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

//Star-Light: Chapter 3//

//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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"ZELL!" Selphie's loud voice boomed in the hallway just outside Zell's bedroom.

Zell looked up at the closed door. "Come in."

Selphie burst into the room, surprisingly enough, remembering to close the door before running to Zell. "How'd it go?!"

Zell blushed, unsure on what exactly to tell his best friend.

Selphie sat next to him, eyes locked with his. "I so wish I'd been able to go... stupid babysitting..." Selphie crossed her arms, waiting for Zell to reply.

"Believe me, Selphie, you should be very happy you didn't go," Zell said, shifting in his seat on the bed to face Selphie completely. "You have any idea what kinda party that was?!"

Selphie's lips parted, interest devoured completely into what Zell had to say. "No, what?"

Zell leaned to Selphie, whispering "Don't freak out until I've told ya everything... *(Selphie nodded)* ... That was a gang-bang fuck-for-all party."

Selphie's mouth feel open, her hand moving to her face to cover it quickly. "No way!" she whispered back to him.

Zell nodded. "And that Irvine dude left me alone! I was totally freaked! People kept... lets just say I learned a couple of new words for my Sailor Vocabulary along with some very vivid sexual images."

"Oh my god..." Selphie whispered. "Zell, I'm so sorry... I didn't know!"

"Blood Kiss did show. After two hours of sitting there, freaked out of my mind! An' I couldn't leave because I didn't 'ave a fuckin' clue where I was or how to get back to Balamb. Blood Kiss seemed to be totally uninterested in the party, most of the members darting off in different directions - probably looking for places to hide."

Selphie frowned. "Why'd they have a party like that then go hide?"

Zell shrugged. "I don't think that it was their party. More like they were forced to go to it."

Selphie nodded, giving Zell the floor.

Zell coughed. "Anyways, a little while later I had these 4 guys practically jumping me. They kept pushing alcohol and drugs at me, pretending to acknowledge that I wasn't interested. They just kept on. So finally I took one of the drinks they were pushing at me - butIdidn'tdrink," Zell said quickly, not giving Selphie the chance to interrupt.

"A moment later Flare - himself! - walked over. He said some things to the guys that were hitting on me. They dudes looked at me in total shock, then they quickly left. Flare smiled at me then walked away. ... He is a lot cuter in person, by the way," Zell said, smiling at Selphie. Zell was a homosexual, but he didn't want to tell his idol he was. (Even though everyone knew Griever was gay himself.)

Selphie smiled back. "What'd he say to the guys?"

"I found out this morning," Zell said. "But I'm not gonna jump ahead... okay... So after the guys leave I'm feeling slightly better, more confident, a little more brave about the situation. And I stupidly drank the alcohol that dude gave me."

Selphie looked at him with her eyes wide.

"I wasn't gonna get drunk, but I fuckin' needed a drink after all that... ya know?" Zell continued. "Then everything gets fuzzy... don't freak out! So I hardly remember anything of what happened after I finished the drink, but I did wake up in a very awkward place."

Selphie sank her teeth into her lip, eyes still wide.

"This morning I found myself half naked in a bed with someone's arms wrapped around me," Zell said. "I screamed, o' course. The dude then fell out of the bed, hitting the floor hard. -" Zell continued to tell Selphie what happened, giving her all the details he could remember, making slight comments about how cute Griever and Flare were, and how totally different Griever was from what he expected. Zell of course neglected to mention the fact that Griever had called him the most beautiful creature ever, and the little kiss he'd given the Super Star.

When Zell finished, Selphie was still in awe over the situation. "I can't believe..."

Zell stood up and walked to the guitar case that was leaning against the wall. He moved it so it was laying on the ground, flipping the lid up. Selphie was sitting on the floor next to Zell now, watching the case open.

"Here's the guitar he gave me," Zell said. "I ain't looked at it yet. Little too scared to open it..."

It was a gorgeous Washburn guitar in a stunning color that couldn't seem to decide if it was black or dark blue or maybe even an odd purple shade. On the neck, under the green strings, was inscribed "Tonberry Knife" the name of the guitar.

Zell gawked over it, completely in awe of the gift. He was still to afraid to touch it.

"Wow!" Selphie said, pointing to Griever's signature, which was more then just his name. "You read that?"

Zell looked down at the main body of the guitar, where in silver glistening ink was inscribed:

To Zell, my little Bishounen.

You are the Super Star.

Love, Griever xoxo

Zell smiled brightly. He'd thought Squall would have just signed his name, not a whole little personal message to him.

"'Bishounen'?" Selphie asked.

Zell shook his head, shrugging. "No clue either."

"I just can't believe it all... you... Poor Zell, but then again Lucky Zell!" Selphie said, sitting back on her feet, smiling at Zell.

Zell smiled back at her. "It was weird, but... it is still a cool experience. Not sure if I'd ever go to another one of those parties, though."

"What it like? Being Grievance Territory?" Selphie asked, using the new label Flare had given Zell. "Having Griever sleep with you, wrapped in those pale, strong arms?" She continued.

Zell bit his lip. "Warm?"

Selphie laughed. Zell laughed with her.

After the laugher died down Selphie started to speak. "I can't believe Irvine just left you like that. It seems to odd, non-Irvine like... then again I don't know the dude that well. I'm so sorry!"

Zell shrugged. "I gotta sleep with Griever, its alright." Zell smiled, looking back down to the Washburn.

"Well I-" Selphie started, but a loud knock came to the door.

"Zell, deary," Zell's mother's voice came from the hallway.

"Ma?" Zell called.

"Selphie going to stay for dinner?" Ma asked, still leaving the door shut.

Zell looked at Selphie, letting her answer.

"If that's alright!" Selphie called.

"No problem sweetheart," Ma answered. "I'm making barbeque Thrustaevis, jus so you know." She turned and walked down the hallway, heading back downstairs.

Zell closed the guitar case, locking the clamps back down.

"Hey!" Selphie said, bouncing up. "I heard on MTV this morning that the Drained Tour might be heading here!"

Zell looked up shock. "No way! Last week didn't they say the Drained Tour wouldn't stop here before Esthar?"

"Apparently the stage problem might be fixed," Selphie said, watching Zell put his guitar back to the wall. "All depends how things go."

Zell bit into his lip. "How sure did MTV sound?"

Selphie sighed. "Not that sure. The stage center in Balamb is hella small. 600 fans might be able to squeeze into it, from what I know. And why stop here for 600 fans when they can skip and head to Esthar for a 4000 fan stage center?" Selphie crossed her arms. "But MTV did mention it! So who knows!"

Zell nodded.

Selphie grinned stupidly.

Zell frowned at her.

"You should call Griever and tell him to stop here!" Selphie said, still grinning.

Zell blushed slightly, walking to his bedroom door. "I ain't got his number."

~*~

That same moment:

Squall sat in the large chair, slumped down lazily. The studio was large, people running everywhere, setting things up. It was 5:00, a half an hour after Blood Kiss should have started practicing some of their new songs in the studio for recording, but no - everything was running behind schedule.

Blood Kiss's manager, Jep Levy, was serious pissed. He was right now screaming down at the studio owner, demanding to know why Blood Kiss still hadn't started up their practice session. Why the studio was a fucking mess. And why the fuck should he keep his band here for a second longer?!

"Cub," Seifer whispered to Squall, leaning down on the chair next to him.

Squall meet Seifer's eyes.

"I'm bored," Seifer said, sighing.

Squall shifted to sit up in his chair. He motioned for Seifer to sit on his lap, which Seifer did happily, stratling Squall's thighs, smirking down at him.

"Sex?" Squall asked, noting Seifer's smirk widening.

"We can't leave," Seifer said, moving down to kiss Squall's lips.

"So?" Squall whispered, kissing Seifer lightly back. "We don't have to."

Seifer chuckled, licking Squall's lips lightly. "Right here, then? In front of everyone?"

Squall wrapped his arms around Seifer's shoulders. "I've blown you in more public places," Squall purred to Seifer.

Seifer chuckled again. "I though we weren't allowed to talk about that?"

Squall pulled Seifer's face close, their eyes locking. "You: no. Me: yes."

Seifer smirked, moving from Squall's lap.

Squall let his mask break, actually forcing it to break, smirking an evil grin at the now standing Seifer. Even as he grinned, Squall didn't care one way or the other if Seifer fucked him.

Seifer looked around, most people in the room were either working crazy or being yelled at. Thoran was sound asleep in one of the chairs, snoring loudly. Hazen had his bass, unplugged, picking at the thick strings absently. Dami was reading over a crossword, penciling in answers randomly. They were oblivious to Squall and Seifer.

Seifer turned back to Squall, motioning for Squall to stand up. Which Squall did, as well as jumping onto Seifer, wrapping his arms over Seifer's shoulders, and his legs around Seifer's waist.

Seifer carefully knelt onto the chair, keeping Squall's butt on his thighs, kissing Squall's neck deeply. Squall held onto Seifer, his eyes closed almost sleepily, grinding his hips over Seifer's, feeling the increasing bulge of Seifer's crotch.

"Squall," Seifer groaned, pushing his large weight against Squall's body.

Squall began to push Seifer's coat off, Seifer unbuttoning Squall's nylon black shirt, exposing his pale toned chest. Their tongues and lips slid over each other's skin, desperation beginning to dig into their bodies. Squall felt himself becoming aroused.

"FLARE. GET. OFF. OF. GRIEVER. RIGHT. NOW!" the thundery, angry voice of Jep Levy poured into the room, silencing everything and everyone.

Seifer pulled up from Squall's neck, then slid off the chair. Squall fell from Seifer's lap, plopping down into the cushion. Seifer pulled his trench coat over his shoulders, wrapping it around himself (to hide his erection), crossing his arms. Seifer smirked at his pissed manager.

Squall looked at Jep Levy with total and complete indifference. Jep was positive that even if Squall had been in the middle of an orgasm, he would have given Jep the exact same look of bored-uninterest at the disturbance.

Jep clenched his fists, trying to calm himself down. Last thing he needed was to assault the main attraction of Blood Kiss and his little brunette sex toy.

Swallowing hard, Jep spoke. "We. Are. In. Public." Jep just glared at the two. "Last. Time. Was. BAD ENOUGH!"

Seifer chuckled lightly, shifting his stance. Squall licked his dry lips, as though he didn't hear Jep at all.

"GRIEVER!" Jep yelled, focusing on him.

Squall looked at him, his face still masked to perfection.

"Flare doesn't need you to encourage this behavior," Jep said, calming slightly. "Stop trying to fuck him in PUBLIC!"

Squall looked at Seifer, his eyes darting over Seifer's body, before turning back to Jep.

Jep thought Squall would just heed the warning for the rest of the day, except Squall oddly chose to speak.

"Can I still blow him?" Squall asked in his soft, smooth voice.

Laughter from the three other band members quietly filled the room, as well as Seifer's chuckles.

Jep's nostrils flared, his eyes filling with anger. He bit into his tongue, tasting blood. His fists clenched as he tried to control his breathing.

Squall looked at Seifer, removing a cigarette case from his back pocket. "I think that's a no, My Fire." Squall opened the cigarette case, removing a single smoke, then move the case back into his pocket.

Seifer snorted. "Jep takes all the fun out of this job."

"An' the fact dat Grieve' jus lets ya twirl 'im anywhere," Hazen yelled across the room.

More laughter from the band (except Squall of course). No one else in the room dared to even move with Jep as pissed as he was.

Squall lit the cigarette, deeply breathing in the toxin, filling his lungs.

Jep ran a hand over his mouth, trying to decide the next course of action. Closing his eyes, he dismissed the scene, since Griever and Flare did listen to him and stopped before the act became too... well, before they'd started fucking. "There is only one thing I need to address with you all before practice starts."

Jep opened his eyes, satisfied that the men had given him their attention. He didn't have that much power over them, hell they could fire is ass whenever they liked. But Jep was a good manager, his explosive temper only seemed to make the band like him more. He wasn't scared of them, which others might have been. Even though he'd seen first hand Griever and Flare gunblade sparing.

"I don't like the idea all that much," Jep started, "but... Balamb Garden made another request for the Drained Tour to stop off at Balamb. The other bands are all willing to cram into the small theater with shit for an audience, so we're the last vote, and the only one that really matters."

Seifer sneered. "That fuckin' stage center can fit maybe 500 - 550 tops. We ain't played something so small for almost 20 months." Seifer shifted his stance, not happy with the idea.

Jep nodded. "Exactly. Why the fuck would we want to head down there?"

Seifer looked to Thoran, Hazen, and Dami. "Might be good for our fan popularity... but I donno."

"Fans are everything," Dami said. "So we'll put up in a small hotel room for a couple nights? I used to sleep in a fucking car. Thanks to the fans I own four fucking mansions."

"'xactly!" Hazen agreed. "Balamb ain't big, no sweat."

Thoran shifted, sitting up further in the chair. "S'cool wit me."

Seifer turned to Squall. "Grieve?" Seifer chuckled, not expecting Squall to answer.

"Balamb, huh?" Squall asked, breathing out smoke. Zell lives in Balamb.

Seifer smirked a harsh sneer. "Waz up? You taking an interest in our career?"

Squall blinked, then took another drag off his cigarette. "Whatever," Squall said, smoke billowing out of his mouth with the words.

Seifer turned to Jep, shrugging. "Fucking bitch, but as Cub said, 'Whatever'."

Jep nodded, sneering. He hated the idea worse then any of the band members. He'd hoped they would say no.