Bedtime, night three. Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, don't own Fujin, don't own Raijin, don't own Squall… you get the idea. I'm writing this down because it gets it out of my head, and I'm placing it of FF net because I'd like feedback on what I think.

Thank you.

"Seifer?" came the call, and Seifer turned from the bathroom to see Zell in an over-sized shirt. It barely reached his knees. Zell was also holding the extra toothbrush he kept for emergencies, and due to all of the above factors, looked positively cute. Or edible. Seifer wasn't sure yet. Zell cocked his head. "You look rabid," he stated.

"Thank you for the obvious, Chicken," Seifer mumbled, spitting out toothpaste. Zell gave a chuckle and then helped himself to the fluoride stuff, watching the cream as it stayed on top of the bristles. "What did you want?" he asked, avoiding looking at Zell. The sofa was all made up for him and Seifer looked forward to sleeping on the lumpy cushions.

"'An ehh oin ou ehn ed?" came the muffled reply, and Seifer raised an eyebrow. Zell rolled his eyes and finished, rinsing out his mouth and turning to face the bully. "Can I join you in bed?"

"I'm sleeping on the sofa," Seifer responded. "I won't force a guest to suffer on that thing." He took a pillow and walked to the exit of the bedroom. "Night."

Zell's face looked crestfallen. "You slept with me last night," he whined, trying not to show his disappointment. Seifer sighed, rolling his eyes. Well, yes, he had, but that was because he-

"No funny business," he warned, going over to the bed and pulling back the covers. Zell literally bounded into bed, the lights turned off almost as an afterthought. Seifer hadn't even laid down and Zell was snuggled up to him. Zell smelled really nice, too, after that shower. It was almost like a kind of marking. Zell was in his clothes and in his bed and in his scent. He traced the tattoo gently. Yet Zell wasn't his.

Zell moved his head in response, then murmured a question. "Why'd you like me, anyway?" he asked, eyes shut.

Seifer couldn't think of a good explanation. Because Zell had always been beautiful, innocent and so bubbly, his mind told him. Zell could smile and the whole world would light up. Zell would always let the world know what he was thinking. Zell was always doing the right thing, and especially for other people.

Unlike Seifer. Selfish Seifer, he told himself, trying not to puke again. Hyne…

"I just have," Seifer whispered to him, and Zell opened an eye.

"Can't think of anything, huh?" Zell asked, chuckling. With that he let go of Seifer, and Seifer was able to breathe deeply, the feeling disappearing.

It was replaced with something wet on his neck as his shirt was quickly being undone.

"Zell?" Seifer asked, sitting up. "What the hell-" he was cut off as a mouth met his and he wasn't feeling like denying that. Zell was stroking his tongue, almost begging it to come and take him over and as the rest of the shirt was undone, Zell pulled back.

"I want…" Zell swallowed, embarrassed. "I…" he trailed off, instead letting his actions speak for him, the way he always had, kissing down Seifer's neck and down Seifer's chest.

His Zell, his mind whispered. Make him your Zell. He'd moan your name, if you'd let him…

Zell deserved so much better. Seifer took Zell's hands then, holding them tightly and forcing Zell up. Zell watched, an obvious flush on his face as he was panting. There were other things that were just as obvious on both men, but Seifer controlled his eyes to look at only Zell's eyes. He couldn't think as they met his, pleading and controlling and sparkling and lustful. Zell wanted release, but he didn't just want that.

He wanted Seifer to give it to him.

"Please, Seifer," Zell begged, giving a whine.

"We can't, Zell." Seifer responded, trying to ignore his own want. "It… it's not going to-" He gasped as Zell managed to flip them so Seifer had him pinned down and was over the Martial Artist. Seifer found sensibility was loosing an uphill battle at this point. Zell struggled a bit in his grip- both knew he could break out, but he was showing he wasn't trying to.

"Don't tell me why we can't," Zell stated. "I just know that we both want this, and it's not a several day fling. The only thing this situation has done is peel away and the defenses we've put over ourselves." He threw his head back as Seifer kissed his neck.

"That was eloquent," Seifer muttered, letting go of Zell's hands and pulling off Zell's over-sized shirt.

"I spent the rest of the night thinkin' on it," Zell responded proudly, straightening his posture, though he was on the bed.

Seifer chuckled, pulling down the elastic band of the boxers. "You would, Chicken."

Zell whined as Seifer sat him partially up. Seifer looked at him. "Save yourself for someone special," he whispered as he began to stroke Zell's flesh. Zell gave out a moan and hitched breath, trying to come up with a response.

"You…you are special," he responded.

Mine, Seifer's thoughts demanded. He wants you. Make him yours. Besides, the only other person he'll get is-

Seifer paused, keeping the rhythm though Zell knew suddenly something was wrong. Zell placed his hands on Seifer's face, watching as Seifer cried suddenly. Zell bit his lip, not wanting Seifer to stop but thinking that maybe, he should. I…I made him cry…

Seifer looked up, so broken and kissed Zell gently. "I can't, Zell. I'm sorry." Yet his hands continued until Zell spilled onto them, and Seifer got up out of bed to wash them off. Zell pulled up his boxers, confused.

"Goodnight, Zell," Seifer whispered, returning to the bed.

Zell only nodded as Seifer turned away from him. Zell pulled on his shirt and he wondered how the hell he had fucked things up. He wanted to cry. The look on Seifer's face, the pleading, Hyne, he'd never thought he'd see that. Zell felt tears and he needed someone to hold, and he held onto Seifer, pressing his face in the older man's back. "I'm sorry," Zell said, trying to stop crying as he felt Seifer's own shaky breaths. He reached around Seifer's stomach. Seifer held onto his hands, opening his mouth but saying nothing.

It was only when Zell was half-way asleep that he heard the response. "It's never been your fault, Chicken."

So, I guess the real question is, will Seifer turn over his friends or turn over Zell? Yeah, that's more of a cliffhanger than the actual last line, huh? Oh well. Tell me what you think.