Disclaimer: I don't own VIII or the characters. No money making for me. All for my enjoyment.

Pairings: SeiferxZell

Warnings: This will be a yaoi, shounen ai, M/M, with language, (I'll try my hardest to keep them in character.) Jealousy ensues. But, I'm not going to bash anyone. I'm also trying for a little humor, but it might not be that good...

Summary: Zell likes Seifer, but Seifer has feelings for Squall. Unknown of Zell's feelings for him, Seifer asks Zell to help him get Squall to notice him.

Authors Notes: Finally! An update. I hope my readers for this fic are still with me even though I know it's been a while. And I hope this chapter is to your liking. I struggled so much with this one and I hope it pleases you! Please leave reviews and let me know what you think.

On with the story!

**I Want You**

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Chapter 3

"Squally-boy!" Seifer called out to the brunet, who was currently walking along the halls, having apparently just got out of the Quad.

Squall sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What is it, Seifer?" Though, in truth, he didn't really care. He was just getting done talking to Cid about some other matters in the Quad and now he just wanted to go to his office to finish his last remains of paperwork.

"Where are you going?" Seifer decided to ask as he stopped by the quiet male, who looked all the more irritated. But the blond remained undeterred. Squall was usually like this anyway, and Seifer wasn't one to easily give up.

"My office," was all he said as he moved to go past the blond.

"Wait," Seifer called as he reached out to grab hold of the other man's arm to get him to stop.

"What do you want?" the usually quiet gunblader asked him while removing his arm from Seifer's loose grip, making the blond frown.

"Well, I wanted to talk to you," he said as he crossed his arms. The brunet made it hard to not be his usual asshole self, what with his always cold attitude towards the blond man. But Seifer never much was bothered by it too much—he was use to the brunet's cold shoulder, after all.

"Hn," was all Squall said.

"Are you busy?" Seifer questioned of the brunet who was looking slightly annoyed by his presence.

"Why?"

"Because," Seifer started, maybe looking a little nervous. "Are you?" He decided to not answer the brunet right away. He was finding it harder to not be an asshole.

"Well, I am going to my office," Squall rolled his eyes.

"I know that, princess." Squall glared at him for that name, as usual, but Seifer just continued, "It's a simple yes or no, Squally boy." Seifer tried to hold his tongue, but the brunet always brings it out of him.

"I have things I need to be doing, Seifer. Did you want something?"

"Well, gee, Squall, do you always have that stick up your ass?" Seifer asked sarcastically, internally cursing himself for his inability to shut up.

"Seifer," he growled warningly. "Go bother someone else. I don't have time for this."

"Wait, I'm sorry…" Seifer reached out and grabbed hold of his elbow to turn him back around to face him. "Squall…"

"Seifer," Squall puled his arm free and gave him a look like he just wanted to blond to leave him the hell alone. "What the hell do you want?"

Seifer bit his tongue—now was not the time to get into it with his rival, no matter how much fun it'd be to piss him off. He needed to be nice—even though he didn't want to. For his sake he kept his snide comments to himself and tried his best for a slight smile, putting his hands in his pocket, for lack of better things to do with them at the moment. He eyed Squall in silence for a second, getting a good look at him.

"Look, Squall. I wanted to know if you were busy because I wanted you to come with me…" Seifer trailed off with a sigh.

"What?" Squall frowned at the odd request. "You want me to come with you? Where?"

"My room."

"Why?"

"Look," the blond ran a hand through his gelled back blond hair, feeling aggravated himself. "Just...come with me, alright?"

The shorter man just gave him an odd look, unwilling to go anywhere without knowing why. "Why?" he asked again, eyes narrowed suspiciously, arms folded at his chest.

Squall didn't know what was up with the other man, who was standing in front of him. He'd been acting rather strange lately, but Squall hadn't really thought too much about it, finding himself not caring too much. After all, it was Seifer. He usually ignored the blond and hadn't really paid too much attention to the other. And the blond was usually annoying anyway, so he let it slide.

Seifer was always getting under his skin, and he tended to try and avoid the blond. But it was always Seifer trying to get in his personal space and do everything he can to piss him off—which he supposed wasn't too unusual. But lately the blond seemed more persistent to get his attention, or to just piss him off, he didn't really know the reason. And as he tried to thwart the other mans attempts at getting a reaction out of him, he wasn't much successful. He'd always managed to get to Squall one way or another, no matter how hard Squall tried to ignore him.

"Just...come on, Squall," Seifer finally said after a long enough silence.

Squall shook his head slowly. "I can't...I have work to do."

"That can wait," he replied with a smirk. "You work too much anyways, Squally boy." He tried to coax the blue eyed man to agree.

"Whatever," Squall said with narrowed eyes piercing into the blond's deep green ones.

"So, let's go," Seifer nodded his head towards the direction of the dorms.

"..fine…" Squall begrudgingly agreed to the request, though he didn't know why. He had a little time to spare anyhow, though he couldn't say he particularly wanted to spend it with the arrogant man, but he seemed adamant, so he decided to just agree, and dare he think—he was actually curious as to what the blond wanted with him.

He'd never say that out loud though.

"Good," Seifer said and started walking off, not waiting for the brunet to follow. "You coming?" he called back when he realized the other hadn't so much as moved yet.

"Right," the other said wearily before trailing after Seifer, easily catching up as the other wasn't too far ahead of him. "So...what is this about?" the brunet decided to ask his counterpart.

"You'll see," was all he said by way of a reply. "Be patient, princess."

All that got him was a scathing glare, wondering why he didn't just hit the bastard over the head or something. "Seifer…" he warned. Though he was use to the other mans array of nicknames—he hated being called princess.

Seifer just smirked at him as he led the way to his room.

Squall remained silent and was looking anywhere but at Seifer as they made their way to his room. He couldn't ever really remember ever being in the others quarters and he frowned in thought, not aware of said man's eyes on him. "What, Squall?"

"Nothing," he waved it away.

"Right." Finally they made it there and Seifer keyed in his code to get in, the brunet waiting silently behind him. "Well, welcome to my humble abode, Leonhart." Seifer said as they walked inside and the door shut behind Seifer.

Squall looked around and his frown didn't cease from his features. "And why the hell am I even here?" Seifer looked over at him and gestured for the other man to sit on his couch, which he did—with much reluctance, which Seifer noticed and shook his head.

"Would you relax, Leonhart. You act like I'm leading you to slaughter." He rolled his green eyes as he walked into the kitchen. "And….I wanted you to come here, duh."

His other sighed and leaned back to make himself more comfortable. Suddenly, he noticed a smell—a good smell. "What's that smell?"

"Food," he called from the kitchen. "I made us some dinner." he added after a moment of fooling around with some things in the area before he found what he needed. A couple banging noises were heard.

"What?" he asked as if Seifer was crazy.

Seifer came back out. "It's just about done," he said as he eyed the other.

"Dinner? What are you talking about?"

"Just like I said. I made spaghetti. You're favorite," Seifer smirked at the perplexed look on the brunets face. He liked catching him off guard.

"Why?"

"Can't I just do something nice out of the kindness of my goddamn heart?"

"It's not like you."

"Yeah. Well, shit happens."

"What are you playing at, Almasy?"

"Nothing," he said as he walked back into the kitchen. "It's ready." He got their plates and silverware and prepared the food before taking them out to where Squall was and handing him a plate.

Squall took his food and sat it down at the table, watching as the blond also sat down across from him. "It looks good...what did you do to it?"

"I didn't do shit to it," Seifer replied more than a little irritated that Squall was eyeing his plate warily. "Just eat it."

"This..is pretty good," Squall actually complimented.

Seifer smiled at the praise. "Thank you..I added a little something different to give it that extra favor."

Squall's eyebrows rose and he just stared at the blond. "You..did all this?"

"Yeah...well." There was a faint blush dusting the other cheeks, which he tried to hide. "It's no big deal. I just wanted to do something nice…"

"Why? You've been acting weird lately…"

"Can't I just be fucking nice for once?"

"You're just confusing," Squall admitted after a pause, taking a small bite, seeing Seifer's eyes on him.

"How so?"

"Well, you don't normally do this. And it was kind of sudden."

"That's…" Seifer shook his head. "...I know." He sighed and also began eating his own food.

"Not something I'd expect from you, I guess."

"Well, Squall, thanks for thinking I'm always such as bastard," Seifer snorted.

"No." Squall shook his head. "That's not what I mean, Seifer. It's just odd. I don't know."

Seifer chuckled as he watched Squall eat his food after giving up on trying to explain himself. "I just thought you might like this," the blond eventually let out with reluctance.

"Well..it's just nice...I guess I still don't understand why."

"Hmm," Seifer said.

Squall did not like being confused. And he was more than confused at the blond's behavior. His gaze swept over to his friend, who was sort of playing with his food looking deep in thought. Squall opened his mouth to question him but thought better of it and closed his mouth and decided to pay attention to his food instead. This was just not like the Seifer he knew, at all. He'd never go out of his way to be so nice. Or so he thought anyway.

"Well," Squall began after his finished his meal. "It was good. Um...thanks."

Seifer gave a snort of half smile—which seemed more like a grimace than anything and nodded his head. Why was he acting like this? It just didn't make sense. He needed to stop being an idiot.

"So have you talked to Zell today?"

"Uh," Seifer blinked at the odd question but answered anyway. "Yeah. I have...why?" Why would he be asking that?

"Just wondering...you guys seem kind of close, I guess."

"Oh..oh, I yeah. I suppose we're kinda friends," he replied with a frown.

"I think it's good you stopped being so childish with him," Squall smirked at the scowl that was sent his way.

"Childish? Please, Squally-boy. I am not childish," said the childish blond, gathering their pates and taking them to the sink. "He is." Seifer smirked at this and shook his head.

"Uh huh," Squall shook his head.

"He dishes it out just as much as I do," Seifer pointed out to the brunet, who was smirking.

"That I do believe," the other gunblader agreed with a nod, knowing the shorter blond's temper.

"Yeah." Seifer's reply was quiet as he was in thought.

"Well, I should be getting back to my office." Squall stood up and stretched a little just as Seifer came out of the kitchen and caught a glimpse of Squalls' taut abdomen. "It's getting kinda late anyway."

Seifer blinked and shook his head. "Yeah. I suppose." He saw the brunet walk to the door and followed behind him.

"I—well, bye, Seifer," he said awkwardly as he opened the others door to exit.

"Squall, wait," Seifer said as he came to stand in front of him and sighed. Now what? He had just called Squall back and had no idea what to even fucking say. He was acting like such an idiot and he shook his head at his own stupid behavior.

"What?"

"Um..I—thanks, I guess...you know, for actually coming here with me," Seifer said as he looked at the brunet.

"Sure," Squall nodded, though still clueless as to the reason why this even happened. "It was nice."

Seifer nodded jerkily, every bit the awkward he was feeling at this precise moment in front of the object he'd been trying to get acknowledgment from.

"Right, well, I guess I'll see you later." He began to walk out again before Seifer grabbed his arm without thinking. "What?"

"Squall…" he trailed off and frowned before shaking his head. "Nothing. Never mind," he finally said releasing Squall's arm.

Squall frowned at the behavior but shrugged it off. "Okay. Bye."

Seifer only nodded and closed the door when the brunet was out the door and sighed to himself. He really needed to stop this shit. He wasn't some little girl with a crush, dammit. This was Squall. He frowned. Well, at least dinner was okay, he guessed. Mind trailing back to his other blond companion with a smile. He couldn't wait to tell Zell how this went. He hadn't spoke to him since that after noon. And hew knew he'd wanna know how it went, being as it was Zell's idea in the first place. But he found himself frowning in thought, at the current events.

He didn't know what to make of things with Squall. He didn't know how Squall felt, or how he himself fully felt for that matter. He knew he liked Squall—that much was certain, but just how far did this go? He shook his head and decided to do the dishes and take a shower. He'd think about it later. He really needed to thank the other blond for his help in this, seeing as he had been helpful.

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"Zell!" Seifer called to his partner in crime, who was shadowing boxing outside. "Hey, Dincht!"

Zell stopped in his movements at his name being called by the man he liked—liked-such an understatement. "What's up?"

"I've been looking all over for you, chicken-wuss," Seifer scowled at him and shoved his hands into his pockets as he looked at the other male, who was panting slightly, sweat glistening off his tanned skin, hair stuck to part of his face.

"Well, here I am," the chicken chuckled at the irritated look.

"Why are you out here?"

"Just getting some exercise.," Zell shrugged his powerful shoulders. "And I needed something to do."

"I see," the other male said with a frown.

"Yeah." Zell smiled at his friend. "Oh! Um…" Zell wanted to ask how his little dinner with the asshole went...okay, so he was jealous, so sue him. But, he didn't think he really wanted to know, for his own sake anyway.

"What?" Seifer quirked an eyebrow at him and seen Zell glance away from his gaze.

"How uh…" he stopped himself again and sighed. "How did it go...last night I mean?"

"Oh, It went good. I think I got him to loosen up some," Seifer said with a smirk.

"Oh..that's good," Zell replied. "I'm glad," Zell also added, even giving what he hoped was a happy smile.

"Yeah," Seifer nodded. "It was surprising."

"I'll bet. Was he shocked?"

"At first." Seifer chuckled thinking about it. "We had good conversation."

Zell was finding it harder to keep up his happy facade, but for the sake of his friend, he continued with it, knowing that he was doing this to make his friend happy. He liked to see the other smile—though he really wished it was him that could get the tall, gorgeous tall blond to smile like that. He kept asking himself what the other had that he didn't. And why he puts himself through this kind of pain. But as he looked at the other, he knew why he did this shit.

"Dincht?" Seifer cocked his head at the off look his friend was giving him.

"Huh?" Zell came back to him to see Seifer staring at him oddly and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"You spaced out on me. Didn't know I bored you so much, Dincht."

"What!? No, you don't." Zell's eyes went wide and he was shaking his head.

"Calm down, it was a joke," Seifer chuckled, though he was confused by the others seriously odd behavior.

"R-right," Zell gave a rasp chuckle, feeling stupid. "Sorry."

"So," Seifer began, trying to forget the oddness in the air for now and gave his friend a look. "I think this is going better. I don't know…"

Zell smiled as best he could and nodded. "Well, I'm happy...it's working for you," he decided to say. And it was partially true. He was happy that Seifer was happy.

Seifer smiled at him in a way that melted Zell, and he had to look away for a moment to collect himself.

"Hey, guys," Irvine greeted his blond friends with that huge grin of his, patting them both on the shoulders.

"Oh! Hey Irv," Zell said, happy for the distraction. "What's up?"

"Not much. Just got back from the store. Had to get something to cook later."

"You cook?" Seifer spoke up, an interested eyebrow raised.

"Of course! I'll have you know, I'm a damn good cook," Irvine grinned at his taller blond friend.

"Uh huh," Seifer replied with a smirk.

"You don't believe me," Irvine mock pouted at him and crossed his arms.

"No,"

"Ouch, Seifer."

Seifer laughed at him.

"What are you cooking for? Or who?" Zell decided to ask.

"Do I need a reason?" the auburn haired male asked, lifting a brow at the shorter man, who was looking at him curiously.

"I guess not," Zell said after a second, grinning back at his gun happy friend.

"Hello, boys," came a feminine voice.

"Instructor," Seifer smirked at her annoyed look.

"Hey!" Zell greeted.

"What are you all doing out here? Orgy?" she joked.

"Well...I wouldn't mind…" Seifer laughed at the horrified looks Zell and Irvine shot his way "My god, you people need to lighten up," he shook his head in disapproval and frowned.

"Well, I'm surprised to hear that come from such a lovely woman," Irvine grinned at her and she rolled her eyes.

"Save that flirting for someone else, Irvine," Quistis said with an eye roll.

He pouted at her. "I'm hurt Quisty."

"I'm sure," she said warily.

"So what brings you out here?" Zell asked her.

"I just got done with my classes for the day and decided to get some air," she explained. "I hate being cooped up in garden all the time."

Seifer nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah. I agree. I hate being idle myself."

"I'll bet," she said with a smile. "You are always one who needs to be doing something."

"Very true," he nodded with a smirk. "You know me, I always gotta be doing something."

"Causing trouble no doubt," she laughed and shook her head.

"Always. You know," Seifer said back. "If I'm not causing trouble, I'm not doing something right."

Zell did chuckle at that, knowing it was true. "Right." Zell looked over at Seifer and let out a inaudible sigh. He needed to not think so much.

"Oh," Seifer suddenly said as if remembering something. "I'm gonna have to cut this short, ladies," Seifer smirked. "I am suppose to go see Fu, here in about an hour. She needed my help with something."

"Ah. Do tell her I said hi," Quistis said. "We don't hear much from her. How's she doing, the way?"

"She's doing really good. She's working a lot and studying hard."

"Ah, yes," she nodded. "Well, it's good to hear."

Seifer nodded. "Well, I gotta go. Later." He waved and walked off, not seeing Zell's eyes on him as he went.

"You got it bad, my friend," Irvine whispered in his ear so the blond woman wouldn't overhear. He wasn't sure Zell wanted anyone to know—in face he was sure he didn't. He just had a keen eye for the sort of thing—he was an expert person reader—at least where sexuality was involved.

Zell just stared at him with a frown etching onto his tattooed face.

"What?" the blond woman asked, having seen the exchange.

"Nothing. Just reminding Zell that I lent him something days ago and I'll need it back," Irvine said, nudging Zell.

"Oh, yeah. That's right. I forgot," Zell said, playing along, grateful Irivne's not saying anything.

"Okay.." she said with a confused expression but let it drop. "Well, I actually need to be doing something. So I will see you boys later," she added with a short smile to them and waved.

"See you later, Quis," Zell said with a nod.

"So, I'm guessing he still doesn't know?" Irivne asked with a knowing look.

"No," was all Zell in reply to that.

"Still don't see why you don't tell him already."

"Why?" Zell echoed. "You know why. He's too wrapped up in Squall to notice me. That's saying all it needs to Irvine."

"Still...It's worth a shot, right?"

Zell huffed and crossed his arms. "Yeah, So? And anyway...Seifer said…the dinner went well," Zell frowned further. "What chance do I really have, man?" He asked.

"I don't get you. You're really okay with him never knowing?" Irvine said in wonderment.

Zell bit his lip and couldn't seem to answer Irvine's question. No, he wasn't okay with that, but what other choice did the blond have? He wanted Squall, and it seemed the brunet might be warming up to the taller man, which made his frown deepen. He settled for a shrug in reply, knowing that whatever would come out of his mouth would be complete bullshit, and the gunman would call him out on it, so what was the point? He just had to sit back and watch Seifer get the guy he really wants.

With a guy like Squall Leonhart as his competition, he never stood a chance. He had accepted that fact a while ago. Or had he really accepted it? Or was his just lying to himself again? Which, to be honest, he'd been doing a lot lately. And Irvine knew it and called him out on it. But, it wasn't as if he could just blurt it out to the other man. He didn't wanna face that rejection, and he was happy enough seeing Seifer happy..so he kept telling himself.

"Yo, man. You in there?" Irvine knocked on his head, earning an irritated look from the martial artist. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," Zell said, aiming a small smile at his friend. "I'm fine," he repeated.

"I still think it wouldn't hurt you to tell him, man."

But the shorter just shook his head, looking in the direction the other went off too. "Nah, It's better like this. He wants Squall."

"Zell, man. You need to at least try…" Irvine said next, trying to get through to him.

"No, Irv, Just leave it alone, okay?" He snapped at his friend unintentionally, then said. "I'm sorry."

"It's cool, man," said man patted him back in a friendly gesture, maybe a little too roughly from the grunt Zell gave. "Still think you're being an idiot though," the taller of the two also said, even shaking his head.

"Yeah," Zell chuckled, "probably." He shrugged. "Well, I'm gonna go lay down. I'm feeling pretty tired."

"Aright. See you later, man," Irvine nodded with a sad smile to his friend, who did the same as he walked off, hands behind his head as he walked.

Irvine shook his head and sighed.

"Dumb blond."

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A/N:Well, here it is. It's longer than I originally planned but at least it's finally done. Sorry for the long wait. Hope you are satisfied with this chapter. Please let me how it is!