Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lightning. ❯ Chapter, the Forty-Eighth: In Which There is Pleasure. ( Chapter 48 )

Kitty: Ooo! Pleasure! Pleasure is good!

Eoko: I was thinking the very same thing!

Kitty: Of course you were. -digs around in her mind until she can turf Eoko out-

Eoko: Oh, give up that. It's impossible. Also! Apologizes for not having a chapter next week. We seem to be very forgetful with this new RP and our busy schedules. Sumimasen!

Kitty: Or we remember separately, then forget to mention it to each other... >_< Geh! Forgive us! We offer you pleasure in return! -points to chapter title-

Eoko: And also a second chapter this week!

Kitty: Yay! That was my decision. XD

Eoko: Sure it was. Anyway, go read!

Chapter, the Forty-Eighth: In Which There is Pleasure.

Seifer waltzed back into his room after his morning training session. He knew Zell had a miniscule, almost purely diplomatic mission to attend to before they got together. He chuckled lightly, wondering why in Hyne’s name Cid, Squall or Xu would send Zell on any sort of diplomatic mission, no matter how petty.

The gunbladist tossed his trench coat over the back of the chair at his desk and went to wash up a bit. When he came back he noticed the green blinking light on his answering machine and hit the new message button.

“Hi, Seifer, it’s me. Let’s meet up in the caf at around noon. I might be a bit late, so if I’m not there, eat something, kay? If I don’t get there by one just head back to your room and I’ll meet up with you there. Love, peace, chocobo feet.”

Seifer shook his head at that demented phrase but smiled a little anyway. He glanced at his clock then headed into his bedroom to get changed. Birthday lunch with Zell followed by whatever the little fighter had planned. The scarred blond wouldn’t even allow himself to think of what that was because if he thought about it he was far too inclined to hope for the impossible.

- - -

It was already half past twelve and Seifer had finally resorted to getting some food and sitting down in a huff to eat it. Sure Zell had said he might not be back in time, but he very rarely didn’t show up for a scheduled engagement.

He rested his chin in his palm while he chewed on his hamburger. If Zell had said noon, he should have been there at twelve-fifteen at the very latest. But he wasn’t there and it was annoying.

I know I’m being selfish, but I’m allowed to be selfish. It is my birthday! Alright, so that wasn’t the greatest excuse in the world, but who hadn’t used it at least a couple dozen times. It wasn’t a one time per birthday thing either.

After taking as long as possible to eat his lunch, Seifer had to wait a bit longer, deciding to hang around until about quarter past incase Zell came rushing in hoping he made it just in time. Ha, well, that didn’t happen.

Fuck, Seifer thought as he stalked back to his room, hands shoved in his pockets. How long was he going to have to wait now, back in his room til Zell did decide to show up? Well, at least his room had a TV and other such things that he could entertain himself with.

The gunbladist punched in his code just a touch too hard and the keys beeped at him in warning. He really hated that ‘don’t hit me that hard or I might break and you’ll have to pay to fix me’ warning sound. It made him want to hit the thing harder. Real good warning there, Garden.

He stalked right on into his room, flinging his coat off and heading to the bedroom to hang it up as the door swooshed closed behind him. He thrust open the closet and hung his coat up on its personal little hook, muttering to himself the whole time about being stood up on his birthday and all that jazz.

“Sorry,” a voice said, almost a whisper, from behind him. He turned around quickly and stared. “Sorry, Seif. But I needed you out of the room so I could get ready… I needed to make sure you would be gone long enough…” Zell bit his lip cutely. It was amazing how coy he could look if he wanted to.

“Zell?” Seifer asked in disbelief. It was really a stupid thing to say, because it was obviously Zell, but total incomprehension could do that to a person. The taller blond’s gaze shifted around the room. The lights were off and there were candles lit around, not overdone, but just set up where the space allowed. There were flower petals scattered around, on the floor, the dresser, desk, bed, any surface really; again, not overdone. And not all rose petals either. It was like a whole colorful bouquet had a run in with a toddler. Oh yea… real romantic analogy there.

And then there was Zell. Oh, Hyne, there was Zell. The little fighter laying on his bed, probed up on pillows with his hands above his head, wrapped around the wrists in what Seifer guessed was black silk. And dear sweet, merciful gods… he was naked.

- - Flashback - -

Zell had finished up his “mission” quickly. Well, since it wasn’t a mission so much as breakfast at Ma’s it really hadn’t taken that long. He was back in time to watch Seifer head out to meet him in the cafeteria.

He went over to Seifer’s room and punched in the code, balancing his box of things on his hip then slipped inside and went right for the bedroom. He put down the box and rummaged through it, biting his lip softly. Hyne…what am I doing? I… I can’t… I can’t not do this. I am horrible, and selfish, and I deserve to be locked up forever for doing what I’m going to do- what I’ve already done… but I can’t stop. I have to. I love him- I love them.

The martial artist resolved to stop thinking along those lines as he set up the bedroom. He was a romantic, but not a fully cliché sap. He had candles on the nightstand, the dresser, desk and sill, in groups of two or three. They were tastefully little displays that were unlikely to cause a fire-y accident. He did have water spells junctioned just in case though.

Red rose petals where mixed with white daises and various other flowers. He didn’t know them all, but they were pretty and would make nice potpourri later- his Ma made it sometimes, not him. He wasn’t that queer.

He scoped the room when he was done and smiled. After a quick check to see what time it was Zell made the bed, sprinkled a few more petals and started to undress. Little shivers zipped across his skin as he removed his clothes and slid onto Seifer’s covers. He lay back a moment and took a few deep breaths.

Once he felt relaxed and confident again he leaned over to grab the last couple things out of the box before pushing it out of the way. The black silk scarf he fed through the decorative holes in the headboard and lay the two ends down over his chest. He could spin the material around his wrists when Seifer came back. Until then he wasn’t going to risk severe blood loss to his fingers while he waited.

- - End Flashback - -

“Oh, Hyne… Zell…” and it didn’t take him any longer to move over to his bed and over his sweet blond fighter. He ran a gloved hand gently down the tattooed check and smiled so warmly, and so unSeiferly.

“Seifer…” Zell whispered, returning the caring smile. He leaned his cheek into the soft caress and let his eyes fall half closed. “Seif… happy birthday.”

The gloved hand stilled, cupping his cheek and jaw as the gunbladist leaned down to bestow a kiss on Zell’s slightly parted lips. He wanted to unwind his wrists and wrap his arms around the taller blond’s broad shoulders but he fought the urge, allowing Seifer to take his time and touch him a little before he joined in.

Seifer shifted his weight, lifting his hand away from Zell’s cheek to pull off one glove then the other. He threw them both to the side and splayed his hands over the fighter’s chest. This was bliss. The first time had been good, yes, but the first time Zell had been frozen to the soul and needed heat, not pleasure. This time would be different.

Zell lifted his body into the touch. It was so slow and sensual. He could feel all the love and desire washing out over his skin wherever Seifer touched him. His body moved as the hands stroked down his stomach, muscles rolling at Seifer’s will as much as his own, down his thighs, back up and over his shoulders. It felt so good to just be touched. Touched and kissed and loved.

The older boy moved away then, only slightly, enough to pull his turtleneck over his head before he came back for more. He pressed his bare skin against Zell’s, ran a palm up the fighter’s arm until his fingertips touched the silk, at which point he searched for whatever ties and knots bound the hands away from his body.

The little blond chuckled, rolling his wrists again and again, the black silk loosening and falling in slack ribbons on his shoulders and he unwound them. He wasn’t going to forfeit all control with actual bindings, nor was he going to ask someone to tie him up, although he could consider a few that would have absolutely no problem following out that particular wish.

Seifer’s eye blinked open and his lips stopped their sweet torture on his neck to inquire about the soft chuckles and the rotating of the wrist he had been inspecting. He quickly found himself laughing too. But when their eyes met the laughter faded and they were at one another in no time.

This time Zell’s arms came quick around his shoulders, pulling his smaller body against Seifer’s larger frame as their lips locked and their tongues danced against one another. Hyne, it was blissful. Everything about it was sheer joy; the other’s touch, the soft, quiet sounds, the subtle body movements. Everything was a beautiful assault on their desperate bodies, on their over active senses.

It was hard, so hard. Seifer wanted to be caught in these moments forever, to make it last and last and never end. If felt so good- so right. Everything he had ever wanted was right there in front of him- well, below him really. But it was too much, too good. He knew he’d never last. He wanted the shorter boy with such a passion it drove him so far into madness he was sane again.

Everything was so sharp and clear. Where their skin touched, pleasure flashed through their bodies, exploding in their minds like lightning. But Zell was getting just a touch fed up with the fact that Seifer was not completely undressed, and based on how Zell felt, he was pretty certain his lover didn’t like that fact much either.

He ran his hands down Seifer sides, then to the front of his pants to undo the belt, button and fly. The gunbladist grinned against his collarbone and nipped approvingly, reaching one hand down to assist Zell in ridding him of the remainder of this clothing.

“Zell…” Seifer murmured, nuzzling against the fighter’s skin and pressing close to him. “Hyne, Zell…”

His voice dripped with so much emotion that Zell was unable to soak it all up. He took in everything he was able to, basking in the feeling and radiating with the perfection of it all. “Seifer…” His voice echoed the taller blond’s, one hand curling around to sweep luxuriously up the scarred man’s spine.

Seifer’s back arched a little, drawing his body more firmly against the one beneath him. He rocked his hips against Zell’s own, causing both of them to groan and the shorter boy to buck. It was pure, heavenly bliss.

“Seifer… hn, babe, please?... I need you Seif… need you so bad…” Zell was on the verge of whining. He drew a hand up and over his head, reaching behind and over towards the bedside table. When he found what he was looking for he brought it back and tapped the little tube against Seifer’s shoulder.

The taller blond looked up from his present task of admiring the fighter’s body and cocked a brow. “Very prepared, aren’t you?” Zell nodded as Seifer’s tongue slid out along his stomach and his free hand fisted in the sheets. “But… I want this to last, Zell… I want to hold and touch you forever. I want to love you forever.”

“Oh, Seif…” the little blond dropped the tube in his hand to reach up and stroke Seifer’s cheek, then run a single fingertip down the length of the scar. “Babe, I know how you feel… I know… So I know how bad you want me, cause I want you so bad right now. Take me… please, please take me.” He brought deep sapphire blue eyes up to gaze into lust-filled jades. “I never said anything about you only getting me once today…” a slow grin spread along his face and in no time Seifer was copying it, curve for curve.

With that added knowledge the gunbladist gave into his lust, taking up the lubricant from where Zell had dropped it and set to work coating two long fingers. “You’re right, Zell… I do want you… I want you so bad…”

Zell squirmed beneath him, hardly able to wait for what he knew very well was coming. “Then you better… ehnnn… not be thinking of treatin’ me like no bottom. Prep me quick, take me hard and fast… You know I can take it anyway you can give.”

Well… if that wasn’t incredibly sexy and a wonderful initiative. He lifted Zell’s hips with one hand, the task made easier by the little fighter’s willingness to help, and with the other he pressed his two readied fingers into the smaller boy’s entrance.

Zell back arched deliciously beneath him, toned stomach pressing up against his own. He dipped his head down to lap at one of the hard nipples displayed before him, causing more wonderful little sounds to escape the fighter’s lips. Hyne, it was amazing. He didn’t scream or cry out. He made soft sounds, gentle but earnest, exactly what Seifer would have expected from a fellow top, but in no way disappointing. He was still the one to encourage those lovely sounds out from the very depths of Zell’s being.

It didn’t take long for the younger blond to start moving his hips against Seifer’s fingers. Hyne, he wanted the gorgeous, arrogant arsehole inside him. He squirmed and writhed at the wonderful attention and let his body move on its own accord. “Seif…” he murmured, one of his hands reaching up to stroke through Seifer’s golden hair. “Please? Please make love to me, Seifer…”

The scarred blond left the skin beneath his tongue and teeth in favour of crushing his lips against Zell’s. Hyne, he’d never heard more perfect, wonderful, amazing words ever spoken. The only thing that could be better was experiencing what those words meant, and he wasted no time in pursuing that goal.

In the next moment his fingers were removed, Zell not even making a sound at the loss because he knew what was to come, and he entered the younger boy in one quick yet gentle thrust, then stilled.

Zell curled his legs tightly around Seifer’s waist, drew his arms around the strong neck and broad shoulders and clung to the man above him. He never wanted to let go, and when Seifer’s arms encircled him and pulled his closer still, he felt like he’d never have to.

After what seemed like an eternity of sweet, loving perfection Seifer shifted his weight, sliding out slowing and thrusting back in with a steady, sure, intensity that rivaled that given off by Zell in the heat of battle.

Within the first few thrusts Zell’s body was attuned to the gunbladist’s and they moved together with such surety, such fluidity that it seemed as if they were born to move together. They fit so well, so amazingly well together, and the thought flew clear of his mind that Irvine fit with him just as well, just as perfectly.

Their lips touched, parted, made gentle contact with soft skin and harsher contact as they laid claim to one another. They kissed, and licked, nipped and bit at each other with a passion that bordered on animalist instinct, their bodies writhing together, moving in a rhythm that only the two of them could know or understand. No one that saw them, not even Hyne himself, would see what they saw as they moved together, felt what and how they felt.

The pace quickened, Seifer’s thrusts growing harder, quicker, and the sounds coming from the both of them escalating with the intensity of their love making. It was hot and hard, passion, desperation and so much love. It hurt, it burned, it felt so good.

Seifer was the first to fall into the blackness of sweet release. His head shot back, his mouth held open in a silent cry, eyes tight shut. His senses were lost to him for that split second in time, but he came back to hear his name called out softly against his shoulder as Zell let himself fall over the edge. They lay their together, catching their breath and holding each other tight. So far, Seifer was finding his birthday rather wonderful all in all. And it wasn’t over just yet.