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 8
By Garden's Gnome
Zell watched forlornly as the screwdriver he wanted spun out of reach across the concrete floor, silently cursing himself for not finding it before he got his hands full of motorbike.
Looking at the casing that he’d just gotten back into place after an hour of fiddling with the innards of his bike, the spiky haired blonde wondered if he could chance holding it in place with his foot without tipping the bike over while he reached for the much needed tool.
Sighing deeply when he realised he wouldn‘t take the chance, Zell was about to let go when he heard footsteps stop behind him and the scrape of metal against the floor as the screwdriver was picked up and tapped lightly on his shoulder.
“Need this?” a familiar voice asked.
“Yes,” Zell said with a small groan, wondering how much time and teasing Seifer would enjoy before handing it over.
“Well here,” Seifer said, waving the tool in front of Zell’s blue eyes.
“Ah, thanks,” Zell said as he took the screwdriver and began securing the casing. “What brings you down here?” he asked the other blonde as Seifer moved to lean across from the other side of the bike, arms crossed over the seat as he watched Zell work.
“You actually,” Seifer said with a grin.
“Yup. You owe me and I‘ve come to collect.”
Zell suppressed a small shiver at those words, remembering the feel of Seifer’s hands on his back when the blonde had given him a neck massage a couple of days previous. It had been very nice, not intimate in any way but comforting and relaxing. So relaxing he’d fallen asleep during the massage, waking hours later to find a note to join the other man for dinner. They’d eaten all their meals together since.
“You said you would honour any voucher I brought to you,” Seifer said, regaining Zell’s attention with a light poke of a finger between his brows.
“Yeah,” Zell agreed.
“Well, here it is,” Seifer said, lowering a coloured page in front of blue eyes for the tattooed man to read.
Love Voucher: A Bike Ride.
“You promised,” Seifer reminded Zell in a sing-song voice.
“Find us two pushbikes and we’ll ride around Garden,” Zell said in a flat voice as he began to pack up his tools.
“You know that’s not what I want, Zell.”
“You have no choice.”
The two blondes faced off across the bike, blue glaring into green. Zell backed down first.
“Fine. We do this my way though,” he said as he started up the bike to test the work he’d just completed.
The bike started easily, rumbling quietly in the parking garage almost drowning out Seifer’s agreement. Zell watched the dials on the bike as he revved it, noting that Seifer had walked away towards the entrance and was making a phone call. Happy that the bike was running as it should, Zell shut it off, picked up his tool case and walked towards Seifer.
“Who did you call?” Zell asked as the other blonde snapped his phone closed and fell into step beside him.
“Just organising the Garden’s private car for the train.”
“What? Why?” Zell asked, confused.
“We’re going to Galbadia,” Seifer said with a grin.
“No way! You only asked for a ride. We’re not leaving the island,” Zell said loudly, drawing the attention of some of the students passing them by. “You agreed to do this my way,” he hissed quietly.
“Zell,” Seifer said as he grabbed the shorter man and made him stop. “Look, what’s the point of doing this ride on the island? You can’t open her up, can’t feel the wind in your face as you leave miles of road behind you in seconds. This is probably the only chance I’m going to have to be on that bike. Let me enjoy it.”
Zell looked up into the pleading green eyes and realised the was possibly the closest he’d even seen Seifer come to begging for something.
“Okay,” he said quietly. “But we will definitely be doing this my way.”
“Sure, Zell. Whatever you say,” Seifer said, green eyes now smiling down at his companion as they walked to the dorms.
Ten minutes later they were cruising towards Balamb, Seifer sitting behind Zell, holding on with just his long legs and a hand on the tattooed man’s hip.
Zell could feel the heat of that hand through his leathers.
Pulling up at his house, Zell shut the bike off. “We need to get you into some different clothes. They won’t do,” he said, waving a hand at the blonde’s coat, vest and lightweight pants.
“Thought I heard your bike,” Ma said as they walked into the house.
“Hiya Ma,” Zell greeted his mother, kissing her on the cheek. “This is Seifer,” he added, introducing his companion.
“Pleased to meet you,” Ma said, smiling up at the much taller blonde. “What brings you here?” she asked her son.
“Do you think Seifer’s the same size as dad?”
Ma Dincht frowned at Seifer, mentally comparing his size to that of her husband. “I don’t know, it’ll be a close fit.”
“Are they still in the trunk?” Zell asked as he walked up the stairs towards his old room, Seifer following after a moment.
“Yes. And make sure you put everything back where you found it,” Ma called after them.
“What is it we are looking for?” Seifer asked, thinking they would go to a clothing store for something suitable for him to wear.
“My adopted dad had a bike similar to mine. But he got rid of it a few years back. Couldn’t throw out his leathers though,” Zell told the blonde as he pulled a few things out of the large trunk kept in his old room, digging about until he found what he was looking for.
“Here,” he said, passing Seifer the jacket and pants. “Bathroom is through there,” he added, pointing to a door back down the hallway before turning back to return the other items to the trunk.
A few minutes later Seifer returned, dressed in his vest and the leather pants, carrying his coat and pants. Zell waved at an empty chair, indicating that Seifer should leave his clothes there.
“We’ll get them when we come back.”
“They do fit you well,” Ma said to Seifer as they came into the kitchen. “You can keep them if you like.”
Zell was watching Seifer when the shocked look came over the green-eyed blonde’s face. For a moment it didn’t look like he knew what to say.
“Thank you, Mrs Dincht.”
“Call me Ma. All Zell’s other friends do. You boys have fun,” she called out to them as they left the house.
“You okay, man?” Zell asked as Seifer looked off towards the sky, lost in his thoughts.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” the blonde replied vaguely as he pulled on the jacked and helmet. “Well?” he asked, turning around slowly so Zell could look.
Zell smiled at how well his dad’s old clothing fit Seifer. He swallowed hard when Seifer had his back turned though. The way the leather moulded itself to the taller blonde’s legs and hips was doing strange things to Zell’s body.
“Let’s go,” he ordered abruptly, starting up the bike and getting on.
Seifer climbed on behind him, pulling on the spare pair of gloves that Zell had found. Together they rode to the train station.
Arriving in Timber, the two men cruised out of town, Zell stopping the bike when Seifer rapped on his helmet to get his attention.
“Let me drive,” Seifer said as he got off the bike to stand next to Zell.
“No way,” Zell said, grip tightening on the handlebars.
“C’mon, Zell,” Seifer said, pulling off his helmet and running a hand through his hair. “I promise not to wreck your precious baby. I have ridden before,” he added when the tattooed man kept shaking his head.
“Are you too chicken?” he couldn’t help but ask.
Zell growled loudly at the word. “I should just leave you out here!”
“But you won’t,” Seifer said with a smile. “Besides, you have to fulfil the voucher.”
“Which only said a bike ride…not what you’re asking for,” Zell said with a frown as he looked into the distance.
“What am I asking for?” Seifer asked, suddenly very serious.
“For me to trust you,” Zell said, blue eyes looking up into green.
Seifer’s eyes widened in surprise before he smiled softly down at the tattooed blonde. Slowly he removed one of his gloves and gently stroked his fingers over Zell’s cheek.
“Is it so hard to trust me?” Seifer asked as he touched the warm skin.
“Yes…no…I,” Zell stuttered, distracted by the touch and looking anywhere but at Seifer until the blonde placed a finger under his chin and tilted his face up.
For a few moments the two men just stared at each other, until Zell ducked his head and scooted back on the seat, trying his best to hide the light blush that now stained his cheeks. Seifer’s smile became a grin as he climbed onto the bike and turned it back on.
“I’ll keep us safe, Zell,” Seifer told his companion as he grabbed the other blonde’s hands and wrapped them around his waist.
Zell held on tight, not having been a passenger for a long time. He could feel the vibrations of the bike change and smooth out as Seifer settled into the speed he wanted, leaving miles of road behind them as they raced along the asphalt surface. Keeping his head down to avoid the wind, he pressed his cheek to the warm leather spread across Seifer’s back, enjoying the lingering scent of his father on the coat, the steady sound of Seifer’s heartbeat and the green-eyed blonde’s laughter as they sped towards Dollet.
To be continued…