Chapter 4

AN: Hai ^^ wow I'm really churning out this one, neh? *sweatdrops* Maybe I should focus on the others a little more… Eheh. OMG I can't believe I haven't put the dedication in yet! I'm so sorry must rectify! This entire fic is dedicated to Rubber Ducker for writing the first ever Seiner that I read. You probably don't know it's dedicated to you, but… Here it is. So enjoy, endure and float boats, my dearies.

Warning: Green citrus fruit

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The next evening, as Hayner bid farewell to Pence and Olette and started home, he silently wondered whether he should go to the alley to meet Seifer after all, or just concentrate on getting home before his new curfew. To tell the truth, he was curious as to whether the older male would turn up. A part of him, that tiny 'voice of reason' told him that if he went there, Seifer would probably not be there and if he was, he'd make him late for his curfew or kidnap him or something. That would be interesting, though… He shook his head. He wouldn't go to the alley. He wouldn't. Yeah, and Kingdom Hearts is really made of green cheese. That little voice scoffed. He cheerily told it to shut up and just walked faster.

Moaning, Hayner ground his hips against Seifer's, revelling in the feeling of that slim body against his. He absently wondered where the taller male's hand was going and suddenly gasped the older boy's name as he felt those slender fingers hook under the waistband of his cut-offs and grasp his length, fisting it firmly, eliciting an ecstatic yell from him. Hayner fastened his lips onto Seifer's neck, biting and sucking to raise a lovebite.

"Uhn… Seifer…" he groaned as he felt himself nearing completion. The taller of the two smirked through his lust and stopped moving his hand, gaining a frustrated whimper from the younger. Hayner thrust his hips forwards, trying to get more of that delicious friction, but Seifer moved with him and he bit his lip, throwing his head back and mewling with need.

"Are you going to come for me, Hayner?" Seifer murmured seductively, his eyes hooded.

"Gaah… Nngh…Yes!" Hayner screamed as he felt Seifer slowly, torturously rub his member again. "Aah… ah… Seifer!" he moaned loudly as he came, collapsing forwards to wrap his arms even tighter around the taller male's middle. As the haze began to clear from his mind, with dawning horror he realised what had just happened. He'd just… And Seifer… Oh my God what the hell? Seifer just gave me a hand job… and I let him? What happened to us hating each others' guts? Do I still hate him? I think so… I just… Shit, I like him too. I like Seifer. And I still hate him. Crap… He groaned inwardly, stiffening.

"I still hate you, you know." Seifer mumbled, sounding almost embarrassed. And confused. Hayner could guess that the same thoughts were running through his mind, too.

"Hate you too." He replied as Seifer slowly lowered him back onto his feet. Their lips met one more time before he pulled away to leave. "See you."

Once he got home, he slammed his bedroom door and slid down it, tugging at his own hair.

"Dammit." He whispered fiercely. "Fuck, shit, bollocks. Crap…"

"Why are you swearing so much?" Hayner's little sister asked through the door. "Did you break up with your girlfriend?"

"Olette isn't my girlfriend!" he shouted, accidentally bashing his head against the door as he straightened.

"Then what's wrong?"

"Just leave me alone, Sis." He heard a petulant sigh and tiny footsteps. Thank God she'd decided to take the hint this time. He really needed to get his head straight. Bad choice of words, he found himself thinking. Smiling wryly, he sighed. Ok, so he liked Seifer. No, wait, did he? Not particularly… In truth it was probably just lust. Well that was one thing sorted out. He definitely found Seifer attractive (but then he'd always kinda known he was good looking). So he basically wanted Seifer's body. He nearly laughed at that thought, finding it inexplicably funny. Ok, next problem. Do I still hate him? He tried to analyse his own feelings but was currently finding it almost impossible as every time he thought of Seifer, several dozen images would pop into his head, most involving no clothes. Eventually he decided that he most likely didn't hate Seifer any more, but he still didn't much like him. Other than sexually. Pressing on his eyes with the heels of his hands, he groaned softly with frustration. He'd never really been the type to sit down and think through something for too long (too long being more than five minutes). Having an impulse, thinking for five seconds and then acting on it anyway was his general idea of how to work things. Of course, the perfect person to ask would have been Olette, but Hayner would rather have been slow roasted than tell either of his two friends what he was doing with their supposed enemy. "Oh gods, what the fuck am I getting into?" he groaned, covering his eyes with his hands. Seifer… Goddammit, brain, shut up! He sighed and rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers, dropping his hands to rest his forearms on his knees and stare dully out of the window. What the fuck were his hormones doing to him? He'd never liked anyone before. In that way. And now… it was like every time Seifer touched him, he would set on fire and turn into a raging ball of lust. It wasn't altogether unpleasant, but… why Seifer? Of all the people in Twilight Town (which wasn't actually very many), why his worst enemy? They'd been making pretty much full body contact for years now, and neither of them had ever shown even the slightest interest in the other's body; other than to bruise, scar or simply pummel to a pulp. And now whenever they saw each other, they couldn't seem to keep their hands off of each other. Hayner would have liked to think it was just Seifer; that the older male was the only one really starting all of this, but he'd never really been any good at lying, even to himself. He was really getting in at the deep end. First proper kiss, make-out session and… more… with his supposed arch nemesis. Exhaling deeply again, he rose to his feet and drifted to the window, gazing out at the street below. Maybe if he hadn't been so stupid as to fall out in the first place, none of this would have happened. But you're glad it did, aren't you?

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AN: Ok, so… about the whole half term thing giving me more time. Turns out that was a lie, cos I've been able to relax for about three and a half hours in all, what with coursework and meeting my second cousin for the first time in my life (who just happens to be incredibly awesome and has offered to help my sister and me set up a spice merchants' business, despite the fact that we're only younglings) and going to London again(!!!!) I miss my beloved London sometimes… the mystery of what kind of vegetable went into that salad thing… Ah, reminiscing. Enough! So, didja like? If so, have a scone! If not, also have a scone for putting up with it! But srsly, if you didn't like, why keep reading up to chapter four…? Meh, not my beeswax. ^^ Review if it floats a fleet but Davy Jones doesn't mind whatever. I make no sense but that's because, once again, I stayed up waaaaaaayyyy too late (early?...) to write this. I luvs ya allz!