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Chapter Two: A little closer to love, not the bunny suit!

Seifer's p.o.v

Ya know... I'm not quite sure threating someone is the best way ta go to get said someone's attention. Of course, that's just a hunch, I could totally be wrong.

A nervous feeling keeps popping up in my stomach whenever I see him now. He stares at me all cross eyed, waiting for me to tell him what to do.

Kinda like a slave...

Sweeeeet.

Think I could get him to dress in tight leathers and handcuffs while getting on his knees in front of my crotch? Nah, I didn't think so either.

But that would kick ass.

Hmm, it's morning, time for breakfast. Bet you ten to one Zell'll come racing down this hall, pushing people over and perhaps tackling a few poor fucks for his hot dogs.

I didn't put on my trench coat today, and for some reason, I feel naked without it. It's my shell, a protection but I thought it would be easier to seduce the blond wonder with it off and just let a tight shirt do the trick.

Mmm, maybe it won't be as hard as I think it will be. And it's only hard because of Zell's innocent mind. Well, and his hatred for me.

Five, four, three...

"OUTTA MY WAY YOU FUCKING TURDS! "

And my beloved chicken wuss is heading this way. Poor cadets flipping up in the air, others nimbly dodging the energetic teen. They knew Zell's... shall we say passion for hot dogs.

He was fastly approaching me and I wasn't one of those dumbasses to be pushed aside. When he got to me, I could see him gulp, a blush rising on those baby cheeks.

I smirked. "And where are you going chicken wuss? "

He glared at me, silently wishing death upon me and my cockiness. I can read him like a book. Although the glare wasn't very convincing which baffled me a little. Usually, it's at its max, complete with hissing sounds.

"Hi Seifer," he mumbled, attempting to walk by. Oh no, it ain't that easy chickie.

I easily blocked his way, so very tempted to reach out and crush his lithe body against me and feel his satiny lips on mine. Shit, stop thinking this way Seifer, I'm getting fucking hard.

"Le... Let me pass, HOT DOGS!"

He looked so excited... but I wanted to crush his hopes so bad. Don't ask me why. Something inside me just makes me wanna rip out someones heart and squeeze it until I get my way. It's an animistic calling and it takes a lot to control. It's the cruel, power-hungry side of me.

He was nearly pissing his pants, bouncing up and down and Hyne, if that belly didn't grumble. "C'mon Seifer pleeeeeeeeeasse! Hot dogs, hot dogs! Let's go now and you can bug the shit outta me at lunch baby!"

My eyes narrowed. Baby? If he knew how much I wanted him to direct that at me... shit.. Fuck with all this angst, I'm Seifer Almasy, the mighty Gunblade specialist!

"Sure, why not. Let's go chicken wuss."

Running down the hall grinning back at me, the big dumbass acted like he just relieved an erection. But in the process, my heart clenched a little tighter.

What a smile.

Well, I think Mr. Sap should be my new goddamn title. Love sucks. Actually, I shouldn't rule it as love... but I've only been attracted to the fucker for the past five years, since I knew what an erection was. And now, possessive feelings are starting to eat at me when I see him with Squall.

"Hurry the hell up Seifer!"

I squint. Little brat. Who does he think he's talking too anyway? Motherfucker!

"Shut the fuck up, I'm coming!" I wish I was...

And why does he all of the sudden, want me to sit with him at lunch? Hmm interesting.

Zell grabbed his tray, stood bouncing in line and wondering why the hell he basically invited his enemy to eat with him? Seifer, on the other hand, was beside him, narrowing his eyes at everything around him and scoffing to himself.

The small blond fidgeted, jumping from right foot to left nervously. He wasn't used to Seifer just... hanging out with him. Especially after yesterday and the favor. Speaking of... Seifer still hasn't mentioned what he wanted. Hey, maybe he forgot!

Apparently not. Seifer smirked down at him, crossing his arms over a broad chest. "Don't you dare think I forgot blondie."

Maaaaaaaaaaaaan... Zell sighed.

"Didn't think so... well, whaddya want from me? I bet ya want me to dress up like a fuckin' bunny or no! A giant chicken and dance around right, humping shit?"

Seifer smirked yet again, drawing his lips together. "Nope, you'll see. And the line's moving dumbass, get your scrawny ass in gear."

"Cocky bastard..."

"What?"

"Nothing..."

"Thought so." Seifer smirked to himself.

Zell grumbled, sticking his tongue out when Seifer wasn't directly looking/glaring at him. After receiving his pile of hot dogs, and Seifer taking a bottle of water, they sat at a table.

Neither said much, aside from the horrible sounds of Zell disposing of almost a dozen hot dogs. Seifer cringed in disgust at the martial artist's revolting behavior, reeling back slightly.

"You disgust me, you know that chicken?"

Zell squinted, guzzling down a can of soda before whipping his mouth, satisfied. His entire body relaxed, his arms resting behind him casually.

"Hey! Just 'cause I ain't no preppy like you don't mean shit okay. And, who would think you would have some table manors anyway! Now, tell me what ya want from so I can leave with a notion ya won't wake me up at three in the morning and make me do something degrading."

Seifer just smiled, shaking his head. "Fine...listen up then chickie..."

Zell thought to himself that Seifer smiling was really creepy. He'd always kinda wanted to see it, just to know Seifer actually had the capacity to smile.

"I want you. Ta fuck you, while you're screaming my name, moaning and writhing. And a blow in the shower wouldn't suck either. I want to touch you everywhere, make you mine. There, now think you can be ready for that?"

Seifer, with no more of his beautiful words, turned his back on the stunned fighter, and left.

HOLLY SHIT ON TOAST!

I did it. I told him exactly what I wanted. I'm speechless, at myself! Did you see his eyes, oh Jesus! They were bloody dinner plates. And that mouth, just gawking open, shit man.

Wonder what little Zell will do? Run to Squally and cry or something like that probably. Or maybe, hopefully, he'll be a man and let me fuck him into the mattress.

You know what the funny... funniest part of all this shit is? I wouldn't of beat his ass in that cafeteria yesterday. Not even if my life depended on it. Sure I threatened, but I don't think I could actually do it.

So basically, he doesn't owe me shit heh!

Such an innocent boy sometimes, so fuckin' gullible and that could get him into trouble, worse than that fucked up mind of his. People pray on innocence, people like me.

Yeah, you know I'm smiling.

"OH MY GOD! "

Squall winced.

"Zell, calm down."

The lithe blond looked incredulously at his friend. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he could hear his own heartbeat race and the adrenaline was just too much.

"I can't Squall, this is... it's fuckin' insane is what it is! He'll jump me, he'll rape me! Oh Hyne, what do I do?"

The scarred boy narrowed his eyes, carefully picking his words before speaking. They could be his death if he wasn't careful.

"Zell, I'm sure he was just kidding and if not, it's not my damn problem."

That wasn't too bad. Although, the crazed, hurt look in Zell's eyes made him re-consider.

"Fine... well, what do you actually want from me? I can't really help you okay. What Seifer wants to do is his and your problem."

Zell crunched up his nose, stomping his foot with no strength behind it and his bottom lips starting trembling. Whether in anger or tears, Squall couldn't tell.

"You suck Squall, ya stupid unemotional bastard!"

And Zell, thankfully, stormed off as expected this time. Squall let out a sigh, even a small grin traced his lips before quickly leaving and the stone mask fell in place once again.

It was some time later when Zell decided to march to Seifer's dorm and give him a piece of his mind. Fucking with him like that! Some people could be disgusting and still surprise the shit outta you.

He started knocking on the Gunbladist's door, but it opened before he got to the second knock and he got dragged in. The door slammed and he looked up him his place on the floor, clearly bewildered.

"S-Seifer?"

The tall blond greeted him eagerly, shirt un-buttoned and face more than a little red.

"Did you come to repay your debt little chicken?" He whispered seductavely.

Zell looked baffled again before grasping his barrings. The dazed look in his eyes didn't faultier for a while though.

"Debt, fuck you! I came ta tell your ass you can go fuck yourself 'cause I ain't gonna be no slut for you."

Resisting the urge to snarl, Seifer crossed his arms and closed his eyes in thinking. The little chicken, damn him! He couldn't just like, force Zell into some hot, sweaty sex.

Although, he could always ...what was that word... damn he forgot. Oh yeah, convince him.

"But Zell, you don't wanna weasel your way outta this deal do ya? Like a fuckin' pussy! Where's the honer in that, be a chicken! Er, man!"

The small blond looked very skeptical. But, he was smiling. That was a good sign.

"Okay... so say I take you up on this deal, no like, struggling or whining or any shit. Totally willing. Would you keep pickin' on me? "

Seifer thanked every god he could think of, especially dear Hyne. No struggling, it sounded too good to be true! A willing Zell, naked, on his fucking bed, spreading those milky legs.

His pants tightened.

All Seifer's asshole-ency drained out of his body, he quickly pulled the younger boy up and against him, restraining from biting his neck.

"No. I'd fuckin' leave you alone forever if you let me have you," Seifer's breath was getting quite shallow when he finished.

Zell's eyes widened, realization dawning on him. He pressed up, biting his lip when Seifer released a hiss near his ear. This was all too weird, but Zell couldn't deny; Seifer was abso-fucking-lutely hot.

Hmm, decision, should he play the innocent virgin, or the very sly, seductive whore?

He'd go for a little half of each.

"S-Seifer, I've ...never done this before."

Zell took Seifer's wondering hand, laying it on his hip and gently pressing his lips the the taller boy's. Seifer almost immediately deepened the kiss, grabbing Zell's ass and squeezing, grinding their erections together.

A delicious moan escaped the lithe blond boy, his blue eyes going hazy slightly. Squall never did this for him, no foreplay at all so this was very new.

Teeth nipped at his ear, a hot tongue traced his lobe while rough hands guided him to the bed. His mind was lost, he had absolutely no control over his body or what those strong hands were doing with his clothes. He just bent his head, exposing tanned flesh and let Seifer do what he wanted to his willing body.

He had no regret.

tbc