Inconsequential Matters: Part 2
FF8 Zell/Seifer (more or less)
By rtuko
rtuko@email.com
Notes: There wasn't meant to be a second chapter. Really. I meant the first to be the first and only one; I was only finishing up what I had started a very long time ago. But then…. The other day I stopped at an electronics store and spent money I really couldn't afford to spend, and bought FF8 for PS. (Previously had only played on computer.) I took it home and watched the opening sequence…. And my lil Seifer n Squall bunnies began popping all over the place again.
So. There will be at least one more chapter. Maybe two. And then, perhaps my FF8 ghosts will be laid to rest.
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He doesn't know how it started.
He would definitely like to know, as Seifer is bent at an unnatural angle backwards over the sink, gray eyes wide, his slack mouth being devoured. His hands are braced on the sinks next to him, and he can't push Zell away, because otherwise he'd fall.
Zell releases the crumpled material of Seifer's coat and grips Seifer's shoulders instead, shoving him further backwards towards the mirror until Seifer's head bangs smartly against it as his hands slip. Seifer's mouth is wet and hot, his lips soft and his teeth jarringly hard, and Zell more than makes up for Seifer's immobile surprise with his own tongue.
Then Seifer seems to snap back to what is happening to him, and lets go of the sink with one hand, slipping down a bit, and tries to shove Zell backwards. But his leverage is too weak, and Zell too heavy and strong, so he only succeeds in sprawling even more ungainly backwards. Zell could almost hear Seifer's spine creak.
Seifer's eyes are narrowed and hard now, no longer the round Os of surprise they were only moments ago. His teeth click shut and if Zell hadn't withdrawn his tongue propituously, he would have lost it. "Fuck off," Seifer says, muffled around Zell's lips, and, instead of trying to push Zell away with his freed hand, this time punches Zell as hard as he can in the ear while twisting to kick him as well.
Zell lets go and steps backwards, his turn to look shocked and surprised, his ear ringing.
"What the fuck, Dincht?" Seifer snarls, wiping saliva from his mouth. He turns and spits several times into the sink.
"No-nothing," Zell stammers. The taste of Seifer is still on his tongue, illicit cigarettes and cadged hot dogs, coupled with the sweetness of soda.
Seifer shoves him backwards, and keeps shoving him across the restroom, his eyes stormy and opaque and mouth set into a thin white line, until Zell slips and falls on his ass onto the beige tiled floor. Seifer picks him up and slams him into the wall. "Don't ever--," Seifer seems at a loss for words, "You fucking freak."
"You liked it," Zell flings back. He knows he should be afraid, but that emotion seems to have been lost long ago when he first walked in through the restroom door and noticed a flash of smirking blonde and gray.
Seifer shakes him hard, and even as his teeth rattle in his head, he can't stop staring challengingly into those furious eyes. "You are so fucked up," Seifer says, wonderingly. His eyes traces Zell's fearless expression and something changes in his face that is akin to bewilderment. "What, fuck me, fuck Squall? By proxy?"
Zell only rests his hands on the wall behind him, damp fingers leaving moist ghost-prints on the cool tile, and smiles humorlessly.
Seifer only stares at him. "Most people go with roses."
"Daffodils."
"He doesn't even know your name."
Zell shrugs, and continues to stare at Seifer with those piercing and strange blue eyes.
"Are you deaf? I told you he doesn't like--"
The door whishes open and Squall blinks as he takes in the tableau: the taller blonde leaning over the smaller, faces inches apart, both looking absurdly surprised and a little guilty. Squall swallows his own surprise, and the corner of his mouth draws down ever so slightly, which only Seifer understands to mean disapproval. His eyes flick smoothly from Seifer, as if he doesn't exist, to the other cadet. "Dincht. We need to go meet Instructor Trepe." He avoids Seifer's eyes, who crosses his arms and leans against the wall, staring at him with accusation and something else Squall can't identify.
"See? He does know," Zell steps away from Seifer and moves into the hall, giving the blonde a triumphant smile as he goes.
They let a moment of awkward silence go by as Seifer keeps an eyebrow raised and waits for Squall's patience to break. Squall doesn't ask, however; he only nods once with the corner of his mouth still drawn down, and steps backwards so the door closes once again.