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Warning: This contains yaoi goodness And for you immature morons who can't accept this then just go huddle under a damn rock and wonder why more people don't like you. This is rated R for graphic violence, possible rape, sex, and language.

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Chapter 13: Ketchup Goes With Many Things...

I nuzzled against his thigh and inhaled the scent that was Squall Leonhart. He was all mine for the taking now. No matter how much he struggled or moaned pitifully for help no one would come to his rescue. I stopped for a moment and actually wondered about what it would be like afterwards…would he swallow his pride and tell someone? Zell would probably confess first come to think of it…where the hell did that dumbass go anyway?
As if on cue Zell came back into sight holding a plate of---guess what! No seriously guess! No way it could be hotdogs! I groaned inwardly and rolled my eyes. “Zell! What the HELL is the matter with you! We have your ex-boyfriend defenseless and you’re…microwaving hot dogs!” I stared at Zell with a look of shock, horror, and confusion. I mean…I know he likes them but DAMN boy! Isn’t the hunger in your pants more of a priority then your stomach?

“Sorry Seifer I just…I can’t it…they are addictive…you like them too right...”

I screamed into the pillow next to Squall’s head. Even he looked like he wanted to throw something at the dumb blonde. If there is anyone out there worse then Zell I am sad to admit I would be frightened to be acquainted with such a clueless annoying spedtarded creature spat out from hell. I counted to ten and turned to face him again, shaking my head with a small chuckle. “Ok Chicken-Wuss…if you like them that much…bring them here”
Zell obeyed the command but opened his mouth to protest when I grabbed one off the plate and held it before him. “It’s pretty hot…you know what it reminds me of right?” I arch my brow at Squall and order Zell to pull off the lion’s pants. Squall knew what this meant and struggled very seductively. His hips bucked up and down as Zell tried to peel off the leather pants in one swift yank. The Chicken-Wuss was rewarded with a swift kick to the chin. I laughed as he flipped off the bed onto the hard cold floor.

“Ow! DUUUUUUDE! You kicked me! …In the face!”

I didn’t bother commenting on this as it was too easy even for my taste. I grabbed one of Squall’s legs as he feebly tried to harass me off the bed as well. Holding it high beneath the knee firmly, I undid my belt with my free hand. Squall busied himself with kicking at Zell as the idiot tried to save the food from being crushed. I ripped off my belt and bent it, readying myself into a good position and brought the belt down hard across Squall’s partially nude thigh. Score! He jumped and muffled such an adorable little yelp. I smiled at him and brought the belt down again and again, each loud crack making Zell’s eyes wider and wider. Squall flushed furiously as Zell pitched in to help by keeping control of the other leg…nupe, Squally-poo can’t move it now that you sat on it Zell…Good move? I already knew I had a passion for spanking. Role-playing is another talent of mine but I knew Squall wouldn’t play along the way I wanted him to. Whipping him like a disobedient child was enough to make my pants mighty uncomfortable. After about fifteen cracks of the belt I stopped and leaned towards him, idly caressing the sore flesh.

“Now Squally-boy…are you going to be a good boy and not kick? I want to bash Zell into a wall too but now is too wondrous a moment don’t you think? Just feel that mood in the air… You know you want to get all kinky with me…you just enjoy the struggle is all I can tell. You like leather bondage too right? How is that going to work out with you and Rinoa? I mean she’d be cute in it but since you’d be too shy and quiet to be aggressive…and I know you want to be the one tied…what do you say? Just give in…you see the less you fight the quicker we’ll get it all done and over it. We’ll all feel better, have a couple laughs and naughty fantasies, Zell looses some teeth and we go our separate ways...”

He was pretending not to listen until I raised the belt again. I knew he wasn’t afraid of the pain it brought…more the humiliation of being punished like a kid when he was so mature for his age. This embarrassment drove him mad I could tell by the fury in his eyes that locked on me, sizing me up for when he is free I suppose. Who knows though…maybe I’ll change his mind from al this…

I nodded to Zell who resumed the fun by handing me the hot dog and releasing the prisoner’s limb. It wasn’t burning hot anymore but it was still fairly warm. I took hold of Squall’s pants and pulled them upwards despite his muffled protests and squirming, his legs somewhat bound high above his head as I bent him in half. I could see all that he had to offer me now and I kissed his flushed cheek gently as he hid his face in shame against his leg. “Hmm…hey Zell...should we use ketchup or just plain lube?”

Zell seemed to consider this with a serious look. “Well…ketchup goes good with many things...”

I threw the damn hotdog at him. “Damnit Zell! Shut the hell up! Get me the warming lube from that top drawer over there and give me a new hotdog…no…ketchup…moron!” Zell rushed to obey, mumbling to himself as he dug around in the drawer. I mean come ON! What do you want us to fucking squirt mustard all over the lion too? Mmm and don’t forget the relish! Let’s just smear ourselves in peanut butter and jelly while we are at it and roll all around on each other to become one sexy sandwich of love… I held out my hand for the lube and popped it open. I squeezed a generous amount onto Squall’s orifice and closed the lid, tossing it carelessly over my shoulder.

“Zell…you have your fun first...”

Zell gave me a surprised smile and inched closer to the seething lion and licked his lips, concentrating on the task before him. He pierced Squall’s delicate entrance with his finger rather eagerly, twirling the liquid about, Squall moaning softly at the warmth placed in such a secret region. After thrusting another finger in and working the lube further, Zell pulled free and pinched playfully, trying to soothe Squall with gentle murmurs and stroking of a thigh.

When Zell finished I took is place in front of Squall and gazed down on his straggled hair and sweat drenched face before plummeting the hotdog into the lion, trying to conceal a giggle and doing a horrible job of it….Wait….a giggle? Seifer Almasy doesn’t giggle! Only girls and Zell should giggle! What’s happening to me! Damnit Leonhart you’ll regret…erm…doing nothing really but…damnit….stop thinking man! Raping Squall should be all that’s running through your head right now!

Squall writhed languidly under the combined heat of the warming lube and the food product. He was pissed off I could tell…immensely so… I actually wasn’t sure if I would live long enough afterwards to threaten Zell not to blab… I mean I can normally handle Leonhart but that was before I molested him with Zell’s lunch… Damn! Ah hell it’s worth it right? Besides I already technically raped him so why not go all the way despite the consequences?

I tossed my head back and gave him a triumphant smirk, the one I know he hates the most, and after a few more moments of the humiliation of food I tossed aside the hot dog and delved my tongue deep into Squall. The expression on his face was priceless...

A/N: uuuum...i have no idea what the crap i was on when i did this chapter...looking on it now really hurts ><;; *bashes head into a wall*

>.@;; gahhhh.......my apologies for this chapter o.O.......