This would have to be the smuttiest thing I've ever written. Ever. I swear.. I have SCHOOL friends subscribed to me.. oh my image -cries-
Right. For the record Seiner is the only gay pairing in this fic - it's the only pairing, actually. x3


Seifer was growing tired of Struggle matches.
The utterly repetitive beating of his opponents, the thumping of the pathetic foam bats as they smacked at battlegear in an attempt to whack as many orbs out as possible. Orbs that scattered themselves all around the match area, lying in wait to be picked up by a possible victor.
It no longer held any excitement for him.

Well, no, that wasn't true, Seifer thought with a dismissive scowl. There was some excitement to be had..
Excitement which took the form of a hardening feeling whenever he fought Hayner - sorry, chickenwuss. Seifer had adopted a new technique which he only used against Hayner - oh what fun he had playing with him.

Seifer would hold his leg around Hayner's hips, holding his neck in the crook of his elbow to hold his head back. Beat, beat, beat with the bat. Sometimes he kept beating at him, gently, even when all the orbs had fallen to the ground and the crowd was screaming at him to pick them up. And Hayner would lean his head back, his blonde hair brushing the nape of Seifer's neck. And he would moan.

Yes.. Seifer chuckled.

His 'goons' (if you could even call them that) didn't seem to mind, really. The first time Seifer had come back from a match with a tight crotch, Fuu had shoved a mutter of 'Dry sex?' out of her tight lips.

It wasn't dry sex, really. When Seifer tightened his grip around Hayner's hips it bordered on it, sure, but by the time Seifer had done that Hayner would tear away and run back to collect the stray orbs. Seifer had lost a few matches over his carelessness, actually. The last time Rai had insisted 'Seif's just feeling off his game, y'know?', but really Seifer had bitten lightly on the other boy's neck. No, he didn't know why, he just felt like it, fuck off.

Even if Hayner realised why Seifer was pinning him down a bit longer than needed, even if he noticed how Seifer's tongue slipped out slightly when he whispered taunts in his ear - chances are he wouldn't mention it. Olette had asked him out before and Hayner had turned her down in a very cold manner - colder than a teenage boy should act to his best friend. A best friend who was fairly attractive, Seifer had to admit. But he preferred guys - hell, they were hot.

So of course, Seifer assumed Hayner was gay.
And if he wasn't, it couldn't hurt to force the younger blonde to experiment.

"Seif's acting kinda weird, y'know?"
"Thinking."
"Just because I never shut my goddamn mouth, dipshit." Seifer growled.

The sandlot was basically empty. Fuu, Rai and Seifer were the only ones there, all three of them sitting on one of the benches. Seifer let his eyelids droop and imagined Hayner flipping through the sandlot on his skateboard, sweat gleaming off his muscles.

"Hnn." Seifer bit his bottom lip. Maybe there was some way to have more fun today. Rai was pissing him off, and Fuu - who was usually his favourite - seemed just as deep in thought as he had been. "I'm out."

"Yo Seifer, you don't want us to come with, y'know?"

"Mouth closed." Fuu murmured.

---

Skateboards were pretty much Hayner's favourite thing in the whole wide world.
Well, it tied with his grandma's cooking, his friends, and Struggle.
The last one he wasn't too sure about. Hayner stroked at the white lightning patterns down his dark blue skateboard and grinned. Yeah, skateboards were better than Struggle.

Skateboards didn't yell at you like the audience did. Sometimes you fell over and got bruised if you messed up, but that was in Struggle too. Skateboards couldn't beat you when you were down.

Skateboards didn't wrap their sweaty arms around you and press you to their chests, making you question your own damn sexuality. Nope. Skateboards just let you ride around on them without complaining.

Hayner placed his skateboard on the ground and jumped on just as the call of "Chickenwuss!" rang out from the slope leading to the Sandlot.
"Crap!" His feet tripped over each other. Hayner quickly caught himself by slamming his hand on the wall, the bricks grazing his palm a little.

Hayner tried to straighten himself, feeling his baggy pants slip down slightly. Damn this hot weather, damn Seifer, damn pants!

Seifer's eyes had a glint to them - a glint Hayner didn't really like the look of. He had seen it in the older boy's eyes the same day he had bitten him on the neck. Hayner didn't like thinking about that bite. It had sent chills through him, chills that he liked. But that was bad. Dirty. He wasn't meant to like it when a guy did that to him. Seifer was just being a prick, he probably didn't even realise how he made Hayner feel when he did that.
Hayner was just happy that Seifer usually got him from behind, and that his pants were so baggy.

Hayner turned and picked up his skateboard. Maybe if he pretended he hadn't seen Seifer, he'd go away (yeah, right).

"Oi, freak." Hayner turned his head and faked a look of mock surprise. He was about to open his mouth to retort with something 'clever', but something stopped him.

Seifer had grabbed the elastic part of Hayner's briefs from behind, and was rubbing his finger between the skin of Hayner's lower back. More chills.
"What do you think you're doing?" Hayner spat. Seifer smirked and pulled the elastic back before letting it snap back painfully. Hayner rubbed at his back and winced.
"Pussy," Seifer cackled.
"Shut it, Seifer."

Typically Hayner would have turned and gone back to The Usual Spot. Typically he would have waited for Olette and Pence to come back with a handful of Sea Salt Icecream.
Typically.

"I'm bored." Seifer said. His statement had a kind of demand to it. Like, 'entertain me.'.

Well, Hayner wasn't going to stand for that. Nope, he was going to walk away with his skateboard tucked under his arm and-

"Let's Struggle." Damnit, Seifer. "Or are you too chicken?"
"It's late," muttered Hayner.
"So? Unofficial, won't count it or brag about it. I'm bored, Blondie."
"Why would you brag about it when you're obviously gonna lose?"

Hayner had forgotten how strange it was the moments right before he fought Seifer. His dark brown eyes followed the taunting bat instinctively, as if it was going to jump out of Seifer's hand and whack Hayner of its own accord.

Seifer stopped waving the bat.
"How's a bet sound?" He asked.
"A bet?"

Seifer nodded. Hayner raised an eyebrow. Knowing Seifer, the bet would involve Hayner dancing around in a tutu or - well, actually, probably not. Hayner had never lost a bet with Seifer before, heck, he'd never HAD one. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
".. Sounds fine.." Maybe.

The sandlot was empty except for the two, and Seifer's grin gleamed in the last remains of sunlight. The buildings were a reddish-blue, dimming in the sunset.
"I win.. you have to skate around the Town fifty times.."
Hayner blinked. Was that it? Huh, no tutu.
"Shirtless." Seifer finished.
"Are you serious?"

Seifer lifted his beanie and scratched at the top of his head before nodding. Hayner took a step back. That wasn't too bad. Hayner had skated around shirtless before. Except Seifer would have to count the laps.. and see him shirtless. He was going to insult Hayner over it, Hayner knew it. Just because he wasn't insanely fit like Seifer..

"And if you win?" Seifer asked dryly. He was impatient, so Hayner just said the first thing that popped into his head.
"You have to be nicer to me. And stop calling me chickenwuss."

--

What a stupid proposition, Seifer thought. I'd rather lapdance you, Blondie. Much rather.
"Whatever." He mumbled.
Gripping his bat in his hand, Seifer held it up to Hayner. Hayner never said anything about dickwad, dipshit, shithead, freak, idiot or Blondie, had he?

Hayner wasn't ready. He wasn't ready for the muscled arm that wound itself around his neck all of a sudden. He obviously hadn't been ready for Seifer's hand tracing across his crotch lightly before grabbing the crook of his knee.
First guy on his back, Seifer thought. He had this.

Hayner flailed and whacked Seifer over the back of the head with his own bat, earning a grunt from the other boy. Seifer let go and backed away.

Launching himself off the balls of his feet, Seifer dived at Hayner, knocking him face down onto the ground. Hayner moaned into the dirt and punched at it.
"You're not on your back, idiot."
Seifer snickered. Blondie never was the sharpest crayon in the box. He wasn't even a crayon, really, more like a dry marker that you scribble at a page with until it works.
Seifer put one foot lightly on Hayner's back, nudging at him.

"The ground really tastes that good?" He asked.
Hayner didn't move.

Shit.

The last time Seifer had knocked someone out was when Pence cut in the canteen line at school. Tubby probably wanted the last meat pie or some shit. Seifer hadn't cared, he just punched him in the back of the head without really thinking about it. The only part where he had cared was when Hayner had looked at his friend and then at Seifer with hurt and anger in his dark eyes.
And that's how this whole rivalry shit began.

Seifer crouched down, lightly poking Hayner's soft cheek.
"Hayner? Get up, buddy. Come on." Seifer tapped Hayner's backside with his Struggle bat. "Get your ass u- "
Hayner's leg flew up, clamping on Seifer's bat and pushing it to the side.
"Fuck - "

His hand around Seifer's throat, Hayner stepped on his feet and hit him in the ribs with the bat. Hayner let go of his throat and curved around Seifer, putting his arm around Seifer's neck and holding his head back.
"How's it feel, huh?"
It feels damn uncomfortable, Seifer answered in his head. Seifer was taller than Hayner - not by much, but he was still taller - so his head didn't fall into the nape of Hayner's neck the same way. Hayner's leg wasn't around his hips, either, so Seifer's spine just arched awkwardly.

"You're not doing it right," Seifer groaned. He elbowed Hayner in the side and ran over to grab his bat once the smaller boy had released him.

He was sick of this. Hayner was meant to groan into him, not the ground. He was meant to arch himself towards Seifer and look up at him with wide eyes.
That's how it was supposed to work.

You really don't want me to see you half-naked, do you Blondie?

Footsteps came up behind him - Hayner was going to try and push him over. Seifer spun around and hit Hayner harder than he'd meant to on the jaw, hearing a snapping noise. Hayner had been about to jump at him, so he flew in the air for a moment, headed for a very painful head-first crash with the hard ground.

That wasn't what Seifer had meant for. No.
Seifer yanked Hayner's arm, pulling his opponent to his chest and falling on his side with the other boy in his arms. He quickly let go and rolled on to his back.
"You win," they both said.

Seifer blinked and looked over. Hayner had rolled on to his back too.
"Tie," came a voice. Seifer sat up, noticing Fuu sitting on the bench.


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