Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lightning. ❯ Chapter, The Fifty-Sixth: In Which There is a Banana. ( Chapter 56 )

Kitty: Why do I always have to start the notes?

Eoko: Cause you have for the last 55 chapters?

Kitty: Yes, but why is that? Do you ever wonder?

Eoko: No, I make you do them. You did the first chapter of the fic and all.

Kitty: Is that really the reason, or did you just make that up right now?

Eoko: I don't know. I got used to it and stopped thinking about it period.

Kitty: Yay! Okay. -jumps on Eoko's head-

Eoko: Go read while I dislodge this creature.

Kitty: I'm not a creature! -cries-

Chapter, The Fifty-Sixth: In Which There is a Banana.

Seifer was the first to wake the next morning. He cracked his eyes open slowly, taking in the two sleeping forms before him. He’d certainly never thought he’d be in this position. A threesome, sure, he could see that, but waking up with his lover and his lover’s other lover? Not so much- and that was far too many ‘lovers’.

The gunbladist carefully lifted himself up and slid his arms out of Zell’s grasp. He marveled at how the fighter kept his attention divided between them, even in sleep: one arm hugging his to his chest, the other curled over Irvine’s thigh-

Irvine… His eyes swept over as much of the cowboy as could be seen, completely of their own accord. It was hard to believe last night had really happened. Not since he realized he cared for the little blond between them did he even entertain the thought of sleeping with the auburn haired man. And never had any previous notions of the sort ever come close to being that good.

He gave a little smirk. Either Zell had “trained” him to be that good, or he was born to perform phenomenally in bed. It was probably a combination of the two. Of course that made him wonder if he could have brought out the same things Zell had, if the positions had been switched. And if he couldn’t, just how good a top was Zell? He’d never really had cause to ask that question.

Seifer shrugged mentally and slid out of the bed. What did it matter how good a top Zell was? He’d always play the obedient bottom to him when it all came down to it. But did that mean the blond was a switch, or just playing to his scarred lover’s tastes? He certainly never seemed at all put out by spreading his legs for the gunbladist, but as far as he knew, Zell’d only ever played bottom to one other man.

He rose a hand to massage his temples. He didn’t like Irvine. Fucking cowboy influenced far too much thinking far too soon after waking. He slipped to the side of the bed, pausing when the fighter shifted and the cowboy made a little noise. Hyne… even when he’s asleep he sounds sexy…

He shook his head and moved away from the two, searching around silently for his clothes. When he found and adorned enough to look decent in a public place, such as the hallways, he headed to the door.

“…Seifer…?” a confused little voice came from the bed.

The man in question turned to see the still mostly-asleep blond sweeping his hand across the bed where he had been a few minutes before.

“Zell. Zell, I’m here,” he said quietly, smiling at the boy.

The fighter pouted in his general direction, eyes screwed up, trying to focus through sleep. “Come back to bed,” he said, fingers running through Irvine’s hair when the cowboy shifted closer to him.

He shook his head a little. “No, Zell, I have to go. Need a shower and some breakfast. It’s not that early. Go back to sleep, I’ll see you later.” He gunbladist went back over to the bed, leaned over it to place a kiss to Zell’s forehead, and then left the room quietly.

Zell watched him go, brow furrowed and lips forming a pout. But once the door was once again closed he gave up, laying back down and pulling Irvine closer to him. In no time he was back asleep.

- - -

Seifer paused briefly outside the door, glancing back at it and remembering how last night he’d been unable to get it open. Time lock, duh. It probably reset at midnight. He shook his head and wandered off to his room.

Once there he slipped out of his clothes and made his way into the bathroom, turning on the water and waiting for it to heat up as he rubbed the heel on one hand against his eye.

Despite the fact he had been lied to, and had no gotten the wonderful night with his tattooed fighter, he couldn’t find it in him to be all that pissed about what had occurred. He wasn’t even pissed that he’d left Zell in bed with the cowboy to go back to his room alone and shower. Maybe there was something wrong with him…

He reached his hand under the spray of water, judging the temperature, and pleased with it, stepped into the shower. He tilted his head back into the beaded stream, water soaking into his blond hair and running over his shoulders and down his body in little rivulets.

The warmth of the water soaked into his skin and he closed his eyes with a gentle sigh. That action however caused an image of last night to spring to the front of his mind. Irvine. More rightly, Irvine when he’d first walked into the room. Irvine bound to the bed, beautiful, covered in nothing but a thin layer of sweat, and undeniably hot.

Jade eyes flashed open but the image still lingered in his mind. He could hear the muffled panting, could feel the heat radiating off his body, and Hyne, could smell him on his body, yet to be washed away, and it was just… good.

A shiver danced up his spine as the hot water drummed against his back. He brought both hands up and into his hair, jerking his fingers through the wet locks and he made a purely frustrated sound. He should not be thinking of Irvine! One night with the lithe, beautiful boy was causing this? When he had so many amazing, spectacular nights, days, missions with Zell that he could draw on?

No matter how his mind and heart protested now his body no longer cared. It had responded without a single hesitation, and wasn’t about to start now. The scarred blond growled. He did not especially want to fantasize about last night. But he was Seifer Almasy, and Seifer Alamsy always got what he wanted, even if that happened to be what his body wanted and his mind did not… so much.

Suffice it to say nothing since last night was going according to his plans. He hadn’t slept with Zell, he hadn’t woken up with only Zell, he had showered alone, and while showering he had called out Irvine’s name… Fucking cowboy.

I believe you’ve already accomplished that.

You shut the fuck up.

Seifer got dressed, swung his burgundy trench over his shoulders and headed out of his room and off to the cafeteria. As soon as he was through the doors he scooped up a copy of the Balamb Garden “newspaper” and tucked it under his arm as he headed over to join the line. Oh yes, if Zell had taught him anything it was that if the chicken wuss could stand in line for hotdogs he could certainly stand in line for coffee.

He eventually got that coffee, and some breakfast. He knew the importance of actual food to start the day. It was rather heavily preached by several of the instructors. You couldn’t exactly fight an army on an empty stomach. Yea, you all hear that kinda saying, but you, unlike Seifer, probably aren’t at all likely to run off and fight an army now are you?

The blond found a free table. Sitting down he flipped open the paper and sipped his coffee. There was some random dribble, some of this and that. The paper was barely more than a flyer, but you had to give the students credit for getting it out with everything else that was going on. And some of it was actually interesting.

One such section was Yaoi Valley which sometimes was the worst of the random dribble. It was also one of the most entertaining sections and one that he, secretly mind you, read all the time. There would be artwork and stories, confessions and fangirl proclamations.

It could also be rather scary. Like today… with that picture of… His brow furrowed as he leaned in closer to get a better look. “Oh, fuck me, no!” he shouted, slamming the page back down. He’d have to track down that artist and explain just how wrong that picture was. There was no way in hell he was ever going to get that “friendly” with the commander. Fucking hero worshippers and creepy rebel lovers.

He promptly turned the page and glanced over the book return requests. Hyne… why doesn’t Raijin just tell them he lost the book in the training center so they can fine him and get a new one? Sometimes that guy really was as dumb as he sounded.

Seifer had calmed down enough by this point that he felt the eyes on him, probably curious as to his pervious out burst, or they just saw him, and well, wasn’t that reason enough to stare? He smirked to himself and sipped his coffee.

Not too long after that Zell and Irvine made their way into the caf. They got their food and drinks, and made their way to a free table, not noticing or being noticed by Seifer. It wasn’t until Irvine said something amusing enough to make Zell laugh rather loudly that the gunbladist turned his head to look.

The fighter’s back was mostly to him, which meant the cowboy was in plain sight. And that wouldn’t have been so bad if his morning had proved different and said cowboy hadn’t, at that point in time, had a banana caught between his lips. The world itself seemed to be against him today. The world and fate. Fuck the pair of them.

He swallowed and was just about to look back to his paper when Irvine’s sky blue eyes lifted to his and he paused. The sharpshooter’s lips curled up at the sides in something of a smirk, then he drew the symbolic piece of fruit out of his mouth, ran his tongue over it and grinned rather proud of himself.

When Zell commented at that and Irvine’s eyes broke their contact with Seifer’s the blond quickly looked away. How long had it been since he’d been teasing the cocky cowboy into tears? Not long… only a few months really… And now he was almost blushing over a banana blow job?

Well that’s something you certainly don’t think every day.

I thought I told you to shut the fuck up, Ifrit.

But you’re far more amusing today than usual.

Fuck you. Bloody guardian forces finding such glee in tormenting their chosen hosts. Granted, had he been another person observing his own behaviour, he’d probably leap into the fray and be quite happy to do it. Hyne, what was wrong with him?

He tried to focus on the paper and his breakfast. He nibbled on his toast while he read the page before Yaoi Valley, his free hand finding a pen someone had left behind and insisting on fiddling with it.

When his hand no longer seemed to be fiddling exactly, and he was starting to really notice how his eyes kept momentarily darting to the other side of the page, he stopped attempting to read the latest argument on why the training center needed a wider variety of monsters. Instead he allowed his focus to shift back to the previous picture that had elicited such a reaction from him prior, and to what his “fiddling” hand had done to said picture.

He wasn’t an artist, especially not when he was less than half aware that he was drawing. But his mindset easily allowed him to interpret the scribbles for what they were. The image of Squall had been altered via the black pen. No longer could you make out the scar that had adored the anime-style face. Now it just played part to a longer strand of hair.

In fact, what he thought had been random motions of his hand had actually been flowing, wavy locks, cascading down the former Squall’s back, several falling over what part of his face was visible and blatantly resembling a certain banana sucking cowboy.

He looked at the pen, glared at it as if it was Ultimecia incarnate and proceeded to throw it across the room. Next he decided that Ifrit was fucking with his motor skills and trying to fuck with him. Now the picture was of himself and Irvine. Not really as good as the original, but undeniably what it was.

“Maybe I should just parade into Deling City, gunblade swinging and be done with it…” he murmured to himself, lifting his once again freed hand to rub at his temples. He dared another look up and around, in case people were now wondering why he was throwing inanimate objects and mumbling to himself.

Irvine was giving him an amused, curious look while Zell gestured wildly, punching at the air in front of him a few times, and probably discussing his “promising martial arts students”. The cowboy smiled and nodded in all the right places, turned his attention back to the fighter when it was warranted. Perfect little wi- lover right there.

Jade eyes blinked. What? Now he was incapable of insulting the man?! That was barely an insult! Seifer looked at the sharpshooter again, narrowed his eyes and took a breath, then attempted to mouth an insult his way. You are such a pri- pan- who-… Irvine…

Now Irvine was cocking a brow at him like he was absolutely insane, and it looked as if he’d lost the rhythm of his ‘mhmm’s and nodding to Zell, because moments later the fighter was also turning to look at him and he quickly turned away.

Okay, things were becoming seriously weird, and it wasn’t even lunch time! Hyne, it was only breakfast. And so far what had his day revolved around? Irvine fucking Kinneas… mmm… Dammit!

Forget looking possessed in Galbadia’s capital. He might as well just take Irvine’s gun, stick it in his mouth and pull the- And what the fuck are you howling at?! He agitatedly asked his “beloved” GF.

The double meaning you just thought!

Remind me to unjunction you… and let you wait in your sphere in my toilet!

Suffice it to say, that shut Ifrit up for the moment. Although, he did have a point… gun, mouth, shooting… He could almost cry! It wasn’t even noon!