Fanfic: Hands on Experience Chapter 8: Indecision Part 1
Title: Hands on experience. Chapter 8: Indecision Part 1
Pairing: SeiferxZell
Rating: NC-17.
Warning: Nudity, threat of violence, actual violence aggressiveness and…sex, yes there’s also GRAPHIC sex in here. A LOT OF IT Didn’t think that you’d be surprised. You know, swearing should have been in the warning from day one. I have a potty mouth.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, but I do own the story.
Chapter 1: Hands on Experience ; Chapter 2: Temptation ; Chapter 3: Hunger; Chapter 4: Outed part 1; Chapter 4: Outed part 2; Chapter 5: Fight part 1; Chapter 5: Fight part 2; Chapter 5: Fight part 3; Chapter 6: Decisions part 1; Chapter 6: Decisions part 2; Chapter 7: Misconceptions part 1; Chapter 7: Misconceptions part 2; Chapter 7: Misconceptions part 3
To any anonymous commenters, I always appreciate the replies. In case you don’t see my response, here’s my thanks.
The soothing rumble of the train that had lulled Zell asleep now woke him up as he nearly slipped sideways to the floor. It had stopped; the sound of distant hissing, settling gears and clicking metal taking its place.
He was still leaned up against Seifer, knees bent, arms tensed from his awakening around the muscular neck. His legs carried the brunt of his position, a tingle that coursed up his feet as blood started to seep back in. He tried to straighten them out, shift to one side and sit on the bench seat, but he was caught in an Almasy death grip as strong hands had laced fingers and locked at the small of his back. Funny, that would have prevented him falling in the first place. He managed to get his legs up, so at least his weight rested on his ass instead, except now he could feel the rarely limp cock cushion him. He reached between them and pulled it upwards to rest against his slightly stiffer one, his fingers stroking in wonder at how soft the flesh felt when not filled with blood, noting the slight red welts left by the string. A sly grin at the memory tried to gloat, but he bit on his lips in order to not tempt fate.
Nose pressed against Seifer’s hair, he inhaled deeply and grinned open-mouthed as the musky scent of sweat enveloped his senses. It was a clean smell of a healthy male body. Heady without being overpowering. His workout clothes carried a similar aroma, but it didn’t arouse him like another man’s could. The lazy pleasure it gave him almost dragged him back to sleep, but Zell wasn’t done exploring a resting Seifer for once.
He licked the dip in front of Seifer’s throat, the taste of salty sweat still strong enough to sizzle on his tongue. Zell didn’t think he would ever say it out loud but the bully was so mouthwateringly delicious. Just thinking of Seifer’s cock flushed the tattooed face red as spit flooded his mouth. And maybe it’s because Zell had allowed himself to enjoy it, but even cum tasted orgasmic. He managed to keep his breath from thundering out too loudly as he licked the dips between muscles and scrapped each nipple with his teeth.
Hands sneaked between coat and skin and slipped the heavy garment off Seifer’s defined shoulders, the ripped vest now the only thing his seducer wore. On the left side, he leaned in to watch his thumb dance in between muscles and press the nook of the elbow, the skin taut and warm as he could feel the soft bump of a heartbeat. Intrigued, he pressed his ear just above Seifer’s heart and let the ba-dump seep into his brain, the vigorous might soothing and reassuring. Even the slight rise and fall of his breathing seemed timeless and unshakeable.
He pressed his wilted crest against Seifer’s chest and enjoyed the view of rippling muscle flow downwards to a V that showcased the goods. It seemed every strand of muscle was a well-defined craftsmanship. Sculpted perfectly, Zell envied how naturally Seifer maintained his physique. While he had spent endless hours doing sit-ups, chin-ups, push-ups and more-ups than his bored mind wanted to name, he had gained strength and tone, but no muscle build-up and little definition that made his arms and legs seem scrawny. He didn’t want thick limbs like an ape; still, he was tired of being underestimated because of his boyish looks.
Fingers trailed the valleys and hills down the sides and up the middle of Seifer’s torso. He could name every muscle individually. Knew when they were flexed or released. It was hard to follow in his own body unless he pumped himself with an intense workout just before. The bastard was asleep and he looked like a sculpture measured in perfect ratio, every inch toned, strong and so attractive.
Forceful need bellowed up his middle as he grinded back and forth, his mouth busy with Seifer’s long neck. An inkling of an idea teased the back of his thoughts, something forbidden that he'd barely allow himself to imagine, much less mention. It seemed like an impossible dream, yet it turned him on regardless. Seifer was an ultra-top on the one hand and would mock him to no end. On the other, Zell had a very short fuse connected to his dick as even now he felt his balls tighten as he dripped precum into Seifer’s bellybutton and smeared his tip in it, his thumb and forefinger rubbing hard at the head bringing him closer. Short, broken gasps escaped from between his teeth as he tried to slow down, to hold it in, to stop and make it last, but his body contradicted his desires as he stroked harder.
Once more, just like every other time, the exquisite pain and ecstasy demanded quick release and he had no way of stopping himself.
Too far gone inside himself, he hadn’t noticed that the person he was humping like mad had been awake for a while now. That is, till the hand gripping the base of his dick, tight and jolting him still. Breath still haggard, he craned his neck to look at Seifer. “Hey, Chickie, having fun without me?” His other hand, the one still ridiculously gloved, stroked the side of Zell’s face and held him in place as Seifer motioned his face closer and rubbed noses, their breaths jumbling as they inhaled with near lips.
His orgasm startled into compliance, Zell was unbelievably clear-headed and reacted on gut-instinct. Good hand clutched the gloved one, he shot forward and bit the lower lip and held it hostage as his tongue soothed the tightened skin between his sharp teeth. Grey-green eyes, wide and surprised, darkened as Zell could feel Seifer melt under him. Stiff fingers from his wounded hand slowly lowered eyelids as Zell released the now-swollen lip. “Oh, what’s that? Is the big guy stirring awake? I need to be quiet, huh. Don’t want to be caught. I’m not done playing yet.” It was a gamble, but Zell had learned a lot about his tormentor in past day.
First off, Seifer wanted more than his ass and mouth which, while disconcerting at how blatantly he went about it, meant that he couldn’t get it by forcing Zell into anything. So all Zell had to do to get his way was give in a little, then threaten to take it all away. Like now, as he easily placed Seifer’s hands back to rest over his ass and had him lean back against the bench, matching his actions to his words. “You have such a hot body. Everything’s big on you. Not just your cock. Like your fingers, your arms, your neck. Makes me want to lick you up.”
After seeing Seifer threaten that old guy, Zell was having some serious second thoughts. Not so much for his personal safety, but of getting stuck faraway from Balamb and not being able to get back on his own in time. Of Seifer losing his temper and making things unpleasant by giving an ultimatum that it was his way or the highway. Not to mention how easily he lifted the guy one-handed and Zell wanted to be picked up that way, thrown down and fucked hard. But with Almasy ego, he'd had to deal with taunting along with the violent strength that made his pants tight. “You’re the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen. Ten times better than in Warrior’s body which, by the way, you still have.” Gods, how can a chuckle make him gush inside? “Shh, you’re asleep.”
Nonetheless, back then Zell watched Seifer’s reflection as he stroked the choker that still felt alien on his skin, saw the crushing worry change his stance from raging warrior to forlorn lover. Yes, he never thought he could ever think of Seifer and lover in the same moment, but there it was. Seifer didn’t want a fuck-buddy or a fling, not anything as fleeting as that. And that knowledge gave Zell the upper hand, the first time since time immemorial. Though he should have just left for good, leave before things got messy, having power over Seifer was addicting. It was arousing. It was liberating as he allowed himself to just be and not worry about ulterior moments. “The real deal, not just a computer program or body makeup to trick the camera.”
Zell didn’t feel the same way, about wanting a deeper connection. Not even close. He hoped he didn’t, anyway. “With the stamina to back it up.” He could feel the cock fill up in his hand, slow and warming, so different from the usual rigid inferno that greeted his body.
Affection, sex, fun and games? Yes. That was all great, and he could admit that Seifer stirred in him some strong emotions he couldn’t name, but none of it was love. And though he could forgive every cruelty rained on him as entertainment, he couldn’t forget it that easily. He clutched the memory of that first time, of a promise for experience without any attachments. “And…and a talented mouth, too. And…”
He wanted a boyfriend, somebody to love and care for, somebody to cherish and come home to, but till then he would have some fun and practice with a hot body that just happens to belong to a somewhat possessive and violent jerk. “Shit, I don’t know.”
A jerk that was feigning sleep and letting Zell do whatever he wanted because he asked. That was trying to keep from grinning as Zell tweaked his nipples and pressed his body against his chest, caressing their dicks between them.
He decided it was best to just stop thinking about everything before he tangled inside any worse. He didn’t like feeling conflicted, his heart aching one moment then raging the next. It was just very good sex, that’s all. Zell may be literally playing with fire, but he wanted satisfaction more than he cared about Seifer’s long term feelings. “You know how to make it feel so good and intense and make it last.”
Shit, now he felt guilty like a sleazeball for thinking it. Just go with it, stop thinking. “Gods, you’re such an asshole.”
Calloused fingertips worked their way up his spine, as Seifer nuzzled his head. “You okay?” Voice soft, yet gruff at once, low in volume, but heavy in meaning. Out of the corner of his eye, Zell could see that Seifer had a slight frown that tried to stay level and serious. Was frustrating worry that easy to read off his own face? Was that what Seifer was picking up as Zell played then stopped then played again, like a toy with rundown batteries? That and insulting him after praising him like a teen pop fan? He could feel himself sink in dangerous waters, the edges of a meaningful breakthrough or break up skirting around them. Mixed up inside, he wished that everything had stayed black and white, that neither of them had changed. Seifer already knew what he wanted and was determined to get it, but he was an arrogant, self-serving jerkface that could be really nice when…
“ARRGHHH! Just fuck me already!” Zell bounced himself up on Seifer’s lap and harshly stroked the cock to stand fully up. He wanted to stop thinking. He needed to stop thinking. This wasn’t happening. He didn’t want to like Seifer.
The deep rumbling sigh that barreled out of the broad chest shouldn’t sound sexy. “I don’t have any lube.” Which makes absolutely no sense. Just like traveling without his gunblade. It feels like it should be a lie.
As he worked his thumb between foreskin and cockhead, he groaned petulantly. “Just spit on it.” He should be trying for more authority, be more demanding than childish, but the flux of confusion brought on by the collapse of one relationship and the creation of a possibly deeper one was getting to him worse than he feared.
Fingers trailed softly down the cleft of Zell’s ass and lightly stroked at his hole. “Not when you’re this tight. It’ll hurt too much.” It was so much clearer when nothing Seifer did was soft and light, only tricks and pain and humiliation.
Flustered at the same tired excuses, Zell bonked his head against Seifer’s chin and squeezed his balls tightly down, enough sting to remind Mr. Reformed how he turned pain into pleasure. “I don’t care. The pain will go away and then it’ll feel really good. We’ve already been through this.”
Voice deeper in pitch, anger starting to boil through, yet still restrained by concern. “Exactly, I already fuck you hard once. There’s more to it than just that. I want to do it right next time. I want to get inside you without it feeling like I’m tearing you in two.” And why would he want to do that for? Why bother trying to do things right? It’s been done.
Zell released Seifer from his stranglehold and slipped his left leg underneath Seifer’s right, crushing their crotches even closer as he pulled the taller blonde’s hips upwards. “I want this, ok? I want it to hurt. Just like the ol’ days. You fuck with me, force me to like it, I do, we cum, end of story.” It didn’t even feel good anymore; his sudden upset had robbed him from the erotic high he had been nursing so far.
Rapid movement had Seifer switch dynamics; his hands now lifting Zell as he hooked his leg to unbalance the martial artist to the floor. Both now tangled on carpet, Seifer hunched up as he straddled Zell’s waist yet framed their faces eye to eye. “Is that what this is about? You don’t want me nice?”
Distracted by the position, his dick had jutted right into Seifer’s crack, Zell pressed his mouth against Seifer’s bent arm. He took deep breaths and refused to look into those intense eyes that menaced to swallow him whole. Did he want Seifer to continue being kind and thoughtful, yet sexually aggressive? Or did he want everything to be simple again? “…yes.”
A fierce grip jerked his head back. “Be clearer.” Zell could see the jaw working underneath, mouth loose in fake indifference.
Determined to get out of this miserable impasse, he gripped the muscular ass and mimed thrusting as his semi-hard dick grazed Seifer’s crack. “Be an asshole and fuck mine now.” The motion of fucking Seifer lit that forbidden thought into glaring reality, hardening his dick and his resolve to get things back to normal.
Reaching around Seifer gripped Zell and grinded back unexpectedly. “Thought you didn’t like it when I’m like that.” His smirk held no humor as he squeezed harder, eyes cool.
A sharp hiss slowly ebbed out as pressure welled deeper. “Well… I don’t.” Though no longer aroused he stroked Seifer’s cock on his belly. Better to keep at this level. To have sex when they’re both angry and return to the usual status quo.
In a quick turn, emotions flipped as Seifer, improbably apologetic, released him and held Zell’s head in his hands, his thumbs rubbing circles on his temples. “No, no. I’m not doing this. I’m not letting you get to me. I’ve come to an understanding about you, Chickie. It’s not that you’re a cocktease. Just the awkwardest person on the planet.”
“I’m not.” His head felt too full with what Seifer just did, he shut his eyes and grimaced.
Slim lips, slightly moist, pressed against his eyelids, the brush of them as Seifer spoke ticklish. “You are. And that’s part of the charm as long as I make allowances for your indecisive ways.”
Refusing to be lulled into submission, Zell tore his face sideways, one hand now stroking his cheek as the other buried itself in his hair. “Listen, okay? I can’t…”
Teeth grazed back and forth as a tongue sneaked out against the shell of his ear. “Yes, you can. I’m gonna teach you the clarity of certainty. Week hasn’t even started for us and…”
Incredulous, Zell snorted and pushed Seifer hard enough to put some space between their faces. “There is no ‘us’. There’ll never be an ‘us’.”
Amused and undeterred, Seifer sprang back and settled his lips right above Zell’s. His eyes piercing in intensity. “You say that now.” Though the pinned fighter could sense the intent of ravaging him senseless, Seifer was respecting his limits.
Refusing to appreciate the consideration, Zell pressed his hand against Seifer’s cheek and shoved him aside. “I mean it. If you can’t keep it to just sex…” Continuing his struggle to get out from under the larger frame, he used more strength than necessary as Seifer banged the adjacent edge of the bench and scooted unto his haunches. “I’m not leading you on. This isn’t a mixed message, I don’t want you assuming I’m into you like that ‘cause I like being affectionate.”
Rubbing his shoulder, Seifer grinned menacingly, then shot forward and grabbed Zell by the ankle. He gracefully stood up as the world turned upside down for Zell, his fingertips barely able to reach the carpet, so he aimed for the seat instead. But Seifer gripped him by the knee with his other hand and pulled him upwards, then again by the hip, till his ass was a breath away from Seifer’s mouth. “Disorienting, isn’t it, Chickie? That’s how you make me feel every time you change your mind.”
Actually, it was only disorienting for a moment, since Zell’s combat specialty had him spinning in all directions and he always regained his sense of balance quickly enough to never feel nauseated. It was more arousing than anything else, a show of strength, but the dangling fighter doubted that was Seifer’s intention. “You just like picking me up, asshole. Even before we fucked around. It’s just a power trip for you.”
The lap of a tongue he expected, but not the teeth that followed and bit down hard. As heat and blood rushed the area, Seifer licked the reddened bite on his ass and stroked Zell’s swelled dick, holding Zell up with an arm wrapped around his waist. “Funny that you like coming along for the ride.”
Worn-out on fighting and ready to have violently coated sex without the fearsome romance stoking the flame instead, he stopped idly struggling and just let the pleasure seep inwards.
Then shouting and banging doors broke into their small world, another interruption that ruined the moment in what had been a rollercoaster of tumbling bodies and twisted emotions since he woke up.
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Training had Zell reflexively shoot upwards to gain a better defensive position. However, this meant he tightened his thighs around Seifer’s head, burying the perplexed face between ass and dick, using the broad, yet still humanly fallible, neck as a leverage point as he misjudged-slashed-forgotten that the roof was lower than their combined heights. He had no time to consider how pretty the stars in his eyes looked as the unbalanced, blinded and suffocating Seifer fell to his knees in a struggle to pry Zell’s steel-hardened thighs from his head.
The mishap took less than a few seconds, but they both felt the damage already echoing in their bodies. “For Hyne’s sake, can you NOT be impulsive for one second?” Zell could see Seifer tug on his nose, though it didn’t look broken and as the runny snot poured out, there wasn’t a trace of blood, so that was good.
The difficulty he was having turning his head and standing back up. Not so good.
“Seifer, shit. I didn’t break anything, did I?” As he stood, he felt a slight sway tilt the room. A quick shake of his head cleared it out as he stumbled to the older warrior and felt along the neck. Muscles bulged stiffly, locking the neck in place, the skin reddened and taut. Evolutionary safeguards to prevent much, much worse.
Seifer stood up stiffly, knees buckling as he fought his body.“You almost broke my spine, idiot. Thankfully, my body is strong enough to handle your little fits.” As Seifer grabbed hold of his neck he expected to be headbutted, yet fingers raked through his hair as they studied the bump forming there.
Not liking being coddled, Zell knocked the hand away and reached for his clothes tossing Seifer's his way. “It wasn’t a fit, there’s shouting out there and it’s getting louder. That means it’s getting…”
“Closer. Yeah, I took basic too. Sounds like commands, must be soldiers…” A quick glancing around as he slipped into his slacks led to a knowing grin. “Great, they’re timberlakes, not much of threat except for nervous trigger fingers.”
Out the window was a rectangle of brownish black with poor lighting from above. “How can you tell it’s Timber? We’re in a tunnel.”
A naked arm wrapped around Zell's shoulder to usher him closer. “Travel as much as me, you recognize the architecture.” Seifer pointed out details unhurriedly. “See that masonry on the wall? Skinny rectangles? And the iron gilding on the hanging light? Classic Timber.”
Zell shrugged, refusing to be impressed. He had an interest in architecture, engineering and machines, but it was all book reading. Little details like that didn't pop up. “Fine then, smartass. That doesn’t change the fact that we have hostile forces barreling towards us, we have no intel on why or which side we’re supposed to be on. Not to mention you're half-naked.” The shouts were still a bit away, so he flopped down to put on his shoes. No point risking a broken toe if he could avoid it.
His hands were pushed aside as Seifer tightened the laces himself, his mood oddly happy.“Gotta pay more attention to history and current politics. Timber is a continuously invaded providence. Even Trabia held control of this area for a time. Every time they regain their freedom either through war or diplomacy, another country has its eye on them. Port town, transportation hub, rich natural resources and exploitable population? Sound familiar?” Nudging himself between Zell's legs, his hands easily slipped up the baggy pants.
Zell, weirded out by the fingers caressing his thighs, maneuvered himself free and stood up. “What are you talking ‘bout?”
Disappointment etched his lingering smile as he sat up to put on his shoes. “That if Balamb wasn’t directly tied to a Garden and fell under its umbrella of protection, you’d be raised around paranoid and whipped people.”
Biting back the sense of outrage at the thought of his hometown as occupied territory, Zell shouted the first thing that came to mind. “Why would anyone want to invade Balamb, it’s just a fishing town.”
“Heh, you’re just proof the propaganda’s working.” Cocky arrogance, the type that's impossible to convince through reason.
“What the fuck are you talking ‘bout?” Zell gave up, token anger to get back on track. “None of that explains why there are armed soldiers going room through room.”
“Timber isn’t under anybody’s thumb and their logging economy has recovered enough to be profitable again. That means that a bigger power, probably Galbadia since they spent a ton of money reconstructing Deling, is going to sink their teeth in soon.” Seifer was becoming insufferably smug and Zell wondered again why he wanted him to be that way.
He didn't want a history lesson, just a quick rundown and a fight plan. “And how is doing this going to stop anything?”
Misunderstanding Zell's meaning, Seifer criticized Timber some more.“It isn’t. But like I said, paranoid. They probably think there’re spies on this train going back to Galbadia central to report on Timber’s forces. Or Galbadia already has control and they're looking for guerrilla groupies. Timber's military is pretty fickle.”
That caught Zell's attention. His 'owner' for the week had kept quiet on that, everything was on a need-to-know basis. “That’s where we’re going? Galbadia?”
“Ruined the surprise.” Seifer shrugged, soured by whichever plans he had just lost.
Zell scratched his head, feeling calmer since Seifer was so laid back. “Ha, then tell me then. What are we going to do?”
Pushing off the bench, his neck cricked as it sorely turned side-to-side.“Depends on who we get. But even if we meet up with anybody with a hair-trigger, those guns aren’t magically enhanced. As long as we’re junctioned…” Open-mouthed, eyes wide, breath held, Seifer froze on the spot. One hand on his neck, the other on his hip, like a startled model in a perfume ad
A cold stone fell in his gut as he guessed what it was. “Seifer?”
Unfrozen, he clutched Zell's collar and shook him once. “It’s a four-day course, why haven’t you taken it?”
“I haven’t gotten around to it. In martial arts we gotta get strong naturally before enhancements. Better body awareness that way.” He had thought of taking it after the crippling burn, but a physical exam would have turned up his weakened left side. Zell needed time to strengthen up enough to at least bullshit his way through it.
From collar to neck to the sides of Zell's face, Seifer kept him in place, willing the past to change. “I took it when I was fourteen, the second I had the qualifications. You have any idea how vulnerable you are without magic junctions?”
The fighter sneered as he felt insulted and degraded, he wasn't made out of glass; spent too long and too much work to be reduced so easily. “I kicked your ass without…”
Palm met tattooed forehead as Seifer cut him off, worried anger thrumming in his words. “Moron, you’re a zero-distance fighter, hand-to-hand combat. Some pinbrain with good aim a hundred feet away can down you before you reach him. I get hit by a bullet it bounces off because the fuckin’ magic lessens the impact of sudden focused kinetic energy. You get hit by a bullet, it goes through you!”
A sudden banging, the shuffling of feet as shadows creeped in from the bottom of the door. “This is the Timber National Defense Forces, open up!” As Zell's body tensed for a fight, he jolted as he felt lips on the corner of his mouth. Seifer's grip tightened on his neck and through his hair as he whispered a growl that rooted Zell to the spot. “Stay behind me, do only as I say, do not speak, don't let them bait you. This isn't a suggestion, there's no other options, and you understand because I want you to.”
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There were shouts and posturing, gun barrels pointed their way and a rushed search of the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Zell watched as his carefully packed bag was dumped on the bench to be looked at for less than a minute. Instead, he focused on Seifer's back, the way his hands danced to his words as he answered questions and made snide jokes.
In the same rush as when they came in, they suddenly left ensured by the half-naked and weaponless tourist that they were traveling just for pleasure and nothing else. Couldn't they smell it in the air?
Zell exhaled roughly, his nerves still on edge as the suspense lasted longer than the actual confrontation. “That was it? Scare tactics?”
“Well, yeah. Can't give targets time to escape, anyone freaking out immediately becomes suspicious.” Seifer quickly repacked his bag, the few bottles and clothes stuffed away. The tension in his back visibly dissipating as the shouts ceased and an announcement apologizing for the delay was heard overhead. “Act entitled and fearlessly insulted, they assume we have status and fuck with us less. Had a girlfriend that was an expert, though she's still daddy's little rich girl no matter how she rebels.”
A much larger pile awaited him, but Zell would take his time with it later. “They said they were looking for domestic terrorists. Guess Galbadia's already taken over again.” He picked up a shirt and started to fold it, thinking of the nearest independent towns. “Do you think they'll go after Dollet? Maybe Garden will get involved?”
“Galbadia has a Garden, they wouldn't hire us. Dollet's got money though. And Kramer needs a conflict for the next SeeD exam.” He walked over, large and in charge, and picked up a lotion bottle from Zell's things. “Won't be any time soon. Dollet gets snowed in, Galbadia never risks invasion during winter.” White and unscented, the lotion smeared fingers as Seifer rubbed them. “Take your clothes off.”
His head still hurt and there was a restless exhaustion ringing throughout his body. Not to mention a thirst tickling the back of his throat and hunger tightening his stomach. They had spent hours on the train and was only half-way there, the adrenaline from the non-confrontation itching to be released. So no, Zell wasn't in the mood. “How about we, I dunno, don't? I haven't had anything since lunch, I'm done with interruptions and I really don't feel like it, 'k?”
Seifer glanced his way, probably thinking the same yet not wanting to give in so easily. He slid up the cabin's window, the icy breeze strong as the train picked up speed, the faraway purples of the setting sun moments from succumbing to night's onslaught. “We'll be at Deling by morning, I'll get you breakfast there. Twice the food for half the prize.” He slumped on the opposite bench, rubbing the lotion into his neck. “Give it a couple of hours and we can sneak into first class and take a shower. Come here.”
Taking his time, Zell tucked away the clothes he had folded and turned around. The command had no force in it, but he could tell that he was expected to comply as Seifer kept his arms open. It was a test, felt like it, creeped up his spine and made him want to strike out, just because. He cocked his head sideways, ready to complain that he already said no when the choker shifted and grazed his neck. The room was cooling, but the pine scented air was refreshing and Seifer always felt warm. He made a promise, fighting now wasn't going to make him feel better, so he leaned down face to face. “No games?”
Arms pulled him in closer till he was forced to sit on Seifer's lap, lips and teeth pressed against his forehead. “No games.” One hand slipped under Zell's shirt, smoothing out the skin on his side, to his stomach then back again, the other quickly freed from its glove to sneak a thumb between waistband and hip. “I'm going to keep it simple, no expectations, just follow orders.”
The slow caresses were light, fingertips gliding across invisible hairs. It felt good and calm, without demands. Breaths cascading down the back of his head, across his neck, the metal becoming more focused in his attention as it coldly made its presence known. This sleep-inducing trance as nerves awoke to appreciate the warmth beneath was too perfect. Zell scowled and hated it because he liked it so much, but he couldn't help but doubt if it was genuine or just a well-planned ruse to lower his defenses. “Nothing's simple with you.”
The rumble of a chuckle burrowed into Zell's ear, pressed as it was against Seifer's throat. So typical, yet it didn't clue him in one way or the other, so Zell rolled his eyes unseen and watched the landscape darken as the last of the day's resistance were defeated once more.
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He didn't sleep, neither of them had. Yet time passed wordlessly.
That is till Zell, taking in by the moon's constant presence, felt like revealing a bit of his past. “You know how the moon's always at the same spot no matter how fast you go. I mean, I know why since it's so big and faraway we aren't really doing that much distance ourselves. Know what I mean, that no matter how fast or how far, it's nothing in the big scheme of things.” Twisting around, he tried to see if Seifer was even listening and got an 'uh-huh' for his effort, so he settled back down.
“I got this memory when I was a little kid that really stands out. Don't remember the details but Ma and Grandpa were there and I was on a boat. It was racing, foam skimming the sides, the sky just exploding with stars and the moon was freaking me out. I was really scared, even Grandpa and Ma, don't know why, but I didn't feel okay with them. It took a lot for me to finally tell Grandpa that the moon was chasing us, that it was gonna sink the ship or something. He tells me instead that it's just watching over, making sure we have a safe trip. That at sea a full moon's the best for traveling.” Zell nuzzled his head into the crook between neck and shoulder, the odd feelings of his oldest memory bubbling up.
Arms tightened, the chill of the air biting at his exposed skin, but it was a nice sensation in contrast. “It still freaks you out a little, doesn't it? Expect the moon to turn on you any second.” It didn't escape Zell that Seifer had taken it personally. But that's what self-centered assholes do. Even if it was true. How can anything that big and alien be trusted? So he shrugged noncommittally in answer, ready to let time slip by again.
Seifer shifted underneath, then spoke as his hands became more adventurous. “I've been traveling a lot. Missions all over, trains, cars, boats, you name it. When I get bored, I imagine a runner hurdling over stuff in the scenery. Jumping over rocks, swinging from trees. Just trying to keep up. It's kinda monotonous when it's only swimming, so on boats running guy gets to ride dolphins.”
Zell sat up, arm outstretched and separating them. A smile of bewildered amusement easily at home on his face. “You're bullshitting me.”
A grin full of teeth replied, hands dipping into beltless pants to grope freely. “Says the guy afraid of the moon. You think monsters are gonna pour out of it?”
“That's ridiculous. Pleeease.” Leaning down quick, Zell bit at an earlobe just enough to sting. As Seifer brought up a hand reflexively he slid away, playful and daring. As Seifer stood up Zell darted away, tiptoeing around his clothes, knees bent as he feigned to the right and jumped to the left. Seifer just played to his strength, and spread his arms cornering Zell in the small cabin. Just as he closed in, Zell jumped on him, ankles locked against his lower back, arms wrapped around his neck. “Caught you, I win.”
Hugging fiercely, Seifer kissed and bit at Zell's throat, up his jawline, breathing hard as he pinned the smaller body against the door. “Gods, I want in.” His body weaved back and forth as his pants shimmied down to his ankles, getting kicked off along with shoes.
Zell grinded back, his own mouth licking and biting as he buried one hand through hair and the other struggled to unzip his pants. He'd been horny before, but this sudden hit was intoxicating. The room took a dizzying turn as he found himself pinned on the floor, Seifer above smiling as he tugged off Zell's shirt, teeth following after to nip at his chest as hands fondled his dick. Legs finally free, Zell spread them and pressed himself against a thigh. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” The squirt of the bottle, cold contact between his legs, a hot mouth encasing his dick relentlessly. He gasped, hips rocking, the floor vibrating to the rhythm of the tracks into all of his nerve endings and came.
Seifer swallowed licking the head as he squeezed the base of his cock, pushing down on his sac. Teeth gritted and eyes shut, he moaned as he took deep breaths, his other hand rubbing slick pleas to be let in. “Fuck, I can't...” Without question he scooted up, his cock at Zell's lips which was eagerly sucked and licked, one hand holding him up, the other gripping hair. Knees buckled as Seifer started to fuck, the soft inner cheeks teasing him along as he came loudly, hips rolling as he pulled out, his spunk spreading over a pink tongue and swollen lips. He gulped, an ache of need pained his expression as his grip tightened. “You said this wasn't kissing.” He leaned in, one hand holding on to Zell's neck, the other firmly entrenched at the back of the head and shoved his tongue against Zell's.
Shocked, Zell didn't fight it as the unfamiliar presence bullied his tongue, sucking it into Seifer's mouth as spit flooded his. It was sloppy and urgent, demanding and breath-taking, aggressive and hungry as every move was countered by threatening fingers that dug into him, a heavy body pressing him down. As Seifer finally pulled away, he took in roaring breaths. “Just shoving my tongue down your throat, right?” Without waiting for an answer, his hands went back down, the smooth nozzle of the bottle pressed against his asshole, lotion squeezed in past the ring of muscle.
Bright and fiery pain exploded off his shoulder as Seifer bit down, all pretense of gentleness forgotten. Zell squirmed and hissed, still trying to catch up. Fingers fought each other to pierce him first, the hand on his dick too harsh in its strokes. Things were going downhill quick and everything had been too mindblowing good to let it happen. “It starting to hurt, you said you were gonna do it right.”
Seifer paused, his breaths ragged as they thundered past Zell's ear. “Don't say stop. One little thing doesn't go your way, you want to stop.”
Defensiveness welled up, a fight itching to break out. Forcing a kiss wasn't some little thing, freaking out and going overboard by getting mean wasn't one little thing. If Seifer would stop being such a selfish prick, taking everything he wanted without thinking about Zell, then they could have had a really good fuck. A really, really good long and hard fuck. Shit! Shitdammitfuck! “Don't stop, asshole. Just make me feel good.” He pulled Seifer's hair and decided to take this stupid condition back and own it. Taken off-guard, Seifer gripped loosely at Zell's hands as teeth clicked and lips smashed against each other. It was uncoordinated and messy, missed marks and tongues pushing against each other. Noses bumped as breath mixed, the air thinning between them. Zell pulled away, Seifer following after, so he bit on the bottom lip till it bled. Then licked it soothingly. “That's for your lovebite, jerk.”
Seifer sucked in his lip, spreading the blood over his teeth, then wiped it away. “Little devil likes to play.” Smug eyes, victorious smirk, he leaned over and nuzzled at Zell's neck, his hands back to stretching. His fury tamed, insecurities squelched, none the wiser that Zell was biting his tongue to keep from gloating as he couldn't believe that worked.
Minutes passed and cocks swelled, the need getting too strong to wait on. “Do slow and gentle some other time. Mood I'm in, I'd jump you and ride it hard anyway.” Seifer pressed his fingers, two in deep; fast strokes that had Zell sit up and moan as he grinded down on them. “Fuck yeah!”
“That's what I wanted to hear.” Seifer pulled him unto his lap, his cockhead pressed hard against the winking hole as Zell cursed into his ear. More lotion, the bottle nearly empty, was smeared all over the cock. One of those non-greasy, quick drying brands so very much not suited for sex, but necessity demands. “Press down, fuck yourself first. Show me how you like it.”
Zell leaned back, Seifer holding his cock steady in one hand, the other on Zell's hip. As he felt the head nudge against him, a flash of memory of the first time pummeled his senses. But he fought it and pressed down, the fluttering in his stomach tensing his muscles. He inhaled deeply trying to loosen up, to ride the wave and let go of the past. Since that wasn't working, he let gravity do it's thing and let his weight free fall at the right angle.
Okaaay, that was a mistake. Seifer noticed as he started to stroke his sac and suck on his adam's apple, turned on as hell. Zell tried again, legs shaking as muscles shuddered in sympathy as he managed to get the head inside. Seifer groaned as he started to kiss along Zell's tattoo, his smile present in every touch. “You're doing good, doing great. So fuckin' hot and tight.” At least someone is enjoying themselves as hips strained to not buck up.
Seifer's cock was thick, big head, then slim underneath then widened towards the middle. It felt like an arm and Zell was stuck at the wrist; hurt to pull out, hurt to push in. The longer he waited the worse it was gonna get and he wanted his happy fun times. He plunged down, harsh and intense, Seifer moaning as Zell croaked out his gasps. He sat down, legs spread wide as hairs tickled his taint, Seifer's hands on his hips as he rocked back and forth, microthrusts intensifying everything. The train bumped along the silent night, empty fields spreading as far as the eyes could see and Zell looked out to the constant moon. He felt like screaming at it.
It hurt and he was angry. Not just for now, but back then. Because he was literally doing this for fuck's sake. It didn't matter that Seifer couldn't be enjoying himself more, he did it to himself. And the way Seifer was moving their hips was starting to feel good, the rush of his breath as he muttered was sexy as hell, and Zell was right back to horny enough to not care. So he let it go and started to bite skin and grind.
It didn't take long before he pulled away then slammed down, moving his ass around as he searched for different angles. Seifer stirred up badly enough to push Zell down into a missionary so he could fuck faster, his cock pulling free on some strokes and smearing skin as it tried to get back inside. “So good, so fuckin' good. Doesn't this feel better, every fuckin' inch?” Zell didn't respond back. He wasn't that much of a talker, but fuck, yeah. He felt it alright, the heat, the sound, the pleasure hiding that sting underneath. Then it turned up a notch as Seifer raised Zell's waist and turned him sideways, one leg on top of Seifer's thigh, the other underneath.
It was relentless as Zell felt balls slam against his, hands tightly gripping his thighs as rivulets of sweat chilled in the fall breeze. He looked up at Seifer, the bright moonlight highlighting his face. Brow furrowed, eyes closed, mouth open in a slacked-jaw grin, how the mighty have fallen. Zell pushed off the floor, his legs unbalancing Seifer so he landed on top. Surprised but not deterred, he caught his fall, then laid down. Zell brought their faces level as he bottomed out, his insides squeezing Seifer as he stroked his dick. “I'm going to cum. You wanna feel it?” A short nod, breaths mingling as Zell brought his lips close and jerked himself off. He could feel muscles he didn't know he had squeeze and shudder against Seifer's cock, the ring of muscle pulsating as his orgasm hit. The way hands kneaded his ass, the frantic humping, the swelling of his cock, Seifer was on the edge and Zell meant to push him off.
Moist and precarious, a tongue teased lips and as Seifer's sneaked out he shot forward, sinking his all into the kiss as his hands reached behind and stroked the flesh between sac and his hole. His fingers felt the strain as balls tightened up and skin wrinkled, the odd sensation of cum coating him inside. Seifer pumped hard, his orgasm drawn out as he refused to pull out and end the kiss. Zell broke it by standing up, the sudden empty feeling contradicting the phantom sensation from fucking. As Seifer leaned on his elbows, Zell toyed with the cum on his stomach, tracing odd symbols around his bellybutton. “I can feel it leaking out. Wanna see?”
Seifer was speechless, cocky grin plastered on his face, so he nodded as he bit his bottom lip. Zell turned around and spread his cheeks, looking over his shoulder. Can't say he's surprised as Seifer clambers up and starts to eat him out, moaning happily. It hits him harder than normal, his asshole more sensitive to the tongue-fucking so he collapses. Seifer's cock is within reach, still hard and throbbing, so Zell reaches for it and start to suck it clean as pleasure hums at his hole, Seifer stroking his dick. They're gonna fuck again, he knows it and as it builds up an unbidden thought has him wonder what would Ma say if she saw him now.
He feels like throwing up, because it's supposed to be disgusting, not erotic and he feels guilty that he doesn't see it that way. Facing the window, the ever present moon fat and white as it never left the sky. Witness to every dirty deed done under cover of darkness. He hates it, wants it to go away, to stop chasing him and judging him. Yet.
Yet the breeze is nothing like the sea's. Full with tree sap, earthy and thick. But it feels the same as then, having to learn to trust, to let a defense down, to just be.
He twists around to face Seifer, the smell between them heady with sex. He presses their foreheads against each other and wills eyes to meet, to make a promise to be kept. “Don't make me regret this. Don't make me regret not fighting you every step of the way.” Then he closed his eyes and let himself be kissed; mouth invaded, tongue held hostage and breath stolen away.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but I'm back in business, so expect more soon.
BTW, in case it wasn't obvious Grandpa, Ma and Zell on the boat was right after he was adopted.
Pairing: SeiferxZell
Rating: NC-17.
Warning: Nudity, threat of violence, actual violence aggressiveness and…sex, yes there’s also GRAPHIC sex in here. A LOT OF IT Didn’t think that you’d be surprised. You know, swearing should have been in the warning from day one. I have a potty mouth.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, but I do own the story.
Chapter 1: Hands on Experience ; Chapter 2: Temptation ; Chapter 3: Hunger; Chapter 4: Outed part 1; Chapter 4: Outed part 2; Chapter 5: Fight part 1; Chapter 5: Fight part 2; Chapter 5: Fight part 3; Chapter 6: Decisions part 1; Chapter 6: Decisions part 2; Chapter 7: Misconceptions part 1; Chapter 7: Misconceptions part 2; Chapter 7: Misconceptions part 3
To any anonymous commenters, I always appreciate the replies. In case you don’t see my response, here’s my thanks.
The soothing rumble of the train that had lulled Zell asleep now woke him up as he nearly slipped sideways to the floor. It had stopped; the sound of distant hissing, settling gears and clicking metal taking its place.
He was still leaned up against Seifer, knees bent, arms tensed from his awakening around the muscular neck. His legs carried the brunt of his position, a tingle that coursed up his feet as blood started to seep back in. He tried to straighten them out, shift to one side and sit on the bench seat, but he was caught in an Almasy death grip as strong hands had laced fingers and locked at the small of his back. Funny, that would have prevented him falling in the first place. He managed to get his legs up, so at least his weight rested on his ass instead, except now he could feel the rarely limp cock cushion him. He reached between them and pulled it upwards to rest against his slightly stiffer one, his fingers stroking in wonder at how soft the flesh felt when not filled with blood, noting the slight red welts left by the string. A sly grin at the memory tried to gloat, but he bit on his lips in order to not tempt fate.
Nose pressed against Seifer’s hair, he inhaled deeply and grinned open-mouthed as the musky scent of sweat enveloped his senses. It was a clean smell of a healthy male body. Heady without being overpowering. His workout clothes carried a similar aroma, but it didn’t arouse him like another man’s could. The lazy pleasure it gave him almost dragged him back to sleep, but Zell wasn’t done exploring a resting Seifer for once.
He licked the dip in front of Seifer’s throat, the taste of salty sweat still strong enough to sizzle on his tongue. Zell didn’t think he would ever say it out loud but the bully was so mouthwateringly delicious. Just thinking of Seifer’s cock flushed the tattooed face red as spit flooded his mouth. And maybe it’s because Zell had allowed himself to enjoy it, but even cum tasted orgasmic. He managed to keep his breath from thundering out too loudly as he licked the dips between muscles and scrapped each nipple with his teeth.
Hands sneaked between coat and skin and slipped the heavy garment off Seifer’s defined shoulders, the ripped vest now the only thing his seducer wore. On the left side, he leaned in to watch his thumb dance in between muscles and press the nook of the elbow, the skin taut and warm as he could feel the soft bump of a heartbeat. Intrigued, he pressed his ear just above Seifer’s heart and let the ba-dump seep into his brain, the vigorous might soothing and reassuring. Even the slight rise and fall of his breathing seemed timeless and unshakeable.
He pressed his wilted crest against Seifer’s chest and enjoyed the view of rippling muscle flow downwards to a V that showcased the goods. It seemed every strand of muscle was a well-defined craftsmanship. Sculpted perfectly, Zell envied how naturally Seifer maintained his physique. While he had spent endless hours doing sit-ups, chin-ups, push-ups and more-ups than his bored mind wanted to name, he had gained strength and tone, but no muscle build-up and little definition that made his arms and legs seem scrawny. He didn’t want thick limbs like an ape; still, he was tired of being underestimated because of his boyish looks.
Fingers trailed the valleys and hills down the sides and up the middle of Seifer’s torso. He could name every muscle individually. Knew when they were flexed or released. It was hard to follow in his own body unless he pumped himself with an intense workout just before. The bastard was asleep and he looked like a sculpture measured in perfect ratio, every inch toned, strong and so attractive.
Forceful need bellowed up his middle as he grinded back and forth, his mouth busy with Seifer’s long neck. An inkling of an idea teased the back of his thoughts, something forbidden that he'd barely allow himself to imagine, much less mention. It seemed like an impossible dream, yet it turned him on regardless. Seifer was an ultra-top on the one hand and would mock him to no end. On the other, Zell had a very short fuse connected to his dick as even now he felt his balls tighten as he dripped precum into Seifer’s bellybutton and smeared his tip in it, his thumb and forefinger rubbing hard at the head bringing him closer. Short, broken gasps escaped from between his teeth as he tried to slow down, to hold it in, to stop and make it last, but his body contradicted his desires as he stroked harder.
Once more, just like every other time, the exquisite pain and ecstasy demanded quick release and he had no way of stopping himself.
Too far gone inside himself, he hadn’t noticed that the person he was humping like mad had been awake for a while now. That is, till the hand gripping the base of his dick, tight and jolting him still. Breath still haggard, he craned his neck to look at Seifer. “Hey, Chickie, having fun without me?” His other hand, the one still ridiculously gloved, stroked the side of Zell’s face and held him in place as Seifer motioned his face closer and rubbed noses, their breaths jumbling as they inhaled with near lips.
His orgasm startled into compliance, Zell was unbelievably clear-headed and reacted on gut-instinct. Good hand clutched the gloved one, he shot forward and bit the lower lip and held it hostage as his tongue soothed the tightened skin between his sharp teeth. Grey-green eyes, wide and surprised, darkened as Zell could feel Seifer melt under him. Stiff fingers from his wounded hand slowly lowered eyelids as Zell released the now-swollen lip. “Oh, what’s that? Is the big guy stirring awake? I need to be quiet, huh. Don’t want to be caught. I’m not done playing yet.” It was a gamble, but Zell had learned a lot about his tormentor in past day.
First off, Seifer wanted more than his ass and mouth which, while disconcerting at how blatantly he went about it, meant that he couldn’t get it by forcing Zell into anything. So all Zell had to do to get his way was give in a little, then threaten to take it all away. Like now, as he easily placed Seifer’s hands back to rest over his ass and had him lean back against the bench, matching his actions to his words. “You have such a hot body. Everything’s big on you. Not just your cock. Like your fingers, your arms, your neck. Makes me want to lick you up.”
After seeing Seifer threaten that old guy, Zell was having some serious second thoughts. Not so much for his personal safety, but of getting stuck faraway from Balamb and not being able to get back on his own in time. Of Seifer losing his temper and making things unpleasant by giving an ultimatum that it was his way or the highway. Not to mention how easily he lifted the guy one-handed and Zell wanted to be picked up that way, thrown down and fucked hard. But with Almasy ego, he'd had to deal with taunting along with the violent strength that made his pants tight. “You’re the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen. Ten times better than in Warrior’s body which, by the way, you still have.” Gods, how can a chuckle make him gush inside? “Shh, you’re asleep.”
Nonetheless, back then Zell watched Seifer’s reflection as he stroked the choker that still felt alien on his skin, saw the crushing worry change his stance from raging warrior to forlorn lover. Yes, he never thought he could ever think of Seifer and lover in the same moment, but there it was. Seifer didn’t want a fuck-buddy or a fling, not anything as fleeting as that. And that knowledge gave Zell the upper hand, the first time since time immemorial. Though he should have just left for good, leave before things got messy, having power over Seifer was addicting. It was arousing. It was liberating as he allowed himself to just be and not worry about ulterior moments. “The real deal, not just a computer program or body makeup to trick the camera.”
Zell didn’t feel the same way, about wanting a deeper connection. Not even close. He hoped he didn’t, anyway. “With the stamina to back it up.” He could feel the cock fill up in his hand, slow and warming, so different from the usual rigid inferno that greeted his body.
Affection, sex, fun and games? Yes. That was all great, and he could admit that Seifer stirred in him some strong emotions he couldn’t name, but none of it was love. And though he could forgive every cruelty rained on him as entertainment, he couldn’t forget it that easily. He clutched the memory of that first time, of a promise for experience without any attachments. “And…and a talented mouth, too. And…”
He wanted a boyfriend, somebody to love and care for, somebody to cherish and come home to, but till then he would have some fun and practice with a hot body that just happens to belong to a somewhat possessive and violent jerk. “Shit, I don’t know.”
A jerk that was feigning sleep and letting Zell do whatever he wanted because he asked. That was trying to keep from grinning as Zell tweaked his nipples and pressed his body against his chest, caressing their dicks between them.
He decided it was best to just stop thinking about everything before he tangled inside any worse. He didn’t like feeling conflicted, his heart aching one moment then raging the next. It was just very good sex, that’s all. Zell may be literally playing with fire, but he wanted satisfaction more than he cared about Seifer’s long term feelings. “You know how to make it feel so good and intense and make it last.”
Shit, now he felt guilty like a sleazeball for thinking it. Just go with it, stop thinking. “Gods, you’re such an asshole.”
Calloused fingertips worked their way up his spine, as Seifer nuzzled his head. “You okay?” Voice soft, yet gruff at once, low in volume, but heavy in meaning. Out of the corner of his eye, Zell could see that Seifer had a slight frown that tried to stay level and serious. Was frustrating worry that easy to read off his own face? Was that what Seifer was picking up as Zell played then stopped then played again, like a toy with rundown batteries? That and insulting him after praising him like a teen pop fan? He could feel himself sink in dangerous waters, the edges of a meaningful breakthrough or break up skirting around them. Mixed up inside, he wished that everything had stayed black and white, that neither of them had changed. Seifer already knew what he wanted and was determined to get it, but he was an arrogant, self-serving jerkface that could be really nice when…
“ARRGHHH! Just fuck me already!” Zell bounced himself up on Seifer’s lap and harshly stroked the cock to stand fully up. He wanted to stop thinking. He needed to stop thinking. This wasn’t happening. He didn’t want to like Seifer.
The deep rumbling sigh that barreled out of the broad chest shouldn’t sound sexy. “I don’t have any lube.” Which makes absolutely no sense. Just like traveling without his gunblade. It feels like it should be a lie.
As he worked his thumb between foreskin and cockhead, he groaned petulantly. “Just spit on it.” He should be trying for more authority, be more demanding than childish, but the flux of confusion brought on by the collapse of one relationship and the creation of a possibly deeper one was getting to him worse than he feared.
Fingers trailed softly down the cleft of Zell’s ass and lightly stroked at his hole. “Not when you’re this tight. It’ll hurt too much.” It was so much clearer when nothing Seifer did was soft and light, only tricks and pain and humiliation.
Flustered at the same tired excuses, Zell bonked his head against Seifer’s chin and squeezed his balls tightly down, enough sting to remind Mr. Reformed how he turned pain into pleasure. “I don’t care. The pain will go away and then it’ll feel really good. We’ve already been through this.”
Voice deeper in pitch, anger starting to boil through, yet still restrained by concern. “Exactly, I already fuck you hard once. There’s more to it than just that. I want to do it right next time. I want to get inside you without it feeling like I’m tearing you in two.” And why would he want to do that for? Why bother trying to do things right? It’s been done.
Zell released Seifer from his stranglehold and slipped his left leg underneath Seifer’s right, crushing their crotches even closer as he pulled the taller blonde’s hips upwards. “I want this, ok? I want it to hurt. Just like the ol’ days. You fuck with me, force me to like it, I do, we cum, end of story.” It didn’t even feel good anymore; his sudden upset had robbed him from the erotic high he had been nursing so far.
Rapid movement had Seifer switch dynamics; his hands now lifting Zell as he hooked his leg to unbalance the martial artist to the floor. Both now tangled on carpet, Seifer hunched up as he straddled Zell’s waist yet framed their faces eye to eye. “Is that what this is about? You don’t want me nice?”
Distracted by the position, his dick had jutted right into Seifer’s crack, Zell pressed his mouth against Seifer’s bent arm. He took deep breaths and refused to look into those intense eyes that menaced to swallow him whole. Did he want Seifer to continue being kind and thoughtful, yet sexually aggressive? Or did he want everything to be simple again? “…yes.”
A fierce grip jerked his head back. “Be clearer.” Zell could see the jaw working underneath, mouth loose in fake indifference.
Determined to get out of this miserable impasse, he gripped the muscular ass and mimed thrusting as his semi-hard dick grazed Seifer’s crack. “Be an asshole and fuck mine now.” The motion of fucking Seifer lit that forbidden thought into glaring reality, hardening his dick and his resolve to get things back to normal.
Reaching around Seifer gripped Zell and grinded back unexpectedly. “Thought you didn’t like it when I’m like that.” His smirk held no humor as he squeezed harder, eyes cool.
A sharp hiss slowly ebbed out as pressure welled deeper. “Well… I don’t.” Though no longer aroused he stroked Seifer’s cock on his belly. Better to keep at this level. To have sex when they’re both angry and return to the usual status quo.
In a quick turn, emotions flipped as Seifer, improbably apologetic, released him and held Zell’s head in his hands, his thumbs rubbing circles on his temples. “No, no. I’m not doing this. I’m not letting you get to me. I’ve come to an understanding about you, Chickie. It’s not that you’re a cocktease. Just the awkwardest person on the planet.”
“I’m not.” His head felt too full with what Seifer just did, he shut his eyes and grimaced.
Slim lips, slightly moist, pressed against his eyelids, the brush of them as Seifer spoke ticklish. “You are. And that’s part of the charm as long as I make allowances for your indecisive ways.”
Refusing to be lulled into submission, Zell tore his face sideways, one hand now stroking his cheek as the other buried itself in his hair. “Listen, okay? I can’t…”
Teeth grazed back and forth as a tongue sneaked out against the shell of his ear. “Yes, you can. I’m gonna teach you the clarity of certainty. Week hasn’t even started for us and…”
Incredulous, Zell snorted and pushed Seifer hard enough to put some space between their faces. “There is no ‘us’. There’ll never be an ‘us’.”
Amused and undeterred, Seifer sprang back and settled his lips right above Zell’s. His eyes piercing in intensity. “You say that now.” Though the pinned fighter could sense the intent of ravaging him senseless, Seifer was respecting his limits.
Refusing to appreciate the consideration, Zell pressed his hand against Seifer’s cheek and shoved him aside. “I mean it. If you can’t keep it to just sex…” Continuing his struggle to get out from under the larger frame, he used more strength than necessary as Seifer banged the adjacent edge of the bench and scooted unto his haunches. “I’m not leading you on. This isn’t a mixed message, I don’t want you assuming I’m into you like that ‘cause I like being affectionate.”
Rubbing his shoulder, Seifer grinned menacingly, then shot forward and grabbed Zell by the ankle. He gracefully stood up as the world turned upside down for Zell, his fingertips barely able to reach the carpet, so he aimed for the seat instead. But Seifer gripped him by the knee with his other hand and pulled him upwards, then again by the hip, till his ass was a breath away from Seifer’s mouth. “Disorienting, isn’t it, Chickie? That’s how you make me feel every time you change your mind.”
Actually, it was only disorienting for a moment, since Zell’s combat specialty had him spinning in all directions and he always regained his sense of balance quickly enough to never feel nauseated. It was more arousing than anything else, a show of strength, but the dangling fighter doubted that was Seifer’s intention. “You just like picking me up, asshole. Even before we fucked around. It’s just a power trip for you.”
The lap of a tongue he expected, but not the teeth that followed and bit down hard. As heat and blood rushed the area, Seifer licked the reddened bite on his ass and stroked Zell’s swelled dick, holding Zell up with an arm wrapped around his waist. “Funny that you like coming along for the ride.”
Worn-out on fighting and ready to have violently coated sex without the fearsome romance stoking the flame instead, he stopped idly struggling and just let the pleasure seep inwards.
Then shouting and banging doors broke into their small world, another interruption that ruined the moment in what had been a rollercoaster of tumbling bodies and twisted emotions since he woke up.
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Training had Zell reflexively shoot upwards to gain a better defensive position. However, this meant he tightened his thighs around Seifer’s head, burying the perplexed face between ass and dick, using the broad, yet still humanly fallible, neck as a leverage point as he misjudged-slashed-forgotten that the roof was lower than their combined heights. He had no time to consider how pretty the stars in his eyes looked as the unbalanced, blinded and suffocating Seifer fell to his knees in a struggle to pry Zell’s steel-hardened thighs from his head.
The mishap took less than a few seconds, but they both felt the damage already echoing in their bodies. “For Hyne’s sake, can you NOT be impulsive for one second?” Zell could see Seifer tug on his nose, though it didn’t look broken and as the runny snot poured out, there wasn’t a trace of blood, so that was good.
The difficulty he was having turning his head and standing back up. Not so good.
“Seifer, shit. I didn’t break anything, did I?” As he stood, he felt a slight sway tilt the room. A quick shake of his head cleared it out as he stumbled to the older warrior and felt along the neck. Muscles bulged stiffly, locking the neck in place, the skin reddened and taut. Evolutionary safeguards to prevent much, much worse.
Seifer stood up stiffly, knees buckling as he fought his body.“You almost broke my spine, idiot. Thankfully, my body is strong enough to handle your little fits.” As Seifer grabbed hold of his neck he expected to be headbutted, yet fingers raked through his hair as they studied the bump forming there.
Not liking being coddled, Zell knocked the hand away and reached for his clothes tossing Seifer's his way. “It wasn’t a fit, there’s shouting out there and it’s getting louder. That means it’s getting…”
“Closer. Yeah, I took basic too. Sounds like commands, must be soldiers…” A quick glancing around as he slipped into his slacks led to a knowing grin. “Great, they’re timberlakes, not much of threat except for nervous trigger fingers.”
Out the window was a rectangle of brownish black with poor lighting from above. “How can you tell it’s Timber? We’re in a tunnel.”
A naked arm wrapped around Zell's shoulder to usher him closer. “Travel as much as me, you recognize the architecture.” Seifer pointed out details unhurriedly. “See that masonry on the wall? Skinny rectangles? And the iron gilding on the hanging light? Classic Timber.”
Zell shrugged, refusing to be impressed. He had an interest in architecture, engineering and machines, but it was all book reading. Little details like that didn't pop up. “Fine then, smartass. That doesn’t change the fact that we have hostile forces barreling towards us, we have no intel on why or which side we’re supposed to be on. Not to mention you're half-naked.” The shouts were still a bit away, so he flopped down to put on his shoes. No point risking a broken toe if he could avoid it.
His hands were pushed aside as Seifer tightened the laces himself, his mood oddly happy.“Gotta pay more attention to history and current politics. Timber is a continuously invaded providence. Even Trabia held control of this area for a time. Every time they regain their freedom either through war or diplomacy, another country has its eye on them. Port town, transportation hub, rich natural resources and exploitable population? Sound familiar?” Nudging himself between Zell's legs, his hands easily slipped up the baggy pants.
Zell, weirded out by the fingers caressing his thighs, maneuvered himself free and stood up. “What are you talking ‘bout?”
Disappointment etched his lingering smile as he sat up to put on his shoes. “That if Balamb wasn’t directly tied to a Garden and fell under its umbrella of protection, you’d be raised around paranoid and whipped people.”
Biting back the sense of outrage at the thought of his hometown as occupied territory, Zell shouted the first thing that came to mind. “Why would anyone want to invade Balamb, it’s just a fishing town.”
“Heh, you’re just proof the propaganda’s working.” Cocky arrogance, the type that's impossible to convince through reason.
“What the fuck are you talking ‘bout?” Zell gave up, token anger to get back on track. “None of that explains why there are armed soldiers going room through room.”
“Timber isn’t under anybody’s thumb and their logging economy has recovered enough to be profitable again. That means that a bigger power, probably Galbadia since they spent a ton of money reconstructing Deling, is going to sink their teeth in soon.” Seifer was becoming insufferably smug and Zell wondered again why he wanted him to be that way.
He didn't want a history lesson, just a quick rundown and a fight plan. “And how is doing this going to stop anything?”
Misunderstanding Zell's meaning, Seifer criticized Timber some more.“It isn’t. But like I said, paranoid. They probably think there’re spies on this train going back to Galbadia central to report on Timber’s forces. Or Galbadia already has control and they're looking for guerrilla groupies. Timber's military is pretty fickle.”
That caught Zell's attention. His 'owner' for the week had kept quiet on that, everything was on a need-to-know basis. “That’s where we’re going? Galbadia?”
“Ruined the surprise.” Seifer shrugged, soured by whichever plans he had just lost.
Zell scratched his head, feeling calmer since Seifer was so laid back. “Ha, then tell me then. What are we going to do?”
Pushing off the bench, his neck cricked as it sorely turned side-to-side.“Depends on who we get. But even if we meet up with anybody with a hair-trigger, those guns aren’t magically enhanced. As long as we’re junctioned…” Open-mouthed, eyes wide, breath held, Seifer froze on the spot. One hand on his neck, the other on his hip, like a startled model in a perfume ad
A cold stone fell in his gut as he guessed what it was. “Seifer?”
Unfrozen, he clutched Zell's collar and shook him once. “It’s a four-day course, why haven’t you taken it?”
“I haven’t gotten around to it. In martial arts we gotta get strong naturally before enhancements. Better body awareness that way.” He had thought of taking it after the crippling burn, but a physical exam would have turned up his weakened left side. Zell needed time to strengthen up enough to at least bullshit his way through it.
From collar to neck to the sides of Zell's face, Seifer kept him in place, willing the past to change. “I took it when I was fourteen, the second I had the qualifications. You have any idea how vulnerable you are without magic junctions?”
The fighter sneered as he felt insulted and degraded, he wasn't made out of glass; spent too long and too much work to be reduced so easily. “I kicked your ass without…”
Palm met tattooed forehead as Seifer cut him off, worried anger thrumming in his words. “Moron, you’re a zero-distance fighter, hand-to-hand combat. Some pinbrain with good aim a hundred feet away can down you before you reach him. I get hit by a bullet it bounces off because the fuckin’ magic lessens the impact of sudden focused kinetic energy. You get hit by a bullet, it goes through you!”
A sudden banging, the shuffling of feet as shadows creeped in from the bottom of the door. “This is the Timber National Defense Forces, open up!” As Zell's body tensed for a fight, he jolted as he felt lips on the corner of his mouth. Seifer's grip tightened on his neck and through his hair as he whispered a growl that rooted Zell to the spot. “Stay behind me, do only as I say, do not speak, don't let them bait you. This isn't a suggestion, there's no other options, and you understand because I want you to.”
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There were shouts and posturing, gun barrels pointed their way and a rushed search of the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Zell watched as his carefully packed bag was dumped on the bench to be looked at for less than a minute. Instead, he focused on Seifer's back, the way his hands danced to his words as he answered questions and made snide jokes.
In the same rush as when they came in, they suddenly left ensured by the half-naked and weaponless tourist that they were traveling just for pleasure and nothing else. Couldn't they smell it in the air?
Zell exhaled roughly, his nerves still on edge as the suspense lasted longer than the actual confrontation. “That was it? Scare tactics?”
“Well, yeah. Can't give targets time to escape, anyone freaking out immediately becomes suspicious.” Seifer quickly repacked his bag, the few bottles and clothes stuffed away. The tension in his back visibly dissipating as the shouts ceased and an announcement apologizing for the delay was heard overhead. “Act entitled and fearlessly insulted, they assume we have status and fuck with us less. Had a girlfriend that was an expert, though she's still daddy's little rich girl no matter how she rebels.”
A much larger pile awaited him, but Zell would take his time with it later. “They said they were looking for domestic terrorists. Guess Galbadia's already taken over again.” He picked up a shirt and started to fold it, thinking of the nearest independent towns. “Do you think they'll go after Dollet? Maybe Garden will get involved?”
“Galbadia has a Garden, they wouldn't hire us. Dollet's got money though. And Kramer needs a conflict for the next SeeD exam.” He walked over, large and in charge, and picked up a lotion bottle from Zell's things. “Won't be any time soon. Dollet gets snowed in, Galbadia never risks invasion during winter.” White and unscented, the lotion smeared fingers as Seifer rubbed them. “Take your clothes off.”
His head still hurt and there was a restless exhaustion ringing throughout his body. Not to mention a thirst tickling the back of his throat and hunger tightening his stomach. They had spent hours on the train and was only half-way there, the adrenaline from the non-confrontation itching to be released. So no, Zell wasn't in the mood. “How about we, I dunno, don't? I haven't had anything since lunch, I'm done with interruptions and I really don't feel like it, 'k?”
Seifer glanced his way, probably thinking the same yet not wanting to give in so easily. He slid up the cabin's window, the icy breeze strong as the train picked up speed, the faraway purples of the setting sun moments from succumbing to night's onslaught. “We'll be at Deling by morning, I'll get you breakfast there. Twice the food for half the prize.” He slumped on the opposite bench, rubbing the lotion into his neck. “Give it a couple of hours and we can sneak into first class and take a shower. Come here.”
Taking his time, Zell tucked away the clothes he had folded and turned around. The command had no force in it, but he could tell that he was expected to comply as Seifer kept his arms open. It was a test, felt like it, creeped up his spine and made him want to strike out, just because. He cocked his head sideways, ready to complain that he already said no when the choker shifted and grazed his neck. The room was cooling, but the pine scented air was refreshing and Seifer always felt warm. He made a promise, fighting now wasn't going to make him feel better, so he leaned down face to face. “No games?”
Arms pulled him in closer till he was forced to sit on Seifer's lap, lips and teeth pressed against his forehead. “No games.” One hand slipped under Zell's shirt, smoothing out the skin on his side, to his stomach then back again, the other quickly freed from its glove to sneak a thumb between waistband and hip. “I'm going to keep it simple, no expectations, just follow orders.”
The slow caresses were light, fingertips gliding across invisible hairs. It felt good and calm, without demands. Breaths cascading down the back of his head, across his neck, the metal becoming more focused in his attention as it coldly made its presence known. This sleep-inducing trance as nerves awoke to appreciate the warmth beneath was too perfect. Zell scowled and hated it because he liked it so much, but he couldn't help but doubt if it was genuine or just a well-planned ruse to lower his defenses. “Nothing's simple with you.”
The rumble of a chuckle burrowed into Zell's ear, pressed as it was against Seifer's throat. So typical, yet it didn't clue him in one way or the other, so Zell rolled his eyes unseen and watched the landscape darken as the last of the day's resistance were defeated once more.
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He didn't sleep, neither of them had. Yet time passed wordlessly.
That is till Zell, taking in by the moon's constant presence, felt like revealing a bit of his past. “You know how the moon's always at the same spot no matter how fast you go. I mean, I know why since it's so big and faraway we aren't really doing that much distance ourselves. Know what I mean, that no matter how fast or how far, it's nothing in the big scheme of things.” Twisting around, he tried to see if Seifer was even listening and got an 'uh-huh' for his effort, so he settled back down.
“I got this memory when I was a little kid that really stands out. Don't remember the details but Ma and Grandpa were there and I was on a boat. It was racing, foam skimming the sides, the sky just exploding with stars and the moon was freaking me out. I was really scared, even Grandpa and Ma, don't know why, but I didn't feel okay with them. It took a lot for me to finally tell Grandpa that the moon was chasing us, that it was gonna sink the ship or something. He tells me instead that it's just watching over, making sure we have a safe trip. That at sea a full moon's the best for traveling.” Zell nuzzled his head into the crook between neck and shoulder, the odd feelings of his oldest memory bubbling up.
Arms tightened, the chill of the air biting at his exposed skin, but it was a nice sensation in contrast. “It still freaks you out a little, doesn't it? Expect the moon to turn on you any second.” It didn't escape Zell that Seifer had taken it personally. But that's what self-centered assholes do. Even if it was true. How can anything that big and alien be trusted? So he shrugged noncommittally in answer, ready to let time slip by again.
Seifer shifted underneath, then spoke as his hands became more adventurous. “I've been traveling a lot. Missions all over, trains, cars, boats, you name it. When I get bored, I imagine a runner hurdling over stuff in the scenery. Jumping over rocks, swinging from trees. Just trying to keep up. It's kinda monotonous when it's only swimming, so on boats running guy gets to ride dolphins.”
Zell sat up, arm outstretched and separating them. A smile of bewildered amusement easily at home on his face. “You're bullshitting me.”
A grin full of teeth replied, hands dipping into beltless pants to grope freely. “Says the guy afraid of the moon. You think monsters are gonna pour out of it?”
“That's ridiculous. Pleeease.” Leaning down quick, Zell bit at an earlobe just enough to sting. As Seifer brought up a hand reflexively he slid away, playful and daring. As Seifer stood up Zell darted away, tiptoeing around his clothes, knees bent as he feigned to the right and jumped to the left. Seifer just played to his strength, and spread his arms cornering Zell in the small cabin. Just as he closed in, Zell jumped on him, ankles locked against his lower back, arms wrapped around his neck. “Caught you, I win.”
Hugging fiercely, Seifer kissed and bit at Zell's throat, up his jawline, breathing hard as he pinned the smaller body against the door. “Gods, I want in.” His body weaved back and forth as his pants shimmied down to his ankles, getting kicked off along with shoes.
Zell grinded back, his own mouth licking and biting as he buried one hand through hair and the other struggled to unzip his pants. He'd been horny before, but this sudden hit was intoxicating. The room took a dizzying turn as he found himself pinned on the floor, Seifer above smiling as he tugged off Zell's shirt, teeth following after to nip at his chest as hands fondled his dick. Legs finally free, Zell spread them and pressed himself against a thigh. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” The squirt of the bottle, cold contact between his legs, a hot mouth encasing his dick relentlessly. He gasped, hips rocking, the floor vibrating to the rhythm of the tracks into all of his nerve endings and came.
Seifer swallowed licking the head as he squeezed the base of his cock, pushing down on his sac. Teeth gritted and eyes shut, he moaned as he took deep breaths, his other hand rubbing slick pleas to be let in. “Fuck, I can't...” Without question he scooted up, his cock at Zell's lips which was eagerly sucked and licked, one hand holding him up, the other gripping hair. Knees buckled as Seifer started to fuck, the soft inner cheeks teasing him along as he came loudly, hips rolling as he pulled out, his spunk spreading over a pink tongue and swollen lips. He gulped, an ache of need pained his expression as his grip tightened. “You said this wasn't kissing.” He leaned in, one hand holding on to Zell's neck, the other firmly entrenched at the back of the head and shoved his tongue against Zell's.
Shocked, Zell didn't fight it as the unfamiliar presence bullied his tongue, sucking it into Seifer's mouth as spit flooded his. It was sloppy and urgent, demanding and breath-taking, aggressive and hungry as every move was countered by threatening fingers that dug into him, a heavy body pressing him down. As Seifer finally pulled away, he took in roaring breaths. “Just shoving my tongue down your throat, right?” Without waiting for an answer, his hands went back down, the smooth nozzle of the bottle pressed against his asshole, lotion squeezed in past the ring of muscle.
Bright and fiery pain exploded off his shoulder as Seifer bit down, all pretense of gentleness forgotten. Zell squirmed and hissed, still trying to catch up. Fingers fought each other to pierce him first, the hand on his dick too harsh in its strokes. Things were going downhill quick and everything had been too mindblowing good to let it happen. “It starting to hurt, you said you were gonna do it right.”
Seifer paused, his breaths ragged as they thundered past Zell's ear. “Don't say stop. One little thing doesn't go your way, you want to stop.”
Defensiveness welled up, a fight itching to break out. Forcing a kiss wasn't some little thing, freaking out and going overboard by getting mean wasn't one little thing. If Seifer would stop being such a selfish prick, taking everything he wanted without thinking about Zell, then they could have had a really good fuck. A really, really good long and hard fuck. Shit! Shitdammitfuck! “Don't stop, asshole. Just make me feel good.” He pulled Seifer's hair and decided to take this stupid condition back and own it. Taken off-guard, Seifer gripped loosely at Zell's hands as teeth clicked and lips smashed against each other. It was uncoordinated and messy, missed marks and tongues pushing against each other. Noses bumped as breath mixed, the air thinning between them. Zell pulled away, Seifer following after, so he bit on the bottom lip till it bled. Then licked it soothingly. “That's for your lovebite, jerk.”
Seifer sucked in his lip, spreading the blood over his teeth, then wiped it away. “Little devil likes to play.” Smug eyes, victorious smirk, he leaned over and nuzzled at Zell's neck, his hands back to stretching. His fury tamed, insecurities squelched, none the wiser that Zell was biting his tongue to keep from gloating as he couldn't believe that worked.
Minutes passed and cocks swelled, the need getting too strong to wait on. “Do slow and gentle some other time. Mood I'm in, I'd jump you and ride it hard anyway.” Seifer pressed his fingers, two in deep; fast strokes that had Zell sit up and moan as he grinded down on them. “Fuck yeah!”
“That's what I wanted to hear.” Seifer pulled him unto his lap, his cockhead pressed hard against the winking hole as Zell cursed into his ear. More lotion, the bottle nearly empty, was smeared all over the cock. One of those non-greasy, quick drying brands so very much not suited for sex, but necessity demands. “Press down, fuck yourself first. Show me how you like it.”
Zell leaned back, Seifer holding his cock steady in one hand, the other on Zell's hip. As he felt the head nudge against him, a flash of memory of the first time pummeled his senses. But he fought it and pressed down, the fluttering in his stomach tensing his muscles. He inhaled deeply trying to loosen up, to ride the wave and let go of the past. Since that wasn't working, he let gravity do it's thing and let his weight free fall at the right angle.
Okaaay, that was a mistake. Seifer noticed as he started to stroke his sac and suck on his adam's apple, turned on as hell. Zell tried again, legs shaking as muscles shuddered in sympathy as he managed to get the head inside. Seifer groaned as he started to kiss along Zell's tattoo, his smile present in every touch. “You're doing good, doing great. So fuckin' hot and tight.” At least someone is enjoying themselves as hips strained to not buck up.
Seifer's cock was thick, big head, then slim underneath then widened towards the middle. It felt like an arm and Zell was stuck at the wrist; hurt to pull out, hurt to push in. The longer he waited the worse it was gonna get and he wanted his happy fun times. He plunged down, harsh and intense, Seifer moaning as Zell croaked out his gasps. He sat down, legs spread wide as hairs tickled his taint, Seifer's hands on his hips as he rocked back and forth, microthrusts intensifying everything. The train bumped along the silent night, empty fields spreading as far as the eyes could see and Zell looked out to the constant moon. He felt like screaming at it.
It hurt and he was angry. Not just for now, but back then. Because he was literally doing this for fuck's sake. It didn't matter that Seifer couldn't be enjoying himself more, he did it to himself. And the way Seifer was moving their hips was starting to feel good, the rush of his breath as he muttered was sexy as hell, and Zell was right back to horny enough to not care. So he let it go and started to bite skin and grind.
It didn't take long before he pulled away then slammed down, moving his ass around as he searched for different angles. Seifer stirred up badly enough to push Zell down into a missionary so he could fuck faster, his cock pulling free on some strokes and smearing skin as it tried to get back inside. “So good, so fuckin' good. Doesn't this feel better, every fuckin' inch?” Zell didn't respond back. He wasn't that much of a talker, but fuck, yeah. He felt it alright, the heat, the sound, the pleasure hiding that sting underneath. Then it turned up a notch as Seifer raised Zell's waist and turned him sideways, one leg on top of Seifer's thigh, the other underneath.
It was relentless as Zell felt balls slam against his, hands tightly gripping his thighs as rivulets of sweat chilled in the fall breeze. He looked up at Seifer, the bright moonlight highlighting his face. Brow furrowed, eyes closed, mouth open in a slacked-jaw grin, how the mighty have fallen. Zell pushed off the floor, his legs unbalancing Seifer so he landed on top. Surprised but not deterred, he caught his fall, then laid down. Zell brought their faces level as he bottomed out, his insides squeezing Seifer as he stroked his dick. “I'm going to cum. You wanna feel it?” A short nod, breaths mingling as Zell brought his lips close and jerked himself off. He could feel muscles he didn't know he had squeeze and shudder against Seifer's cock, the ring of muscle pulsating as his orgasm hit. The way hands kneaded his ass, the frantic humping, the swelling of his cock, Seifer was on the edge and Zell meant to push him off.
Moist and precarious, a tongue teased lips and as Seifer's sneaked out he shot forward, sinking his all into the kiss as his hands reached behind and stroked the flesh between sac and his hole. His fingers felt the strain as balls tightened up and skin wrinkled, the odd sensation of cum coating him inside. Seifer pumped hard, his orgasm drawn out as he refused to pull out and end the kiss. Zell broke it by standing up, the sudden empty feeling contradicting the phantom sensation from fucking. As Seifer leaned on his elbows, Zell toyed with the cum on his stomach, tracing odd symbols around his bellybutton. “I can feel it leaking out. Wanna see?”
Seifer was speechless, cocky grin plastered on his face, so he nodded as he bit his bottom lip. Zell turned around and spread his cheeks, looking over his shoulder. Can't say he's surprised as Seifer clambers up and starts to eat him out, moaning happily. It hits him harder than normal, his asshole more sensitive to the tongue-fucking so he collapses. Seifer's cock is within reach, still hard and throbbing, so Zell reaches for it and start to suck it clean as pleasure hums at his hole, Seifer stroking his dick. They're gonna fuck again, he knows it and as it builds up an unbidden thought has him wonder what would Ma say if she saw him now.
He feels like throwing up, because it's supposed to be disgusting, not erotic and he feels guilty that he doesn't see it that way. Facing the window, the ever present moon fat and white as it never left the sky. Witness to every dirty deed done under cover of darkness. He hates it, wants it to go away, to stop chasing him and judging him. Yet.
Yet the breeze is nothing like the sea's. Full with tree sap, earthy and thick. But it feels the same as then, having to learn to trust, to let a defense down, to just be.
He twists around to face Seifer, the smell between them heady with sex. He presses their foreheads against each other and wills eyes to meet, to make a promise to be kept. “Don't make me regret this. Don't make me regret not fighting you every step of the way.” Then he closed his eyes and let himself be kissed; mouth invaded, tongue held hostage and breath stolen away.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but I'm back in business, so expect more soon.
BTW, in case it wasn't obvious Grandpa, Ma and Zell on the boat was right after he was adopted.