Disclaimer: Don't own them, they own me! Hi Naurwen! This chappie is just fer you! Since you requested it soooo kindly. You better update one of your stories now! Aieeee! Yaoi! Inferred lemon…but no lemon…or citrus. Just fluff. Jealous fluff.

Seifer: What have you done to meeee?

Zell: To us? What have you done to us?

Me: Shush, stop deluding yourself. You know you like it! Oh Naurwen you know what they're talking about now. Aieee…they still won't admit they're gaaaaay! Aiiiieeeeeeeeee…Hi Kammy! Complete randomness…well enjoy the story folks!

Seifer sat on the black leather couch, his arm slung over the arm rest, and the other holding a beer can that rested on his knee. Taking a swig of his drink, he just gazed at the pictures that rested on top of the TV in their dorm room. Happy pictures of him cuddling the cute shorter blonde. Another swig and emerald oculars gaze swept across the neat room and into the bedroom that the martial artist and him shared. Zell was out training with Irvine. "Nope…Not jealous one frickin' bit. Nope…Not jealous. Just training…that's all they're doing." He thought to himself as his head lulled to the left to gaze at the closed door. A shadow shifted from under the crack of the closed entrance, raising his eyebrow, he rose lazily and trudged to the doorway and yanked it open. His eyes grew wide as he saw a pale blonde, staring up at him with a concerned look.

"Quistis?" He squinted to try to make the suddenly blurring figure clear itself. He swore it nodded. With a drunken hand he waved the figure in and then shut the white-washed wooden door behind him. Returning to his normal position on the couch, he plopped down only to be joined by her.

"Seifer? What's wrong?"

"Green really isn't my color." He mumbled and chugged back the rest of his beer, tossing it onto the table to join the other seventeen. The figure shifted, and studied the side of his face closely.

"What are you jealous of?" Her hand pushed back on his chest as he began to fall forward. With a soft thump back into the groaning ebony leather, he placed a hand onto his stomach and threw his other arm over his eyes as he leaned back.

"…It's been a week since we told you guys…" He slurred, "Irvine has been wanting to spend time with Zell…Fixing cars…going to bars…What Irvine considers manly." Shifting his arm from his face back to the arm rest, his head lulled to his right to face the blurry woman. "I think Irvine's a homophobe, and he can't accept the fact his friend is gay. He could care less about me!" His hand lifted from his stomach and waved around in the air, "…But this isn't 'bout lil' 'ol Irvy! He's spent more time with my Zell in the passed week than I have seen him come in to sleep for the night! …But me? Naw…I'm not jealous. The Seifer doesn't get jealous!" His hand flopped back onto his stomach as the woman pulled him into a friendly hug.

"Awe Seifer. Ssh…it's okay. It's okay to show your true emotions. It's only me." She tried to gather him into her arms, but he just sat there, unmoving. Finally heaving an exasperated sigh, she grabbed his right arm and slung it around her shoulders, as she scooted next to him, and cuddled his side. "Seifer…" she murmured placing her head on his shoulder.

"…The Seifer doesn't get jealous…he doesn't do jealous." Intoxicated his head rolled to the side, and the lazy arm that rested on her shoulders, pulled her closer, his hand tipping her chin up to meet his glazed over oculars.

"Seifer…" She tilted her head up, and strained to have her anxious lips meet his in a simple sweet kiss.

"…Seifer doesn't do girls either. Sorry Chica." He mumbled weakly against the soft mouth that tried to force a tongue into his. He pushed her away, only for her to jump on his lap and straddle his hips. Her hands raking through his hair.

"Oh but Seifer…you will!" She moaned as she ground her hips into him.

"…I…Love…Zell…" He muttered and his hands feebly shoved her away. She fell to the floor with a thud, and she just looked up at him, with a hurt gaze.

"Even when you're drunk, you're still gay. Seifer…Zell doesn't love you." She tried to hide the manipulative smirk. "Why do you think he's out with Irvine? He's getting banged you know. Come on, honey, wouldn't you want me? I can be just as good as a man!" Her hand reached up to tug on the waistband of his pants. A feral growl escaped his lips as he slapped the suggestive hand away.

"Out."

"What?"

"I said…Out. Get the hell outta here, you cheap slut. I dohn' believe a word that comes outta yer mouth. Zell loves me…get out." He rose to his feet and stumbled back onto the leather couch.

"I see how it is…Seifer we could've had something. Will that Zell give you children? Will he give you that soft touch of uncallused hands, will he ever get his head out of the combat kings? Do you think he'll openly show all of his affection for you in public places? When a hetero couple can show theirs any where, do you think you and Zell can? Seifer…Come on Seifer. Just spend one night with me…and I can show you what you can have." A loud banging of the door slamming against the wall, made the two jerk their heads in the direction of the two people. A very angry Zell with his chest heaving standing right there, and a very guilty looking Irvine behind him.

"Quistis…don't play games with my boyfriend. Irvine told me all about the plan to 'ungay' me or at least to get Seifer away from me. Irvine felt bad enough to confess because he was my friend. You know green isn't very becoming of you. I thought you were better than that!" Zell fumed stomping into the room to greet his drunk boyfriend, "So go put your moves on someone else." He nodded towards Irvine, taking the hint, the cowboy trudged over and began to drag a kicking and screaming Quistis out of the room. Zell knelt down by the couch and placed a gentle hand on his lover's knee. "Seifer…"

"…Yer not my Zell. Stop it Quistis." Seifer groaned and leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs, he eyed the tattooed man. "You know what…just 'cause I'm drunk *hic* dohn mean I'm stoopid. Get out of that Zell get up."

"Seifer…Oh baby it's me, Zell. Didn't you see what just happened? Irvine carted her off, it's just me. Sweetie." Seizing the moment Zell cupped the drunken man's face that reeked of Balamb's finest beer, and crushed his lips to Seifer's. Seifer didn't even bother to fight it off.

"Quistis…Stop it…" He pulled back, as a very frustrated Zell rose to his feet and paced the floor. An idea sparked in his mind as he raced into the bathroom to grab something. Coming out he jumped onto Seifer's lap and forced a liquid down his throat before he could react. "…Zell?" Seifer shook his head slowly and blinked, gazing at the man that straddled his lap.

"Yes…Why Seifer…You were drunk. I had to shove an Esuna down your throat. Frickin' hell…baby if you were jealous why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't do jealousy."

"Oh then why'd you drink so much? You never drink unless you're angry, sad, or jealous. Come on Seifer. Don't lie to me." Icy blue eyes probed the emerald orbs that tried to avoid the intense gaze. "I love you Seifer. Always have…Always will." Zell jumped off of him, and yanked Seifer to his feet. "Come on." He tugged him into the bedroom, "I'll prove just how much I love you, ya lumnut!" Zell grins as he slams the bedroom door shut.

Author's Notes: Hey, hey! Who needs lemon to create a decent story? (One I can't write lemon! Two…I'm too scared to even try.) If you readers want another chappie, then say so! Post ideas! I need ideas! 'Cause if I don't get posts to write more, and I don't have ideas…this story is finished. Chappies all up to you! Aieee…I love Hugh Jackman! And I love SEIFER! HI NAURWEN! HI! HI! HI! ^ .. ^ Review NOW!