Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, they own me…sadly. Sorry it took me so long to update, but school got in the way. But now I'm off of school, and I can dedicate myself to this story! ALAS if my muse inspires me, and if I get enough reviews and ideas! ENJOY!
Sweat trickled down the side of his face as he writhed within its tight grasp. His fists pounding on the massive tentacle vine, icy blue eyes wide with determination. What a day to be cornered by a gang of hormone happy ochus. It was useless. He fell limp within the pod-like hand as it brought him closer to the thing students called a face. It nuzzled his lax body with that hideous obstruction. The window of opportunity was open! Stiffening he lashed out punching the monster what he though to be a nose. A strangled cry erupted from it, and dropped him to the ground. The 7 other ochus circled him. Uh-oh. Their greedy tentacles all reaching for his bruised body, this wasn't a good thing. Quickly he summoned Brothers and watched from afar them do their work on the horny bastards. They all collapsed dead in defeat…except that one ochu that pine for him for so long. The scars from Seifer's Hyperion evident. Shit…not good. Heaving a frustrated sigh he charged towards it, punching, kicking, loud curses muttered off his parched lips, and yet the ochu didn't die. The man fell to the ground exhausted with wary glances at the unphased thing. Closing his dull ice blues, he expected the worst now. He braced himself…nothing…a strangled grunt and a howl filled his ears. He peeked on eye open…and then the other. In a curious tilt of his head, he glanced at the ochu, a handle of a gunblade jutting out. What? He rose to his feet, brushing the dirt of his clothes in the process. Squall? Seifer? A flash of blonde hair whipped by him and an intense heat. Icy blue orbs watched with utter amazement as the ochu burned and howled from excruciating pain. Finally once and for all the monster collapsed in a smoking, sizzling heap of charred flesh. Ouch. The taller blonde cantered over to the defeated creature and yanked his weapon out from its hide. Double ouch. He turned slowly and smiled, "Hey Chicken."
"Seifer, we need to talk." Seifer's smile faltered.
"What's wrong Zell?" He led them over to a large boulder and sat down. Seifer placed a reassuring hand on Zell's knee.
"Seifer…Do you love me?"
"Oh Zell why would you ask such a thing? Of course I love you!" He pressed his lips against Zell's dirt crusted cheek, and sputtered. "Dirt…Yummy." A faint trance of a grin illuminated Zell's face but never reached his guilt ridden eyes. "Angel, what's wrong?" He turned his body to face the shorter man completely, concern written all over his face.
"You're never around." The martial artist wrapped his arms around him, seeking comfort. He shuddered at last night's dream and the vividness of it. The touch, the smell, the lust, the feelings all still there…so strong.
"I'm sorry! I'm still trying to get used to being an instructor! You know gunblade instructors are in high demand! Don't even think I'm trying to avoid you love, but that Cynthia girl and her troop…she stalks me when Logan's not around! I'm not trying to avoid you at all, Zell." Seifer grasped Zell's hand firmly in his own, pulling away, a sincere look in his eyes. "I love you, Zell Dinct. I do."
"I dreamt of Squall last night. It wasn't the first time or I fear won't be the last. Just hear me out," Zell sighed frustrated, feeling Seifer's jealousy rising, and that savage look glaze over his normally loving eyes. "Two months ago, you and I took a week off physical contact. You remember that…but that week got me thinking. Since then I've been having dreams…of you…of Squall. Of you turning into Squall. I can't tell if I the love I feel that moment was for you, or Squall, or the Squeifer that was before me. But the emotions are strong, raw, and heart achingly powerful. The lust for the person before me was beyond imagine, I felt myself lose control and say I love you. I felt myself lose control and give into the lust, and we make love. Or what I think is love. Meanwhile Selphie's voice is playing in the back of my head…" Zell runs a hand through his hair matted to his head with sweat, Seifer twitching from biting back the comments. This was Zell's time to talk…not his. "Selphie told me she saw our relationship as purely physical. Maybe she was right…maybe she is right, because that week was filled with awkward silences. Don't you agree?"
"Zell…Who gives a damn on what Selphie said? She doesn't know what she's talking about! Our relationship isn't just physical, it was filled with that silence because we were both trying to restrain ourselves. So no I don't agree, Chicken. We will make this work, Selphie's just stupid. I know you love me, and I know you know I love you. So let's just go back to our dorm and get you cleaned up, okay?" Seifer rose to his feet, tugging Zell to his own. Puffing up his chest, he grinned seductively, "Sound good, Angel?"
"No!" The shorter man jerked his wrist free from Seifer's grasp, "Selphie's right! It is just physical! You just want to get in bed with me! WHAT THE HYNE WAS I THINKING?!" Zell obviously irate crossed his arms over his torso.
"That's not what I meant!"
"Like hell, it wasn't what you meant!"
"DAMN ZELL! Why the hell must you be so emotional about everything I say?"
"ME EMOTIONAL? EXCUSE ME MISTER TOUCHY-FEELY!" Seifer cringed as Zell's voice went up an octive.
"I wasn't the one that was always touchy feely in this relationship, Chicken-wuss!"
"Oh all right…Lap dog, you want to play this game. Fine. We're through!" Zell growled baring his fangs menacingly and stormed out of the training center. Leaving a very bewildered Seifer behind.
"What the hell did I do?" Seifer groaned collapsing to the ground hugging his knees to his chest. "I can be such a jack ass!"
Author's Notes: I can be sooo cruel.
Seifer: Whhhhyyy? I love Zell! You know it! I know it! Zell knows it! And by Hyne the readers know it!
Zell: You're mean.
Me: I know, but just to let you all know, how ever you think it's gonna end, is not how it's gonna end the way you think I'm telling you not's gonna end. It's gonna end the way I want it to end and to most it's going to be a big shock factor. It's not gonna end like that! Stop thinking that! It's gonna end the opposite of what you think. Or is it gonna end the opposite 90 degree flip of the parallel plot ending?
Seifer: HELP! SHE'S NOT MAKING SENSE AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND HER! REVIEW AND SAVE ME!
Zell: SAVE US!
