Zell pulled his thick pillow over his head, muffling the grumble falling
from his lips. Yet, it did little to muffle the insistent, shriek. Suddenly,
he shot upright, shining eyes wide, and slammed his fist onto his alarm
clock, immediately dropping his dark room into silence.
"Shit!" he muttered as he swung his legs over the edge of his bed. Running
a hand through his rumpled bangs that refused to stand, he stood and shuffled
towards the bathroom. Silver stripes of moonlight, cutting the deep blue
shadows, rippled across his groggy body, his white boxers nearly glowing
in the pale light..
"Why the hell am I up at this god-awful hour again?" His scowl jerked into
a sly grin as his drowsy eyes sparked with awareness. "Oh, Yeah! I better
Fifteen minutes later, he had showered, dressed, and brushed his teeth.
He decided his signature standing bangs could wait till he got back, so
his blond hair fell freely around his cute, tattooed face.
Nearly bouncing to the door, it swished aside, then he scampered down the
"Woohoo! Today's the day! I can feel it!" A wide grin filled his cheeks.
"And this time Seifer won't stop me," he chuckled triumphantly, boxing
"I won't what, Chicken-wuss?" an all too familiar sexy voice asked
as Zell turned a corner onto the marble walk circuiting Garden's center.
"Dammit! Seifer! What the hell you doing up at five in the morning?!" Zell's
bright blue eyes glared up at the statuesque blond.
Seifer smirked, a golden brow raised in amusement. "I could ask the same
of you. So, what's there a monster under your bed? Nightlight burn out?"
He snickered, slipping his hands into the pockets of his black pants.
The tall blond's brow lifted even higher, a sly glint sparkling his aqua
blue eyes. "Hmmm..." He stepped closer to Zell, his silver-gray trenchcoat
swaying along his long legs. "Is that an offer?"
Zell gulped, eyes blinking widely, and his heart thundering up and down
his wiry body. "Uh, Seifer, ...uh... just... just go to bed."
Leaning down, his warm lips and breath grazing Zell's ear, Seifer whispered,
"But, that's what I'm trying to do."
Zell's cheeks flushed a vivid red, like all the blood in his body had risen
to his face. "Seifer," he managed in a squeak. Then forced his voice to
settle. "I'm not letting you stop me today!"
"Oh?" he breathed. The spicy scent and warmth of his skin drowned Zell
to near breathlessness. "Does that mean you've let me all those other days?"
"N...no," Zell gasped.
"Hmmm... so, Chicken-wuss, what makes you think today is different?"
Seifer pulled back from Zell's ear, his soft pink lips quirked in a sultry
smirk, pale blue eyes gazing seductively into the smaller boy's.
"Dammit, Seifer! Why do you have to always do this to me?"
"Why do you think?" Seifer brushed gloved fingers along Zell's tattoo,
a faint scent of gun-oil stirring with the touch.
"I..." Zell trembled, fighting the urge to bury his fingers in short golden
hair, tug Seifer's gorgeous face to his, and devour his sweet, arrogant
lips in a fevered kiss.
"Something have your tongue, Zell?" Seifer's eyes danced mischievously.
His breathing erratic, heat mingling in the short distance between their
bodies, Zell swallowed nervously. "Please..."
"'Please' what?" The scarred blond's hand slipped around Zell's waist to
the small of his back.
"So articulate." Seifer's other hand returned to Zell's cheek, caressing
along his smooth jawline, then tangling in his ruffled blond hair. "You
know, you should leave it like this more often." His smirked shifted into
a playful smile. "You'd look less like a chicken."
Before Zell could snap an angry reply, Seifer closed the distance between
them, pressing the lean body to his, and claimed the smaller boy's lips
in a passioned kiss.
Zell's mind and body drifted in fiery euphoria. Fortunately, Seifer held
him tightly, though every point of contact burned and ached to be even
closer still, for he would have melted bonelessly to the marble floor otherwise.
"I guess something does have your tongue," Seifer chuckled against Zell's
kiss-flushed lips, then kissed him even deeper.
Zell grasped the thick cloth of Seifer's trenchcoat, not wanting to let
go or let the dream of the moment end. Tomorrow. He could wait until tomorrow.
Maybe Seifer wouldn't stop him then. But if the past several months were
any indication, Seifer would always find something to distract him. Dammit!
And it was a damned wonderful distraction too! The worst kind.
No. Enough. He wouldn't let Seifer win just because he was too damn gorgeous
and sexy for Zell's own good. He broke the kiss, tearing himself away from
the strong arms and soft lips he could forever drown in.
"What's wrong?" Seifer's pale gold brows wrinkled, a sadness clouding his
crystal blue eyes.
Zell stepped back, brushing at his loose, denim shorts, attempting to discreetly
calm himself and a inconvenient bulge. "I'm doing it and you're not going
to stop me," he said quickly.
Seifer's expression shifted to hurt before he could mask it with his usual
Rising on his toes, Zell placed a hasty kiss on Seifer's cheek. "Something
have your tongue, Seifer?" the small blond snickered and darted nimbly
away down the circular walk. "Be in my room when I get back." His smile
was affectionate and lively.