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: Voucher 18
By Garden's Gnome
“Have you ordered yet?” Squall asked Irvine as he joined the sniper in the cafeteria for lunch.
“Yes, and I ordered for you too. Salad is okay?”
“Yeah, I don’t think I want anything hot at the moment anyways,” Squall said.
Irvine raised a questioning brow.
“I passed Zell in the hallway and he had three hotdogs. One in each hand…”
“And one in his mouth,” Irvine finished the sentence. “I saw him earlier when I was waiting in line to order. He was muttering something about lunch and Seifer.”
“If he’s making a call to Seifer right now at least he won’t be distracted during this afternoon’s meeting,” Squall said, standing as he noticed one of the kitchen staff motioning for him to come collect the tray of food she held.
“Think they’ll survive another week apart?” Irvine asked as his lover returned to the table and began setting their food out.
“They’re going to be apart longer than that if Winhill’s request for an extension on their contract gets approved,” Squall said, scooping up a mouthful of salad.
“What do Seifer and Zell think of that?” Irvine asked, sipping his juice.
“Seifer’s not happy and Zell doesn’t know yet,” Squall said after swallowing his food. “I think the reason they want Seifer to stay is because he’s been helping repair the older buildings. He’s been doing it to keep from getting bored cause there isn’t much of a monster threat there anymore.”
“What has Fuujin been doing while Seifer’s off playing carpenter?”
“She’s doing the monster population count that they were sent there to do. She also said that Seifer’s been itching to come back to Garden and told me she can manage fine without him.”
“What are you going to do?” Irvine asked.
“Well, any monster surveillance must be carried out by two SeeDs or more. Fuujin said she doesn’t mind staying on longer so we can get more information, but she pretty much ordered me to bring Seifer home.”
“She ordered you?” Irvine asked, trying to hide a laugh behind his sandwich.
“’SEIFER. HOME. NOW.’ Sounds like an order to me,” Squall said, repeating what the silver haired woman had said to him and scratching his head while staring at his salad like it would have answers for him. “But who should I send to replace him at such short notice?”
“You’ve still got a week to decide who you’re going to send,” Irvine said. “I suggest sending Selphie,” he added with a grin and ate more of his lunch.
“Why her?” Squall asked.
“Think of it as a kind of punishment,” Irvine said and then frowned. “Well, it’ll be punishment to her.”
“She’s been dying to see Seifer and Zell get together. If she’s not here then she won’t see and it will drive her nuts. Besides, she does deserve it for interfering with them.”
“And you don’t deserve some kind of punishment for when you put that other voucher in Seifer’s room?” Squall asked, pushing his plate aside.
“You saw Zell talking to Seifer that day on the phone. He tuned the rest of us right out. They need to get that first kiss out of the way and get it on,” Irvine said, carefully rubbing his leg against Squall’s, making the touch look accidental to everyone else.
“Their first kiss should be because they want to, not because of a voucher,” Squall insisted.
“You’re a hopeless romantic, Squall,” Irvine told his lover as he leaned his chin on one hand and stared at the brunette.
“And you aren’t? You’re the one who gave me the book of vouchers,” Squall said, poking a finger at the cowboy’s nose. “Besides, I think the romantic side of me is heredity. What’s your excuse?”
“No excuse,” Irvine said as he gathered up their plates and put them on the tray. “Just making things interesting,” he said as they stood and took the tray to the counter. “Let’s go to that meeting."
Together the two men walked through the Garden, arms occasionally brushing against each other. In the elevator, Squall had to keep smacking Irvine’s hands away when the sniper tried to pull him in for a kiss. Squall managed to escape to the relative safety of his office before Irvine got off the elevator, the brunette having hit the ‘door close’ button before the cowboy could exit the lift.
Entering his office, Squall sat down at the desk and waited for Irvine to arrive. He looked at the voucher on his desk, wondering if he should have chosen something else seeing as he knew they wouldn’t have time to leave the Garden this particular day.
“That was not nice,” Irvine growled as he stalked into the commander’s office.
Squall smiled innocently as he lover came around the desk.
“I ended up back down at the first level before the lift came back up,” Irvine said as he towered over Squall.
Squall grabbed the piece of paper and handed it to his lover. The distraction tactic worked.
“This today’s voucher?” Irvine asked as he scanned the page. Love Voucher: Take Out To The Circus.
“I know we don’t have time today but I wanted to give it to you anyways,” Squall said, shrugging as Irvine leaned against his desk.
“This place is enough of a circus without going to a real one,” Irvine said as he dropped the page back onto the desk.
“I thought it was a zoo?” Squall asked, remembering the ‘mating habits of the elusive SeeD Commander‘ that had happened after they left the surveillance room.
“Well, it can be both,” Irvine said, nodding in agreement with his idea. “You’d be the main attraction - the ferocious lion,” Irvine added as he grinned down at the brunette.
“Ferocious am I?” Squall asked, growling a little as he stood to lean against his lover’s body.
“You can be,” Irvine said as Squall nipped at his jaw, the sniper distantly noting that Squall had trapped him against the desk, pinning his hands to its wooden surface.
“Who else?” Squall asked as he purred and rubbed their cheeks together.
“Um…” Irvine began, a little distracted by Squall’s breath whispering over his ear.
“What about Selphie? And Seifer, Zell and Quistis? What would they be in your circus?” the gunblader asked quietly.
“They’d be…” Irvine mumbled, trying to collect his thoughts as Squall continued to purr and rubbed his whole body against the cowboy’s.
Irvine shuddered as Squall dominated their interactions, the delicious sensations of his lover rubbing against him making the sniper become short of breath as his body became aroused.
The click of the door opening and voices chatting caused Squall to quickly step back from his lover, Irvine almost slumping forward as the body supporting his disappeared. The sniper strode to the window and looked out at the sky as he concentrated on getting his body back under control.
“We didn’t disturb anything?” Selphie asked, grinning as she looked from Squall’s lightly flushed cheeks and Irvine’s clenched hands.
“Nothing that can’t wait till later,” Squall said as he picked up the voucher and placed it in a drawer in the desk.
“Damn, and here I was hoping to see you two kissing again,” the petite brunette woman said, pouting as she sat down on a sofa.
“You should have seen them yesterday in the quad,” Zell said with a smirk as he joined Selphie on the sofa.
“I always miss out on the good stuff.”
Squall tried to hide his smile at Selphie’s words by looking up at Irvine who had come from the window to lean on the back of his chair, but ended up grinning when he saw the sniper’s evil smile.
Selphie’s next mission would definitely be a punishment.
To be continued…