Author: Lipstickcat
E-mail: [email protected]
Pairing: Seifer/Zell
Rating: Pg
Disclaimer: Not mine. Sad but true.
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�I have a gun to the pregnant woman�s head!� Seifer screamed. �Don�t make any sudden moves!�
He wrapped his arm tightly around Rinoa�s neck and she squealed as he jerked her forward in front of him like a human shield. He held the pistol against her forehead so that her dark hair fell over the barrel. Squall paused mid-action, his arms braced against his desk, in the middle of standing up. He stilled at Seifer�s warning, not sure what to do, then hesitantly sat back down again. Seifer smiled, glaring over Rinoa�s shoulder.
�Now hang on a minute!� Selphie stormed towards Seifer, her fists clenched, looking like she meant as much business as Seifer did.
Seifer swung around, dragging the bulk of body that was his hostage with him. He aimed the pistol at Selphie, holding it horizontally and cocking his head so that he was smirking down the length of the barrel.
�There�s enough in here to take the both of you out.�
Selphie stopped and backed up. Irvine�s arms wrapped around her waist, his hands linking as if to stop her from doing anything else stupid. He slowly sat down on the edge of the desk and held her on his lap.
�That�s more like it,� Seifer pointed the gun back at Rinoa�s skull. �Now, as long as no one else tries to play hero and you give me all my demands, no one will get hurt.�
Squall let out a sigh. He�d been waiting for Seifer to get to his demands. The sooner he got them, the sooner he�d let Rinoa go.
�And what exactly are your demands, Seifer?� Squall asked, trying to sound cool and collective.
�Okay�� Seifer stopped and thought, �I want five phoenix pinions, a full service and upgrade for Hyperion,� he paused, before adding, �and a crate of whisky.�
�Ok.�
Seifer faltered. That had been easy.
�And a fully furnished apartment in Esthar, and diplomatic immunity.�
�Fine.�
�And� I want Laguna to sit in a bath of baked beans in public.�
Squall waved his hands in dismissal. �He�d probably appreciate the excuse to do something that stupid.�
Zell coughed, everyone turned to him. � Actually, I think he already did that last year for some charity� Save the Moombas, or something.�
Collectively, everyone�s attention turned back to Seifer. He thought for a second.
�Ok� You can do it then, Squall.�
�Whatever.�
�And I want the cowboy to walk around Garden in a Basque and stockings and suspenders. Nice silky ones preferably.�
�Ok.�
�Hey!� Irvine began to protest.
�Ooooh�� Selphie twisted around in his lap to grin at him. �I have a gorgeous pair of silk stockings that you can borrow.�
�Seffie!�
Rinoa started to giggle. Seeing red at the growing farce that had been his limelight, Seifer removed the pistol from her head and poked it into the side of her swollen belly.
�You�re in no position to be amused,� he snarled. Rinoa fell silent. �How about you name this little one Seifer? Even if it�s a girl.�
Rinoa drew breath to protest, but stopped as the pistol trailed back up the length of her body, halting again at her temple. Seifer smiled to himself, he could virtually feel the anger radiating from her. He knew her well enough to know that she was seething inside. She�d be itching to be screaming and hitting him, but she couldn�t even stamp her feet, not if she didn�t want him to pull the trigger. He felt smug, he had all the power. Yet, something didn�t feel quite right.
�Whatever.�
�Squall!� Rinoa snapped.
�Just agree to him,� Squall hissed back.
That�s when it clicked. This was too easy! Squall was agreeing to everything. He was humouring him. He would agree to all his demands, no matter how far fetched, just to appease him. As soon as he released Rinoa, he�d have no reason to carry them out.
Seifer thought for a moment, he needed to think of a demand that he could have instantly, else this would all be a wasted exercise. Looking around, he quickly realised that there was very little in the headmaster�s office that he actually wanted.
Except Zell.
He�d wanted the Chickenwuss since he�d been accepted back into Garden. The kid had matured. But could he make a demand like that? Deciding that he had very little to lose, he bit the bullet.
�I want a kiss from the Chickenwuss.�
Zell did a double take and made a high pitched �huh?� sound. Squall hesitated, then agreed.
�Now, hang on a minute, Squall,� Irvine cut in, his soft drawl sounding like the voice of reason, �you can�t just decide on that kinda thing for a guy��
�No, its OK,� Zell stepped forward, �I�ll do it,� he looked around at the stunned faces added, �for Rinoa�s sake.�
�You�d better make it worth my while, Chickwuss,� Seifer sneered as he watched Zell hesitantly approach him. He couldn�t seem too eager�
Zell was aware of several sets of eyes burning into him as he crossed the room. It was as if he was a condemned man walking deathrow. It wasn�t that bad, really. A small part of him even bubbled in anticipation. He�d had a crush on Seifer since he�d first seen him playing the cool rebel. It had been a masochistic admiration, that had always made him rise to Seifer�s bait when he picked on him. He�d never dreamed that he�d get the chance to kiss him.
Seifer looked down at him as Zell drew close and shifted position so that his right arm was around the back of Rinoa�s head, the handgun still pressed to her head, while he stood on the opposite side. He licked his lips between a trademark smirk, then with his free hand, he reached out and cupped the back of Zell�s head. Pulling him to him, he dipped his head, to find Zell meeting him halfway on tiptoes.
Their lips pressed together, soft and silky. Each could feel shallow gasps of hot breath against their mouths. It was impossible to tell who started it, but their mouths moved together, urgently tasting each other. Seifer pulled Zell tighter to him, his fingers brushing over the short hair at the nape of the martial artist�s neck, then sliding, twinning in the longer strands. A wet tongue brushed along his lips and he allowed Zell access to his mouth. A groan growled in his throat and his eyelids fluttered.
His finger unconsciously tightened on the trigger.
There was a scream.
Then he was dragged out of his little world of pleasure by a slap around the head.
�Seifer!� Rinoa punched his shoulder as he looked around. �Now my hair will go all frizzy! I can�t believe you did it!�
Seifer was slightly stunned and speechless for several reasons. He felt someone�s hands on his shoulders as Zell leaned on him, gave him a peck on the cheek and then wrestled the blue plastic water pistol out of his hand. He was too dumbstruck to put up much resistance. Zell quickly checked the water level, squirted Squall in the face and ran off after Selphie, who had managed to wriggle out of Irvine�s lap.
Seifer shrugged apologetically to Rinoa and watched as Zell vanished out the door. He wondered if he�d have any demands when he caught Selphie.