Author's Note: This was originally an RP done with LaughingWolfGirl. All hail the fruits of boredom and live MSN. This first part was essentially plotless, but we later decided that we were having too much fun with ours boys and the bunnies struck. So this is developing quickly into a series. Why this title? a) thought is was fitting, snarky, yet cute and b) was listening to that song (Marilyn Manson’s version) through majority of this first piece. Title may change if Cin so desires ^_^

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DISCLAIMER: Characters of Final Fantasy VIII are property of Squaresoft. NOT us.

Tainted Love

Chapter 1 - Subliminal Seduction

By Koorime and LaughingWolfGirl

Zell was listening to his earphones, totally into his music walked the halls towards the cafeteria. Just bouncing his head and singing under his breath, he didn't pay attention to anything going on around him.

Seifer turned the corner quickly, ducking in the shadows. Damn, those faculties were annoying.

Footsteps.

He looked to the side, catching the unmistakable spike of gold; a dark grin crossed his features. So the chicken was out.

Zell was singing off key, lost in his own little world, enjoying the peace and quiet, knowing he was finally gonna get his hotdogs...

His step was quick and silent; Zell didn't seem to register his approach until he grasped those broad shoulders and pulled the younger man against him. He snagged the wire between his teeth, yanking the headphone from Zell's ear. Hard techno graced the silent air; Seifer brushed his lips against the martial artist's ear.

"You going somewhere, chicken?"

Zell squirmed and tried to get loose, fear receding when he heard the voice. He mentally moaned, then hyped up his struggles even more, though feeling Seifer's lips brushing against his ear caused him to shiver slightly, trying to cover it with his struggles. "What the hell do ya want... and shit... let go," he said, though quietly.

Seifer’s grip only tightened on the hard muscles; but he was stronger. "It's after hours and you're not going to the Training Center. Breaking rules again," he tsked.

Zell stiffened. “How do you know I’m not going to the Training Center, huh??" He bluffed, trying for an indignant tone. "I could be on my way there now!"

"Cos you're going in the wrong direction. You know I'm gonna have to report you," Seifer murmured, but his tone lacked its usual malice.

Zell ground his teeth together, and mumbled under his breath... 'Fuck... knew I should never try to lie, it never works.’ Then it registered what Seifer had said and he gulped - he so did not want to be reported, he’d hate to see the look on Ma's face when she heard about it. "Hey... come on. I wasn't doin' anything wrong, hurtin' nothing! Can'tcha give a guy a break??"

"Can't you just go by my rules?" Seifer grinned, seeing Zell pale considerably. This was too easy. He brought Zell's headphone to his ear, letting the song's vibration assault his eardrums. How the hell was Zell NOT deaf?

"C'mon, chicken. Get in the elevator; I'm takin’ you to Cid."

"Aww come on... Seriously... I soo can't get reported, ain't there something I can do, make some kind of deal?" he said while dragging his feet...

Seifer shoved him up the stairs, towards the waiting lift. "Move."

Zell stumbled while trying to wrack his brain thinking what he could offer to Seifer that would pacify him enough to let him go. "Damn it... Ain't there anything I can give ya or trade with ya to get ya to cut me some slack...? Come on... if they're your rules… you can bend them, right?" he pleaded, looking over his shoulder at the bigger, meaner blonde.

Seifer considered Zell's pleading gaze as the doors hissed shut behind him. Such pretty blue. Zell's skin was flushed; Seifer could hear the desperation leaking into his voice and smirked. Maybe...

"No."

Zell's shoulders drooped, and his head fell forward onto his chest as he leaned back against the elevator. “Tch... fine. Be that way," he said in a depressed tone. Man... His Ma was gonna wail on him good and Squall… Hell, he would never impress that guy now. He sighed heavily.

Seifer stepped forward and tilted Zell's chin up. "Unless you wanna say hi to Squall for me."

Zell looked slightly confused. "Say hi to Squall, I do that anyways...” His expression turned hopeful. “Is that all I gotta do and then you'll forget about reportin' me?" he said with a grin starting to grow, his fangs showing.

Seifer suppressed a smile, twisting it into that familiar smirk that was truly indiscernible. People always thought 'arrogant bastard' when he would flash it their way, but it was just the mask. Squall had adopted a similar kind that displayed only stoic apathy; Zell was an open book. So easy...

"Depends. Give him this."

Seifer kicked the 'stop' button and shoved Zell against the far wall. He gave the smaller blond no time to recover from the hard impact as his mouth descended on those sparkling fangs and soft lips. Both hands pressed the small shoulders against the cold steel, leaving no room for struggle.

Zell's eyes grew wide and he went into some sort of shock - ‘cause that would explain why he wasn't fighting this. Hell, his martial arts instructor told him what a natural he was at his craft and how good he was, so he should be able to fight his way outta this, right...? So it had to be shock keeping him immobile, though he could feel little shivers starting to rundown his spine, his eyelids getting a bit heavy so he had a sleepy look on his face... He could so not be responding or actually liking what Seifer was doing to him... Could it be called a kiss? Hell he didn't know and wasn't sure he wanted to know... And he wasn’t responding, no way no how, his lips weren't moving, aack... he said his lips weren't moving... lips... listen! he thought to himself.

Seifer's hand moved around to brace Zell from behind as the younger man began to sag. He smiled when he felt Zell respond, the slick, wet heat that brushed his lips... Seifer opened his eyes and looked down at Zell, heavy-lidded and weak, hands grasping his jacket for leverage.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were enjoying this, Chicken. You may be a better messenger than I thought."

Zell moaned and couldn't honestly say if it was from the desire, that he still was not claiming it was, or from Seifer's words... And honestly he didn't care... His lips took over and his tongue snaked out, running across Seifer's lower lip.

“Seifer... Shut up," he huskily said, then resumed what he was doing, still holding himself up with Seifer's jacket. He refused to think of what he was doing, refused to face it at all; he would sweep it under the rug as moon sickness or some other lame shit like that.

Seifer's hand slid down Zell's front, brushing the MD; the volume veered its ascent, Zell cried out at the explosion in his ear. Seifer tore the device free and it fell listlessly to the carpet with a soft thud. Techno echoed audibly as Seifer moved his lips to Zell's throat, leaving a slick trail as teeth nipped at pale, exposed skin.

He smelled so different to Squall. If he concentrated hard enough, he could recall the deep musk of leather and soap, the soft, throaty moans that made him shiver. But the sounds were different now; the scent was lighter and almost... soothing. Seifer paused in his ministrations, catching himself before he forgot that he was in charge. Wouldn't do to get lost. But hell...

Zell let his head fall back and gave Seifer easier access, losing himself in the sensations that Seifer was evoking, his hands running over cloth-covered chest, moving lower, his whimpers of want filling the elevator. He'd always had this secret little fantasy of Seifer, one that he kept in the deepest darkest part of his brain... And he couldn't believe it was happening... He so wanted skin, wanted to see if Seifer lived up to his fantasy, the one that he wouldn't admit to. His hand continued to move lower, one under Seifer's vest, feeling soft, hot skin just like he thought; he moaned at the contact. His other hand had a mind of its own, sliding down past the vest towards the top of Seifer's slacks and down past the zipper to feel the bulge and an answering twitch from his own erection...

Seifer's hand caught Zell's wandering fingers, bright blue eyes snapped open to meet him. He froze, breath hitching in his throat. He stared unwittingly, the face of another passing in his mind. Fallen, mahogany locks that marred blue vision. But they had the same pale skin, the same deep, blue eyes. Seifer shook himself mentally, tearing his gaze away. Just don't look at him, dammit. Seifer's gaze narrowed and he moved forward, trapping Zell between the wall and himself as he yanked the martial artist's jacket free. It was soon followed by the black shirt underneath and moon-swept skin was laid bare; Seifer skimmed his hands over it, leaned forward to run his lips over the hard muscle of one shoulder before directing his attention further down.

Zell tried to pull his hand free and once more groaned wanting to feel Seifer's skin on the pads of his hands. Seifer nipped at him and he couldn't help himself, his hips jerked upwards. Seifer tightened his grip on Zell's wrist, realising dimly that it would later leave marks but he was beyond caring. His other hand slid to the base of Zell's spine, he ground their hips together and brought his lips from Zell's chest to watch those blue eyes slide shut. He bent forward, kissing the boy quickly, once, twice, before pulling away again.

Zell whimpered his need and whispered huskily, "Never woulda pegged ya for a tease." He knew full well that he was sealing his fate with those words, but wanting this bad, he was willing to take the pain he was sure to come with any pleasure.

Seifer's eyes narrowed and he dared to look Zell in the eyes. "Do that again."

Zell bit his lower lip. "Do wh... what again?" he said, wincing at how needy his voice sounded.

With Zell's wrist in one hand, he held the boy's hips and planted a knee between splayed thighs. Kneading gently, he felt a hollow fire burn in his chest as Zell moaned, head falling back. He needed to hear that sound again... Seifer leaned forward, taking a darkened nub between his lips and nipped with his teeth, savored its flavour with his tongue. Zell moaned while his hips thrust instinctively, Seifer's lips were driving him insane. He could feel himself become so damn hard that his shorts were actually painful, good thing he had gone commando, otherwise his normal briefs woulda made him hurt even worse.

"Gaaaaaah... Seifer…" was all he could get coherently out of his mouth. Who woulda thought he would be in an elevator with The Seifer Almasy, the resident Sex god, or at least that's what he had heard the other cadets whisper about him... he could see it, Seifer sure looked that way, walking the halls like he owned them.

Seifer's free hand traced the buttons of Zell's denim, fingers slid against his obvious arousal; he bit his tongue as Zell moaned his name, bucking into his hand. He was so tempted to just tear those elevator doors open and leave Zell in this state, but another side called to him. A side that burned white flame in his chest and brought to mind the memory of another in this same situation.

Seifer balked, realising it had also been in this very same place. Those pretty eyes had begged him to stay... and he had. Fuck him, he was weak. Without warning, he undid the fastings of Zell's shorts and took the martial artist in his hand.

Zell didn't know what gods to be thanking here... but he was thanking them all, just in case, as he felt Seifer's hand on him. His hips took on a life of their own, rocking into that tight warm hand. He leaned his head forward a bit and placed kisses where he could. Seifer caught Zell's lips and kissed him roughly, all the while avoiding his gaze. His hand moved between them, milking little moans from his partner that he drank of deep, pinning Zell's captured wrist to the wall by his head. Zell wanted to run his hands over Seifer's body, and he expressed this as best he could, using his body, the one thing he could always count on. He pushed as close to Seifer as he could get, touching anything and everything. Deep in his throat he continued to whimper and moan. He let his tongue roam inside the hot wetness within Seifer's lips, tilting his head sideways to deepen the kiss. Seifer welcomed Zell's caresses, the delicious pressure as the younger man leaned against him, rocking against his knee into his hand... Seifer broke away as Zell stiffened, a broken cry leaking from his lips and warm fluid coated his fingers. Shuddering from his orgasm, he broke the kiss and smiled sweetly at Seifer for a moment. Seifer frowned at the strange, almost devious look that crossed Zell’s face but in the next moment, the smaller blond had pushed Seifer back across to the other side of the elevator, using the element of surprise. Zell rose on tiptoes and ran his tongue and edge of his teeth across Seifer's throat, while his hand busily worked at Seifer's button and zipper on his trousers.

Seifer gasped in spite of himself, reflexively clutching at Zell as the younger man attacked his throat. "Fuck... "

Zell got the buttons and zipper down in the blink of an eye, and before Seifer could even catch on, he smiled and dropped to his knees rubbing his cheek against the satiny smooth erection in his hand... And damn, the guy was huge. Zell was ready to spit with a bit of jealousy here, though since he was on this end he smiled thinking that life sure could be grand sometimes.

Seifer frowned, suddenly all too aware of Zell's intentions. "No, Zell, don't... "

Zell stopped and looked up with confusion. He tilted his head to the right. "Why?" he asked softly, wanting to do this.

Seifer's heart thrummed painfully in his chest, its beat climbing into his throat. Zell was so damned cute… No, he was beautiful. Seifer had tainted too many things in this life; he didn't understand why he suddenly wanted to spare Zell of that pain. But it was his. In actual fact... Seifer had always been on the giving end. Not even with Squall had he... He shook his head.

"Nothing, just... get up."

Zell could feel the slight hurt going through his chest, it felt like rejection, when all he had wanted was to give back. He didn’t understand what he was doing wrong, but nonetheless he got up, keeping his face averted, not looking at Seifer. "You’re the boss," he whispered, while he slowly started to buckle his own pants...

Against his better judgment, Seifer's heart broke at Zell hurt expression. It didn't seem that anyone was safe from him, he’d ruined another person. He took Zell's face in his hands and kissed him, this time gently. When they parted, Seifer hit the stop button again, setting the elevator back in motion. He said nothing as he smoothed out his clothes, refastened his pants. He wouldn't look at Zell.

When Seifer had kissed him softly he ran his fingers over his lips, still not looking Seifer's way till the elevator began to move. He grabbed his shirt and jacket off the floor along with his MD and looked up at Seifer with a tentative smile in his eyes and on his lips, hoping that the kiss meant something good. Seifer kept his back to Zell, and when the doors opened to the third floor, he stepped off... and pushed Zell back inside. He summoned the coldest tone he could muster, having received it countless times from his former lover.

"I'll let you off this time."

Zell had been about to take a step when he felt Seifer push him back and his heart drop at what Seifer said to him… the tone he had used. He had nothing to reply to that, standing there with his jacket half on, half off. Then he seemed to get ahold of himself and quickly hit the button back to the first floor. Thankfully, the doors closed promptly, but the ride back down was torture. He didn’t want to be in there a second longer. As soon as the doors slid open, he began to jog back to his room. He refused to flat out run, but jogging was ok. All he wanted was to get to his room and lick his wounds in private. He had thought something nice, something special was happening there in the elevator, but he must have read it wrong...

Seifer bit his lip when the doors hissed shut, closing on the image of Zell and what he had almost done.

He really was a bastard.

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