Dedicated to Chicken… 50th reviewer of the longest road. Reason at the end.

Disclaimer. Zell and Seifer aren’t mine. Seifer’s outfit isn’t mine, but Zell’s jeans are. (How f***ed up does that sound?) The song ain’t mine either.

YAOI, fellatio and nightclubs… consider yourselves warned….  ;)

One More Addiction

To see Zell Dincht in battle was like watching a dance. That was the only way to describe the swift and beautiful movements he made before the kick or punch landed, a dance of death. And here, under the hot lights and in the smoke filled air of the club, he was even more beautiful than in battle.

I always thought that he was handsome, but here, in this sweltering room, watching him move out on the dance floor I realise I was wrong.

He isn’t just handsome.

He’s beautiful.

I have to wonder what bought him here. This tiny club in Dollet isn’t well known, and isn’t his style.

But then what do I know about him? To me he looks like he should be hanging out in one of those upmarket clubs, the ones that play dance music so loud and fast that you have no chance of speaking to anyone. Where even your own heart couldn’t keep up to the beat. He always seemed that type.

I never imagined him turning up at “pleasure and pain night”, an excuse to play hard rock, alternative stuff and everything else they can think of that doesn’t get played in your average club as loud as the human ear can stand, in a small club like this, especially in more leather than Leonhart normally wears, with his lips painted as black as the second skin leather jeans and the slashed leather look top. There is a studded collar around his neck and his eyes are edged in blue and black.

His eyes are closed as he dances, he doesn’t realise how everyone in the club is watching him move. Lost under the spellbinding sway of his hips and in the travel of his hair which isn’t gelled up into it’s gravity defying position. He’s up and down, spinning faster as the music reaches a crescendo. He throws his head back at the final strike of the symbols and wipes the sweat from his brow.

I lose sight of him in the crowd for a moment, then recognise his figure at the bar. Then he’s moving again, up through the crowd towards the DJ’s booth. And then he’s back down to the floor again, having made some sort of request, I guess.

This is my chance.

I pull down the silver mask across my eyes and hope he won’t recognise me as I cross the room. “Dance?” I call over the thrashing of the drums.

He looks at me, and I can only imagine what he sees, my hair is slightly longer than it was two years ago when they last saw me, and it’s unruly. Strange isn’t it? When I was at Garden I was a little bastard I was completely uncontrollable but my hair was always kept in order. Now I’m a law-abiding citizen with a terribly messy head of hair.

I’m only dressed in a pair of black PVC trousers, boots and a tee shirt that’s made from lace and looks like spiders web. (Well, it does compliment that small tattoo on my shoulder. NEVER get drunk with Fuu. You’ll only come back with ink in places you didn’t even know you had, I mean that spider on my shoulder is the smallest and you should see my others. On second thoughts you shouldn’t. They’re secrets. Of course if the right person wanted to see then, it’d be a different matter.)

Then there’s a silver mask covering the majority of my face, especially that scar on my forehead. I’m good at dancing, but then so is Squall. We learned to dance in battle, with a gunblade in our hands. And you learn to move fast when a weapon that could cleave you in half is flying towards you.

It’s only we who use our hands that can really dance, but Zell is the best one I’ve ever seen.

There’s a flash of pink as his tongue darts out and licks over his liquorice coloured lips.  “Sure!” He calls back.

Finally the song finishes, and there’s a moment of silence between this one and the next as we head out onto the floor. I glance up at the DJ and wonder what he’s requested… Korn? Linkin Park? Something more retro like GnR or Poizon?

Slowly, the faint sound of drumming fills the air, growing louder with each passing second and he moves in close to me, locking his fingers behind his head and swaying to the beat. I move in time with him, running my hands down to his hips and pulling him closer.

His eyes are closed again and I almost wish they were open so I could stare into those bright blue orbs, so I could see their beauty once more.

I am very surprised when a female voice starts singing.

First the good news
It's gonna feel very nice
Then the bad news
You gotta pay a heavy price
Rip tide. We slide we ride on a deep forbidden sea
Under we go - so slow
And you're hanging onto me
And I say

His hands suddenly move to the back of my neck and his head rolls back as his hips roll forward. I manage to catch him, but only just in time. I bend forwards, and his back is arched so sublimely that his head almost touches the floor and I want him right here and right now.

There’s the faintest mumbling as he sings along to the music.

He’s back up and I feel his hands all over my chest, seeking, exploring, teasing what he can…

Oh Oh one more addiction in my world
Oh one more connection to let go
Oh floating down the river
Out of sight forever (From my world)
It's the only thing I know how to do

I can’t help but wish he’d chosen another song. This is my addiction, right here in my arms. Zell Dincht.

What would he say if he knew who was behind this mask? Would he strike me? Summon that damned thunder god he is so fond of? Magic perhaps?

I reach up and stroke his cheek, his eyes dart open and he stares into my eyes. Suddenly, I become deaf to the cheers and whistles of the crowd around us. It’s just Zell, me and the music.

He pushes me lightly on the chest, pulling away from my arms and facing away from me, then he backs up, pushing his shoulders firmly against my chest, grabbing my hands and pulling them around his waist ad he bends so far that his hair brushes the floor.

We’re moving slower now, each movement more sensual than when the chorus hits us.

I reject you
But I can't follow through
I'd forget you
But you'd end up tappin' on my back door
Somehow I lost myself in a tunnel long and black
Somewhere. At the end, I pretend
There's a way of turning back

I’d forget you? Hmmm. In two years I couldn’t forget him, couldn’t rid myself of the memory of watching him train early in the morning, of feeling his fist strike my jaw at full force when I was trying to protect my sorceress…

I couldn’t forget what I felt for him.

There’s no denying it. I want him. I trail my tongue down his neck as we rock. More violent than a storm, more powerful than a Lion… I’d kill to keep this man in my arms.

Oh Oh one more addiction in my world
Oh one connection to let go
Oh floating down the river
Out of sight forever (From my world)
It's the only thing I know how to do

He’s the only one I can think of. My mind is lost in the motion of our bodies and he spins to face me again.

Even if I never see him again, even if he’s lost to me forever, even if he kills me I will never forget this night…

Then my world is shattered.

Zell kisses me.

Take a breath
Let it out
All the things you frown about are meaningless, unless you're doing this for real I guess
I meant to but
I don't know what
Is in the way and could I say
Its you I bet
I won't forget
Maybe I'm not ready yet

His tongue teases my lips open and slips inside to explore.

I am so shocked I don’t kiss back at first. But slowly I relax into it and kiss back.

Oh Oh one more addiction in my world
Oh one connection to let go
Oh floating down the river
Out of sight forever (From my world)
It's the only thing I know how to do

He nods to the back door of the club. Down here in the warehouse district, they sometimes have open-air club nights… other than that it’s used by smokers and their like. I nod and he winks and grins.

Oh Oh one more addiction in my world
Oh one connection to let go
Oh floating down the river
Out of sight forever (From my world)
It's the only thing I know how to do

It's the only thing I know how to do

It's the only thing I know how to do

It's the only thing

It's the only thing that I

It's the only thing

It's the only thing that I

It's the only thing that I know how to do

It's the only thing

It's the only thing that I know how to do

As I forget you

The air outside is cold, especially in this revealing top.

I shove him against the rough bricks of the wall, the faintest mumble of pleasure sounds from him at this semi-violent treatment. I stroke his face gently with my fingertips bending my head to kiss his lips once more.

He kisses back greedily, hands moving up into my hair. He tries to pull off my mask but I stop him pressing a finger to his lips to quiet his moan of protest.

He regards me with the most predatory of smiles I’ve ever seen and I shake my head. This pleasure will be all his. My hand slowly squeezes the hardness in his leather jeans and I wink at him from behind my mask.

I fall to my knees unbuttoning the fly quickly and easing the jeans down over his thighs and I am presented with the most wonderful of realities.

Zell Dincht doesn’t wear any underwear.

That has got to be hard in those leather jeans he was wearing…

I can’t help but smile.

I run my fingers down the hardness of his sex, touching it with the tip of my tongue softly tracing circles and swirls softly. Slowly I draw him into my mouth, little by little. Zell Dincht is never quiet, not even at this moment with the moans and growls coming from his exquisite throat.

He gasps, fingers tangle in my hair. I can hear his sounds and it only spurs me on. Sucking, taunting and ripping the orgasm from him.

With a shudder and a thrusting of his hips, he comes. His seed hits the back of my throat and I swallow quickly.

There’s a faint thump as he lets his head drop back against the wall, eyes closed but facing skywards. I stand and move away and he pulls up the jeans quickly. I shiver, having forgotten how cold it really is out here.

Before he gathers himself completely, I turn and begin to walk away from the club, trying my best to melt into the shadows. Before I have taken twenty steps, I hear his voice faintly on the wind, floating to my ears.

“See you again…, Seifer.”

I swing around.

But he’s gone.

Who knows if I’ll see him again? I’d be better off just forgetting him.

I can’t.

Because I love him.

Author’s notes.

Yeah, I know this has been done before…. But not by me so I thought I might as well have a go too. The song is One More Addiction by Natalie Imbruglia from the album Left Of The Middle. I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Reviews are welcomed and adored so please leave me one. I just like to know that my work is being read.

The email Chicken originally wrote was false so I awarded the prize fic to Genex, then chicken reviewed again and I was over come with guilt at the fact that I hadn’t had more patience and I wrote this one too.

Hope you enjoyed it chicken.

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