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

//Star-Light: Chapter 6//

//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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Blood Kiss in Balamb:
(same moment as previous chapter)

Squall rested his head on the desk in the largest room of the hotel. It was still shit for size. Nothing like what Blood Kiss was use to normally. Not that Blood Kiss really cared all that much about it, they still liked to bitch though.

"Sorry, its the best I can do without looking suspicious to the Hotel owner," Jep said, his arms crossed.

Seifer sneered, eyes darting around the room. "Two rooms for the lot of us? Including you!" Seifer shook his head

"Bribe the hotel owner to keep quite about us," Thoran suggested.

"Sure," Jep replied tartly. "Tell him to keep quite, but he'll have to tell his wife. She'll keep the secret. But his wife will have to tell her best friend, she'll keep the secret. Her best friend will tell her husband, who'll mention it to their Blood-Kiss obsessed son, then -"

"Shut the fuck up," Seifer snorted. "We get it."

Jep glared at Seifer.

Squall lifted his head as he realized something, looking around the room again. Two giant king sized beds, a sitting area, and mini-kitchen. But it was the two beds that had Squall's attention. "Why are there two beds?" Squall asked in his low voice.

Everyone turned to him.

Squall looked around to his band and manager. "Two King sized beds?"

"Ugh man!" Hazen yelled, jumping up for the couch he was sitting on. "Fuckin' orgy room! Dat's what dis is! Nasty!"

Seifer chuckled, shaking his head.

"Leave it to Grieve to be the one to notice something like that," Dami said, shifting in his chair.

Seifer and Thoran laughed. Hazen was still mumbling about the cum-covered couch he'd been sitting on. (Which was perfectly clean)

Squall shrugged, putting his head back down.

"Which reminds me!" Dami continued. "I'm sleeping in the other room."

"What? The other room better?" Thoran asked.

Dami shook his head. "If Flare and Grieve are sleeping in here, I'm sleeping in the other room."

Seifer and Thoran laughed again. Hazen turned his attention from the couch to the conversation.

"Because, Grieve!" Dami continued. "Damn! Ya know! Ya're louder when you fuck then when you sing!"

By now everyone, including Jep who was trying not to, was laughing. Minus Squall, who still had his head down.

"And that is some shit!" Dami finished.

"I'll remember to buy you ear plugs for your next birthday," Squall said softly.

This only got Dami to join the laughter.

"Flare, what the fuck do you do to make him scream like that?" Dami asked.

Seifer grinned. "What the fuck do you care?"

"Dami jus wants ya ta show 'im!" Hazen said loudly.

Dami flipped Hazen off.

"As fun," Jep started, "as it is to hang out with you boys, I'm going to head to take a look at the stage set up." Jep shook his head, turning to the door. He stopped and turned to the band. "And boys don't wander outside these two rooms!" Jep flashed angry looks to the men then left the room.

Seifer snorted at the door. "Yes, Daddy..." He shook his head, walking to a near by chair, flopping down.

Hazen sat back down on the (cum-covered) couch, crossing his arms. "Dis is fuckin' lame."

Dami slumped back in his chair, eyes darting around the room.

Thoran walk to Hazen's couch and flopped down.

Squall lifted his head, reaching into his back pocket, removing a cigarette case. He took a cigarette, tossing the case onto the desk, then reaching into his jacket pocket for his lighter. Squall put the cigarette to his lips, lighting it and breathing deeply.

Seifer ran his fingers through his hair, licking his lips and looking up at the ceiling.

Dami absently tapped his fingers on his knees, drumming to a song inside his head.

Hazen jumped up and walked to the mini-kitchen in search of booze.

Squall lay his head back down on the desk, one arm out stretched, cigarette between his fingers.

It was seriously fucking boring.

After a few minutes Squall suddenly realized his cigarette ash had been falling onto his un-gloved hand. "Fuck!" Squall yelled in a loud whisper, sitting up. But the rolly chair he'd been sitting on slipped from the sudden movement, sending Squall tumbling out of it, allowing him to hit his head on the desk before he fell to the ground.

Dami and Seifer jumped up.

"Grieve?" "Cub?" Dami and Seifer said at the same moment.

Squall reached up and grabbed a hold of the top of the desk and pulled himself to a sitting position before pushing up, standing. He glared at the others angrily.

Seifer laughed, flopping back in the chair. "Damn, Cub. What the fuck was that?"

Dami sat back down, smiling slightly.

Hazen (who'd returned to his cum-couch with a couple of the small mini-bar booze bottles) and Thoran laughed lightly.

Squall put the surprisingly un-broken cigarette still between his fingers to his lips, taking a deep drag. He reached up with his other hand to rub his forehead - where his head had meet the desk.

"You okay, Cub?" Seifer asked a little more seriously.

Squall nodded, dropping his arm.

A moment later the room door burst open, Jep returning, fuming as always.

"Fuck!" Jep yelled, slamming the door.

Blood Kiss turned their attention to the man. Squall flopped down into the rolly chair again, still smoking.

"Fuck. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!" Jep continued to yell.

Seifer coughed loudly, getting Jep's attention. "Eh, Jep?"

Jep meet Seifer's gaze. "The fans... know."

Seifer frowned. "Whatcha mean, The fans know?" Seifer held his hands up, wiggling his fingers.

"There is a gathering outside the fucking building. Fans pilling up outside the hotel entrance." Jep shook his head. "They're chanting Blood Kiss."

"We're not supposed to be in town for another two days," Seifer said. "How the fuck they'd figure we were here?"

Jep glared at Seifer. "As if I know."

"Does this mean we can have our own rooms now?" Dami asked.

Jep turned to the drummer. "Right now we have security issues. Not sleeping issues."

The band mumbled to themselves: "Security!" "Fucking hotel..." "Orgy room..." "I need a drink." "..."

"And we're going to have to change our schedule," Jep continued, ignoring the younger men. "Probably will be different each day until Friday."

"Change our schedule!" Seifer grumbled. "Fuck that. So the fans are gonna follow us around? They always do!"

Jep blinked slowly, crossing his arms. Sighing a grumble he shifted his weight. "I am the manager. I say so. If you don't like it, find someone else. Otherwise: Shut. Up."

Seifer sneered, meeting Jep's angry look. "Its bullshit. That's all I'm saying. Fucking bullshit."

Jep nodded. "Good. So... I'm going to go talk to the hotel manager right now, you all stay here. Security isn't at its best right now. Strays are bound to find there ways inside." Jep turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door hard behind him.

"He's seriously too tense," Dami said.

"Gonna give 'imself a heart attack," Haze mumbled.

Seifer snickered. "We should fuck with him..."

"When?" Thoran asked.

"Tomorrow, at practice," Seifer said. "Piss him off."

Dami shook his head. "That isn't hard."

"I donno... something that'll really send him over board," Seifer continued, crossing his arms, eyes fading into thought.

"Grieve!" Hazen said quickly.

Squall lifted his head for the first time since Jep walked into the room.

Seifer smirked. "Cub? Would you do something for me?"

"Whatever," Squall said in his normal soft voice.

Seifer nodded, still smirking.