Warnings: Yaoi, or at least, attempted Yaoi in this chapter. Yay horny potions! (that's my nickname for them.)
Disclaimer: Don't own any characters, even the flunkies. They randomly appear in the game as guards or assistants or even monsters and if you talk to them 2,306 times (or devour them 4,028 times), they'll tell you about how Odine wants to get in Zell's pants.
Chapter one: Little faith
Seifer glared out his window as a scream decided to flow through it like lightning. Angrily, he stomped over to the window. For such a high-tech city, the crime rate was all over. Whoever was screaming had interrupted his recording of monsters killed today and his thoughts had slipped. As he opened the window to let them know what he thought of them, he noted the woman was in his alley, which made sense when it came the loudness. The woman was wearing some kind of evening dress and in hysterics.
"Somebody help me!" The woman cried again, but this time it seemed lower than a woman's; or at least wasn't husky the way a normal woman's would be at that particular pitch. A van pulled up with Odine's logo on the side and Seifer inhaled. A sorceress. If Odine was chasing a sorceress, experimentation was going on, and he knew what horrors this one would go through.
He slipped out his window, gunblade in hand. The sorceress cried out as the two men from the van emerged and hit her with a spell. She fell to the ground, trying to get up, but could not succeed.
"Come now, Hyne's descendant. Dr. Odine is most furious with you." Seifer slipped silently down a flight of emergency stairs, watching. The woman was blonde. Heh, just like him.
"I'm not going back to that monster!" She yelled, and suddenly she sounded familiar. But in the end, Seifer couldn't place it so he decided to save the lady after all.
The other goon spoke. "Please cooperate, Hyne's descendent," he stated, leveling a gun.
Well, this was a sorceress in need if he ever saw one. Seifer was still a sucker for an old dream- besides, at least she wasn't in a position to "influence his mind greatly". Even better, it was a chance to show he was competent.
He jumped the rest of the distance down, gunblade knocking out the gun quickly. The sorceress jumped back from surprise. The men backed up.
"This is not your business," one stated. "Please leave."
"This is official business," the other added.
"Black-market!" The sorceress yelled. "Please help me," she added to Seifer. She tried to sit up and Seifer turned.
He didn't expect it to be Zell, of anybody. Zell was in a dress, hair down and weak, Odine Bangles and Suppress Armlets were around his arms for the entire length of them. A black dress encased his weakened form with a choker. Zell's tattoo seemed almost half-there, and Seifer realized it was cover-up. Zell was in a mess, that was for sure, and his usual cold self emerged.
Zell stopped suddenly, realizing it really was Seifer. Seifer spoke before he did, though. "Nice getup, Chicken-wuss, but I'm not stupid. You aren't a sorceress." Angrily, he placed the point of the blade under Zell's chin. "Though you look pretty in a dress. Fancy throwing a tea-party?" Did Zell think he could fool Seifer? Huh? Lure the ex-Knight into the open, and then attack him?
The guards behind him seemed wary, but stayed back. As long as this man neither helped nor hurt their sorceress, they would yield.
Zell's eyes suddenly spilled tears and Seifer was taken aback. Zell got angry, Zell lost his temper. This was not Zell. Not the Zell he grew up with.
Zell's eyes shut, ashamed to let Seifer see him cry. "Just go, Seifer. They win." With this, the guards moved and Seifer lower his gunblade. They gruffly hauled Zell to his feet, poking him with a syringe and hauling the exhausted body into the back of the van like a doll. The lights turned on and the van sped away.
Seifer watched them go, sickeningly feeling that he had been wrong.
If it had been a set-up, like he assumed, Zell would have blurted it out or gotten angry with him for figuring it out. But Zell had just…cried.
Seifer shook his head. It didn't matter. Zell wasn't a part of his life now, he wasn't going to be. Zell wasn't a sorceress, he reminded himself, they could only be men.
"Adel," he realized and ran to the edge of the street. The van was gone.
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"Naughty, naughty, naughty boy!" Odine yelled, slapping Zell across the face. "Thiz iz the third time in weekz!"
Zell would have responded, but Odine had added several more bangles and blinking was difficult now, let alone speaking. It didn't matter now, anyway. When Odine threw fits like this Zell really didn't get anything said.
They were in the cargo room, the only place Odine could hide the massive body of Adel and not get caught by Estarian police. In fact, Zell was often forced down here more than once.
"How am I zuppouze to revive her, if you are not here?" Odine pointed to the dead body of Adel, who lay silently, but sealed yet again. Zell could feel magical energy radiating from it. Odine sighed loudly. "I will tie you up, then." He chuckled. "Iz good to zee you like to run, pretty boy." Odine brushed Zell's hair from his face. "We like zat, zhe and I. Zpunk." (1)
Odine kissed Zell lightly on the forehead before leaving.
Zell shivered as everyone left, save one guard who undid his choker and ran like a crazy person. It was time to "talk" to Adel. Odine was convinced Zell would provide company for the lonely corpse in case she was brought back to life. The choker, the strongest bangle on him, fell to the floor as soon as the door clamped shut. Zell could talk again.
Odine couldn't here what was being said, but he could see if Zell was talking, so Zell started before the walls revealed "nazty playthingz," as Odine liked to call them.
"I hate you," Zell began, sitting down. "First your war takes away my parents and then you give me your Powers." Zell shook his head. "I don't want them." He glared at the corpse as if it could feel hurt. "You knew this would happen, that Odine would build another body and your mind would be restored, so you handed off your powers. I don't want to be 'with' you, either." There were chills as he remembered Odine talking about it one. "Odine is scary enough." His mind started crying inside and he tried to think of something else, not the odd acts of perversion he was forced into every night, not the fact that Odine wouldn't take it "too far" in case Adel would want him for himself. He couldn't-
What would Seifer say about that? What a weak little Chicken-wuss.
"He used to tease me," he started. "Used to call me a crybaby, said I'd be no better than a girl. He said I'd like guys and be weird. Then he called me a wuss and then inkface and then a chicken." Zell swallowed. "But he is sexy, you know? If I didn't loathe him I'd look twice." Zell gave a humorless laugh. "That's another reason why I don't like you. Sorry, but women are nice and all, but they aren't my type." Sighing, Zell placed his hands in his head. Only his Ma knew that. Where was she?
"An' Squall thinks I'm just doing my mission, but he isn't sure what I'm doing and I don't need him, I don't need Seifer, I don't need anybody!" He slammed his fist into a crate.
He swallowed, looking at his hand. "I sound like you," he murmured.
The doors opened and Odine entered, picking up the collar. "Goodnight kizz, pretty. Zen to your room." Zell felt the collar being placed back on his neck and some bangles from his arms taken off. He moved over to the medical unit hooked up to the corpse and tried not to look. Had Adel been a man, he would have been quite handsome.
Lips met briefly and Zell closed his eyes. This could be Seifer, like this. Quiet. Sleeping, maybe.
Beeping started immediately and he pulled back, his eyes meeting red ones. He gasped and a hand met his, taking his in its grip.
"Zhe'z alive!" Odine shouted, dancing happily. "My zorcerezz, zhe'z alive!"
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Adel hadn't made any other movement for that night, so Zell had been allowed to sleep. His room was basically a nice bed and a little make-up counter, plus dresses. He'd kill for his gloves about now, and he just pulled back the covers and drifted into sleep.
He was awakened by a bright light. While he was upset by this rude awakening, as most people are, he said nothing. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence.
The dream had been however. With Seifer's hands and lips and eyes and arms and ahem, he remembered.
Odine stood in front of him, a bottle of something in one hand. Zell scooted back, but Odine caught his arm. "Ah-ah. Ziz will work. Zhe made Ziz one by herzelf."
Zell struggled, wishing he could take those stupid bangles off and punch Odine for what he was worth. "No!" he yelled, and Odine pressed the bottle to his lips, hitting Zell's chest to force him to drink part of the bottle. Zell's eyes closed and he drank some. Odine removed the bottle and Zell spit as much as he could in Odine's face.
Odine chuckled, wiping his face with Zell's blanket. "Zpunk." He stated again. He pulled Zell into his lap, comical because Odine seemed to be the only person shorter than Zell. "Do you remember ze Lunatic Pandora?" he asked.
Zell shook his head, trying to fight off the effects of the potion. His skin was starting to feel tingly, a sign the potion was in effect. Again.
"You were zo angry, but I waz zo happy. I had a pretty boy to tell my ztoriez to…"
Zell's breathing got heavier as Odine reached for the end of the dress. His face was flushed now, he knew, and Odine chucked. "Yez."
There was a sudden thunk and Zell looked up to see Seifer standing over him, a look of horror on his face. It was a kind of cute expression, Zell thought playfully.
Seifer was not aware of Zell's drugged state or he wouldn't have taken Zell's hand. "Let's get out of here, huh?" he asked. Zell's heart jumped at the human contact and nodded vigorously, thinking dirty thoughts as they slipped out the door and made it to the disk ways outside the lab.
Seifer clambered onto the disk, motioning for Zell to sit next to him. He did and the disk lifted up, zooming into places that Seifer really couldn't see anymore, though the city was all lit up at night.
Zell was really close, Seifer noted, trying to move over so Zell could get the space he needed. That seemed to encourage Zell, and Zell moved over next to him. They managed to circle the disk a total of five times before the two arrived at their stop. Seifer took Zell again by hand to his apartment and by this time, Zell just wanted to come for whoever was there. Playtime was finished, his body told him. Fuck. Now.
"What did he do, Zell?" Seifer asked, turning just in time to watch Zell pin him down and start kissing him. Those kisses felt good, his mind informed him. Then Zell moved to his mouth and Zell tasted really good, though Zell felt desperate. Eventually, Zell decided he needed air and whispered, once he had it, "Make me come, Seifer. Please."
Seifer's mind went blank, though a flushed sort of blank. Soon it clicked- Zell had been drugged and he scooted up. "No, Zell."
Zell whined a high-pitched whine, trying to rub through his dress on Seifer's hips. "Please?"
Say yes! his mind told him, but his mouth was on his logical side. "No, Zell. It's the potion. You don't even know if it'll wear off after you come." He stood up, much to Zell's dismay.
"It does," Zell stated, trying to grab Seifer as the taller blonde danced out of the way.
Seifer's eyes grew sadder for a moment. He sat on the sofa, sighing. "Come here, Zell."
Zell was there in an instant, pressed way to close and far too hard. "Yes?" he asked. Seifer too his arm and looked at the bangles. Without a word he forced bangles apart, leaving a bangle pile as he pulled them off. Then he took the others off the left, trying not to look at Zell's flushed face.
Zell felt his power flare forth and he surged backward, blacking out.
Seifer picked him up and took him to the bed. Zell's sorceress power would take care of the potion, he knew. So, Zell really was a sorceress. He gave a smile as he lay Zell down in bed. Silently, he retraced Zell's lips on his own. Giving in, he kissed Zell again.
Now he could finish his stupid report in peace.
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More kissing next chappie. Whoo! Please let me know if I should continue. Please don't flame me, because that doesn't help, and it just makes you look like an idiot. Really, come on, all the authors do is laugh at them, (those of us that have no emotion, anyway.)
Oh, yes… (1) .. Spunk. I just replaced most "TH" with "Z" and all the "S"s with "Z". If you're having problems, just replace the z's with s's. Isn't Odine evil?