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Sep. 14th, 2015 | 04:03 pm
posted by: sani in seiferzell

Title: Knights in Black Leather
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,130
Summary: a really short piece I wrote in response to a prompt on tumblr, which involved Zell being stranded at a roadside rest stop and Seifer happening across him. bit silly and AU-ish.

“Fancy meeting you here, chicken-wuss.”

Zell bristled a little as someone came rolling toward him in the deserted parking lot on a bike, pulling off their helmet - someone unpleasantly familiar.  Of course - if anyone were going to come across him stranded and alone in the middle of fucking nowhere, it couldn’t be one of his friends, could it?  It had to be that jerk that Rinoa had dated a few years back.

“What are you doing out here all alone?” the guy asked, while Zell struggled to remember his name - right, Seifer, that was it.  “Oh, I get it,” Seifer went on, grinning, “too afraid to cross the road, right?”

The asshole had to make bad jokes, too.  “I’m waiting for the bus,” Zell grumbled, hitching his backpack up higher on his shoulders.

Seifer looked down the road.  “I think you missed it,” he said, like Zell didn’t obviously know that.

“I mean I’m waiting for the next one.”

“Gonna be waiting a long time.  It’s almost dark.”

That was true, but Zell wasn’t going to acknowledge it with a response.  He didn’t even know if there was a next bus - he certainly hadn’t figured the one he was on would just drive off without him; he’d only been inside the mini-mart for a couple of minutes.

“Want a ride?” Seifer asked, leaning forward over the handlebars.


“A ride.  Do you want one?  I’m going to Balamb.  Not going any further than that, though.”

“Why?” Zell asked suspiciously.  He had never pegged Seifer as a nice guy - not that they know each other all that well; their paths had only crossed a few times when he and Rinoa dated, years back.  But he’d certainly always seemed like an asshole.

“If we’re going in the same direction, I might as well,” Seifer said with a shrug.  Then he grinned.  “Plus, I’d feel like kind of a shithead if I just left a poor defenseless chickie like you here all by yourself.  Some creep might come along and try to take advantage of you.”

Zell considered punching the other man in the face real quick just to show him how poor and defenseless he was, but he stifled the impulse, and instead said, “some other creep besides you, you mean?”

“Suit yourself,” Seifer replied, and went to put his helmet back on, but Zell’s quick “wait!” made him pause.  

“Uhh… a ride’d be great.  If you’re serious,” Zell admitted, a little grudgingly, but not too much because, really, Seifer did just ride up like a knight in black leather to save him.  “I can pay you or whatever.  For gas.”

“Your short ass doesn’t even weigh enough to make a dent.  Just climb on,” Seifer said, handing the helmet to Zell as he awkwardly slid onto the back seat of the motorcycle.  He was already kind of regretting this; the prospect of spending the next couple of hours on the back of a bike clinging to Seifer was unappealing, to say the least.  He tried not to feel embarrassed about it as he put the helmet on and wrapped his arms around Seifer’s waist.

It wasn’t as bad as he thought, though, and by the time they pulled over at a rest stop about an hour outside of town, Zell was pretty much over his irritation at the whole stupid situation and disposed to be fairly grateful to Seifer.  “So what’re you going to Balamb for?” Zell asked conversationally.  “You’re not from here, right?”

“On holiday,” Seifer replied, chugging a soda and handing one to Zell, as well.  “I’m returning Rinoa’s bike.  Then taking the train back.”

“This is Rin’s bike?” Zell repeated, looking down.

“Did you think the decals were mine?”

Zell hadn’t really paid any attention to the big, pink, sparkly angel wings that adorned the front end of the black bike; his focus had been more on the other rider and the strange but quite nice feeling of Seifer’s hard abs under Zell’s hands.

“Come on, we’re almost there,” Seifer said, and Zell was less reluctant this time to climb back on the seat behind him.  “You can sit further up, you know.  You’re going to fly off the back end if you keep trying so hard not to touch me.”

The other man was smirking, and Zell grinned a little, too.  “Doesn’t make you uncomfortable?” he said, scooting forward, pressing against Seifer’s back.

“I can deal with it,” Seifer replied, but he was still smiling.  “Put your helmet on.”

It was late when they got into town, and Zell directed Seifer toward his place.  “Hey, thanks, Seifer,” he said as they came to a stop in front of Zell’s apartment building.  “Really… uh… I owe you one.”

“Don’t sweat it.”

“I kind of used to think you were an asshole.  Up until now, y’know.”

“You wouldn’t be wrong,” Seifer said, taking his helmet back from Zell as he dismounted.  He nodded up toward the building in front of them.  “That your place?”


“You got a roommate?”

“No, just me,” Zell replied, and smirked.  “Why, are you looking for one?”

“No.  Just wondering if you’re gonna invite me up, seeing as you do owe me one and I’ve got no place to stay for tonight.”

Zell couldn’t tell if the other man was joking or not - his tone was teasing, almost flirty, but his expression was serious.  Zell said, “I haven’t got a spare room or anything, but you’re welcome to the couch if you want it.”

“I’m fine with sharing the bed, chickie,” was Seifer’s reply, definitely flirting.  Zell bit back a smile.

“I’ve got a name, you know.”

“I know you do.  Zell,” Seifer muttered, quiet and deep, and Zell felt a shiver run through him.  “I like it.  Gonna really like screaming it later.”

“You had to take it there, huh?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure you were getting the hint,” the other man said, grinning now.  “Guess you’re not just a dumb blond after all, are you?”

Zell would like to make some kind of witty rejoinder about the fact that Seifer is just as blond as he is, but then Seifer was kissing him, hot breath and rough grasping hands pulling Zell forward and soft, stifled sounds that made his knees buckle.  When they finally parted, snarky comebacks were the last thing on Zell’s mind - and Seifer’s maddeningly smug expression said he knew it, too.

“So, is that a yes on the bed invite?  Or the couch, or… whatever.  I’m not picky,” he murmured, face still close to Zell’s, lips tantalizingly brushing.

“Well, I mean, you did give me a ride.  Seems only fair I should, uh… return the favor, right?”

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Comments {7}

jessica *<3

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from: skittles4zell
date: Sep. 15th, 2015 02:07 pm (UTC)

Eeeeee! I'm so glad I read this instead of actively paying attention in class today. *_*

This is brilliant. So snarky and cute and so them, even if it is one of your shorter pieces.

This: “Want a ride?” Seifer asked, leaning forward over the handlebars.


“A ride...."
is utterly brilliant. I don't know if it was intentional, but I couldn't help thinking Seifer could have said it as "Wanna ride?" as in asking if Zell wanted *to* ride, not asking if he wanted *a* ride. Maybe I'm fishing for innuendo. But then at the end when Zell is saying he'll return the favor, I just... *drool*

Love, love, love!

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sac de cigarettes

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from: sani
date: Sep. 16th, 2015 11:17 am (UTC)

heehee, thanks, I'm glad you like it :D

Seifer's choice of words was... yes, intentional. ;) hehe

I'm really into writing short stuff lately, I'm thinking it must be because all my chapter fics are going nowhere at the moment -.- I need to get cracking on those, though... uuurgh

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Oberin Hilexander

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from: gargoule
date: Sep. 17th, 2015 03:58 am (UTC)

Haaa oh gosh.

I seriously thought you were someone I was chatting with on tumblr about this b/c we were carrying on and on and they mentioned that they were talking to their roomie about it and yeaaaah.

I left a comment previously with "Flawless" which was the last thing they added to the post. I added the flaming elmo that they used too.

I just finished talking with them annnnd they aren't you! aahahaa awkward.

it's nice to see this fleshed out a bit more than the bouncing ideas we had!

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sac de cigarettes

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from: sani
date: Sep. 17th, 2015 11:24 am (UTC)

idk why this made me laugh so hard, possibly because it's way early and I'm tired - you mistook Zellie for me huh? (I'm going to have to think of the flaming elmo now every time when I think of you.)

yeah, that was the thread that shot this idea into my head - I get a lot of ideas from tumblr actually but I don't end up writing most of them. but this one kind of wrote itself. I rather like the way it turned out for something I wrote literally in... like a half hour.

glad you enjoyed it, though, and thanks for reading :D

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Oberin Hilexander

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from: gargoule
date: Sep. 17th, 2015 01:16 pm (UTC)

I can't say if it was mistook, or if I was trying to find out if they were you. They mentioned that they were bouncing the idea off their roommate before posting it, and I'm not sure when I started adding bits of random to it.
Looking now, I see the added ficlet to it in the notes!

There are a LOT of ideas from tumblr, holy bananas yes. Do I utilize them? Heck no. They just sit.

It's nice to see it fleshed out. :D

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from: lunael
date: Sep. 22nd, 2015 12:37 am (UTC)

Nice :)

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from: perkyandproud
date: Sep. 28th, 2015 06:22 am (UTC)

Heh :)

Nice little ficlet :)

Thank you for sharing!

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