Cuts and Bruises

by NathanialRoyale

Done for the Prompt Cuts and Bruises, Seifer/Zell on Dreamwidth. They didn't think of the pain, how rough they really were, the scars would be examined later in the mirror and that would be how they remembered until this all would happen again.

Prompt: Seifer/Zell Cuts and Bruises

Pairing: Seifer/Zell

Beta: ebony202

Disclaimer: Not Mine

Rating: PG-13

How did they always end up like this?

Lips melded, teeth grinding, fists in hair, body slammed against a wall. It didn't take long for the odds to even and the taller but less thickly built body was then slammed back against the wall instead, but the melding lips never stopped.

Pain wasn't issue, fingers pulling out hair, cutting at scalp, pulling clothes out of the way so an eager mouth could dart to a nipple. A low groan and hands moved position from hair to grasping hips, short nails digging into bare skin where t-shirt met shorts.

Possessive, rough and hardly a thought on gentleness; if Zell wanted gentle he could go off with his little library girl, he wasn't getting that here. Hands slid past the beltline, palms shaped ass, another grin returning to a face that had always wore them.

A moan against his chest, a switch of nipples and Seifer let himself for now be the one pushed back against the wall, grasping, kneading the perk ass under his fingertips.

Only time that pretty mouth was actually silent, not spewing nonsense and half threats to counter the insults. If he would learn to just shut up, maybe things like this could happen more often. Far more interesting than having a raging bullhead jumping on his hyper heels demanding retribution for a nickname he had been called most of his life.

Turning the tables Seifer slammed Zell back against the wall once more and he felt those little cat fangs of his digging into his chest, a hiss left lips and short nails sliced down white trails over a muscled back. A warning to watch it; cuts and bruises but no blood, after all, what would the Garden say to them using potions for... extracurricular activities?

A grin was flashed up at him and Seifer rolled his eyes, pulling him back up by the hair to kiss roughly, deeply, they didn't think on the pain in the moment. When these little encounters happened pain wasn't an option, scars happened, little prizes to be stared at in a mirror until the next round.

And another round would happen, they just never knew when.

How did they always end up like this again?