Chapter 3

AN: This one has a little more interaction between our beloved pair… Speaking interaction, you dirty peoples. The lemon will come later. Muhahaha *evil grin* I refuse to do any more disclaimers! I have said it all in previous chapters. Go look if you don't believe me. ^^ Now, Seifer, be so kind as to do the warning, please.

Seifer: Don't patronise me, you stupid Chicken W- *Hayner claps hand over mouth*

Hayner: Don't be stupid; call her that and she'll probably write that you die.

Seifer: She wouldn't dare. *glares*

Leccy: Oh yeah? *grabs quill and ink* Wanna bet, beanie boy?

Seifer: Grr!

Hayner: *restrains Seifer* Shounen ai, lime, discussions… etcetera. Now come on, Seifer!

Leccy: Finally. Ok, on with the show

Dedicated to: Bonfiore's Girl for author alert listing me and being awesome!

"Whoa, dude, where'd you get that hickey?" Pence demanded, pulling down the upturned collar of Hayner's shirt.

"What hickey?" Olette's face suddenly appeared over Pence's shoulder, looking inquisitive.

"It's nothing." Hayner rubbed his neck self-consciously, flushing slightly. "I actually got to sleep last night and when I woke up I was falling out of bed and I hit my neck on the nightstand. It's nothing to get all excited about."

"Hayner, that is so not a bruise. Tell us who the lucky girl is." Olette teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously as Pence hid a chuckle behind his hand.

"It's not a girl!" he protested.

"So it's a guy, then?" Olette's eyes widened. "Oh my God, Pence, did you go and vampire him?" Pence almost leapt away.

"Oh, Gods, no. Ew… seriously, Olette, how could you even think that…?" Olette just grinned. Hayner rolled his eyes.

"It wasn't Pence."

"So now you're admitting it was someone." The brunette girl turned and smiled appealingly at the woebegone boy.

"No… I told you I fell out of bed!" he snapped. "Just leave it, ok?"

"Jeez, sorry, man… Didn't mean to rile you up about it…" Pence rubbed the back of his neck and Olette hugged Hayner in apology.

"Sorry. Alright, we'll stick with you falling out of bed. But that doesn't mean we can't think otherwise." She smiled again, obviously teasing. Hayner groaned and dropped his head into his hands.

"Just so long as you do your thinking elsewhere." Unbidden, the memory of Seifer's lips on his came back and he blushed faintly, unsure of why it made his insides squirm so much. And not unpleasantly.

"C'mon, let's go to the sandlot." Pence suggested, throwing his arms in the air. Hayner and Olette both stared at him. He was supposed to be the pacifist, not the one suggesting they actually go out and look for a fight. "I just wanna see if Hayner can scare off Seifer again." He mumbled, lowering his arms.

"Bet you three munny that he can." Olette said quickly.

"Deal."

"So what happened to confidence in your friends?" Hayner asked the world in general. "You guys shouldn't be betting on whether I can stare down Seifer again or not." He shook his head and leapt to his feet. "However…" he grinned. "I bet you both five munny that he's gonna do something weird."

"Weird like how?" Olette blinked and tilted her head to one side.

"I dunno… he's just been acting really strange recently." Hayner rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, he tried to pick a fight with me when I was on my way home last night, and he never seems to bother doing that when he's by himself normally."

"Oh my God, Seifer gave you that hickey?" Olette squealed, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.

"It's not a frickin' hickey, alright?"

"Fine. Lovebite, then."

"So you actually think that Seifer is just gonna come at me out of nowhere, give me a hickey and then just run off again? Just how much ice cream have you been eating this morning?"

"So now you're saying it is a lovebite? Hayner, I'm not quite getting you this morning." Olette smiled almost sympathetically, reaching out to pat his cheek.

"Ok, fine, it's a hickey." He snapped, turning away as his face flamed. Pence shrugged.

"Your business, Hayner. If you don't want us to know, it's ok. We're your friends. We're not gonna go all haywire just cos you don't tell us all your secrets."

"No, it's ok." Hayner sighed, turning back to them. "I didn't mean to get all pissy. I'm just really confused. I mean, I've never thought of this kid in that way. At all. And all of a sudden they come flying along out of nowhere and start kissing the hell outta me."

"There's more than one?" Olette teased. Hayner rolled his eyes.

"No, I'm just not telling you his gender… damn." He dropped his head into his hands again as Pence started laughing.

"Don't worry; even if you like guys it don't matter. We're all friends anyway." Olette suddenly stifled a laugh.

"What?" Hayner gritted his teeth and turned to glare at her. Giggling, she glanced at Pence and opened her mouth.

"If you were gay, that'd be o-"

"Dammit, Olette. Shut up." Hayner squirmed, blushing a humiliating shade of red. The truth was, he'd never considered the idea; he'd always just assumed he was straight and would get into all that girlfriend/boyfriend stuff later, when he didn't have anything more important to do. Like beat Seifer's ass into the ground.

"No, seriously, it doesn't matter which way you swing. So long as you don't like me or Pence in that way, we'll all be fine. I mean," she started to amend that sentence.

Don't worry about it, Lettie. I know what you mean."

"That sentence kinda came out terribly, didn't it?" she muttered, flushing slightly and rubbing the back of her neck.

"But… I just don't know. I always thought I'd like girls, if I ever ended up liking anyone in that way. And now I'm just… confused." He finished lamely, absently rubbing the purple mark again. Shaking his head, he stood. "Let's go to the sandlot, then. Still betting I can stare him down again?" He flashed a grin, baring his teeth. Pence raised one eyebrow and nodded, smirking back as Olette winked and did a little twirl. "C'mon then. We'll see what the fairy boy does this time."

As Hayner strode confidently out onto the sandlot with Olette and Pence, he saw Seifer across the square, leaning against the wall with Rai and Fuu on either side of him. As the three friends marched over to the 'Disciplinary Committee' Seifer emitted a piercing wolf whistle.

"Nice hickey you got there, lamer." Hayner clenched his fists but rather than letting himself go into aggressive mode, he forced a sarcastic grin.

"You'd know, wouldn't you, Fairy boy?" the only warning he got was a slight tightening around the older teen's eyes. Then he was being knocked backwards, onto the sand with Seifer on top of him, punching his face. As he fell, Hayner drew his legs up, managing to hook them under the heavier boy and kicking him away, feeling his head crack as he hit the ground before rolling up, glaring daggers at Seifer, who was already on his feet and running at him. He leapt nimbly out of the way, feeling blood trickle down his upper lip from a nosebleed. Dashing it away, he kicked out at Seifer, who blocked it and responded with a punch. But he threw too much of his body into it and stumbled when Hayner quickly ducked and darted away. Taking advantage of his enemy's sudden unbalance, Hayner turned and kicked him in the side, pulling his leg back fast enough that Seifer didn't grab hold of his foot and send him sprawling. He wasn't making that mistake again. Swiftly stepping forwards, he lashed out at Seifer, knowing that he had the advantage for a rare moment. What he hadn't prepared for, though, was when Seifer suddenly spun, grabbed his legs and swung him over his shoulder before dumping him on his backside in the dust, making him wince. The taller boy stood over him, smirking through a split lip and bruised eye. To Hayner's sudden shock, he dropped down, straddling him, and leaned down to whisper into the brown-eyed boy's rapidly reddening ear.

"No one calls me a fairy and gets away with it, Chicken Wuss. You'd better watch out or I might do more than give you a hickey." Suddenly Hayner's eyebrows snapped together and he shoved the older boy off of him, scowling ferociously.

"Get off me, you pervert!" Scrambling up, he felt Seifer's eyes on his back as he turned to leave. "Stupid fairy boy." He muttered, making sure it was loud enough to reach the other's ears. "C'mon, guys. Let's leave the losers to it." Olette and Pence exchanged a glance, the younger boy frowning slightly before following him.

"Hey, Hayner?" Pence started timidly after the blonde boy had calmed down a bit.

"Mm?" Hayner turned to face him, a sea salt ice cream hanging out of his mouth. "Um… What did you mean when Seifer started teasing you?"

"Huh?" Hayner removed the ice lolly from his mouth. "What're you talking about?" Pence could tell that the brown-eyed teenager wasn't faking; he'd completely forgotten. That was the wonderful thing about having a selective memory like his. He could either forget or warp embarrassing moments within his mind.

"Well, when he commented on your hickey, you said 'You'd know, wouldn't you?' I was just wondering what you meant…" he glanced away, feeling nervous for some reason. Probably because Hayner had been so touchy earlier. He'd been on the receiving end of one of that kid's punches once and had instantly realised he didn't really want to be again.

"Oh… Um…" Hayner rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"I was right earlier, wasn't I?" Olette joined the conversation from her magazine, twirling a strand of hair absently around one finger.

"Uh, when?" Hayner frowned, trying to remember.

"When I said Seifer gave you it. He did, didn't he?"

"What the fuck, Olette?" Hayner exploded, nearly dropping his ice cream. Pence leaned away slightly to avoid being hit by said cold mass when Hayner stormed out.

"What a bastard." Olette remarked calmly. Pence whipped around to stare at her. "What? Oh, no, not Hayner. Seifer. I mean, we all knew he was an idiot before, but… he's messing with Hayner's head. Didn't you see how much he was blushing when Seifer sat on him today. He's never done that before. Sure, he's turned red, but it was always angry rather than embarrassed." Pence nodded.

"You're right." Glancing in the direction their friend had left, he asked, "D'you think we should follow him?"

"No, let him blow off his own steam."

Hayner stomped out of the 'Usual Spot' and down a few twists and turns, not really caring where he ended up, muttering about that stupid bastard Seifer. Almost as soon as he had uttered the name, the being appeared and slammed him into a wall. Not again… He inwardly groaned. Seifer had his hand around his jaw, pinning him to the wall and pressing against him. He felt the older teen's breath below his ear, sending shivers up his spine. Every time he struggled, the hand partway around his throat would tighten slightly until he gave up on that idea and hung limp but tense, pushing himself into the wall.

"I told you what would happen if you told anyone, Chicken Wuss." Seifer murmured menacingly, seductively, his breath ghosting over Hayner's ear. "But you just didn't listen. Maybe I should teach you a lesson…" Suddenly he took Hayner's earlobe between his teeth and bit down hard, making him cry out in pain. "Hurt, did it?" he whispered. "Maybe you'd prefer this." He quickly nipped Hayner's throat, eliciting a small gasp from the younger boy. Seifer emitted a dark chuckle before sucking and biting at a spot just below Hayner's jaw, raising another lovebite. Hayner felt his brain turning to jelly just like the last time, and resolved to do something about it. Tangling his fingers in the other's hair, managing to keep a grip on reality by biting his tongue, he yanked hard. Seifer swore and promptly released him, clutching at his head. "You little-"

"Cut the crap, Seifer." Hayner cut him off coldly, his brown eyes hard. "What the hell is this all about?" the taller male made to shove him against the wall again, but he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes in the way that had made him pause earlier.

"What are you talking about?" Seifer muttered, glancing away.

"Oh, come on, douchebag!" Hayner rolled his eyes. "You tried to kiss me, made out with me, started flirting in the middle of a fight and now you want to have another make-out session. What the fuck's that all about? Do you like me, or are you trying to mess with my head or what?"

"Of course I don't like you!" Seifer looked almost disgusted, whether with the idea of liking Hayner or a guy in general, Hayner couldn't tell. "I'm not gay!" Well that answered that one. Hayner rolled his eyes again.

"Jeez, get outta the closet, man. We all know you liked that teacher a couple years back and you were practically all over that little brunette kid a while ago. So cut the bullshit and tell me: do you like me or not?"

"I don't like you." Seifer repeated, but he didn't meet Hayner's brown eyes. Something inside clenched in anger and the younger male turned on his heel to stalk off.

"Well at least's that's sorted, then. I don't see any point in making out with someone who hates me as much as I hate him. Besides, even if you like guys, I don't really think I do." He felt a hand on his shoulder spin him around.

"God, you're such a little liar!" Seifer hissed, his eyes blazing. "I mean, Jeez Louise, you started moaning last time so don't pretend you didn't like it."

"Yeah. I liked it." Hayner raised his eyebrows before scowling again. "But that doesn't mean I like you. Go find yourself another toy, Seifer."

"Oh, but I think this toy is one of the most entertaining ones so far." Seifer grinned maliciously, running a hand down Hayner's neck, sending a lustful shudder throughout the smaller boy's body.

"Well then you'd better start telling the truth."

Seifer sighed and half-closed his eyes, looking downwards. Taking a breath, he raised his head and held Hayner's gaze steadily.

"Ok. I think you're really cute and it's confusing the hell outta me and all I really feel like doing anymore is fucking you into the mattress. Truthful enough for you?" Hayner stared at him, dumbstruck, for a moment. Then he grinned a little shakily.

"Er… yeah…"

"Don't laugh at me." Seifer snapped irritably, glaring again.

"I wasn't laughing, douchebag. I'm just not sure whether to believe you or not." Hayner snarled back, clenching his fists.

"You want me to turn you back into a useless, moaning heap of lust again to prove it?" Seifer asked bluntly. Tempting… Goddammit, brain, shuddup! "The look on your face just then said 'yes'." He grinned and suddenly pressed his lips to Hayner's once again, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. For a stunned moment, the younger blonde just stood still whilst Seifer ravished his mouth, indeed reducing him to a pathetic, gasping, hormonal lump. Then something in his mind clicked and he reciprocated more eagerly than he'd expected, sliding his arms around the taller male's neck and running his fingers through the other's pale hair, pulling off the hat and dropping it to the floor. He let the older boy back him up to the wall again, finding its cool presence at his back a comforting anchor to reality. Seifer's hands ran all over his back, from trailing through his hair and down his neck to groping his ass, every tiny touch setting the air around him on fire, moans and whimpers escaping between his gasping breaths. He had no idea what kind of trick Seifer was using to make him feel so hot and helpless, but he didn't particularly care; it looked like the taller blonde was in much the same predicament.

Ten minutes later, Hayner's pocket vibrated and started yelling,

"Spider pig, spider pig, does whatever a Spider pig does! Can he swing from a web, no he can't-" He fumbled with the zip on his pocket and pulled it out, his hands trembling as he pressed the 'accept call' button, immediately cursing himself for not simply 'ignoring' it.

"H-hello?" he heard his voice crack slightly as Seifer recovered from his startled silence and licked his neck slowly upwards.

"Hayner? Where are you?" his mother's voice was almost panicky.

"I'm-I'm on my way back…" he quickly covered the mouthpiece to hide his sudden moan as Seifer created yet another purple bruise on his neck.

"Hayner? Are you alright? Where are you? Do you want me to come pick you up?"

"I-I'm fine… I'm just… about ten minutes away…" he trailed off into another gasp as Seifer's hands ran up his sides, hitching him higher around the taller boy's waist. Snapping the phone shut, he shook the lusty haze out of his mind, trying to keep a grip on reality as his rival lightly ran his teeth over his collarbone. "Uhn… Ah, Seifer…" he tried to speak but was cut off with a gasp as the older teen claimed his lips once more. He felt his lower lip get nipped suddenly, the pain grounding him again. When had Seifer's hands gotten up his shirt? When had he gotten hard? When Seifer's tongue entered his mouth again, he bit down hard enough to hurt, but not enough to actually puncture the tender skin.

"What the fuck was that for?" Seifer swore, clutching at his mouth.

"Don't be such a baby." Hayner snapped back. "I have to get home."

"Tell 'em you're staying at one of your stupid friends' houses."

"No. She'll call and they'll cover for me, then demand to know why."

"So tell 'em. Not like they'll believe you." Seifer shrugged, a lovebite evident from where Hayner had finally paid him back for the other night.

"I'm not spending the night with you, Seifer." Hayner tried to push the older boy away. "Put me down." He grumbled, still painfully aware of how tight his pants had gotten.

"Nuh-uh." Seifer grinned cockily. "I'm not letting you go 'til you promise to come back tomorrow night, sweetheart." He teasingly rubbed his nose against Hayner's, who blinked and felt an idea pop into his head. Suddenly moving forwards, he crushed their lips together, feeling Seifer's body relax into his, a small groan leaving the mouth of the taller of the two. Hayner forced himself not to give in to the self-instigated kiss and silently counted down in his head. Three, two, one… He pushed away the taller boy, bracing himself against the wall and landing on his feet. Smirking victoriously, he spun and stalked off.

"Didn't promise, Seifer." He called over his shoulder. Let that bastard think he had him in the palm of his hand. He knew now what made the leader of the Disciplinary Committee itch.

When he got home, Hayner almost regretted declining Seifer's suggestion of just skipping out. His mother, for what reason God only knew, blew a complete set of gaskets at him when he walked through the door, eventually sending him to his room with 'no supper', which meant that his little sister would end up sneaking him a packet of biscuits or something later. God bless Selphie. Examining his neck in the mirror, he counted three new hickeys and mentally kicked himself. He'd have to remind Seifer to be less vicious next time- hang on, what was he saying 'next time'?! There wasn't going to be a next time! Seifer was his rival. His enemy. He's one hell of a lot more than that. That little 'voice of reason' muttered under his breath, making Hayner grit his teeth. Shuddup, brain!

AN: So… Chapter 3. I'm moderately proud of it compared to the other two. I don't think I OOC-ed as much. But then again, I may be wrong. But you don't really see enough of Seifer to OOC him too much. I mean, you can tell 'what kind of guy' he is, but there's still room to move within that. I quite liked the ending. Nevertheless, scones to you, my beloveds, and extra jam with them if you review. I'm not gonna do an 'unless I get blah blah reviews I'm not posting', cos I never stick to them anyway. If I like, I post. If I'm bored I don't. Besides, I like this one enough to continue it. I'm intrigued as to where it's going. Originally, it wasn't quite like this, but times change and Seifer just went and dragged Hayner off to have his wicked way with him… Too bad he turned down the offer. That wasn't supposed to happen either. Oh well, whenever you're ready, guys.

Hayner: Thank you so much. *rolls eyes*

Seifer: How about now? *leers*

Hayner: *smacks Seifer in the face* douchebag…

I know Selphie's not Hayner's little sis, but I thought she'd be quite fun. Yes, she can be perceptive at times… Um… Can I withhold that statement until further notice?

Oh yeah… Weeping Angels is still in progress but my inspiration packed up to go to France so I'm struggling without it. I think my friend stole it. May have to ask for it back… Yeah, anyway, I'm sorry I haven't updated that one recently; I'm kinda writers blocked for that one right now. But it will be continued! And soon I hope! Especially seeing as I'm on half term right now so I'll have a bit more time.