Full theme was "just drunk enough". Slightly different dynamic between the two this time.

Theme provided by: the oompa loompa's are evil

Rating: T

012. Enough

There was a big difference between being too drunk, and just drunk enough. Seifer understood this, after far too many mornings waking up in a strange place with no recollection of the night before and half a dozen voicemails on his phone from his friends. That was definitely a case of too drunk. He'd gotten smarter about it, and tonight, as the bass thrummed up through the floor, he was quite certain he was precisely drunk enough to enjoy himself. That is, until he noticed a familiar figure in the crowd. No amount of alcohol could possibly be enough to dull his senses to the point where he wasn't absurdly turned on by watching Hayner dance. If he didn't go over there and do something about it he would certainly end up an alcoholic, so it was in his best interests.

To his surprise, Hayner also seemed drunk enough to let him dance alongside the younger man. Either that, or he'd always harbored the want to have Seifer's hands on him and he just never mentioned that. The drunk theory was a lot less obnoxious, the scarred man thought to himself as he slipped his hands under the lithe blond's black tank top. Even in the darkness lit by brief flashes of neon colors he could see the pupils in those pretty brown eyes expanding. Before long the smaller man was leading him by the hand into a dark corner so he could shove him against the wall hard enough to be painful. With him it was always hard to tell if he was angry or not; Hayner had always been an oddly aggressive person given his slight figure, even if he was a lot taller now.

"What exactly do you want, Seifer?" He hisses, and it's harsh but doesn't have that black undercurrent of rage he's so used to.

"Well if we're being honest all of a sudden I want to date you, but failing that I think I've made it pretty obvious I want to have sex with you."

Dark lashes fluttered rapidly in confusion as the other took this in, mouth creasing into a suspicious frown. He's still pressing the scarred blond into the wall, body warm against his, and it's distracting as hell. The need to touch him, kiss him, do something was almost insurmountable, but he wasn't drunk enough to think this was the time to do that sort of thing.

"If all I ever needed to do was get you drunk to make you ask me out, I would have done so a long time ago. You're going to take me home, we're not going to have sex, and tomorrow you're taking me out to dinner. Understand?" He said finally, quirking one sandy-blond eyebrow interrogatively.

"Are you always this bossy in a relationship, or just when you've been drinking? I like it."

"The former, so you'd damn well better keep liking it. Come on, we're taking a taxi home because you're just drunk enough for me not to trust you to drive."

"Chickadee, do me a favor? Shut the fuck up for a moment," he snaps finally, leaning forward to kiss him just to make sure he follows the suggestion.

He can instantly taste the alcohol that the other male has been consuming; apparently he has a thing for strawberry vodka which is pretty much gayer than making out with another guy in a gay club. Under that is the sharp bite of something harder, though he's not a big liquor drinker so he can't tell what it is. Seifer can faintly detect something smoother, like honey but not as sweet, and he has to guess that's what his rival normally tastes like when he's not drunk. It's a good hypothesis but it'll need more data to back it up, and he was way too sober if he's thinking about this.

Instead of letting his mind run away from him he grabs Hayner's hand and takes his turn leading the brown-eyed man through the crowd toward the exit. As he carries the other up the stairs to his apartment after Hayner fell asleep in the car, he wonders just what the hell tomorrow is going to be like.

He woke up with a moderate hangover, finding his bed strangely warm and his pillow larger than he remembered it. Then he opened his eyes and remembered that he went home with Seifer after dancing with and kissing him. And is currently curled into him, head on his broad chest. Blushing slightly, he moved to sit up and watch the older blond for a bit. He's never gotten to see Seifer when he doesn't have a mask on; even last night when he was vaguely intoxicated he barely let it slip. When he doesn't have a scowl or a smirk on his face he's actually beautiful in a brutal way, which is an odd adjective for a guy but it's true. Not that he wasn't attractive normally, because of course he was, but it was more of a dominant, sex-charged kind of appeal. Not the graceful, quiet kind of gorgeous he exhibited when he didn't know anyone was looking. Maybe this was what nature photographers felt like when they finally got to see the secret behavior of whatever they've been watching for years.

Just as he expected, Seifer's the kind of person who doesn't wake up slowly, it's a sudden thing, complete with a gasp that sounds half-afraid. Poor guy probably suffered from nightmares on a nightly basis. Life as an infamous badass wasn't nearly as easy as people made it out to be, he could tell just by the scars he can see in the late morning light.

"Morning, you alright, Seif?"

"'M fine. You?" He mumbled, sitting up and running a hand through his hair.

"Fantastic. Do you remember last night, or no?"

"Of course I remember it, I really didn't have that much to drink."

"So you were just drunk enough to finally break down and hit on me in a way that wasn't violent? You're mean, by the way, making me wait this long."

"You know it's socially acceptable for the bottom in the relationship to ask out the top, right? We're not in the nineteenth century."

"Thank the gods, we'd be stoned and not in the recreational way. But seriously, I was not going to throw myself at you like a desperate coed. There's something to be said about making the other person want you."

He rolls his pale blue eyes, doing a pretty good impression of annoyed, but it falls short of what Hayner knows is his annoyed face. Seifer smiled at him before pressing him down into the mattress, tongue licking his mouth open with a practiced ease. Tangling his fingers in platinum blond hair he pulled roughly, prompting the older man to bite his lip in retaliation. They were both stripped down to their underwear and the skin-to-skin contact was beginning to get to be a problem.

"You're going to be that boyfriend that doesn't put out till the third date, aren't you?" The scarred blond asked once he finally pulled away to breathe.

"I think that's the general rule, Seifer. And no, last night doesn't count as one, because I know you're going to ask."

"Such a bitch."

"But you love it, obviously. Now shut up and make me breakfast."

He got out of bed, flipping Hayner off in a vain attempt to act like he wasn't following directions. The brown-eyed blond had always been the only one who could control the bully, and judging by the failed attempts by all the girlfriends and boyfriends before, it was going to stay that way. Neither of them particularly minded, and maybe that was the most telling.