I've never said that I don't like variety. Just because girls react better when you flirt with them, in general, does not mean that I limit myself. I find that girls are better for a one-night thing, they're harder to entice for a short like that. Its more of a challenge to get a guy into a long term relationship that isn't just sex. Sometimes, though, I really want to.
Like now. I notice things, most people don't think that I do. Too self-absorbed to care about others and their problems. But I notice problems. I notice new scars on Zell's (divine) skin, a strange look in his eyes when he sees Quistis, and a masked anger at Squall. I've pieced it all together, vagley. I've heard strange noises coming from Quistis's room, shouts that sound like something I've heard during battle. I know she's hurting him.
And I know that he loves her, and she loves the commander. Honetsly, I don't care that she loves the commander. I just want to make him happy. I know, somewhere in the back of my mind, that it could just be me wanting to be happy myself, and just wanting him. Whichever it is, its what I want.

Irvine stood in the training center, watching Zell mauling the hell out of a monster. Irvine didn't know what monster it was, he didn't even see it. He just saw Zell, his tight muscular form moving almost artistically. It truly was an art form, a deadly dance. It was gorgeous. Irvine subconciously started to move closer, wanting to be next to him. Zell doled out the finishing blow to whatever it was. Irvine stepped on a branch, and cursed, drawing Zell's attention. Irvine turned to run, his leather jacket streaming away from him. The martial artist stood for a second, wondering why Irvine had just run away. _maybe he hates me... wouldn't be suprising... why do i care? the only favor i want is quistis's... is it?_
Zell, quite confused by now, sprinted after Irvine, overtaking him by the time they were in the hallway before Irvine's dorm. He caught Irvine by the shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.
"Kinneas? Why did you just run all the way here, like you were running away from me?"
Irvine turned around slowly, savoring Zell's touch. The taller man caught the martial artist's hand, held it gently. He no longer wanted to escape, he knew with his trained instincts that this was the right time for this kind of thing. He peeled off Zell's black leather fighting glove, and kissed the revealed hand like the Galbaldian gentelmen did in ancient times. Then, with his hold on the stunned Zell, Irvine pulled Zell closer for a real passionate kiss.
Zell didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know how to resist it. He didn't resist, but complied, kissing back hungrily out of desire for loving touch. Irvine pulled his 'vicitm' to the cowboy's room, keyed in the password, and dragged the martial artist inside, not too delicatley. He slammed the door shut, and pushed Zell up against it.
"Irvine... I don't love you..."
"Believe me, when tonight's over you WILL." Zell didn't have time to argue. He had no real will to. And after the night's activities, Irvine was right.