Disclaimer. Squaresoft owns all these guys and places. I don't mean to infringe you guys so........ just chill, eh??? Mr Writer is by The Stereophonics from the Album Just Enough Education To Perform, and was written by Kelly Jones (who has the sexiest eyebrows in rock!) and Marshall Bird. Damn good album guys, is you ever read this little note but Performance and Cocktails will always be my fave!

The Longest Road.

"But knowing him is all you want
And loving him is all you need.
His touch will mend your broken heart
And your wounds will no longer bleed."

Part of poem "For the love of Angels" By Nicola J. Wilcox.




Chapter Two; Relaxation.

A dusty and tired pair of SeeDs walked up to their shared room. They got some strange looks as they walked along the corridors but most of the students and SeeDs had found it in their hearts to accept Squall and Zell's tastes, even if there had been a few broken hearts.

As soon as they stepped in through the door, Zell bounded towards the shower, shedding clothes as he went. Squall dropped a random CD into the stereo and waited for it to play.

Looking up to see Zell looking at him with a faraway expression Squall tilted his head to one side. "What?"

"Nothing." And he returned his attention to the hot water cascading over his body.

As the gravel-on-velvet voice of Kelly Jones began to echo around the room Squall made his mind up on his next course of action.

"You line them up, look at your shoes. You hang names on the wall. Then you shoot them all."

Squall stepped into the shower behind Zell, his outfit lying discarded on the black carpet of the living room. "I didn't want the others to know what we'd been doing because our 'den' won't be a secret any more." He brushed his lips over the back of Zell's neck making him shudder. "You remember when we were kids?"

"Which part?"

"When we were about seven, you found a little clearing in the woods near the orphanage, the entrance was hidden by ivy so it was hard to see. You used to take me there when Seifer and I had fought." He traced a finger the length of Zell's spine and paused over his latest piece of body art, another tribal symbol across the base of his spine. Hidden within it's decadent loops and swirls was a tiny almost invisible shape. There, no bigger than Squall's thumbnail, was a stylised lions head. "Quisty threatened to tell matron Edea unless you told her that we went out every night, unless you told her where it was, so in the end we had to. After that, we never had any privacy. They were always hanging around out there. I didn't like it much....."

"You fly around in planes that bring you down to meet me who loves you, like no crash into the ground." Kelly continued. "Are you so lonely, you don't even know me but you'd like to stone me..... Mr Writer."

"Then the next summer, you were gone. And I had no one to help me against Seifer..... No one to help heal my wounds." Squall whispered into the velvet softness of Zell's hair. "Can we keep this den a secret for a little while longer?" Squall turned him round and trailed kisses from his navel to his neckline, pausing to pay particular attention to each hardening nipple. "Please?"

"Sure." Zell answered with a voice breathless and trembling.

Squall smiled again. He always knew which buttons to push with Zell, the hardness of his sex against Squall's wet thigh was evidence enough of that. With a fierce kiss and a tongue exploring familiar territory Squall's fingertips closed around Zell's erection, working it back and forth with the greatest tenderness. Leaving the martial artist gasping for breath, Squall drew his tongue from the corner of Zell's mouth to the clutch of pale blonde hairs around his strong length, tasting the alkalinity of soap suds, the saltiness of sweat and the lemongrass, orange and peach of Zell's natural taste. He kissed the tip.

Zell's breath caught in his throat as he was drawn into the most dangerous of places....., the lion's mouth. This side to Squall's nature always surprised him. The sudden and insatiable urge for sexual contact that appeared every now and then, more often than not, when he wanted something to go his way. Which was good for the both of them.

He lost all contact with his train of thought as he felt the heat of Squall's tongue against the throb of his need, curling around it like a python would it's helpless prey. The blossoming heat, urged on by a fingernail run along the inside of his thigh spread throughout his body like a supernova before concentrating into one single mass, exploding, the death of a sun, from his body.

Squall savoured every last drop.

Leaning back against the wall of the shower, Zell waited for his breathing to return to normal. "Fuck.... Squall..... that was...."

"Shush." Squall put a finger to his lips, silencing the blonde for a few heavenly moments. The CD had skipped onto a track called have a nice day. "Get dressed and we'll go... we'll make our way to the quad...."

Squall watched as the formerly annoying, now wonderful martial artist bounced into the other room to dress. He looked back and gave Squall a devil-may-care grin. "My turn tonight." He said, just low enough for the lion to hear.

"I'll hold you to that."

And over the PA system, Quistis announced that they would be lighting the bonfire and barbecue in a matter of moments.






Author notes.

Tell me, what do you think so far? In the next chapter, things are gonna start to go haywire. Should be up soon, just gotta type it up. Leave me some advice please, this is the first time I've done anything sexual in a fiction outside of my novel so I was wondering how you react to it. love peace happiness..................................................................................................................................whatever, ^_\^ the Darksquall (nicola.wilcox@talk21.com)