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FFVIII: Truce
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Seifer and Zell resolve to not hate each other for Squall's sake. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ff_threesomes.
"This is for Squall," Seifer says, all serious, glaring at Zell like he actually considers him a threat. Zell isn't quite sure what to say, 'cause he knows Squall is crazy about Seifer -- by Leonhart standards, anyway, which means he fights him more often and blows him off slightly less. It may also have some kind of effect on the number of times Squall says 'whatever' to him, but as far as Zell's concerned that's not proven.
"I know," he says, rolling his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets and scuffing his shoe against the ground. "All for Squall."
"I don't even like you."
"Keep telling yourself that," Zell says, before he thinks, and then looks away quickly. It's true, he thinks. Seifer must like him more than he's letting on or he wouldn't agree to having a threesome.
"Shut up, Dincht," Seifer snaps, a hint of bite in his voice, and Zell grins. Touché. "You just make this one time count, because you're not coming back and sleeping with us again. Got it?"
"I know," he says, again, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.
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"Wasn't so bad."
The attempt at nonchalence falls flat because Seifer is panting and well fucked, his fists still loosely gripping handfuls of sheet. Squall and Zell share a look, but say nothing, the former leaning down and kissing Seifer into silence while the latter moves to lie down -- sure, now, of his welcome with them.
"You know you enjoyed it," Zell says, unable to resist once Squall gets done thoroughly kissing Seifer. "You know -- "
"Shut up, Dincht, or you won't be back again, and you certainly won't get a second round."
Squall laughs. Actually laughs, and makes both of them look up, startled. His expression is almost soft -- almost fond -- as he settles down, his head on Seifer's chest. "Shut up, both of you. You can fight in the morning."
He closes his eyes.
"Truce?" Zell asks, uncertainly, after a minute. Seifer still looks like he just got hit on the head and can't quite figure out where he is, what he's doing, and what it was that hit him.
"Okay," he says, after a minute.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Seifer and Zell resolve to not hate each other for Squall's sake. For
ff_threesomes."This is for Squall," Seifer says, all serious, glaring at Zell like he actually considers him a threat. Zell isn't quite sure what to say, 'cause he knows Squall is crazy about Seifer -- by Leonhart standards, anyway, which means he fights him more often and blows him off slightly less. It may also have some kind of effect on the number of times Squall says 'whatever' to him, but as far as Zell's concerned that's not proven.
"I know," he says, rolling his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets and scuffing his shoe against the ground. "All for Squall."
"I don't even like you."
"Keep telling yourself that," Zell says, before he thinks, and then looks away quickly. It's true, he thinks. Seifer must like him more than he's letting on or he wouldn't agree to having a threesome.
"Shut up, Dincht," Seifer snaps, a hint of bite in his voice, and Zell grins. Touché. "You just make this one time count, because you're not coming back and sleeping with us again. Got it?"
"I know," he says, again, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.
"Wasn't so bad."
The attempt at nonchalence falls flat because Seifer is panting and well fucked, his fists still loosely gripping handfuls of sheet. Squall and Zell share a look, but say nothing, the former leaning down and kissing Seifer into silence while the latter moves to lie down -- sure, now, of his welcome with them.
"You know you enjoyed it," Zell says, unable to resist once Squall gets done thoroughly kissing Seifer. "You know -- "
"Shut up, Dincht, or you won't be back again, and you certainly won't get a second round."
Squall laughs. Actually laughs, and makes both of them look up, startled. His expression is almost soft -- almost fond -- as he settles down, his head on Seifer's chest. "Shut up, both of you. You can fight in the morning."
He closes his eyes.
"Truce?" Zell asks, uncertainly, after a minute. Seifer still looks like he just got hit on the head and can't quite figure out where he is, what he's doing, and what it was that hit him.
"Okay," he says, after a minute.
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It may also have some kind of effect on the number of times Squall says 'whatever' to him, but as far as Zell's concerned that's not proven.
Win!
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