Two different POV’s. first a lion, then a chicken.

Zell: *glares*

Nik: A wonderful, gorgeous brave bishie.

Zell: *Grin* Now that’s better.

Disclaimer. They aren’t mine. They should be free to every one, but they aren’t. Pretend they are so I can give them to YOU! Even if it is only for the remainder of this fic.

WARNING *danger Will Robinson danger!* YAOI lemon. Fellatio in public and a nice pine wood table. Hey, you don’t like YAOI, guys doing guys? Go read a squinoa.

Dedicated to Zierra who wanted something with Zell in it.

Hope you like it, cuz I loved your “confessions” fic.

Smoke on the Water Part 2

I sat at a table in the darkest part of the room, with hands folded on the blue and white gingham tablecloth that spilled down the sides to brush the floor. The room felt remarkably warm or was that just me?

The cup of sweet coffee that sits in front of me is steaming hot, and as deep and rich as dark chocolate, if a little sweeter. I have a sweet tooth… It almost rivals Zell’s.

I hear a familiar voice call out my name and look up to see Seifer and Irvine. Irvine’s hair is quite damp.

“Where’s chickenwuss?” Seifer asked as he took the chair opposite the cowboy next to me. Then he winced in pain and stared at Irvine with that familiar angry gleam in his eye. “What the fuck did you do that for?”

“Huh?” Irvine asked him.

“You kicked me!”

“Didn’t.”

“Don’t be so childish, the pair of you.” I said as I nudged the one under the table who was stirring trouble. I felt a hand on my knee, and it moved up over my crotch, teasing down the zip of my fly. I couldn’t stop the faint cry of surprise from rising in my throat as someone took my sex into his hand, touching the hot tip of a tongue to it.

“Squall?” Irvine looked at me. He had one eye half closed, which meant he was curious

So this is what Zell had planned. Little show-off. He has to try and embarrass me in public every time we’re away from Balamb.

“What’s up Squall?” The cowboy asked.

I shook my head and mumble something about a stomachache. Seifer grins over to me and asks if I had the Egg Mayo too. I just nod and try to look a little less Squallish, which is enough to make them think I’m really ill.

Some guy in a garish red coat appeared, smiling like Selphie on coffee. This can’t be a good thing.

I closed my eyes when he started to speak, as Zell Dincht, kneeling between my legs underneath the table chose the exact same moment to run his fingers against my hardness again, harder than before… Just how I like it.

The faint scratch of denim told me he’d moved forwards, and the brush of his hot breath against my naked sex tells me this is going to be…. Unusual, that’s the only word I could think of. I was in a room with forty other people, half of whom I’ve know since I was five and some of whom I’ve known since before then.

And a certain blonde martial artist was about to blow me. So that was why he got me to pull my chair as far under the table as I could.

He ran his tongue from the base to the tip, sending those now familiar waves of pleasure through my whole system, and then he began to take me into his mouth, slowly.

Agonizingly slowly.

 A finger traced the same path his tongue just did and I struggled not to cry out. Really, he does test the limits of my silence so well.

He continued to draw me in between his lips, and I revelled in the delicious searing heat of him. One of his hands reached under my shirt to tickle my stomach lightly. I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying out, tasting the iron tang of blood against my teeth. I prayed to Shiva that he’d stop before I screamed out his name.

Somewhere through the haze of non-thought, I register one of the instructors calling out our dorm number with a couple more, and telling us to meet in the games room. “Ten minutes!” He calls. Another instructor speaks and everyone else stands to leave.

I grabbed hold of my cup of lukewarm coffee, not realising that it had cold while we had sat here.

Irvine asked if I was “coming with?” and I shook my head.

“I’ll finish my cup and be right there.” I said with a faint squeak and tremble in my words as Zell licked me hard. Me left hand snaked up to meet my throat, rubbing it softly as though it were sore. They move away, disappearing into an alcove, which kept the door hidden.

The latch clicked shut. They were gone.

I could fight it no longer, and called out his name. Which served only to double his efforts. His fingers squeezed, nipped, caressed and pinched me, and his tongue… oh Hyne his tongue. I managed to call out his name one more time before I completely succumbed to this hidden little sexual demon. My head snapped back, my hips snapped forward and he moaned against me as I came, helplessly.

When I had recovered enough to think, I pushed the chair away from the table and he followed me out, a fingertip wiping the corner of his mouth before he kissed me.

He tasted the blood on my lips as I tasted myself on his.

The hollow slap of flesh against flesh in slow mocking applause shattered the now stillness of the cold room and both Zell and I looked to the alcove….

To see Seifer and Irvine.

“Oh Shit.” Was all Zell could think of to say.

Squall almost giggled when I swore cursing the guardian of badly placed furniture and dark rooms, having stubbed my toe.  Squall almost giggling? Hyne it must be late

He kept close behind me as I pushed the door to the cafeteria open, I felt the warmth of his breath against the back of my neck.

I wouldn’t turn the lights on, but the coffee machine was another matter. It started to whirr, heating up the reservoir of water inside it.

I glanced back over to the table, to see Squall sitting on the end of it, legs swinging slightly, the moon streaming through the uncurtained window and catching upon his skin. As I neared, silently, I reached out to touch the alabaster whiteness of his absolute perfection. His eyes opened and he regarded me with a strange look, the hair that fell into his eyes as dark as a smudge of charcoal and I thought my heart would stop at the sight of him.

“I… I… It’ll take a few minutes to warm up.” I stammered, wondering how a guardian force had been born into a human body and sent here for me to… well. You know.

I think I almost caught a glimpse of a smile, but it was soon lost to the shadows that played across his face. “Maybe we could think of something to pass the time?”

I moved my hands to the cord that kept his robe tied, fumbling with the knot in my excitement.

And he sat there with complete patience, rolling back onto the bare wooden table as I finally freed the cord and pushed aside the thick cloth.

I bent my head to kiss his stomach lightly, flicking my tongue into the hollow of his navel whilst I stroked his sex. You know, Squall Leonhart owns absolutely no underwear? To have that thought in my mind as I kissed this ashen angel with dark hair and deep eyes was a bigger turn on than anything else I have experienced. I grew hard at the sight of him. He moaned softly under my ministrations.

“Can I?” I asked, knowing what the answer will be.

“Zell.” He whispered hoarsely as I ran my hands harder over his erection. “Fuck me.”

“With pleasure.” I growled and slipped out of my boxer shorts. Hell, I may sleep naked even in a room with five other guys, but I will not roam the halls without a little something for my modesty. Especially when there’s a girls dorm right across from ours.

He groped for the pocket of his robe, and I thanked Shiva and Quezacoatl that he thinks ahead, even if I don’t. His hands were cold as he rubbed something slick against me, leaving me moaning and thrusting slightly into his hands.

He threw the robe from the table, and stood to meet me, press his body against mine. I kissed him once.

I turned him sharply, forcing his stomach onto the bare cold wood of the old farmhouse table. Now I know why he chose this one to sit on. It was the only one without a tablecloth. “Kink.” I said softly and he glared at me from over his shoulder.

“You called?” He asked, and then moaned as I finally pushed into him. I allowed him no respite, forcing my self to the hilt, sheathed in the tight muscle of his body.

He didn’t realise that I would be quite so quick and I took him by surprise, he tightened around me. I reached around to touch him as I drove my hips forward, over and over; I was lost in the absolute pleasure of this. I realised then that I had been calling his name softly, and that his was almost…. Purring in pleasure.

My hand moves against his sex. His hips buck against mine, he comes swiftly, spilling over my fingers and it’s my name on his lips baby!

I cried out his name one last time, letting go of my orgasm, I rested against him for a moment.

He turned and embraced me, and I smiled against his chest, wrapping my arms around him.

I like to hold him like that.

“Coffee’s done.” He whispered and I looked over to the machine.

“Fuck the coffee.” I mumbled. “I know what I want.” And I kissed him again.

“It’s going to be a long night.” He whispered.

A/N

22 reviews for one smutty chapter… WAYHEY! I love you guys!

Thanks to all of you! *Glomps all of you!*

And to pixie, who chapter one was dedicated to, Of Course I love you!

And Xi, your suggestions are being considered… a lot. Usually when I’m at work. Cuz I get loadsa time to stand there and consider kinky bishies.

Thankyou all so much. I feel so validated.

Zell muse: *angry* Who did it?

Nik: huh? VAL_ID_AT_ED not violated…

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