Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Make It Burn ❯ 2 ( Chapter 2 )

"Just stay. For one night, okay? Just one night."

Sighing, Laguna gazed down at Irvine, looking very much like a lost child in his arms. He looped an arm around the Galbadian's waist, pulling the lankier man to him, and kissed him softly, deeply. Melting into the kiss, Irvine made a sound low in his throat, and Laguna's heart went out to him. He sounded so alone, so desperate. Laguna wrapped him in his arms, half out of passion, half because he wanted to comfort the Galbadian. "Okay."

Irvine was about to ask what had changed his mind when at that moment, there was a light knock on the door. Pulling away reluctantly, Irvine pressed a finger to Laguna's lips. "Hold that thought," he said, mask already back in place, though his eyes remained raw and wounded. Walking quietly to the door, he opened it just a crack, remembering who was in the Estharian hotel room with him. Laguna looked on from the bed.

Thanking and generously tipping the concierge, Irvine closed the door again and stalked predatorily on long, leather-clad legs toward the bed, shaking his hair back. In his hands was a small bowl, a wooden handle sticking out of it.

"What's in the bowl?"

Irvine smiled wickedly, schooling his face back into the teasing mask. He was determined to enjoy this. "I'm hungry," he breathed, crawling onto the bed and moving over to Laguna. Stretching across the older man, Irvine placed the small silver pot on the bedside table.

Irvine leaned over and ghosted his lips across Laguna's own, toying with the older man. A hand fisted Irvine's hair and a hot mouth claimed his forcefully, lips, teeth, and tongue ripping through his facade and finding the real Irvine underneath; needful, desperate. Laguna held Irvine to him with strong, gentle hands, like velvet over vice-grips, refusing to let him go. Releasing him suddenly, Laguna gasped breathlessly into Irvine's mouth, "You don't have to pretend. Not tonight."

Rocking backwards and straddling Laguna's thighs, Irvine let his hands fist in his shirt. "I always have to pretend."

Laguna watched Irvine warily, undeniably turned on by the slim, half-nude man, but unsure where this was heading. Leaning down for a brief kiss, Irvine's hands worked at Laguna's shirt with expert precision. Laguna sat up, both to allow Irvine to remove his shirt and to better capture his lips in a warm, passion-filled kiss, flicking his tongue inside.

Breaking off with a small moan, Irvine let his hands run down Laguna's chest, eyes following. He trailed his fingertips across chiseled abs, teasing the trail of hair at his navel that disappeared into the waistband. Flicking one wrist deftly, Irvine unbuttoned Laguna's pants and slid them partway down his hips.

Laguna trembled under the younger man's touch, both aroused and uncertain of what to do, but wanting to give the boy what he needed. He had only had one other sexual experience with a man, and he was fairly sure Irvine had something to do with that event, too. He watched Irvine's fingers with wide eyes as they dipped low, lower still, cupping him over his boxers. He writhed at the touch, mouth slack, Irvine's talented hand massaging him oh-so-gently, sending shivers up his spine.

Bucking up into Irvine's palm, he allowed the honey-haired man to slip his pants down past his hips. Shifting so he could get them all the way off, Irvine leaned down and captured that gasping, sinfully delicious mouth in a searing kiss, heat transferring between them almost tangibly. Slipping his tongue inside, Irvine tasted and explored Laguna, a wounded sound low in his throat. Laguna closed his eyes tightly, concentrating on the kiss and ignoring the despair hidden in Irvine's every action, like the Galbadian obviously wanted him to do. He reached up and brushed fingertips lightly over the younger man's cheek, a sign of comfort and acceptance that Irvine appreciated. Hooking his fingers in blue boxers, Irvine slid them down slim legs. Laguna jerked slightly when his overstrained cock was fisted, his own hands tangling in Irvine's long wavy tresses, pulling him down to further secure their fused mouths together.

Irvine whimpered as Laguna gently tugged on his hair, the faint noise stirring something inside of the older man. Using his weight, Laguna pressed Irvine down into the comforter, covering the thin body with his own, resting between Irvine's legs. He thrust once, twice, grinding his naked erection against Irvine's leather-clad one, hoping and succeeding to make the boy beneath him whimper again, forgetting everything except what was going on between them. Breaking off the heated kiss, Laguna let his tongue trail over Irvine's chin and down his neck, lapping at the sweat and salt there. Raising up to crouch between Irvine's spread legs, the president tugged at his leathers, one hand slipping inside and playing with the skin of Irvine's hip.

Irvine got the idea, and quickly unzipped his pants, sliding them quickly, awkwardly down his long legs. He wore nothing underneath. Laguna took a moment to sit back and admire his soon-to-be lover, hands caressing Irvine all over. Impatient, Irvine sat up and claimed Laguna's mouth in another kiss, pushing on his shoulders with his fingertips until the man was splayed out on the bed, Irvine straddling him again. Reaching back and picking up the bowl, Irvine opened it to reveal its contents.

Inside was a soft tan liquid, not particularly hot, but just warm enough to the touch to be pleasant. A sweet scent filled the room.

"Caramel?"

Irvine nodded, picking up the wooden handle and stirring it around a bit. "I remember, last SeeD banquet at the palace, that you particularly liked anything with caramel. Want a taste?" he offered, holding a wood-handled brush to Laguna's lips.

Hesitating, Laguna asked, "Why a brush and not, say, a spoon?"

Irvine smiled genuinely, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "So I can do this." He brushed the liquid lightly across Laguna's lips, then bent down for a soft, openmouthed kiss. The glaze coated both their lips, and when Irvine dipped his tongue inside, Laguna moaned deeply, savoring the taste. There was something so erotic about the caramel flavor mingling with Irvine's own.

Raising up, Irvine dipped the brush back into the silver coffer. "So that's why," Laguna breathed, thoroughly aroused. He watched the lanky, beautiful man swirl the syrup around before wiping the excess along the rim. He poised the brush above Laguna's chest and let the liquid drip down, watching it spiral towards smooth, firm flesh. The warm, sticky glaze created a tiny pool between his pectoral muscles, and Irvine was quick to lap it up. Laguna gasped at the movement.

Irvine 'mmm'-ed for a moment, closing his eyes, savoring. "You like?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," Laguna breathed out, gaze locked on Irvine's.

A wicked gleam entered Irvine's violet eyes. "Then you'll really like this." He dipped the brush into the pot once more, and scooted further down Laguna's legs. Letting the brush hover over Laguna's groin, he let the liquid spiral down onto the tip of his fully hard cock.

Laguna's hands fisted into the sheets below him, mouth parting at the feel of the warm glaze sliding down his shaft. Irvine lowered the brush onto his length, painting until it was completely covered in the sticky, sugary goo. Laying the bowl and brush next to them on the bed, Irvine arranged himself between Laguna's legs, mouth positioned above his straining cock. He parted his lips slightly and let his eyes roll up to meet Laguna's, hovering for just a moment.

"Oh, please," Laguna pleaded, his hands coming up to gently run through Irvine's hair. "Please." His voice was barely a whisper, thick with lust.

Smiling ever so slightly, Irvine let his tongue flick out and taste the head. Laguna's own tongue peeked out, licking his bottom lip, head falling back. He felt more than saw Irvine's mouth engulf the tip of his cock, and his body shuddered at the contact. The lips moved achingly slow down his shaft, tongue sweeping across to lap up the caramel expertly. Clutching at Irvine's head, Laguna urged him onward, biting his lower lip not to come right then and there.

Sucking hard, Irvine relaxed his throat, taking all of Laguna in his mouth and clamping his lips around the base. Reaching out with one hand, he dipped two fingers into the bowl, and brought them to Laguna's lips. Releasing the thick shaft with an audible pop, Irvine ordered, "Suck."

Obeying, Laguna took Irvine's fingers into his mouth, sucking and laving them with his tongue. Irvine mimicked Laguna's actions on his cock, taking the head back into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. With his free hand, he parted Laguna's legs further and massaged his balls, urging him to come.

Once again Laguna obliged the sharpshooter, crying out harshly around his fingers as he gripped Irvine's head, pumping into his mouth. Irvine greedily lapped it all up, thoroughly cleaning him. Panting, Laguna let go of Irvine and just lay there, staring at the ceiling. The starbursts in front of his eyes were gradually fading away, leaving him nearly breathless.

Propping himself up, Irvine looked at Laguna coyly. "Good?"

Laguna smiled softly, shaking his head. "No."

"No?"

Twining his hands in the butterscotch hair, Laguna sighed as Irvine turned into the caress, rubbing his face against the back of his hand. "It wasn't good. It was phenomenal," Laguna reassured.

Irvine's eyes slid dangerously until he regarded the raven-haired man with a wicked, heavy-lidded stare. Arching up, he lightly kissed Laguna's lips and rubbed against him, purring deeply. Gasping at the contact, Laguna responded in kind, wrapping his legs around Irvine's thin hips and bucking against his rock-hard erection.

Laying tiny kisses all over Laguna's exposed neck, Irvine growled into his ear, "Ready for more already?" Licking one wet line up his neck and taking an earlobe between his teeth, he almost missed Laguna's answer.

"Oh Hyne yes..." came out like a caress against Irvine's skin. Moving to join his mouth with Laguna's, he slid his tongue inside and let the older man taste himself. Laguna jumped a bit, startled, but growled appreciatively into the kiss, hands still twined in Irvine's hair.

Smiling against his mouth, Irvine flicked his tongue out and traced Laguna's lips before kissing him again. Lifting up, Irvine swung them both until Laguna hovered over him on the bed. "Shut up and just fuck me."

"Irvine..." Laguna's face grew serious as he cupped Irvine's head in his hands. For a moment neither said anything as Laguna searched Irvine's violet eyes, breaking down his carefully constructed walls yet again. There was something about Laguna's warm gaze that made Irvine trust him. He looked up at the older man, letting the fear, the pain, every emotion he had, flood his eyes. Also among them was lust, passion, and need.

Brushing back a few wayward curls, Laguna said softly, "You need to be loved, and I don't know if I'm the right person to do that." He kissed Irvine's swollen mouth tenderly for just a second. "I do promise this; I'll try. It's all I can give you at the moment."

Nodding, Irvine drew Laguna back down to him, wanting to lose himself completely in the sweet-smelling skin and sympathetic embrace. Laguna cradled Irvine to him, and let all the desire he held for the young man bleed through in his kiss, in his embrace. Every touch, every thought was directed toward Irvine, to show him just how much he was wanted, by Laguna.

Mewling desperately, Irvine answered every caress with one of his own, an answering touch to thank the older man over and over, for not chastising or pitying him. They explored each other's bodies with open passion, touches both gentle and firm, until Irvine was mindless with pleasure. He writhed beneath Laguna wantonly, biting his lip and running his fingernails down the smooth back.

When he thought he could hardly take anything more, Irvine prodded Laguna to take a brushful of the sticky caramel glaze. Moving down the nude, lanky body that turned him on more than anything of recent memory, Laguna obliged and positioned himself between Irvine's splayed-out legs, spreading them wide and coating two fingers on his free hand.

Pushing inside, Laguna let the extra glaze on the brush drizzle down onto Irvine's cock, lapping at the tip as he stretched him. Irvine bucked underneath, moaning prettily, his fingers running through the long strands of Laguna's dark, glossy hair. Grabbing handfuls, he rose up and kissed Laguna fiercely, pushing his tongue inside and claiming his mouth as his own, needful, loving the taste of himself on Laguna's tongue.

Discarding the brush, Laguna held the back of Irvine's skull as they kissed, the Galbadian fucking his fingers with a roll of his narrow hips. Laguna was hard-pressed to remove them, but his cock throbbed, wanting desperately to be inside that tight heat. Fingers moving away, he shushed Irvine's growl of protest with his mouth, biting lightly at his bottom lip. He pulled the cowboy down to meet him on the bed, the tip of his cock rubbing against the crack of his ass.

Irvine shifted impatiently, wriggling until Laguna was poised at his entrance. Rocking his hips upward, he had almost impaled himself when iron hands gripped his hips and forced him back down. Looking up in surprise, Irvine nearly came at the fierce look in Laguna's eyes, the older man's mouth curling up dangerously. "You want me to fuck you, right?" he all but hissed, fueling Irvine's desire. "I'll fuck you when I'm damn good and ready."

It was all too much. Gasping, the Galbadian felt his cock twitch at the words, hardening even more when his partner lowered his head and licked up the side of his neck before taking an earlobe in his mouth, sucking hard. Irvine fisted Laguna's loose hair and jerked his head back, exposing a long, slender throat. Attacking it voraciously, the singer murmured low in his ear, "You better fuck me _now_, Mr. President, before I come all over you." He punctuated this with a buck of his hips, the head of Laguna's cock momentarily sliding inside, electrifying him.

This was all the encouragement the Estharian president needed. Settling his weight on top of Irvine, he sank inside and stilled. The honey-haired man beneath him let out a strangled, plaintive cry and undulated his hips, urging Laguna to move. With his hands next to Irvine's head on the bed, Laguna leaned down and licked across his lips before kissing him slowly, sensuously, moving his hips suggestively in the pace Irvine was setting.

Impatient, crazy with desire, Irvine pushed Laguna back and scrambled into his lap, not once breaking contact. Laguna held Irvine's body to him as the Galbadian slid down, impaling himself on Laguna's more than ready cock. Both men cried out, Irvine swallowing Laguna's with a hard kiss, tongues tangling. Wrapping his arms about Laguna's shoulders, Irvine began a slow and steady motion, rising halfway off Laguna's cock and sliding back down, impaling himself over and over. Laguna joined in, rocking his hips upwards, his entire length buried deep within the Galbadian; Irvine threw his head back and cried out.

Rapidly increasing the pace, the pair fell into an artless rhythm, falling into and onto each other almost desperately. Irvine's hands clawed at Laguna's back, fingernails digging in, adding to the sensations already rippling through his body. Laguna closed his eyes and did as he had promised, loving Irvine the best he possibly could, letting the boy in his arms just feel. It was absolutely incredible.

Irvine was close, he could feel it. His legs, wrapped around the small of Laguna's back, tightened their hold, heels digging into the firm flesh of Laguna's backside. The way the older man kept pistoning into him forced the tip of his cock against his prostate, making Irvine cry out rhythmically in pleasure. His own throbbing cock was held prisoner between their bellies, being rubbed torturously between the two of them.

Near the brink, Laguna wanted to bring Irvine over with him. He lay the Galbadian down on the bedcovers, leaning over him while still thrusting into his body. Irvine was feral beneath him, growling and moaning, urging him faster and harder and oh fucking Hyne, he felt so good wrapped around Laguna's cock. Letting go completely, Laguna pounded into Irvine, precariously slipping further over the edge with each thrust. His orgasm was coming, he could feel it behind his eyes and in his groin, balls tightening with the impending climax. Gritting his teeth and squinching his eyes shut, Laguna thrust faster, faster, harder, faster, Irvine's breathy commands urging him on.

Finally tipping over the brink, Laguna came, shoving hard inside Irvine; once, twice, hands white-knuckling narrow hips almost painfully. Irvine's shouts turned into a wordless scream as he also came, fingers digging into Laguna's forearms as his back arched off the bed.

Heart pounding and breath ragged, Laguna collapsed on the bed beside Irvine, gathering the younger man in his arms. Irvine let himself be held, for the moment lost in the sensations of coming down off an amazing high. He lay his head on Laguna's chest and listened to his heart slow gradually from the breakneck pace it had been pumping at. He wanted so desperately to pretend that it was Squall's body he was pressed against, Squall's chest he lay on, but the strands of long, ink-colored hair in his vision betrayed his fantasy. Irvine bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly. He wasn't-- he couldn't-- not here and not now, dammit!

Laguna sighed as he stroked Irvine's back, sated and oddly happy. He wasn't surprised when he felt a warm wetness on his shoulder, dripping down and creating lines of moisture on his already-sweaty chest. He tightened his hold on Irvine and whispered soothing words into his ear, while the former sharpshooter cried himself to sleep.

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Blinking into bright morning sunshine, Irvine stretched languidly in the bed. The very large, very empty bed. Wincing at the pain between his thighs, Irvine couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself and his actions last night. Seducing his ex-lover's father, of all people! No wonder Laguna left, even Irvine'd want to get away from himself if he could.

In the middle of his silent, angry rant, Irvine heard a loud snore. Looking wildly around the room, he couldn't locate the source of the noise, until he peeked over the far side of the bed.

There Laguna lay, naked as the day he was born, sprawled over half the covers on the floor next to the bed, which he obviously must have fallen off of sometime during the night. He let out another loud snore, this one louder, and Irvine couldn't help but crack a smile. He briefly considered waking the peacefully slumbering man, but couldn't bring himself to interrupt what appeared to be a pleasant dream, as Laguna was mumbling contentedly in his sleep. The Galbadian slid off the bed soundlessly, taking the covers with him, and curled up next to Laguna on the floor, covering them both, intent on watching the older man until he woke. A hand reached out, pulling Irvine closer to Laguna's side.

"Irvine..."

Looking up, Irvine saw that Laguna's eyes were still closed, rolling behind his eyelids in the throes of REM sleep. Laguna was dreaming about him...

Smiling softly to himself, Irvine placed his head on Laguna's shoulder and fell back asleep, comforted for the first in a very long time.

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Owari.