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FFVIII: Last
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Not just a one time thing. Timeline here.
Zell wriggled a little, getting into a position where Squall's bony elbow wasn't in his side, and then sighed contentedly. His sigh received a questioning murmur from Squall, and a little groan from Seifer that was more or less interested.
"We're... not just a one time thing, are we?" Zell asked, and then, thinking of all the evenings they'd spent watching movies and ending up in bed together, and provided with some brief images and a vague idea of how many times Squall and Seifer had fucked him altogether, quickly corrected himself, "I mean, we're going to last, right?"
Seifer said something that sounded like 'duh', though he'd maintain afterwards that he never said anything so childish, and turned over, wrapping an arm around Zell in a way that let his fingertips brush over Squall's hip as well.
Although Squall didn't say anything, they'd gotten good enough at reading him to know that the little shift closer and the faint smile in his eyes and lingering on his lips said that he agreed.
"Good," Zell breathed, moving closer to Squall and wrapping an arm around him, burying his face in his hair with a foolish little smile.
"I love you. Both of you, I mean."
Seifer and Zell blinked.
They'd never expected Squall to say it first, but there he was, blushing lightly and licking his lips, looking shy and unsure, as if he wasn't sure if he should've said that. They took it in turns to kiss him and echo the feeling, and then Zell turned to give Seifer an uncertain look.
"Chickenwuss," Seifer started, and oofed as he got an elbow in his gut.
"Okay, I get it, you don't love me," Zell said softly, sulkily.
"That's not it."
"Why do you always call me chickenwuss, then?"
"I don't."
"You do."
"I don -- Zell, damn it, I love you, as well."
"Oh."
"Yes oh."
"Just say you love each other and let me get some sleep," Squall said, grumpy, burying his face against Zell's back, pleasantly warm.
"I love you, Zell," Seifer said, quieter and gentler.
"I love you too," Zell said, softly and wonderingly, and they kissed for a minute before they settled down to sleep, as Squall had suggested.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Not just a one time thing. Timeline here.
Zell wriggled a little, getting into a position where Squall's bony elbow wasn't in his side, and then sighed contentedly. His sigh received a questioning murmur from Squall, and a little groan from Seifer that was more or less interested.
"We're... not just a one time thing, are we?" Zell asked, and then, thinking of all the evenings they'd spent watching movies and ending up in bed together, and provided with some brief images and a vague idea of how many times Squall and Seifer had fucked him altogether, quickly corrected himself, "I mean, we're going to last, right?"
Seifer said something that sounded like 'duh', though he'd maintain afterwards that he never said anything so childish, and turned over, wrapping an arm around Zell in a way that let his fingertips brush over Squall's hip as well.
Although Squall didn't say anything, they'd gotten good enough at reading him to know that the little shift closer and the faint smile in his eyes and lingering on his lips said that he agreed.
"Good," Zell breathed, moving closer to Squall and wrapping an arm around him, burying his face in his hair with a foolish little smile.
"I love you. Both of you, I mean."
Seifer and Zell blinked.
They'd never expected Squall to say it first, but there he was, blushing lightly and licking his lips, looking shy and unsure, as if he wasn't sure if he should've said that. They took it in turns to kiss him and echo the feeling, and then Zell turned to give Seifer an uncertain look.
"Chickenwuss," Seifer started, and oofed as he got an elbow in his gut.
"Okay, I get it, you don't love me," Zell said softly, sulkily.
"That's not it."
"Why do you always call me chickenwuss, then?"
"I don't."
"You do."
"I don -- Zell, damn it, I love you, as well."
"Oh."
"Yes oh."
"Just say you love each other and let me get some sleep," Squall said, grumpy, burying his face against Zell's back, pleasantly warm.
"I love you, Zell," Seifer said, quieter and gentler.
"I love you too," Zell said, softly and wonderingly, and they kissed for a minute before they settled down to sleep, as Squall had suggested.
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