[FF VIII] - Squall/Irvine - Round 1 - 25/50
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Irvine
Themes: Passion, Trouble, Red, Give, Clothes, Lost, Nostalgia, Future, Bound, Fall, Fluff, Anxiety, Hungry, Feel, Curse, Urgent, Silence, Poison, Heat, Secrets, Discovery, Desire, Wet, Alcohol, Fantasy.
Rating: K to MA
01. Passion
It could have been on a mountain top, or the midst of a storm or by a raging ocean; as it happened it was in Irvine's tiny kitchen with his back pressed painfully against the counter, but Squall's heart soared just the same.
02. Trouble
"Shhh, they'll hear, someone will, oh, Hyne, do that again."
03. Red
Most of the time Irvine's hair was a ruddy brown, the colour of weathered rust, but sometimes in the sunshine it gleamed with tones of bright auburn red, and it was all Squall could do to resist running his fingers through it.
04. Give
Irvine never tired of seeing Squall like this; spine arching, his whole body reaching up to Irvine's, wild, abandoned, giving.
05. Sick Alt: Clothes
The way Irvine saw it, Squall didn't simply wear belts; they moved with the sway of his ass, an irresistible 'fuck me' beacon.
06. Lost
Falling by his side, blue-grey eyes flickering shut, no time for Pheonix Down, not yet, wait Squall, wait, just... wait.
07. Nostalgia
Sometimes Squall longed for outdoors; to swap the cold grey walls of meeting rooms for the wide open skies, for the warmth of Irvine's body curled around his in their tent.
08. Future
"I'm not going to go back to Galbadia, Squall," and Irvine's bag fell to the floor as he flung his arms around Squall and destiny changed.
09. Bound
"I think I've lost the key," said Squall, his voice shamefully lacking in concern, from Irvine's point of view.
10. Fall
Squall took a while to realise he'd been injured in battle; he tended to complete his move whatever atrocity had been committed to his body then sink back in slow-motion, giving Irvine or Rinoa the long seconds they needed to cure him.
11. Fluff
Irvine let his head fall to Squall's shoulder, dozing with the rhythm of the car, soothed by the delicious, fresh-smelling softness of the fluff around Squall's collar.
12. Anxiety
Irvine could hardly think or breathe, he shook and until he heard Squall's steady, coldly reassuring voice he thought he might die there in the clock tower.
13. Hungry
Irvine's mind was full of a deep, ravenous hunger, GF hunger, not his own, and he strode towards Squall across the cafeteria with only one objective in mind.
14. Feel
The blindfold was tight and itchy, but Squall felt nothing but the impossibly light touch of Irvine's fingers tracing patterns across his belly.
15. Curse
Irvine held Squall close and didn't ask, didn't expect him to say the magic words because everyone that Squall had loved had left, and the fact that Squall cared enough not to want to jinx them spoke volumes more than a cliched phrase.
16. Urgent
Fast, hard, up against the wall or doggy on the foor, the quickest way of fitting cock and ass and mouths and tongues together, no touch, not taste better than the first time after they both got back from a mission.
17. Silence
Garden floats through the sky to the rhythm of whirring engines, and Irvine kissed Squall slowly, fitting the rhythm, no words, no sound, just velvet kisses that match the silence of the dark night sky.
18. Poison
Irvine goes down and Squall almost panics, closest he ever gets, finds the bottle of elixir in his pocket as if in slow motion, holds it to his lovers lips and pours, watches, waits, the long, long seconds before the poison's neutralised and Irvine's eyes flicker open; their gazes meet, smiles match and Squall's heart soars in relief.
19. Heat
Irvine takes the ice cube from his drink and slides it over Squall's heated skin; Squall goosepimples and shivers and laughs but all Irvine can do is watch the the trail of ice-turned-water and think he knows just how it feels.
20. Secrets
Squall slammed Irvine up against the wall, lapel fisted in one hand, growling low in his throat: "don't take me for a fool, Kinneas, I've always known there were women."
21. Discovery
The door to Irvine's room was open; the noise travelled down the corridor and warned Squall even before he turned the corner and saw Irvine's treachery in all its naked glory; and still he couldn't turn and walk away.
22. Desire
Even now, when it was over and done and Irvine's apologies didn't count, even now Squall couldn't stop watching him: the lush fall of his hair, the sway of his hips, the deep regret burning in his eyes.
23. Wet
They stood in the rain and tried, tears lost in the streaks of water dripping from Squall's hair down his cheeks, and he wanted to forgive, he tried, but in the end Irvine was left standing in the storm and Squall walked away.
24. Alcohol
Irivne watched the tip of Squall's tongue as it played lazily with the rim of his beer bottle; slow and clumsy with alcohol, like the slow drift of Squall's gaze towards him.
25. Fantasy
Missing Squall too much, Irvine's hand drifted to his cock, and stroked, and petted, and the image that set the rhythm of his pleasure was no girl; it was male and slender and dark and had a scar between its eyes, and it was perfect pain and longing all in one that flooded Irvine's being as he came.
More soon. :)
Pairing: Squall/Irvine
Themes: Passion, Trouble, Red, Give, Clothes, Lost, Nostalgia, Future, Bound, Fall, Fluff, Anxiety, Hungry, Feel, Curse, Urgent, Silence, Poison, Heat, Secrets, Discovery, Desire, Wet, Alcohol, Fantasy.
Rating: K to MA
01. Passion
It could have been on a mountain top, or the midst of a storm or by a raging ocean; as it happened it was in Irvine's tiny kitchen with his back pressed painfully against the counter, but Squall's heart soared just the same.
02. Trouble
"Shhh, they'll hear, someone will, oh, Hyne, do that again."
03. Red
Most of the time Irvine's hair was a ruddy brown, the colour of weathered rust, but sometimes in the sunshine it gleamed with tones of bright auburn red, and it was all Squall could do to resist running his fingers through it.
04. Give
Irvine never tired of seeing Squall like this; spine arching, his whole body reaching up to Irvine's, wild, abandoned, giving.
05. Sick Alt: Clothes
The way Irvine saw it, Squall didn't simply wear belts; they moved with the sway of his ass, an irresistible 'fuck me' beacon.
06. Lost
Falling by his side, blue-grey eyes flickering shut, no time for Pheonix Down, not yet, wait Squall, wait, just... wait.
07. Nostalgia
Sometimes Squall longed for outdoors; to swap the cold grey walls of meeting rooms for the wide open skies, for the warmth of Irvine's body curled around his in their tent.
08. Future
"I'm not going to go back to Galbadia, Squall," and Irvine's bag fell to the floor as he flung his arms around Squall and destiny changed.
09. Bound
"I think I've lost the key," said Squall, his voice shamefully lacking in concern, from Irvine's point of view.
10. Fall
Squall took a while to realise he'd been injured in battle; he tended to complete his move whatever atrocity had been committed to his body then sink back in slow-motion, giving Irvine or Rinoa the long seconds they needed to cure him.
11. Fluff
Irvine let his head fall to Squall's shoulder, dozing with the rhythm of the car, soothed by the delicious, fresh-smelling softness of the fluff around Squall's collar.
12. Anxiety
Irvine could hardly think or breathe, he shook and until he heard Squall's steady, coldly reassuring voice he thought he might die there in the clock tower.
13. Hungry
Irvine's mind was full of a deep, ravenous hunger, GF hunger, not his own, and he strode towards Squall across the cafeteria with only one objective in mind.
14. Feel
The blindfold was tight and itchy, but Squall felt nothing but the impossibly light touch of Irvine's fingers tracing patterns across his belly.
15. Curse
Irvine held Squall close and didn't ask, didn't expect him to say the magic words because everyone that Squall had loved had left, and the fact that Squall cared enough not to want to jinx them spoke volumes more than a cliched phrase.
16. Urgent
Fast, hard, up against the wall or doggy on the foor, the quickest way of fitting cock and ass and mouths and tongues together, no touch, not taste better than the first time after they both got back from a mission.
17. Silence
Garden floats through the sky to the rhythm of whirring engines, and Irvine kissed Squall slowly, fitting the rhythm, no words, no sound, just velvet kisses that match the silence of the dark night sky.
18. Poison
Irvine goes down and Squall almost panics, closest he ever gets, finds the bottle of elixir in his pocket as if in slow motion, holds it to his lovers lips and pours, watches, waits, the long, long seconds before the poison's neutralised and Irvine's eyes flicker open; their gazes meet, smiles match and Squall's heart soars in relief.
19. Heat
Irvine takes the ice cube from his drink and slides it over Squall's heated skin; Squall goosepimples and shivers and laughs but all Irvine can do is watch the the trail of ice-turned-water and think he knows just how it feels.
20. Secrets
Squall slammed Irvine up against the wall, lapel fisted in one hand, growling low in his throat: "don't take me for a fool, Kinneas, I've always known there were women."
21. Discovery
The door to Irvine's room was open; the noise travelled down the corridor and warned Squall even before he turned the corner and saw Irvine's treachery in all its naked glory; and still he couldn't turn and walk away.
22. Desire
Even now, when it was over and done and Irvine's apologies didn't count, even now Squall couldn't stop watching him: the lush fall of his hair, the sway of his hips, the deep regret burning in his eyes.
23. Wet
They stood in the rain and tried, tears lost in the streaks of water dripping from Squall's hair down his cheeks, and he wanted to forgive, he tried, but in the end Irvine was left standing in the storm and Squall walked away.
24. Alcohol
Irivne watched the tip of Squall's tongue as it played lazily with the rim of his beer bottle; slow and clumsy with alcohol, like the slow drift of Squall's gaze towards him.
25. Fantasy
Missing Squall too much, Irvine's hand drifted to his cock, and stroked, and petted, and the image that set the rhythm of his pleasure was no girl; it was male and slender and dark and had a scar between its eyes, and it was perfect pain and longing all in one that flooded Irvine's being as he came.
More soon. :)