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Seifer's hands were rummaging through Zell's hair like there was no tomorrow, and Zell was trying to pull Seifer tighter to him, hands roaming down Seifer's sides. All Zell knew was that Seifer's mouth felt really damn good and Seifer was enjoying this.

They pulled apart, slightly, Seifer's flushed face looking down at Zell's. "Seifer…please…" All those emotions Seifer had kept hidden surfaced, the stress gone as soon as he released him. Zell was attacked by a fury of kisses, moaning slightly. This had to have been heaven. Zell was even hard for him, and Seifer gave a smirk before plundering Zell's mouth again. Why, oh, why had he been so mean and icy when such bliss was right here?

They pulled apart again, and Zell blushed as Seifer eyed him up and down like food. Oh, hell, baby, he'd be candy for Seifer any day, as long as Seifer kept kissing. Who knew the bully had such feelings? Zell couldn't even remember hating the bastard- oh, wait, yes he could. "Seifer..." he moaned. Seifer growled in response, causing Zell to shiver.

Suddenly, Seifer pulled away, covering his mouth and heading for the bathroom, locking it. Zell sat up, confused. "Seifer?" he asked, suddenly embarrassed. Acting so childish in front of his archenemy! He buried his face in his hands. "I'm not in love," he told himself reassuringly. "Just… horny, with nobody else." That sounded believable.

Right after that statement, there was a choking noise and he heard vomit hit the toilet. His eyes widened, filling with both tears and anger. Seifer found him disgusting. "Yeah, well, you weren't so good, either!" Zell yelled at him, giving him the up-yours sign though Seifer couldn't see it. Zell kicked the wall and headed for the bedroom.

He rocked back and forth on the bed. Seifer was disgusted with him. Zell remained on the bed for Hyne knows how long and just cried. He cried. Seifer hated him. Seifer would never kiss him again, and Zell coldly realized that that's exactly what he wanted. He wanted Seifer to love him.

That was not the most comforting revelation, and Zell pounded several pillows until they fell apart and he drifted, exhausted. He flopped over as he heard the bathroom door open.

"Zell?" Came the voice, and Zell pulled the covers over his head. "Zell?" Seifer walked into the bedroom, turning on the lamp beside the bed, sitting on the dull flowery colored cover. Zell pushed his head into the soft blue pillow, or rather, what was left. Part was so that Seifer wouldn't see him cry. Part so Seifer wouldn't be seen and make Zell blush. Part so Seifer wouldn't think he was an emotional bomb that just was set off, though it was partly true.

"Zell, I'm sorry. I… I have a bad history of an upset stomach, especially now. Please… it wasn't your fault…" Seifer broke off. "It was a scare, Chicken. The boss thought you were here and I had to explain who was in the shower and I wasn't ready to eat. Zell…" Seifer was shaking Zell gently, then sighing. "Fine, Chicken. I can-"

"I'm not a chicken!" Zell whined. "I'm a person, a person that you're trying to drive away and I won't go!" Muffled sobs accompanied the statement.

"Zell…" Seifer responded weakly. He softly rubbed Zell's back, trying to comfort the smaller blonde. "Zell."

"No! Just shut up! You keep givin' me kisses an' then I kiss you, and you're disgusted! What the hell am I suppose to think?" Zell dove deeper into the bed and Seifer managed to get his hands under him and cradled him gently, holding Zell and the covers the way Matron used to do.

"You knew I kissed you?" Seifer asked, and Zell nuzzled his way to light, the covers falling over his face. Seifer was quiet, almost… father-like.

Zell nodded. "Four times," he stated, hiccupping. Seifer shook his head, wiping away the tears with his fingers. Then Zell realized Seifer actually must have done it more, because Seifer seemed half-way amused.

"I'm not disgusted," Seifer told him. "I really just can't keep a lot down." Zell squirmed his way to sitting up, and Seifer continued. "It wouldn't work, Zell. I don't want us to get attached."

"You do to, you liar!" Zell yelled back, struggling against this man, against this nice person. "You want to get attached just like me because-" Zell froze. Damn his mouth. He could never keep secrets with Seifer for long. He felt Seifer's breath hitch as Seifer's hands traced his tattoo gently, as if Zell's skin would shatter. Zell took in a hiccupped breath. His tears had probably wiped away the cover-up.

"Can you make it the rest of the day without saying anything, Chicken?" Seifer asked again, and Zell hiccupped much more quickly this time. Seifer understood. Seifer had always understood, like when he was bluffing or happy or sad.

"You...always… can get me to say something," he admitted quietly. "I think you're right, though. If I get out, I'll get you out."

"And Raijin, and Fujin. That's how we're here." Seifer looked away from Zell's curious eyes. "Let's eat lunch and I'll call Fujin down." He got up and Zell lay in the bed, only getting up when Seifer called him. Lunch already. Maybe Zell had slept some of the time away.

There was a lot of bread, and Zell almost drooled as he sat down, quickly said thanks and dug in. Seifer chuckled. "Good to see I can still remember a few things."

Zell nodded and as soon as they were both done Seifer picked up the phone. "Fujin? Hey, it's Seifer. I was wondering if you could help me with a few shopping things…yeah, thanks. I appreciate it." He hung up the phone, sneaking a glance at Zell's ass as Zell shadowboxed. It was kind of annoying in a closed space, but from this angle, he rather liked it. Zell's ass all bent in awkward positions…

Zell turned as soon as he realized the phone conversation was done. "Is she going to go?"

Seifer nodded, and sat in front of the TV. "She's got her key," he explained, and Zell sat on the sofa next to him, noting Seifer's flinch. Sneakily he reached over Seifer's lap slowly for the remote and grabbed it quickly, changing the channel. He smiled evily as he noticed Seifer's shortness of breath, as he noticed the way Seifer's hips almost seemed to come closer to him. He also noticed how Seifer glared at him. "What did I say, Zell?"

Zell pressed their noses together, grinning evily. "You know I don't think, baby," he whispered. Seifer closed his eyes, ready to draw Zell into a kiss. Zell watched and waited eagerly as their faces got closer. "Seifer…I…I lo-"

"Shhh…" Seifer told him, understanding. Zell's eyes shut, ready to accept whatever happened.

Their romantic interlude was interrupted by Fujin, who opened the door and shut it quickly. She walked into the living room area and promptly fainted for two reasons: One, Seifer had actually saved the Chicken wuss, and two, Seifer was actually kissing the chicken-wuss.

Zell's head spun around as he heard her body hit the floor. "Oh, crap," he stated, and Seifer raced over to her, checking for a pulse. She opened her eye, glaring at him. "EXPLAIN," she demanded.

Seifer chuckled. "I told you we needed to go shopping."