Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lightning. ❯ Chapter, the Fourty-Second: In Which Zell and Seifer are on the Same Fucking Wavelength. ( Chapter 42 )

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Chapter, the Fourty-Second: In Which Zell and Seifer are on the Same Fucking Wavelength.

The search went along much as it had the bay before. Mutilated monster corpses were found strewn across the trail the two blonds followed, paths of blood-red snow showing the creature’s slight changes in direction.

Both of the young SeeDs continually questioned what exactly they were going to come across. It was huge, they knew this not only from the size of its prey, but also by tracks they had found, made after the last snowfall.

They put on brave faces for each other, but probably more for themselves. They could let their guard down and be safe with just the two of them, but the mysterious creature they were tracking made them tense and wary.

Zell wanted it dead, now. He wanted to go home to Irvine and warmer weather. But this didn’t look like an easy kill-and-go mission anymore. This was going to be hard.

Seifer had mixed feelings over the matter. A longer mission gave him more chances to seduce Zell into his bed. Well, their “bed” really, but he wasn’t exactly looking forward to coming face-to-face with the heart and brain eater. A shiver ran through the taller boy’s frame and it wasn’t from the cold.

They stopped shortly for lunch and a quick little meeting on the mission so far. “We can’t just run in and kill it. It’s a lot worse than I thought it was going to be.”

“The amount of junctioning didn’t tip you off sooner?” Seifer asked, leaning against his snowmobile, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah, yeah, that tipped me off, but still, I didn’t expect this, did you?”

“No,” Seifer replied after swallowing a bit of his lunch. “But we can take it.”

“I know we can. We’ll just have to monitor it for a bit before we attack. Find out if it has any weaknesses. I’m sure Ifrit will come in real handy, but we don’t want to just rely on him.”

The taller blond nodded as he chewed more of his food. This particular meal wasn’t quite as bad as the previous three. Wasn’t exactly good either.

“How fast do you think it is?” Zell wondered aloud, looking up from his shoes. “Those corpses are getting pretty fresh and we still haven’t caught up to it yet.”

“Well, it’s obviously pretty fast then. I doubt it’s agile though. With the body mass it has to have, can’t move that kinda build around very quickly. Not in anything other than a straight line.” He finished his food and dusted his hands together.

“Then we have something else to our advantage.” Zell smiled a little. “Remind me to kill Squall for sending us on this mission, when we get back.”

“No problem. Would be glad to.” Seifer made a mental note not to mention he had volunteered for it first. “Wanna head back out? We must be gaining on it by now.”

Zell groaned but nodded. He couldn’t put off his mission like a kid trying to avoid his choirs. He was actually getting rather good pay for this anyways.

The two SeeDs climbed back onto their vehicles and headed off along the path of beaten monsters and bloody mess.

It was just as Zell was about to call a stop to set up camp that his radio cracked to life.

“Zell!” Seifer’s voice shouted over the slight static. “There!”

Sapphire eyes widened and looked to the side to see Seifer pointing out in front of him. He followed the pointing hand to its target, and there, not more than one hundred meters ahead of them was a great, feasting Snowlion… thing.

“Slow down,” Zell said calmly as he reduced his speed and angled off to the left. Seifer followed close behind him, coming to a stop by the other snowmobile.

They would set up camp here after they took a closer look on foot. The tattooed SeeD motioned with his hand for Seifer to join him. When he was off his vehicle and at Zell’s side the shorter blond went over his plan.

“Okay, I just want to get a good look at that bastard. We stay close, quiet and no charging in for battle.”

Seifer gave him a no-fucking-duh look, but nodded his understanding nonetheless.

Side by side the two SeeDs crept up behind a snow bank near the monster and cautiously peered over the top. The beast was in the middle of tearing off the top of its prey’s skull. Seifer cringed a little but shrugged it off. And he thought he’d been mind-fucked. (Oh hardy har har har)

“Seif,” Zell whispered, placing his hand gently on his partner’s arm. With the other he pointed past the feasting monster to a dark hollow in the side of a ragged cliff-face.

About the dark hole were strewn numerous carcasses of all sizes, some left mostly intact save for shattered skulls and broken chests. Others were torn apart to beyond recognition. It was a ghastly sight indeed and no doubt the creature’s den.

“I am not going in there to fight that thing,” Seifer hissed as his eyes darted from the cave to the monster.

“Glad we’re on the same fucking wavelength there, Almasy,” Zell growled.

Seifer knew that tone. It was mission leader, serious, demanding, dominating Zell. Okay, little bit turned on. Fucking Zell. … more turned on…

Zell lifted his head a little further over the bank of snow. There were five distinct paths the Snowlion of Doom had made, webbing out from the beaten snow around the cave.

Thankfully, the camp-to-be sat nestled nicely between two of these paths, with no sign of the beast ever venturing close to it. For some reason it seemed to move in straight lines rather than circling out from its home. Very odd. But it could prove to be an added advantage if the great beast didn’t like to turn around and around.

“Back to camp,” Zell said, moving backwards before getting to his feet. “I don’t even want to think about that thing anymore today.”

Seifer made no argument, following his mission companion back to the two snowmobiles and started setting up the tent between a fissure in a small rock face. The tent just fit, and behind it the crack quickly closed up. In front was enough space that, should the Snowlion of Doom come across them, it would not be able to reach the tent. Good thing too. Added security was always good when sleeping on the enemy’s doorstep.

Just as the night before, everything they would need was tossed into the tent before the two boys crawled inside. Once again Seifer set up the heater-lamp, but with Zell’s incentive he set it properly to avoid another handsicle down his spine.

The two stripped and cuddled up under the blankets, talking over the plan for the next day before they ate dinner.

“What do you think it hunts by? Sight? Smell? Hearing?” Zell asked, head nestled against Seifer’s shoulder.

“Sight, I’d expect. Sees something in its path and charges it down. Doubt it could smell anything but blood around here.”

Zell scrunched up his nose, looking very cute. “I can smell the blood around here. Among other things. Yuck.”

Seifer chuckled and ran his fingers through Zell’s hair. “So can I, but it’s not too bad. Imagine inside that cave.”

“I’d rather not, Seif.” Zell’s face twisted even more in disgust as he unwillingly did imagine it. “We’ll kill it soon. After we monitor it for a bit, then we’ll make up a plan and go in for the kill. Then we can go home.”

“That’ll be nice,” Seifer half-lied. As awful as “backpacking” the remote Trabian wilderness, it was not as awful as one, Irvine Kinneas. “A lot warmer back home too.”

“Yeah,” Zell murmured, snuggling closer to the heat of Seifer’s body. “And no evil snowlion… things.”

“You ever fought a normal one before?” Seifer queried, hand shifting to stroke Zell’s arm.

“Mhmm, fucking bastards. Takes forever to kill ‘em. It’s like they got super-invincible health or something. It’s not like the normal ones have any special defenses really. Just a lot of health.”

“So, we beat on it, and then we beat on it, and then we beat on it some more?”

“Pretty much,” Zell murmured, closing his eyes.

“You tired, Zell? Was sitting on your arse all day riding that snowmobile too much work for you?”

Zell lazily smacked Seifer. “No, it’s boring and makes me lazy. And we have a big two or three days left to go, so we need sleep.”

I can tell you what I need, you blind little runt… Seifer sighed and rested his chin on top of Zell’s head. “Yeah, yeah, mission, sleep, fight, home. I know.”

“Yeah, home,” Zell whispered, smiling brightly and nuzzled his cheek against Seifer’s chest.

And so Seifer went a second night in Trabia without fulfilling his desires. But they still had time. He still had time. Zell would be his. He had to be.

- - -

Seifer shifted as he began to wake, wrapping his arm tighter around Zell and pulling him closer. A small smile tugged at his lips as he took a deep breath of Zell’s hair.

Jade eyes blinked open to see the tattooed boy still asleep at his side. Seifer’s smile widened. He was so beautiful. Sleeping peacefully curled against the gunbladist’s body, keeping them both warm.

Whether it was because his mind was still half asleep, or because he couldn’t wait any longer Seifer didn’t know. He shifted to prop himself up on an elbow and bent his head to run the tip of his nose over Zell’s cheek.

The younger blond smiled in his sleep at the gentle, affectionate touch and turned his face so his nose bumped Seifer’s, effectively bringing their lips that much closer.

Seifer took this as silent encouragement whether it was or not, and pressed his lips gently against Zell’s. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and his heart felt as if it were flying. Yes, it was most certainly love.

Zell’s arms lifted to link around Seifer’s neck, lips moving slowly against the older boy’s. What a pleasant way to wake up; being kissed like you were all that mattered in the world.

It felt so good and gentle, but still dominant- hold on… Zell’s sleep-fogged mind was beginning to register something. Since when did Irvine wake him up with kisses like that? Since when did he wear clothes to bed? Since when was his in bed?? He was on a mission damnit! And that meant…

“Seifer…” Zell whispered and the gunbladist did all he could not to lose himself when he heard his name from those lips. He pulled back just slightly and ran kisses along the younger boy’s cheek and jawline.

Zell squirmed a little. It felt so nice. But what was Seifer doing? Why was he kissing him? “Why…?” his voice was still a sleepy whisper.

“Because,” Seifer answered, kissing his lips once more, soft and gentle.

“Hn,” was all Zell could get out before he was once again returning the kiss. As the moments crawled by, and his brain cleared even slower he broke the kiss. “No… Irvine.”

Seifer turned his head to the side and scowled. Fucking cowboy. “He’s not here,” the gunbladist mumbled, knowing full well what the answer to that would be.

“That doesn’t matter, Seifer.” He frowned. Why had Seifer kissed him? Because wasn’t a very defining answer. And why were his eyes searching the taller blond’s face, trying to catch the jade gaze with his own and lingering on soft, kiss dampened lips.

Zell shook his head to clear his thoughts. No, he was just sleepy. He wasn’t fully awake. That was all it was. “We should get ready.”

“Yeah.”