Author's Note: H'lo all! Once again, a random update... e e; And NOT on the story it should be for!
This story is actually the first Seiner I've ever written, and it was submitted for a contest on DeviantART for one of the groups I'm in. :] Prompt name was 'Temper'.
Well, just decided to post it on here since I've been pretty much next to dead....Enjoy? ;D
Can't breath Can't Breath Can't breath...!!
Hands are wrapped around my neck; a warm body forcing itself on top of me and OhGod why's this happening? My head is throbbing and my pulse is racing and I can feel the air being sucked out from me and oxygen would taste so so sweet right now, I know it but I can't seem to taste it.
He's right on top of me – Hovering – Watching me with those damn eyes that show indifference and at that moment he leans in and kisses me.
I feel my eyes flutter because even now, even with my lungs BurningBurningBurningwith the desire for oxygen, my body arches and presses itself against the muscular form above me wanting Begging Pleading ….ForHimToDoItAllAgain... My mind's long gone. Reason's been abandoned. Darkness dances across my vision but all I see within it all is Him and I start to think it won't be so bad.
It wasn't like this before. We weren't like this. He wasn't on top of me, Kissing me. He didn't have his hands wrapped so tightly around my neck that I couldn't breath. NoNo. We weren't like that at all.
But Seifer Almasy had a Temper.
And I should have known better than to cross it.
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Everything started with a game. A pointless, harmless, struggle of a game. He wanted me. I wanted him. But Seifer Almasy just wanted sex, while I wanted love. FoolishFoolishFoolish...
I gave into him and played. Because I'd give anything to have his hands tracing my body and his lips pressed onto mine and his mind thinking of nothing but me.
So I traded in my innocence for a piece of lust and a whole lot of heartbreak and I did it all without a second thought. I don't regret it, either—Not for one moment.
My name is Hayner Lyon. And I became a.d.d.i.c.t.e.d. to a man who's lips were laced in poison, and who's touch was as sharp as lightning.
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"Take it Back," He hissed; the grip tightening around my neck. I yelped and struggled harder, teeth clenching and eyes pinched shut and my arms ClawingClawingClawing trying to pry the other male off. "Now."
I allowed myself to let a smile dance across my face as I forced my eyes open; smirking in the face othe man who held my very life in his hands. Literally. But he held my heart as well and that's why I wouldn't take back what I said.
"H..Hah..N..No.." My eyes peeked open and my voice cracked and I sounded pitiful but damn it, at this point I didn't care. I was going to get my point across even if I died.
Seifer was mad, and it was evident. I had crossed the line. I had messed with the g.a.m.e. And he wanted r.e.v.e.n.g.e. He had made it clear –YesYesHeDid-- That there were rules that had to be followed at all times. Three. Simple. Rules.
But Seifer Almasy didn't realize I was a rebel to the end – that I lived for tearing those rules to the ground.
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One.
Don't Tell Anyone.
He didn't want our game to be exposed. Wanted to keep it quiet. Wanted to keep it a secret. All he wanted was sex but I wanted So Much More. Was he ashamed? I don't know. He sure didn't seem like it when I took control and had him down on his knees, screaming my name. Maybe he was stubborn.
He should know that Hayner Lyon isn't a liar.
"Hey, Hayner...Are you and Seifer like...?"
"Yeah. We're fuck-buddies."
Roxas is one person you don't lie too. He can smell a lie a mile away. That's why he's my best friend – But he's also the reason Seifer stormed into my room today with that sour expression.
Sure, Seifer Almasy had a Temper, but that wasn't why I was on the ground now and faced with a pair of blood-thirsty eyes.
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Two.
Anything that's said on any night while 'Playing' is not to be mentioned at any other time.
Sure, he was pissed when he walked in, but it was nothing a little blow job couldn't fix with a few murmured apologies. Seifer was like that. Pleasure was his d.r.u.g. and I was his s.u.p.p.l.i.e.r.
But I was hurt. I wanted him to hurt. He was SoSoSoAshamed –HeHadToBe,OfMe – that I had broken rule number One. But he doesn't have that emotion. Shame. He doesn't ever show it in that form. He Twists and mingles andb.e.n.d.s.it into something that's like anger, and it's terrifyingly beautiful.
"What, you're pissy about Roxas knowing? That's surprising. Is it because you think it will screw with your chances for you go fuck him like you said you wanted too last night?
I think I was pushing at that point. Because his eyes Flared and I saw his hands tighten –-- and I could tell he was planning on hurting me.
But not like he is now. It wasn't a, "I want to kill you" kind of hurt. It was a "I'm going to fuck you so hard" kind of hurt, which is really kind of alluring even now.
But I had to ruin it. Because I was tired of games.
Seifer Almasy had a Temper. And I had pushed him to his limit.
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"Seifer, I fucking love you!"
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Three.
Don't ever associate me with the disgusting term of 'love'.
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"Take. It. Back."
His hands release my neck for a fraction and I'm suddenly gagging as I gulp in oxygen as quickly as I can but just as soon as I do, his lips are mashed onto mine and his hands are PullingPullingPulling at my hair that I have to kiss him back and even now I can feel my pants tighten and WhyIsHeTeasingMe?
"I love you," I say again, forcing myself unwillingly out of the kiss to stare at him, panting, and this time he throws his fist into my gut and I scream. My lungs are still burning and there's a sickening metallic taste in my mouth and his hands are around my neck again and I see that he's l.i.v.i.d. But again nothing matters because he's kissing me again, and I don't understand what's going on.
"You're Lying," he hisses; the iron grip getting tighter as I try to find any air; NoLuckNoLuckNoLuck because I don't want to d.i.e. "Don't you dare lie to me."
And suddenly the darkness is back and it's twirling around my eyes and I can't see him anymore, but I swear I can still hear him as he kisses me one more time SoSoSoftly and the burning is suddenly gone.
"No one could love a sinner like me."
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Seifer Almasy had a Temper.
But Hayner Lyon Loved to test his limits
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AN: Sooo... Did you like it? ;D Hope so. It's so weird, I've looked over this at random times over a span of two weeks and quiet franky, I'm sick of it. XD Either or. R&R's are amazing!