Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lightning. ❯ Chapter, The Sixth: In Which Rikan is Warned. ( Chapter 6 )

Eoko: Hey everyone! I won the ‘update once a week’ argument, which ended up me just saying “I think we should” and it happened. And then I forgot to post it on the Thursday, so I’m doing it on Friday. Least I’m not waiting around til next Thursday.

Kitty just had an awful, awful thing happen to her. End result, all chat logs, RP logs and fanfiction has been wiped from her computer. All you fans of her, be glad that I am her numbero uno fanfic fan and amigo, so I have a fair swack of her stuff. Still, give her your condolences! ((Gonna be weird when people are giving them three years from now when they read this chap, but, whatever! Happened as of 01-19-06. There, now they’ll know.))

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Chapter, The Sixth: In Which Rikan is Warned.

“I think we might have a problem…” Zell said as he idly flipped through a copy of an Esthar magazine which catered to his tastes.

“If it’s you making a mess of my room, don’t even think about it, Dincht.”

“Uh, no, that wouldn’t be it. S’about Irvine.” Zell flipped another page.

Seifer shifted in his chair. For some unknown reason, whether it was his room or Zell’s, Zell almost always grabbed the bed before he could. “What is it? Are you going to tell me what you’ve been doing?”

“Hell no. That’s my little secret. But I think we have a problem-“

“You just said that! What is the fucking problem?”

Zell looked up from his magazine which was obviously causing some distractions. “Oh, I think someone else is after him. A cadet by the name of Rikan.”

The scarred blonde leaned forward attentively. “Why do you think that?”

“When I went to go see Irvine, to congratulate him for breaking your nose-“

“You fucking little prick!”

“What, can’t congratulate him? Anyway, Rikan is there and I know I had interrupted something, I just don’t know what. And Rikan was giving me death-glares like I should back off him and his stuff, which I think he means to be Irvine. Then, when Irvine told the red-headed idiot to leave and shut his door in my face I could hear his breath, all shaky like. I dunno what Rikan did, but it rattled Irvine up.”

“What do you think he did?”

“How many times did I just say I didn’t know? But for clarification, I’ll say it again. I. Don’t. Know.”

“Big word there, Chicken. Don’t hurt yourself.” Seifer grinned and sat back in his chair, bringing his feet up to rest on the mattress. “So, what do you want to do?”

“Whaddaya mean?” Zell cocked a brow, resting his cheek in his palm.

“Well, either we make Rikan fuck off, or we out Irvine before the little cadet does.”

“You’re still a cadet, Seifer.”

“Don’t even go there.”

Zell snickered and looked back down at his magazine. “Does it really matter if it’s us or him that makes Irvine realize he likes men? I mean, it’s the same outcome.”

“It’s not the same outcome at all, you idiot. First you fuck it up by doing your own thing, now you want to let someone else out him instead?” Seifer crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Zell.

“Holy fuck, Seifer, get a grip. I didn’t know you cared so much about our little ‘Out Irvine’ game. And no, honestly I don’t want Rikan getting to him first. That would just suck. So, what do you wanna do about it?”

That trademark grin spread across Seifer’s lips. “Tell him to stay away from Irvine or we’ll make his life hell.”

“Jeeze, do you have to be so… so…”

“Like me?”

“Yea. But I think you’re right. He won’t back down to me. He might back down to you, but I bet he’d definitely back down to both of us.”

“So, it’s settled. We’ll find this Rikan and tell him to keep clear of the cowboy.”

“Right… but after I finish this magazine…”

Seifer rolled his eyes and took out a cigarette. Zell couldn’t complain since they were in his room this time.

~**~

Irvine struggled out of his robe and made his way into his bathroom. He reached into the shower and turned on the water before dropping his boxers. He needed a shower anyway… after his little date with his hand. But now he needed one even worse.

He felt the water and adjusted the temperature, then stepped under the hot spray. He scrubbed the back of his hand across his lips. What had Rikan been thinking? That drunkenly sitting in someone’s lap who was also drunk, and then saying you weren’t offended automatically meant ‘stick your tongue down my throat’?

Irvine shook his head. What else would he have said? ‘Oh yes, I was mortified and embarrassed by both of our actions last night, and I don’t think I can ever be around you again’?? Not the most decent line to send someone’s way.

Still… that kiss was… if he ignored the fact that it was another guy. If he could just focus on the kiss itself, on how submissive he had been, on how little control he had had. It was so new and different and really… really, really wonderful.

He pulled his hair out of its braid in frustration. Even if he could admit that it was good, it was still another guy, and he didn’t like guys. So he had sat in Rikan’s lap. He was friendly, and drunk. Can’t forget drunk. Drunkeness is a wonderful tool for denial. Considering he wasn’t that drunk anyway.

But… that kiss was different in a lot more ways than just who took the lead. Rikan didn’t taste the same as the women Irvine had kissed before. Not at all. Of course, he’d never thought they would taste the same… because he hadn’t even thought about kissing men, period!

This was all so frustrating. Irvine raised his fingers to his lips. Well, that was it. His first man to man kiss. Couldn’t deny it at least happening, but he could deny enjoying it until the day he died… or, he hoped he could.

Without even noticing he began to think about the biker again. He wondered if the mysterious man kissed like that, or if he was more dominating or gentler than Rikan had been. Faster to take what he wanted or slower to tease. Irvine mentally smacked himself and rested his head against the shower wall.

Today… is not a very good day…

And it hasss only jussst begun.

Shut up.

~**~

Seifer had used his old Disciplinary Committee channels to check the school populous for cadets named Rikan, and then find out what classes he had. Zell, all the while, had nervously kept watch while shadow boxing. So what if he was a bit of a chicken when it came to hacking files you weren’t supposed to be in.

Seifer walked out of the office he used to report school offences to and waved a piece of paper in Zell’s face.

Zell sighed a breath of relief and dragged Seifer away from the room. “Let’s go have lunch and discuss, okay?”

The taller blonde wrapped an arm around Zell’s shoulders and marched down the hall.

“Seifer! You’re going too fast!” Zell complained, trying to keep pace with the long-legged bastard.

Despite the smirk and little chuckle Seifer did slow down a bit. “What do you want to eat? Hotdogs?”

Zell grinned delightedly. “Of course I want hotdogs. What are you going to have?”

“Chicken, maybe,” Seifer said, smirking.

“Oh no, Seifer, don’t eat me!”

Seifer grinned and swooped down to pretend to devour Zell’s neck, which caused Zell to push at him and laugh harder.

Everyone in the hall stared. Someone cleared their throat. Seifer stopped. Zell looked up.

“Eheh… heh. Now I’m a vampire too! BLAH!” the tattooed blonde cried, jumping toward a group of girls who jumped at the sudden movement and giggled. Zell tapped one of his little natural fangs before Seifer grabbed him by the collar and dragged him off.

“Idiot.”

“You’re the one that was molesting me in public.”

“I wasn’t molesting you. I was eating you.”

“Of coooourse you were, Seifer. Come on, hurry up or we won’t find seats and I’ll have to sit in your lap,” Zell whined pulling on Seifer’s sleeve now that he was ahead.

“First you tell me I’m going too fast, and now I’m going to slow? Make up your little chicken-brain, Dincht.”

They headed through the doors and into the cafeteria. “Oh! I see two chairs. I’ll grab those, you get lunch.” And with that Zell tore off to save the seats.

A few minutes later Seifer was placing their lunch down on the table and shoving Zell’s feet off his chair.

“Yay, you got me a jello cup.” Zell smiled extra wide.

“Mhmm.” Seifer had pulled out the piece of paper he had written Rikan’s information down on and was looking at it.

Zell leaned over to get a glance too, eating a hotdog at the same time. “We can go find him right after we eat.”

“Zell, chew, swallow, and then speak.” Seifer pretended to wipe chunks of hotdog off his sleeve that really weren’t there. Zell was talented at speaking with his mouth full. “But you’re right. He’ll be getting out of class in about forty minutes. You remember what he looks like?”

“Sure, he was pretty hot.”

Seifer turned his head to give Zell an odd look. “What? I’m not dating anyone.”

“Yea, you’re right. But a cadet?”

“I said he was hot, not the next in line to be my life partner. Don’t worry. I’ll still be spending more than enough of my free time with you.”

“I’m not jealous of you looking at other men, Chicken,” Seifer said, although something in him wasn’t sitting quite right.

“Other? Are you implying I look at you?”

“If you were blind you’d still look at me.”

Zell ran his eyes up and down Seifer before bringing a hand up to fan his face. “Oh baby,” he said, grinning from one ear to the other.

Seifer shook his head. “Eat your food, you idiot.”

~**~

The blonde duo was leaning against the wall opposite the classroom Rikan was in, waiting for dismissal and the redhead to come out.

“That him?” Seifer asked as a sandy redhead strode out of the room.

“No… and I think that’s a girl.”

“Really?” Seifer leaned forward to look down the hall the way the person had gone.

“There, that’s him.”

Green eyes swept back to the door to catch site of the unnatural red hair sitting atop a male’s head.

The two blondes waited for him to start down the hall before following behind him, and then sidling up on either side.

“Hello again, Rikan.”

Rikan’s senses were already telling him he was between a wall and a hard place… or, in this case, two blondes that could kick his ass five times over before he hit the ground. “Oh, hey Zell… and this is-“

“Almasy, Seifer Almasy, ex-Sorceress Knight and Balamb Bully. Pleased to meet you.” So what if Ultimecia was a subject he didn’t like to think about too often. Fucking wonderful tool for intimidating someone.

“Right… how could I forget… can I help you?”

“What is your current relationship with one, Mr. Irvine Kinneas?” Zell asked, sounded far too serious. Seifer even glanced over at him.

“None of your business, man.”

Seifer lifted a hand to rest it on Rikan’s shoulder. “Oh, please tell us. We’re very interested.”

Rikan rolled his shoulder to dislodge Seifer’s hand, but it didn’t work. “He’s my boyfriend.”

Seifer chuckled almost merrily. That was an impossible answer.

“I doubt that. He’s straight, Rikan.”

“No he isn’t. He kissed me,” Rikan insisted.

Seifer cocked a brow. “He came onto you?”

“Yea. Last night he sat in my lap, and this morning he kissed me.”

“You initiated the kiss, didn’t you?”

Rikan looked from Seifer to Zell. “Uh… yea, I did.”

“And then he told you to leave, didn’t he? Sorry, bud, but you just startled and confused him. You should back off before he hates you for what you’re doing.”

The redhead looked at his feet as they all kept walking. “I don’t want him to hate me.”

“Don’t assume things, kid. They’re rarely right,” Seifer said releasing Rikan’s shoulder and stopping to allow the cadet to go on his way. He then turned to look and Zell and cocked a brow. “Someone was a little cruel.”

“Someone’s been hanging about someone else far too much then.”

Seifer smirked. “Think he’ll back off?”

“Let’s see. Now he thinks that if he so much as looks at Irvine, Irvine will get the shivers, and not the good kind. So, I think it’s promising.”

Seifer nodded and the two continued down the hall. “Now it’s back to us. Still not telling me what you’re doing?”

“Nope,” Zell said shaking his head.