Author's Note: Originally this had plot. Until I chopped it in half :P 'Tis followed up by a wondrously long, not-smut piece ::bows low::

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

Tainted Love

Chapter 4 - Wake

By Koorime and LaughingWolfGirl

Zell could feel himself spread out on top of something a bit uncomfortable. He tried to stretch and felt something holding him in place. Too lazy to actually open his eyes he laid there and listened, hearing his heartbeat really loud.

Wait... That wasn't his heartbeat.

He could feel himself laying on someone. Remembering suddenly that he had fallen asleep on Seifer, he tried to get up quickly as he could. He was torn, wanting to stay and yet pull away. He simply lay there once more, waiting with bated breath to see what Seifer would do when he woke up.

Zell tried to move slightly, not sure if he wanted to have Seifer wake up; but lying here with him was also waking up Zell's libido, and as he was a teen that recently found he liked boys, this was perfect for him. He found himself rubbing himself slightly against Seifer without conscious thought. Then horrified at what he had done, he kept still.

Zell was gulping like mad, hoping and praying Seifer wouldn't wake up. He was as hard as a rock and the thought of having Seifer wake up and possibly tease him in any way was not a nice thought. He would rather just someone close his eyes and wish it all away. He hoped that if he concentrated enough on other things, like say.... Junctions it would go away. But junctions, connections... That thought led to positions. Hmm... Positions. Like on his back or possibly sliding down the body he was on and running his tongue - aaaaaaah! That wasn't helping; he was supposed to be thinking of getting rid of the hard on, not making it harder.

Zell tried to move his hips back from Seifer's body, at least so it wasn’t rubbing against Seifer, and save some of his dignity in the process.

Seifer's back was sore even as he leaned back against the headboard; muscles along his spine had cramped in a posture none too comfortable. A hard twitch at the back of his neck brought him semi-awake. With a small wince, he clapped a hand over the back of his neck.

Zell kept himself completely still, even going so far as holding his breath.

Seifer’s other arm still wound over the form draped over him; sometime during their rest Zell had moved over him entirely. Heat emanated from Zell's body, flowing over him in a euphoric wave. He leaned forward, inhaling the scent of Zell's hair; his eyes closed in bliss, the arm over Zell's torso tightening. Zell could feel himself melting within, a small smile appearing on his face. He so did not want to do anything to wreak havoc with this moment. Seifer pulled Zell against him, hoping not to wake the smaller blond; he was enjoying the moment as fleeting as it would prove to be. Zell curled into the bigger body, keeping his eyes closed, just enjoying the peace and quiet in Seifer's arms.

Seifer stiffened when Zell moved against him. How long had he been awake? He tried to see Zell's face, brushing back the long, blond hair; his eyes were shut and he wore a smile of peaceful contentment. Seifer pressed his lips to Zell's neck, hands splaying flat on his chest. Just for now, it was okay.

Zell moaned lightly, the sound full of contentment. His smile grew, and he opened his eyes slightly.

Seifer pulled back slightly, brushing his lips over the curve of Zell's ear. "Sleep well?" he murmured.

Zell snuggled more into Seifer, and in a sleep husky voice answered, "Hmm, yeah actually, I did. What about you?"

"My back's killin' me."

He chuckled slightly. "Sorry, but ya make a great body pillow."

Seifer made something of a smirk. "Figured. Cos you're not moving."

"Oh, did ya want me to move?" he said smartly, while reluctantly starting to slowly, very slowly get up.

Seifer immediately pulled that warmth back against him, arms tightening. "It'll pass." Actually, no, it was starting to burn, but Zell didn't have to know that.

Zell cuddled closer. "Ya sure? Don't want ya to be like, really hurting later cause of me," he said while trying to get even closer to Seifer's warm body.

Seifer laid his chin on Zell's shoulder, the words ringing another chime other than for his physical wellbeing. He arched an eyebrow as he caught sight of Zell's arousal tenting his denim shorts. Well, he hadn't finished their business earlier. Seifer glanced at the clock by the wall; they'd only been sleeping over an hour. His hand moved down Zell's side, settling on his thigh. He gave the martial artist a small grin. "Want some help with that?"

Zell blushed and licked his lower lip, then looked up into Seifer's eyes with a bit of guarded hope. "You’re not gonna leave me hangin' are ya?" he asked with a bit of defense in his voice.

Seifer shifted slightly with Zell in his lap, drawing one knee up between Zell's thighs, his hand brushed the material over Zell's crotch. Lightly nibbling his earlobe, he murmured, "Do what you want."

What he wanted... The thought boggled the mind. He wanted to have Seifer all over him and then run his tongue all over Seifer for days on end, but somehow he didn’t think that would be possible; Seifer would revert to his usual self, he was sure. But while he was being so obliging, he let his head fall back, baring his neck and ran his hands along Seifer's chest, trying to get them under the shirt.

Seifer nudged Zell until he turned around, bringing him up against his chest. He ran his lips over the skin under Zell's jaw, kneading his knee gently between Zell's hips, encouraging the younger blond to take his own pleasure. Zell rubbed himself against Seifer's knee, eyes growing heavy lidded; the bright blue full of lust. He got one of his hands under the vest and ran his fingers across the warm, hot skin. The other hand moved down slowly, he wanted to feel Seifer's arousal in his hand, but wasn’t sure if he should, so he moved cautiously.

A small smile found Seifer's lips as Zell began to move against him, hands moving aimlessly until one slipped under his vest. He leaned up into the calloused heat, the motion relaxing some of the cramps in his back. He let out a small sigh of relief, arching further as he smoothed his hand down Zell's back, slipping up under the thin shirt. He pulled it down past those broad shoulders and over Zell's head, it bunched at the elbows; Seifer watched the half-lidded gaze as he pulled him forward, sealing slightly parted lips with a deep kiss. Zell let his lips sink into the kiss, running his tongue across Seifer's lips. His fingers stretched out across Seifer's skin as best as he could; his other hand was still slowly going lower. Ghost touches across the front of Seifer's pants, then Zell got tired being careful and palmed Seifer's crotch, his fingers closing over the cloth covered arousal. Seifer made a low, shapeless sound in the back of his throat; his hands still on Zell's arms, he parted for breath.

"Wait..."

Zell almost cried at the word. "What? Why?" he said confusion coloring his tone.

Seifer pushed Zell back until he sat up straight and pulled the shirt off the rest of the way. Quickly unzipping his vest, he shrugged the blue garment off, grinning at Zell before taking him in his arms again and rolling them over. "Better?"

Zell was panting with the biggest grin yet. "Hell ya, that's better.” He happily wrapped both his arms and legs around Seifer while running his tongue along Seifer's jaw. Leaning up, he took Seifer's earlobe between his teeth nibbling lightly. His hands digging into the skin of Seifer's back, while his hips tried to rub against him. Seifer caught Zell's mouth, silencing any further speech with a hungry kiss. His hand swept over the smooth skin of Zell's back, as he rolled his hips against the martial artist's. He moaned low in his throat, leaning more of his weight into his thrusts, breath coming short. Zell's legs tightened around Seifer as he kissed him back ravenously. His own hips thrust back, while one hand ran up into Seifer's hair, mussing it, and the other towards Seifer's hips, slowly savoring the feel of silky smooth skin. A guttural moan leaked past Seifer's lips, he buried his face in Zell's shoulder, the pressure between his thighs building all too quickly. His head was getting light, but a primal urge was starting to insinuate itself in the back of his head, working down his spine. "Oh, fuck." At this rate he wasn't going to last much longer. He did not want to come in his pants. Deft fingers started undoing the buttons of Zell's shorts, remembering all too well the earlier frustration; though this time it was ten times worst.

"Fuck, I hate these," he snapped, pulling back to work easier.

Zell pushed Seifer's hands away. "Let me do it, I’m used to them." He undid them quickly and pushed them down as far as he could, his own arousal springing forward in freedom. He reached out for Seifer with open arms and a smile. Seifer removed the boy's sneakers and socks; the floor was becoming strewn with their clothes. He really hoped he'd locked the doors. Undoing his belt, he figured that this was all way too much work. After what seemed like an eternity, he threw his pants to the floor with a dark scowl. "I hate that part," he muttered, leaning forward into Zell's arms.

Zell chuckled slightly. "Yeah getting undressed is a pain in the ass, huh?" he laid back wrapping his arms around Seifer's neck, kissing him deeply.

"I mean it, dun ever wear those things again," Seifer murmured, hand closing over Zell's length between them. He'd get his own soon enough, but he just loved watching Zell's face when he was close. And hell, could the kid kiss.

Zell would have answered but he was lost in the kiss, giving his all, moaning deeply in the back of his throat and chest at the sensations that Seifer was giving him. His hips pistoned repeatedly, he sucked upon Seifer's lip in time with the way his hips thrust. Seifer kissed Zell's jaw as his head fell back, brushing away the damp locks that clung to the martial artist's face. His lips moved over Zell's pulse, he licked the skin as another moan leaked from the man in his arms. He tugged gently, fingers tightening as he stroked harder. Damn, but he wanted to see those pretty eyes.

"Zell," he whispered, other hand running down Zell’s temple. "Look at me."

Zell felt his world shatter and splinter, he looked deep into the beautiful forest green of Seifer's eyes, drowning in them as well as the shudders wracking his body. Seifer held Zell until the moment passed, smiling inwardly at the boy’s attempts to maintain eye contact; those lids drooped in exhaustion. Feeling Zell come in his arms was almost enough to drive him over; almost. He let Zell rest against the pillows of his arms, the fire in his gut burning relentlessly; Zell was so beautiful.

Zell smiled sweetly, still looking up into Seifer’s eyes. He whispered huskily, "Your turn, baby, I wanna see your eyes when you're coming."

Seifer leaned down, kissing him gently. "How'd you go about doing that?"

"What? Make you come?" he asked with an impish smile.

Seifer grinned, hands skimming down Zell's arm to entwine their hands. Strange emotions were spiraling through his mind, dragging his heart down a dark void of fear. He pushed it aside, kissing Zell's collarbone. "Just this once."

Zell grinned wickedly. "Really, baby?" He thought quickly, giving Seifer a peck and rolling them over so that he sat atop Seifer, pushing his hips back against Seifer's erection. He leaned down running his tongue along the bigger blonde's collar bone, placing little nips there as well.

Seifer forced himself to relax, he'd always given freely to whatever Squall had wanted without question. Why should this have been any different?

Zell pushed back till he felt the arousal flush with his backside. His lips had made their way to one coral colored nipple, he wanted to make this so good for Seifer, especially if this was his only chance to do this.

Seifer's hand curled into the sheet, arching up into Zell's mouth as he moaned.

"Mm..."Continuing his slow descent, he left a wet trail as testament to his intentions. His hands roamed above and below, one running over Seifer's chest, the other along Seifer's thigh, moving inward, cupping the heavy sacs underneath. His lips slowed down as they reached the base of Seifer's erection, and he looked up with a question in his eye, wanting to make sure this was still ok with Seifer.

Seifer inhaled sharply, breath hitching in his throat; his hand in the sheets clenched into a fist. Zell's hand on him was already giving rise to a low whimper; it took everything he had to fight it back. As Zell waited for his response, he hesitantly nodded. If Zell wanted this…

Zell looked up happily and then leaned down and ran his tongue along the tip, swirling it, then running down the underside, then back up, he then let his lips encircle the tip, sliding his mouth over the whole of the top. He moved to take more in, still using his tongue to enhance Seifer's pleasure. His hand underneath continued to fondle as well. Seifer moaned, his back locking in a painful arch; the sound was pitiful and begged for release. "Oh, gods..." He didn't want to plead. He didn't have the right to ask Zell not to tease him. He was only aware of the building pressure between his thighs - Zell's ministrations boasted experience.

Zell listened to the words. They filled him with euphoria, this was what he wanted; he wanted to give Seifer pleasure. Desperately. He began to really move his lips and tongue over Seifer's cock, tightening his lips in a vacuum of suction. He wanted to hear Seifer say his name, full of pleasure when he came. Towards this end he increased his ministrations.

Seifer was breathing hard, his hand in the sheet came to tangle in Zell's hair and he tried to urge the boy back; he wouldn't be able to control himself for much longer. "Zell..."

Zell could feel Seifer trying to push him back, but he wanted to give this to Seifer; freely. He pushed Seifer's hand away and looked up towards him, removing his lips for a second. "Please, Seifer, come for me... Let me do this for you, please?" He once more took Seifer into his mouth, moaning loudly at the pleasure he too was receiving by doing this.

Seifer nearly screamed; the vibrations against his aching member drove him insane. "Zell," he cried out, both hands tangling in the long, blond hair. // Why are you doing this? // Lightning ran down his spine, bringing him back into an arch; he sobbed something incomprehensible as his release flooded from him. Zell swallowed as much of the bittersweet fluid as he could, discreetly wiping his mouth upon the sheet from the cot. He leaned up and laid near Seifer with a small smile on his face. He had enjoyed doing that for Seifer, he didn't even want to think about that. Not yet anyways.

Seifer blinked as the light cleared from his vision, his head lolled to one side, fixing Zell with a quizzical look. A hand came up to brush Zell's lips. … He swallowed?

He stared at the ceiling, wondering why there was a dagger twisting in his heart. “Happy now?" he murmured, voice bitter.

Zell lost the smile completely and he sighed. "No, not if you’re not." He moved to get up and dressed, not saying anything else.

Seifer pulled himself into a sitting position, watching as Zell started picking up his clothes. "… What do you want, Zell?" he asked finally. He didn't understand where the boy's insane need to please him came from. He wasn't happy if Seifer wasn't? Was that what Zell had said? What did Zell possibly hope to gain from this?

Zell stopped midway as he was buttoning his shorts and he looked at Seifer, really looked at him, his head tilted slightly to the right. "You don't get it at all do you? ‘What do I want’?” he wryly chuckled. “I wanted to see you smile, I wanted to give you something, but since it's lost upon you, just forget it. It was freely given, I don't expect anything from you. I think we should just forget it. I don't have the will to keep trying to figure you out, Seifer. You blow hot then cold, hot then cold… You confuse me somethin' fierce and I can't deal with this, it's so way outta my element.” He finished getting dressed and turned to the door, walking over to it, reaching out for the handle but stopped, waiting to see if Seifer would say something.

Seifer looked out the window, fearing… Wait, fear? What did he have to be afraid of? Zell wanted something, that much he could tell from the way he spoke, the tone in his voice; even if he wouldn't ask for it. He brushed his fingers down his chest, it came up with Zell's seed and he watched it under the rays of the setting sun. This was both their problem, no way they could return to the way things were.

"Then you tell me," he began, wrapping the sheet round his waist, he set his feet on the ground and started towards Zell slowly. "You tell me how I can know you'll submit if I corner you anywhere in Garden? I hear what you're saying but how do you expect me to believe it if you can't hold to it? How do I know you'll moan," he tilted Zell's chin to one side, teeth nipping at his neck and Zell did just as he’d predicted, "when I do that? How come you give in every time I every look at you? Why do you keep coming back, why don't you just say 'no' if you don't want me around, huh?" Seifer released Zell's chin and leaned in close. "I know you want something, you can't lie to me about that. Tell me."

Zell looked down on the floor trying to compose his thoughts, wanting to be completely honest, but not sure how. When he spoke it was low and hesitant. "I don't know what I really want, I know that when you touch me, look at me I react; I can't help it. I just do.” He quickly looked up. “I want to know where I stand with you. I want to know if this is real or just an illusion, you say you want me to give in to you, to submit, but I gotta know if you’re gonna keep teasing me, treating me good one minute and the next like shit. Don't play with me Seifer, I know I’m outta your league when it comes to games. I wanna know what this is.”

Seifer met the earnest emotions in those blue eyes and felt himself drowning. "What would you call real?" he asked, brushing his fingertips over Zell's lips. "I can touch you, feel you, isn't that real?" He tilted his head to one side. Or was this all some twisted nightmare?

Zell blinked tiredly. "You tell me Seifer, I don't have a clue."

What did Zell want him to say? Didn't he realise how much trouble they could both be in if others found out? How much they could each lose? "You wanna know what this is?" he drew back his hand. "'S a fucken mistake is what it is. All of it, but thanks for the blow anyway, Chicken."

Zell sucked in his breath, hurt filling his eyes before anger took over and he couldn't seem to stop himself. His fist flew before he realized what he was doing, it connected with Seifer's jaw. Surprise filled his face before pure rage cloaked it and he didn't bother to stay to see any damage he had done. He turned on his heel and walked out, the words "fuck you" thrown over his shoulder as he ran from the Infirmary.

Seifer fell back with a grunt, stumbling into the bed. Touching a hand to his lip, his fingertips came away with blood and he could feel it coursing down his chin. He chuckled and wondered why he sounded so bitter. Doctor Kadowaki came rushing in, eyes widening past their worrisome gaze as she caught sight of him wearing only a blanket and a bleeding lip.

"What happened here?" she demanded.

He just shrugged, wiping away the blood with the back of his hand. For some reason, the look in Zell's eye before he fled had hurt ten times worse than his lip.

"Nothing," he said, turning his back to her. "It's nothing."

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