[Fic][FFVIII] Four Seifer/Zell ficlets

[wallwalker]

#1: Training.
SFW. Seifer and Zell in the training center.

Seifer bothers you less in the Training Center than he does anywhere else. It's not because he isn't an irritating jerk, because he always is, but because the Training Center is one of the few places where he has to keep his mouth shut. Ever since Cid okayed the introduction of the T-Rexaurs into the facility, talking too loudly is a sure-fire way to end up on a stretcher between two Facility members, with a third one lecturing you about the importance of proper defensive Junctioning.

It's a good thing, because Seifer's in several of your classes, and you have to work with him sometime. So you always end up pushing for training rounds, and he never objects. Maybe he thinks it's funny, or maybe he doesn't want to do academic work with you either. You're pretty sure he'd just slow you down, anyway, and he'd probably feel stupid.

Truth is, you two fight pretty well together, as long as you've got something to focus on. He stands there smirking with his fancy gunblade, and he never backs down from anything. He's so flashy, too - it grabs everyone's attention, makes it easier for you to get behind the bad guys and hit them where it hurts.

...your marks for training probably wouldn't be as high if you weren't partnering with Seifer. But you're not going to tell anyone else that.

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#2: How Far
NSFW. Seifer has a fantasy. It involves Zell, desperation, and hot dogs.

How far would Zell go for a hot dog?

Seifer likes to imagine the answer. He imagines himself in the empty cafeteria, holding the very last hot dog in his hands as Zell comes in. Kid would probably try to play it off, but after a while he’d come back, start yelling at Seifer to give him the damn hot dog if he isn’t going to eat it, and Seifer would just ignore him and wait for the real fun to begin.

The fantasy goes differently every time he has it. At first Zell would just start begging for his beloved hot dog, and that was good, for a little while. Zell was so determined to be strong around him, and it was nice to think about him swallowing his pride for what he really wanted. Seifer wouldn’t give it to him right away, either. He’d make Zell say it nicer, softer, maybe make him get on his knees....

And that was when things started getting really interesting, because somehow the thought of Zell on his knees in front of him, forcing himself not to glare up so that he can get his hands on his beloved hot dog, made him want more, way more. Sometimes it was Zell’s hands, or his mouth. Sometimes he just wanted to fill the cafeteria with people, have them watching while Zell did whatever Seifer wanted just to get a taste, if Seifer was feeling generous. The best ones were the one where he told Zell that he had to enjoy it.

It's a nice fantasy, sure, but Seifer isn’t stupid; Zell would never be up for anything close to that, not for real. So he just sticks with his daydreams, and with making sure that Zell’s classes were never dismissed fast enough for Zell to get his hands on one. Being on the Disciplinary Committee has its perks.

#3: Bucket
Written for fic_on_demand a few years ago. Just a silly conversation.

"If I ever get my hands on those hot dogs," Zell said one afternoon, completely out of the blue, "I'll eat a whole bucket of 'em."

"That's stupid," Seifer answered, wondering idly why Zell had thought he'd give a damn.

"Why? I mean, everyone says they're awesome, like they're gourmet food or something. I just want to eat a bunch to make up for missin' them all that time, you know?"

Seifer smirked. "One, they're bad for your health. Two, who the hell puts hot dogs in a bucket?"

Zell rolled his eyes. "Geez, man. You know what I meant."

#4: Running Out of Time.
Another f_o_d post, written several years ago.

Zell stared at the note that had just popped up on his monitor.

You are running out of time.

Some people might've considered that a metaphysical message, something from beyond the veil. They might've nodded and smiled. Yes, of course. We're all running out of time, aren't we?

Zell just frowned and glared at Seifer. Then he went into the BGSystem prompt and typed a message of his own for Seifer's workstation. Dammit, go away! I know you're finished!

Seifer stands up and walks out of the classroom a few seconds later, and Zell can hear him chuckle as he walks by. He ignores it and concentrates on his monitor. Just a few more questions, and he'll be done with this exam... but he'd better hustle. The exam period was nearly over, and Seifer was right about one thing. He was running out of time.