Noire

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Author:- Kat

Disclaimer:- I don't own Final Fantasy or Squaresoft or anything in particular to be honest. I do however own a box, but don't take that away from me! And I don't do drugs if that was what you were thinking? Honest!

Notes:- Badly written lemon ahead 'coz I suck at writing 'em. You're free to flame it if you seriously feel the need.

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Moving Around


Rinoa tossed her head wildly and let her hair fly in all directions as she jumped and moved to the beat on the dance floor, waving her arms above her head and swaying her hips. The flashing lights on the high ceiling projected around the floor quickly and in amazing colour. The volume of the music was loud enough to shatter glass in some cases.

The ebony haired girl let out several excited shouts and whoops during her hip movements and several other guys noticed, starting to form a circle around Rinoa. They all moved around her, trying their hardest to look cool and flirt some with the pinching of her ass at times and enticing movements of hands around her slender figure.

Rinoa figured out that they were trying to get off with her and she decided to play along with it for a while to lead the guys on. She knew that it was a mindless game and a bit of fun on her part, but just hoped that Fujin would see it the same way if she ventured over. Seeing at least five guys flirting with her girlfriend wouldn't make the silver haired woman very happy.

"Hey, baby. Ya wanna come home with me, eh? I can show you a good time?" A denim clad blonde ran his hands up Rinoa's hips from the back and they swayed to the music together.

Rinoa craned her head round. "I don't think so. I already have a date, thankyou very much."

"You already have a date? Well then, where is he? I wanna tell him that I'm taking you home with me."

Rinoa removed the guy's hands from her hips and waved a finger in front of his face, tutting and smiling wickedly. The denim wearer raised an eyebrow.

"Not a 'he'," Rinoa corrected him. "A 'she'."

The blonde male jumped back slightly and his face twitched. He looked at the hands he had used to feel round Rinoa's hips with and then back to her. "You're a lesbian?!"

Rinoa just nodded, laughing as the denim wearer turned away and walked off with a disgusted look on his face. She loved to use her status for fun when she got the chance.

Rinoa stood for a moment observing the floor and it's flashing lights, the music pumping loud with some new dance track whilst always keeping her body moving as to not look out of place.

The ebony female scanned the seas of surrounding people for Fujin in the hopes of dancing with her. Instead, her eyes caught a certain leather clad brunette dancing to the beat and lights as wildly as she when pissed or high on something. Rinoa pushed through the mounds of moving people to go see what Squall was o.
o.

"Hey! Squally-Pants!!" Rinoa stretched out her arm to grab Squall's shoulder for support and pull herself through the people.

Squall yelped and fell backwards, slightly startled by the pull and steadied himself quickly on a nearby pole (one of the poles often used on the pole-dancing evenings). The brunette swung around the silver, metal stalk and gazed at Rinoa annoyed.

"Don't call me Squally-Pants," He scowled, but then smiled as he greeted Zell's assistant.

"I'm sowwy." Rinoa pouted.

Squall rolled his eyes. "...Whatever. So, what's up?"

The two both jumped as the DJ turned the music up a bit more, even though the floor was jumping from the vibrations already. Squall leant his head against the pole. The cold metal soothed his sweating forehead minimally.

"Not much! I'm lookin for Fujin! Ya seen her?!" Rinoa had to shout to get her voice across to Squall now. She glanced around the floor again just in case the silver haired female appeared.

Squall rubbed his forehead against the pole, closing his eyes as the metal lightly, but consistently, extinguished his burning face. "No, I ain't seen her! When did you see her last?!"

"Well, um," Rinoa put her finger to her chin as if in thought. "Not since we were getting more drinks for Zell and Seifer! Then she kinda disappeared down here!"

Squall lifted his head from the metal stalk, eyeing Rinoa with a raised eyebrow. "Seifer?!"

"Yeah, Seifer is the guy who Fujin introduced to Zell earlier! And from how things were going while I was still up there, I'd say that Zell is pretty interested in this Seifer guy! The way they were talkin' and stuff! Seifer seemed pretty interested in the business and shit!"

Those three words. 'Seifer', 'interested' and 'Zell' sparked inside Squall's head. Something twinged inside of. Only something small, but something that made him scowl and cling to the pole tighter;

Jealousy.

This Seifer person was getting on well with Zell? His Zell. His boyfriend. His partner. Squall loved Zell to death, he didn't want to let Seifer get him, even if he and Zell were just talking business. Squall had rarely been jealous of anything, but Zell was personal to him.

"Is Zell still upstairs?!" Squall shouted through the music. He pried himself from the silver pole and wandered to the far end of the dance floor in the hopes of being able to look up onto the balcony.

Rinoa skipped after Squall through the crowds of people, confused at his actions and wondering if she'd said something wrong? She lightly tugged at the sleeve of his shirt as she watched him try and scan the upper area.

"Squall, what's wrong?!" Rinoa shouted worried.

The leather clad brunette turned back to Rinoa. "I'm gonna go see Zell, Ok!? I'll catch ya later?!"

"But..!"

Rinoa didn't even have time to say anything else; Squall was off like a shot through the crowds of people before she could reply. Rinoa put her hands on her hips, sighed and shook her head, blowing at some fly away strands of hair in her eyes. She squinted at a bright red light that shone in her eyes from the ceiling's variety of colours.

"Men," She tutted.

"What about them?"

Rinoa swiveled round on her heels at a familiar voice that whispered in her ear. "Fujin!" She greeted her lover with a short hug.

"Where've ya been?!" Fujin shouted through the still pounding music.

"Around! I've been looking for you actually!"

l, yl, ya found me! Ya wanna dance?!"

Rinoa smiled widely and began to move again and this time by Fujin's side; the two were a dancing team to argue with. They made the rest of the dancers look pathetic. But Rinoa still wondered about what she had said to disturb Squall. All she had done was mention Seifer's name. She couldn't see the harm in mentioning the name of a possible business lead.

"Squall is a difficult person to understand. It's nothing," She thought to herself silently.

Rinoa brushed the whole matter off and concentrated more on what Fujin was now doing with her hands as they danced wildly to a different track with a faster, harder beat.
The dance floor was moving with excitement and vibrations. Fujin and Rinoa continued to dance their best and look fantastic against the lights that scattered the room and floor.

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Squall bounded up the metal steps to the balcony two at a time. The thought of someone else being interested in Zell maybe beyond business made the brunette jealous.

He knew Zell could take care of himself and make right decisions, but Squall always felt a small duty to always be by the drugs master's side in love, and in the business. But the thought of Zell getting off with someone else fired Squall up, even if he was overreacting minimally about the whole thing.

Sweat trickled down the side of Squall's left cheek and stood vertical at the tip of his chin. He wiped his brow irritably and jumped the last steps to the floor of the balcony, sprinting kind of casually over to the sofa he was seated on earlier.

Squall scowled when he caught the sight of, which he was guessing was Seifer, sat unusually close to his boyfriend with a titanic smirk on his face. That same tiny spring of jealousy twitched again in Squall's chest as he looked over the large blonde sat in his old place.

Zell however, never directed his attention away from Seifer even with Squall approaching. He found the man incredibly attractive and was hoping to get to know Seifer better. He always kept in mind that he was going out with Squall, but he just couldn't help flirting with the new business prospect. It was like an automatic action that he couldn't help and he knew that Seifer was doing the same too. It was terribly obvious on account of the way that Seifer sat and acted.

Squall watched Zell and Seifer's eye contact break as he stopped dead in front of the sofa, his breathing at a quickened pace from the dancing beforehand.

Seifer nearly fell forward at seeing Squall, immediately coming to the conclusion that he was drop dead gorgeous. He waved his eyes up and down the length of Squall's body saying all sorts of things to himself. Funny thing always was, Seifer had always been straight. Or at least he thought he had.

"Hey. 'Sup?" Squall asked, fanning his face with his hand.

Zell shrugged and glanced at Seifer. "Nothin' much. Just talkin' business and odds and sods."

Squall lifted a dark eyebrow at Seifer who was eyeing him unusually. Seifer blinked and met eyes with the brunette for a second, but quickly turned his face away.

"Bitch..." Squall mumbled incoherent to anyone except himself. He was still determined to make sure Zell stayed with him. He'd figured that Seifer definitely was flirting with Zell. But he wasn't sure whether it was purposely or what. Eithey, Sy, Squall wasn't going to let Seifer even touch Zell.

"You haven't met my new friend yet have you, Squall?" Zell presented Seifer with a wave of his wrist.

Squall shook his head and watched like a hawk as the newbie person stretched out his hand and made eye contact with him again. "Seifer Almasy, dealer from the other side of town. You are?"

"Squall Leonhart, assistant and *boyfriend* to Zell," Squall grudgingly took Seifer's hand and shook it lightly, making sure that he added extra emphasis on the word 'boyfriend' when he spoke.

Seifer's face seemed to change to a startled expression at the mentioning of Squall being Zell's boyfriend. Squall added a point to his newly arranged mental scorecard against Seifer for getting through to the newbie that he was with Zell.

"So, whatcha doin' back up here? I thought you were killing people downstairs with your brilliant dancing?" Zell smiled at Squall.

The brunette placed his hands on his hips. "Well I was, but I came up here to ask if you wanted to join me?"

Squall set himself the task of dragging Zell away, that way he could be sure that he could see what Zell was doing and who he was doing it with and be able to have a good time as well. The first suggestion was asking Zell to dance.

"No, not at the moment, baby. I'm busy with business. Maybe later, ok?" Zell winked at Squall and plastered an apologetic smile onto his face.

Squall's heart sank. He now felt even more like Zell was being dragged away from him. He glared and cursed in his mind at Seifer for ruining the evening and for flirting with Zell. Squall crossed off the earlier point on his scorecard, but swore he'd get that point back at a later d

"Ok, see ya then," Squall turned back round and headed back downstairs, disheartened and even more jealous than he was before. He tried not to show his disappointment.

Zell sighed, watching the brunette leave and quickly turned his attention back to Seifer who seemed to be in a trance, watching after Squall.

"So, Squall's your boyfriend then?" Seifer asked.

Zell nodded. "Been with him for nearly 3 years now."

"Do you love him?"

"Of course I do," Zell li an an eyebrow. "What makes you ask that?"

"Well, not much. Just the fact that you're sat here flirting with me instead of having a good time with your boyfriend."

Zell was sussed. It wasn't his fault he found Seifer incredibly attractive, but if he tried, he knew that he could stop trying to get to know the blonde better than he really should. He just chose at this present moment in time not to.

Zell laughed. "Yeah well. Squall is special to me, but then again, lotsa things are."

"But I don't understand why-"

"Listen, I've had him."

Seifer's question was cut short by Zell's excuse. But in truth, Zell loved Squall more than most things. He still really liked Squall a lot. Only his mind told him to say to Seifer that what he had with Squall wasn't that serious. Zell just refused to listen to that other ringing voice inside him encouraging him to tell Seifer what he really felt for Squall.

But if Zell felt like he could juggle two people at once, it was what he would do. Once Zell made a decision, he stuck with it, no going back. All he needed to do was make up his mind on what he was going to do.

Zell seriously thought Seifer was gorgeous, but knew that Squall would be mortified if he brushed him off. It was a choice that the drugs master would have to think on.

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Squall moped around the downstairs area of the club in a mood. He only smiled at people who greeted him and the look on his face said to most 'fuck off I don't care'.

He felt thoroughly depressed. Finding out that Zell would rather talk to some stranger than hang around with him sent him down. Feeling like he needed something to relax himself with, he scoured the lower level of the club for someone who would give him something to make him forget about that bastard Seifer for at least a while.

He walked around the quieter areas of downstairs, feeling mostly lonely. It was a lot calmer around the side areas nearest the walls. The music from the dance floor still pounded and the lights flashed around maniacally, but the difference; you could actually speak without having to shout and keep your eyes open for longer than 5 seconds without lights blinding you.

Squall noticed plenty of dealers around the sides, talking with varioeopleople and switching products maybe just a little bit too openly. A certain chestnut haired player caught his eye in between the flash of a green floodlight, dressed in the usual denim and suede attire of his that everyone recognised.

Irvine. A well known player around the gangs and drugs market in general. He was from the 'Otley' gang round the Far East side of the river. But if you mentioned his name, you'd get an instant response from anyone. The cowboy was always known for his famous ability to get caught by the cops and then somehow magically escape. And even then he'd carry on with his dealings as if nothing happened. He was a slippery character in more ways than one you might say.

Squall made his way over, hoping that he could wriggle his way into something for free and that Irvine would hang with him for the evening And since he didn't really want to meet eyes with Seifer or Zell for at least an hour, he didn't have anyone to talk to. (He didn't feel like traipsing off to find Rinoa)

Irvine looked up at the approaching shadow; his trademark smirk appeared on cue when he saw who it was. He possibly knew Squall was after something, and would be willing to get him drugged up enough so that he could take advantage. After all, Irvine had fancied Squall like hell ever since he laid eyes on him.

Always to his disappointment though were his efforts to get off with the brunette. Squall simply wasn't interested in Irvine sexually and only thought of him as a friend. Irvine could play along with that; he was patient and just waiting for the right moment to strike. Which was usually when Squall was fucked up so much on drugs he couldn't remember where he was or what he was doing. Though why he still failed when Squall was high, he couldn't figure out. He assumed Squall had a brilliant sense of alertness as he was always told to piss off and keep his wandering hands to himself.

Lucky thing that Squall could never remember quite that well what happened the night before, recovering with mostly a severe headache and vague thoughts. If Squall could find out what kind of things Irvine got up to, he would want to keep his distance from the chestnut druggie.

"Hi, Irvine," Squall greeted Irvine with a wave of his hand and leant against the nearby wall.

Irvine smiled widely. "Well, hello. What's an incredibly fucking sexy person like you doing around me?"

"I beg your pardon?" Squall raised an eyebrow, not amused in the least at Irvine's comment.

"Erm...I meant hi, how are you?"

Squall shook his head at Irvine's usual stupidness and personality. "Pissed off, you?"

"Ya know me, I'm cool. Got the run from the cops earlier, but I swear they almost fucking had me this time! I had to force the lock on the cop's car door off with my knife to escape. But, then again that's me. Tell me, why ya pissed? Has Rinoa beominoming onto you again?"

Irvine slipped his hands into his troupockpockets, making permanent eye contact with Squall. Gods, he seriously fancied Squall. He always studied all the contours of Squall's face like a hawk, wishing he could seriously have him. He was incredibly jealous of Zell. So jealous in fact he felt like murdering the blonde.

"Na, it's nothing for ya to worry 'bout. I'm just bored, thought I'd come and see you since Zell's working on business," Squall bowed his head, gazing at the floor, wishing that Zell was with him. That same little spring of envy at Seifer always twinged at the thought of him talking with Zell.

"Well, I must say. Ya've gotta be bored outta your fucking skull to wanna come see me. Ya don't usually," Irvine shrugged, watching Squall bring his eye line back to his level.

"Actually, I was wondering if you could give me something?"

Irvine eyed Squall mischievously. This time Squall was asking for the drugs instead of him persuading the brunette to take them. Irvine saw it as an easy opportunity, but knew he couldn't really make a definite move on Squall until he forgot the rest of the alphabet after 'C' or started calling himself 'the king of fluffy bunnies' when asked his name.

"Well, what kinda 'something' did you have in mind, dear?" Irvine stopped his chains of thought to find out if Squall was even in the mood for something harsh or just for a buzz.

Squall shrugged and tipped his head to the side. "Erm, do you have anything particularly weak on you? I'm only feeling slightly off it. I'm not in the state of mind to get totally wasted and high tonight."

Irvine felt his chances drop to basement level. If Squall was only getting drugged up on weak stuff, his chances of getting into Squall's pants were less than 0.9%.

The chestnut druggie pushed his hands into the pockets of his suede jacket and fumbled about. He knew he had some truly weak shit on him somewhere, but decided he didn't want to give it to Squall. He was going to lie and say he didn't have anything less thantty tty strong Acid. He knew that he couldn't get off with Squall this time, but he could at least raise his chances slightly. And if all that failed, he still wanted the brunette to have a good time as a friend.

Irvine produced a small, plastic covered package from his pocket and handed it to Squall who accepted it hastily and concealed it within his hands. "What is it?"

"It's the weakest shit I have on me now. All my other stuff went to some dumbass kids who can't tell sugar and salt from Cocaine," Irvine laughed.

"So you deal in table condiments now, Irv?" Squall eyed the package he squeezed in his palms. "I'll ask again what this is shall I?"

Irvine waved his hand. "It's only Acid. And no before you ask, it's not Heroin disguised as summat else like last time. Shit, that was funny. You didn't hear yourself did you?"

Squall scowled. That incident was one he'd rather not remember. Irvine had got him to take this disguised Heroin and make a complete jackass of himself by saying he was seeing pink elephants. The next morning was not nice to Squall. He stayed in bed all day and still didn't regain his normal self until the morning after that. Irvine had got a severe telling off by both Squall and Zell aas nas nearly beaten up senseless by Fujin because he called her a slapper. Still, he looked back on the time and laughed.

"Don't remind me, Irv. I have a headache enough and am on the point of depression," Squall ripped open the plastic package and emptied the contents into the palm of his hand. "And no don't ask."

Irvine shrugged and watched Squall throw the drugs into his mouth, close his eyes and wait for the buzz to kick in. The brunette winced and clenched his fists for a moment, taking a deep breath and holding it when a feeling like a shot of lightening flew through his stomach.

"So, why shouldn't I ask 'bout ya little depression state?" Irvine steadied Squall as he wavered against the wall slightly.

Squall opened his eyes and gasped, feeling a weak burning sensation throughout his body and a fluffy feeling in his head. His eyesight stayed the same since it was only a slight low class drug, but he still felt light headed.

"I might as well tell you...hadn't I? If I don't I'll never hear the end of you fucking talking," Squall turned on his side against the wall to face Irvine. "Well, ya see, Zell's got his new supposed business prospect on the go. He's talking to him upstairs now. But I think that they're really just flirting with each other 'coz they sit close together and when I asked Zell if he wanted to dance, he said 'no' and brushed me off."

Irvine's hopes flew back up for a second. Squall was taking drugs because Zell was flirting with some other guy. A better opportunity to get closer to Squall was at hand. He silently thanked this new guy whoever he was.

Irvine flung his arm around Squall's shoulders. "Awww, so you're really lonely? Poor baby."

Squall raised an eyebrow, not appreciating the fact that Irvine had his arm around him. "...Whatever."

Irvine lowered his face and whispered to Squall's ear. "Well, ya can come with me if ya want. Ya don't have to be lonely. Forget Zell, we can go kick it along for a bit."

Squall laughed slightly. "I don't think so. I'm not in the mood for being fucked by friends right now."

With that, Squall released himself from Irvine's arm wrapped around his shoulder and stumbled off in the direction of the dance floor again, his head liand and weird feeling from the Acid, leaving Irvine with a confused expression.

Irvine sighed; he used his chance to get off with Squall in a not so great way. Maybe next time he'd think of giving Squall something stronger before coming onto him quickly like he did.

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Squall trudged once again to the dance floor. If Irvine only wanted to fuck him, he didn't want to know about it since he went to Irvine for someone to talk to and get something from.

He was greeted again by the immense beat of the wild music and eye blinding lights as he engaged again in the wild battle he called dancing as difficult as it may have seemed at the time. He got back into the rhythm of the music and tried his best to move without falling since he was hyped on acid. But he didn't know what else to do besides go back to dancing. He wasn't going to stick around with Irvine and he didn't want to go back up to the balcony level. He was afraid of seeing something he really shouldn't.

Squall began a swaying hip movement to the quick music playing and moved his arms at hip level, trying to toss hiad aad around at the same time without it feeling like cymbals were clashing inside. If anything, the Acid he in-took earlier was making him feel bolder; even with the immense headache he was beginning to feel.

He moved backwards on his feet and collided with something, or someone. He turned to look and was greeted with the smiling face of Rinoa. The ebony haired girl smiled at him brightly as she turned to shout at him.

"Back again?!" She called over the music, still continuing to dance but this time with Squall. The brunette winced slightly at the pain in his ears.

"Yeah! There's not much more to do around here now!" Squall glared annoyed at some strands of hair falling in front of his eyes. To his surprise, Rinoa put her hands forward and brushed the strands behind his ears for him before he could.

"Well, what happened upstairs?! Did you see Zell?!" Rinoa moved in closer to Squall so she was almost pressed against his chest. Rinoa's early teenage crushes still lived. And Squall was one of them. In fact, he was the main one.

The female had had a huge thing for him and it wasn't going to stop. She couldn't help herself flirting with him; she'd wanted him for ages; even before she met up with Fujin. And she kept her girlfriend in mind; she just couldn't help flirting with Squall. She had tried several times to get off with him, but all had failed. She was obviously torn apart when Squall became Zell's lover, but it still didn't stop her own hands wandering at times when Zell wasn't around.

It seemed that everyone fancied and/or loved Squall. He had too many people after him and it got annoying sometimes, but he coped with it in a mature way; telling people to fuck off or he'd shoot them. He always stuck with Zell.

"Yeah, I saw Zell!" Squall started. "But I didn't--Rinoa!! What the fuck do you thing you're doing?!!" He stopped mid sentence and jumped forward as Rinoa reached her arms around his hips and grabbed his ass.

Squall pushed away from the ebony haired female, scowling angrily at her and attempted to stomp off in the direction of the balcony stairs. Rinoa was about to shout after him but decided not to. She'd made a bad move; it wouldn't particularly help to try and make it worse with excuses.

She smiled to herself though; she'd wanted to get a feel of Squall's backside for absolutely ages. She'd accomplished that, and she intended to keep it a secret from Fujin. She hoped Squall would too. Fujin had a terrible temper.

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Squall's head now began to pound lightly and his eyes droop as he made his way back up to the balcony. He knew he was going against his own wishes to go back up to see Zell, but he didn't know what else to do; he now canceled out the dance floor because 'Rinoa the molester' lurked down there. He was going to go back to where Zell and Seifer were, shove the newbie person away and sit down in his place to show who was boss and that no-one flirted with his Zell.

He gritted his teeth as he saw that the two were still flirting with each other on the sofa. "Business my ASS!!" Squall thought amongst the fuzziness in his head, walking over to Zell. He glared harshly at Seifer.

Zell lifted his gaze to Squall as he noticed him approaching him, but he noticed more than Squall himself. He realised that his brunette lover was now on something by the way he hung his head and the way his eyes laid.

A feeling of guilt swept over him. He'd neglected Squall and forced him to amuse himself with drugs whilst he flirted with Seifer. Zell jumped from his seat, took Squall by the hand and marched them both down the stairs and to the club's door before Seifer could take in what exactly had happened.

"Rinoa!!! Fujin!!!" Zell called across the dance floor pretty loudly to the two girls. They immediately stood to attention and ran to Zell's side, accompanying him from the club and out into the street.

Seifer meanwhile, stood at the edge of the balcony, leaning on the steel railing and watching Zell leave hastily with Squall and his girls. He stood alone and confused. Zell hadn't left a number or a note or even said 'see ya later.' He just upped and left when Squall made a second appearance.

"Shit," Seifer cursed. "Now I'm gonna have to track you down all over again you bastard."

Seifer's SeeD mission had been half complete when Zell left. He didn't have enough information yet to prove that Zell was a possible major dealer in the drugs business. He needed the other half to be able to bring him down and earn himself a promotion.

The large blonde smirked however. "No worries, I'll contact Fujin later and see where he's headed next. She's always been reliable..."

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"Rinoa was coming onto me again you know?"

Zell looked at Squall from his gazing out of the tinted car window. "Hmm?"

"She actually felt my ass this time," Squall clenched and unclenched his fists in his lap. "To be honest I'm actually getting pretty fed up of it. She knows I'm with you, but she still persists."

"Don't worry about her, she knows if she tries anything serious I'll shoot her," Zell laughed.

Squall faked a laugh and began to let his eyes wander to the blurred buildings running past the limo as it drove through the streets beating with nightlife. Tonight hadn't been the best of nights, but Squall had added that point back to his mental scorecard again when he dragged Zell away from Seifer without leaving a number or anything. He was chuffed with himself for that.

"Listen, Squall, I'm sorry for neglecting you this evening," Zell spoke up bringing his hand up to rest on the brunette's face when he turned, rubbing his thumb lightly over Squall's lips. "Things just got a little carried away."

Squall blinked, surprised at Zell's apology. He accepted it anyway, kissing the soft skin that was still laid on his lips. Zell smiled, leaning in and replacing the thumb with his lips in a passionate kiss.

Squall laid back fully against the soft leather of the limo's seat, allowing more room for Zell to shift himself onto Squall's lap, all the while never breaking the session of tonsil hockey the two were playing.

The blonde broke the kiss and began to trail his lips down Squall's neck, stopping when Squall's shirt proved and obstruction. Squall smiled, he knew what was coming and he laughed to himself at the thought.

"Mental," He mumbled to himself and lifted his watch to check the time. The shining dial read 11:52pm. "How convenient...Not. It's only gonna take 5 minutes to get back home."

Zell lifted up from Squall's neck, kissing at the corners of his lips instead. "What?"

Squall shook his head. "Nothing."

The brunette pulled Zell against him in another kiss, pushing his tongue hastily into Zell's mouth and entwining with his. Zell responded by letting his hands wander to the junction of Squall's thighs, brushing and massaging lightly over the growing bulge in his leather pants. Squall wiggled beneath the blonde, moaning into their still joining mouths.

It felt weird to be doing this in the back seat of a limo, but it was a new experience for the two. They could say they had done it later on in confidence. And in Zell's case, the experience would be fun.

Squall moaned again, the second noise as Zell's hand gained entry through the leather, moving in a slow beat against Squall's semi-erect cock. The brunette's breathing quickened against Zell's lips, his chest moving in shallow gasps as Zell's hand increased the pace. The blonde flickered his tongue over Squall's bottom lip and inside his mouth.

"I need you, now," Squall pulled Zell taut against him and crashed another kiss onto his lips.

Zell was forgiven. Totally forgiven for all the flirting he did with Seifer, and for leaving Squall out of his conversations earlier. Squall totally assumed that he wouldn't be seeing Seifer again. The fact that he was left without a number, address or fuck all reassured him.

The two were together, on their own now, totally free to do whatever they wanted without the bright lights and music of the club flashing and pounding right in their eyes and ears. Squall was glad. After all, you need to concentrate during sex. (A/N:- I just made that up. Lol)

Squall played with the zipper of Zell's trousers, bringing it and the material down over the top of the blonde's hips. Zell just dragged the trousers off himself and then proceeded to rid Squall of his. Squall closed his eyes and let Zell do whatever he was doing, both feeling their erections grow the more that they carried out at the fact of the moment.

Zell climbed on top of Squall, pressing him flat against the bottom of the limo's long seat, and doused his hands in saliva, covering his cock in the liquid for a makeshift lubricant. Squall smirked, lifting and hooking his legs around Zell's waist.

The blonde pushed into Squall slowly and teasingly, not bothering to prepare him first. He grasped at the brunette's hips to support him, and then began to thrust. He started at an easy pace but soon moved up to fast, banging hard into Squall and hitting his sweet spot with force.

Squall groaned continuously, asking for more, and Zell's voice occasionally rose to a shout through the sweat that covered their faces. Zell let one hand slide from Squall's hip to pump at his lover's shaft, sliding his hand quickly up and down his cock whilst continuing to move inside Squall.

The brunette gritted his teeth as he felt himself near the peak, running fire blazing throughout his body. He let out a last cry as he came, spilling himself onto his and Zell's stomachs. Zell thrust into Squall twice more before he exploded inside him, calling Squall's name quietly. The two collapsed on top of each other, breathing heavily. The cold leather of the seat was a godsend to their burning skin. Zell rested his head on Squall's chest, listening to his quickened heartbeat.

"That...was new," Squall breathed.

Zell replied by kissing his boyfriend lightly. "Interesting more like. I don't know what Sandy is going to make of the inside of her limo." Zell dabbed his fingers in some of the liquid that rested on the leather seat. "We made a bit of a mess didn't we?"

Squall laughed, trying to regain his breathing pattern but he started at something he had only just noticed. "Erm, Zell, has the car stopped?"

The blonde looked up, trying to feel for any vibrations. He felt nothing. "I think it has." He clambered over Squall to peer out the window. He was greeted with the safe house. "We're home, guess we got a bit carried away."

Squall pushed Zell off him playfully and took off his shirt, using it to mop up his stomach and then threw it at Zell for him to do the same.

"Sirs?" A knock sounded on the right hand side's window. "Are you done yet? Miss. Rinoa is waiting for you."

The two glanced at each other and laughed.

"Oops" They said in unison.

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A/N:- Ok, not the best lemon in the whole history of the world, but I'm still learning, *glances at the clock* and it is 11:06pm on a school weeknight so my brain ain't functioning that properly. Hope I writ this chapter ok? It's the longest one yet.

~Kat