Are You Game?

Title: Foes With Benefits
Author/Artist: leonhart29
Beta: samuraiter
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Smut
Word count: 1,325
Prompt: Final Fantasy VIII, Seifer/Zell: first time
Summary: There are times when only a sparring match will do when winding down from a mission.
A/N: Well, here it is.

"I mean it, Blondie! Keep it up, and I'll knock your head right off your shoulders," Zell said as he danced around, swatting at invisible flies. He was through with the whole Seifer mess, and if the tall, blonde Adonis couldn't see that, then he'd make him see it. Ever since the orphanage, Seifer had been on his ass about one thing or another, always there with some stupid nickname that made his cheeks blush and his hackles rise, or he would tease Zell in such a way that anyone who didn't know Seifer would swear upon a stack of Hymns to Hyne that he had the hots for the spiky-haired fighter. Zell had thought the same thing a time or two, only to be disappointed when the exact opposite was true. He was finally tired of waiting on Seifer to make any kind of move other than beating the shit out of him once a month or so.

"I would love to see you try it, Chicken-Wuss," Seifer said as he lounged on one of the couches in the Seeds' private train car. He could use a good fight after what he'd just been through, and Zell was always good for a laugh or a good beating, whichever came first.

After the war, and after quite a bit of fast talking on his part, he had finally buckled down and passed the Seed exam only to be paired with Know-it-All Zell every damn chance the Ice Princess got. The last mission was supposed to have been an easy pick-up and delivery of some snot nosed brat. Only problem was, no one told them that the little girl they were delivering to her dear old Papa was not the 7-year-old in the picture that came with the file but a 17-year-old spitfire that was in need of a good spanking, not a couple of bodyguards.

Zell stopped cold and looked at the other man in a calculating way. Was it possible that he could finally beat the shit out of Seifer, or would this end up with another black eye to add to his collection? He shrugged and dropped into a fighting stance once more. "Okay, why not? Let's go, helmet head."

"Helmet head? Really? That's the best you can come up with, Fly Boy?" Seifer asked as he unfolded himself from the couch and stood up straight, the top of his head almost brushing the ceiling of the car. "You asked for it, Chickie, and you're gonna get it."

Seifer launched himself at Zell like a raging bull, shoulders down, chin tucked to his chest, and caught the smaller man in the solar plexus, throwing them both to the floor.

Zell was winded, but he could still move, and, to prove it, bucked his hips, trying like hell to throw Seifer off of him. After two or three attempts, he grew very still, his breath catching in his throat. He may have been a novice when it came to other people and sex, but he knew what an erection felt like. Hyne knew he had "investigated" his own often enough.

"Um, Seifer?" Zell said hesitantly as he tried to wiggle out from underneath Seifer without rubbing up against the evidence of just how much Seifer was enjoying this little play date. For his part, Seifer just laid there like a sack of wet laundry, neither moving nor taking any of his weight off of Zell. Truth be told, he didn't think he could move even a finger right at the moment without pain coursing through his groin area. Leave it up to his traitorous Lance of Love to let Zell know exactly what it thought of him.

"Just shut up for once, will you, Zell?" Seifer said as his face turned towards the stunned fighter and captured Zell's mouth in a searing kiss. Seifer was about to teach Zell a lesson and have a lot of fun in the process. If he was honest with himself, it was something he had wanted for a long time, and, judging by the way Zell was kissing him back, so had he.

Seifer's hands started to move on their own, traveling all over Zell's body, unsnapping and unbuttoning as he went before his hands finally came to a rest on Zell's bare chest. It was a rare moment of clarity for the Gunblade wielder that made him pull out of the kiss and ask, "You okay with this, Zell?"

"What do you think? I would've been okay with this a long time ago," Zell punctuated his statement with another kiss and rubbed his cock against Seifer's for good measure. The groan he got in answer was enough to make him smile and redouble his efforts.

Clothes flew everywhere as the two men tried to get as close as humanly possible to each other, the kiss never ending, just deepening to the point where both were in danger of actually blacking out from lack of oxygen.

Zell finally pulled away from Seifer and started tearing apart the compartment looking for something.

"What are you doing?" Seifer asked, slightly bemused as Zell's tight ass kept bobbing about, giving him a wonderful view.

"Looking for something that will make it so you don't rip my ass apart when you finally fuck me." Zell gave a soft "Aha!" and turned around with a huge smile on his face, a jar of lube in his hands.

"I'm not even gonna ask why there's lube stuck in a drawer on the train," Seifer grinned as he reached for the jar and twirled his finger to let Zell know he needed to turn around and bend over.

"You don't honestly think we're the only ones to do this, do you?" Zell asked as he kneeled on the couch, knees apart and hands braced on the back. "If you believe the gossip going around, our esteemed Commander and his tame gunslinger have been right where we are a time or two."

Seifer filed that little tidbit away for a later date and proceeded to slick up Zell's back side liberally, his fingers finally settling in for some stretching exercises. "I think... you've got... it good and ready... Seifer," Zell panted, his hips rocking with the movement of the train and Seifer's adept fingers.

"Like I said before, you asked for it, you're gonna get it," Seifer stated rather snarkily before sinking into his very willing partner up to the blonde curls that nestled around the base of his cock.

"Damn, but you're tight," he said as he started to move slowly, taking himself to the hilt and back again to the very tip before thrusting in again.

"Of course I am, that's virgin territory back there, ya know," Zell grunted. "And can you please start to move faster? You're going slower than my Granny tryin' to put on her support hose."

Seifer grinned and picked up the pace to the point where Zell's forehead was hitting the wall, setting up a knocking rhythm that one could actually dance to. "How's this, Chickie-Poo?"

"Oh Gods! Don't stop, whatever you do, Seifer, don't fucking stop!" Zell yelled as he ground on Seifer trying as hard as he could to take him deeper. The deeper he went, the more the head of Seifer's cock hit a sweet little spot Zell didn't even know he had, but, now that he did, all he wanted was more and more direct hits to the little button that made his spine arch and his nerve endings scream with pleasure.

"Shit!" both men said at the same time, both of them spilling their seed before collapsing onto the couch, panting with twin smiles on their faces.

"So," Seifer said with a slight grin, "when did you want to spar again?" He received an answering sleepy smile and half a snore. He'd take that as a "soon".