Disclaimer: Fantasy VIII does not belong to me. Oh the inhumanity!!

"Hey,you dropped th-What the hell?! Almasy,I can't believe you!" cried one Zell Dincht, the amazement clear in his voice. He had stopped by the cafeteria for a pick-

me-up hotdog, and it had made him a teensy bit late, which meant he had to make it to the training centre at a run. On his way out from the cafeteria however, he

had collided straight into the solid form of Seifer Almasy, knocking both of them down. Quickly flipping himself up, muttering an apology, Zell dusted himself off before

he noticed the small tube roll out of Seifer's trench coat pocket and stop near his foot. Quickly, he had scooped it up and was about to hand it over, when he saw

just what the object in his hand actually was. "Bubblegum flavoured lipgloss, Seifer? I didn't think you were the type…" the shorter blonde trailed off, his laughter

bouncing off the walls of the little walkway that joined the cafeteria to the main section of the Garden. "Don't get any ideas, Chickie. That's not mine. It's Fujin's."

growled the green-eyed gunblader as he made a grab for the little white tube. Zell merely danced out of the way, stopping a few inches out of Seifer's reach. "Sure

it is, Seify. Did you remember to slap on your mascara and concealer too? Hyne,I had no idea the terror of Balamb used lipgloss. Bubblegum lipgloss at that too,

hahaha!" Zell laughed. "That. Isn't. Mine." said Seifer, the irritation obvious in his voice now.

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is TOO!"

"Is NOT!"

"Look, it's not mine and I can prove it!" the taller gunblader finally roared, before he grabbed Zell by the shoulders and shoved him against the wall. Before the little

martial artist could react, Seifer tilted the boy's chin up and pressed their lips together. Hard. He eased up on the pressure a moment later, gently kneading Zell's lips

with his own, letting a soft moan escape the tattooed boy as he slowly sucked on the shorter boy's lip. Zell, who was taken completely by surprise at first, soon pile-

drived his brain into action and took over the kiss. Biting gently on the taller boy's lip, who gasped slightly before allowing him to slip a bit of tongue into his mouth,

Zell explored the gunblader, running his tongue over the other's, feeling the muscle entwine with his own. The two of them continued in this way, surrendering and

taking control in turns. After a while, when Zell was really beginning to get into the kiss, Seifer suddenly pulled away. Looking him square in the eye, the taller boy

asked: "Now then, did you taste bubblegum at any point during that?" Zell managed to string his thoughts together, the sensations still raw in his memory, before

answering sheepishly.

"Guess not."

"Told ya so. It's Fujin's."

"Oh Hynedammitall I was supposed to meet someone fifteen minutes ago! We'll talk about this later!" So saying the little blonde grinned and zoomed off. Smiling,

Seifer turned around, only to see his red-eyed friend looking at him expectantly. "SUCCESS?" she inquired, an amused expression settling on her face. "Yeah…

thanks Fuuj. Here." the blonde gunblader dreamily said, tossing the tube of lipgloss which she expertly caught. She smiled, and quietly walked away, leaving Seifer

to his thoughts. Turning into the Training Centre, Fujin made her way to the secret area. A certain spikey-haired martial artist was already waiting for her, the grin

still lighting up his tattooed face, plain for everyone to see. "Fujin, you're a genius! Did he buy it?"

The red-eyed girl simply nodded.

Boys.

A/N:Ta-dah! How's that for some Seifell goodness? R&R,thank you..