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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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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.”