Otherworld
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Genre: Drama/Romance
Classification: Epic
Rating: R
Pairings: Zell x Quistis, Zell x Squall
Warnings: AU, Alcohol Use, Drug Use, Language, Lemon
Disclaimer: The Final Fantasy VIII franchise is owned by Squaresoft
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AU. Zell is the lead singer for a rock band, but what happens when he becomes torn between the booze, the drugs, his bassist, and his drummer? [Zell x Quistis, Zell x Squall]
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Author's Notes: Hello, how's everyone doing? I hope I'm still having people who enjoy this story. I actually wrote down some things I'd like to make possible. I have allot of ideas. Oh, and hopemia, I respect your opinion wholeheartedly. But it's, well, tricky. See, I simply consider Squall to be a little more submissive because in the game he's a little more calm, quiet, and taciturn. Zell was always the hyperactive, brash, brazen one. And with hyperactivity, along comes a strong desire for action. So, I figured that Zell would like to get that action any way he possibly could, and thus become a little more dominating. That's just my view on things, I hope you still enjoy my story. A very special thank you to everyone who's reading this story. It means so much to me. Alright, here's Chapter Seven. Please enjoy.
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Ch. 07
Uh Oh, So, If I Really Get Creamed
[Zell's P.O.V.]
It'd been a few days since I'd gotten out of the hospital. My bruises had pretty much healed. I was doing good. Things were looking really great up for us, you know. Xu had worked some shit out for Otherworld. After she found out we were experimenting with a little bit of electronica, she'd talked to a couple of suits in the business and got us a DJ who was popular for his techno. He'd done several gigs at different clubs. He remixed lots of songs, too. Some dude named Seifer.
So, that's how it was. We were in the studio, doing a final cut on our latest single. It'd taken us about two days to get it all worked out. It was pretty fucking sweet. Sure, it might seem kind of strange for a well renowned rock band to start fucking with techno, but I didn't really care. We were just experimenting, trying to get a few new elements. Besides, allot of our old shit had allot of high tech influences, anyway.
"Okay," Xu declared, clapping her hands together. "Let's cut this, alright? I'm really into this, I think it'll be a breakthrough. Everyone ready?"
I tapped the mic, giving her a nod and a grin.
Xu looked around the room, accepting everyone's nods as a definite answer. And with that, she gave it an, "Okay."
And at that moment, right then, right there. It happened. I finally felt, just, in the music. And I'd done lots of gigs before, you know? But just, it felt so great in there. Even though this Seifer dude was kind of out there, I didn't mind it. I didn't let that get to me, because the music was all that mattered then. I didn't really care too much how the fans would accept it, because I accepted it.
And then it started.
I heard that soft, calm, rippling techno music pour into the room. It was like music water, just a little bit dark. Quistis strummed on her bass ever so lightly, yet it let out almost destructive shockwaves of demonic noise. I drew in a cool breath, exhaling into the mic just as Squall started up a drum loop. I held the mic, closing my eyes as I listened to the sound. The sound of music. Seifer's light, dark techno melody. Quistis' catastrophic bass. Squall's smooth drum beat. The best thing was the fact that how well it blended when it was all together.
It was definitely a techno rock song, if there was such a thing. And the chorus hadn't even come yet. That's when the real techno would come screaming through.
"Hahahaha," I breathed into the mic, my voice both soft and hard. "I've said, 'Hahahaha.' And every dream's gone upstate. So, you've sworn on the good book that I'm an aftertaste. Let me cut a thin line, babe. But if you're on my side, you'll see me hangin' out at my graveside. And I'm sure that you've heard. 'Cause I don't believe you've got a plastic heart on your own account, it must be this life. And I think there're scars all over me that you've never seen. Maybe I'm just a mess of human with scars you've never seen, well."
And with that, the chorus came out long and hard, I held my breath for just a second, and the music turned into a savage storm. Almost a hypnotic kind of trance. Seifer's underground techno came out, pounding, almost demonic. Quistis' destructive bass came out as devilish, with horrible growling noises that belonged in the darkness. Squall's drum loop picked up a notch, pounding in with the electronica music. It was amazing.
"And I'm a void, every single time," I sang into the mic, my voice smooth but rough. "The blood from the bloodiest scar. And this void I've become, ha. And I'm a void, you keep sucking me, and sucking me into something I shouldn't be. You don't know the hold you have over me. And this void I've become, ha. Yes, this void I've become, ha."
Then Quistis' bass kind of exploded out of the techno music, giving the bridge a harder rock feel, with little techno backbeats creating tiny worlds of electronica. Hell, even Squall's drum loop got a rockier edge.
I grabbed the mic, holding it to myself, almost screaming into it, the lyrics really getting to me.
"You said, 'It's better than a maybe,'" I cried. "You kill me, anytime, anyway! And I'm coughin' my blood up, every time you kiss me! Oh, I swear! Oh, I swear, that's it!"
And just then, the music died down. It was practically silence, after such an angry mess. Now it was nothing but my tragic voice singing against the tiny techno loop playing in the background, ever so lightly.
"My world's goin' gray," I sang. "And I'd hate to wave goodbye. It's just gray. Don't make me do this."
I let out a hard breath, and then the beat kind of just exploded outward, coming back to an awesome maelstrom of electronica, bass, and drums.
"Felt alright in my shade," I sang into the mic. "Oh, but there's gotta be a switch, a switch if I wanna get laid."
And then my favorite song came out, another duet style verse with me and Quistis. This time, I sang into the mic with a strong voice, while Quistis simply read the lyrics in the background, much like you'd read a story to a little kid. It was a really bad ass kind of overdub.
"Skies all messin' with cries in a dream for a scream, there's gotta be a piece," I sang wholeheartedly, with Quistis reading in the background, giving the verse an almost eerie feel. "How it was, how it is. Oh, it's just because this, save me, save you, save us gets me right here."
And Quistis let go of her mic, and it was just me singing, finishing up the final verse before the chorus rang out a final time.
"And I think there're scars all over me that you've never seen," I practically cried, actually at the verge of tears. "Maybe I'm just a mess of human with scars you've never seen, well."
And finally, that familiar blast of techno, bass, and drums poured into the room, the last part of the song. I kept the mic close to my lips and sang the chorus once more.
"And I'm a void, every single time," I sang into the mic. "The blood from the bloodiest scar. And this void I've become, ha. And I'm a void, you keep sucking me, and sucking me into something I shouldn't be. You don't know the hold you have over me. And this void I've become, ha. Yes, this void I've become, ha. It's this void I've become, ha. Hahahaha. I've said, 'Hahahaha.'"
And with that, Quistis pulled out a monstrous strum from her almost violent bass and Squall gave a final clash on his drums. Seifer's techno loop sifted into the background like sand, becoming nothing but silence. We'd finished the cut. Our new single was finished.
Our producer gave us a thumbs up sign from the other side of the glass, and we all let out sighs of relief. Even Xu. We'd really given it our all in that one. I could feel it. It wasn't just me. All of us really pulled together and worked our asses off. I had a really good feeling about that song. I knew it'd be good for Otherworld. I knew it was probably wrong to let my mind start playing with my libido after we'd just cut our latest single, but, I couldn't help it. I was twenty two years old, I couldn't tell my cock when to get hard. It just happened. That's how life was. You know, I'm really not a pervert. Not in the least. It's just, my body is like that. I can't explain it. I don't tell my body what to do, what not to do. It's not like some factory that you can control easily. It's got a mind of it's own, really. If you were a twenty two year old dude, you'd understand. That's just the way it goes.
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[Quistis' P.O.V.]
And so we started doing the video. Xu found an amateur named Irvine who was actually very good at what he did. He was a rising star in the world of music videos. There were several artists out there who were wanting his unique style. I'm not too sure of how, but Xu did it. She sweet talked him into picking us out of every other musician he could've possibly picked. I, for one, was extremely grateful.
He ended up having this idea of us going to an abandoned club. He said that he could make some awesome effects with his men, computers, and a green screen. Xu kept promising that it'd be the greatest thing we'd ever seen, and so we went along. Besides, it's not like any of us had any skill at video making. We wouldn't be able to make anything better.
"Okay," Irvine said aloud, rubbing his hands together. "Everything ready? Equipment? Lightning. Alright, alright. Yup, seems good. Okay, Otherworld. You guys all set?"
I nodded as an answer, not daring to move from my strictly set position. I was in the corner, in a crawling position. At that time, I wasn't too sure where Zell or Squall were. I was too busy concentrating on my position. I didn't want to move, not even the littlest bit. I suppose I was just paranoid like that.
And I heard Irvine's voice bringing down the countdown, giving the symbol for action. I knew the cameras were rolling. I knew we were trying to make a cut. That's it, Quistis. That a girl. You know you can do this. Don't mess it up. Just take it easy. That's right, nice and easy. It's going to work out.
And so I started crawling, not too sure when the camera aimed at me or not. Zell was the lead singer, so of course some of the main focus was on him. But we were a bit of an image band. Zell wasn't very much of a limelight thief, we all had our fair share. We were a team.
I felt just the slightest bit silly, crawling on the floor, wearing that fairly wicked outfit. A black spaghetti strap shirt with Japanese writing which bared just a little midriff and plenty of cleavage. A black skirt with tiny metal braces, almost like staples, along the sides. Black leather boots, with pin heels. A mess of bracelets, necklaces, and of course, heavy mascara. I crawled against the music that pounded through the army of strong stereos. We had to get fully surround sound. It was a necessity. That much, I knew.
And it went, on and on. I was alone in the dance area, it looked like. Maybe Squall was somewhere in the distance, but I had a feeling Zell wasn't around. Oh, stop it. You've got to concentrate on this. Quistis, that's right. Just keep working with the music. It's going to be alright.
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[Quistis' P.O.V.]
Damn. It'd taken long enough to get that damned video finished with. Phew. Usually, I'm a little bit more understanding in situations like this, but not this time. This was a piece of shit. It just got me, right here. We'd had to work our asses off for six hours, practically nonstop. Certain camera angles, certain poses, certain light effects. It was a mess. It was tricky.
But Xu had been right. Oh, yes. I knew I could count on her. I knew we all could count on her. Turns out Irvine really did know what he was doing. He made us an amazing video for the latest single.
The video started off with weird, distorted, grainy images of the inside of the club. And every now and then, you'd kind of see these weird shadows of rave boys and girls clubbing to the beat. And whenever the weird images would kind of dissipate, it would switch between images of Squall and I. I would be crawling along the sometimes empty floor, looking into the camera at different angles, moving along to the beat. Squall was standing up, leaning with his back against the wall. He'd pound his fists into the wall to the beat, chopping up the images between Squall, me, and the unique looking clubbers. Whenever the chorus broke in, it showed Zell in a dingy looking restroom, staring into a foggy mirror. He was leaning against the sink, hitting the mirror. He'd sing to his reflection, and his reflection would kind of just stand there, smiling, sometimes looking to his side. It was really amazing. And this went on, respectively, until the verse with the overdub. Then it showed Zell's reflection in the cloudy mirror, only it kind of overlapped with a reflection of me they'd tossed in at the last minute. It looked abstract and grainy. It really was amazing, though. All of it blended together so nicely. It ended with Zell sitting in the corner of the restroom, holding his head in his hands.
I grinned and wrapped my arms around both Zell and Squall, bringing them closer for a group hug. I couldn't help myself. I just adored it so much. We'd really worked hard to bring out a fantastic song, and Xu found us a fantastic music video director to back us up. It was simply amazing.
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[Squall's P.O.V.]
I couldn't believe it either. We'd gotten invited to fucking TRL to talk about our video. In fact, it debuted at Number Three on the countdown. It'd been extremely well received. It was a massive success for us. We were really glad. And TRL. It's not like we were fans of MTV or anything, but it was definitely a form of airtime, and so we were grateful. It was nice to know that people enjoyed it as much as we did. We'd given it our all, and it certainly showed.
Waiting backstage was kind of bothersome. We all knew that we were about to go out there, so the wait was kind of tense. We waited there, practically silent, just waiting for our cue.
Silence. Shit.
"Come on," I thought to myself. "Say your damned introduction already. We need to get out there. This whole backstage thing is stupid. Whatever."
Finally, I heard the host giving us our long awaited introduction. Phew.
"Alright, everybody, they've been doing gigs since they were in high school," Carson Daly called out, loud enough for us to hear. "Back when I was just trying not to flunk. Okay, please welcome Otherworld!"
Zell led us Quistis and me out, instantly lighting the room with his trademark canine grin. Quistis gave a wide wave, smiling brightly. I gave a polite nod, smiling to the point where I think my teeth actually showed. Not too bad.
The audience screamed in approval, boys, girls, men, and women cheering loudly, almost insanely. But it was nice. It definitely boosted our egos a bit, at least.
"Alright, nice to see you guys," Carson said.
"Thanks, man," Zell said, running a hand through his blonde spikes.
"This song, Void, it's a big turn, isn't it?" Carson asked.
"Yes," Quistis began, smiling sweetly. "It's kind of tricky, Carson, because we were so used to doing rock, you know? The whole heavy bass, heavy drum thing. But we just decided that we'd like to experiment a little bit and ended up coming up with this really high tech song."
"Yeah," Zell added, nodding. "We'd spent allot of time in the clubs, kind of soaking in all the energy. So we kind of cut it on that aspect, you know."
"I hear it's gotten massive airplay already," Carson began. "In fact, it looks like it could very well be Song of the Year. Are you guys excited?"
"Of course!" Zell cried, grinning brightly. "Hell yes, man. Hell yes."
"It'd be about time!" Quistis added loudly, laughing softly.
"Alright, well I'm glad you guys decided to stop by," Carson said, giving us all a polite nod. "Really glad to hear you guys are getting what you deserve."
"Thanks," I murmured, forcing a smile.
"Oh, thank you so much." Quistis said. "It's been an honor."
"Alright, everybody," Carson began. "Otherworld!"
We heard another eruption of applause, and after flashing a few friendly grins, we walked back into the sanctuary of backstage.
I know I'd been quiet during that entire ordeal, but it didn't matter to me. I was kind of shy in front of a big crowd like that. When we were performing, it really wasn't bad. But we weren't performing then, we were just giving an appearance to boost our chances of making it Number One on the TRL Countdown. But with the way Carson was talking, it seemed like we didn't even need to show up. Seemed like were doing pretty damned good, with or without that appearance.
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[Squall's P.O.V.]
The night after our TRL appearance, I guess we all kind of decided to celebrate a little bit. Quistis and Xu ended up going with Seifer to McDonald's to grab a burger. Then I think they were going to try and pick up Selphie and even hit the clubs a little, I don't really know.
But Zell and I had decided to stay home. Not because we were boring or anything, but because we just felt like taking it easy that night. It'd been a long week.
"So," Zell began, sitting back on the couch, taking a sip of his beer. "What's goin' on?"
"Nothing," I said, bringing my own can of beer to my lips. "It's kind of crazy. It's been a rushed week."
"Yeah," Zell agreed, running a hand across his forehead. "Allot of shit goin' on, man. Allot of shit. But, hey, it's worth it, right? I mean, this song's doin' really great. We'd already been a well known band before, we had a strong fan base. But I bet we've got fans now that we never dreamed of getting."
"You're probably right," I said, letting the cold brew slide down my throat smoothly. "I don't understand how Quistis can just rush out and go clubbing like that. I know her pretty blonde ass is just as exhausted as we are."
Zell laughed, nodding in agreement.
"Yeah," he began, taking a swig of his beer. "She's just trying to ignore it. She's probably got the hots for Seifer."
"No. I don't think so. I think she's got the hots for Selphie."
"No shit?"
"No shit."
He took a long swig of his beer.
"That's some crazy shit. Some crazy fucking shit. I never knew Quistis bent that way."
Oh, but I'd bend any way you'd want me to.
"Yeah," I said softly, looking at my beer. "It's kind of strange. But, whatever she wants. Besides, it's just a thought. Who knows if it's true?"
And with that, I heard a faint voice inside of my head, telling me something. Maybe it wasn't that faint after all, because it slowly became more and more audible. I could hear it clearly. It was telling me to go sit by Zell. To take a seat on the couch, right beside him. Normally, I would've brushed that little voice away. After all, I'd done it for years. But we were home alone. I was the slightest bit tipsy. And hell, I was horny. Hoping that Zell was too, I made my way to the couch. I took a seat right beside him, and he opened his legs wide, like most men did, rubbing his knee against mine. I turned my head, giving him a small smile.
"You've got a sexy smile," he said, tucking a messy brown bang behind my ear.
"Shut up," I said, shaking my head.
"Make me."
And with that, I leaned over, pressing my mouth directly up against Zell's, parting my lips. He slid his tongue inside, rubbing the roof of my mouth gently. It felt amazing. I moaned into his mouth, leaning up against him, basically forcing myself onto his lap. And I sat there, straddling his waist, moving my hands up to hold both sides of his face while he shoved his tongue into my mouth. Over and over. Yes, again. Mmm.
Neither one of us cared about our beers that had spilled. Neither one of us cared about the fact that the front door wasn't locked. None of that mattered. None of that meant anything.
And I knew, right there, I knew what both of us wanted. I could smell the scent of sweat. Of lust. Of sex. I pulled away from his fantastic kiss, only to grab his black wife beater and pull it up over his head, revealing his deliciously toned, slim, compact upper body. Those tasty arm muscles. Those sexy pecs. That hard six pack. That adorable happy trail. I moaned, just sitting there on his lap, staring at his body. Before I knew it, Zell had my arms in the air, taking my own shirt off. He marveled at my upper body, and I grinned at him. He didn't return the grin. He just sat there, staring at me, a sexy, serious expression on his face. Was that lust in his eyes? Mmm, I hoped so.
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[Third Person's P.O.V.]
Zell and Squall collapsed onto the blonde's soft bed, their tongues intertwined in a dance of intense pleasure. Squall desperately fumbled with Zell's belt. He tried again and again, but because both of them were so horny, it took him four tries to finally get the damned thing unbuckled. Squall quickly pulled the spiky haired blonde's baggy jeans down and was happy to see that his big, hard cock was already peeking out of his blue silk boxers. Squall's mouth practically watered.
He pulled Zell's boxers off, then moved his head down, opening his mouth, extending his tongue outwards. He gently caressed Zell's thick shaft, earning a moan from the blue eyed rock star. He licked it again, even moaning himself, almost bringing himself to orgasm from just licking Zell's cock. He started playing with the blonde's dark pubic hair, moving his tongue up, wrapping it around the head. He massaged Zell's balls with his thumbs, causing Zell's breathing to become hard and fast.
"Baby," he breathed. "I'm 'bout to cum. Stop, baby. Stop."
Squall gave Zell's dick a final lick and then stood up, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. He smiled and then Zell practically dived at him, pinning the lithe brunette underneath his compact body.
Squall moaned in surprise when Zell quickly made work of his leather pants, tossing him off of the bed. Zell grinned at the sight of Squall's erect cock peeking out behind his shiny black boxers. Zell grabbed them by the waistline and then pulled them down, off of Squall's legs and tossed them off of the bed.
He looked down at Squall's dick. It wasn't as big as his, but it was a nice size. Zell grabbed Squall's waist and then moved down, wrapping his mouth around the head of his dick, earning a soft moan of pleasure.
"Oh, Zell," Squall practically breathed. "Mmm."
Zell moved his head down, taking all of Squall's cock into his mouth. He ran his tongue alongside the shaft, feeling Squall's body convulse beneath him.
"Zell," Squall moaned. "I'm gonna cum."
Zell pulled away from Squall's cock, grinning at the brunette. Squall sat up a little bit, looking at the blonde's handsome face.
"Zell," he nearly breathed. "I want you to fuck me."
Zell nodded, grinning broadly. He reached over to his nearby nightstand and grabbed some hair gel. It was kind of juvenile, but it would have to do. Besides, it's not like either one of them would be complaining.
Zell rose up on his knees, sitting back on his calves. He was about to squirt some into his own hand, but then he came up with a better idea.
"Give me your hand," Zell said.
Squall held his palm out, not daring to give him any argument.
Zell poured a generous amount of hair gel into Squall's open palm, and then tossed it off of the bed.
"Aight," Zell nearly panted. "Put it on my cock."
Squall nodded, sliding over to the sexy rock star. Squall put his dry hand in the mess of hair gel, getting both of them nice and slick. Then he wrapped them around the head of Zell's dick and slid them down, all the way down his shaft. Then he brought them back up, and down again, basically giving Zell a hand job. Zell sat there, on his knees, breathing heavily.
"Aight," he finally breathed. "I'm gonna fuck you, baby."
Squall nodded, lying back, spreading his legs eagerly.
"No," Zell said, shaking his head. "Bend over. Doggy style."
Squall let out a moan of delight and then turned over, with his stomach on the bed. Then he rose up, got on all fours, and arched his back.
Zell walked on his knees to Squall's eager ass and put his hands on his slender hips.
"You ready?" he asked, his voice rugged.
Squall nodded his answer.
Zell's fingertips nearly stabbed into Squall's waist as he pushed forward, slowly, sliding into the amazing warmth that was Squall's tight ass.
"Oh, fuck," Zell moaned, nearly collapsing onto Squall's back. "You're so fucking tight."
Squall just let out a long, low moan, slowly pushing his hips into Zell's dick, earning a soft moan from the blonde.
"Fuck me," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please, fuck me."
Zell pulled back just a little and then thrust himself into Squall's tight ass, all the way to the hilt.
"Ah!" Squall screamed. "Yeah, that's it, Zell. Fuck me."
Zell dug his fingertips into Squall's hips while he slammed his cock into him again and again. He pulled himself all the way out, until there was nothing but the head of his dick left in Squall's ass, and then came back in, nearly impaling the brunette.
Squall arched his back at a difficult angle, grabbing onto the bedspread, moving his hips in rhythm with Zell.
"Yeah," Zell grunted. "That's right, baby. That's right. You like this, huh? You like me fucking you?"
"Yes!" Squall screamed, nearly collapsing from Zell's cock. "Yes!"
This only drove Zell further, as he stabbed Squall's hips with his fingertips. He started rocking inside of Squall's tight ass. Quicker. Harder. He pulled back a final time, completely coming out of Squall's ass, only to drive his cock all the way back in, all the way to the hilt, sending a river of sticky, white hot cum deep into Squall's warm ass.
"Zell!" Squall screamed, shooting his load all over the blue bedspread. "Oh, Zell."
And Squall collapsed, covering his stomach with the cum he'd just shot.
Zell didn't even bother pulling out. He collapsed right there, still inside of Squall's ass, landing on the brunette's back.
"Oh, baby," Zell breathed. "Oh, baby. That was amazing."
Squall nodded, his forehead drenched with sweat.
And the two of them just lie there for ten minutes, exhausted from their hardcore sexual encounter. Both of them knew they'd have to get clean and make everything look okay before Quistis and Xu showed back up, but they didn't care at that moment. They'd worry about that in a few moments. They just soaked up the last bits of that moment, draining it for all it was worth.
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Author's Notes: Phew. How was that? I'm sorry about the whole "Third Person's P.O.V." thing on the lemon. I simply couldn't do a lemon in "First Person's P.O.V." I'm sorry, it just would've gotten a little bit awkward for me. I hope it didn't ruin the story. Oh, I hope people still enjoy this story. I'm an emotional person, so please be gentle. All reviews are greatly appreciated. I thank each and every one of those who are enjoying this story as much as I am. And once again, phew.