To Sleep...

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Zell was asleep. He knew he was asleep, because there was no way in the history of the planet that this could really be happening.

He was in bed. This was not so unusual, but the fact that he was in bed with someone else was. Even this might have been explainable, except for the crucial point that the person he was making out with was one Seifer Almasy.

So, rationally, he knew he should hate Seifer, or at the very least dislike him. He did dislike Seifer, but he was also completely smitten with the sexy bully.

Hence this had to be a dream. The likelihood of the two of them passionately making out on Zell's bed was less than that of Trabia opening a tropical beach resort.

It was a nice dream though. Zell moaned again as one of the older boy's hands closed on his butt, squeezing tightly. The action jerked them together, grinding their groins against one another. Zell gasped, head thrown back and Seifer's mouth immediately closed over his throat, leaving a hot moist trail on the pale skin.

Zell let himself go with the dream, rolling his hips against Seifer's with a desperate moan. He scrabbled his hands against the broad shoulders, tried not to cry out as Seifer's mouth closed around one nipple, nipping lightly, flicking his tongue out over the tip.

It was so blurred. He was moving and the pleasure was blinding him like nothing else could. He clearly felt hands push his legs apart; he should have felt wanton, lying on his back with his legs wide as Seifer moved down to suck on his cock.

It blended again into more mindless pleasure, without definition. There was sweet friction and soft kisses, no words, because his mind refused to process what Seifer would sound like in the throes of passion.

Another moment of clarity as something pushed into him. He had never dreamt something so intense, so clear before. He was used to pleasure, but not a clear action like this as Seifer pushed into him and rubbed against his prostate softly.

It was blinding and shocking. He was gasping Seifer's name as the older blonde moved back and forth, rubbing harder and faster over the small spot. It could not hold up for long, Zell couldn't keep his head under the pressure.

He screamed and came, and the dream blurred.


Zell opened his eyes dreamily. He looked at the arm of the chair under his head and shifted slightly, not yet connected with the real world.

He thought about where he was. He was in his apartment, in the Garden, having gotten back from a Trabia mission with Seifer. He had crawled into the shower and then crashed out on the couch in his towel for some sleep.

Seifer. That would be the reason behind the dream.

Zell stretched and suddenly realised that the feeling of something in him was not part of the dream. He spun and drew away, hands scrabbling at the towel.

"Sei... Seifer?!"

The swordsman scratched his head with the hand that hadn't been occupied in Zell and looked to the roof, avoiding Zell's hot and angry stare. "Hey, chicken."

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Zell was going redder and redder as he realised exactly what had been going on. "What the... you were... how dare you?"

"Um, okay, this... can I explain?" Seifer lowered his gaze to meet Zell's briefly, the jade gaze looking genuinely apologetic.

Zell's breathing was evening out. The post-orgasmic haze from the dream was settling back over him, the anger fading to be replaced by his embarrassment. "You have thirty seconds. Get talking."

Seifer took a deep breath. "I came by to apologise for the Trabia crap I put you through, but your door was open and you were asleep on the couch. I was going to get you a blanket, but you started to thrash and moan, I thought you were having a nightmare or something, and then you said my name a few times, and I sorta realised what you were dreaming about, and I shouldn't have done that but..." he sighed and buried his hand in his hair, looking at his booted feet. "You looked so damn hot writhing on the couch like that."

Zell stared with wide eyes at Seifer's confession, and then flushed red slowly. He could feel the evidence of Seifer's actions on him, felt strange knowing this.

"You... think I looked hot?"

"Yeah." Seifer looked up with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "You always look hot, but this was more so."

Zell gulped as the older boy stood up and shrugged off his coat, draping it over a chair. The broad, scarred shoulders rolled as Seifer turn to look at Zell, eyes hungry. "You were writhing and rolling and moaning, and it was so... irresistible."

None of Zell's muscles would do what he wanted as Seifer leant closer, kneeling on the couch. He partly flinched as Seifer landed on his hands over Zell, one hand on either side of Zell's body.

"I can stop if you want. Or I can make you feel better than you ever dreamed."

Zell almost expected Seifer to just kiss him at that point, and be damned with the answer. The martial artist was sure that the desire had to be visible in his eyes, so much so that no answer would be needed.

Seifer waited, eyes hungry, body restless, but he made no move. Zell nodded mutely.

"Is that yes to this, or yes, go away?"

"Yes to this." Zell managed to say. "I want this."

Seifer leant down and crushed his lips to Zell's, his tongue sliding into the smaller boy's mouth. Zell moaned and pushed up from the couch, but he couldn't get Seifer's body along his own.

Falling back down to the couch, Zell turned his gaze to the blue waistcoat Seifer wore. He found the tiny hooks, quickly working on undoing all of them. Seifer watched him, breaths hard and fast, and eyes staring at Zell's body.

Zell undid the waistcoat with trembling fingers, pushing aside the cloth. The skin was mainly unscarred, though there were a few nasty marks near the very tempting nipples. Zell gave in to impulse and leant up to lick one.

Seifer moaned low in his throat and leant his head down, eyes closed. Zell took that as a good sign and continued to lick the nub, moving across the broad chest to the other side.

It was with a sudden motion that Seifer grabbed Zell's wrists and pinned them to the arm of the chair over his head, bending down to kiss him thoroughly.

Zell moaned into Seifer's mouth, half heartedly tugging to free himself from Seifer's grip. Hard teeth nipped his throat, hot and wet lips closed on the marks as they were made.

One bite was particularly sharp, Zell whimpered and tugged harder on Seifer's hands. "Ow."

"Shh." The older boy licked the bite softly, pressing his lips down in a soft kiss. "I won't hurt you. Not in anyway you won't like."

The promise was purred in a way that made Zell's legs weak. He pulled at his captive wrists, staring up at the older boy. "I want to undress you..." he pleaded softly.

He was finally released, his hands slid down the broad chest and he tugged on the belt buckle, fingers trembling.

"Zell? You okay?"

He nodded, his lips tense, and pulled open the belt. It wasn't as though they hadn't already been rather intimate... though Zell hadn't had much say in that.

He got the belt open and the zipper followed. It somehow didn't surprise him to find that Seifer didn't wear underwear; he would have been disappointed in Seifer if he had.

He was being kissed again; he kissed back, hands hesitantly hovering around the other boy's hips.

Seifer smiled down on him and shifted his weight to free one hand. He took Zell's smaller hand in his and guided it around to his groin.

Uncertainly, Zell let his hand be pushed against the throbbing member. He shivered; eyes closed, and tightened his hand, feeling the drops of liquid on his palm.

Seifer was more than just hot for him. He felt like he was about to come. "You feel so on edge."

Seifer smiled tensely, gritting his teeth. "Who's to say I'm not? You might have had the edge taken off, but I haven't." He thrust against Zell's hand. "So you better stop that unless you want me out for the count."

The little blonde took his hand away, biting his lip. "Seifer, what you were doing before... with your fingers..." he coloured and looked down.

"You want more, chickie?" Seifer lowered himself down and ground his hips into Zell's arousal. "I can promise that you are more than ready."

Zell caught the blush, knew he was blushing himself but he didn't care. He spread his legs a bit, trying to maneuver so he could wrap them around Seifer's waist. The other boy obligingly shifted up to let him move, settling back down between the spread thighs.

"Tilt your hips up more, chickie." Seifer shifted again, Zell could feel the heat from the tip of his erection as it brushed over his skin and nestled between his buttocks. There was a few tentative thrusts, Seifer told Zell to move a few times until Zell felt the thrust push against his entrance.

"Okay. No turning back once we do this, chickie," Seifer warned. He was rocking, only just holding back from actually penetrating the other boy. "You sure?"

"No, but I want to anyway," Zell admittedly quietly. "Just do it. I want it, so badly." He rubbed a hand on his groin. "Do it!"

Seifer grasped the arm of the chair in his hands and shoved forwards. Zell screamed, it didn't hurt thanks to the earlier administrations but Seifer shoved straight back onto the point he had been working on earlier.

Zell was gasping, clawing at Seifer's arms with his fingers. Seifer was wild, shoving back and forth brutally, eyes slitted but still staring at Zell. Zell was gasping and crying out, slamming back into the couch as Seifer forced into him.

The smaller blonde had his eyes tightly clenched; pulled up against Seifer's body as he was. Seifer was as quiet as Zell was noisy, the occasional small gasp all that escaped his kiss bruised lips.

The martial artist gave first. Despite his earlier release, the constant thrusting over his prostate and Seifer's large hand roughly massaging his groin was too much; he found his body tensing up, burning hot and cold rushing over him as he screamed, pulse after pulse of passion washing past.

He collapsed into Seifer's arms, the swordsman had his eyes closed, still pumping into Zell's relaxing body. Zell found he was shaking as Seifer continued to pummel his oversensitive prostate, the pleasure almost painful now.

Seifer stopped and shoved hard, body tense and trembling; heat spilt through Zell. The smaller boy was staring up, watching the look of ecstasy that Seifer's face held, flushed and glowing with pleasure.

The bully trembled and shifted, pulling from Zell's body. He seemed to be on his last legs as he dropped to the floor, legs folded under his naked body. He rested his head on Zell's thigh which lay limp where it had dropped from the older boy's waist.

They were silent except their panting. Zell stared at the ceiling, Seifer stared at the wall, both carefully avoiding the other's gaze.

The smaller twisted his head, looking to his... lover? Seifer looked back, as if sensing the gaze; he smiled softly, hesitantly.

"You okay, Zell?"

"Uh-huh. I think I am, anyway. I'll tell you when my brain comes back."

Seifer laughed and leant his head back again, shifting slightly to lay his head on Zell's hip instead. "Think you can move?"

"Doubt it." An intense feeling of relaxation was coming over the martial artist, he really wanted to go to sleep.

"Okay." The swordsman stood up and wandered out to the bathroom, returning with a facewasher. He ran it over Zell's stomach, pulling up one leg and swiping past the soft genitals.

Zell blushed and tried to pull his leg back but gave in. It wasn't as though Seifer hadn't seen it, hell he'd fucking that spot only minutes earlier, but still...

The cloth was withdrawn after a few seconds and Seifer went back to the bathroom. He came out again and leant down, sliding his arms under Zell.

"Hey, chickie, you need to hold on to my neck."

With supreme effort, Zell grabbed onto Seifer's neck as he was picked up and held against the scarred chest. Seifer smiled when the smaller boy snuggled against him, seeking the warmth of his body.

He took him out to his bedroom, using one foot to push down the blankets before laying his bundle on the bed. Zell smiled up as Seifer tucked the blankets around him and turned to the door.

"Seifer? Aren't you going to stay?"

The scarred blonde looked over his shoulders, eyes downcast. "Do you want me to?"

"Well, you did just pop my cherry, asshole, the least you can do is come and sleep with me."

Seifer turned around to snap back an answer; pausing when he saw the teasing grin that hid a genuine uncertainty. He walked back to the bed and pushed Zell over, climbing in to spoon behind him.

Zell wriggled back until he was pushed against the warm skin from shoulder to knee. He felt a faint stirring against his rear, he sighed and pulled Seifer's arm under his neck as a pillow.

"You okay like this, Zell?"

"Yeah. Just don't go without waking me up. I might think it's another dream." Zell looked back over his shoulder.

Seifer leant forwards and kissed his lips softly, without passion; it was intimate and gentle. "Go to sleep, I'll get you breakfast in bed tomorrow if you manage not to kick me to death in your sleep."

"I think I'll sleep pretty solid." Zell yawned out. "Night, Seifer."

"Night, chickie. Lights off."

The room was cast into darkness, the light gleaming off the two blonde heads that slept side by side.