Chicken Wuss No More

Author's Note: This story was written for my favorite Zell cosplayer as a gift for her 20th birthday. It is also the first lemon that I've written, although I've read plenty of them. Enjoy, and please review!


Chicken Wuss No More


"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me Chicken Wuss?" Zell screamed at Seifer.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'll stop on the day you top me? Which will
be never, Chicken Wuss!" Seifer replied lazily.

With a parting growl of "arsehole," Zell stormed off. It always came back to that. Zell and Seifer had been together for a year, and sleeping together for half that time, and not once had Seifer let Zell top him. He hadn't even so much as offered. It wasn't that he minded being dominated, but he really hated it when Seifer rubbed it in his face like that. Made him feel...unmanly somehow. Like he wasn't capable of it or something.

The long and short of it was that Zell hated two things about his relationship with Seifer. The first was Seifer's insistence that Zell could never top him. Ever. The second was that he STILL called him Chicken Wuss. Although, if what Seifer said was true, maybe he could get both achieved in one fell swoop. He just had to figure out how. That in mind, he set off to plot.

His first plan of attack was to get Seifer drunk. That night, he went to the room they shared with a bottle of vodka. They spent the night watching movies, getting wasted and generally having a good time. But then, just as he was about to make his move, Seifer leaned his head back on the couch and let out a loud snore. "Dammit, I forgot he can't stay awake when you give him vodka," Zell muttered under his breath. Counting the night as a lost cause, he covered his lover with a blanket and headed off to sleep in their bed by himself.

The following week, Zell decided he would try Romance. It always worked in those cheesy novels, so why couldn't it work for him. He knew that Seifer would be out until around 1900 hours, so he spent the afternoon tidying up and cooking one of the other man's favorite dishes. He even managed to get some flowers and candles for the table, but he made sure that there would be no alcohol. 'Don't want a repeat of last time,' he thought to himself.

Seifer got back at 1900 on the dot. Zell had just finished lighting the candles when he came into the little dining area that was in their living quarters. "In here baby," he called out. Seifer entered the dining room and was shocked by what he saw. Then he immediately wondered what he had forgotten.

"Zell, did I miss something here? Was it our anniversary or something?" the gunblader asked, feeling very confused.

"Nope. Just felt like doin' something nice for you."

"Okay. Just checking."

They ate in relative silence, playing footsie and giving each other seductive glances throughout their entire meal. Zell thought his plan just might be working. As soon as they finished dessert, Zell took his partner by the hand and led him to the bedroom. There were more candles here, and they made Seifer look every bit the god he swore he was. Zell's heart skipped a beat, and as soon as Seifer kissed him, he know that he would not be getting his wish tonight. Still, they made love very slowly that evening, Seifer taking his time in a way that he hadn't since those first few tentative times, showering his smaller lover with kisses and holding him the entire time. Zell may not have gotten to top, but he sure did feel complete.

Zell was out of ideas. He had nothing, after the drinking and the Romance didn't work. It depressed him. He'd never get to be on top AND he'd never get Seifer to stop calling him Chicken Wuss. He decided to curl up on the couch and just pout.

It was in this state of depression that Seifer found him two hours later. He had zoned out, and didn't even realize what time it was until Seifer sat down on the couch next to him. Waves of negative emotion were radiating off his younger lover. "What's wrong?" Seifer asked, a concerned note in his voice.

"It's nothing," Zell responded, sounding dejected.

"C'mon. You can tell me if something's bothering you."

Zell sniffled. "You won't let me be on top. You never even offered, not once."

"Is that what's bothering you? Zell, you never asked. I just kind of assumed you didn't want to be on top."

"Of course I want to top you. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like you dominating me most of the time, but sometimes I want to be in charge. And I want have the chance to make you feel as good as I do when you're inside of me."

"All you had to do was ask. Come on." Seifer said, taking Zell's hand and leading him to the bedroom. Once there, he kissed Zell, but this time he didn't try to be forceful with the smaller man. It was difficult, but he wanted to make Zell happy, like Zell had made him happy the other night with his romantic surprise.

Zell was so happy. He was going to get to top Seifer! 'I should probably take this slow. I don't think Seifer has ever bottomed before.' With that in mind, he kissed Seifer, slowly unbuttoning the other man's shirt, resisting the urge to just rip the buttons off instead. They eventually made it to the bed, and once there, Zell laid Seifer down and removed his pants. He licked his lips at his view of one very naked Seifer, then decided that it would only be fair if he was naked as well.

Stripped of his clothing, Zell got on the bed and returned to his previous task of kissing his lover senseless. When he was done with that, he began to slowly lick and kiss his way down Seifer's body. He paused at the nipples, making certain to pay special attention to each of them before continuing his journey. Meanwhile, Seifer was loving all the attention he was getting, but he hoped that he was going to get some oral action out of this as well.

At last, Zell arrived at what he considered to be his prize. He took Seifer's member in his hand, licking the slit, which was just starting to leak a bit precum. Using skills he'd gained from eating many a hot dog, he took Seifer in his mouth and, relaxing his throat muscles, swallowed down Seifer's cock in one go. Letting his throat and tongue do the work, he opened the tube of lube that he had grabbed when he was undressing and and spread some on his fingers. It was time to use one of his favorite of Seifer's tricks on the master himself.

Seifer was loving this so far. He had his dick down Zell's throat, and he knew that if nothing else, he would probably be coming at more than once tonight. Just then, he felt a finger at his entrance. 'At least he remembered the lube,' he thought to himself. Just then, Zell slowly pushed a finger in, causing Seifer to squirm a bit. Zell just hummed around his cock, which thoroughly distracted him. He barely even noticed when a second finger entered him. He could feel his orgasm slowly building up, but he knew it would be a while before he would come.

Just then, Zell rubbed against his prostate. All of a sudden, he thought that orgasm was going to come a lot quicker that he had originally intended, and his fingers flew into Zell's hair. Given the other blond's reaction, Zell knew he hit pay dirt. He took his fingers out for just a second, only to add a third finger. Then he went back to fingering Seifer, constantly rubbing the spot that he knew would make Seifer's eyes roll back in his head. And Seifer's eyes did just that. After less than a minute of this sweet torture, Seifer felt his orgasm break loose. Zell drank down all he had to give, then pulled his fingers out of Seifer, crawling back up to kiss him and give him a taste of himself.

Seifer was out of it from his recent orgasm, but he couldn't help but be turned on by Zell kissing him, especially with Seifer's taste on his tongue. It never ceased to amaze him how, even after all the time the two had been together, that Zell could still make him hard with just a kiss. And this kiss did not prove any different.

Still kissing Seifer, Zell lubed up his own cock, which was rock hard. Then he pulled away, and gazed lovingly at Seifer. "You still sure about this?" he asked. Seifer didn't say anything, just nodded.

Zell pushed into his lover, kissing him as he eased his way in. When he was finally all the way in, he just held Seifer for a moment as they got both used to the new sensations they were experiencing. After waiting a couple of minutes, he slowly started to move. He kept the pace as slow as Seifer had during their evening of romance, wanting to make this last in case this was the only chance he would get to do this. But his primal instincts eventually won out over him, especially after he had figured out how to piston his hips so that he made Seifer moan with nearly every thrust. Knowing that the end was near, he reached down and began jerking Seifer off, determined that Seifer would come before him. All it took was a few strokes, and Seifer fell into a world of bliss for the second time that evening. Seeing Seifer's face contort in ecstasy sent Zell over the edge as well, coming just seconds after the other blond.

As they came down from their orgasms, a Zell remembered the other reason why he had wanted to top Seifer so badly. "You can't call me Chicken Wuss anymore," he blurted out.

Seifer looked up at him, confused by the younger man's statement. Zell took pity on the man and explained what he meant. "A couple weeks ago, when you and I were fighting, you said you would stop calling me Chicken Wuss on the day I top you. I've done it, so now you have to stop calling me by that awful nickname."

Suddenly, Seifer was very hurt. "Is that what this has been about? Me calling you Chicken Wuss? You didn't really want to make me feel good and all that other stuff you said?"

"No, baby, I just remembered that part now. I really do like making you feel good. And I love the way you make me feel."

"Okay, fine, I'll stop calling you Chicken Wuss. But now I have to come up with a new nickname for you." Seifer thought for a moment, then said, "How about Chickie?"

Zell just groaned internally, then laughed. "Well, I suppose it's a bit less insulting than Chicken Wuss, and I suppose a bit more affectionate. I can tolerate that."

"Good," said Seifer, sounding pleased with himself. "Now, can we go to sleep. You wore me out. Although I would like to try that again sometime. Just don't expect it all the time."

Zell just grinned like a goofball, pulled out of his lover, and curled up on Seifer's chest. He would get to do this again and Seifer wouldn't be calling him Chicken Wuss anymore. Just as he fell asleep, he gave a little sigh and dreamed of his next chance to be on top.