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Eoko: Well, Kit�s missing again. Must have done something else after her visit. But that�s
alright. I decided that I�m officially moronic and everyone should expect the
update on Friday now, but I�ll continue to think it�s
Thursday, which should mean it�ll update on Friday unless I actually remember.

Aaaannnnd� FF dot net is on crack
and down so you all have to hold out til Saturday morning.
Sorry!! So here it is, nice title eh? Enjoy!

Chapter, The Twentieth:� In
Which Seifer Pins Zell Down.

Zell woke to the bright light of
morning shining through his windows, his arms wrapped around one of his pillows
which he had pulled close against himself as he slept.� He snuggled under his covers, caught between
waking and not wanting to leave the cozy warmth of bed.

Eventually warmth was not the only thing invading his
senses, and soon the knowledge that breakfast was being prepared was made
evident to his nose.� He stretched and
yawned, pulling back his blankets and stepping out of bed.

He stretched once more, arms reached high into the air,
moving up onto his tip-toes, and still nowhere near touching the ceiling.� He shuffled across his floor and went into
his bathroom to do all the things young men do just after waking.

When he came back into his room his hair was brushed, but
not gelled, falling softly down by his ears and around his eyes.� He couldn�t ever decide if the down look made
him seem younger or older.� The spikes
were like those of a rebellious teenager, wanting to stand out and be noticed.� They were hard, rigid and controlled.� Letting them down was a softer look.� He was pretty sure he looked gentler, but the
lack of social defiance to it seemed to bring a more mature air about him.� Not that he was anymore mature than he was
normally. �He just sometimes looked it.

He changed into some clean clothes before heading over to
make his bed, smoothing the sheets, the cover,
fluffing and placing the pillows.� After
it was all pretty he dropped his clothes from yesterday in the hamper and headed
downstairs for breakfast.

- - -

A loud, annoying beeping from an alarm clock was what woke
up Irvine.� The cowboy�s eyes opened
slowly to the sight of the glowing numbers.�
He groaned, having forgotten to turn it off the night before.� It was a Saturday dammit, he didn�t need to be
up yet.

Only half looking he fiddled with the buttons until he was
sure the bugger was off, then collapsed back against his bed and pillows,
smiling happily and curling tighter under his cover.� At the moment, his mind was fogged and happy
with thoughts of kisses and warm, strong arms.�
He fell back to sleep thinking about the biker.

Irvine woke again a couple hours later, blinking his eyes
open and stretching out over his bed.� He
looked over to his clock again and smiled.�
That was a much better time to wake up on a Saturday.

He slid out of bed, slipping into the bathroom for morning
activities and a nice hot shower.� He
turned on the water, leaving it to warm up while he brushed his hair quickly,
just to get the knots out.� Then he
checked the temperature and stepped under the spray.

It was so nice and soothing and Irvine made a little pleased
sound.� It wasn�t until half way through
his shower that he remembered what had happened after the kiss, after the arms
and the man he realized he was starting to care about.

He frowned a little, rinsing the shampoo out of his
hair.� Why had Rubedo
looked so upset?� Even the lines of his
mouth showed it clear as day.� Why had he
left so suddenly?� Was it something
Irvine did wrong?� Could he fix it?� Would he ever see Rubedo
again?� He bit his bottom lip.� He didn�t want to think about Rubedo disappearing on him.�
This was such an important part of his life.� He was learning something new and special
about himself and it was the sweet biker that had helped him to see it.

- - -

Zell had been avoiding him since
Wednesday- well Thursday really as neither thought it was a good idea to see
each other the night he�d walked in on the little blond.� But this was getting out of hand.�

Seifer had looked all over Garden
for Zell on Friday, but the only thing he concluded
was that he was hiding in his room, and then went directly to his class and
back again.� He had learned later that
several people saw him, with his helmet on, heading to the car park but had
heard from no one that he had returned.

He didn�t want Zell to keep
avoiding him.� Sure, it was embarrassing
for the little guy but it wasn�t like he was doing something taboo.� It wasn�t something that was frequently
brought up in conversation, but everyone knew that everyone else did it.

Since Zell wasn�t coming to him,
he�d go to the fighter and talk with him, get him to see it was fine.� The gunbladist was
sure Zell had gone to his mother�s and waited until
he suspected his comrade would be waking before setting off down the road to
the town of Balamb.

He walked down the main street, walking past Zell�s house and heading into the shopping area of
town.� It was late enough in the morning
that the shops would be open.� Seifer decided to pick up some chocolates and the most manly bouquet of flowers he could find.� Sure� bouquets could be manly.� Toss out all the baby�s breath for one.� Stupid filler plant.�

Seifer paid and headed back to Zell�s door, smirking at the image he could already picture
on the fighter�s face.� He looked like he
was trying to win back a lover, not tell a best friend it�s alright to touch
yourself in the privacy of your own room. ��

He knocked and took a step back from the door, waiting for
it to be opened.� He hoped it would be Zell, since Mrs. Dincht would
surely fuss over the matter to make both boys embarrassed even though she knew
damn well they weren�t an item.

But Seifer was not that lucky, and
Ma Dincht was the one that opened the door, smiling
brightly before even knowing who had come a-knocking.� �Seifer!� she said
happily.� She didn�t see him very often
even though Zell boasted of their friendship almost
every time he was over.� She was also
loud enough for her son to hear.

The tattooed blond, who was nearly finished putting his
dishes in the sink, dropped them the rest of the two inches, the clatter
ringing through the house.

Ma looked over in the direction of the kitchen, then back to
Seifer, eyeing the chocolates and flowers in his
arms.� Despite the fact she knew they
weren�t going out she, one, couldn�t see why not, and two, thought it would be
fun to �mess with them� a little.� Mainly Zell.

�Oh, Seifer!� What have you got there?� Have you come to see Zell?� Zell!� she asked,
questioned and called, not even giving the not-yet-invited-in-guest a chance to
speak.� �Come in, Seifer.� Do come in.�
It�s so nice to see you.�

�Uh, thank you, Mrs. Dincht,� Seifer said, stepping into the house and catching the tail
end of Zell zipping up his stairs.

�Call me Ma, Seifer.� I�ve told you before.�

He looked back to the woman who was closing the door.� �Oh, yes, sorry, Ma.� Do you mind if I go up to Zell�s
room?� He�s escaped on me it seems.�

Ma walked into the kitchen to double check, and sure enough
the little twit had scampered off.� She
leaned back out and nodded before heading back in to wash the dishes.

Seifer took off his shoes and hung
up his grey trench coat before picking up his gifts and heading up the
stairs.� He knocked on the door but there
was no answer.� Seifer
knew he had a lock on it but he tried it just in case.� It was open.

He opened the door and looked in, scanning the room and
noticing the closed door to the bathroom.�
That�s where he was hiding.� Seifer headed into the room and over to Zell�s
bed. �He wasn�t about to break the door
so he sat down in case he was in for a long wait.� Zell needed a chair
in here.� There was enough fucking room
for one.

Seifer looked around, noting the
guns, the punching bags, the number of encyclopedias
on the cutaway shelf next to Zell�s bed.� The little shit was hyper and bouncy, but
damn smart too.� �Zell,�
he called toward the door.

Zell sat on the edge of his
bathtub, glancing at the door.� He knew
that he was being stupid but he couldn�t help feeling embarrassed, and just the
thought of Seifer seeing him made his cheeks feel
hot.

�Zell,� Seifer
called again.� He knew this wasn�t going
anywhere.� �Wow, those are really nice
guns.�

�Don�t even touch those!� Zell
yelped through the door.� �Irvine already
blew a hole in my fucking room!�

�What wonderful craftsmanship,� the scarred blond
grinned.� He knew Zell
was getting antsy and he hadn�t even got off the bed.� �Really amazing.�

The bathroom door flew open and Zell
ran into his room, towards the gun-rack before even registering that Seifer was not standing there, but sitting on his bed.� He squeaked and made a dash in the opposite
direction but Seifer�s arms wrapped around him and
tossed him onto the bed.

Zell squirmed and struggled,
trying to claw, or wriggle, or fall his way out of bed then scurry back into
the bathroom to hide.� Unfortunately, he
wasn�t thinking about the situation, he was thinking about where he�d escape
and Seifer managed to get him on his back and
straddle his hips.

�You�ve been avoiding me,� Seifer
said, holding the tattooed blond�s hands above his
head.

Zell pouted and whimpered.� Seifer had caught
him and got him into a weakened position.�
Damn Seifer knowing how to get people into
weakened positions!� �Whaddaya
want?�� Zell
mumbled, looking to the left.

Seifer transferred Zell�s wrists into one hand, reaching over with the others
to pick up the box of chocolates.� He set
the box on the bed, opened the lid, picked out a chocolate and gave/forced it
into Zell�s mouth.

The fighter ran his tongue over it, then
chewed slowly.� White
chocolate with a perfect, light, sweet-but-not-too-sweet strawberry cream
filling.� His eyes nearly rolled
back in his head.� Hyne,
that was delicious.� He slowly looked
back up at Seifer, glancing to the chocolates a few
times.

Seifer chose another and held it
to Zell�s lips.�
The whole box was white chocolates with various fillings, this one caramel.� They were harder to come by, but he knew how
much Zell adored white chocolate.

Zell opened his mouth and munched
on the chocolate, becoming happier by the second.� �You bought me chocolates?� Zell asked, looking up at Seifer
and giving a tug of his arms.

Seifer released him and moved off
his lap, sitting back on the bed, Zell moving to sit
beside him.� The taller
leaned boy back, picking up the flowers and holding them out to Zell too.

Zell stared at them for a moment
before taking them.� �What am I?� Your girlfriend?�� He snorted, then got up to put the flowers in
some water.� He had a glass on his shelf,
so he went into the bathroom with that to fill it up and brought the flowers
back out in it.� He placed them on the
shelf that ran along the length of the wall opposite the bed and returned to Seifer�s side.

When Zell reached for the
chocolates Seifer slid them out of his grasp and
smiled at the pout it earned him.� �About
Wednesday,� he said gently.�

Zell looked away and down at the
ground.� �That�s no problem.�

�No, it isn�t.� But
you�re making it one, Zell.� You�re avoiding me.� I gave you Thursday to calm down about it,
but you still hid all Friday too.� And you
tried to hide today.� I know you don�t
want people catching you doing that, but really, who cares?�

Zell glanced up and him as he
continued.� �Everyone does it.� Every man and woman does it.� Guys are just known for it more.� So what if I saw you touching yourself.�� Zell�s cheeks
flared up.� �I knew you did that.� I do it.�
I�m sure Squall even does it� quietly.� Zell
nearly giggled at that.� �Be glad it
wasn�t Selphie or Quistis.� One would dash for her camera, the other for
a free fag.� I�ll let you chose who would
do what.�

The little blond fell into Seifer
as way of hitting him, also reaching behind the gunbladist�s
back for another chocolate.� He was a
whore for white chocolate.� He�d be
a whore for white chocolate.� Okay, maybe
that was a little over the top, but he did love the stuff.

Seifer felt the movement and drew
the box away and into his lap, picking a third treat and holding it out.� �Open your mouth and say awww,�
Seifer grinned, popping the chocolate into the
fighter�s mouth.

�Does that mean I get to walk in on you to make it even?� Zell banged his head against Seifer�s
shoulder several times.� There happened
to be issues if Zell was given white chocolate and no
other task�

Seifer cocked a brow at him,
looking from the little blond growing sillier by the second to the box of
chocolates, then back to the blond.�
�Tell you what.� If you do
walk in on me, sit down, shut up and let me finish.�

�Okay,� Zell said brightly,
nibbling on another chocolate.

�Would you like me to go out for a bit?� Ma called from the
bottom of the stairs.

�Ma!� Zell
literally seemed to wark.� �We aren�t doing anything that would
warrant you having to go out!�

Seifer�s eyes traveled over to the
books on the shelf.� Warrant, huh?� �But you never know, Ma.� If you have things to do, now might be good!�
Seifer called after Zell.

Zell spun,
eyes wide.� �Seifer, you fucking liar!�� Zell leapt and
tackled him.

Ma looked up the stairs and shook her head.� She knew the candy and flowers had been
something of a joke, to get Zell�s attention for
whatever it was they had to solve.� It
was still cute.� Even though she knew
both men were obviously tops, she still thought they could have made a good
couple.�

Instead they went off on a torment spree, and Zell had fallen for the victim.� Her eyes lifted to the ceiling, giving it a
look and clapped her hands twice.�
�Bravo, bravo,� she said, talking to Hyne, of
course, for his evil little plan against her son.� But, he did deserve it so she wasn�t too
upset about the matters at hand.
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