A/N: Well it had to be done eventually. This is my first FFVIII fic. It started off as a small plot bunny that struck me while I was trying to write my paper on Charles Kingsley's "Alton Locke" tonight, trying to be the 5o'clock deadline and get to class on time. No, this fic as NOTHING to do with that story. But still, it struck me at that moment. And so I started writing it while bored in class, and the bunny mated with itself and exploded into something much larger. What started off to be a one shot small fic, is now too long to be contained in one piece, and will have to be separated into smaller chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVIII or any of its characters and am not making a profit off this story. It is the result of an overtired mind trying to avoid writing boring papers on Victorian social problem novels.
Warnings: If yaoi, shounen-ai, gay men, etc is not your ticket, get off the train while it's still in the station.
Contains language and sexual content.
Comments much appreciated.
"Where is chicken-wuss?" Seifer asked for the tenth time that hour. His newest victim was Squall, who just stared at the tall blonde, bored.
"…" Came his silent reply.
"FIND!" Fuujin declared, whipping an arm out to emphasize her point.
"Seifer's looking for him, ya know? And you're his friend so you should know where he is, ya know?" Raijin added, nodding.
"I don't know where he is," Squall finally answered, annoyed and just wanting to be left alone.
"FOUND!" Came another shout from Fuujin. Seifer turned to see the young martial artist sprinting full speed down the corridor towards them. When it was clear he wasn't going to stop, and probably hadn't even seen them, Seifer stepped into Zell's path and scooped him into his arms, tossing him over his shoulder. Zell squawked when he finally realized he was no longer on the ground.
"What the hell, you bastard! Put me down! Squall, help me!" Zell yelled, kicking unsuccessfully. Squall looked at him then turned, walking away. At least Seifer was off his back now.
"Where were you running to, chickie? You know there's no running in my halls." Seifer said, still holding the struggling blonde.
"Put me down!" Zell demanded.
"Not until you tell me where you were going."
"Why the hell does it matter?"
"ANSWER!" Fuujin threatened.
"Hyne, I was going to train, alright? Put me down." Seifer did, but kept a grip on Zell's shoulder.
"Alone?"
"What? I'm junctioned." Zell said, angry that Seifer thought he was dumb enough to go alone. Not that it mattered what Seifer thought.
"With who?"
Zell sighed, rolling his eyes. "Ifrit."
"Ifrit?"
"What are you? My fucking parrot? Yes, Ifrit. I'm trying to increase my compatibility with him."
"Aww, but chickie, Ifrit is a man's GF. If you wanna be more compatible with him…" he leaned close to Zell, holding him in place and whispering in his ear so that only they could hear, "you're going to have to stop being the girl." Seifer got the reaction he wanted, feeling a blast of heat from Zell's face.
"That's your fucking fault," Zell muttered lowly.
Seifer grinned and turned to the other two members of the disciplinary committee. "Go. I'll see you later."
"But Seifer – OW!" Raijin started, but was interrupted by a kick to his shins.
"LEAVE!" The two did, Raijin following obediently behind Fuujin, now sporting a slight limp.
Zell didn't even have to ask why the older blonde had sent his cronies away. He already knew what was coming, and he hated himself for the increasing burn in the pit of his stomach. Without a word between them, Seifer turned and Zell followed, head low.
When they arrived at Seifer's dorm, he punched in his code on the keypad and entered. Zell hesitated a moment, looking up and down the corridor to make sure no one was around to witness him entering the gunblader's room.
The room was just as Zell had last seen it. The room was just like every other dorm room in Balamb Garden, with some things that revealed its occupant's identity. The room itself was tidy but not overly so. A somewhat haphazard pile of books lay on Seifer's desk. His bed was neatly made, but not perfectly, as if someone sat on it after it had been made. In the corner, against the wall with the door, lay a case that Zell knew contained Hyperion, Seifer's beloved gunblade. Seifer stood in the center of the room, staring out the window. The door slid shut behind Zell, and he locked it; just in case.
Without another word, Seifer shut the blinds to his window, having learned some time ago that despite the privacy, Zell was never comfortable having sex with the bright afternoon sun pouring down on them. Not that he really cared about Chicken-wuss' feelings or anything, but if his partner was uncomfortable, then he couldn't enjoy it completely either.
Zell stared at the back of his head, watching his fluid movements as he pulled his white trench coat off and placed it carefully on the back of his desk chair. Without further warning, Seifer was on him, pushing the teen roughly down onto his bed. Zell started to say something in protest, worried Seifer would rip his jacket, but his words were cut off by a kiss from his lover.
His lover… now that's something he would never have imagined himself calling the obnoxious prick.
Seifer only broke the kiss to pull Zell's jacket and both of their shirts off. Zell's clothes were tossed unceremoniously onto the floor, but was a little more cautious with his. Zell grunted displeasure at this. So he was supposed to look like a slob?
Lying between his legs, Seifer pressed their chests together, skin not yet slick from sweat. Zell closed his eyes, drinking in the sensation. He loved the feel of skin on skin, even just like this. Moments latter, Seifer was working down his body, managing with some form of grace to pull off the rest of their clothing.
Zell stared up at Seifer, watching him as he hovered over for a brief moment, the only thing left on him the long chain he wore, dangling down between them.
"You're hair's wilting already, chickie, and we've barely started," Seifer said, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Shove it, Seifer." Came Zell's weak reply.
"Already?" Seifer grinned, moving himself quickly between the smaller teen and did just that. Zell started to yell, biting his lip to keep from being too loud as tears stung his eyes.
"You fucking bastard," he hissed, groaning a little. Seifer kept grinning, watching his lover's face contort, before finally leaning down to distract him with lips.
Some time later, the two lay under Seifer's black sheets, drowsing lazily. "Shit, now I have to do laundry again," Seifer muttered, lying on his back with one knee up. He pushed a hand through his hair, moving his bangs out of his eyes. Zell lay next to him on his side, back to him, curled up slightly.
"Your fault," Zell muttered, half asleep. He glanced up briefly at the clock on the desk, suddenly wide awake. "Shit, I have class in ten minutes," he swore, jumping out of the bed to grab his clothes.
"Sucks to be you," Seifer laughed, watching as the blonde frantically pulled clothes on, his hair a complete mess.
"It's your fault if I'm late," Zell glared, pushing his hair up, attempting to get it to stand up again, but to no avail.
"See you at dinner," Seifer called as Zell unlocked the door and peered out carefully as it slid open. He didn't bother to respond.
The door slid shut behind him and he breathed a sigh of relief. Starting down the hall he thought he was free until he heard a call from the other end of the corridor.
"ZELL! Wait up!" He turned, watching as a blur of yellow ran towards him.
"Selphie… what are you doing here?" He asked as she grabbed his wrist and tugged him along.
"We're going to be late for class, let's go!" she said, bouncing on her feet to get Zell moving. "Oh, I don't want Quisty mad at me! Hey, what were you doing coming out of Seifer's room?" she asked just as suddenly as she appeared. Zell felt himself pale.
"What?"
"You came out of Seifer's room, I saw you. Did you get in trouble again? That jerk, he's so mean! He always picks on you."
"Yeah… trouble again. That's it."
"He didn't hurt you, did he? You're hair is all flat. Did he make you do work?"
"You could say that…" Zell said, looking away.
"Hm? What's wrong Zell?" Selphie stopped walking to turn and look at her friend. Zell glanced back and shook his head.
"Hey, didn't you say you didn't want Quistis mad at you for being late?" Selphie shrieked, sprinting again, forgetting all about her question to Zell. The blonde breathed a sigh of relief and chased after her, fighting the urge to limp. That bastard had gotten him good. He'd have to kill him for that later.