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Kitty: Woooooow! Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest is sooo awesome! You should all go see it! GO NOW! Or...
well... wait until you finish reading the chapter... Yes. BUT THEN GO!

Eoko: I haven't seen it yet. But, oh well. I
have other things to occupy myself with.

Kitty: Other things
I won't watch because of spoilers. -waits impatiently
for Kingdom Hearts 2 to be released in Australia-

Eoko: Yea, I've been making a KH2 gmv. I haven't even gotten past the first two Gummi Ship missions, but I really don't care about
spoilers. I can love the chars a lot more now because of it. -kills Sora- Um, right, so I've had to remake this fecking piece of shit about 3 times, and it's not going
well, so I'm very meh at the moment.

Kitty: Meanwhile,
I'm making my Reno costume for Melbourne Anime Festival! It's so exciting! If
any readers are Australian and are going, look for Reno! It's probably me!

Eoko: And don't kill her with glomps of doom. I need her to write and RP with please.

Kitty: But by all
means, glomp me. Err... what is this chapter about? I
don't even know.

Eoko: It's the one where Seifer
gets all dressed up.

Kitty: Mmm... Seifer all dressed up...
Well, Seifer looks good whatever he's doing. Too bad
we have no IDEA what our Seifer is doing... COME BACK
VAL!

Eoko: Like that'll happen anytime soon. Bleh.
Maybe we should just let them go read now?

Kitty: Good idea!
Enjoy the chapter, faithful readership!

Chapter, The Thirtieth: In Which Seifer
Gets All Dressed Up.

Seifer may have been an arsehole, but he wasn�t stupid.� He knew Zell�s
powers of persuasion and he knew Irvine wouldn�t be able to act like everything
was alright.� Therefore Seifer was pretty damn certain Irvine would have ratted him out by now.�
What Seifer didn�t know was if Zell would wait until tomorrow to confront him.

It was that uncertainty that had given the tall blond the
extra incentive he needed to finally put on his SeeD
uniform.� Shock and surprise were very
useful tools.� He hoped that if Zell saw him wearing his uniform the initial anger might
get set aside.� The fighter had said they
were sexy.� And he knew he was
sexy, so the combination must be damn near mind blowing.�

That�s right.� Seifer Almasy had not only put on
his SeeD uniform, but he was also going to attend the
ball.� How could he not?� All those smug shits that mocked him and said
he�d never pass.� It was damn time they
got their words shoved back down their throats, figuratively speaking of
course.

He�d already decided to try to be on his best behaviour.� The fact
was, if Irvine hadn�t entered the picture, he�d have passed with even better marks,
he would have gone to the ball with Zell- as a friend
probably- and he would have been good anyway.� When he was around Zell
he didn�t need be to a total shit.�
Sure, sometimes he was, but he didn�t need to
be, and the little blond could command him swifter than she could.� Seifer
shuddered.�

With his new appointment to SeeD
he knew he would have even more chances to get closer to Zell.� There was no way his feelings would dissipate
on there own.� He wanted Zell.� He wanted the
spunky fighter to be his again, and just his.�
Sure, in a different way, but what did that matter?� Seifer had only
realized he was possessive of him when he was taken away.� How did that saying go?� �You never know what you�re missing until
it�s gone�?� Fucking sayings�

- - -

Zell sat on Irvine�s bed kicking
his feet back and forth while he leaned back on the cowboy�s mattress.� Said cowboy was currently in his bathroom
trying to make himself look perfect for the evening.

�Irvine!� You look
amazing, I�m sure!� Let me see!� Zell called/whined.�
He had gotten ready and headed over to Irvine�s an hour ago.� Now they only had- Zell
glanced at the clock on the bedside table- fourteen minutes.

�I don�t!� This has to
be, like, just right,� the cowboy called back, checking his hair in the mirror
again.

�Then let your boyfriend see so he can tell you it is
just right and we can go.� We�re
going to be late!� Zell called, sitting up
straight again.

�I thought we agreed I was takin�
you to the SeeD Ball,� Irvine queried, opening
the bathroom door and stepping out.� He
spread his arms to the sides a little and turned as he moved over to the blond
boy.

Zell grinned, getting to his
feet.� �You look even sexier than you did
for the field exam.�� He wrapped his arms
loosely around the cowboy�s waist.

Irvine squeaked and smiled down at him.� �Don�t molest me before we,
like have to go.� It took ages.�

�You don�t usually take ages.�

�This is important.� I
have to look good.�

�You always look good, Irvine!� Zell
chuckled and leaned up to kiss the cowboy softly.

He smiled back at Zell.� With the blond always telling him how
beautiful he was, it was getting exceedingly difficult to deny it.� That or it was just damn difficult to deny Zell, period.� �You goin� to be good, Dincht?� Not
going to start anything uncivil with Seifer?�

Zell made a bit of a face, then
relaxed and nodded.� �Yea yea, I�ll save his tongue lashing for tomorrow.� You�re going out with your friends again,
right?� Since I�m busy with Seif?�

�Yea,� Irvine said softly smiling at Zell.� �My life doesn�t revolve around you, Dincht.� Don�t get
too cocky or we�ll really have to start, like, callin�
you Mini Seif.�

They both made faces at that then hurried out of the dorm
and to the ball room.� Didn�t
want to be late.

- - -

With the infamous Selphie Tilmitt as the main planner behind the look of the SeeD Ball, it had gone a little overboard.� It was a good thing she didn�t get to have
control over procedures and only got to be on a panel for music selection.

The good thing about this overboard was it wasn�t like
Valentines exploded, or the Easter bunny switched from a basket to a grenade
launcher.� It was elegance to the
extreme.� There�s a description you don�t
hear every day.� Chandeliers filled with
candles hung from metal chaining that ran from pillar to pillar in an almost
web-like pattern.� The room was warm and
glowed softly with the light from the many tiny flames.� The tables of drinks and food were covered in
elaborately embroidered table clothes and every serving platter and dish was
silver with etched designs.� Sure, most
of it was cheap knock offs, but it still looked good.

Upon entering the room Zell and
Irvine both found it to be a little too dim compared to the standard florescent
lighting in the halls.� After squinting
around the room for about five minutes their eyes adjusted perfectly and they
could see from one side to the other with no problems. �

They stopped to chat with the Cadets, though not all were
cadets now.� Illo
and Anasha had passed their exam.� After a little while of chatting it became
clear how they were all there.� Illo had brought Harada, Anasha
had brought Hiro, Selphie
had brought Rikan and Terry, even though that didn�t
work, and Terry was gay.� But whatever,
the whole gang was there.� And no one
really gave a damn anyway.

The Cadets, plus Irvine, Selphie
and Zell sat at a circular table, nibbling at their
food and chatting to each other.� Rikan kept sending little looks Irvine�s way and Zell kept glaring back.�
Fucking cadet looking at his boyfriend.

After Anasha had shown Irvine the
note Zell had given her, and after he stopped
blushing, she had begged for permission to at least tell Harada.� After the girls it wasn�t long before Irvine
felt at least a little alright about telling the others about him and Zell.� Illo and Terry had grinned knowingly, Hiro
had made some joke about lack of straight people in their group and Rikan had just about cried, despite the fact Irvine
had already told him to fuck off, just in nicer words.

Most of the group was in an intense conversation about how
different little party hotdogs were compared to actual hotdogs.� Who started that I wonder?� When Illo noticed
that Terry had not added anything to the discussion he glanced toward his
friend to find him staring in the direction of the doorway with his mouth
hanging open.

�What are you�?� Illo asked,
turning to look in the same direction.�
His mouth also fell open and now they where both staring.� �Oh, yum.�

Harada, hearing this, hopped around in her chair to give him
a swat.� But she too caught sight of the
eye candy and nearly fell off her chair.�
Illo�s attention moved back to her and reached
out his arm to stop her chair from toppling.�
�And you took ballet for how many years, Miss Graceful?�

She would have whacked him one for that too, but that would
required her looking at him in order to get a good hit in.� �Is that� who I think it is?�

Well, that was all the others at the table needed to stop
their ludicrous conversation and all look toward the door, where a tall,
handsome young man stood, still� eyes probably still adjusting.

�It�s Seifer!� Selphie
squeaked happily.

�In his uniform,� Zell added.� �I knew it would look good on him.�

�Good is an understatement, Zell.� I mean look at how much Terry is drooling!� Hiro laughed and leaned back to avoid a swat from the other
young man.

�I�m not drooling.�
I�m appreciating,� Terry said firmly.

�Well, here�s your chance to appreciate close up, cause he�s coming over.��
And indeed he was.

�Probably spotted Zell,� Irvine
said quietly, shifting his chair a little closer to Zell�s
and curling his fingers around his hand under the table.� Zell smiled at him
and then looked up at Seifer when he came over.

�Seif, you got all dressed up,� he
grinned up at the taller blonde from his seat.

�Glad you noticed.�
Don�t I look hot?� Seifer grinned cockily at
the whole table and winked at Irvine just to make him uncomfortable, but he did
it so he could also have been winking at Terry or Zell.� Had to avoid any possible pummelings from Zell later.

�I told you, you would.�
The uniform is flattering.�

�Yea, even you don�t look like so much of a chicken wuss in yours.�� Another cocky grin and a tilt of his head.� �Dance with me?�

Zell chuckled at the comment then
cocked a brow at the question.� He looked
to Irvine and tilted his head slightly, asking for permission.

Irvine blushed a little.� Zell was the dominant
one.� Why was he asking if he could do
something?� Seifer
was his friend, they could dance.� He
still wasn�t sure if he�d have the courage to get out there on the floor with Zell.� He gave two
little nods and a soft smile.� �Yeah,
have fun.�

Seifer felt almost sick at how
they didn�t even need words to communicate.�
He and Zell didn�t need words either.� Zell understood
him.� Zell was
the only one that really understood him.�
Fucking cowboy.

The taller blond extended a hand for the shorter to take and
pulled him up from his chair.� He turned,
the hand holding Zell�s resting on his shoulder so Zell had to reach up a bit as he was dragged away.

Just as they found a spot on the floor the song that had
been playing came to an end and the well known Waltz for the Moon began.� Without even having to ask who would lead Zell set his left hand on Seifer�s
shoulder as the gunbladist set his right on the
fighter�s waist.� Their free hands linked
together and they began to dance.

Selphie chuckled.� �Well, they�re certainly better than Squall
was.� He was so clumsy!� He nearly knocked Rinoa
over a hundred times!�

�It wasn�t even close to a hundred, Selphie.�

The hyper brunette clasped her hands over her mouth and
slowly turned to glance up at the Commander.�
�Hi, Squall! Didn�t see you there!�

�Obviously not.�

�How you doing?� she asked cheerily.

�I came to personally congratulate Miss Anasha
Birch, Mister Illo Ditermin
and Mister Irvine Kinneas.�

�Please Squall.� You
don�t have to be so formal,� Irvine said, blushing a
little.� �Mister?�� Yeah right.

Squall rolled his eyes.�
�This is a formal gathering, and it�s my job as Commander to
congratulate the new SeeDs.�

�You going to congratulate Seifer?� Selphie asked, grinning
evilly.

The commander glanced out onto the dance floor, a small
smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.�
�Mister Almasy seems to be busy at the moment
so I�ll have to congratulate him later this evening.�

�You�re putting it off,� the brunette girl said,
poking at his uniform clad thigh.� �You
just don�t want to tell your rival that you�re happy he made SeeD.�

�I am happy he made SeeD.� Now other, qualified, SeeDs
can watch his every move and I can stop having Zell do it.�

Irvine blinked at the commander.� �Zell doesn�t watch
Seifer for you, Squall.�

�I know that.� But it
sounds better if it looks like I�m making some effort to keep him in line, even
if I�m technically not.�

�Shhhh,� Harada giggled and Squall
glanced at her like he thought she might be mentally ill in some way.� �The Galbadian Spy
Bugs might hear you.�

So� he could cancel thought from his previous
consideration of her.� �Uh� yes� So, congratulations on joining the fine ranks of SeeD.� In order for
us to best dispatch you, we would appreciate it if you would make a list of
other SeeDs you would both work well with and poorly
with, and give reasons for each.� These
lists can be handed into Miss Tamitha Rapture.�
They will be kept as confidential as possible, etc, etc, etc.�

�That was a lot of words, Squall.�

He rolled his eyes again.�
�Speaking isn�t difficult when you�re practically reading from a mental
script.�

Selphie giggled and offered Squall
a seat which he politely refused, mumbling something about business with the
headmaster.� Which was
probably bullshit because Cid was over getting a couple of glasses of champagne
for himself and Edea.� But he could always drink and discuss
business with Squall at the same time.

The rest of the evening consisted of more snacks, champagne,
talk and dance.� Selphie
didn�t even pester numerous people to join the Garden Festival Committee.� Thankfully enough psychos- nice, charming
young people had already joined.� By the
time the ball was over, everybody was more or less happy and pretty sleepy.

- - -

Zell sat on his bed looking up at
the ceiling and contemplating how he was going to confront Seifer
about the Field Exam.� This was still
suppose to be their little private celebration of him passing, but all he could
think about was how upset he was that the taller blond was still picking on
Irvine.

Considering that, he thought it would be best to just come
out with it from the start.� Once that
was settled he could stop thinking about it and they could enjoy the
movie.� Mmm, Lonny.

But back to the problem.� Would he be able to be rational about this,
or was he just going to jump in head first and screaming� hopefully the former�
or something in between.� Didn�t need Seifer getting defensive on him right from the get go.� He was so much more difficult when he did
that.

�- - -

Seifer on the other hand was
planning things out.� Considering the
fact that Zell hadn�t said anything even remotely
related to his behaviour at the Field Exam he was
sure the tattooed fighter would be bringing it up tonight.� Zell wasn�t the
type to just let something like this slide by.

But that didn�t mean Seifer
couldn�t make him think it was absolutely nothing and forget about the whole
matter.� He smirked to himself.� It would go perfectly.� Zell was his best
friend.� He�d want to believe that Seifer hadn�t done it, so it wouldn�t be too difficult to
convince him that he hadn�t.� As long as
he didn�t outright say Irvine was wrong/crazy/paranoid, then everything would
be fine and he�d be curled up with Zell watching sexy
pirates in no time.

He went about making snacks, also known as putting things in
the microwave for however long it told him to and got everything ready.� He set the movies by the DVD player, put the
blanket over the back of the couch, moved the coffee table closer to the sofa,
etc, etc.�

When that was all done he went into the bathroom to make
himself all clean and sexier, then into the bedroom to change.� He chose a jade fitted tee, and a pair of
black slacks.� After he was dressed he
admired himself in the mirror for a few minutes before doing one more check of
everything.

He grinned when he heard the sound of his door sliding
open.� Zell had
arrived right on time.� He came out of
the kitchen, smiling at the shorter boy but his smile fell a little when he saw
the seriousness in Zell�s face.� So this was going to happen right now.� Well, he was ready for it.� �Hey Zell.� What�s up?�
Looks like you have something on your mind.�

Zell looked up at him and cocked
his head to the side a little.� �I do,�
he said quietly, still trying to decided how he�d say
what he was going to.� �About the Field Exam, and Irvine.�

�What about it?� Seifer asked
breezily as he got the snacks from the kitchen and took them over to place on
the coffee table.� Hyne,
could he sound believable no matter how much he lied.

The fighter gave a little sigh.� �Irvine told me how you were treating him, Seif.� I thought we
agreed you weren�t going to bother him anymore.�
You can�t just go messing with my boyfriend.�

Seifer made a disgusted little
face while he was turned away from the little blond.� �What do you mean?� he asked in a voice that
sounded as if he really wasn�t aware of what Zell was
talking about.

Zell blinked.� Did he really not know?� �Irvine said you were doing everything you
could possibly do to disobey him without actually disobeying him.�

Seifer turned to face his friend
and cocked a brow.� �Now I�m
confused.� Was I or wasn�t I actually
disobeying him?�

Zell closed one eye and scrunched
up his face.� �Alright, forget that.� He said you gave him shit the whole exam.�

�Don�t I give everyone shit?�
Hell, I still give you shit, Zell.�� He came back from the kitchen with the last
plate of snacks.

The shorter blond made another face as he thought some
more.� �Well, yea, you do give everyone
shit.� But Irvine was so upset!� It had to be more than just you being
yourself.�

Seifer turned to Zell, head cocked to the side gently,
face soft, and one hand on his hip.� �Hey now.� I swear I
wasn�t doing anything special to piss him off.�
Just being me.�
Maybe I should have realized he doesn�t really know me, and he�s still
jumpy from how we treated him before.��
That�s right.� Make Irvine sound
like he was making a valid observation, but make himself off to be innocent at
the same time.� Add a bit of the fact
that Zell had been the bad guy too, and bam, he was
on the winning track.

�I know you care about him, Zell.� Why would I still be acting like a shit when
I know you�d come and beat me up for it?�
I�m blond, I�m not stupid.�

Zell snorted and chuckled a
little.� �Isn�t that an oxymoron?�� He looked down at the ground as he thought
for a moment more, then looked back up at Seifer.� �So� You really didn�t mean it?� You were just being you, which granted, can
be pretty bad by itself, and you weren�t trying to make his exam hell?�

Hell yes I was trying to make his exam hell, and it
worked.� �Of course
not, Zell.�
Tell you what.� I�ll even tell him
I didn�t mean to upset him next time I see him.�

Zell brightened at that.� �Really??� I think that�d make him feel a lot
better.� And you better remember that he
still remembers you as a huge arsehole, so you better
act extra un-arsehole-y around him, got it?�

�Barely, considering your choice of words, Chickie,� Seifer chuckled and
ruffled the little blond�s hair which caused him to
yelp and grab at his arm.� �Yea, I got
it.�

�Good!� Or else I
really would have to beat you up.�� Now Zell was happy, and Seifer was
grinning with his victory.

The gunbladist wandered over to
the couch and sprawled over it while Zell headed over
to the DVD player.� He was wearing a baby
blue, sleeveless t-shirt with a low turtleneck collar- very queer- and a pair
of white shorts that actually stopped above his knees, granted, only by an inch
or two.

�Hey you got two movies,� Zell
commented and Seifer raised himself onto an elbow a
little.� He�d forgotten to put that
second one to the side before Zell got here.� Crap��
�What else did you get?� the fighter asked, but he was already taking Pirates
of the Kashenrahi off the top to see for himself,
making the question null and void.

Seifer bit his lower lip a little
as Zell�s eyebrows lifted nearly to his
hairline.� �That one�s, uh� not for both
of us to watch��

One of Zell�s brows lowered while
the other stayed lifted in question as he turned to face Seifer,
still crouching by the DVD player.� �Porn?�

�Like I said, not for us.� For me, later.� Remember, I don�t have a boyfriend.�

Zell�s face hadn�t changed.� �Are these guys martial
artists?�

�What?� They have good
bodies.�� Fuck fuck
fuck.

Zell grinned a little and set down
the movie on the floor.� �Seifie likes to watch martial arts porn, does he?� he
younger blonde rose from the ground and sauntered his way over to the couch,
hopping onto the arm and looking over at Seifer.

The elder boy looked at him a little funny, and not just
because he called him Seifie- ick.� �Sometimes��

�Seifie should have just asked,� Zell teased, grinning and pretty much falling onto his
hands and knees on the couch cushions before slowly crawling up and over Seifer�s legs and body.�
�Since he has a little martial artist with a good body
right� here.�� The grin on his lips
widened as his face neared Seifer�s.

�Zell, what are you�?� He was cut
off as the fighter�s lips hit his, hard and sweet.� He moaned and wrapped his arms around the
little blond�s body.�
He didn�t care why this was happening, but he was damn well going to
keep it for as long as he could.

�Mm, Seifer�� Zell
murmured again his lips.� �Seifer, Seifer, Seifer�.�

�Seifer!�

�Huh?� Yea?� Wha?� he jumped a little and looked around wildly.� Awww,
fucking�

�I said, �don�t all guys in gay porns
have good bodies?�� You
perv.�
You were daydreaming about your little movie, weren�t you?�� Zell smirked and
set down the DVD and picked up the one they were going to watch again.

Seifer was too busy trying to calm
down after his little daydream.� Fucking
sexy Dincht� being all hot
and provocative� okay, so that was just in my head� so good�

Zell turned on the DVD player and
put Pirates of the Kashenrahi in.� Grabbing the remote he headed over to the
couch and looked down at Seifer.� �Seif, move your
butt over.� Seif!� He swatted at one of Seifer�s legs.

�Hm?� Oh, yeah, sorry.�� The gunbladist
shifted onto his side and against the back of the sofa, resting his head on the
small cushion on the arm of the couch.

�You are so out of it,� Zell
chuckled and sat down.� He skipped all
the adds and hit play when he�d reached the main
menu.� After that he set down the remote
and curled up against Seifer, using the older boy�s
arm as his own pillow.

Seifer�s breath was a little
shallow, hoping Zell wouldn�t notice his reaction to
his little daydreaming episode.� But he
couldn�t help the smile forming on his lips as he draped his arm over Zell�s body.�

As the movie played Zell grabbed
at snacks and munched on them, sometimes grabbing one for Seifer
too and trying to put it in his mouth without looking.� He only hit Seifer
in his nose and cheek about four times and in the eye once.� He�d got swatted on the arse
for the eye one.� �Ner, sooorry.� If you want it get it yourself, ya big baby.�

�No, warm,� Seifer said snuggling Zell tighter against himself.

�You and your warm.� If you like the heat, pull the blanket down.�

Seifer liked that idea, so he
regretfully released his arm from around the shorter blond and reached behind
him to yank the blanket down over the both of them.� Then he snuck his arm back under it and
around the little body once more.

Zell cutely snuggled the edge of
the blanket under his chin and squirmed around a little until he was comfy
again.

Seifer barely held back the
groan.� Stupid chicken wuss turning him on with such simple little things.� He cocked a brow when the stupid little
chicken in question gave a happy little �mmmmmm� of
his own.

�Captain Jecht Swallow.� You can pillage my body any day.�

�You little whore.�
You�re taken, and you�re top.�

Zell snorted and elbowed Seifer in the ribs lightly.�
�First off, I doubt I�ll be making it with Mr. Movie Star, Lonny Dett, and second, there are just some men you let have
their way.�

�Is that right?� Well,
I sure as hell ain�t rolling onto my back for Lonny Dett, pirate or no pirate.�

Zell chuckled.� �That�s cause you�re
one of the uber-tops.�� Zell could just
picture the look on his face.� �You
know.� Someone who�s
top all the time.� Well, maybe not
all the time.� But the
type that could top a top.�

�You saying you�d bottom for me, Zell?�� He knew this wasn�t a good little path
to be marching down, but hell did he want to hear the answer.

The martial artist chuckled.�
�You mean if I wasn�t with Irvine and we were more than best
friends?� Well, if that�s what
you�re asking, then ya.� I�d let you fuck me.�

Seifer stared at the back of Zell�s head.� He
almost thought he was daydreaming again, save for the fact Zell
had mentioned Irvine, so he knew he was actually in the wonderful realm of
reality.� �Shut up and watch the movie or
else I might take you up on that offer.��
Oh, the truth� what a wonderful escape.�
Hell, Jecht had used it on the guards a little
while ago.

Zell snorted and elbowed him in
the ribs again.� �You
sleaze.� You ain�t
coming anywhere near my arse.�

Seifer decided to not mention the
little fact that Zell�s arse
was pressed right up against him at that very moment, being practically as
close as was physically possible.� But
thinking about that was an even worse path to stride down at the moment.

They continued watching the movie, commenting about Jecht and Wesley, about where, when and how they fucked
throughout the movie and about why Wes was using Anastasia to make people think
he was straight. �He was at the very
least bi.

Most of the conversations just had Seifer
picturing himself as Captain Jecht and Zell as young Wesley Tanner.� Fuck his over active, sex crazed imagination.� And fuck that little body pressed up against
his.� Mm, that wasn�t such a bad idea.� Okay, yes it was, but he could still think
about it.

Zell yawned a little as the movie
ended, snuggling against Seifer and under the
blanket.� He closed his eyes softly and
smiled.� �You�re right. Warm is good.�

�You tired?� Seifer asked, even
though it was a redundant question.

�Mhmmmm.�� Zell rolled over
and wrapped an arm around Seifer�s waist.� �Can I stay the night?�� He rubbed his face against the taller blond�s chest and smiled again.

Seifer blinked a couple of time, then smiled down at the younger boy in his arms.� �Course.� You�re always allowed.� S�why you have a
toothbrush over here.�

Zell snorted and nodded, rolling
back over to get up.� He stretched up
onto his tiptoes and reached as far as he could above his head.

The gunbladist took the
opportunity to perv at the tattooed boy�s arse and his visible muscles as they flexed.

Said tattooed boy turned around and took him by the arm,
tugging him until he got up.� ��me on, Seif.� Lez go brush our
teeth and go ta bed.�

Seifer leaned down to grab the
remote, turning off the DVD player and the TV before tossing it onto the couch
and following Zell into the bathroom.� The two young men brushed their teeth, then Zell brushed out his bangs and Seifer
washed his face.

Zell moseyed out of the bathroom,
tugging off his shirt, which got stuck for a few moments before he ripped it
off.� He tossed it in the hamper and took
off his shorts, tossing them in as well.

The taller blond came out of the bathroom to find Zell stretching again, this time in nothing but his boxers,
then crawl into bed.� Hyne, was he a sight.� How did he never notice?� Zell could have
been his.� Hey had toothbrushes and a
drawer of their things at each other�s dorms.�
They slept in the same bed.�
They joked and played and wrestled.�
How had they not become more?�
Seifer mentally smacked himself, knowing it
just had to be his fault.

He stripped down to his own boxers, tossing his clothes in
the hamper after Zell�s and joined the little blonde
in his bed.� He smiled at Zell, his
eyes closed as he nuzzled the pillows and yawned again.� �Go to sleep,� he murmured, sliding in close
to the fighter.

��m trying.� Quit talkin�, Seif.�� Another yawn and a bit of snuggling up against the warm body of his
near-nude best friend.� �Mmm, good.� Night��

�Night, Zell.� Sleep well.��
Seifer smiled again, moving so his chin was resting
on the top of Zell�s head.� He slung his arms around the martial artist
and fell asleep not long after, imagining this was how it really was.
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