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Seifer: Are Naurwen and Kammy in this chapter?

Squall: My Naurwen? *He claws at my arm with desperation* Is she…in this chapter?

Me: Not gonna say, not gonna tell, but all I need is Kammy to give me a description of herself, for what she would like to look like. HEY KAMMY POST IT IN THE REVIEW! TELL ME WHAT'CHA WANNA LOOK LIKE!

Zell: Is this gonna be fluffy? 'Cause you know I like fluff with Seify.

Seifer: Mmm…Fluff with Zell? PLEAAAASE?!

Me: Citrus! Fluffily Citrusy!

Squall: Oh god…Please don't bring me in this chapter then.

Me: Wasn't planning to…It's all about the lurve baby!

Groaning, they leaned on each other tired. Seifer flung his car keys onto the black counter as he sunk to the couch with Zell. They hadn't been expecting to stay that long in Balamb. Or that late. But who could resist a mother's home cooking, or a mother's pleads to spend time with her son and her son's boyfriend? Seifer grunted as he attempted to stand only to flop back into the comfy couch, Zell rested his sleepy head on Seifer's shoulder and stifled a yawn. Together they rid themselves of their shoes leaning on each other for support. Seifer shucked his clothes but his green boxers and tossed the material to the floor. He then turned his attention to a fumbling tired Zell. Tugging the waistband of his cargo shorts to the ground and the hem of the wife beater to the ceiling, those to joined the pile of clothes by the couch. Seifer flopped back against the length of the couch, taking Zell with him. The martial artist's body was very pliant with his own, as he wedged himself between the couch and Seifer's left side, his head resting on the taut chest that belonged to his lover dear. It was as if they were made to be like this, they were meant to be together. Seifer's arm wrapped around the Zell's waist pulling him closer to his body as much as possible, to the extent comfort allowed. His other arm he carelessly placed over his eyes. He felt Zell go lax in his grasp and his breathing becoming deep and in a more trance-like pattern on his torso. Finally when his angel was asleep he gave in to the sandman looming over them.

Seifer awoke to a soft rapping on the door, glancing down to the beautiful man curled up to his side, he grunted to signal the door was unlocked. Rinoa came flitting in with three other women, their eyes growing wide as they saw half-naked men lying on a couch. The three blushed and turned their backs to them, coughing nervously. Rinoa just grinned innocently and quickly whipped out her camera and snapped four or five pictures. Flicking back a raven lock she cleared her throat and spoke, "Seifer…Zell's going to be late instructing his classes and so are you, do you want me to find a substitute for the both of you? Seeing as you have ten minutes to get ready and to class?" Seifer just nodded exhaustedly and licked his parched lips.

"Thanks Rinoa. I appreciate it, I don't think Zell and I are going to be getting up any time soon. His mother went all out on us. What's with the girls?" His hand raised in the general direction of the three with their backs turned.

"Oh we're going to the quad. Squall didn't come in last night so the girls spent the night in my room. Doing girly things. You remember Naurwen and Cynthia." She jerked the two girls around to face him, ah of course he remembered Naurwen. Her brunette locks almost Rinoa style but as short as Selphie's, and her hazel eyes that gleamed like the stars. Her smile was infectious as was her humor. For a short woman she was well developed in the physical sense. She was four inches shorter than the woman next to her. Cynthia…he remembered her…at Garden for five years. Already a successful SeeD, with her ebony locks and sparse natural carmine highlights, and her big round russet eyes. She was a little pudgy but it made her hips look fuller, more curvy. That was something most women would die for, be pudgy in the lower gut and look curvy. Of course not that Seifer was looking, he just remembered the way they looked, the sleep not gone completely from his eye. Who was the girl next to Cynthia? He could see only blurs. "This is a new student we received last week, her name is Kammy." Rinoa pointed to the girl with her back turned. "Now if you excuse us, Selphie is expecting us at the quad!" She beamed and dragged the drooling girls out of the room with Kammy trailing behind.

The familiar warm liquid began to pool on his chest, and once more he realized Zell was drooling. A chuckle eluded him as his hands drew patterns on the soft flesh that was his lover's back. The man in his arms stirred slightly, a struggled groan escaping his lips. Seifer cast his gaze downward to Zell's face contorted with frustration. Nightmare? Possibly. Or a naughty dream Zell just can't control. Seifer hoped for the latter. But soon realized it wasn't as fists began to beat weakly against his abdomen, and Zell kept muttering no. Cringing as the blows began to increase in strength Seifer shook Zell softly, rousing him from his dreams.

"You okay, angel?" He splayed his hands out on his lover's back and rubbed in slow steady circles, easing the tensed muscles.

"…Just a dream, that's all." Zell shifted to sit up, only to realize he had drooled once again, and once more it was on his face. Growling he leaned over the prone body to quickly snatch his wife beater and wiped his face and Seifer's torso. His icy blue gaze towards the dark material in his hands, bitter tears pricked the back of his eyes.

"What's wrong love?" Seifer shifted to a sitting position, and drew Zell to him. "Something's wrong. You know you can tell me, if you really wanted to."

"…Seifer…what if I hadn't come into the training center when I did? Would you have died? Would Squall? Seifer…What really happened in there? I demand to know…" His voice grew hoarse as his mind wandered to all the possibilities.

"Zell neither of us would have died…just pummel each other to a pulp. I was going to train and I saw him there…I just brushed passed him as he fought some grat, and he made the rudest comment to me. Even that I don't want to repeat. It just set me off, and…hence five minutes of intense beating on each other." Seifer shrugged holding Zell tightly, "Don't worry about it Zell, I promise I won't let it happen again."

"Good…because if it does, it'd be you I'd probably beat the crap out of, since you let it happen." He bared his fangs in a grinning matter as Seifer had a look of mock hurt. "You know what I'm going to do right?"

"Make me have a civilized conversation with Squall or is it tell Quistis off day? Where is Quisits? I haven't seen her since…two days ago." Seifer just shrugged loosely, "She's probably mad that someone actually blew her off."

"You should've told her that you were gay and as tempting as it was, you don't date other men." Zell snickered feeling the aghast glare come from Seifer, Zell mean? Must've rubbed off from Seifer. "Hey…you lumnut are you gonna let go of me so I can get dressed?"

"Nope." Seifer settled into the couch with both of his arms wrapped around the trapped martial artist, he closed his eyes in a feigned sleep causing Zell to squirm uncomfortably. "Shush, I'm sleeping."

"Seifer if you don't let go I'll never kiss you again." In a flash Seifer was on his feet and yanked Zell to his own and shoved him into the bedroom, eyes wide with fear.

"Get dressed! Get dressed!" He bent over to scoop up the clothes that were on the floor and tossed them in the hamper. Strolling into the bedroom Seifer plopped down onto the bed watching Zell get dressed. Grinning seductively Zell did the reverse of a strip tease. Twirling the khaki cargo shorts above his head, he licked his lips and dropped them to the floor. He stepped into them and began to wiggle his tush in a very, very enticing manner as he pulled the waistband up just a centimeter shy of covering his boxers completely. He jumped backwards as Seifer reached for him and shook his head no. Yanking the gray wife beater off of the hanger in the closet Zell resumed his dance. Again he twirled the material above his head, and swayed his hips from side to side; a strangled groan came from the seduced blonde as he watched his lover put on a show. Laughing a throaty laugh Zell pulled the beater over his head and stuck an innocent finger in his mouth, with a sway of his hips he was over by Seifer in no time. Licking his finger and causing Seifer to twitch violently. Zell leaned down as if to whisper some naughty secret, that the sitting man craned his neck to listen. What he didn't expect was the wet finger plunging into his ear and twisting around. A shriek erupted from his lips as he fell backward with a hysterical Zell on top of him.

"Revenge is sweet!" He beamed as he referred to the day Seifer gave him a wet willy. A feral growl escaped the man's lips as he rolled the two over and was on top. His emerald orbs shining with pure lust.

"Two can play at that game." His index finger trailed down from Zell's taut chest to his ripped abdomen; "too bad these clothes won't be on for long, as you so desperately tried to put them on." With a waggle of suggestive eyebrows, Seifer crushed his lips to Zell's in a lustfilled angry passionate kiss.

Author's Notes: Oh yeah baby, inferred lemon! This was really kind of a pointless chapter, but I had to bring in Kammy some how…and the next chapter, I'll try not to disappoint you wonderful readers! …Where's Quistis?

Quistis: Right here…I thought you forgot about me!

Me: Me forget you? ::shifty eyes:: Of course not! …But we might deal with Squall and Rinoa first…

Quistis: But…you love me!

Me: Not that much!

Seifer: Quistis, in your own words, "SHOVE IT" This is my story with Zell! My Zell!

Squall: I'M SORRY NAURWEN! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! MEBE CYNTHIA WILL BREAK THE RELATIONSHIP OFF WITH RINOA AND THEN I CAN LURVE YOU FREELY! BUT PLEASE NO BARRETTES AND NO PINK FRILLY SKIRTS, AND PLEASE NO MAKE-UP!

Me: I can be so cruel…

Squall: - .. - me and my big mouth

Me: Well get to it readers! Review! Give me ideas! TORTURE SQUALLSY! AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!