My Room, My Rules

Square/Enix (Squix?) owns all. Characters used without permission, yada, yada, yada. Plot mine though!

Take place a year or so after the Final Battle. Seifer has returned and has picked up where he left off with the SeeD training, hoping to finally pass the tests. Old scores must be settled first.

Lemon, Lang, M/M, Slash, Oral

A/N: Cats are evil creatures who lay on keyboards and manage to erase chapters. However, they do make fabulous foot warmers! But seriously, all reviews are welcome, though would be VERY appreciative if I knew how to access them (hint, wink). Or go for the more direct route - jeanna_gayle@hotmail.com - and now for the fourth time -

Chapter 2: Gaylas & Chimeras


Electric blue eyes snapped as the fighter leaned closer to whisper in his ear. "My room, my rules," purred the little blonde. "You fuck with me, and I will paralyze you quicker than shit. You chose to come in here. You will *not* attempt to bully me here. You will not call me names here. You. Will. Obey. Me. Or I will toss your naked arse out like yesterday's garbage. Squall and consequences be damned."

Seifer froze. He didn't think the fighter could overpower him and throw him out, but he couldn't take the chance. He would never live it down if *anyone* saw him saw him tossed out of Chicken Wuss' room, naked or not. 'Shit! What was that?!' He felt Zell's breath caressing his neck ... so hot ... so arousing. He felt himself hardening at the closeness of the tattooed one. It had been a while since he had been with a male (or a female either for that matter), but something about the little blonde's unusual commanding tone was just so ... mmmm.

"What'll it be, Se-Fe?" came that growling purr as the fighter loosen his grip on the strawberry blonde hair. "Are you mine or do walk out of here in your skins? Do you dare to try playing by my rules?"

The gunbladist met the electric blue gaze and judged its sincerity. Falling into that cyan gaze, he saw challenge, yellow sparks, and a hot blue flame that spoke of a deeper interest. With a trademark smirk, he closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back and to the side, exposing his throat to the younger blonde. Arching a bit more, he leaned into the fighter.

Zell couldn't believe his eyes. Willingly! His greatest tormentor willingly put himself into his power. He leaned closer, testing the gunbladist, ready if the taller blonde lashed out. He thrilled at the shiver that raced down the golden form as his breath feathered over the cords of the larger man's throat. He licked at the little dip where shoulder met neck. His lips felt the vibrations of the moans, though not a sound escaped the Silence spell. Caught up in the taste of the gunbladist and the smell of musk and gunpowder, he sank his teeth into the tendons of the of the kneeling man's neck.

Seifer's arms came up, not to push away but to cradle and draw closer. He felt himself hardening as the little blond's mouth gentled and began suckling on the wound. Long fingers speared through the gelled upswept hair, wrecking the style but encouraging its owner. 'I cannot believe I am ... Oh shit! Right there! ... I'm letting Chicken Wuss do ... Omifuck! ... Oh, yeah, that's the reason ... mmmmmmm.' He relaxed against the martial artist, nuzzling the soft platinum blond hair.

Zell leaned back and admired the beginning of a mark contrasting sharply with the golden tan. Sweeping his gaze downward, his eyes widened at the prize already jutting forth. "Boots off," he whispered hoarsely as he traced a finger down a well defined bicep. He watched hungrily as the other stood and toed off the heavy boots (gladly, that damn things were causing blisters with no socks). With a fingertip to the middle of the chest, he pushed the bigger blonde back until he was sitting on the edge of the wooden desk. Pulling the taller man's head down, he whispered conspiratorially "You're gonna enjoy this sooo much, Se-Fe. This and everything else I am gonna do to you." He smirked at the nervous light that entered those clear emerald eyes, then bent his head to the straining flesh before him.

The ex-bully opened his mouth in a silent scream as the little blonde sucked him in and let the head of his cock rub against the back of his throat. His hips thrust upwards, but Zell just used the motion to draw him a little deeper. Seifer's nails splintered the edge of the desk as the fighter drew back down his length. He heard murmuring and felt puffs against the head of his cock, but could not make out the words as a tingling rushed over his body. A gutteral groan echoed through the dorm room, and he realized that he'd been Esuna'd. Well, damn. Now he would have to *try* to be quiet.

'What is he up toooooooo.' His mind went blank as the stocky blonde drew him in and hummed. Seifer had received blow jobs before, some even by guys, but *none* of them had been this intense. 'Hyne, his tongue ...' He felt like he was burning up. He tried to hold back. No way on Hyne's green world was he gonna let Chicken Wuss call *him* a Minute Man. "A Gayla is weak against wind. Blue dragons are weak against ice, and so are ana - anacondaurrrssss ... "

Abruptly, he was out of that hot, wet haven and a cool breath was tickling his still damp parts. The gunbladist raised his head and tried to focus on the little blond sitting calmly in the chair before him. Electric blue eyes were shot with yellow sparks as humor danced in their depths. Firm lips tightened up into the cutest bow blowing another cool jet of air across his over-sensitized cock. His breath hitched as that talented tongue emerged to to trace his length, lingering about the head, delving into the slit.

Seifer's head fell back as Zell once again swallowed him down, his tongue flickering across the prominent veins as he did so. Those clear emerald eyes grew cloudy and drifted shut as he felt the scraping of the fighter's teeth. "Chimeras ... weak ... Holy ... " A deep growl filled through the room in complaint as again the platinum blonde pulled off, this time with a succulent 'pop'. "Fuck, Dincht! Don't tease, you sawed-off little prick, or I'll ... "

"You'll what?!" Zell challenged low and deadly as he leaned toward the taller man. "Just what *are* you gonna do, Se-Fe?" He sat back in the chair, studying the older man intently. He had a pretty good idea why the gunbladist was chanting monster stats, but could he get him to admit it? "Gaylas? Chimeras? Wasn't I ... good enough ... for you? Were you so bored that you were reviewing your homework?" the fighter's tone was scornful as he made to get up and leave.

"No!!!" Seifer frantically denied as he pushed the martial artist back into the chair.

Zell sprang back like lightning and with a simple move, threw the bigger man face first into the carpet. Dropping down on top of him, he quickly immobilized the gunbladist again. "I told you. My room, my rules. Understand?" He jabbed the nerve plex underneath Seifer's arm, causing him to see stars. "What'll it be, Se-Fe? Decide. Now."

"Aaaah, Chickie, I ..."

Jab. "I told you not to call me that in here. Now you *will* tell me why you were reciting stats." He leaned down and traced the shell of the bigger blonde's ear with the tip of his tongue. "Say it, Se-Fe. Tell me why you're more concerned about Gaylas than what you are feeling, than what I am doing to you. Tell me, you gonna tell me about Toramas while I'm fucking your ass?!"

With a groan, Seifer arched up at the suggestive comment and moaned pleadingly. "Dincht ... "

"Tell me," Zell's voice was firm.

"Dincht, please ... " the pinned man moaned and arched again. "I ... I was ..."

"Yessss?" The fighter pulled away from contact with the gunbladist.

"IwasdistractingmyselfsoIwouldn'tcometooquick'causeyoufeltsogood ..." Seifer mumbled.

Laughing, Zell flipped the bigger blonde over and kissed him deeply. Finally breaking away, he drew in a shaky breath as he dropped his forehead to meet the other man's. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" At the gunbladist's glare, he broke into peals of laughter again before starting to kiss and lick his way back down that muscular chest. Nipping and sucking at the flat nipples, he smiled as willing victim groaned and arched up, trying to find some relief. "In fact, you were so good, I'm gonna ..." he broke off as he stopped to explore the belly button. Plunging his tongue in, he discovered another zone to tease and torment. "... finish what I started." He sucked down the impressive length, causing Seifer rock his hips and bite back a moan, clenching his hands spasmodically.

Pulling off again, he grabbed the strawberry blonde hair and forced the gunbladist focus and pay attention. Cyan blue eyes snapped and the yellow highlights seemed more pronounced as he ground out "You will *not* recite stats. You will *not* hold back. You *will* let go or I will smooth cast Stop on you, stick you in the Quad, and sic Selphie on you." He released the bigger blonde's hair as he leaned down and whispered conspiratorially "Yes, you can orgasm while Stopped, but it takes a *lot* of work."

Groaning, Seifer actually went a little limp at the idea of the hyperactive pixie having unlimited access to his body.

"Aaah, what's wrong, Se-Fe? Need a little help there?" And then there was no more talking as the fighter's mouth and fingers created their own web of lightning across Seifer's nerve endings.

"Shit, Dincht!" he gasped and bucked his hips, his arms flailing with the intensity. Back on the edge of orgasm in no time, he grabbed at the platinum blonde to hold him down, to shove him down on his cock. "Hyne, yes, more ... "

The fighter grabbed the gunbladist's hands and pulled them away. Intertwining their fingers, Zell restrained the bigger blonde by holding his hands out to the sides. Bobbing his head, he easily brought the older man to the edge.

"Omifuck! Zell! I'm gonna ..."

The little blonde pulled back and then plunged down all the way, strawberry curls tickling his nose. Swallowing, he let his throat muscles squeeze and pump Seifer's cock.

Screaming Zell's name, he arched and shot into that talented mouth. It seemed like it lasted forever, coming in wave after wave. Tremors wracked his body until with one final shudder, he fell back. He was exhausted, but could not keep the big smile off his face. He pulled the fighter up and kissed him, licking off the thick cream that still clung to the corners of his mouth. Tasting himself, he plunged his tongue into the willing mouth. "Mmmm. You're delicious," he murmured.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, Chi - Dincht. Oh yeah."

A small smile played about the little blonde's lips at Seifer's self-correction. Maybe. Just maybe ...


TBC