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

//Star-Light: Chapter 20//

//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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-7:15pm-

"Heya, Zell 'ere," Zell said into his bedroom phone.

"Zell!" Selphie answered loudly. "Zell, Zell, Zell, Zell, Zell, Zell!"

"Selphie!" Zell snapped.

"Oh, sorry!" Selphie giggled. "Got off track... okay... So like, its a long trip to Esthar considering we have ta go by train. Boat is too expensive. So is airplane for that matter... Since we've gotta head around to FH. Its super long, two hours to Dollet, then three hours to Timber, another three hours to FH, then 5 hours up to Esthar-"

"Selph," Zell said. "I know that already. What's your point?"

"I've talked to the others and like, they're thinking we should leave tonight, instead of tomorrow. Otherwise we like won't get there until really late tomorrow night! And we want to be there early, right? And everyone's already asked their parents. And I asked my parents. And so all we need is for you to ask your mom. Because I've already called the Train Station and the next train for Dollet leaves in an hour. Then I called the Dollet Train Station and they have a train leaving for Timber in 4 hours. Then I called-"

"Selphie!" Zell interrupted her for the third time.

"...Eh?" Selphie asked.

"I'll go ask Ma if its okay to leave right now," Zell said. "Jus... wait right here." Zell set the phone down on his bed, looking at it with his eyes wide a short while before turning to his locked bedroom door.

Clicking the lock out of place, Zell opened the door and headed out of the room.

~*~

"You're seriously going to let Zell go to Esthar alone?" Jesperice asked her sister.

Mrs. Dincht looked up from the sewing on her lap. "Why not?"

Jesperice frowned. "He's only 15. Going to go meet up with a big Rock Star. Zell will be around drugs and alcohol. Not to mention the sex that goes on around places like that!" Jesperice shook her head.

Mrs. Dincht looked back down to her lap, pushing the thread through the white cloth. "What would you suggest I do?"

"What do you mean?" Jesperice asked.

Mrs. Dincht continued to sew. "Should I tell Zell to never see Squall again? To never go near that Super Star? That can offer Zell anything his little heart desires?"

Jesperice fell silent, looking at the floor.

"I'm not saying he'll run away if I say no... although... I'll admit, I'm afraid of that," Zell's mother said softly. "But why deny Zell this?" she looked up to her sister. "Squall seems like a decent boy."

"He's gay. Hyne knows what he might want from Zell," Jesperice said, looking at her sister.

"Zell's gay..."

Jesperice's mouth fell open. "W-what?"

Mrs. Dincht nodded, looking back to her sewing again. "Squall is his ... boyfriend."

"What?!" Jesperice exclaimed loudly.

Zell's mother looked up, a small blush on her cheeks.

"And you're letting him go to Esthar?" Jesperice asked.

Mrs. Dincht nodded, she opened her mouth, about to speak when Zell walked downstairs.

"Eh, Ma?" Zell asked. He noticed the weird looking his aunt was giving him, but brushed it off.

"Yes, dear?" she replied.

"I know family is 'ere and everything, an' I'm not trying to be rude. An' I know I told you we were gonna leave for Esthar tomorrow... but Selphie just called and like... she wants to leave in an hour..." Zell said, trying to give him mother the cutest puppy-dog eyes look he could muster.

"Tonight?" Zell's mother asked.

Zell nodded. "Yeah..."

"Alright," she said with a soft smile.

Zell smiled brightly and turned to run back upstairs.

"Oh! Don't forget to call the hotel and leave Squall the time of your arrival!" Zell's mother quickly blurted out.

Zell turned around. "Eh... Did he give you the number?"

Mrs. Dincht nodded. "On the notepad near the phone."

Zell smiled a smaller grin before turning back to the stairs.

"And you're letting him go to Esthar?" Jesperice repeated her question.

Mrs. Dincht turned to look at her sister. "Was he not just floating on air?" Smiling softly she added "He's a good boy. And sometimes you've just gotta go for things in life."

~*~

Zell picked the phone up off his bed.

"She said yes!" he said quickly.

"Yeah!" Selphie squeaked. Loudly. "Train leaves at 8:30, okay?!"

"Yeah," Zell said.

"Xen's gonna come around and pick us up. Expect him to be there around 8, okay?"

"Alright. See you then!"

Selphie giggled. "Buh bye."

~*~

-11:00pm Esthar-

Squall sat in back stage with Seifer to his left. He held a large glass of whiskey, his eyes glazed over. The music from the front stage floating back for everyone to hear.

Tonberries. They were good. The second most popular band on this tour. Right after Blood Kiss. Some people might argue that Shiva's Influence were better, but it was a matter of wide-spread popularity.

If Squall ever thought about it, he'd say the chick band was better. Then again, they did sing about sex, orgasm, love, cum, head - well, you get the picture. Squall enjoyed their music. Maybe, if he got around to it, he would ask the girls if they'd mind him doing a song with them. That might be fun. Something he'd never considered before.

"Love and hate get it wrong... she cut me right back down to size. Sleep the day let it fade...who was there to take your place." The soothing voice of the lead singer of the Tonberries sang.

It was the final song before BK went up.

Squall sighed, finishing off his whiskey. He then set the cup on the table next to him, leaning back in the chair.

"No one know never will ... mostly me but mostly you. What you say what you do, when it all comes down?"

Squall felt Seifer's arm wrap over his shoulders. He leaned into the warm embrace of the large blonde, watching people rush by.

"I don't want to come back down from this cloud. Take me all this time to find out what I need. ... I don't want to come back down from this cloud. Take me all this, all this time..."

Squall turned and wrapped his arm over Seifer's chest, closing his eyes, relaxing. It was the opposite of what he should be doing right now. Considering they were about 15 minutes from heading up onto the stage for a performance.

"Excuse me?!" a female voice said.

Squall and Seifer turned their attention from cuddling.

A blonde woman with glasses too low on her noise, and blonde hair that was twisted around, fringing up - was smiling at them. She blinked a few times then looked down at the pad of paper she had, then looked up to the two headlining stars of Blood Kiss.

"There is no blame only shame... when you beg you just complain. More I come more I try."

"I'm Quistis Trepe, here to do a report on what its like living as a Super Star?" she looked at the men, hope of recognition pouring from her eyes.

"Oh, from The Girl Next Door?" Seifer asked, smirking.

Quistis turned red. "Eh, no! That-"

Seifer chuckled. Squall sighed, closing his eyes again.

"All police are paranoid.... So am I - so's the future. So are you - be creature. What do you say do you do when it all comes down?"

"I'm from Invoke," Quistis corrected.

"Fashion magazines.." Seifer mumbled. He looked down to the near-sleeping lion in his arms. "Cub? We're about to go on stage."

Squall opened his eyes, looking up in the sky-blue spheres. After a moment of staring, Squall pushed up from Seifer, sitting straight, turning his attention to the reporter.

"So!" Quistis said, taking a seat in a near-by chair. "You are dating Rinoa Heartilly?"

Squall glared at Quistis.

"I don't want to come back down from this cloud. Take me all this time to find out what I need. ... I don't want to come back down from this cloud. Take me all this, all this time..."

"Is that something I'm not supposed to touch on? Private situation? ... Seems Rinoa was all too eager to talk to the press about it," Quistis added the last lines with a small sneer, seeming disgusted almost.

"Cub's gay," Seifer said, smirking. "He's always been gay. That little whore - and you can write that down if you'd like. That whore was all over him-"

Quistis pulled out a pen and started writing.

"-like a fucking drunken prom-date. Drooling all over him. Swear, she was so fucking easy. Would probably fuck a dog if it looked interested," Seifer smirked.

Quistis looked up. "Rinoa Heartilly owns a dog. She says its her most prized possession. Do you mean to suggest that she ... fucks her dog?"

Seifer almost laughed.

"Love and hate get it wrong... she cut me right back down to size. Sleep the day let it fade...who was there to take your place?"

"Damn. Poor dog," Seifer said, trying to hold in snickers.

Quistis nodded, dead serious, writing those comments down.

"No one know never will ... mostly me but mostly you. What you say what you do, when it all comes down?"

Squall leaned back into Seifer's arm, closing his eyes again.

Quistis looked up at the two. "So you two are still a couple?"

Squall's eyes opened, glancing up at Seifer. Seifer looked down at Squall, frowning.

"How should we answer that?" Seifer asked.

Squall thought it over, looking at Quistis before turning back to Seifer. He shrugged.

"I don't want to come back down from this cloud. Take me all this time to find out what I need. ... I don't want to come back down from this cloud. Take me all this, all this time..."

"No," Seifer decided. He brought his eyes to meet Quistis'. "We aren't together."

"Oh!" Quistis said, making a few more notations. "And... can I ask why?"

"You'll meet the reason tomorrow," Seifer said, trying his best to smile his trademark fanged-grin.

Quistis smiled at him, so he guessed he pulled it off. No pain in his words or expression.

"Meet the reason? So that means this is a someone?" Quistis asked, looking at Squall.

Squall gave her a small sneer. Like he really wanted some reporter to talk to Zell. Oh fuck. The reporter would be here the entire time Zell was! How the fuck was Squall supposed to get alone time with his lover?

Actually, the public never stopped Squall with Seifer before. So, would the public or a reporter stop Squall from shoving his tongue down Zell's throat? Putting his hands over Zell's body? Ripping the boy's clothes off? Having him? Fucking him?

Squall's eyes went wide when he realized he was breathing fairly heavily. He looked at Seifer, who was smirking at him with plain amusement, then back to the reporter, who was giving him a "what was that?" wide-eyed expression.

"Love and hate get it wrong... she cut me right back down to size. Sleep the day let it fade...who was there to take your place? No one know never will ... mostly me but mostly you. What you say what you do, when it all comes down?"

Squall stood up.

"Cub? Hot flash, Cub-baby?" Seifer said, biting back at chuckle.

Squall glared at him.

"I don't want to come back down from this cloud. Take me all this time to find out what I need. ... I don't want to come back down from this cloud. Take me all this, all this time..."

"So, what is this person's name?" Quistis asked.

"This cloud... this cloud... this cloud..."

"We've gotta go make-up. Make sure we're pretty enough for the stage," Seifer said, pushing up from the couch. "But I'm sure Cub will answer all the question you could possibly ask after the concert."

Squall glared at Seifer, who blew a kiss at him.

Squall turned to look at Quistis, who wrote down a few more things before looking up to realize both men were staring at her.

Seifer nodded, flashing a sexy grin at her before heading past Squall, up about 6 stairs, going to make-up.

Squall breathed, watching Quistis.

"Um? Shouldn't you go to make up?" Quistis asked.

Squall glared at her. "His name is Zell. You look at him funny and I'll have you fired."

"I-I wouldn't dream of doing something to bother your lover," Quistis said, slightly concerned now.

Squall let his glare fade. "He's... young. Isn't use to you ... people. Don't... over load him... ... that's all I meant to say."

Quistis shook her head saying "Don't worry. I'll do my best to make Zell feel comfortable. And if I bother him, I'll give him space. I take my job seriously, and I'm not obsessive. That's why they sent me, Mr. Griever. I'm very stern, and completely professional. I won't act psychotic like other reporters who obsess over stories."

Quistis noticed Squall relax slightly. She hadn't realize he was tense, because he didn't look it. But now she could tell a small difference.

"Griever!" a loud, male voice called. "Stop flirting with the reporter and get you ass to make-up! You're on in five!"

Squall glared again, looking at Quistis. But she knew the expression was meant for the voice, not her.

"And I am gay... Rinoa Heartilly was an annoying girl," Squall said softly. "Fuck her."

He then turned and walked away from Quistis, heading towards more yelling voices.

Quistis noted a few more things, writing down Zell, underlining the name a few times. Zell Dincht. The name of the boy seen with Griever after the Balamb concert, Saturday morning.

Other reporters had dropped the story quickly, since Zell lived in Balamb and hadn't gone back to the hotel with Griever. But apparently there was more to the story then at first glimpse. Griever was very protective of the boy.

Quistis smiled to herself, folding the notepad shut, walking to get a better view of the concert.

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// The above song was "Comedown" by the cool band Bush!