Disclaimer. No they aren’t mine. If they were, everyone could play with them anyway. FCUK (French connection UK.) Isn’t mine either. Nor do I make any claim to team building courses, unless this happens….. ^_^

Warnings:

Slightly AU. All the characters of FF8 at an outdoor pursuits centre for team building.

I warn you that there is a novel use for climbing rope and a cheap plot device. And if you are a YAOI fan please skip the next bit and read the story. Subsequent chapters may be het, and a notice will be posted on those designating them as such. Seifer’s a kink. Ask anyone.

Seeing as some narrow-minded people believe YAOI is wrong and not cannon, and should not be published anywhere on the net, I am forced to warn you that this chapter has a little bit of sex, screwing, and awww to hell with it, two guys doing naughty rude bad things…. If you don’t like it, flame the damned thing, I mean I just write these things because I love to….

Smoke on the Water.

Chapter one.

The boathouse. (Also known as the chapter that proves Irvine’s a slut.)

Dedicated to Pixie518. Because of those that are narrow minded…. Hope this makes you feel better.

(Please read her wonderful work.)

Smoke on the Water Part 1

I knew I wasn’t going to like it from the moment I stepped off the coach. The strap of my bag was cutting into my shoulder, it was starting to rain and the stench of manure filled the air. I was disappointed to say the least. Fuu was at my side as soon as she stepped off the bus, looking remarkably untouched despite the five-hour journey that we had just undertaken.

“HOMEY.”

I hear the mirth in her voice as she looks up at the massive building before us. “Yeah. Whatever.”

“Ya sound like Squall, ya know?” Rajin observes with his usual tact and ever-popular phrase.

“You need to buy a thesaurus, ya know?” I mock him, but he knows I’m not serious, I’m just totally pissed off at the thought of spending ten days at place when I could be commanding the halls of Balamb, preventing any breach of discipline.

“Seifer Almasy?” Someone calls my name and I turn to see a perky young man with a clipboard in his hand. “Is that you mate?”

“No, I’m the tooth fairy.” I snap. “Why do you want me?”

“Just assigning your dorm. You’ll be in room 13. One of your room mates has the key already.”

“My lucky number…” But he’s already moved on and doesn’t catch the sarcastic remark. I’m disappointed to find that Rajin isn’t in my dorm as the strangely energetic man asks them their names and gives them a room in return.

Someone jumps up onto a low wall near the space where the bus pulled up. “Can I have your attention please?” Most of my ‘colleagues’ just plain ignored him, but I felt sorry for the poor sod. I nodded to Fuu.

“QUIET!” She cried loudly and everyone obeyed. When you don’t listen to Fuu, you’ll be lucky to come off with a bruised shin… Hell, if you get off that lightly, it means she likes you.

The stranger smiled thankfully and nodded. “Seeing as your headmaster didn’t book enough rooms, it’s going to take us a while to get you all settled in. Those of you who have been assigned rooms will be taken to them so you can put all your stuff away and then you’ll be given some time to yourselves. Those of you who haven’t been given rooms, stay here and we’ll see what we can do.”

I roll my eyes and followed the crowd into the house, wrinkling my nose in disgust when I realised the smell was as bad in here as outside. Fortunately, it seemed to stop by the time we reached the second floor where the first dorms were.

On a glossed white door I found a pair of brass numerals, indicating that I have found my room. The three had a screw missing and was hanging upside down. “Start as you mean to go on. What a dump.” I pushed the door open.

Zell looked over at me from atop one of the bunk beds and groaned. “You’re in this room too?”

I gave him the two-fingered salute and drop my bag. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be in here… Pretty light and there are enough beds to sleep six of us. And it’s warm.

I grabbed the bottom bunk of the beds nearest the door, easier to escape in the night that way. As I dropped the holdall onto it I heard a faint voice say. “I hope you don’t snore Almasy.” I looked over the raised side of the top bunk to see Squall lying on his stomach on the white cotton sheets.

“You should know.” I whispered lowly, so only he can hear me.

There was the faintest touch of a smile around his eyes, even if it doesn’t reach his lips.

The door flew open and in walked an auburn haired cowboy. “Hey Almasy!” He grins. “Looks like I’m with you guys.” He walks past me to take the bunk below Zell’s and was followed by some more students, neither of whom I recognise.

We all unpack in silence, slipping what we can into the small drawers and cupboards. The two strangers disappear as soon as they can, not able to stand the oppressive and hostile silence between Zell, Squall and myself. Irvine moved across the room towards me, looking quite fed up of us already.

“Hey Seif, you wanna go and grab some lunch? I’m sure they gotta be serving something by now.” I glanced up at Zell who hasn’t taken his eyes off me since I chose this bunk below Squall’s.

I nodded and stood, and we set off to find the cafeteria.

Which was easier said than done. 

By the time we actually did find it, most of the hot food had gone, and all of the seats were taken. So the cowboy and I ended up just grabbing a couple of sandwiches, an apple each and a can of soda before heading back out.

We found our way to the lake, or more precisely, the boathouse at the edge of the lake.

One of the wonderfully bright instructors had forgotten to lock it, and we were thankful for that. By the time we got down there it was raining and we were already soaked through. His hat blew off as we got to the door and he had to chase it along the dock, then watch dejectedly as it hit the water. Then he made the mistake of leaning out, trying to get it.

The sight of his arse sticking up in the air really was too much to bear. With only the gentlest of pushes, he went tumbling head over heels into the ice cold water of the lake.

Looking back, I don’t think I should have done it. 

When I’d managed to stop laughing and pulled him back onto the dock, we made it into the boathouse.

The cowboy dropped to the wooden floor, leaning against the red plastic shell of a kayak, eased himself out of his sopping coat and draped it over another of the small plastic boats. I suddenly wished he hadn’t worn a white tee-shirt, especially not one with ‘F C U K’ emblazoned across the chest. The cotton clung to his chest,

I threw the small brown bag with his lunch across to him and he caught it gracefully, dropping it onto his lap with a faint rustle. He glared at me in silence, if looks could kill, I’d have been six feet under.

“Sorry.” I said between fits of laughter but I don’t think he believed a word of it. Tossing the rest of my cob into the bag, wondering when egg mayonnaise had started containing concrete, I picked up the ruby red apple. It’s skin shimmered with the tiny amount of wax I knew was there, but it looked too good to resist.

The slight crunch as I bit into it jarred my teeth and the juice ran down into my mouth. I discovered it was a cider apple, and was so sweet it made my teeth ache. The gentle acidity made my lips tingle. I closed my eyes. Why was it everything seemed so much better in those lingering minutes after I had attained a small victory over someone?

The tingle in my lips suddenly gained more clarity as I felt something move against them. Then something tried to push my lips apart, Irvine was kissing me.

My eyes shot open and I pushed him away from me. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Well, you looked like you were enjoying it so much, I wanted a taste.”

I held out the apple for him. “You could have just asked for a bite you know.”

There was a slight sensation of pain as he grabbed the wrist of the arm I was holding out to him, and I looked up into his eyes as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “I didn’t mean the apple.” His eyes narrowed on me…

And I realised how it felt to be a gyshal green in front of a very hungry Chocobo.

He kissed me again, holding my wrists so I couldn’t push him away again.

Not that I would have tried.

His still wet thigh pressed suggestively against my groin, the dampness seeping through my own jeans and contrasting harshly with the dull throbbing heat of my sex. “I want revenge….” He mumbled into my mouth. He pushed my jacket off my shoulders and almost ripped the buttons off my jumper in his haste to get to my bare skin.

The dull throb of my sex roared into full force as he began to lick and bite my collarbone. He looked up at me as he felt the strain of my erection against the constriction of my clothing.

“You want me, don’t you?”

My breath catches in my throat. How must I look right now? The scourge of Balamb garden so turned on he can’t even speak let alone tease back.

“Tell me you want me.”

I met his violet gaze with my deep green one, thinking back on the lonely nights since I broke up with my last partner, thinking of how even my own touch had not satisfied me. “I want you.” I growl. “Fuck me.”

He took hold of both of my wrists in one hand, the smirk spreading across his handsome features was one to rival my own in those moments of my triumph. But this moment was his…

He looked about, searching our surroundings for something I could only imagine. The smirk transformed into a grin as he spotted something, I tried to twist my head up to see, but his free hand grabbed my chin and pulled me back down into a kiss that could have melted Shiva.

As he kissed me, he freed my hands momentarily as he unbuttoned my fly, then commanded me to do the same to him. Within a few moments, I was naked, sitting on the polished wooden floor beside the door, which I had bolted. He slipped off his clothes languorously, tortuously slowly. Finally, naked save for the sexiest of smiles I had ever seen, he stood over me.

“Go on.” He prompted. And I took his half hard sex into my mouth, feeling his response with pleasure. “Close your eyes.” He commanded and peeled my hands away from him. Too lost in the taste of him and too caught up in the moment, I didn’t notice what I thought were his fingers tighten around my wrists, pulling my arms up above my head. “Stop.” He said as I felt the first twitch of his length, telling me how close his was to his peak.

“I was considering leaving you here, but you look too good an opportunity to pass up.” His voice was soft and full of barely restrained lust.

I looked up and found my arms bound with the lurid thick colours of a strong but narrow rope that had been designed for climbing purposes. The cord linking the two had been passed through the metal circle that passed for a handle and I was at his mercy.

I felt my own sex twitch with renewed desire. A small slice of fantasy was being forced upon me, and I liked it.

“Seifer, I believe you’re as bad as me.” He whispered with a smile as he knelt before me. He pulled me up onto his lap, pulling on the bonds that held me.

I wrapped my legs around him, crying out his name when he pushed himself into my body. He didn’t even give me time to adjust, before thrusting slowly into my body. “Harder, please…”

“I’m not your first.” He whispered with his eyes closed. “I should have guessed. “Who was it? Dincht?” The name was punctuated with a sharp thrust, forcing his whole length into me before with drawing again. “Nida?” Thrust, even harder if that was possible. “Leonhart?” Once again and even more violent. I cried out. “I thought so.”

My chest burned hotter than a firaga attack, and my sex rubbed against the tone of his stomach. With a shuffle he forced my back against the wall, pulling my legs higher. Keeping one hand on my hip to steady him as he continued to force himself into my body, he wound his free hand around my sex, pumping to mimic the feel of my body constricting around his own sex.

I’d lost my voice in the last cry, wordless sounds were the only sounds that came from my throat, and as his sex finally found that place in me that made my world come crashing down around my ears, I gave in to orgasm, feeling that final tension leave me in a rush.

With a soft moan, and a rush inside my body, he joined me in the throws of ecstasy.

He leant against my chest staying there for a full five minutes.

I finally found my voice and the first thing I could say was: “next time cowboy, I’ll hog tie you.”

Author’s notes.

Did I write that?

I honestly can’t believe I wrote that.

Pixie, this one is for you. Sorry you didn’t really get to pick the pairing, but I changed it a lot after reading your latest wonderful offering and decided to rewrite the whole thing. And you deserve some major praise after accepting those reviews so gracefully.

All other readers, this is one fic I will continue when I have updated my other fics. I enjoyed this too much to let it lie…. Infact, I have some inspiration for the next chapter… I see…….. more characters, but not the ones’ I’m used to writing,

^_^

Zell: Thanks people, please leave a review?

Seifer: Hey I starred in this so get your own damned fic.

Zell: If I know Nikki, I will do soon. *huggles author.*

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