hi, exztazi valentine here again! whew, it's been a while since i last wrote, huh? i've been stuck between a rock and a hard place, but i think i know what i'm gonna' do with zell and seifer. yes, for those of you who are homophobic and extremely narrow-minded, they are GAY!!! *gasp* what a shock! heavens, whatever am i to do with two extremely good looking men who are sleeping together?! eheh-he, nevermind THAT train of thought. *ahem* anyway, yes this ficcie is YAOI. if you don't like yaoi, tough luck. i'm not changing this just for a few people who think zell is better with quistis. for the rest of you who actually LIKE the thought of an uke-ish zell . . . . thanks for all your support! yay!! NEways, enjoy! WAAAAHH!! i wish i owned ff7 and ff8, but they belong to someone else. i'm just borrowing them for my own twisted sense of purpose. ^_^;; (btw, Vincy-chan is WAAAAAY smaller than six feet. ok, maybe not WAAAAAY, just WAY. mebbe' 5'4" or 5'5". okies, on to the story!!)
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The next day, Squall stood in front of Zell's room, fist poised to knock. He paused when he heard sobbing inside. Opening the door, he came in to see his friend curled up on the bed, crying. "Zell?" By the looks of it, he and Seifer had been arguing again. It seemed that they never stopped these days. He wanted to scream at Seifer, tell him that what he was letting slip through his fingers was something precious and sacred. But he knew Seifer and he knew the man would never listen to him. There was something seriously wrong going on. "Zell, are you okay? What happened?" Squall said soothingly, laying a hand on his back. Zell glanced up, his face reddened and tear streaked. "Squall, what did I do to make him mad at me?" He covered his face and sobbed anew. Squall pulled him close, gently rubbing his back, trying to calm his grief-stricken best friend. "I just... don't want to lose him, Squall. I love him," Zell said brokenly. Squall sighed, hugging him. "I know, Zell," he murmured, "I know."
"...and then I said, 'Well, what're you...'" Rinoa paused, "Squall, are you listening? Squall?" The SeeD commander didn't bother answering, instead he watched Seifer, whom he'd spotted a moment ago across the cafeteria. The blond was staring at Vincent, who was sitting at a table by himself, immersed in a stack of books and papers. The young man wore black jeans that clung to his legs and hips and a black silk shirt. His hair was, for once, pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, a few strands hanging around his face. He could see why Seifer was staring, but still... Why didn't he come to sit with Zell? And that look on his face... a mix between loathing and hunger. No, Squall definitely didn't like this situation.
Suddenly feeling protective, Squall stood, walked over to Vincent's table and cleared his throat. The gunman glanced up, looking somewhat startled. Squall realized with a faint smile that the instructor wore elliptical-shaped glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, giving his already large eyes an owlish appearance. Vincent paused and blinked. "May I help you, Mr. Leonhart?" he finally said, raising an eyebrow. Squall nodded and sat in front of him, a wild question suddenly entering his mind, remembering the man's incisors. "Are you a... I dunno,' a Vampyre?" He'd expected laughter or a bemused smile at the least. Instead, very quietly, Vincent removed his glasses and put them away. "What makes you think so?" he spoke softly, seriously. "I.." Squall began, but couldn't finish. Vincent gathered his books together and picked them up. "Would you take a walk with me?" the instructor said, standing. Squall nodded blankly and likewise stood, following Vincent and he left.
"Now where are they going?" Seifer muttered to himself, hastily following the pair, but keeping well out of sight. The instructor and SeeD commander were walking outside, into the night. He saw Vincent stop Squall and they both sat on a bench. He noticed with some interest that the ruby-eyed man looked nervous. His curiousity piqued, Seifer crept closer, listening to their conversation.
"Please Squall, if I tell you something, you must promise to keep it secret," said Vincent, looking down at his hands, which were clasped atop his lap. Squall nodded wordlessly and the instructor took a deep breath. "Yes Squall, I am a Vampyre, just not in the way humans think of us." Before Squall could dart away, Vincent stopped him, turning to stare deep into frightened blue eyes. "I don't suck a person dry and I only feed every few months, Squall. When I do feed, it only hurts for a moment and then it's pure ecstasy. I know because my... " he faltered, " ...because my former lover told me."
Squall paused. "Your... lover?" Somehow, the thought of Vincent Valentine haveing a lover seemed... strange. He'd never thought of anyone holding the man's interest for long. "Yes, lover. More than lover, I suppose. Gods, I loved him more than my own life," Vincent said, wrapping his arms around himself. //Him?// Squall thought, blinking at the smaller man. "When he was killed, I... I never thought I'd be able to move on. Even now, it's hard." He turned away from Squall, pressing a hand to his face. After a few moments, a sob was heard, tremors shaking the frail shoulders. //Oh no,// Squall thought, //I've make him cry.// Before he could stop himself, he had his arms wrapped around the instructor's waist, his face nuzzling aside the raven hair to rest against the slender, dove-white neck. "I'm so sorry, Vincent. I never meant to remind you of him," Squall murmured, rocking back and forth with the young man in his arms.
Valentine took a shuddering breath and turned to face Squall, watching the SeeD's eyes for something. His face was streaked with blood, a Vampyre's tears. Noticing Squall's stare, the red lips parted slightly in a hesitant smile, and he wiped his eyes. "We're called Nosferatu. We cry blood because that's what our body is based upon instead of water." Squall nodded, acknowledging his words, before he pulled the slighter man close, pressing their lips together. He meant it to last only a moment, but feeling the smaller man crushed against him, trembling, drove him to deepen the kiss, thrusting his tongue into Vincent's mouth. Squall boldly swept his hands across the raven-haired man's back. When they finally broke the kiss, Vincent ran his fingers along Squall's lips, awe in his eyes. "You're so much like him. You even kiss the same."
Neither one of them noticed Seifer or the murderous look in his eyes.
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eheh-he, bet you'll NEVER GUESS who Vincy-chan's lover was! and what about seifer, hmm? what'll i do to him and zell? hmm... ^_^;; please, GIVE ME FEEDBACK!! did it suck, was it great? should i send it to the incinerator? should i get a job as a mail-lady and forget writing? PLEASE, DON'T MAKE ME BEG!!! PLEEEE-EAAASE!!!!!!!????????
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The next day, Squall stood in front of Zell's room, fist poised to knock. He paused when he heard sobbing inside. Opening the door, he came in to see his friend curled up on the bed, crying. "Zell?" By the looks of it, he and Seifer had been arguing again. It seemed that they never stopped these days. He wanted to scream at Seifer, tell him that what he was letting slip through his fingers was something precious and sacred. But he knew Seifer and he knew the man would never listen to him. There was something seriously wrong going on. "Zell, are you okay? What happened?" Squall said soothingly, laying a hand on his back. Zell glanced up, his face reddened and tear streaked. "Squall, what did I do to make him mad at me?" He covered his face and sobbed anew. Squall pulled him close, gently rubbing his back, trying to calm his grief-stricken best friend. "I just... don't want to lose him, Squall. I love him," Zell said brokenly. Squall sighed, hugging him. "I know, Zell," he murmured, "I know."
"...and then I said, 'Well, what're you...'" Rinoa paused, "Squall, are you listening? Squall?" The SeeD commander didn't bother answering, instead he watched Seifer, whom he'd spotted a moment ago across the cafeteria. The blond was staring at Vincent, who was sitting at a table by himself, immersed in a stack of books and papers. The young man wore black jeans that clung to his legs and hips and a black silk shirt. His hair was, for once, pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, a few strands hanging around his face. He could see why Seifer was staring, but still... Why didn't he come to sit with Zell? And that look on his face... a mix between loathing and hunger. No, Squall definitely didn't like this situation.
Suddenly feeling protective, Squall stood, walked over to Vincent's table and cleared his throat. The gunman glanced up, looking somewhat startled. Squall realized with a faint smile that the instructor wore elliptical-shaped glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, giving his already large eyes an owlish appearance. Vincent paused and blinked. "May I help you, Mr. Leonhart?" he finally said, raising an eyebrow. Squall nodded and sat in front of him, a wild question suddenly entering his mind, remembering the man's incisors. "Are you a... I dunno,' a Vampyre?" He'd expected laughter or a bemused smile at the least. Instead, very quietly, Vincent removed his glasses and put them away. "What makes you think so?" he spoke softly, seriously. "I.." Squall began, but couldn't finish. Vincent gathered his books together and picked them up. "Would you take a walk with me?" the instructor said, standing. Squall nodded blankly and likewise stood, following Vincent and he left.
"Now where are they going?" Seifer muttered to himself, hastily following the pair, but keeping well out of sight. The instructor and SeeD commander were walking outside, into the night. He saw Vincent stop Squall and they both sat on a bench. He noticed with some interest that the ruby-eyed man looked nervous. His curiousity piqued, Seifer crept closer, listening to their conversation.
"Please Squall, if I tell you something, you must promise to keep it secret," said Vincent, looking down at his hands, which were clasped atop his lap. Squall nodded wordlessly and the instructor took a deep breath. "Yes Squall, I am a Vampyre, just not in the way humans think of us." Before Squall could dart away, Vincent stopped him, turning to stare deep into frightened blue eyes. "I don't suck a person dry and I only feed every few months, Squall. When I do feed, it only hurts for a moment and then it's pure ecstasy. I know because my... " he faltered, " ...because my former lover told me."
Squall paused. "Your... lover?" Somehow, the thought of Vincent Valentine haveing a lover seemed... strange. He'd never thought of anyone holding the man's interest for long. "Yes, lover. More than lover, I suppose. Gods, I loved him more than my own life," Vincent said, wrapping his arms around himself. //Him?// Squall thought, blinking at the smaller man. "When he was killed, I... I never thought I'd be able to move on. Even now, it's hard." He turned away from Squall, pressing a hand to his face. After a few moments, a sob was heard, tremors shaking the frail shoulders. //Oh no,// Squall thought, //I've make him cry.// Before he could stop himself, he had his arms wrapped around the instructor's waist, his face nuzzling aside the raven hair to rest against the slender, dove-white neck. "I'm so sorry, Vincent. I never meant to remind you of him," Squall murmured, rocking back and forth with the young man in his arms.
Valentine took a shuddering breath and turned to face Squall, watching the SeeD's eyes for something. His face was streaked with blood, a Vampyre's tears. Noticing Squall's stare, the red lips parted slightly in a hesitant smile, and he wiped his eyes. "We're called Nosferatu. We cry blood because that's what our body is based upon instead of water." Squall nodded, acknowledging his words, before he pulled the slighter man close, pressing their lips together. He meant it to last only a moment, but feeling the smaller man crushed against him, trembling, drove him to deepen the kiss, thrusting his tongue into Vincent's mouth. Squall boldly swept his hands across the raven-haired man's back. When they finally broke the kiss, Vincent ran his fingers along Squall's lips, awe in his eyes. "You're so much like him. You even kiss the same."
Neither one of them noticed Seifer or the murderous look in his eyes.
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eheh-he, bet you'll NEVER GUESS who Vincy-chan's lover was! and what about seifer, hmm? what'll i do to him and zell? hmm... ^_^;; please, GIVE ME FEEDBACK!! did it suck, was it great? should i send it to the incinerator? should i get a job as a mail-lady and forget writing? PLEASE, DON'T MAKE ME BEG!!! PLEEEE-EAAASE!!!!!!!????????