Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lightning. ❯ Chapter, the Thirty-Fourth: In Which Selphie Makes a Sandwich. ( Chapter 34 )

Eoko: So we kinda forgot the title of this chapter. -_-

Kitty: It's on my copy, but my copy is on my lappytop, which is at the shop.

Eoko: So we just made up another one.

Kitty: Which might even be the one we had, and we didn't even know it.

Eoko: That'd be funny. -_-

Kitty: And typical of us.

Eoko: True! Let's let them read it now.

Kitty: Okay! Hmm... the insanity level of these author notes is not so huge for once. -grins-

Chapter, the Thirty-Fourth: In Which Selphie Makes a Sandwich.

For possibly the first and last time in his life, Irvine was glad that Zell had gone to see Seifer. He could finally stop shifting so that the blond’s hand or mouth wouldn’t fall onto his injured shoulder.

What the fuck had Seifer been thinking anyway? Walking up and biting someone… did he think that was normal?! Is that the Seifer Almasy hello for fuck’s sake?? No wonder no one got close to him. Hyne above.

He sat on Zell’s bed, vest tossed over the back of the desk chair so he could examine the bite. It was bruising around the marks of Seifer’s teeth and really didn’t look very pretty. Then again, the fact that Seifer had given it to him probably made it scream ‘disgusting’. If Zell had bitten him, maybe it would look a lot better. Would Zell bite him? With those little fangs of his?

Irvine shook his head a little. He was getting severely off track. Another glance at his shoulder was all he needed to remember what he had been originally planning. It looked worse than it was. A localized Cure spell would be all he needed to rid himself of the stinging mark.

He lifted his opposite hand and readied the spell, watching closely as the magic worked its way through injured skin and muscle tissue. He grinned when he could see no remaining evidence of the bite mark, even at intensely close inspection.

But there was still the feeling of Seifer’s hands and mouth on him, a feeling he really wanted to get rid of. Irvine got to his feet, stripping out of his chaps, black jeans and boxers and heading into Zell’s bathroom for a nice, hot, Anti-Seifer shower.

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“He really didn’t let you see anything in his journal?” Zell asked practically out of the blue. The only thing Seifer could remotely figure he had linked it to was that they had been talking briefly about the report Zell had handed into Squall concerning their last mission.

“Why would he? We don’t like each other.” Sure Zell wanted them to be all buddy-buddy, but he had to, repeat had to understand it wasn’t happening. It couldn’t. Like hell Seifer was going to tell him the real reason why, but he had to tell him something. That frown on Zell’s face was forcing some explanation out of him, true or not.

“Zell, please. It’s been weeks, we’ve both tried, and it hasn’t worked. Him and I just don’t have what it takes to be friends.” Could have had something to do with the fact that what I’m trying to do is not be his friend… Seifer mused to himself.

“Can’t you try harder?” Zell nearly whimpered from his place, once again, on Seifer’s bed. Why did he have to always sit/lie/lounge there? It was far too convenient for Seifer’s overactive male libido to handle.

“That’s like asking fish to-”

“Fly?” Zell inquired and Seifer just knew he had the stupid “flying fish” retort all ready and waiting.

“Fillet themselves and serve the meal to the President of Esthar,” the gunbladist replied with a smirk.

Alright, so Zell hadn’t expected that. “Laguna doesn’t like fish. He likes chicken.”

Oh Hyne, so do I… “Him and I just aren’t compatible. Being civil seems to be working a bit, but asking us to be friends is like telling us both to change who we are, as people.” The taller blond put on his endearing face and Zell’s pout increased, but he nodded a little.

The fighter lowered his head and looked towards Seifer, cheek nestled in his folded arms. “I guess changing either of you is worse than you two not being friends.”

And Seifer gets another point. The mental grin spreading through his mind almost made an appearance on his face, but thankfully he kept it in check. “You shouldn’t worry so much about him and me. Worry about you and me. I’m the one going to suffer here, not him.” And now it was time for the hurt puppy look that only Zell got to see.

The tattooed blond’s lip twitched a little and he reached out a hand to pull Seifer down next to him on the bed. He rolled onto his back and rested his head on the gunbladist’s thighs. “What you talking about, Seif?” Zell asked, even though he knew exactly what his best friend had meant.

And Seifer was going to make sure he milked the guilt down to the last drop. After guilt there was always pity anyway. No matter how much he hated pity, he hated Irvine Kinneas a hell of a lot more. “You know what I’m talking about, Zell. You’re not splitting me and Irvine fifty-fifty. It’s more like eighty-twenty. I don’t get any say in it and I don’t have another best friend. I only have you.”

“Fujin and Raijin-”

“Are a little busy helping run Galbadia’s Army.”

The younger boy chewed on his lower lip, looking up to his taller counterpart. “But Irvine’s my boyfriend. He’s not just another friend.”

“Never heard the saying ‘boyfriends come and go, but friendship is forever’?” Seifer inquired, looking down at the crested-teen in his lap. (1)

Zell frowned a bit, looking away from the jade gaze, then back to meet it again. “Irvine is forever.”

Oh fuck… oh fuck he did not just say that. A hand went immediately to his mouth. He felt like he was going to throw up. Actually, seriously throw up at hearing that. Oh, wouldn’t that look good on his Friend Resume: throws up when hears of friend’s long-term commitment to their significant other. Well, this exact set of circumstances would probably never happen again, so that resume can just make friends with the shredder.

Zell sat up with alarm. “Are you alright?” A gloved hand went quickly to rub circles on Seifer’s back, worried eyes focused on the coughing and gagging blond.

“Wh-wha…. What the fuck… did I eat…? Shit…” Okay, that was half true. That was an awful fucking taste in his mouth. And despite his hate for the cowboy, he did taste pretty good. Stomach acid had a bad way of displeasing the tastebuds.

And if Zell’s precious hotdogs tasted as bad as they did right now, Seifer sure wouldn’t be on a near constant daydream of making out with the spunky little fighter. Hyne… “Water… please…”

Said spunky fighter shot up from the bed and ran to grab a bottle of water from Seifer’s little fridge. When he came back Seifer tried to give him a little smile, but it was still twisted slightly from the taste in his mouth.

He took the water, uncapped it and gulped down nearly half of it in one go. He probably would have gone for more if Zell hadn’t taken the bottle and miraculously not spilt any of it while he put it on the bedside table.

The younger boy moved back around to sit behind the older, his legs falling to either side of Seifer’s and his hands coming up to rub at the tense muscles. “You okay now?” he asked, voice soft and concerned. He didn’t have a clue his comment had been what caused the problem.

“Mmm…” Seifer could do nothing but make a pleased sound as expert hands moved over his back. Hyne he was good with his hands. So fucking good. It didn’t take the gunbladist long to imagine the skilled hands working over other parts of his body. Over the steadily growing ache between his legs. Fuck…

If only it were as easy as his hormone driven mind seemed to think it was. If only he could turn around, attack the fighter’s lips with his own and make him his, all his, only his. But it wasn’t that easy. It wasn’t ever going to be that easy. Fuck…

“Zell…?” Seifer finally got out with only the slightest hint of an accompanied moan. “I think I should go to bed. Sleep off whatever decided to attack my gut.” He added a rather realistic sounding groan as he clutched his stomach with one hand.

Sapphire eyes widened a little as the fighter moved around to kneel on the floor in front of the gunbladist. “Do you want me to stay, Seifer? Do you need anything?”

Like you wouldn’t believe… do you have to kneel there? Do you realise you’re less than a foot from my cock… oh Hyne… Zell. “I’ll be fine.” Another weak, less twisted smile. “Sleep does me wonders.”

Zell slowly got to his feet and nodded. Then he scuttled around the room, grabbing the waste bin and setting it by the bed, as well as getting another bottle of water from the fridge and placing it on the table by the still half-full one, before leaning down and kissing Seifer’s forehead, right between his eyebrows, across his scar.

He shuddered a little at the kiss. Zell always did that, and it had always affected him on some level. That level was just getting deeper. No matter how dangerous and sexy it made him look, it was a scar. He hadn’t asked for it-- well, maybe a little --he hadn’t wanted it. It was a mark given to him by his rival. But Zell accepted it, even loved how it complemented the gunbladist’s face. It was like Zell was accepting everything about him, every time he kissed that scar. It sent an almost painful twang through Seifer’s heart.

“I’ll come check on you in the morning, Seif,” he said with a soft smile, hand sliding from where it had rested on the taller blond’s broad shoulder, and slipping out the door to let his friend sleep.

It took Seifer no more than ten seconds to leap to his door, add two extra lock-out commands, and set to work on what was really occupying his mind at that moment. He’d be spending the rest of the day in bed alright. Oh hyne… Zell. You don’t even realise what you do to me. Eight inches from my cock and you don’t even notice. Fuck…

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Selphie skipped down the hall, nunchaku flailing around and miraculously not hitting anyone. That may have had something to do with the fact that everyone kept an extra distance from her when her weapon was not holstered, or within her grasp.

When she came down the main hall to the dorms she stopped. She had meant to talk to Seifer about him being a stupid idiot but hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Now, here she was, nothing to do and pretty close to where he might be.

So, Selphie turned down the hall and holstered her nunchaku, skipping off to Seifer’s dorm. She was pretty sure he wouldn’t like the conversation, so it was just good she happened to have her nice, shiny Strange Vision all ready in case he needed a thwacking.

She slowed down as she neared his room, stopping at his door and knocking politely. When no ‘who the fuck is it?’ or door answering occurred in about twenty seconds she tried again. When that proved useless as well she leaned up against the sheet of metal and listened closely.

Selphie blinked. Someone was definitely inside, so why weren’t they answering? Seifer was probably being stupid and not answering the door cause he didn’t want to be bothered. Besides, Zell just walked in anyway.

Well, Selphie Tilmitt was not going to be ignored. She entered Seifer’s code, how she got it having never been figured out, and got a nice red light and a rather angry sounding beep in her face for it. She cocked an eyebrow and looked at the panel, pressing a few more buttons and noticing the lock-outs.

That won’t stop me! She mentally cheered herself on and set to work on the panel next to Seifer’s door. Several minutes of blips, beeps, random swears and much pounding later, the door whooshed open and Selphie stormed in, the door swishing closed behind her.

The sight that “welcomed” the spunky brunette was a rather pleasant one, albeit totally something that could cause a gunblade bullet to find its way into her body, most likely her head. She pursed her lips and headed into the kitchen to find something to eat while Seifer finished. You did not want to interrupt Mr. Almasy when he was in the middle of something. Or, more accurately, right near the end of something.

She had just sat down in front of the TV and turned on a home improvement show, since one seemed to be on somewhere all the time, a sandwich already half eaten, when Seifer finished his current activity with a loud cry of Zell’s name.

The brunette’s brows furrowed as she took a huge, vicious bite out of her poor, innocent sandwich. Why did she have to always get involved? Oh, that’s right, because she was Selphie Tilmitt, matchmaker and problem-fixer extraordinaire. But this was getting insane.

It took Seifer a rather long time to come down from his high and calm enough to become aware of his surroundings again. The first thing he noticed when he “came to” was the sound of his television. Not only was it on, which confused him, but what was on didn’t sound like anything he’d ever watch. The hell…?

A little while after the confusion shifted to something between bewilderment, anger and curiosity, he propped himself up on his elbows and turned his head towards the “living room” area, catching sight of Selphie through the open door and damn near squeaked. “Selphie?! What the fuck??”

Selphie turned her head away from the television to catch Seifer scrambling to get the covers up around his body. She turned off the program and got up, heading over to the bed and grabbing a chair on her way. She sat down and looked/glared at him.

He was pretty much mimicking her look. What the fuck was she thinking? Why the hell was she in his room, watching his TV, while he was doing… what he was doing… “How did you get in here?” he growled at her, remembering the extra lock-out commands he had used.

“I broke your codes,” she replied, and he had to wonder if she had broken the rest of his panel at the same time. “Then I let myself in, but you were busy-”

“No shit!” he cried, rather angry at her.

“So I made myself a sandwich and watched some TV until you were done,” she continued as if everything was okay, perfectly normal and acceptable.

Seifer stared at her for a good long while, adjusting the blankets around him a few times. Being naked in a room with Selphie was never high on his list of Things to Do. And it wasn’t even on his list of People to Do.

“We have to talk, Seifer.” She folded her arms over her thighs and looked at him.

“Somehow I think you’re going to badger me and I’m going to grumble about it the whole time.” He frowned and moved to the other side of the bed, as far from her as was possible. Stupid edge of bed getting in his fucking way. Falling out was not something he felt like doing, even if sneaking under the bed after he fell and away from his tormentor did sounds rather good.

“What are you trying to do, Seifer?” she whined at him. “Zell and Irvine are a couple. Zell loves Irvine, and I know Irvine loves Zell. You can’t have him. And you said you were going to just let it go away-”

“Yeah, well I can’t!” he shot back at her. Maybe he could have remained calm if she hadn’t brought up love and Irvine, but she had, so now she was screwed. “First off I don’t give a fuck about Irvine. He’s your friend, he’s Zell boyfriend but I am free to hate his fucking guts, thank you very much.”

“Don’t talk about him like that.” Selphie’s face was hard set. This was very quickly becoming a dangerous argument. Warning, warning, ex-sorceress’ knight and explosion-girl are knocking heads! Run for the hills!

“I’ll talk about him how I like, Selphie. I don’t give a damn about him. I hate him. He took my Zell away. He took away the only thing I had after all that sorceress shit.”

“No one took anyone away, Seifer. You still have Zell. He’s still your best friend,” she tried to disperse the anger from her voice and speak gently to him. It was just really freaking hard right now.

Seifer glared at the foot of his bed. Selphie was probably the second closest friend he had at Garden, and that kind of disturbed him in a number of ways. But he couldn’t bring himself to glare at her. “He did too take him away. I never see him anymore. He’s always making out with Irvine behind a bush, or against a wall, or under a table-”

“I don’t think they make out under tables.”

“Yeah, well I wouldn’t put it past them,” he grumbled. “Why me? Why after all the shit, when I’m finally getting my life back, does the one person I love more than anything get taken from me? It’s like she’s still fucking with me. Either that or her and Miss Fate went to preschool together and she called in a fucking favor...”

Selphie had to stop herself from laughing at that. It was pretty amusing to picture a miniature Ultimecia and a tiny Fate playing with blocks on the floor. ‘No, the kastle must be like this,’ she imagined little Ultimecia say. ‘No, it will fall if you do that,’ little Fate would reply.

But it didn’t take long for the desperation, hurt and loss in Seifer’s words to sink in. She, or more correctly, Anasha had been right. He was in love. It wasn’t just a physical attraction. Heck, a lot of people had physical attractions for Seifer, Zell, Irvine, pretty much all the Heros and the “Villian”. Being famous did that to a person. Being famous led to fanbases.

“He should be mine,” Seifer mumbled to his covers. “I had him and I let him get away, because I was too stupid to see. I felt things for him, since before Irvine… and I just didn’t clue in…”

Selphie bounded from the chair and onto the bed in one deer-like motion, her arms wrapping around the nearly broken blond. “Seifer, I hate that you’re trying to ruin them. And there isn’t a hope in all of hell that I’ll even remotely help you get Zell back. And I will do everything I can to keep Irvine as happy as he is with Zell. I’d rather you’d give up on him, but I can see, and sure as hell did see that isn’t going to happen. The ringing in my ears proves they know it too.”

Seifer groaned at her. At least he wasn’t going to get tied to his couch and forced to watch shows filled with happy bunnies, unicorns, and butterflies until he promised to stop pursuing the fighter.

“Even if you’re being a stupid shit, I don’t want to see you like this. I know!” she chirped far too cheerily as an idea hit her, unfortunately not hard enough to knock her out. “We should go on a man hunt! Get you laid! See if that helps!”

Seifer just groaned again and nodded. It was the easiest way out at the moment. He could avoid this so called “man hunt” as much as possible later, but agreeing to it now was his best chance of her leaving.

He also knew it wasn’t going to help. He loved Zell and he felt loyal to him. A loyalty stronger than the one that had developed as their friendship grew. He wasn’t going to sleep with anyone if it wasn’t Zell.

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1. Jocks before cocks, maaaan! >..> Chicks before dicks, bros before hoes. Etc, etc.