Disclaimer- as previously stated

Yeah, not sure about this chapter, I'll see how it goes.

Oh, and i'm planning on writing the next chapter when the number of reveiws is equal to the chapter number, that way it gives me a chance to juice my brain for ideas, that sounded gross...

CYCLONES IN THE DUST
Seifer's Way

Zell could feel his body moving, straining, he dodged Seifer again, the blade hissing past his chest. He spun cart wheeling aside. His muscles burned, and he could feel sweat running down his spine. It hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt.

He knew this kind of hurt intimately, this hurt taught you to be faster, taught you how to move, this pain made you stronger. Physical pain was something Zell knew and respected, the emotional pain he'd been suffering was something he feared.

It'd been receding slowly, at present it was gone, he had no time to brood or think, one second spent wrongly could result in a vicious injury. Zell had felt Hyperion's bite before, and although pain was good for training, bleeding all over your clothes wasn't good for your wardrobe. Zell bent back, as Hyperion sung past his face breathing cold air sharply onto his skin. He stumbled back onto the wooden planks of the bridges across the water.

"Pay attention Zell, if I cut you it's not my fault you dumb cluck" Seifer grinned watching Zell closely, not advancing or retreating.

"Hey! No bird jokes!" Zell snapped back bearing his teeth in an unconscious snarl. "You promised not to!"

"Ah, that's where you're wrong, I promise to call you Zell, I never said I wouldn't insult you" his viridian eyes gloating and arrogant.

"Bastard" said Zell simply. Seifer blinked.

"Not that you can talk really" he barked back. Zell stared at the blonde, feeling his emotions swirling up like storm clouds. Bastard meant to be born out of wedlock or to not know one's farther, turning that specific insult back on Zell made him think of Pa, who'd died long before Ma… who died recently… 'no'

Emotions started storming up in Zell, that emotional pain thundering to the centre of his being. His escape cut short by the blonde standing ahead of him. Zell hated Seifer then, more than he knew he was capable of. He flew at him disregarding the blade, disregarding Seifer's wide, green eyes. Nothing mattered anymore. Physical pain was drowned out by the mental.

Somehow he was leaning over Seifer, shouting things he wasn't consciously deciding on saying at the gunblader, clenched fists straining to hit his face, while Seifer's hands were clamped around his wrists preventing such an attack, the tall blonde's green eyes were wide and staring up at him, looking afraid. Zell didn't wonder on it, it didn't matter.

"…You'll never understand Seifer, you're incapable of feeling anything for anyone! You call Squall a cold bastard, yet you're the one whose made my life shit without a second thought! You're a hurtful, murdering bastard! I hate you! I hate you!". The words burned his throat, and something was running across his face. Feeling detached from his screaming raging exterior there was only one thought running through his mind, 'I hope I'm not crying and that's blood on my face'.

Seifer stared into Zell's eyes. Whirlpools of confusion and pain, raining down his cheeks, his expression suffused with fury, hate and pain. 'What the fuck did I say!' Seifer didn't know what he'd done. 'I've hurt him, I never meant to hurt him like this… what the fuck did I say?' Seifer growled, eyes hardening. Zell was still screaming at him.

'I need him to stop saying those things, I need to get him to stop…' his mind raced with something to do to throw Zell out of this rage before he hurt himself or Seifer. He cringed all over feeling something wet hit his face, some droplet of water from pools of sapphire hitting his skin. That hurt him.

This had to stop, now.

Seifer moved wrenching forward, rolling Zell beneath him. Immediately he felt Zell's strength come into play against him, and even if the smaller blonde was shorter and usually nicer, he was very strong. Seifer pushed his arms down until they met the dirt. Bright blue eyes flashed with anger, Zell's skin had paled with rage, Seifer felt Zell's legs and hips move, then felt a blinding pain as a knee connected with certain manly parts. He hissed between his teeth, feeling his muscles contract against his will. Not a good pain.

He refused to allow himself to release the small blond, and forced his legs between Zell's so he couldn't be kneed again.

"Get off" growled Zell, his voice disturbing. It didn't sound like Zell, his voice was cold and savage, and his eyes seemed insanely bright dominating his face. His blonde hair was tussled and dusted with dirt, and his skin was shockingly pale. Seifer didn't move, the pain in his groin still stealing his breath.

"Get of, you fucking, sadistic prick! I hope you die slowly!" he spat straining up at Seifer, light of insanity shining straight up at the gunblader. 'This will not go on'

"Zell, stop" he said, his voice sounded terrified, and he hated it.

"You hear me Seifer? You're going to die, and no one's going to care!". Zell spat at him his gaze malicious and cold. Seifer felt a snarl contort his face. He moved on impulse silencing Zell with his own lips.

Zell made a panicked muffled sound, jerking against Seifer. The taller blonde growled releasing one of Zell's wrist to clutch his hair and arch the smaller boys neck to allow better access to his mouth. Seifer felt the strain drain out of Zell, leaving him limp and pliant in his grasp.

His mind whirled with the dark possibilities. Pinning Zell down and doing whatever he wanted, grasping his pale flesh, bruising. Nipping and marking his skin, claiming him completely as his own.

'Don't do it, even though you want to…You wont get to keep him that way' his devious side supplied, sewing his self control back together. He softened the kiss, and his grasp on his hair, realising he may have hurt the smaller blond. He pulled back, and blue eyes stared back at him, frozen completely with shock.

'Think of something comforting to say!' his mind urged. 'Yes, because I'm just so experienced!' he snapped back.

"What the fuck was that!" demanded the blonde. Anger sparking back in his eyes, the recent emotions subdued and passed.

"Erm, I believe it's commonly referred to as a kiss" Seifer smirked down at his captive, enjoying the feeling of having Zell beneath him. Now without Zell's storming emotions to distract him, Seifer found himself fully able to appreciate the position he was in. He grinned gloatingly, although there really wasn't anyone to gloat to, except Zell, but he didn't count.

His left hand still crushed Zell's to the ground, while his right hand still gripped the soft hair at the back of his neck firmly. Zell's left hand gripped loosely on Seifer's right sleeve. Zell shifted, wriggling slightly, a blush creeping up his neck to Seifer's delight.

"You're knees are between my legs" the small blonde mumbled breaking eye contact going bright red.

"Yup! I know!" said Seifer happily. Zell looked at him panicked Seifer moved one of his knees up against Zell's groin for emphasis. Zell's eyes widened, bright, baby blues scandalised. Seifer grinned wolfishly.

"S-Seifer you think you could… get off?" he asked, nervously. Seifer was enjoying these reactions thoroughly, and the blush still growing on Zell's face was making his jeans uncomfortable, 'but hell, it's worth it'.

"Hmm, nah, I'm quite happy thanks" he smirked down at Zell.

"I'm serious Seifer get off" the blonde's eyes snapped at Seifer's green with anger, which only pleased Seifer further. 'Screw the whole friends and Steps crap, I'm doing thins my way'.

"You know what I think, Zell?" said Seifer leaning closer. "I think maybe you like this". He ground his pelvic against the smaller blonde who went rigid. He was flaming red by now. Eyes so wide Seifer could almost see his reflection. Zell opened his mouth and closed it again looking like a fish. Seifer let out a bark of laughter, stretching above Zell before getting up of him. Zell scrambled up so fast he nearly fell over again. Seifer chuckled.

"I…um… I'm going!" Zell took of in the opposite direction. Seifer watching him go, his expression displeased. 'My cock needs Zell' he thought with a dejected sigh.