Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Love By Moonlight ❯ Hung Over ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter Eleven.

In Winhill. Squall tilted his head back moaning softly into the night air. He was joined mouth to hip with two very active Incubus vampires, Locke, who was crouched down with his back against a wall was sucking off the half breed, while his own lover Edgar, was bringing up the rear- literally. With every thrust from Edgar, Squall was pushed further into Locke's mouth.

The half breeds hands caressed down towards the pony tailed blondes ass and between, receiving a low moan into his shoulder blades from him. This sort of thing went on all the time in Winhill because it was mostly full of Succubus and Incubus vampires, that drain human life force through sex in a persons dreams where they suck them of their sperm. Killing them with a long tentacle that comes from their mouths and down the victims throat.

When Squall first came into the village he noticed a ton of vampires of many different kinds living there. Mostly the sex oriented ones, but there were also some he himself have never seen in action called, Vrykolakas living in there. Opening his eyes he saw one of them now.

In the distance a vampire walked over to a small home. He climbed the side of the house on the trellis and tapped gently on a girls window. "Serena," He whispered. "Serena, are you awake?" He whispered again. The vampire from what Squall could see had long white hair dangling down his back, and rather pale skin even for a vampire.

The girls bedroom was still, but she suddenly began to move around in her bed to the sound of her name. "Mom?" She called. Turning over she saw a figure outside of her window. "Whose there?" She asked getting up to go to the window, and when she moved the curtain a hand came through the glass right in front of her face. "What the-...?" Backing away she was too late, the window flew open and the vampire stepped in.

A scream was heard and Squall smiled, then went back to the sensation of the pleasure he was receiving but something was wrong, he missed Seifer. No one fucked him better than his lover and he himself never performed as well with anyone else. 'I wonder what he's doing over there?' Squall thought.

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Zell groaned loudly, stretching before his eyes snapped opened. "Goooddddds, I'm never drinking that much again. Uuughhh." Trying to place himself back on the bed his hand slipped, dropping him over the side onto the floor. "Ooww!!" He lay there as though life were over, but he somehow managed to roll himself over and sit up.

"What time is it?" He looked at his clock but the numbers were a blur, "Shit." He muttered. Rubbing his eyes, he squinted through the blur and tried again. Nothing. When Zell rose to his feet, he held onto his stomach and ran to the bathroom.

"Pppuuuuuaaahhhh!!!!" He leaned over the toilet nearly missing and let last night spill out of him. "God, this sucks." He felt his stomach turn over again and he continued throwing up into the toilet.

"Zell, are you alright?" His Ma called through the door.

"Ye-...." He had to swallow. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just feel a little nauseous. And I'm gonna kill that cowboy," He mumbled.

"I'll make you some oatmeal." She called through the door before leaving.

"Take your time." He replied, grabbing the sides of the toilet seat to stand himself up he stumbled over to the sink. "Well, there goes the rest of the day." He groaned feeling a dry knot in the pit of his stomach. "I need to sleep this off."

Going back into his room, Zell flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes. "Hyne help me." He mumbled turning over. A flash of Seifer ran through his mind, but he didn't know whether to smile or worry. "Who is this guy anyway, is he good or bad?" He wondered. '...He wants me... me, Zell Dincht...and I don't even know his name yet.'

"Shit." He commented. "How could I forget to ask him."

Closing his eyes, he sighed and relaxed his muscles into the mattress. "Zeeelll," Came a sweet voice. "Are you up?" The feminine voice asked.

"Hmm, yeah I'm up."

"Good, now I can kill you." Selphie said crossing her arms.

"Selphie, what're you doing here this early?" He asked. The girl sat down on his bed in a huff and turned her nose up.

"Well lazy bones, if you'd bother to check your clock in the morning you'd realize it's now One forty two."

"You're kidding!?" Zell snapped himself up from the bed, but Selphie pushed him back down.

"Don't bother getting up, you're just gonna stay in bed all day anyway."

"How would you know?" Zell asked scooting over to give her room when she lied down beside him.

"Because you're obviously still sick from that night out with Irvine that by the way no one invited me to." She poked him in the arm, then placed her arms behind her head.

"Heey talk to Irvine about that, not me." It was quiet a moment.

"Soo, does that mean you two are going out?" Selphie asked out of nowhere.

"Who two, me and Irvine?" He suddenly laughed. "No way, I'm not interested in him that way."

"Why not?" She replied. "He likes you and-..." Her hand snapped over her mouth.

"What?" Zell asked sitting up.

Selphie hopped up getting off the bed. "Ooops, forget I said anything, see ya." Leaving the room in a hurry, Zell just looked after her.

'Irvine? ....Likes me?' He thought blankly. 'Why didn't he ever say so, I mean sure he hit on me but I never knew he was serious.' Zell was letting images of him and Irvine run through his head and he felt as though maybe he liked it. 'What about the guy at the park though?' He wondered. 'I don't even know his name....'

"Honey, breakfast is ready!" His Ma called upstairs.

"I'm coming!" He replied. 'Who can think on an empty stomach?' Getting up, Zell walked downstairs and plopped himself down at the table. His mother placed a bowl of oatmeal down in front of him and he thanked her, picking up his spoon- why, he didn't know- he doesn't even like oatmeal. But it was better to eat it so his Ma wouldn't be hurt.

As he dug in, his mother sat at the table watching him closely to the point where Zell finally noticed and turned to look back. "Yeah, Ma?" She reached out and touched a finger to his neck.

"What happened to your neck? I never noticed those welts before." Zell looked shocked that she'd noticed them, he thought they were too small for any one else to see.

"Uuhh, I was uh, hit in the neck with something I couldn-....a bee sting." He stammered out.

"Oh, well do you want some ointment for it?" She asked.

Zell looked out the back window and saw Irvine flagging him with his hands. "No. It's fine, I hardly feel it." Standing he drank his orange juice in one gulp and slammed the glass down. "I gotta go now, thanks for breakfast, bye Ma." He ran into the living room and out the door hearing his mother calling for him.

Standing up she reached out to grab him. "Honey wait, you forgot-...." She lowered herself back into the chair. "Your clothes." She sighed. "Children."

Outside. Irvine laughed out loud when he saw the martial artist in his pajamas. "Nice p.j.'s you always walk around like that in public?" He asked.

"What?" Looking down Zell covered his private parts. "How in the world did I get in my pajamas, I thought I was dressed?"

"You were so wasted last night, I had to get you dressed."

Zell suddenly blushed remembering what Selphie had said. "Uh, so what are you doing here?" Zell asked going back to the front door waving his friend in.

"It's all over the news." Irvine was saying.

"What is?" They walked up to his room and closed the door. While Irvine talked, Zell was in his closet getting dressed so the cowboy wouldn't watch him.

"Three people had there throats slit last night," Irvine said.

"What?!" The martial artist came from the closet and looked at him to see if he were serious.

"Yup, it was last night after we came home. Somebody slit the throats of three people from the club."

"Gods." Zell sat down on his bed and scratched his head.

"Not only that the bouncer at the door, his eyes were missing!"

'It couldn't have been the guy from last night....He wouldn't do that, would he?' Zell had stopped listening to Irvine all together now, because his fears of the man had suddenly come back.

"Zell, you alright?" Irvine asked.

"Meet me by moonlight, tomorrow." He remembered the mans words. 'I'll be there.'