the side some, more locks of brown hair falling into his eyes. Reno and Cloud were mesmerized at the teen, eyes wide. Reno then grinned largely. "Oh, yeah...! He did mention someone coming here tonight that was looking for
him. You can go in... only if you do a favor." The gunblader felt goose bumps rise on his arms underneath the hot jacket. "A favor?," he asked innocently, blood pounding in his ears, making his facial empression purely confused. The redhead grinned toothily at the youngster, then motioned for him to follow. "Take over for me, Cloud. Oh, wait- before we go, give the nice man a kiss, please?," Reno smirked, eyes challenging. Squall glanced at the blonde, who was staring back, his glowing blue eyes a dark royal blue now. 'You gotta do what you gotta do... I HAVE to see PurpleHaze.' Drawing in a small breath, Squall inclined his head up, eyes closed, the tips of his fingers touching Cloud's jawline as he pressed his lips against the older man's, feeling acute softness.
Cloud placed a hand behind the teen's head, pushing him against his tall frame, tounge pushing into the welcoming heat of the boy's mouth. Squall gasped in the blonde's mouth and felt his blood boil over, the meshing of their tounges making him grow hot. This was the first time in a long while Squall had done something for a man. Cloud's free hand grasped his thin hips, grounding them into his pelvis. Squall moaned in Cloud's mouth, feeling the bulge rubbing against his own. 'If only PurpleHaze could see me now...,' he thought dimly as Cloud parted from the kiss suddenly, eyes burning. "Damn, but if Purple's a lucky damn dog. This one's a keeper," he murmured, playing with Squall's hair, winking at him. The boy blushed some, licking his lips from the saliva. Reno grasped Squall's shoulder.
"Shall we go then?" He nodded slowly, remembering the touch of Cloud's body. Shaking his head, he was then enveloped in darkness, the sound of the base off in the distance from the club floor. "You liked that kiss, huh? Cloud's a very good person to play with," the redhead laughed, leading Squall into the dance hall. Bodies were side by side, grinding, slipping, and touching, almost dry humping each other, their bodies slick with sweat. Flashing lights and smoke filtered the air, making it hard to see. "Follow me," Reno ordered, moving towards a door. Squall followed timidly, not sure what was going to happen.
It was a small room, everything in red and black. Candles were on top of a short table, inscence burning in the warm air. Squall stood as Reno walked to a couch and sat, a hand underneath his chin and eyes watching Squall. "The favor, my kitten..."
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Irvine sat at the bar, the cowboy hat gone and hair in a loose ponytail. He wore a dark green vest with metallic black pants with boots. He wore little eyeliner and light gray eye shadow to pronounce his startling violet eyes more. He picked up his glass of whiskey and drained the last bit, sighing as he placed the glass down. "Where IS he?!," he groaned, leaning on his hand as it propped up on the bar. "Where's who?" Irvine glanced at the bar hostess. She wearing a black tank top with silver flames, her huge chest expanding them, her dark brown hair pulled to one side, revealing a left ear bedecked with earrings, and Irvine smiled a bit. "My friend." The brunette raised a perfect shapely eyebrow. "I thought you had several of those?"
"Shut up, Tifa."
She giggled, her ruby eyes twinkling. "You know I'm messing. It's that guy from Internet, right?," she asked, wiping out a shot glass. "Yeah."
"He's a little hottie. Be careful to not let Reno have him for too long."
Irvine smacked his head. "Fuck! You're right- hold on a sec!," he shouted and dashed off, his ponytail whipping in the air. Tifa shook her dark head and looked at her helper for the night. She was a medium-height girl with chestnut brown hair piled up on the top of her head with pink ribbons, ringlets falling beside her face, wearing a dark pink pin-striped suit, the lines dark green. "You'd think he knew Reno better, huh, Aerith?" She nodded, her aqua eyes scruntinizing a glass that she was cleaning, a small smile gracing her lovely features. "I learned THAT the hard way."
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Squall lifted his head, face flushed and eyes bright. Reno simply placed a hand in the boy's hair, rubbing it. "You're good for a jump start. Damn...," he said, breathing heavily. Squall let the now limp member from his mouth, roaming his tounge over his salty lips from Reno's release. Reno put his penis back in his pants and stood up, helping up Squall. "Now, you can go find him. You're more than welcomed here at "Lethal Venom", Squall," the redhead said, smiling. The boy felt the corners of his mouth twitch into a tiny smile as they left the room to the club floor. Just as they left, Irvine came in through the other door on the other side of the room. He noticed a leather trenchcoat laying on the floor. "Shit... they're gone! Which means... he's taking Squall to the floor. Good job, Reno," the cowboy breathed, grinning wildly.
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How was he suppossed to find him through the people?! It seemed impossible. Since Squall had left his coat in the red room, his white shirt stood out through the smoke and the lights. People were meshing together as one, like one force. Squall felt shivers run down his spine. 'This is what I'm talking about...! Freedom, space, and a chance to meet someone who wants to meet me and know more about me.' He felt his body give away to the music as Nine Inch Nail's song, "With Teeth" blared from the speakers, Trent's voice smooth like water rushing over Squall. He melded into the group, arms raised above his head, body swaying gently with the music. He felt hands over him, bodies pressing, low whispers and noises pouring in his ears. The base and techno reigned from overhead, making the air bend and move to its invisible power. Squall swung his head and torso back and forth gently, tossing his hair some, strands sticking to his sweaty face, Griever smacking him in the chest. Everything was moving slowly in front of his hooded eyes, not noticing the large shadow in front of him.
A pair of strong hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to a velvet-feeling shirt. Squall looked up, his expression empty, almost closed. The person holding him had long black hair, held up by the forehead with a dark red bandana, strands falling in his eyes and sticking up some. He wore a red, velvet-top fishnet shirt and baggy pants with chains and buckles. His skin was whiter than Squall's, sharp eyes outlined in maroon, the pupils the color of blood. His nose was long and defined, jawline sturdy, chisled cheekbone structure, and a pair of dark red lips, obviously colored with lipstick. "Yes?," Squall mouthed, suddenly intrested in the stranger before him, moving slightly against him. "You drew in my attention from the distance. Thought I could join you," the man said lowly in Squall's ear, nipping at the outer shell. The teen quivered and moaned into the noisy atmosphere as the man suckled on his ear, moving down his neck, biting hard on the jugular and knawing on it, making Squall bend his head back farther, giving the man more access, arching his back.
At the bar, Irvine was watching this with immense curiosity and lust, his groin twitching inside of his pants madly. He could feel the fine hairs on his neck prickle as he saw Vincent grab Squall's ass, bringing the young man closer to him, lining his full body against his, now kissing his collarbone, hands underneath the now unbuttoned blouse. This was the second time tonight the gunblader had the privilege of feeling another's erection against his own; and Irvine knew it. Standing up, after downing a straight-up Scotch, the cowboy rolled his neck, popping it, and made his way to the floor, his plan set for motion.
The song finished, melding into another fast-paced song. It started with piano, then ripped into heavy synthesis beats and guitars, a remake of Avenged Sevenfold's "The Beast and the Harlot". The large crowd of people jumped, danced, and everything in between, but nothing broke Irvine's contact with Vincent's, his eyes now upon the lanky cowboy. He moved Squall to where Irvine was behind him. The mysterious man picked up him mouth and murmured in Squall's ear, "I believe your... PurpleHaze... is here." Squall felt his face blush a mighty color of red. 'Oh, shit... Purple must've been watching us!!!'
Vincent let go of the boy and moved back into the crowd, dissappearing. Squall felt a presence behind him and then held himself, feeling guilty and dirty. 'Well... better get it over with.' Before he had the chance to turn around, the person covered his eyes, the smell of alcohol, spices, and Stenton filled his nostrils- a familiar scent. "Hello, darlin'. Been looking for a stray cat- many a fingers have pointed to you as the... kinky kitty, I believe..." Squall whipped around, eyes large and heart pounding fast. "YOU!!!" Irvine laughed, bowing. "The one and only, love. I'm happy you came tonight. Really... I am...," he said, genuinely smiling.
"So, you're PurpleHaze?! How are YOU PurpleHaze?," Squall demanded, crossing his arms over his chest, stormy eyes clear and focused, and irritably pissed. "Let's see... you've told me everything that happened in your life, when your birthday was, who your parents are, how you were left at the orphange, every little thing that scares you, why you don't turn to other people for help and how you used to use your body for other men... how you THOUGHT you felt about me," Irvine stated, all of this stated sincerely. Squall felt his throat dry up and his knees shake. "It was kinda obvious about the screen name too, wasn't it? I have purple eyes and also, it's my favorite drink. Yours, Blizzard Wolf, was easy. You're always cold and bitter, a lone wolf. We used to call you that in grade school."
The teen covered his ears, shaking his head. "Quit telling me this!!! You're not supposed to know! Not you-" Irvine grabbed Squall's wrists, his anger peaking slightly. "Stop that shit, dammit!," he yelled, bringing the boy close to him. Squall fought, trying to get away from him, twisting and pulling. Irvine then wrapped his arms around him, whispering in his ear, "I wanted to know. I've... been wanting to know for the longest time because you always hid yourself from me... when all I wished for was to know you and even get... close." Irvine was pouring out his feelings, something he was never good out, to the only person he ever had mutal feelings for and he didn't want to get shoved away. The boy against him was silent and still, not moving an inch. The words hit him like a brick, making his mind race wildly. "Why are you doing this to me?," Squall muttered, shaking his head in Irvine's chest, his cheek brushing against the older boy's chest. Irvine ran a hand through Squall's locks, putting his head on top of his. "I'm not doing anythin' but literally telling you everything I've been wanting to see since the first day of school, darlin'," he chuckled.
The boy lifted his head up, his blue-gray eyes appearing to be wet-looking and his mouth set in a grim line. "I don't believe you."
".........."
"Prove it to me, Irvine."
The sharp shooter was about ready to just throw the brat over his shoulder in anger when Squall said he didn't believe him, but his NEXT statement made Irvine, instead, want to throw him DOWN instead on the floor and take his hot body as his. His eyes flashed dangerouly the color of dark violet, making Squall's heart pound against his chest like a drum. The dance club didn't matter anymore. Irvine had to get him back to Garden, and fast. If he was going to do it right, he was going to take the kitten in bed. He leaned down some and stared hard at Squall. "You don't know what you've just gotten yourself into, do you?"
"Maybe I do. I love a challenge, always. You know this, 'PurpleHaze'," Squall emphazised, smirking coldly.
Yeah, right... Squall didn't know.
Well, that's all folks.
~ Erica-chan
P.S- IT'S A FRIGGIN' CLIFFHANGER! BUUUUWWWWHAHAHAHAHA!!! *throws Chibi-Sephiroth at the people raising a fit at the author* ATTACK THEM, MY PRETTY! USE YOUR MASAMUNE OF CHIBI-DEATH!
A Final Fantasy VIII yaoi
Rating: X
Chapter Two
By: Erica-chan
Pairings: Squall/Irvine
Disclaimer: PLEASE READ THIS DISCLAIMER!!! ...Yeah... a yaoi. YAOI meaning GUY ON GUY with lotsa hot, sweaty sex. Yum. That's all I have to say about that. :) This chapter contains the most graphic; well... this is the last and ONLY chapter we see Irvine and Squall get down with their bad selves. ^___^ Remember that SquareEnix owns 'em; I only write what the two boys what to do. *fuzzy feeling* Anyway, I hope you all have enjoyed this little tidbit of yummy guys humping each other and all that jazz. THERE WILL BE MORE STORIES BY ME!
Enjoy!
*NOTE: There are going to be some cameos in here. :) INTRESTING cameos, mind you...
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Squall had never been this nervous before. However, his composure was well intact as he got out of his car, locking it behind him. It took him forever, but he finally found an outfit that he hoped would suit PurpleHaze's taste. Squall wore a white, button-down shirt that was buttoned once underneath a long, leather trench coat. He wore a pair of dark gray leather pants with two studded belts wrapped around his slim waist. He wore thick-heeled boots with many straps. His hair was messy as
usual, but styled with some gel, some strands falling into his eyes that were outlined heavily with black eyeliner with a coat of silver eye shadow. His lips were shinny and glossy, gleaming like his earrings in his ears. Griever, his necklace, hung from his neck and nestled on his chest that was bare. He strode to the entrance of "Lethal Venom", seeing a long line of people waiting to be let in. Squall felt bad about seeing the people, but he remembered that he was here for PurpleHaze. "Now, I have to find Reno...," he whispered to himself. He searched the throng and found the tall redhead with a clipboard, talking with a blonde bouncer whose hair was in gravity-defying spikes. Squall felt his eyes roam on the two men.
They were awfully good-looking. Reno had long hair tied back, sunglasses perched on the top of his head, cerulean eyes friendly, but also mischievous-looking. He wore all black- a tight, black t-shirt and form-fitting pants with shinny dress shoes. The blonde had intense blue eyes and a sweet-looking mouth, his body language screaming, "Yes, I'm hot and fuckable; no touching!" in tight, black jeans and a purple tank-top, showing off his muscles and broad chest. Squall took a deep breath and marched up there, jaw firm and eyes narrowed, staring at Reno. The man looked down upon the Garden student and a slow, feline smile graced his features. "Well, well, well... what do we have here? A stray kitten?," he murmured, taking in Squall's outfit and face. The blonde nodded, also staring, grinning. "What do you think he wants? To get in, perhaps?," he asked, leaning an arm on Reno's shoulder. "Now, Cloud; be nice to the kitty. We might be able to keep him," Reno smirked and leaned forward some.
"Whatcha want, kitten?"
Squall felt his heart beat twice as fast and soon, his palms were starting to sweat. Swallowing, he gave Reno his best sultry look, eyes lowered and bottom lip caught in his teeth. "I'm here to see someone... a PurpleHaze...," he whispered lowly, cocking his head to the side some, more locks of brown hair falling into his eyes. Reno and Cloud were mesmerized at the teen, eyes wide. Reno then grinned largely. "Oh, yeah...! He did mention someone coming here tonight that was looking for
him. You can go in... only if you do a favor." The gunblader felt goose bumps rise on his arms underneath the hot jacket. "A favor?," he asked innocently, blood pounding in his ears, making his facial empression purely confused. The redhead grinned toothily at the youngster, then motioned for him to follow. "Take over for me, Cloud. Oh, wait- before we go, give the nice man a kiss, please?," Reno smirked, eyes challenging. Squall glanced at the blonde, who was staring back, his glowing blue eyes a dark royal blue now. 'You gotta do what you gotta do... I HAVE to see PurpleHaze.' Drawing in a small breath, Squall inclined his head up, eyes closed, the tips of his fingers touching Cloud's jawline as he pressed his lips against the older man's, feeling acute softness.
Cloud placed a hand behind the teen's head, pushing him against his tall frame, tounge pushing into the welcoming heat of the boy's mouth. Squall gasped in the blonde's mouth and felt his blood boil over, the meshing of their tounges making him grow hot. This was the first time in a long while Squall had done something for a man. Cloud's free hand grasped his thin hips, grounding them into his pelvis. Squall moaned in Cloud's mouth, feeling the bulge rubbing against his own. 'If only PurpleHaze could see me now...,' he thought dimly as Cloud parted from the kiss suddenly, eyes burning. "Damn, but if Purple's a lucky damn dog. This one's a keeper," he murmured, playing with Squall's hair, winking at him. The boy blushed some, licking his lips from the saliva. Reno grasped Squall's shoulder.
"Shall we go then?" He nodded slowly, remembering the touch of Cloud's body. Shaking his head, he was then enveloped in darkness, the sound of the base off in the distance from the club floor. "You liked that kiss, huh? Cloud's a very good person to play with," the redhead laughed, leading Squall into the dance hall. Bodies were side by side, grinding, slipping, and touching, almost dry humping each other, their bodies slick with sweat. Flashing lights and smoke filtered the air, making it hard to see. "Follow me," Reno ordered, moving towards a door. Squall followed timidly, not sure what was going to happen.
It was a small room, everything in red and black. Candles were on top of a short table, inscence burning in the warm air. Squall stood as Reno walked to a couch and sat, a hand underneath his chin and eyes watching Squall. "The favor, my kitten..."
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Irvine sat at the bar, the cowboy hat gone and hair in a loose ponytail. He wore a dark green vest with metallic black pants with boots. He wore little eyeliner and light gray eye shadow to pronounce his startling violet eyes more. He picked up his glass of whiskey and drained the last bit, sighing as he placed the glass down. "Where IS he?!," he groaned, leaning on his hand as it propped up on the bar. "Where's who?" Irvine glanced at the bar hostess. She wearing a black tank top with silver flames, her huge chest expanding them, her dark brown hair pulled to one side, revealing a left ear bedecked with earrings, and Irvine smiled a bit. "My friend." The brunette raised a perfect shapely eyebrow. "I thought you had several of those?"
"Shut up, Tifa."
She giggled, her ruby eyes twinkling. "You know I'm messing. It's that guy from Internet, right?," she asked, wiping out a shot glass. "Yeah."
"He's a little hottie. Be careful to not let Reno have him for too long."
Irvine smacked his head. "Fuck! You're right- hold on a sec!," he shouted and dashed off, his ponytail whipping in the air. Tifa shook her dark head and looked at her helper for the night. She was a medium-height girl with chestnut brown hair piled up on the top of her head with pink ribbons, ringlets falling beside her face, wearing a dark pink pin-striped suit, the lines dark green. "You'd think he knew Reno better, huh, Aerith?" She nodded, her aqua eyes scruntinizing a glass that she was cleaning, a small smile gracing her lovely features. "I learned THAT the hard way."
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Squall lifted his head, face flushed and eyes bright. Reno simply placed a hand in the boy's hair, rubbing it. "You're good for a jump start. Damn...," he said, breathing heavily. Squall let the now limp member from his mouth, roaming his tounge over his salty lips from Reno's release. Reno put his penis back in his pants and stood up, helping up Squall. "Now, you can go find him. You're more than welcomed here at "Lethal Venom", Squall," the redhead said, smiling. The boy felt the corners of his mouth twitch into a tiny smile as they left the room to the club floor. Just as they left, Irvine came in through the other door on the other side of the room. He noticed a leather trenchcoat laying on the floor. "Shit... they're gone! Which means... he's taking Squall to the floor. Good job, Reno," the cowboy breathed, grinning wildly.
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How was he suppossed to find him through the people?! It seemed impossible. Since Squall had left his coat in the red room, his white shirt stood out through the smoke and the lights. People were meshing together as one, like one force. Squall felt shivers run down his spine. 'This is what I'm talking about...! Freedom, space, and a chance to meet someone who wants to meet me and know more about me.' He felt his body give away to the music as Nine Inch Nail's song, "With Teeth" blared from the speakers, Trent's voice smooth like water rushing over Squall. He melded into the group, arms raised above his head, body swaying gently with the music. He felt hands over him, bodies pressing, low whispers and noises pouring in his ears. The base and techno reigned from overhead, making the air bend and move to its invisible power. Squall swung his head and torso back and forth gently, tossing his hair some, strands sticking to his sweaty face, Griever smacking him in the chest. Everything was moving slowly in front of his hooded eyes, not noticing the large shadow in front of him.
A pair of strong hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to a velvet-feeling shirt. Squall looked up, his expression empty, almost closed. The person holding him had long black hair, held up by the forehead with a dark red bandana, strands falling in his eyes and sticking up some. He wore a red, velvet-top fishnet shirt and baggy pants with chains and buckles. His skin was whiter than Squall's, sharp eyes outlined in maroon, the pupils the color of blood. His nose was long and defined, jawline sturdy, chisled cheekbone structure, and a pair of dark red lips, obviously colored with lipstick. "Yes?," Squall mouthed, suddenly intrested in the stranger before him, moving slightly against him. "You drew in my attention from the distance. Thought I could join you," the man said lowly in Squall's ear, nipping at the outer shell. The teen quivered and moaned into the noisy atmosphere as the man suckled on his ear, moving down his neck, biting hard on the jugular and knawing on it, making Squall bend his head back farther, giving the man more access, arching his back.
At the bar, Irvine was watching this with immense curiosity and lust, his groin twitching inside of his pants madly. He could feel the fine hairs on his neck prickle as he saw Vincent grab Squall's ass, bringing the young man closer to him, lining his full body against his, now kissing his collarbone, hands underneath the now unbuttoned blouse. This was the second time tonight the gunblader had the privilege of feeling another's erection against his own; and Irvine knew it. Standing up, after downing a straight-up Scotch, the cowboy rolled his neck, popping it, and made his way to the floor, his plan set for motion.
The song finished, melding into another fast-paced song. It started with piano, then ripped into heavy synthesis beats and guitars, a remake of Avenged Sevenfold's "The Beast and the Harlot". The large crowd of people jumped, danced, and everything in between, but nothing broke Irvine's contact with Vincent's, his eyes now upon the lanky cowboy. He moved Squall to where Irvine was behind him. The mysterious man picked up him mouth and murmured in Squall's ear, "I believe your... PurpleHaze... is here." Squall felt his face blush a mighty color of red. 'Oh, shit... Purple must've been watching us!!!'
Vincent let go of the boy and moved back into the crowd, dissappearing. Squall felt a presence behind him and then held himself, feeling guilty and dirty. 'Well... better get it over with.' Before he had the chance to turn around, the person covered his eyes, the smell of alcohol, spices, and Stenton filled his nostrils- a familiar scent. "Hello, darlin'. Been looking for a stray cat- many a fingers have pointed to you as the... kinky kitty, I believe..." Squall whipped around, eyes large and heart pounding fast. "YOU!!!" Irvine laughed, bowing. "The one and only, love. I'm happy you came tonight. Really... I am...," he said, genuinely smiling.
"So, you're PurpleHaze?! How are YOU PurpleHaze?," Squall demanded, crossing his arms over his chest, stormy eyes clear and focused, and irritably pissed. "Let's see... you've told me everything that happened in your life, when your birthday was, who your parents are, how you were left at the orphange, every little thing that scares you, why you don't turn to other people for help and how you used to use your body for other men... how you THOUGHT you felt about me," Irvine stated, all of this stated sincerely. Squall felt his throat dry up and his knees shake. "It was kinda obvious about the screen name too, wasn't it? I have purple eyes and also, it's my favorite drink. Yours, Blizzard Wolf, was easy. You're always cold and bitter, a lone wolf. We used to call you that in grade school."
The teen covered his ears, shaking his head. "Quit telling me this!!! You're not supposed to know! Not you-" Irvine grabbed Squall's wrists, his anger peaking slightly. "Stop that shit, dammit!," he yelled, bringing the boy close to him. Squall fought, trying to get away from him, twisting and pulling. Irvine then wrapped his arms around him, whispering in his ear, "I wanted to know. I've... been wanting to know for the longest time because you always hid yourself from me... when all I wished for was to know you and even get... close." Irvine was pouring out his feelings, something he was never good out, to the only person he ever had mutal feelings for and he didn't want to get shoved away. The boy against him was silent and still, not moving an inch. The words hit him like a brick, making his mind race wildly. "Why are you doing this to me?," Squall muttered, shaking his head in Irvine's chest, his cheek brushing against the older boy's chest. Irvine ran a hand through Squall's locks, putting his head on top of his. "I'm not doing anythin' but literally telling you everything I've been wanting to see since the first day of school, darlin'," he chuckled.
The boy lifted his head up, his blue-gray eyes appearing to be wet-looking and his mouth set in a grim line. "I don't believe you."
".........."
"Prove it to me, Irvine."
The sharp shooter was about ready to just throw the brat over his shoulder in anger when Squall said he didn't believe him, but his NEXT statement made Irvine, instead, want to throw him DOWN instead on the floor and take his hot body as his. His eyes flashed dangerouly the color of dark violet, making Squall's heart pound against his chest like a drum. The dance club didn't matter anymore. Irvine had to get him back to Garden, and fast. If he was going to do it right, he was going to take the kitten in bed. He leaned down some and stared hard at Squall. "You don't know what you've just gotten yourself into, do you?"
"Maybe I do. I love a challenge, always. You know this, 'PurpleHaze'," Squall emphazised, smirking coldly.
Yeah, right... Squall didn't know.
Well, that's all folks.
~ Erica-chan
P.S- IT'S A FRIGGIN' CLIFFHANGER! BUUUUWWWWHAHAHAHAHA!!! *throws Chibi-Sephiroth at the people raising a fit at the author* ATTACK THEM, MY PRETTY! USE YOUR MASAMUNE OF CHIBI-DEATH!