Chapter 2: My first love

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My First Love by Avant

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After returning to the garden, Squall and Rinoa separated temporarily, Squall heading to his old room, while Rinoa went to find and check on somethings. Which they both found harder then expected to do, they could barely get 2 feet from each other because of the 4 year wait for their return, they were instantly bombarded with excited students at the door.

Squall didn't exactly feel like it and voiced his feelings about it immediately in the most forceful way he could think of saying it, forcing everyone to leave him alone and clear out of his way. He was severely tired, he'd probably pass out for a few days if he was left alone, and parts of him still hurt from battle, the last thing he want to do was deal with people.

Nida had informed him that all of his friends made it back safely, more or less, so that he wouldn't have to worry about it, and he didn't. After all of that time he finally didn't have anything to worry about or do, if he did there was no way in hell he was doing it right now.

And it felt great, he never thought doing nothing would feel this good.

'Griever? Why did you come back with me?' Squall finally asked as he was falling face first in to his bed back at his dorm, after checking to see if everything was as he left it last of course.

(……I'm not sure.) Griever didn't sound as if he was thinking about it much. Maybe he was tired of being alone, maybe he just missed Ifrit. In reality Griever never left, he'd been junctioned to Squall for whoever knows how long with out neither of them, or at least Squall, not knowing. Which would explain a few things.

Silhouette, of a perfect frame,
Shadows of your smile, will always remain (Will always remain).

Squall had a memory he could barely remember, he never thought of it anymore and gave up on thinking of it a long time ago. All he remembered about it now was that it involved Griever, which would explain his ideology on the GF, and the ring that held some sentimental value as well as the chain he hardly ever took off unless he had to. Despite his long since giving up on the memory he wished he could have remember what it was now.

Or he could ask Griever about it, as of now that memory seemed like only a dream, maybe if he asked Griever...no….he wasn't up for it right now and he doubt Griever would be either assessing the previous answer he'd gotten from a question. Especially since the GF just unjunctioned himself, opting to be alone for the time being.

Ifrit unjunctioned himself also, appearing above Squall who had settled on to back and didn't appear as if he would be getting up soon. They looked at each other, "I didn't think I'd see this place again." Ifrit said with relieved sigh, he hadn't become attached to this place, on the contrary he though the room was much to small for his liking. But...he did have a sense of familiarity, since this place was so tied in with Squall.

Squall only gave him a small smirk, almost mocking him, one of the most powerful GFs in the world had become attached to one place he didn't even and one person, a human no less.

Beginners love, soon fades away
We go on...
I Will always say...

"Your becoming sentimental?" Squall said with a small, weak laugh. When he first encountered Ifrit he was strong, fierce and ruthless in battle. He'd seen how powerful Ifrit had become with a child like potential when he let the GF handle a few battles by himself, usually when Squall tired or injured. Ifrit could probably take down anything if he tried, and would if they tried to hurt Squall.

Squall had seen it on occasion during Time Compression, Ifrit was fully capable of killing in a brutal manner if it came down to it. The thought of someone like that becoming sentimental was humorous. To Squall at lest.

"I, ah…" Ifrit rubbed his head, thinking about it, maybe he was becoming sentimental. His fingers gently begin to shift around the golden ear ring in his pointed ears, finally responding "Define Sentimental." He said, wanting to know what Squall considered to be sentimental.

"Think about it, during Time compression you wanted to get back here, why here? You could have picked anyplace in the world, but why this spot?" Squall asked him, sitting up just enough to take off his jacket and toss it aside. He didn't care about neatness at this point. "Why not the fire cave or someplace like that?"

"Hmm…" Ifrit thought about it, why did he pick this spot? No...there was no use thinking about it, he already knew the answer. "I though I could find you here."

Ifrit folded his arms across his chest, looking toward the shaded window near Squall's bed. "You didn't think about a place when you where in Time Compression?" he asked.

"…….Not really."

(Long as I live)
Long as I live, you will be my, (my first love).

Not really? What did he mean by not really? Ifrit subconsciously quirked an eyebrow "Not really?"

"I tried to get to the Fire cave." Squall admitted. The fire cave, where he first saw Ifrit for the first time.

Oddly enough that wasn't what he though of when he thought of the fire cave. Squall could remember studying in the library for hours on Ifrit to prepare for his test, but he really couldn't find anything that was helpful and decided to go on instinct. That memory stood out for some reason, it wasn't like it was an important one, but for some reason Squall couldn't forget it either. It was strange how that worked out.

Interesting..."So, did you make it?" Ifrit asked.

Oh baby you and only you.
(Long as I live)

Squall looked back at him, he really didn't expect a follow up question. So, finally regaining the strength to move, Squall pushed his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, taking the time to peel off his shirt before he leaned forward and set his hands in his lap. "No." He shook his head, the memory of that distortion he'd seen of Ifrit in the fire cave on his way back. "I ended up at Edea's house." He said, lifting his head toward the GF. "What about you? Where were you during all of this?"

"I ended up in an ocean..." Not exactly a fond memory, but one he had to think about anyway. "Come to think of it, I think it was near the Deep sea research center." Ifrit sat down on the bed beside Squall, his head titled upward thoughtfully.

Squall laid his head on to Ifrit shoulder, feeling Ifrit wrapped his strong arms around him. He couldn't help but smile when he felt this, when he was lost in Time Compression, despite other things happening around him, it was all he could think about. Being wrapped in Ifrit's warm embrace, letting himself feel like a child being held by someone larger and stronger.

Squall leaned against Ifrit, closing his eyes.

Long as I live (my first love) you will be my first love.
And I choose you again.

Ifrit leaned over and gave him a light kiss on the forehead, feeling Squall hugging his waist. That's when Squall remembered something he'd been meaning to ask Ifrit. "Ifrit?"

"Yes?"

"Those bangles on your wrist, where did they come from?" Squall asked, staring at the golden bracelet on Ifrit's wrist questioningly. He never really paid attention to them before, that was until that whole thing in Time Compression.

"I'm not sure exactly, it was along time ago." Ifrit spoke in a forlorn voice, a look that told Squall he was seriously considering it, trying to think back with no luck. Squall lifted his arms to Ifrit's neck and pulled him down in to another kiss, telling him to forget about it for the moment.

Their tongues mingled together between their mouths, meeting in an another awkward kiss. Squall leaned upward, pushing closer to Ifrit.

I'll keep an old Candy-Coated Valentine,
Memories of you, you when you were mine.

Ifrit pulled back when the need for air became to great for the boy, leaving him panting, heat ensuing. He couldn't help but smile when he looked at that expression on Squall's face, he couldn't resist bringing his hand to Squall's chin and lifting his head to study his features. He stared down into those brown eyes with golden ones holding a tent of unknown interest of some unknown thought in the back of his mind. Squall recognized that look, Ifrit always had that look when he was thinking about something. "What is it?"

A tarnished ring on a tarnished chain,
Times keep changing come sun or rain.

Ifrit still held a lot of angst, if he could call it that, over the events that had just transpired, he was angry at himself. Squall could feel it, he could see it, something just wasn't right with him right now. "Ifrit? What's wrong?"

"...Were you sacred?" He asked simply.

Squall nodded "Yes...I know you wanted to protect me, and I know you don't feel like it, but you did."

Ifrit shifted his eyes away with distaste. "I wasn't there, how could I have protected you?"

"Because you saved my life." Squall smiled "More then once...So stop beating your self up over it." Squall pressed his head against Ifrit's and kissed him again before he could respond. Ifrit stared down at the boy questingly...maybe Squall was right, he was thinking about this to much.

(Long as I Live)
Long as I live, you will be (my first love)
My first love and my only love.

"!" Squall couldn't help but blush with embarrassment at what happened next, maybe it was out of tiredness or lack of attention. Squall slipped when he leaned forward, landing on his stomach in Ifrit's lap after nearly falling off the bed completely. "Uufff!"

He was pretty sure Ifrit was amused by it, he could practically feel him smiling at him. Squall's eyes narrowed at his own clumsiness.

(Long as I live)
Long as I live (my first love).

"Heh." Ifrit let out a small laugh, pressing his hands against Squall's back lightly. He pressed down on the tense expanse of Squall's body, his fingers clinching at the rim of his white t-shirt before pulling over Squall's head. A sigh forced it's way from Squall's mouth as he felt the increasingly warm hands against his skin, massaging the taut mussels that seemed as if they were tense enough to inhibit movement.

His eyes inanely drifted closed as he felt himself relaxing, completely forgetting his former embarrassment. "..." The warm fingers trailed down spine, heat intensifying by the second.

Ohhh, you will always be my,
Oh, be my first love.

Squall only smirked when he felt Ifrit's hand reach the waist band of his pants, the other slipping under Squall's side to unbutton the fabric and the remove them with one swift pull that nearly tore them apart. "Uha..." Squall winced slightly when he felt Ifrit slip a signal finger into his entrance, thrusting the warm appendage into his body roughly, stretching the tight ring muscles with circular movements.

(Long as I Live)
Long as I live, you will be (my first love)

My first love and my only love.
(Long as I live)

Ifrit pushed in a second finger, followed by a series of hard thrust, forcing an audible breath from Squall with each one. Squall's hands clinched Ifrit's leg, a loud moan emitting from his repressed throat, his hardening erection pressing against Ifrit's inner thigh now wet with pre-cum that persisted out of the head.

A small drop of sweat fell from Squall's forehead from all of the heat Ifrit was generated, the heat Ifrit always created.

Long as I live (my first love).
Ohhh, you will always be my,
Oh, be my first love.

Ifrit slipped his other hand past Squall's side and trailed down the firm torso. He wrapped his hand around Squall's cock, sliding along the pre-cum soaked flesh with a tight grip and more heat then Squall could stand.

"Ifrit!" Squall inanely arched upward, one last thrust of the fingers driving inside of him and the heat pumping his rigid member fervently, he came with a loud outcry and a his seed streaming from the head of his cock. Spilling his seed messily on the floor and down the side of the his bed. "!"

A tarnished ring on a tarnished chain

times keep changing come sun or rain.

Squall released his tight grip on Ifrit's leg, noting that it had to have been painful to a degree. With his mouth open partially taking in heavy breaths, Squall pushed himself out of Ifrit's lap, feeling the small traces of light heat as he rose on to his hands and knees. His head hung down low in fatigue and a sleepy expression forming on his face that Ifrit couldn't help but smirk when he saw it.

He closed his eyes, just to remember that image.

(Long as I Live)
Long as I live, you will be (my first love)

Squall abruptly pushed him back on to the bed when he saw the GF beginning to zone out, laying down sleepily on his chest.

"Tired?" Ifrit asked.

Squall gave a silent agreement between breaths.

Ifrit instinctively wrapped his arms around Squall, one had drifting up to the boy's head to burry itself into the messy brown hair.

He couldn't help thinking about how he almost thought he'd never feel this again, never hold Squall in his arms again in such an instinctively protective manner. He almost laughed at himself as he watched Squall fall asleep, drifting unconscious seeming after a few seconds. It wasn't surprising, not after more then 24 hours of sleep deprivation.

My first love and my only love.
(Long as I live)

Ifrit laid silently for a few moments, golden eyes set on Squall sleep in his arms. When looking at Squall he couldn't help but think of Griever, they were so a like in so many ways, but strongly different in others.

He used to be involved with him, but Griever wasn't the type to stay in one place, or with him for that matter.

Griever never really said much, but was bluntly clear when he wanted sex. Ifrit wasn't exactly happy with the nature of his relationship with Griever, it was an odd one to say the least, he hated it at times. But looking back, Griever wasn't completely one-sided, from time to time he did show a little bit of himself.

Long as I live (my first love).
Ohhh, you will always be my,
Oh, be my first love.

Ifrit smiled almost nervously, wondering why Griever was back again, completely aware of the fact the nature of his being here was mostly about Squall. 'This is gonna be fun…..' He mumbled to himself sarcastically, his ears twitching lightly from a long since developed nervous habit..

That was Griever's fault, but on the other hand a lot of things about him was Griever's fault.