Disclaimer: I don't own FF VIII or any of its characters. This isn't true, just a wet dream on paper. Although... I could of swore Zelly liked manjinia... snickers

Yay, I fixed the punctuation problem and am in the middle of correcting the other chapters!

Chapter 3: Penguin boxer shorts... pretty in pink?

Seifer's p.o.v

Fast as lightning, Zell's pants were off and thrown somewhere. I think they broke my lamp. Damn. Well, anyway, he had the cutest boxers, that little chicken.

"You.." Wheeze, "are.." cough..." really gonna do me?" hack.

I nodded, quite happily. C'mon, he thought I wouldn't go through with it once I got his clothes off and had his gorgeous body? This is Seifer Almasy we're talking about, I go through with everything.

I lean down, taking the lobe of his ear into my mouth and nibbling. Slowly, carefully as if he would break, I start caressing supple skin, any patch I can find. He flinches, twisting underneath me.

"Of course I am. Now, stop fucking flinching wench."

"Fuck you, whore bag! "

Whore bag? What the fuck? Is that supposed to ...well, I'm not quite sure what it's supposed to do... what a reject... a cute reject that is, mind you. Everyone knows the played out scenario that I only make fun of him because I like him. Well, that scenario is true.

I smirk, spreading his legs even farther... god this rocks. My head fills giddy with all the power I'm rewarded over his body and his pleasure. This is better than any fucking drug you could think of. Remember that kids, Zell Dincht will make all your troubles float away!

Heh.

"You're such a poet, please write me a book one day of your amazing comebacks, I'll be sure to read it. Fuckin' dumbass."

He narrows those baby blue eyes, squinting. "You're sooooo nice to the people you're about to fuck."

Damn straight, nothing but the best.

"Yeah, just shut your mouth and take it, I'm getting annoyed."

Right when I'm about to dive in, get lost in the art of his sweet, pale, creamy, luscious, gorgeous body, I hear a fucking knock at the door. My door. Zell, staring wide-eyed at me, confused just as much as I am.

My mouth must be opened huge because the person on the other side of that damn door has no clue what I'm gonna do to him. No one interrupts Seifer Almasy when he's got a bonner that really needs attending to and one chicken wuss spread out and ready to help.

I snarl, getting up and searching for my pants while Zell throws a blanket on that pure sin he calls a body. Beautiful, especially the blush that spread everywhere when we were on that bed...

Another knock, more urgent and I hear a voice.

"Seifer? Are you there?"

No.

FUCKING NO! I knew it, how the fucking hell did I know HE'D be the one person to ruin my whole life in the blink of an eye. Squall Leonheart.

Oh yeah, you know his balls will be chopped off. Anyone else, fucking anyone and maybe, just maybe I wouldn't of been so completely steaming.

But no, life dealt me a low, fucking, blow.

And not the good kind either.

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Walking slowly, fuming and a blood vessel nearly popping from his forehead as he plunged forward. Seifer put on an entirely fake smile, breaking the doorknob as he slammed open the door.

"WHAT!" he shrieked, holding back the overwhelming rage and urge to tear open the gunbladist piece by frickin' piece. Squall had his arms crossed, blank expression on his face as usual.

"Zell here?"

Zell...

Zell...

ZELL! His Zell, the one he was so close to bloody fucking not five minutes ago?

"..." He tried to start, but everything seemed to start with an 'F'. "... WHAT?""

Squall's face was almost comical. He stepped back, eying the crazed boy up and down in baffled confusion. Not even Seifer could be this out of character. Odd indeed.

"Seifer... There's steam coming from your ears..."

"I KNOW THAT, NOW WHAT THE..." Seifer took a gulp of air, tying his hands behind his back to keep from strangling his enemy. His eyebrow twitched. "Now," he started in a more calmer voice, controlling his anger, "why do you want him and how do you know that he's here? I wouldn't want a fucking annoying hyper psycho in my dorm this hour."

"It's three p.m. and I only asumed he was or had been here because he informed me of a certain deal you proposed him. I had a bit of a suspicion you were trying to rape him and that wouldn't be beneficial to SeeD with the emotional distress it would cause."

Big words.

Another eyebrow twitch.

"Well, moody, no he's not here-" Oh Seifer's luck.

"Squall!" A shrill voice called. He turned around and to his horror, Zell was still in that thin robe, busting out with a giant smile on his gorgeous face.

What the hell was with him today!

He glanced at Squall, who's normally tormented eyes gradually un-fogged when he saw the blond. Oh, that was so a kick in the ass.

"Er... I guess you're wondering why I'm here...and uh naked eh?" Zell was rubbing the back of his head vigorously and Seifer had a nasty thought.

I know where you can really rub... fucking sexy chicken...

Squall's face hardened again and he said his simple, "..." before turning around to leave and Seifer nearly feel onto his knees with joy. He was leaving!

But... Zell was Herring to get his pants on, a glove being pulled on one hand while the other was in his mouth. ...In his mouth...

God!

Seifer knew one thing, if anything Zell was the picture of a tease and one day, he would get that sexy boy into his bed. Chicken wuss or not.

But he was left sighing when Zell ran out, mumbling a quick, un-meant apology and going after Squall. Seifer sat back on his bed, slicking his hair back out of simple habit.

One day...

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tbc