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FFVIII: Change
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Some things have changed, but not as much as they could've. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_chances.
Irvine wrapped his arms around Squall's waist, pulling him a little closer and cuddling up behind him, running his fingers over a tattoo on Squall's shoulder he'd never thought of finding there. It suited him. But it'd been a surprise to see it there. Last time he'd seen Squall like this had been years before, and apart from obviously growing up, he'd never expected Squall to change.
Sort of selfish of him, really. Wanting Squall to stay the same quiet, shy, uncommanding little boy.
"Nice to have you in my bed again."
Squall wriggled a little at that, but Irvine didn't let him roll over. Instead he brushed a kiss over the back of Squall's neck, smiling, waiting for Squall to ask. It'd always worked when they were kids -- another thing Irvine hoped hadn't changed. Stay silent for long enough and people will talk to fill up the silence which, to them, feels uncomfortable. It took more doing with Squall, but it still worked. At least, when he was comfortable and felt like he could talk.
"But we've never done this before."
He tightened his arm a little and nuzzled against Squall's shoulder. "Hmm, no, we were a little too young to fuck then. Even I waited until I was fourteen."
"In the orphanage, then?"
Irvine ran his hand up Squall's side, sure that the one ticklish spot on his side hadn't changed. Sure enough, he squirmed a little and huffed and finally reached back at an awkward angle to take Irvine's hand in his, pulling it round to pin it against his chest.
"Don't do that."
"Hmm, if you insist."
There was another long pause and Irvine started to investigate the tattoo with his mouth -- tracing the curving lines, licking and nipping a little and listening to Squall's breathing getting somewhat uneven.
"Did we do that often?"
"You did," Irvine smirked a little, nipping one last time at the tattoo before settling back, comfortable, against Squall. And he was comfortable, like he'd been back then -- at peace, and almost too warm, and not in the mood to move. Then it'd been from a day of playing, climbing rocks, swimming, running around. Now it was from sex, a change Irvine was quite pleased with.
Squall always had been difficult to keep up with.
"Not just with you?"
"You slept with everybody."
He got an elbow in the ribs for the tone he said that in -- but it wasn't his fault Squall'd been over affectionate back then. "Did not."
"Did too. You preferred me and Seifer, of course. Sometimes Zell. Never with the girls, really, 'cause they had a separate bedroom. But you shared with all the boys at one time or another. Even after Ellone left. It was the one bit of affection we could still wrangle out of you, actually."
And it'd been nice, to be ignored all day and go to bed and find Squall waiting there -- not a bit apologetic, but ready to make up for it, just a little. Sometimes he was cold, and wet, his hair damp from the rain, but they'd all let him in regardless.
They'd all adored him. And missed him, when he didn't literally go away but just retreated from them all.
"I don't remember," Squall said, finally, and Irvine nodded, nuzzling against the back of his neck.
"S'okay. Didn't expect you to."
"Seifer and I were lovers, for a while. And I... with Zell. Once."
Irvine laughed softly, smiling to himself as Squall awkwardly tangled their fingers. "Guess it was destiny you'd end up with me, then. Just... don't let it be 'for a while' or 'once' with me, okay?"
Squall didn't even seem to hear that. He stayed still, still and silent, and Irvine waited, tried to draw him out. Finally, he pulled away a little, turning onto his back and looking up at the ceiling and cursing himself for being a bad judge of timing. Even if he wasn't willing to let Squall go -- never had been, keeping him in bed just that little bit longer each morning -- he should've... waited. Or something. Kept this conversation for another time.
"Squall. I..."
Squall put his fingers on Irvine's lips; silencing. He draped an arm over Irvine's waist and got comfortable against him, head on his shoulder. "I... don't know. Not yet. Maybe it'll work. Maybe it won't. I'm... I can't make promises."
Irvine closed his eyes. He was grinning. He was smiling that stupid silly smile just a moment of attention from Squall or Selphie had always drawn from him when he was a kid. He ran a teasing finger over that sensitive spot on Squall's side and then drew him closer, tangled a hand in his hair and pulled him closer for a kiss.
"Just fine with me, babe. I know you."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
Irvine ran his fingers over Squall's shoulder, traced the design he felt he already knew by heart. He grinned a little more, tracing his fingers over Squall's cheekbone now, over the scar, down his face. "You haven't changed that much. You've got a tattoo and grown a bit and you're a bit more difficult to talk to now, and you've got scars, of course, but you're still the same old Squall. Which means... you can't resist me."
"Try me," he growled, turning his head and capturing Irvine's fingers, sucking lightly, teasingly.
Irvine decided right there and then that it might well be the other way 'round. After all, Squall was kinda hard to keep up with, and he'd always been kind of captivating, and right now he was all kinds of hot with his hair like that -- all in his eyes -- and his tattoo and his scar that just seemed to make him prettier somehow. He definitely had the odds in his favour when it came to resisting and who could and who couldn't. But he wasn't about to admit that. Not yet, anyway. Maybe when Squall wasn't so jumpy about the whole topic of love, sex and relationships.
"We'll see."
Squall nipped at Irvine's fingertips and released them, smirking a little. "Yeah. We'll see."
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Some things have changed, but not as much as they could've. For
100_chances.Irvine wrapped his arms around Squall's waist, pulling him a little closer and cuddling up behind him, running his fingers over a tattoo on Squall's shoulder he'd never thought of finding there. It suited him. But it'd been a surprise to see it there. Last time he'd seen Squall like this had been years before, and apart from obviously growing up, he'd never expected Squall to change.
Sort of selfish of him, really. Wanting Squall to stay the same quiet, shy, uncommanding little boy.
"Nice to have you in my bed again."
Squall wriggled a little at that, but Irvine didn't let him roll over. Instead he brushed a kiss over the back of Squall's neck, smiling, waiting for Squall to ask. It'd always worked when they were kids -- another thing Irvine hoped hadn't changed. Stay silent for long enough and people will talk to fill up the silence which, to them, feels uncomfortable. It took more doing with Squall, but it still worked. At least, when he was comfortable and felt like he could talk.
"But we've never done this before."
He tightened his arm a little and nuzzled against Squall's shoulder. "Hmm, no, we were a little too young to fuck then. Even I waited until I was fourteen."
"In the orphanage, then?"
Irvine ran his hand up Squall's side, sure that the one ticklish spot on his side hadn't changed. Sure enough, he squirmed a little and huffed and finally reached back at an awkward angle to take Irvine's hand in his, pulling it round to pin it against his chest.
"Don't do that."
"Hmm, if you insist."
There was another long pause and Irvine started to investigate the tattoo with his mouth -- tracing the curving lines, licking and nipping a little and listening to Squall's breathing getting somewhat uneven.
"Did we do that often?"
"You did," Irvine smirked a little, nipping one last time at the tattoo before settling back, comfortable, against Squall. And he was comfortable, like he'd been back then -- at peace, and almost too warm, and not in the mood to move. Then it'd been from a day of playing, climbing rocks, swimming, running around. Now it was from sex, a change Irvine was quite pleased with.
Squall always had been difficult to keep up with.
"Not just with you?"
"You slept with everybody."
He got an elbow in the ribs for the tone he said that in -- but it wasn't his fault Squall'd been over affectionate back then. "Did not."
"Did too. You preferred me and Seifer, of course. Sometimes Zell. Never with the girls, really, 'cause they had a separate bedroom. But you shared with all the boys at one time or another. Even after Ellone left. It was the one bit of affection we could still wrangle out of you, actually."
And it'd been nice, to be ignored all day and go to bed and find Squall waiting there -- not a bit apologetic, but ready to make up for it, just a little. Sometimes he was cold, and wet, his hair damp from the rain, but they'd all let him in regardless.
They'd all adored him. And missed him, when he didn't literally go away but just retreated from them all.
"I don't remember," Squall said, finally, and Irvine nodded, nuzzling against the back of his neck.
"S'okay. Didn't expect you to."
"Seifer and I were lovers, for a while. And I... with Zell. Once."
Irvine laughed softly, smiling to himself as Squall awkwardly tangled their fingers. "Guess it was destiny you'd end up with me, then. Just... don't let it be 'for a while' or 'once' with me, okay?"
Squall didn't even seem to hear that. He stayed still, still and silent, and Irvine waited, tried to draw him out. Finally, he pulled away a little, turning onto his back and looking up at the ceiling and cursing himself for being a bad judge of timing. Even if he wasn't willing to let Squall go -- never had been, keeping him in bed just that little bit longer each morning -- he should've... waited. Or something. Kept this conversation for another time.
"Squall. I..."
Squall put his fingers on Irvine's lips; silencing. He draped an arm over Irvine's waist and got comfortable against him, head on his shoulder. "I... don't know. Not yet. Maybe it'll work. Maybe it won't. I'm... I can't make promises."
Irvine closed his eyes. He was grinning. He was smiling that stupid silly smile just a moment of attention from Squall or Selphie had always drawn from him when he was a kid. He ran a teasing finger over that sensitive spot on Squall's side and then drew him closer, tangled a hand in his hair and pulled him closer for a kiss.
"Just fine with me, babe. I know you."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
Irvine ran his fingers over Squall's shoulder, traced the design he felt he already knew by heart. He grinned a little more, tracing his fingers over Squall's cheekbone now, over the scar, down his face. "You haven't changed that much. You've got a tattoo and grown a bit and you're a bit more difficult to talk to now, and you've got scars, of course, but you're still the same old Squall. Which means... you can't resist me."
"Try me," he growled, turning his head and capturing Irvine's fingers, sucking lightly, teasingly.
Irvine decided right there and then that it might well be the other way 'round. After all, Squall was kinda hard to keep up with, and he'd always been kind of captivating, and right now he was all kinds of hot with his hair like that -- all in his eyes -- and his tattoo and his scar that just seemed to make him prettier somehow. He definitely had the odds in his favour when it came to resisting and who could and who couldn't. But he wasn't about to admit that. Not yet, anyway. Maybe when Squall wasn't so jumpy about the whole topic of love, sex and relationships.
"We'll see."
Squall nipped at Irvine's fingertips and released them, smirking a little. "Yeah. We'll see."
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(Squall, you naughty boy...all three of them?)
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