Disclaimer: Don't own 'em they own me. Thank you Grinning Reaper for your beautiful review! Indeed I'm going to use your idea! Fluff in the beginning turning into anger jealousies near the end. WOO! FUN!

Seifer: Why must you insist on doing this to me? I'm not gay. Zell's not gay. What's your infatuation with me?

Zell: I agree with Failure over here…why? Why? And then Squall? DON'T DEGRADE HIM LIKE THAAAT! HE'S GETTING MARRIED ON MAY NINTEENTH DAMNIT! THAT'S TWO DAYS AWAAAAY!

Me: But it's fun…and you and Seifer make a cute couple…and that's it…both of you are going to pay. But I'll save that for next chapter…and as Seifer so proudly puts it…Revenge…is sweet.

Squall: I'M SORRY NAURWEN! I LOVE YOU! I DO! IGNORE CYNTHIA! SHE'S GONE MAAAAD! PLEASE DON'T CALL OF OUR WEDDING!

Me: Oh by the way…Hi Kammy! Hi Naurwen!

Seifer fell to the sand in fits of laughter, his shining emeralds watching a very sore Zell hobble to the silver mustang, he was dragging his dufflebag behind him. He was laughing so hard he began to roll around in the coarse granule and little bits of shells and sand imbedded themselves into his trench coat. Flopping into the car Zell shot Seifer the finger. "Oh honey, haven't you had enough? Any more and I'm sure you'll lose all feeling from your waist down, hey love, I need rest too!" He chuckled rising, his the wet tracks that had streaked his cheek acted like a natural adhesive, the sand and dirt stuck to his tan complexion. Brushing himself off, and snatching the bag he dropped he joined Zell in his car. "Oh love, I'm just kidding." He leaned over to steal a kiss from a pouting Zell. "Come on Chicken Wuss, you know I love you."

"…This is what you call love?" He lifted up his shirt to reveal the love bruises that came from this morning's happenings. Seifer's face turned beat red as he lifted up his own shirt to reveal the line of hickeys Zell had left in a strategic pattern, coincidentally making the letter Z.

"Ah yes, the angry bruises of love." Seifer chuckled revving the engine and began to back out from the grassy area. "You ready to go home angel? Seeing that we had a much needed break from the Garden, and the head case Selphie."

"Mmm…home…should move here. Seifer…when we retire, let's move here." Zell said thoughtfully his gaze watching the retreating reflection of the beach from the side view mirror.

"Anything angel to make you happy." He placed his hand on Zell's thigh as he began the twenty minute drive back to Garden. "Your happiness means the world to me." He stole a glance at the blonde staring out the tinted window deep in thought.

"I love you."

"Love you too, Angel." The drive was quiet but comfortable. Time seemed to fly by as they were consumed in their own thoughts, but soon enough there was Garden just peeking over the horizon. "Zell…" he whispered not sure if the man next to him heard him.

"Yes?"

"What about…" He cut himself off and returned his attention to the road.

"…Squall…We'll talk to him together."

"..and…"

"…Quistis…Her too."

"…Then…"

"…if they don't learn to control their urges, then you and I can move out here."

"Okay…"

"Booya."

"Hey Zell…"

"You too…"

"How'd you…"

"Know what you were going to say? Seifer you always say you love me."

"I know…" Shaking his head amusedly, Seifer watched with wary eyes as the Garden became closer and closer with each passing minute. The stationary architectural beauty just only a few minutes away, Zell placed an irresolute hand over Seifer's…the silent conversation between them understood as they drew in each other's comfort. As Seifer skillfully paralleled parked in the Garden's shabby garage, Zell sat stoically in the silver vehicle, lost in thought. A soft gloved hand nudged his shoulder, as the icy oculars realized they were here, and the love of his life was holding the door open for him, with the two dufflebags over his shoulder.

Silently they walked the familiar halls and into their room, dropping their belongings off, they fell to the leather couch. Seifer leaned backwards and pressed his back against the cushions as he dragged Zell to him, wrapping his arms carefully around the silent man's waist. Seifer placed gentle butterfly kisses on his angel's neck and felt the smaller man finally relax into him. A soft sigh rolled off his lips as he seemingly tried to shrink into the man behind him. The silent unspoken love between them rolling off their bodies in large waves. They wondered if Squall told Rinoa. Zell groaned as he stretched against his lover, his back hurt, hell everything hurt, things hurt that he didn't know could hurt, but all in a good way. A way he wants to feel every single day. Soft lips pressed themselves against Seifer's neck in a silent question. Rising stiffly to his feet, he helped his sweetheart rise to his own.

Seifer chuckled as they walked out of the dorm and down the hall, holding a hobbling Zell by the waist. Every so often a grunt would escape his lips from the rigidity of his body. "Woo-boy, this is something that Rinoa and all them are definitely going to ask about." Zell groaned and rubbed his rump absentmindedly, "and they know monsters don't necessarily make you sore, like this, for this long."

"You can just tell them an Ochu raped you." Seifer immediately pulled away as he said that last comment, avoiding the hand that was aimed for the back of his head. "Hey…sorry that thing had some attraction to you. I had to stab thirty times just to get it to let go of you!"

"Don't remind me…and please don't remind them. They were all there…remember?"

"Thus the story would be more believable? An Ochu raped you…it's not like it hasn't tried before." He flashed that million-dollar grin and returned his grip to the shorter man as they trudged to the cafeteria. Sitting at the usual table, there they were, Rinoa, Selphie, and Irvine. Squall and Quistis seemed to be avoiding them.

"Oh what's wrong Zell?" Rinoa stood quickly, abandoning her food. "Why are you hobbling like that?" She helped Seifer escort the crippled man to a chair. Snickers arose from Selphie's and Irvine's general direction and Seifer couldn't help but give them a satisfied smirk. Revenge…oh sweet revenge. An abashed blush tinted Zell's cheeks as he just grinned sheepishly. Seifer sat himself down and scooted his chair right against Zell's, a tempted hand resting on the martial artist's thigh. "Oh…Oh!" Rinoa's eyes flew out of her head as she seated herself again, both hands splayed out on the table, everyone chuckled her slowness. Poor Rinoa…she never knew what it felt like.

"Sooo…how was it?" Selphie tilted forward onto her elbows with a growing interest, "how was the beach?"

"Selphie…erm…I don't need to hear this…about Zell and Seifer's lil' escapade." Irvine shifted in his chair uncomfortably.

"Oh shush, you'd give your left nut to listen about two women's little escapade. So deal with it, you could learn a thing or two from Seifer!" Selphie slapped his shoulder and returned her attention to the sheepish men. Irvine was silent for the rest of the conversation.

"Oh it was beautiful! The beach! The candles…the view." Zell breathed with a contented heart, "It was perfect! Even for just the night…it was well worth it. Oh…Seifer…" He batted his eyelashes at the man next to him, "Can we go next weekend? PLEASE?" There was that hint of the begging tone, and with the way he placed his hand…oh dear lord.

"Of…course…love." He strained to speak audibly as a caressing hand teased his inner thigh. "…I'm…going…to…go…train." He clenched his teeth, biting back the urge to take the man right here, right now, in front of the entire student body. They'd give 'em all a free show.

"Oh so soon?" Zell snickered and kept doing that seductive tempting teasing caressing.

"…Must…get…outta…here." Seifer shot up from his seat, and accidentally knocked it over.

"Well…now…that was a little too much information." Rinoa furrowed her eyebrows together with a feigned disgust. "You guys are really in love aren't you?" She watched Seifer's hastily retreating form, and then glanced at the knocked over chair.

"Yes…and I hope it stays that way forever!" Zell grinned as Selphie cooed.

"How romantic!" She then glared at Irvine, "Why can't you be more like that?"

"…Sorry Irvine, don't look to me to help. I'm going to go watch a sexy blonde get sweaty." Zell rose to his feet and beamed proudly, "Now if you excuse me…I'll be in the training center." He marched out of the cafeteria with a light heart, and didn't care for the normally annoying two teenage students trying to ask him out on yet another date. He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, as the woman to the right, and two inches taller than him, grabbed his bicep. A pleading look in her russet eyes.

"Please Zell? Go out with me?" Her hand briefly flicked back an ebony lock as she continued her begging, her hopeless begging.

"No Cynthia…Sorry…already taken." He grinned up at her as a look of pure defeat masked her face.

"Zell…please just go out with her? Make her shut up. Out to dinner, or a movie, something, just make her shut up!" The other woman begged, no pleaded with him.

"Naurwen, sorry, I won't do it. We could always be friends right?" Zell looked sympathetically at the younger girls. For only fifteen they were pretty tall, or he was just pretty short. He felt bad for Cynthia really. She's had a crush on Zell since she got to Garden five years ago, and oh look she's gone. Zell pulled himself from his thoughts as he watched Cynthia's retreating form to the feral looking man that sat on a bench with an unlit cigar. Naurwen trailing behind her with a starved gaze.

"LOGAN!" He heard two voices shriek as he watched the older man's eyes grow wide. Immediately he sprung to his feet and darted away, two obsessed girls chasing him.

"Poor guy…he's new here too." Zell shook his head and continued his trek to the training center. Rather his hobbling trek of crippledness. As soon as he entered the familiar place the sounds of animalistic grunts echoed in the spacious dome, and those animalistic grunts sounded all to familiar. But all too pained. Forgetting the stiffness in his joints he sprinted to where the sounds were coming from. There was Seifer with his hyperion raised high above his head as he charged the headmaster. Before he could even bring the gunblade down Zell's outburst caused him to freeze in midstep. Both of them looked beaten pretty badly. "Stop it! What the hell is going on?"

"Nothing that concerns you, love. Squall and I were merely training." A snarl tugged at Seifer's cracked lips as his emerald gaze had a malicious haze in it.

"Yes…Just training…get out of here Zell." The brunette ran gloved fingers through his soft tresses matted to his head with sweat. Seifer caught the lustful glance before Zell could even realize the sentence that came out of Squall's mouth. Seifer dropped his gunblade to the ground and charged Squall, punching him repeatedly in the gut.

"You bastard. You stupid bastard." Squall doubled over from the blows that began to pummel him into the ground. "How dare you…" feral growls vibrated from deep within Seifer's chest as he kicked the man lying helplessly on the ground.

"Seifer stop it!" Zell jumped onto his lover's back and began to drag him backwards. "Please just stop it." He held the furious man against his chest as Squall rose slowly from the ground, rage burning brightly from his stormy oculars. He leapt forward and smashed his fist into the restrained Seifer's chest, knocking him and Zell backwards to the ground. "FRICKIN' HELL!" Crawling out from under the body crushing him, Zell began to unleash a full barrage of attacks on Squall. "God damn it! Both of you are grown men." Zell's chest heaved as he stood between the two men that laid on the ground with cuts and bruises, "And green really isn't you frickin' color. So both of you grow up, and deal with it like men. Not two five year olds. Squall you have a woman devoted to you, I suggest you speak to her. And you…Seifer…don't give me bull. I know you found Squall here and attacked him, it's just written all over your face. Even after I told you not to. Both of you grow the hell up." He growled and stomped out of the training center. "Men!" He threw his hands up into the air as he headed back to the cafeteria, not caring that dirt and blood covered his clothes and fists.

Author's Notes: Aieee! Jealous! Seifer's jealous! Ah-hahahaaa! Hey, I need ideas for upcoming chapters! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! …Hey that rhymed.