Surrender

by scribblemoose

Irvine opened his eyes to find Squall watching him.

Somehow, that was the last thing he expected to wake up to on a morning.

Then he remembered. The party. The beer. The dancing. The kissing. The elixir. The sex.

Squall wasn't just watching him. Squall was lying naked in his bed watching him, head propped up on one hand, Griever pendant around his neck, sheets puddled around his waist.

After half a year of pursuit, Squall had let Irvine catch him and fuck him.

A smile spread across Irvine's face. That had to be the best birthday present ever.

"Good morning," he beamed.

The tiniest of smiles tweaked at Squall's lips.

"Good morning."

"Quite a party, last night."

"Yeah." The smile got a little bigger.

Irvine rolled over onto his front, and pushed his bangs out of his eyes. He rested his cheek on folded arms, unable to stop looking at his friend. Commander. Lover?

"So," said Irvine.

"Hm," said Squall, his eyes clouding somewhat. Slightly uncertain, perhaps, as to what might happen next. Where he stood.

"You got any plans for today?" asked Irvine.

"No," said Squall. "Not really. Nothing I can't cancel."

"And you're definitely finished with Rinoa?"

"I told you last night."

"But that might have been just a ploy to get in my pants," said Irvine.

Squall frowned, not quite sure that Irvine was joking.

"I'm joking," said Irvine. "I believe you."

"Oh. Good. Um."

"So... you want to do something?"

A faint blush spread adorably over Squall's nose and cheekbones.

"What did you have in mind?" Squall asked him, watching him closely through long, dark lashes.

"Well, we could get breakfast. Go for a walk. Stay here and fuck." Irvine said the word 'fuck' slowly, deliberately, hoping to shock Squall and keep that endearing blush on his cheeks.

"We could," Squall agreed, a glint of silver in his eyes, clearly not shocked at all.

"If we did, it would mean we had something going here," said Irvine. if Squall was going to come over all serious and not be shocked, then he was going to do the same. "It wouldn't be a one night stand any more."

"No," Squall agreed. "It would mean you're mine."

"Well..." Irvine hadn't expected the sudden possessiveness, but had to confess the idea sent a thrill up his spine.

"I want to make you mine," said Squall, inching closer, until his chin was resting on the pillow next to Irvine's folded arms. He darted out his tongue and licked Irvine's elbow. "I want to fuck you."

"Oh," said Irvine. "I don't usually... that is... I..."

"I want you," said Squall, nuzzling along Irvine's arm to his shoulder, nipping at the firm muscle with sharp white teeth. "You took me. It's only fair I get to take you back."

"Oh," said Irvine, his heart pounding, pulse racing. Cock hardening.

"What d'you say? Because I won't be your pussy boy, Kinneas. You want me, we're equals. We both give, we both take. Both men. Take it or leave it."

Irvine swallowed hard. He knew Squall was laying it on thick, but there was a genuine, important question underneath the commander mode.

"Why don't you try?" he whispered.

He growled as Squall rolled him over onto his back and kissed him hard, thrust his tongue into Squall's mouth and raked his back. But at the same time he parted his thighs, moaned as Squall slicked and stretched him, wrapped his legs around Squall's waist as he thrust inside him. They rutted and fucked and somewhere along the line Irvine let Squall set the pace. Let Squall rub and kiss and touch him so deeply it brought tears to his eyes. He let Squall swell and come inside him, filling him, leave him sticky wet and sore and already wanting to do it all over again.

He lay and panted and smiled 'til his jaw ached.

"Breakfast," said Squall, through his own foolish grin. "Then I get to do it twice more before it's your turn."

"Whatever you say," said Irvine, happily.