So for most people, this update will make them either happy, or absolutely frustrated with me. xD Most the latter, I realize. I know I haven't updated much of anything lately aside from a few one-shots, and then when I do update, it's not something most of you want to read.

SINthetic is currently in the works, then Special Discount, and then Halcyon Days. I'm honestly sorry for my terrible updating pattern. Still, I was so worked up over my main fics that I forgot about BitN, so I decided to at least do a small update so people wouldn't think I died.

Bump in the Night

Chapter 6

The walk back to the dorm was in comfortable silence. It was chilly, but the moon was bright. It was the perfect Halloween night. Not that that made any difference to Seifer and Zexion. The second they reached their dimly lit, silent floor, the blonde realized that he couldn't wait anymore. He had played the game. Staked things out. Practiced patience. Curbed his attitude and tongue when necessary.

The time to play things safe was over, which led the Seifer leading Zexion to his room, taking an awkward pause, then abruptly pinning the freshman to the door and smashing his lips into his without a word.

After a few seconds of passionate kissing, mainly by Seifer, Zexion broke his head away to the right with adorably cute red swollen lips as he uttered a sort of protest, "Can't we get in the room first Seifer?" His breaths were already coming out in pants from the oxygen-draining action. He reached a hand back to the door, trying to get it open which was difficult, considering how his back was pressed against it. Jeez, is Seifer ever impatient…

"Lemme help you with that." breathed out Seifer, reaching around to swiftly turn the handle and open the door. The two stumbled in, Seifer shutting the door behind them with a kick of his foot before resuming where they had left off. As he attached onto Zexion's mouth once more, occasionally biting at the bottom lip, his hands moved slowly to tug off Zexion's sweatshirt, but he couldn't completely manage it. He growled low in annoyance.

"Off."

Zexion raised his hands but didn't move otherwise. "You take it off." Zexion obviously was still holding on to whatever shred of control her could grasp. He moved towards Seifer, feeling Seifer's hand brush gently but callously against his stomach muscles, making them convulse slightly.

"As you wish." The command had Seifer's eyes blazing again. He slinked forward so that their stomachs touched as he peeled the sweatshirt off, making sure to make as much contact with his hands as possible. Their gaze was cut short as the article of clothing went over Zexion's head, but just when the psychologist had his vision returned to him and the sweatshirt was tossed away, Seifer followed up with another kiss, taking this one slower, really getting to taste the freshman as he went to firmly sliding off the police officer shirt.

Soon, their shuffling steps took them to the edge of Zexion's bed. They bumped into it gently, the back of Zex's knees hitting the mattress.

The kiss only grew in fire as the room got colder by the chill of night. Zexion's hands were much less shy by this point and Seifer felt a hand roam over his well-formed ass more than once. It seemed Zexion liked something about Seifer after all.

In no time at all, Zexion's shirt was gone and away. Seifer was taking his time now, savoring the moment as his mouth swept over the freshman's chest, kissing at the skin, but he abruptly wrapped his arms around Zexion's middle, pulling him to the bed and following shortly afterwards. He propped his arms up on either side of Zexion's head, panting. Zexion could still feel the blonde's heat, even with the foot of distance between them. The bell on his collar was shining.

Seifer sighed softly, his legs sliding to rest on the outside of Zex's. "Tell me now if you want to back out."

"What, we can't just cuddle a little and go to bed and call it a night then?" Zexion grinned devilishly at Seifer, placing his hands back on Seifer's bottom. When Zexion got into something, hell did he ever get into something. His fingers were ever-so-slightly slipping below the leather pants Seifer was wearing. He felt the blonde's piercing gaze roam his body and felt all the more empowered because of it. He forgot completely his original intentions in coming to college in those few minutes.

Seifer's amused little laugh sent sparks up his spine. The blonde moved to slowly trail a finger down Zexion's chest, teasingly wiggling his butt at the same time. And if Zexion's grin was devilish, then the R.A's was downright satanic.

"Not when you keep trying to get your hands down my pants like that, sexy." He purred out, trailing his finger back up again, bell jingling at his neck.

"You sure? 'Cause I think I'm getting pretty tired..." Zexion said with an exaggerated sigh and batting of the lashes, pulling an arm away to rub at his eyes melodramatically. He found he loved being a tease. Especially a tease that drove others mad. And he was pretty sure he could drive Seifer a bit mad in a short period of time.

Zexion missed the eye twitching that Seifer suddenly went through, but, unfortunately, didn't catch the look of "Two can play at that game," either. Seifer abruptly heaved a heavy sigh as well.

"I guess you're right, it's time to call it a night." he grunted, suddenly tipping sideways to lay aside Zexion on the bed, right leg and arm draped over the freshman's body. With a mock sleepy grin, Seifer immediately closed his eyes. "G'night, sweetie."

Zexion kinda lost the mood at that point, sighed and cuddled into Seifer's almost adorable looking mock-sleepy-grin. He slipped arms around Seifer's waist and buried his head into Seifer's chest, closing his eyes while purring softly without his own knowledge.

Seifer blinked in confusion. No way. No fucking way. His plan had backfired. Zexion had actually decided to go to sleep. Damnit.

How the hell was he supposed to get rid of his hard-on now? Because he certainly couldn't will at away at this point. Not when he had been keeping it in check most of the night. His fingers idly scribbled loops in Zexion's back as he mused about his problem.

Meanwhile, the freshman had other ideas in mind. Zexion slid a hand smoothly down to Seifer's crotch and slightly stroke his palm over it. He grinned to himself, loving the fact he had tricked Seifer so well. Maybe they wouldn't have full-blown sex, but he couldn't let Seifer end his night like that, could he?

The startled blonde took in a sharp breath before releasing it in a shaky sigh, eyes fluttering to half-mast, fingers keeping up their gentle swirls. Needing some other occupation, Seifer started nuzzling his face into Zexion's hair, his inner thighs twitching. He still hadn't figured this kid out. "Damn tease..."

"You know it!" Zexion grinned, rubbing the massive-seeming object with amusement. It was so freaking warm, he thought his hand might melt just feeling it. He stroked the bulge more thoroughly, rubbing the tip of it gently through the tight jeans. "Damn, you have a fucking baseball bat on fire down there?" Zexion asked incredulously. He had no qualms about his own size but holy fuck. This wasn't human.

"You know it." repeated Seifer with a soft chuckle, moving his mouth so that he could nibble at Zexion's ear. His hips twitched and he couldn't help but thrust them back into the freshman's exploring hand. Meanwhile, his hands went to imitate exactly what Zexion's had been doing not too long ago. They were roaming, occasionally slipping past the waistband of Zex's jeans, pressing into soft flesh.

Zexion unzipped Seifer's leather pants quickly and found no boxers under them, probably because the leather would be more uncomfortable with them on. Wasting no time, the teen grabbed the Resident Assistant's erection, stroking the soft yet hard as hell cock with more vigor, now that his was being stroked too.

"What was that about you being too tired, then?" hissed Seifer gently, moving on to start pressing soft kisses to Zexion's lips as the freshman's own pants were undone. The blonde ground his hips forward once more and their erections scraped against each other, eliciting a purr from the cat-eared sophomore. The air was hot again. So much for sleeping.

Zexion moaned softly and ground back, heated flesh against heated flesh. He reached out to grab Seifer's cat ears playfully tweaking them, grinning afterwards. He licked at his lips and initiated his first kiss on Seifer's lips.

Seifer more than approved. Groaning in a low hum, he kissed back fiercely as he closed whatever distance remained between them. The heat was becoming overwhelming and Seifer needed a change of pace. He reared back, rolling himself and Zexion over so that the freshman was now pinned to the bed. With a languid roll of his hips, Seifer continued to build friction. His necklace was jingling fiercely, creating only a faint buzzing sound in the back of his head.

He couldn't hear anything now. Seifer couldn't even see properly. All he could concentrate on was the purple and black strands that were sticking to a flushed face. How even the long bang of Zexion's had been thrown to the side, throwing his full profile out into the open. Zexion looked so much better like this, compared to his usual emotionless expression.

"Mrrrmph" Zexion said pink lips parted slightly in minor ecstasy as their cocks grounded rhythmically together. Zexion was so fucking glad he had no roommate at this point, though the neighbors (if they were in) probably heard quite easily.

He reached up to scratch and slender fingernail over one of Seifer's nipples lightly, eliciting a soft moan from the other boy. He continued to toy with the nipple and stroked at Seifer's now-bare ass with his other free hand.

There was a sudden need for more skin to skin contact and the pants that were still hanging around his knees, along with Zexion's jeans, were in the way. With a low growl, he pushed in for another intense kiss. Soft blonde hair tickled the underside of Zexion's chin as Seifer leaned his head down, hands darting down to tug away at Zexion's bottoms first, which the psychologist was more than happy to get rid off. Then, with an easy flick of his legs, Seifer's leather pants joined the jeans on the floor.

Now the R.A was free to return to more important matters. Breath coming in shallow pants, Seifer raked his nails gently down Zexion's stomach, taking no time to tease any sensitive skin but traveling directly down to finish them off. He grasped both of their stiff cocks, gently squeezing and rubbing them together as he intently watched Zexion's erotic expression.

Zexion was almost writhing by now--he had never been touched there by another person. Sure, he himself had ventured there on occasion when the need arose, but never by another person. It felt like static electricity was streaming through his lower-half melting slowly, catching fire from the inside-out.

He gripped at Seifer's hip and dragged his nails across it, making more moans resound throughout the room. The bed was lightly creaking in the distance of their minds but vanished with the increase of the heat in the room.

Seifer was almost desperate to reach his end. He was close, and he could definitely tell that Zex was, too. He increased the pressure on their erections, rubbing harder as he slipped his other hand into Zexion's mussed hair, gripping it tightly as he pulled his face to his, smashing their lips together. His bell scraped along Zexion's chest with the action, actually leaving a red streak of irritation on his skin. Their bodies were already sweat-slicked, despite the chill of the October night.

"Zex..." murmured Seifer past their energetic lips and tongues. He moaned softly again, feeling a familiar heat press down in the pit of his stomach.

Zexion reached down and gripped around Seifer's hand and both of their cocks and helped him push the limit. They both came, not exactly at the same time, but the order of who came first was lost in the high of the moment. Most of it spattered on Zexion's stomach, glowing white in the moonlight of the Halloween night. The time was nearly midnight and their lips were once again locked together furiously, the heat and warmth between them only declining slightly.

"Seifer..."Zexion started, hoping what they have wouldn't get awkward in the next few days. He nuzzled into Seifer as he rolled to the side.

Seifer grinned lazily at Zexion's soft mumble, idly plucking out the cat ears in his hair and undoing the choker. Tossing off the items, he grabbed a blanket, wiping the both of them off briefly before shucking that as well. Finally, tugging Zexion's cover over the both of them, the blonde nuzzled back and sighed contentedly as he closed his eyes, ready to sleep. The warmth remained between the two of them. They still hadn't cooled down.

"Hrm?" he purred, tucking his arms around the leaner teen.

"Nothin'," Zexion answered, becoming quickly enraptured and lost in the warmth that was Seifer's entire being. He cuddled into the now-adorable seeming blond, making sure he had that innocent picture memorized for possible later use when he was mad at him or something similar, then closed his eyes to drift off to sleep. Except Seifer decided to start talking again.

"Love you..." Seifer whispered drowsily, eyes closed as well as his hold around Zexion tightened possessively, blonde hair brushing against black and purple ones as his breathing slowed.

"Mm'k then..."Zexion muttered, not really registering anything Seifer was saying. He was almost already asleep--coming down from the orgasmic high put one to rest quickly. He fell asleep in Seifer's possessive grasp as the moon protected their sleeping forms from the night's ever-present darkness. The trees whispered their sweet eerie lullabies to them as they slept huddled next to each other. Lucky for them, the next day was Sunday--one more free day before classes and work so that they wouldn't have to feel like shit after a decent night.

The morning crawled by. Zexion's normal time to wake up flashed past as well. It was only by 10:30 that anything in his dorm room stirred. A bright morning sun, blocked out by partially closed curtains, flickered over the two slumbering boys who were curled up in bed, warm and cozy beneath a comforter.

Seifer remained blissfully asleep and this time, it was Zexion who awoke first...

Zexion was slightly confused by the great warmth pressing into his side and wrapped himself around it, trying to remember. When flashes of the past night came back to his mind, he flushed slightly for no one to see and sighed softly. He curled into Seifer and wrapped an arm around his stomach.

Seifer slept on, his only reaction from Zexion's movements consisting of a soft murmur and a tightening of his hold around the freshman. But the peaceful silence was abruptly broken by a soft knocking at the door, sounding somewhat tentative.

"Um... Zex? You in there?" It was Demyx.

Zexion whispered, "Yeah, what's up Dem?" He was still in the room, not moving from his bed--hey, it was comfortable as hell, you wouldn't either.

He cuddled closer to Seifer and pet through his hair that had slowly been getting long since he go there are the beginning of summer. It was starting to get shaggy, and he definitely had bangs now. Soon it would be in his eyes a good bit and way over his ears. Mmm, it wasn't a bad thought either, Zexion mused. Shaggy blonde.

There was a sound of a door opening and a slightly amused Demyx stood in the doorframe. "Uh, well, Riku asked me to tell you... and Seifer, that classes were canceled for today. Y'know, in case you were wondering. Almost everyone has hangovers this morning from Squall's party and no one would've shown up to their lectures anyway. Sorry to bother you!" he added, flashing Zexion a bright grin that showed that he obviously wasn't part of the hung-over majority.

Muffled quiet settled over the dorm again and Seifer suddenly laughed softly under Zexion's petting hand. It seemed that he wasn't asleep anymore. "Thank god for that..." he muttered, keeping his eyes closed.

"Ahh, mornin' Seif..." Zexion only glanced at Seifer before turning a slight pink as he looked back at Demyx. "Thanks for telling us about the cancellation...wait, isn't today Sunday--shit I can't even keep track of the dates anymore..." Zexion muttered a bit to himself before quickly rolling away fro Seifer.

"I'll, just, eh, leave you two alone." piped up Demyx, hurriedly backtracking and shutting the door behind them. Seifer paid him no mind, grumbling and pulling Zexion back in. His eyes were foggy and expression a sleepy one.

"Would you stop moving? You're letting the warm get out." He mumbled, voice soft.

"Meh..." The freshman scooted back near Seifer. "You should grow your hair out a little bit..."

He nuzzled into Seifer's neck and slipped a hand into his hair stroking it almost lovingly-- almost. "It'd look--..." Zexion dozed off mid-sentence as the warmth enveloped him. He was more tired than he thought.

Seifer grunted drowsily in response, eyes fluttering shut once more. Burying his face into Zexion's hair, he sighed out and let himself fall back to sleep as well. The morning wore on for another hour or so.

Seifer, this time, woke up first. He felt the familiar feeling of a body pressed to his. It was comfortable, and he felt incredibly well rested. What had he done last night to deserve this pleasant awakening?

A small peek out of one eye gave him a full view of a purple-black head of hair. Ah yes. Zexion. Zexion in that tight police officer outfit. Zexion naked in bed. Mm. What a nice thing to wake up to, and the freshman looked so much more pleasant while asleep. Nevertheless, all good things were meant to come to an end. He nudged the smaller man, hands moving to squeeze the younger boy's sides. "Oh Zexy, wake up..."

Struggled movement ensued from the nudging and prodding. "Nnummphh," was the most intelligent reply uttered to the blonde, followed by vigorous cuddling into a strong chest. Light breaths could be heard in the stillness. The mass of purple-black hair was less jagged then normal and looked shaggier-- more average. However, unlike average hair, it was undeniably silky soft.

"Zeeeexion..." Seifer persisted, feathering his lips over the boy's ear while smiling fondly, reveling in the feeling of the soft dark hair brushing against his cheek. The fact that the freshman was such a hopeless cuddler was amusing. Using the blonde almost like a teddy-bear, it was the opposite reaction to what was expected from such an anti-social character.

"Wake up, Zexy." Realizing that his soft calls were being ignored, Seifer decided to take action. He sat up completely, releasing Zexion from his hold. Giving the other one last look over, the blonde grinned widely and grabbed the blanket, whipping it off the two of them and allowing the chilly morning air to sink in. "Wake UP, Zexy!"

"Fuck OFF, Seifer!" Zexion responded in a low rumble, turning to shove his head into the pillow, blocking out the light. He was most obviously not any easy waker. Especially after a long cuddling session, whether awake or asleep. Obviously, the boy had forgotten in kind of suit he had dozed off in during the night.

Zexion began mumbling incoherent nonsense into the pillow and wondered why Seifer wouldn't just be a good pillow and succumb to his drowsy desires, forgetting that he was actually still naked. He decided finally, there and then, that he could easily become accustomed to a nice toned chest and stomach pressed against him in the morning. And Seifer had both. Damn, did he have both...

"And why would I do that when I have you to fuck off?" replied Seifer easily, tossing the blanket to the floor and putting on hand on his bare hip. Modesty? Seifer had never even heard of the word.

He poked the grouchy Zexion with amusement. The man was quite cheery, to Zexion's displeasure. "Besides, it's time to get up. Y'know, things to do, people to see..."

"Mm, maybe we can compromise then..." Zexion started, groggily lifting his body half-way up. His eyes, half-lidded, stared into Seifer's and Zexion slid thin fingers into his bed-head.

"Want to hear the terms?" He continued to whisper; the psychologist always prided himself on adaptation, even if this relationship thing or physical thing or whatever the fuck it was, was new, he could deal with it.

Seifer obligingly lowered his head to Zexion's level, eyes half-closed, giving him a lazy, calm look. Rubbing the side of his face gently into Zexion's arm, the blonde quirked an eyebrow in curiosity, lowering his voice to a husky whisper as well. "Sure, let's hear 'em."

One arm had to remain bent and propped to the bed so that Seifer could stay up, but the other he proceeded to tuck around the freshman's bare waist, unable to resist keeping contact with the teen. Whatever Zexion was about to suggest, he had a feeling he would probably like it. To be honest, Seifer didn't feel like getting up, anyway. He had just acted on a whim of teasing his ... what was it, boyfriend now? Oh yes. That sounded nice in Seifer's mind. Zexion, his boyfriend.

"Mmm, lesse... First, you have to come with me to a hair place; I need to get my hair cut, seeing as how I'm considering chopping it down a little. Second, contrasting my cut of hair, I want you to promise to grow your out until it's nice and shaggy. Third...," Zexion started to grin evilly, "For the next 12 hours you will not be allowed to touch me or the clothes on me, in any way shape or form. Well, unless you don't think that you can do it..."

Seifer's eyebrows had continued to rise in intrigue during the hair discussion (shaggy hair? Whatever for?), then came right back down for the third term. A challenge, eh? He pouted slightly, running his lips down Zexion's arms, occasionally placing butterfly kisses at the soft skin. "Oh, but you are cruel."

He paused, lips poised right over the back of Zexion's elbow, blue eyes bright as he took in the freshman's evil little smirk. "What do I get out of this?"

"Hmm...for the 12 hours after you pass the terms, if you pass the terms, you can show me off in any display of public affection you want and I won't stop you. And as a bonus you could help get me dressed however you want so long that I have pants and a shirt on."

"Meaning..." Seifer made his way up the limb until their faces were inches apart. He smirked, a gesture equal to the one Zexion was sporting. "If I 'passed the terms', I could just fuck you senseless right against your door? In the hallway?"

"If I have a shirt and pants on, I'm sure you could try." Zexion smirked back blowing cool air across Seifer's lips.

That was the answer Seifer had been waiting for. He licked his lips briefly, thinking it over. It didn't require much thought, though.

"Deal." The blonde whispered, then glanced up at the wall clock. "The twelve hours will start at noon, which is in... about forty-five minutes. Which is more than enough time... for me to properly greet you and bid you good morning."

Seifer looked back to Zexion, blowing a warm puff of air back across to the other's lips in retaliation.

"Oh perfect, that gives me just about enough time to nap before needing to wake up." Zexion lay back down, hair splaying across the pillow as he wrapped an arm around Seifer's middle and dragged him down forcefully.

Seifer stopped himself from being pushed down. He was stronger than the freshman, after all. The time of Zexion running the show was over. He chuckled easily, his own arm that was laced around Zexion's hips tightening. "Ah, no, don't think you can get away with that."

Throwing a leg over Zexion's, Seifer pressed his bare body to his, trapping the psychologist, and grinned. "Naptime's over."

"But Seify...I'm still sleeepy.." The freshman protested weakly. Protesting was getting harder by the moment as Seifer's naked skin pressed heatedly against his own.

"You can sleep after noon, Zexy..." replied Seifer then, not allowing any more talk as he pressed his lips gently to Zexion's, finally lowering himself down onto the bed and freeing his other arm. A hand slunk into the dark silky strands, pulling Zexion's head closer, making the kiss deeper.

For the next 45 minutes, Seifer was determined to make his mark and at least go out with a bang.

Zexion moaned and slipped his tongue-in-training into the warm cavern of Seifer's mouth, searching its pink depths. He slipped his soft hands over Seifer's smooth ass, now a little more experienced at that, and squeezed it gently, grinning at the reactions he was getting. He moved one of his hands up Seifer's back and snaked it into his hair, pulling lightly on it, crushing their faces closer together.

Seifer, on the other hand, was more than eager to kiss the morning away, but he had places he needed to be going. Like Zexion's neck. Turning his head away, he latched onto the sensitive skin right beneath the younger boy's ear, giving one gentle bite there before moving down to his initial destination.

His white teeth flashes briefly in the morning sun as he latched right onto Zexion's neck, marking the place and the teen as his own before releasing the red skin and sucking gently on it, all the while slipping a hand past Zex's waist to return the favor and squeeze at the freshman's bottom. Zexion probably wouldn't be happy later about the hickey, but Seifer had been wanting to do that for a while now.

Zexion was moaning particularly loudly during the marking ceremony, if one could call it that. If he had the ability to cast his gaze down, he would have been sure to see Seifer's blazingly white-toothed devilish grin. Zexion bucked his hips up into Seifer's at the butt grabbing and ran his once ass-prone hand up the contour of Seifer's spine.

"Fuck Sei..." The freshman uttered raspily as they continued their invigorating exploration into the human physical form. It was, in fact, a very efficient one-on-one course.

Seifer purred against his neck in response, lips shifting down to the bare collar-bone to thoroughly suck and lick away at the flesh there. Here he had his, note, his Zexion splayed out beneath him, moaning unbelievably loud (which was good, Seifer liked 'em vocal) and looking undeniably sexy. Things couldn't go wrong.

Boom.

There was an earth-shattering thud from the room next to theirs. Like a body being thrown into the wall. Seifer abruptly halted, poised right over Zexion, shocked from his lust by a sudden yell that followed shortly afterwards. It was too muffled to discern words, but whoever it was, they sounded pissed.

"What the hell--" Zexion began, nonchalantly tugging his blanket over his lower half, then casting his glance up to meet Seifer's. "Seifer! You're a fucking RC, or whatever, go do something and stop sitting there scowling!"

"RA." Seifer corrected almost automatically, giving Zexion one last look over before eventually rolling off the bed and grabbing his pants. There was nothing for it; he did have to go see what the hell was going on. Tugging on the damnably tight pants with only a slight bit of difficulty, he ran one hand over his hair before grabbing Zexion's wrist and dragging him out of the room.

"You're coming with." He said as they stormed out.

"The hell," Zexion began, desperately clutching at the blanket that he had just managed to wrap around his waist, "You are going to drag me out there practically naked?"

Zexion was scowling slightly; fuck it all--it was 11:40. He groaned and felt himself get dragged into the hall with Seifer. He did, however, manage to straighten his hair out a little bit. It look nice and casual, not gelled or pointed look to it, just a soft, long, mass of hair covering one cloudy eye.

"Damn right I am, and you're not going to complain about it." Seifer replied steadily, releasing Zexion as soon as they made it out into the hall. It seemed peaceful enough, but the door to Demyx's room was open. Frowning slightly, Seifer noted the still silence before poking his head in.

Demyx was sitting on the floor by Roxas, who was sporting a blood nose and a cut lip. He definitely looked a little worse for wear, but luckily, the fashion-major had brought up an ice pack to place on the shorter blonde's head.

Seifer didn't like the look of this. He frowned. "The fuck is going on here?"

"Seif... um..." Demyx stumbled over his words, looking a little frightened of the RA's presence. Something was up.

Zexion walked in next to Seifer shortly after Demyx began stumbling to find the words. "Yeah, Seif...um...Why the fuck am I here again?" He said huffily, crossing his arms cutely--no, sexily, standing there only in a make-shift skirt thing. The close proximity of the dorm room was only adding to the oddness of the entire situation.

"Oh good..." the beaten up Roxas suddenly spoke up, glaring over at Zexion. "You're here. Fucker."

"Ok, hold up, what the hell is going on?" Seifer interrupted, holding up a hand and glancing back at Zexion curiously before focusing on the two blondes that were seated on the floor.

Demyx ran a hand over his hair. "... Riku beat him up. They were having a fight over..." He looked up to Zexion briefly before turning his eyes away. "... and Roxas didn't help matters and Riku just kinda blew up."

"Demyx, what the hell are you on about?!" Zexion was utterly confused, and his eyes pinned Demyx to the floor. He wondered what the hell was up with this odd morning. Nothing was making any sense. 11:46.

"Riku beat you up over Zexion?" Seifer caught on quick. "Why?"

Roxas wiped the blood away from his still dripping lip and shrugged. "I thought you knew." Demyx suddenly looked spooked, glancing up at the intimidating Seifer. How the RA could pull off intimidating with bed-head hair and wearing unzipped leather pants and no shirt was a mystery.

"The hell was I suppose to know? Roxas, why'd he slam you into a wall?"

The grim smile on Roxas's face grew as his eyes grew dark. "I let him know that you and Zexy hooked up last night after you left the party early. Jealousy's a bitch, I gotta say."

12:01. Time moved very quickly from glaring to some sputtering of words. Zexion grinned viciously. "So, Riku has a thing for me--hmm, well he is pretty hot. I mean, I wouldn't really mind so much if..." he trailed his voice off suggestively, walking over to Roxas' fallen form.

"Want me to make that cut all better?" His grin only widened.

"No." Roxas grunted, eyeing Zexion with disgust. "I want you to get the fuck away from me."

Seifer stood a little perturbed. A little annoyed, even. Maybe. He should have seen this coming, because the freshman's statement told him everything he needed to know. He was fast on the update. Zexion always wanted to pull out the damn little tricks on him. He had a feeling the next twelve hours would be war. Zexion wasn't going to be the nice little boyfriend, apparently. Well then. War it was. Seifer would have to pay Riku a visit sometime soon.

"Oh, I dunno, I'm just so dark and secluded--I can't stand missing out on such fresh blood." Zexion's tongue was on the wound faster than any of them could blink, languidly sucking at the worst of it, gaze only flashing to Seifer's once, pompously. He knew that Roxas couldn't be too much of a problem; it wasn't that he was small or anything, but he'd just been beat up pretty well. And Zexion had a talented tongue.

Which was probably why the clenched fist that flew right into the side of his skull seemed to come out of left field. Roxas's eyes were aflame with anger and he stood up, furiously wiping off whatever remains of Zexion were left on his wound as he towered over the other freshman.

"I said..." he growled slowly, making sure that Zexion got the message. "... to get the fuck away from me. Now I want you to get the fuck out of my fucking room, because whatever the fuck your problem is, I don't want any part of it, you sick fuck."

Seifer almost whistled in admiration. That boy certainly knew how to drop the f-bomb with the grace of a ballerina.

Zexion almost wanted to start laughing at the oddly hysterical scene. He kept the laugh in check though. He did gain a small headache of sorts. He stood up, glancing towards Seifer only minimally as he brushed by him and back into his own room.

Zexion almost considered not doing what he was about to do, but he and Seifer weren't formally together yet, right? Zexion couldn't really remember, but he had some cruel pranks to play and some horizons to expand. He'd be sure to gain some decently calculated consent previously to make sure of no error.

This is the last of the pre-written BitN chapters OTL. Even worse, the co-author and I haven't been talking or writing at all lately, so I don't even know when the next update is going to be. Sorry, guys. But don't consider this fic dead yet! There's still hope! xD