Disclaimer: All the Final Fantasy characters in this series of ficlets and/or short stories belong to those talented people at Square/Enix or whatever they are called now.
This is a series of Valentine's Day fics. Not all of them will contain smut, but they all are from the FF8 fandom, and the main pairing is, of course, Irvine and Squall. This will also be generally silly, have sappy moments and will hopefully be fun for you to read and fun for me to write. Enjoy.
This is YAOI - boys with boys, caring, desiring, kissing, hugging, groping…um, yeah…but that’s why you’re reading this, yes?
Book of Love: Voucher 5
By Garden's Gnome
As soon as the door had slid shut behind the last student, Zell sank down and sprawled out on the mat underneath him. While he enjoyed teaching the hand-to-hand combat classes, the basics class always seemed to be harder on his body than teaching the advanced one. The raw and untrained students didn’t know how to pull their punches and were always asking too many questions instead of listening to how their bodies felt as they moved through the aggressive and defensive battle actions. The class that had just left was currently learning the defensive stances, always the first thing that Zell taught. Two of the male students had thought it would be great to show off to their classmates and try an aggressive move that Zell had just shown them the blocking technique for at full speed instead of the one-quarter speed Zell advised them to use.
One student had twisted his ankle while his companion had received bruised ribs. Zell had strained a neck muscle trying to avoid the wild leg swing he had seen out of the corner of his eye as he walked amongst the students.
Groaning when the door slid open, the blonde martial artist slowly sat up, grimacing as his muscles protested.
“Here’s something I don’t see very often - the chickenwuss flat on the mat. Where‘s the guy who knocked you down? I want to shake his hand.”
“I though I asked you not to call me that, Seifer,” the tattooed blonde said as the taller man approached.
“Old habits die hard,” Seifer said, reaching out to give Zell a hand up. “Saw your students in the infirmary. First lesson?”
“No, third,” Zell said as he grabbed his uniform jacket and carefully slipped it on. “There’s always one that just has to try and show off.”
“You look in pain, Zell,” the green-eyed blonde said with concern, noting the way his companion gingerly pulled the jacket on.
“A bit…almost got a heel to the back of my head. Pulled something getting out of the way.”
“C’mon then, a hot shower and a rub down will help that,” Seifer said as he led the way out of the classroom and towards the elevator.
“You offering?” Zell asked, surprised.
Together they caught the elevator to the main floor, immediately heading towards the dorms. Zell cast a curious glance at the other blonde, silently wondering if this was the real Seifer or if he had in fact got hit in the head and was lying in the infirmary dreaming.
After the last sorceress war, Squall had gone searching for Seifer and his posse, saying that they had really done nothing wrong, that they had simply been pawns that were abused by someone else‘s power. They had found Seifer, along with Raijin and Fuujin in Dollet and had taken them back to Garden where Seifer underwent another SeeD test and finally passed. Rai and Fuu had passed their tests as well, Raijin working with Seifer to teach weapon combat classes and Fuujin helping in the infirmary with Dr. K.
Seifer was a lot more relaxed than he had been before the war. He now smiled more easily and his laughter was real and not a vicious attack on another. Zell was pleased by the changes in the man that had long tormented him. It was hard on the mind to have a crush on someone you generally hated.
Reaching the door to Zell’s dorm, Seifer ushered the shorter blonde into the room before heading back to the door.
“Have a shower and then lay down on the bed and relax,” Seifer commanded. “And don’t lock me out,” he added with a quick grin before the door closed behind him.
Zell sighed and went to have his shower, making it quick as he doubted Seifer would be gone for long. Once clean, the tattooed blonde dressed in a loose pair of shorts and fell onto his bed, sighing in contentment as he sank into his pillow. Behind him the door opened and closed and he dragged his eyes open as he heard Seifer place something on his bedside table.
“Massage oil?” he asked as he read the label.
“Yeah, well you did ask for one,” Seifer said as he shrugged out of his coat and draped it over a nearby chair.
“I did? When?” Zell asked.
“You sent me a note,” Seifer said as eh picked up the bottle and tipped some of the liquid onto his hands, rubbing them together to warm the oil. “You did send the note?” he asked, pausing in his oil warming.
“Not that I recall,” Zell said, frowning in thought. “Do you have the note?”
“It’s in the back pocket of my pants,” Seifer said, turning around so that the other blonde could pull the note out.
Zell quickly reached into the pocket and pulled the note out, trying not to blush too much when he couldn’t help but admire Seifer’s muscled butt when it was so close to his face. Opening the brightly coloured paper, Zell scanned the words printed and written there.
Love Voucher: A Neck Massage.Anytime you’re free, I’d love one from you Seifer, from Zell.
Reading the writing, Zell paled and blushed at the same time. “Ah…I didn’t send you this,” he told the other blonde.
“You didn’t? Where did it come from then?” Seifer asked.
“I don’t know. Do you recognise the writing?“
“It’s not Squall’s. I’ve seen him sign enough forms to know it definitely wasn’t him. Quistis wouldn’t think of doing something like this. Irvine might…Selphie’s a possibility too.“
“I’m sorry you went to all this trouble, Seifer,” Zell said, words a little muffled as he spoke them into the pillow.
“No trouble, Zell,” Seifer said as he placed his warmed hands on the tattooed blonde’s shoulders and began to spread the oil around in small circles.
“You’re not angry?” Zell asked in surprise, half rising up off the bed until a firm hand to his back pushed him back down. “You know you don’t have to do this…I don’t get you,” he admitted.
“That’s fine, chickie,” Seifer said with a chuckle as he felt muscles tense and then relax under his hands. “I don’t get you either.”
“I’m going to owe you a favour, aren’t I?” Zell asked with a small sigh, part dread at owing the green-eyed blonde something and half in relief at the magic Seifer’s hand were working on his sore muscles.
“Well…I do have another of those voucher thingies. Will you honour it?” Seifer asked, smoothing his hands up and down Zell’s back.
“Okay,” Zell agreed sleepily. “Nothing dangerous or kinky though,” he added hastily.
“Sure, nothing like that at all,” Seifer said, thankful that Zell couldn’t see his small pout at hearing that nothing kinky was allowed. “Stop tensing up like that. I’m going to have to start again,” Seifer jokingly grouched.
“You’re very good at this,” Zell said, voice sounding as if he was on the edge of sleep.
Seifer smirked as Zell’s breathing evened out and the tattooed blonde fell asleep right while gunblader was working on the tight muscles of his lower back. The smirk turned into to gentle smile when Seifer heard his name whispered by Zell followed by the blonde burrowing further into his pillow. For a long time after Seifer finished the massage, the tall blonde lightly stroked his fingers over the tanned flesh, enjoying its silky texture and the light scent of the oil he had used.
Picking up the coloured piece of paper that had been dropped onto the bed, Seifer scribbled a note saying to meet him for dinner when Zell woke up. Setting the paper on the pillow next to the martial artist, Seifer briefly stroked a finger over the dark tattoo that stained his skin, thinking of what could be. Carefully pulling a light covering over his friend, Seifer turned the light off and quietly closed the door behind him.
To be continued…