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 Squall gets complaints.

Lemon, Lang, M/M, Slash, Oral

A/N: Ifrit talks to Seifer LIKE THIS, and yes, he is practically shouting at him; it's not a typo.


Chapter 3: Summons & Complaints


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 ... Zell relaxed as large warm hands trailed up and down his back before massaging the tight muscles. Shifting to get more comfortable, he felt the bigger blonde freeze at the hard contact nudging him through the denim skater shorts. He stilled, wondering how the ex-bully would deal with it.

Seifer remained quiet, his mind a virtual firestorm of thoughts and emotions. He could feel the fighter's arousal rubbing against him and wondered how he should proceed. He greatly believed in never forgetting a favor, but it warred with old habits that screamed 'are really gonna play uke for the Chicken Wuss?!?' Uncertain, he sat lost in his own thoughts, searching for a balance.

THAT DEPENDS, Ifrit echoed through his mind. ARE YOU STILL A SELF-ABSORBED STUCK-UP PRIG? OR DID ULTIMITIA BEAT THAT OUT OF YOU AT LEAST?

Seifer scrunched his face in vain against the painful onslaught of talking directly to his GF. Ifrit had left him shortly after he was taken by Ultimitia and had only recently consented to be junctioned again. The others still would not consent to join with him except Carbuncle who would junction with *anyone* for carrots and celery.

Taking the pained look on the gunbladist's face as a rejection, Zell moved away, only to be halted by a fiery grip about his wrist. Seifer's eyes snapped open, bits of amber lighting up the clear emerald as he rose to his knees. Taking a deep breath, he forced the pain aside. His voice was almost normal as he asked reasonably, "Where do you think you're going, Chickie?"

Zell twisted and yanked his wrist free. As he raised his fists and set his feet, he snarled "I told you *don't* fucking call me that!"

But the display was lost on the gunbladist as he closed his eyes and began to sway. Clutching his head, he groaned, "Please! I can't handle both of you yelling at me like that!"

THEN YOU BETTER QUIT ACTING THE FOOL OR I *WILL* DO MORE THAN JUST YELL.

The fighter lowered his stance when he realized what the strawberry blond was saying. Incredulous, he gently lifted Seifer's chin up and waited for him to open his eyes again. As the bigger blond did so, he recognized the amber highlights for what they were. Shocked, he absently stroked the gunbladist's jaw. As far as anyone knew, Seifer couldn't junction since he came back from Time Compression. Scuttlebutt thought that the Sorceress had screwed up his para-magic abilities with her mind control.

'Quetz, is he really junctioned?'

'Yes, I can feel Ifrit within him now. He has been accepted once more. At least by the fiery one.' He could almost hear the distainful sniff.

"Seifer? Is Ifrit ... talking to you again? Does Squall know?" asked the platinum blonde hesitantly.

The tall blonde sat back on his heels and gave a rueful chuckle. "Yes, the Ice Princess is aware. He decided to keep it quiet to make me seem less dangerous. Plus there are complications. As for Ifrit, yeah, I guess you could call it talking. With a bullhorn maybe."

WELL, IF YOU WOULD HAVE LISTENED THE FIRST TIME ... Seifer winced at the GF's cutting tone.

"What did he say?" Zell asked quietly, curiously.

"He said if I would have listened the first time that ..."

"That what?"

"That I wouldn't be in the shitstorm I am in now. He told me at the time that Ultimitia was good for nothing piece of trash, but I wouldn't listen, and then it was too late. So, he and the others left me so she couldn't use them too. To use any magic, I was junctioning into her directly which increased her hold on me."

"But he's back now?"

"Sort of," Seifer sighed. "It's kind of an armed truce sort of trial. Since her, I have problems with *anyone* in my head, and he's not yet sure he really wants to be there, not sure I can keep it together. So, 'for the greater good', he's appointed himself my guardian force in more ways than one. Small stuff he'll let me slide on. He says he lets me get away with it so I don't think he's a nag. But if he feels I am fucking up majorly, he tells me about it. Loudly. In detail. Very graphic detail."

"Isn't it dangerous to stay junctioned?"

"We're not. He's just ... aware ... most of the time, not truly junctioned. He can junction and unjunction on his own at any time, just in case I fall into another Sorceress' thrall. He says that the GFs were unaware of the damaged they were causing to our memories. They are trying to find a way to help us without hurting us."

'Really, Quetz?'

'Yes, but it is really difficult to know what areas are safe for us to be in and which aren't. We're working on it."

"Wow, Se-Fe, that's big!" The little blonde seemed impressed, then scrunched up his brow in concentration. "So why *was* Ifrit yelling at you earlier?"

The gunbladist pinked, but answered honestly. "I was taking too long to make up my mind."

"Make up your mind? About what?"

The blushed darkened and covered the back of Seifer's neck. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. As the blush deepened and extended to the tips of his ears, he ducked his head and studied his hands.

SELF-ABSORBED STUCK-UP PRIG!

At the gunbladist's grimace and flinch, Zell knew he was being yelled at by his fiery Summon. "You can tell me, Seifer," he whispered softly. "It's ok. I won't judge. Maybe I can help you work it out."

"I ... I was trying to make up my mind if I was going to return the favor or ... chicken out."

"Return the favor?" The fighter's face was blank as he tried to decipher the bigger blonde's statement. "What do you meeeannnn ..."

His question ended on a sigh as the gunbladist decided that words were just in the way. In one fluid motion, he ripped open the button fly and slid the denim skater shorts off that tight ass. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he noted the platinum blonde's commando condition, but the thought was fleeting as he sucked Zell's cock into his mouth.

BETTER. NOW DON'T HURT HIM WITH YOUR STUPIDITY. I'M TRUSTING YOU.

Seifer felt the soft click in his mind as Ifrit left him, unjunctioning to allow him some privacy. The resulting wave of dizziness passed quickly, and he growled in relief knowing that the Fiery One was no longer hanging around fixing to yell in his ear.

"Se-Fe!" Zell squeaked, grabbing the strawberry blonde hair and holding him close.

The gunbladist swallowed and held still until the grip in his hair lessened, then quickly backed off. "You ok?" he asked huskily. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Just the opposite. That growl thing ... felt good." The fighter stroked the golden cheek, encouraging the clear emerald gaze to meet his own. "You know, you don't have to ..."

Seifer stared into the electric blue, noting the lack of yelllow sparks for the first time, then smiled. "I know I don't *have* to. But I *want* to." He nuzzled the platinum curls before him. "Though a few pointers might be nice. I've never given before, only received."

"Really? You seemed to being doing superrrrrrrr ..."

The bigger blonde didn't let him finish as he drew him back into his mouth and started growling on purpose. The fighter wasn't as long as he was, but he was definately wider around the base, causing the gunbladist really open up. He clutched the tight buttocks and pulled him closer, deeper.

Zell looked down in amazement at the sight of the Great Almasy on his knees before him, sucking him off and doing a damn fine job of it. Talk about a fantasy come true. How many of his other fantasies might he get the ex-bully to participate in? The mere thought triggered a cascade of images in his mind, pushing him to the edge. "Se-Fe ... Se-Fe ... Se-Fe" he chanted, whether it was a cheer or benediction, he really couldn't say. "I, I, I ..."

"Give it to me, Chickie," came the hoarse whisper as the hot mouth covered the little blonde's cock. Seifer began pumping it, sucking it, and scraping his teeth along the sensitive head. "SSSSEEIIFFERRRRRRR ..." came the scream, and he pulled back, letting Zell to shoot across his face and chest, allowing him the mark him in the most elemental way. Zell tensed and tightened up, and for one endless moment, stood solid as a pillar. Drawing him back into his mouth, Seifer licked him clean, then caught his little blonde as he crumpled into a boneless mass in his lover's arms.

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"Squall! I *know* you are in there! We have an emergency!"

'Whatever ...'

"Squall! It's Seifer!"

'Seifer. Why am I not surprised.' The cranky brunette went to leave his office where he had been hiding all weekend. Yes, hiding. Discretion *was* the better part of valor. Xu and Rinoa were getting bitchy again, and he was *not* getting in the middle of it this time. Upon entering the outer office, he was greeted by about a dozen cadets. All of them looking at him expectantly. Oh, fuck.

Nida rushed to explain. "They all have the same complaint. Seifer and Zell are making too much noise and keeping them up all night."

Squall blinked, confused. 'Seifer and Zell ... fighting? Hyne damn it, he *told* Seifer that he was on probation. If he was fighting with Zell, all deals were off and he would have to leave Garden. He *knew* that.' He scowled.

"Commander," said one of the cadets hesitantly. "If you could just get them to keep it down a little. I mean, it *is* Dincht's room but you can hear them all the way at the end of the hall."

'Zell's room? How the fuck did *Seifer* get into *Zell's* room? And why? In all his years of bullying, he had never followed a victim into their own room.'

"Did any of you *ask* them to keep it down? Bang on the wall? Anything?" he asked the cadets.

ALL of the cadets looked horrified.

"I'm *not* banging on *any* upperclassman's door. Sir." stated one.

"Certainly not one with Almasy behind it anyway."

"Not Dincht's either, man. He stood against the Sorceress in the Final Battle. He would, like, seriously kick my ass."

"Besides," said the little redhead to Squall's right, "Seifer's probably getting what he deserves." The rest of the cadets all nodded in agreement.

Squall's eyes narrowed and went absolutely frigid. "And just what does that mean?" Seifer was an asshole, but he deserved a fair chance to rehabilitate.

"You know, Sir," the redhead replied. "If Dincht is leveling the playing field after all those years of Almasy bullying him, that's his gig. It's not up to us to interfere. Sir."

The Commander stared at the redhead for a moment, then looked around at the nervously nodding heads. "If you all feel that way, why are you here?"

"'Cause they're soooo looouud!" wailed a female cadet.

Huh? "Whatever. Go to the cafeteria and get breakfast while I sort this out." Squall shook his head. What the fuck was going on?"

TBC