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.chapter three.
Zell stepped off the Ragnarok and onto the soft green grass of Balamb Island. They had parked in front of Garden, and he noticed that he had never been happier to see it. Except for after Ultimecia, he reminded himself with a small grin.
He was glad to be home. It had been a long week in Trabia, helping to defend their Garden. It was still a mystery as to why the Shumi would attack, but Zell had a pretty good idea. He just had to talk about it with Squall.
Selphie soon stepped off beside him, her bright green eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "We're home!" she announced loudly, though no one was there to greet them. She bounced up and down gleefully.
Zell nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. He loved Selphie like a sister, but he could only take so much of her hyperactive personality.
"Aren't you happy?" she squealed. She nudged him gently, giving him a sly look. "You get to see Squall again!"
He blushed and nodded again. He had missed Squall. One week with Selphie but not Squall had really messed with him. What he wouldn't have given to feel Squall's hands….
"Chicken!"
All thoughts of what Squall could do with his talented hands regretfully disappeared as Seifer came trotting over to join them beside the Ragnarok.
The usually bouncy martial artist opened his mouth to speak, yet Selphie spoke first, "Seifer!"
She giggled and jumped on him, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. "Zell told me you came back, but I didn't believe him." She kissed his cheek before jumping off, smiling brightly.
Seifer laughed. "It's good to see you, too, Selphie."
She smiled before hurrying off to unload their few possessions, expecting that Seifer wanted to be alone with Zell.
Zell looked at Seifer for a moment before stepping up to give him a hug. "Hey, Seif."
The taller blonde closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of having Zell in his arms again. With Zell, Seifer felt that he could take on anything. He never wanted to lose him again. Having Zell was having everything he had ever wanted…everything he had ever needed.
"I'm glad you're back," Zell said, slipping from Seifer's embrace. Being in those arms again had rekindled the dying flame that burned for Seifer.
"Me too," Seifer replied.
"Maybe we should go help Selph," Zell stated, not wanting the moment to get too uncomfortable.
"Yeah." He followed like a lost puppy as Zell led the way into the cargo hold, where they found Selphie struggling with a heavy looking duffle bag.
"A little help here, please?" A small smile added to the question.
* * *
Zell sat alone in the Commander's office, nervously fidgeting with the bottom hem of his shirt. Selphie, knowing that her friend wanted time alone with Squall, allowed him to make the report alone. He would be making the report soon, so long as Squall hurried and came back to his office. According to the Commander's secretary, Squall had left to help a new instructor handle her unruly class.
While he waited, Zell thought about Seifer. He was really back, and he was still Seifer who had left him. Of course, Zell knew it hadn't really been Seifer's fault. He had to leave. It was…fate. Destiny or whatever.
You've been spending too much time with Squall, he thought with a grin. Damn, I wish he would hurry up. It's been a whole week. I know he wants to see me just as badly as I want to see him. I bet he's hardly even smiled since I've been gone.
Damn, Dincht. Let's not get too cocky there. He probably worked the whole time. I wonder if he even left his office. Probably not. He's Squall.
The sliding door slid open behind him, bringing Zell out of his thoughts. He turned in his chair, smiling broadly when he met Squall's gaze. He jumped from his chair and immediately gave Squall a hug. "Sweetness."
Squall chuckled lightly, wrapping his arms around Zell's petite waist. "Welcome back."
Zell began to cover the brunette's neck with soft butterfly kisses. "I missed you." His lips trailed up Squall's jaw, soon meeting with the other's lips. They joined together to form one melting kiss of passion. One week without you, Squall. Do you know what that did to me?
Commander Leonhart was somehow able to regain himself and took a step back from Zell, giving him a 'not-now' look. He went to his desk and sat down. "Your report?"
Zell pouted, his bottom lip sticking out. He sighed and retrieved three sheets of paper from his abandoned chair. He gave them a brief look and handed them to Squall. "Mission accomplished," he said softly, sitting back down in afore mentioned chair.
Squall gave a slight half smile before looking over them closely. "Thank you, Lt. Dincht." He set them aside, knowing he wouldn't be able to concentrate with the main subject of his wet dreams sitting right in front of him. Zell still looked the same as he had when he left a week before. He had lost some of his tan, being in Trabia, but he was still Zell, wide-eyed innocent Zell. "Come here."
The hotdog-loving bishounen jumped from his chair with a wide smile, knowing he had won. He walked to Squall and gently sat in his lap, once again recapturing his lips.
Squall was glad for the missed contact. It had been one long week with just him and his hand. A long week indeed. His hands silently slipped under Zell's shirt, causing the blonde to jump unexpectedly. He retrieved his hands and gave his lover a concerned look. "You okay, baby?"
Zell nodded and smiled shyly. "Cold hands."
The smile was returned. "I'm sorry."
"'S'okay." He didn't even question why Squall didn't have his gloves on, letting their lips once again come together. He ignored the brief chill as Squall's hands tried again.
The skilled hands of the gunblade expert slipped under the top of Zell's jeans, getting a soft moan in response. Squall smiled into the kiss while his hands found their destination. They gave the martial artist's arousal a soft stroke, eliciting another moan. "My secretary is still out there, you know," Squall whispered teasingly against Zell's ear. He continued to stroke, stopping to squeeze gently.
"Uh-huh." It was said, though Squall's secretary was the last thing on Zell's mind. The only thing on Zell's mind was how good Squall's hands felt. How could they be so cold, yet cause such a nice warmth?
The doors to the Commander's office slid open, though the sound went unnoticed by the two lovers. "Hey, Squall, I was wondering - - Holy fuck!"
Both Squall and Zell forgot about their fun and turned to the owner of the voice.
Seifer.
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry. I, uh…" Dammit, Almasy. Think of something to say. Something to say. Don't just stare! Fuck…They gave me a hard on. Great. Just great. Now you're just going to stand here, a nice tent building in your pants. And of course they see it. You'll never hear the…
"Can I help you, Mr. Almasy?" Much to Zell's dismay, Squall removed his hands and looked at Seifer.
"I, um…I, uh…I came to ask if…uh…"
Squall looked at Seifer expectantly, waiting for him to put his words together so that they made sense. He sighed. No such luck. Seifer was just going to stand there, babbling like an idiot. He turned to Zell, who was laughing against Squall's shoulder. "What's so funny?"
"I think I should go." Zell quieted his laughter and carefully climbed from Squall's lap, being careful not to hurt his lover's apparent erection. He smirked and gave Squall a soft kiss. "I'll see you later, Sweetness." He walked from Squall's desk, stopping in front of Seifer to give him a knowing smirk. "Get a cold shower, Almasy." He patted the tall blonde's shoulder and left.
The ex-knight stood dumbfounded, waiting to see if Leonhart had anything to say. No, he's just sitting there waiting for me to say something. "I'm really sorry about that, Squall." Thank the gods! I made a complete sentence. Now he doesn't think I'm a complete moron. Wait…Why is he looking at me like that?
"Was my secretary out there?" Squall questioned.
Seifer shook his head. "No."
Squall nodded silently and began to look over the report Zell had brought. "Do you need something?" he asked without looking up.
"I wanted to ask if I could get out of class tomorrow."
The Commander looked up. "Why?"
"To get reacquainted with the campus."
"Seifer, you haven't been gone that long."
"I know, but…"
"No, Almasy. You will take your classes," he told him firmly. "Anything else?"
He clenched and unclenched his fists. "I'd like to talk to Zell."
"Zell has class tomorrow. Go talk to him now."
"You'll let me?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"You just had your hands down his pants."
Squall looked at Seifer blankly, as if he wasn't following what was being said.
"Forget it. Sorry I bothered you." He turned and left, hoping to catch up with Zell before he got too far. Squall's office doors slid shut behind him. Thankfully his erection had gone down, saving him time. I won't be able to sleep with images like that. Fucking bitch. Don't think about it, Seifer.
But it was too late.
His favorite body part decided to make its presence known.
Seifer sighed. Zell would just have to wait. Right now, he needed to get to his room and take care of his…problem.