Chocolate Silk
by Darksquall

A flake fanfic, inspired for Scribblemoose’s contest by Astraea, Race, and Rain each in their own way.

Whoever woulda thought Squall Leonhart’s main weakness was chocolate?

But not just any chocolate. Oh no. He had to like flake bars. Crumbly, delicious and goddamn suggestive, phallic flake bars.

Just watchin’ him eatin’ one could give half the cafeteria enough material to keep them whackin’ for a month.

He met my eyes across the table and smiled, using his fingertip to sweep up the crumbs of chocolate and licking them off the digit. You know, the more I see him with the gloves off, the more I think he wears ‘em to stop people makin’ fun of him. He’s got such pretty, slender little fingers. Kinda feminine, sort of fingers that should be playin piano keys, not typin’ out all those reports.

Someday, I wanna get him outta here. Away from the killin’, away from the fightin’. Somewhere we don’t have to wonder if one of us is gonna get killed on the next mission.

Not that we’ve been a “we” for all that long. Couple of months now. I already know I don’t want to let him get away. An’ if I’m gonna settle down, why settle for anything less than the best?

“Squall, you wanna go back to my room?”

He looked over at me, kinda surprised. “It’s only eight.”

“Like that’s stopped us before?” I grinned at him. “Go on, I’ll grab something for us to snack on later and catch you up.”

He gave me a look like he didn’t trust me and stood slipping out of the cafeteria quietly. Mmm. His ass in those jeans really is something. And I wasn’t even nearly the only one lookin’.

Soon as he was clear, I scooted over to the counter to get some more of those chocolate bars he liked so much, and ran to catch up with him.

Irvine found Squall leaning against his door, his jacket already discarded and those leather jeans already sliding dangerously low on his hips, the first two buttons open, letting the leather expose just enough of Squall’s pale skin to have him drooling. The white tee-shirt, showing off the silver flare of the griever necklace and exposing that long pale neck was thin enough for him to see a flirt of the dusky skin of Squall’s nipples. Two of his belts were already undone. It was all Irvine could do to not take him right there in the corridor.

Pulling Squall close, Irvine kissed him deeply, fingers fumbling to grab his key card and unlock the door, urging him inside. “Ready for me were you?” He asked, sliding his hand into the loose leather pants.

“Well, since you get so frustrated with the belts, thought I’d help you along a little.” He arched into Irvine’s touch as he wrapped warm fingers wrapped around his cock. “Mmm.”

Irvine kicked the door shut and urged Squall back to the bed, rubbing his palm against the rapidly hardening sex, getting him hard enough to moan and thrust against his touch before pulling his hand free and bumping Squall back onto the bed.

He watched Squall crawl up the bed, reaching to the panel on the wall to turn up the thermostat, raising the temperature by several degrees. He already kept his room warm, but with his plans for those chocolate bars, he needed it to be hot.

“Pull off your shirt darlin’.”

Squall obeyed, stretching as he flung the white top away from himself, the moonlight crawling across Squall’s pale skin, making him seem as though he were carved of alabaster, with jet strands of hair and deep obsidian pools of eyes. Irvine admired him as he tugged Squall’s leathers free of his legs and stripped too, crawling onto the bed with him. “How do you want me?”

“Kneel up, facing me.” Again, Squall obeyed, sitting on his knees facing Irvine. Warm hands, faintly rough with weapon calluses skimmed over his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. “You like chocolate darlin’?”

“Mmm, yes.”

Irvine grinned, reaching for the paper bag from the cafeteria and retrieving the first flake bar, unwrapping it and drawing it along Squall’s lips. “You want one?”

Squall couldn’t resist nipping at the bar, his hands sliding along Irvine’s thighs, teasing dangerously close to his sex before pulling back at the last second.

The sight of Squall’s beautiful mouth closing around the chocolate bar was somewhat inspiring. As the loose crumbs of chocolate rained on their legs, Irvine pulled the bar back, a little, letting Squall enjoy the first bite. “Now, suck it.”

A delicate eyebrow arched, and Squall eyed him curiously. “Sometimes, I wonder about you.” He murmured and licked the length of the exposed chocolate slowly, circling the tip and sucking it gently. He rocked his head slowly, treating it as he would a cock, moaning softly, his fingers curling around Irvine’s sex and stroking him in time. Irvine watched, waited, purred his appreciation as he rocked into Squall’s grip and admired the vision he was being treated to.

Finally, Irvine released him from his task and kissed his chocolate stained lips eagerly, forcing him back on the bed. He tugged Squall’s slender wrists up over his head, holding them still and digging a pair of handcuffs from under the pillow to fix them to the headboard.

He pulled back, letting Squall get comfortable, and reached for his pants, digging out a small, chrome plated zippo lighter, and knelt between his lover’s legs, reaching for the bag of flake bars and unwrapping another two in preparation.

Irvine flicked open the lighter, watching Squall’s face in the half light of the moon and the faint yellow glow of the flame that danced from the device. The soft glow shimmered and danced, reflected in Squall’s eyes and turning them to a delicate burnished gold for a moment, and casting long shadows across Squall’s perfect features.

“Now what are you going to do with that?” Squall asked, drawing the tip of his tongue over his top lip slowly.

“Wait and see.” Irvine replied softly, smiling wickedly at Squall as he reached for one of the unwrapped flake bars and trailed it from the hollow at the base of Squall’s neck down, along the centre of his chest, encircling his navel and just batting against the head of Squall’s aching cock.

Finally, Irvine held the flake in one hand, the lighter in the other and began to melt the soft waves of chocolate, letting it drip onto Squall’s stomach.

The brunette arched and hissed softly at the first drops, his hands twisting against the handcuffs, the sharp metallic note of hardened steel striking the hollow tubing of the head board seeming so loud in the other wise quiet room. More droplets began to rain on his midriff, joining together and rolling down his pale skin, pooling in his navel. Irvine paused just long enough to dip his tongue into the chocolate puddle and kiss his lover, sharing the taste.

Squall moaned. A soft, hungry, husky sound.

“Feel good darlin’?”

“Yesss….” He hissed, closing his eyes and biting his lip as the travel of the chocolate progressed further down, trailing around the base of his cock and down over his balls. Quite a pool had collected on his stomach, still warm, and the scent of chocolate made his mouth water.

When the flake bar was nothing but a short, half melted stub, Irvine drew it lightly across Squall’s lips and allowed him to take it in and finish the bar.

Irvine sat back on his heels, enjoying the view of the chocolate covered Squall Leonhart. The dark liquid made a sharp, delightful contrast against the almost too pale skin and he mentally resolved to dress his lover in chocolate silk and peel him out of it slowly before fucking him senseless.

Dipping two fingers into the pool and coating them thoroughly, Irvine’s violet gaze, washed to a pale shadow of it’s usual splendour in the light of the full moon, met with Squall’s.

“Darlin’, did you know chocolate c’n be used as a lube?” He asked as he slid the fingers into Squall roughly, angling them to hit that spot inside his lover.

Squall’s hips bucked up a little at the forceful entry and ground back against the fingers eagerly. “Gods!”

Irvine stretched him thoroughly, scooping up the chocolate and smearing his aching cock with it, watching Squall’s face as that first faint blush alighted on his cheekbones and his mouth fell open in a moan of self-indulgent pleasure.

“I want you Squall.” Irvine husked , rubbing his fingertips against Squall’s prostate mercilessly, holding him still with chocolate smeared fingers curling over his hip.

“Gods… Irvine… Fuck me!”

Pulling the fingers out and positioning the head of his cock against Squall’s opening, Irvine pressed gently, letting Squall feel the pressure, feel just the tip stretching him open, letting him wait just a moment longer. “Say please Darlin’.”

Squall groaned and tried to push back onto Irvine. “Please.” He groaned, his voice thick with need. “I want you inside me Irvine, please!”

Irvine pulled Squall’s legs up around his hips and thrust into him hard, filling him almost completely in one stroke, the sensation of suddenly being surrounded by something so hot and tight almost making him swoon. The soft cry of pleasure that spilled from Squall’s lips bought his mind back to sharp focus and he grinned wickedly at his eager little lover. “Feel good Squall?”

“Gods yes.” He groaned and rolled his hips as Irvine leant down to kiss him, pressing their bodies together, smearing the chocolate between them.

Irvine pulled back and drove into Squall again, hard, angling his thrust to rub against that spot and was rewarded with a moan and whimper of pleasure. He kept up the rhythm this time, driving hard into the tight body, and grinding his hips against his lover every time he was sheathed completely within Squall, driving his tongue into Squall’s mouth and fucking him that way too, taking, still tasting the sweet chocolate on Squall’s lips.

A faint tremble started to spread through Squall’s body beneath him as he neared orgasm, fighting his release to prolong the sensation of being claimed, filled, taken by Irvine.

“Mine darlin’.” He husked into Squall’s ear, nipping at the lobe. “Always mine.”

And the statement was simply enough to push him over the edge and Squall cried out Irvine’s name, coming between the tight, sticky press of their bodies, twisting his hands in the cuffs hard, leaving faint bruises and breaking the skin.

Irvine buried himself one last time in the tight body, and spilled inside Squall with a wordless cry, holding still for a few lingering moments before he slumped down on top of the slender, lithe form beneath him.

“Hyne cowboy…” Squall moaned disbelievingly, his voice trembling harder than his body. “That… Gods…”

Irvine grinned lazily, reaching up to unlock the cuffs, pulling Squall’s wrists down and kissing the bruises tenderly, whispering soft apologies to the abused skin before casting a cure. “Good?”

“Mmmm.” Squall smiled sleepily. “Very.”

“Good.” Irvine stated and slid out of Squall, snuggling at his side. “We should probably shower before this dries.”

“In a minute.” Squall yawned softly and stole a shy kiss from Irvine, trailing his fingers through the copper coloured hair slowly. “Just want to lay here for a while. Like this. With you.”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” Irvine smiled, holding Squall close. And this was how he wanted it to be, the two of them together, holding one another, all sated and perfect and every last bit of tension drained out of Squall’s body for just a little while. Yes, he wanted it to be like this always. Perfect.

“And slightly sticky.” Squall murmured.

“Hm?”

“Sated, perfect and slightly sticky.”

Irvine blinked and blushed. “I said that out loud?”

“Mmm.” Squall kissed the tip of his nose. “I love you.” He admitted quietly.

“I love you too darlin’.” He settled down and snuggled as close as he could to Squall, the balmy heat of the room making him drowsy. The brunette yawned again and tucked his head under Irvine’s chin. “Maybe just a little nap before we go take a bath?” Irvine suggested.

But Squall was already fast asleep.

Irvine watched him, smiling faintly, finally settling down to dream of Squall Leonhart, wrapped up in chocolate silk.