Title: Catch Me If You Can

Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII

Pairing: Seifer/Zell

Rating: R

Warnings: Yaoi, mature sexual themes, language

Summary: Seifer and Zell are caught in the midst of extracurricular activites.

Copyright: All characters and places are owned by Squaresoft.

Author's Notes: Fwee! Update! This isn't completely done, I still need to get the lemon done (imagine that x3) Anyway. Yeah. I think that's all I wanted to say? Oh well. Oh! Thank you all SO MUCH for your reviews! I took every one to heart I wanted to answer some, but I figured that would be a little too stalker-ish. So yeah. THANK YOU SOOO MUCH! I love you all. This is for you guys! Mwah! 3

The morning was a peaceful one, for once, in Balamb Garden. Students milled about, their voices and laughter reverberating off of the domed ceiling of the large building. Squall walked along the walkway, talking quietly with Rinoa, Selphie, and Irvine, when a loud cry sounded from the front gate.

"Seeeeiifffeeeerr!"

Squall blinked, looking up from his boots as he saw a familiar blonde head, and a jean-clad butt bobbing it's way around the central elevator towards them. "What the hell...?" Irvine muttered, lifting his hat off his forehead. Selphie, the shortest of the four, bounced on her toes to see what they were looking at, pulling on her boyfriend's arm impatiently.

"Is that..." Rinoa murmured, before the bobbing body parts broke through a gaggle of girls ahead of them and the small group of SeeD's(save Rinoa) gawked.

Seifer went running by, his coat flapping behind him, a rather infuriated blonde thrown over his shoulder, pounding incessantly against his back. "Goddamn YOU!"

The group turned, Irvine laughing so hard he was doubled over and tears were streaming down his face. Rinoa giggled quietly into her hand, and Selphie cheered after them. "Go get 'em, Zellie!" she cried, waving her arms and laughing.

"Selphie! Squall! Help meee!"

And that was the last they saw of them as the two blondes dissapeared into the dormitory hallway.

"...shouldn't I stop them?" Squall asked quietly. "Because of the no promisuity rule..."

"You had better not, or Seifer'll rip your head off," Rinoa laughed. "Let them be."

Meanwhile, Seifer was fumbling with the key code on his door. "Dammit," he muttered, as 'Denied' flashed across the screen.

"Let go of me, damn you!" Zell cried, flailing desperately. "Fucker! Yeah, deny him!" he shouted at the pad.

"Shut the fuck up, Chicken!" Seifer snarled, laying a sharp slap to his wriggling behind. He smirked as Zell froze, staring at Seifer with wide eyes.

"You sicko! Fag!"

"Well isn't that the pot calling the kettle gay?" Seifer snorted. He let out a triumphant laugh as the pad flashed 'Confirmed' and the door slid open.

Seifer strutted into his dorm, grinning as he dumped the compact martial artist onto his bed and walked over, locking the door. "Now then. You're all mine," he chuckled, shrugging off his coat.

"N-Now, let's talk about this!" Zell squeaked, cowering in the corner as Seifer loomed over him.

"Why? You seemed so eager a few minutes ago..." Seifer muttered, rubbing his chin and grinning.

"I-I wasn't thinking straight!"

"Of course you weren't thinking straight. I'm another guy you dickhead."

Zell swallowed, his eyes flitting about nervously, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "I...um...I..."

"Shut up. Your voice irritates me," Seifer snapped, reaching up to unhook his choker.

"You fuckhead!" Zell exclaimed. He stood to his full height - although, even on the bed he was still shorter then Seifer - and clenched his fists.

Seifer reached out, grasping Zell's cheeks and pulled him forward, kissing him. Zell's arms pinwheeled, his eyes wide, before slowly his eyes closed and his mouth opened to Seifer's probing tongue. A soft sigh escaped the martial artist's lips, his arms lifting to wrap about Seifer's naked neck. Seifer smiled into the kiss, hands softening from their death grip to a soft caress. Seifer's tongue entered the parted lips, probing the warm recesses again. His tongue thrashed about, running over lips, tongue, and cheeks.