Hello Authors! Thank you Redrum and Clow'd 9 for giving me suggestions
about Chapter one! Oh and thank you for reviewing me! ^-^;
This chapter is a lotsa yaoi!
Enjoy!
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Chapter Two: Deep Emotions
I stepped out of the bathroom wearing my normal garments, nothing too fancy. As Irvine stood up, his eyes are fixed on my tightly fit white body suit that reveals my built chest and abdominal. I raised a curious brow and abruptly asked the sharpshooter, "Well are we going to this club or are you just going to stand there and gawk at me?"
Irvine just chuckled lightly at my crude question and shrugged it off, he knew by now that my inappropriate indecent attitude can get to me. The sharpshooter slid his hands down in the pockets of his beige trench coat and began to walk out the door that leads downstairs. "Come on bad boy, let's go to this club." Irvine yelled halfway down the stairs. A grin came across my lips as I followed behind him.
We arrived at the club; the bouncer welcomed both of us inside. Irvine and I proceeded over to the bar at a low speed just enough time for me to gaze briefly at the stranger's inside the club. I leaned against the edge of the bar counter and crossed my arms before looking over to Irvine, "Did you notice that every one in this club are men?" My tone of voice sounded a little ecstatic as I spoke to the sharpshooter. "Surprise!" Irvine murmured while a grin formed across his lips. I chuckled at Irvine and replied, "So this is what you meant by loosening up and having fun?" "Sure did Squall. Want a drink?" Irvine asked. "Hm alright, a martini would hit the spot right about now." I replied.
As Irvine went over to the other side of the bar to order a few drinks I gazed over all the attractive men dancing with each other and clearly having a good time. My gaze stopped at an individual who is alone and leaning against a wall in the corner of the room. I was shocked at how attractive and yet so familiar he was; my eye's followed his sexually desired body up and down absorbing in every detail.
Once my eye's had reached his I observed that they are covered with silver rimmed sunglasses and he is staring at me. He gripped the side edge of the sunglasses and pulled them off slowly revealing his rare piercing frosty blue eyes. Deep emotions of fear and sexual desire flowed through my body as I gazed into those piercing eyes. I hesitated as he rolled his tongue over the side edge of the sunglasses and gestured lust. {Damn it Squall, do not stare, do not stare, do not stare. Augh fuck it!} I argued with myself in a thought.
He slid the sunglasses in the back pocket of his low slung scarlet leather pants and paced over to me. As he approached, he asked me in that same alluring voice "The name's Vincent and you are?" I was astonished as I found myself staring at him and getting lost in a daze. "S-squall" I stuttered. Vincent grinned and asked, "Care to dance, Squall?" "S-sure" I cracked a nervous smile as I replied.
I followed behind Vincent over to the dance floor soon forgetting about Irvine. Vincent stopped in the middle of a large crowded area on the dance floor and turned around so we are facing each other. We started off with a few innocent move's just a step back and forth until Vincent had locked his hips with mine allowing our groins to push against each other. My emotion became rapturous as I felt sensual sensations when we made contact with each other's member. Vincent placed his hands on my hips as we continued the movements; his hands slowly moved down almost reaching my manhood.
Meanwhile Irvine returned with the drinks and looked around for me until he saw us out in the dance floor. The sharpshooter stood there in shock not being able to drift his sight elsewhere, his hands began to tremble as he lost grip of the drink's and the glass shattered at his feet. I turned my attention directly at the shatter and realized it was Irvine; I stopped dancing as my heart sank. Vincent looked to Irvine as well, an evil grin forming across his lips.
Without even speaking one word I began to strive over to Irvine, tears filling my eyes. Vincent halted me by gripping my right arm and pulling me close so his silver lips softly spoke in my right ear "I told you I was coming and here I am, Squall."
My heart skipped a few beats as I pulled away from Vincent and strived over to Irvine. The sharpshooter had already gone up to the rooftop before I could get to him. I followed Irvine up the stairs and reaching the top of the building.
Once I had gotten to the rooftop I gazed at Irvine who is sitting on the edge of the building, his sorrowful eyes staring up at the stars aimlessly. A beautiful gleaming shooting star passes along the black velvet sky and Irvine murmurs, "You didn't have to follow me." As I opened my mouth to speak the cold air rushed down my throat making it dry and hard to even murmur one word. My stomach is in the state of a sick feeling, as I knew how bad I had hurt Irvine. Irvine is silenced as well; his emotions are badly wounded by my vulnerable actions that I should have prevented. "Irvine. I-I'm sorry." I replied as I found the words that where lost in my mouth, a single tear trickled down the side of my face. {Why am I crying? I never had feelings like this with Seifer.} I thought to myself.
The sharpshooter's eyes softened as he watched my emotions finally stand out; he stood up and stepped in front of me slowly wiping off the tear with the tip of his index finger. I remained silent as I looked into Irvine's beautiful eyes that I admired so much. Without hesitating Irvine pressed his body against mine and softly kissed my lips. I wrapped my arms around the sharpshooter's waist not wanting to let him go.
Irvine pulled away from the kiss and said softly, "Let's go." I replied with a nod as Irvine and I walked downstairs side by side with our arms wrapped around each other's waist. As Irvine and Squall walked downstairs, Vincent appeared standing on the edge of the rooftop watching us walk away.
Irvine and I arrived back to my house. "Well aren't you going to invite me in?" Irvine grinned as that sentence allured out from his mouth. I knew what Irvine meant by inviting him inside but somehow I could not keep my focus on the sharpshooter because an image of Vincent remained in my mind. "Not tonight Irvine." I spoke as a sigh released from my lips. "Why not? Is anything wrong?" Irvine asked. "It's nothing, I just have a lot on my mind." I replied while closing the door and heading upstairs to my bedroom. I plopped down on my bed and stared up at the gray ceiling, I continued to have thoughts about Vincent.
I glanced over to the calendar hanging against the wall and did not even want to be aware of tomorrow is the day my mother passed away, Raine Leonheart. {I want my mother to be with me now so I can rest my head against her shoulder and she would comfort me in my hard times. What would I give for that moment? Tomorrow I will visit her grave.} I thought before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.
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Chapter Two: Deep Emotions
I stepped out of the bathroom wearing my normal garments, nothing too fancy. As Irvine stood up, his eyes are fixed on my tightly fit white body suit that reveals my built chest and abdominal. I raised a curious brow and abruptly asked the sharpshooter, "Well are we going to this club or are you just going to stand there and gawk at me?"
Irvine just chuckled lightly at my crude question and shrugged it off, he knew by now that my inappropriate indecent attitude can get to me. The sharpshooter slid his hands down in the pockets of his beige trench coat and began to walk out the door that leads downstairs. "Come on bad boy, let's go to this club." Irvine yelled halfway down the stairs. A grin came across my lips as I followed behind him.
We arrived at the club; the bouncer welcomed both of us inside. Irvine and I proceeded over to the bar at a low speed just enough time for me to gaze briefly at the stranger's inside the club. I leaned against the edge of the bar counter and crossed my arms before looking over to Irvine, "Did you notice that every one in this club are men?" My tone of voice sounded a little ecstatic as I spoke to the sharpshooter. "Surprise!" Irvine murmured while a grin formed across his lips. I chuckled at Irvine and replied, "So this is what you meant by loosening up and having fun?" "Sure did Squall. Want a drink?" Irvine asked. "Hm alright, a martini would hit the spot right about now." I replied.
As Irvine went over to the other side of the bar to order a few drinks I gazed over all the attractive men dancing with each other and clearly having a good time. My gaze stopped at an individual who is alone and leaning against a wall in the corner of the room. I was shocked at how attractive and yet so familiar he was; my eye's followed his sexually desired body up and down absorbing in every detail.
Once my eye's had reached his I observed that they are covered with silver rimmed sunglasses and he is staring at me. He gripped the side edge of the sunglasses and pulled them off slowly revealing his rare piercing frosty blue eyes. Deep emotions of fear and sexual desire flowed through my body as I gazed into those piercing eyes. I hesitated as he rolled his tongue over the side edge of the sunglasses and gestured lust. {Damn it Squall, do not stare, do not stare, do not stare. Augh fuck it!} I argued with myself in a thought.
He slid the sunglasses in the back pocket of his low slung scarlet leather pants and paced over to me. As he approached, he asked me in that same alluring voice "The name's Vincent and you are?" I was astonished as I found myself staring at him and getting lost in a daze. "S-squall" I stuttered. Vincent grinned and asked, "Care to dance, Squall?" "S-sure" I cracked a nervous smile as I replied.
I followed behind Vincent over to the dance floor soon forgetting about Irvine. Vincent stopped in the middle of a large crowded area on the dance floor and turned around so we are facing each other. We started off with a few innocent move's just a step back and forth until Vincent had locked his hips with mine allowing our groins to push against each other. My emotion became rapturous as I felt sensual sensations when we made contact with each other's member. Vincent placed his hands on my hips as we continued the movements; his hands slowly moved down almost reaching my manhood.
Meanwhile Irvine returned with the drinks and looked around for me until he saw us out in the dance floor. The sharpshooter stood there in shock not being able to drift his sight elsewhere, his hands began to tremble as he lost grip of the drink's and the glass shattered at his feet. I turned my attention directly at the shatter and realized it was Irvine; I stopped dancing as my heart sank. Vincent looked to Irvine as well, an evil grin forming across his lips.
Without even speaking one word I began to strive over to Irvine, tears filling my eyes. Vincent halted me by gripping my right arm and pulling me close so his silver lips softly spoke in my right ear "I told you I was coming and here I am, Squall."
My heart skipped a few beats as I pulled away from Vincent and strived over to Irvine. The sharpshooter had already gone up to the rooftop before I could get to him. I followed Irvine up the stairs and reaching the top of the building.
Once I had gotten to the rooftop I gazed at Irvine who is sitting on the edge of the building, his sorrowful eyes staring up at the stars aimlessly. A beautiful gleaming shooting star passes along the black velvet sky and Irvine murmurs, "You didn't have to follow me." As I opened my mouth to speak the cold air rushed down my throat making it dry and hard to even murmur one word. My stomach is in the state of a sick feeling, as I knew how bad I had hurt Irvine. Irvine is silenced as well; his emotions are badly wounded by my vulnerable actions that I should have prevented. "Irvine. I-I'm sorry." I replied as I found the words that where lost in my mouth, a single tear trickled down the side of my face. {Why am I crying? I never had feelings like this with Seifer.} I thought to myself.
The sharpshooter's eyes softened as he watched my emotions finally stand out; he stood up and stepped in front of me slowly wiping off the tear with the tip of his index finger. I remained silent as I looked into Irvine's beautiful eyes that I admired so much. Without hesitating Irvine pressed his body against mine and softly kissed my lips. I wrapped my arms around the sharpshooter's waist not wanting to let him go.
Irvine pulled away from the kiss and said softly, "Let's go." I replied with a nod as Irvine and I walked downstairs side by side with our arms wrapped around each other's waist. As Irvine and Squall walked downstairs, Vincent appeared standing on the edge of the rooftop watching us walk away.
Irvine and I arrived back to my house. "Well aren't you going to invite me in?" Irvine grinned as that sentence allured out from his mouth. I knew what Irvine meant by inviting him inside but somehow I could not keep my focus on the sharpshooter because an image of Vincent remained in my mind. "Not tonight Irvine." I spoke as a sigh released from my lips. "Why not? Is anything wrong?" Irvine asked. "It's nothing, I just have a lot on my mind." I replied while closing the door and heading upstairs to my bedroom. I plopped down on my bed and stared up at the gray ceiling, I continued to have thoughts about Vincent.
I glanced over to the calendar hanging against the wall and did not even want to be aware of tomorrow is the day my mother passed away, Raine Leonheart. {I want my mother to be with me now so I can rest my head against her shoulder and she would comfort me in my hard times. What would I give for that moment? Tomorrow I will visit her grave.} I thought before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.
