Fanfic: Hands on Experience Chapter 6: Decisions Part 1
This is the first half of chapter 6 and I'd like to give those on my f-list a chance to give me some feedback before I post it publicly. It reads a bit jarringly for me, but I don't know if that's because I've been seeing the same words over and over. Or if it still needs work.
Don't hold back. I'd appreciate some candidness.
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Title: Hands on experience. Chapter 6: Decisions Part 1
Pairing: SeiferxZell
Rating: NC-17.
Warning: Nudity, threat of violence, actual violence and…sex, yes there’s also sex in here. Didn’t think that you’d be surprised.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, but I do own the story.
A/N: went back to Fight Part 3 and fixed a mistake. It was supposed to be Zell’s left that received the wounds from Hyperion and was badly burned, since that’s where the tat is at.
Fire raced across his skin, hungrily smoking his clothes away. Muscles curling, bones snapping, the stench of burnt hair and flesh as his head was consumed in flame, all of his senses still damnably alive.
Zell awoke.
Gasping breaths not getting enough air, he couldn’t breathe. Heat enveloped him and trapped his confused body that still felt scorched nerves cry out for oblivion. His hands fumbled, now mismatched, against the wall of warmth. Before he could punch through his prison to escape, strong hands clamped over his mouth and throat, a familiar voice commanded in a whisper. “QUIET.”
He felt another set lift away the shackles that surrounded him and saw that it was Raijin moving a muscular arm and leg, connected to a sleeping Seifer. A naked sleeping Seifer. The urge to kick ass swam through his head, but before he could sway his limbs to attack the hand at his neck pinched down, cutting off blood flow, rendering him unconscious once more.
Zell awoke again.
It was slower this time, with voices seeping in and out like waves. He remembered a class he took with Lou, about what to do if captured, about keeping still and aware. “Did you have to knock him out, Fu? He’s not doing that great in the first place, ya know?” Raijin’s voice sounded close, yet varied in volume. He was spacing back and forth by the echo of it.
“VIOLENT.” Her sudden bark, a wave of force, not volume, nearly startled Zell upright. She was sitting by his side, near his head.
“Yeah, at least we got him in time before he woke up Seifer. Man needs his rest; he got his head banged pretty badly.” The pacing voice stopped in its tracks, feet thumping away on the carpet into another room and returned quickly. “Should have figured that wasn’t going to stop him from getting what he wants. He’s spread over the bed, probably looking for this little guy.”
“STUPID.” Even knowing she was there didn’t prepare Zell for her sudden speech. It was always shocking, and he had no idea how the rest of the goon troop ever got used to it.
“Oh, come on, Fujin. You saw Zell move out there. He’s a little firecracker; no wonder Seifer likes him in bed.” The mattress dipped, the blankets covering Zell tightened as Raijin sat next to him.
“BAD!” She had leaned forward, her slim frame hovering above him. Zell ventured a single eye to see what was happening and her finger was jabbing Raijin’s chest.
Raijin backed away, placing a placating hand over hers. “We’ve been over this; he can take care of himself. And besides, he won anyway. Zell’s gonna keep his word, ya know?” The other hand settled on his shoulder, the same one that had blistered Ifrit knew how long ago. Phantom pains barreled to Zell’s core, derailing his attempts at being stealthy as he jerked upwards.
Fujin had quickly leapt across the room, hand trailing the wall towards her weapon; “Whoa, hold on there.” Raijin took the opposite route and wrapped his arms around Zell from behind to hold him down.
A debilitating ghost of flame exploded across his chest wherever skin contacted skin. “Aaah. Dammit, let go.” The fighter reeled as his vision swam, unanchored pain stripping his senses away.
Raijin wrestled with a fist that tried very hard to mash his face in. Zell hissing as the arm at his chest tightened. “You really are that sensitive, ya know? The wounds are healed, well most of ‘em.”
The short blonde twisted around readying his other hand to free himself. The fingers stopped too far from his palm. “What the…” His struggling stopped as he turned his wounded hand, experimenting with his grip and noting the large patch of nondescript skin. “What? No. Oh, shit. Nonono. Dammit.”
Raijin slammed against a wall as Zell arched back, the force of his movement not enough to get loose. “Calm down, yeah, I know it looks bad. I shoulda cut the glove off, but you were bad off and…” Another crash shook the wall, Fujin standing at the ready; anger a small crease on her forehead as she waited for a sign from Raijin that he needed help.
Before a third bang took place, Seifer had come in and wrapped his arms around Zell from the front. “Raijin, it’s okay. I’m taking care of it.” The glancing kicks and blows went ignored as he slammed Zell against the bed.
Ache heartbeated up his pale wrist, his legs pinned underneath and mind still staggering at the sudden jolts of liquid heat. “Hands off, asshole.” The weak grip at Seifer’s bicep alarmed Zell, till he remembered that it was going to be this way for the rest of his life.
Seifer glanced behind him and nodded at Fujin and Raijin, his mouth quirked in enjoyment. “Can you two get us some clothes? Hate to put you out, but we need to talk.” His face returned to square off to his captured award, the short hair mussed at odd angles, eyes alight in predatory amusement, mouth full of teeth with a red tongue pinched between.
A tight grimace angled upwards, rebelliousness snarling back. “We have nothing to talk about.” The injured palm was brought up; Seifer’s mischievous tongue circled once before he planted a hard kiss on it, his eyes never leaving Zell’s stricken ones. “Okay, I knew going in that I could get injured, but I never thought…Fuck what am I going...” A quick tug freed the hand, its numb fingers wiping at his reddened eyes.
Zell winced as he felt Seifer’s arm tighten possessively. “Don’t worry about it.” Before he could squeeze his knees between them to push out, a sure hand gripped his face and kept it still as Seifer demanded his attention. “Hey, look at me. I’m going to fix it.”
Stars burst in his eyes as he slammed his forehead against the one above him. Done more out of reflex. Through tight teeth, he spoke as though he hadn’t just defended his personal space. “It’s already been healed. There’s nothing left to do.”
Seifer rubbed at the point of impact, his face momentarily pale as he fought to remain awake. “Shut up, listen to me. There’s ways to…” Light fingers trailed across Zell’s ribs as he spoke, the feel of them might as well be burning red metal from which Zell couldn’t help but flinch unexpectedly. “Stop freaking out.”
“Stop touching me.” He snapped back, cheeks reddening. It was getting hard to breathe as adrenaline teetered down in his veins. His words were getting heavy to choke out as nerves misfired the wrong messages. “It still hurts, why does it feel like I’m still burning?”
Teeth scrapped along his neck as Seifer lifted them both to sit upwards, turning Zell around. “Your brain just hasn’t caught up with your body. It happens. The more you stress out, the worse it feels.” Zell was settled between muscular legs, the cock there making its presence known against the cleft of his ass. “Look, just look at this. See, you’re not hurt.” A firm hand stroked against the new skin, sending shockwaves that tensed already strained muscles.
Zell shut his eyes, pained tears brimming against his lashes. “Yeah fucking right.” His right hand trembled slightly as he grabbed the offender at his side; his left stumbled uselessly as he pushed away.
A disinterested wave removed the hand as Seifer angled his head to lead Zell’s sight downward. “Shut up. Watch my hand. Feel that. Just look.” The fingers fanned out smoothing the skin on Zell’s upper arm, rubbing along the contours of his physique. At the crux of the elbow, a second set of fingers joined up, friction moving in wide circles till they reached the hand. Individual pale fingers were pulled, massaged and flexed. Two firm thumbs pressed against the palm, digging through the skin to knead the weakened muscles underneath.
At first, the touch burned as he expected, but the constant pressure started to ease in. Awareness of his wellbeing was reconciling itself with the memory of his seared fingers being pulled apart, every breath a dagger at his side as the skin on his chest was still too alive. “Ha, ha. It’s not hurting as bad.” His heartbeat slowed as he calmed down and settled into the comforting warmth at his back.
Seifer’s voice seemed husked out as both hands pressed against his side, one hand trailing down his thigh. “See, just follow my lead.” Short nails grazed across the border of new skin and old, pursuing a single minded purpose as they traced the inner thigh ever closer towards Zell’s awakening need.
A sudden push back did nothing except squeeze the stirring erection trapped between them. “Seifer, you can stop.” His hand shot out to pause the one on his thigh, the fingers still scraping lazily, stoking a new flame in his center.
Seifer’s teeth latched unto his ear, a hot tongue soothing the pinched flesh. The hand still at his side reached upwards, caressing a nipple with day old nerves that felt any touch too keenly. “Ugh. Stop it.” The hasty bucking caused Seifer to groan appreciatively as his cock slipped deeper into the cleft.
Zell’s stronger hand had forgone its duty at his lower half in order to protect the nub of young flesh that was torturously flicked by a calloused thumb and index finger. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. Don’t…” Invasive digits reached underneath his sac and stroked at the flesh between that and his twitching hole, the palm rubbing hard on his balls as his dick swelled.
Breath flowed over his shoulder as Seifer kissed along his neck, teeth gripping tightly whenever he sucked hard on the skin. “Don’t fight it. It feels good, you feel so good.” To prove his point he lifted Zell and leaned him forward, thus maneuvering his hard on as it pulsed into fervent stiffness and accompanied the hand teasing along his balls.
Zell’s strong arm leveled forward in order to support his weight. Seifer’s hands were too busy exploring along his skin to hold him up alone. His weak hand could barely hold onto the one at his chest, now trailing his six-pack, a thick pinky nudging itself into his bellybutton. “I don’t…I don’t wanna…” The feeling at his groin intensified as the fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed downward, tightening his testicles against the skin enveloping them.
“Stop lying, just give in for once. I beat you, you’re mine.” The wet mouth moved down his back, following the knobs of his spine. It was a short trip as Seifer kept his head at Zell’s shoulder blades, sucking on the ridge left by the healed burn.
A quick bending of his arm leaned his upper body down, Seifer in tow. “No, no. It’s for a week. Fall vacation. Not now, not yet.” The quick arching backwards collided Seifer’s jaw against his back, the nicks of teeth breaking skin were a small price to pay for jarring his attacker’s senses.
Knees gave out as Seifer placed his full weight on the unprepared body beneath him, his jaw writhing against Zell’s back, working back and forth testing his bite. “Technicality. You’re mine, accept it.” A hot tongue lapped at the small cuts, hands sliding underneath to return to their tasks.
“Get off me! I’m not your property.” Impulsive thrashing only aided in encouraging Seifer on; more than once had the bastard’s erection pushed against his unprepared hole, a trail of precum dancing along his thighs and the intimate flesh between his legs.
A harsh groan forced its way out of Seifer's mouth, his hips stilled as his large cock made one last slow stroke up Zell’s ass. The bully raised his body, sitting on his haunches, and twisted Zell around to face him. “Stop struggling and enjoy it. I’m not going to fuck you, ok?”
Eyeing the erection pointed straight at his mouth, Zell snarled as he pulled himself up on his elbows. “Yeah right. Not gonna suck you off.” Despite his obvious arousal, the last week had been a trial of humiliation and helplessness that gnawed on some core beliefs as his newly ignited sexual appetite disregarded his self-esteem and principles. He could tell that he was getting too aggressive, not measuring his blows as well, simply attacking because he had no idea what else to do. And that was the problem, wasn’t it? He didn’t feel smart enough to figure out a happy middle ground rather than just pummeling his problems away or giving in. And judging by Seifer’s cocky grin, fighting back wasn’t solving anything anyway.
The sweaty blonde leaned down, placing his hands next to Zell’s side and rearing his head towards the indent in the middle of his chest. “Doesn’t concern me right now. All I want is to taste you.” A wet tongue left a trail across his chest as Seifer quickly guided a nipple into his mouth, heat and teeth teasing it into further hardness. Before Zell could think straight and grapple the head away, Seifer abandoned the nub and kissed downward lazily, each accompanied by a quick lick before and after. When he reached the dip of flesh just above his crotch, he tongued it deeply, practically fucking it as he flicked his tongue rapidly into it. A bellybutton was never supposed to feel that good.
The head of his weeping dick rubbed against Seifer’s neck, the bobbing as the older fighter swallowed was softly thumping at his tip. Seeking more contact, Zell started to thrust upwards in time with Seifer’s movement. A low sensual hum vibrated against his stomach, the tremor traveling down the throat to stir against his dick. An unexpected laugh escaped Zell as he writhed good-naturedly, knees spreading apart giving Seifer more access, as he lost himself in the passive sensations. Eyes glanced at the ceiling, his mind amplifying the touch. Unlike before, Seifer wasn’t challenging him by mixing pain with pleasure; he wasn’t sucking too hard or biting, moving too fast or using the distraction to prepare him for penetration.
It was probably a bad idea to lower his defenses so early in the game, but Zell had never felt passion at a low boil. Playful sex that was simply enjoyment and not a battle of egos. So what if it was temptation’s promise in exchange for submission? Enjoying the sensations that stirred and calmed him at the same time, he hadn’t made any pledges, hadn’t vowed to return the favor or let Seifer claim his prize early. He was pretty sure the week would end with him as nothing more than a cum-filled hole, a sex toy flipped around in uncomfortable positions that maximized Seifer’s pleasure.
Sturdy hands gripped the back of his thighs and pulled him upwards to rest them against Seifer’s broad shoulders. Nearly vertical, Zell tried to stabilize himself on his own shoulders as he was haphazardly suspended. Nevertheless, as Seifer straightened his back the top of Zell’s head barely swept the bed, the brunt of his weight perilously balanced on slick skin over slick skin. It was a dizzying position to be in, his ass resting just under Seifer's chin, the center of his shoulders prodded by Seifer's erection. The only solid thing he had to rely on for stability was Seifer's strength and physical presence. Long arms wrapped around his waist from behind, steadying him as Seifer began his onslaught on a patch of skin that Zell had neglected his entire life. Wet heat lapped at his taint, the tongue making a short stop to dig into his opening, slide upwards, and then coat his sac in spit. No longer premeditated, the touches grew in fervor, a mouth undecided on where to lavish attention as it sucked on his balls, bit along his inner thigh, tongued his hole.
Zell’s unfettered moans, his legs squeezing the sides of the head with the delightful tongue, his hands seeking purchase on Seifer’s thrusting hips so close to his raging hard on; none of those were really helping maintain a semblance of self control for the taller blonde. One arm inched upwards and grabbed a leg near the hip and pulled it away, giving him more space to move in; the other fanned its fingers downwards till it reached the tattooed side of Zell’s face and sunk a thumb into a warm mouth that welcomed it and sucked. The growl that followed was approving and followed down as Zell slipped unto the bed, squirming from the attention at his crotch. Another possessive growl ground out from Seifer’s chest as he swallowed the entire length of Zell’s dick in one go.
“Shit, oh fuck. Ahh.” The abrupt sensation had Zell curving his back into it, his mouth open in rushed breaths, the invading thumb alternatively sucked and pushed against to remove it. His right hand reached for the molten rod jabbing at his back and began to stroke it in jumbled turns as Zell’s mind was tumbling out of control, his upside down view of the room ripping away his sense of balance. The weightlessness invading his being only had one center of gravity and that was being sucked on aggressively. “I’m gonna… Fuck, I’m gonna…”
Seifer released him to Zell’s utter surprise and dismay. “It’s too soon, I’ve barely started.” The voice came out grudgingly and Zell understood why when he saw the sweat covered brow, eyes darkened in lust, lips red and swollen. Even the cock at his stilled hand was radiating need as it jerked against his fingers. Seifer wasn’t anywhere close to climax, he probably could go on long after Zell’s own stamina had petered out. It was embarrassing, but he’d always been a quick shooter whenever any attention was placed on his dick. He couldn’t even jack off for long.
At that moment he didn’t care, the brink was a painful place to stay at and he wanted the wash of pleasure to envelop him. He squeezed the cock, his thumb rubbing at the tip in small circles and sucked the thumb at his mouth, his tongue slowly caressing the juncture of nail and skin. Seifer smiled openmouthed, eyes closed and nuzzled Zell’s thigh. After less than a minute, Zell figured that Seifer wasn’t going to suck him into orgasm with that alone. He bit on the thumb to gain Seifer’s attention and soothed it away before he met his eyes. “Please.” It will probably feel demeaning in two minutes, but desperate times.
Seifer groaned uncontrollably and squeezed his arms reassuringly, the hand by Zell’s face leaving his mouth to tangle itself in his hair. Moist pressure enveloped Zell tugging at his foreskin then pushing down as Seifer bobbed less than half a dozen times. The first jet of cum hit the back of Seifer’s throat and was swallowed, the rest accumulating on his tongue as his lips milked the head. Zell expected friction-filled pain to follow like before, a hungry mouth demanding more than he had to give. Instead Seifer let go and maneuvered the legs off his shoulders, laying Zell down and then moving towards his face. His hand found Zell’s right and urged it to return to stroking his ever-fuller cock to which he happily obliged as he rode the waves of his intense pleasure.
Foreheads met, the sweat mingling, noses touching. Zell looked deeply at the intensely green eyes, lust stripping the grey away, and felt suddenly small. There was something in those eyes that seemed bigger than sexual power plays and erotic games. Something intense and dangerous, something that went past want into need, and he was the suddenly aware target. “Don’t kiss me.” It was said low, a whisper against the storm brewing in the man above him. A small prayer, that carried no force, asking only for an inconsequential choice to remain his.
A wave of upset flickered across Seifer’s face, his body all of a sudden too heavy on top of Zell’s, his forehead digging tightly against his own, pushing Zell’s head deeper into the bed. It passed so swiftly the tattooed fighter would have thought that he imagined it, except that those green eyes had cooled; grey skittering across the edges once more. Fingers brought him back into the now, urging his mouth to open. He did so, expecting Seifer to bury his tongue down his throat, too tired to keep fighting over a silly thing like his lips when he lost the entirety of his body over a stupid bet he shouldn’t have accepted in the first place.
Warm lips grazed his and went no further. Instead his spent seed spilled into his mouth which he barely managed to swallow in time. “You’re ass-backwards, Chickenwuss, you know that? It’s fine for me to suck your dick, but not your tongue?” Seifer slid sideways and pulled Zell along with him, resting the tattooed head against his shoulder and grabbing the unmoving hand at his crotch to urge it into action once more. “You won’t let me fuck you, won’t give me a blowjob, can’t even give a decent handjob. A kiss is too much for your delicate senses. Oh, no. Saliva exchanging places!”
Stung by the insults that hit too close to home, Zell sat up, knocking away the hand that was curling his hair behind an ear. “Fuck you, don’t make fun of me.”
Apparently surprised that criticizing someone after the throes of orgasm is a quick way of killing the mood, Seifer sprang on him to hold him down. “No, not this time. You don’t get your fill without paying back anymore. I’m not done.”
“It’s not my problem you got a plugged hose.” A fast elbow jab at Seifer’s elbow toppled the arrogant giant, but failed to free Zell from the hold.
Both of Zell’s wrists were ensnared as Seifer grinded himself, not for pleasure but to make his case. “Hey, idiot, it’s called a decent erection. In case you didn’t know, you’re the one that’s a little premature in that department.” The conversation was not headed towards sunny fields, that was for sure.
A sudden thrust of his head made no contact as Seifer ducked away, already prepared to avoid another concussion. “I don’t need this. Go fuck yourself.” Zell’s heart rate was maxing out again due to indignant fury this time around.
Seifer grinded again, this time with the full intention of seeking out satisfaction. “Hey, you owe me. ‘Please’ ring any bells?” The deepening breaths were a good enough indication that it rang plenty of Seifer’s bells.
Since the bully was keeping his head firmly on the side, Zell had a clear path to his ear at which he spat his personal opinion of Seifer’s kinks. “You got off on that more than me, asshole.” Zell hissed as the mark on his clavicle was sucked on, something he hadn’t noticed with the traumatic pain hovering earlier and then the questionable pleasure.
The door creaked open, the large frame and booming voice introduction enough that Raijin didn’t get the hint earlier. “Hey, I’m back with some sweats…WHOA, right. That’s what you meant by talking.” Before he could turn around and close the door behind himself, Zell pushed the momentarily distracted Seifer off and barreled out into the living room. Fujin glared at him for a second, saw the state he was in and tossed him one of the water bottles she had in her hands.
As Fujin sat down unperturbed and removed cafeteria food from a paper bag, Zell realized that he was really thirsty and hungry. Especially thirsty. After pressing it against his chest, he managed to loosen the cap with his good hand. He downed one bottle in a single chug and moved to grab another, Fujin’s eye flickered as a warning and handed him one more. Message clear that that was the last of his share. Before he could pry it open, Seifer had made it passed Raijin, red faced and furious.
“Come back here.” A ridiculous order that Zell had no intention of following, he doubted Seifer would jump him in front of his friends. Hopefully. They were standing around naked and reeking of sweat and sex as though it wasn’t any big thing. “You have no idea how much pressure is building up in me and if you don’t let a little out now…well, don’t say I didn’t warn you when my week comes up.” Seifer strode forward, a hand on his chest trying to be sincere, but every other body language signal was menace and intimidation.
Zell positioned himself behind the table as a barrier he could easily use to outmaneuver Seifer’s intent on capturing him. Fujin wasn’t too pleased by this; however she sighed and held up a sandwich Zell quickly snatched up with the same hand that held the bottle. “Like that is supposed to convince me. Just gives me more reason to not do it. In fact, I don’t have to do any of it.” He ripped the wrapping with his teeth, mouth salivating at the promise of a meal after who knew how long.
Never taking his eyes off Zell, Seifer accepted the orange juice bottle Fujin tapped against his hand, snapping the cap off and drinking half of it in one gulp. “Don’t pussy out, you agreed.” Zell snorted dismissively as crumbs fell from his mouth, sandwich half gone. “I mean it. I’m holding back for your fucking benefit, not mine. Your promise of that week is the only leverage you have left.” An unwrapped sandwich of considerable better ingredients than the one Zell had just finished was offered to Seifer which he also accepted in his other hand.
The bottle emptied quickly as Zell knocked it back, washing the quick meal down. “Is that a threat? Gotta be afraid of the big bad bully?” A sudden side step propelled Zell across the room towards Raijin. He tried grabbing one of the bundles in the meaty arms, but Raijin shook his head and handed him the other one. “I nearly beat you. If I had gone for your back instead of head on, you’d be paralyzed and I’d win, hands down.” He slipped the pants on first, using Raijin as a shield to run around in case Seifer tried to take advantage of the moment. In a fraction of a second he popped his head through the shirt, one side tangling for a long moment as he pushed his hurt hand through.
The sandwich, half-eaten, was placed on the table, the empty juice bottle next to it. “That was before you received a little handicap.” Seifer didn’t bother with trying to get dressed; however Fujin held up Zell’s jacket and sneakers to let him decide what to do with it. “And if I had used the gun part of Hyperion, you’d be dead before you’d laid a single blow on me, hands fucking down.” He tossed them towards Raijin in a bundle, Zell reaching for them before they hit the broad exposed chest.
Confused by this last act, Zell held his belongings close and decided to cut out while he was ahead. “Fujin, I know you don’t like me, but if you don’t open that door I am going to break it down.” She raised her eyebrows, amused at his daring and crossed her arms in cool defiance. Okay, that didn’t work.
Seifer smiled at her and nodded towards the door. “Let him go. He’s just a pest right now.” Her expression smoothed out, a tinge of sadness that Zell couldn’t understand though he noticed it. He ran out without exposing his back to anyone, unease welling inside at the sudden change of Seifer’s disposition.
As he ran down the hall all he could think of was the mess that he had gotten himself into. Not a tiny, ruined-my-day mess. A life altering mess that would haunt him for a long time. Nonetheless, he had agreed, -despite the fact that he might have broken his word already- and despite Seifer’s assurance that he’d fix his mangled hand, which seemed like bullshit, it had healed wrong and there’s no potions or spells that cure past that. That’s why people still have scars or missing fingers. At least it wasn’t his dominant hand; he might still have a chance to prove he was Garden material. At least he had family and a home outside of here; unlike the orphans that had no life outside of the institution’s walls. At least the fight hadn’t killed him.
It was late evening, a few cadets hauling backpacks towards their rooms. So it was the end of the weekend, a single day lost. He ran to his room and slammed the code in, once inside, he slid against the door. “That was weird.” Raijin and Fujin’s relationship with Seifer was very odd and open, but somehow not surprising. Guess it happens whenever people hang out together for too long. Talking about friends that went the extra mile bubbled up a memory of one of his own. “Where’s Lou?”
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A/N:
Since you demanded it, here's a part of the next chapter. I write long chapters like a mofo, don't I?
Chapter 5: Fight part 3; Chapter 6: Decisions part 2
Don't hold back. I'd appreciate some candidness.
un f-locked
Title: Hands on experience. Chapter 6: Decisions Part 1
Pairing: SeiferxZell
Rating: NC-17.
Warning: Nudity, threat of violence, actual violence and…sex, yes there’s also sex in here. Didn’t think that you’d be surprised.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, but I do own the story.
A/N: went back to Fight Part 3 and fixed a mistake. It was supposed to be Zell’s left that received the wounds from Hyperion and was badly burned, since that’s where the tat is at.
Fire raced across his skin, hungrily smoking his clothes away. Muscles curling, bones snapping, the stench of burnt hair and flesh as his head was consumed in flame, all of his senses still damnably alive.
Zell awoke.
Gasping breaths not getting enough air, he couldn’t breathe. Heat enveloped him and trapped his confused body that still felt scorched nerves cry out for oblivion. His hands fumbled, now mismatched, against the wall of warmth. Before he could punch through his prison to escape, strong hands clamped over his mouth and throat, a familiar voice commanded in a whisper. “QUIET.”
He felt another set lift away the shackles that surrounded him and saw that it was Raijin moving a muscular arm and leg, connected to a sleeping Seifer. A naked sleeping Seifer. The urge to kick ass swam through his head, but before he could sway his limbs to attack the hand at his neck pinched down, cutting off blood flow, rendering him unconscious once more.
Zell awoke again.
It was slower this time, with voices seeping in and out like waves. He remembered a class he took with Lou, about what to do if captured, about keeping still and aware. “Did you have to knock him out, Fu? He’s not doing that great in the first place, ya know?” Raijin’s voice sounded close, yet varied in volume. He was spacing back and forth by the echo of it.
“VIOLENT.” Her sudden bark, a wave of force, not volume, nearly startled Zell upright. She was sitting by his side, near his head.
“Yeah, at least we got him in time before he woke up Seifer. Man needs his rest; he got his head banged pretty badly.” The pacing voice stopped in its tracks, feet thumping away on the carpet into another room and returned quickly. “Should have figured that wasn’t going to stop him from getting what he wants. He’s spread over the bed, probably looking for this little guy.”
“STUPID.” Even knowing she was there didn’t prepare Zell for her sudden speech. It was always shocking, and he had no idea how the rest of the goon troop ever got used to it.
“Oh, come on, Fujin. You saw Zell move out there. He’s a little firecracker; no wonder Seifer likes him in bed.” The mattress dipped, the blankets covering Zell tightened as Raijin sat next to him.
“BAD!” She had leaned forward, her slim frame hovering above him. Zell ventured a single eye to see what was happening and her finger was jabbing Raijin’s chest.
Raijin backed away, placing a placating hand over hers. “We’ve been over this; he can take care of himself. And besides, he won anyway. Zell’s gonna keep his word, ya know?” The other hand settled on his shoulder, the same one that had blistered Ifrit knew how long ago. Phantom pains barreled to Zell’s core, derailing his attempts at being stealthy as he jerked upwards.
Fujin had quickly leapt across the room, hand trailing the wall towards her weapon; “Whoa, hold on there.” Raijin took the opposite route and wrapped his arms around Zell from behind to hold him down.
A debilitating ghost of flame exploded across his chest wherever skin contacted skin. “Aaah. Dammit, let go.” The fighter reeled as his vision swam, unanchored pain stripping his senses away.
Raijin wrestled with a fist that tried very hard to mash his face in. Zell hissing as the arm at his chest tightened. “You really are that sensitive, ya know? The wounds are healed, well most of ‘em.”
The short blonde twisted around readying his other hand to free himself. The fingers stopped too far from his palm. “What the…” His struggling stopped as he turned his wounded hand, experimenting with his grip and noting the large patch of nondescript skin. “What? No. Oh, shit. Nonono. Dammit.”
Raijin slammed against a wall as Zell arched back, the force of his movement not enough to get loose. “Calm down, yeah, I know it looks bad. I shoulda cut the glove off, but you were bad off and…” Another crash shook the wall, Fujin standing at the ready; anger a small crease on her forehead as she waited for a sign from Raijin that he needed help.
Before a third bang took place, Seifer had come in and wrapped his arms around Zell from the front. “Raijin, it’s okay. I’m taking care of it.” The glancing kicks and blows went ignored as he slammed Zell against the bed.
Ache heartbeated up his pale wrist, his legs pinned underneath and mind still staggering at the sudden jolts of liquid heat. “Hands off, asshole.” The weak grip at Seifer’s bicep alarmed Zell, till he remembered that it was going to be this way for the rest of his life.
Seifer glanced behind him and nodded at Fujin and Raijin, his mouth quirked in enjoyment. “Can you two get us some clothes? Hate to put you out, but we need to talk.” His face returned to square off to his captured award, the short hair mussed at odd angles, eyes alight in predatory amusement, mouth full of teeth with a red tongue pinched between.
A tight grimace angled upwards, rebelliousness snarling back. “We have nothing to talk about.” The injured palm was brought up; Seifer’s mischievous tongue circled once before he planted a hard kiss on it, his eyes never leaving Zell’s stricken ones. “Okay, I knew going in that I could get injured, but I never thought…Fuck what am I going...” A quick tug freed the hand, its numb fingers wiping at his reddened eyes.
Zell winced as he felt Seifer’s arm tighten possessively. “Don’t worry about it.” Before he could squeeze his knees between them to push out, a sure hand gripped his face and kept it still as Seifer demanded his attention. “Hey, look at me. I’m going to fix it.”
Stars burst in his eyes as he slammed his forehead against the one above him. Done more out of reflex. Through tight teeth, he spoke as though he hadn’t just defended his personal space. “It’s already been healed. There’s nothing left to do.”
Seifer rubbed at the point of impact, his face momentarily pale as he fought to remain awake. “Shut up, listen to me. There’s ways to…” Light fingers trailed across Zell’s ribs as he spoke, the feel of them might as well be burning red metal from which Zell couldn’t help but flinch unexpectedly. “Stop freaking out.”
“Stop touching me.” He snapped back, cheeks reddening. It was getting hard to breathe as adrenaline teetered down in his veins. His words were getting heavy to choke out as nerves misfired the wrong messages. “It still hurts, why does it feel like I’m still burning?”
Teeth scrapped along his neck as Seifer lifted them both to sit upwards, turning Zell around. “Your brain just hasn’t caught up with your body. It happens. The more you stress out, the worse it feels.” Zell was settled between muscular legs, the cock there making its presence known against the cleft of his ass. “Look, just look at this. See, you’re not hurt.” A firm hand stroked against the new skin, sending shockwaves that tensed already strained muscles.
Zell shut his eyes, pained tears brimming against his lashes. “Yeah fucking right.” His right hand trembled slightly as he grabbed the offender at his side; his left stumbled uselessly as he pushed away.
A disinterested wave removed the hand as Seifer angled his head to lead Zell’s sight downward. “Shut up. Watch my hand. Feel that. Just look.” The fingers fanned out smoothing the skin on Zell’s upper arm, rubbing along the contours of his physique. At the crux of the elbow, a second set of fingers joined up, friction moving in wide circles till they reached the hand. Individual pale fingers were pulled, massaged and flexed. Two firm thumbs pressed against the palm, digging through the skin to knead the weakened muscles underneath.
At first, the touch burned as he expected, but the constant pressure started to ease in. Awareness of his wellbeing was reconciling itself with the memory of his seared fingers being pulled apart, every breath a dagger at his side as the skin on his chest was still too alive. “Ha, ha. It’s not hurting as bad.” His heartbeat slowed as he calmed down and settled into the comforting warmth at his back.
Seifer’s voice seemed husked out as both hands pressed against his side, one hand trailing down his thigh. “See, just follow my lead.” Short nails grazed across the border of new skin and old, pursuing a single minded purpose as they traced the inner thigh ever closer towards Zell’s awakening need.
A sudden push back did nothing except squeeze the stirring erection trapped between them. “Seifer, you can stop.” His hand shot out to pause the one on his thigh, the fingers still scraping lazily, stoking a new flame in his center.
Seifer’s teeth latched unto his ear, a hot tongue soothing the pinched flesh. The hand still at his side reached upwards, caressing a nipple with day old nerves that felt any touch too keenly. “Ugh. Stop it.” The hasty bucking caused Seifer to groan appreciatively as his cock slipped deeper into the cleft.
Zell’s stronger hand had forgone its duty at his lower half in order to protect the nub of young flesh that was torturously flicked by a calloused thumb and index finger. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. Don’t…” Invasive digits reached underneath his sac and stroked at the flesh between that and his twitching hole, the palm rubbing hard on his balls as his dick swelled.
Breath flowed over his shoulder as Seifer kissed along his neck, teeth gripping tightly whenever he sucked hard on the skin. “Don’t fight it. It feels good, you feel so good.” To prove his point he lifted Zell and leaned him forward, thus maneuvering his hard on as it pulsed into fervent stiffness and accompanied the hand teasing along his balls.
Zell’s strong arm leveled forward in order to support his weight. Seifer’s hands were too busy exploring along his skin to hold him up alone. His weak hand could barely hold onto the one at his chest, now trailing his six-pack, a thick pinky nudging itself into his bellybutton. “I don’t…I don’t wanna…” The feeling at his groin intensified as the fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed downward, tightening his testicles against the skin enveloping them.
“Stop lying, just give in for once. I beat you, you’re mine.” The wet mouth moved down his back, following the knobs of his spine. It was a short trip as Seifer kept his head at Zell’s shoulder blades, sucking on the ridge left by the healed burn.
A quick bending of his arm leaned his upper body down, Seifer in tow. “No, no. It’s for a week. Fall vacation. Not now, not yet.” The quick arching backwards collided Seifer’s jaw against his back, the nicks of teeth breaking skin were a small price to pay for jarring his attacker’s senses.
Knees gave out as Seifer placed his full weight on the unprepared body beneath him, his jaw writhing against Zell’s back, working back and forth testing his bite. “Technicality. You’re mine, accept it.” A hot tongue lapped at the small cuts, hands sliding underneath to return to their tasks.
“Get off me! I’m not your property.” Impulsive thrashing only aided in encouraging Seifer on; more than once had the bastard’s erection pushed against his unprepared hole, a trail of precum dancing along his thighs and the intimate flesh between his legs.
A harsh groan forced its way out of Seifer's mouth, his hips stilled as his large cock made one last slow stroke up Zell’s ass. The bully raised his body, sitting on his haunches, and twisted Zell around to face him. “Stop struggling and enjoy it. I’m not going to fuck you, ok?”
Eyeing the erection pointed straight at his mouth, Zell snarled as he pulled himself up on his elbows. “Yeah right. Not gonna suck you off.” Despite his obvious arousal, the last week had been a trial of humiliation and helplessness that gnawed on some core beliefs as his newly ignited sexual appetite disregarded his self-esteem and principles. He could tell that he was getting too aggressive, not measuring his blows as well, simply attacking because he had no idea what else to do. And that was the problem, wasn’t it? He didn’t feel smart enough to figure out a happy middle ground rather than just pummeling his problems away or giving in. And judging by Seifer’s cocky grin, fighting back wasn’t solving anything anyway.
The sweaty blonde leaned down, placing his hands next to Zell’s side and rearing his head towards the indent in the middle of his chest. “Doesn’t concern me right now. All I want is to taste you.” A wet tongue left a trail across his chest as Seifer quickly guided a nipple into his mouth, heat and teeth teasing it into further hardness. Before Zell could think straight and grapple the head away, Seifer abandoned the nub and kissed downward lazily, each accompanied by a quick lick before and after. When he reached the dip of flesh just above his crotch, he tongued it deeply, practically fucking it as he flicked his tongue rapidly into it. A bellybutton was never supposed to feel that good.
The head of his weeping dick rubbed against Seifer’s neck, the bobbing as the older fighter swallowed was softly thumping at his tip. Seeking more contact, Zell started to thrust upwards in time with Seifer’s movement. A low sensual hum vibrated against his stomach, the tremor traveling down the throat to stir against his dick. An unexpected laugh escaped Zell as he writhed good-naturedly, knees spreading apart giving Seifer more access, as he lost himself in the passive sensations. Eyes glanced at the ceiling, his mind amplifying the touch. Unlike before, Seifer wasn’t challenging him by mixing pain with pleasure; he wasn’t sucking too hard or biting, moving too fast or using the distraction to prepare him for penetration.
It was probably a bad idea to lower his defenses so early in the game, but Zell had never felt passion at a low boil. Playful sex that was simply enjoyment and not a battle of egos. So what if it was temptation’s promise in exchange for submission? Enjoying the sensations that stirred and calmed him at the same time, he hadn’t made any pledges, hadn’t vowed to return the favor or let Seifer claim his prize early. He was pretty sure the week would end with him as nothing more than a cum-filled hole, a sex toy flipped around in uncomfortable positions that maximized Seifer’s pleasure.
Sturdy hands gripped the back of his thighs and pulled him upwards to rest them against Seifer’s broad shoulders. Nearly vertical, Zell tried to stabilize himself on his own shoulders as he was haphazardly suspended. Nevertheless, as Seifer straightened his back the top of Zell’s head barely swept the bed, the brunt of his weight perilously balanced on slick skin over slick skin. It was a dizzying position to be in, his ass resting just under Seifer's chin, the center of his shoulders prodded by Seifer's erection. The only solid thing he had to rely on for stability was Seifer's strength and physical presence. Long arms wrapped around his waist from behind, steadying him as Seifer began his onslaught on a patch of skin that Zell had neglected his entire life. Wet heat lapped at his taint, the tongue making a short stop to dig into his opening, slide upwards, and then coat his sac in spit. No longer premeditated, the touches grew in fervor, a mouth undecided on where to lavish attention as it sucked on his balls, bit along his inner thigh, tongued his hole.
Zell’s unfettered moans, his legs squeezing the sides of the head with the delightful tongue, his hands seeking purchase on Seifer’s thrusting hips so close to his raging hard on; none of those were really helping maintain a semblance of self control for the taller blonde. One arm inched upwards and grabbed a leg near the hip and pulled it away, giving him more space to move in; the other fanned its fingers downwards till it reached the tattooed side of Zell’s face and sunk a thumb into a warm mouth that welcomed it and sucked. The growl that followed was approving and followed down as Zell slipped unto the bed, squirming from the attention at his crotch. Another possessive growl ground out from Seifer’s chest as he swallowed the entire length of Zell’s dick in one go.
“Shit, oh fuck. Ahh.” The abrupt sensation had Zell curving his back into it, his mouth open in rushed breaths, the invading thumb alternatively sucked and pushed against to remove it. His right hand reached for the molten rod jabbing at his back and began to stroke it in jumbled turns as Zell’s mind was tumbling out of control, his upside down view of the room ripping away his sense of balance. The weightlessness invading his being only had one center of gravity and that was being sucked on aggressively. “I’m gonna… Fuck, I’m gonna…”
Seifer released him to Zell’s utter surprise and dismay. “It’s too soon, I’ve barely started.” The voice came out grudgingly and Zell understood why when he saw the sweat covered brow, eyes darkened in lust, lips red and swollen. Even the cock at his stilled hand was radiating need as it jerked against his fingers. Seifer wasn’t anywhere close to climax, he probably could go on long after Zell’s own stamina had petered out. It was embarrassing, but he’d always been a quick shooter whenever any attention was placed on his dick. He couldn’t even jack off for long.
At that moment he didn’t care, the brink was a painful place to stay at and he wanted the wash of pleasure to envelop him. He squeezed the cock, his thumb rubbing at the tip in small circles and sucked the thumb at his mouth, his tongue slowly caressing the juncture of nail and skin. Seifer smiled openmouthed, eyes closed and nuzzled Zell’s thigh. After less than a minute, Zell figured that Seifer wasn’t going to suck him into orgasm with that alone. He bit on the thumb to gain Seifer’s attention and soothed it away before he met his eyes. “Please.” It will probably feel demeaning in two minutes, but desperate times.
Seifer groaned uncontrollably and squeezed his arms reassuringly, the hand by Zell’s face leaving his mouth to tangle itself in his hair. Moist pressure enveloped Zell tugging at his foreskin then pushing down as Seifer bobbed less than half a dozen times. The first jet of cum hit the back of Seifer’s throat and was swallowed, the rest accumulating on his tongue as his lips milked the head. Zell expected friction-filled pain to follow like before, a hungry mouth demanding more than he had to give. Instead Seifer let go and maneuvered the legs off his shoulders, laying Zell down and then moving towards his face. His hand found Zell’s right and urged it to return to stroking his ever-fuller cock to which he happily obliged as he rode the waves of his intense pleasure.
Foreheads met, the sweat mingling, noses touching. Zell looked deeply at the intensely green eyes, lust stripping the grey away, and felt suddenly small. There was something in those eyes that seemed bigger than sexual power plays and erotic games. Something intense and dangerous, something that went past want into need, and he was the suddenly aware target. “Don’t kiss me.” It was said low, a whisper against the storm brewing in the man above him. A small prayer, that carried no force, asking only for an inconsequential choice to remain his.
A wave of upset flickered across Seifer’s face, his body all of a sudden too heavy on top of Zell’s, his forehead digging tightly against his own, pushing Zell’s head deeper into the bed. It passed so swiftly the tattooed fighter would have thought that he imagined it, except that those green eyes had cooled; grey skittering across the edges once more. Fingers brought him back into the now, urging his mouth to open. He did so, expecting Seifer to bury his tongue down his throat, too tired to keep fighting over a silly thing like his lips when he lost the entirety of his body over a stupid bet he shouldn’t have accepted in the first place.
Warm lips grazed his and went no further. Instead his spent seed spilled into his mouth which he barely managed to swallow in time. “You’re ass-backwards, Chickenwuss, you know that? It’s fine for me to suck your dick, but not your tongue?” Seifer slid sideways and pulled Zell along with him, resting the tattooed head against his shoulder and grabbing the unmoving hand at his crotch to urge it into action once more. “You won’t let me fuck you, won’t give me a blowjob, can’t even give a decent handjob. A kiss is too much for your delicate senses. Oh, no. Saliva exchanging places!”
Stung by the insults that hit too close to home, Zell sat up, knocking away the hand that was curling his hair behind an ear. “Fuck you, don’t make fun of me.”
Apparently surprised that criticizing someone after the throes of orgasm is a quick way of killing the mood, Seifer sprang on him to hold him down. “No, not this time. You don’t get your fill without paying back anymore. I’m not done.”
“It’s not my problem you got a plugged hose.” A fast elbow jab at Seifer’s elbow toppled the arrogant giant, but failed to free Zell from the hold.
Both of Zell’s wrists were ensnared as Seifer grinded himself, not for pleasure but to make his case. “Hey, idiot, it’s called a decent erection. In case you didn’t know, you’re the one that’s a little premature in that department.” The conversation was not headed towards sunny fields, that was for sure.
A sudden thrust of his head made no contact as Seifer ducked away, already prepared to avoid another concussion. “I don’t need this. Go fuck yourself.” Zell’s heart rate was maxing out again due to indignant fury this time around.
Seifer grinded again, this time with the full intention of seeking out satisfaction. “Hey, you owe me. ‘Please’ ring any bells?” The deepening breaths were a good enough indication that it rang plenty of Seifer’s bells.
Since the bully was keeping his head firmly on the side, Zell had a clear path to his ear at which he spat his personal opinion of Seifer’s kinks. “You got off on that more than me, asshole.” Zell hissed as the mark on his clavicle was sucked on, something he hadn’t noticed with the traumatic pain hovering earlier and then the questionable pleasure.
The door creaked open, the large frame and booming voice introduction enough that Raijin didn’t get the hint earlier. “Hey, I’m back with some sweats…WHOA, right. That’s what you meant by talking.” Before he could turn around and close the door behind himself, Zell pushed the momentarily distracted Seifer off and barreled out into the living room. Fujin glared at him for a second, saw the state he was in and tossed him one of the water bottles she had in her hands.
As Fujin sat down unperturbed and removed cafeteria food from a paper bag, Zell realized that he was really thirsty and hungry. Especially thirsty. After pressing it against his chest, he managed to loosen the cap with his good hand. He downed one bottle in a single chug and moved to grab another, Fujin’s eye flickered as a warning and handed him one more. Message clear that that was the last of his share. Before he could pry it open, Seifer had made it passed Raijin, red faced and furious.
“Come back here.” A ridiculous order that Zell had no intention of following, he doubted Seifer would jump him in front of his friends. Hopefully. They were standing around naked and reeking of sweat and sex as though it wasn’t any big thing. “You have no idea how much pressure is building up in me and if you don’t let a little out now…well, don’t say I didn’t warn you when my week comes up.” Seifer strode forward, a hand on his chest trying to be sincere, but every other body language signal was menace and intimidation.
Zell positioned himself behind the table as a barrier he could easily use to outmaneuver Seifer’s intent on capturing him. Fujin wasn’t too pleased by this; however she sighed and held up a sandwich Zell quickly snatched up with the same hand that held the bottle. “Like that is supposed to convince me. Just gives me more reason to not do it. In fact, I don’t have to do any of it.” He ripped the wrapping with his teeth, mouth salivating at the promise of a meal after who knew how long.
Never taking his eyes off Zell, Seifer accepted the orange juice bottle Fujin tapped against his hand, snapping the cap off and drinking half of it in one gulp. “Don’t pussy out, you agreed.” Zell snorted dismissively as crumbs fell from his mouth, sandwich half gone. “I mean it. I’m holding back for your fucking benefit, not mine. Your promise of that week is the only leverage you have left.” An unwrapped sandwich of considerable better ingredients than the one Zell had just finished was offered to Seifer which he also accepted in his other hand.
The bottle emptied quickly as Zell knocked it back, washing the quick meal down. “Is that a threat? Gotta be afraid of the big bad bully?” A sudden side step propelled Zell across the room towards Raijin. He tried grabbing one of the bundles in the meaty arms, but Raijin shook his head and handed him the other one. “I nearly beat you. If I had gone for your back instead of head on, you’d be paralyzed and I’d win, hands down.” He slipped the pants on first, using Raijin as a shield to run around in case Seifer tried to take advantage of the moment. In a fraction of a second he popped his head through the shirt, one side tangling for a long moment as he pushed his hurt hand through.
The sandwich, half-eaten, was placed on the table, the empty juice bottle next to it. “That was before you received a little handicap.” Seifer didn’t bother with trying to get dressed; however Fujin held up Zell’s jacket and sneakers to let him decide what to do with it. “And if I had used the gun part of Hyperion, you’d be dead before you’d laid a single blow on me, hands fucking down.” He tossed them towards Raijin in a bundle, Zell reaching for them before they hit the broad exposed chest.
Confused by this last act, Zell held his belongings close and decided to cut out while he was ahead. “Fujin, I know you don’t like me, but if you don’t open that door I am going to break it down.” She raised her eyebrows, amused at his daring and crossed her arms in cool defiance. Okay, that didn’t work.
Seifer smiled at her and nodded towards the door. “Let him go. He’s just a pest right now.” Her expression smoothed out, a tinge of sadness that Zell couldn’t understand though he noticed it. He ran out without exposing his back to anyone, unease welling inside at the sudden change of Seifer’s disposition.
As he ran down the hall all he could think of was the mess that he had gotten himself into. Not a tiny, ruined-my-day mess. A life altering mess that would haunt him for a long time. Nonetheless, he had agreed, -despite the fact that he might have broken his word already- and despite Seifer’s assurance that he’d fix his mangled hand, which seemed like bullshit, it had healed wrong and there’s no potions or spells that cure past that. That’s why people still have scars or missing fingers. At least it wasn’t his dominant hand; he might still have a chance to prove he was Garden material. At least he had family and a home outside of here; unlike the orphans that had no life outside of the institution’s walls. At least the fight hadn’t killed him.
It was late evening, a few cadets hauling backpacks towards their rooms. So it was the end of the weekend, a single day lost. He ran to his room and slammed the code in, once inside, he slid against the door. “That was weird.” Raijin and Fujin’s relationship with Seifer was very odd and open, but somehow not surprising. Guess it happens whenever people hang out together for too long. Talking about friends that went the extra mile bubbled up a memory of one of his own. “Where’s Lou?”
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A/N:
Since you demanded it, here's a part of the next chapter. I write long chapters like a mofo, don't I?
Chapter 5: Fight part 3; Chapter 6: Decisions part 2