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CYCLONES IN THE DUST
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He was pinned, bareback pressed against cool silk. Heat washed over his body from the one above him the figure holding him down and dominating him.
Lips were on his, taking from him what they wanted mercilessly. They parted his lips roughly, and a tongue forced entry between his lips chasing his own tongue relentlessly around his mouth until he met the other in combat.
His captive broke the kiss sighing and leaning back; a viridian green gaze froze all words on his tongue, eyes intense and possessing. Seifer's mouth was parted with pants and a fine sheen of sweat spiked his hair and glistened on his skin.
Everything was burning; his muscles, his skin, his mind, all of them consumed with passion and lust. He felt the muscles in his abdomen tightened and his breath
became shallow and more rapid.
His capture shifted, shadows passing along his skin highlighting the dips and tones of his muscles His arms moved form his chest, stretching out seizing his wrists forcefully.
He was, trapped and unable to move in a grasp of steel. The body caging him, moved leaning closer; pressing skin against skin, and his world became one of the purely physical as a result.
A tongue trails down his jaw to his neck sending tendrils of pleasure shuddering up his spine. He throws his head back gasping…
Zell sat bolt up right, panting. Blue eyes wide and shocked, mouth parted in horror. 'I just didn't…' was the summary of his thoughts. He looked around quickly, nervously, for what he was uncertain.
His room was messy, clothes cascading off a chair beside his bed. Piles of comics and games were strewn about across the floor. Zell had long ago reached the conclusion that tidying a room was simply putting things from messy piles into tidy piles. He was content with his messy piles, and didn't see the need to rearrange them.
He felt as if he were fevered, his skin slick with sweat. He ran his hand through his hair, finding his forehead damp and his hair wild and tangled. He moved, slipping out of bed, surprised to find his legs weak. He glanced down, and stared.
There was a damp patch on his boxers, marring the pale blue material. At first he was to shocked to do anything but stand there and gape, his skin flushing red. He bit his bottom lip averting his eyes. Then bolted into the bathroom to shower.
As the cool water slid down his naked body, his thoughts went immediately to Seifer. 'It's not weird for him to be in my dreams, it's just weird that…we were…' he shied away from the thought, not prepared to admit it yet. 'It was because of yesterday in the training centre.'
Zell narrowed his eyes and paused in soaping his body. 'I don't know how he did it, but he so planned this. Why the hell would I want to dream about any guy, let alone Seifer?'
He finished soaping and moved rinsing the suds form his body, watching them run from his pale skin absently. He wasn't surprised the dream had been almost purely physical, focused on skin and muscle rather than the surroundings. His dreams were often like that, usually though the partners in his dreams were faceless.
He began rubbing shampoo into his hair, relishing the sensation of fingers against his scalp. 'Sorta like when Seifer had my ha…' he froze mid motion gaping and staring shocked at the white tiles, only blinking when water ran into his eyes.
"No," he sputtered shocked. Then closed his mouth deciding to pretend that thought hadn't occurred to him. 'It's not as if anyone can hear my thoughts or anything!' he snapped at himself irritated at his thoughts of the tall blonde.
He worked his fingers furiously through his hair, forcibly turning his thoughts away from a certain blonde. He rinsed his hair before stepping out and roughly towelling it dry.
"Stupid Seifer, and his stupid… stupidness" he mumbled to himself, enjoying the sensation of air against his damp skin. He turned going to the door and walking out into his bedroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Wow, Chicky's gone back to nature," came a condescending, arrogant voice. Zell jumped, turning to look at Seifer, who leaned casually against the wall beside the door. He wasn't wearing his usual clothes, instead clad in black jeans and a dark blue shirt. His arms were folded over his chest. He smirked at Zell, eyes glittering dangerously. Getting over the shock Seifer was dressed so oddly took a few moments.
Zell, blinked, the realised he was half naked in the presence of a pervert. He glared at Seifer, then turned and with as much dignity as he could muster stalked into the bathroom again.
"Nice ass, Chicken" Seifer sounded beyond amused.
"Shut up!" snapped Zell, running the last few steps and slamming the door after him. "I'm not coming out while you're there!" he yelled through the door, sounding for all the world like a four-year-old and hating himself for it. He heard a deep laugh, and it inspired that strange sensation like a mixture between an adrenaline rush and needing to be ill.
"Come on, Chicken Wuss. Never knew you were so self conscious," Zell could just see Seifer's smirk. He detected the sound of the voice change as he assumed Seifer moved closer the bathroom door.
"Go away!" growled Zell. He glanced around for some clothes, only seeing the boxers. He would not wear those around Seifer. He looked at the door nervously. 'He's playing some sort of sick perverted game,' he narrowed his eyes warily. 'It's not enough to just plain humiliate me, he has to hurt me…' Zell folded his arms glancing at the mirror. He was blushing furiously. 'Why the hell wont I stop blushing?' he asked his reflection accusingly.
Blue eyes stared back going from accusing to blank. He sighed, frowning at himself. 'I don't know what to do. There's so much happening to me, I feel trapped'. He was uncertain of himself, what he felt, and most of all Seifer and his intentions.
"You alright in there?" came Seifer's voice, "You're not to short too reach the toilet seat right?". Zell scowled, brought out of his musings by the blonde's mocking voice. He opened the door, about to storm out and yell at Seifer, only to come face to face with his neck.
Zell looked up, Seifer grinned at him. He was leaning casually on the doorframe, one arm well above Zell's head, the other down by his side.
"…Err… Oh! Not fucking Funny!" snapped Zell, remembering why he'd stepped out of the bathroom in the first place.
"…Wasn't supposed to be Chicken, it was supposed to get you to open the door" he smirked arrogantly, still looking down at Zell.
"…How did you get in here?" Asked Zell, remembering he'd locked the door last night.
"Squally reinstated the Disciplinary Committee, so I've got access to all the rooms in Garden… except his, I was hoping he'd forget that" his eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Get out Seifer" he growled, trying to be intimidating. 'What is Squall thinking?'.
"Nope" said Seifer brightly. Zell opened his mouth and closed it again. He then debated trying to force Seifer out, but decided against it, nervous of another situation like that one in the training centre. 'Oh, no! Don't be blushing!'
"…What do you want?" he asked, trying to sound annoyed and gruff, unfortunately it came out rather constricted, sounding more like a squeak.
"Well, I wanted to see you were okay after yesterday, and because I felt like it" he smiled slyly. Zell frowned in response.
"Felt like breaking into my room?" asked Zell incredulously. Seifer shook his head slowly, savage viridian eyes fixed on Zell's.
The smaller blonde felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end before Seifer lunged for him…