Final Fantasy VIII: Seifer/Irvine

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"You've gotta be kidding. I won't do it."

"You can't back out, man. You lost." Zell scowled. "You know, if I had lips like yours, I'd do it."

Irvine felt ready to vomit into his own hat. He vowed never to get drunk with Zell ever again. He vowed never to get drunk and compete in a series of escalating dares with Zell ever again. Frankly, he vowed never to spend more than five minutes in Zell's presence for the rest of his life. Zell held out the tube impatiently.

"He's gonna wake up soon, so we have to get the picture now!"

Irvine yanked the tube away and opened it. "Where the hell did you get this?"

Zell shrugged. "Selphie's purse."

It was the color of blood and felt awful going on, like all the moisture he'd had in his lips was now replaced with something waxy and soul-sucking. How chicks could wear this stuff for hours on end would never make any sense.

"Alright!" Zell said, "Stand behind him and wave to the camera!"

Irvine did as ordered, standing behind the sleeping Seifer. Zell pointed the camera at him, and Irvine gave him a thumbs up and a kissy face. Click

"Looking good! Now, on the lips, Kinneas," Zell ordered.

Sighing and wishing he wasn't getting sober so quickly, he bent down and pressed his lipsticked mouth to Seifer's. He tried to ignore how surprisingly soft his lips were and how much he wished he'd be doing this under far different circumstances. Click He was so grateful the guy slept like the dead – they could try bombing the Garden and still he'd sleep through it. When he leaned up again, Seifer had a cherry colored smooch stain all around his mouth.

"Are you happy now? I feel like an idiot," Irvine protested, wiping the lipstick off only to groan at the way it stained the back of his hand. He was glad his face was red from the alcohol – Zell would never really be able to know otherwise. Zell snatched the tube of makeup away and uncapped it once more.

"I can get five hundred color copies of this by noon tomorrow – I know a guy at the store." Irvine stepped back to watch Zell draw an obscene picture on the side of Seifer's face with the dark lipstick. Click

"Can we go now?" he asked nervously.

An annoyed moan indicated that their victim was waking, and Irvine had never run so fast in all his life, Zell at his heels laughing hysterically.