Disclaimer: Characters, places, and most objects are owned by Square Enix. I do not own them. If I did, Zell and Seifer would have ended up together at the end of the game...
Warning: Male/Male sex scene in this chapter too... the last sex scene... Yay for some, boo for others apparently. You've been warned. Hehe.
Chapter 6 - A Lesson in Meditation, Descartes style
Zell awoke, for the second time in a row, in this rather comfortable bed of his boyfriend, Seifer. He looked over at Seifer, and watched him sleep for a bit. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. It was rather relaxing. Zell really liked waking up next to this beautiful man, this gorgeous god-like creature. He was really happy that Seifer was in his life like he is, as a friend, a boyfriend, a lover... He wanted to tell the world how much he cared about this man, shout it from a roof top. For now though, he'd just settle for telling the Garden, which they were late for, because his beautiful boyfriend forgot to set the alarm.
Zell sighed and snuggled up closer to Seifer. He kissed him on the cheek repeatedly while saying, "Mornin', boyfriend. Yeh forgot ta set the alarm... Wakey, Wakey..."
Seifer grumbled, but refused to open his eyes. The martial artist smiled. He gently slid his hand down the older boy's chest. Then he followed his hand with kisses. Slowly creeping down Seifer's body, Zell slipped himself under the covers completely. His strong ungloved hand made it down to Seifer's penis, and the fighter started tracing any veins that he could feel. Before Zell could get his face all the way down there, the gunblader opened his azure eyes and lifted up the dark covers to look at the fighter.
"Ya wouldn' wake up," Zell stated then smiled, "We're late."
"What?!" Seifer looked at the clock, "Shit."
The younger boy pulled away before his boyfriend could hit him, as Seifer shot out of bed and dressed quickly into his cadet uniform.
"Aah! Why didn't you wake me up earlier!"
"I jus' woke up too, ya know."
Seifer shook his head is annoyance, "How did I forget to set the alarm? Damn. I still got to get the kids ready. Quistis is going to give me detention for this."
"Oh. I can fix that." Zell stopped watching Seifer getting dressed, and roll over to the end of the bed. He rummaged in his shorts for his phone. Once found, he dialed a number and put it to his ear.
Seifer could hear someone answered. Zell chimed into the phone. "Hey, Squall!! Seifer's going to be a little late. Don't let Quistis give him detention... It's my fault... Don't think sick, pervert... Yeah, no, he's on his way now--"
"My kids, Zell!"
"I'll drop them off Seifer, Just go." Then back into his cellphone, "Don't worry about it Squall. I'll be there in time for class. It's me. Good old reliable Zell Dincht. Have I ever let-cha down?... Oh! One time! One time 'n ya neva let meh forget! Anyways--" Zell looked at his cellphone, then at Seifer, "Bastard hung up on meh."
The gunblader chuckled and kissed his boyfriend on the cheek in thanks and left.
"Ah Seif," Zell called after, "I need the address."
After Zell made sure Seifer's twin kids were dressed and ready to go, he quickly rushed them over to his Ma's house, and got ready for class himself while his Ma fed the twins breakfast. Zell decided it would be proper of him to dress in his sleek, attractive SeeD uniform for at least his first day of being an instructor. Zell didn' know what to teach his class, and was nervous just thinking about it. He wonders if Squall would like him to teach the children how to become successful Martial Artists or just about the concepts of Martial Arts. The Commander also said both combat and defense was to be included in the class. Zell sighed in frustration. What should he be teaching his class?
The fighter rang Squall once again.
"What now Zell?"
Zell shuffled his feet, "Whaddya want meh ta teach in the class? I'm buggin' here."
"Martial Arts."
"Great. Thanks. That narrows it down," Zell rolled his ice blue eyes, "What 'bout Martial Arts do ya want meh ta teach? Like the skill or the knowledge. Like do ya want meh ta teach 'em how ta become a Martial Artist, or like jus' the theories behind it?"
"Do you think you can make them into Martial Artists?"
"Yeah."
"Then I would like that. If it's no longer a defense or combat class, and it is a Martial Arts class, I'm still satisfied. More SeeDs like you, the better."
"'K," Zell relaxed, but before he could thank Squall or even say good bye, Squall hung up again. Zell chuckled to himself. For some reason Squall doesn't say good bye on the phone, when he feels the conversation is over he just hangs up.
With now burdenless broad shoulders, Zell strutted over to his very small book selection, and hunted through his collection for find a certain one. He slipped the thin eton blue book in his back pocket, and hurried back downstairs. Zell flew to Fujin and Raijin's address that Seifer had left on their kitchen table for him, with the blond twins also on his hoverboard.
Zell pulled up to the rather old apartment building, that stood about ten stories high. It was red brick, and in really rough condition. The fight brought the kids to the door and paged the button with Raijin's full name on it.
A distracted voice answered after a few moments. "Hmm... Yellow?"
"It's Dincht, I have Seifer's kids."
"Thief," was the only thing Zell could hear being muttered before the door was buzzed open. Zell walked with Serena and Little Seifer up a few floors, and down two different hallways. The dull brown paint along the way was shabby and brittle, and missing in a lot of places. The martial artist didn't really like the look of this place; he was worried it would fall down at any minute from lack of love. The kids guided him to a door that looked as though it was recently painted, polished, and washed. Zell knocked on the door.
It took a couple of moments, but finally the door cracked open a bit, and a dark-haired, dark-eyed medium skin-toned face appeared in it. Raijin looked Zell up and down, then looked at the kids, "Nope. I'm not letting you in."
Serena whined and bounced slightly, "Raijin!"
"What?"
"Let uth in!"
"Naaaw. I don't think I want to."
Zell took a step forward, "Would ya ratha have meh get fired, and Seifer get expelled then?"
"... A little bit..." Raijin smiled and closed the door. Zell heard the lock slide over and Raijin open the door.
"'K," Zell said towards the kids. "I'll see yew kiddos lata."
"Bye-bye." Serena hugged him.
"Bye, Serena dear."
"Good luck, Instructor Dincht."
"Thanks, Lil Seif." Zell hugged him.
"Instructor? OooOOoo." Raijin chimed from the doorway. The martial artist looked up at him for the first time, and noticed Raijin was standing there in nothing but black boxers with bright crimson hearts on them.
"Great way ta dress in front of a lil lady."
"I do my best, ya know," Raijin challenged jokingly.
Behind Raijin, Zell could see a short little sliver-hair woman walking over. With a patch over her left eye and only a topaz housecoat on, she was carrying a charcoal-colored housecoat. Fujin slipped the housecoat she was carrying onto Raijin, as she looked at Zell and demanded,"SEIFER. CALL."
"Ya want meh ta get him ta call ya?"
"AFFIRMATIVE."
"'K," Zell nodded hesitantly.
The martial artist waved to them all and jogged back outside. Jumping on his hoverboard, he sped to the Balamb Garden. When he arrived there, Squall was standing by the grand front entrance. Standing with his arms cross, The Commander watched Zell with a look of aloofness.
"Finally," Squall commanded, boringly.
"Shut up. I'm not late," Zell stated when he reached the boy.
"No. But you will be once I show you where your office is, and you get settled."
"Not if ya run fast."
Squall smiled for a moment as he turned away, "Would you like to teach inside or outside?"
The martial arts master fell into step with the fast pace walking of his Commander, "Both, but inside for the next few weeks."
"Okay. Is there anything you require for your lessons?"
"Taday, mats. Everythin' else I'll be buyin' specially."
Squall's gaze rested on Zell, "I'll need to cover the class supplies, Zell, as there will be used in the Garden. What kinds of things do your students need?"
"I'll give ya the list lata... When I've written it." The fighter flashed his award winning smile at the Commander.
"Way to be prepared, Instructor Dincht."
"Yeah. Well. Whatev's. I've bin busy gettin' happy. Speakin' of which. I think his kids like meh. I know Serena does, don' know if Lil Seif does... Though he did wish meh luck, then called meh Instructor Dincht... S'weird."
Squall stopped dead and looked at Zell.
"What?"
"Did you just say 'S'weird' like it was a word?"
"Shut up. I don' make fun of yew... To yer face... "
Squall shook his head in slight disbelieve, "I swear Zell, your pronunciation gets worse and worse."
Zell was a little hurt by this. This was the second time in the past two days someone has joked about the way he spoke. It was getting annoying really. So he talks a little fast. So he didn't say every little part of every word. Doesn't make him incapable of speaking properly.
The Commander watched Zell thinking, "Zell. I meant it as a warning. You're students may need you to repeat things over and over again, and I would appreciate it if you did not get angry with them for it."
"Then next time," Zell stated coldly, "could ya form it in the shape of a warnin', 'stead of an insult."
"Here's your Office." Squall said calmly, the fighter rarely got mad at him.
"Classroom?"
The Commander was shocked that Zell was being short with him, "At the end of the hall."
"Good." Zell stocked away from Squall, and closed his office door. His office was small, but not too small. It held one plain metal desk, with a uncomfortable looking metal swivel chair, and an empty dark mahogany bookshelf. Zell leaned his Hoverboard against one of the bare walls, kicked his lonely, stationary desk against the wall(which it took the troublesome chair with it) and sat down in the center of the room on the cold concrete floor. Sitting cross-legged, Zell placed his hands gentle facing up on his knees. He closed his eyes and concentrated only on breathing in and out, in and out. He cleared all thoughts out of his head. He needed to calm down, and he needed to do it fast; a calm meditation would take too much time. He needed to go to his happy place. Then an image came to mind.
A beautiful man, standing there. His long trench coat the color of egg shells hovering slightly above the ground. Ebony boots covered by rather dark slacks, fit to perfection. His calm blue vest with white accents snuggled to his soft skin cladded hard muscles. The metallic chain positioned carefully at the base of his silky smooth neck of peach fleshed whiteness. Seductively lifting one charcoal colored gloved hand to his vest, the Adonis began pulling down the zipper. A slight tan down the gorgeous chest was irresistible to look away from. Irresistible not to lick. Irresistible not to rub sweating fingers down. To touch such a cold character, and feel his warmth, is worth more then water in a desert; it's not only life saving, it's life changing. It's worth every moment of suffering. It's worth every moment that you wished was your last. You'd die for this feeling. The same gloved hands that undid the vest, moved down gracefully along the stomach to the top of the slacks. With an arousing smile, the Adonis threatened to take longer with everr button and every centimeter of zipper. Slowly lowering the edge of the pants to reveal--
Ring. Ring.
Zell jumped violently out of his thoughts. "Damn it," He exclaimed loudly, stomping his foot against the wall as he lay on his side. He sigh deeply, and laid on his strong back. Looking at the stained roof if his office, he stamped his feet and pounded his hands on the ground in a mild tempertantrum. This was the second time he was interrupted in a moment of bliss by the class bells. Though, the last time was much more of a lose. He can still go home and have the real thing after class... and after Seifer's classes...
Zell sighed again and stood up ungracefully, leaving his tiny office unkept. A very unlike Zell thing to do.
He trudged his way to his nearly full classroom. There were large awkward desks in traditional linear lines, just like every other educational classroom. This wasn't the kind of learning environment that this martial arts master wanted to teach in. It was too... Squall-like. Observing the room, Zell noticed a pile of chocolate-colored mats stacked neatly in the far left-hand corner. He smiled to himself. As socially retarded as Squall was, he sure was efficient. Zell couldn't stay mad at his 'best friend' for long.
The short blond martial arts master stood at the front of the large classroom and flashed his award-winning smile at the beaming cadets. There was a larger amount of young cadets in the room, then Zell though there would be.
"This class s'not 'bout homework 'n studyin'. It's 'bout bein'. It's 'bout learnin' about life 'n learnin' 'bout yerselves. There's only one mark that I'll give in this 'ere room. How ya get ta the end. There's not goin' ta be any tests or quizzes, Martial Arts is 'bout a state of bein'. If ya can do the things I'm gonna be teachin' ya in this class, then there is nothin' stoppin' ya from becomin' a Martial arts Master like mehself."
The large class was dead silent, every cadet looking at Zell like he was some sort of omni-being. One little brunette boy in the back slowly put up his hand.
"Yes, lil boy?"
"Carmichaels, Sir. Lenny Carmichaels," the boy squeaked, "Does this mean that we don't have homework?"
Most of the class agreement in wonderment with the idea.
"Absolutely not," The martial arts master disagrees, "There'll be a different kinda homework. This is a trial 'n error class, a physical class; This is the kind of class that not only physically drainin', but mentally drainin' as well."
The class groaned disrespectfully.
"Hey guys. If ya don' want ta do the work. Why ya at the Garden? Why ya in my class?" The class stayed quiet, so Zell continued, "Ok. Everyone up." They obeyed. "Grab a holda yer desk 'n push it against the wall. From now on, we'll no longa be sittin' in desks. Grab a mat, 'n take a-seat."
Once the new cadets were seat carefully on the square mats, Zell sat himself on one. Sitting cross legged for the second time in ten minutes, Zell gently placed his gloved hands palm up upon his knees. The bright-eyed cadets followed suit.
"Meditation is the key ta Martial Arts. Without the ability to Meditate, your movements will never reach full potential." The instructor pulled out the eton blue book from his back pocket gracefully. "Rene Descartes(1), the Philosopher who's theories of Meditation are divided in six parts. In meh class we'll only be studyin' the ideas of the meditations. Like, the core ideas. Afta all, this isn't a Philosophy class, you don' need ta question every lil bit of life's everythin'. 'K guys, I wanncha ta close yer eyes 'n listen ta what I havta say. I will talk slowly 'n softly so that anyone can feel what I'm sayin'. For this ta work, I need ya guys to clear yer mind. Ya shouldn' be thinkin' 'bout anythin'. Be completely relaxed, no snorin' please, and calm yer mind. Focus on nothin' but meh voice. Only think of what I'm sayin' 'n when ya think 'bout it, put it inta feelin's."
Zell watched closely as the class adjusted themselves, and closed this eyes in relaxation. He quitely flipped open the small soft-covered book to the first page, and began reading slowing from the novel, "In Descartes' words, ' Good sense is the best distributed thing in the world, for everyone thinks himself to be so well endowed with it that even those who are the most difficult to please in everything else are not at all wont to desire more of it than they have. It is not likely that everyone is mistaken in this. Rather, it provides evidence that the power of judging well and if distinguishing the true from the false... is naturally equal in all men, and that some people are more reasonable then others, but solely from the fact that we lead our thoughts along different paths and do not take the same things into consideration. For it is not enough to have a good mind; the main thing is to apply it well. The greatest souls are capable of the greatest vices as well as of the greatest virtues. And those who proceed only very slowly can make much greater process, provided they always follow the right path, than do those who hurry and stray from it.'(2) "
A calm silence fell over the class room as the martial arts master ended his lengthy quotation. Zell closed his own eyes and listened to the quiet inhales and exhales of his small cadets. He smiled to himself as his confidence in himself grew. Maybe he could do this. Maybe he could instruct cadets and have them learn to be martial artists.
Zell's pale blue eyes opened to 26 pairs of eyes with a small variety of different colors. Each one of the young cadets watching him, staring at him, leaning around others to get a better look, and silent, dead silent. "How'd that make ya feel?"
"Like Gold, Sir," A little girl called from the front row, "He tells us that everyone is made the same. Only those who used their good minds, don't make mistakes as often or not at all. Also that those who take the time to work on everything slowly usually make the right choice."
"Impressive, and correct." The little girl beamed at the respected instructor's compliment.
Zell figured that this lesson was enough for one day. This kind of thinking was a lot to get used to, and as an instructor, he really didn't want to scare them away so soon in his teaching career. "'K, class. I'm gonna let-cha free with this as homework: Think 'bout how that quotation will relate ta Martial Arts, 'n we'll discuss it tamorrow. Now, I know this class seems a lil exhaustin' 'n unproductive right now, but it's so worth it in th'end. Ta master this way of thinkin', is the steppin' stones of Martial Arts. It's not all 'bout fightin', ya know..." he chuckled, "See ya guys tamorrow. Have fun learnin' in yer other classes, kiddies!"
The young cadets arose slowly and cautiously, as if they were wondering if class was really over so soon. Zell sat on his mat, cross-legged and still in meditation formation. After reassuring their selves that class was, in fact, over; the cadets hurried out the door with joy at the free moments they had before the following lesson. The martial arts master watched with contentment, happy that his class seemed to be pretty well behaved.
Interrupting his thoughts came a voice of great attraction, "Scared them away so early, Chicken Wuss? A little harsh for your first day."
Zell slowly focused on his surroundings and dragged his gaze to meet Seifer's. No real emotion on his face from clearing his mind for the meditation.
The gunblader gave his lover a confused looked, "Are you okay, Zell?"
The martial artist smiled, "Yes. Sorry. It takes meh a'lil bit ta get out of clearing my mind so thoroughly. I haven't done it in a while."
Seifer wandered over to Zell, and lowered himself beside the younger blond. Reacting over, Seifer interlinked his fingers with Zell's, and studied his lover's face. "How was your first class?"
"Ahh... Good. I got 'em ta move their desks, told them it's gonna be mentally exhaustin' in my class, read ta 'em, kicked 'em out early and-- Hang'on... Aren' ya supposed ta be in class? 'N how didja find my class so fast?"
"I didn't have a class this block. I have one in the morning, then two breaks, then two classes. I walked around for a bit, then I found Squall muttering to himself for some reason, and asked him. He told me where to go."
"Two Breaks, ya say?"
Seifer watched as a mischievous grin widen on Zell's face, "Maybe. What's it to you?"
The younger blond stood up, pulling his lover to his feet, "I'm gonna use ya..."
"Sounds fun."
"... ta help meh move the desks out of here 'n fix this classroom up... 'n my office."
The gunblader raised an eyebrow seductively, "An office you say? A room that is all yours with a lock, without windows, without distractions, without... people..." he wrapped his arms around Zell's waist, and kissed his neck lightly, "Sounds dirty... and fun."
The martial artist chuckled softly into his lover's ear, "Lata. We'll have fun in it later. Right now I need ta fix up both rooms before tamorrow."
Seifer kissed Zell lightly, "Whatever you say. Heh. What do you need me to do?"
"Help meh move the desks outta here, the less objects ta get distracted 'bout, the greater the concentration."
The two blond boys removed all of the large awkward desks out of Zell's classroom into the hallway, piling them on top of one another to reduce the amount of space they took up. Seifer then was asked to help Zell removed the discarded equipment from his small office. By the time the boys were able to empty the class room and office, it was Seifer's time to head back to class. Zell saw him off, and left the Garden to get three different colors of quick-dry paint, a couple of planks of mahogany wood and building supplies, a small roll of slate carpet, supplies for his office, and a roll of plastic wrap. He called Squall on his way back to the Garden, after remembering that he was supposed to get a list of supplies he'd be needing.
"Squall Leonheart speaking." Came the Commander's distracted voice.
"It's meh." Zell informed, "The supplies I need for my class is, like, slippers 'cause I don' want'em ta wear shoes. Not as relaxin'. Mmh... I think that's everythin' for now."
"What are you doing? There's a lot of wind in the background... You almost difficult to hear."
"I'm boardin'."
"Why?"
"'Cause I needed ta pick up paint 'n stuff for meh classroom."
There was a slight pause before Squall questioned, "Paint?"
"Yeah. The color of the room ain' very relaxin'. 'N ya need ta understand relaxation before ya can master it. It's the steppin' stone for Martial Arts. Oh, plus my office sucks, so I need ta fix it up..."
"And how much is that costing?"
"You? Nothin'. Me? Don' matta."
"Zell."
"Squall, don'. When I think ya need ta pay for it, I'll let-cha know, but if it's for more personal reason, the Garden ain't paying. So, let meh tell ya what I need when I need it, 'n leave the rest upta meh."
"If that's how you want it."
"Oh," Zell suddenly remembered, "There's desks outside my class that I don' need."
"That reminds me, Zell. What did you say to your class this morning? I've never seen a drop out rate for a class this high since I've been attending here. Many of your students dropped out of your class this morning and transferred into a different weapon specialty. It looks like you have about 12 students left."
"... Dropped out?..." repeated Zell, "... Transferred?..."
The martial artist stopped dead where he was hovering. He couldn't believe that cadets left his class. Was he a bad instructor? Did he make it seem too hard? Zell hung up his phone, subconsciously, without saying a good bye. He just couldn't believe that he was a bad instructor. The cadets all looked like they wanted to be in his class, with their eager eyes and full concentration. What did he do wrong? Was he just imaging that they were enjoying it? Zell dropped his bags as he slumped over in slight depression. Climbing off his board, the young blond sat on the side of the road in shock. The class felt so right. It felt so promising.
Zell sat there staring at a brown piece of grass swaying in the mild breeze for an unknown amount of time to him. Just sitting, blank minded. It wasn't until a warm body lowered themselves beside him, and placed their arm around him, did he remember that he still existed and was on the edge of a road. Zell looked over into the azure eyes of his lover's concerned face.
"I'm a terrible instructor..."
"No you're not. I watched some of your class. You did the best thing you could have for that class. You cut the crap, and gave them everything they needed to know to see whether Martial Arts was the right weapon for them. You showed them that Martial Arts is a very controlled art, that not just anyone could do. Those 12 students that are left would have been the most successful of the entire class you had before, because they are the only ones that are going to try. Trust me, hun, it'll be much nicer this way," Seifer reassured him, giving a brief hug and a light kiss on the temple.
".. How did you know there was only 12 left?" Zell turned his face into his boyfriend's chest and wrapped his arms around his torso.
"You do remember I have class right now, right? Squall came to my class and pulled me out and told me what happened. He gave me the keys to a Garden vehicle so I could find you faster. Heh."
Zell chuckled lamely, and just closed his eyes.
"He does care, Zell. He just has a bad way of--"
"S'not that," The younger boy muttering into his partner, "I know he cares, it was jus' the shock of the cadets leavin' my class. It was devastatin'. I was hesitant when I got inta class 'bout how good I'd be, but halfway through, I noticed that they actually might like it 'n I was actually a good instructor... That news was jus' hard ta take."
"Watching you with your class today Zell, makes me very proud of you. Well... Even more proud of you. You've been a SeeD for less then a year, and look what you've done. I'm very proud of you and very glad that you are mine. heh. You will be a great instructor, just like you were great with my kids yesterday. Everything you do, you're great at it... And I do have a access to a wider variety of things you can do then anyone," Seifer kissed Zell, yet again, as he chuckled, "Personally, that's why I think there was so many kids in the class, because you are so great."
The younger boy sighed, "Yeah. I suppose..." Zell climbed to his feet slowly and helped his rather tall boyfriend up, "So, wouldja get in trouble if ya played hooky the rest of yer class?"
"Do I care," Seifer lightly stroked the shorter blond's cheek adoringly, "What do you have in mind?"
"Well. I was thinkin' since ya already got a bigger vehicle, we could pick up a office set, so we could... use... it lata."
Laughter thundered out of the gunblader, "You are so bad, Zell Dincht. Always thinking about sex."
"Nah. Always thinkin' 'bout-chu."
"Same thing."
Zell flashed a mischievous grin at his beautiful boyfriend.
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"Too high." Zell claimed as Seifer pushed him against the front of a desk from behind, "It's hittin' my stomach."
Both boys were testing out the height, sturdability, and strength of all the desks in the store. Seifer pulled Zell away from the high oak desk that the gunblader himself had been pressing him up against.
Seifer softly rubbed his boyfriend's stomach as he looked around, "How about that one in the corner?"
"Let's test it."
The older blond pulled Zell towards the desk that Seifer had pointed at himself. Zell was then picked up gracefully and tossed on the top of a nice polished mahogany desk.
"Sturdy," Seifer observed as he placed himself in between Zell's strong legs.
"Ah... Sirs?"
Zell wrapped his legs around Seifer's waist underneath his gray-tinged trench coat. The gunblader shifted his boyfriend so that he could actually feel his own penis against Zell's ass.
"Decent height for me as well."
"...Sirs?..." came the shy voice of the Sales associate again.
The martial artist uncoiled himself from Seifer, and climbed off the strong wooden desk. Zell's boyfriend roughly turned him around and rammed him against the sturdy desk. Zell released a slight gasp.
"Sorry." Seifer muttered into his lover's ear.
Zell turned his head to gaze over his shoulder into the azure eyes of his beautiful man, "Don' apologize for somethin' ya plan on doin' 'gain... lata..."
"Sirs!"
Zell finally looked over to the Sales associate, "We'll take it."
"That's all good, but this is a family store!"
Seifer laughed, "And how do you test out what desk you need? Huh? We're just testing it out the way it'll be used the most."
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Once the strong sturdy mahogany desk was in Zell's office with accompanying comfortable chair, Seifer had to head to his final class of the day. After wishing his attractive boyfriend good luck, Zell tarped the remaining objects in both of his rooms with clear plastic. He then started painting his rather large classroom walls a soft moss green, given that green is the color of relaxation. As he left his classroom to dry quickly, he headed to his tiny office down the hall. The bare walls there soon became Baby blue, then Zell headed back to his hopefully dry classroom with Dark grass green for the floor. The roll of slate shag carpet was for his concrete office floor so when he sat on the ground it didn't hurt as much. With the mahogany planks he build a five sided box for his classroom, which he placed in the middle and laid his personal mat on top.
Seifer's class ended just in time for him to come and help Zell position the brown mats for the cadets in a circular design around the martial art master's mat. The box under Zell's mat was just high enough for all the young cadets to see him even if there was someone sitting in front of them. Once the relaxably green classroom was finished, the blonds headed to Zell's small office to finish it. Seifer didn't have much to do after setting the bookcase back up, and proceeded to watch his boyfriend put away his new office supplies in their rightful place. Once Zell completed the desk and placed his copy of Rene Descartes' Meditations on his bookshelf, he sauntered over to the door and locked it.
"Now," Zell stated, turning to look at Seifer, "It's time ta break in the new desk. No clothes this time."
The gunblader, grinning with humor, grabbed a hold of his short blond boyfriend and kissed him passionately. Zell slowly slipped his gloved hands under Seifer's long yet light trench coat. Removing the taller boy's coat, the martial artist ran his hands down muscular arms then kissed Seifer's broad shoulder as the coat hit the floor. The older blond grabbed Zell's covered hands, only to take off the fighter's gloves. Zell unzipped Seifer's midnight blue vest and rubbed his warm bare hands along the now exposed chest. Leaving little wet kisses on the exposed chest of his boyfriend, the fighter allowed the vest to hit the floor as he continued down Seifer's long muscular arms and Zell used his teeth to uncover the other blond's hands.
"Hyne, I've bin waitin' for this all day," Zell lustfully moaned, as he started undoing Seifer's smooth slacks.
Seifer noted how undressed he was compared to his hyperactive boyfriend, "I can tell."
The young fighter chuckled. Ever since he was trying to calm himself down before class, having Seifer this close to Zell was making his anticipation unbearable. He wanted Seifer rough and hard, and he wanted him now. Underneath all this lust on Zell's brain, he was also thinking about how great it felt earlier when Seifer was talking and listening to him. It felt great to know that he has someone with him on an intimate level, as well as having them on a sexually level. Zell loved the idea that he has someone to go to when ever he needs someone, like to talk to or to complain to, or even to just sit and exist with. Despite what he said not to long ago to Seifer, about him just wanting lots and lots of sex, it was more than that... It's been what Zell has been searching for his entire life. This relationship with Seifer completes him. Seifer Almasy completes Zell Dincht.
"Zell?" Seifer looked at him with concern, still standing in front of the fighter mostly undressed.
"Yeah?"
"I lost you there for a second. Where did you go?"
Zell blushed, "I was thinkin'..."
"About?"
"You."
"Well you have me. Right here."
Zell gazed up into Seifer's azure eyes, smiled contently and murmured lovingly, "I know. That's what I was thinkin' 'bout."
Seifer half-smiled in a form of comfort and slight appreciation at Zell's words. Seifer knew, just as he was certain that Zell knew, they no longer fucked or had sex, it was almost like making love... roughly, of course.
Both boys continued to undress each other, kissing and biting at any opportunity. Seifer guided Zell roughly back against the newly decorated desk and started attacking the younger blond's neck with biting and sucking. Zell's moans raised in volume, and he pulled away for a moment to lean back and brush everything off the desk and onto the floor, even though it took him ten minutes to get it all perfect. The gunblader lifted his lover and boyfriend onto the smooth polished surface, and placed himself in between Zell's huge strong legs which wrapped themselves around him.
Kissing each other passionately, Seifer lubed himself up in preparation. The taller blond raised his none lubed hand up his young boyfriend's defined chest and pushed him so that Zell's bare back rested against the cold surface of the desk. Seifer, while supporting his boyfriend's back, slowly pulled back to reveal the unprepared target in which his lubed penis was intended to enter. Once he got a panting Zell ready, Seifer entered carefully, but didn't stay going slow.
Zell half grunted and moaned, hoping that the walls of his small office were soundproof, because there is no way he could stay quiet for very long. With Seifer slamming into him, the fighter was finding it hard to keep himself on the smooth desk. So, Zell wrapped his ungloved palms around the edge of the desk, pushing back against the hardness of his boyfriend.
Seifer almost stumbled at the force against him, "Hyne, you're strong."
Zell chuckled softly, "Sorry."
After another couple of thrusts, Seifer was forced to pull out when Zell shifted and sat up suddenly. Before the gunblader could question what was going on, the hyperactive fighter jumped up and tackled him to the ground, on the dense shag carpet.
"Wha--"
"There's somethin' I wanna try."
"Oh-kay. Little warning next time."
Zell smirked and, as he's settled himself down on his tall boyfriend's chest, kissed Seifer hungerly. Slinking his hand down the gunblader's torso, the fighter arrived at the base of his lover's shaft and loosely grasped it. Seifer, trying to figure out was Zell was about to do, felt his breath hitch in his throat. Still kissing, the younger blond slowly slithered down until his penis rubbed against the other boy's. Zell raised himself away from Seifer's warm, sweaty body into a hovered position. The fighter then proceeded to impale himself upon the hardened member of Seifer Almasy.
Zell threw his head back in slight pain, but raised himself back up for another quick drop. The martial artist continued the cycle as the gunblader's hands grasped Zell's hips tightly. Simultaneously, Seifer helped Zell guide his strong body upon Seifer's dick, as well as the gunblader was thrusting up into the fighter. Seifer was moaning almost as loudly as Zell who was riding him. The gunblader lustfully stroked his partner's cock, wishing he could devour it with his hot, moist mouth. A rather sweaty Zell was ecstatic that his legs were so muscular, because he felt like he could do this all day. Riding rough and getting fucked hard at the same time, accompanied with firm stroking, was exciting Zell too quickly to last all day though. A surprise to both of them, Seifer came first, followed very closely by Zell cumming on his boyfriend's ripped chest. The fighter then rolled off onto the ground, panting.
"So.." Zell breathed looking at his boyfriend, who's eyes were closed, "Did-ah *pant* that hurt *pant* too much?"
"Nah. It hurt the right amount," Seifer smiled. Suddenly he looked over at his red-faced fighter, "Is this shag carpet?"
"I'm sorry... Did-we-what-on-the-carpet?"
"Sha--" Seifer shook his head at Zell's lame attempt at a joke, "Real mature."
"Heh heh. I almost gotcha though," the warm martial artist chuckled, "Man, s'hot in 'ere... Oh!"
Zell was checking out the small cyan office, seeing if anything could cool his warm body down a tad, when his gaze landed on his desk. The cold, smooth, flat surface would play a role in their christening of Zell's new office after all. The younger blond climbed to his feet hesitantly, wandered over to his office desk, and laid his back on the cold mahogany top.
"Aaaaahhhhh, yeeaahhh."
"Nice and cold?"
Zell turned so his head hung off the longer side of his desk, and looked at Seifer, "Totally."
Seifer eyes traveled along the parts of Zell's body he could still see, while laying on the ground. The gunblader had the desire to lick the sweat droplets that rested upon his boyfriend's chiseled torso. Without hesitation, Seifer got to his hands and knees, crawled over to Zell, and kissed his upside down face. The martial artist smiled and kissed the other blond in return. Seifer's kisses and little pecks started to venture up Zell's exposed neck, as he rose off his knees. Licking at wetter areas on the short fighter's chest, the gunblader ran his eager hands along the sides of his lover. Seifer cupped his hands around Zell's butt, as he dove into his most recent fantasy. Running is tongue against Zell's harden shaft, Seifer squeezed the tight muscles in his hands. The younger blond moaned lustfully, reached for his taller lover, and pulled the gunblader closer to himself. A breathless pant escaped Seifer as his erection was shoved so deeply into Zell's warm, hot mouth by the martial artist himself. Slowly the taller boy wrapped his sneering lips around the head of Zell's penis and carefully closes his teeth, not to cause pain, but to cause pleasure from slight pain. Zell dug his nails into Seifer's tight leg where he was holding on to. The younger boy took the playful challenge of his lover and, not only did he rake his fangs across the pulsating veins on Seifer's penis, Zell playfully nibbled on the entrance of the urethra before he removed Seifer from his mouth completely. Traveling along the outside of the gunblader's dick, the young SeeD headed for the sack hang not to far off. Licking, biting, and sucking on Seifer's balls, Zell couldn't help but get a little distracted when (after moaning deeply) Seifer pulled Zell's legs closer to himself so he could get his head down farther. The taller blond dug his face closer to the highly sensitive inch or so of skin just below the fighter's scrotum. Grasping, Zell focused on his previous act, and drove Seifer erection deep into his mouth again. With his gloveless hands the martial artist directed his lover's penis in and out of his own mouth, until Seifer got the hint and started thrusting into Zell's open mouth repeatedly. The boys continued to sixty-nine with each other on Zell's desk, until both had released in each other's desperate mouths.
Seifer sat himself down on Zell's desk, and looked down at the dried cum on his chest from their beginning sexual act, "Heh. Now I have to go and clean myself up. I really don't want to be covered in semen when I go to pick up my kids..."
Zell smiled and reached into a drawer, pulling out travel size pre-wet cleaning cloths, "My office is prepared."
"Clearly."
Suddenly knock sounded on the door.
"Umm..." Zell looked around the room for the bulk of his clothes, "One secon'!"
The blond boys hurried around Zell's small office grabbing their own clothes. Zell got his SeeD pants back on in the same amount of time it took Seifer to grab all of his clothing and hide under the sturdy desk. The young out-of-breath fighter slowly opened his office door, to reveal the face of The Commander, Squall Leonheart.
Squall just stared at Zell for a moment, "Why are you out of breath?"
"Had ta find my pants."
"Why weren't you wearing them?" Squall's eyes traveled down Zell's exposed body, "Why are you only wearing them now?"
"Umm... Meditating. S'easier ta relax when I'm naked. Hence the shag carpet."
"Right," The SeeD Commander shifted his weight to his other foot, "The reason I came down here is to see how you are... I didn't mean to bother you like that, I was actually trying to joke about it."
"S'alright. I was mostly just shocked. Thanks for sendin' Seif though. I 'ppreciate it."
"Yeah. Well. It's not like he needs to be in the classes anyways. He's the top of all his classes. He only needs to pass the field exam to become a SeeD."
"Then why make him?"
"One word: Quistis. She'll fail him if his attendance isn't perfect. Not to mention she's been giving a lot more pop quizzes for his benefit," The brunette gunblader shrugged.
"Well yer the Headmaster now, don'tcha have a say in things?"
"Not really. As long as she follows curriculum, there's not much she can get in trouble for... Also, there is a lot higher percentage difference of cadets passing her class now that they are being questioned on every lesson."
"Yeah... But he has a family ta take care of as well as school," Zell pleaded.
"That's why I'm looking into when Galbadia field exam is going to be. If they are earlier then ours, then I'll be sending him there... Hopefully. If they don't hate him too much."
"I'll go with him when he goes though, I can make sure they ain't gonna do somethin' stupid 'cause they don' know him very well."
Squall chuckled briefly, "I was already planning on sending you with him, though I do say you have a rather bias opinion about him now. Also, Irvine is already in Galbadia, so we can have two people dealing with the situation."
"I'm surprised yer tryin' this hard Squall..."
The Commander sighed rather dramatically, for such a socially deprived being, "I'm so sick of being the only gunblader as a SeeD. Plus, I don't have the time to actually instruct the Gunblade training class; Plus if he was in charge of the class, we'd only get the best of the best going to the class. Therefore we'd only be training cadets that have a higher chance of becoming SeeDs..." Squall then raised his voice, "Which means I need you to listen to the rules this time Seifer. No more going off on your own." He then winked at Zell and walked away.
"Huh..." Zell was dumbstruck.
Seifer laughed from under the strong wooden desk, "I think he's gotten rather observant since he's become Headmaster."
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Once the miniature office was fixed, both boys were cleaned up and redressed, Seifer's kids where picked up, it was home time. All four blonds entered the Almasy house, Seifer carrying Zell's hoverboard, Senera hanging off of Zell, and Little Seifer with his nose in another book.
"Ya know," Zell sighed, gazing over at Seifer, "I should prolly spend dinner with Ma. I've kinda ditched her lately."
"Yeah. Alright."
Zell put the hyperactive Serena down, pulled her and her twin brother Little Seifer into a goodbye hug, "I'll see ya kids lata. Not taday, but 'nother day for sure."
"Okay!" The little blond girl shrieked in the fighter's ear as she bounced up and down.
"Bye," Her twin brother casually said.
Zell climbed back to his feet, and romantically embraced his tall boyfriend, "I'll see ya lata as well." But did not express that it would be another day.
Seifer smiled contently and kissed the martial artist.
Zell placed a warm gloved hand against the older blond's cheek, stroking lovingly, "I like when ya smiled. Looks good on ya... Though... I also like when ya sneer. That's more sexy though. Heh."
Zell headed over to his house with his hoverboard, after one more goodbye kiss from Seifer. Zell spent a delicious dinner with his Ma, who asked her boy a lot of prying questions about his first day as an instructor. Without any of the... dirty... details, Zell told her all about his lesson, his reparations of his classroom and office, and even touched a little bit on his meltdown, only to praise Seifer for being there.
"Oh," His Ma commented, after his last point about Seifer, "I didn't know you two kids were getting so close."
"... Whatcha mean?"
"You said that he completes you. Which I take as you saying you love him."
'Love? Love?!' Zell thought to himself. Was that what Seifer and Zell could actually be classified as being? Did Zell actually love Seifer? He knew he could be with Seifer for the rest of his life, he actually wants to be. They were able to have personal and intelligent conversations, which means a lot to Zell. Seifer not only let's Zell experiment during their sexually acts, but he also teaches Zell how they can both enjoy it. Seifer knew when to be serious and when to be playful, and actually encouraged Zell to be the same; which is something Zell really admires in people. Seifer was supportive and encouraging, and really good with responsibility, plus has really great kids. On top of it all, Seifer had a pretty great body but even if he didn't, Zell would still want to lick it all over. Causing Seifer to moan, was Zell's favorite thing to do. All of these thoughts only lead to one conclusion in Zell's mind, love... Plain and simple.
"Damn," Zell sighed, "Guess I do."
The fighter's Ma chuckled, "You gonna tell him?"
"I onno. Prolly should."
After finishing their dinner, the Dinchts said their good nights to each other. Zell entered his slightly abandoned room, and sat on the still dirty bed. Zell remembered that lust-filled night. The beginning of the best thing that has ever happened to him. Zell laid down upon his bed, and took in a breath of the stink of his bed. In that smell, was a hint of Seifer's scent, and Zell decided he really didn't want to sleep in his own bed tonight without Seifer. The young fighter jumped out of his soon to be abandoned bed, and climbed through his window.
Seifer was already in his own bed, he was waiting for Zell, knowing Zell would be coming eventually. The gunblader smiled knowingly as the window of his master bedroom slowly opened. Zell climbed in surprisingly gracefully, and crawled into bed beside Seifer. The younger blond breathed in the scent of his boyfriend, and grinned blissfully.
"Hey Seif?..."
Seifer looked down at his muscular Zell, "Yes?"
"I have somethin' ta tell ya..."
"Mhm."
"I... love ya."
Seifer watched the look on his love's face, and smiled, "I know, Zell. I love you too."
THE END
Author's Note:
Sorry for the boring middle, I'm in University. The Philosophy class I'm in reminded me of Zell all the time. I thought I'd throw it in there. (1) Rene Descartes [Pronounced Day-cart] is a famous Philosopher, who's entire theories were to debunk everything Aristotle said, make us believe blindly in God, and to make us doubt everything about the world. lol. (2) Rene Descartes: Discourse on Method and Meditations on First Philosophy. Fourth Edition. Translated by: Donald A. Cress Published in 1998 by Hackett Publishing Company. Pg. 1.
BTW, you guys want uncomfortable, you should try writing a sex scene in class with some guy you don't know reading everything you type. Especially boy on boy sex, lol... Awkward. Anyways. I hope you guys liked it! This is the last chapter and the end. I will be writing other Fanfiction, this is by no means my last. I have 18 chapters of my next Zell/Seifer already planned. If you liked this one, the next one is a little darker, but similar, to a certain extent.
As this in the last chapter, I wish to thank many people in association with this Fanfic. First, to probably my favorite Fanfic author Scarlet Fever, who's story A Stitch in Time I've been reading (over and over again) for years. Got me interested in Zell/Seifer, and wanting to write my own. And for her allowing me to "harass" her about posting this. Second, to my best friend LuckyJynx, who showed me Scarlet Fever's Fanfic. Also, she's helped me improve on my plot line *wink wink*, and Beta read the hell out of my story. Third, to The Used for providing great writing music that just get's me in the mood. Fourth, to my parents, who gave me this great brain and the genetics to write during class as well as take notes. Oh... And Finally to Porn. May you teach me all your Boy on Boy secrets. hehe.
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