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Eoko: So we kinda
forgot the title of this chapter. -_-

Kitty: It's on my
copy, but my copy is on my lappytop, which is at the
shop.

Eoko: So we just made up another one.

Kitty: Which might
even be the one we had, and we didn't even know it.

Eoko: That'd be funny. -_-

Kitty: And typical
of us.

Eoko: True! Let's let them read it now.

Kitty: Okay! Hmm... the insanity level of these
author notes is not so huge for once. -grins-

Chapter, the
Thirty-Fourth: In Which Selphie Makes a Sandwich.

For possibly the first and last time in his life, Irvine was
glad that Zell had gone to see Seifer.� He could finally stop shifting so that the blond�s hand or mouth wouldn�t fall onto his injured
shoulder.

What the fuck had Seifer been
thinking anyway?� Walking up and biting
someone� did he think that was normal?!�
Is that the Seifer Almasy
hello for fuck�s sake??� No wonder
no one got close to him.� Hyne above.

He sat on Zell�s bed, vest tossed
over the back of the desk chair so he could examine the bite.� It was bruising around the marks of Seifer�s teeth and really didn�t look very pretty.� Then again, the fact that Seifer
had given it to him probably made it scream �disgusting�.� If Zell had bitten
him, maybe it would look a lot better.�
Would Zell bite him?� With those little fangs of
his?

Irvine shook his head a little.� He was getting severely off track.� Another glance at his shoulder was all he
needed to remember what he had been originally planning.� It looked worse than it was.� A localized Cure spell would be all he needed
to rid himself of the stinging mark.

He lifted his opposite hand and readied the spell, watching
closely as the magic worked its way through injured skin and muscle
tissue.� He grinned when he could see no
remaining evidence of the bite mark, even at intensely close inspection.

But there was still the feeling of Seifer�s
hands and mouth on him, a feeling he really wanted to get rid of.� Irvine got to his feet, stripping out of his
chaps, black jeans and boxers and heading into Zell�s
bathroom for a nice, hot, Anti-Seifer shower.

- - -

�He really didn�t let you see anything in his journal?� Zell asked practically out of the blue.� The only thing Seifer
could remotely figure he had linked it to was that
they had been talking briefly about the report Zell
had handed into Squall concerning their last mission.

�Why would he?� We
don�t like each other.�� Sure Zell wanted them to be all buddy-buddy, but he had to,
repeat had to understand it wasn�t happening.� It couldn�t.�
Like hell Seifer was going to tell him the real
reason why, but he had to tell him something.�
That frown on Zell�s face was forcing some
explanation out of him, true or not.

�Zell, please.� It�s been weeks, we�ve both tried, and it
hasn�t worked.� Him
and I just don�t have what it takes to be friends.� Could have had something
to do with the fact that what I�m trying to do is not be his friend�
Seifer mused to himself.

�Can�t you try harder?� Zell
nearly whimpered from his place, once again, on Seifer�s
bed.� Why did he have to always
sit/lie/lounge there?� It was far too
convenient for Seifer�s overactive male libido to
handle.

�That�s like asking fish to-�

�Fly?� Zell inquired and Seifer just knew he had the stupid �flying fish� retort all
ready and waiting.

�Fillet themselves and serve the
meal to the President of Esthar,� the gunbladist replied with a smirk.

Alright, so Zell hadn�t expected
that.� �Laguna doesn�t like fish.� He likes chicken.�

Oh Hyne, so do I� �Him and I just aren�t compatible.� Being civil seems to be working a bit, but
asking us to be friends is like telling us both to change who we are, as
people.�� The taller blond put on his
endearing face and Zell�s pout increased, but he
nodded a little.

The fighter lowered his head and looked towards Seifer,
cheek nestled in his folded arms.� �I
guess changing either of you is worse than you two not being friends.�

And Seifer gets another point.� The mental grin spreading through his mind
almost made an appearance on his face, but thankfully he kept it in check.� �You shouldn�t worry so much about him and
me.� Worry about you and me.� I�m the one going to suffer here, not him.� �And now it was time for the hurt puppy look
that only Zell got to see.

The tattooed blond�s lip twitched
a little and he reached out a hand to pull Seifer
down next to him on the bed.� He rolled
onto his back and rested his head on the gunbladist�s
thighs.� �What you talking about, Seif?� Zell asked, even though he
knew exactly what his best friend had meant.

And Seifer was going to make sure
he milked the guilt down to the last drop.�
After guilt there was always pity anyway.� No matter how much he hated pity, he hated
Irvine Kinneas a hell of a lot more.� �You know what I�m talking about, Zell.� You�re not
splitting me and Irvine fifty-fifty.�
It�s more like eighty-twenty.� I
don�t get any say in it and I don�t have another best friend.� I only have you.�

�Fujin and Raijin-�

�Are a little busy helping run Galbadia�s Army.�

The younger boy chewed on his lower lip, looking up to his
taller counterpart.� �But Irvine�s my
boyfriend.� He�s not just another
friend.�

�Never heard the saying �boyfriends come and go, but
friendship is forever�?� Seifer inquired, looking
down at the crested-teen in his lap. (1)

Zell frowned a bit, looking away
from the jade gaze, then back to meet it again.�
�Irvine is forever.�

Oh fuck� oh fuck he did not just say that.� A hand went immediately to his mouth.� He felt like he was going to throw up.� Actually, seriously throw up at hearing
that.� Oh, wouldn�t that look good on his
Friend Resume: throws up when hears of friend�s long-term commitment to
their significant other.� Well, this
exact set of circumstances would probably never happen again, so that resume
can just make friends with the shredder.
�
Zell sat up with alarm.� �Are you alright?� A gloved hand went quickly
to rub circles on Seifer�s back, worried eyes focused
on the coughing and gagging blond.

�Wh-wha�. What the fuck� did I
eat�?� Shit�� Okay, that was half
true.� That was an awful fucking taste in
his mouth.� And despite his hate for the
cowboy, he did taste pretty good.�
Stomach acid had a bad way of displeasing the tastebuds.�

And if Zell�s precious hotdogs
tasted as bad as they did right now, Seifer sure
wouldn�t be on a near constant daydream of making out with the spunky little
fighter.� Hyne�
�Water� please��

Said spunky fighter shot up from the bed and ran to grab a
bottle of water from Seifer�s little fridge.� When he came back Seifer
tried to give him a little smile, but it was still twisted slightly from the
taste in his mouth.

He took the water, uncapped it and gulped down nearly half
of it in one go.� He probably would have
gone for more if Zell hadn�t taken the bottle and
miraculously not spilt any of it while he put it on the bedside table.

The younger boy moved back around to sit behind the older,
his legs falling to either side of Seifer�s and his
hands coming up to rub at the tense muscles.�
�You okay now?� he asked, voice soft and
concerned.� He didn�t have a clue his
comment had been what caused the problem.

�Mmm�� Seifer
could do nothing but make a pleased sound as expert hands moved over his
back.� Hyne he
was good with his hands.� So fucking good.� It didn�t take
the gunbladist long to imagine the skilled hands
working over other parts of his body.� Over the steadily growing ache between his legs.� Fuck�

If only it were as easy as his hormone driven mind seemed to
think it was.� If only he could turn
around, attack the fighter�s lips with his own and make him his, all his, only
his.� But it wasn�t that easy.� It wasn�t ever going to be that easy.� Fuck�

�Zell�?� Seifer
finally got out with only the slightest hint of an accompanied moan.� �I think I should go to bed.� Sleep off whatever decided to attack my
gut.�� He added a rather realistic
sounding groan as he clutched his stomach with one hand.

Sapphire eyes widened a little as the fighter moved around
to kneel on the floor in front of the gunbladist.� �Do you want me to stay, Seifer?� Do you need anything?�

Like you wouldn�t believe� do you have to kneel there?� Do you realise
you�re less than a foot from my cock� oh Hyne�
Zell.� �I�ll be fine.�� Another weak, less twisted
smile.� �Sleep does me wonders.�

Zell slowly got to his feet and
nodded.� Then he scuttled around the
room, grabbing the waste bin and setting it by the bed, as well as getting
another bottle of water from the fridge and placing it on the table by the still
half-full one, before leaning down and kissing Seifer�s
forehead, right between his eyebrows, across his scar.

He shuddered a little at the kiss.� Zell always did
that, and it had always affected him on some level.� That level was just getting deeper.� No matter how dangerous and sexy it made him
look, it was a scar.� He hadn�t
asked for it-- well, maybe a little --he hadn�t wanted it.� It was a mark given to him by his rival.� But Zell accepted
it, even loved how it complemented the gunbladist�s
face.� It was like Zell
was accepting everything about him, every time he kissed that scar.� It sent an almost painful twang through Seifer�s heart.

�I�ll come check on you in the
morning, Seif,� he said with a soft smile, hand
sliding from where it had rested on the taller blond�s
broad shoulder, and slipping out the door to let his friend sleep.

It took Seifer no more than ten
seconds to leap to his door, add two extra lock-out commands, and set to work
on what was really occupying his mind at that moment.� He�d be spending the rest of the day in bed
alright.� Oh hyne�
Zell.� You don�t even realise
what you do to me.� Eight inches from my
cock and you don�t even notice.� Fuck�

- - -

Selphie skipped down the hall, nunchaku flailing around and miraculously not hitting
anyone.� That may have had something to
do with the fact that everyone kept an extra distance from her when her weapon
was not holstered, or within her grasp.

When she came down the main hall to the dorms she
stopped.� She had meant to talk to Seifer about him being a stupid idiot but hadn�t gotten
around to it yet.� Now, here she was,
nothing to do and pretty close to where he might be.

So, Selphie turned down the hall
and holstered her nunchaku, skipping off to Seifer�s dorm.� She
was pretty sure he wouldn�t like the conversation, so it was just good she
happened to have her nice, shiny Strange Vision all ready in case he needed a
thwacking.

She slowed down as she neared his room, stopping at his door
and knocking politely.� When no �who the
fuck is it?� or door answering occurred in about twenty seconds she tried
again.� When that proved useless as well
she leaned up against the sheet of metal and listened closely.

Selphie blinked.� Someone was definitely inside, so why weren�t
they answering?� Seifer
was probably being stupid and not answering the door cause
he didn�t want to be bothered.� Besides, Zell just walked in anyway.

Well, Selphie Tilmitt
was not going to be ignored.� She
entered Seifer�s code, how she got it having never
been figured out, and got a nice red light and a rather angry sounding beep in
her face for it.� She cocked an eyebrow
and looked at the panel, pressing a few more buttons and noticing the
lock-outs.

That won�t stop me! She mentally cheered herself on
and set to work on the panel next to Seifer�s
door.� Several minutes of blips, beeps,
random swears and much pounding later, the door whooshed open and Selphie stormed in, the door swishing closed behind her.

The sight that �welcomed� the spunky brunette was a rather
pleasant one, albeit totally something that could cause a gunblade
bullet to find its way into her body, most likely her
head.� She pursed her lips and headed
into the kitchen to find something to eat while Seifer
finished.� You did not want to interrupt
Mr. Almasy when he was in the middle of something.� Or, more accurately, right near the end of
something.

She had just sat down in front of the TV and turned on a
home improvement show, since one seemed to be on somewhere all the time, a
sandwich already half eaten, when Seifer finished his
current activity with a loud cry of Zell�s name.

The brunette�s brows furrowed as she took a huge, vicious
bite out of her poor, innocent sandwich.�
Why did she have to always get involved?�
Oh, that�s right, because she was Selphie Tilmitt, matchmaker and problem-fixer extraordinaire.� But this was getting insane.

It took Seifer a rather long time
to come down from his high and calm enough to become aware of his surroundings
again.� The first thing he noticed when
he �came to� was the sound of his television.�
Not only was it on, which confused him, but what was on didn�t
sound like anything he�d ever watch.� The
hell�?

A little while after the confusion shifted to something
between bewilderment, anger and curiosity, he propped himself up on his elbows
and turned his head towards the �living room� area, catching sight of Selphie through the open door and damn near squeaked.� �Selphie?!� What the fuck??�

Selphie turned her head away from
the television to catch Seifer scrambling to get the
covers up around his body.� She turned
off the program and got up, heading over to the bed and grabbing a chair on her
way.� She sat down and looked/glared at
him.

He was pretty much mimicking her look.� What the fuck was she thinking?� Why the hell was she in his room,
watching his TV, while he was doing� what he was doing� �How did you get in here?� he growled at her, remembering
the extra lock-out commands he had used.

�I broke your codes,� she replied, and he had to wonder if
she had broken the rest of his panel at the same time.� �Then I let myself in, but you were busy-�

�No shit!� he cried, rather angry at her.

�So I made myself a sandwich and watched some TV until you were done,� she continued as if everything was okay,
perfectly normal and acceptable.

Seifer stared at her for a good
long while, adjusting the blankets around him a few times.� Being naked in a room with Selphie was never high on his list of Things to Do.� And it wasn�t even on his list of
People to Do.

�We have to talk, Seifer.�� She folded her arms over her thighs and
looked at him.

�Somehow I think you�re going to badger me and I�m going to
grumble about it the whole time.�� He
frowned and moved to the other side of the bed, as far from her as was
possible.� Stupid edge
of bed getting in his fucking way.�
Falling out was not something he felt like doing, even if sneaking under
the bed after he fell and away from his tormentor did sounds rather good.

�What are you trying to do, Seifer?�
she whined at him.� �Zell
and Irvine are a couple.� Zell loves Irvine,
and I know Irvine loves Zell.� You can�t have him.� And you said you were going to just
let it go away-�

�Yeah, well I can�t!� he shot back at her.� Maybe he could have remained calm if she
hadn�t brought up love and Irvine, but she had, so now she was screwed.� �First off I don�t give a fuck about
Irvine.� He�s your friend, he�s Zell boyfriend but I am free to hate his fucking
guts, thank you very much.��

�Don�t talk about him like that.� Selphie�s
face was hard set.� This was very quickly
becoming a dangerous argument.� Warning,
warning, ex-sorceress� knight and explosion-girl are knocking heads!� Run for the hills!

�I�ll talk about him how I like, Selphie.� I don�t give a damn about him.� I hate him.�
He took my Zell away.� He took away the only thing I had after all
that sorceress shit.�

�No one took anyone away, Seifer.� You still have Zell.� He�s still your best friend,� she tried to
disperse the anger from her voice and speak gently to him.� It was just really freaking hard right now.

Seifer glared at the foot of his
bed.� Selphie
was probably the second closest friend he had at Garden, and that kind of
disturbed him in a number of ways.� But
he couldn�t bring himself to glare at her.�
�He did too take him away.� I
never see him anymore.� He�s always
making out with Irvine behind a bush, or against a wall, or under a table-�

�I don�t think they make out under tables.�

�Yeah, well I wouldn�t put it past them,� he grumbled.� �Why me?� Why after all the shit, when I�m finally
getting my life back, does the one person I love more than anything get taken
from me? �It�s like she�s still fucking
with me.� Either that or
her and Miss Fate went to preschool together and she called in a fucking
favor...�

Selphie had to stop herself from
laughing at that.� It was pretty amusing
to picture a miniature Ultimecia and a tiny Fate
playing with blocks on the floor. �No, the kastle
must be like this,� she imagined little Ultimecia
say.� �No, it will fall if you do that,�� little
Fate would reply. �

But it didn�t take long for the desperation, hurt and loss
in Seifer�s words to sink in.� She, or more correctly, Anasha
had been right.� He was in love.� It wasn�t just a physical attraction.� Heck, a lot of people had physical
attractions for Seifer, Zell,
Irvine, pretty much all the Heros and the �Villian�.� Being
famous did that to a person.� Being
famous led to fanbases.

�He should be mine,� Seifer
mumbled to his covers.� �I had him and I
let him get away, because I was too stupid to see.� I felt things for him, since before Irvine�
and I just didn�t clue in��

Selphie bounded from the chair and
onto the bed in one deer-like motion, her arms wrapping around the nearly
broken blond.� �Seifer,
I hate that you�re trying to ruin them.�
And there isn�t a hope in all of hell that I�ll even remotely help you
get Zell back.�
And I will do everything I can to keep Irvine as happy as he is with
Zell.� I�d
rather you�d give up on him, but I can see, and sure as hell did see
that isn�t going to happen.� The ringing
in my ears proves they know it too.�

Seifer groaned at her. �At least he wasn�t going to get tied to his
couch and forced to watch shows filled with happy bunnies, unicorns, and
butterflies until he promised to stop pursuing the fighter.

�Even if you�re being a stupid shit, I don�t want to see you
like this.� I know!� she chirped far too
cheerily as an idea hit her, unfortunately not hard enough to knock her
out.� �We should go on a man hunt!� Get you laid!�
See if that helps!�

Seifer just groaned again and
nodded.� It was the easiest way out at
the moment.� He could avoid this so
called �man hunt� as much as possible later, but agreeing to it now was his
best chance of her leaving.

He also knew it wasn�t going to help.� He loved Zell and
he felt loyal to him.� A loyalty stronger
than the one that had developed as their friendship grew.� He wasn�t going to sleep with anyone if it
wasn�t Zell.

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1. Jocks before cocks, maaaan!
>..> Chicks before dicks, bros before hoes. Etc, etc.
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