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Handcuffs and Sodomy	By : Tenshiaka Category: Final Fantasy VIII > General Views: 696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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                                   Handcuffs and Sodomy

        Lean muscle stretched and lengthened under a white tee-shirt.  A trickle of sweat made it�s way down Zell�s intense features as he held stance ready for yet another series of kicks and punches.  He had been training for over an hour his body shaking lightly from the strain.  Those words would just not go away though, and he made a swift upper

cut to the imaginary Seifer standing at his front.

        �God damn it!  Why did Seifer have to be such an asshole?�  Zell swore bringing his body down into a crouch.  He had been practicing so long that his stomach began to ache.  Or maybe it was the fact that he was still more than enraged at Seifer.  For the moment Zell couldn�t tell nor did he want too.  He simply wanted those cruel words and

Seifer�s grating voice to go away.  It was bad enough that he got harassed on  a  regular basis but now Seifer knew�

        �Fuck!�  Zell threw his fist into the wall leaving a dent in the metal that made up Balamb Garden�s training sector.  �Maybe Seifer was right,� he thought to himself as he made his way up the long hallway and into the center of the fortress.  It was late in the

afternoon and there weren�t exactly a lot of people to hear him as he mumbled his way angrily towards the elevator.

        Zell�s mind began replaying the scene from earlier that day.  It had started in the

cafeteria and everybody had heard the commotion.  He had been upset about not being able to get a hot dog for lunch that day.  It always seemed that he was just a little too late and he could never get anyone to save one for him.  It really wasn�t that big of a deal in fact Zell�s mood was pretty up beat until Seifer had to make his presence known.

        �What the hell are you staring at Chicken-wuss?�  Seifer�s favorite nick name for Zell rang throughout the cafeteria.  The outburst from his mortal enemy had caught his attention away from what he had actually been looking at.  Squall stood in the door way,

his Head master�s uniform perfectly pressed and a scowl etched on his smooth, petal like lips.

        Seifer turned to follow Zell�s gaze and a devilish smile spread across his face.  �Ah�I see.� His voice was tinged with a silver-edged malice.

        Zell gritted his teeth as his eyes slowly fell from Squall�s beautiful face.  His fists clenched into tight balls at his sides.  He could feel light perspiration on his brow.

        Seifer took one long stride to Zell�s side.  �You know you�ve sure got a lot of guts looking at him that way in public kid.�  One of Seifer�s strong arms slide around Zell�s smaller shoulders.  �Why don�t you go ask pretty boy for a date?�  With a firm push he launched Zell towards Squall knocking him off balance.  His knee hit the freshly polished marble floor making his reflection show him the temper he worked so hard at controlling all the time.

        �Fuck you Seifer!�  Zell was back on his feet with the lighting speed all his martial arts training had given him.  If it hadn�t been for Squall�s interfering Zell would have beaten Seifer to a bloody pulp but he never got the first swing out.  His right arm was caught in Squall�s fist. Zell looked on in quiet shock for a moment.  It was so unlike Squall to get physically involved.

        Squall�s angry voice boomed through the room commanding the silence of everyone present.  �Seifer in my office now!  And Zell I want to see you in an hour!�  He crossed his arms tight over his chest wrinkling the long coat of his uniform.

        �Hmmm�well too bad kid, looks like it�ll be seconds for you.�  Seifer made a mock gesture of sympathy by putting his hand on Zell�s shoulder.  He leaned closer his voice breathy in Zell�s ear.  �I guess he just wants a real man.�  Seifer winked.  �You know maybe you should stand up for yourself once in a while, Chicken-wuss. �

        Zell�s muscles tensed and every fiber of his being sparked with hatred for the older man.  �I despise him.�  Zell thought, the rage boiling up inside him.

        �Seifer Now!�  Squall had turned and was walking out of the dining hall.  Seifer laughed, a low and wicked laugh then pushed past Zell.

        His breathing came long and heavy.  Zell could feel the other students eye�s upon him and it made him all the angrier.  That�s when he had left to go practice and that�s when the real rage started building.

        The elevator moaned slightly as it took it�s rider to the top floor and the Head master�s office.  Ever since Cid had resigned Zell hadn�t seen the inside of that room.  He had no idea what Squall had done with it and tried convincing himself that he really didn�t care.  The past few months had been hard.  Squall hardly ever talked with anyone anymore and he always was in his office with his nosed buried in his paper work.  Hell even Seifer complained a little about Squall�s new more withdrawn attitude.  Not that he was ever a social butterfly to begin with.

        Zell tapped his foot impatiently to some unknown beat.  �What the hell was taking so long anyway?�  He began to pace the small circular space glancing now and then out the glass and onto the lower floors of Garden.  �Squall was going to be pissed and he was already late.� The elevator ride seemed to drag on forever and it wasn�t helping Zell�s mood any either.

        �Ding.�  The polished chrome and gold leafed doors slide open revealing a long darkened hallway the carpet the color of a midnight sky.

        �God doesn�t he ever use any lights?�  Zell almost stumbled over a potted plant left suspiciously in his path.  No doubt Seifer�s doing.  He was always trying to pull cheap tricks like that and Zell couldn�t stand it.  There was just something so conniving about Seifer that really rubbed Zell the wrong way.

        The closer he came to the outer doors of Squall�s office the more furious he became.  Why wouldn�t he just expel Seifer and get it over with?  Was Squall really afraid of him?  Was Squall that much of a coward?  The whole time he had known Squall he had never considered him a coward.  He had never seen Squall back down.

        Zell was always getting the short end of the stick when it came to fights with Seifer.  It was like Squall always let him off easy and he was always coming down hard on Zell as if he had started the whole thing.  He was sick of it and lately Squall had been treating him as less than a human being.  The whole situation was getting out of hand.

Again Zell knotted his hands into fists the leather of his fingerless gloves pressed tight against his palms.

        Maybe he�d just tell Squall off?  Maybe he�d just walk out?  It Wasn�t as if he couldn�t just leave.  He did have options but none seemed to be the one he was searching for.  Various thoughts came to his mind and by the time he reached the outer doors his stomach was clenched in a ball of hatred and disgust.  Mostly for Seifer and maybe a little bit for Squall too but somewhere deep inside he hated himself for disguising his feelings all the time.

        It didn�t entirely surprise him to see Seifer sitting on a green couch in the waiting room.  He was of course playing it cool.  His arms thrown over the back of the paisley print sofa, one leg crossed loosely over his knee.  His grey trench spread around him like a fucking robe.  He absolutely reeked of sarcastic pleasure and it sent the sparks flying through Zell�s body again.

        �What the hell are you still doing here?�  The words came sharp across Zell�s lips like micro-thin razor blades.

        �Oh just waiting to see what your punishment is going to be.�  Seifer uncrossed his legs.  �I just can�t wait to see your face when you walk out of there.�  A cruel smirk formed and Seifer chuckled.

        Zell simply glared at him and took a step forward.  His brain was already working at what he was going to say to Squall.  He had taken enough of this shit but he hadn�t expected Seifer to be waiting for him.  Suddenly he was at a loss for words.

        �You know Zell maybe you should just tell him how you really feel?�  Seifer shrugged his shoulders and leaned forward, elbows on his knees.  �I mean you�re already in trouble so what difference is it going to make?�

        �A lot of difference.� Zell thought as he squeezed his eyes shut.  If it wasn�t bad enough to have Seifer on his case about it he still wasn�t quite sure what he was feeling.  His emotions were whirling too fast for his brain to comprehend.  Squall was beautiful  no doubt about it and it wasn�t unusual for Squall to show up in Zell�s little jack-off sessions.  But did he actually feel something for him?  The question soon replaced itself with blind rage as Seifer spoke again.

        �Maybe you should just fuck him and get it over with?  We both know that�s what you really want isn�t it?�

        Zell pushed the two heavy doors open to Squall�s main office Seifer�s words burning in the back of his skull.  For a single moment he couldn�t think.  The rage was just too powerful to contend with.

        Squall sat at his desk a stack of paper work piled up on his left side.  Various other articles lay haphazardly over the surface.  He looked as though he would have rather been anywhere else.  Slowly his grayish-blue eyes rose to look at Zell.  No comment was offered he merely looked back down to his work again.

        The noise the heavy doors made from Zell slamming them closed caught Squall�s attention better than his entrance.  All the while Seifer was smiling in the waiting room.

        �Is there a problem Zell?�  Squall�s voice was cold and steely.  �Do you want to get yourself into more trouble?�

        If there was any bit of sanity left in Zell�s mind it had ceased to exist the moment he opened those doors.  He walked silently over to Squall�s desk and put his hand square down in the middle of Squall�s project.

        Squall didn�t look up he only spoke in a quiet tone of annoyance.  �Is there a problem Zell?�

        The words ground there way through Zell�s subconscious making him shake slightly.  At that moment he lost all control of his senses.  Quicker than a snap from dragon�s jaws Zell had Squall by the throat.  He had pulled him across the desk and up to his eye level.  Another thing that grated on Zell�s nerves was Squall�s refusal to look him in the eyes.  It was never a submissive gesture but one of shear defiance.

        �What the fuck is wrong with you Zell?�  Squall managed to choke out before he was completely pulled across the desk and onto his back.

Papers went flying in a comic semblance of white snow.  The small of Squall�s back was pressed painfully against the edge of his desk.  Hard mahogany supporting him fully.  Zell�s body was leaning fully against Squall.  He had never realized how frail the little snot was until he had him held down.  Never realized how much smaller and delicate he was either.

        A tremor ran the length of Zell�s body.  He could not deny himself what he knew he wanted.  He wanted to fuck Squall, wanted to make him pay and regret all the things he had ever done that were cruel.  The only problem was how to keep him held down.

        Zell had managed to capture Squall�s wrists in one large hand but this left only one free hand to work with.  Squall wiggled violently under Zell and he let out a small gasp feeling Zell�s length harden against him.

        Zell pulled open a desk drawer looking for some kind of restraint.  �What are you doing Zell?�  Squall�s voice held weak tones of malice.  Zell simply didn�t say anything. To his surprise he found a pair of shiny new handcuffs placed neatly in the top drawer.  His mind was racing at such a frantic pace he neglected to think why Squall would have such a thing in his office desk.  It didn�t really matter though as Zell had found just the tool that he needed.

        Squall was forced over onto this stomach the polished wood pressing against his face.  He let out a cry of anger and struggled vainly.  He had always known Zell was strong but he never took the time to find out how strong.  Somehow he was beginning to regret that small overlook.

        Brushing the long over coat of Squall�s uniform out to the way he snapped the handcuffs about his wrists.  Leaving Squall at a most uncomfortable angel.  A panic rose up inside the headmaster as he was beginning to realize what the young blonde was about to do.

        There was nothing inside Zell but pure sexual rage.  His cock was so hard he felt as though it might burst through his shorts.  Squall�s ass looked so tight under the black leather pants that he wore.  It was beyond Zell�s control as he worked his way under Squall�s stomach to undo his pants.

        They slid off so easily revealing smooth white skin.  He was so pale and his skin was soft just like a woman�s would be.  Zell marveled only a moment before Squall heard the zipper of his shorts being pulled down.

        Fuck what was Zell going to do to him?  He wasn�t going to rape him was he?  He couldn�t do that!  Squall�s mind fought vainly to find a way to control the situation; to analyze it in some way.  It was hopeless and as Zell drove his throbbing length inside him he felt his world shatter into a million tiny shards.

        There was no restraint from Zell.  He continued to pound at Squall�s fragile body an occasional angry curse issued from his lips.  Squall felt as if he were losing his soul and after a while he ceased to cry out.  He merely lay beneath Zell making mild protest when he felt his blood start to flow.

        Zell had tears in his eyes.  For some reason he couldn�t stop and Squall�s warm blood made and excellent lubricant.  He was so slick and so tight, something Zell could only imagine in his darkest fantasies.  For a moment it seemed as though time ceased to exist and that�s all it was, just a fantasy.

        Squall�s limp body brought Zell back to reality and the realization of what he was doing brought itself full force down upon his head.  He pulled out quickly just at the point of release and collapsed on the carpet.

        Blood dripped slowly down Squall�s inner thighs tingeing the skin pink as he slid off the desk to the floor in front of Zell.  He let out a low sigh almost of regret but Zell couldn�t tell for sure.

        �Get out�� Squall choked out his voice a hoarse whisper. �Get out!�

        Zell stood on shaky legs buttoning his shorts with unsure fingers.  He couldn�t comprehend what he had done only the sight before him and he felt a horrible guilt.

        Pulling himself up by using the desk Squall managed to regain some of his composure.  His eyes were filled with angry tears as he glared in Zell�s direction.

        �GET OUT!�

        Zell left passing by Seifer before he could get a word out.  Seifer knew what had transpired between the two young men behind those closed doors.  He could smell the sweet metallic blood on Zell�s clothes and sense the despair emanating from Squall�s office.

Standing he simply shrugged his shoulders and wandered down the hall to catch the elevator going down.

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