Disclaimer: Don't own FFVIII...not really wanting to unless I can keep Seifer and Zell locked in a cage together forever and watch as they sexily go at it...ahem.

Yep, I updated! Ooooo...

Uh, sorry? This story isn't big on my update RIGHT now list, so I kinda forget.

Chapter five: Wet dreams and anger management

Hot breath puffing out on heated, pale skin. Seifer spread Zell as far as he possibly could, grinning to himself as he heard a small moan. His fingers traced the others thigh, outlining it and smoothing his hand out.

He took a vial and tapped some of its contents onto his fingers, hooking the blond's leg over his forearm and watching the baby face scrunch up in painful arousal.

"I..is th-this going to hurt? I mean...I've only done it with Squall and it could be diff--"

Seifer grinned, fully prepared to lie through his teeth and cut him off. "Nah, not much more...than say a bug bite." Or something tearing your insides apart, but he'd save that later.

He carefully inserted a finger in the puckered entrace, stopping immediately for Zell to adjust. When he felt hips push up, he knew the other was ready for another digit and stuck it in, scissoring them and loving the sharp gasp it brought.

"You think you're ready yet?"

Zell nodded, throwing his head back as he felt Seifer's length pressing against him harder and harder and then diving into him. His back arched as far as it could go, soft peep escaping his throat. Seifer didn't move for a moment, watching the blond's face contort before relaxing and began moving in fluid motion, slamming in and out at a pace both of them set.

"AH!"

Zell wrapped his legs around Seifer's waist, drawing their bodies as close as possible and sticking his arms around the others neck.

His eyes closed and he whispered, "Sei...Seifer!"

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Zell was having a good, good, dream. His body was pressed against something hot and hard, something making him moan deliciously. His feet were kicking slightly while his mouth couldn't form a louder groan if it tried.

And guess what? Go on...

I bet you don't know what happened, eh? Well, fuck my ego just went through the roof. Because...? Because I just nailed the hammer into the hole, to put it lightly.

We were kissing...more kissing and then...boom, just happened. I through him against a wall and ravished him. He wasn't complaining, and don't worry. I made him write down that it wasn't illegal rape before we...ya know...so now, his little guard dog couldn't try and rip my balls off.

AND! Oh Hyne, today is so fucking awesome. One, I get to rub all the little details of our nice little night into Squalls face, scar his mind with images of various degrees and cause him to go even more mentally insane. Two, well, with number one who needs a fucking number two?

Heh.

Ah, so I stretch, admiring my arms and watching the piece of ass next to me gather into a ball before arching his back like a cat, yawning. Yes! I've been waiting two hours for this...!

He smiled slightly, and yes, he thinks it's Squall he's waking up next to huh? "Squall," he moans disoriented. Yes, yes, yes, yes! A little more...and bingo, his eyes go wide with disbelief and his entire body goes frigid.

"Y-y-y-y-"

I smirk, probably brighter than the chain on puberty boys neck. "T-t-t-t-t TODAY!" I giggle to myself, laughing louder at his horrified expression. Ah Hyne, I'm funny. I should clap for myself.

"S-seifer...we didn't...ya know...um, yeah we didn't do it right?" Covering himself with the sheet, he turns his head, blush spreading to his ears.

Just to be an ass, I rip it away, grinning maliciously at his alarm. "Yeah, yeah we fucking did, Zelly! And oh, you were moaning so god damned loud, I thought the walls would cave!" And just for added affect, I pin his wrists against the pillow, bathing in his disgust like it was water.

"Bastard! You...you mus' ah' took advantage of me or somethin'! I'd never--"

I lick his cheek, never losing my smirk. "Oh but you did. We did. And it wasn't Squall or any other fantasy man putting a dick up your ass, it was me. And you loved every second. Another round?"

For the first time I actually look up into his eyes, his gorgeous baby blues that remind me of a place pure but are so completely clouded at the moment. I kinda start feeling the guilt, I guess...guilt? When the fuck did I realize I had a conscience!

I let go of him, sitting up and running a hand through my hair.

Hello conscience. Just meeting it and it's already biting me in the ass. Ain't that a bitch.

"Well, get up, get dressed and get out. A lovely fuck babe, but I'm over you, you're useless and your debts been paid in full."

Cold and calculating. His voice wavers as he speaks, tiny and most unlike him.

"Seifer, my...legs hurt...and I can't find my clothes. Hurts..."

Should I help him? That would make him think I liked him...ugh. But then again, he regrets it right? He's attached to Squall so whatever.

After putting on my gloves and my trench coat, I spot his discarded (slightly ripped) boxers and some other assorted pieces to his strange (yet adorable) outfit and slowly hand them to him, making him work a little. Hey, if you're now just discovering, I'm not a nice fucking guy.

he snatches them, glaring like hell was in his eyes. Jesus, what the hell? I helped him. Me, Seifer, king of being a cruel to the easily manipulated, tormentor to all kids that have either brown hair or stupid flashy changing eyes. I make one little exception and he already takes it for granted.

Wench.

"Yeah, there ya go now get the hell out."

"You're a cold bastard. I feel like I just got raped and you couldn't give a shit."

Yeah yeah, whine whine. But...but when something falls onto my pillow from his eye, it's kind of alarming. I mean, crying? The fuck, was I really that mean...

"Go tell it to Squall, whore."

Okay, don't tell me. I sit down and he inching away, but I wrap an arm around, pulling him closer and biting his neck in a simple gesture but he still flinches.

"Seifer..." He glares again, not so menacing as before though. "You fucking call me a whore and tell me to get out but now your biting my neck and..." he looked down, motioning to my arm around his waist. "You're hugging me!"

"Fucking excuse me if I try and be civil for a change! Christ!"

Anger boils inside me and I push him away, not missing the tiny squeak at being shoved and having his aching thighs pressing together.

Sometimes, he pisses me off more so than he arouses me.

And that fucking sucks.

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Updates will be faster so don't worry heehee, and I won't forget this story again. Oh and yeah...half a lemon for Fluffy Kuja, I'll write more descriptive ones later, promise!