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

//Star-Light: Chapter 27//

//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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-Saturday Morning-

Zell jumped on the hotel bed of Selphie's room.

"Zell," Selphie said, holding back a laugh.

Zell turned his bouncing to look down at Selphie. She was smiling up at him from the table a few feet away. "What?"

"You're just funny," Selphie said, standing up from the chair she was sitting in.

"When are the others going to be here again?" Zell asked, flopping down to his butt on the mattress, bouncing a few times before his motion stopped.

"Bout an hour," Selphie said with a sigh. She walked to Zell, picking up a glass bowl filled with chocolates (compliments of the hotel), then sat down next to the blonde.

Zell reached into the bowl, taking a few chocolates into his hand. "Why didn'tcha go with them?" he asked, popping the chocolate into his mouth.

Selphie shrugged, eating some of the chocolate herself. "Haven't hung out with my best bud since we got to Esthar. So I thought I should hang out with you a while."

"Aw!" Zell said, wrapping his arm around Selphie's shoulders. "Thanks, Selph."

"So, how long until Squall gets back?" Selphie asked, looking down to the bowl.

"About 2 this afternoon or something," Zell said. "Practice this morning, then he's got some studio stuff or sometin. Dis afternoon he's supposed to talk a little with that reporter... Miss Trepe."

"She's pretty nice," Selphie said. "I chatted with her for a little while."

"Yeah!" Zell agreed. "Squall had an interview yesterday morning wit her. I was there. It was pretty fun... don't know if Squall liked it. He's hard to read."

Selphie moved the bowl of chocolates to rest on the blankets. She then leaned back saying "Whatcha planning on doing... you know... With school starting soon. And Squall still this huge Super Star. ... How are you two going to keep it together... sorry, those are like downer questions... didn't mean-"

"Naw, you're right," Zell said, shifting on the mattress to continue eating the chocolates and look down at Selphie. "I mean, how the fuck are we gonna stay together?!"

Selphie turned onto her side, her head resting on her hand, elbow in the mattress. "...School is coming. And your Ma..."

"My Ma," Zell muttered to himself. Then he turned to look at Selphie's emerald green eyes. "She knows about what Squall and I do... in bed... ya know?" Zell's cheeks flushed.

"How'd she find out?!" Selphie's eyes widened. "Then again," her expression turned to a small frown, "it is sorta obvious..."

Zell frowned at Selphie. "Squall told her... on accident..."

Selphie laughed softly, her nose wrinkled. "Whoops."

Zell sighed, popping more chocolate into his mouth.

"But seriously," Selphie said, pushing up from the bed. "What are you going to do?"

Zell cringed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't fuckin' know!" he shouted.

Selphie looked at Zell, her face blank.

Zell sighed, looking up to meet Selphie's foresty eyes with his sapphire sparkles. "I'm...sorry I yelled. It's just... I really love Squall, Selphie. I've... I've never loved... anyone like this before... If... if I can't be with him, I... really dunno what I'll do. You... you don't understand how... much I need him..."

"Wow, Zell," Selphie said softly. "You're seriously... you really love him, don't you?"

Zell leaned back in the mattress. "Its stupid. I don't want to be without him. But ... what have I done to myself?"

Selphie moved the bowl of chocolates out of the way as she moved to lay next to Zell. "What's with boys?"

Zell turned his face to look at Selphie. "Shut up."

Selphie smiled at Zell, who broke into a grin, looking away quickly. "Zell, what exactly are you griping about? You want to know how it will all work out?"

Zell closed his eyes, laying an arm over his face.

"No one can tell you how it'll work out, Zelly," Selphie said, poking Zell in the side.

Zell jolted, turning to look at Selphie. He wrinkled his nose at her.

Selphie smiled, pushing up to support her body with her arm as she lay on her side. "Maybe you should ask Squall. He might have a better answer."

Zell sighed. "Yeah. Suppose you're right."

~*~

Squall leaned back in the chair, his eyes closed.

"Its not working!" Jep snarled at some employee of the studio. "I'm not satisfied. Do you people have the slightest clue what you're supposed to be doing?!"

Seifer leaned forward in his chair, burring his face in his palms. Dami patted Seifer's back. Seifer turned to look at the drummer, sneering.

"Can this get any more boring?" Seifer asked Dami.

Dami laughed softly. "Go rape Grieve."

Seifer sat back, Dami moving his hand away. "You know its different between us now."

"Just because of that little blonde boy?" Dami asked, looking across the room at Squall.

"Yeah," Seifer replied, his eyes locked on the ground in front of him.

"What the fuck did the kid do to Griever?" Dami asked, not moving his attention from the brunette singer.

"Who knows," Seifer replied, running his fingers through his golden locks. "Fuckin'... Man, that Chicobo... shit." Seifer shook his head, his hand grasping the back of his neck.

"He's really into him isn't he?" Dami asked. "I mean... what's going on with that?" Dami turned from watching Squall to look at Seifer.

Seifer slouched back in the couch. "Kid did something to Griever. I donno what. I can't explain it. Griever doesn't even know."

"Alright!" Jep yelled, turning away from the man. "I'm about done with this place."

"That mean we can go back to the hotel?!" Thoran asked.

"No," Jep answered, trying to be calm. "We've got a few minutes to let these guys try and fix whatever they fucked up. We can continue your report, Miss Trepe."

Quistis looked up from the table she sat at. Pen and pad in hand, obviously she'd been making notes on the scene that played out around the studio room.

Jep nodded to her. "Might as well do some interviewing right now."

All the men of Blood Kiss turned and looked at Quistis. She felt her cheeks flush slightly. All the eyes in the room were on her.

Clearing her throat, she began. "I guess... I have a few group questions."

"Well," Hazen said, "Go ahead, little-lady."

Quistis shifted in her seat, dusting off her lap, then she spoke. "The band, Blood Kiss, has been together for a very long time. And all of the current members have been together for about two and one-half years. How do each of you feel about the band continuing to stay together for years into the future?"

"Course I want da band ta stay tagether!" Hazen said. "Only seems right! We all are great buds!"

Quistis wrote that down.

"My life was fucking hell before I joined this band," Dami said. "I was the last to join, so I'm just thankful I got in before they made it big. And I'm sure as fuck interested in making sure this band stays together for a fucking long ass time."

"Yeah, I want to be in this band for a very long time," Seifer agreed.

"Exactly," Thoran jumped in. "We're good together. We should stay together."

Quistis quoted the men on her pad. Looking up, she turned her attention to the quiet Squall. "Mr. Griever?" she asked, hoping to get a reply.

"Cub's just quiet like that," Seifer said, smiling.

Squall sat up, opening his eyes. Everyone looked at him. He turned his attention to Quistis. After a brief pause of staring at the blonde reporter, Squall spoke. "... This is my life. And I want it to stay my life. If Blood Kiss broke up, I'd be missing a big part of who I am."

Squall turned from Quistis, closing his eyes and leaning his head back again.

The room was dead silent, no one dared turning away from Squall, all in shock that the Super Star had just confessed that. Confessed his liking, needing to be in the band.

Seifer burned his sky-blue eyes into Squall, in complete amazement that what the brunette singer had just said.

~*~

-1:45-

Zell was laying near the edge of the king-sized bed, his eyes closed, relaxing. Selphie was bouncing on the bed this time, making sure to keep away from Zell, not wanting to accidentally jump on top of the spiky-haired blonde.

"Mum would kill me," Selphie said, continuing to bounce. "Jumping like this on a bed."

Zell smiled, not opening his eyes.

"Its quite fun, though," Selphie continued.

Heavy knuckles fell on the door.

Selphie bounced down to her butt then slide off the bed, walking to the door. "Yeah?"

She opened the door to see Matt and Kyle.

"Why'd you two knock?" Selphie asked, stepped back to let them in.

Matt shrugged. "Sorry. Force a' habit?"

"Sides, we donno what you and Zell might be doing," Kyle said, snickering.

"Yeah right!" Selphie said, playfully smacking Kyle's arm. She turned and pushed the door closed.

"You did spend the morning with him," Matt said, smiling at Selphie.

Selphie sneered at him.

"Oh!" Matt said, turning to look at Zell, who was still laying on the bed. "B.K. just got back."

Zell moved to sit up, looking at his three friends.

Kyle laughed softly. "I think Griever went back to his room to take a shower..." Kyle smirked evilly.

Matt laughed hard, covering his eyes with one hand.

Zell blushed deeply, his sapphire eyes widening at Kyle. He opened his mouth to say something, but he hadn't a retort. The image of Squall in a shower had taken over his mind.

Kyle laughed at Zell. "Nice image, ne?"

Zell sneered at him. "Jackass!"

"Echem!" Selphie interrupted the boys.

Kyle and Matt softened their laughter to quiet chuckles, Zell letting his sneer fad slightly, meeting his eyes with Selphie's.

"Zell," Selphie said. "Go see Squall. If he's in the shower, I doubt you'd want to miss that... So go on."

"Yeah, Zell," Matt said. "Griever's all dirt- OUCH!" Matt turned back to glare at Selphie, his hand clasped over the opposite arm. "You hit hard!"

Selphie stuck her tongue out at Matt.

Zell slid off the bed and crossed the room. "I'll ... see you guys later."

Matt and Kyle smirked evil grins at Zell, but bit their tongues, knowing Selphie was glaring at both of them.

Red came to Zell's cheeks again, but he tired his best to ignore his two male friends as he left.

Walking down the hallway, Zell approached Squall's room. Slowly he reached down and grasped the doorknob, turning it.

"Its different," Seifer's voice said.

Zell pushed the door open further to see Seifer leaning in the bathroom doorway, looking into the title-floor room.

"That a bad thing?" Zell could hear Squall's voice coming from the bathroom.

Seifer pushed up to stand up tall. "You sure surprised the fuck out of all of us."

No reply from Squall.

Zell closed the door softly then walked towards Seifer.

Seifer turned to see Zell. He smiled at the tattooed blonde. "Chicobo."

"Seifer," Zell replied, ignoring the nick-name.

Seifer turned around and slowly walked towards the door. "I'll leave you two be. Later, Chicobo."

Zell walked to the open bathroom door, looking into the tile-floor room.

The front door to the hotel room closed, signaling Seifer was gone.

Squall looked up from unclasping his belt. "Zell."

Zell smiled at him. "You're back early."

Squall nodded, turning his attention back to his leather pants.

"Takin' a shower?" Zell asked.

"You're welcome to join me," Squall said. He moved his head up to look at Zell, the cloudy grey-blue spheres glittering in excitement, the rest of his face stone in stoic ice.

Zell smiled brightly at Squall, stepping into the bathroom.

Squall reached forward, taking Zell's arm and pulling him close. "Bishounen," he whispered then leaned down to meet his lips with the moist red flesh of Zell's mouth.

Zell's hand moved to Squall's waist, the leather pants sliding down a bit. Zell's mouth was open, Squall's tongue exploring and tasting.

Pulling back to take Zell's shirt off Squall spoke. "Chocolate."

Zell smiled, letting Squall strip him. "I was jus eating some."

Squall's eyes meet Zell's again, the storm of grey-blue locking with the swirl of sapphire. Squall's fingers lightly touched Zell's cheek, caressing down. The brunette leaned forward, brushing his lips over Zell's as he whispered "You take my breath away."

Zell pushed his lips to Squall's, the blonde's tongue sliding out of his mouth to flicker over the Super Star's skin.

Moving his hands further down on Squall's hips, Zell felt the leather pants fall completely off, exposing Squall into the nude.

~*~

-Later that day-

Zell sat next to Squall on the couch in the brunette's hotel room. The blonde's eyes were closed, his body leaning heavily against Squall, sleep teasing to take over.

Squall kissed Zell's forehead, snuggling close to the blonde bishounen.

Zell opened his sapphire spheres, remembering the conversation he'd had with Selphie.

"Squall?" Zell asked, turning his head to face Squall.

Squall looked down at the bright, innocent face that belonged to Zell. "Zell?"

"I... I have school starting soon," Zell said.

"...Yes," Squall replied, unsure of what else to say.

"I'm trying ta say, Squall: what are we gonna do? Us. As a ... couple?" Zell asked, shifting his body to better face Squall.

"What do you mean?" Squall asked.

"How are we gonna be together when school starts for me? When you gotta get back to seriously workin'?" Zell asked, his eyes shinning in the soft light of the room.

"What do you want me to say, Zell?" Squall replied, moving his hand to take the young blonde's.

Zell cringed a sad expression. "What kinda answer is that?" He pulled his hand from Squall's reach.

Squall sighed. "Alright Zell. Honestly, we only have a few choices. Long distance relationship filled with phone-sex and an occasional physical experience. I can quit Blood Kiss and move to Balamb. You can take up a private tutor and travel with me around the world. That's all I can offer you."

Zell sighed, closing his eyes with his head tilted down. "I'm sorry, baby. ... Sorta expected you to just snap your fingers and everything to work out."

Squall moved his hands to take Zell's, pulling the young blonde back to him. "I'm sorry I can't do that for you, bishounen."

Zell opened his eyes to meet Squall's cloudy gaze. "I just don't want to be without you. I felt so horribly empty before I came to Esthar. Now, I'm afraid to leave you, to feel what its like without you near me again. I feel so lost and incomplete when you're not around."

Squall brushed the back of his hand over Zell's tattoo. "Life is like that. Life is without reason, without meaning, without conditions, without limits, and without resolution. Everything you have, you make. That's why if you choose to believe something, it will be true. So, bishounen... my beautiful Zell, what you have to do is believe it will work out, then force it so. Life won't give it to you, you have to make it for yourself."

Zell blinked, his sapphire eyes burning into Squall. "You always say the most amazin' things."

Squall meet Zell's gaze, holding the sapphire spheres in a locked stare. "Only around you."

Someone knocking at the door startled their private conversation.

"Yes?" Squall's voice called in a normal tone, which was louder then his soft speech.

"Thought you'd like to see this," Seifer's voice called.

"Come in," Squall said, Zell shifting to sit down close to Squall.

Seifer opened the door, then crossed the room to hand Squall the newspaper for Esthar: Ultimate Read.

Squall took the paper, eyeing Seifer a moment before looking down to read the headlines.

"Model Hit in Freak Accident."

Sighing, Squall continued to read the article silently to himself.

"Showing up to Eden, the most romantic restaurant in all of Gaia, Rinoa Heartilly was mistaken in thinking she had a date with the gay lead singer of Blood Kiss. Griever was on a date with a young boy when Rinoa burst in and interrupted their evening. She was soon after kicked out by the manager.
After not even 10 minutes, Rinoa Heartilly walked out to cross a street and was hit by a large truck. She is in stable conditions currently in Laguna's Full-Down Memorial Hospital. Doctors say she'll probably never be able to work in as model again due to a massive disfiguration."

Squall looked up at Seifer, eyes slightly wide.

"Bitch got hit!" Seifer said in a plain voice, taking the paper back.

"That Model from last night?" Zell asked.

"Yeah," Seifer confirmed, nodding.

"How awful," Zell said softly.

Squall frowned, looking to Zell.

"Well," Seifer spoke, taking a step backwards, "I thought you'd be interested in that. Can't believe your girlfriend was hit, Cub."

Squall glared at Seifer. Seifer smirked back, then turned around and walked back towards the door.

"Shit..." Zell mumbled, thinking it over.

"Don't worry," Squall said softly, putting a hand on Zell's built chest. "I'm sure surgeons can fix her face or whatever else happened. In this day-n-age, anything is possible. ... I'll send her a card or something if you want."

Zell meet Squall's eyes. "Naw... people would think you two were together then."

Squall nodded, smiling on the inside.

"Don't need to give the girl anymore aggravation," Zell continued his point. "But... wow... Can't believe she was hurt. That's... crazy."

~*~

Seifer sat at the bar downstairs. It was quiet and dark with a soft, relaxing atmosphere. Top that off with booze, it was a perfect place to try and drown some of a person's sorrow.

Sure he felt better. We, he thought he was feeling better. But moments like at the studio where Squall confessed his need for being in Blood Kiss, and upstairs where Zell interrupted Seifer's conversation with Squall, and then entering the hotel room to find the two cuddling on the couch. Moments like that put a downer on Seifer's mood.

Chicobo. That little blonde kid. Able to destroy Squall's icy-shell, when Seifer had tried for four years to do the same. Three weeks. That's all Chicobo needed and Squall's ice-covered heart had started to thaw.

Squall liked someone, and it wasn't Seifer. Chicobo stole Squall away from Seifer, and Seifer hadn't been able to do anything about it. And he still wasn't able to do anything.

But Seifer was feeling better. After all, two years ago he'd broken off the real relationship with Squall.

Quistis Trepe sat down next to Seifer at the bar. He turned and looked at her, frowning slightly.

"Bartender," Quistis called the man over. "Vodka rocks."

The bartender went to fetch the drink.

"Miss Trepe," Seifer said, turning his attention to the blonde reporter.

Quistis turned to him. "Mr. Flare."

"More questions?" Seifer asked, knocking back his shot of whiskey.

Quistis shook her head. "I'm in break right now. And I needed a drink. After being here for a few days, I'm feeling the pressure. Groupies, drugs, orgies... I don't know how you live with it day in and day out." Quistis sighed, her eye brows raised. "The pressure is too much for me - Oh, thank you." Quistis accepted the drink from the bartender.

"Put it on my tab," Seifer said to the man. He nodded to Seifer, then moved down to the other end of the bar.

"Thank you," Quistis said to Seifer, taking a small sip of her drink. "Why are you down here drinking?"

Seifer picked up his bottle of Southern Comfort, pouring another shot for himself. "Nothing better to do."

"Aw, well," Quistis replied. Conversation wasn't her forte. She could ask questions and interview, no problem, but actual social conversations she tended to lack.

"Hear what happened to Rinoa Heartilly?" Seifer asked, holding back a smirk, his eyes locked on his shot glass.

"Tragedy, really," Quistis said, but she didn't sound sorry.

Seifer looked up to the blonde woman. "Did you know her?"

Quistis took another drink, this one slightly larger. "A friend reporter of mine did an story on models. Rinoa Heartilly wasn't exactly the nicest woman. ... But I dare not say I'm happy she was hit," Quistis turned to meet Seifer's eyes. "Of course not."

Seifer half-smiled. "Of course not. ... How much more do you need for your cover-story to be complete?"

Quistis breathed deeply. "I do have a lot on Mr. Griever and Zell Dincht. And I've gained quite a bit on Griever and his ...affection, though that is most certainly too strong a word, his affection for being a singer in Blood Kiss. But I'd like more on his past." Quistis crossed one leg over the other, laying an arm over her lap. "More on you and his relationship. Everyone knows the details as to how Griever joined B.K., but your and his relationship is pretty much an assumed subject."

"Media-fluff," Seifer replied, downing another shot of his whiskey. "I'm happy to tell you what I know about his and my relationship."

Quistis nodded. "Thank you. I'll take a rain-check on that conversation. Right now... I'm -" Quistis motioned to her drink.

"Off duty," Seifer said with a smirk.

Quistis smiled at the large blonde. "Yes."

~*~

Jep Levy walked into the hotel with Cid Kramer, executive producer of Within Fantasies.

"I'm happy to wrap this up," Jep said.

"Oh, yeah!" Cid replied. "The script meets your approval?"

Jep nodded. "The boys will be very happy with it, I believe."

"And shooting Balamb City and Balamb Garden is okay?" Cid asked.

"Yes," Jep replied. "Nice, quiet location. Media won't be as big a problem. Security issues won't be that bad. Nice calm island, away from the busy of the rest of the world."

"It'll be a good three weeks of shooting," Cid informed. "At least. And that depends how many episodes Blood Kiss will be in."

"That's fine," Jep answered. "We can hold our practice sessions down at the stage-center. And then fly the boys out to Esthar for to finish their concerts. And the studio in Balamb is one of the best. So I think the boys will be happy."

"Its quite an honor to have Blood Kiss coming in the show," Cid said. "I'm so relieved you agreed to it. And I'll get that movie script to you as soon as possible."

Jep nodded. "The plot does sounds like something Flare would be interested in," Jep confirmed his interest in the script. "And DoomTrain Studios has a script for a movie they'd like Griever to star in. ... My boys are becoming Movie Stars..." Jep shook his head. 'They'd better still have time to write more songs."

Cid laughed. "Those boys have a new song out every week it seems. I'm sure they'll still think up some great stuff to fill the shelves."

"I'm going to have to look into finding more work for the rest of the band while the two lead-stars work on those movie projects. DoomTrain Studios deal for Griever is almost completely wrapped up. Only need to get that stoic-prick to sign the contract," Jep finished, sighing.

"The contracts for Within Fantasies should be here by later tonight, hopefully before the concert," Cid said. "And I'll get my secretary on the phone, have her call up the writer of that script. Fax it over, then you can show it to Flare."

~*~

Zell and Squall walked downstairs to the bar. Zell was slightly hungry, and he'd wanted to get out of the hotel room for a while.

Entering the bar, Squall noticed Seifer and Quistis chatting away. Taking Zell's hand, the brunette lead the tattooed boy to the two blondes.

"Seifer," Squall said.

Seifer smiled at him. "What are you doing down here?"

"I was hungry," Zell answered.

Squall moved to sit next to Seifer, opposite of Quistis. Zell sat on the other side of Squall.

Seifer turned to face the bar. "Should I get another shot glass?" he asked, motioning to the bottle of Southern Comfort sitting on the bar in from of him.

Squall nodded, moving to get his cigarette case from his back pocket.

Quistis slid from her bar stool. "Be right back, gentlemen."

Seifer smiled at her. "We aren't going anywhere."

Quistis smiled back shyly, then turned away to the girl's restroom.

"Did we interrupt anything?" Squall asked in a soft voice.

Seifer smirked at Squall. "Shut up."

Squall looked down at the wooden counter in front of him.

The bartender walked over, noticing a young boy was sitting at his bar, but he decided to ignore it. After all, the blonde kid was sitting next to the two biggest stars in the entire of Gaia right now.

"Another shot glass," Seifer said, motioning to the bottle of whiskey.

"What do you want to eat?" Squall asked Zell softly.

"Donno!" Zell replied with a large sigh.

"The stake is good here," Seifer said, leaning on the bar to look past Squall at the young blonde.

"'Kay," Zell said, looking from Seifer to Squall. "I'll have that then." He brought his attention back to Seifer. "Thanks."

Seifer nodded, sitting straight again.

The bartender returned with another shot glass.

"He'd like a stake," Squall said to the man.

"How'd he like that?" the bartender asked, picking up a piece of paper. He normally didn't take food order, obviously, but hell, Griever was the one ordering.

Squall turned to let Zell answer.

"Rare," Zell replied.

"Potatoes? Bread?" the bartender continued the order.

"Baked. And French Bread," Zell said.

Quistis walked back, taking her seat next to Seifer.

"To drink?"

"Soda or something..." Zell said.

"Surly Temple," Squall said to the bartender.

The man noted that then asked "That's it?"

Squall nodded.

The bartender turned to go place Zell's order.

"Surly Temple?" Zell asked, looking up at Squall.

Squall turned to meet Zell's gaze. "Its really sweet. You'll like it."

Zell smiled at Squall.

"Boys!" Jep called from in back of the two Stars, reporter, and fan.

The two Stars turned to look at their manager.

"Within Fantasies is completely set up," Jep said. "All we need you to do is sign the contract. Then that movie Lemon Parade has been completely arranged, Griever, you only need to sign the contract, which I have up in my room. I'll bring it to you later."

Squall nodded, turning back to knock back his shot of whiskey.

"And, Flare, I've got a movie for you," Jep said.

Seifer frowned at Jep. "Who says I want to do a movie?"

Jep frowned back. "Read the script. I'll have it by later tonight. Then make your choice. Its not a B-movie piece of crap. Its already got some big Stars. Lemio Gque, Thomas Viyie, Fedeion Citju, and Meg Aimee all have signed for the movie."

Seifer turned back to the bar, unimpressed even though the names Jep had recited were some of the biggest stars of today.

"Read the script," Jep said in a stern voice.

"Yes, of course," Seifer replied using a whatever tone.

Jep shook his head. "Well, boys. Within Fantasies is going to start shooting in two weeks. Down at Balamb Island."

Squall perked up in his seat, sitting tall, eyes widened slightly.

Jep crossed his arms. "What?!"

Squall turned to Zell, who was already looking at him. Squall shrugged at Zell, looking back down to his empty shot glass.

"Is that it, Jep?" Seifer asked.

Jep sneered. "Pretty much."

"Good," Seifer replied. "We're paying you, so go do something else that I don't know or care that you do, okay?"

Jep growled, turning away and leaving.

The bartender came back, giving Zell his drink.

Squall held in a smile, still looking down at his empty shot glass.

Zell touched Squall's arm, the brunette turning to look at his young tattooed lover.

Squall looked at Zell, his grey-blue eyes glittering. Zell smiled brightly at Squall, his sapphire eyes sparkling back.

~*~

-Later-

Squall lay on his bed, fully clothed. The lights in his room were off, making the room close to pitch black, even though it was still light outside. Zell lay next to Squall, just as clothed, his eyes closed, his body snuggled close to the brunette.

Squall's eyes were closed, his hand lightly caressing Zell's forehead and through the blonde hair.

They lay here because there was still time until the concert, and Squall had wanted to spend it alone with Zell. Spend the time with his arms wrapped around Zell, breathing in the beautiful scene of the young boy.

Zell was awake, but sleep was pulling at him. He was in complete contentment with Squall, being here with the brunette. Alone in the strong arms of his love. The strong musky, attractive, delicious scent that was Zell's first memory of Squall. Heaven was being in the brunette's arms, and Zell never wanted to leave this place.

Squall leaned forward and kissed Zell's forehead lightly, his voice whispering "You are my everything, Zell." Then Squall kissed Zell's forehead again, nuzzling the blonde.

Zell smiled brightly inside. Outside he didn't move except to snuggle further into Squall's arms.

Heaven.

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