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I stumbled back attempting to slam the door in his face and failing miserably when his momentum forced it open easily and sent me sprawling on the floor. I tensed all over when he fell across me and attacked my mouth with his. I felt his hot, dry and soft lips pressed hard against mine before his tongue snaked between them and slid back and forth sending tingles up and down my spine. I was trying hard not to open my mouth. 'Wait a minuet… why the hell aren't I using my hands?' With that thought in mind Zell utilised his strength throwing Seifer aside and scrambling up. He paused when he heard Seifer laughing. 'What now?' he asked himself nervously turning his head slowly. Seifer smirked at him where he lay on the floor, somehow managing to look like some sort of satiated big cat. His hair with slightly mussed and his green eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Me two, Zell zero" he rolled his body easily sitting up and smirking. Zell stared disbelieving. Seifer Almasy was sitting on his bathroom floor, smirking at him and chuckling like it was some sort of game… 'Game? Of course this is a game, why else would Seifer do that?' Zell felt relieved at the revelation.

The tattooed youth could see the relation between Seifer and games easily; it wasn't an alien concept like Seifer being unusually nice. Granted the game had taken a freakish twist from the usual verbal jabs and physical blows or even the adapted games they'd battled each other with at childhood, but it was all about who could get the upper hand, that was all it was, a game. Zell felt the uneasy tension in his gut loosen.

"…What's the matter Chicky? Sore looser?" asked Seifer breezily.

"…Shut the fuck up, I wasn't expecting it!" he snapped back.

"That's the rules…. Nothing counts if you expect it… what would the point be in that?" Seifer said idly turning his head and looking around my bathroom with a bored expression. 'Rules?' thought Zell, 'rules and games go hand in hand'.

"You are fucked up Seifer…" said Zell tartly.

"Aww, you're being offensive 'cos you hate the fact I'm better than you" said Seifer in a patronizing tone of voice.

"Better than me!" roared Zell, fists clenching and blue eyes flashing. "What the fuck!" Seifer chuckled at the smaller blonde's outburst.

"Well, I'm winning this game and you're not even trying to make it hard… I figured you'd either given up and acknowledged my almighty greatness or were just too dumb to know the game… although I changed the rules a bit" he looked contemplative.

"Only you would think of this as a game!" snapped Zell glaring and folding his arms over his bare chest.

"We could always try rock paper scissors again?" suggested Seifer brightly. Zell cringed. Seifer's games always had a sadistic twist to them… in the case of rock paper scissors instead on playing it with your hand gestures. They'd run around Garden trying to surprise each other with paper cuts, thrown rocks or by cutting each others hair off with scissors… Zell had admitted defeat and reported Seifer to the Headmaster for that particular game.

"Or tick tac toe" he grinned at that one. That one had involved flicking each other for the ticking, throwing a tacky slime at each other or stamping one each others toes.

"…We haven't done stuff like that since first year!" snapped Zell.

"I know…" said Seifer mildly. They had been games they'd learned to play at Matrons before Garden, and when they'd joined they'd continued for a while until they were separated into groups and under the influences of GF's forgot about knowing each other previously. Only because of a pill developed in Esther had they begun to recall events suppressed to make room for GF's. The treatment had to be given to all those who were exposed to long-term periods of time with GF's juctioned by Garden law now.

"…So what's this game developed from?" spat Zell scornfully.

"…Kiss chase" Seifer grinned. Zell rolled his eyes.

"This is dumb"

"…I know you are, but more to the point do you want to know the rules?" Seifer grinned before continuing before Zell even had a chance to respond to the question or the insult. "Okay, kisses only count when the other person isn't expecting it, and causing blushes in public counts as a half point. Other than that, alls fair…" he grinned evilly, green eyes dark like a shadowed forest. Zell felt unease at not knowing what that forest hid.

"…I can't believe I'm considering this stupid game!" he said to himself.

"…Come it'll be fun… I mean besides the fact I'm going to win and embarrass you to hell, can you imagine everyone's face if we run around sucking on each others faces… Squall would have a seizure" he went all glassy eyed and dreamy for a second. Zell gave a light chuckle at the thought. Seifer's gaze snapped to him abruptly, looking slightly startled. Zell stared at him. They're eyes met… and there was a prolonged and awkward moment when neither looked away.

"Ahem!" Zell coughed abruptly getting up and turning his back to Seifer whose gaze had dropped hungrily to the curve of his towel-covered ass, mouth parted slightly. Zell walked further into his bedroom to the set of draws back still to Seifer but still directly in his line of sight as he opened his draws and began looking through them. He was actually blushing furiously, but was hiding it by pretending to look for clothes. He had already accepted to game as a challenge, and was already feeling his fighting spirit rallying to meet it, but he had to save face and prevent Seifer's teasing about his current blush.

"…Fine, we'll play your stupid game, but you reset the scores and we start tomorrow morning… and no breaking into my room you pervert!" he snapped over his shoulder.

"Heh, fine Chicken Wuss" he heard Seifer's voice moving toward the entrance of his room. He felt relief and took comfort in the fact Seifer was leaving.

"Oh… and by the way Zell, when you blush, your ears go red" came Seifer's smirking voice before the sound of the door closing. Zell glared at his blue boxers with little Chocobo's printed all over them. They'd been a gift from his Ma… his glare softened remembering how happy his Ma had been when she'd given them to him on his birthday, and he smiled to himself.

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I know that bit about the GF and memory being suppressed and not forgotten is inaccurate, but I'm writing this fic and it is just me playing around for my own amusement really. Sorry it took so long, I've had things to deal with lately.

Oh, and there will probably be more grammatical and spelling mistakes from now on because I'm going to continue with this in draft then go back and make alterations when finished.