[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

//Star-Light: Chapter 2//

//By Julie
//rated NC-17 for explicit sexual scenes
//yaoi content. Male/male having sex, getting each other off
//Parings: Squall/Seifer then Squall/Zell

//Disclaimer: Don't own them. But I wish I did - as do most normal people. But ONE DAY! they will be mine. Oh yes, they WILL be mine!!!

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The next morning:

Zell breathed in the heavy sent that filled the air around him. It was a husky sent, attractive and delicious.

Then Zell realized this his arms were wrapped around something, and arms were wrapped around him. And Zell faintly remembered someone kissing him last night, but nothing much beyond that.

"HOLY FUCK!" Zell yelled, jumped up from the warm, comforting embrace.

The body that was next to him fell away, tumbling to the ground.

Zell looked down at himself, seeing that he didn't have his shirt on. He was too afraid to push the covers away from his stomach to look any lower. He prayed he wasn't naked.

Zell turned to look at the body that had fallen on the floor.

Obviously male, dressed in tight leather pants, black boots, and a long sleeve, black nylon shirt. Chains decorated around the man's apparel and Zell could make out a glove covering the one barely visible hand.

The man was laying on his stomach, not moving, his face buried in his arms. Zell swallowed, looking at the dark brown hair, wondering exactly what was going on.

"Whothefuckareya? WhatthefuckamIdoing'ere? WherethefuckamI?" Zell blurted out, waiting for the man to move.

"Un," Zell heard the man groan. Then he slowly moved, pushing himself off the ground. He sat back on his feet, his knees bent. Slowly he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes closed, licking his lips then swallowing.

"Whothefuckareya? WhatthefuckamIdoing'ere? WherethefuckamI?" Zell repeated.

The man's eyes opened, his grey-blue clouds looking up lazily to meet Zell's panicked face. "Zell," he said softly, slowly pushing himself off the ground.

"Howthefuckdoyaknowmyname?" Zell asked, shifting nervously in the bed.

"You told me last night," the man answered, his voice still soft and slow. He walked the few steps to the bed then sat down, looking at Zell sternly.

"Last night?!" Zell ask, panic taking over more of himself now. "Who the fuck are you?!"

"I've told you," he answered. Zell wasn't sure, but he could swear there was amusement in the soft, stoic tone.

Zell swallowed, just watching the man.

A small smile twitched at the side of the man's face, but he didn't say anything else.

Zell frowned, looking intently into the man's eyes, then he noticed the scar across the man's face. The features of the man's face became all to familiar. Zell completely recognized this man from CD covers, posters, music videos, as well as award shows and TV interviews. The frown faded, replaced by a look of complete shock. "Ya're Griever!"

The man nodded once, a stern look on his face again.

"Why was I in bed wit ya?" Zell asked.

One eyebrow raised on Griever's face, as if surprised by the question. "You don't remember?"

Zell had a funny feeling the Super Star was fucking with him. Suddenly a wave of intense emotion hit Zell and he felt like crying. His face slowly cringed and tears started to form in his eyes. What the fuck!! What the fuck happened! Did he have sex with his idol last night?! Why couldn't he remember anything?

Zell recoiled as a gloved hand reached onto his lap and grabbed the covers. Zell looked down as Griever ripped the blankets off of his body, revealing his very clothed legs, pants together, belt still in place.

Zell sniffed and looked up, registering for the first time that Griever was completely dressed, shoes and all. He'd noticed before, but it didn't hit him until just now.

Zell wiped away a tear, feeling stupid, but still desperately afraid.

"I didn't fuck you," Griever said, stand up and walking to a closeby chair, where Zell noticed his shirt and jacket.

"I'm...sorry," Zell sobbed slightly.

Griever turned around, holding Zell's clothing, walking back to the bed. He sat down, handing Zell his belongings.

"It's alright to be afraid," Griever said. "You might have been raped last night... if I hadn't stopped it."

Zell swallowed, meeting the grey-blue storm filled spheres of his idol. "What?" Zell asked, afraid to even know.

"Your drink was nicked," Griever said. "Drugged," he explained further. "Malba probably. It makes the taker do... anything. For anyone."

Zell couldn't bring himself to pull his shirt on. He was too scared and his body felt weak, and his arms wouldn't work properly.

Griever gently took the shirt from Zell, pulling it over the boy's blonde matted hair. Zell tried to pull back but Griever's words stopped him. "I undressed you last night."

Zell let Griever help him put on his shirt, then jacket. Although the room was warm, Griever didn't hesitate with the jacket. Somehow he must have known Zell's vulnerable state. The more clothes on, the safer Zell felt.

"Griever?" Zell asked, watching the man turn, about to stand up.

Griever stopped, meeting Zell's eyes.

Zell opened his mouth, but he honestly didn't know what to say. (Which was probably a first for him.)

"Squall," Griever said.

Zell frowned slightly.

"My real name is Squall," Griever elaborated. "I prefer the people I sleep with to call me by my first name." Zell could tell that was a joke, even though the words were soft, and no smile was apparent on the Super Star's expression. Only slight laugher etched around his eyes.

Zell felt a small smile pull at his lips, a rose blush filling his cheeks.

"What were you doing at that party by yourself, Zell?" Griever - Squall asked, his voice soft, but slightly angry.

Zell felt like crying again. Damn it. He was sitting here with his ultimate idol, one of the men he wanted to be or be with, and he was about to start crying for the second time. Zell felt like a complete idiot. "The-" Zell started, trying not to cry, but it was difficult. "-person ... I came wit... Left me alone!" Zell sobbed, all his fear and tension starting to seep out.

Squall reached out to Zell's hand, not touching it, afraid that the contact might freak out the boy. Instead he waited for Zell to take the hand of his own free will, leaving his gloved fingers to hover next to the small, tattooed boy's hand.

Zell quickly took Squall's hand, gripping him tightly. Zell was very strong, and even if Squall wanted to - which he didn't - he would have been unable to pull away.

"Why would your friend leave you?" Squall asked in his normal quiet, stoic voice. He moved closer to Zell, letting Zell pull him over.

"Wasn't my friend!" Zell sobbed. "I was so afraid. I wanted to go home! I wanna go home!"

Squall didn't say anything. He just held onto the boy, letting the kid cry until he was able to control his flow of tears.

Zell pulled away suddenly, wiping his tears away, blushing but still looking upset. "Can't believe this..." Zell muttered to himself.

Squall crossed his arms lightly over his chest, looking at the kid. Just a few years younger then he was, but the years were a major difference in life.

"Its alright," Squall said, stoic despite his need to comfort the beautiful boy. "You can cry. It was a traumatic event. Could have been even more so." Squall was nearing his yearly word quota. "It's alright, now. You're safe."

Zell met Squall's eyes, dumbfounded by what his idol had said to him.

"I am... sorry," Squall said. "For what happened to you last night. What could have happened." Squall was over his yearly word quota, but it was surprisingly easy to speak to the young boy. "Why were you there in the first place, Zell?"

"I wanted to meet you... Blood Kiss," Zell said, feeling even more stupid than ever. "I ain't realized... No one said anything! Irvine! he didn't tell me!"

Irvine. Squall'd never heard of him. Maybe some low level groupie. Who the fuck cared? "I am sorry," Squall said again. "I told them to leave you alone last night. I'd... seen you sitting alone. You looked scared. I should have... done something then, instead of just warned off the fuck-squad."

Zell watched Griever. This was the stoic, icy bastard of Blood Kiss? This was the guy that never said more than three words to anyone? This was the leather-clad prick who seemed to piss off everyone without trying?

"I thought they'd leave you alone," Squall continued. "Except I should have know... " Squall left that open, not elaborating. "I was on the balcony. After a while I came back inside and you were... Your pants were undone and two men were forcing themselves onto you."

Zell's eyes widened slightly. That's why he remembered being kissed. Yeah, it was half there, his memory fuzzy. He remembered the hands that he couldn't push away, and the lips that he couldn't pull from.

"Why...?" Zell was able to croak out.

Squall shrugged. "They were horny and you were a scared, cute, boy ripe for rape."

Zell shook his head. "Why'dya help me?"

Squall sat up straight, looking at Zell was slight confusion in his eyes. He couldn't answer that question. Squall knew what went on at those parties. He'd seen plenty of people get their drink's nicked then get dragged out of the room for a gang-bang. Zell was the youngest Squall had ever seen, but age wasn't a factor.

Squall admitted to himself that he didn't want anyone else to touch Zell. Zell was beautiful. And just his type: blue eyed blonde with a gorgeous build. And the innocence surrounding Zell was a big turn on. Then the tattoo, exotic and powerful. Facial tattoos were supposed to be painful, and it took balls to tattoo your face at such a young age - considering he wouldn't be able to regret it in the future. Then the fear in the boy's eyes during the party, yet the strong will of keeping people away.

"I won't lie," Squall said. "You are the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on. I didn't want them to touch you."

Zell looked at his idol for a while. Me? Beautiful? This guy... Griever of Blood Kiss. Probably can get any man in the entire world to fuck him, and he... he just called me beautiful?

"Don't worry," Squall said, noticing Zell's intense thoughtful look. "I don't expect anything from you. I didn't help you because I wanted a fuck. If I'd wanted that... well last night would have been the perfect opportunity, ne? But nothing happened."

And he'd a decent guy, Zell thought. Nice. Not exactly friendly, but more than what I was expecting.

A loud knock came to the door.

Griever turned, not startled by the sound. "Yes?" he said in a normal tone of voice, which was far louder then he normally spoke it.

"Squall?" a deep voice spoke.

"I'm busy, go away," Griever answered in the same normal tone.

"Fuck you, open the door," the voice said.

The Super Star turned from watching the door to look at Zell. "Flare..."

Zell's eyes went wide. Oh fuck! He's gonna kick my ass! He'll think I slept with his boyfriend!

Squall stood up, turning and walking to the door. He unlocked the two bolts and the chain lock, opening the door for the second Super Star.

Seifer slid into the room, grabbing Squall's nylon shirt, glaring down at him. "Busy?!"

Squall just stood in silence, waiting for Seifer to notice the young tattooed blonde on his bed.

Seifer looked from Squall to Zell. Seifer half smirked. "Can't believe it..."

Squall didn't move, still trapped by Seifer's hand nearly ripping his shirt off. Seifer looked back down at Squall.

"You really...?" Seifer asked, letting Squall go.

Squall shook his head. He turned away, walking to the opposite wall of the room, where Zell notice a table with a large variety of booze bottles lined up.

Seifer walked to Zell, who was still sitting on the bed. "Little boy... You have a good twirl last night?" Seifer couldn't help the taunt.

Zell didn't dare move. Flare - Seifer - was glaring at him. Zell wanted to go home so badly. Then Seifer cracked a smile, a single fang showing. Zell had seen the smirk a million times, it was Flare's trademark smile, all across posters and such.

"Clark... Martin.... had him," Squall said, words not flowing as easily as they'd been during the conversation with Zell.

Seifer turned around. "I told them to lay off, Griever. The little baby Chicobo here was labeled Grievance Territory. No one should have touched him."

Squall handed Seifer a drink, his stoic face unchanged.

Zell couldn't tell what was being exchanged between the two, but something was, even if it was just through their eyes.

Seifer sighed, turning to look down at the little blonde. "You alright?"

Zell swallowed, wondering what was going to happen.

Seifer frowned at Zell's silence, then suddenly realized what was going through the kid's mind. Seifer turned and smacked Squall's arm lightly.

Squall met Seifer's eyes, his expression still an icy glacier.

"He thinks we're lovers," Seifer said, slightly amused.

Squall blinked, continuing to watch Seifer.

Seifer turned, looking down at Zell. "We're not."

Zell felt his lips part and a frown come to his face. "What?"

Seifer smirked, sipping the tequila Squall had given him. "I said, Griever and Flare aren't lovers," Seifer said after he'd swallowed.

"But I thought...?" Zell faded off.

"That's for show," Seifer said. "Chicobo, I do fuck Squ - Griever. But beyond that, there isn't anything between us. So if he laid you last night, like I honestly know he didn't, it would have been alright with me."

Zell swallowed. "Oh?"

Seifer opened his mouth to say something else but he felt the heavy weight of Squall's eyes. Seifer turned to look at his fuck-buddy. "What?"

A low growl came from Squall, which only got a sexy grin from Seifer in return.

"Alright," Seifer said, still smirking. "I'll leave ya two alone. Don't do anything I wouldn't... Actually if you come up with something you think I wouldn't do - tell me."

Squall kept his stoic features in line, letting Seifer finish his drink.

"We're leaving at 3, so I hope you'll 'ave finished by then," Seifer said after he'd swallowed the entire contents of the glass.

Squall crossed one arm over his chest, sipping his own drink slowly.

"I know you have your own car here, but we're do at practice tonight in Deling City at 4:30," Seifer continued, handing his empty glass back to Squall.

Squall took the glass, nodding. "I'll not be late," Squall said softy, his voice almost musing the words.

"Good boy," Seifer replied, stepping to Squall. He took a hold of Squall's shirt, pulling Squall to him for a kiss. Squall didn't resist, letting Seifer take as much as he wanted. And after a couple of strokes over his lips, Squall kissed Seifer back lightly. Then the kiss broke.

Seifer smirked at Squall, then turned to a frozen Zell. "Have a nice day, Chicobo."

Zell resisted the urge to sneer at the name. He wasn't stupid enough to sneer at his idol, just because the guy was making fun of him. With a build like that, Zell knew Seifer didn't need bodyguards for protection - and there were rumors that both Flare and Griever knew how to use gunblades, which was also suppose to explain their facial scars.

Seifer walked to the door then turned around the face Squall again. "You are going to change, right?"

Squall sighed. "You noticed?"

Seifer sneered. "Of course I noticed you're wearing the same thing as yesterday... Sure you're clothes look exactly the same each day, but I can tell."

Breathing, Squall watched Seifer, waiting for him to take his leave.

Seifer stepped out of the room after having a short staring contest with Squall (which he lost when he broke into a small smile), leaving Zell alone with Squall.

Squall turned to face the little blonde still sitting on his bed.

"Zell?" Squall asked, shifting his weight.

Zell sat up straight, looking to his brunette idol. "Eh?"

Squall walked to the bed, setting his glass on the bedstand before holding his hand out to help Zell stand up.

Zell took his hand, and stood up, his body a little to close to Squall's for complete comfort. Then Squall fell to his knees in front of Zell. Zell felt the air in his throat choke, not knowing what to do. Then Squall stood up, his eyes locked with Zell's. Squall held up one hand for Zell to see. Zell saw his shoes in Squall's hand, blushing slightly.

Zell took the shoes, stepping backwards.

"Where do you live?" Squall asked, watching Zell's amazing balance as Zell pulled on his shoes standing up.

"Balamb," Zell replied.

"We're an hour south of Deling City," Squall said, slightly shocked at the distance the 15 year old was from his home.

Zell nodded. "Yeah, it was a 4 hour trip over here..."

Squall felt his heart drop slightly. The boy had so desperately wanted to see his idols, finding himself in the worst possible place in the world for a young boy to be.

Squall sighed, slightly cringing despite himself. "What were you doing with a guy you hardly knew, going to a place you knew nothing about, without a way to get home?"

Zell sneered, crossing his arms. "I'm 15. I'm allowed to be stupid."

That stupid small twitch pulled at Squall's lips again. Squall forced his icy mask back. "Well, I've got to change. Then I can take you home-"

Zell's stomach growled loudly. Zell looked down at himself, then back up to Squall, a small blush on his cheeks.

A small, very small smile formed on Squall's lips. "I'll feed you as well, if you'd like."

Zell chewed on his lower lip, not knowing what exactly his response should be. As he opened his mouth Squall started talking again.

"Don't answer right now," Squall said, stepping backwards. "Think about it while I clean myself up. And... don't feel awkward about eating breakfast with me... I'm just a normal guy."

Squall turned around and started to unbutton his shirt, walking to the dresser to gather some of his clothes. After Squall disappeared into the bathroom with a handful of black clothes, Zell looked around the room.

A few minutes later, Squall stepped out of the bathroom, looking just like he had upon stepping into the room, except his nylon sleeves were folded up. But the black clothes in Squall's arms, which he dropped in a large hamper, told Zell that he had changed.

"Wow," Zell said, looking at Squall.

"Wow?" Squall replied, standing a little over a foot from Zell.

"You don't look any different," Zell said.

Squall crossed his arms. "Is that a good or bad thing?"

Zell shrugged, chewing on his lower lip.

Squall was about to say something else when Zell smiled at him. Squall closed his lips, sneering slightly. "What?"

"I thought you were the quiet guy," Zell said. "That you never said more than three words, which consisted of Whatever and Fuck off. Otherwise you just glare at someone, growling slightly."

Squall frowned, crossing his arms. A low growl came from his throat, then it stopped immediately. His face turned blank, dropping his arms to his sides.

Zell was laughing.

Squall blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ya're really nice," Zell said, smiling at him. "Thank you."

"I'm as surprised as you," Squall said softly, crossing his arms again, but looking at Zell with his normal stone expression.

Seeing the boy laugh again, Squall felt the sudden urge to kiss him. "Zell?"

Zell smiled at him, cocking his head to the side. "What?"

"Are you a homosexual?" Squall asked.

Zell's smile faded immediately. "Eh, no."

Squall shifted his stance, sighing. "Alright. Breakfast then?"

Zell frowned. "Why?"

"Aren't you hungry?"

Zell's frown deepened. "I'm slow, but you ain't."

Squall sighed, knowing exactly what Zell was asking. "As I said, you're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. I'd hoped to kiss you, but I won't. I'm not going to push myself onto you, or steal any unwelcome kiss."

Zell's frown disappeared. "Ya really... think I'm-?"

"Beautiful," Squall nodded. "But that aside, you want breakfast?"

Zell swallowed, then forced himself to reply. "Yes, please. If it ain't... any trouble or nothin'."

Squall stepped towards the door, motioning for Zell to follow him.

~*~

1 and 1/2 hours later:

Zell got out of the car, looking at Squall.

"Are you sure?" Squall asked.

Zell nodded. "It's alright. Just a train ride. I think I can manage."

Squall walked around the car to Zell's side, looking up at the train. "But you have to get off at Dollet and board a different train for Balamb." Squall turned to Zell.

Zell was smiling at him. "I can do it! Ya've got practice. Otherwise ya'd be late, then ya won't 'ear the end o' that either from the others!"

Squall sighed. During breakfast Squall had mentioned to Zell how exactly he'd protected him from the gang-bang members, and how he'd have to deal with his band poking at him for sleeping with someone other then Seifer. Zell had laughed, but it was the truth. Squall was going to have to listen to his band's laughter for taking Zell to his room last night.

"Its alright," Squall insisted. "They'll torment me anyway."

"I'm 15, not 5," Zell said. "Think I can manage changing trains."

Squall crossed his arms, having to give up the argument.

Zell started to turn then stopped, looking back at Squall. "Ya really think I'm pretty?"

Squall shifted his weight, his arms still crossed. Nodding he said "Beautiful beyond words."

Zell blushed slightly. "But why? I'm me! an' ya're... ya're you!"

"Why can't you be attractive?" Squall asked.

Zell sneered, wrinkling his nose. It was a cute expression that Squall notice Zell did often, but not often enough to wear out the face. "Ya're Griever of Blood Kiss! I'm jus some snot-nosed kid! I'm nothing."

Squall uncrossed his arms. He stepped to Zell, leaning down to the boy's short height at 5'3 (and still growing). "You're only nothing if you think you're nothing. And you're only a Super Star if you think you're a Super Star. It only matters what you think. - Screw the world. You've only one life to live. Don't waste it thinking you're nothing."

Squall straightened up, looking down at Zell.

Zell's expression turned from shock to a bright smile. "Thanks. I'll remember that." Again Zell turned to leave, but it was Squall this time who stopped him.

"Zell!" Squall said.

Zell meet his sapphire spheres with the storms.

"Let me... give you... something," Squall said, searching his mind for some sort of gift for the kid.

"I don't want anything," Zell replied, a reassuring smile on his face.

Squall shook his head. "You came all this way to see Blood Kiss and ended up nearly being rapped. I... I think you deserve something. Give me a moment to think..."

Zell put his hands into his pockets, not really wanting anything, but Squall was difficult to argue with. So what was a little autographed poster or something form the Star?

Squall turned and walked to the trunk of his car. Zell couldn't tell what Squall was doing, but he knew Squall had opened something else. Then Squall leaned down, hiding completely from Zell's view.

Zell leaned forward to see Squall's legs, his body bent over. Zell sighed, straightening himself out. He turned to look at the train, which was still waiting. Probably another 5 minutes or so then it would be leaving.

Zell jumped when Squall's hand touched his arm. Zell turned around to have a large case pushed into his chest. Zell frowned, looking down at the obvious guitar case. "What is this?!" Zell exclaimed.

"A guitar," Squall said, shifting his weight, his arms crossed.

Zell meet his eyes again, the storms ready for an argument. "I donno how ta play."

"Learn," Squall replied.

Zell sneered with his nose wrinkled, he wasn't expecting that answer.

"Its my guitar," Squall explained. "But I don't play in the band... so I don't really use it that often. Only when writing music, and I can always use Flare's or buy a new one. ... I signed it. So its now a collector's item." Squall felt a small twitch hit the side of his mouth again.

Zell looked down. He couldn't accept a gift like this! A signed poster yes! But a couple thousand Gil guitar?! Which price had probably double-quadrupled after Squall'd signed it.

Squall shrugged. "This way coming to see Blood Kiss wasn't a total disaster."

Zell shook his head quickly. "It wasn't! I got to meet two of the band members! And hang out with one of the two! You have no idea how cool this was! It was worth the awkward few hours yesterday."

"Thank you," Squall said. "But do take my guitar. It doesn't get the use it deserves. And don't but it in a glass case... use it."

Zell looked down at the guitar case before quickly looked up to Squall's stormy eyes. "I donno how ta play, but... I'll learn." Zell smiled.

Squall smiled for the second time in one day. Of course it wasn't much of a smile, just a slight pull on the side of his lips that manage to force its way to stay for longer then a second. "Good."

The train whistle blew behind Zell.

"You'd better go," Squall said, shifting his weight.

Zell nodded, turning with his new guitar to head to the train. He stopped after just two stepped. Setting the guitar down he turned around and walked back to Squall.

Squall looked down at him, his stoic expression molded back into his firm mask.

Zell reached up and pulled Squall down, meeting their lips in a soft, chaste kiss. Zell pulled away, smiling. He turned and quickly retrieved his guitar before hurrying off to the train, of which was blowing his whistle again.

Squall reached a finger up to trace over his lips as he watched Zell disappear into the train. Dropping his arm, licking his lips, Squall turned to get back into his car.