WARNING: Some material may be found offensive by some people. Please do not read if you find yaoi distasteful, or if you are under 13, et cetera.
OOC: This will be the last thing I write as a teenager. It is 6:23AM as I write this note, and at exactly 11:22AM, just less than 5 hours, I turn twenty. Which is disturbing. I’m old. Anyway, to further digress, I was originally going to write something involving the two principal characters of my teenagehood (although not my first characters by any means), Damien and Devas, but I couldn’t really come up with anything interesting to have them randomly do. Then I was going to focus on Edan and Chris is a potential excerpt from Broken Voices, a novel I’m attempting to work on, but it would have taken way more time than I can spare, and also they’re pretty much my newest characters, and this last writing of teenagehood is meant to be a tribute to that. And then, finally, I decided that I would write something Squell-centric. Mostly cuz I woke up at 4AM and knew I wasn’t getting back to sleep before 9, and also because RPing as Squall and Zell has been one of the bigger and best parts of my writing for the last four or five years. Not quite my entire teenage life, but considering at thirteen I only had one horrible, extremely over-the-top series idea and some hundred some characters, most of them based on me and my friends at the time, with a few unique main characters (this was the origin of Alisha, Melanie, Damien, and finally, Devas [as the ultimate evil...insert laugh here] and also some other not-so-important characters...and the basic origin of my massive ass idea involving the Children of Fate...but to avoid brain damage, I’ll leave it at that), and the only idea I could come up with based on that was a really horrible excerpt-esque deal involving the four above-named characters facing some apocalypse, and it just seemed...lame. So, here I am, writing this long-awaited (or at least long-waited) addition to the story of Squall and Zell in Crimson Skies. And since wasting any more time writing this note will severely lessen the chances of me finishing this post before 9:30 when I have to get ready to leave for classes, and I will NOT be continuing this post after 11:22 (warning: it may end abruptly, I’ll just pick up in a separate post either later tonight or, more likely, sometime tomorrow.) Oh, for reference, this is being written to The Open Door CD by Evanescence. Lots of really good songs. Quite taken by the first track at the moment, Sweet Sacrifice. Oh, and also Thirty Seconds From Mars's title CD, also much love there. Anyways, just so you know. And so, without further adieu, I bring you the last literary effort before the end of childhood. Unrest.
Unrest > Squall > Forgotten City (F-4..?)
A chaste kiss, brief contact between our lips. It’s not enough. Nowhere near it. He pulls away slowly, blond bangs falling across his face in wet shards, crystalline blue eyes with the faintest hint of sea green slowly peek between half-closed lids. He bites at the lower lip, tasting me there. Scarlet hue overtakes the tanned colour in his cheeks, a deep blush, and his eyes look away briefly, a look of innocence. A look of lust.
His words are cut short as I wrap my arm around him, arm across the shoulder, hand pulling at the material of the back of his T-shirt. I pull him close and all conscious thought on both our parts are cut off as I press my lips hard against him, tasting the cherry chapstick on his mouth and feeling an intense heat overcome me. His warm breath on my cheek, his hands reaching, one awkwardly feeling my back through the thin material of my shirt, the other playing across my neck, moving the thumb across the underside of my cheek, the fingers splayed, searching my face, the heat of his questing
hand finding a cheek, an earlobe, a nose, eyelid, the edge of a lip.
My hands explore him while our mouths merge, feeling his tongue against my teeth and open and allow him into me, tongues battling. The one hand stays clutched at his back, full of T-shirt, the other slides down his side, across the muscles in his arm, across the taut perfection of his chest, drifting off to briefly touch washboard abs, then drift back to the side and grab at the jean material of his upper leg.
Something between us cracks, all inhibition gone, and we become a tangle of limbs, searching mouths, driven by lust, by need. Too long has this passion been put off. Now, it consumes us both, willing players in this scene from some D-grade romance novel Rinoa would read. Even this thought, of her, fails to stifle the passion of the moment. She is gone, and while I loved her, briefly, as a sister, Zell and I are both still here. And I refuse, somewhere deep down, to break this moment together.
It may be our last.
My legs give out and we fall to the ground, a soft, ancient looking blanket salvaged earlier from the city’s ruins breaking our fall. I force a leg between his, increase the intensity of our kiss, and allow
my hands free roam of his body. He moans as I break the kiss and slowly move my mouth downwards, kissing the hollow of his neck, and his whole body arches underneath me and he lets out a guttural moan that causes his Adam’s apple to quiver appealingly, and I attack it, tongue tasting the pure, rich essence of the boy beneath me. He groans again as my hands lock over his wrists, holding him down. I return my lips to his own and take another taste, and release his arms and ease up on him. I break the kiss.
“Oh Goddess, Squall...”
“Shhh...we’re only getting started.”
With that, my hands reach for the loose material at the base of Zell’s T-shirt and I tug in away from me, allow him to arch his back to allow me to pull the garment off him as he finally realizes what I’m trying to do. The collar briefly catches on his chin, but I tug it free, pulling it over his head, off his arms. Blond hair falls at new angles, dryer than before, splitting into strands, over the wet locks his blond mane had previously been, stuck against his forehead.
I drink in the scene beneath me. In only jeans and a pair of black socks, shoes kicked off shortly after our fall, lay the blond Adonis I had wanted for the last four years. Flat, washboard stomach, well-defined chest, lithely muscled arms, all a well-tanned golden colour, A light dusting of hair along his arms, a slightly thicker patch of dark blond hairs beneath each arm; chest and stomach smooth. A tribal looking tattoo in dark purple, similar to that on his cheek, this one a rising sun, encircling his navel.
Perfection had a name, and it was Zell Dincht. Even Adonis would be given a run for the title of most
beautiful male in comparison to the boy I straddle beneath me.
I pin his arms again and press my lips against that shallow area of his throat, hear him moan my name, and continue southward, encircling the nub of his right nipple, let my tongue and teeth tease him and he moans even more, the flesh hardening. I let go of his arms and a hand immediately wraps in my hair, dark strands falling into my eyes. I shake my head enough to remove the wayward strands, and move my mouth to the left and continue my assault.
Beneath me, he quivers, and I move on, tongue sliding lazily across his taut chest, heaving heavily, down across tight abdominal muscles, tasting him. I dip my tongue into the indentation of his navel, and he squirms and pulls hard at the hair in his tight grasp, cursing.
I slowly remove my mouth from him, with great pains, and prepare for the inevitable next step. And then suddenly, I find myself, back-down, against the soft warmth of a blanket, the heat from Zell’s body, so shortly laying in this exact spot, warming me. Above me, my blond haired devil smiled, grinning.
“It didn’t seem fair you get to do all the exploring and torture me. Also, to still be fully clothed while you contemplate getting me fully naked. Oh no. You don’t get to see that yet.”
I struggle vainly against him, but he has me pinned, the illusion of dominance shattered. I go slack.
“Zell, I’ve already SEEN that. About an hour ago, swimming. Remember that? When you tried to drown me? And also check me out.”
His face twisted in thought for a moment, an image of adorable. “Oh yeah. Right. Yeah, still, you don’t get to TOUCH that until I get my fun. Tit for tat, bitch, and payback’s a bitch.”
I grin despite myself. “Zell, it’s not nice to call yourself names.”
He stares blankly for a moment above me, then mentally works out what the hell I’m talking about and glares. He grips the thin T-shirt that clings tightly to my form and yanks it, pulling it over my head and flinging it away. Now it’s his turn to stare, albeit briefly. And then, hands gripping my wrists against the blanket, he lowers his head and kisses hard, and moves his mouth in short order downwards, licking and kissing the same spot on my throat I had ravaged earlier on him. And now it was my turn to moan in ecstasy. His tongue set off nerves I didn’t know I had, each screaming pleasure into my brain. My Adam’s apple quivers and he turns his focus to that, and the bliss increases. My eyes roll back in my head and I moan his name and arch my back. With closed eyes, I neglect to see him slide down my chest. Although the feeling fails to escape my notice.
He laps first at one nipple, then the other, each hardening under his ministrations. Then his sweet tortures diverge from the ones I gave him as he slides his mouth against the sparse hairs of my underarm.
My eyes snap open and I stare down at his as he tastes the fresh sweat of the last seven minute’s action.
“I should probably be— ugh....disgusted at this but— oh goddess....it feels so fucking g—” The word is cut off by another moan and I stop talking and surrender to it. Zell removes his mouth.
“Yeah, it’s not quite as disturbing as I thought it would be, but from all that shaking, I’m thinking it
was worth it. Seeing you like that, all out of yourself, I would sell my soul for that.”
I nod slowly, recovering, and he smiles a shit-eating grin and returns his mouth to my stomach, clenched in delirium, and he runs his tongue across it, and into the shallow dip of my navel, lapping at it like a drop of dew in the desert. My eyes roll back again and I let myself go, moan and groan and scream his name and string together a sequence of expletives that wouldn’t make it into even a XXX movie. My entire body shakes and I feel Zell smile against my stomach. With hesitation, he releases me from this heavenly torment.
“Like that, eh?”
I pant something affirmative and go slack again as he releases my hands. I stare up at him, a faint and
much too rare smile gracing my lips, his face shining in a thin layer of sweat, and possibly drool, a line of wetness sliding down a cheek, across his neck, down his chest.
“So, where do we go from here...?
Spent, I collapse against him, my chest heaving, his deep breathing and my panting melding into one
overpowering sound, his chest rising and falling rhythmically beneath me. I slide off him, the slickness of sweat between us dripping, clinging. I roll over and around so that my face and his are side by side. With one last burst of energy, I kiss him softly, and then collapse beside him. Wrapped in his arms, we fall into a deep slumber, the most satisfying one since coming to this hell world, if not ever.
But even if my body is dead tired, my mind refuses to leave itself to peace, and so, I dream.
[The End of Childhood]
We sit there, across from one another, he on a chair, me on a couch in some vaguely remembered living room of somewhere long past, long forgotten. We stare at one another, an intense look that betrays our feelings. He licks his lips casually, almost subconsciously. I move to get up when a familiar form joins us.
The cocky blond saunters into the room and seats himself beside me on the couch. He looks between the two of us briefly and speaks. What he’s saying fades away, something about Guardian Forces and magic and fighting someone. I think I heard the word Hyne. Whatever it is he’s going off about, it falls away and I stare long and hard at Zell, and he stares back, occasionally flicking his glance back to Seifer. I break the stare as I get the feeling Seifer is about to ask me something. Dreams are good like that, despite not realizing that’s what this is.
“So, are you ready for it? We can’t hope to stop what comes if you’re not well prepared, you know.”
I nod half-heartedly, wishing I had paid attention. Something about some apocalypse I happen to
know nothing about.
“You can’t count on anything but yourselves in this fight. Guardians, magic, even your weapons, they won’t be there for you when you need them most. All you can put faith in is yourself, cuz at the end of the day, that’s all you have, ya know?”
I nod again, thinking to myself that Seifer spends way too much time with Raijin, he’s picking up that annoying habit of ending sentences with ‘ya know?’. Could be worse, I suppose. He could start speaking in one word sentences like Fujin. Albeit, yeah, the lady could speak normally when it counted, but pretty much she was a woman of few words. Actually, come to think of it, Seifer channelling Fujin would be a definite improvement to Seifer’s personality. I smiled at the thought.
“So yeah, now that you’re informed and everything, I gotta piss, be right back.”
And so the man rises from the couch, grey trench coat fluttering behind him as he walks out of the room. And before he even disappears from sight, Zell was up, across the room, and clutching at me, dragging me off the couch and onto the floor. His lips encapture my own and we meld mouths for tantalizing moments, knowing full well that the other blond plans to return in short order and we’ll more than likely be caught. And who knows what will happen then. The thought is in both our minds...and eyes....and yet, neither breaks the kiss, neither of us pull away. Then suddenly...
“Why should we care?” Zell pulls his mouth away from my own, gasping in another breath before speaking again. “I mean, we’re not little boys anymore. We’re not helpless, or innocent anymore. We’ve seen the end of childhood, those days are gone. We’re who we are now, not then. Our teenage years are gone, we’re adults now, in every right. We deserve this, we’re OWED this. Why should we care what anyone else thinks? All that matters is in your eyes, in your soul. You are my world, Squall. Don’t fight it, just let go.”
And with that, I return to a furious make-out session, forgetting everything, everyone, every----
I wake with a start. Dazed. Utterly confused. Something heavy, solid, distinctly not mine is draped
across my chest, an arm. Another person’s body lays pressed against my own, unfamiliar heat drifting off it in waves, steady, deep breathing on the back of my neck, lulling and terrifying at the same time.
What the hell?
I sit up, slowly, my whole body stiff and sore. Take in a few deep breaths of fresh air, try to figure out what the hell was going on.
Beside me, the sleeping form stirs. A smile breaks the boy’s face as he stretches casually and opens
“Mmmm, so it wasn’t a dream.” He purrs, adjusting himself and sitting up.”You look lost, Little Boy
“I—” My voice, thick from sleep, slurs. I clear my throat before trying again. “I’m fine....just...I
dunno, I guess a little lost. Strange dream.”
Zell looks over at me. “Were there hotdogs?”
I stare blankly at him, confused. I take a moment before answering him with an oh-so-intelligent
“....What?” What can I say, I’m a god of speech, remember?
“There’re always hotdogs in my dreams. Like tonight, I dreamt I was fighting Ultimecia with you ’n
Rin, and then she just randomly exploded into ash and hotdogs when I used My Final Heaven on her.” He paused before adding quickly. “Ultimecia, not Rinoa.”
I looked at him blankly, trying to decide whether to take this nutjob of a boy seriously or laugh at
him. The look on his face was too priceless though, and much too serious, by Zell’s standards, to be anything but honest.
“....You’re strange. And lemme guess, then you ate them.” I paused too. “The hotdogs, not the ash.
Or...” Another slightly more disturbed pause. “...Rinoa.”
He raised an eyebrow and then sheepishly grinned, face turning crimson. “Um....yeah.”
I stare blankly even harder then before. “Dude...that’s twisted.”
“Well, I was hungry. My Limits are draining, ya know. And i’s no use wasting perfectly good hotdogs.”
I raise an eyebrow again, seemingly a pattern in this very bizarre conversation we were having. “And
the cannibalistic underpinnings didn’t bother you?”
“....I didn’t think of it that way. I suppose if you look at it that way....” He trailed off and then
“What time ‘sit?”
He glanced out of our humble abode. “Still dark. And since when do you contract words?”
I shrug. “Hanging around you too much. I blame my lack of grammatically correct companionship.”
Zell rolls his eyes dramatically. “Uh huh.” He pauses. “Still tired?”
I contemplate it. While my sleep wasn’t quite so restful as peaceful, I didn’t want to go back to sleep.
Something about spending a moment without Zell’s amiable presence, even a dream substitute didn’t compare. I return to reality when he stares at me strangely and retort cleverly.
“After finding out you have cannibalistic tendencies...not sure.”
He sticks out his tongue, looking very much a child. “You suck.”
I look at him flatly. “This coming from the guy who imagines people exploding into random ash and
He punches me in the shoulder, fairly hard, and glares. “I don’t think I like you anymore.”
Now it was my turn to stick out my tongue and glare. He grins and just barely keeps from laughing.
“How could I hate a face like that?”
I roll my eyes, he laughs aloud.
“You’re so damned perfect, my Frostbound Prince.”
Again I roll my eyes. “Sure...”
“And so modest....” He grins and I sigh, lie back down, and roll on my side, away from him. “Hey you, no moping.”
“Sorry.” I sigh and turn back to face him. His face is a picture of concern. Then it cracks into a picture of amused.
“Damn right. You might be my Frostbound Prince, but I’m your blond Adonis, and from god to prince, be happy.” He pauses thoughtfully, thinking over his statement. “And also bow before my awesomeness, bitch.”
I stare blankly at him. “Or, you know, just bein’ happy’s good.” He nods, and I smile. How could I ever be depressive around him, ever? I turn back away from him, hiding the smile that crept back on my face. He growls at that and mopes. I turn back and his face lights up, and despite myself, mine does as well.
“So...” He swipes a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. “Whatcha wanna do...?”
I look into his eyes, a look of mischief in my eyes that catches in his own when I speak. “I’m sure we can think of something....” And proceed to cut off all future conversation as I pull him close and taste the cherry chapstick and warmth of his lips again; something I’m sure I’ll never get enough of. And then conscious thought just stopped.
OOC: Ended it with a minute before 9AM. Seems good to me. There’s a...missing scene between them exploring one another and...well, the end of that exploring. I didn’t actually write it, but if someone *cough*Rach*cough* is interested in that in-between scene, I’m sure I can be convinced to fill in the blanks. Just don’t expect too much, I don’t have much to go on. Anyway, hope everyone enjoyed, the dream sequence could have been a LOT better, and longer, but it was based on a dream I had, involving myself, my crush, and, disturbingly enough, my brother in the role played by Seifer. Luckily the dream ended before he came back into the room to see me making out with my own hot dude. Or unluckily, since the dream ended at all. Anyway, yeah, hope you enjoyed this last post of my teenagehood, my birthday present to myself, and, well, more awesome Squell goodness. Expect another post soon, since I think I’m back in the groove. ‘Bout damn time!
Oh, and for reference, the original scene, which I believe I shared MONTHS ago with some of you, involved a simple agreement between the two boys to hold off on what we did end up having until the next day, since they were both exhausted. It was much less dramatic and hot, but a bit more realistic and loving. But hey, this is my post, I get what *I* want. And yaoi goodness is my birthday present to me. Go me! ...yes, I’ll shut up now. Hope you enjoyed, tell me what you thought, how I can improve, etc. Might be jumping ahead that week next post, but being I say that at the end of every post, don’t
expect it. But fair warning, k? Much love and ice to yas all, hope this post was worth it. Expect more
(time completed: 9:07AM, October 4th, 2006— two hours and fifteen minutes before the end of childhood )