Convergence [2]: Blood Roses

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~ 5 ~

Squall awoke to direct sunlight stabbing its way through his eyelids. He squinted hard and turned onto his side to get out of the way, but it didn't work. Goosebumps broke out on his arms-- so much harsh light, and still he was freezing. He reached down to pull his blanket up over his face, and didn't find it until he leaned over to look at the floor where it lay crumpled, leaving him bare. The motion of rolling brought pain to his head, no doubt an effect of the sun, so he got up and tumbled his way through the kitchen. The bedroom had drapes. He could block it out completely that way.

By the time he had drawn them and made it to his as-of-yet unused bed, his clothing strewn about in a trail behind him on the floor, he was ready to collapse. His unplanned nap had been restless, his jacket and pants tugging at him constantly, refusing to let him get comfortable. All he wanted now was more sleep. Warm, naked, painless sleep devoid of sunlight's interrpution.

After shoving his useless assortment of throw pillows aside, he yanked down the bedspread, blanket and sheet at once, and was faced with confusing blackness. He reached down, having expected regulatory stiff white cotton-- and found silk beneath his hand. Grumbling something generally incoherent about Irvine being too damn horny for his own stupid horny good, he fell forward anyway. The sheets were cool, *cold* actually, but the weight of all the blankets pressing down onto his body promised to warm him up soon enough.

~*~*~

Aching all over and still half-damp from a recent shower, Zell sat languidly against the wall in the hallway, half an hour early with nowhere better to be. Six hours he had spent in the training centre-- six, and no beast larger than a baby Grat had sniffed him out. He had depleted the area's share significanly, so he'd be dammned if he would brag about his count (256 total) to anyone this time, when he could be made to foot the bill of repopulation. And still, after all the hard work and all the thinking, the only thing he had been able to come up with was the knowledge that he shouldn't have been where he was at the moment. There was still that hopeful sliver nagging at his proverbial paw, however, one that said Squall just might end up pleased. It was that one he still chose to agitate, beating himself over the head all the while-- he wanted him, and without Seifer there to contradict his complaints, he would probably never have him again.

And then there was that whole 'love' thing. What the hell was that, anyway? It was true he'd felt a special connection with Squall for as long as he could remember, his presence a constant thanks for all the times Squall had saved his ass from the man he was about to conspire against him with, but--

Coughing sarcastically, Zell shook his head. Couldn't even return Squall's favours. People who loved didn't act the way he was acting. Nor did they wait around for the object of their affections until long past midnight to complete their 'work' just to be callously fluffed off when they suggested 'hanging out,' and they never, ever went back the very next night to do the same thing again. For months. Years, even. Or at least, people with any sense didn't.

A senseless traitor, that's what he was.

But this wasn't about sense. This was about love-mush. Pff, there was no way he could be in love with him. He hadn't even *dated* a guy before, let alone slept with one, and that was still a far cry from love. Maybe it had just been about relieving stress and occupying time in the desert, no matter how right and great and perfect anything felt. An experience like being lost, all the uneasiness and hopelessness that went along with it, could explain anything. If he was destined to love someone, that someone was a she.

Like that girl from the library, what was her name? Jessica, Jessie, Jamie... something like that. Maybe he had loved her. Yeah, he had, he even told her so a few times. She had the most gorgeous brown hair. It was pure molten copper when it flowed between his fingers. Well, maybe not *pure.* Kinda mousy, now that he thought about it.

There was Jade, too, a few months later. He hadn't said he loved her, but he had come close. Why had he broken it off? He tapped his fingernails against his front teeth as he thought. In her case, he hadn't been caught up by her hair but her eyes, beautiful and grey, encircled by long brown lashes. Then he had gotten close enough to take a good look-- they were too ashy, too drab. They didn't change colour as much as they should have, like he wanted them to, from misty to crystalline in half a second. That was why he ended it.

He was a *shallow* senseless traitor, he revised as he rolled one failed relationship after another through his mind's eye. One's lips didn't pout enough, another's breasts were too large, and yet another looked completely hideous in the fur coat she insisted on wearing when they went out. Several had been too short, at his height or just below. Giggled too much? Out. It even turned him off when they smiled at him, sometimes, and they never stayed quiet long enough to listen to him-- they always found some reason to interrupt him, like gushing about their 'girlfriends' or some stupid flavour-of-the-month pinup boy.

Yep, he was a horny, shallow, senseless, backstabbing retard. That about summed everything up. He tore off his fighting gloves and stuffed them into a pocket, then begain ruthlessly massaging his palms, punishing himelf with more pain than he needed to. Squall was probably the same thing to him all those exes were, and he would continue fooling himself until he found some stupid flaw to turn him off. Tonight would be as good a night as any in which to search for it.

"Ready to go, or are you just going to sit there and shake all night?"

Zell nearly smacked his head on the ceiling two stories above him, visibly startling Seifer in turn as he jumped to his feet. "Course I'm ready." He did his best to switch into action-mode. Now it was time to do or die, though he could see one leading to the other.

"If you still have a deep internal monologue to complete, by all means, don't let me interrupt," Seifer offered, crossing his arms in amusement. He was wearing his coat again, its weight on his shoulders like returning home. The girls at the laundry had taken his order right to the top of their waiting list (just because he was so special, they said) -- it was returned to him clean without a split to be seen, and he tipped them generously for their excellent care of his Precious.

Zell was already brushing past him by the time he finished his sentence. "Let's just get it over with..."

"Don't tell me you're about to *chicken* out."

"I'm not." Zell pushed the button beside Squall's door. It didn't open right away-- which meant that the elevator was still up at the top, which meant that Squall hadn't taken it back down with him, which meant he was still in his apartment. Egads, his heart was thundering.

"Ah, good," Seifer observed from behind Zell's shoulder, apparently thinking the same thing. He leaned forward to quietly inquire near his ear, "Something tells me you aren't looking forward to this."

"I'm not," Zell repeated stiffly as the door swished open, reminiscent of the gateway to hell.

To Seifer, of course, it was heaven instead. He followed Zell inside, cocking an eyebrow as Zell flumped against the wall and stared at the floor with eyes barely open. "Why? It isn't like I'm going to make you just sit there and watch. I'm cruel, but not *that* cruel."

"Right. Thanks a lot."

"Yes," Seifer continued, draping an arm over Zell's shoulders, "You'll be rewarded generously for this." Zell finally tilted his head up to look at him, appearing slightly paler than usual. "Don't worry."

~*~*~

Something woke Squall up. He wasn't sure what it was-- the room was dark and serenely silent-- maybe he had a dream. His soft enclosure was nice and warm now, the silk making him feel like he was floating on nothing, a bodiless head, a baby in a womb. He didn't open his eyes (nothing to worry about, this was his home now), sleepiness already pulling on his consciousness again. He raised his arms over his head in a stretch and curled his hands beneath the top of his pillow. Insomnia... what was that? ... He couldn't remember... would probably never have to again...

Mmm, waitaminnute, someone was kissing him. When had this started? He inhaled sharply through his nose, his head jerking up a little before promptly falling back down-- Zell. Fingers crept gently around the back of his neck, a thumb began stroking one of his earlobes, and he passively let his lips fall open. He forgot in his euphoric haze of relaxation that he was supposed to be telling Zell to leave. His mouth was filled with heat, a warmth careful and deliberate and familiar in its deepening strokes, and he was stupid for thinking he had already felt as good as possible when alone. Gradually he relearned how to respond, forgetting too that he consisted of anything but his mouth, only existing where Zell touched him. Fabric rustled somewhere above him, growing more distant as the kiss intensified. Hm, that was strange. Zell was already cradling his head with both hands, so who--

Squall's already-raised wrists were pulled against one another by an unknown force, then lifted and swiftly jostled around a bit before being dropped back down. He froze, eyes flickering open in the darkness, but Zell didn't. Those kisses moved down his chin, to his jaw, and continued along his throat as Zell climbed over him, knees making dents in the blanket to either side of his hips, drawing it tight. Pinning him. "Wha..."

A chuckle. Oh, no, Hyne no -- he lifted his arms, finding a little give before whatever he'd been restrained with pulled taut, and his next breath stabbed right through his heart.

"Perfect. I don't think he could have made it any easier for us." The light flicked on, a low setting, dusting the room with soft gold. Squall was still unused to it, so he squinted as he found Seifer standing beside the switch, staring right at him. Hungry. "I almost laughed out loud when he lifted his arms up for me. It was like he was asking for it." Squall didn't have any words to respond with-- instead he tilted his chin up to investigate his wrists. A black bunch of silk tied them together, the length left over attached to the bedpost a foot past his hands. The knots were obviously tight, either doubled or tripled. As hard as he tugged, it was absolutely painless; just firm, constant confirmation that he had nowhere to go. He shifted beneath the bedspread drawn tight across his middle and had to bite his toungue as the friction tried to coax a moan from him.

"I told him where the extra sheets were," Zell admitted against Squall's collarbone. "Better than what he brought. Handcuffs would hurt you." At Squall's shiver, Zell pushed himself up on his hands. He opened his mouth to say something and promptly forgot what it was. Squall's eyes had lightened dramatically, which could only mean that he had removed his junction. Somewhat overwhelmed by this, Zell fell forward and claimed another kiss, this one thankful and more heated than the first. Squall's eagerness to accept the dominating thrusts of his tongue amazed him. He couldn't break away even as Seifer cleared his throat; only when he was tugged up by the back of his collar did he give it up.

"Alright, Chickie, that's enough for now." Seifer was as amused as he sounded-- Squall was now glaring right up at him, looking livid. He doubted he would find the same resentment in an exploration of Squall's body, a step that he expected to reach soon.

Squall was unnerved by Seifer's sudden nearness, the loom of his bulk overhead as they stared at one another past Zell's ear. "Untie me," he demanded shakily, his midsection twisting and pooling with heat at the sound of his own words. This wasn't right. Whatever they specifically planned to do would likely ruin everything, but such a conviction was already getting tough to hold on to. Thus, helpless panic flooded his nerves. He started bucking erratically under Zell, though with his hips where they were, he couldn't move far. Zell, although quiet, remained steadfast-- he just lowered his head, resting a cheek on Squall's chest as though waiting for a wave to wash away. It did after seven seconds or so, leaving Squall panting with the exertion and the effects of so much more rubbing. "You think you want this, you think it's right," he tried to explain, unsuccessfully willing the smirk from Seifer's face, "but you don't get it. You'll just end up hating each other. It's a mistake. Leave."

"You think that's an excuse for tryin' to make us hate you?" Zell countered, his breath fanning across Squall's shoulder, "Nuh-uh."

"Continue," Seifer interrupted, still staring at Squall while he ignored him, the word obviously meant for another. Zell swallowed quite hard when he heard it. Seifer had already warned him about how angry Squall would probably be, and how he would fight them at first, like he had before. Everything would end up okay. It would be worth it.

Squall shivered violently as he was exposed to the air, Zell's blunt fingertips dragging along his sides with the blankets until they puddled against the footboard. Both sets of eyes stared at him now, drawing goosebumps on his skin and raking his form like it was all they could ever want-- and all he could do was lay there and let them, as the weight of Zell's hands rested now on his knees.

Seifer filled Squall's entire field of vision in an instant and took a voilent kiss, squeezing his jaw hard between thumb and finger to successfully open his mouth and impatiently rape him with his tongue. The move elicited Squall's first involuntary sound of the evening, a gurgled moan of surprise that cut off when Seifer pulled back as suddenly as the kiss began. "Fucking get to it already," he hissed through gritted teeth. "It's not like you still don't know if he wants it."

As was intended, the words propelled Zell from his reverence and pushed his hands up Squall's thighs. Held breath burst silently across Seifer's cheek as trained hands met their destination, already so hard, so inviting. "We're only doing this because we have to," Seifer explained, the first words he had directed at Squall since awakening him, while Zell got to work on his coaxing massage, "If you'd just quit--"

"This is the real world now, Seifer," Squall interrupted, striving to keep his eyes level and focused when all they wanted to do was roll back into his head. "Now it's time to get back in contact with reality. There was... freedom, before. We were far away from everything. But here... here, three people can't just... just..."

"Why not?"

"It's not how things are done."

"Hm, you know, that's funny... I checked my copy of the Garden Rulebook just tonight-- which, I should add, you can edit at your liesure whenever you like anyway-- and it said nothing to forbid three consenting adults from--"

"You call this 'con'--" Squall cut off to breathe as Zell's caresses intensified, "'consenting?'"

"Are you saying it isn't?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

Seifer began to lightly trace a path down the centre of Squall's throat, feeling a swallow beneath his fingertips. "Should we just leave, then? Untie you, disappear, never come back again?" Squall didn't answer him, eyes finally falling shut as reluctance painted rose across his cheeks. "It's not that different from before." Seifer's hand fell upon a nipple to lightly twist; Squall hissed. "We're here, with you, alone. No one else, no one but us, knows anything about this. And no one will." He kissed Squall again, softer, as he no longer needed to force his way inside.

Zell let himself grimace out of the others' view as he was reminded of Irvine's speculations. Hopefully 'speculations' would remain the right term and he could forget about it all together, because if Irvine mentioned anything to Selphie, Selphie would just *have* to tell Quistis, and Quistis would probably talk to Kadowaki and Xu, Xu would pass it on to Nida.... He derailed his train of thought from its dangerous track, focusing back on the light quiver of Squall's thighs, the occasional twitch of the strained flesh he held. He didn't want to just touch Squall anymore. He wanted those two to quit arguing-- wanted to stir up enough of a reaction to keep Squall from being *able* to talk, hell that was part of the plan anyway, so why not?

Squall cried out into Seifer's mouth, tongue freezing against his when Zell tasted him. The air around him was so cold, the rest of his body seeming even colder as the warmth of Zell's mouth, one he hadn't yet felt, slowly encompassed him. He had been rather lost in the kiss, already used to allowing himself natural reactions, and he lifted his hips into the feeling before he could stop himself.

Seifer backed away to observe, loving what he saw as he gave Squall room to toss his head to the side. Zell had continued to the next step a little more quickly than he was supposed to, but that was alright. He didn't blame him. "You could cut glass right now," he mused,stinsting the other nipple just to watch Squall arch up, "Cold?"

"Mm," Squall confirmed, too overtaken by the slow strokes of Zell's tongue to say much else.

Seifer nodded, frowning thoughtfully as he stood up leaned over Zell's crouching form. "Give me a minute here, and I'll take care of it." He could tell Zell wasn't very skilled at what he was doing, rather awkward while a little too rhythmic, and that was exactly what he had hoped for. Inexperience would draw this out, a consant tease. He pulled up the hem of Zell's shirt-- Zell grunted softly with surprise and pulled his mouth away a moment later to let Seifer bring it over his head. "Tastes good, doesn't he?" He continued as he began unfastening Zell's jeans.

"Mmmhm," Zell replied, unwilling to stop once he'd started again to articulate a better answer. Squall jerked in his mouth at the vibration, hardening slowly further and spurring him on. The denim was shucked down his legs; he lifted one knee and the other so Seifer could free him, thankful for the help. A second later Seifer's hand was on his bottom, squeezing a moan from him that continued along the chain to make Squall echo it.

"You're doing well," Seifer urged, the encouragement bringing a light blush to Zell's cheeks. "Now, onto the floor." Zell drew Squall's erection from his mouth reluctantly, swiping his tongue across the slit in a final thought before losing contact and sliding both knees off the bed.

Squall watched the scene with confusion, disappointed at being left to freeze again with no one touching him. So much touch, he had been almost overloaded after they escaped the prison. He hadn't thought he'd be able to handle that much so soon again but now he thought he might go insane if left too long without it. Zell shuffled along the floor and pulled on his shoulders just as Seifer's hands, now behind him, slid beneath his back. Zell kissed him again as they helped him roll onto hide ide and aligned him with the edge of the bed. He could taste his own salt on Zell's tongue.

"We figured out your little plan," Seifer began, his voice distant from behind, "I thought you were smarter than that."

Squall turned from Zell's kiss. "Smarter than what?"

"Smart enough to realize that you're the only reason we even talk to one another when we don't have to," Seifer's weight tipped him a little, Zell's hand still on his shoulder, keeping him from falling onto his back again. "Smart enough to see that the only way to set us up is to join us." He drew Squall against him, nestling him against his larger frame. Squall sighed loudly as the fire of Seifer's body struck his back, erect heat pressing into his tailbone in a pleasant reminder; Seifer had undressed while Zell kissed him. "You want to be with us. Me, him. Both. I'm willing to deal with that if it means I can have you."

"Me too," Zell confirmed, watching Squall's face from where he still knelt. He wasn't sure it was true. Right now, it was. In the future, it might not be, but he would worry about that when the time came.

Seifer leaned forward, wedging his face between Squall's cheek and the shoulder of a raised arm. He pushed his hand beneath Squall's side and slid it up his neck to tip his head back over his shoulder, fingers curling up over his chin and staying there. He forced a slight arch into the back before him as he brought a leg around to keep both of Squall's from moving. "You left some charming evidence beside you while you slept, that last morning."

"Fuck, was that ever hot..." Zell mumbled, eyes glazing a little as his imagination took over. He shuffled sideways to take Squall into his hand again, finding him not quite as hard as he had been before as he began pumping. "Little bite marks... wish you coulda made 'em on *me* somewhere instead..."

As needy as Squall should have been feeling right now, the words plagued him with embarassment. Seifer had been smart to pin him against him so tightly, as he would have been trying to throw him off if he thought he had a chance. "... weren't supposed to know..."

"Are you sure?" Seifer asked as a couple fingers stretched, pressing just below Squall's bottom lip and pushing his head even further backwards, "You left it right out in the open.... Now, now, don't be embarassed. Chickie was being hot. I probably would've jerked off listening to him too."

The compliment-- and Squall's emotional groan at hearing it-- drove Zell to fill his mouth with him again, pulling him against the back of his throat with more passion than before. *He* was embarassed now. Maybe this could distract them both from it. Squall let loose quite a cry, tensing behind Seifer's binding shin as he tried and failed to thrust forward.

"There's a purpose to all this torture," Seifer soothed into Squall's ear after Zell was a few minutes into his task. "Extracting information."

Squawallwallowed, his larynx bobbing against Seifer's palm as he tried to control the heave his his chest. He just wanted to be fucked now, by someone, anyone. Screw information. "Don't you... know enough... already... for fuck sakes?" A snicker rumbled against his back and, feeling quite indignant now, he used the last bit of slack left above his arms to gain leverage and thrust his bottom back into Seifer's hips. He was darkly pleased by the gasp sucked in beside his ear. "Pla"Playing dirty, hm? I don't think so." Seifer drew his leg back further, the arch he forced now slightly painful. Squall's eyes flew open to stare at the headboard, adrenaline dragging him through an intense shudder. The heel of Seifer's palm pressed his throat a little harder, bringing volume into every one of his breaths. "I want you to tell me exactly what was in your pretty mind while you were chewing on your belt." He eased up on Squall's throat a little to leat him speak, and only one word came.

"... you."

"That was the shittiest answer you could have given me." Seifer returned the pressure, and Squall returned to gasping. "Fucking cop-out."

"Seif, you're being mean," Zell interrupted, a clear little string stretched between his lips and the purpled nub protruding from his fist as he peered over the edge of the bed.

"Shut the fuck up and do your job so I can do mine," Seifer replied, sarcastically pleasant. Zell's eyes widened before he did just that, not having liked removing Squall from his mouth in the first place anyway.

"Now, *you.*" Seifer dug a fingertip hard into Squall's chin to get his full attention, "Tell me a story. Make me see it."

Squall started to panic a little at that idea. He couldn't just *tell* them. "It's private," he gasped.

"'Private?' *Nothing* is private unless I say so." Seifer quietly laughed at him, the sound burning his face. "Zellyboy, I take it back. Stop for a minute; Squall needs some time to think."

"No!"

Zell ignored Squall's plea, fighting the tug it had on his chest as he backed away. This was going somewhere that was sure to be interesting. Although his mouth was empty, he kept moving his hand to keep Squall alert to what else he was missing. "I wanna know too."

"Please, just..." Oh, hell, he was begging again, and it felt as good to do so as it had before. He had to have Zell's mouth back. Had to have it. "Please, I need..." he moaned, fully tensed as Seifer held him fast on all sides, "I need... I'll tell you, just..."

"Alright, fine. Zell, go ahead." Zell pounced at the permission, relating to how intensely Squall craved. He gave in to his own touch, forcing his free hand to move slowly as he took Squall back. He wouldn't come before he was done this, didn't want to yet, he just needed *something.* Squall's relieved moan drew out one of his own.

"And, you," Seifer nipped at Squall's ear, "if that was a bluff, expect him to stop again, this time for good. We'll just leave you tied up here and have our own fun if you can't play by the rules."

"You ... wouldn't..."

"Think I'm lying? Try me. Chickie and I'll fuck right there in the hallway, and this time you *won't* be able to touch yourself."

Struck with fear, Squall realized that no, Seifer probably wasn't lying. He had decided to draw this from him and wouldn't back out, especially when he had another body to take care of him just as well. Being left to listen alone was the worst thing that could happen to him. He struggled to gather a description in his mind, the thoughts alone jabbing even more arousal down through his belly.

"Here," Seifer offered, bringing softness back into his tone to sound ironically comforting as he kept Squall bent painfully backwards against him. "I'll even give you more incentive," he said around the finger in his mouth before sandwitching his hand between their bodies. A few of Squall's gasps melded into sobs as Seifer pressed against his entrance, never passing through, but rubbing, tickling instead. "You have five seconds to start talking, in acceptable detail, or it all ends. Five."

"Wait! You have to... I can't--"

"Four." The pressure increased; it was the top of Seifer's bent knuckle pushing just barely inward, wide and torturous as desperation clenched him hard against it. The grip of Zell's mouth tightened, head bobbing ever faster. "Three."

No time to plan, to calculate, to arrange things in discernable-- "Two," -- order, to keep from making a fool of himself as his abdominal muscles tightened, every perfect sensation he could feel drawing up, gathering from his thighs.

"You... fucking asshole--damn stupid prick, listen to m--" Seifer's palm cut off his curses, closing his windpipe.

"One."

Squall's mind blanked. Completely and utterly empty-- but the panic was shortlived as his throat was released before he had time to long for air. The gasp he drew in was loud anyway, thrust back out in a deep moan that bordered on a scream as Seifer finally shoved that finger inside, immediately bearing down on the tight knot of arousal pitted within his gut and successfully undoing it, pushing his confession right out of him. "Fucking... me..." he squeaked, full use of his vocal chords lost as he came hard against the roof of Zell's mouth, shaking and shuddering uncontrollably in Seifer grip, "Uhn...You... fucking me. And..."

"Don't stop now," Seifer urged, his own voice shaking a little as he took in the scene, "You're doing great."

"... and... me fucking Zell. Same time," he finished as Zell finally released him, having loved every drop and only wishing there was more.

"Hmm..." Seifer watched Zell wipe the back of his hand roughly over his lips, eyes wide and darkened to navy, "What do you think? Will we accept that?" Zell nodded eagerly before jumping up and drowing Squall's fallen cheek and lips with greedy kisses, apparently rendered speechless for the time being.

In a moment, they were g Squ Squall struggled and failed to open his eyes as Zell's lips left his. Seifer's weight disappeared, letting him roll onto his back. They couldn't be leaving now, that had to have been good enough, just had to-- something was tugging on his hands again; his wrists were released. Strong hanuideuided his arms, aching with strain, back down to his sides. It was over. They would leave now. He hadn't been good enough.

"You'd think someone about to have a wish granted would look a little happier," Seifer mused, shifting somewhere beside him. Squall finally opened his eyes as understanding came to him, finding Zell hovering over him, a big grin on his face.

"Yeah... that's what I'd think," Zell agreed, taking on a little bit of Seifer's tone.

"Get the hell up, Squall. You're not paralyzed." Seifer pulled on Squall's hips, dragging him across the sheets to give Zell room to settle down.

"Gimme 'im," Zell demanded impatiently as he hopped onto the bed; Seifer rolled Squall back over in compliance. Having regained some of his motor skills by now, Squall climbed over Zell's hips on his own. As soon as he was balanced, he was tugged down into more hungry kisses, his hair dusting Zell's forehead. "Gonna fuck me now?"

"Yeah," Squall confirmed, biting the corner of his lip as Zell's simple question hardened him easily. His head fell forward, cheek pressing against Zell's as he balanced himself on one hand. "I am," he finished, voice growling a little as he wrapped his hand around Zell's length, squeezing hard. Zell moaned, hips snapping up into it. Squall fell in love with that sound, just wanted to hear more and more if it.

"Hold on a minute, kiddies," Seifer warned from beside them, digging through the pockets of his coat. A second later he found a half-empty tube and tossed it onto the mattress. "You do the honors, Squall. And *don't* use it all, else I'll pound your ass into the fucking gr--" he cut off in a laugh, scratching his head. "Wait, that's what I'm going to do anyway. Never mind.... Ah, I my wit surprises even myself..."

Squall shook his head as he grabbed the lube, quickly squeezing what he hoped would be the right amount onto his fingers before Seifer snatched it away from him. "Hurry up," Zell urged, need bringing irrational fear that Squall just might be reluctant as he raised his knees and wrapped his legs around Squall's lower back. Fortunately, he was very, very wrong-- a slick finger rushed into him, soon accompanied by another, making him tremble and empty his lungs.

Seifer settled heavy behind Squall, radiating enticing heat to his thighs and bottom. Two invading fingers threw him forward to bite at Zell's lips, the nibbles trying to draw out more sound. Right now, Zell couldn't make any. He couldn't even involve himself in the kiss, he was so lost in the bliss he never thought Squall would bring him again.

Soft kisses befell the centre of Squall's spine, bordering on affectionate as they made their wet trail towards the nape of his neck. He shivered; one of Seifer's hands thunked onto the mattress beside his shoulder, the fingers of the other wiggling inside him as he haunched over him. Then the invasion left him, and he almost groaned again at what was coming. Seifer didn't even wait for him to remove his fingers from Zell before smoothly filling him with his entire length. Squall nearly collapsed, it was so sudden-- and would have had Zell not been holding his shoulders.

Zell wanted to cry at how amazing the surprise looked on Squall's face. "C'mon," he panted, tugging Squall back into focus with a hand on his cheek.

Shit, Squall remembered, chest fluttering, there was still more. Seifer remained still behind him, letting him back up and replace his hand with his own straining flesh-- and as soon as he was positioned Seifer drew out and shoved back in, successfully pushing him through Zell's entrance. Zell choked on the sound he tried to make, but Squall's was loud and clear. "Gods! Nhhh..." This involved so much more than he could have held in a fantasy, even before Seifer backed up and then shoved him into Zell again with another thrust to begin the friction.

"Mfffuck," Seifer mumbled behind him, already breathless as their rhythm slowly developed, "So fuckin' tight Squall... . think I'm gonna come before... you want me to..."

Squall barely heard him, too lost to care what he was saying. Zell responded for him. "You better hold onto it... nnn... you just... you just *better,*" he growled, unable to come up with a threat.

Their pace grew ever faster, Seifer forcing Squall back into Zell's tight heat just as he withdrew, keeping him locked in the thrill of constant, alternating sensation. His forehead fell into Zell's shoulder, triggering the blond to explode with hitching sounds right next to his ear. Squall responded with his own little moans, more comfortable as he felt drowned out by Zell's.

"Hyne... you two-re... loud..." Seifer observed, and would have sounded like he was complaining if the other two didn't know any better. The words brought Squall back to slience, though not due to embarassment. They had stirred up a memory of one more thing he wanted and hadn't yet asked for.

"Gag me... th-then," he replied impulsively, turning the request into a rebuttal. He had to hide his face in Zell's neck, blushing against it as his heart smacked ruthlessly into his ribs.

Seifer almost stumbled over his own movements. "That ...what wantwant?" he asked, flashing Zell a knowing smile past Squall's shoulder. He leaned back, only slowing a little as he searched the bed with his eyes until they fell on the twisted sheet that had once been Squall's restraint. He paused to grab it, twisting it hurriedly in his hands until it resembled a rope. Zell actually helped him by pushing Squall's shoulders back up, watching his mouth fall open as Seifer's hands brushed both cheeks from behind before easing the smooth fabric between his teeth. "Like this?" he asked as he re-established their fluid rocking.

Zell couldn't make noise any more. Squall was making enough for both of them now, the state of being muffled freeing his throat to let everything flow. "Aw... f-fuck... I'm gonna..." He grabbed his own length again. Squall was bringing him so close, he was sure he would have been able to come just from listening alone.

Seifer, excited as much as Zell was by this, drew the ends of the sheet into one fist behind Squall's head. He'd been barely holding on for a while now, and it was time to let go-- time to bring Squall down with him. He yanked his arm back just as he started slamming his hardest yet into Squall body, hips smacking loudly against him, and Squall wailed, jerking around as he tried to gain control and bring himself over the edge when the motion already had him there.

Squall's final scream was enough for the both of them. Seifer and Zell came in unison, filling the room with a confusing mass of groans just as Squall's voice died out. A complete collapse ensued, pressing enough weight onto Zell's chest to keep him from breathing. Seifer realized this first and rolled off, pulling Squall from Zell's body and carefully drawing the wet bedsheet from his mouth. He continued until he was on his back with Squall sprawled lazily out on his chest, still gripping and twitching around him tightly. He would hold him there until it stopped, willing to stay inside him for the million years he hoped the reverberations would last until Squall's heaving calmed.

Zell sighed, then tipped his head forward to glance at his chest. "Aww shit," he grumbled cutely, "'M all wet now."

Seifer grabbed that extra sheet and handed it to him, holding Squall to his chest with his other arm. "Poor thing must feel so used," he mused in sympathy for the silk as Zell used it to clean himself before dopping it on the floor.

The rumble of Seifer's voice through his back brought Sl tol to the relizatthatthat gravity had shifted, and that cleared his head a little. "No... I don't."

"Not you," Seifer chuckled, placing a few nibbling kisses against Squall's sder.der.

"Mmm?"

"Forget it." Seifer relaxed against the pillow, intent to lose himself for a moment in the final minute twitches still surrounding him as he slowly softened. A shadow fell across the warmth that had lit his eyelids so he lifted them, finding Zell crouching above him.

"Did we do good?" Zell asked, reaching down to remove strings of pure copper from where they hid Squall's closed eyes, revealing the beautiful brown lashes that dusted his cheeks.

"You're looking at him, and you can't tell?"

Zell didn't answer. Something in his own thoughts had sounded like an echo, one that thrust a blade through his chest and took his wind away when Squall opened his eyes. Misty to crystalline. Completely flawless in every way.

"What's wrong?" Squall asked, reaching for Zell's cheek, touch and voice both soft with concern.

Zell jerked his hand back from Squall's temple as if burned, though his eyes were what felt aflame. "We're... done here... right? We should go."

Seifer had been thinking the same thing, but was surprised to hear Zell voice it. He had thought he would end up dragging Zell back to his apartment kicking and screaming. "No, stay," Squall countered before Seifer could agree, "I want you to stay."

Zell nodded, eyes averted as he tried to hide within himself. "You sure?"

"Very." Squall pushed up from Seifer's chest, letting him know that he wanted his freedom back. Seifer rolled them together, falling limp from Squall's body as Squall knelt next to Zell and tried to get a good look at his face. "I don't know what just happened to you. You were happy a minute ago... you were *yourself* and now..."

"Now he's acting like you," Seifer finished. Zell shot him a keep-your-mouth-shut glare, but it wasn't needed. Seifer nodded his understanding, already having decided not to say another word.

"If you're angry with me for how rude I was to you before, I don't blame--"

"It's not that." Zell shook his head and lifted shining blue eyes, "I don't give a shit about that." He tried to smile and could tell right away that it was less than convincing.

Whatever it was, Squall knew it was his fault. He leaned forward and offered a guilt-laden kiss, finding a threatening temble in Zell's lips. "You don't have to tell me. I won't bother you any more," he assured as they parted. "Let's just sleep." He glanced over at the digital clock on the nightstand. It read 2:34.

"Right. Good idea." Thankful for having been given something do to, Zell fell from his knees and started pulling the tangled blankets back up, trying his best to straighten them.

Seifer headed for the lightswitch but didn't flick it off until the others were nestled together on the far side of the mattress, leaving room for him as they pulled the bedspread over their shoulders. He thanked Squall for his cluelessness as he made his way back in the darkness-- he'd been afraid for a minute that Zell would burst into tears and send Squall running for his life. He took his place, thankful as well to whoever had thought to get Squall such a gigantic bed as he stretched out on his back, toes not even touching the footboard.

Zell clutched at Squall's back tightly as he settled his head beneath his chin, welcoming the leg that eased between his. He could handle this. He could keep quiet, never say a word, never ruin what the three of them had set in motion with his own stupid celf-centred mush.

"I'm sorry," Squall whispered, dotting his fingertips along Zell's back. "I try not to hurt your feelings... thought that was what I was doing before. Keeping you away. Keeping you from getting hurt."

"I told you I don't care," Zell replied bitterly, "I really, really don't care." He didn't want to hear anything else, didn't want to be the whiny bottom that cried every time he got fucked like his eyes were threatening to make him. He eased into relaxation after Squall's defeated sigh tickled his hair, much more slowly than Squall did. He didn't have to wait long for Squall to fall asleep, and then for Seifer to a short while later, the two surrounding him with a curtain of relaxed breathing. The solitude of consciousness comforted him a good deal. "Love you," he let himself breathe against Squall's chest, pulling him a little bit closer as he half-hoped he would hear him.

He tensed right back up again when another hand fell onto his hip, a heaviness that would have been comforting had he not been so starteld. Shit, Seifer was still awake. He should have known not to trust his own judgement of the sneaky bastard's sleeping habits. He waited for teases, just a few words from behind him to dash him to pieces in response to his admission, but none came, and he fell asleep still waiting.


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One realization of love down, five more to go. Egads, threesomes are draining.