Pairings: Irvine/Squall, Reno/Vincent, Seifer/Zell? Kiros/Laguna, Cloud/Zell/Sephiroth? Reno/Irvine? Cid/Vincent, etc

Warnings: yaoi, AU, slight moments of nose bleed, possibly major angst in later chapters, emotional stress, attitude, crossovers, possibly major flirtation action, stuff even I don't know about

Author's comments: Yep, classes again. On a good note I'm almost out of college. :mutters: Which means I need to start looking for a job soon or something.

Comments: (changes made): "old McDonald" lyrics or well, singing (quotations and italics)

My god, I wanna fuck him. what the character is thinking (italics only)

FF Banding Together 8

Crap! It's the last day and I'm late!

Zell rushed his way out of the room, almost running into a couple of maids as he turned the corner. He'd been struggling to get into his jacket and just got his arm inside before he turned giving an apologetic wave, a piece of toast hanging out of his mouth. Shit, Quistis was going to kill him!

Damn it! How did I forget to set my clock! I hope she's not docking my pay for this one!

He slowed to a stop in front of the elevator and pushed the button as he bounced from foot to foot, chewing on the piece of toast that was left impatiently.

Come one Come on Come one Come on!
The door opened to the elevator and he was about to rush in before he froze where he was finding himself staring face to face with Seifer. The piece of toast dropped from his open mouth to the floor as he was stuck in a shocked state before he noticed Seifer starting towards him.

In a panic, he made a dash for the stairs, pushing the door open and starting to run up them. At the sound of feet behind him, he knew Seifer was right on his tail. Crap! As if being late wasn't enough, now he was being chased down by this asshole who had a grudge against him!

"Stop running, you faggot!" Seifer yelled from behind him, slowly starting to catch up.

"Like hell I will!" Zell yelled glaring over his shoulder at him. That was the mistake he should have avoided. Not watching where he was going, he stepped on the step wrong and found himself falling backwards…right into the open arms of Seifer. The other's arms made their way around his waist, securing him to the lean, hard body behind him. At first the two of them stayed frozen like that, Zell surprised he'd been captured so easily, Seifer surprised to capture him that quickly. Then Zell started to kick and flair around.

"Let me go!" Zell yelled out elbowing Seifer in the stomach.

Seifer winced at the blow but held on, pressing his back against the wall beside him to help brace himself up. "Shut up and sit still before you make us both fall, homo!"

"Why the hell were you following me anyway!" Zell said finally stopping his actions, if only to keep from falling down a flight of stairs that could permanently end his music career.

"Did you tell anyone?" Seifer said keeping his hold on Zell just incase he tried to make a break for it. Zell frowned at the question trying to look back at Seifer but not really being given enough space to move. When he didn't reply, Seifer growled and tightened his hold on him. "Faggot, answer the question! Did you tell anyone!"

"No! Why the hell would I want to tell anyone!" Zell yelled wincing at the squeeze. Seifer was a lot stronger than he'd originally thought. "You've got to be the last person in this universe I'd want to be with so why would I want other people to know what you did to me!"
Seifer snarled at that and pushed Zell roughly against the wall on the opposite side, pinning his body there with his own to keep him from moving. "Is that so?" He said locking Zell's legs with his own and using a hand to pin Zell's hands above his head. "If that's the case then I can do what I want to you."

"What are you-" Zell's words fell silent on his lips as he clenched eyes shut moaning out. Seifer's free hand was inside of Zell's' pants stroking him. It made Zell temporarily forgot where he was and he who was with.

"Just shut up and stay still." Seifer said softly as he continuing to move the hand, head bent biting at the side of Zell's neck.

As Zell melted at the attention being given to him he noticed Seifer starting to grind his hips against his ass. Whatever was going on right now, it was definitely exciting Seifer to know end. The feeling was apparently on mutual terms.

"Seifer…"Zell moaned out softly, opening his eyes softly. "I…have to go…meet…" The words died on him as he moaned out louder, feeling Seifer's hand speeding up suddenly.

"Fucking…sexy…homo," Seifer whispered huskily against Zell's neck. Zell could feel Seifer's breath blowing deeply against his skin, giving him a burning, lust-filled sensation. Maybe the just both needed this that badly. Hell, he didn't even remember why he had to meet up with his group in the first place.

I'm going for it!

Once he felt Seifer's grip on him loosening, Zell turned around and lowered his hands pushing Seifer back against the opposite wall roughly. Seifer could stare at him in confusion, his eyes and mind too boggled by sex to get what was happening. Zell found himself panting heavily at the look he was being given, at the desire and feelings coursing through his body. He didn't thinking about his actions, just acted on them as he pressed his body up against Seifer's, pressing his lips to the other's in need.

Seifer gasped against his lips returning the kiss, arms curling around Zell's' body, pulling him closer as he grind against him. Zell didn't' need much more encouragement to grind in return, sliding his tongue inside of Seifer's mouth, feeling the other's hands moving to his ass and cupping it securely to pull Zell's body up tighter against him. Zell moaned out at that, really getting into it before his ears picked up the sound of people heading up the steps in their direction.

Seifer apparently noticed it as well, as he broke the kiss, turning his lust-filled eyes towards the general direction that he heard the noise coming from. He suddenly turned his eyes on Zell. "My room. Tonight. Or else." Seifer said between breaths.

"Room number?" Zell said just as urgently.

"1324."

"Time?"

"Twelve."

"I'll be there."

"You better."

Seifer gave him a quick kiss before he broke away running down the stairs. Zell stood there a little shocked before he turned heading in the other direction, eyebrow twitching in thought. Ok that was weird. If Seifer was only after the sex, then what was with the little kiss on the lips? Whatever it was, Zell didn't want to think too much on it. Hell, he was still trying to figure out why the hell he even allowed it, went through with it.

I don't even like the bastard!

For being a homophobic, Seifer sure was after his ass a lot. Zell grinned though as he thought about to what Seifer had called him. "Fucking sexy homo, huh?" He nodded slightly to that. "I think he likes me." He smirked then exited out of the door at the top floor.

Suddenly he came busting through the door again, running down the stairs quickly. "Crap, we're supposed to be meeting on the third floor again!"

"Zell, you're late! Pay dock!"

"Aww, man!" Zell said ducking his head as he walked the rest of the way into the room. It was a nice sized ballroom, though with very little decoration aside from the white curtains and cracked paint. Apparently it was the best room when it came to sound though. Zell kept heading for his drums, looking the perfect picture of a pouting boy as Quistis continued to glare at him. Frankly, Squall felt bad for him even if Irvine was off having a laughing fit.

"I'm telling you, Zell, you need to start getting here early like me," Irvine said between his fits of laughter.

"If I recall, you came about ten minutes late yourself," Squall said scowling at him.

"That's only cause I had myself a hot date last night," Irvine slurred, stretching his body in such a way that Squall had to look away from the sexiness of it. "When you're pleasing a woman like that, you need a little beautiful sleep." He laughed at that then winked over at Zell. "You weren't off fucking someone too, were you?"

"W-what! No way! I'm not like you, Irvine!" Zell sat down at his drum, already starting to hit them with the sticks through it was a little off because of the shaking of his hands.

Squall blinked as he saw Zell's cheeks flush a pretty pink.

So he was….

Irvine just laughed more causing Squall to send a glare his way. Pervert couldn't even be serious for two seconds. Squall looked over at Zell again then frowned. Who was it that Zell could have been with? Zell was right when he said he wasn't like Irvine. No, Zell was far picker, which was why he'd been by himself for a while now. For Zell to choose someone now must have meant someone impressed him pretty damn good.
"If you guys are done now, we have a schedule to keep," Quistis said clearing her throat. Squall nodded then looked over at Irvine. He seemed pretty cheerful now, compared to not that long ago where he looked ready to strangle something. Could something have happened last night? He wondered about his words of having slept with someone last night. Normally if that were the case, either Squall or Zell would have been sent to wake him up. As it stands, that didn't happen this time. What was going on with his two band mates?

Irvine glanced over at Squall then smirked and winked at him causing the other to redden and turn away with a huff. He wandered why it was Irvine was effecting him so much lately. Irvine would look at him, and his heart would start racing. Was Irvine teasing him?

Why the hell should I care?

Squall plucked at the strings of his guitar, starting to tune it up. The last day. The last practice. They needed to put their heart into this one so they could win the competition. Not that Squall cared about things like that. Hell, it wasn't like he wanted to have more girls chasing after him…though he was sure Irvine loved the idea. Squall was about to pick another string and glanced up to find Irvine staring at him. The intensity of his stare shocked Squall, who blushed and plucked the string giving off a bad note. Everyone was looking at him, now even Rinoa who was leaning against the wall to watch the rehearsal. Rehearsal time was probably the only moment she didn't talk, which was why Quistis dealt with her so.

Why was he looking at me like that!

Squall shook his head at the thought, refusing to look at any of them as he continued tuning up. He wasn't one to play bad notes. It was just rare, that was all. But usually when he did it, it meant he was preoccupied with his thought, which meant he'd be hounded by the others asking him about his problems. He hated dealing with people as it was, had only dealt with Rinoa up until recently. He could feel Irvine's eyes on him still, knew the other had to know that he was the cause for the bad note this time.

God, why can't I stop thinking about him for one second!

Taking a deep breath, Squall set the guitar to the side and started off for the door.

"Squall, where are you going?" Zell asked as Squall walked by his drum set.

"Out."

"We're still in the middle of a rehearsal," Quistis said though by the sound of her voice, she was curious too. Squall didn't blame her really…her best guitarist was walking out in the middle of practice, something he never did.

"I'll be back," Squall replied, slipping out before someone else in his little group could ask a question. He sighed rubbing a hand at his head as he started down the hallway, hearing the door opening behind him and closing again. He was sure it was just Rinoa considering how she followed him around so. "I said I'll be back. Don't follow me."

"Well excuse me for wanting to check on one of my band members," the very non-feminine voice said causing Squall to stop where he was keeping his back turned to Irvine as he stared straight ahead of him. Why was this happening? If Irvine was straight like he proclaimed himself to be then why did Squall feel like he was being teased? Why did Squall even care? Was there really a chance he liked Irvine in that way?

"I don't need to be checked on. I'm a full grown man." He didn't dare to turn around to look at Irvine, certain that something in him would make him snap, would make him want to cling onto the other's long sexy body.

"A full grown man pouting like a baby," Irvine said with a little laugh. Squall growled turning around to glare at him, but the glare died off at the look in Irvine's eyes. It was almost like he was really worried, even with that small smile on his lips and the way he was standing like he was some sex god or something.

"Why?" Squall asked. It was all he could bring himself to say, forcing himself to close his mouth to keep from drooling at the man. Yeah Squall always did agree that the man was sexy…just that his attitude wasn't.

"Why what?" Irvine asked him, looking confused by the question and a little offended though knowing him, he didn't know why. Squall opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again, confused himself by what it was he was trying to ask. Shaking his head he turned around starting to walk off again. "Are you going to be ok?" Irvine's voice reached out to him and Squall had to force himself to keep walking.

"I'm just going for a walk," Squall said speeding up a bit even though he wasn't trying to.

"Alright. Just be careful. I don't trust these other guys. They might try to kill one of us off or something."

"Yeah." Squall thought about that then, remembered that man he'd seen that walked by him. The man seemed dangerous but on a set mission. He didn't want to know what could be going on with that or who he was. He had a feeling it would cause them some problems later. "I'll be back soon."

Reno found himself slammed hard into the wall behind him. He growled holding his side as he tried to stand back up. He could feel pain as well as blood at his side but he tried to ignore that, instead keeping his eyes focused on the man in front of him. The bastard had sneaked into his room without a problem at all.

Prick…

"I'm going to ask you again…"Tseng said walking forward and lifting a leg to slam a knee against Reno's stomach, knocking the breath out of him. "How much do you know?" Reno coughed, blood flying from his mouth to land on the ground in front of him as he held his stomach falling to his knees. Bastard was pretty strong for being some pretty boy who probably didn't wipe his own butt when he took a shit.

"The hell…makes you think I'd tell you…jack shit?" Reno grounded out, looking up at Tseng before he spit blood out onto his shoes.

"You're making this harder than it has to be," Tseng said quietly, reaching down and grabbing Reno by the hair to pull him up roughly. "All I require is your cooperation. You tell me everything you know about what happened and…" he let go of Reno's hair, letting the other's head fall back down again as he lifted the foot with the blood on it, rubbing it against Reno's face, "maybe I'll let you go."

"Screw you," Reno said panting softly as he turned his face away roughly. "You wouldn't get away with killing me. I'm a famous rock star. If you killed me, everyone would know. You wouldn't make it out of here alive!"

"You are right. Everyone…would know." Tseng turned walking away, moving past the unconscious form of Rude who'd been pretty beaten up, as he tried to protect both Vincent and Reno. But going against someone like Tseng, and his sidekick Elena who was currently watching a tied up Vincent, they didn't stand a chance. "If I were the one to do the killing. But everyone knows that you weren't the nicest person to your band mate." He stopped, kneeling down in front of Vincent, wiping off some blood that was at the corner of his mouth. "So it wouldn't be hard to come up with another story, say, your band mate getting tired of you and therefore killing you…. After all…you know his secret."

Vincent's eyes opened sluggishly as he looked over at an enraged Reno, confused by what was going on around him. He felt his head being turned and found himself looking up at Tseng. "Wha..?"

"Does anyone else know about him?" Tseng asked of Reno though is eyes were still looking at Vincent, apparently checking him over for injuries.

Reno growled then sighed slowly admitting defeat. "No. I'm the only one. It's too dangerous for anyone else to know." He was a good liar. Hell, he'd gotten his way through life mostly on lying, so why not use it now for his survival? Cid was the other person to know, but if he could keep his manager out of this, then all the better, even if Cid didn't know that much. "So what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing." Tseng said finally looking over at Reno. "I'm just going to take back what's mine. He was the best we've ever made, I won't be losing him to something as futile as this…musical fiasco."

"It's not a fiasco," Reno said finally pushing himself to his feet. "And I won't let you take him." He narrowed his eyes, stumbling back lightly as he held his side. "He's going to be our key to winning this competition. After that, I don't care what you do with him."

"You think he's your lucky charm to winning, do you?" Tseng laughed at that, actually sounded like he wasn't such a bad guy. "Do you really think I'd let you keep him? He's not a toy for you. He's a machine for killing."

Elena glanced over at him, then looked back at Reno. "You want me to eliminate him?"

"No." Tseng wiped at his eyes. "I think this could be interesting. We'll see if he brings you to victory." He started for the door, snapping his fingers to cause Elena to run over and open it for him. Pausing, he turned around to look at Reno again, his eyes hardening. "But if you lose, you die." He left out of the room, Elena following and closing the door behind him leaving a shocked Reno there along with a slightly disoriented Vincent.

"Hey Seifer, you didn't meet us down at the thing, ya know?" Raijin and Fujin had found Seifer walking down the hallway towards the small classy restaurant in the hotel and had been quick to follow their bandleader. They were supposed to practice today but for some reason Seifer hadn't shown up, though Fujin had her suspicions. Not that she'd ever voice it though.

"Why should I?" Seifer said as he kept walking, practically ignoring his group. "We're playing against a bunch of faggots. There's no way we'll lose to them."

"Yeah that's just gross, ya know? All that kissin and huggin and touching and stuff, ya know. It's not manly at all, ya know?" Fujin elbowed him roughly in the side before she looked up at Seifer. The other seemed so lost in thought. What could he be thinking about? Then as though noticing how he was acting, Seifer shook his head quickly and moved faster down the hallway. Personally, Fujin had no complaints about two males liking each other. In fact, she secretly went online sometimes to read stories and fanfictions about just that on her laptop back at the room. Not that she'd let any of then know about it. Hell, she'd actually written a few fanfictions herself, mainly about some of the band members she was about to compete against tomorrow. For Seifer to be acting the way he was, it made Fujin wonder of maybe he'd just come to terms with something he didn't believe.

"Let's get something to eat," Seifer said stopping inside of the mini restaurant and sitting at a table. "I'm hungry." Fujin nodded her head taking a seat beside him.

"Yeah, good idea, ya know?" Raijin laughed as he sat down across from Fujin at the round table, about to put his feet up on it before he received a dark look from Fujin and thought better of it. "I ain't seen that shrimpy little pussy boy in a while, ya know? Like he's hidin from us or somethin, ya know?" Fujin noticed Seifer stiffen beside her for a second and finally understood what was going on with him. He looked guilty, nervous, and delighted all at the same time, definitely like something she'd read in one of her stories.

"I don't know where he's at," Seifer said before sending Raijin a glare. "So don't mention him again."

"Whoa!" Raijin said but kept talking, not really getting the signal to keep quiet about the subject. "Ya getting all huffy and defensive suddenly, ya know? Like yas actually likes the guy or something, ya know?"

"I don't like him!" Seifer said out suddenly, slamming a fist against the table causing heads to turn towards them. Fujin rested a hand on Seifer's arm for a moment then glared at the people until they finally returned to own business. As Fujin pulled her hand back, Seifer stood up pushing away from the table. "I'm out of here. Going for a walk. Don't follow." He turned leaving before any of them could say a word. If he was acting like this…then what was the possibility of them really winning the competition? In any cause, at least Fujin now had something new to write a story about. Maybe she should…keep an eye on the two of them from now on.

TBC…

:Just learned she can send reply's out via the reviews section: Awesome! Bout time:blinks: I love this chapter…even if I did spend a lot of it on Seifer and Zell. I adore them. I'm wondering if anyone's seen the new Seifer design for the KH 2 game. :snickers: He's cute but he just looks so young. I wonder how he'll act…and if he'll be calling Leon "puberty boy." Course with how young he looks, that'd just be weird anyways. :shakes head wonder if Zell might make an appearance: Anyways…