Disclaimer: Don't own FFVIII or any of its characters. This, sadly, is only a figment of my demented imagination.

Sticky Sweet, When Twisted Dreams Come True

Prologue: A hot dog story

Summary and Warning: Every one knows Zell is basically obsessed with hot dogs and no one really knows Seifer's "innocent" hobby of watching him. Throw in a little Squall and things can get odd. Yaoi. Don't waste my time with stupid flames.

Seifer's p.o.v

Is it wrong to love the way the object of my lust and many wet dreams curls his lips around one of those... things he eats? Does that make Seifer Almasy a giant perv. Well, I already am so that's shot. Should it be the sin of God if my pants get a little tighter when he devourers one of those hot dogs whole?

Dammit.

Well, fuck. I just want to let those lips wrap around something else if ya know what I mean. Stupid chicken wuss and his stupid...hotness. Goddamn, you'd never hear that outta my mouth on any given day. Well, let's just say when I'm horny, I get delirious. I can go with that.

Right now, I'm just sitting at my favorite spot in the cafeteria... and he's eating a fuckin' huge tray of hot dogs. I think I just licked my lips. Mmmm...

He downs the first pile easily, oblivious that my tongue is drilling holes in his head... and his ass. God, he has a great ass... Nice slender body and feminine looks. Shit man, and I totally love his hands. They're small but very powerful and I wonder what he could do with them given the chance.

Damn. I need to use the bathroom now really bad. Or... I could always fuck Zell... oh the desicions...

He grins widely, so I guess he finished all those wieners and jumped up from his seat, jabbing the air wildly. He's so fucking... annoying when he wants to, or ruin the moment. Fucking Zell.

But at the same time, I still wanna be inside him, take him and make him mine.

Ever since we were kids, I've had this stupid, I wouldn't say crush, we're older than five ya know, infatuation. I don't get all weak in the knees or any of that shit, but I can feel myself burn for him.

I must have been staring too long 'cause the chicken wuss is coming over, very daintily I might add. He slams his fists on the table, glaring straight at me.

"Why do you keep staring at me! It's fucking annoying!"

Answer... should I even humor myself, when I could so easily pin him and fuck him. But I'm easily distracted by the boys hips... damn, so slender and feminine. They would feel so good I bet if I touched them.

And God only knows how much I want to. I must of not answered for a bloody long time because he's stomping his foot to get my attention.

"What ya say Chickie?..."

You know, I just realized, I ain't shy, not in the least so why do I deny myself of just reaching up and pushing his lips against mine? Thought lost when I hear his overly dramatic sigh.

He glares, wrinkling his little nose. "You're just a jackass, I ain't gonna repeat it so fuck you Almasy!"

And he's off before I can actually reach my hand out. Damn.

Oh well, I think I might have a cold shower and then, I'll go find Zell and piss him off again. 'Cept this time, I'll use a different type of harassment. Heh!

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tbc... I hope to make the chapters longer as I go...