Sniper Slut in the Sunrise

from the Sniper Slut Series
by scribblemoose

Irvine sat out on the balcony and watched the first rays of the sun peek out from behind the trees.

It had been a good night. One hell of a party. All the friends that he and Squall had made over the past couple of years had dropped by, and Squall had only just now taken the last two home. Quistis and Selphie, as it happened, who at least had a shorter distance to travel than most. Just a half a mile away and both more than capable of looking after themselves, but Squall had insisted on walking them home. Must be a hero thing.

Ether stirred faintly in the back of his mind, a little hiccup in his power, like some kind of libidinous burp. Irvine chuckled to himself. His Guardian had fed well this weekend.

Irvine had never known a party like it, truth be told. It was one thing to know that you were popular - a sociable sniper, for fuck's sake, what was that about? - quite another to have so very much evidence of it around. All night there had been a procession of warm, affectionate bodies smiling at him and all sorts of other things.

Quistis and Selphie, for a start, arriving early under the pretext of helping him and Squall get the cabin ready. Dressed in nurses outfits, for some reason Irvine wasn't about to question: all stocking tops and little hats and tiny skirts the like of which Dr Kadowaki would certainly never allow in her medical facility. He'd barely recovered from a very thorough examination by the time the rest of the guests began to arrive.

Zell, all socks and shorts and willing smile, more than happy to share the cute little librarian with him. Rinoa, with that shirt she never had given back tied under her quivering little breasts, which she didn't hesitate to wrap around his cock until he drenched them in champagne and...

Aya and Yohji, all slink and quiet amusement and dark, brooding sensuality. He'd had them both at once, with Squall of course, because somehow wherever Aya was there was Squall, and Yohji and Irvine so very much liked to watch. Aya had taken Squall in the pool, cherry-red hair fanned out on the surface of the water as Squall writhed in his arms.

Yohji had sucked him off, slow and expert, kind of porny, really, playing up to Ether's rather crude direction.

Then there had been dancing and splashing in the pool, as more and more guests arrived. Duo, with his plait swinging boyishly down his slender back; Ken who didn't seem to want to fight with Squall for once, and had brought that cute little blond footballer and his friend with the sweet, confused expression. They'd looked all innocence when they arrived, but Irvine had run into them later all tongues and hands in naughty places on a pile of cushions in the darkened sitting room.

The little blond had even given him a wink. One to keep an eye on.

Ether purred contentedly in the back of Irvine's mind as he remembered. A catalogue of encounters that would keep his Guardian fed for months.

Tatsumi and Tsuzuki making out in the kitchen, after several hours spent deep in conversation, until Tsuzuki had given Irvine the kind of desperate look he usually reserved for people selling pie when he didn't have enough money. A tiny prod from Ether and Tatsumi's polite smile faltered, his eyes filled with tears and he clutched Tsuzuki to his chest as if he'd never let go. Irvine watched them kiss, Ether basking in his reward, until their passion got so intense he felt he was intruding, even in the busy room.

He ran into Watari after that, and was pleased to show him the extent of the library Squall and he kept in the cabin. It was nice of him to pretend to be excited over three training manuals and the Balamb Garden rulebook. But Watari always was polite. Even when asking Irvine to brush aside his hair so he could watch his cock disappear deep inside the cowboy's mouth.

Ether got a little drowsy after that, so Irvine danced with Selphie (which quickly woke him up) and took a moment to eat something before the distant firing of a foreign gun told him trouble had arrived. The very best kind of trouble.

Gojyo hadn't changed a bit. Still riling Sanzo and so in love with Hakkai that it hurt, and still with half a ton of pain he carried round inside as if it didn't matter. And still with all that deep red hair like blood and eyes to match, and a kiss like velvet, cock of steel and somehow when Irvine dragged him into bed and Yohji joined them it was as if all the lust in the whole world was in one place, and Irvine worried vaguely for the poor fuckers who weren't in there with them.

He found out later that Squall, at least, was spreading the love around. Specifically he'd persuaded Aya to join Sanzo in the sauna cabin, and they weren't seen again for hours.

Irvine sighed contentedly, a chocobo making some kind of fuss in the forest to the west. A moose emerged, majestic and astoundingly graceful, an intelligent cast to its antlers as it stepped out to graze contentedly in the early morning light. Irvine watched it, fascinated.

"Hey," came a soft voice from just behind him.

A little thrill ran up Irvine's spine, and he leaned back into Squall's embrace. "Hey."

"The girls got back okay."

"I'm sure they did. Nothing with half a brain would dare to get in their way."

"I know. I just..." Squall kissed Irvine's freshly-washed hair. "Thought you might need some time."

Irvine gave his hand a little squeeze.

"Good to see everyone," said Squall. But Irvine could tell, knew without looking or consulting Ether, that Squall was just a little bit relieved. He liked their friends, and he'd come a long way from the antisocial teenager Irvine had first claimed five years ago, but he was still, at heart, a loner.

"Yeah," said Irvine, nuzzling his cheek to Squall's. "But you know what?"

"Mmm?"

"Sometimes, I like it when it's just you and me."

He felt Squall smile and tugged him close, not, for once, to ravish him. It had been, without doubt, the best party he could ever remember. But for all the fun and sex and Ether's happy purr, the favourite part of any night that Irvine could recall was this.

To watch the sun rise over Balamb, with the man he truly loved.

~owari~

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