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Kitty: -squeals- Yay! I love this
chapter! XD It was le fun to write.

Eoko: Yep, I remember you
nattering on about it while you were working on this one.

Kitty: I was working on it about four chapters before it was
time to write it. -giggles-

Eoko: But really, once you read
it, you won't be able to blame her.

Kitty: It is good, even if I do say so myself.

Eoko: So off with you! Go read!

Kitty: Reading is good! Enjoy it, while I melt in ridiculous
temperatures. T_T

Chapter, the
Fifty-Fifth: In Which Zell Must Be Dreaming�

Dinner with Zell and Irvine
had been odd to say the least, but not unenjoyable. Since
then, though, the fighter had been busy with lots of little things. Paperwork
and a couple of promising hand-to-hand cadets who Squall had sent Quistis to ask him to train. The brunet gunbladist
was � wisely � still steering clear of the blond fighter.

It had been two weeks since either he or Irvine had any
substantial time with Zell, but tonight, he was to
have the fighter to himself until the following morning. Irvine was on a
two-day mission. It was, suffice it to say, with a spring in his step that the gunbladist proceeded down the
halls to his lover�s room. The prospect of making love to him, then waking up
with him was a beautiful one.

He didn�t knock, he just stepped
straight inside and looked around for Zell. What he�d
walked in on suddenly tipped that memorable vision of Zell touching himself into second place on whatever list it
was part of.

He�d not deny entertaining thoughts on just how pretty
Irvine was (when he wasn�t moving, touching Zell, or
breathing in general) but never before had he considered how Hyne damned fucking gorgeous the sharpshooter was.

He lay on his back on the bed, skin contrasting delightfully
with the dark silk sheets. A fine sweat damped his skin from head to foot and
shone in the half-light provided by a lamp or two. He was bound like an
offering, wrists encircled by a silk scarf that matched the sheets and was tied
to the head of the bed. Another ran between his lips and teeth and he panted
softly around it, making low whimpering sounds through it every so often at the
stroke of Zell�s hand around his arousal. The fighter
knelt beside him, a sly smirk showing his fangs.

Seifer licked his lips, then
suddenly shook himself out of it and turned to leave. He literally walked into
the door when it didn�t automatically open, cursed and tried hitting the manual
override. Still, the door remained stubbornly closed and Irvine cried out at
something, his panting audible through the scarf and the smell of sex easily
discernable. The gunbladist punched in Zell�s code, but got a red light back.

Access denied.

�I changed it,� Zell told him and
he twitched, then pressed his forehead against the
door, trying not to react. Irvine moaned through the silk again and Seifer tried punching in a random string of numbers.

Access denied.

�Let me out,� he growled.

�No. Turn around.�

�I don�t want to watch this,� he sneered, trying
again.

Access denied.

�I don�t expect you to. You�re here to take part� C�mon.
Just look at him� Isn�t he the most beautiful thing you�ve ever seen�?�

He�d never been able to deny Zell
when he sounded like that. He turned and swallowed when his gaze picked up the
scene again. Zell pressed a finger to the tip of
Irvine�s arousal and wriggled it. The sharpshooter�s hips lifted and he gave a
shaking moan, turning his face aside and mouthing at the gag. A blush pinked
his cheeks and he wouldn�t look at Seifer.
Apparently, the gunbladist�s participation was news
to him as well.

Seifer�s fingers worked against
the metal door and he pressed towards it like a lifeline. Zell
knew him too well, knew what he liked, what made his blood hot and Irvine,
bound, gagged and � fuck! � just beautiful was
it.

With Zell, it was almost always a
mock fight, even though they both knew he would eventually give in. He was pure
muscle. Hard. Strong. Fiery. Under Irvine�s skin, muscle did flex, but it
wasn�t so prominent. He was built long, elegant, the absolute perfection of
submissive. He pressed buttons the fighter didn�t even come close to touching.

Seifer knew, then, he wanted
Irvine Kinneas. And what Seifer
Almasy wanted, Seifer Almasy got. He took a hesitant few steps closer and there
was a soft clink as his boot brushed past a well-worn black leather belt
adorned with a buckle that bore a leaping, kicking chocobo
� obviously Irvine�s. He ignored it and answered the thrill in his blood at the
tiny sounds Irvine was making through the silk.

Zell slipped off the bed � to the
sharpshooter�s vocal displeasure � and went to Seifer,
aware of the two stunning pairs of eyes that tracked his every movement. His
belly fluttered with nerves and he was praying harder than he�d ever prayed
before� It seemed to be working.

Seifer half-closed his eyes and
ducked his head to breathe in the scent of Zell�s
hair when the fighter came close and began undoing his belt. It was gone in
moments, followed by his pants and boxers and he kicked off boots and socks,
then the garments pooled around his ankles. Zell went
for the gunbladist�s gloves, then, but fumbled when Seifer kissed him, gentle and passionate. He returned it
gladly, but soon went back to his work, Seifer�s
gloves going one after the other. A strong hand wrapped around Seifer�s length and began to stroke, drawing a groan. A
muffled moan from the bed answered and Zell smiled
slightly, his free hand nimbly undoing and pushing off Seifer�s
vest to leave him as naked as the other two.

Seifer�s focus shifted, jade eyes
tracing the lines of Irvine�s form and he licked his lips, then
groaned again as Zell twisted a little.

�He�s waiting for you�� the fighter whispered. �Be gentle.�

Gentle�? Seifer thought as
he left Zell and went to kneel on the bed. Irvine�s
gaze met his with a mixture of fear and excitement How
could I be anything else with this� How could I have been�? He ran a
hand down the center of the sharpshooter�s body. He twitched.

Irvine�s breath kept catching in the back of his throat, and
despite his brain�s insistence that he really didn�t want Seifer touching him, his body said otherwise. The
submissive reactions that Zell had trained so well in
him responded just as eagerly to the gunbladist as
they did to the fighter.

He was human and he was young and used, now, to welcoming
the pleasures of a man�s touch. When Seifer�s fingers
wrapped around his length, he tried to bite back any sound he might make, but a
strangled whine broke through and he looked embarrassedly away, a flush coming
to his cheeks. He swallowed and his hands fisted and released three times where
they were bound.

�No, Irvine�� Zell whispered and Seifer glanced up as Irvine�s eyes caught the fighter�s.
His hands moved again, three times. �Let it happen, Baby�� the fighter said in
reply, voice almost desperate.

It�s like a safety word� Seifer
realised. His jaw clenched.

�I won�t force him,� he grated and reached up to free the
sharpshooter�s wrists. �I�d never force anyone. You know that.�

�I know that,� Zell affirmed in a
whisper, a smile tugging at his lips as the gunbladist�s
hands went one to untie the silk binding Irvine�s mouth, the other into his
hair for gentle, soothing strokes.

Zell closed his eyes, and thanked Selphie.

They need to see what you see. Seifer
needs to understand how beautiful, how willing to please and how gorgeous
Irvine is. Irvine needs to see Seifer isn�t really
the arsehole he makes out. They need to realise they can stand each other and more� They can
please each other, just like they please you. You have to force them to
show their better sides to each other and the rest, I think, will follow.
Here�s what I think you oughtta do�

He smiled a little, and quietly stood.

Irvine slipped a hand around the back of Seifer�s
neck and the gunbladist�s hands stilled in his hair
and at his waist. The sharpshooter gave him a smile that teetered between sweet
and seductive and it was he who initiated the kiss, mouth opening in silent
begging beneath Seifer�s. The gunbladist
gladly responded, tongue speaking dominance within Irvine�s mouth and the
sharpshooter submitted in a way that made him growl approvingly.

The door pinged softly and they both looked up to see Zell in his shorts, tip-toeing out.

�Zell,� they said together,
drawing matching grins. He turned, plainly not having meant them to hear his
exit.

�Shut the door,� Irvine said.

�And get your arse back here,� Seifer added, feeling Irvine�s long fingers curl around his
bicep.

Zell shook his head, hands
clenched around his clothes.

�This is for you,� he said. �The two of
you.�

Irvine glanced at Seifer, then
back to Zell.

�Well, the two of us want you right here with us, Darlin�,� he said.

�Your accent�s actually pretty damn sexy when you�re like
this, Cowboy�� Seifer said suddenly and Zell snorted softly while a slight blush pinked Irvine�s
cheeks.

�I�ve been told that before,� he said lowly.

Seifer chuckled, then looked at Zell still standing
by the door.

�A Junior Classmen just walked by,� he said, and the fighter
jumped to shut the door, eyes going wide.

Irvine laughed softly beneath him and it was a low, throaty
sound that made his skin tingle.

�Anyway,� the sharpshooter said lightly, eyes dropping to
the front of Zell�s shorts. �Think either of us�d be so cruel as to make you leave like that�?�

�Well, I� was going to take care of that��

�I�ve seen that before,� Seifer
put in nonchalantly and Irvine gave a bark of laughter.

�So I heard,� he said, then murmured softly, as though
afraid of suggesting it; �You could always stay here and take care of it� while
Seifer�� He trailed off, swallowing.

�I think there�s an exhibitionist in your delicate little
lover, Chicken��

Zell could only stare and he sat
down with a thud, biting his lip.

�I ain�t delicate or
little, Almasy!�

Seifer dropped his eyes pointedly
to between Irvine�s legs.

�I see you�re not little, Cowboy.�

�And don�t you forget it,� was the breathless reply, then he
gave a low cry as Seifer�s mouth wrapped around his
length, lips teasing at the tip before he took him deep.

The sound ignited the most basic and primal feelings of lust
and want within Seifer and the way the sharpshooter
squirmed stoked them. The fingers of one hand came into Seifer�s
hair and Irvine cried out again.

A hand moved of its own accord to stroke and pluck at the
pierced nipples, which he hadn�t forgotten since the day he�d seen Irvine only
in a towel.

The sharpshooter really was made to be underneath another
man�

�I get what Zell likes so much
about you�� he murmured, breath wafting over damp
arousal and making Irvine twitch. He dragged his lower lip in a hot sigh back
up the lean body to the softly panting lips.

�My ability to ride�� was the husky reply, inhibitions
totally out the window.

Seifer chuckled and heard Zell moan lowly. His shorts were off again.

�Aside from that,� Seifer
chuckled. �Sensitivity. Responsiveness.
The way you react.�

�Yes,� Zell said from the
sidelines.

Irvine just made an agreeable sound, but Seifer
had a feeling he would have done the same if they�d said Funguars
could fly and were mounting an aerial attack on Garden. He was so there, so
completely (1) involved that nothing else seemed to matter to him. It was just
beautiful.

He grew suddenly impatient with Seifer�s
idleness and wormed a hand between them to stroke the gunbladist,
making his hips buck and a short groan break free of him. The sharpshoter�s smirk was a thing of R-rated fantasies.

�Eager?� Seifer wondered
haltingly, shuddering.

�You talk too much,� was the reply, along with a knowing
squeeze. Seifer�s hips bucked again and he growled,
eliciting a shiver from his companion. He grabbed the slender wrist and guided
Irvine�s hand back up to rest on the pillows. He stroked the sharpshooter�s
long thighs, watching him shift and sigh, then opened his mouth to speak, but
Irvine beat him to it.

�Second drawer.�

Seifer cocked a brow and gave his
trademark smirk, then reached for the drawer and its contents. There were
several different tubes.

�Quite a stash,� he commented dryly as he uncapped one and
liberally coated his fingers.

�Zell gets bored easy� Ah!� The
short cry came as Seifer eased a finger within him,
covering the indignant snort from Zell�s direction at
the comment.

The sharpshooter�s eyes squeezed shut and his lips peeled
back briefly from his teeth in a hiss of pleasure before they parted for a low
moan at the addition of a second finger. One hand clung to the back of Seifer�s neck, the other twisted in silk sheets.

He squirmed.

�Damn�� Seifer breathed, watching
him.

�I know,� Zell murmured back, his
voice slightly strained.

When Seifer took his hand away,
Irvine whined, clinging more tightly to him, and he chuckled.

�Soon, Sweetheart. Soon.�

�P-lease� Seifer�� he begged
softly while the gunbladist coated his arousal,
making it difficult to think about anything but having him.

�Shh� Irvine� Shh��

�He never does,� Zell put in,
swallowing audibly.

Seifer adjusted his weight and
slipped his hands gently around Irvine�s hips, afraid of hurting him, but
desperate to take him. He positioned himself, made a low sound of warning, then carefully entered the sharpshooter, who gave a soft, pleased
cry. There was no indication of any pain, and when those long legs wrapped
eagerly around his waist, Seifer groaned. So did Zell.

Fingers stroked down his spine and buried themselves in his
hair, silent encouragement and reassurance. Irvine made a needy sound, and Seifer began a deep, hard rhythm, to which the sharpshooter
responded beautifully, lifting his hips and licking at the gunbladist�s
shoulder and neck.

�Oh, Seifer�� It was hot against
his ear and sent a shiver coursing down his spine. His pace quickened a little
and Irvine�s breath caught, then came harsher, harder, peppered with moans and
tiny cries.

�Hyne�� Seifer
managed, hand fisting in the pillows beside Irvine�s head.

Vaguely, he heard a soft moan from Zell�s
direction, but he paid it no attention, too intent on Irvine�s pleasure, and
his own. The sharpshooter�s hands seemed to be everywhere at once, touching
him, encouraging him, pleading with him, and he was helpless to do anything but
obey them. Eventually, his own hand found its way to Irvine�s length.

He cried out, back arching, and the sounds he made became
more desperate. Seifer lost all fear of hurting him,
and stopped holding back. His hand stroked a counterpoint to the rhythmic
thrust of his hips, and Irvine�s voice sang to him in a melody of moans and
cries.

Seifer bent and captured the
sharpshooter�s lips for a deep, hard kiss, and Irvine returned it, though it
lacked a little finesse. The gunbladist felt him
tense, his long body arching and pressing closer. His hands dropped to the sheets,
clutching there, and he threw his head back, giving a long, low moan of Seifer�s name with his release. It was all Seifer himself needed to push him over the edge, and he bit
Irvine�s shoulder as he released himself.

Irvine was panting beneath him when he became aware again,
and Zell was moaning. He lifted his head from the
sharpshooter�s shoulder and glanced over to where the fighter sat. Irvine
shifted beneath him and he carefully moved off, watching a slow smile curve the
other man�s lips.

�C�mere, Zell��
Irvine said, and Seifer blinked.

Zell tossed his head a little,
flicking sweat-soaked bangs from sapphire eyes and his tongue showed briefly
between his teeth. He uncurled his hand with a low, desperate groan and
Irvine�s smile widened as he came to the bed and climbed on. The sharpshooter
made him lay on his back between them and before Seifer
could even think of it, Irvine�s mouth was wrapped around his lover�s needy
length. Zell cried out and tossed his head to the
side.

Not to be outdone, Seifer ducked
his head as well, and when Irvine lifted his head to tease at the tip, he
filled the gap, tongue snaking out around and along the base.

�Oh dear, sweet Hyne
in Heaven!� Zell cried desperately, his
fingers twisting in the sheets. Never had he imagined this could happen. Never. Seifer growled warningly
when Irvine tried to take his entire length again and the sharpshooter�s
chuckle vibrated down Zell�s length. Then both their
tongues were working and the fighter could only pant and whimper.

Seifer paused in brief surprise
when Irvine�s hand found his, but their fingers laced so easily together and he
soon found a pattern again, listening to the escalating sounds of Zell�s moans. He was already a long way gone, and it didn�t
take them long to finish him off. He released with a wordless cry, and Seifer couldn�t believe the look of satisfied
seduction on Irvine�s face when he sat back, licking his lips.

Zell groped blindly for them,
catching a lock of Irvine�s hair and Seifer�s arm and
tugging until they got the hint and laid down beside
him. He kissed Seifer, then Irvine, then breathed
softly; �I love you so much��

Irvine gave a slow blink, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

�I love you,� he said against the fighter�s ear.

Seifer glanced at Irvine, then
back to Zell�s happy face and curled an arm over the
broad chest in the same moment as Irvine slung a leg over both their waists. It
actually felt kinda good�

�So do I, Zell��
he murmured.

Irvine tucked his head down against Zell�s
shoulder and he was the first to drift off to sleep. The fighter lay awake,
stroking his auburn hair and he knew Seifer wasn�t
asleep yet.

�You�re a devious little thing,� the gunbladist
said after a long, peaceful moment.

�It wasn�t even my idea,� Zell
said truthfully, a grin curving his lips.

�Selphie,� Seifer
realised, then rolled his
eyes. �I hope she hasn�t set up cameras��

Irvine shifted a little and Seifer
stroked a hand along his thigh, evoking a gentle sigh. The gunbladist
couldn�t help but smile softly.

�So?�

�So what?� Seifer
replied.

�What did you think?�

Seifer snorted and took his hand
away, stroking it, instead, along Zell�s body.

�He isn�t always so annoying and pansy-like.�

Zell arched a brow.

�That�s all you can say?�

�Yep.�

The fighter rolled his eyes and gave a soft laugh, shaking
his head.

�You�re incorrigible, Seifer.�

�Zell� don�t use big words after
sex� Go to sleep.�

�Yes, sir. Hey! I outrank you.�

�Shut up.�

Seifer closed his eyes pointedly
and his breathing soon evened out into the rhythm of sleep.

Zell still didn�t sleep for a
while, only lay there grinning stupidly, listening to the combined breathing of
his lovers. It may not be everything, but it was a start. It was a start.

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1. I wrote a lot of this chapter by hand, because it was
when I was on holiday. When I wrote this part, I wrote �completefully�,
which highly amused me. Heh.
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