Dishonesty
By Jitsumaru
"Mr. Almasy! Are you listening?"
"Yes."
He lied the way he did on all things. A frustrated sigh came from Quistis as she rubbed her temples and leaned on her desk.
"What's the matter Professor Trepe? Students too energetic for you?"
A mocking tone earned him a glare from Quistis and she sat upright immediately.
"Mr. Almasy, you have a 31 in this class and you need a 75. Do you plan on getting out of Balamb this year?"
"Maybe."
Seifer chuckled at his own unpleasing humor. His audience did not find it so amusing, however, and he received another glare as Quistis stood from her seat to circle him as a vulture would prey.
"This is a serious matter Seifer, not some joke to snicker at!" She barked.
"Staying here doesn't sound too bad… free food and shelter."
"There is always that," She placed her glasses down on the desk and looked him straight in the eye, "but what would be the fun in all that if your friends are gone?"
He knew then that his secrets were transparent to her.
He lied to himself about that, too.
Zell's moans beneath him grew harsher as he kissed his way down to his abdomen, leaving trails of saliva behind. He marveled at how much power he had over the blonde.
Power is everything.
He hungrily reached his lip's to the others and lifted Zell's knee's to his shoulders.
"Seifer!"
The powerful one felt hands tighten in his hair and he spastically grinned as he pushed harder.
What a perfect lie hidden behind emerald eyes and kiss swollen lips.
"Harder!"
Power was his as they both screamed one last time before reality dawned on them and they both felt cold. Seifer sat for a moment, submerged in his dominance rather than pleasure.
He got up to gather his clothes and quickly pull them on. He slipped into his trench coat and reached for the door handle. He thought it was appropriate to say something before he take his leave.
"See you later, Chicken-wuss."
He swore he saw tears glimmer in the corner of Zell's eyes.
Oh well, what didn't kill him made him stronger.
As he closed the door he looked up to see the eyes of Quistis Trepe nailed to him. Feeling brave and somehow solid, he returned the gaze with a roguish smirk and eyes gleaming with mischief.
I can live without him.
And he promised that it wasn't a lie. He promised.
Whee! It's not 1:00AM in the morning guys! Hurray! There's something deeper underneath Seifer's words… I swear!