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

//Star-Light: Chapter 4//

//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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Three Days Later:

Zell lay on the floor in front of the TV, stomach pressed to the floor, elbows bent, jaw sitting on his hands. Selphie plopped next to him, a large tub of popcorn in her lap.

"And GUESS WHAT Balamb!" The MTV announcer said. "The Drained Tour has decided to make a stop there!"

"Holy shit!" Zell exclaimed jumping up from where he was sitting. "Fuck yeah!" He fisted his hands, pulling them quickly to his sides in a 'yes' motion. "Yeaahhh!"

"Zell, shush!" Selphie said, trying to listen more.

"-then Esthar afterwards-" the announcer said.

"Damn it!" Selphie growled, throwing popcorn at Zell.

Zell sat down, his eyes locked onto the screen. "Shit! Shit! Shit!! We missed the dates! Ticket sales?! When do the tickets go on sale?!" Zell yelled at the man on the TV. He bounced where he was sitting.

"-great. That's what the Drained Tour looks like. Headlining the bands will be the already legendary Blood Kiss! You all should know them from the smash hit song "Elite" or "Waiting" or any other fuc- I mean any other of their songs. Blood Kiss ROCKS!" the announcer yelled. "Along for the ride is Poison, The Tonberries, Chimera Three, and Shiva's Influence. All-"

Zell buried his face into his hands.

"Ah, fuck," Selphie groaned. "Well maybe they'll say again... come on bastard announcers... shut up with the brown-nosing."

"-That's it for today," the announcer said. "Have a great afternoon! I know Balamb is gonna be partying tonight!"

Zell looked up as the TV went into commercial. "Fuck! I can't believe... Crap!" Zell turned to look at a slightly sad-Selphie who was pushing popcorn into her mouth, chewing slowly.

"Sorry..." Zell said softly.

Selphie turned from the TV. "You dumb ass," she said, not mad, just stating a fact.

Zell half smiled a terribly formed fake smile, eyebrows raised, eyes innocently sparkling.

Selphie laughed once, shaking her head to look at the TV again. "You total dumb ass..." she said again, this time laughter on her words.

Zell smiled, despite his embarrassment. He turned to the TV, sighing. "Guess I should call the ticketmaster?" Zell said, not looking at Selphie.

Selphie sighed. "Give it a try, although its probably busy."

Zell nodding, jumping up and heading to the phone. After 15 minutes of cursing and snapping at the phone, Zell slammed it down and walked back into the living room.

Selphie gave him a half-hearted smile.

Zell flopped down. "It was busy... then when I go through, Drained-Balamb tickets weren't on their chart."

Selphie nodded sadly. She munched more of the popcorn, turning back to the TV.

A music video started, immediately Zell and Selphie glued themselves to the TV. Blood Kiss's new music video for "Trust"!!!!

"Oh my god!" Selphie exclaimed. "Shut up Zell!" she quickly snapped.

Zell looked at her shocked, because he hadn't said anything. But he dropped it quickly, turning to the music video.

There they were...

"...And I wish you were here with me..."

Blood Kiss. Flare holding his guitar, lightly fingering over the strings. He stood alone in a black room.

"Seems like your always around, I was blind to see!"

Griever's face turned sideways, etched over the screen, his eyes closed, his lips moving with the words

"To good to be true, you can stay with me."

Griever's eyes opening, looking down at the full figure of Flare.

"I wish he was all I need... And its getting late. And its cold outside... "

Then the screen turned completely white, flashing in a shot of the whole band in a small wooden set room. The band jumping around, the video camera swinging around the room to make it look like the room was spinning.

"Trust!"

Another white flash, Griever walked alone down a street, his hands in his pockets. His other etched face formed over the screen, singing the words.

"...I will find you. ... I will fill myself with your solitude."

The screen flipped to Flare sitting in a bar scene with Thoran. They were drinking together, the room lights flashing, people dancing. Griever's etched face was still there.

"Never sensitive to any of your needs. But did you ever want to stay with me?"

Griever walked into the bar, seeing Flare with Thoran, pausing in the door way, watching the two men. Flare looked like he was complaining about something to Thoran. Again with Griever's etches face.

"Never tried to put you down... and I never want to see you leave. I still can't believe you're going to leave."

Griever shifted his weight, someone pushing past him, walking into the bar. It was Dami, although in the music video they didn't know each other. Griever cringed when he saw a man that wasn't recognized walked to Flare, placing his hand on the large blonde's chin. Flare smiled up at him, then they kissed. Griever left the bar.

"I wish he was all I needed. And its getting late. And its cold outside. So Cold!"

Again the screen flashed back to the wooden set room, the band jumping around, the room spinning.

"Trust!"

The screen flashed white again, going from Griever walking alone on the streets, to Flare in the bar, dancing with the unnamed man. Griever's etched face still singing.

"...I will find you. ... I will fill myself with your solitude. ... Could we find ourselves? ... the Pain goes on."

The music breaks down into a flow of notes without lyrics, the two scenes keep playing back and forth. Griever walks past Hazen, who turns to look as Griever continues. Hazen says something that goes unheard. Griever continued. Hazen shakes his head and walks to the bar where he finds Flare and says something to him. Flare looks slightly upset and leaves the bar, heading outside in the direction after Griever.

"...I will find you. ... I will fill myself with your solitude. ... Could we find ourselves? I will find you! ... the Pain goes on."

After running a few scenes, Flare watches from a distance as Griever gets into a cab, then the cab drives off. Flare stands a moment, watching, before closing his eyes and turning away.

"I will find you! ... the Pain goes on."

The screen flashed white, then turned to the original picture of Flare playing his guitar solo in the pitch black room, himself barely visible in the light. And Griever's face, cringing in pain, screaming the word:

"Trust! ... Trust!"

Then Griever's face faded quickly away as the full figure Griever walked into the room behind Flare, wrapping his arms around Flare's stomach, holding him tightly as the guitarist continued to play.

"Trust! ... Trust!"

Silence came, both men looking dead at the camera, their eyes empty of emotion.

Then the music video ended.

Selphie and Zell look at each other excitedly.

"That was totally awesome!" Selphie says.

Zell nodded. "We've gotta get that!"

"Oh definitely! I wonder if there's a poster that goes with it?"

Zell bit into his lower lip. "There should be!"

Selphie smiled stupidly after a moment. "Hyne, we sound like obsessed teenagers chasing after a Go-Bop band."

Zell blushed. "We do..."

"Eh, but its Blood Kiss!" Selphie insisted. "And you got to meet them! And they're gonna have a concert here... sometime soon! ... I guess we're allowed to act stupid, ne?"

Zell nodded quickly, wrinkling his nose in a smirk. "Besides, they are hot."

Selphie and Zell giggled together.

~*~

The next night:

Squall lay naked in his bed. Damn it, he'd just fallen asleep and now he was awake again.

Squall opened his eyes, pushing up from the bed, looking around the room. Seifer was gone already. They'd finished fucking just a 20 minutes ago, and the blonde had already fled the scene.

Squall flopped back into his bed, his arms out to the sides. He didn't care that Seifer was gone, or had left so soon. It was just Squall was wide awake suddenly. He was bored during his insomnia nights and could use some entertainment. But Seifer had probably gone off to Kent, fucking him before snuggling in bed with his current boyfriend.

Maybe Squall would start to pretend to dislike Kent, to get Seifer to break up with him. Then Seifer would be here, sleeping, instead of hurrying away.

Squall knew it wasn't Seifer's guilt over fucking Squall that made him leave. Actually Seifer made it quite known that Squall was his fuck toy, even telling Kent straight to his face on their first date. If people didn't like that, they'd either shut the fuck up or get Seifer's Hyperion shoved up their asses.

And it certainly wasn't affection that drove Seifer back to Kent. Or the need for attention or affection. Seifer could easy make Squall hold him, kiss him, touch him, love him. Except with Squall, all that wasn't real, no matter how real it felt.

If Seifer wanted to think Squall was in love with him, Squall would let him think that. If Seifer wanted to be held during the night, as long as Squall got his sleep, Squall would comply. Touches, kisses, caressed, even open display of affection in front of the others, Squall would do without second though if Seifer asked.

Was Squall Seifer's slave? Fuck no. Actually it was sort of the other way around. Which was exactly the reason Seifer fled so quickly after having sex with Squall.

Seifer still had feeling for his brunette fuck-buddy. But he'd realized long ago that anything Squall gave him wasn't real. At first, Seifer thought he could deal with that. But the flat, monotone, dead sounding "I love you, too" that Squall said one day, forced Seifer to realized he wanted more. He wanted all of Griever. The entire beast that lay beneath his cool exterior. He wanted the Squall.

Squall, filled with absolute indifference, let Seifer had him. Alright... Maybe there was some part of Squall that wasn't indifferent. He sure as fuck wouldn't let anyone else have him the way he let Seifer have him. He would pretend to be no one else's slave. He would never say "I love you, too" to anyone but Seifer. (Although the words held no meaning for Squall when he said them to the large blonde.)

Seifer was Squall's friend. And probably his only real one. He'd been the only one to ever get Squall in the way he had. No one else was allowed to touch Squall, let alone make Squall touch him back.

It confused Seifer, to be able to take so much from Squall, when no one else could, but know that Squall didn't hold him above more then slight friendly affection. Why didn't Squall love him? And if Seifer held Squall's friendly affection, what did everyone else get? Squall's undying hate? Is that what the difference was? Seifer didn't know, and had given up two years ago to try to find out.

Seifer would enjoy having his fuck-buddy. His brunette sex toy that let him take anything without so much as a blink. With this attitude, Seifer could hold the same indifference (or similar at least) as Squall.

Squall breathed, looking up at the ceiling. Would he break up Kent and Seifer? No, of course not. He wasn't heartless. Well, Seifer-heartless. Anyone-else-heartless yes, but not with Seifer. Seifer needed Kent there to keep his mind from thinking all the thoughts that had just passed through Squall's mind.

Besides, Squall normally preferred Seifer to leave. It was easier on his blonde friend. Squall didn't want to toy with Seifer's emotions, which came out whenever Seifer fucking felt like expressing them. Seifer's emotions were dangerous. Besides, Squall didn't want people to fuck with his emotions (was that possible?), so why would he do it to Seifer? Well, he wouldn't.

Squall sat up in the bed, looking around the room for some mild entertainment. Nothing. Always nothing.

Squall again forced himself to flop back into the comfort of his bed, sighing loudly. Then a sudden strange image of a little blonde boy with a tattooed face filled Squall's mind. "Zell..." Squall whispered the name. He wish he'd gotten the boy's last name. That beautiful little boy. Squall's Bishounen desire.

Squall frowned at himself, realizing he felt something for the boy. Not love, cha! That's just stupid. No, it was just the urge to see the little sapphire eyes again. And that smile. And his voice! Then the way the kid wrinkled his nose or pinched the tip of his tongue between his teeth. Then the boy's body wasn't anything to be ashamed of either.

And that kiss. That sweet, fearless kiss, showing affection, yet holding so much back.

Squall licked his drying lips, moving his hands to pillow under his head. He smiled at his luck. (Well, Squall's pathetic version of a smile which looked more like a slight pull at one side of his lips.) "Balamb. Where Bishounen lives. Maybe... maybe I'll actually see him again." Squall paused, thinking over how he'd be able to see the boy again, and what he could do. (What he wanted to do aside.)

"Zell." Squall purred the name, letting the sounds roll over his tongue. He closed his cloudy eyes, letting his body relax back into sleep.

~*~

That Night:

Squall awoke, sitting up in his bed quickly. The door to his bedroom opened, Seifer walking in quickly, the door slamming shut behind him.

Squall shifted in his bed, watching a powerful Seifer, let his trench coat drop to the ground, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked to Squall.

Squall just waited.

Then Seifer was on top of him, their lips locked together. Squall could feel the bruises forming, then Seifer's teeth biting into Squall's lower lip. Squall didn't resist, letting Seifer take him.

Seifer pulled the covers off of Squall's body, running his hand down Squall's bare chest, grabbing Squall's swollen manhood in a less-then-nice way.

Squall groaned, but the sound was muffled by Seifer's lips still on top of him.

"Seifer," Squall tried to say, the word's muffled again. What the fuck is he doing here? Where's Kent?

Seifer pulled back from Squall, taking his shirt off, showing his muscular chest. Squall felt his breath become ragged. He sat up pressing both hands firmly to Seifer's exposed chest, pushing his hands up Seifer's body to his neck where he pulled Seifer to kiss him.

Squall locked eyes with Seifer's beautiful blue sky blue spheres. Then Squall could see nothing but the blue eyes. The colors shifted into a deep sapphire blue and Squall could hear Zell's voice moaning in pleasure.

Squall shook his head, falling out of the eyes, back to his bed. To his total surprised Seifer was gone, Zell's naked body had replaced it. Except Zell had stratled Squall's hips, and Squall could feel himself inside the young blonde. He didn't think to care what had just happened. He was having sex with Zell, which happily took all his attention.

Squall rocked his hips up against Zell, Zell moaning his pleasure back.

"Zell!" Squall called out, pulling the young blonde's body back down on top of his own, holding the blonde tightly.

It was too much, feeling his cock sliding inside the focus of his desire. And Zell's ass muscles clenched around Squall, begging Squall to release, to let go, to pour himself inside Zell's body.

And Squall complied eagerly, shooting his seed into Zell's body. "Zell!"

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Squall sat up in his bed, covered in sweat from head to toe. He was breathing heavily and he had a funny feeling that he'd came during his sleep.

Squall pushed the covers off of his body, seeing his cum sprayed over the sheets. "Fucking wet dreams!" Squall growled at himself.

He let the covers fall back over his body, flopping back in bed, trying to clear his head. That was ... that was fucking awesome! Squall smiled his pathetic smile. I need to have more dreams like that...

Squall closed his eyes, falling into a satisfied sleep.

=============================================================== < p class="c1">Note: Trust above is a song by Sevendust. Although the lyrics are slightly edited due to my lack of ability to understand what the dude really sings in some places. Then the obvious 'she' was turned into a 'he'. Sevendust is good band. Trust is *very* good song!