A Lack Of Restraint.

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Sucker ^_^

Disclaimer: the characters and places here do not belong to me. The idea is XIneko’s. Infact, I don’t own nothing here. Um…… why am I here again? Oh yeah. To write

By the way Babes n Bishies. This contains YAOI. And Lollipops. And nekkid chickenwusses (Zell: What have I told you about that name?) But my boys like boys, so, flame if you want I really don’t care. If this squicks you I ain’t paying for your psychiatrist, so read a squinoa. YAOImongers, read on!

Lack of Restraint

He stood leaning against a grey marble column that rose into the high vaulted ceiling, his slender fingers nervously clutching the delicate glass.  Sipping at his champagne, he discovered to his disgust that it was lukewarm and flat already.  His gaze was drawn up to the glass ceiling that revealed a breathtaking view of the dark heavens, the black velvet of the night sky peppered with shimmering diamonds, brighter than those residing in Shiva’s icy eyes.  A flash of light signalled a piece of debris breaching the planet’s atmosphere and falling as it was slowly burned to nothing but ashes.  In his younger, more romantic days, he might have believed there was some higher purport to that shooting star; perhaps to bring two young lovers together?

Those days were long gone; he hadn’t believed in love in a lifetime: his son’s lifetime, to be exact.  Of course he’d desired contact, even felt for one or two of the people that had passed his way; none of it had ever lasted or fully satisfied him.

“Good evening Mr President,” a voice startled him from his quiet contemplation. He looked down at the petite blonde youth that had been with Squall, as they set off into time compression to defeat the horror from the future.

“Call me Laguna, please,” the older man nodded, trying to recall the name of the tattooed young man with the vicious gloves.  The president held out a hand, “You must forgive me; I’m terrible with names…”

“Zell Dincht, sir,” he replied as he rubbed the palm of his shorts and took the offered hand. “You look bored, Laguna. Thought a guy like you would be used to all this shit by now.”

“Not really, Zell,” Laguna gave a sheepish grin, “I was always more at home with the rest of the grunts: soldier at heart and all that.”

Zell grinned again, small canine fangs peeking out against the pale rose flesh of his lips, “Has anyone shown you around Garden?”  Laguna’s dark mane of hair rippled in the gentle breeze that blew through the room from the open balcony doors; he shook his head in response.  “Would you like a tour?”

“I was hoping to talk to Squall…do you know where he is?”

The small blonde shrugged, a faint pout settling on his face and making his features seem even more youthful.  “I think Cid’s chewing his ear off. He’ll be there for hours…come on, don’t you wanna see the place?”

“I must admit, I did wonder what was in here that made you SeeD so…”

“Annoying?” Zell replied, his sapphire blue eyes sparkling with mirth. 

Laguna smiled, “Actually, the word I was thinking of is resilient,” he winked, “but annoying will do.”  The chocolate-haired gentleman followed his young guide out of the elegant ballroom.

“What did you want to talk to the commander about?” Zell asked absently, escorting the president from the second floor classrooms and toward the elevator.

“Something I will only discuss with him.”

Zell winced at Laguna’s sharp tone and held up his hands in mock-surrender, “I didn’t mean to hit a nerve there, sir - just curious, is all.”

“Sorry,” Laguna shrugged, “just…tired, I guess.”

“Don’t worry about it; happens to us all…Squall more than most.”  The elevator doors opened with a ‘ping’ as they approached.  Zell leaned against the wall on the opposite side of Laguna, his tattooed cheek smoothing against the cool metal of the wall.  As the soft lights played over his features Laguna realised just how young the blonde was, beneath the reaching fingers of spidery black ink that lay on his skin, perpetual refutation to his unerringly innocent expression.

“When did you graduate into SeeD, Zell?” he asked curiously.

“Right before the whole Ultimecia thing started,” he replied, stretching as he turned to the older man.  “Four of us managed it, including Squall and Selphie.”

“Selphie?” Laguna scratched his head in confusion.

“Your little fan girl. The one who obsessively calls you ‘Sir Laguna’.”

“Ah…the bouncy one,” Laguna remembered the small girl in the bright yellow dress that had dragged him for a dance, “a bit…energetic.”

Zell laughed aloud, “Yeah, that’s her. Although most people can think of a few more choice words about her.”  The lift came to a halt, its doors sliding open with barely a whisper.

Just as when he’d first entered the building, Laguna found himself astounded by how peaceful the building was, how the architecture flowed; it didn’t seem right for a military institute.  The soothing liquid music of running water filled the vast expanse of the garden’s main hub; now that it was only the two of them there; the President found himself amazed how much space there really was.  Zell turned to the left as they exited the lift, waving to the first door as they passed, reporting that it was the library.

“Usually,” he explained, rubbing at the back of his hair, “it’s open until lights out; but tonight, everyone’s at the reception.”

At the second corridor, Zell turned sharply bridging a walkway to an inner portal and disappeared through it, leaving Laguna to play catch-up.

The lighting in this passageway was harsher than that of the main hub; Laguna joined the blond SeeD as Zell paused at the next door, tightening his gloves.

“This is our training centre; I’d like to show you the view from the balcony out back.  There’s some pretty big monsters, though, so if you don’t wanna...”

“Got any spare gloves?” Laguna asked, before Zell could finish his sentence.  He nodded and disappeared towards the main hub.  He returned within a few minutes bearing mid-level gloves.

The stifling heat of the enclosure hit Laguna as soon as Zell opened the door; a vast area, much like the sparser of the primeval forests beyond Esthar, stretched out before him; he realised the more he knew about Garden, the more he understood just why these young ones had been able to do so much.

A rustling caught him off-guard and he turned to see what had caused the noise. He was alarmed to find a group of Grats advancing to them.

“I hope you can use those gloves, Laguna!” his escort called, diving at the first plant to advance, and administering near-fatal damage with a single punch combination.

Repeating his usual inner mantra of ‘don’t screw up, don’t screw up’, Laguna finished off the monster Zell had weakened with a hard right hook.

“Not too shabby, Laguna,” the blonde nodded approvingly, “just needs a little tuning up…”

“You don’t go through Galbadian military training without learning a thing or two about brawling, Zell,” he called over the crackle of a grouped Firaga spell aimed at the remaining Grats, laughing, “…especially bar fights.”

They managed to dispatch the remainder of the monsters without too much trouble and encountered no more monsters as Zell led him around a large fern and out onto a balcony.   The lights the fishing village of Balamb sparkled in the distance, a full moon hanging low over the near-silent black waves that stretched out for eternity in its pallid glow.  The quiet hum of the anti-grav ring that kept the garden suspended on the surface of the water was almost beyond the pitch of his hearing, the only sound save for the waves and their breathing.

“Wow…” he heard himself say without actually realising he’d spoken.

“Yeah. It’s what I think every time I walk out here…” The small blond gazed out onto the glossy dark waters that moved beneath them, a small smile illuminating his delicate features.  With a contented sigh, Zell spun on the spot and said, “Shall we continue with the tour?”

Laguna nodded, looking up; he happened to catch a glimpse of Squall and Rinoa hugging on the balcony above.  They broke apart and Squall walked away, leaving Rinoa quietly sobbing alone.  Nonplussed, Laguna followed Zell back in.

“This place is off limits to anyone under the age of eleven, unless they have a partner. There are some monsters in here considerably more dangerous than Grats.”

“You gotta be kidding me - like what?”

Almost on cue, a loud roar cut through the air and Laguna paled.

“Like that.”

The T-Rexaur rumbled and crashed through the foliage as Laguna bit back a scream.  Zell was already summoning and the president felt a strange clawing at the centre of his being as he was pulled into the unreality of a Guardian Force attack.  He hadn’t experienced such a feeling since he’d had Squall Leonhart riding ‘shotgun’ in his mind, and that had been - what? - eighteen, nineteen years previous?

The sea dragon he recognized as Leviathan appeared, accompanied by a crashing wall of water at the monster, knocking Laguna’s breath away.

The T-Rexaur shook itself then lumbered towards Laguna, it’s jaws wide, its fangs dripping with saliva, its rancid breath making the dark-haired man gag.  He heard Zell cry out his name, but could do nothing about it; he was frozen to the spot.

Then he was sent sprawling to the ground, as Zell crashed into him, dealing the prehistoric beast a swift upper cut to it’s lower jaw.  The cracking of splintered bone was audible over the monster’s outraged roar of pain.

Zell’s primordial opponent swung his head downwards, jagged teeth raking across his shoulder and down into his chest, through the thick protective material of his clothing.

“Bastard!” the blonde seethed and a faint golden light leached over his skin as he reached his Limit Break.

Zell struck at the demonic monster over and over, his gloves pummelling and breaking its skin as the blood poured out over his arms and splattered against his jacket.

Finally it fell; he slumped to his knees, chest heaving.

Laguna ran to his aid, helping Zell back to his feet. “Didn’t think you’d freeze on me Laguna.”

“Sorry, I’ve never fought anything that…big…before.”

“Don’t worry about it; happens to everyone, first time they see something like that.”  Zell uncapped a vial of High Potion from his pocket and swallowed it.

“Is there an infirmary around here?”

“Closed at night,” Zell shrugged, wincing at the pain in his shoulder.  “I’ll clean it up myself and use a Curaga to finish healing it.  Come on!  You have to see the rest of Garden!” 

Laguna stared at the teenager in disbelief.  “It’s really not that bad; I can sort it out as soon as we get to the dorms, and we can head straight back up to the party.”

Back in the main area of Garden, Zell waved to the next arm of the hub.  “That’s where our vehicles are kept, when they’re not being used to ferry SeeDs or dignitaries, or out on missions. Just a Parking Garage, not much to see, so…” 

He led on through the next passage, past the corridor and into the maze of halls that bounded the dorm rooms.  “Graduates are housed in this side…” he said, turning to the left, “students are in shared quarters on the other side of the section.  All SeeD rooms are singles, with kitchen, bathroom and a bedroom as well as the main living area.” 

Zell stopped at a door, “This one’s mine; next door is Squall’s. The SeeD section has no real divisions: Quistis is housed just down the corridor and Selphie’s is right behind you.”  He flashed Laguna a brief fanged smirk, “It’s not as strictly regulated as the undergraduate dorms.”  As the door opened, Zell slipped inside and Laguna followed obediently at his call.

The room was not what Laguna had expected: something Spartan, perhaps with only one or two personal touches, not the comfortable, homey space that stretched out before him.  A small functional kitchen nestled in the corner, and a television and VCR sat beside a pile of videotapes; a thick rug ran from it to the loose covered berry red sofa.  A coloured glass bowl of sweets sat on the arm of a matching armchair.  The walls were still that slightly-off white that all military facilities bought in job lots to inflict on the enlisted; it looked like he hadn’t gotten around to decorating yet.  With the whole Ultimicia thing, the blonde mustn’t have spent very long in the rooms.

Suddenly Laguna felt Zell tugging at the hem of his shirt; reflexively, he batted him away.

“You’ve got blood on your shirt, I was only going to throw it in with my stuff in the morning. You can wear one of mine.”

Laguna looked down at his shirt; indeed, he did have a dark stain of blood where Zell had leaned against him. “Oh! Sorry…” he said pulling the clothing over his head and handing it to the SeeD “…why does the infirmary close at night if the training centre’s still open?” The President of Esthar’s physique was still fine, and the blond eyed him appreciatively.

“Laguna,” Zell smiled, “you just asked the same question I’ve been asking for the last four years.”  He slipped off his jacket and folded it into a neat bundle, doing the same with Laguna’s shirt, “The faculty say it’s lack of staff; Selphie reckons it’s a conspiracy to weed out the less qualified cadets, and Squall says: ‘they know we can look after ourselves in an emergency’.  Fujin lost her eye because she had to wait for it to open; damn near bled to death as well.”  He turned to enter what Laguna guessed was the bathroom and called: “I’ll only be a second hold on okay? Make yourself comfortable.”

“Sure.”

The dark-haired president dropped into the armchair, catching the bowl before it toppled.  “Help yourself!” Zell chuckled, popping back out to grab a towel.

A loud rush of water signalled that Zell was under the shower.  Feeling a little silly Laguna picked the first treat he came to, unwrapping a strawberry lollipop; he placed the bowl carefully on a low table alongside the comfortable chair.  “I feel like a child doing this.”

Zell darted from the shower, scrubbing his dripping hair with the towel, nothing else to cover his small tight body; Laguna almost choked on the lollipop at the sight of the young man.  The blonde turned, flashing a wicked grin as he slipped into the bedroom.

Examining himself in a full-length mirror, Zell tended the gashes on his shoulder, door left wide open; in its reflection, Laguna was offered a full view of the golden boy who had put himself in danger to save him.  The hi-potion had only stemmed the flow of blood and cleaning the gash in the shower had reopened the wound; fresh crimson liquid trickled down.  The blonde shimmered in the green glow of a Curaga spell as he cast, and the skin seemed to knit together of its own accord.

The young man stretched and Laguna watched astounded at the ripple of muscle across his shoulders, the fine lines of his back descending to a tight rounded ass and curving into strong tapering thighs and well-built legs.  Zell reached up to style his spiky forelock, smiling as Laguna shifted uncomfortably in the chair.

When he was thoroughly satisfied with his hair he turned back to the president.  Laguna crossed his legs restively, suddenly too aware of the growing hardness between his thighs as he tried to look anywhere except at Zell’s stunning body.  The blonde moved back towards him and leaning down, took Laguna’s dog tags into his fingers. “You still wear these? How come?”

“I… I always have. Old habit.” Laguna murmured around the lollipop, trying to disguise the crack his voice suddenly developed upon having this naked young god so close.

“I wonder what these have seen…” Zell mused, chewing softly on his lower lip before lifting his eyes to Laguna’s mouth.  “Enjoying that?”  The brunette’s eyes widened as Zell lightly brushed his fingertips over the knee of his pants. “Can I have a lick?”

Laguna choked.

Zell laughed and waited for him to get his breath back, “Please?”

The dark-haired man nodded and offered the lollipop to the lissom blond.  Zell smiled and perched lightly on Laguna’s legs, his own knees on each side.  He touched his tongue to the sticky red sweet and licked slowly, keeping his eyes open and locked with Laguna’s.  Spellbound by the young man, he barely noticed as Zell’s right hand played lightly over his bare chest teasing at the dog tags and skin.

He did, however, notice when Zell’s hand stole lower and slowly stroked his sex through the thick fabric of his pants. Laguna’s breath caught in his throat.

“Hmm…” Zell grinned, “I love strawberry,” and he kissed Laguna.  Slowly, and cautiously at first, he waited for the kiss to be returned before venturing further, easing his tongue across the brunette’s lips, still tasting the sweetness on him.

Laguna dropped the lollipop.

He could scarcely believe that Zell was kissing him, and his response was curious, wondering what would happen next.  Zell teased his lips open and Laguna felt the blonde’s tongue invade his mouth and explore his own.  “Zell,” he murmured, reaching up and touching the former wound site cautiously, feeling the blond wince at the touch.  Zell broke away for a second, gazing into Laguna’s deep jade eyes.

“What is it?”

“I’m so…”

Zell kissed away his words, “I always had a thing for brunettes.”

“But….” Zell squeezed the hardness between Laguna’s thighs.

“You don’t want me?”

“I want you alright but…”

“Then shut up and enjoy it,” his fingers moved to the waistband of Laguna’s pants and tugged the buttons open; “Sir,” he added as almost an after thought.  Laguna moved his hand against Zell’s naked arousal, teasing it with butterfly light touches, moving from base to tip and feeling it stiffen under the attention of his fingers.  The blond slipped his hand inside the material of his pants and continued to stroke him, fingers tightening around his shaft.

He kissed Laguna again as he eased the pants down slowly, motioning for him to lean up a little. Laguna did, and Zell shifted, pushing the clothing completely out of the way sitting back square on his lap.  Their erections touched, sending a shiver of desire through each of them, leaving them both just a little breathless.

As the blonde’s fingers encircled him again, Laguna ran one finger down over the smooth rise of his bottom and touching tight entrance to his body, stroking the curve of one cheek with his other hand.   He watched, enraptured, as Zell’s cerulean eyes flickered closed as he rocked his small, muscular body back against the slight pressure, begging in silent tones for more.

The young man slid from Laguna’s lap with a quick, teasing kiss and darted into the bedroom long enough to pick up a small bottle of lubricant before returning to the brunette on the armchair.  “Please, Laguna,” he whispered breathlessly as he moved to press against the hardness of the older man.

Laguna nodded, pushing two slick fingers into the tight passage at once; Zell bit his lip hard enough to bruise, stemming the cry that threatened to rush from his body.  As he moved in and out, Laguna brushed against the spot that made him see stars and Zell ground back against his hand, pressing his lips to Laguna’s in a deep kiss, rolling his hips as his breath caught at the feel of Laguna inside him.

He moaned in vague annoyance as the fingers were pulled away but felt the hard brush of Laguna’s slick sex at his entrance and his protestations were silenced. He pushed himself back onto it, the older man’s hand on his hip guiding him as he slowly slid onto the invasion.  The sensation of being filled so completely made Zell’s whole body tremble; he rocked back firmly onto the length as Laguna thrust upwards burying himself to the hilt.

The brunette paused to allow Zell the time needed to get used to the sensation, but the younger man continued to move up and down along his length.  Zell’s lips met Laguna’s again as he began to rise and force himself back down upon the invasion, murmuring softly with each stroke.

As Zell lowered himself, Laguna thrust upwards, their movements in perfect sync.

The dark haired one’s fingers tightened around Zell’s sex, dancing along it, urging him towards the blossoming fire of ecstasy.  Zell’s movements became more sporadic, arching his back a little further every time Laguna was buried completely inside him as he neared his peak. Then finally, he tightened around Laguna as he came with a faint cry, spilling hot over the fingers that held him, throwing his head back and tightening his fingers sharply enough on the brunette’s shoulders to leave bruises on that beautifully pale skin.

The elder man’s hands smoothed across Zell’s hips, his nails faintly biting into the flesh. His body snapped up as he came, nearly upsetting the chair and making Zell cry out once more.

They collapsed back down, Zell leaning his head against Laguna’s shoulder, breathing in the sweet scent of the shampoo that the brunette used, and Laguna’s fingers fluttered over the half moons of the nail marks, softly cooing his apologies.

After a few moments Zell sat up and regarded him with a strange smile. “You think they’re wondering where we are yet?”

“I think we should be getting back.” Laguna grinned.

A third voice piped up: “Don’t worry about them. They haven’t even noticed you’ve gone.”

Zell glanced up. “Oh hi Squall.”

“Squall?” Laguna glanced over his shoulder and almost fainted. The leather clad brunette nodded to Laguna from his position, leaning against the door with his arms folded across his chest and one knee drawn up, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to find the president of Esthar fucking a teenage SeeD. He walked to the chair they were sitting on with his usual air of nonchalance, and the faintest almost smile on his lips.

Zell leant over and kissed Squall full on the lips, his hand moving out to catch Squall’s. “Hey baby.”

“We won’t arrive back at Balamb for another twelve hours Sir.” Squall said as he tightened his gloved fingers possessively around Zell’s. “What do you plan on doing until then?”

Laguna’s mouth opened but he couldn’t find the words, aghast at his own lack of restraint.

Zell licked his lips thoughtfully, glancing up at the faint curve of a smile on Squall’s lips. “I have an idea.”

(To be continued when my twisted mind permits, perhaps.)

A/N

Written waaaaaaay back for Xi. Awesome artist she, posted a picky of Zelly, licking a lolly on Laguna’s lap. Hence, ficcage.

Mucho gratitude to Xi for helping and betaing.

Slight problems on the fic front. I lost everything due to a windows crash so I’m kinda behind. Way behind. However, if you guys gimme some nice reviews, maybe it’ll spur me into writing a lot more this week, ne?

Yes I am a review slut. *winks* now press my buttons baby!

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