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Disclaimer: Don't own FF8. Square Enix does.
Warnings: Yaoi. :p Creepy ritual. Kinda.
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Zell was led into the stone chamber, wearing a dress he had grudgingly accepted. It wasn't much of a dress- basic design, easy to take off. It was red, Seifer's color. He hadn't seen Seifer all day, and it bothered him. J-ran had mentioned if this didn't go well Zell would be visiting him every night.
Seifer had assured him it would go well, even bothering to continue in the darkness of the night, but Zell was still worried. He was trusting Seifer with just about everything, as he remembered. He was trusting Seifer and hoping they'd be blessed by a GF. Seifer told him if a GF didn't happen to bless them, just say it anyway, and then managed to tell him the benefits of such a coupling.
They would never be able to have another partner while the other was alive. Seifer had told him not to worry about that with the saddest look in his eyes. Then Seifer moved on to the fact that Zell would not be touched by any other man- it would cause both great pain. Zell would be expected to help out, but not like Seifer was- Zell might help in laundry, or in cooking. Not on the field, selling drugs for money or attacking SeeD. And they would
It really was a cult, Zell thought, as he entered the room. Not a gang, as Squall told him. A cult.
The room was seemingly composed of stone, with tapestries and such around it. There were candles and pots of earth and bowls of water and incense and other elemental attributes. Those were for marking, Zell noted, swallowing. Not a permanent marking, Seifer had assured him, but a representative marking, showing you did indeed belong to the other and that they belonged to you.
Seifer was waiting, eyes red and puffy, but Zell didn't think about that. The guards left, and Seifer came up to him. "I've said just about everything," Seifer told him. Zell hugged him happily.
"You didn't tell me I had to wear a dress." Zell complained, and laughed at Seifer's face. "I'm teasing, Seifer."
"Yeah," Seifer stated, out of character for a moment. "It's a tunic, Chicken. I know you don't have many brains but try." He laughed as Zell rolled his eyes. "Zell?"
Zell looked up at Seifer, knowing what the extended hand would offer. He hoped to Hyne this was a good decision, because, quite frankly, nothing else was going to work and Seifer wasn't really all that bad, right?
Seifer tried speaking but he couldn't. Every time he tried the words lodged themselves up in his throat, not wanting to say themselves because he really didn't deserve the blonde in front of him. Zell paused, then shook his head, somehow understanding. Leaning up on his tippy-toes, he tried to get next to Seifer's ear and whispered, "I'll lay with you, Seifer."
Seifer gripped him tightly, trying to tell himself this wasn't a dream. "Okay, then," he stated, almost afraid of using Zell's name. "You wanna get undressed or do you want-"
Zell chuckled. "Just feel it, baby," he told him. "I don't think I have anymore experience than you." With that, Zell took off Seifer's shirt, kissing along his chest.
Zell had the right idea, Seifer noted. He just didn't want to fuck this up- it really, really could be ruined easily. So he took charge, like the lover he was supposed to be, and undid the cord on Zell's tunic, trying not to gasp as Zell's delicious nakedness was exposed in front of him. Sensing Zell's embarrassment, Seifer dropped his own pants and Zell blushed twice as red as he could have been. Seifer kissed him gently, leaving enough space between them. "Zell…" he whispered, and Zell looked at the bed, in the middle of some huge but unknown symbol. The bed was circular in representative for unending love, but Zell just didn't care. His skin was starting to tingle, and he no longer felt afraid.
"Kiss me again," Zell teased, and Seifer complied, both now starting to feel excited despite the fear and worry and heaviness on their chests. Zell let go and kissed Seifer's cheek, lying down on the bed. Seifer went over, tying Zell's hands behind Zell's head, watching him gently like he would a doll.
"You're beautiful," he stated, watching as Zell's chest moved as he breathed, mesmerized.
Zell watched him, too, quite more eager than Seifer was. Seifer was still staring at him like he was a painting, and it was going straight to Zell's head. "Seifer," he almost whined. "I trust you."
Seifer blinked and then smiled, kissing Zell yet again, Zell trying to insert tongue. Seifer suckled on it for a bit. Letting, go, Seifer asked, "What do you see when you think of me? Like a symbol or something?"
Zell thought, a cute child-like pose on his face. "Um… your fire cross, I guess." Seifer gave a grin, getting up. Zell blinked. "Hey! Hey! That didn't look like a G-rated grin!"
Seifer picked up a candle. "It's not," he responded, walking over. "It's the Marking, lovely." He poured it onto Zell's chest, the wax hardening slowly from Zell's natural body heat.
It stung. Zell's neck flashed upwards as he tried to withstand the pain. It really wasn't painful, he reminded himself, it was just like melted wax. Hot. Hot, and on his chest, and in red, and- he opened his eyes. "No," he stated simply, and Seifer retreated the candle from Zell's cock.
"No fun," Seifer whined and Zell laughed at him.
"You betcha, baby. When I get my hands free you can try that, but not today." Zell flashed Seifer a grin. "So…what do I remind you of? Ish." He added, wondering if he asked the question correctly.
"Your tattoo," Seifer stated instantly, sighing. "You get wax, and I get a taser."
"Beh. Skip it and just…do me," Zell stated. "A taser isn't any fun, besides, I'm sure you'll get me all over your chest and we'll just lie and say that's it."
Seifer chuckled. "You are going to be insatiable, aren't you?" He kissed Zell's neck.
"'nuff bed talk," Zell told him, a sudden haze coming into play. He took in Seifer's fingers, sucking on them and getting them wet with spit. J-ran had "forgotten" their lube, and so Seifer was going to compromise. Seifer pulled the fingers away, reaching into Zell's hole. One finger slipped past Zell's ring of muscle, and Zell squirmed, getting used to it. "Seifer," he stated, the squirming simply making him hotter. He was squirming, bedding someone else, and Seifer looked completely… happy. Amazed.
"Yeah, Zell?" Seifer asked, teasing. He could tease. He started to add another finger and slipped it out quickly, grinning evilly as he heard Zell's whine.
"Bastard," Zell stated, and growled as Seifer stopped moving. Zell bucked for a bit. "Nooooo," he complained. "Fuck me…"
Seifer stretched him again, three fingers this time, wondering how this tightness would fit around him. It was burning, it was fierce, and- he grinned. Flick.
Zell spasmed, back arching and chest heaving forward as his body focused on that one point. "Yes," Zell cried out, not so much for an answer, but a basic way to let Seifer know, "I liked that and if you don't do it again I'll bite off your balls." Seifer did it again, and this time it was his name that Zell cried on his lips.
:Could you leave him, in this moment?:
Seifer looked at the fighter, wondering and then realized if Zell demanded it, he truly could. He shouldn't forget this was for Zell's protection, not for Zell's pleasure. Not for his pleasure.
:Why must you love him, Uncle?:
Seifer blinked at the voice and gave an answer. Maybe this was the GF thing. I'm not… sure. Just am, and I'm going to protect him. The voice paused and Seifer's thoughts scrambled for a moment, and the voice returned.
:You always were a martyr, Uncle…:
"Seifer!" Zell cried, snapping him back into the moment. Seifer leaned over Zell, kissing down his chest. Zell was already sweaty and Seifer relished in it. "Seifer…please."
Seifer adjusted Zell's body, each with a hitched breath of anticipation. When he was ready, Zell looked at him and nodded, no words between them. Seifer pushed through.
Zell's head flew back. Hyne… Seifer felt so big, and so good, pressing against him. He tried to move his hips but it didn't work, Seifer truly did have Zell in his control. Zell fell back, knowing there was a way he could drive Seifer crazy.
There was a gasp and a pause from the taller blonde, met by a crazy grin of Zell's. Seifer smirked, leaning over to kiss Zell. "You keep that up and I'll come before you do." Zell clenched his ass again in response, and Seifer started ramming away. Once he hit Zell's prostate right Zell was crying out his name, moaning and gasping, watching as Seifer came around to pump him in time. It was too much, this double sensation, and Zell came, spattering over Seifer's chest like he thought. His chest burned suddenly, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Seifer suddenly climaxed, too, shooting into Zell's ass and Zell blushed with pride, with pride, that he held Seifer's seed.
Seifer pulled out, looking at his chest. "I think it is your tattoo," he whispered eerily, and Zell blinked. It was. Then Zell decided that he was too tired to care at that point and closed his eyes.
"Thank you, Seifer," Zell whispered.
:Very trusting of you, Uncle,: Came the voice.
I don't think he's a bad person. He's mean, sure, but inside…
:Always seeing the best in people, Uncle,: the voice stated, chuckling. :Make a wish. Make a fate.:
Zell's eyes opened as he looked at the blonde cradling him, untying his hands. As soon as his hands were free he pulled the gunbladist into a hug, and the gunbladist responded tightly. Seifer…Zell thought, thinking hard on his wish. I wish I could love you freely.
:Freely?: the voice asked. :You would still love him, even if this were not over your head?: Zell nodded, squeaking as he realized there was a voice in his head.
A wind picked up in the room and Seifer's hug turned to a protective grip. Zell gave a meep sound and Seifer allowed Zell to move his head. Candles flickered, and a very, very, miniaturized version of Griever stood there, bowing before them.
"Take good care of each other. There are more blessings in this than Ultimacia ever predicted." With that, Griever disappeared- and Zell blinked, realizing Quez was back in his head.
"Hey, wai-" Seifer cut Zell off with a kiss, one that eventually led to Zell falling back onto the bed.
There was a knock on the door, and Zell growled. Seifer chuckled and handed Zell a cloth to cover himself in, picking up his own pants, putting them on, and answering it. J-ran stood, a not so amused expression on his face. "It worked," he stated coldly, and Seifer smiled.
"Yeah," he responded. "It worked."
J-ran muttered several curse words and hit something. "You're covered in cum," he stated finally. "I'll expect you to wash that off by tomorrow. For now, you may have the day off." He slapped Seifer suddenly. "You're a fool," he stated. "Only fools ask for the ritual this early in their careers. You could have had anyone."
"I didn't want anyone," Seifer responded, and Zell blushed again. J-ran made as if to hit him again, but did not, growling.
"Your GF?" he asked.
"Griever," Seifer stated, watching as J-ran's eyes lit up. "If you don't mind, my lovely and I have the day off." Zell stuck his tongue out at the boss who only chuckled inwardly.
"Safe for now, my pretty," J-ran muttered, and left. Robes were handed to them, and Seifer placed Zell in one.
"You look good," Seifer remarked, causing Zell to kiss him again. The two exited the room, not looking back.
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Peh. Not really too much to say other than this entire scene has morphed from it's original idea.
Ps. Does anyone know the titles and numbers to the Crushers Manga? I've been obsessed for some time now, but I can't seem to find them anywhere, and the official site is closed (or has moved or something). If you do, please e-mail me.
Back to the story… I'd say we are about midway though, kids. More dark stuff, and more abused and saddened Zell. Hehehe.
