Disclaimer: I still don't own them! I'm going to cry! Thankies to all of you readers from Chicken Wuss for continuing to love me! Alas here we are! A sequel! ::Squeals::

Seifer: Oh god shut her up!

Zell: She's plotting our fate! BE NICE!

Seifer: *grumble*

He stumbled into the poorly lit room, juggling his keys, folders, coffee mug, and gifts that adoring students constantly gave him. "Oh frickin' hell." He muttered and let everything fall to the floor, except the coffee mug. Hyne knows he'll flip if he dropped his coffee. He flicked the light on and made his way into the bathroom, placing his mug on the sink's counter. He hunched over, turning the faucet on, and splashed his worn face, tonight was going to be a long boring night. Dabbing the excess water off with a towel, he trudged out of the room, mug in hand. His gaze turned to the pile of papers, gifts, and keys that lay in a chaotic heap. Shrugging his shoulders he downed what was left of the cold coffee, and put it in the dishwasher. "I hurt." He groaned and somberly marched over to the closed bedroom door. Shoving it open with the palm of his hands he felt his eyes grew wide. His jaw hanging open. There he was, clad in just that silver necklace on a bed covered with red and white rose petals. Candles lit everywhere, against Garden regulations to have anything lit, and here he was…with lit candles. Oh sure that week had been nearly impossible, but that was probably the cleanest week of their life. They had cold showers at least five times a day. That week determined the future of the relationship…that was six months ago. But he just sat there, hands clasped together over his taut abdomen, smiling sweetly. The man in the doorway's mouth flopped open and close speechlessly.

"Happy first anniversary, Angel." His voice cooed seductively, eyes amusedly watching the man before him gaze at him with a deer in head lights look, undressing quickly. He flung himself onto the bed, and into the awaiting man's arms. It was heaven.

"You remembered." His tattooed face nuzzled the man's neck beneath him, "Oh Seifer you remembered! You make me so happy!" Seifer tipped his angel's chin up, so his emerald orbs could gaze sweetly into the icy blues. Fervently he brought soft lips to meet his own, arms encircling the smaller man's waist.

"Zell, why would I ever forget this special day? I was kind of thinking of the rough way to show my love for you. You know as soon as you walked in the door, I slam you against the wall and tell you I like it rough. But you'd might've gotten confused." He shrugged, reminiscing on that vivid day.

"Oh Seifer! I love you! I do…I do…I do…" Zell straddled Seifer's stomach, and looked down at him, a wicked grin on his face. So you survived a weak without touching. Big deal. You'll just fall back into old habits. Zell I swear to you, it's purely physical. I don't want to see you hurt. A familiar voice toyed with him in the back of his mind, his smile faltered.

"Love? What's wrong?" Seifer placed his hands on Zell's hips, concern evident in his verdant eyes. Zell just shook his head slowly and returned his attention to the man below him.

"Nothing, baby. It's nothing." Icy blue eyes gazed down at the beau below him, only for his icy eyes to meet stormy-gray. "…Sq…Sq…Squall?" He stammered watching the headmaster's lips turn up into a twisted smile.

"What's wrong Zell? You're acting like I materialized out of thin air." He propped himself up on his elbows, Zell still on his stomach. "Baby? What's wrong?"

"…Seifer…Where's Seifer?"

"Seifer? Zell, why would you bring him up?" Squall's eyes misted over as he lightly shoved Zell off of him. "I love you Zell." Involuntarily Zell replied back with an, I love you too.

He shot up in bed, beads of sweat pouring down the sides of his face. His hands routinely reaching for his half of the bed, to find it cold, and empty. Just like every night for the passed two months. He was alone, in his own dorm room. Maybe Selphie was right. The physical attraction began to fade, and the love they had for each other was waning. Zell sat there, hands in his lap, his glazed over eyes staring confusedly at the bed sheet that pooled around him. Seifer's avoiding ever coming home to Zell. Maybe this relationship was just physical. What did he put himself into?

Author's notes: Ah-ha! A plot twist! But it might not end the way you think it will! AHHAHAhAHHAAAA! YOU JUST HAVE TO READ!