Disclaimer: All the Final Fantasy characters in this series of ficlets and/or short stories belong to those talented people at Square/Enix or whatever they are called now.
This is a series of Valentine's Day fics. Not all of them will contain smut, but they all are from the FF8 fandom, and the main pairing is, of course, Irvine and Squall. This will also be generally silly, have sappy moments and will hopefully be fun for you to read and fun for me to write. Enjoy.
This is YAOI - boys with boys, caring, desiring, kissing, hugging, groping…um, yeah…but that’s why you’re reading this, yes?
Book of Love: The Book and Voucher 1
By Garden's Gnome
Irvine frowned at the book he held that he felt was the perfect Valentine’s Day gift for Squall. Sure, it was just a book, but it was something they could both enjoy.
The Book of Love.
The cowboy scowled at the book because it was not where he had left it while going to get some wrapping paper for Squall’s present. Instead of on the table where he had placed it, he’d found it on a photocopier, pages open and spine bent. Someone had found it; most likely Selphie as Irvine remembered the petite brunette bouncing around nearby earlier. He almost feared what she would do with the pages she had copied but there was no way to tell which ones had caught her interest. Irvine shrugged and picked up a pen to fill out one of the inside pages.
Not much he could do but wait and see.
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Looking from the thin package in his hand to his lover, Squall frowned at both the wrapping paper, which was covered in hearts and chocobos, and the man who had given it to him.
“Think of it as an early Valentine’s gift,” Irvine drawled as he caressed the brunette’s cheek with the back of his fingers, smiling gently as Squall leaned into the touch.
“What is it?” Squall asked, turning the package over in his hand and shaking it cautiously.
“If you want to find out, you’re going to have to open it,” Irvine said with a smile.
Squall let out a small sigh and carefully peeled back the tape holding the paper closed and let the object within fall into his hand.
“Not just any book. The Book of Love,” Irvine said, reading out the title.
Squall just stood looking at the book; it‘s red, black and white cover and the large heart on it.
“Well, c’mon. Open it already!” Irvine said impatiently.
Squall flicked open the first couple of pages, stopping at the sight of Irvine’s handwriting.
I,Irvine Kinneas, do hereby give the Book of Love to you, Squall Leonhart, on this wonderful and special day/occasion, every day of the year babe, and pledge to love and fulfil the formulas of love in each voucher, which I have given to you from my heart, so that the mysterious powers of love are not broken.
Pledged:Irvine Kinneas Date: 4th January
Squall looked up at Irvine as he flicked the pages in his fingers. “You’re serious?” he asked, turning the page to show a full list of the vouchers contained within the book.
“Yup. And if we cut out a couple of the vouchers, I can do them all, one a day till Valentine’s.”
“Like the ‘Look After Kids’ one?” Squall asked with a small grin, before continuing to look at the pages.
“That would be one of them,” Irvine grinned back.
“Thank you for the book, Irvine,” Squall whispered as he kissed the sniper’s cheek and briefly held the cowboy close before moving back to his office desk.
“You’re not going to give me a voucher yet?” Irvine asked as he watched Squall put the book in the top drawer.
“No, I’ll save it for later,” Squall said, not looking up from where he was once again typing on the computer.
“Oh,” Irvine said, a little deflated. He hoped to get Squall to use one of the vouchers right away. “Okay, I’ll leave you to your work then.”
“See you tonight at seven for dinner?”
Irvine quietly closed the door behind him, saddened a little. He knew all the vouchers in the book and had been hoping to convince Squall to use one of the more fun ones straight away. A mid-afternoon romp about the Commander’s office to get the blood pumping would‘ve been nice. Sighing, Irvine pushed his hands in to the pockets of his duster and started to walk towards the elevator. He stopped suddenly at the feel of paper in one of his pockets. The paper rustled as he pulled the folded page out and read the words.
Love Voucher: A Single Rose.
Looking back at the door the sniper smiled. Squall was learning the art of surprise. Irvine would have preferred to get his lover a bunch of roses but that was another voucher entirely. Squall would get his single rose. Tonight, right after the dinner Squall would cook for them. Irvine’s pants tightened at the thought of running a red rose over the brunette’s bare skin, following the lightly scented trail with his lips, teasing his lover with the soft petals until Squall begged for a firmer touch. Folding the paper, Irvine placed it back in the pocket and quickly adjusted his jeans before continuing on towards the elevator with a smile on his lips.
Oh yes, Squall would have his rose.
To be continued…Next Voucher