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

//Star-Light: Chapter 15//

//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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Squall held into Zell's hand as they stepped off the train. Zell was trying desperately not to smile as Squall pulled him along. People were staring at them.

Zell wasn't sure if they realized Squall was Griever. It was more that two boys were holding hands. And some of those staring people had heard the sounds coming from small train room where Zell and Squall had sex. And, yes, Squall wasn't wearing a shirt anymore.

Then Zell noticed an older man in a grey suit standing next to a limo. He looked as though he was going to rip Squall's head off.

Zell turned to look up at Squall's face. Squall glanced down, meeting his stormy eyes with Zell's bright ones. He squeezed Zell's hand, then turn to look back at the older man in the grey suit.

Squall came to a stop 10 feet from the limo, looking at his manager.

"...Griever," Jep said, trying to breath. He really did over-react. His temper just blew up far too often. "Where is your shirt?"

Squall looked down then looked back to up to Jep's angry face. "I threw it away," Squall said softly.

Jep shifted his stance. "Do I want to know why?"

Squall shook his head.

Jep looked down at Zell, eying the blonde kid before turning his attention back to Squall.

"Seen the paper today?" Jep asked, reaching into a back pocket for a folded up newspaper.

Squall stepped forward, still holding onto Zell's hand, holding his free hand out to Jep. Jep set the paper in it.

Headlines next to a picture of Squall and Zell getting into a limo read:

"Griever Exchanges Blonde for Younger Model"

Squall couldn't help but smile.

Jep muffled a growl. "That funny, Griever?"

Squall looked up at Jep, meeting his fierce gaze. Yes, actually. Its almost the exact line I thought up when getting into that limo. Squall let his smile fade, shrugging, handing the paper back to Jep.

Jep took the paper back, opening the limo door.

Squall let go of Zell's hand, moving it to Zell's back, pushing Zell lightly to go first. Zell smiled brightly, purposely, at Jep before jumping into the limo. Squall followed, then Jep entered, closing the door.

"This is unbelievable," Jep grumbled, moving to sit across from Squall and Zell. He sat back, shaking his head at the rock star and his new toy. "Happy, Griever?"

Squall cocked his head to the side, a small frown on his eyebrows.

Jep closed his eyes, shaking his head more. "Like you even know what happy is..." he muttered.

Squall looked down at Zell, who was chewing absently on his lower lip, looking on the tinted limo window. Squall reached down and took Zell's chin, moving Zell's head so it was tilted up at Squall. Zell's lips parted, his eyes curious.

Squall pushed his lips onto Zell's closing his eyes, kissing softly. Zell's mouth opened for Squall's tongue, giving in to the kiss.

When the kiss broke, Squall pulled up. He turned to Jep, who was giving him a no-so-pleased look.

"Maybe you're right," Squall said softly. "Doesn't mean I don't want to know."

Jep frowned at Squall, unsure how to respond or even if he should. What the fuck was that? Completely un-Griever-like.

Zell pushed closer to Squall, smiling happily.

~*~

Esthar, 7:40pm - Next Day:

Squall sat on the couch in the hotel room. Just yesterday he'd seen his bishounen desire, yet he already missed him. Would it be too pathetic to call Zell right now?

He had Zell's number. He'd make sure he'd gotten it from the blonde boy before they parted. So the number was currently sitting in Squall's pants pocket, burning a hole in the leather.

Squall was by himself in his room. And it was his room alone, so no one would be walking in or anything. He could call Zell... hear Zell's golden voice and sweet laughter.

Reaching into his pocket, Squall pulled out the small piece of paper, looking over the handwriting.

Sighing, fed-up with his own stupidity, Squall stood up and walked to the cordless phone. Picking up the receiver, Squall dialed the number.

The phone rang 4 times before someone answered.

"Hello?" an older female voice answered. Probably Zell's mother.

"Mrs. Dincht?" Squall said softly.

"Yes... Who is this?" the woman asked.

"Squall... Griever..." he felt stupid and awkward talking to Zell's mother. He remembered the look on her face when he dropped Zell off yesterday. Suspecting, but trying to be sweet.

"Oh!" said Mrs. Dincht. "Zell said you might call. ... Let me go get him..."

Squall breathed slowly, waiting in silence. Thank Hyne Zell's mother didn't yell at him or anything. She actually seemed relatively happy that Squall called. Or maybe she was always that perky. It would explain where Zell got his bright personality.

After the silence continued on for another 30 seconds, Zell spoke into the phone.

"Squall?!"

The twitch acted up immediately, just from the voice on the other end of the phone. "Yes, Zell," Squall spoke his normal soft.

"You called! Eh, hold on... What ma-" Zell's voice faded out, turning into a murmur.

Mrs. Dincht's voice replied, although Squall couldn't tell what she said. Zell replied loudly, Squall catching the end of the blonde's sentence.

"-ta worry," Zell said with a sigh. "You still there?"

"Yes-"

"Ma!" Zell said, turning his attention away from Squall again. "I said I will be-" his voice faded back again.

Squall sighed, wondering if he should have called.

Zell grumbled again, finally giving Squall his attention. "Sooo sorry! Ma was just 'bout to walk outta the door when you called."

"Um?" was all Squall could think to answer. Good going Squall. Real conversationalist.

"Yeah... She's gonna be gone for the night. Had to ask me a million times if I'd be alright... swear," Zell muttered, more to himself then talking to Squall.

"Uh..." Think of something to say. "Where's she going?" Not bad, although, do you really want to talk about Zell's mother?

"Deling City," Zell replied, uninterested. "Gonna go see my aunt. Wanted me ta go too, but I'd rather have the house to myself for a couple days!" Zell's excitement was obvious over the phone.

Squall shifted his stance, holding the phone to his ear. He looked back to his couch.

"So..." Zell said, breaking the silence that Squall hadn't noticed.

"Oh. Um... How are you?" Oh, Hyne, lamest thing in Gaia to say...

"Pretty good," Zell's voice told Squall he was probably smirking. "How 'bout you: how are you?"

"... I ... don't know," Squall replied, honestly not knowing. And he was slightly surprised by that. He never thought about how he was or felt or how life was going for him. No one ever asked him that before.

Zell laughed quietly. "When's your next concert?"

Thank you, Zell. "Two days."

"I... never told you, but... you're really good," Zell said. "I mean, besides your singing. You... are great on stage. Different."

Squall walked to the couch, keeping the cordless phone to his ear. "Yeah. I... don't know why. I like performing," Squall said, sitting down.

"You really seem to. It was really different from how you normally are," Zell continued. "You look forward to your concerts?"

Squall shifted in his seat. Again, no one had ever asked him how something made him felt. "...I..." Squall paused, thinking it over. He was surprised by the answer. "Yeah." He knew he'd enjoyed singing and performing, but he hadn't realized he looked forward to doing those things.

"It must be really great: Doing something you like and getting paid for it," Zell said brightly.

Squall breathed. "Yeah... I don't know what I'd be doing right now if I wasn't in Blood Kiss." How much time did Squall actually think about his life? He sure as hell never thought this much about it before. No one ever asked him about it. Even in the interviews with those nosy reporters, they mostly talked to Flare and the other band members. Whenever Squall was spoken to, it was stupid questions about Flare or why he wore leather.

"I hope I getta do something I'm going to enjoy for the rest of my life..." Zell said in a normal voice, but the words were plainly directed at himself. "Donno what that will be, though."

"Its ironic," Squall said softly.

"What?" Zell's bright voice asked.

"Everything that I have, I've take for granted," Squall continued in a softer voice then normal. "I never thought about things. I never cared. ... I know I have what a lot of people spend their lives trying to attain. Yet I never gave it a second thought before. ... Everything just fell into my lap. I didn't even go searching for it." World record for both Squall's speaking ability and depth of conversation.

"Well, you're lucky," Zell answered brightly.

"What would I do if I lost it all, Zell?" Squall asked.

"What makes you think you'll loose it all?" Zell asked.

"How would you feel about me... if I lost it all?" Squall asked, shifting in the couch cushion, pressing his back to the soft seat.

Zell laughed softly. "I'm not after you for your money. Or because you're Griever. ... Remember when we first meet?"

Squall thought it over. Zell nearly being raped. He'd taken Zell back his room and held the kid though the night, sleeping with the blonde pressed to him.

Zell took Squall's silence as a yes. "When I woke, and saw that it was you, Griever, in bed with me. An' that I might'da had sex you... Did I seem happy?"

A small frown formed on Squall's eyebrows. "No. You were upset."

"Yet yesterday," Zell said in a shy, cute voice. "In Dollet. Did I seem upset then?"

"No."

"See... being Griever doesn't impress me," Zell said. "Eh, I mean... it impresses me, o' course! But... it doesn't make me want to be with you."

Silence came as Squall breathed, thinking Zell's words over.

"And I do wanna be with you," Zell said softly, his voice unsure saying the confession.

Squall smiled his meek grin.

"Squall?" Zell asked.

"Oh!" Squall said, realizing he'd let the conversation drop into silence again. "Zell... I..."

"I know," Zell answered, his voice slightly sad. "I donno what I'm doing, honestly. I wanna be with you. Hyne knows that... Couldn't sleep last night. But, crap, I donno what I'm doing..."

"I miss you," Squall spoke softly.

This time it was Zell's turn to let silence take over. But he quickly spoke after a brief quiet. "You miss me? Really?" his voice hopefully.

"I'm sorry I have to work," Squall said. "I'd do anything to be there with you..."

Zell giggled softly, a slight sound of mischief in his laughter. "To bad you weren't here... Ma ain't home..."

Squall had to smile at that. "You know, Zell..."

"Wha?" Zell asked, his smile apparent even over the phone.

"We could always... have phone sex...?" Squall said, still smiling his meek expression.

"Really?!" Zell asked.

"If you want," Squall replied slowly. "... I - want to."

"'Kay..." Zell said in a bright, near laugher voice. "How... do we do it?"

"You in your room?" Squall asked, feeling a wave of tingles flow over his body.

"Yeah."

"Lay back on your bed." Squall felt his breathing increase, his body already getting warm.

"'Kay..."

Squall shifted and pulled off his coat, tossing it to the floor. "Imagine my hands pushing under your shirt, running over your stomach. Then slowly pulling the shirt off."

Zell made this excited squeak noise.

"My hands slowly touching over your soft skin. Over your chest, squeezing your nipples softly, my nails gently scraping over your shoulders and down your arms."

"Um... Squall?" Zell spoke curiously.

"You... wanna do this, right?" Squall asked, his body already becoming aroused.

"Yeah! ... But can I do it, too?" Zell asked in a softer, excited voice.

"Of course," Squall answered. "Tell me what you want to do to me."

Zell giggled quietly then worked up his courage and fought off his embarrassment. "I wanna feel you pressed to me. To breath in, and smell your scent. To run my hands over your thighs, feeling the soft leather of your pants on my skin."

"I move and press my lips to yours, pushing my tongue into your mouth. My hands move down to unbutton your pants."

"Kissing you back, I unbutton your shirt then push it off your shoulders, my hands sliding down your arms, then take your shirt and toss it away. Grabbing you I pull to against me, pushing my mouth harder to yours, pulling your body hard against mine."

Squall pulled off his shirt, tossing it away with his coat. "Putting my hands onto your chest, I push you back against the bed, sitting up to remove your pants and boxers. I pull them off, running my hands over the soft skin of your thighs. I move back up to kiss your lips again."

"I grab your pants, undoing the clasp. Running my fingers over the leather material, I pull the pants off your hips, sliding my hands down your thighs before moving back to grab your ass, squeezing, pulling your body down on top of mine again."

Squall's breath was ragged in excitement, and the begging arousal had turned into an aching hard on. "I soak my fingers in my mouth, drenching saliva over them before moving down to coat my erection." Squall reached down with his free hand, releasing himself from his pants, sliding the leather pants off his hips as best he could. "Spreading your legs, I pull you close, moving my lips against yours, my tongue pushing back into your mouth. Then I thrust inside of you."

Squall could hear Zell's heavy breath, hungry for actual touch from the brunette. "I wrap arms around your shoulders, pushing myself hard against you. My muscles grabbing at you as I move my mouth from yours, down your chin, to your throat, licking and sucking."

Squall was now full on masturbating, his hand sliding over his shaft in eager desire. "Hyne, I miss you. I want to push into you. I want to have your body again. I feel you under me. I just want to kiss you, hold you, ride you."

"I'm holding you," Zell said. "There with you. Underneath you. You're deep inside of me. Our bodies are locked together."

"...I kiss you, my body rubbing against yours as I push harder into you."

"I wrap my legs around you, caressing your back with my hands, my lips kissing your neck and shoulders, my body pulling you tighter into me."

"My tongue moves over your skin, my mouth tracing kisses over you tattoo, down to your mouth, where I kiss you hard. One of my hands pressed against the mattress holds my body above yours, my other hand moving over your skin, touching you, trying to feel every part of your flesh. My hips grinding against you, pushing deeper into you. Riding you hard, feeling your body wrapped around me."

Desperate, hungry breath was the only thing to respond to Squall's words. Then Zell spoke in an airy voice: "Squall... Baby. I need you... Cum inside of me."

"I rock harder into you, pushing my cock deeper-"

Zell's excited moan filled the phone line. "Oh Squall."

Squall knew Zell was cuming. "-into you, fucking you..." Then Squall came, his hips buckling against his hand, masturbating hard, his sperm spilling out onto the carpeted floor. "Zell... bishounen..."

Then ragged breathing took over the conversation.

"Zell?" Squall managed out.

Airy, excited, light laughter came from Zell before he spoke. "Squall."

"I wish I could taste your cum," Squall said softly, shifting in his couch seat, pushing himself back into his pants.

"... That was really fun," Zell said. "But now..." Zell sighed, his breathing near normal, "...my bed feels so empty."

"Bishounen," Squall's soft voice said slightly sad. "I want to hold you. To feel your body against mine. To taste your skin, cum, body. To smell your scent. ... To see you smile. And your beautiful blue eyes... I love your eyes."

Silence came before Zell quickly said "Oh! I'm smiling... sorry... Ya can't see that..." he laughed softly.

Squall smiled slightly. "You're so cute."

Zell giggled softly before silence filled the phone lines. "... I wanna talk to you, but I don't know what to say."

"Talk about anything," Squall said. "I love hearing your voice."

"Uh... hum," Zell tried. "How... long until you can come see me again?"

Squall felt his heart drop. "I don't know. Six concerts here in Esthar over a month period, then it looks like Jep's signed me up for a modeling-shoot down in Timber... ugh. Oh, and Seifer mentioned earlier today that some guy called about a movie he wants Seifer and myself in... Probably some B-rated piece of crap... And I've got an interview on Fantasy coming up next week. As well as some picture-shoots for posters... And then a music video taping starting this week for the new song Blessed."

"Wow," Zell said sadly. "Busy..."

"I'll find time... I'll go see you..." Squall tried.

"Its alright... you just busy. You're a Super Star," Zell replied.

"...What are you going to be doing?"

"School starts in two weeks," Zell said softly.

School? Zell's only 15. Of course he'd be in school.

Squall was about to say something when a knock pounded on his door. "Hold on, Zell." He put his hand over the phone, calling to the door. "Yes?"

"Its Jep, Squall," a voice called from behind the door. "Need you to come down for dinner with the other bands. Couple news reporters are down there."

Squall closed his eyes, reluctantly saying "I'll be right there..." He pulled his hand off the phone, giving his attention back to Zell. "I have to go."

"Okay," Zell said, trying to sound happy, but failing. "I'll talk to you again...?"

"I'll call tomorrow," Squall encouraged.

"'Kay," Zell replied. "Bye."

"Ashita. Promise," Squall said. "Oyasumi nasai."

The phone clicked dead. Squall pressed the off button, sighing. He stood up, reaching down to pick his shirt up, walking across the room to hang the phone up.

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// Thanks XIneko for the phone-sex idea. Obviously I needed a fresh idea for this fan fic...

// Oyasumi nasai = "Good Night" -- Ashita = "Tomorrow" -->>> I'm writing instead of studying, so excuse the poor attempts at my trying to memorize Japanese.