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Lightning.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 667 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kitty: Ooo! Pleasure! Pleasure is good!

Eoko: I was thinking the very same thing!

Kitty: Of course
you were. -digs around in her mind until she can turf Eoko out-

Eoko: Oh, give up that. It's impossible. Also! Apologizes for not having a chapter next week. We seem to be
very forgetful with this new RP and our busy schedules. Sumimasen!

Kitty: Or we
remember separately, then forget to mention it to each other... >_< Geh! Forgive us! We offer you pleasure in return! -points to chapter title-

Eoko: And also a second chapter this week!

Kitty: Yay! That was my decision. XD

Eoko: Sure it was. Anyway, go read!

Chapter, the
Forty-Eighth: In Which There is Pleasure.

Seifer waltzed back into his room
after his morning training session.� He
knew Zell had a miniscule, almost purely diplomatic
mission to attend to before they got together.�
He chuckled lightly, wondering why in Hyne�s
name Cid, Squall or Xu would send Zell on any sort of diplomatic mission, no matter how
petty.

The gunbladist tossed his trench
coat over the back of the chair at his desk and went to wash up a bit.� When he came back he noticed the green
blinking light on his answering machine and hit the new message button.

�Hi, Seifer, it�s me.� Let�s meet up in the caf
at around noon.� I might be a bit late,
so if I�m not there, eat something, kay?� If I don�t get there by one just head
back to your room and I�ll meet up with you there.� Love, peace, chocobo feet.�

Seifer shook his head at that
demented phrase but smiled a little anyway.�
He glanced at his clock then headed into his bedroom to get
changed.� Birthday lunch with Zell followed by whatever the
little fighter had planned.� The scarred
blond wouldn�t even allow himself to think of what that was because if
he thought about it he was far too inclined to hope for the impossible.

- - -

It was already half past twelve and Seifer
had finally resorted to getting some food and sitting down in a huff to eat
it.� Sure Zell
had said he might not be back in time, but he very
rarely didn�t show up for a scheduled engagement.�

He rested his chin in his palm while he chewed on his
hamburger.� If Zell
had said noon, he should have been there at twelve-fifteen at the very
latest.� But he wasn�t there and it was
annoying.�

I know I�m being selfish, but I�m allowed to be
selfish.� It is my birthday!� Alright, so that wasn�t the greatest excuse
in the world, but who hadn�t used it at least a couple dozen times.� It wasn�t a one time per birthday thing
either.

After taking as long as possible to eat his lunch, Seifer had to wait a bit longer, deciding to hang around
until about quarter past incase Zell came rushing in
hoping he made it just in time.�
Ha, well, that didn�t happen.

Fuck, Seifer thought as he
stalked back to his room, hands shoved in his pockets.� How long was he going to have to wait now,
back in his room til Zell did
decide to show up?� Well, at least his
room had a TV and other such things that he could entertain himself with.

The gunbladist punched in his code
just a touch too hard and the keys beeped at him in warning.� He really hated that �don�t hit me that hard
or I might break and you�ll have to pay to fix me� warning sound.� It made him want to hit the thing harder.� Real good warning there,
Garden.

He stalked right on into his room, flinging his coat off and
heading to the bedroom to hang it up as the door swooshed closed behind
him.� He thrust open the closet and hung
his coat up on its personal little hook, muttering to himself the whole time
about being stood up on his birthday and all that jazz.

�Sorry,� a voice said, almost a whisper, from behind
him.� He turned around quickly and
stared.� �Sorry, Seif.� But I
needed you out of the room so I could get ready� I needed to make sure you
would be gone long enough�� Zell bit his lip cutely.�
It was amazing how coy he could look if he wanted to.

�Zell?� Seifer asked in disbelief.�
It was really a stupid thing to say, because it was obviously Zell, but total incomprehension could do that to a
person.� The taller blond�s
gaze shifted around the room.� The lights
were off and there were candles lit around, not overdone, but just set up where
the space allowed.� There were flower
petals scattered around, on the floor, the dresser, desk, bed, any surface
really; again, not overdone.� And not all
rose petals either.� It was like a whole
colorful bouquet had a run in with a toddler.�
Oh yea� real romantic analogy there.

And then there was Zell.� Oh, Hyne, there was
Zell.� The
little fighter laying on his bed, probed up on pillows with his hands above his
head, wrapped around the wrists in what Seifer
guessed was black silk.� And dear sweet,
merciful gods� he was naked.

- - Flashback - -

Zell had finished up his �mission�
quickly.� Well, since it wasn�t a mission
so much as breakfast at Ma�s it really hadn�t taken that long.� He was back in time to watch Seifer head out to meet him in the cafeteria.

He went over to Seifer�s room and
punched in the code, balancing his box of things on his hip then slipped inside
and went right for the bedroom.� He put
down the box and rummaged through it, biting his lip softly.� Hyne�what
am I doing?� I� I can�t� I can�t not do this.� I am horrible, and selfish, and I deserve to
be locked up forever for doing what I�m going to do- what I�ve already done�
but I can�t stop.� I have to.� I love him- I love them.

The martial artist resolved to stop thinking along those
lines as he set up the bedroom.� He was a
romantic, but not a fully clich� sap.� He
had candles on the nightstand, the dresser, desk and sill, in groups of two or
three.� They were tastefully little
displays that were unlikely to cause a fire-y accident.� He did have water spells junctioned
just in case though.

Red rose petals where mixed with white daises and various
other flowers.� He didn�t know them all,
but they were pretty and would make nice potpourri later- his Ma made it
sometimes, not him.� He wasn�t that
queer.

He scoped the room when he was done and smiled.� After a quick check to see what time it was Zell made the bed, sprinkled a few more petals and started
to undress.� Little shivers zipped across
his skin as he removed his clothes and slid onto Seifer�s
covers.� He lay back a moment and took a
few deep breaths.

Once he felt relaxed and confident again he leaned over to
grab the last couple things out of the box before pushing it out of the
way.� The black silk scarf he fed through
the decorative holes in the headboard and lay the two ends down over his
chest.� He could spin the material around
his wrists when Seifer came back.� Until then he wasn�t going to risk severe
blood loss to his fingers while he waited.

- - End Flashback - -

�Oh, Hyne� Zell��
and it didn�t take him any longer to move over to his bed and over his sweet
blond fighter.� He ran a gloved hand
gently down the tattooed check and smiled so warmly, and so unSeiferly.

�Seifer�� Zell
whispered, returning the caring smile.� He
leaned his cheek into the soft caress and let his eyes fall half closed.� �Seif�
happy birthday.�

The gloved hand stilled, cupping his cheek and jaw as the gunbladist leaned down to bestow a kiss on Zell�s slightly parted lips.� He wanted to unwind his wrists and wrap his
arms around the taller blond�s broad shoulders but he
fought the urge, allowing Seifer to take his time and
touch him a little before he joined in.

Seifer shifted his weight, lifting
his hand away from Zell�s cheek to pull off one glove
then the other.� He threw them both to
the side and splayed his hands over the fighter�s chest.� This was bliss.� The first time had been good, yes, but the
first time Zell had been frozen to the soul and
needed heat, not pleasure.� This time
would be different.

Zell lifted his body into the
touch.� It was so slow and sensual.� He could feel all the love and desire washing
out over his skin wherever Seifer touched him.� His body moved as the hands stroked down his
stomach, muscles rolling at Seifer�s will as much as
his own, down his thighs, back up and over his shoulders.� It felt so good to just be touched.� Touched and kissed and loved.

The older boy moved away then, only slightly, enough to pull
his turtleneck over his head before he came back for more.� He pressed his bare skin against Zell�s, ran a palm up the fighter�s arm until his
fingertips touched the silk, at which point he searched for whatever ties and
knots bound the hands away from his body.

The little blond chuckled, rolling his wrists again and
again, the black silk loosening and falling in slack ribbons on his shoulders
and he unwound them.� He wasn�t going to
forfeit all control with actual bindings, nor was he going to ask
someone to tie him up, although he could consider a few that would have
absolutely no problem following out that particular wish.

Seifer�s eye blinked open and his
lips stopped their sweet torture on his neck to inquire about the soft chuckles
and the rotating of the wrist he had been inspecting.� He quickly found himself laughing too.� But when their eyes met the laughter faded
and they were at one another in no time.

This time Zell�s arms came quick
around his shoulders, pulling his smaller body against Seifer�s
larger frame as their lips locked and their tongues danced against one another.� Hyne, it was
blissful.� Everything about it was sheer
joy; the other�s touch, the soft, quiet sounds, the
subtle body movements.� Everything was a
beautiful assault on their desperate bodies, on their over active senses.

It was hard, so hard.�
Seifer wanted to be caught in these moments
forever, to make it last and last and never end.� If felt so good- so right.� Everything he had ever wanted was right there
in front of him- well, below him really.�
But it was too much, too good.�
He knew he�d never last.� He
wanted the shorter boy with such a passion it drove him so far into madness he
was sane again.

Everything was so sharp and clear.� Where their skin touched, pleasure flashed
through their bodies, exploding in their minds like lightning.� But Zell was
getting just a touch fed up with the fact that Seifer
was not completely undressed, and based on how Zell
felt, he was pretty certain his lover didn�t like that fact much either.

He ran his hands down Seifer
sides, then to the front of his pants to undo the belt, button and fly.� The gunbladist
grinned against his collarbone and nipped approvingly, reaching one hand down
to assist Zell in ridding him of the remainder of
this clothing.

�Zell�� Seifer
murmured, nuzzling against the fighter�s skin and
pressing close to him.� �Hyne, Zell��

His voice dripped with so much emotion that Zell was unable to soak it all up.� He took in everything he was able to, basking
in the feeling and radiating with the perfection of it all.� �Seifer�� His voice echoed the taller blond�s, one hand curling around to sweep luxuriously up
the scarred man�s spine.

Seifer�s back arched a little,
drawing his body more firmly against the one beneath him.� He rocked his hips against Zell�s own, causing both of them to groan and the shorter
boy to buck.� It was pure, heavenly
bliss.

�Seifer� hn,
babe, please?... I need you Seif�
need you so bad�� Zell was on the verge of
whining.� He drew a hand up and over his
head, reaching behind and over towards the bedside table.� When he found what he was looking for he
brought it back and tapped the little tube against Seifer�s
shoulder.

The taller blond looked up from his present task of admiring
the fighter�s body and cocked a brow.�
�Very prepared, aren�t you?�� Zell nodded as Seifer�s tongue
slid out along his stomach and his free hand fisted in the sheets.� �But� I want this to last, Zell�� I want to hold
and touch you forever.� I want to love
you forever.�

�Oh, Seif�� the little blond
dropped the tube in his hand to reach up and stroke Seifer�s
cheek, then run a single fingertip down the length of the scar.� �Babe, I know how you feel� I know� So I know
how bad you want me, cause I want you so bad
right now.� Take me� please, please take
me.�� He brought deep sapphire blue eyes
up to gaze into lust-filled jades.� �I
never said anything about you only getting me once today�� a slow grin spread
along his face and in no time Seifer was copying it,
curve for curve.

With that added knowledge the gunbladist
gave into his lust, taking up the lubricant from where Zell
had dropped it and set to work coating two long fingers.� �You�re right, Zell�
I do want you� I want you so bad��

Zell squirmed beneath him, hardly
able to wait for what he knew very well was coming.� �Then you better� ehnnn�
not be thinking of treatin�
me like no bottom.� Prep me quick, take me hard and fast�� You know I can take it anyway you can give.�

Well� if that wasn�t incredibly sexy and a wonderful
initiative.� He lifted Zell�s hips with one hand, the task made easier by the
little fighter�s willingness to help, and with the other he pressed his two
readied fingers into the smaller boy�s entrance.

Zell back arched deliciously
beneath him, toned stomach pressing up against his own.� He dipped his head down to lap at one of the hard
nipples displayed before him, causing more wonderful little sounds to escape
the fighter�s lips.� Hyne,
it was amazing.� He didn�t scream or cry
out.� He made soft sounds, gentle but
earnest, exactly what Seifer would have expected from
a fellow top, but in no way disappointing.�
He was still the one to encourage those lovely sounds out from
the very depths of Zell�s being.

It didn�t take long for the younger blond to start moving
his hips against Seifer�s fingers.� Hyne, he wanted the
gorgeous, arrogant arsehole inside him.� He squirmed and writhed at the wonderful
attention and let his body move on its own accord.� �Seif�� he
murmured, one of his hands reaching up to stroke through Seifer�s
golden hair.� �Please?� Please make love to me, Seifer��

The scarred blond left the skin beneath his tongue and teeth
in favour of crushing his lips against Zell�s.� Hyne, he�d never heard more perfect, wonderful, amazing
words ever spoken.� The only thing that
could be better was experiencing what those words meant, and he wasted no time
in pursuing that goal.�

In the next moment his fingers were removed, Zell not even making a sound at the loss because he knew
what was to come, and he entered the younger boy in one quick yet gentle
thrust, then stilled.

Zell curled his legs tightly around
Seifer�s waist, drew his arms around the strong neck
and broad shoulders and clung to the man above him.� He never wanted to let go, and when Seifer�s arms encircled him and pulled his closer still, he
felt like he�d never have to.

After what seemed like an eternity of sweet, loving
perfection Seifer shifted his weight, sliding out
slowing and thrusting back in with a steady, sure, intensity that rivaled that
given off by Zell in the heat of battle.�

Within the first few thrusts Zell�s
body was attuned to the gunbladist�s and they moved
together with such surety, such fluidity that it seemed as if they were born to
move together.� They fit so well, so
amazingly well together, and the thought flew clear of his mind that Irvine fit
with him just as well, just as perfectly.

Their lips touched, parted, made gentle contact with soft
skin and harsher contact as they laid claim to one another.� They kissed, and licked, nipped and bit at
each other with a passion that bordered on animalist instinct, their bodies
writhing together, moving in a rhythm that only the two of them could know or
understand.� No one that saw them, not
even Hyne himself, would see what they saw as they
moved together, felt what and how they felt.

The pace quickened, Seifer�s
thrusts growing harder, quicker, and the sounds coming from the both of them
escalating with the intensity of their love making.� It was hot and hard, passion, desperation and
so much love.� It hurt, it burned, it felt so good.

Seifer was the first to fall into the
blackness of sweet release.� His head
shot back, his mouth held open in a silent cry, eyes tight shut.� His senses were lost to him for that split
second in time, but he came back to hear his name called out softly against his
shoulder as Zell let himself fall over the edge.� They lay their together, catching their
breath and holding each other tight.� So
far, Seifer was finding his birthday rather wonderful
all in all.� And it wasn�t over just yet.
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