Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lightning. ❯ Chapter, The Fifth: In Which a Kiss Occurs. ( Chapter 5 )

Warnings: Yaoi, if you didn't get that by now. Copious amounts of Seifer bastardization. Bad language.

 

Pairings: Continue guessing.

 

Disclaimer: Don't own them, or make money off them.

 

Author's Notes:

Kitty: Alright, from this day forth, there will be regular Lightning updates. Every second Thursday. I have decided this without consulting Eoko, but am sure she will agree, because we always agree on everything. //grins//

 

There's a reviewer on AFF. Net in my account who proclaimed enviousness at not being able to see our RP's. Boo, if you would really like to, e-mail me - istaqa@hotmail.com - and I'll see what I can do. ;) There are discussions between Eoko and I at the moment, actually, to put them all up on a website somewhere. We'll see what happens there. XD

 

Eoko: I agree with Kitty about the updates. Although I'd like to put them up once a week, and every second if we forget. I'll see what I can do there.

 

Chapter, The Fifth: In Which a Kiss Occurs.

 

Irvine stripped down to his boxers and put his hat aside when he got back to his room, then flopped down on his stomach upon the bed, hugging the pillow under his head. He was pleasantly tipsy, to the point where he had found himself in Rikan's lap before he realised what was going on. That had been why he left, but Rikan didn't seem upset, since he switched to trying to get Illo to kiss him. Rikan was absolutely off his head, so he probably wouldn't remember any of it anyway.

 

He hadn't thought he'd see the biker, though the stray thought that he was in Balamb again, where he had seen the biker before, had crossed his mind. The fact that he'd gotten another ride home made a great day even better. He'd broken Seifer's nose, scored 98%, made some new friends and seen the biker again. He grinned into his pillow and curled up a little, trying to imagine what it would sound like if the biker said his name.

 

He couldn't. No voice he could come up with seemed to fit the man. Furthermore, no name he could think of fit the biker either. He'd even entertained really bikey names like "Butch" and "Tex", but those really didn't fit.

 

He sighed and stroked his braid in thought with one hand. Who was it? Who? And why wouldn't they say anything, or let him see their face? He made a disgruntled sound and pouted up at the window and the twinkling stars outside. He was sure the only reason he couldn't stop thinking about the biker was because he hated a mystery and he was dying to know who it was.

 

Sure, that was it. Not the warmth of the biker's back or the way it felt to be pressed against him.

 

Before he knew what he was doing, Irvine had slid one hand down his side and into his boxers to wrap long fingers around himself. His eyes flickered shut and he hugged the pillow tighter, lips parting in a soft sigh.

 

"Please..." he whispered, and he wasn't sure what he was pleading for.

 

- - - - - - -

 

Zell headed back to his room, humming happily to himself with his helmet tucked under his arm. He was playing the trip back to Garden over in his mind for the fifth time, a small smile touching his lips. It would be interesting to see if Irvine was still so willing to get on the bike when he wasn't half-way to drunk.

 

"Where have you been?"

 

Zell stopped, both brows lifting, and turned to see Seifer leaning against the wall in a small alcove, a cigarette glowing between his lips. His arms were folded. He looked pissed.

 

"Filthy habit," Zell said, then turned to continue on.

 

"Don't you fucking ignore me, Dincht."

 

The fighter didn't stop, but his brow creased. What the hell was up Seifer's nose? He smirked, suddenly remembering his visit to the doctor earlier that day. Oh. Right. That's what was up Seifer's nose.

 

Zell hadn't managed to find him when he'd gone looking originally, so he hadn't had his turn at taunting. He turned slowly, smiling sweetly at the gunbladist.

 

"I'm not ignoring you."

 

"Then don't walk off when I'm talking to you."

 

"Don't tell me what to do, Seifer," Zell said, then added sweetly; "Or I might break your nose."

 

Seifer snarled, tossing his cigarette aside into a potted plant where it fizzled in the dirt, then went out, leaving a curl of blue smoke before that, too, faded.

 

"What was that?"

 

"Who was it, Seif?"

 

"A Grat."

 

"Yeah, Kadowaki said you told her that, but she also said she's seen a lot of Grat-injuries, and yours wasn't one. Who was it?"

 

"Fuck. You."

 

Zell laughed, going over to pat Seifer's shoulder understandingly.

 

"Okay, okay. It was a Grat. With hands."

 

Seifer's hand came up lightning quick to grab the front of Zell's vest, lifting him onto his toes. Zell just blinked and arched a brow.

 

"You don't scare me anymore, Seifer."

 

Seifer snarled, but let him go, stalking off to Zell's room and punching in the code without so much as a by-your-leave. Zell rolled his eyes with a grin and went after the gunbladist, putting his helmet aside and shrugging out of his vest.

 

Seifer threw himself down in a fat armchair and put another cigarette in his mouth.

 

"Don't smoke that shit in my room, Seifer. You know I hate it."

 

Seifer's eyes slid to him, but he sighed huffily and put the cigarette back in the box, slipping it into a pocket of his trench.

 

Zell went to his fridge and pulled out a can of drink each for them, tossing one to Seifer and dropping to sit cross-legged on his bed before he opened his own.

 

"I've been looking for you since dinner, Chicken."

 

Fuck. Dinner. I said I'd meet him there.

 

"Oh, shit. Sorry Seifer."

 

Seifer shrugged.

 

"Doesn't matter."

 

"Yeah, it does. I should've been there. Tomorrow?"

 

"Whatever. Where did you go?"

 

"Oh... Balamb."

 

Seifer sat up a little, watching him with those sharp jade eyes.

 

"Irvine?"

 

"Yeah..."

 

"You blew me off for Irvine?"

 

"I didn't blow you off I just... forgot. I saw him going with some other guys and a couple of girls... It's hard to time it right, and I had to go."

 

Seifer didn't look very convinced, but he backed off and nodded.

 

"It was him," the gunbladist muttered abruptly.

 

"Huh?"

 

"Irvine. He hit me."

 

Zell snorted back a burst of laughter and managed to keep it to a low snicker.

 

"Irvine broke your nose? Damn, Seif, he isn't even a hand-to-hand fighter. He's a sharpshooter for Hyne's sake!"

 

Seifer bristled.

 

"Don't you think I know that?! Why else do you suppose I told Kadowaki it was a Grat, stupid?!"

 

Zell snickered again, shaking his head.

 

"Pathetic. Really."

 

"Shut up, Dincht, before I throw this fucking drink at you."

 

"Mess up my carpet and you can pay the cleaning bill."

 

Seifer growled and shifted uncomfortably in the chair.

 

"He surprised me. I never expected him to hit me."

 

"What'd you say...?" Zell wondered curiously.

 

"Er... I might have gotten a bit enthusiastic. I said he'd like it if I fucked him."

 

Zell was surprised by the protective anger that flared briefly inside of him before he quashed it. Seifer didn't mean it anyway. He had no wish to sleep with Irvine... did he? There was another faint flare, but he ignored it.

 

"No wonder he punched you. He still thinks he's straight."

 

"What about you?" Seifer wondered. "Any luck?"

 

Zell remembered Irvine's arms around his waist, his warmth at his back and smiled secretively at the gunbladist.

 

"A little."

 

"You're not going to tell me what you're doing, are you?"

 

"Not yet."

 

"Arse."

 

"Moron."

 

"Idiot."

 

"Dickhead."

 

"Cockbrain."

 

"That's the same thing!" Zell said, laughing.

 

"No it isn't!"

 

"Yeah, it is. Cock/Dick. Head/Brain. It's the same thing! I win!"

 

"Alright, alright. Lunch's on me tomorrow. I gotta get to bed."

 

"Why?"

 

Seifer paused.

 

"I don't know. Sounded good?"

 

Zell snorted and they spent the next few hours watching movies and sniping teasingly at each other.

 

- - - - - - -

 

Irvine started awake to a knocking at his door and blinked around blearily before he caught up with where he was. He looked around hastily for something to cover the embarrassing state of his boxers and threw on a robe as the knock came again.

 

"I'm comin'!" he called and went, opening his door to an anxious looking Rikan.

 

"Irvy!" he said, then cleared his throat. "Er... I mean, Irvine."

 

Irvine blinked.

 

"Yeah...?"

 

He looked warily at Rikan, who rubbed the back of his neck and shifted from foot to foot.

 

"Listen, man, I'm sorry about last night. I... didn't mean to upset you or piss you off or anything. I'd never really have taken you to the Pelican Zone. I joke around sometimes... but I'd never... y'know... force myself on someone or anything."

 

Irvine smiled hesitantly.

 

"No, it's okay... I wasn't upset."

 

"You weren't?" Rikan smiled hesitantly in his turn. "It's just... you left before the rest of us, and Illo said I was pretty bad last night... Apparently I just about pulled his shirt off..." The red-haired cadet trailed off, blushing faintly.

 

"No, I really wasn't. Just pretty tired."

 

"Yeah...? Illo told me... He said you were sitting in my lap."

 

Irvine felt suddenly hot, and he knew he was blushing furiously.

 

"He did?"

 

"Yep." Rikan smirked a little. "Said you kinda liked it too..."

 

"I... uh... that is..."

 

Rikan stepped forward, a hand tangling in the front of Irvine's robe and before the sharpshooter could even say "Hey!" the other cadet had captured his lips. Irvine made a tiny little noise of surprise and protest, but it only seemed to encourage Rikan, and a warm tongue ran along his lower lip. Without his thought or agreement, Irvine's body took over and cackled to itself as it parted his lips, inviting the tongue within.

 

Rikan slid an arm around Irvine's waist, pressing against him, and deepened the kiss, his other hand slipping into the sharpshooter's hair. Irvine shivered, and it was only partly out of fear. His hands fisted in Rikan's shirt and he whimpered.

 

"Hey!"

 

Rikan growled and drew back, displeased with being interrupted.

 

Irvine groaned. As if it wasn't bad enough...

 

"Hey!" Rikan said with false cheer, backing off in time that their new visitor just might not have seen. Irvine hoped. "Zell, yeah?"

 

"Yeah," Zell said with a bright smile. "And you...? I'm sorry, I don't know your name."

 

"Eh, that's okay. I'm not a famous sorceress-killer." Rikan ran a hand through his short hair, quite obviously eyeing Zell off, while Irvine just tried to remember his own name.

 

He'd never been kissed like that before. He'd only ever kissed women, of course, and he was always in control of that. Having another man's tongue inside of his mouth... It was... kind've... ni- Don't even think it, Cowboy. Don't even!

 

"Nah, guess not."

 

There was silence, then Zell prompted; "So?"

 

"Oh! Right! Sorry. Rikan." He stuck out a hand, which Zell took.

 

"Pleased to meet you."

 

"And you. Irvy never mentioned you."

 

Irvine rolled his eyes a little. That made it sound as though they'd known each other for a long time and as though they spent a fair bit of time together into the bargain. Zell arched a brow, mouthing "Irvy?" when Rikan glanced away. Irvine was mortified.

 

"Probably because we only just met yesterday," the sharpshooter said pointedly.

 

Zell looked suspiciously between the two of them. He knew he'd interrupted something, but he wasn't entirely sure what it was. Whatever it was, it pissed him off. He smiled nonetheless and looked at Irvine.

 

"Well, I guess it can wait. Just wanted to congratulate you."

 

Irvine looked blank.

 

"Congratulate me...?"

 

Zell grinned.

 

"On breaking Seifer's nose."

 

Irvine laughed sheepishly, blushing lightly.

 

"Oh. That. Yeah, it was pretty cool."

 

"Not bad for a Prima Donna."

 

Irvine looked away and Zell started to lift a hand to him, but remembered it wasn't time yet. Still, the way the sharpshooter flinched and drew in upon himself made Zell ache.

 

"Rikan, you better go..." Irvine said softly.

 

"What?" Rikan asked, stunned, and he shifted, putting himself between Zell and Irvine. Leave him alone, his grey-green eyes said, and Zell smirked. The little shit thought he could take Zell Dincht?

 

"I said you better go," Irvine repeated firmly, a hand coming to Rikan's shoulder. "Please. I'll... I'll see you later, okay?"

 

Rikan looked at him, obviously not impressed, but nodded. He pulled Irvine close, dropping his voice, but Zell still heard him.

 

"You call me if you need me at all, okay?" He slipped a small piece of paper into Irvine's hand. "If you need help or... or anything. Just call."

 

Irvine looked surprised, but he nodded mutely as Rikan backed off and headed up the hall, eyes meeting Zell's briefly as he passed him.

 

Leave him alone.

 

Zell smiled brightly and waved Rikan off. Then his eyes slid slyly to Irvine and he smirked.

 

"New boyfriend?"

 

Irvine shut the door.

 

Zell pressed his ear to it and heard Irvine slide down the other side and take a shaking breath. Oh, yes. Something had happened indeed. He narrowed his eyes and pushed away from the door, also heading off.

 

On the other side of the door, Irvine could only sit and breathe.