Author: Lipstickcat
Pairing: Seifer/Zell
Rating: Nc-17. Pure PWP
Disclaimer: They�re not mine. *sob*
Summery: After the end of the game, Seifer gets a new job�
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�Zell, could you go to the parking lot and take the new delivery of supplies for me?�
Zell pulled a face, his top lip curling in disappointment. He�d rather go train or something. He�d rather do pretty much anything else.
�Please?� Squall knew that he could just order Zell to do as he was told, but he had only just become Headmaster, he didn�t want to be labelled a dictator. �All you have to do is check that everything on the list is there and sign for it. I�ll send someone else down later to unpack it. It won�t take long.�
Zell sighed and reached over the desk to take the clipboard from Squall. When Squall had sent for him, he�d hoped that he was going to be dispatched on an exciting mission, not asked to do something that even the cleaners could do. At least it was a quick and easy job, even if it was trivial. Maybe he�d treat himself to a lazy afternoon instead of training, to spite Squall. A small rebellion really, but it made him feel better.
When he reached the parking lot, the delivery van was already there and mostly unloaded. He jogged across the concrete and called out to the driver, already feeling more cheerful about his decision to spend the rest of the day doing very little. The other figure had his back to him and he visibly stiffened at Zell�s shout. The tall man swore under his breath as he began to turn around.
�I was hoping they�d send someone who wouldn�t recognise me.� He said as he pulled off the baseball cap he was wearing.
�Seifer!� Zell skidded to a surprised halt and dropped into a fighting stance. �What are you doing here?�
Seifer raised his eyebrows and scratched his head. He turned and glanced at the crates behind him, deliberately over emphasising the gesture. Then, with his arms out, he looked down at his clothes.
�What�s it look like I�m doing, Chickenwuss? I�m delivering supplies.�
Zell allowed himself to relax slightly and stood up straight, looking Seifer up and down. He was dressed in grey, a shade not unlike the trench coat that he had been fond of. His trousers were crumpled from moving the crates by himself, but Zell could still make out the carefully ironed crease down the centre of each leg. The short sleeved top was buttoned up to the collar, one side declared that his name was �Seifer� in red stitching on his chest, while the other informed Zell that he was from �Trabia Supplies�. If that wasn�t enough, a plastic ID card with an unflattering photo in it was pinned through one buttonhole.
�But why you?�
�Have to work somewhere.� Seifer sighed as he pulled the cap back on. �Let�s get on with it. I really didn�t want to come back here.�
Zell nodded and began to flick through the wedge of papers that were attached to the clipboard. He moved to each crate in turn, read the content�s description on the outside, found where it was listed, and ticked it off. Seifer finished unloading and then hovered near to Zell as he walked around the piles of boxes.
�One crate of hotdogs.� Zell muttered to himself as he searched for where it was listed. He suddenly snorted. �Well, that�s me fixed for the week, what about the rest of the Garden?�
He looked up and caught Seifer�s eye. Seifer began to smile at the shared joke, but before the expression had fully developed on his face, Zell blinked and frowned, sharply looking back down as he realised who he was joking with. Seifer�s face fell. He quickly turned away and stalked back to the van, wrenched the door open and flung his cap onto the passenger side floor in a frustrated vent of anger. The sooner he was out of here, the better. Nothing changes and nothing is forgiven.
After a few more crates, Zell counted the items on his clipboard to make sure that he hadn�t missed anything. He looked up to see that Seifer was leaning against the bonnet of the van, his arms crossed, body hunched over as he sullenly glared at his feet. Zell signed the top copy of the wad of papers he was carrying, tore it out and walked over to Seifer.
�Here. All done.� He said as held the sheet under Seifer�s nose.
Seifer took the paper without looking up, he folded it up roughly and shoved it into his pocket. Placing his hands against the bonnet, he pushed himself away from the van blindly so that Zell had to step back. He turned to walk away, but paused. Looking over his shoulder, his mouth quirked in half smile as he let his gaze wander down Zell�s body.
�Ah, fuck it.�
Spinning around quickly, he seized Zell�s shoulders. Zell�s face was filled with wide-eyed shock, but it was already turning to anger. Seifer leaned over the clipboard that the smaller blond was clutching between them and pressed his lips against Zell�s.
It was disappointing really. He hadn�t expected Zell to respond, in fact, he�d made the decision so fast that he hadn�t even had to chance to form expectations. But still, the slack, slightly open mouth didn�t live up to the possibilities it held.
He pulled back, bracing himself for any attack that might follow, but there was none. Crossing his arms, he glared at Zell, challenging him to hit him. For a second, Zell�s eyebrows quivered as if he was trying to solve a complicated puzzle. With a shake of his head, he met Seifer�s gaze.
�What was that?�
�I�m worried about you if you don�t what that was, Chickenwuss.� Seifer smirked.
Zell clenched his fist, but restrained himself.
�Why?�
�Because I can.� Seifer shrugged. �Because I�ve wanted to do it for a long time. Because I don�t have to be afraid of the Garden expelling me for it now. Hit me if it makes you feel better.�
Zell drew his fist back, pausing to judge distance. His teeth were gritted in a snarl. Seifer closed his eyes, waiting, but the blow never came. Zell dropped his arm and took a step back.
�Just go.� He said as he turned his back and began to walk away around the vehicle.
Seifer opened his eyes. He felt hollow. Zell wouldn�t even hit him? Was he that worthless? No. He wouldn�t stand for that, he was going to get a reaction out of Zell, whether it was a returned kiss or a beating. He wasn�t just going to let himself fade into nothing.
Taking leggy strides around the van, he drew level with Zell, who stopped and turned to him. His mouth fell open to speak, his finger raised as if he was about to poke Seifer in the chest. Not wanting to give Zell the chance to say anything hurtful, Seifer gripped him by the shoulders and roughly pushed him backwards. His back hit the van, the sound of the metal panel being dented echoed through the airy parking lot. The clipboard fell to the floor and bounced on the concrete as Seifer pushed himself against Zell�s body, crushing his mouth against the martial artist�s.
The trapped body struggled, powerful hands grasping at Seifer�s arms and sides, trying to push him away. Seifer shifted his hold, moving his hands so that he was holding the tops of Zell�s arms, fingers digging through the material of his jacket, into his flesh. Zell�s mouth opened to mutter a protest and Seifer took the opportunity to push his tongue in. Zell gagged at the unexpected intrusion, making Seifer want to smirk.
It wouldn�t be long before the martial artist broke free. He may have been smaller, but his physical strength was undeniable, the compact form was filled with muscle. Then Seifer was sure that he�d be beaten black and blue. It didn�t matter, as long as it was a reaction. As long as he had proven to himself that he wasn�t invisible to the world. He was still important as long as he was noticed.
The expected final push never came though. The struggling suddenly stopped as Zell felt a flash of something not quite familiar shoot between his chest and his groin. It was an almost painful feeling. Almost. It made him sigh in a voice he�d never heard before. Seifer took advantage of the lull in struggling to deepen the kiss. As his tongue brushed over Zell�s the feeling burst through him again. Contrary to better judgement, Zell�s lips began to work against Seifer�s.
Seifer�s eyes widened in shock. He was mesmerised as he watched sharp blue eyes soften in front of him, before being shielded by eyelids. Zell was submitting to him? As if to confirm this, the smaller blond began to lean into him, his hands rising again, but this time resting softly on his hips. Seifer let his own eyes drift shut, yielding to the unexpected turn of events. He had hoped for this so many times over, but had never dreamed that it could happen.
Zell�s mind was racing, different parts of it all jostling to make their reasoning known to him. It was almost like having an Angel and a Devil sitting on his shoulders, only this had very little to do with his conscience. One voice insisted that this was so very wrong; Seifer had always been his own personal enemy and, more recently, a threat to the world. Another voice informed him that people change and they deserve to be forgiven, and that it was the Sorceress, not the Knight, that was actually a threat to the world. A fretful voice that was on the verge of panicking was telling him that none of that really mattered, what mattered was that he was kissing a man and he did not kiss men and, more importantly, they were in an open space where anyone could stumble across them.
Yet, above all this there was a feeling; it wasn�t as solid as a thought or a voice, but it overrode everything else. This felt good.
His hands travelled up Seifer�s sides and moved around, so that they were resting on his chest. He pushed, not meaning to push Seifer away, but just to let him know that he was there and still in control of himself. Seifer stepped back reluctantly, his hold on Zell�s arms dropping away. He regarded the smaller man, his head cocked to the side in wonder.
Zell took slow, deep breaths. He waited for a snide remark to come from Seifer, designed to make him feel weak and small. But, although he could almost see the comment hanging on Seifer�s lips, the ex-gunblader restrained himself. He didn�t need to taunt Zell, he already had his attention. If he said anything now, it would only ruin things.
Experimentally, he took a step back and couldn�t help smirking a little when Zell took a step forward, following him. Zell continued to walk and drew close to Seifer, craning his neck up to meet the other�s lips. The smirk was quickly wiped off his face as he was thrown headlong into a deep kiss. Both bodies leaned into each other, supporting each other. If one moved away suddenly, the other would have toppled over. Zell�s arms wrapped around Seifer�s neck, pulling the taller man down to him. As he stooped down, Seifer clung to Zell�s hips, holding him firmly against him. The soft curve of fabric covered bone fitted perfectly in the palm of his hands.
A faint clink of falling metal resonated through the parking lot. Zell jerked away abruptly, causing Seifer to stumble forwards as his support was removed. He gathered his dignity and looked at Zell, who was keenly gazing around, eyes wide, breath quickened. Seifer wondered lazily whether he had caused the smaller man�s heavy breathing, or whether it had been caused by whatever had startled him.
A few seconds of silence ticked by, the only sound was the short sharp gasps coming from the martial artist. There was no one else there, but Seifer could understand Zell�s anxiety. It was the same worry that had held him back while he had been at the Garden. All the same, he didn�t have that concern any longer and there was no way he was going to let the little Chickenwuss escape now.
Zell flinched as Seifer reached out to grab his hand, but Seifer patiently tried again. This time, Zell�s fingers tentatively wrapped around Seifer�s. The leather of the fighting glove creaked in the silence. Bare fingertips brushed uncovered skin. Even as he allowed himself to be led to the back of the van, Zell couldn�t help twisting his head back and forth, searching for anyone hiding, watching, in the shadows.
Wordlessly, Seifer opened the van�s doors. The click of the lock falling and the clatter of rusted metal doors separating made Zell even twitchier. He tried to pull his hand away, but Seifer held it firmly and Zell relented. Seifer could have taken Zell�s anxiety as either a compliment or an insult, but he had the sense to take as neither. It wouldn�t have mattered who Zell was with, he would have behaved the same. What mattered was that he was with him.
Seifer put a foot onto the van floor and hoisted himself up. Bending down to stop his head from banging against the roof, he helped Zell in. Then he had a quick scan around the parking lot, just to be sure, and shut the doors.
Zell didn�t have to stoop as much as Seifer, but still had to bend down a little. The cramped space of the inside of the van was empty, apart from a pile of dustsheets in one corner. Before he had time to think, he was being dragged to that corner.
Seifer sat him down on the sheets and kneeled in front of him to take off his fighting gloves. The material did little to disguise the solid grooved metal beneath him, but it took the edge off it. He barely noticed anyway, instead concentrating on the rip of Velcro fastenings being torn undone, followed by skimming fingertips across the back of his hands and soft lips against his palms.
He�d never felt such gentle caresses before, and from such an unexpected source as well. His eyes drifted shut as he wet his lips and swallowed. He didn�t hear Seifer move, but he must have done because suddenly the ghostly touch of another silky mouth pressed lightly against his. Hands eased his jacket over his shoulders as he leaned into the kiss, trying to make it more substantial. Then the lips vanished, only to reappear seconds later at the corner of his mouth. Then at his jaw, his neck, his collar bone, his shoulder.
Zell pulled his arms free of his jacket so that he could cup the back of the head of the person giving his skin such tender attention. He opened his eyes and watched his fingers twine in honey coloured hair. He was aware of hands running down his chest, fingering the material of his top, plucking at the waistband of his trousers. One hand fumbled with his belt, while the other travelled lower, cupping and rubbing at his crouch with an urgency that contrasted with the lazy trace of cool lips that were shifting across the very top of his chest. His head tipped back and Seifer automatically moved to lick and suck at his bared neck. His tongue ran over Zell�s throat as it vibrated with a deep hum.
Zell felt the warm heat of his arousal beneath Seifer�s pressing hand and it scared him. The concept of touching someone, of being touched, in a situation outside of battle or training was completely new to him. And he was more than painfully aware of the intimacy of these touches, but it was a strangely sweet pain. Feelings, like those that he had felt when Seifer had first forced himself upon him, kept bursting through him. They exploded in tandem, one strongly from his groin, the other more softly from where he supposed his heart was, and spread through every nerve of his body, making it scream out for more. Yes, he was scared, but it was hardly the first time that he�d done something that made his pulse race.
His reached out blindly and found the cotton of Seifer�s shirt. He unbuttoned it, his hands shaking slightly with adrenaline. Seifer moaned against the underside of his jaw encouragingly and caught Zell�s lips as he lowered his head. The shirt fell open and trembling fingertips touched against warm skin. He blindly traced the contours of Seifer�s chest, first with tentative fingers, graduating to full palmed caresses. His fingers brushed over a perked nipple and Seifer moaned into his mouth, sending inexplicable shivers through him. He returned to the spot and paid attention to that nub of flesh, and was rewarded with an increase in intensity of the kiss.
Reluctantly, Zell broke away and dipped his head, squirming on the sheet to get lower down. When he was level with Seifer�s chest, he flicked his tongue out against the hard peak of flesh. Air hissed between Seifer�s teeth as he drew in a sharp breath.
Suddenly Zell felt a tug at his t-shirt and he was forced to move away as it was pulled over his head. Seifer shifted so that he was lying face to face with Zell. He ran his tongue over his lips before lowering his head and flicking a cool tongue over Zell�s own nipple. An icy tingle shot across the area, making Zell react in the same way that Seifer had. Then unexpected teeth bit gently and Zell let out a soft yelp, although once again he discovered that not all pain was necessarily unpleasant.
Seifer looked back up and leaned against Zell as he kissed him, forcing him onto his back. He straddled the smaller man and lay against him. Flesh pressed together for the first time. The exchange of silky warmth was delicious. Zell reached up and ran his hands over Seifer�s skin as he accepted another probing kiss. Seifer ground his hips forward and Zell became suddenly aware of the other man�s arousal. It was a shock, but he found himself moaning into Seifer�s mouth regardless.
Seifer sat up and finished removing his shirt. Then he moved down Zell�s body; tickling fingers tracing patterns on heated skin, the occasional tongue flicking out and drawing gasps from the smaller man. He reached the top of the trousers, the belt already unbuckled from earlier. He quickly undid the trousers and pulled them, along with the waistband of the underwear beneath, down. He ignored the erection that was revealed and continued down Zell�s legs, pulling trousers, underwear, trainers and socks all off in one swift motion.
Then he moved back up, his skilful hands trailing along the insides of Zell�s legs, making him buck slightly when they reached his thigh. Zell swallowed as he caught Seifer�s eye. He was wearing his self-confident smirk, but it lacked its usual malice. He broke eye contact and ducked down. Zell sucked air through his teeth as a moist tongue ran along the underside of his cock. Then a warm hand gripped it and it was encased in wet heat as Seifer took it into his mouth. His tongue swirled lazily around the shaft and flicked at the sensitive head. Zell let out a strangled sound, and as he did so, he could feel Seifer�s lips curl in a smile around him.
Seifer sat up, blowing softly at the end of Zell�s erection as he moved away. The cool breath whispered against the sensitive skin, made even more so by Seifer�s saliva, and Zell writhed, just a little.
Admiring Zell�s compact form, Seifer kicked off his shoes and clambered out of his remaining clothes in the cramped space of the van. Zell craned his neck to watch, himself admiring Seifer�s more lithe, but no less muscled, body.
Seifer kneeled back down and began to nudge Zell�s legs open. Zell responded eagerly. Seifer found himself marvelling at the other�s new found trust in him, which in turn made him pause. He had no lubrication. He was normally well prepared, but he was working and obviously hadn�t expected to need any. It was clear that this was Zell�s first time, and Seifer didn�t want to taint it with unnecessary pain.
He made a decision and worked his way back up Zell�s body. He leaned down and swept his lips across Zell�s. Then, he supported himself on one arm and began to thoroughly wet his index and middle finger on the other hand. Zell�s brow creased slightly in puzzlement as he watched Seifer�s fingers slide in and out of his mouth, his tongue licking along them for effect. The puzzle continued as Seifer moved back down to kiss him deeply, but as the same tongue that he had been frowning at seconds before slipped into his mouth, he forgot his wonder.
In the meantime, Seifer reached behind himself and carefully pushed his slick fingers against his entrance. He knew his body well and it didn�t take long to prepare himself adequately. He slid down Zell�s body one last time, to take his erection in his mouth and coat it with his saliva, and then he positioned himself straddling Zell�s lap.
Zell watched wide-eyed as Seifer held his cock to his entrance and slowly began to ease down. Zell�s back instantly arched off the ground at the first inches of tight heat. He�d never known anything like it. Seifer screwed his eyes up as he felt the sharp knife-like pain of penetration, but he didn�t mind, he knew the feeling well and it would pass in favour of far better sensations. He shifted up slightly before easing himself down again, this time impaling himself a little deeper. The process was gradual, but each movement brought their bodies closer and made the pain duller.
Zell panted out shallow breathes as his whole mind centred on his cock and the velvety heat that enveloped it. His hands fisted in the sheets that he was lying on as Seifer began to ride him in earnest. The scarred blond let out a high-pitched sigh the first time he hit his prostate. His insides melted and his legs threatened to give as the pleasure radiated through him, but he managed to continue, if only for the goal of reproducing the sensation.
Zell writhed beneath him and drew his legs up so that he cradled Seifer in his lap. Then in a burst of passion, he managed to half flip, half roll their bodies over, so that the taller man was on his back beneath him. They were no longer on the pile of sheets and the ridges of the cold metal floor dug into Seifer�s back and Zell�s knees, but they barely noticed as Seifer hooked his legs high over Zell�s hips.
Zell rocked his body, finding his own rhythm as he leaned over Seifer and claimed his mouth. Seifer�s hands came up, one gripping tightly in blond hair, the other cupping the base of his neck to encourage the kiss deeper. All inhibitions were lost as Zell began to pound into Seifer�s body, hitting his spot repeatedly so that he tugged at the hair he was gripping and moaned loudly into his mouth. Playfully biting Seifer�s bottom lip, Zell reached between their bodies and wrapped his fist around his erection.
Pumping in time with the thrust of his hips, he elicited small uncontrollable murmurs from the man he had once considered nothing more than a bully. His fingers were slick with sweat and pre-cum. The part of his brain that still insisted on working noted that it was a feeling that he could get used to.
Suddenly, Seifer�s body tensed, and then he came, calling out Zell�s name like it was a word that frequently fell from those kiss bruised lips in moments like this. Zell felt the hot seed against his stomach, the tightening of internal muscles around his arousal, and the reverence in Seifer�s cry all at the same time. He quickly followed, his own call a wordless groan, before collapsing against Seifer�s body.
They cooled down together in a silence that was only filled by harsh breath. Cool air brushed over their damp skin, raising goose bumps. Zell moved a little closer into Seifer�s warm embrace.
After a few minutes the martial artist pulled away, suddenly aware that someone may be along soon to unpack the delivery. A pang of disappointment raked across Seifer�s chest, but he pushed it away. What else should he have expected? This meant next to nothing to Zell. Why should it? He should just thank Hyne for the moment he had been given and not dwell on unfulfilled dreams. He watched silently as Zell dressed, trying to hold on to those last few minutes before he would walk out of his life.
�When�s the next delivery due?� Zell�s voice was a shy whisper, but it shattered the silence and almost made Seifer jump.
�Same time next week.� He answered carefully, his head cocking to the side.
Zell paused halfway through putting his jacket on. He turned and smiled nervously, wetting his lips before he could find the voice to speak.
�Will you be bringing it?�
�I imagine so.�
�Good.�
Then he finished shrugging his jacket on and opened the van doors. He glanced round the parking lot warily and jumped out, shutting the doors softly behind him. Seifer sat for a moment more before moving to gather up his own clothes. Absently, he smoothed a crease out of his shirt with the palm of his hand. Maybe he�d written Zell�s feelings off too hastily. Only time would tell.
He knew one thing for sure: Next week he�d be better prepared.