FFVIII Seifer x Zell 'Accrete' G-NC17

So, I did a collection of alphabetical drabbles for 'Supernatural' and liked it so much I did it again for my old favourites! Basically, I flipped my dictionary open at 'a', 'b', 'c' etc, picked a random word (literally waved my finger about with my eyes shut) and then wrote a drabble based on it. Let me know what you think. Also, not beta-ed, spell checked or word counted (except by hand). Did I mention my computer's broken? So if you spot mistakes, let me know :)

Title: Accrete
Author: Akare
Rating: G- NC17
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer x Zell
Word Count: 26 x 100
Spoilers/ Warnings: Pre-, during and post-game. Warnings? Oh everything, language, sex, violence, bondage etc. Implied relationships everyone x everyone else. Nothing explicit except Seifer x Zell.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I make no monies :(




accrete verb to form or grow together

"It's funny," Quistis said dreamily in the cafeteria one day.

Seifer suspected it was going to be anything but.

"The six of us," she continued. "We've done almost everything together, every milestone- childhood and starting school, finishing school, becoming SeeDs--"

"Losing our virginity," Irvine sighed.

Selphie giggled at him, remembering a playful evening in her dorm room long ago.

Quistis blushed at Squall, remembering a slightly drunken encounter moments before the War.

Zell avoided Seifer's eyes, his neck still ached from a bite the night before.

In the silence the blond gunblader sighed. "I need to get some better friends."

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bivouac noun a temporary camp or camping place without tents, especially one used by soldiers and mountaineers

They hunched around the fire, shivering.

"We could--"

"Chicken, if you suggest cuddling I'll--"

Zell scoffed. "I was not gunna suggest cuddlin'..." He gave Seifer a look through his lashes.

It took the gunblader less than a heartbeat to overcome the shock. It took him less than three minutes to have Zell on all fours, pants at his knees and three fingers inside.

"Nunh," the martial artist groaned. "Jus' fuckin'... do it, Seifer!"

An hour later, while Zell was using him as a mattress, sucking the gunblader's salty fingers into his mouth they were 'rescued' by a suddenly aroused Squall.

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catamaran noun a sailing-boat with two hulls lying parallel to each other, joined across the top by the deck

"Dunno how to sail, dunno how to fish," Seifer frowned at the boy, stretched out lazily across his boat. "There anything you do know how to do?"

Zell opened one eye at that and grinned. Rolling onto hands and knees the smaller blond crawled across to his friend. He paused, hands either side of Seifer's hips. "There ain't much," he admitted softly, enjoying the nervousness in Seifer's wide green eyes. In a sudden dip he brought his mouth to Seifer's bare stomach, tongue lapping slowly up his chest as deft hands rid him of his board shorts.

"Oh..." Seifer replied.

-

deny verb to declare something not to be true

They didn't even try to refute it- though they knew the game was up the moment Selphie saw Seifer's hand playing comfortably in Zell's hair. They hadn't bothered with each other, as soon as Seifer returned from the War and their eyes had met in Squall's office they knew their bodies would meet later in the dark. They did, first in Seifer's room, then in Zell's, crashing toward each other all teeth and hungry fingers. Their coupling was rough and ravenous and full of unspoken words, words like 'I'm sorry' 'Forgive me' 'Fuck me' 'Hold me' 'Harder' 'I love you'.

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ephemera noun something that lasts or is useful for only a short time

Seifer thought he would be dumped the moment they got back to Garden, he'd assumed their fucking was a result of a mission too far and too long away from home. So he didn't try to feel Zell up on the jeep ride back, or in the lift to Cid's office. After the meeting he planned to go to the Training Centre, planned to fight and jerk off in the shower afterwards. Zell's little fingers in the sleeve of his trenchcoat stilled him, his warm lips across his throat and his erection against Seifer's thigh made him respond in kind.

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flaunt verb to display or parade oneself or something, especially one's clothes, in an ostentatious way, in the hope of being admired

Seifer knows he's doing it deliberately, he's so casual, too casual when he strips off his t-shirt and stretches, wriggling bare toes in the sand and laughing. Seifer can see he's not the only one affected. Irvine and Selphie both run their eyes over Zell's body even as their hands slip over each other, and Squall tries to hide the gaze behind dark glasses but they don't work so well hiding the drool when Zell returns dripping.

Seifer watches the water caress Zell's chest and dreams of licking it off.

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gibber verb to talk so fast that one cannot be understood

Zell is saying something but Seifer gave up listening long ago. He's got his head thrown back against the pillow, mouth turned away, just gasping, panting something as his fingers clench even tighter in Seifer's hair. Seifer ignores him in favour of biting a nipple, briefly, just the once, before raising his head and concentrating fully on taking three fingers out and sliding himself in. He has to concentrate because Zell's so tight he has to make sure he goes slowly and doesn't just ram in and hurt him.

"Next time..." Zell pants, coherent finally. "Next time I'm doin' you."

-

hazardous adjective very risky; dangerous

It was the legs that were the problem- strong thighs, muscled calves, feet that could break your ribcage. It made fucking him even more of an adventure.

Once, Seifer had abandoned their biting kisses to drag his teeth down Zell's compact body and suck him off. Zell had slid his knees over Seifer's shoulders immediately, voice already keening Seifer's name. But in the heat of passion, hands twisted in the gunblader's hair, he'd clenched his thighs, Seifer's head caught vicelike between them.

In the post-orgasmic languidness Seifer managed to escape, rubbing his aching ears and swearing 'only on special occasions'.

-

imperative adjective absolutely essential; urgent

Seifer snapped at Selphie, then quickly moved on to be sarcastic at Irvine. In five minutes he'd managed to insult Quistis and sneer at Squall too. The seven of them sat in cautious silence over a cafeteria breakfast, irritable and more than a little fed up. Seifer's black mood hung guillotine like over them all.

"Hey," Nida approached with the happy smile of one ignorant of his fate. "What's up?"

"Shall we start with you and work our way down?" Seifer asked sweetly. "I hear you like boys going down."

"Fuck," Zell snapped finally, rising. "I'll get your fucking coffee."

-

justice noun the quality of being just, just treatment, fairness

It seemed fair to give Zell what he wanted. Twenty-one years of teasing meant he was due a little payback. So Seifer let him take control. He did it without saying so, of course, it would do no good to let Zell know that Seifer was being nice to him. But he lay back where Zell told him to, and when the smaller boy slopped lube onto his fingers Seifer reached for Zell's erection instead of his own. Zell lifted one eyebrow but said nothing, their fucking was generally silent. So Zell stayed quiet when Seifer whispered, "I love you."

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kuri noun a mongrel dog

They were strays, the lot of them, abandoned, unwanted, left to fend for themselves. Some, Seifer mused, should have been drowned at birth, stuck in a bag like kittens. But then there was Matron and Cid, and then there was Laguna and Rinoa, showing off the pedigree in their midst.

He checked the ties on the headboard absently, then curled his fingers around Zell's.

"They're goin' numb."

Seifer smirked as he released his lover. "A sheepdog, that's what you are."

Zell rubbed his liberated wrists. "Yeah?"

"Dumb, loyal, full of energy."

"And you?"

"Wolfhound. Big, powerful... unpredictable."

Zell smiled. "Ok."

-

laze verb to be idle or lazy

When Zell got home from missions or just from teaching the little brats Seifer would wait in the dark. He wouldn't call or message him, he wouldn't meet the smaller blond in his room and he certainly never asked him in faux flippancy how his mission had gone when they met on Garden concourses. No, he acted as though Zell didn't exist and he kept it up, not a skerrick of interest would he put into this... thing. He'd wait in his room, for days if necessary, and eventually, usually in the dead of night, Zell would come to him.

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malversation noun corruption in public affairs, eg extortion, bribery or embezzlement; illegal use of public funds

"Shee-fa," Zell garbled through a mouthful of the most delicious hamburger he'd ever eaten. He gestured at the seven bottles of beer the two of them had already finished. "Ain't this, like, expensive or somethin'?"

Seifer grinned. "Yeah, a little."

Zell frowned as he took another sip of his beer. "You ain't doin' alla this 'cause I saved your butt from a Ruby Dragon."

"No," Seifer admitted. "I'm killing two birds with one stone." The blond gunblader held up Squall's Garden issue expense card. "And this way we can share the blame. Now hurry up, there's a strip club waiting."

-

novelty noun the quality of being new and intriguing

When a small, shy blond appeared on the beach one day, pudgy fist gripping Matron's fingers Seifer figured he'd be another Quistis, a boring goody-two-shoes. But his third morning there when Seifer tried to steal his bacon again, the boring goody-two-shoes snatched it back and cried, "Ged lost!"

While Matron chided him for being rude Seifer grinned. At last! Someone to fight with. He thought they'd argue a little, then learn to pick on Squall together. He thought maybe this new kid would break the rules with him, but he never did. So Seifer kept pushing to find out why.

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operant noun someone or something that operates; an operator

Zell expected that after the War only Fuujin and Raijin would be seen in public with Seifer. But he soon discovered a whole underground movement of freaks that he knew nothing about.

He went out one night in Balamb and ran into Seifer on the way home- half-pissed and surrounded by four girls in boots and short black skirts clinging to his arms, belt and trenchcoat.

"Hey Chickie," Seifer smirked. "On your own?"

"I see the War really did turn you into a whore," Zell snapped.

Seifer forced a laugh. "See you, war hero."

"Fuck you."

"Maybe next time, Chicken."

-

part noun one's share, responsibility or duty in something

That Seifer owned up to it came as a shock to them all. Quistis suggested she wasn't entirely surprised and Squall just grunted.

"You really think he's changed that much?" Selphie asked.

Zell snorted. "Ha! There ain't nothin' changed about him. He's jus' workin' the system."

"Be fair, Zell," Quistis disagreed. "He was different in that court room. We all saw it."

"You saw what you wanted to."

Quistis sniffed. "And you're just arguing because you don't want to forgive him."

Zell rolled his eyes but kept quiet- they were probably right but he liked his men bad, not repentant.

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quick noun an area of sensitive flesh, especially at the base of the fingernail or toenail

"Ow, ow, ow!" Zell stepped back from the oven, two fingers in his mouth. "Nuh-ow," he garbled through them.

Selphie giggled, grabbing him ice from the freezer. "I said you weren't old enough to cook on your own."

"Shuddup," Zell extracted the fingers and ran them under a cold tap. "Shut up," he said again to Selphie and a now smiling Quistis. The martial artist praised small mercies the gunblader hadn't heard--

Seifer stuck his head around the doorframe, sniffing. "Someone roasting chicken?"

Zell threw a tea-towel at him, the girls rolled their eyes.

Seifer apologised by kissing it better.

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red light noun a refusal or rejection

"Seifer... we shouldn't..." He stopped pacing when Seifer laughed.

"Stop wasting your energy," he ordered. "Come back to bed."

"No," Zell pouted. "We can't... Selphie knows."

Seifer snorted. "Selphie doesn't know shit. Come here."

"No," Zell snatched his hand away from Seifer's questing fingers. "This hiding..."

"Chicken, if you--"

"Don't fuckin' call me that!" Zell snapped. "I'm sick of bein' secretive an' lyin' to people, Seif. I can't keep track of where I'm s'posed to be when I'm really here with you."

Seifer frowned, anger masking hurt. "Fuck off then."

"I... I wanna tell 'em I'm in love with you."

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snap verb to lose one's senses or self-control suddenly

Afterwards, Zell couldn't say exactly what provoked him. Seifer was just being a jerk and Zell just wanted to shut him up. He was sick of sitting there in the cafeteria day after day listening to Seifer put him down.

"Well," Seifer explained. "Chicken would have to know how to kiss and then he'd have to grow a pair--"

"Fuck you, arsehole!"

"Zell," Squall reprimanded softly.

"Now Chicken, there's no need to be embarrassed that you've never been kissed."

Swift as a gunshot Zell grabbed Seifer's lapels and planted one on him, hard and hungry, under the cafeteria's curious gaze.

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time noun the continuous passing and succession of minutes, days and years, etc.

He wasn't getting soft and he wasn't a 'changed man'. "Time heals all wounds," Quistis told him, as though the saying thought an unbridgeable gap and years of torment were 'wounds'. And besides time hadn't healed it. Time, specifically time with Ultimecia, had made it worse, a hundred times worse. After the War, back at Garden, for the first three months they were worse than ever, fist fights and name calling, teasing and tormenting. It wasn't until a violent shove had Zell pinned tightly between him and a wall that either of them even considered that anything could have changed.

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unctuous adjective insincerely and excessively charming

The girls swooned under the tragic force of his sighs. Squall believed in the regret of his silence. Irvine believed he was sorry. But for Zell every look, every spoken word reinforced his guilt. His sighs weren't tragic, his silence not regret and he wasn't sorry. He was playing them and they believed him because they wanted to so badly.

Later, racked with guilt they would tell Zell's Ma it was their fault. It was Zell who tried to forgive them but they each heard their failure in Zell's re-constructed kneecap and the jagged stump that remained of his tongue.

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virgin noun a person, especially a woman, who has never had sexual intercourse

He was gentle, he didn't tease or laugh, didn't try to make out he was doing him a favour. But he'd had plenty of girls, they liked him, liked the way he was so strong, liked his soft blond hair. He was just sorry he couldn't like them back as much, regretful he didn't want them the way they wanted him. But then some vodka intervened, delivering a drunk parcel to his lap. He swore he wouldn't take advantage, but he did.

Afterwards, sated and generous he admitted it was the best he'd ever had. Seifer laughed. "Yeah, me too."

-

weave verb to move to and fro; or wind in and out

He didn't tell them, it wasn't a dirty secret or anything, they just wouldn't understand. How could he explain after years of practice we've gotten quite good at it? That there's not one of you who manages the same kind of challenge? It was supposed to be a spar to show future students and their parents, with Squall injured Zell was the only one who'd go against Seifer. Initially the audience were concerned about the ferocity, about Seifer's dislocated shoulder and Zell's gashed stomach- and when the two of them fell apart laughing the parents weren't the only ones surprised.

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xerophyte noun a plant that is adapted to grow under conditions where water is very scarce and that often shows structural modifications, eg swollen stems or leaves reduced to spines

They were an odd couple, that was obvious, the client mentioned it as soon as they appeared- immaculate SeeD issue tuxedos, blond hair styled properly, weapons hidden, Zell's gloves in a pocket, Seifer's newly modified in the waist of his trousers.

"Nothing flashy," the client said, eyeing Zell's tattoo. "You can fight, I suppose?"

Zell opened his mouth but before the insult could escape Seifer surprised him by saying, "Of course, what Captain Dincht lacks in size he more than makes up for in skill." The gunblader smirked at a bodyguard who'd insulted him earlier. "Would you like a demonstration?"

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yet adverb up till now or then; by now or by that time

"Well," Seifer smirked at his outrage. "You're the only one left I haven't had." He straightened Zell's collar as the martial artist gaped in shock.

"You've had... Seriously?!"

Seifer nodded.

"No..."

"Yes." Seifer pressed him back against the wall. "Squall back... oh, a long time ago now, before the War. Quisty after she became Instructor, celebration, you know. Rin when we were--"

"Selphie?" Zell scoffed. "No way you--"

"That was more Irvine's idea."

"I don't believe you," Zell declared. "No way."

Seifer shrugged, peeling away. "Suit yourself. I admit I am curious but if you don't mind being left out..."

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zizz noun a nap; a sleep

Seifer was woken by his rescue party.

"Seifer! Seifer, where's Zell?"

The gunblader opened one eye seeing his supposed friends crowded into the freezing cavern.

"Is this..." Quistis began. "Both the sleeping bags?"

Seifer nodded, hunching his shoulders against the icy air seeping in.

"I don't believe you," Irvine shook his head.

"Where's Zell?" Squall demanded, his fingers clenched around Lionheart. "Did you leave him out there to freeze to death?"

The blond gunblader rolled his eyes and flipped down a corner of his bedding. Nestled against his chest lay Zell, wrapped in his trenchcoat. "Chicken?"

"Sleepin'," he complained, snuggling.