A/N Well, here's a little something for your reading pleasures!I was thinking about going further with this story because I have an idea, but we'll see.
I am still working on a few stories. This was to help with that. I'll be posting the other story shortly,
Enjoy the read. Please leave review!
Warnings: Male/Male between Seifer and Zell , language and sexx
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It was a cold and windy night in Balamb Garden and, one Zell Dincht had just gotten back from a local pub with his friends, whom were all kinda drunk off their asses and, by they time they set foot back into Garden, they were pretty much falling over each other. Squall, however, was too drunk too walk, so he ended up needing to be carried to his room.
"Puhh meeh dunn," came Sqaull's voice, barely legible right now. Trying his best for a glare, only being interrupted by a hiccup that dared to come out.
"You can't even walk!" Zell said, the far more sober of the group. He didn't much like to drink; only on the rare occasions. He wasn't one who could hold his liquor well and he knew it, too.
"Can—can,t-too!" He tried to prove his point by getting out of Zell's arms.
"Fine," Zell put him down and, for a moment, he was wobbly on his feet until…
He fell flat on his face.
"H-ey...hooww I get d-down here?" Squall's muffled voice came from the floor, not really moving because, well, his legs decided to be traitors.
He contemplated just leaving the brunet there, but decided against it, even though it would be kinda funny the next morning,
Sighing, the blond bent down to pick the brunet up again, shifting him so he was able to carry him with ease. Then, he noted, Squall was passed out. Zell snorted.
"He-hey Squallyys' asleeepp," Selphie said, almost falling down herself.
"Yeah," Zell looked at the sleeping figure, shaking his head. It was unusual to see their usually stotic friend so out of it. He'd never let himself get this way. He had changed quite a bit over the last few months.
It was an all around entertaining night, to say the least. At least he had gotten out and did something with himself instead of working all the time, which is all they all seemed to do lately. Too many days had been spent with mission after mission or having to fill out paperwork. It made Zell grow tired of it all. It was, of course, Selphie, that had offered the extravagant night out on the town.
Well, it was himself, Irvine, Selphie and Squall. Quistsi didn't go because she had previous plans, promising to go the next time they'd have an outing. Seifer also didn't go, saying he had stuff to catch up on. Seifer hadn't been leaving his room much lately, Zell had noticed. Often keeping himself locked away from the world around him. The younger blond knew the reasons.
When he had gotten back, he definitely wasn't the same Seifer as before. More quiet and introverted. He wasn't well liked around garden, but Squall had let him come back because he'd forgiven him and knew it wasn't entirely the knights fault. Zell had agreed readily to show he was all for the idea.
""Ugh. You're not as light as you look." Zell mumbled to the sleeping brunet, standing in front of his door, keying in the code to get in. The commander had given him the code one time when he was out for a few days with his father so he could take care of some plants that Squall had in his room.
Stepping in, he made his way to the bed and dropped him onto it after taking off his boots and then covering him up. He was trying to be quiet so as to not wake the sleeping figure lying down. He sighed and made to get exit the room with a sigh and a shake of his head.
He considered Squall one of his best friends.
Continuing his trek to his room, he sighed again, deciding he needed some time in the training center. It had been a while since he'd stepped foot in there and, well, no time like the present, Zell thought, grinning to himself at his thoughts.
Passing the other corridors; he had a sudden thought if Seifer was alright. He was always so cooped up, he doesn't really get a whole lot of opportunity to talk to the taller male. When he had talked to him, he wouldn't say much either. He hadn't known what to make of this knew Seifer, honestly. Well, he supposed he was staying in his room all the time to avoid getting into trouble, Zell summarized.
He felt kinda bad for the other guy. He really had no friends, not one really liked to talk to him. He hadn't seen Raijin or Fuujin around, but knew Seifer at least still talked to them on occasions. He only knew the little tid bit of information from the brief instances where he had gotten a few words out of the taller blond.
"Sure is quiet."
Though he wasn't surprised; it was past ten already, so he supposed everyone was in their rooms by now. And he wasn't feeling particularly tired at the moment, which is why he was now finding himself standing at the entrance of the door to the training center area.
"Alright. Time to test my skills," Zell grinned to himself cracking his knuckles.
After a few minutes, he heard a noise.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he proceeded to where the noise was coming from. He was aware that it was the sound of a t-rexaur dying. Who else would be in here, Zell wondered, following the sounds. He then caught site of a familiar head of golden blond hair and paused.
"Sefier!?"
The made the other whirl around and, for a second, Zell could see panic on his face, but relief washed over it, then annoyance.
"Chicken-wuss?" There was something off about his voice.
"What are you doing here?" Zell then got a really good look at him, noticing something around his eye that looked suspiciously like a bruise. It looked as though it had been recent, as it was turning a purplish color, and there was blood from a busted lip.
"What's it look lie?" Seifer grunted, wiping his brow, feeling tired as all hell. Well, considering he had many sleepless nights, it was no surprise that he was already tired. He didn't like the look Zell was giving him and crossed his arms over his chest and glared.
"Wh-what the hell happened to you? Who did that?"
'It's nothing," Seifer shrugged, his tone sounding off. "Don't worry about it, chicken."
Zell was confused. Why the hell was he lying? It was obviously something. And of course he was worried about it. "Seifer.."
"Don't," the taller of the two snarled. I don't want you're fucking pity, Dincht."
"It's not pitty...it's just…" Zell trailed off, biting his lip, not sure what to say. He knew Seifer hated anyone pitting him.
"I don't care. Just leave me alone," Seifer snapped, glaring, wiping some blood from his cut lip. He was just ready to walk out and leave, not caring to explain. He wasn't about to tell Zell what went down, about the beating he endured, which happened a lot more than he liked to admit. It's wasn't no ones business anyway.
Zell also noticed Seifer was favoring his right leg. What the hell happened?
"You should say something to someone, Seifer. Whoever is doing this I can-"
"No!," Seifer snapped. "I don't need your help, or want it. I'm doing just fine on my own, Dincht."
"Bullshit, Seifer. You're limping and you're bleeding. "You need help."
"Fuck you," Seifer got in his face, hit hot breath hitting Zell's cheek, making him crane his head away slightly. "I said I was fine!"
"But you're not!" Zell burst out, also feeling his anger rise. What was Seifer's problem anyway?
"Oh, what the hell the hell do you know, chicken-wuss!?"
"I know that you need help and you-"
I don't need you're fucking help D-"
"Like hell, Seifer! You're fucking limping and bleeding with a bruise on your right eye," Dincht glared at the taller.
"What the fuck do you care?" Seifer's fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. He just wanted to leave. He didn't want Zell to see him like his—weak...powerless.
"Because you obviously need help," Zell said, shaking his head.
"I don't need your help. I can take care of myself just fine." Though he knew he was lying to himself and to Zell.
"Yeah, says the guy with a black eye.."
"So, what. Them assholes just got lucky!," Seifer snapped out, putting a hand to his head as a wave of dizziness suddenly hit him. "I could've took 'em."
"Seifer—"
"Just leave me alone!" he growled to him, hating to show weakness to anyone, especially Zell.
Who would do this to somebody? Seifer didn't deserve this. No one did. "No, you need my help."
"No, I don't need anything from you, wuss."
"Bullshit."
"Just fucking drop it, Dincht!" Seifer snapped again, green eyes blazing, which Zell noticed had a sheen of unshed tears in his eyes. Oh, he'd never seen Seifer cry before. That thought hurt him.
"Seifer—" Zell shook his head, at a loss for words. Seeing Seifer near tears was unnerving to the shorter man. It tore at him at Seeing Seifer like this. "You can't do this on your own."
"Oh, fuck you, Dincht. I don't need a goddamn thing from you or anyone else."
"Stop being a stubborn ass," Zell snapped back. "I'm just trying to help you. Why do you have to be such a bastard?"
Sefier suddenly stopped, face expressionless, which was worse than his anger. He eyed the other man for a few moments, just blinking. Suddenly he let out a harsh laugh, which sounded different in it's tone. Zell took a step back, wondering if Seifer had just lost what sanity he had left.
"That's right. I'm such a bastard. So just leave me the hell alone, would you? I don't need anything from you, Zell.."
"But Seifer!"
"Oh, hell! Fuck this!" he snapped, glaring and, gathering his gunblade, he turned around to walk out.
He did not need to do deal with this. He was weak and pathetic. He deserved whatever he got. He didn't need anyone's pitty. He'd be fine by himself. He had be so far, so why should this be any different? He felt a hand reach out and grab hold of his arm, halting his steps. He froze.
"Seifer, look. I know we've never been like, super close or anything, but I'm just trying to help you."
Seifer could feel himself start to fall apart at the genuine concern Zell was showing him. He almost broke down right there, and he would have if it weren't for the fact that he didn't like to cry, especially in front of others. He was growing tired of everything and he just wanted to shut himself down. Who was he kidding? He had no friends here; they only tolerated him. That was it. No one gave a fuck, so why should he think Zell cares about him?
He just wanted someone to care. But knew he was fooling himself if he thought Zell actually cared. All he'd ever done to the boy was harass and pick on him all the time for years, so why should he care? He didn't deserve it anyway.
He yanked his arm out of Zells hold. "I said I was fine. Now, if you'll excuse me." With that he walked out, leaving Zell to stare at his back, a sad look on his face.
He knew Seifer was not fine by any sense of the word. He knew Seifer needed help, but was stubbornly refusing any. Seeing Seifer like this tore at Zell's insides, making his heart ache for the other boy. He wished Seifer would just open up to him, ask him for help.
And who the hell had done that to him anyway? That was uncalled for and shouldn't have happened. He just wanted to help the other man. Shaking his head, he sighed and headed for his room, Seifer on his mind.
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"Ugh, I'm never drinking again."
"You always say that, Squall," Selphie chuckled at her friend, seeing him wince because of an obvious hang over.
He glared at her. "Whatever." Though he knew she was right.
She laughed, patting his arm, going back to her meal.
"How did I get to my room last night anyway?" Squall wondered out loud, more to himself, though she answered him anyway.
"Zell had to carry out! You passed out on the floor."
An embarrassed flush came to his cheeks, utterly humiliated at the very idea he was so inebriated that someone had to carry him. Because, really, he hadn't had a clue as to how he got there last night.
"Great."
"Oh, Squall. You had fun and you know it." Irvine said, joining the duo at the table.
He just glared at the cowboy, who withered under such a stare, making him shut up.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly, shrugging.
Squall laid his head on the table, groaning. "Never again." he affirmed.
The others just chuckled at him, knowing he was only fooling himself.
"So," Selphie chirped. "How about again tonight?"
This earned her a glared from under intense gray eyes.
"Okay, guess not?"
"Hey, guys," Zell announced his presence, his mind still on last night.
"Oh, Zell! How'd you sleep?'"
"Alright." He couldn't tell them about last night, could he? For the matter, would they even care?
"You sure, man?" Irvine eyed him for a second, seeing a far off look in his eyes, wondering what was troubling his friend.
"Sure," Zell shrugged, not wanting to discuss the matter further, heart heavy. He started chewing in his food, mind wondering off to thoughts of last night and what he had witnessed.
He wondered how said man was dealing with this all on his own. He needed to ask someone for help. Even though he knew this, he also knew Seifer. He hated asking anyone for help, thinking he had to do it all himself. But that wasn't the case. He didn't have to, but the taller male was a stubborn ass, who refused any kind of help from anyone.
He looked up in time to see Seifer cross his line of vision for a moment, seeing the other avoiding his eyes. He watched as Seifer got a plate of food, but noticed he wasn't really touching his food, just kinda staring at it, a far away look in his eyes. He noticed he looked slightly better than last night. He must have took care of his wounds. Zell stared at him far longer than he intended, seeing Seifer's eyes glance over to his direction.
Both men stared at each other for a second, both with thoughts in their head, before Seifer quickly looked away, going back to his tray of untouched food. Zell noticed he was looking a little thinner, but nothing to be too concerned about, he guessed. But he must not have been eating much lately. He wondered what thoughts were going on in the others head, and wished he knew.
"Zell?"
"Huh, what?" he blinked, realizing he got caught staring at Seifer.
"You were out of it. Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Don't worry about me. I'm fine, Selphie," he assured her with what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
Luck was on his side as she let the matter drop with a nod of her head. "If you're sure."
"I am."
"If something's bothering you, you can tell us. We're you're friends, Zell," she said with a smile.
A grunt was heard. "Uh, I think I'm gonna go lay down. I drank too much last night."
Zell chuckled at him. "I told ya to slow down! But, you insisted you were fine. You can't hold your liquor very well."
"Whatever. I can too!" Squall huffed. He rubbed in between his eyebrows where a headache was making itself known. Definitely needed to lye down. "Ugh…"
They watch with amusement as said man got up and dashed for the rest room.
"Right," Zell snorted to his retreating back, shaking his head, seeing a pair of green eyes watching for a second. Though it happened so fast, he was probably imagining it.
"Hey, Seifer!" Selphie said. "Why don't you come over here and sit with us?"
The man looked up, confused. "What?"
"Yeah, come on over, man," was said by Irvine.
"I'd rather not.." he trailed off, looking at Zell a moment. "I have to go," he suddenly said. Standing up, he grabbed his tray and walked off, not bothering to look at their confused faces at his abrupt departure.
"Well, that was weird…"
"Yeah.: Irvine cocked his head and frowned. "What was that about anyway?"
They all looked at Zell, who had yet to speak. "What?" he frowned, wondering if he had something on his face or something.
"Don't you think Seifer's been acting weird lately?"
"Well, you know Seifer…" Zell chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "He's probably just busy right now." He tried to play it off.
"Hmm." She didn't look like she believed him. He never was a very good liar, he concluded in his mind.
He just shrugged to her, hoping she would drop it. He knew Seifer was in some kinda trouble, but what would the others say? They all got along, sure, but still he couldn't help but wonder about the whole thing sometimes.
"You okay? You look someone just kicked a puppy," Irvine asked, leaning back and peering into Zell's light blue eyes.
"Yeah..I'm good." He waved away his concern, as if his mind wasn't a jumbled fucked up mess right now.
"If you're sure…" he trailed off, not sure what else he could say. If Zell didn't wanna talk about, he wouldn't. He would if he wanted them to know.
He flashed them a smile. "Yeah. You worry too much!" There, he hoped that would be be believable enough for them.
"Well, you're our friend! Of course we're worried!"
"I know Selph,"
"So...about going out tonight…"
"Nah, I'm not up for it tonight. You and Irvine can go and have some fun for all of us." Zell smirked at the couple, watching Selphie grin.
"Okay, I guess I'll take him."
"Thanks Seffie, you always know just how to make me feel special." She winked at him and he laughed.
"You guys." the martial artist shook his head at the duo.
"Are you sure you don't wanna come though?" Selphie asked again, feeling like she was missing something.
"Yea, Go have fun. I have other things to do anyways," he said with a wave of his hand.
"Oh that reminds me. I have to go pick something up in town anyway…"
He tuned out the rest of the conversation, mind wondering. He wondered about the look Seifer gave him earlier. He looked so...sad. He knew Seifer had trouble letting anyone inside his head. Zell was confused about why he let's this shit happen to him though. And it wasn't like he was in this alone, but that's exactly how Seifer felt.
Though he didn't know what what was going on in his mind. He so badly wanted to.
"Hey, I'm gonna head off," he suddenly said, standing.
"O-kay?" Selphie said, confusion written on her childlike face.
"Sorry. I just remembered something." That was a lie. He just wanted time to think for himself, to try to get his thoughts in order. "I'll see you guys later." With a wave he walked off, dumping his tray of what he hadn't managed to finish, mind too preoccupied and he wasn't really feeling particularly hungry at the moment anyways. He didn't see their confused faces as he walked out without looking back.
Why was he feeling like this? To a certain point, he could understand it. Even if him and Seifer didn't talk a whole lot, they were closer than they ever use to be, that much was true. And he couldn't seem to get the look in Seifer's eyes out of his mind, or the other night. Just thinking someone was hurting the other man made him angry. Seifer had been trying his best to stay out of peoples way and mind his own business.
And the fact that Seifer doesn't ask for help also angered him.
"Hey, you know what?" Zell heard from a males voices.
"What's up?" his friend asked, feigning interest.
"Almasy got his ass kicked last night!" The guy grinned, obviously happy with what he said.
Zell could feel his hands twitching as he continued to listen.
"Really?"
"Yeah! I heard the guys who did it bragging. Man, way to go. That was the least the traitor deserved," the first guy spat.
"How many were there involved anyway?" the second man asked, totally interested now.
"At least four."
Four!?
"Yep. They shouldn't have let that useless bastard come back here. He's not welcome."
"Yeah you're right. They should keep trash where they belong!"
"Why don't you guys just shut the fuck up!" He was surprised that that came from his own voice.
"W-what?" The guy back up a few steps.
"You heard me. You're talking as if you know him. You don't know shit!" Zell snapped, glaring hatefully.
"We know he's a traitor." the first guy said. "And he doesn't deserve to be here."
"Oh, and you think you do?" Zell snorted rudely, itching to deck the bastard. Why was he acting like this?
"I didn't betray garden," he pointed out.
"No, you just talk a big a game. That's why you don't go on missions. Don't talk about shit you don't know anything about. You don't know a fucking thing."
"I know we don't need useless wastes like him around, He's just a traitor. Worhless-" He never got to finish that sentence as a second later Zell's fist shot out in a right hook, catching him in the jaw. The guys eyes went wide as he stared up at Zell wondering what he said.
"I thought I told you to shut the fuck up, cadet!"
"W-what the-? It's just Seifer. Why are you getting so worked up? I'm just stating the truth!"
If he was smart he would have kept his mouth shut. But he obviously didn't know Zell very well. Maybe it was time to introduce him to his infamous short temper? Zell grabbed his by the front of his shirt and slammed his up against the wall.
"Keep talking," he warned. "Take back what the fuck you said." His voice was like ice. The guy gulped.
"What? No."
Zell grabbed tighter and leaned in. "I won't repeat myself. Take it back." He squeezed.
"Okay," he gasped. F-fine. I t-take it back. Just let go."
Satisfied he let him go. "Now, get the fuck out of my sight."
He watched in satisfaction as they scrambled away and he snorted in disgust.
"I don't think they'd like the idea of you attacking a cadet," came a new voice gruff voice.
Zell gasped. "My god, don't sneak up on me like that."
"What the hell are you doing, chicken-wuss?" Seifer asked leaning against the wall, eyes shining.
"What? They really had no room to talk." Zell defended himself, not feeling guilty in the slightest.
"I don't need you to defend me, though. I can take care of myself."
"I know."
"Can't say they didn't deserve it, I guess," Seifer shrugged. "But they weren't completely wrong." He was touched that Zell had defended him though.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean being here, Dincht. I don't belong here." Seifer's eyes held so much emotion in them.
"Don't say that."
"It's true though. I mean, who am I kidding?" Seifer shook his head and frowned.
"Seifer...you do belong here…" Zell trailed off.
"I hate to break it to you, Zell, but I'm not very well liked here, if you hadn't noticed," Seifer turned his head away and sighed.
"Fuck them. They just don't understand."
"Oh, and you do?" Seifer raised his eyebrows.
"I do," he nodded.
Seifer cocked his head, thoughtful. There was so much going on in his mind and he had no idea what to do about any of it.
"Let's go to my room to talk?" Zell suggested, smiling.
"Why?"
"We haven't had much time to talk lately...and I wanted to talk."
"Thanks, but no thanks." Though he wanted to, more than anything.
"Come on. We can watch a movie or something?" He started dragging Seifer by his arm.
"Hey, chicken, I said-"
"I know what you said, but I don't give a shit asshole. You're coming whether you like it or not," he tugged harder, pleased that there was no resistance.
"Fine!" Seifer huffed out a breath, trying to pull his arm away, but Zell had a strong grip. His heart was pounding in his chest. He shook his head and just let himself be dragged by the other, head swirling with emotions.
"Why do you even care? And what you did to that guy.." Seifer mentioned when he was sitting on Zell's couch.
Zell handed him a soda and sat down next to him in silence for a moment, trying to make sense of it himself. All he knew was he how angry he was in that moment and he had acted without even thinking about it. He just got so pissed. And Zell usually acted without thinking anyway. He looked over at Seifer, contemplating his response. What was he suppose to say, when he didn't fully understand his actions himself?
He just knew he couldn't listen for a moment longer and not just bash the fuckers head in right there. Which is exactly what he wanted to do; still wanted to do, as a matter of fact. How can they talk about shit they couldn't possibly even began to understand? He could feel his blood boiling as he thought about what they said.
"Seifer...you know," Zell mused, ignoring his questions for the moment. "I can't understand what you're thinking."
"Its better that way," Seifer replied quietly, leaning back and stretching his long legs out.
"Is it though?"
"Why?"
"I just realized I don't know much about you, and that bothers me." Zell looked over at him, gaze traveling his long, lean form.
"Does it?" Seifer cocked his head to the side, wondering what Zell was playing at.
"Yeah," he nodded scratching his head, chuckling a little.
"Why though? You've never made it a point to to know me before. Why now?" He noticed the way Zell was staring at him.
"I don't know why. I just know it bothers me and I'm finding myself wanting to know more about you." the shorted male mentioned, not sure where this was all coming from so suddenly. But it wasn't suddenly, was it?"
"Why?" was the quiet reply. His heart rate was picking up slightly at the close proximity between Zell and himself.
"Because.." he started, "I care Seifer."
"But that's what's confusing!" Seifer leaned forward, hands on his knees, gripping them.
"Why is it so confusing?"
"Because no one else does? I hardly think that you wouldn't be like them, too," Seifer explained softly.
"Seifer, I'm not like everyone else. I do what the fuck I want and have my own mind.." Zell smiled at him, making that stupid heart of his beat faster.
"Fair enough," Seifer nodded.
"Let me help you…"
"I told you I don't need-"
"I know what you said. I also know you're full off shit. And also, I will stick up for you and punch anyone who has anything to say, or if they attack you again."
"Zell...you don't need...I don't-" He really didn't know what to say to that. He was touched by the truthness of the words he spoke, it left him speechless.
"I don't care. You're just gonna have to deal with me fighting your battles with you," Zell grinned a the stubborn idiot.
Seifer found himself smiling in return. "But why? I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself…" He trailed off. "But you know, same.." He flushed slightly.
Zell nodded, knowing he'd won the argument. "You're cute when you blush."
"Wh-what?" Seifer frowned., He was not cute! Wait, that wasn't the point! "Cute? Did you just—Zell are you-" He really needed to learn how to talk.
"I like you, if that's what you were asking. A lot more than I thought possible…" Zell trailed off. He'd always had a big mouth. "And I wanna be with you."
Seifer was at a loss. "H-how long have you felt this way?"
"I really don't know' I think it's been a while. I just came to terms with it while I was punching that idiot."
Seifer chuckled and shook his head. "I guess….you know….s-same." He swallowed thickly, wondering where that left them now.
Zell grinned and scooted closer to his new...boyfriend?
Seifer also moved closer and cupped Zell's cheek while he leaned in and captured Zell lips in a soft kiss.
Oh my
Zell ran his hands through Seifr's gorgeous hair, delving his tongue further into Seifer's mouth, hearing the other groan at the action. This kiss—well, he couldn't explain it. But it was wonderful. He'd hadn't expected kissing Seifer to be quite like this. He pulled him closer and moaned into the kiss as he felt Seifer's hardness. But god that felt good. He ran his hands over the tallers chest, marveling how toned and muscular it was.
"So," Seifer whispered against his lips. "That was nice.." He leaned his head against Zell's shoulder, trying to get his breathing under control.
Zell just held Seifer for a moment. "Yeah. Who knew kissing you would be like that? I would have done so sooner!."
Seifer snorted, but his pride swelled at that. He could feel Zell's hands roaming lower and under his shirt, and his breath hitched when they ghosted over one of his nipples, which was becoming erect fast. "Zell…" He craned his neck and stole another kiss from the too sweet lips, while those hands explored his body.
"Say my name again." Zell tweaked a nipple, causing the other to gasp.
"Why?"
"I love hearing my name come from your mouth."
Seifer closed his eyes and leaned back to give Zell better access to his neck, while he licked and sucked it."Chicken." He yelped when his nipple was pinched to roughly. "Zell." He ran his hands down Zell's body, getting a feel of what that body had to offer him. He'd always wondered what his body would feel like, and it felt wonderful.
Zell took Seifer's shirt off, leaning back to get a good look at the muscular figure that was bare before his own eyes, eyes raking it hungrily.
"Like what you see?" Seifer whispered, pulling him back and kissing again, slipping his tongue into the warm, wet cavern.
"Yeah.." He took a pert nipple into his mouth.
By this point both were aching with need, and Seifer pressed his hardness into Zell's own, both groaning at the contact. Seifer wanted to feel more and flipped them over, removing Zells shirt, running his hands along taut skin. "Seems I'm not the only one, eh?" he teased.
Seifer huffed. "Shut up." He kissed him again, grinding against Zell through their pants.
"Fuck…" Seifer closed his eyes, painfully hard. He felt Zell grab his pants.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?"
"Seifer, if you stop now, I'm going to hurt you," he threatened, undoing his belt. "And how'd I know, you would be on top?"
"I actually like being on bottom…" Seifer trailed off, a light blush on his tanned cheeks at this admission.
Zell stopped and eyed him curiously. "You've done this before?"
He nodded. "A few t-times." He gasped when Zell grabbed his erection through his pants. Oh but damn that felt good.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah..what about you?"
"Once…" He threw Seifer onto the bed
"Damn, Dincht," Seifer smirked and shook his head. "I love this side of you.."
Zell crawled over him and kissed him. "Shut the fuck up." And that ended the conversation effectively. He started kissing his neck, nipping and sucking lightly.
Seifer grabbed the sheets as Zell found a particularly spot on his neck. 'Oh, Zell…" Zell went lover, paying attention to the nipples.
"Seifer," Zell moaned around his nipple, mouth covering the pert nub and sucking lightly. He traveled lover, swirling his tongue around Seifer's navel.
Seifer bucked his hips, gripping the sheets as he felt Zell's hot mouth get lower and lower. "Oh, my god." he moaned as Zell took the head into his mouth and sucked lightly. His dick instantly grew harder at that, and when Zell moaned around it, it sent more pleasure jolts through his entire body.
He ran his hand through his hair, urging him to go further down, bucking his hip. It was hard as Zell's hands held him still. Zell stubbornly refused to cooperate.
Bastard
"Zell…"
"Beg me."
Seifer's eyes snapped open. "What?" He frowned.
"Beg me," he repeated, determined.
"Hell no…"
"Hmm…" He ran his tongue along the underside of Seifer's cock, feeling it twitch at the contact.
"Fuck, Dincht...come on," Seifer growled lightly, growing frustrated.
"Beg me," repeated again, stubbornly. Zell made matters worse by taking it in a little further, fingers gently caressing his thighs. He removed his mouth sucking lightly on the head again, knowing he was just irritating the other man.
"Oh, fuck…fine! Please…"
How could he ignored the request? He took all of Seifer into his mouth, Seifer bucked his hips, lightly. "Ohhh." He was already beginning to feel his release coming. Seifer tensed as he felt a finger rubbing his puckered entrance.
"Relax, baby," Zell said, sucking lightly on Seifer cock again.
Seifer nodded, breath hitching as he felt the finger enter his body. It was a little painful at first, and Zell was moving slowing as to make it hurt less.
"Shiit," Sefier bucked and groaned when Zell entered another finger and found his sweet spot.
He moved his fingers slowly and then sped up a little and Seifer's moans and cries of pleasure increased. "Please.."
"Please what?" he teased
"Don't make me beg…."
"I love to hear you beg for me," Zell grinned, slamming his fingers in harder.
Sefier cried out. "Oh dammit, fuck...please...just...fuck me!," he snapped, blushing at being teased.
That was all it took. And soon Zell removed his fingers from Seifer's stretched entrance. Giving a couple licks of his tongue to the slimy puckered pink hole, which caused Seifer to bucked and hiss in pleasure.
Zell grabbed his lube from his beside drawer and slicked himself up with a sufficient amount and started poking the puckered flesh of the body beneath him, who looked sexy as hell. Sweat glistened tanned skin, writhing and moaning his name in pure pleasure that Zell was causing him.
"Okay, If you want to stop.."
"What do you take me for, Dincht? I'm not a pussy…" Seifer glared at him at and then gasped as he felt it start probing his entrance. Trying to adjust to the intrusion, he tried to relax his body.
"You alright baby?"
"Fine," he grunted then moaned in both pain and pleasure when he felt the head of Zell's penis go further in.
"Zell…." Seifer started, bucking his hips. "I'm not made of glass. Just fuck me already…"
Well, shit. He suddenly slammed into Seifer, causing said man to gasp clutch at Zell's shoulders..light headed from a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Shit, Zell…"
As soon as he heard his name from those lips again, he gripped the hips and pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in again a little harder then he meant to. But the cries of pleasure and the digging of fingers into his shoulders let the shorter man know he was doing something right.
"Oh, god…" Seifer was already reaching close to his release. He reached down and grabbed how own cocked and started pumping for all the was worth.
"Seifer, damn. You're fuckin tight…" Zell moaned. He kept pounding into the beautiful body below him. "You're beautiful."
Seifer blushed at that, closing his eyes, enjoying the intense pleasure his body was receiving.
"Let me do that," Zell moved his hand, knocking Seifer's away and grasping his cocked, pumping in time with his thrusts.
"Zell...I'm..close," he gasped, holding him tighter and wrapped his legs around others waist as he felt his release coming.
"Me too, baby…"
And with a final cry, Seifer released, his cum coating the other mans hand that was still pumping him and their stomachs. "Zell…" he sighed as he rode out his orgasm. Zell licked his had clean, seeing Seifer eye him and smirked
Zell followed shortly after. The feeling of Seifer's cum on his hand and him clenching around his cock, and the sounds the other was making is what drove him over the edge.
"Damnn…" he moaned thrusting a few more times, milking himself completely.
Seifer moaned as Zells release filled him, loving the feeling. He shuddered in pleasure.
Zell collapsed on top of him, breathing hard. Not wanting to be released from the warmth that was Seifer's puckered hole.
Seifer sighed and ran his hands thru Zell's hair and kissed his forehead, grunting when Zell finally pulled out, suddenly missing the feeling.
"Well, that wasn't so bad…"
Zell glared, and hit him in the stomach.
He laughed. "Kidding. I'm kidding," Seifer cried out when Zell pinched his side.
"Bastard."
"Chicken-wuss."
"So, what does this mean?" Zell began hesitantly.
Seifer eyed him. "What do you want, Zell?"
"I want you. All of you…" he trailed off, wondering.
"Are you sure?" Seifer asked, "I am not the most popular guy around, Dincht….I mean, think about this.."
"Are you saying you don't want me?" Zell looked hurt.
"No, that not it," Seifer sighed, holding Zell closer. He rested his head on Zell's chest, feeling Zell run his hands through his hair. "I'm saying I come with a lot of baggage. Zell...I'm not liked, in case you haven't noticed."
"Maybe you didn't quite understand me earlier," Zelll started. Taking Seifer's face in his hands, he smiled. "I'm serious about what I said. Your problems are my problems. I'm in this with you. And I have absolutely no issues with punching people, as you've seen."
Seifers smiled and chuckled, but felt his eyes moisten and that. He hugged him closer.
"There's no getting rid of me, baby." You're stuck with me." He kissed his cheek.
"I guess, I can live with that…" Seifer cried out when his nipple was bit into.
"Asshat."
"Short ass!.That hurt!."
Zell just laughed and kissed him rather deeply.
Pulling away, Seifer said, "Zell...thanks.."
Zell just kissed him lovingly, loving the little moan in broght from Seifer's sweet, soft lips. No words needed to be said.
The kiss saying everything words couldn't express.
He wondered what awaits them tomorrow. But as he lay there with the other man in his arms, he realized it didn't matter. He had what he needed in his arms.
Fuck what anyone thinks.