Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lightning. ❯ Chapter, the Fourty-Sixth: In Which Seifer and Zell Spar. ( Chapter 46 )

Kitty: Wwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! -dances around like a maniac- Kitty is finished uni!

Eoko: And I am really not finished at all >..<.

Kitty: -glomp- It's alright! You can do it! I'll be with you all the rest of the way!

Eoko: Please, Kit. We'll be together forever and ever! Soulbuddies!

Kitty: -flashes a peace sign- Damn gay! Now! The angst is rising higher! What will Zelly do? The sensual, submissive, sassy cowboy, or the delectable, demanding, dominant gunbladist? How can he choose? -tears-

Eoko: Mmmmm..... -goes all dreamy eyed-.

Kitty: -waves her hand infront of Eoko's eyes, whispering- Ko-Ko...? Ko-Ko! Wake up!

Eoko: Oh right! Go read!

Kitty: Yeah! And enjoy it, or else! -shakes fist-

Chapter, the Fourty-Sixth: In Which Seifer and Zell Spar.

It was a nice, peaceful little Sunday. Ha, didn’t that just set the day up for utter chaos. Nothing good ever happened when the days started off nice and peacefully. It only made it easy for things to get very bad and very loud, very fast.

But so far doom hadn’t decided to knock on Zell Dincht’s door. Well, not doom as he would have taken it to be. But that’s not important. It was Sunday, two days after the Halloween party that Garden couldn’t avoid this year, even though it almost thought it had.

Zell was still fussing over the fact that Seifer had purposely offered the costume idea of a knight to him, just so he could be played as a fool. It wasn’t the exact purpose Seifer had had in mind, but the martial artist had settled on that idea and it was sticking until otherwise removed.

What made things even more annoying was that Seifer had been right. No one had commented that Zell was anything more than a Knight to Irvine’s Prince. Everyone knew they were a couple, so not only did they take the costumes for what they were at first glance, but they had been looking to make a connection between the two. Even those who didn’t agree with their relationship – you know the ones, they whooped and hollered their approval at Selphie and Anasha’s – looked, because that’s just what you do: you look for couples to match.

Anyone who saw Seifer was pretty much stunned by the sheer glory of the man topless and painted in bright, shining blues and golds. Hyne, even Zell grabbed a few eyefuls despite his incessant anger.

But the principle of the matter was Seifer had deliberately dressed as if he were Zell’s partner, and in fact, had made a point to show where he considered himself with the younger blond. A Prince and a Knight; it was a good pair, one that could make many fangirls’ minds bust at the seams with the possibilities it held. A loyal knight, devoted only to his beautiful lord, and that prince so absorbed with the handsome knight that he would risk life and limb for him.

Zell sighed lightly. Who needed to be a fangirl. That thought could have led him down a happy little fairytale fantasy there and then. Maybe he’d see if Irvine kept the costume… But back to the arrogant prick! A Knight and a Prince were all well and good, but where did that pair fit when Night and Day came striding in?

They were a subtler form of Ying and Yang, but also pretty damn blatant. Not everyone understood exactly what the black and white symbol stood for, but a child could tell you how night and day worked. Together. They were together, a perfect pair. You couldn’t live with one and not the other. They were essential to life and everything about it.

Sapphire eyes closed and his hands fisted, lifted and flew down to hit the mattress on either side of his body. Seifer had pretty much said this: “I am the sun, the air, the warmth of day, you are the deepest night, brightest stars and safest sleep of night. We belong together, on the world, above it and around.” And where does a Prince fit with the moon and the starts and the hot burning sun? Far away on the planet below.

Oh! It made him so angry! It was almost worse than the gunbladist actually coming right up to him and telling him exactly where he thought Irvine should go. Except Zell was quite certain it would be to a place far less pleasant than “on the planet”. Sometimes he hated that he understood the older blond so well.

Two days since then. Well, barely. More like a day and a very little bit. Two days until something else too. Zell’s eyes flickered open again to look at his clock and the mini-calendar behind it. December 20th. Just a couple more days until Seifer’s nineteenth. He smiled to himself. It would be the first one of their birthdays they’d be spending together as friends… or, whatever they were at this point.

He’d always liked the fact that even though Seifer was born the year before, he’d been a very late birthday, and therefore held back, entering in the same year as Squall. The other part of the factor he liked was since he was an early birthday-baby Seifer was only technically – and by technically we all know that means in terms of numbered age and not year of birth – older than him for two and a half months of the year.

Of course, Quistis and Seifer, whether it was just the fact that they were born in the previous year, or they really cared, tired to argue the other side of the ‘who’s older than who’ argument. They were a year older and it wasn’t either of their faults that their birthdays were late.

“Oh, Seif…” Zell sighed, turning his head back to stare straight up at the ceiling. “Why do you have to do this to me? And what am I going to do for your birthday? It’s big, really big. I don’t think we’ve even exchanged presents since we were what, four? Five? Not on birthdays anyway…” he sighed again and rolled onto his side. “I know what you want, Seif. I know, but I can’t. I can’t do that to Irvine… not even for your birthday, and it wouldn’t be fair to you either. I can’t lead you on… like I have been. I have to stop!” he nearly shouted at the end. He was talking to himself, and frankly he didn’t care. Hearing the words in his own ears made them sound more solid, more certain. It made him more sure of himself.

“Hey.”

Zell pulled his arm back from over his eyes. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been laying there, but it must have been for a bit. He blinked his eyes open and looked up at who had entered his room, giving them a smile. “Time to go already?”

“Almost, I’m a bit early,” he said, half turning to take a seat on the edge of the mattress next to the martial artist. “You sleep in, or are you sick?”

“Neither you big dummy. I’m dressed aren’t I?” Zell chuckled and swatted at the hand running very gently over his torso. “If I were sick I’d be wearing my fuzzy chocobo pajama pants, and if I had slept in, I’d be under the covers in even less.”

“Well, that’s true. I know your sleeping habits. So what are you doing in bed still, chickie?” Seifer shifted his fingers to link loosely with Zell’s, smiling down at him.

The younger blond’s fingers tightened around his and tugged, lifting himself into a sitting position. “Just thinking about stuff. We going to go, or what?”

Seifer gave him a sly grin and leaned forward to just about kiss the other boy’s lips. “Well, that depends entirely on what the ‘or what’ stands for.”

Zell chuckled and placed his hand over Seifer’s face, giving him a shove backwards as he swung his legs up, over the blond, and down to come to rest on the floor. He got to his feet and grinned over his shoulder at the sprawled gunbladist. “The ‘or what’ implies nothing, as it almost always does, so move your arse. You still don’t have a decent counterpunch and your footwork is crap.”

The scarred blond gave a little half pout before pulling himself to his feet. “And I’m not a hand-to-hand fighter, so I have an excuse.”

“I’m really more of a hand-to-gut, foot-to-head fighter, don’t you think?” Zell smirked, taking two wide steps before moving into a roundhouse kick that only just missed nicking Seifer’s nose.

The taller of the two couldn’t decide if he was startled by having Zell’s foot that close to hitting him, and not, or by the fact that the fighter was that flexible so early in the morning. He’d had to have done stretches already, or that would have had to pull something.

“I like your outfit by the way,” Zell commented on the tight, high collared, sleeveless shirt with the deep v-cut neckline, and the almost loose fitting track pants that still showed the nice shape of the blond’s backside. If Seifer was anything, he was fashionable, or hot… or both. “Is that spandex?” he chuckled and headed out the door, Seifer right on his heels.

“Fuck no. I’m gay, I’m not a pansy.”

“Uh, Seifer, I don’t think it really works that way.” He pinched at the material, pulling it away and letting go to watch it snap back against toned abs. He arched a brow in question.

“Obviously it has some spandex-like material in the blend,” the gunbladist said, rolling his eyes.

“Yea, like the peacock green part is spandex and the black trim is polyester.”

“Could a spandex collar even stay up?”

“If it had some support I’m sure it could.”

“This is a really messed up conversation.”

“I’m going to agree with you on that one.”

The two of them chuckled and continued on there way down to training room C, one of the smaller rooms that Zell had booked for their little training session. Sometimes the training center just didn’t cut it anymore.

Zell was first to come to the training room door, entering his SeeD ID number to sign in. Didn’t want to lose rank because a booking wasn’t confirmed, but it had happened in the past, so it was best to just follow the simple protocols.

Seifer followed him into the room, regretting the fact that these rooms didn’t lock with simple student codes, and any lockouts would be investigated almost immediately if it was not a school wide emergency. Well, there went his ideas of any naughty business taking place.

The two grabbed the padded mats and set them out, then moved into their stretches. Since Zell had already done his basic ones he went right onto his more specialized exercises before helping Seifer through some helpful ones.

Jade eyes danced mischievously as Seifer came up from his final stretches. “Want to put a little wager on this session?” he asked, tone only slightly betraying perfect innocence. It was exactly that kind of tone that could worry Zell most.

The fighter raised a brow, one hand resting on a cocked hip. “And what exactly do you have in mind?” The set of his face plainly told Seifer that he wasn’t going to do what the taller blond probably wanted, and he wasn’t going to go easy on him either.

“Something simple,” Seifer replied. “Say, if I manage to get in a counter move, that I can take a bit of creative license with it.” He smirked a little and gave the tattooed boy a wink.

Zell was pretty sure his dear, manipulative friend wouldn’t go farther than kisses, touches and a bit of inappropriate rubbing. So it really wasn’t anything new, just added motivation for his fighting, which could prove useful since Zell really wasn’t planning to go very easy on him. A little sure, but not much. Seifer could fight hand-to-hand better than the students that had taken his class.

A nod from the younger boy caused Seifer to grin. He loved how close he could be to Zell almost as much as he hated how close they couldn’t be. But he’d been content enough to take what he could get in the blond’s presence. When he knew the fighter was with Irvine it was a completely different story.

“Shall we begin then?” Zell asked, already standing ready in the center of the mats, simple black training gloves on and raised in a defensive position.

Seifer took a moment to look the boy over. Red tank top, black track pants, eyes half narrowed in ready, waiting concentration. The way he just emanated little waves of intensity when it came to fighting. Getting right in there, up close and exchanging blows with that little ball of energy and power… felt like a bit of a thrill really.

The gunbladist moved over to stand in front of the martial artist, lifting his own hands to be ready to block, feint or punch. He expected to guard and jab, or dodge and hook since Zell had commented about his lack of countering ability. That could only mean it would be heavily tested.

And he was right. Zell was the first to attack, but too fast for Seifer to dodge or get in a hit after a block before the shorter boy danced and moved out of the way. It didn’t seem possible with how close he always seemed to be. Out and back in, around and behind, to the side, in front, down, back. He was always there and always out of harms way.

Seifer focused, guarded, guarded, and guarded again while he watched the fighter. He watched the quick moves, the way toes barely touched the ground before sending the petite body in another direction. He let his mind follow the fighter when he eyes couldn’t quite do it, let his body become attuned to a rhythm it could barely keep up with. But when he got it, when he was in complete sync with the tattooed boy, he could follow, unleashing a hook and a jab of his own.

Zell easily ducked under the first fist and caught the other in his palm. The blows were pulled, less than half their full potential, but they were in no way fake hits. They were real, not choreographed and now and then one hit harder than was meant, mostly on Zell’s side of things.

As the duel drew on, the fighter was pleased how Seifer kept up. Their eyes remained locked, just as he had told his students, their limbs moving only a moment after the others. Even before Zell had his arm pulled back to throw a punch, Seifer’s hand was already lifting to deflect the blow or absorb it into an open palm (1).

It continued on, Seifer tiring quicker than Zell, and noting that he’d made very few successful counterattacks. And when he did, he hadn’t had time to put a “creative touch” to it. He didn’t have quite the stamina the younger boy had when it came to this particular activity, and if he was going to get what he wanted, he’d have to wait for just the right attack to counter, and make it his own.

He didn’t have to wait long. By some stroke of sheer luck, or Zell letting down his defenses slightly on purpose, Seifer was able to step in, around a punch, Zell’s hook wrapping around his neck instead of hitting the taller boy in the shoulder. Instead of a quick jab to the fighter’s side, the gunbladist wrapped his arm around Zell’s waist, his other hand coming up on a diagonal across his back to curl over his shoulder.

Zell’s hand relaxed from its fist to lay flat against his opponent’s shoulder blade. The movements were just as fast paced as the ones that had preceded them, only far less combat-styled.

In the next moment Seifer’s head dipped, Zell’s lifted and their lips locked in a kiss that rivaled the intensity of their dual. They wasted no time in tender touches, lips parting and tongues darting out to run against each others’ almost immediately.

- - -

Squall flipped the mission request he was reading back to the front page and placed it down on his desk. It was a rather odd, simple request, but he found it a little tricky to wrap his brain around exactly what they were asking.

He tapped it a couple times with one finger then leaned back in his chair to contemplate it a bit more. What he needed was a consult. He wasn’t exactly known to go looking for a second opinion, and if he did, it was usually one of the other commanders at Garden, or the headmaster, but this report called for someone more specialized in certain techniques.

In short, he needed to get a hold of Zell. Not only had Squall come to realize Zell knew a little bit about almost any topic imaginable, he was certain the energetic blonde knew quite a lot about what was required for this particular mission.

Now, the problem was locating him. He could simply call the fighter to his office, but he really did dislike using the speaker system, especially when he wasn’t being forced into saying something school-wide. But Zell was a trick to find sometimes. If he wasn’t “playing” with Seifer we was almost always playing with Irvine, and you never knew which or when.

He glanced at his computer. There was always the ever useful student locator. It wasn’t as if they had chips on each person, but the system did record the last card or ID use. So, he’d be able to tell if Zell was in his dorm room. If he wasn’t, he could see if Seifer or Irvine were in their’s, which would most likely be where Zell would be too.

Squall sat up straight again and entered Zell’s first and last name into the search box after starting up the program. He cocked a brow at his luck. Zell last used his ID number to sign in for the use of one of the training rooms. Along with that info he also discovered the time that was booked had yet to expire. There was a very good chance Zell was still there. He picked up the report and left his office.

The brunet arrived at the training room quickly and reached out to press the ‘door open’ button. With a quiet swish the metal door slide open and he took a step inside, only to stop, still in the doorframe.

His brow arched and a small smile tugged at one corner of his lips. The pair in front of him were certainly putting on a show. Their arms wrapped tight around each other, hands groping and fingers gripping tight at bits of clothing. It really was a pretty entertaining, and arousing sight to see. Both blonds had so much desperate passion built up in their entire bodies, fueling their heated kiss. Such passion, such desperation told Squall one thing right off the bat; they hadn’t slept together since the mission.

He crossed his arms, tapped his finger against the report once and then turned to leave. He’d have to make sure he secured a copy of the video tape of this particular training session. Squall wasn’t one to use blackmail. He wouldn’t use the tape to get Seifer to sweeten up around him, or to have Zell become his little maid, but it certainly had a very useful purpose or two.

The commander headed back to his office, smirking a little. Those cameras had never bothered him, but he hadn’t ever expected them to prove to be quite so useful. Then again, they had stopped all delinquent activity in the laundry room, but that had never affected him directly anyway.

It was very easy to get a copy of the tape. All he had to do was write a short note to the department in charge of video surveillance to make a copy of the Training Room C tape during the time Zell had scheduled it. He was also sure that there’d be at least one copy made shortly after regardless. There was a notorious fangirl on the surveillance squad and all she needed to do was say she needed to take a closer look, and she got a private copy for her and her friends. Didn’t bother Squall though. Public place, public information. If you made out in a shopping market, or in a military classroom, people were going to see you, sometimes just not person-to-person.

- - -

Seifer pulled away panting, arms still wrapped tightly around the little bundle in his arms. Both he and Zell were audibly trying to get oxygen into their bodies. They’d moved directly from intense combat to a heated, passionate kiss that had lasted quite a decent amount of time. It wasn’t any thirty-one hour record kiss, but it certainly compromised their bodies’ taking in enough needed air for a while (2).

“Let’s go back to my room,” Seifer whispered, nuzzling the tip of his nose into the sun-blond hair just above Zell’s ear, warm breath brushing against the marital artist’s weak spot.

He shuddered a little, clinging tighter to Seifer and nodded. He couldn’t stop himself, not when he was with the taller blond. The way he felt just being around him was enough to make him give into almost any one of the gunbladist’s whims.

They parted reluctantly, bodies already feeling a little cooler after growing accustomed to the warmth another person brought. Jade eyes looked deep into the sapphire blues and Zell couldn’t help but smile. Hyne, he wanted to just be near Seifer. He knew, knew he couldn’t sleep with him, but just to lay with him, kiss him, feel his hands against his skin.

As a little tingle danced up his spine, Zell headed to the door to the training room, Seifer quick to follow. He entered his code a second time to sign out of the room and then the two were off en route to the older boy’s dorm. Amazingly they were able to keep to a fairly normal pace, and started some random conversation to mask the pure desire for each other and getting to a private place as soon as possible.

Seifer was the first to arrive at his room, entering the code and letting Zell step in before entering himself. He turned back to the panel to enter a couple of lock out commands while Zell’s arms wrapped loosely around his waist.

The gunbladist turned in the arms around him and smiled down at Zell. He made a little motion with his chin and the tattooed boy rewrapped his arms around his neck and hopped up to wrap his legs around Seifer’s waist.

Leaning against the door for a moment, the taller blond cupped his hands under the fighter to hold him up and kissed him softly. Then he headed for the bedroom, Zell curled around him, head bent and mouth working little hickey-making miracles low on his neck, one hand pulling down the very spandex-like collar to achieve his task.

When they got into the bedroom, and more importantly, to the bed, Seifer half placed, half fell with Zell onto the mattress. The smaller boy chuckled and squirmed a little, Seifer’s frame completely covering him and making him feel small, possessed and protected. It was, overall, a very thrilling little feeling indeed.

Seifer’s lips came back to his, hard and needy, bare arms resting on either side of his body. One of the gunbladist’s legs rested on the outside of his own, the other between his, knee pressed right up against his growing desire. Hyne, how could he want Seifer so much? How could he be at this level of need without having felt very strongly about the other blond for a very long time? And if he had, how had he not seen it?

He moaned into Seifer’s mouth, body arching against the toned, muscled one above him. His arms curled around the older boy’s neck and waist, allowing him to easily lift himself to press closer, or pull Seifer down if he so chose. But in the mean time he was going to savor the taste and the feel of the one above him pillaging his mouth.

After what seemed like both an eternity and only a few seconds, Zell came far enough out of his little cloud of absolute pleasure to feel Seifer’s hand reaching into his track pants to find the drawstring. Immediately his brain cleared with a single thought rushing through his mind; Irvine. Hyne, if he wasn’t going to be this awful to the cowboy and indulge himself with the gunbladist he had better get his act together and tell said gunbladist he was not going to sleep with him.

His hand slid down to find Seifer’s, wrapping his fingers around his wrist and extracting the hand from his pants. This caused the taller blond to stop his current task of sucking on Zell’s neck to look curiously at him. He’d been very pleased with how far Zell’d already allowed him to take things and was hoping beyond anything he should have, that he would not be stopped this time.

“Seifer…” Zell said quietly, eyes hurt and apologetic before they turned away.

The older boy narrowed his eyes a moment, then lifted himself off the perfect little creature that was his chicken wuss. “Let me guess; you can’t do it…?”

His tattoo shifted a little as he frowned and looked out the window. He could do nothing but shake his head. He couldn’t. He couldn’t betray Irvine anymore than he already had. Hyne, just the kissing was bad enough. Just the fact that he loved another man. Somehow all the little sayings of how you couldn’t choose who you loved didn’t seem to give him any comfort in the situation.

“I should go,” he said softly, slowly shifting from his position still half under his amazing best friend.

Seifer frowned deeply, a heavy anger starting to boil up in the pit of his stomach. How could Zell do this to him?? He knew how the fighter felt about him. He’d seen it in his eyes, felt it in his kisses and the evidence that lay, still very obvious, between his legs.

He reached out and grabbed the fighter’s wrist without even thinking, slowly turning to look into eyes that were already staring at him in subtle bewilderment. He wasn’t sure if that was because Zell had some notion that he would force something, or that Zell found it incredibly surprising that Seifer thought he could force anything.

“Seifer, wha…?” he started, giving a very little tug at his wrist.

“Don’t worry, Zell. I wouldn’t try to force you into something even if I could. I love you, remember?” He saw the way Zell’s eyes shook a little and filled with warmth and sadness at hearing the intensity in that one word. “It hurts, Zell. It hurts to be so close to you, to get so far gone in just being with you and then having it ripped away.” He knew the words would hurt, but he hurt already. “You won’t sleep with me because of Irvine, but you can at least do me one other favor instead.”

Zell furrowed his brows. He didn’t have any idea what Seifer might be suggesting, or expecting of him. “And what’s that?” he wondered aloud.

“Stay here and watch what you do to me. Watch what you force me to do since I can’t have you.” It was going to be a punishment. If Zell couldn’t chose, if he was going to care for both of them and be with both of them, he was going to see exactly what he was doing.

Seifer rolled off of him complete and lounged in a half sitting, half laying position against his pillows. The first thing he did was take off the training gloves, then closed his eyes. It was bad enough when Zell wasn’t there, but if he had to look at the fighter he certainly wouldn’t be able to imaging anything but his own hand.

Sapphire eyes widened a little as Seifer’s hand slid into his track pants, undoing the tie-string and quickly revealing he’d decided not to wear any sort of underwear today. Zell wasn’t one to blush very often, nor was this the first time he’d seen Seifer’s more… personal anatomy, so he didn’t.

The gunbladist ran his hand up and down his length, muscles tightening and relaxing as the little waves of pleasure rippled through his body. At first his brow was furrowed slightly, trying to concentrate on one of his delicious little fantasies and forget Zell was sitting on the edge of his bed. It was still marginally embarrassing to be touching himself in the presence of even Zell. Maybe if the shorter blond was teasingly cooing in his ear and encouraging him to go on it would be more entertaining. Actually, that wasn’t a bad fantasy to work with. At least it could “explain” the weight next to him on the mattress.

Zell had a good mind to look away, to the other side of the room, or out the window, but he wasn’t listening to the good ideas his mind might be throwing his way. He could see where Seifer was coming from. Instead of staring at some inanimate object, he let his eyes wander from the older’s boy’s face, to his working hand, back to his face, more relaxed.

The martial artist bit his lip slightly as Seifer’s breath started to come heavier, turning quickly into pants and the occasional gasp for air. His ears rang when his name fell from those parted lips, the tone pleading and desperate. He could sense the begging was part of whatever daydream Seifer was wrapping himself up in, but that begging was still for him, and it made his heart tighten and skip a beat.

He knew how the scarred blond felt. He’d “fled” from previous embraces and wonderful little moments, back to his room and right into the shower to take care of his problem before Irvine ever found out about it. There was only so many times he could say he’d been thinking about the sharpshooter.

Another half-strangled cry of Zell’s name slipped passed Seifer’s lips, his body arching into his own hand, and the pace of that hand growing harder, faster. Men could be so rough with themselves when all they sought was that sweet ecstasy of release.

His skin tingled at the sounds the taller boy made, his heart ached at the sound of his name, his eyes trembled at the very sight of the gunbladist. He couldn’t take it. It was his fault for so much of this. If he’d tried harder a year ago, maybe he’d have been with Seifer then. Or he could have realized his actions and toned them down so their friendship never escalated, and he could have been perfectly happy with Irvine alone. But that wasn’t how things had happened at all, and now Seifer was demonstrating exactly what he had to “suffer” through when Zell left him, high and dry, and damn hard.

Seifer growled deeply, torn out of his fantasy when his wrist was grabbed firmly and pulled away. He was just about to glare at Zell good and hard when his head whipped back and a gasp of pleasure ripped its way free of his throat. He didn’t need a fantasy anymore, but he couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, not just yet. So instead he moved one hand down his body, then up to curl his fingers into Zell’s hair.

Uh… it felt good. So good. Hot and wet, strong tongue dancing precisely along his length. He’d heard from others as well as Zell himself that he was not the type to lay back and expect to be sucked off regularly by his little sub and not return the favor. Seifer’d just never realized exactly how often Zell must have returned the favor. He was good, very good, and it was a very good thing he was also strong enough to hold down the gunbladist’s hips because Seifer had absolutely no will of his own to manage that task.

Zell’s eyes remained blissfully shut, face calm and relaxed as he teased, played and sent pleasure through the older boy’s body. He didn’t have to, or want to try to imagine that he was with Irvine. For one thing, he knew Irvine’s cock quite well enough to know that this was not it, and besides, he loved Seifer just as much as he loved his cowboy, and giving pleasure to those he loved was one of his very favorite past times.

Seifer would have tried to school this thoughts, think of very unarousing things, such as Rinoa, to hold off on his climax, but for one, he didn’t want to ruin this wonderful feeling with thoughts of naked women and annoying cartoons, and for another, he didn’t think he could focus on anything long enough to subdue his emotions or his body.

He gave in, completely. He didn’t think about anything but Zell, and found enough courage to crack open his eyes and look down at the sight that lay in front of him. And that was all it took for him to lose everything. His head tossed back and rolled left and right against the pillows as he brought his hand to his mouth, biting hard into the flesh to muffle a scream of Zell’s name.

The shorter blond’s hand tightened around Seifer’s waist, swallowing down all that he had to give. He pulled away slowly, carefully licking away all evidence of the taller boy’s pleasure. Blue eyes lifted tentatively up to meet warm jades and a smile formed on his lips. Without even realizing he had moved, he found himself wrapped tightly in Seifer’s arms, holding onto the other boy with just as much need.
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1. Has Eoko ever taken martial arts? Nope. Kickboxing? Uh-uh. Boxing even? Not even a day. Amazing what you can do with confidence and a couple of looked up terms. ^^ Also known as bullshitting people.

2. The Guinness World Record for Longest Kiss is 30 hours, 59mins, and 27sec. It kinda urks me when people have the characters absolutely desperate for air after a few minutes. They’d have to be damn near “eating each others faces” to get even close to that.