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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: OMGosh, readers! Kitty got a job! Yay!
XD

Eoko: And Eoko got
suckered into doing cash for two nights! Thankfully one is done. Christmas work
hours suck balls. Hehe... ball, christmas... hahahahhaa

Kitty: This chapter
is very appropriate! Though, how FF8 characters end up with Christmas boggles
the mind... Heh.

Eoko: I read one fic
where there was Hynemas for the whole thing, then one slip of 'Christmas' at the end, but that was cool.
Besides, it's easier to write about events we know rather than make up random
ones.

Kitty: Maybe it got
transmitted to them on some random radio waves, like all the random songs of
ours that they love so much. -grins-

Eoko: At least I came up with logical reasoning
for that one...

Kitty: Totally. It
makes sense. Hmm... can I
have my own Irvine for Christmas...?

Eoko: -snickers- I can.

Kitty: Shut up,
you. Let them read the story.

Chapter, The Fifty-Third: In Which Zell is
Forced to Choose.

�You�re what? �Oh, yeah� Mmm� I didn�t realise. �No, it�s fine. I�ll go with Rikan,
Illo, Hiro and Terry��
Irvine laughed, eyes sliding across Selphie and Anasha to Rikan. �I won�t. �No, I
promise. I promise! �Yeah, it�s okay. I swear. Bye. I�ll see you there.
Goodbye, Zell.�

�So?� Illo asked, brows lifting.

�Can someone please stop them��
Irvine muttered, hiding his eyes from Selphie and Anasha�s� enthusiasm for one another.

The comment, of course, made Selphie
giggle and plunge her tongue deeper in her lover�s mouth, at which Anasha melted against her, fingers twisting in the yellow
material of Selphie�s still-favouritist
dress. He guessed that reaction wasn�t limited to him, then. Good.

�Break out the crowbar,� Hiro
cried. �So glad the girls are shopping on their own��

�But I�m a girl!� Harada complained. �Come on, you two! Give
it a rest!�

�Anyway,� Selphie said as she
broke away from her lover. �What did Zell say, Irvy?�

�That he�s goin� with Seifer to pick out theirs, �cause
he ain�t got anyone else go with.�

�That�s because he�s a murdering maniac,� Rikan muttered.

�Hey, now. He may be an arse, but he weren�t in control when stuff happened. Don�t
say shit like that,� Irvine said, then blinked when he realised
he�d just defended Seifer. Damn Seifer,
making him defend him� Still it was true, and Irvine knew that Zell wouldn�t like to hear that sort of thing about the gunbladist.

Speaking of gunbladists�

�Squall at eight o�clock��

�You dickhead, Illo, that�s nine
o�clock,� Terry corrected.

�Who cares? He�s coming.�

The Cadets closed rank around Irvine, glaring at Squall, who
ignored them and muscled past Harada then planted his hands on his hips.

�We need to talk,� he said.

�There ain�t nothin� to talk about. It weren�t nothin�, it meant nothin�, �cept for makin�
me understand what I were missin�. Listen, Zell said-�

�You let him dictate to you now?� Squall muttered
disgustedly, running a hand through his hair.

�Actually, he said he was goin� to
kill you if he caught you anywhere near me. Want to test it?� Irvine flipped open his phone.

�Fuck you, Kinneas,� he growled
and Irvine just grinned.

�No. Thanks.�

�Piss off, Squall!� Selphie piped,
and Squall glared at them, but went.

�Really�� Irvine muttered, shaking his head. �Let�s go,
then, before the girls start again��

�Suits, ahoy!� Illo
cried, and marched off, the other men on his tail.

�Well we�ll knock your socks off when you see us!� Selphie called after them.

�It doesn�t matter!� Terry called back. �Two of you are gay!�

- - - - - - -

�It�s like a fucking Christmas elf threw up or exploded� or
both�� Seifer muttered as they stepped into the
ballroom, clad in their suits as commanded by one Selphie
Tilmitt. It was beyond anyone why she had made the
�Belated Christmas New Year Super Bonanza� a black-tie affair, but the SeeDs and cadets had long ago learned it was better not to
argue with her.

Hanging above a table piled high with various Christmas
delights was a massive banner that read Merry Happy Christmas New Year! and tinsel and fake snow was absolutely everywhere. There
were three musically inclined cadets in one corner dressed � obviously under sufferance
� as red-and-green striped Christmas elves while they played Christmas songs.
Two giant trees stood, one at each end of the ballroom, and they were decorated
with candles and silver �Happy New Year!� signs. Selphie
hadn�t forgotten, of course, the mistletoe.

�Now, now. Be nice,� Zell said, reaching up to straighten Seifer�s
tie. The gunbladist�s suit was such a dark burgundy,
it was almost black, and his tie was a few shades lighter. The shirt beneath
was a dark blue. He batted at Zell�s hands.

�Stop fussing,� he muttered.

Zell only grinned. His own suit
was red, and only Zell Rubedo
Dincht could pull off a suit of that colour. He wore a plain white shirt beneath and a blue
bowtie that Seifer had accused of blinding him.
Nevertheless, he looked good, and they both knew it. The fact that he�d
left his bangs free to hang softly around his face and in his sapphire eyes
certainly helped.

The fighter caught site of Squall in a black suit and narrowed
his eyes at the brunet gunbladist. The very fact that
Squall Leonhart existed was now enough to make Zell want to kill him. He had orchestrated the whole
thing just so he could get in Irvine�s pants. Seifer�s
hand against the small of his back calmed him somewhat and they went to find
somewhere to sit down.

�Oh, Hyne, and I thought you were
ridiculously bright�� Seifer said out the side of his
mouth suddenly and Zell glanced up to follow the gunbladist�s gaze.

Rikan stood about three steps in
front of the rest of The Cadets and it was obvious they just didn�t want to be
seen with him. No wonder. His suit was iridescent pink.

�No wonder gays have a bad name� and he�s not even full on
gay�� Zell groaned, and he couldn�t help but laugh.

�Full on gay�?� Seifer questioned
but didn�t get a reply.

�Rikan!
Just go� burry yourself in fake snow or something�� They distinctly heard
Harada�s voice across the ballroom and she pushed Rikan
forward, his suit looking even more iridescent against the pale sky blue of her
elegant gown.

�So was Irvine going for a suit or a dress? I�m confused�� Seifer said snidely, then winced
when Zell hit him under the table.

�He let you have me to go shop for your suit, so be civil,
at least, would you?� the fighter muttered, and Seifer
looked suitably chagrined.

�It�s got to be the pierced nipples�� the gunbladist said under his breath and Zell�s
head whipped around so fast he would swear he heard the air displace with its
passing.

�What?! How do you�?�

�Uh� remember when he broke my nose?�

Zell snickered.

�Shut up. Anyway, he was only in a towel.�

Seifer was surprised to find his
body stirred a little at that memory, and even more surprised when he realised he could picture it very clearly. He snapped out
of it when Zell waved a hand in front of his face.

�Were you imagining my other boyfriend in only a towel�?� Zell wondered.

�Fuck, no,� Seifer lied. �Anyway,
there he is. In a suit.�

It was the perfect way to divert Zell�s
attention and Seifer congratulated himself. Then he
had to grudgingly congratulate Irvine to himself on looking good in the suit he
wore. It was, like Seifer�s, almost dark enough to be
black, but it was purple and, by the looks of it, crush velvet. His tie was
lilac � unbelievably gay, but not like Rikan. It
looked good on the sharpshooter. He hadn�t dispensed with his hat, but had one
that matched the suit. He smiled when he saw Zell.

�I love velvet!� Zell exclaimed.

Damn, Seifer thought. Why
didn�t I think of that? Perfect way to get Zell�s
hands all over him�

Indeed, as Irvine came over and sat down, Zell�s hand reached out and slid up his thigh, fangs
showing in a predatory smirk. It was funny, Seifer
mused, that Zell never
smirked like that at him.

�I love velvet, Baby,� Zell
repeated and Irvine smiled.

�I know,� the sharpshooter replied, glancing
self-consciously at Seifer. �You look great� Both of you.�

Seifer was surprised by that, but
he nodded a little at Irvine. He supposed he ought to try and be somewhat
civil, at least when Zell was sitting right there
between. If it would make Zell happy, he supposed he
could even put up with pansy-boy�

�You look edible,� Zell
replied, licking his lips.

Irvine smiled and barely blushed, which also surprised Seifer. He didn�t seem so annoying anymore� Which was not a good thing to be thinking. He had a
reputation to uphold, dammit!

�Well, I do try,� the sharpshooter murmured. �I need a
drink.� He stood, hand briefly brushing Zell�s
shoulder, and went in search of one.

�When are they going to put on the real music�?� Seifer wondered darkly.

�When all the kiddies have gone to bed,� Zell
replied.

�Off you go, then.�

Zell hit him and Seifer just grinned. He noticed Squall trying to look
obscure and watch Irvine at the same time. The word �obsessed� didn�t even seem
to cover what Squall was anymore. Zell had told him
what had happened between the two of them that made Irvine come back to the
fighter, and Seifer thought it was low, even for
Squall. He certainly wouldn�t have stooped that low. He ignored the fact
that he had, in fact, allowed Zell to cheat on Irvine
with him.

When he next looked up, Squall was at Irvine�s side, a hand
against the small of his back. Irvine looked bored, but not really worried, and
seemed able to handle himself. Surely Squall wouldn�t do anything stupid with Zell only half a room away anyway. He tried to turn his
full attention back to Zell but found his eyes
drifting back to Irvine and Squall. The fourth time, the brunet had pulled
Irvine five steps to one side � under a sprig of mistletoe.

He wouldn�t dare� Seifer thought
� but he did.

Squall�s fingers twisted in the lapels of Irvine�s suit and
drew him closer, into a kiss. Irvine�s own hands came up to the gunbladist�s chest, pushing, but of course he wasn�t as
strong as Squall.

Seifer was out of his chair and striding
through milling party-goers before he even realised
what he was doing. In a heartbeat, he was fisting a hand in the back of
Squall�s jacket and jerking him bodily away.

�You don�t give the fuck up, do you? No
means no!� Seifer growled and shoved Squall
away. He hit one of the tables, sending it crashing to the ground, and ended up
sprawled in squashed party food and spilled punch. People gasped and turned to
see what was going on.

Zell was there, suddenly, staring
at Seifer and Irvine looked much the same. Seifer blinked several times, looking back and forth
between the two of them. Their blue eyes asked the same question his own brain
was asking him; Why did you do that? But
he didn�t have an answer. He groped for one in silence, then
finally muttered;

�What? Like Commander Fancy-Pants is allowed to have his
mouth all over my lover�s lover��

And with that, he stalked back to their table, Irvine and Zell staring after him. Slowly, as a couple of Selphie-helpers came to clean up, the party began to return
to normal.

�He�� Irvine said abortively.

�I know,� Zell replied, running a
hand through his bangs. Then he looked at Irvine and drew him close, touching
his face and his hair. �Are you alright?�

�Yeah. Yeah, I�m fine. It were just a kiss.�

There was a sound as Squall stood from the debris of table
and food and Zell turned to glare at him. It was such
a vicious glare that Squall actually flinched and he slunk out of the ballroom,
probably fearing for his life.

�Woooooow!�
Selphie was saying (squealing) as they returned to Seifer and their table. �That was so awesomely awesome! He
so totally deserved that, and I would have done it, but you know I�m too little
and it never would have worked! Plus, I would have probably ruined my
dress. Isn�t it the most gorgeousest
dress ever of all time? When I saw it, I said �Selphie,�
I said, �This is the most gorgeousest
dress ever of all time and this is the dress you need to wear to the Belated
Christmas New Year Super Bonanza�. Do you know why I said that? I said that
because I knew Anasha would � Oh, wow! Zell, that suit is sooo
cool, and it looks so good on you. You wouldn�t think a red suit could look
good, but on you, it looks good and especially beside Irvine and Seifer in darker colours! It�s
like-�

�Thanks, Selphie,� Zell said with a grin and she beamed and flounced off.

�How do you do that�?� Seifer
muttered, rubbing his temples as though he had a headache. Irvine chuckled as
he sat, drink in hand.

�You have to know the right, like, tone of voice. I swear
it�s like tryin� to gentle a headstrong chocobo. Plus I�m pretty sure she�s already been into the
alcoholic punch.�

Seifer opened his mouth to say
something snide about cowboys and chocobos, but Zell�s sharp look stopped him. Damn Zell
knowing him too well� The fighter�s hand came to his knee under the table and
suddenly, insulting Irvine didn�t seem so important, even if it was pathetic
how everything seemed to come back to chocobos with
him.

Of course, the graciousness didn�t last all night, and he
couldn�t resist asking at some stage; �Does this barman make Cocksucking Cowboys?�

�Zell wouldn�t know,� Irvine
replied, probably courtesy of the five rum-and-cokes he�d put away. �He don�t need one from the bar, �cause he�s already, like, got
one.�

Zell coughed around a mouthful of
his own drink, then burst out laughing while Irvine
looked proud of himself and Seifer stared in shock. Since
when had the cowboy not blushed at something like that?

For his part, Zell was enjoying
himself immensely. For once, his two lovers seemed to be getting on alright, he
was pleasantly tipsy, and Squall was nowhere in sight. They, all three of them,
danced when Seifer�s �real music� came on, Zell always between the other two, or one of them dancing
or chatting with someone else while the other danced with him. It was an
unbelievable night, and they all rang in the new year
together, while Selphie danced on a table.

Then it got hard.

They stood outside the ballroom, all of them a little drunk,
all of them wanting, hands on his shoulder, in his hair, at his arse, on his chest. He shivered and their eyes met above
his head.

�Zell�� they said at the same
time, and he had no idea what to do.

They were both so beautiful and he loved them both so
much and he wanted them both with equal passion. How was he supposed
to choose one, knowing it would hurt the other, and knowing he would miss the
other, even as he lost himself in the chosen one? A night like this was
supposed to end in your lover�s arms, but which lover?

Which lover?!

�I don�t� I� think maybe� Maybe we should all go home to� to
our own places��

It killed him to say it. They both blinked at him, then glanced at each other and Irvine sighed.

�I guess that, like, makes sense�� he said, realising what Zell was doing. It
was better than choosing one over the other. Still, he desperately wanted Zell to make love to him. Ever since their enforced
separation, Irvine had found himself unable to get
enough of his stocky little lover, no matter how many times they slept
together.

Seifer said nothing, only gave a
sharp nod and turned on his heel, striding off. They both knew it was as close
as he would get to acceptance, and Zell was only glad
he hadn�t argued. He turned back to Irvine and pulled him close, pressing a
gentle kiss to his beautiful lips.

�I�m sorry, Baby� I can�t-�

�It�s alright. I understand. I�ll see you tomorrow�� Irvine
murmured, running his fingers gently through Zell�s
hair before he turned and headed for his room.

Zell fled back to his room,
stripped down to his boxers and proceeded to beat his punching bag senseless,
then beat it some more. He had failed as a lover, to both of them. They�d gone
home unsatisfied, needing him, loving him, wanting him and completely
unfulfilled. He was supposed to be there for them, take care of them, let them take care of him�

Instead, they were alone, and he was alone. It was New
Years, Hynedammit! No one should be alone on New
Years.

His punching bag suffered for the rest of the night.

- - - - - - -

The red light on his answering machine was blinking when he
got in, and Irvine frowned at it, wondering who the hell could have left a
message. Everyone who might be calling him had been at the party. He rewound
the message and went to change while it played.

Hi. You�ve reached the living sex god Irvine Kinneas. Leave a message, unless you want him, in which
case, don�t, because I already got him! Ha!

Irvine stared, wide-eyed at his machine. When the hell had Zell put that message on it?! Damn him. He chuckled,
then fell silent as the caller�s voice came through.

Next time, we decide before the party.

That was it, but it was enough. There was no mistaking Seifer Almasy�s voice, and there
was no question as what he was talking about. Irvine stood still where he was
as the answering machine reset itself, eyes a little faraway. He would agree
with that, but only if it was what Zell wanted to do.

The fighter had been effectively dividing his time between
his lovers, and not once had Irvine smelled or tasted Seifer
on Zell�s skin, though he knew they were sleeping
together. He assumed it was the same for Seifer �
that Zell never let either of them sense any trace of
the other. It hadn�t been a problem until tonight. Not for him anyway.

That�s a lie, and you, like, know it.

Okay, so maybe it was a bit of a problem. But he didn�t feel
at all neglected.

Until tonight.

And he knew it wasn�t fair to feel that way. Zell had made the right choice by making no choice.
One of them would have been hurt if the fighter had chosen one of them � he
knew he would have hated to know Seifer had been
chosen over him, and that he and Zell were making
love while he was alone.

But Seifer was right. Next time,
they would have to decide before the party.
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