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Magic of Valentine	By : Zierra Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 664 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seifer wandered down the hallways alone after Quistis had left him to �repair� herself, as she had put it, before she returned to the party. Seifer translated it to going to her room and bawling for a few minutes. Seifer didn�t need to freshen up, or shed some tears, but he wasn�t feeling in the mood for a party right now either so he took a swing past Zell�s room.

As he approached the blond fighter�s door, he vowed never to drink that much in such a short time, or get involved in Selphie�s and Quistis� plans ever again. It was bad enough to know that he�d be nauseous come morning, but feeling bad for Chicken Wuss? No, he had to draw the line somewhere.

He half expected to run into Selphie at Zell�s door, even after her outlet and declaration of early retirement, but once he stopped in front of it, he was alone.

That was good, he figured, then there wouldn�t be anyone there to recite the words back at him.

He knocked on the door, trying to make it sound gentle, even though it required quite a bit of effort to make it audible on the other side. � Zell?� he called and silently added �Chicken� so he wouldn�t feel quite so pathetic.

�Are you in there?�

He waited a full five seconds before knocking again, more forcefully this time. �Hey, open up, Chickie!�

Still nothing.

�Suppose that means you�re not in there.� He sighed and sat down with his back against the door. He had come to say something and he wouldn�t leave until it was said, even if Zell wasn�t listening. �But it doesn�t matter, I�ll say it anyway.�

Double pathetic.

�This wasn�t my idea. Not completely anyway, but I think you know that. I usually don�t involve myself with Squall unless I have to but those girls can really be convincing. Should�ve listened to Irvine� Regardless of which, this wasn�t the outcome we where hoping for, obviously. It�s just that you and that�.� Seifer chuckled mirthlessly. �I mean, you and Squall have always had this thing, you know, where he lets you off saying things that the rest of us would get a glare and the silent treatment for. And although puberty boy�s never been much for favouritism, I think he�s making an exception in your case. Common sense and Garden regulations, be damned.�

He banged his head against the steel door a few times, to shake things loose and clear it up a little.

�I guess that what I�m trying to say is that I just want you guys to be happy.� He snorted and grinned widely.

Congratulations Seifer, you just made an ass of yourself! If I ever catch you pulling stupid stunts like this one again, I�ll fucking kill you. I mean, come on! What kind of sappy fuck are you, sitting here wishing luck and prosperity on everyone? Get your ass up off the floor and get back to your room. You better pray that you don�t remember this in the morning!

So deep into his self-scolding, Seifer didn�t notice how the security camera turned to fix on him.

��

Zell pulled away from Squall where he was straddling him in his office-chair, nibbling at his kiss-bruised lips and smirked. With a tentative hand, he reached out and let his fingers weave through Squall�s hair. Being in his living room had been one thing, but making out it Squall�s office was entirely different.

Frickin� awesome, but different.

�What?� Squall asked softly, leaning into the touch like a cat.

�Nothing, just looking at you.�

Squall batted his hand away and adopted an obviously fake stern look. �Don�t. It feels weird and it�s such a cliché.�

With a smile, Zell planted a kiss on his boyfriend�s forehead.

�How long are you planning on keeping me hostage in here?�

The brunette looked up and that vacant, familiar expression returned. �There�s nothing stopping you from leaving�, he said, voice taking on a terse edge and Zell couldn�t help but chuckle and caressed Squall�s cheek with his knuckles.

�You know there is.�

Their eyes locked and to Zell�s pleasant surprise, Squall didn�t avert his eyes right away. The Commander had always had issues with eye contact, unless he was pissed and Zell found himself blushing and looking away.

Hyne, everything is so different about him now! I can�t believe this person exists inside Squall. I mean, in the years we�ve known him, shouldn�t we have seen at least seen a glimpse of him? Well, we kinda did on that Halloween-party, but then I wasn�t dating him. Gods, is that what we�re doing? We haven�t talked about this at all, but I keep referring to him as my boyfriend, and that�s like the same thing, right? Have his eyes always been that clear and intense before? If you don�t count that time with the ice hole� no, never seen it. And what the hell is Seifer doing, camping outside my dorm?

�Hey�, Zell exclaimed and stood up, walking over to the TV-monitors. �That�s my hallway, right?�

Squall threw a quick glance over his shoulder to get a look at the monitor that Zell was looking at.

�Yes.� He eyes Zell warily. �But I didn�t put them there, security did�.�

Zell shushed him with a gesture, but not before giving him a glare. �That�s not what I meant.�

The image changed to another hallway, this one empty.

�Wait! How do you make it go back? Squall!�

The brunette was by his side, pushing a few buttons. Seifer returned, sitting sprawled on the floor, obviously talking to himself.

�He�s probably drunk.�

�Probably. Can you get sound?�

Squall looked at him sceptically. �Zell.� He warned as his finger hovered over the audio-button. Seifer was never one for kind words and his vocabulary underwent a remarkable transformation from lucid and articulate to guttural and foul whenever he had been drinking a lot.

�Come on, Squall. Please?�

Being grazed with naturally clear blue eyes, Zell never had to put in an effort to get that pleading look in his eyes. His mother had once told him that his eyes was the reason she decided to take him from the orphanage as it was the excuse that she almost chose someone else. That someone else had turned out to be Seifer but Zell had made pact with his mother to never mention that little fact to the blond gunblader.

He smiled as Squall voiced a curse breathlessly and soon static was streaming out of the speakers. Seifer�s voice was heard under the noise:

�� to be happy.�

He silenced and they heard something that was either sobs or chuckles.

�Yeah, now I know you�re not in there, coz that would have had you howling with laughter. Well, like I said, it doesn�t matter.�

There was a pause and the buzz that followed seemed almost deafening. Zell was wondering what the hell Seifer was up to, talking like that if he knew no one was listening.

�So I guess I�m trying to say that I�m sorry.� Both Zell and Squall gasped at that revelation. �For all this shit and that you guys should really figure this out. You�re, you know, good together or whatever.�

The heavy sigh that followed was heard over the static.

�He�s crazy�, Squall voiced aloud, staring utterly perplexed at the small TV-Seifer. �Completely mental.�

Zell resisted the urge to smack Squall over the head. He doubted the brunette had ever had a conversation with an unwilling and/or unresponsive partner, unlike the rest of them who had plenty of experience.

�Anyway�, Seifer continued. �I should go back to the party, they might have refilled the punchbowl. Yeah, and Chickie? Don�t be so hard on the girls, they really only wanted you guys together. Be extra careful with Selphie. You can expect a long time of repentance from her in the future.�

Seifer got to his feet, surprisingly nimble and headed down the hallway, away from the camera. He was muttering something to himself but just before he disappeared from view, he straightened himself and stretched his neck. Whatever phase Seifer had gone through, it was over now.

Squall and Zell stood silent for a moment, staring at the screen.

�That was�.interesting�, Squall stated calmly and turned to Zell to gauge his reaction. �What do you make of it?�

Zell was slowly shaking his head. �This whole damn place is under a spell�, he whispered and when he turned to Squall his eyes wasn�t pleading, or adoring or even respectful.

They were demanding.

�I�m gonna go talk to my friends, whatever you say.�

�Even Seifer?�

�Especially Seifer. You coming or not?�

��

Selphie came up from underneath her covers, eyes red and swollen. She wasn�t sure how long she�d been lying there in bed, but it felt like a long time. A glance at the time showed her that only thirty minutes had passed since she stormed into her room and snuggled in under her blankets, crying. She let out a resigned sigh and climbed out of bed. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and could help but laugh helplessly. Her hair was a mess, her make-up smeared and her face puffy. The dress that she had spent weeks upon weeks on making was wrinkled and in post-desperation clarity, she even noticed a little smudge of chocolate on the skirt.

She took a brush from her vanity and roughly pulled it through her hair, pulling it back in a simple ponytail before she cleaned her face of her poor Picasso-imitation. Quickly redressing in loose jeans and a gigantic hooded sweatshirt that belonged to Irvine, she went to find some ice cream in her freezer.

She only managed lay a hand on the handle when there was a knock on the door. She didn�t feel like company, but it could be Zell and the least she owed him now was listening to him.

It wasn�t Zell.

�Irvine!�

She practically threw herself around his neck, tears welling up in her eyes again. She knew she was being overly emotional, but that was her thing. As easy as she could offer a smile, as easily she could shed a tear and right now, emotions was running high and low and left as right and she didn�t know what to do with herself.

�Hey, there�, she heard him say, strong arms wound around her waist, holding her up.

�I�m so sorry�, she whimpered, breathing in heavily of his musky scent. It was fierce and masculine, just like him.

He put her down, lightly prying her off him and grabbed her chin to make her look at him.

�As you should be. I don�t know how Seifer do it, but Raijin and Fuujin are not to be messed with.�

She smiled between her tears, as Irvine gently wiped them away. �We should have listened to you.�

�Yeah, and in in the future you might. But no harm, no foul, right?�

She frowned and sniffled.

�Didn�t Seifer tell you? We totally failed! Zell hates us now and� and��

Irvine raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised. �It didn�t work? Then why was Zell and Squall� ? You know what, never mind. Look, it�s Valentine�s Day and I think that we�ve spent enough of it apart. Let�s go check out the Quad. I never got the chance to see it.�

�But�� The smile on Irvine�s face and the gleam in his eye had Selphie relenting. �I�m not dressed properly.�

Irvine stepped back to look her over.

�Breast and butt covered, I say you are properly dressed.�

She laughed and smacked him over the arm. Well, what did it matter anyway? By now everyone would be so caught up with each other that no one would think twice of her change of wardrobe and her lack of surgically applied facial paint.

�Alright, let�s go.�

�And sweetie, don�t worry about it, ok? Zell can�t be mad at you, you know that. You guys are as thick as thieves and I doubt anything, not even me could come between you.�

Her lower lip was still pouting, but Irvine gave her a quick kiss and then that was gone too.

�Now come on, I need to go dancing. I�ve been literally tied up all day.�

�Was it very awful?�

�After they stopped force-feeding me Jell-O, things got rather entertaining, actually. Fuu is really good at charades, I suppose she kinda has to be, and Raijin, besides being a big buffoon, can really throw his voice.�

��

Squall peeked around the corner, holding Zell back and out of view. Their unplanned run in with Irvine had been unfortunate, since anything involving Selphie always included the sharpshooter, but he hadn�t said anything and only eyed them suspiciously, because they eyed him suspiciously first.

�I don�t think he knew anything, Squall. Stop being paranoid.�

�What? I�m always paranoid. I�m usually better at hiding it, though.�

Zell chuckled behind him and pushed him out into the hallway. �Come on, let�s go. We know Seifer went to the Quad, we talk to him first, get the details out and then we� I talk to Selphie.�

Squall frowned and looked at the blond over his shoulder.

�I can�t come?�

�Listen, Squall. I know she owes you an apology too, but let me talk to her alone first, alright?�

Squall sulked for a minute, figuring it was his right to be there, but Zell had a point. The fighter had always been close to Selphie and the brunette figured he might not be all that� angry with her either. In fact, she had done him an enormous favour and maybe she shouldn�t so much apologize as he should thank her.

Well, he could do that after she apologized.

�Happy Valentine�s Day, by the way�, Zell said suddenly. �With all that�s happened, I�ve kinda forgotten��

Squall couldn�t deny himself the smile. Hyne, but Zell could be so adorable!

He turned and pulled him in for a kiss before he caught himself being in a public place and where underage kids with an unprecedented curiosity would run amuck in the hallways for the smallest sound. Zell seemed to be thinking along the same line, but it was with an ill concealed smile that he continued towards the Quad. Squall scolded his unchecked hormones all the while getting an eyeful of Zell�s ass. After a few more minutes of wanton staring, Squall sighed and jogged to in step with the blond.

Being in lust was seriously damaging to his reputation.

The Quad looked surprisingly good, even Squall could admit that. The heart-shaped balloons, lavender-scented candles and the chocolate-covered strawberries may not be his favourite things to decorate with, but they worked for a setting like this.

To his shame, he realized how unromantic he was. Not that he�d dated much anyway, but thinking on it now showed him how little he knew of how to woo and court anyone. Asking Irvine could�ve been one solution, if he hadn�t thought the mere question would give the cowboy a heart attack, but he wasn�t all that certain that wooing a girl was anything like wooing Zell. Although, the sharpshooter had managed to keep Selphie in one place long enough to manage it.

Squall straightened, suddenly self-conscious, as two instructors walked past him with curt smiles. He had to remind himself all the time that this wasn�t his kind of thing and that he was supposed to look stoic. It proved really heard when he kept wanting to dance.

He still shuddered at the memory of his last dance. It wasn�t all entirely bad, he did remember enjoying himself quite a lot, but that tended to be overshadowed by the embarrassment of his outfit. Seriously, he should have gotten a lobotomy for that!

Thankfully, Zell pulled him out of his thoughts by none too gently tugging at his arm. �I see Seifer over there, come on.�

The brunette refrained from commenting that it was the first time he had ever seen the fighter eager to see Seifer and simply followed behind, without a second thought as to how it might look from a distance, his wrist in a tight grip from Zell�s hand.

The tall blond stood swaying dangerously close to a flight of stairs, a large cup of shocking pink punch in his hand, swaying off-beat to the music.

�I thought Quistis said he could dance.� Squall stated aloud over the music. Zell only smiled and kept pulling him along, still without protest.

TBC
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