Jan '05'

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 24
By Garden's Gnome

Squall looked up from the Book of Love as the door to his office opened and Irvine wandered in, lunch tray in his hands. Blue eyes watched the cowboy as he approached the desk and silently placed a plate and can of drink in front of him. More food was placed opposite him before the tray was left on one of the sofas along with his hat, Irvine lounging in the other desk chair and opening his drink.

“Whatcha doin’, love?” Irvine asked with a nod towards the book in Squall’s hands.

“Trying to decide on a voucher for today,” the brunette replied, setting the book aside to eat his lunch.

“Ah,” Irvine said before taking a bite of his salad roll.

For the next few minutes the two men ate quietly, the silence only interrupted by the tapping of computer keys as Squall informed his secretary to hold his calls and then put the system on standby.

“Selphie arrive safely?” Irvine asked.

“There was an email from her this morning. She arrived yesterday evening just before dinner and said that everything looks in order for Seifer to return tomorrow.”

“Hang on,” Irvine said, putting down his roll and picking at it. “Seifer isn’t coming back today?”

“He was meant to be back tonight but the residents of Winhill asked if he could stay on one more day and finish his current repair project,” Squall said as he picked up his drink. “He seemed okay with it and will leave first thing tomorrow, getting back her around mid-afternoon.”

“Does Zell know yet?”

Squall shook his head and swallowed the mouthful of drink he had. “Not yet. Seifer actually asked me not to say when he would be returning.”

“Serious? Maybe he wants to surprise Zell?” the sniper speculated.

“It’s possible,” Squall said with a small smile that he tried to hide behind his own salad roll.

“What do you know that I don’t?” Irvine asked, seeing the smile.

“I asked Selphie what vouchers she had given to Seifer and Zell. She told me.”

“And?” Irvine asked, mock glaring as Squall’s smug look.

“You’re just going to have to wait and see,” the brunette said. “Besides, I’d be more worried about your next voucher.”

Irvine watched as Squall pushed his lunch to one side and picked up the book, once again flicking through its pages. He watched the small changes on his lover’s face as the brunette looked at the vouchers. A frown here, a quirk of the lips there sometimes a small shake of the head. Irvine was about to ask what his lover was looking at when Squall turned the book around so he could see it.

“Any ideas?” Squall asked as he got up from the table and walked towards the large windows of his office.

Irvine stopped picking at his lunch and pushed it out of the way, wiping his hands before touching the book. Love Voucher: A Back Tickle were the words printed on the page. Irvine frowned at the page and then looked at his lover’s back.

“I don’t know, Squall,” Irvine said as he tore the page from the book and stood up from the desk, moving to stand behind his lover. “How would a back tickle be different from a massage?” he asked as he draped his arms over Squall’s shoulders, holding the voucher where they could both see it.

“A massage is meant to relax the body,” Squall said as he took the voucher from the cowboy. “A tickle makes people laugh.”

“So I just have to make you laugh?” Irvine said as he slowly removed his arms from Squall’s shoulders. “Problem is it isn’t your back that’s ticklish.”

Squall had no warning for the attack on his body, his knees immediately giving out as the sniper attacked the back of them with a well placed touch. One moment he had been standing, about to turn and see what his lover was doing, and the next he was on the floor trying to squirm away from Irvine’s touch.

“Stop…please,” Squall said, fighting the laughter that wanted to escape. “Irvine…no…” the brunette gasped out as he was sat on and tickled.

“I know I’m supposed to be giving you a back tickle but this is too good a chance to pass up,” Irvine said and he sat upon the squirming brunette, fingers lightly pinching and digging into Squall’s knees.

They stayed that was until Squall gave up and lay breathlessly upon the carpeted floor of his office, too weak from fighting and thankful that such tickling made him unable to kick the sniper by accident.

“I’m not going to be able to walk now,” he complained as Irvine finally left his knees alone.

“Well then, guess I’ll stay here too,” Irvine said as he untucked the back of Squall’s shirt, leaning down to teasingly run the tip of his tongue over his lover’s back.

“That tickles too,” Squall complained, shifting under the other’s touches.

“Does this tickle?” Irvine asked, growling against the skin under his lips as he ground his groin against Squall’s tight bottom.

Squall gasped as the movement that made his own body move against the floor. Both of them had managed to get slightly aroused during their playing. He silently hoped the door was locked as he tried to press up into Irvine’s movements.

Then the phone rang.

“I thought you had all your calls held,” Irvine said, not moving from his place straddling his lover.

“It’ll be Laguna. He has a private number that can get through to me if there’s an emergency,” Squall said as he tried to dislodge the cowboy.

“And how often is it an emergency?” Irvine asked.

“Never,” Squall said with a quiet groan as his father’s voice rang out in the room.

“Squall…I know you’re there…”

“Voice only,” Squall said loudly.

“Squall? I can’t see you. Why is it set on voice only?” they heard Laguna asked.

“Because I’m having lunch with Irvine, dad,” Squall said as he finally convinced Irvine to get off him and stood up.

“Lunch with Irvine…oh…OH…um sorry?”

“What is it Laguna?” Squall asked, tucking in his shirt and hitting the key to connect video as well as sound.

“There you are,” Laguna said with a big grin. “You are not going to believe what has happened today…”

Squall half listened to his father ramble on about something happening in Odine’s lab while watching his lover clean up what was left of their lunch. Looking around to make sure everything was still in place after their short play, Squall spotted the discarded voucher on the floor beside the window.

“Hold that thought, dad,” Squall said as he placed the phone on hold.

Irvine watched as Squall put the phone on hold and stood from the desk. Squall walked to the window and then returned with the days voucher in his hand, holding it out to the sniper.

“Save this for later?” Squall asked with a shy smile.

“Sure, love,” Irvine said, taking the voucher and putting it in a pocket.

Leaning over the desk, Irvine smiled as Squall met him halfway and they shared a brief kiss, lips moving softly together. Pulling back Irvine grabbed up the tray and moved towards the door, sliding his hat on his head and offering his lover a wink.

“Later,” was all the sniper said as he slipped through the door.

Squall watched to door click shut and sighed before turning his attention back to the man waiting on the vid phone.

“Okay, dad. What has Odine done now?”

To be continued…

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