Sasha

When people think of Seifer and have to sum it down to one to six words, this is what they come up with; "Quarterback" (the first thing out of just about everyone's mouth), "Star Forward" (the hockey lovers would say), "rude, stubborn, beanie wearer" (teachers would describe him as), "Struggle Champ" (of course more sport fans)," godly" (the girls would tell with a sigh)," Hayner's enemy" (anyone with a brain would tell), "best friends are Rai and Fuu" (another obvious one) … "orphan" (those who knew him well enough would say). But what most don't name is Sasha, his dog, and his only family.

Now Sasha the golden husky with eyes of blue and brown was very well taken care of. She had a loving master, a lovely bed to sleep in, plenty of exercise, and great foods to eat. Even with all of that she felt that she missed something; a someone. She had her Papa, who was also her master, but it troubled her that she had no Mama.

Sasha was an energetic dog; the only time she would sit still was when on the couch or in bed cuddled up to her blond master. She was well trained, happy, and a loving dog-and she wasn't afraid to give kisses.

When Seifer and Sasha left that afternoon to play fetch in the winding streets, the husky reminded herself to open her senses to the possible sighting of this mystery blond with the scent of chocolate mint and vanilla.

As the two of them romped around in the snow around the Struggle Arena, the husky picked up a scent. "Found you!" She thought ears perked up as her different colored eyes traveled around the area.

"What's got you so worked up?" Seifer asked, trying to retrieve his beanie from her jaws (it happened during their romp). Sasha barked (beanie still in mouth) and began running toward one of the exits. "Sasha, get back here!" Seifer called. Sasha paused, glancing back at her master before taking off.

The blond cursed and ran after her, following the tracks in the snow. The street became an alley, and it felt familiar. That was when it clicked. "You sly little-" he thought, glaring as he quickened his speed.

"Sasha, what are you doing way out here?" a voice asked, it was one of the chickenwusses, and the football player of the group.

"Isn't she Seifer's?" The female of the group asked, Seifer rounded the corner. They were standing outside of their 'usual spot'. The blond quarterback leaned against a wall, thinking he may as well see what the damn dog was up to.

Sasha, aware of his presences (but ignored him) went on nudging the curly haired blond. "What'cha got there?" he asked, kneeling down, petting her snout. She released her captive, the black beanie, with a wag of her tail.

"Seifer's beanie?" the tubby one questioned.

"What are you doing Sasha?" Seifer finally spoke; five heads glanced to his direction. Sasha barked proudly as she danced around the curly haired blond then sat behind the boy. "Sasha," Seifer said, staring at the dog. The dog stared at her master than up to the boy, repeating it in till the jock rolled his eyes and did what the dog wanted him to do- talk to him.

"Um… hey Seifer," the boy said running a hand through his gelled hair.

"You're an idiot lamer," Seifer sneered, starting at the freezing boy.

"What are you implying, jerk?" he yelled.

"Open your eyes- look, snow. That normally means that it's winter, dress appropriately," the bully replied in monotone.

The other blond football play snickered, "Look Pence, Seifer cares about Hayner's health!" The only girl of the group glared at them.

"Shut up, Roxas, not everyone has an Axel around to keep them warm," she whispered. In the background Seifer and Hayner just stared at each other.

"Shush! This is getting good!" Pence silenced them with a wave of his hand. The three others (and dog) stared at the two blonds, "We need some popcorn…" Pence mumbled to himself.

Hayner sighed, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to get my dog-"

"Well you have her, now take your beanie and go."

Seiner snorted. "Whatever. C'mon Sasha," he shrugged, turning his back to the blond, the husky tailing behind him.

"Hey, you forgot your-"

"Keep it, you seem to need it more than me- I want it back on Monday though,"

The group watched master and dog leave from sight, a small smile tugging on the curly-haired boy's lips as he stares down at the hat. Ever since that party on Halloween night nothing was the same between the two blonds; after all, it was their first and only kiss.

But the connection that they shared that night affected the senior. He hasn't kissed or slept with anyone since, and that's saying a lot. The kiss was a mere rumor to Twilight Town's high school; no one for sure knew if it actually happened. But for two blond young men it meant the start of something far more different than what they were used to, and it was real.

-x-

It was the 13th of December, and it was a Monday, but it wasn't just any Monday. "Christmas break is next week, can you believe it? It's finally here!" Hayner shouted running down the halls of Twilight Town's only high school, his friends laughing as they followed the galloping idiot.

"I know, it seems like just yesterday that I made the football team!" Roxas laughed, falling in step with his friend. (I would like to mention that Roxas is wearing some lovely skinny jeans, a Nine Inch Nails band Tee, and his Varsity Football jacket over it).

"No, yesterday we had a snow ball fight," Olette laughed as she pulled the larger boy of the group by that hand.

"It's a figure of speech, 'lette," Pence replied holding on the girl's hand as they, too, followed Hayner down the hall.

"Just one more miserable week left, then I'm able to sleep in on Mondays!" Hayner added with a skip. Roxas laughed, pushing the other in a set of lockers to their right. "Ouch, you jerk!" Hayner hissed and took off after the blue eyed blond.

Olette and Pence stopped at the cafeteria doors, deciding to let with have their friends have their fun and get some breakfast. Down the hall they could hear the bitter patter of wet shoes running, and slipping, on the freshly waxed floors and the shouts of angry students.

Roxas and Hayner were running toward one of the entry doors, just as a group of seniors walked in. The larger party stopped to stare at the idiots, taking note of a small puddle of water in their way, and a scene played out just like in those comedy television shows. Roxas slipped falling backwards into the water, and Hayner (who was running too quickly to stop) slipped, tripped over Roxas and kissed the ground at the seniors' feet.

"Hey look Seifer, your boyfriend came to greet you," one of them snickered, pushing the said boy forward.

With a roll of his aquamarine eyes, Seifer held out a hand for the curly haired junior to take. "Tsk, that's right loser, kiss the ground that I walk on," he teased, pulling the other off the wet ground.

Once standing his full height Hayner jerked away. "Shit, you're freezing!" he exclaimed, batting away the larger hands. Seifer smirked, taking hold of the younger. "No, let go!" Hayner cried struggling against the arms that held him to the other's chest. The varsity jacket that Seifer wore was cold against his black T-shirt clad back.

"Not on your life, chickenwuss."

Seifer's group left with a nod to the taller blond and one called, "see you in English!" Hayner didn't notice, he was too busy trying to (and failing at) escaping.

Roxas scowled at the fact that his bum was now soaking wet, and he only had a spare pair of shorts waiting in his gym locker. "Well, I have to go Hayner. I'll see you in second period," he mumbled to the trapped boy.

"No! You traitor, help-" Hayner froze, staring down at his friend, "Haha! Your ass is wet!" he laughed and pointed at the other.

"S-shut up," Roxas hissed over his shoulder, covering his bum with his hands, and quickened his pace to the boy's locker room.

"You really should wear more clothes. It's winter, chickenwuss," the senior spoke in his ear, chin resting on Hayner's shoulder.

"But then I get too hot…" he complained.

"…hmmm…"

Hayner's brown eyes traveled from every student standing in the hallway. "Are you going to let go of me any time now?"

Seifer sighed. "Nope," and a yawn followed it.

"But people will start to think that we're dating," he hissed and began struggling again.

"Let them think. I rule this school anyways, so who really cares?" he mumbled with eyes tightly shut. They stood there for a moment longer. "Whatever, I'm going to eat. You're coming with me loser," he hissed, pulling the junior in the direction of the cafeteria.

Along the way Hayner grumbled to himself about anything and everything that he saw, from his baggy camo pants to the windows. Seifer pulled the grumbling boy by the upper arm in silence in till Hayner finally voiced, "Aren't you getting in line?"

Seifer let out a loud chuckle, "I'm god to these freshmen." He began moving his arm until it draped over the dirty-blond's shoulder. "So why should I get my own shit, when I have the whole student body waiting for me to even look at them? Unfortunately, or fortunately, I'm the most popular guy these halls have ever seen; I might as well use it to my advantage!"

Hayner rolled his eyes sky ward, "…he does have a point though," he thought bitterly. It was a common fact that if Seifer would even look at you, you would be in the 'in' crowd for at least the whole day.

"Seifer, over here, y'know!" Rai, another football player (and one of his closest friends) called. Seifer smiled at the giant, beside him sat his small girlfriend, Fuu.

Beside the blond jock, Hayner was glaring at his friends who laughed at him. "Have fun, Hayner!" Olette called with a wave. He replied with a flip of the bird. All the while the two blonds were advancing on the table were Seifer's coffee, and breakfast sandwich lay.

The Quarterback pushed the skater into a seat before taking his own. "How was the movie?" he asked the couple. Rai, Fuu, Seifer, and Hayner were the only ones sitting at this table. Everyone else had to stare at them from afar.

"It was okay," Fuu shrugged, her voice was soft and happy. Hayner blinked surprised that she said more than two words.

"Okay enough to go see again?" Seifer added, tearing a piece from the sandwich.

"No way, man," Rai replied, pulling Fuu closer to himself. Seifer laughed, shoving more food into his mouth.

Fuu smiled at Hayner. "Morning," she said sweetly.

Hayner blinked, flabbergasted. "Hey," he choked out with a small uncertain smile of his own. Were all those things, the "y'know" and the hardly speaking, just things they hide behind? Hayner threw a confused glance at Seifer, then back at the couple in front of him.

The jock rolled his eyes and leaned over. "Do you honestly think we're like this all the time?" he asked in his ear. Hayner nodded. Another eye roll. "Well we aren't, Fuu's just shy, and Rai's happy being there, and I'm self centered in public because I finally have people to pay attention to me. You get used to me not being a complete ass all the time; it should be something that you'll enjoy."

Hayner turned to stare at the senior, "why are telling me this?"

"Because on Halloween, after the kiss, the first thing you said was that you didn't want things to change between us. I asked why, and you said you wanted to get to know me more." Seifer whispered, running a hand through his bleach blond hair (which had no beanie covering it). "So here I am, letting you get to know me more, showing you that there's more to me that I let on," he added.

Hayner stared at him, "Seif-"

"Seifer! Just the Quarterback that I wanted to see!" One of the cheerleaders called, running over to their table. In an instant Fuu's frown was plastered on her face, Rai tensed up, and Seifer painted on a shit-eating grin that didn't reach his eyes. The scarred man had his arm along the back of Hayner's chair still but he leaned back further into his seat.

"What do you want Kairi?" he asked in annoyance.

Kairi's red hair bounced as she did. "We, the cheerios, had this idea that on Friday you would spend the whole day shirtless!" she told with a grin.

Seifer sighed, "The teachers are alright with this?"

"Yes."

"You should do it," Hayner voiced, chuckling lightly. It would be payback for this morning-Hayner hated being cold.

A blond eye brow raised, he said, "I want a hundred munny by the end of the day, that's the only way I'll do it, and if you get more than that I'll wear a fucking Santa hat." He smirked, a real one, at the boy sitting beside him.

The cheerleader squealed and ran back to her team to tell them of the good news. "You're going to end up shirtless, and with a Santa hat…" Fuu told, sipping her juice.

Seifer sighed, "I know that."

-((Little time skip AWAY~))-

The bell that signaled the beginning of lunch rang; the halls were engulfed in students, most of them took off towards the lunch line before it could get any bigger, while the rest snickered at their friends who were joining the line or being held back for detention. And that's where they found him.

Mr. Blond-and-popular. He was leaning against a locker, his blond hair still uncovered, aquamarine eyes still cold, and scar still on his face. Roxas was the first to say something. "Hey Seifer," he said, yes it wasn't creative and quite frankly it was boring.

The senior shrugged. "Made some easy money," he told pulling out a wad of cash from his back pocket, "two hundred, exact."

"Is that for Friday?" Hayner asked pointing to the money as well as gawking at the senior.

"Yes."

"Like… for serious?" Hayner asked again.

Roxas glanced from one blond to another. "What's going on, on Friday?"

The quarterback smirked. "That's for me to know, and for you to find out," he told, picking at the invisible dirt from under his finger nail. Returning the money to his back pocket he pulled out another thing, "No need to worry," he added, giving the object a little shake.

Hayner blinked. "Is that- but how?" he gaped pointing at the black object in the senior's hand.

"Never give the office anything," he winked before turning his back to the others.

"What was that?" Roxas asked after Seifer rounded the corner.

"…his fucking hat."

-((Time skip AWAY~))-

It was the last day of school before Christmas break, and all were ready for this one big break, not a student was silent- not even Riku. It was Friday at last, and most were now counting down the hours until they could leave. Some counted down to Christmas (and other holidays), but what was on everyone's mind was Seifer's eighteenth birthday.

"Take it off, take it off, take it off-!" The crowd of girls chanted, fist pumping the air, and bouncing up and down. Seifer stood tall in the middle, a proud smirk plastered on his lips as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Throwing the plain black t-shirt into the crowd and in return one of the girls threw him a red Santa hat.

"There you go ladies. Keep the shirt, I won't be needing it today," he voiced, the girls made an opening for him to exit out of- and he did just that.

Out in the open Seifer stood in his bare-chested glory. "I can't believe I agreed to this," he hissed under his breath. Down the hall way Seifer went, cat calls and wolf whistles followed, some people called out 'work it girlfriend'… but that was the football team, they don't really count as people.

"Damn Seifer, trying to impress someone?" a tall, lanky red head asked as he began to follow the shirtless teen.

"Shut it Axel, go bother Roxas –or something," the blond hissed.

Axel held his hands up. "He ain't here yet, so you're stuck with me," the pyro grinned, green eyes twinkling with glee. Seifer cursed.

"So why are you walking around half dressed in the middle of winter?" Axel asked leaning against a vending machine. Seifer just stared. "Cheerios?"

"…Cheerleaders."

"Aah…"

"Ya," Seifer turned his back to the red head, aquamarine eyes searching the halls for Fuu or Rai, hell even Hayner-someone to talk to other than Axel.

"Prrik." That was the sound of a permanent marker opening. "Shrrik" that was the sound of it hitting his back and moving around.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Seifer asked glaring over his shoulder.

Axel grinned at him. "Tagging you," he replied and began writing again.

The blond sighed. "What are you writing?"

"You mean, 'what am I drawing?' But for your information, I am drawing this pretty little rainbow; I even have all the different colors!" Axel told holding all the markers up.

"Why a rainbow?"

"For gay rights, yo!" Axel grinned. "The whole school knows that you're bi, and it's a rumor that you and Hayner are hooking up."

"We aren't."

Axel snickered. "…yet." he added under his breath.

Seifer chuckled. "Yet," he repeated.

-((A/N: it needed some Axel goodness… now, back to the Seiner.))-

"Food, glorious food!" Pence sang, the others laughing as they followed him to the line.

"So, Hayner… did you see Seifer yet?" Olette asked, an all-knowing smile on her lips.

"No," the three boys replied.

"Did he actually do it?" Hayner added. Olette's smile grew as she pointed to the front of the line. "No fucking way!" Hayner shouted before he busted out laughing.

"I hear he's charging people who want to tag him," Pence voiced, shoving a French fry in his mouth as he paid for their food-that was his Christmas present for them, lunch. "You should totally write something," he told, tray in hand as they made their way to the normal table (that was five tables away from the football teams).

"But I don't have any money, and if I did I wouldn't know what to write!"

"Hey, Roxas!" Tidus, a football player called from behind the group.

"Hello Tidus," Olette smiled, replying for the blond.

The tanned blond smiled. "You guys wanna sit with us today?" He asked the group.

Olette answered for them. "We would be happy to!"

"You're an evil, evil woman, 'lette-you really are," Hayner whispered to her as he sat down at the jocks table, right beside Rai.

"I know," she replied sweetly, then quickly starting a conversation with Fuu across the table. Tearing into his burger, Hayner glared at the clock hanging on the wall across from him, falling into deep and angry thoughts about nothing and everything. "Hayner, be a dear and switch places with Fuu, it's hard to hold up a conversation with the whole table yelling," Olette voiced sweetly.

The dirty blond stared at Fuu, then to her neighbor who was yelling at someone further down the table. "You really are a bitch, Olette. When this day is over I'm gonna-"

"You're going to what, Hayner? Glare at me? Because really, it only makes you look much cuter than you actually are."

Pence snicker, "Oooh, burn!" he said with a chuckle.

"Fuck you man, fuck you," he cursed, pointing at the tubby boy as Fuu and Hayner both stood up to switch places. "I'm going to die… I'm going to die, and come back as a ghost and kill everyone," he thought as he sat in the seat next to his shirtless neighbor.

"You're an idiot, there's no way in hell that that girl would even think about dating someone like you," the shirtless neighbor of Hayner's yelled, pointing from the cowboy hat wearing jock to a girl a couple of tables away. "You'll fuck anything in a skirt, and she ain't the type of girl to be fucked and then dumped," he added.

"Oh c'mon! You're such a fucking hypocrite!" The cowboy hat wearing jock shouted back at him, his arms moving as he spoke.

"Pst, I never dated a day in my life, I get drunk at a party and find the drunkest girl- and okay, sometimes guys- and find the closest empty room and fuck 'em and leave! They all know what they're getting from me." The blond jock replied with his own raised voice.

"I still have a better chance with Selphie than you have with H-" the cowboy hat wearing teen was elbowed by his neighbor. "What-? Oh…" he stared past the shirtless boy and to Hayner who was glaring at the wall on the other side of the room.

"What was I thinking, me, with someone like him-ha! Fucking insane. Why did it have to be him? Anyone but him," Hayner thought, resting him chocolate eyes on Olette, who stared at him sadly. "You don't know anything, you have Pence, Roxas has Axel, and who do I have, huh? I have fucking no one." He stood and left, it was simple and yet with every step he took he felt smaller and smaller, and weaker and weaker.

He didn't stop walking, ignoring the cold, and sitting on the front steps of the school. "God, I'm being an emo pussy. Fuck, how will I ever be able to look at myself the same again?" He thought angrily, running fingers through his tangled curly hair.

"You're going to catch a cold," a familiar voice told him.

"Fuck off, Seifer, I'm busy" he hissed out throwing a glare over his shoulder.

Seifer sighed, sitting beside the other anyways, "Ivrine is a retard, ignore his stupidity."

"I can't; it's the truth."

"And it's never bothered you before now, why is this time any different?" the senior asked, aquamarine eyes boring into chocolate brown. The moping blond had nothing to say, nothing he was willing to say. The jock sighed; "I haven't slept with anyone since, y'know…" he told staring out to the road.

"I know…" the other replied quietly.

"I haven't even flirted with anyone-other than you, chickenwuss."

"I know."

"Then come back inside, I'm fucking cold," Seifer cursed, jumping to his feet. Hayner slowly stood as well. "Soo…" Seifer began scratching the back of his head as he held open the door for the younger boy.

"So…?" Hayner replied as he stepped through the door way, shivering when the warm air hit his cool body.

"You coming to the party on the 22nd?" The senior asked awkwardly as he rubbed his chest; an attempt to warm himself.

"Um… isn't that your birthday?"

The jock smirked. "Yup," he began walking (backwards) down the hall. "So you coming or not?"

The curly haired boy blinked, mouth gaped slightly as he tried to think of something- anything- to say. "H-how many people are going?" he croaked; Hayner was not fond of getting drunk around a lot of people; after all, he was an unpredictable drunk with heightened emotions.

"Anyone and everyone," Seifer replied with a shrug.

"Um…" Hayner gulped. "No getting smashed then…" he thought biting his bottom lips. "Shit, fine I'll go… BUT!" He added with a smirk.

"But what?"

"You have to let me write something," Hayner nodded toward Seifer's naked chest.

Pulling a black permanent marker, Seifer asked, "Is that it?" Hayner nodded. Within a second the marker touched his cool skin over his heart. "What'cha writing?" he asked staring down at the junior.

"Nothing," the other mumbled still writing away, with a small smile Hayner stepped back to admire his work. Seifer glanced down; the 'message' was in roman numerals, periods after every number and a dash thrown in twice.

"Is this a phone number?" Seifer smirked, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

The boy in front of him shrugged, "I don't know, make what you will of it," he smiled, handing the marker back.

"I'll see you Wednesday, chickenwuss."

"Where?"

"Ivrine's," Seifer replied, both boys had large grins plastered on their lips. "We probably look like a bunch of retards," Seifer laughed, he felt lighter than air.

"Oh well," Hayner laughed punching the elder in the gut. "I'll see you Wednesday, asshole."

-((it's late… damn it, oh well.))-

"Mom!" Hayner shouted, running down a flight of stairs.

"Don't listen to a word this liar says Mom, he's full of bullshit-I'm an angel child, I swear! I didn't do anything wrong!" That was Hayner's older brother, adopted older brother, Zell. He's had to miss with that spiky blond hair and a bloody tattoo on his face. And if you were still able to not see him, his loud voice would certainly steal your attention.

"You're as much as an angel as I am a ballerina," their father voiced from behind his book. He was a tall man, with dirty blond hair like Hayner's, but straight.

The woman in the kitchen giggled, "Oh honey, why didn't you tell me you were a dancer! Was our first dance just some act?" the woman asked as she walked into the living room, a bowl of batter in her arm.

"Are you saying that Zell is an angel, dear? Because if so, I think that you've been blind and deaf for all these years. My, I think you're the one putting on the act."

"Mom, can I go to this party tonight?" Hayner cut in, the blond adults eyes traveled to him.

"Wh-"

"Please Mom, it's for Seifer's eighteenth birthday, and he wanted me to go and-"

"Is this the guy that you were telling me about?" His mother asked with a small smile on her face. Hayner nodded.

"Wait just a second- my son has a crush on another guy?" His father's deep voice cut through the silence. Zell stood at a still by the younger blond's side, staring off into space.

"That's beside's the point dear," the woman told her husband. "Do as you please Hayner, but I want you in your bed- or at least home- when I wake up, do you understand me?"

"Thanks Mum!"

X

It was a Wednesday night; actually it was the 22nd of December, which happened to fall on Seifer's birthday. Hayner, Olette, Pence and Roxas stepped through the front door, and the scene they were greeted with was mind boggling.

"How many people fucking showed up?" Roxas voiced what was on his and his friend's minds. Hayner nodded in agreement, staring at the mass of people around Ivrine's house. "Good thing he has a huge house…" the spiky blond mumbled.

"I read that just about everyone at school was going to show up…" Olette answered, her eyes traveling the crowd to see if she could spot anyone that she knew. Her eyes lit up when she spotted Fuujin, "Fuu!" she called pushing her way through the crowd.

Pence smiled at the two blonds. "Gotta go make sure that she doesn't drink too much. You know how she is when she's drunk," Hayner and Roxas bid him farewell.

"Well, I'm going to go find Axel; he should be in here somewhere…" Roxas shouted over the music that seemed to go up a couple volumes. "Have fun with Seifer," he joked, punching the other in the arm before he too joined the crowd.

The curly haired boy sighed. "Now where is he…?" he mumbled to himself as he wormed his way from the living room to the kitchen. Gripping a bear from the counter he got some dude with a bottle opener to open it before he left the nearly empty kitchen (well, of people).

Taking a gulp of his bitter drink, his brown eyes traveled the people in the living room from a different vantage point. Nope, still no Seifer, but Hayner did spot Pence, Olette, Fuujin and Raijin. Whispering a curse under his breath, Hayner then moved to another room. Nope, Seifer wasn't in that one, "what about outside?" he thought, stepping out into the cold air. Nope, only Axel was out there having a smoke. Wait, Axel was here, but Roxas wasn't?

"Where's Rox?" Hayner asked, head poking out from the open door.

The redhead shrugged. "Dunno, maybe taking a piss?"

Rolling his brown eyes Hayner copied the redhead's shrug. "Whatever. Have you see Seifer anywhere?"

At that Axel laughed, throwing the butt into the white fluffy snow. "Last time I heard he was down stairs in a drinking contest and that was about ten minutes ago…"

Hayner nodded. "Thanks man," before traveling in the direction that he believed that this basement was in. Actually finding the basement wasn't that hard, it was actually get in that was the problem.

"Drink, drink, drink," the mass chanted together. The small group sitting around a table threw their heads back, each gulping down the amber liquid. Hayner smiled softly from his spot on the stairs. Seifer was happily drinking away his eighteenth birthday.

He was broken out of his thoughts by a red plastic cup in front of his face. "I thought you looked like you needed it." It was Roxas.

Hayner smiled up at his friend. "Thanks," he mumbled, taking the cup and giving his empty bottle of beer to the other. "Be a dear and find somewhere to put that," he grinned.

"Whatever ass, have you seen Axel anywhere?"

"Have you checked the back yard?" Hayner questioned. Roxas opened and closed his mouth, then turned to go back up the stairs to find his 'other half'.

At this moment Hayner really wished that he had Seifer's cell number, just so he could get his attention instead of just standing here looking like an idiot watching him. Staring down at the cup in his hand he shrugged. "Bottoms up," he mumbled, taking on big gulp of the mixed drink. It was strong; Roxas must have put too much alcohol in it. Oh well. The quicker he gets drunk, the better.

The curly blond sighed. "I'll come back here later…" he thought as he made his way up the stairs slowly.

-x-

It was well into the party, and about an hour after Hayner arrived, and still Seifer didn't even bother to see if he was here or not. "Why am I not surprised?" he muttered under his breath. Hayner found his way through the thick crowd in the living room, the mass of people pressed up against each other dancing in beat with the music.

He pushed his way through the crowd until he stood with his friends. "Hey guys," he spoke, Olette, Pence, Roxas and Axel greeted him from their spot from the couch.

"Hey, did you find him?" Axel asked, staring at his boyfriend hungrily.

"Ya."

"So why aren't you with him?" Olette asked, leaning on Pence; she was just starting to feel the affect of the alcohol in her system.

Hayner shrugged. "If he wants me he can come find me," he told, leaning against the arm of the same couch.

Roxas giggled, (yes, Roxas giggles while drunk). "Looks like you won't have to wait very long~!"

And with that Hayner glanced up and in the direction that Roxas was pointing toward. There he was in all his blond eighteen glory. Seifer had his cell phone pulled out as he leaned against a wall. His pocket vibrated, causing him to jump.

'Where r u?' it read when he flipped his phone open. Hayner smiled, replying to the message quickly. On the other side of the room Seifer rose a blond eyebrow before glancing up, a smile making its way to his lips when he saw the junior.

Hayner waved coolly at him, his own twin smile on his lips as he bid his friends ado. "Took you long enough to try to find me," Hayner told when he was in hearing distance.

The jock shrugged. "It's crowded, what do you want me to say?" For someone who just came from a drinking game, he wasn't slurring his words, nor swaying on his feet. The rumors that he could hold his alcohol must be true then.

Hayner shook his head, a smile still on his face. "Nah, you were just too busy drinking the night away."

The senior held up a finger. "That too," he smirked before bringing that same hand to cup the smaller male's cheek. "How much have you had to drink tonight, wuss?" Their noses touched, both stared at one another with half lidded eyes.

"I'm still sober, if that's what you're asking," he mumbled, tilting his head upwards so that their lips were slightly touching.

"Buzzed?" Their alcohol smelled breath mingled with each other, as butterflies fluttered in Hayner's stomach.

"Yes."

Seifer hummed. "Good," before kissing the younger roughly. They wasted no time in opening their mouths to get a better taste of each other; the kiss was rough, teeth hitting teeth, tongues battling for dominance, even though they both knew who would win, but it was theirs.

They didn't need to break for air, they simply breathed through their noses, not wanting to spate for even a moment. But what they did break for was when Seifer switched their positions against the wall. "Fuck," Hayner hissed as he painfully connected with the wall, only be silenced by lips and a leg between his.

Seifer broke the kiss with a pull of the junior's bottom lip, "You're coming home with me lamer, and there's nothing you can do about it," before kissing along the younger's jaw.

"But my… mom," Hayner panted titling his head to the side to allow the jock better access.

"Fuck your mom."

He pulled on the shaggy blond hair that was normally hidden with a beanie until Hayner could look the other in the eye. "Please don't," he grimaced.

With a roll of aquamarine eyes, Seifer snorted, "no shit, I'm not actually going to touch your mother." Seifer proceeded to lean in to kiss the smaller again, but was met with a sharp tug on his hair causing his to moan.

Hayner smirked. "Are you turned on by hair pulling? Oh my," he teased tugging on the blond locks again; he was met with another moan.

"Tease," Seifer hissed as he took hold of the smaller boy's arms and pulling him forwards, grinding his hips into Hayner's. Hayner's chocolate eyes widened, as he bit down a moan. "Ya feel that? That means you're coming home with me, wuss."

"I'm not someone that you can just fuck, and leave, jackass," he hissed the hold that he had on Seifer's hair loosened.

"Never planned on it, Hayner," he told as he pecked the younger's cheek.

The curly haired boy smiled. "Well then, how far is to your apartment?"

The jock returned it with his own grin. "Five minutes at max."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get the fuck out of here!" Hayner exclaimed pushing the other towards the front door.

Seifer chuckled all the way. "I'm warning you now, chicky, I have a dog (if you don't remember), and she's a hyper one."

"Ya, and I have a brother, father and mother at my house… who cares, let's go before I change my mind!"

The jock's eyes widened slightly as he threw his coat on, pulling the other boy along with him. "Well then, we wouldn't want that."

Xoxoxoxox

M.B.C.R says: I'm done! It only took me two months, but I'm done… and it's very late. But this was my holiday Seiner fic, that I ended up forgetting about for a few weeks. And yes, I plan on having a SECOND PART to it. It'll have more Zell, and will have Squall in it. :3

I would also like to mention that I've turned to the dark side and started to like Seifer/Squall now, I'm sorry! –cries-