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Who: Seifer and Zell
When: 2030
Where: Showers - Level 3
What: Seifer and Zell hit the showers to smoke out 5 rats
Rating: R for sexual innuendo and violence



After patching Squall up to the best of his ability, Zel still wasn’t sure what the brunette thought of him. He was pretty damn good when it came to certain things, like the first aid and noticing the bruises and asking certain questions. That all coincided with fighting, however, which he knew how to do pretty well. He was a little oblivious, a bit dense, and sometimes he was too damned easy going for his own good about everything, but he wasn’t a complete idiot. Still, he couldn’t figure out if he had made the other feel uneasy or not. He’d just have to acclimate Squall to his kind of personality…or Zell supposed. In any case the day kind of passed like that with Zell running errands to keep himself busy, and bringing back the kind of food that didn’t require forks and knives because they weren’t allowed out of the cafeteria. He didn’t know if Squall would eat, but he knew Seifer had to if he was going to be up for fighting later…and fighting on an empty stomach was no fun at all, energy was necessary.

When Squall nodded off Zell talked to the scarred blonde about what they would do, though Zell really didn’t know what Seifer’s plan of attack would be, the other seemed vague on the particulars. Zell was happy to decoy himself though and even more so to get a chance to pop a couple of these guys right between the eyes and maybe he'd give them each a nice solid and fatal kick in the place of good and evil. Turn Mr. Daylight into Mr. Midnight, that would be nice retribution and they’d never attack another guy in the shower again. Yup. To Zell that idea sounded real gravy.

Later that evening, after Zell finished dinner he went to his cell and brushed his teeth there. If he went walking into the showers with Seifer already there he doubted sincerely that anyone would approach him. Since dinner came around he avoided the other blonde and he arrived in the showers by himself carrying the usual burdens in his arms. He had to think about what he was going to do, Zell had no idea what the hell it meant to be sexy…did it mean one walked a sexy way or wore clothes in a sexy way…and sensuality had never been his greatest strength…well not wittingly anyway. Sensual for Zell was stuffing any number of hotdogs in his mouth at once and not choking to death. That was the extent of it as far as he knew, but he was also a rather imaginative guy so he could probably carry it off if he thought it through for a moment.

He set himself up for the shower just so, knowing that Seifer would probably be coming along very soon to put on his act as well. Zell placed the bottle of shampoo on the floor, nice little detail that, and he brought along his little headset though he turned the volume in one ear off so he wouldn’t be completely off guard. Music was a soothing balm; it would loosen him up enough to be able to do this…silly act. Normally Zell didn’t have a problem with embarrassment really, but…well this was different; this wasn’t the goofy kind of embarrassment. Zell told himself, though, he was a man and he would keep his word…and the best part would be ramming his fist in someone’s face so it would be worth the trouble.

Speaking f trouble, he wasn’t sure how much they would get into for fighting in the showers. After all he and Seifer had already been docked for the food fight the day before, but what the hell were the going to do take their birthdays away? Zell remembered the whole solitary thing though and that idea didn’t sound appealing, but if the shit did hit the fan Zell could take the blame because Squall would need someone to look after him in the event of a solitary punishment. Neither one knew what would happen though, they were simply playing this whole thing by ear and it would be worth it if nobody else got hurt in the process

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Seifer was vague on his plans mainly because he didn't know what the hell he would do if he saw Squall's attackers. He had threatened murder several times after learning what happened but thinking and doing were two different things. He did manage to get something sharp to stab with in case the guys jumped him. With that concealed in his pocket he casually headed over to the showers. It was getting close to show time, and he wasn't about to let Zell do this all by himself. Just thinking about Zell being handled by a group of men had his blood boiling.

He peeked into the showers to check if Zell had made it yet. Sure enough his eyes found the tattooed blonde. He scanned the showers to check if anyone else was in there. No one that would fit the tall and hairy description Squall gave. He heard someone coming and quickly moved out of sight. Well, if he wanted big and hairy then a group just passed him that were both. He could hear their laughter as they stripped down.

"Hey, look, it's that cute little blonde," he heard one say. "And that scarred bastard isn't around to hog him." Instinct prodded Seifer to step in now, but they hadn't done anything yet but look. He peeked in to watch. One of the hair guys chose a stall right next to Zell and was definitely giving him a once-over. Seifer fumed, but... as long as it was just looking, he couldn't do anything. It was a weird feeling, wanting the guys to start something but not want it at the same time. It was left up to Zell to initiate, apparently.

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With the headset on Zell pretended he couldn’t hear a damn thing, but he could pretend couldn’t he. Man it made him ill just thinking about it, being called cute was so degrading, the short blonde couldn’t think of anything worse. He pretended to ignore it, pretended that they could catch him unawares with the vulgar intentions. Initiating something would probably be one of the most difficult things Zell ever had to do because hre really didn’t wan those hands on him, but then again he doubted anyone these guys touched wanted their hands on them, so enduring was all he could do.

When the tattooed youth soaped his body down he touched himself in was that were suggestive and inviting all at once. The way his hands caressed his own chest brushing over his nipples so they became excited under his own touch. His hands stroked down the nice firm muscles of his stomach and angular hips, between his thighs, and back up around his waist to embrace that sinew and compact little body. He had an idea from the lusty sounds that he heard coming from nearby he was doing it right. He didn’t really understand male sex, but he got the picture when Seifer touched him last time where they wanted to stick their rockets. Not even Zell could ignore the fact that these guys who had scattered themselves about the showers, but were never to far from the tattooed blonde, were getting their rocks off.

Okay then. Zell slid one hand to his lower back al lightly caressed his backside hearing a faint “oh yeah” followed by a “give me more baby” Zell’s finger’s slipped between the taut crevice to caress the hidden flesh there before drawing back and rinsing off. He turned that into a nice showing too, closing his eyes and facing his body outwards while the soap slid off him and spiraled down the drain. He purposefully turned around and bent down, parting his legs just a little to provide a tantalizing view. It was in his position that he felt a hand caress over the fine curve of his backside. It took the powers of all seven gods of fortune not to wail ass on the guy inspecting his ass like a grade A piece of meat. He stood up slowly finding himself back to bear with one of the large men and he could sense the others were closing in like vultures after a kill. Keep on coming boys, “didn’t your ma ever teach you manners?”

“Kinda difficult to have manners around someone with a body as slutty as yours…care to share your honesty with us?” by us Zell knew this guy meant his friends as well.

“Sorry bud, I aint in the market for my ass to be wedded to anyone quite yet…specially an ugly fuck like you,” Zell smirked pulling away only to be stopped by a hand on his upper arm.

“Last guy who said no and struggled really got his world rocked, we’d be gentle with you if you cooperate. We’ve seen how well that mouth of yours works, bet your ass can suck twice as hard,” Zell looked down at the hand gripping his arm and he recognized the ring from the marks on Squall’s body. Between that and the dirty talk coming from this guy Zell was the first to act. Having stood up with the bottle of Shampoo in his hands he swung his arm around the bottle making a booming noise when it struck the guys face, “sorry…I think that was Avon calling.”A low growl rumbled through the larger guy, and if this was large to Squall, well it was giant to Zell, “little BITCH! This one’s feisty…and he needs an attitude adjustment…I think he’s ready for one right now…”

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“I kinda like my attitude right where it is,” Zell grinned mockingly jerking his arm away. As though the punch seemed to be a cue the other guys started closing in, and when the leader made a move to strike Zell prayed that his own move wouldn’t turn into another clumsy incident. He dropped to the floor, balanced himself on his injured hand and using the strength in his arm, legs and hips jackknifed both legs up into a quasi cartwheel nailing the guy in the stomach. The man backpedaled, and that move seemed to go off without a hitch, it was getting back up that Zell’s grace failed him and his head smacked the wall in the process of standing and stumbling on the wet floor. His eyes pineheeled, he was dizzy, and there was a sharp pain coming from the place where head met wall, but that wasn’t what bothered him, it was something else, something out of the corner of his eye.

“Fuck…these guys have toys too!” Zell yelled out his warning hoping Seifer could hear him over the struggle. Zell was on his feet, injury forgotten; now he had to worry about the boys with sharp toys.

“Who the fuck you talkin’ to, bitch?” this guy seemed pissed that Zell had gotten the upper hand with him. The little blonde didn’t care, he just hadn’t predicted these guys would come fully loaded, “maybe we should teach you a lesson and carve that pretty tattoo right off your face!”

Zell’s reaction time was quick, this guy had the high ground, quite literally so the only thing he could really do was play defense when he was charged drawing his hand up and catching the blade as it came down. Not a fun experience when the searing pain hit after his hand was pierced straight through. That was his burned hand damn it! Now the bastard went and put a hole in it, Zell was too livid to even make a proper noise of pain.

It seemed that catching the makeshift knife had surprised the man just enough for Zell to draw back and pull the bloody thing out. All of this happened within such a short space of time, but pain felt like an eternity, and all these guys had something to defend themselves with, “fuck…fuck!”

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Seifer couldn't watch when Zell started playing himself. He had to keep his head, and for that he couldn't know what Zell was doing to draw attention. He could still listen, though, and his blood boiled even more hearing what those guys were saying to Zell. He snuck a peek to check on what was going on. They were crowding around Zell. Seifer's senses turned on full alert. No fucking way would he let them lay a finger on Zell. He reached for the knife he had hidden. He was barely paying attention to Zell's attempts at defending himself.

"You fucking bastards get your dirty hands off him!" he shouted, storming in like a raging bull. His noise had the desired effect of at least one of the brutes taking their attention off Zell. One guy turned to face Seifer with his arms crossed. Seifer skidded to a halt on the slippery floor. All of the guys were about his size, give or take a few inches. Some were still swarming around Zell but the rest were now targeting Seifer. Seifer just glared at them. One cracked their knuckles dangerously.

"We'll take care of the bitch now."

"How're you gonna do that with no balls?" Seifer hissed dangerously. "Zell, you better not get yourself hurt." He lunged forward, and was grabbed by one of the thugs from behind. He elbowed the guy and stabbed him in the shoulder. "You ladies are fun, you dance pretty well," he taunted, which only made them angrier. Seifer didn't care what he stabbed at as long as it hurt the other guy. Seeing as how he was dressed and none of his opponents were, when he kicked with his shoe it hurt quite a bit.

Thankfully Seifer wasn't aiming to kill, but he kept stealing glances to make sure Zell was still okay. Unfortunately this would likely tip his attackers into realizing Zell was a weakness of Seifer's that they could exploit.

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Well, it was a little bit late for not hurting himself, Zell had already banged his head off the wall and had a knife stuck in his hand. That was only a small setback, however, the pain only pumped up his adrenaline and made him angry…though the doc would probably bitch at him for hurting his hand twice on the same side. Still he wouldn’t show the scarred blonde the bleeding hole, but he doubted that it would be a secret for long. Zell could only promise silently, not to get hurt any more, at least not much. He’d always fought with his fists, never with blades and now he had to rely on his legs as well for help since one of those fists were out of commission, “yeah yeah, I wont…you too!”

While Seifer lunged at one of the guys Zell was doing his best to weave out from behind a wall of threatening and hairy bodies. He managed it so that he could now take on one at a time. He jumped back when the blades started swinging his chest and stomach both got a taste, but the cut were shallow only drawing a ribbon of blood from him. He was really getting pissed off with all of the ducking, “damn…you…come on! I’m seriously gonna mop the floor with your skull!”

Zell threw himself at one of the guys using the full force of his body to ram him with his shoulder sending them both crashing to the floor. Even with his injured fist he didn’t care, he started laying into the guys face so that when his family saw him on visiting day they wouldn’t recognize him. Zell’s manic grin seemed to imply he was enjoying this to some extent, but his enjoyment was short lived when he had to duck out of the way sensing someone behind him another blade narrowly missing his ear when he rolled to the side and found himself squatting one moment and then heaved from the ground the next with a meaty arm around his neck, “haii!”

“Quiet little Birdie…that’s what he calls you isn’t it? Birdie…kinda suits you…and you’re feisty too, like a toy that won’t break…I bet I could fuck you unconscious and you’d be up for round two in an instant. Looks like you’re more than just buddies that like to play too,” Zell felt his stomach lurch when the bastard licked his neck right up to tracing the lines of his tattoos.

“Aww…you’re drooling on me…gross…” Zell snapped his head away only to draw it forward and ram it back head-butting the guy and breaking the hold. Zell stumbled forward taking a deep breath before briefly checking on Seifer. These guys were pretty tough.

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Where were those guards when they were actually wanted? The guys swarming around Seifer kept trying to disarm him but he had a deathgrip on the knife and he lashed out with whatever body part was free. Seifer was making a racket yelling at his attackers and cussing them out as loudly as possible. The guards weren't deaf, dammit! Seifer and Zell could probably handle these guys but for once in his life Seifer felt he wouldn't mind an authority figure stepping in. The guys swarming on him sported many cuts from Seifer and even though they were smart enough to back off, he wasn't letting them.

Seifer suddenly froze, his eyes focusing on Zell. If he was mad before, that was nothing compared to how he felt now. Some ugly hairy brute had his meaty paws all over Zell! And... licking him. The others were jeering at him as they watched but he didn't hear. So what if that hairy guy was wider than him? Seifer went at him and attacked seconds after Zell got himself free of the hold. He balled his hand into a fist and slugged the guy as hard as he could. "You hard of hearing?" he raged, hitting the guy over and over and seeming to forget he still had the knife in his other hand. The others finally moved in and pulled Seifer away. "Zell is my bird," he shouted at them. "If you wanna keep all your parts, you'd better stay away from him! I'm not fucking around!"

"This guy's nuts," one mutterd to another. "We need to take him out." They finally wrenched his knife away from him. He tried to grab it back but the decided to give it back by plunging it hard into his shoulder. Once, twice-- a harsh whitle rang through the showers. Seifer felt them let him go and sort of dropped where he was. Damn knife was still sticking into him. Useless guards he grumbled.

He could hear commotion going on but figured that the smartest thing for him to do was play dead until the guards took those assholes away. Maybe he'd get off if they thought he was just a victim.

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“S…SEIFER!!!” Zell roared fighting the grappling of hands furiously by shoving with his arm, even managing to sink his teeth into one of the fuckers. If he had to gnaw through their limbs he damn well would. The last thing he remembered seeing made the red in his eyes vanish and the fear lodge itself heavily in his heart. They stabbed Seifer in the shoulder a few times, the scarred man dropped…and he didn’t get up. An elbow struck his cheek, but Zell couldn’t feel it he just hit the floor. It felt kind of like the movies, where everything seems to happen in slow motion and all of the sounds seemed suffocated. You see all of the horrible things happening around you, but you don’t really see it, or hear it, there is only one pivotal point of narrowing focus…Seifer couldn’t be dead!

The guards came at about this point, they obviously did assume by the way Seifer lay that he was dead, one look at short, lonely Zell and the guards could only assume the fight had been started by the much bigger party. Not only that the lacerations on his chest and stomach, and the injury of his hand made it seem like Zell had taken the worst of it when fighting those guys. When he heard the guards mentioning sending some medics up and a cadaver bag…well, Zell heard that part. He wanted to angrily scream he was fine and Seifer wasn’t dead, but he couldn’t find the words. He couldn’t find his voice or his strength until silence fell over the room and he stumbled towards the other’s body. Using one arm he caged Seifer defensively, “come on…come on wake up…damn it…asshole…I know you can hear me so wake up fuck-nut…godamnit I…love you…” Zell wasn’t sure it was the horror of the situation, but it wasn’t untrue that he loved many and he loved easily. Besides if Seifer was dead then…but he couldn’t be could he…they had only come here to take those guys out…they’d only come here to win…and seemed so sure of victory. It wasn’t a win if one didn’t come back and Zell was adamant about bringing this guy back to Squall.

He struggled in the mixture of blood and water to pull Seifer up in spite of his own body just to get to his feet properly and hold the bigger frame up, “…and…you still gotta say ‘don’t break your ass Birdie’…you know…cuz I could fall any minute…it’d be your fault…you and your awkward ass…” Zell was also quick at one other thing as well, and that was, he was quick to cry. He had emotions that were always on go it seemed so in an instant they could change. Just as quickly as the situation had turned around on them. Damn.

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With a knife sticking out of him he probably did look pretty dead. Thankfully those morons had good aiming or they could've severed a nerve in his spine and then he really would be dead. But he wasn't, he was just in pain and unable to move his shoulder. Seifer felt like knocking his head against the floor. How could he have let it get out of control like this? He'd planned it all out, but when he saw Zell being manhandled he sort of snapped and forgot all about plans. He gritted his teeth and was about to snap at Zell to take the damn knife out but... he didn't. What did he just say?

Zell would kill him for real if he thought Seifer was faking just to make him said. The guy wasn't the most observant of people so the blush that had sprung on Seifer's face probably didn't take any notice. Seifer gave a grunt of pain (involuntarily) and he cracked an eye open. Hoping Zell wouldn't decide to kill him for real, Seifer reached up with his uninjured hand and gently touched the tears. He didn't feel like wearing a smug grin or saying something cocky. It didn't seem like the right time for that. Seifer licked his lips a little. If Zell wanted him to say it, then... all right.

"Don't break your ass, Birdie," he said softly. Seifer moved his arm and clung onto Zell as best he could with only one arm around the other blonde. "Don't cry, babe, I didn't mean to upset you." He waited, expecting Zell to throttle him or something. He hadn't meant to, honestly. But attempted murder in a prison would not bode well for those hairy losers, so hopefully it was worth whatever verbal beating he'd get.

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Of course Zell was not the most observant guy, well except for certain things, but matters of death and feelings were things he knew nothing of. He never saw anyone die before, not real time, the reason why he was here was a case of the wrong place wrong time and he decided to cover for the guy who’d actually done the killing. He had his reasons. This was different, thinking that Seifer really had died was like a blow to the gut he couldn’t quite recover from. Over the past few days his feelings seemed to be sporadic for this guy, he had hated Seifer so deeply when they first met and now he’d gladly take his place…there was only one problem…

Cerulean eyes snapped wide open when fingers brushed his tears; he just stared a little dumbly. Had Seifer come back from the dead? No, that was the dumbest thing anyone could ever possibly imagine, but for a moment Zell thought that was the case. He had to make sure it was real and he touched Seifer’s face, warm, real skin, and the other was actually looking at him which meant he wasn’t really dead! When the older man told him not to break his ass Zell knew the other had heard every word he said. For a moment only the ass breaking part seemed to register and the smaller blonde laughed, he laughed hysterically. More tears streaming down his cheeks from the humor he simply hugged the scarred blonde for a moment.

Then he stopped, his face deadpan as the synapse began firing again and he realized all the other stuff he said while he thought Seifer was dead. The frustrating part was an emotional Zell was oftentimes more honest even if the moment wasn’t right or he spoke things he shouldn’t out of turn. “You…you were alive…you should have said something jackass! I really really thought you were dead, they were comin’ with a cadaver bag and everything to haul your carcass off! They would have doen the Count of Monte Cristo thing and tied weights to your legs and dropped you off the Manhattan Bridge!” Zell was mostly trying to cover up for what he’d said by exaggerating, he wasn’t really angry…but he made a nice show of it. He hauled his fist back and threw it forward, but what would have seemed to have been a ready punch was nothing more than a light tap to his companion’s jaw, “it’s good that you’re alive…I wouldn’t know how to explain it if something really had happened to ya…though for playin’ possum like that…you should be punished real good…”

Zell grinned it was somewhat playful and somewhat perverted, pulling Seifer down he kissed the other’s ear, and it was then that he noticed the blade in the other’s back. Gritting his teeth he slid his good hand around to Seifer's back and got a good grip on the handle, “I’m going to take it out…okay…brace yourself…it’ll be like a Band-Aid…” As quickly as he could Zell drew the blade out and tossed it to the floor apologizing softly for he knew it must have hurt…of course he knew.

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Seifer at least had the tact to not burst out laughing at Zell's flustering. He did smile, but it wasn't in a mocking sort of way. The smile was more because he felt really happy even with Zell being upset with him. He really wished he had the use of both arms so he could hug the smaller blonde properly. He just smiled even through the harmless punch. "Mmh, if you wanna punish me... I'd be okay with that," he answered lazily. He probably deserved it, fooling Zell like that and overhearing a confession the tattooed blonde hadn't expected to be heard. He was perfectly able to sit up without help but he found it rather nice to lean some of his bodyweight onto Zell.

He let out a soft noise. He felt that Zell finally notice the blade stuck in him. Seifer didn't have anything to bite into except his own lip. He just took a deep breath and waited, clinging a bit tight to Zell with his good hand. He muffled his cry of pain as much as he could and his arm gave a jerk. His whole arm felt on fire and the idea of moving it didn't appeal to him at the moment. But really, it wasn't as bad as getting slashed across the face or-- "Your hand," Seifer said, suddenly noticing Zell's wounds. "You need to get to the infirmary, babe." They both needed to, but Zell's need was definitely greater than his. "C'mon, get dressed and I'll walk you there." He wasn't intending on letting Zell out of his sight right after that mess. Seifer had witnessed for himself that Zell was a fighter but still... Seifer wanted to look after him.

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“Yeah…well…we’ll both have to wait till we’re all healed up before that huh? In the meantime I’ll just think up some way to punish you really good…maybe I’ll tell you about it while we wait ne?” The smaller blonde chuckled trying his best to make some light out of this, but it was difficult having a blade yanked out of your back. Zell felt himself wince again at the pain Seifer did his best to squelch, but despite how much the taller blonde disguised it those noises were still agonized. Still, the other was a real trooper, and going at all those guys the way he had…well it was impressive, but no need to inflate the other’s ego too much yet.

When Seifer noticed his twice injured hand the young blonde remembered it too; fear, hurt, and concern seemed to have numbed him of all bodily pain. Now that he noticed it again he realized how much that had fucking hurt and blood was still trickling from the wound, “heh…that lil’ thing…just a scratch…it was better than gettin’ a third nostril that’s for damn sure!” They were both, as the other had deducted, pretty banged up. Bruised, cut, bleeding, and punctured. No doubt they’d be holed up in the prison infirmary at least over night.

Still, no arguments from Zell, he had the strength to put on his boxers and that only required his one arm. He was still able to provide his companion with the use of his free arm. Seifer seemed intent on keeping the tattooed blonde within arms range anyway so it seemed to work out, they could walk each other. As they left the shower in a much ransacked looking state where blood, daggers and their things were scattered across the floor Zell couldn’t help mentioning, “you think they give flea baths at the infirmary too? I think that big ugly bear mighta transferred something to me…”

They didn’t get too far before a couple of medics were there and some of the guards investigated the damage. Zell chuckled at their grumbling knowing that the place would need cleaning up and since lockdown was approaching they would have to do it. Zell glanced up at Seifer as they were ushered carefully by the team that came to inspect their bodily damage, they were blathering something about how badly messed up they’d gotten, and how on earth they managed to get themselves in this situation. Zell wanted to give them that 'no duh' look, but he was only too happy that the scarred blonde was up and moving about. He wouldn't be going back alone. He could figure out his feelings and all of the emotions he'd let slip later, but right now this was a good thing.

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This time he really did give his loud laugh, letting the sound echo through the showers and lighten the mood considerably. That was probably what he liked best about Zell: his ability to make Seifer honestly laugh, not just the mocking kind of laugh. It was especially a good thing when Zell was being funny on purpose. The guy had a really good sense of humor. Seifer was getting curious about what Zell would consider to be "punishment". Something to look forward to while they patched up in the infirmary.

"Poor hand's had a rough time of it," he said sympathetically. He would've liked to kiss it, but it would hurt Zell more than help him, so he carefully kissed the fingers instead. Yes, he agreed it was much better than any extra holes being added to Zell's face. Seifer liked his face just the way it was. "Ugh," Seifer cringed, wrinkling his nose. "I hope not. I don't want anything on my pretty little bird. I might have to give you a scrub-down just to make sure." He was kidding, of course, but giving Zell a sponge bath was not such a bad idea. Seifer moved and tried to discreetly pick up a knife without the medics noticing. Naturally, he and Zell were told to get to the infirmary. Not such a bad idea, since they would both probably pass out from the blood loss if they didn't hurry up.

Seifer wouldn't say or do anything in front of those medics, so he guided Zell along out of the showers and down in the direction of the infirmary. He stopped when they were a safe distance from the medics. "One thing before I forget, okay?" He swooped down unexpectedly and pressed a kiss on Zell's lips. His hand had to tilt back Zell's head a little to make up for their height difference. He pulled back, that cocky smirk resurfacing on his lips. "Better," he purred. As if kissing Zell made up for the mess they made and the pain in their bodies. Which... it kind of did.

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The kind of punishment Zell had in mind would certainly be the good kind, he would have to be creative and resourceful in a prison especially, but he imagined he’d be able to pull it off. In any case he forgot about kinky making out and punishment for now, he simply enjoyed the company as they were directed to go straight to the infirmary. Despite the pissy mood the guards seemed to be in Zell was enjoying the shared jokes, but man did this guy know how to fluster him.

Zell could only watch as the fingers of his injured hand were kissed one by one and the flesh where lips and skin met tingled long after those lips were gone. The tattooed blonde felt his face burn brightly, though he was sure he would get used to the intimacy and there was plenty he wanted to initiate. Still, it was the tenderness of such an act Zell wasn’t used to, but it put the goofiest smile on his lips and it made him flex his fingers. His grin broadened when Seifer mentioned scrubbing him down, “suppose that’d be a bird bath then huh? Sounds god Seif, I’d definitely return the favor…” Zell cocked his head as Seifer picked up one of the little makeshift blades. He didn’t question it, some things were personal to a man, but whatever the scarred blonde intended he’d be there.

When the weapon was discreetly put away Zell continued walking with his companion until they had distanced themselves reasonably from the group down the hall. Zell turned to look up questioningly as Seifer mentioned he had something to say before forgetting. Zell wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but being drawn into a passionate and dizzying kiss was the last thing he’d expected. It was brief and chaste, but it was a monumental thing for Zell who seemed to be sharing all of his first time experiences with this guy. After the initial shock Zell kissed back pushing his lips firmly against Seifer’s own until they pulled away. Zell looked up his eyes pin wheeling and his expression dizzy, but he heard what the other had said and smiled, he did feel better, “hell yeah, Tiger!”

The kiss certainly alleviated the pain he felt distracting him from everything else and numbing him from the neck down. Wow, such a simple thing could feel so good! Seifer might’ve come off as nothing to sniff at upon first meeting him, but the older man seemed really affectionate, especially now. Snapping himself out of his reverie Zell felt a spark of his spunk return to him and looking like he’d just gotten a second wind he walked the rest of the way with Seifer, his humor completely returned. When they finally entered the infirmary the doctors there were all business. Apparently even a blind man could tell they needed immediate medical attention so for the time being they were separated and looked at individually.

Zell was a terrible patient making a huge fuss over his hand, his curses, yelps and screams could probably be heard from down the hall. The doctor had to constantly chide him to keep him from struggling too much, and the situation with Zell was probably an exaggerated display of comedy more than anything. All of his wounds were cleaned, and he came out after quite some time with a bandaged head and hand and two bandage strips across the shallow cuts on his chest and stomach. His facial expression bore that of a very grumpy child, he was told he would have to remain over night in the beds there, “fucking sucks…” He wasn’t sure if Seifer’s fate would be his own, otherwise he’d be alone in this big white room and it’s rows of bed while the medical staff retired and the lights went out. All he could do now was lay down per the doctor's orders and wait.

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Wasn't Zell cute, blushing like that over a little kiss to the fingers? Seifer seemed to think so. He made a mental note of it to use later in a better setting than the two of them bleeding and on their way to the infirmary. They could have a little private celebration when they were released. Seifer grinned to himself thinking about it. It was good to have something to look forward to, because Seifer really hated doctors. It wasn't a specific fear of needles or anything like that. He just hated them in general. They made him uncomfortable, and the last time he'd been in a hospital hadn't been pleasant.

At least Zell was around to keep Seifer amused. Even though he didn't like his blonde bird being in pain, they would at least get to hang out in the infirmary together. Seifer did a pretty decent imitation of a tiger growl. "Is that your new nickname for me, Birdie?" he teased. "I like it." Him a tiger and Zell a bird... Yeah, that was a very interesting image. Which again was good because he was about to face a doctor. Seifer gulped nervously as he was forced away from Zell for an individual examination. They didn't tell him anything he didn't already know. Stab wounds to the shoulder, muscle damage, blah blah blah. Even though Zell acted like a little kid he was a helpful distraction for Seifer.

"Hey, Birdie." Seifer poked his head in to check up on Zell. "Promise not to tell, but I can't stand these places. They make me really uncomfortable. So... would you mind staying here with me? Doc says I gotta stay here. They wanna make sure the nerve damage isn't permanent or something." That was somewhat true, but he had also heard that Zell had to stay the night so he had asked to be allowed to stay as well. But he wasn't going to tell Zell that!

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Zell sat in one of the infirmary beds looking almost like the doctors had taken away his big, shiny fire engine. Man he didn’t want to be here in this place for the entire night all by himself, the beds were more comfortable, but at least he had a cell mate…or he thought he did. When nighttime rolled around the guy was quite as a mouse and he was gone before Zell got up it was weird like that. Still one night lying in a comfortable bed wasn’t so bad it was the alone part in a big room that did it to him. He didn’t know how serious Seifer’s wounds were, the guy seemed tough as nails so he wasn’t sure if the doctors would release him or let him stay. Apparently they were letting him stay because Seifer’s head popped in only moments later causing the grouchy blonde to light up. There was nothing more to bother them tonight so resting easy would be no trouble.

“Yo, Tiger! Looks like they’re making you stay huh? It’s alright I have to stay too…it’s nothing serious I just thing their more worried about the knock to my noggin than anything else.” Zell nodded at the bed right beside his own a smile on his lips when the other mentioned places like this made him uncomfortable, “heh if it’ll make you feel better I could push my bed beside yours and you can cuddle under my sheet…I think I’d like hearing you purr al night. His humor turned to concern when Seifer talked about nerve damage, “Oh, hope it aint permanent, but you know I got this great massage technique for nerve damage! It cane be very therapeutic too, something I learned after my gramps was injured.”

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The way he could make Zell light up definitely made him think that staying in this place wasn't such a bad idea. If he had to stay in this place he at least had someone friendly to stay with. Seifer grinned back at the tattooed blonde. He was really starting to like the nickname Tiger. It definitely suited him.

"Aw, Birdie, you'd really let me cuddle with you?" he asked. "I might need it, seriously." Seifer was a tough guy but he certainly wasn't going to turn down an offer of being so close to Zell. "You'd think we'd get away with pushing our beds together?" he wondered, as if he cared. Even if it wasn't allowed he would still do it. It would be even better if they could share the same bed but with their condition, it was probably better to allow some space. "You'll have to do it, though. Not sure I could with one hand." For now he sat down on a bed next to Zell's. Yeah, it would be great spending the night with Zell. Seifer would purr all the other blonde wanted, and curl up next to Zell grooming his face with Seifer's tongue...

"Hm?" He'd let himself drift away into this very pleasant fantasy and almost missed what Zell was saying. "You offering me a massage, babe? I'd love to feel your hands on my bare skin." Seifer smirked, having purposefully said those things in a suggestive way.

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It probably wasn’t allowed, but with the doctors taking their leave til morning he doubted there would be much of a fuss about it. As long as they were relatively quiet he doubted the guards would be much of a bother either, they would probably hear their pacing foot steps, but even if they shined their flashlights inside they wouldn’t see anything. Zell picked the bed that was on the door side of the wall in the furthest corner so they were out of ear and light range. He wasn’t much for having flashlights shone in his face while sleeping anyway and the guards would probably think the infirmary was empty and they were sent back to their cells. Whatever the case Zell felt fairly safe, “yeah, I think we could do that, so long as they’re back in place by morning I don’t think they’ll cry too much. And we’ll know as soon as the power turns on, when to move the bed.”

Zell stood up, no longer covered in blood and wearing a pair of pajama bottoms provided by the infirmary though they were a little long on him. He forsook the top that had been offered not wanting to irritate his hand by trying to shove his fist through a sleeve. Still, he liked feeling clean and the doctors had to sterilize him of blood, this was the infirmary after all. Might not have been as good as the bathing Seifer had talked about, but clean was nice. Now standing up and with Seifer sitting on the opposite side of his bed Zell raised his leg and shifted his bed with his foot, it was the lazy-man’s way. He managed to get the beds pressed so close together, however, that there was very minimal space between them and no discomfort of a crack. Zell liked that the beds were heavy; they wouldn’t move while sleeping which was nice, “there we go, bed for two ala Zell!”

Sliding back onto his bed the young blonde piled up the two offered pillows close to the middle leaving space for Seiferr to do the same, “yeah I’ll give you a massage, though I think it’d be a lot more pleasurable when we’re good enough, if the doctors say the damage is minimal a little massage now and then will stimulate and speed the process.” Zell adjusted the sheets as well so they seemed like one and opened up his arm so that Seifer could cuddle with him if he wanted. Zell never thought the other would agree, but he was kind of glad Seifer did after the way the other fought protecting him and after thinking he’d almost lost him Zell wasn’t as angry as he’d let on and he really wanted to hold the other and should he receive a tongue bathing, all the better, “ah, all ready, wanna join me Tiger?”

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Hm. He should've thought of moving the beds with his feet. Oh, well, it was fun to watch Zell doing it. Showed that he was really determined to have them be close together. Not a bad choice of locations, either. It would certainly keep nosy guards from catching them in the act of something. Seifer could tell he wouldn't dislike infirmaries nearly as much now thanks to Zell. He waited until it looked like Zell finished preparing the beds. It looked almost like one big bed the way he'd arranged it. Seifer grabbed a pillow for himself and put it on his "side" of the bed, smirking at Zell.

"You look good enough to pounce, Birdie," he commented. "But I wouldn't want to hurt you." He got up on the beds and slid himself forward until he could reach Zell. He took the other blonde's hand and sort of pulled as he moved so they met each other. He didn't waste much time and started purring just like Zell had wanted. Seifer ran his fingers thoughtfully over Zell's face to make sure whatever damage he received wouldn't leave a scar. It should've been odd how quickly he grew attached to Zell but the blonde was the sort of person who it was hard not to like. Maybe it was because he was so much fun to rile up, and Seifer never knew what to expect from him.

Seifer was taller so he used his good arm to pull Zell against him, letting his chest be a cushion for Zell's weight. His arm rested around Zell's waist and his head nestled against the other's so Zell would be able to hear any purring noises he made. Seifer normally wasn't into cuddling but this was a special occassion. He tilted his head a little and stole a brief kiss, just because.

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“Yeah…well I’d take your brand of pain any time, but this…this is pretty damned good too yeah?” it was a rhetorical question, Zell knew this was god, he knew when Seifer took his hand and his fingers curled briefly around the others until their bodies were so close that not even air passed between them. He wound his arm around Seifer’s waist exhaling slowly as he was nestled into the other’s chest. He watched curiously as, for a moment, Seifer traced the lines of his face. Fortunately Zell only received a bump to the head and if he took care of himself well enough there should be no scarring. If he was lucky he might even get off with light scarring to his hand or maybe none at all. He was pretty sure both of their bodies would walk away with memories from tonight though; there was no question about that.

When Seifer leaned in to kiss him briefly this time Zell wasn’t as ruffled this time as he was by the first. Tonight he allowed himself to enjoy the attention, the affection of this usually fierce tiger. When the taller blonde drew back Zell rolled his tongue along Seifer’s lips, they were so completely kissable. Zell was only mildly embarrassed by the direction f his thoughts and his actions, but after what had happened to the both of them he was sure they could use some good TLC, and when they were feeling much better maybe a bit of S&M. Seifer was really tempting him with that idea, it seemed like a lot of fun too, and maybe after thoroughly punishing the scarred blonde he’d massage him to make the night sweeter. Hm, should be a nice change from getting the shit beat out of him, but Zell was pretty sure they did more damage in the end.

“Heh…” Zell chuckled wickedly before leaning up to lightly run his tongue along the horizontal scar that stretched across the bridge of his companion’s nose. He drew back laying his head beside Seifer a shit-eating grin on his face as his hand slowly stroked up and down the other’s back and he listened to the purring, “mmmm…nice to have a big kitty to lay beside…”

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Their bodies would definitely carry memories of tonight, but... maybe not all unpleasant memories. Seifer smirked to himself on that thought. He could leave a few marks of his own on Zell, maybe this time lower so Zell wouldn't get as many odd stares because of them. Zell had an odd effect on Seifer. There was definitely a cat image going on but it fluxuated between a fierce tiger and a tame house cat. Whichever he was it was still fun to draw reactions from his partner. There was that magic tongue again sending pleasant shivers down his spine. Zell was so good with his mouth that Seifer found it very difficult to believe he hadn't had much experience with lovers. It was fine with Seifer; it just meant he got to enjoy something no one else had.

Seifer really wanted to spring now. Maybe it was the near-death experience that made him a bit more relaxed around Zell, but whatever it was he didn't hide how much he was enjoying the attention. He even felt a small shiver as Zell's tongue moved over his scar. He was told not to lay on his back or put weight on his injured shoulder, so Seifer shifted to support them on his good side. Smirking mischievously, Seifer took Zell's hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing the fingers again. He added a teasing flick of his tongue.

"Mmmh, I'll have to curl up close so my little bird doesn't fly away," he purred out with that mischievous smirk still on his lips. Carefully he glided his tongue over each of Zell's fingers in turn, sucking on them for a moment. "Would the little bird like a bath?" he asked, grinning.

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It was very true, as pathetic as it might have been in the eyes of some men Zell was a nineteen year old with limited sexual experience. He was thirteen once when he’d experience masturbation with another human being and it had been a girl who was pretty cute and worked side by side with the librarians at school. The furthest they’d gone was with touching each other’s nether regions, but they never had sex, he never even kissed her and she wouldn’t look at him in the aftermath. Zell wondered if she’d been ashamed of his touch, but for some reason his luck with every other girl after had been pretty shitty. Maybe they didn’t like his loud, upbeat, hyperactive personality. So most of his adolescence was spent training to work of his aggression and focus his hormones. Despite the lack of sexual encounters Zell had often imagined it, he’d heard things from friends and even looked into other spots of interest as well. What he lacked in experience he made up for with imagination, eagerness, and desire. With Seifer he felt like he could be straightforward without have to have the poetic complexity and romantic suave most girls wanted, nor did he really needing pride.

Oh god oh god oh god. Zell watched with wide eyes, the intent that shown in their blue depths was completely hot and filled with desire that mixed with surprise. His face warmed a bit as well when Seifer’s tongue curled around his fingers. Then his fingers disappeared between hot lips into the warm depths for some casual but suggestive sucking. Zell felt his chest tighten. How bad did he want it? Pretty damned bad, he’d waited more than his share, but unfortunately he’d have to wait some more before he could get down to it with Seifer. In the meantime he allowed those suggestions to rile him up he shivered in turn just as his companion had done so in such a delicious manner a moment ago, “I…wouldn’t mind having my…feathers preened a bit…long as you watch those claws…” Zell smiled back still deeply flushed. It was horribly amusing, the animal refernces, but at the same time Zell was growing used to it and it would probably bother him real bad if someone else called him Birdie now.

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Zell had the cutest blush. There was no competition. His whole face seemed to go red when he did, and his tattoo was more pronounced than ever. He wanted to get to that next and make sure his tongue was what Zell remembered and not that nasty hair guy. Seifer pushed that thought away before it could kindle unpleasant feelings. Now was the time to enjoy Zell, not to think about what had happened in the showers. Seifer pulled Zell's now wet fingers away from his lips and leaned forward to give the tattoo some attention. He pressed kisses to the spot first before tracing it slowly with his tongue. It was a very interesting design.

"I'd love to give your whole body a bath, Birdie," he said softly. "I promise I will when we're both up for it." His hand moved to touch Zell's hair. It had been flattened by the water so Seifer's fingers tried to groom it to its usual style. Seifer couldn't decide if he liked Zell's hair up in that weird style or down as it was now. Zell looked good either way. "Hey, Zell... thanks a lot for... everything. You're amazing." He kissed the corner of Zell's lip. "You've done quite a lot for me. I think it's about time I do something for you, don't you think?" Seifer smirked as he said this, which could only mean he was suggesting a special something he could do for Zell.

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Zell closed his eyes and parted his lips, inhaling a bit shakily when Seifer’s lips touched his warm cheeks. Not long after he felt the caress of the other’s tongue over his tattoo burning a good impression over the previously disgusting experience. His heart was racing so fast he felt it might explode in his chest. The things this guy was capable of doing to his body without touching him was amazing, and while the shorter blonde was sensitive and turned on he wasn’t worked up, just excited.

Smiling fondly he slid his hand down to rub light circles against the small of Seifer’s back his eyes fluttering back open grinning playfully, “yeah, I get it…makes me eager to feel better so we can play…but I think the anticipation is pretty exciting too.” Zell chuckled softly eyes filled with humor as Seifer combed his fingers through his bangs, no question in the shorter man’s mind that Seifer was trying to accomplish Zell’s gravity defying do, “man, it takes skill to get my hair like that…and gel…” Zell closed his eyes again when he was thanked with a chaste kiss to the side of his lips, “I wanted to help you…so it was no problem…” his eyes snapped back open when Seifer suggested returning the favor, “eh? Something…yoou could do for me? And…what’s that smirk for…you look like you’re ready to eat me?” The youth returned with a grin, but his curiosity was piqued now, “what would you do for me then Tiger?” he said this running his fingers through Seifer’s usually well kept hair…damn this guy’s hair was cool! That was a sort of after thought, but it certainly called to his fingers while his eyes focused solely on his companion’s face.

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Oh, was he getting Zell excited? It certainly seemed that way. Well, that was pleasant for him since the tattooed blonde managed to get him so excited with very little effort. He liked the return touches from Zell too. The guy had strong hands as a fighter and he was really good with massages. If those hands worked on his shoulder they would probably make him feel better than any of the doctors could. Seifer shifted more comfortably on the pillows and kept his fingers moving through Zell's hair.

"I could eat you if you want," Seifer responded. "I'd be very gentle, see?" He moved and took Zells ear, giving the lobe a light nibble. "Or, I could swallow you up." He let that one trail off suggestively; he was pretty sure Zell would know what that meant. He tilted his head down to allow Zell's fingers to move through his hair. That actually felt pretty nice. His hair was pretty short but that didn't mean he didn't like someone playing with it now and then. Seifer's eyes slid pleasantly to half-mast. "I'd do lots of things for you, Birdie. You're special to me."

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It was true, the more Seifer administered attention on him the more aroused the smaller blonde became. It seemed that it didn’t take much for either one of them perhaps that was simply because Zell was just as pumped with testosterone and aggression as Seifer was, but Zell liked to think of it as being very passionate. When Seifer nibbled on his ear Zell was more than ready to show just how passionate he was as his body trembled involuntarily due to the stimulation. Zell was one of the many individuals that are effected by a little bit of ear nibbling, sucking, and licking; it sent that arousing sensation rippling though his body, “a…ahh…big tease.” Zell released the breath he’d been holding though it came out shakily when Seifer said he’d swallow him, gods he hoped that meant what he thought it meant. When Seifer pulled back Zell’s light hair combing turned into a gentle scalp massage, “you really like to tease me huh…heh when we’re better I know exactly what I’m gonna do to pay you back.” Zell grinned lopsidedly, he already knew exactly what he had in mind though he would have to find a way to get the things he would need he would certainly do it. His blue eyes went wide as saucers when Seifer said that he was special to him, he’d do lots of things for him. Zell smiled, playfulness gone for the moment he looked sincere, “how’d we go from slinging kitchen sludge at each other t’ this…I think I like it…” Zell initiated the kiss this time using his tongue to probe Seifer’s mouth and encourage the taller blonde’s tongue out to meet his own. Once he’d engaged their tongues outside of their mouth he lightly massaged his comanion’s own and dueled with it a bit before sucking Seifer between his lips and kissing the scarred blonde passionately until his lungs were starved, “mmm…yeah I think I’ll let you eat me anytime.” Zell said pressing his hardness into Seifer’s leg, he knew they wouldn’t do much and was more than content to let it wilt, but doubted that it would as long as his body was in contact with Seifer though, but he wasn't moving either, “nope…that aint no hotdog buddy, I’m very happy t’ see ya…and yeah, that's gotta be the worst pick-up line ever."

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He raised an eyebrow as if to say "Me? A tease?" It was just so easy to find ways of teasing Zell. Of course Seifer had a line he wouldn't cross in teasing, doing just enough to excite the other but not enough to frustrate or aggravate him. It seemed like Zell liked being teased, or at least didn't dislike it, so Seifer was happy to continue. He had noted Zell's sensitive ear and made sure to abuse that spot again in the future. He smiled to himself; Zell had plans for him, huh? He couldn't help being intrigued but he would just have to wait to find out what these plans were. Seifer now had a reason other than his dislike of infirmaries to be looking forward to a quick recovery.

Zell caught him by surprise when he was the one initiating the kiss. Seifer was stunned for a few seconds but he quickly recovered. He didn't want to question how they went from throwing food at each other to making out in an infirmary. Their whole relationship had been unexpected up to this point, and that was what Seifer liked about it. It just seemed to happen and he wouldn't complain or question it. His tongue was more than happy to be guided out to play with Zell's. Zell still had magic enough to draw gutteral moans out of the scarred blonde, Seifer's return kisses quickly becoming heated and he was really close to pinning the smaller one down on the bed. Luckily he remembered their injuries and backed off. He panted for breath, desire darkening his eyes. The hardness pressing against his leg told him he wasn't the only one feeling the desire.

He knew it would kill the mood, but he couldn't help laughing. "I love that even when you're turned on, you can still make me laugh. Well, don't worry, Birdie, I'm happy to see you too." He shifted forward so Zell could feel what he was talking about. "Mh, so, you sure that's not a hotdog? Because I'd love to get my mouth around it and taste for myself."

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For Zell laughter could never kill the mood, well at least not when he was making a stupid joke and being relatively entertaining. Now if Seifer ever looks at his penis and laughed while they were being intimate then the mood would probably be dead…overkill. Seifer had a nice laugh especially when he threw his head back and or he wasn’t laughing at Zell falling down. The short blonde hoped to inspire it as often as he possibly could. Hell, making Seifer laugh made this hellhole totally bearable, if he had to be stuck in a prison of depressing stiffs he would hang himself with his own sheet. Zell chuckled softly before nipping Seifer’s chin, “I aim to please—”

He was cut off by a low groan when Seifer’s sex pressed into him creating greater contact between their bodies. Zell’s mind seemed to take a space trip when Seifer said he’d like to get his mouth around Zell’s ‘hotdog’ and the tattooed man’s toe’s curled at the thought. How, how could they manage that …he wanted to give Seifer pleasure too, but oh his brain wouldn’t work for him to figure out how they both could, “ah…I wanna suck yours too!” He seemed a bit eager after all of the teasing and Seifer’s words only inspired more desire to inflame him, “sixty-nine? We can lay on our sides so it’ll be more comfortable…and less messy…though I…really really like messy too…”

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He was glad for the laughter. He was stuck here for the rest of his life so he might as well enjoy himself here while he could. With Zell around he seemed guaranteed to be entertained. Seifer smirked a little, wanting to touch Zell more and feel that growing arousal for himself. But he'd really like to get his mouth around it too. It was only fair, seeing how many times Zell already treated him. Thinking of that he felt his waking sex give a pleasant little twitch.

"I think that's a great idea," he said with a smile. "Feel free to grab my ass while you're at it, because I know I'll be grabbing yours." He smiled mischievously, wrapping an arm around Zell and carefully guiding the other blonde down so they were laying together on the bed. Seifer tried to bite his lip but he couldn't help teasing the blonde a little. "Did I hear that right, Birdie? You like messy? You really are a dirty birdie. I'm gonna have to clean you up later." He seriously would, too. He'd get a sponge and wash all over that gorgeous body. Before he got down to business, he wanted to feel Zell's mouth against his again. Those lips were so good against his, soft and inviting. He could've gone on but their mouths were about to be used for something else.

Their height differences would make this a little difficult but he could manage. Seifer shifted so they were in the right positions. He was all eager to go for it already. His hands moved, pushing Zell's boxers down off his hips enough to expose his needy gender. Seifer smirked, dipping his head down to tease the tip with his tongue. He started off with slow strokes of his tongue to feel over the length and test where Zell was sensitive. Seifer didn't have natural magic like Zell but he had the experience to keep a hand on Zell's hips so he wouldn't buck and interrupt what he was doing.

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Zell liked the ass-grabbing idea very much and would certainly cop a gracious handful remembering when he’d slapped Seifer’s ass the day before during their little food fight. Of course that was to make sure the other was nice and messy and purposefully evil, staining the other’s jeans, and that had been fun. Thinking back on it Seifer had a nice, firm ass, tense with muscle and now he’d get to explore it a bit more. Once they were both lying in positions on their sides so no pressure would be on his companion’s back and they could both be comfortable, Zell made his crotch as accessible to Seifer as he possibly could. He knew the height difference was only a bit of a problem, but Seifer seemed to have that under control and the young blonde gasped as soon as he felt the older man’s warm mouth close around him, what was he doing again…oh! With a soft moan Zell sought out Seifer’s arousal as well flicking his tongue back and forth over the tiny slit there before slowly drawing the scarred blonde into his mouth sucking him in gently. Zell couldn’t resist his own moan which vibrated over the flushed head of his companion’s sex. It was a good thing Seifer did have the experience because Zell’s hips were already flexing forward. That tongue was the best damned experience so far, and no mater where Seifer seemed to lich it all felt good, but the attention to the head of Zell’s cock seemed to inspire the loudest cries. Zell slid his hands around one sliding between Seifer’s legs to fondle his balls gentle, the other hand gripped Seifer’s ass firmly. Oh yeah…he could get to like this too!

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Zell had a very nice ass, as he knew from getting a good feel for it already. He smiled and blew gentle air on the other blonde's cock. Seifer's hips gave a slight jerk feeling Zell start working his magic on him. As good as that was, he couldn't let it distract him from his own play. The vibrations from Zell's moans felt so good on him, so he thought Zell in turn would love the feel of Seifer's moans. He guided Zell into his mouth, lips closing around him, and let a moan escape him. One hand still held firmly to the blonde's hips to keep him in place. Seifer wanted to enjoy this nice and slow. He ran his fingers along Zell's hips and gave his ass a gentle squeeze. Seifer couldn't help himself and ran a finger carefully around Zell's sensitive opening as the tip of his tongue dipped into the slit. Everything Seifer had found to feel good when Zell treated him, he was now using to pleasure Zell. Moving his hand back to hold down Zell's hips, Seifer very gently grazed his teeth over the sensitive head just enough to let Zell feel it.

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So good, it was so good having Seifer’s lips stimulate him, the stream of air hitting his moist cock and teasing all the way down ripped some strangled pleasure cries from the tattooed blonde. His thighs tensed just a little from the pleasure shock which only increased when that wonderful heat engulfed him again sending a trill of pleasure he had yet to feel knifing through his body. Oh, gods, yeah that was good…he would cum soon he knew it, but like Seifer he wanted this to last. His body trembled violently when the tall blonde squeezed his ass gently, but it was more so when that finger circled the small opening with all of it’s sensitive nerve endings, “a…ah…Seif…” It was almost becoming difficult to focus on his own ministrations with his hips trying to push forward but the older man disallowing it, it was such good pleasure. Still when he finally got a little more oriented he massaged Seifer’s ass with his hand while kissing licking and sucking all the way up and down the other’s shaft until the entire length was nice and wet. Zell couldn’t deep throat this time so he could mimic it by using his hand. Once he'd finally moistened the other the way he wanted Zell stopped his massage, but not before giving the other’s ass a healthy smack a grin on his lips. He curled his hand around the solid length the silken throbbing flesh hot in his hand, he kissed the top of Seifer’s sex, “a…mmm…bet…ya liked that…” He teased the older man before covering the flushed head of Seifer’s sex and sucking lightly at the swollen bulb, working his hand in tandem. His brain was numb from the sensations washing over him, his body was writing in ecstasy while he did his best not to lose it so much he couldn’t tend to the other’s need.

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He could feel from how the blonde trembled that he really wanted to push deeper into Seifer's mouth. But he could also tell from the trembling that Zell was trying just as hard as he was to let this moment linger. He smiled a little hearing the other call his name and rewarded him with another squeeze of his rear. He felt Zell's hands on his ass massaging him and he groaned loudly, loving how they felt working on him. He started breathing hard through his nose; now he was the one wanting to rock his hips forward and force more of himself into Zell's mouth. Slowly Seifer drew his mouth away, replacing it with his hand so the stimulation could continue.

"Mmyeah, baby," he answered in a soft purr. "Your mouth feels so good, you just keep getting better. Ummmh, oh, yeah... Zell." His hand stroked thoughtlessly as his hips trembled in the effort to keep from thrusting into that magical mouth. To perhaps try and relieve at least one of them of the torture, Seifer directed the other man's length back into his mouth and slid it in as far as he could. His hand eased a little so Zell could shift his hips up, but not enough to choke his partner. Then Seifer swallowed deliberately so his throat muscles would tighten around Zell. He obviously couldn't encourage Zell to finish off verbally, so he used his hand to rub Zell's balls and tease that sensitive flesh around his opening. Come on, baby, he thought. Coaxing Zell to finish made his own body threaten to orgasm.

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By now the only thing Zell could do was pant raggedly and desperately against Seifer’s manhood and occasionally flick out his tongue and lick the sensitive apex. He wanted that dewy substance on his tongue, it had become like a sweet nectar now that he’d gotten used to the taste, but it was sweeter watching Seifer’s face contort in pleasure when he came which was why he wanted it so much. The older man was making it really difficult however, and Zell almost felt it was deliberate though the scarred blonde couldn’t say as much the attentions to his sex were greatly intensified which meant that it was purely purposeful. Then Seifer’s mouth did the most beautiful thing, it swallowed the youth’s hot organ and those muscles tightened around his sex. Blue cerulean eyes o[ened wide in the shock of such a pleasurable moment and he couldn’t stop himself from crying out not surprisingly he was a verbal bedmate, “A…AH! Oh god…ooooh…s…shit…it’s…it’s…a…a…aah!” Zell pressed his face into Seifer’s groin, the taller blonde’s sex pressing against his cheek as he held on for the sake of mercy to his companion’s leg. It was the first time he’d felt something so incredible and the added stimulation on top of that to his sensitive engorged balls and the tiny portal into his body there was no way Zell could refuse that mental calling from Seifer. His entire body went taut and stiff as he pushed forward, his back snapped into a beautiful arch and his head dropped back to release another resonating shout that sounded almost like triumph as his body let go and he released quickly than he could have imagined onto Seifer’s tongue. Then his body finally came down from the high, slowly though, he was still trembling from excitement, but he was in a frame of mind good enough to give Seifer’s still pulsing cock a few lazy swipes with his tongue, “mmm…so good…delicious…”

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At this point it didn't really matter what Zell did. Just feeling the tongue was enough to draw Seifer close to finishing. He tried so hard to hold off at least until Zell had orgasmed. He could feel his partner drawing close and cracked an eye open to watch. Zell looked so amazing as the sensations surged through his body. Watching how beautifully he arched only made Seifer that much more eager to follow. First he had to make sure he took in all of Zell's seed, or as much as he could. His mouth welcomed the taste and didn't pull back until Zell had subsided. They didn't want to leave too much evidence of what they'd been up to, after all. "You taste good," he said quietly, licking his lips. He couldn't hold off anymore. "Zell, I'm--!" He didn't get to finish saying his warning before the orgasm hit. He cried out, trying to muffle the sound on Zell's leg so it wouldn't be overheard by the guards. Seifer attempted to guide his hips forward so Zell could take all of him in. The look on his face could probably fit best as ecstatic joy. He grinned against Zell's skin, waiting to make sure Zell cleaned him up. Seifer couldn't sum up how he felt in words but he could let Zell hear him purr contently, which is what he did.

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Zell wrapped his lips around Seifer once more once he managed to gain control of himself, at least a little. He knew Seifer was also on the brink which is why he devoured as much of his companion as he possibly could and stroked his mouth up and down the taller blonde’s sex before he came. Partially because he didn’t want to miss one generous drop and partially because he didn’t want to leave a mess for them to sleep on. When Seifer came it was glorious, as it had been the first few times his bed mate had come inside of his mouth, and he allowed the other to push into him as deeply as Zell could allow. The way the other really seemed like a big cat, the way his body was so graceful in this moment was breathtaking. Seifer was also quiet as opposed to Zell’s loud sex calls which didn’t attract the guards thankfully. Drinking all of the other’s bounty down the tattooed blonde spent a little extra time lapping away anything that remained behind with a pleased moan. He remained like this for several moments, kissing Seifer’s legs, caressing the other’s backside, listening to the purrs and feeling them rumble through feeling Seifer against his leg. After a moment though Zell shifted climbing back up to the head of their combined beds so that he could properly thank Seifer. He did this by flicking his tongue over the other’s lips tasting himself there and that mixed with his lover’s sex juice made for an exotic twist of flavor in his mouth, “you taste good too…and…I gotta say…I’ve never felt anything close to that before in my life! That’s better than a hand…though your hand is almost as good…” Zell chuckled nipping at Seifer’s chin before settling in beside the taller blonde, “and I love that purr…so fuckin’ sexy…”

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He waited for his breaths to become more regular. He smiled a little to himself feeling Zell drink him in. It felt really good, especially when Zell bothered to give a little extra care in cleaning Seifer completely. He returned the favor with kisses t his lover's thigh. He was eager to move his lips somewhere else though, as much as he had liked treating the other blonde. Zell's idea of thanking him was very much appreciated. Seifer smiled and did the same thing back. Zell's lips tasted good on their own so combined with his own taste it was certainly interesting. He would've liked to make it a real kiss with tongues thrashing together and the two different tastes exchanged between them. But this was all right with him too. "I'm so glad I please my little bird," he responded. "You're pretty sexy yourself, you know. The way your body moves, and the way you call out my name... A guy could get used to that."

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“Yeah…didn’t think prison had such luxuries…but I could get used to this too I’d like to move my body for you some more…but I think that all I was up for tonight heh,” Zell’s breathing was still a bit labored his body was still wracked with pleasure he’d never known before. Looking at Seifer, however, he couldn’t resist. Reaching for the sheets he pulled the cool linen over their smoldering body’s right over their heads even grinning playfully as the dull lights around them diminished. Carefully winding his arm around Seifer the young blonde drew their lips together and started out kissing his companion slowly, their moist lips moving fluidly together. His kisses started of chaste and escalated to open mouth and lightly sucking on his bed mate’s lower lip encouraging some tongue from Seifer when he flicked his own out to tease. There was something very playful and passionate all the same about the way Zell took his time kissing.

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He responded with a soft little chuckle. Yeah, that was definitely enough for one day. But apparently that didn't rule out having other kinds of fun. Seifer glanced questioningly at Zell, raising an eyebrow. He understood what was going on and matched the other blonde's grin. Seifer found he was purring again, his heart racing excitedly as Zell drew close. His eyes fell half-shut then completely closed to enjoy. That magic mouth was at it again playing carefully against his own. Seifer could play too and was quick to respond to the encouragement. His tongue moved out, meeting with Zell's and carefully sucking it into his mouth. The bed creaked a little as he shifted his weight, his hand moving up to play with the blonde hair. Seifer drew back so he could nibble lightly on Zell's bottom lip. "Birdie... make sure you don't break that ass of yours, okay?" he said, trying to sound serious. "I want you to take good care of it for me, and don't let anyone else have it before me." Seifer was sure Zell would get the message, however indirect: Seifer wanted to eventually have sex with his little bird. He wouldn't do it right now of course but it was just another thing for the two of them to anticipate. Seifer leaned back in and resumed kissing, his lips teasingly trailing a line from one corner of Zell's mouth to the other before connecting fully again.

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Seifer’s eager response to his kiss put the younger blonde at ease instantly, his kiss was soothing and he could feel his entire body relaxing and going limber completely. When his tongue was drawn into his bed mate’s mouth Zell stole the opportunity to take full advantage. He explored every venue, their flavors bursting on Zell’s tongue inspiring a pleased noise from him, like this was the best taste in the world…addicting…better than hotdogs. Hot damn he’d found the replacement! Seifer would lov to hear all about that, but now wasn’t the right moment, when Seifer drew back just a bit to nibble on his ips and speak, Zell understood this time that “breaking his ass” meant letting someone pop that sweet little cherry he possessed. The message was loud and clear and though Seifer had his mouth on him before a response could be foremend Zell raised his hand to the other’s cheek and stroked him gently reassuring Seifer that the taller blonde would be the first to claim his ass. This time Zell drew Seifer’s tongue into his mouth and sucked gently letting the older man experience that same burst of flavor his heart rate becoming rapid again. Of course he also had thoughts of taking Seifer, but he wouldn’t reveal them for the moment.

[ooc: Seifer is going to have a buddy on the outside, I have picked up Raijin from the posse XD]

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He could probably go on like this, kissing Zell and tasting inside his mouth. His lips could happily work until he'd tired them both out. He loved how Zell responded to him and how he in turn was made to respond by the magic of those lips. It was a rather addicting taste. Seifer wasn't looking forward to moving their beds away. He could sleep fine by himself but he liked a warm body beside him even better... especially in a place he hated like an infirmary. Seifer would be willing to wake up early in the morning if it meant spending the night with Zell in his arms. He smiled a bit thinking of that, and the smile grew as Zell touched his cheek. He gave a pleasant little sigh and drew the kisses back to soft ones. "How would my little bird like a great big cat sleeping next to him?" he asked, smirking. "I promise I'll move before the guards see us but... I hate infirmaries, and I'd feel much better having you to hold onto." Admitting any kind of weakness was not something he was apt to do but it felt okay to say this to Zell. He wasn't exactly ready to call it love, but he definitely felt very strongly for the other blonde.

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“Don’t think I could move even if you shoved me and I rolled off the other side of the bed ass up…I’ll stay right here…and this is kinda fun. I’ve always had my own bed all my life so…sharing one…or two…should be fun…like a…uh… a sleepover…with heavy petting,” Zell chuckled softly. Of course that was a longwinded way to say yes, but he meant he wouldn’t leave Seifer and in fact began making their bodies more comfortable, fluffing the pillow a bit and pulling the sheets down over their faces. He settled in carefully draping his arm around the older man’s waist bringing their naked hips together, “and sleeping naked too…never done it…but this I like.” Resting his head right beside Seifer’s own, his eyes focused on the other’s green ones, noticing for the first time how strong and piercing Seifer’s gaze could be. Nice, the older man had nice eyes, “night Tiger…”

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ps. seifer is welcome, now he has a gofer boy who'll bring him anything from the outside, yay! joy! fun!