Ano.. here's another one.
Disclaimer: Don't own characters, Square-enix does. Hah. The faceless jerk. Much better stuff comes. I promise.
Warnings: … Yaoi and waxplay in another, later chapter.
Pairings: Seifer and Zell
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Stupid bastards, Zell thought as he felt his body slow down and stop as the spell was cast on him. The only problem with this mission was that he had to be unjunctioned, and that wasn't turning out to well. The man who had cast the spell quickly cast blind and then silence, just in case Zell wanted to see.
Zell didn't want to see. Breaking up this stupid gang would have been hard enough, but this was so not turning out well. He felt a foot and attempted to move, but he couldn't.
The gang members sneered with voices and said nothing much, they weren't supposed to. The leader, or probably the section's leader, grinned as he took Zell's chin and was probably glaring in Zell's blank face. "The boss likes 'em spunky," he hummed into Zell's face, alcoholic breath making Zell want to gag. The leader threw him to the ground, laughing.
He was bitching at Squall for this one, after he was finished being afraid. He'd heard of the boss, of how he liked his… fun. This isn't happening, he thought.
"Get away from him!" came the yell, and Zell wanted to turn, but he couldn't. All he could hear was a struggle, and many, many angry words with bullets, magic, and a bladed weapon. Was it Squall? Had Squall followed him?
Suddenly, Zell realized it wasn't Squall. Squall was still in Balamb. So who would save him in this dark and desolate town?
The final gasp came and a voice called out to him. "Zell?" Oh, Zell wanted to move. He wanted to cry, "I'm here! I'm here!" or hug the person who'd just helped him. There he remained, however, much to his dissatisfaction.
"Oh, Zell," came the worried voice, and a hand on his neck. The man must have found a pulse because he sighed, scooping up the blonde into his arms and holding Zell tightly. "Don't do that to me."
I'm not dead, Zell wanted to respond. But thanks for the hug. When did you get so concerned? None of his male friends would hug him like this.
The man brushed back his hair. "Out cold. You definitely strain yourself too hard, Chickenwuss."
The tattooed blonde would have frozen had he not been so already. Seifer had him, Seifer had rescued him, and Zell was seriously debating whether to wake up and go back to the boss than whatever Seifer had in store. He wanted to scream, to look up and glare at the sneer that had to have been on Seifer's face.
Seifer continued talking. "So, here I am, then. You're knight in shinning armor." Seifer chuckled to himself before going into a fit of some sort, wet tears falling onto Zell's face. Seifer was crying? Seifer could cry?
Holy fuck. Zell was completely unnerved, and it didn't help as Seifer cast a Cura on him, healing bruises and such.
"Oh, Zell," Seifer whispered. "If we'd been so different, we would have had such a happier life… one like she showed me… but…" he trailed off. "I can't just leave you here, can I?"
Zell's head was spinning and he wanted to know what the hell was going on. Maybe he was dead, and this was hell.
"Maybe we could go to dinner, huh? All the bread you'd want. But then you'd…" his voice trailed off. "I don't suppose we have anywhere to go but my place, huh?" Suddenly hands trailed down his arms, and Zell wanted to cry inside. Was Seifer the boss? Was Seifer going to rape him, now in his defenseless state? Seifer's breath had hitched as he moved over Zell's chest.
"So fine, chickenwuss," he murmured before moving his hands up to Zell's neck. Zell calmed a little, but the "So fine" had pretty much made him die. He was going to be Seifer's slave-boy forever, and he wasn't sure if he could live with that.
"And your tattoo, chicken, you had me dreaming about you for weeks. Oh, was there some 'special service' involved?" Hands traced Zell's tattoo, and the fear was gone, replaced with:
He's been dreamin' about me?
Seifer's face then nuzzled his own, and Seifer inhaled deeply, sighing afterward. "And you smell so good, so edible…" But then Seifer picked Zell's form up, carrying Zell somewhere Zell was sure he didn't want to know.
Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods… his heart was beating rapidly now, trying to ignore how sweet this must have looked to the interested yaoi fangirl. Or what would happen if Squall saw him like this.
They walked for a bit, Seifer in silence, until a door opened and another and then they were still. Zell supposed it was an elevator. Creepily, Zell was starting to notice Seifer didn't smell too bad himself, in fact… He did not just think that.
The elevator doors opened and Seifer went down a hall, opening a door closing it with his foot. The room was much warmer than the hall, and Seifer moved through several doorframes before laying Zell down gently. Zell was afraid and then swore.
Seifer caught his lips in a kiss, passionate yet gentle and not forceful and…cautious. Seifer then whispered a good night and tucked Zell in, and he heard the door shut. Zell's lips tingled and his tongue darted out to try the new flavor.
Seifer had fuckin' kissed him, kissed him without anything in return, without taking it further.
Zell tried to ignore any feelings popping up like annoying voices in his head and remind himself that this was Seifer. And Seifer wasn't making any sense.
