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Title: Not So Hidden Agenda
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nanthimus
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Zell
Rating: NC-17, just to be safe?
Disclaimer: I don't own, am not making money, so please to be not suing.
"I can't believe Squall's doing this to me!" Zell yelled, throwing a final punch. The monster fell with a pitiful moan. "I mean," Zell continued, undeterred as he and Selphie stood in the Training Center. "Sending me out on a mission with fuckin' Seifer, man! That's not right!"
Selphie sighed, holding her nunchukus down. "Yeah, I know you hate it. But I'm Team Captain tomorrow, so no acting up, okay?"
He sat on a log and looking at her defensively. "Hey! Tell him that, he's the one who's always starting shit between us. He's the one who has to be insulting, he's the one who starts talking shit, he's the one that-"
"Yeah, but you're the one that starts physical fights," Selphie said reasonably, and giggled when he pouted at her. "Don't give me that look, we both know it's true. Now," she waved her nunchukus around in what she was hoping was an aggressive manner; Zell thought she looked more like an off-balanced windmill. "Let's go get more monsters. You need to get rid of some of that anger."
"Damn right, I do," he said, getting up and dusting off his shorts.
Several battles later, several falls into murky, muddy water, and several needless calling of GFs just to watch the lightshow, Zell was feeling a bit better. He and Selphie were laughing and joking with each other when she glanced at her watch.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, turning her wrist so he could see the time. "We gotta get going. It's midnight and we’ve got the mission in the morning.”
"Yeah," he agreed, that stormy expression growing on his face. "With fucking Seifer."
"Who's fucking Seifer?" A familiar voice called out and Seifer appeared out of the brush, gunblade slung over his shoulder. He surveyed the two of them, a cold, mocking glint on his eyes. "Well, Dincht? Was that wishful thinking?"
Selphie rolled her eyes. "Jeez, Seifer. Do you always have to be such a jerk?" she asked. He spared her a glance before looking at Zell intently.
“Ready for the mission tomorrow?” he asked, a smirk growing on his lips.
Zell bared his eyeteeth at Seifer. “Oh I’m ready. I’m a SeeD after all,” he boasted, not even attempting to reign the sting in. “Are you ready?”
Seifer smirked. “I’ve been ready. Finally becoming a SeeD,” he said. “If you can do it, I know I can.”
Zell’s face reddened. “What the hell does that mean?” he growled, hands curling up into fists. “I worked damn hard to become a SeeD.”
“I know that,” Seifer said, sneering. “And whatever you do, I know I can do ten times better. Don’t get angry, Chickenwuss, it’s just a fact.”
“What?!” Zell exploded, rushing forward, nose to nose with Seifer. “Why do you have to be such an asshole all the time?! What did I ever do to you, you jerk?!”
Seifer butted his forehead against Zell’s aggressively. “C’mon Dincht, couldn’t you have figured it out by now? I know it must be difficult to think with all that hair gel soaking into your brain, but give it a try some time.”
“God, Seifer, you’re such an bastard,” Zell hissed. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“Again, try thinking Zell,” Seifer said, eyes locked with Zell’s. “It really isn’t that hard to figure out.”
Zell was clearly through with thinking. Shouting, he drew his hand back but before it could make contact with Seifer’s face, a hard, wooden object connected with his head with a loud and painful sounding thump.
“OUCH! Goddamn it, Selphie, what the hell?!” he yelled, falling back and rubbing his head furiously. “That hurt, why'd you do that for?!”
“Because,” she said, as if that were enough and fixed a look on Seifer. “No comments, I’ll do the same to you. Now look. Tomorrow’s the mission. This is the first time I’ve ever been Team Captain, you guys, so don’t mess it up. Seifer, you really want to made SeeD, don’t you? It’s important that you try your best tomorrow. Zell...well, be good for me, okay?”
Zell sighed and nodded but Seifer glared. “Why should I listen to you?” he asked.
“Godda-” Zell began but was cut off by Selphie.
“You’re going to listen to me because this is an important mission. You’re going to listen to me because I say so. You're going to listen because if you don't, something bad will happen. Got it?” she asked, and they could practically see Hell Fire in her eyes.
Seifer looked away. “Fine. But this is only for this mission.”
Selphie smiled, her cheery persona instantly reappearing. “Well, of course, silly!” she chirped. “You couldn’t listen to me all the time. That would be really creepy!” She checked her watch again. “Now, we seriously need to get to our rooms.” She started toward the exit and Zell and Seifer fell in behind her, an uneasy truce between them.
“She always like that when she’s angry?” Seifer asked in an undertone and Zell nodded.
“Yeah, her and Ifrit are way too close, man. Sometimes it’s like she channels him, they’re so much alike.” In saying that, he felt the comforting static shock of Quezacotl in his head.
They fell silent, both pairs of blue eyes scouting the area tirelessly before Seifer glanced at Zell, eyebrow arched.
“Why so quiet, Dincht? I’d ask if you were lost in your thoughts, but well, this is you.” He chuckled
Stopping, Zell looked at the other man and spoke through clenched teeth. “Man , I don’t know what your deal is. I don’t want to know. I’m just so sick of your bullshit, so why don’t you just fuck right the hell off?!” He was yelling at the end of this, his hands clenched hard against the lapels of Seifer’s coat. Seifer grabbed Zell’s wrists, a smirk firmly planted on his full lips.
“Oh, you know you need me, Dincht,” he said. “Who the hell else would you throw your little temper tantrums with if not me?”
Zell drew closer. “What the fuck ever, Seifer. You’re jack shit to me. After the mission tomorrow I’m gonna do my very best to stay the hell away from you.” He stepped back and let go of Seifer’s coat. However, Seifer wouldn’t let go of his wrists. Zell tugged. “Fuck you, Seifer, let me go,” he commanded, his hands curling into fists at Seifer’s collar.
“What’re you going to do if I don’t?” he asked, eyes locked on Zell’s face. Zell sneered and slammed his fists into Seifer’s throat, catching him wholly off guard. Seifer gagged and let him go, staggering backwards, coughing.
“Hahaaa!” Zell crowed, pointing his middle finger at the fallen man triumphantly. “That’s what I’m gonna do, asshole!” Not bothering to wait for Seifer to get up, he turned and started down the path that Selphie had taken. Seifer tackles him from behind, and Zell slammed face-first into the ground. Flailing his arms and legs wildly, Zell tried to get up but Seifer planted his knee directly in the small of Zell’s back., effectively pinning him to the Training Center floor.
“Seifer, what the fuck!" Zell yelled, turning his head and spitting mud out of his mouth. “Let me up, Goddamn it!”
“Ah, hmm. That’s going to be a ‘no’, I’m afraid,” Seifer said and Zell could practically hear the smirk. Seifer leaned down and whispered in his ear, “now who’s caught off guard?”
Zell slammed his head backwards and Seifer’s nose exploded in a torrent of blood. He fell backwards and staggered to his feet. Zell did the same, falling into a defensive stance.
“Dincht, damn it!” Seifer cursed, voice muffled. “You didn’t have to make me bleed!”
“Oh, shut up,” Zell said. “You deserved it, you had me fucking pinned!” His eyes went from Seifer’s face to his gunblade. It hurt his pride to admit it, but Zell wasn’t sure he’d be able to beat Seifer on his own. Especially a Seifer who looked like he was capable of murder.
While he was pondering his chances of winning a fight, Seifer took his chances and threw a punch. Although he wasn’t a martial artist, the blow was solid, causing Zell to stumble backwards. Pushing his advantage, Seifer flung himself at Zell, struggling to pin him down again. Zell quickly threw his own weight up and to the left, reversing their positions so that he was straddling Seifer. He tried to punch him but Seifer caught his fists and held them. Zell glared down at the other man. Though blood was still smeared on his face, his nose had stopped bleeding .They both were covered in mud and drying leaves, and Zell's clothes were beginning to feel much too heavy from the damp.
“Seifer, we’re being fucking stupid,” Zell panted. “Let’s just get outta here, huh? After the mission we can stay the fuck away from each other.” He shifted to get up and felt a very distinct hardness pressing against his thigh. He paused. No way… His eyes were wide as he stared down at Seifer, who raised an eyebrow. “Seifer...you’re...” he stuttered and Seifer smirked, lips smeared with blood.
“Yeah.” He took advantage of Zell’s shock and flipped him over. Leaning over him Seifer put his hands firmly on Zell’s shoulders. “C’mon. You’re going to tell me that you’ve never thought about it?”
Jaw dropping, Zell gaped up at him. “What? No way! Wait...yes. I think. Whichever means I’ve never thought about it. At least not with you, man!”
“But with Puberty Boy, that’s what you’re saying? Fucking hero,” Seifer sneered and didn’t give Zell a chance to deny it. He arched against Zell, hips sliding together slowly, the friction shocking. Zell gasped and Seifer slammed his mouth down over Zell’s, tongue prying his lips open and shoving forward.
Zell balked at the taste of blood, jerking his head to the side, gasping for breath. Seifer caught his hands, pinning them hands into the mud while the other slid under his shirt. Zell squirmed under him, teeth gritted.
“Get off, you asshole!” he said, bucking against Seifer, who smirked at him.
“I plan to,” he said, finding one of Zell’s nipples and pinching none to gently while simultaneously rocking his hips against Zell’s.
“Uhn…” Zell didn’t know why he wasn’t putting up more of a fight, why he wasn’t telling Seifer that he wasn’t into that and especially not with him. But when Seifer cautiously let go of his wrists, Zell brought his hands up, not to push him away, but to pull him closer.
Seifer moved his kisses from Zell’s mouth to his cheek, then further down to his ear. He sucked on the lope before chewing on it softly. He kept moving then, down to the hollow of Zell’s collarbone, licking and sucking, drawing blood to the surface.
“Seifer, wait,” Zell said, dragging Seifer away from his neck.
“Forget waiting,” Seifer said, kissing him again before sucking on his lower lip. “Like hell you’re gonna do this with fucking Leonhart.” He pressed close, kissing Zell so deeply their eyelashes brushed each others’ cheeks, before ripped himself from Zell’s lips. He moved down to his chest, licking and sucking on one nipple, then the other. A few times his teeth came down stingingly hard and Zell winced, slapped him in the back of the head.
“Be careful, you fuck!” Zell exclaimed, the complaint dissolving into a moan when Seifer cupped his cock through his clothes, taking it’s measure before stroking ever so slowly. Seifer unbuttoned his shorts, tugging them down. He stared down at Zell’s underwear, which made no effort of hiding the impressive hard-on it covered.
Seifer smirked. “Jeez, Zell. You’re certainly ready to go off,” he said, and Zell reddened, fist clenched as he punched Seifer on the shoulder.
“Fuck you,” he muttered. Seifer chuckled and leaned down.
“No, it’s definitely fuck you,” he said and kissed him again, lips and tongue playing with Zell’s. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slipping them down his hips. He pulled both his and Zell's cocks out of the confides of their underwear. Holding them loosely together with one hand, he stroked, lightly at first, and then quicker and stronger. "Ah, fuck..." he muttered, bowing his head on Zell's shoulder.
Zell wrapped his legs around the back of Seifer's calves, his hands slipping from Seifer's shoulders to the small of his back, then to his ass, pressing him closer. He panted in Seifer's ear. "Shit, Seif...er," his breath catching in his throat when Seifer stroked just. Like. That.
Seifer hissed and let go of their cocks, getting a whine out of Zell for that. Planting his knees to the ground, slipping slightly in the mud, he started thrusting his hips against Zell's, rough and nearly brutal. He slammed his lips to Zell’s, a desperate tangle of lips and teeth and tongues. Zell broke the kiss off, turning his head to the side as he came, a shattered moan rumbling from his throat.
Seifer pulled Zell’s face back to his, hands framing his face as he kissed him again, his own orgasm catching over him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Dincht, fuck," he chanted when he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Zell's, and pumped his hips down once more before slumping over Zell heavily.
They laid there for a moment, their pants echoing in the dark before Zell shoved at Seifer's shoulders, realizing what he just did and who he just did it with. "Hey, get off," he said, sitting up, pulling up his underwear and shorts, glaring at the mud and come on them.
Seifer smirked. "I just did," he drawled, standing and zipping up. "That was fun. We should do it again sometime," he said.
Zell glared at him. "Fuck you, Seifer," he hissed, face red with embarrassment. "What, where you waiting around for your chance or something?”
The smirk disappeared from Seifer's face, replaced by a cold glare. "Don't start acting like a girl, Dincht," he said, "You came just as hard as I did."
Zell shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably. "Yeah I did. But that doe-" he was cut off by a scream up ahead. "Oh shit, Selphie!" he said, stumbling to his feet. "C'mon, we gotta go help her!"
"Yeah, yeah," Seifer agreed, slinging up his gunblade. Together they ran through the murky darkness of the Training Center, dodging fallen trees and large mossy rocks as they made their way to Selphie. When Zell and Seifer made the scene, she'd just finished casting a Blizzaga on a giant T-Rexuar. She turned when they skidded behind her, eyes wide.
"Jeez, it's about time!" she said, nunchukus swinging. "What took you guys so long?"
Seifer quirked his lips and raised an eyebrow at Zell, who coughed and brought his fists up. "Never mind that," Zell said, "Let's just take this bastard down and get the hell outta here!" He darted forward, a surprisingly powerful roundhouse kick sending the great monster back a few steps.
Seifer sighed and called Leviathan forth. The serpentine Guardian Force's flood quickly made mincemeat of the prehistoric beast. After the dust settled and that ozone smell that came from calling a GF was gone, Selphie clapped her hands.
"See! Good job you guys! We can totally work together if we just put our minds to it!" she said cheerfully, her upcurls bobbing as she jumped up and down. "The mission tomorrow is gonna be a piece of cake. Now let's get going, we need our rest!" She dashed to the exit of the Training Center and glanced back at the guys. "I'll see you two bright and early!"
"Yeah, fucking peace of cake," Zell muttered, blue eyes looking anywhere but at Seifer. An awkward silence fell over them. Well, awkward for Zell, anyway; Seifer looked like he was completely at ease with the situation. Fucking bastard, Zell thought and couldn't take it.
"Look, I really don't know what happened back there, b-"
"It's called 'fucking,'" Seifer supplied helpfully and Zell glared at him.
"But," he continued, through clenched teeth. "Let's just call it a onetime deal and don't ever, ever, ever talk about it again."
Seifer sneered. "Yeah, fine with me," he said, rolling his eyes. "Had I known what a little priss you'd be I wouldn't have done it in the first place. I don’t see how Leonhart puts up with it,” he added, shaking his head.
"Priss? Fucking priss?!" Zell exclaimed, hands balled up into fists. "Fuck, forgive me if I'm a little freaked out that I just fucked around with a man. It's not like I've done that before. And what the hell does Squall have to do with it, anyway?!"
"Don't tell me you and Puberty Boy never had a roll in the sack," Seifer said, crossing his arms. "Because I won't believe you."
"We didn't!" Zell yelled. "And even if we did, that wouldn't mean you could...wait." He pointed an accusatory finger at Seifer. "Wait. You think that I fuck around?! That I'm some sort of...of manwhore or something?!!"
Seifer snorted. "Manwhore? Dincht, come on," he said, shaking his head derisively. Zell wasn't listening.
"What, Squall gets to fuck me so why can't you?! Is that what you were thinking, Seifer, you bastard?! God, you're such a mental case!" With that, Zell stalked out of the Training Center, muttering words under his breath like 'fuck' and 'asshole' and 'Seifer.'
Seifer stood there for a moment before throwing his head back, deep, rich laughter bubbling from his throat. "God, you really messed this one up," he murmured to himself before hefting his gunblade over his shoulder. Thinking over the night’s activities, Seifer smirked. That was fun. I’m going to have to try and have another go. It‘s a good thing there‘s nothing going on between him and Leonhart.. I’d hate to have to kill Puberty Boy after he let me come back here. He shook his head and followed Selphie and Zell’s exit out of the large, jungle-esque room.
But…manwhore?
Author:
nanthimusFandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Zell
Rating: NC-17, just to be safe?
Disclaimer: I don't own, am not making money, so please to be not suing.
"I can't believe Squall's doing this to me!" Zell yelled, throwing a final punch. The monster fell with a pitiful moan. "I mean," Zell continued, undeterred as he and Selphie stood in the Training Center. "Sending me out on a mission with fuckin' Seifer, man! That's not right!"
Selphie sighed, holding her nunchukus down. "Yeah, I know you hate it. But I'm Team Captain tomorrow, so no acting up, okay?"
He sat on a log and looking at her defensively. "Hey! Tell him that, he's the one who's always starting shit between us. He's the one who has to be insulting, he's the one who starts talking shit, he's the one that-"
"Yeah, but you're the one that starts physical fights," Selphie said reasonably, and giggled when he pouted at her. "Don't give me that look, we both know it's true. Now," she waved her nunchukus around in what she was hoping was an aggressive manner; Zell thought she looked more like an off-balanced windmill. "Let's go get more monsters. You need to get rid of some of that anger."
"Damn right, I do," he said, getting up and dusting off his shorts.
Several battles later, several falls into murky, muddy water, and several needless calling of GFs just to watch the lightshow, Zell was feeling a bit better. He and Selphie were laughing and joking with each other when she glanced at her watch.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, turning her wrist so he could see the time. "We gotta get going. It's midnight and we’ve got the mission in the morning.”
"Yeah," he agreed, that stormy expression growing on his face. "With fucking Seifer."
"Who's fucking Seifer?" A familiar voice called out and Seifer appeared out of the brush, gunblade slung over his shoulder. He surveyed the two of them, a cold, mocking glint on his eyes. "Well, Dincht? Was that wishful thinking?"
Selphie rolled her eyes. "Jeez, Seifer. Do you always have to be such a jerk?" she asked. He spared her a glance before looking at Zell intently.
“Ready for the mission tomorrow?” he asked, a smirk growing on his lips.
Zell bared his eyeteeth at Seifer. “Oh I’m ready. I’m a SeeD after all,” he boasted, not even attempting to reign the sting in. “Are you ready?”
Seifer smirked. “I’ve been ready. Finally becoming a SeeD,” he said. “If you can do it, I know I can.”
Zell’s face reddened. “What the hell does that mean?” he growled, hands curling up into fists. “I worked damn hard to become a SeeD.”
“I know that,” Seifer said, sneering. “And whatever you do, I know I can do ten times better. Don’t get angry, Chickenwuss, it’s just a fact.”
“What?!” Zell exploded, rushing forward, nose to nose with Seifer. “Why do you have to be such an asshole all the time?! What did I ever do to you, you jerk?!”
Seifer butted his forehead against Zell’s aggressively. “C’mon Dincht, couldn’t you have figured it out by now? I know it must be difficult to think with all that hair gel soaking into your brain, but give it a try some time.”
“God, Seifer, you’re such an bastard,” Zell hissed. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“Again, try thinking Zell,” Seifer said, eyes locked with Zell’s. “It really isn’t that hard to figure out.”
Zell was clearly through with thinking. Shouting, he drew his hand back but before it could make contact with Seifer’s face, a hard, wooden object connected with his head with a loud and painful sounding thump.
“OUCH! Goddamn it, Selphie, what the hell?!” he yelled, falling back and rubbing his head furiously. “That hurt, why'd you do that for?!”
“Because,” she said, as if that were enough and fixed a look on Seifer. “No comments, I’ll do the same to you. Now look. Tomorrow’s the mission. This is the first time I’ve ever been Team Captain, you guys, so don’t mess it up. Seifer, you really want to made SeeD, don’t you? It’s important that you try your best tomorrow. Zell...well, be good for me, okay?”
Zell sighed and nodded but Seifer glared. “Why should I listen to you?” he asked.
“Godda-” Zell began but was cut off by Selphie.
“You’re going to listen to me because this is an important mission. You’re going to listen to me because I say so. You're going to listen because if you don't, something bad will happen. Got it?” she asked, and they could practically see Hell Fire in her eyes.
Seifer looked away. “Fine. But this is only for this mission.”
Selphie smiled, her cheery persona instantly reappearing. “Well, of course, silly!” she chirped. “You couldn’t listen to me all the time. That would be really creepy!” She checked her watch again. “Now, we seriously need to get to our rooms.” She started toward the exit and Zell and Seifer fell in behind her, an uneasy truce between them.
“She always like that when she’s angry?” Seifer asked in an undertone and Zell nodded.
“Yeah, her and Ifrit are way too close, man. Sometimes it’s like she channels him, they’re so much alike.” In saying that, he felt the comforting static shock of Quezacotl in his head.
They fell silent, both pairs of blue eyes scouting the area tirelessly before Seifer glanced at Zell, eyebrow arched.
“Why so quiet, Dincht? I’d ask if you were lost in your thoughts, but well, this is you.” He chuckled
Stopping, Zell looked at the other man and spoke through clenched teeth. “Man , I don’t know what your deal is. I don’t want to know. I’m just so sick of your bullshit, so why don’t you just fuck right the hell off?!” He was yelling at the end of this, his hands clenched hard against the lapels of Seifer’s coat. Seifer grabbed Zell’s wrists, a smirk firmly planted on his full lips.
“Oh, you know you need me, Dincht,” he said. “Who the hell else would you throw your little temper tantrums with if not me?”
Zell drew closer. “What the fuck ever, Seifer. You’re jack shit to me. After the mission tomorrow I’m gonna do my very best to stay the hell away from you.” He stepped back and let go of Seifer’s coat. However, Seifer wouldn’t let go of his wrists. Zell tugged. “Fuck you, Seifer, let me go,” he commanded, his hands curling into fists at Seifer’s collar.
“What’re you going to do if I don’t?” he asked, eyes locked on Zell’s face. Zell sneered and slammed his fists into Seifer’s throat, catching him wholly off guard. Seifer gagged and let him go, staggering backwards, coughing.
“Hahaaa!” Zell crowed, pointing his middle finger at the fallen man triumphantly. “That’s what I’m gonna do, asshole!” Not bothering to wait for Seifer to get up, he turned and started down the path that Selphie had taken. Seifer tackles him from behind, and Zell slammed face-first into the ground. Flailing his arms and legs wildly, Zell tried to get up but Seifer planted his knee directly in the small of Zell’s back., effectively pinning him to the Training Center floor.
“Seifer, what the fuck!" Zell yelled, turning his head and spitting mud out of his mouth. “Let me up, Goddamn it!”
“Ah, hmm. That’s going to be a ‘no’, I’m afraid,” Seifer said and Zell could practically hear the smirk. Seifer leaned down and whispered in his ear, “now who’s caught off guard?”
Zell slammed his head backwards and Seifer’s nose exploded in a torrent of blood. He fell backwards and staggered to his feet. Zell did the same, falling into a defensive stance.
“Dincht, damn it!” Seifer cursed, voice muffled. “You didn’t have to make me bleed!”
“Oh, shut up,” Zell said. “You deserved it, you had me fucking pinned!” His eyes went from Seifer’s face to his gunblade. It hurt his pride to admit it, but Zell wasn’t sure he’d be able to beat Seifer on his own. Especially a Seifer who looked like he was capable of murder.
While he was pondering his chances of winning a fight, Seifer took his chances and threw a punch. Although he wasn’t a martial artist, the blow was solid, causing Zell to stumble backwards. Pushing his advantage, Seifer flung himself at Zell, struggling to pin him down again. Zell quickly threw his own weight up and to the left, reversing their positions so that he was straddling Seifer. He tried to punch him but Seifer caught his fists and held them. Zell glared down at the other man. Though blood was still smeared on his face, his nose had stopped bleeding .They both were covered in mud and drying leaves, and Zell's clothes were beginning to feel much too heavy from the damp.
“Seifer, we’re being fucking stupid,” Zell panted. “Let’s just get outta here, huh? After the mission we can stay the fuck away from each other.” He shifted to get up and felt a very distinct hardness pressing against his thigh. He paused. No way… His eyes were wide as he stared down at Seifer, who raised an eyebrow. “Seifer...you’re...” he stuttered and Seifer smirked, lips smeared with blood.
“Yeah.” He took advantage of Zell’s shock and flipped him over. Leaning over him Seifer put his hands firmly on Zell’s shoulders. “C’mon. You’re going to tell me that you’ve never thought about it?”
Jaw dropping, Zell gaped up at him. “What? No way! Wait...yes. I think. Whichever means I’ve never thought about it. At least not with you, man!”
“But with Puberty Boy, that’s what you’re saying? Fucking hero,” Seifer sneered and didn’t give Zell a chance to deny it. He arched against Zell, hips sliding together slowly, the friction shocking. Zell gasped and Seifer slammed his mouth down over Zell’s, tongue prying his lips open and shoving forward.
Zell balked at the taste of blood, jerking his head to the side, gasping for breath. Seifer caught his hands, pinning them hands into the mud while the other slid under his shirt. Zell squirmed under him, teeth gritted.
“Get off, you asshole!” he said, bucking against Seifer, who smirked at him.
“I plan to,” he said, finding one of Zell’s nipples and pinching none to gently while simultaneously rocking his hips against Zell’s.
“Uhn…” Zell didn’t know why he wasn’t putting up more of a fight, why he wasn’t telling Seifer that he wasn’t into that and especially not with him. But when Seifer cautiously let go of his wrists, Zell brought his hands up, not to push him away, but to pull him closer.
Seifer moved his kisses from Zell’s mouth to his cheek, then further down to his ear. He sucked on the lope before chewing on it softly. He kept moving then, down to the hollow of Zell’s collarbone, licking and sucking, drawing blood to the surface.
“Seifer, wait,” Zell said, dragging Seifer away from his neck.
“Forget waiting,” Seifer said, kissing him again before sucking on his lower lip. “Like hell you’re gonna do this with fucking Leonhart.” He pressed close, kissing Zell so deeply their eyelashes brushed each others’ cheeks, before ripped himself from Zell’s lips. He moved down to his chest, licking and sucking on one nipple, then the other. A few times his teeth came down stingingly hard and Zell winced, slapped him in the back of the head.
“Be careful, you fuck!” Zell exclaimed, the complaint dissolving into a moan when Seifer cupped his cock through his clothes, taking it’s measure before stroking ever so slowly. Seifer unbuttoned his shorts, tugging them down. He stared down at Zell’s underwear, which made no effort of hiding the impressive hard-on it covered.
Seifer smirked. “Jeez, Zell. You’re certainly ready to go off,” he said, and Zell reddened, fist clenched as he punched Seifer on the shoulder.
“Fuck you,” he muttered. Seifer chuckled and leaned down.
“No, it’s definitely fuck you,” he said and kissed him again, lips and tongue playing with Zell’s. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slipping them down his hips. He pulled both his and Zell's cocks out of the confides of their underwear. Holding them loosely together with one hand, he stroked, lightly at first, and then quicker and stronger. "Ah, fuck..." he muttered, bowing his head on Zell's shoulder.
Zell wrapped his legs around the back of Seifer's calves, his hands slipping from Seifer's shoulders to the small of his back, then to his ass, pressing him closer. He panted in Seifer's ear. "Shit, Seif...er," his breath catching in his throat when Seifer stroked just. Like. That.
Seifer hissed and let go of their cocks, getting a whine out of Zell for that. Planting his knees to the ground, slipping slightly in the mud, he started thrusting his hips against Zell's, rough and nearly brutal. He slammed his lips to Zell’s, a desperate tangle of lips and teeth and tongues. Zell broke the kiss off, turning his head to the side as he came, a shattered moan rumbling from his throat.
Seifer pulled Zell’s face back to his, hands framing his face as he kissed him again, his own orgasm catching over him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Dincht, fuck," he chanted when he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Zell's, and pumped his hips down once more before slumping over Zell heavily.
They laid there for a moment, their pants echoing in the dark before Zell shoved at Seifer's shoulders, realizing what he just did and who he just did it with. "Hey, get off," he said, sitting up, pulling up his underwear and shorts, glaring at the mud and come on them.
Seifer smirked. "I just did," he drawled, standing and zipping up. "That was fun. We should do it again sometime," he said.
Zell glared at him. "Fuck you, Seifer," he hissed, face red with embarrassment. "What, where you waiting around for your chance or something?”
The smirk disappeared from Seifer's face, replaced by a cold glare. "Don't start acting like a girl, Dincht," he said, "You came just as hard as I did."
Zell shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably. "Yeah I did. But that doe-" he was cut off by a scream up ahead. "Oh shit, Selphie!" he said, stumbling to his feet. "C'mon, we gotta go help her!"
"Yeah, yeah," Seifer agreed, slinging up his gunblade. Together they ran through the murky darkness of the Training Center, dodging fallen trees and large mossy rocks as they made their way to Selphie. When Zell and Seifer made the scene, she'd just finished casting a Blizzaga on a giant T-Rexuar. She turned when they skidded behind her, eyes wide.
"Jeez, it's about time!" she said, nunchukus swinging. "What took you guys so long?"
Seifer quirked his lips and raised an eyebrow at Zell, who coughed and brought his fists up. "Never mind that," Zell said, "Let's just take this bastard down and get the hell outta here!" He darted forward, a surprisingly powerful roundhouse kick sending the great monster back a few steps.
Seifer sighed and called Leviathan forth. The serpentine Guardian Force's flood quickly made mincemeat of the prehistoric beast. After the dust settled and that ozone smell that came from calling a GF was gone, Selphie clapped her hands.
"See! Good job you guys! We can totally work together if we just put our minds to it!" she said cheerfully, her upcurls bobbing as she jumped up and down. "The mission tomorrow is gonna be a piece of cake. Now let's get going, we need our rest!" She dashed to the exit of the Training Center and glanced back at the guys. "I'll see you two bright and early!"
"Yeah, fucking peace of cake," Zell muttered, blue eyes looking anywhere but at Seifer. An awkward silence fell over them. Well, awkward for Zell, anyway; Seifer looked like he was completely at ease with the situation. Fucking bastard, Zell thought and couldn't take it.
"Look, I really don't know what happened back there, b-"
"It's called 'fucking,'" Seifer supplied helpfully and Zell glared at him.
"But," he continued, through clenched teeth. "Let's just call it a onetime deal and don't ever, ever, ever talk about it again."
Seifer sneered. "Yeah, fine with me," he said, rolling his eyes. "Had I known what a little priss you'd be I wouldn't have done it in the first place. I don’t see how Leonhart puts up with it,” he added, shaking his head.
"Priss? Fucking priss?!" Zell exclaimed, hands balled up into fists. "Fuck, forgive me if I'm a little freaked out that I just fucked around with a man. It's not like I've done that before. And what the hell does Squall have to do with it, anyway?!"
"Don't tell me you and Puberty Boy never had a roll in the sack," Seifer said, crossing his arms. "Because I won't believe you."
"We didn't!" Zell yelled. "And even if we did, that wouldn't mean you could...wait." He pointed an accusatory finger at Seifer. "Wait. You think that I fuck around?! That I'm some sort of...of manwhore or something?!!"
Seifer snorted. "Manwhore? Dincht, come on," he said, shaking his head derisively. Zell wasn't listening.
"What, Squall gets to fuck me so why can't you?! Is that what you were thinking, Seifer, you bastard?! God, you're such a mental case!" With that, Zell stalked out of the Training Center, muttering words under his breath like 'fuck' and 'asshole' and 'Seifer.'
Seifer stood there for a moment before throwing his head back, deep, rich laughter bubbling from his throat. "God, you really messed this one up," he murmured to himself before hefting his gunblade over his shoulder. Thinking over the night’s activities, Seifer smirked. That was fun. I’m going to have to try and have another go. It‘s a good thing there‘s nothing going on between him and Leonhart.. I’d hate to have to kill Puberty Boy after he let me come back here. He shook his head and followed Selphie and Zell’s exit out of the large, jungle-esque room.
But…manwhore?