Chapter 3

AN: Chapter three is up! I think that there's only gonna be one more chapter after this one, but I can't be sure. Enjoy!

"What? Oh gods, don't say you're the one…" Seifer trailed off. They stared, dumbstruck, at each other. And dammit, why'd they choose the one guy I happen to have a crush on but who also happens to hate my guts as much as I sometimes hate his? Hayner turned to glare at where the redhead and his little blonde boyfriend had been standing a few minutes previous, but found no trace of them.

"I am going to kill that damn pyromaniac when I find him." He gritted out, his hands balling into fists. Without any warning, he found strong arms wrapped tightly around him and hot breathing in his ear. "Huh? Wha- Seifer?" his heart suddenly accelerated, his breath catching as the older boy almost purred into his ear.

"Well we're stuck with each other for the evening… Might as well have a little fun."

"Seifer… Uh… Get off!" Hayner shook off the haze that had gathered over his mind when Seifer had gotten so close. He twisted in the taller male's grasp and stepped away.

"Prudish much?" Seifer snickered, folding his arms. Hayner's eyes narrowed.

"Well what would you do if your worst enemy randomly started feeling you up?"

"Pfft, as if. In your dreams, lamer." Seifer rolled his eyes and glanced away almost boredly. Hayner considered continuing the argument, but discarded that idea in favour of simply sticking his tongue out like a child. He wasn't sure why, but he supposed it was probably his subconscious wanting to break the tension before this could degenerate into yet another fist fight. He wasn't sure he'd feel like surviving another set of scrapes and bruises that day.

What he wasn't prepared for, though, was when Seifer promptly stepped forwards and licked his tongue.

"Argh! God, what the hell are you doing?" he exclaimed, launching himself backwards so fast that he tripped over air and fell flat on his backside.

"Being amused by your lame reaction time, Chicken Wuss." Seifer's face was unreadable, but a flash of some strange emotion flickered across his eyes.

"But- why'd you- ugh, what the hell?" Hayner spluttered, his face steadily turning crimson. Seifer sighed and rolled his eyes, offering a hand to pull Hayner back up.

"So, we gonna go eat or what?" Hayner ignored the hand and scrambled up by himself.

"Yeah, whatever." He sighed, realising that that particular train of conversation was over.

About half an hour later, they were both sitting on the roof of the central building in Tram Common, sharing a takeaway pizza. The sun had finished setting almost as soon as they'd set off to buy food, but the night air wasn't cold so much as pleasantly cool; a nice contrast to the heat of the day. To Hayner's surprise, they hadn't even punched each other once yet. Yet being the operative word. Strangely, they'd actually been laughing together about the sappiness of the couples around them.

"Oh, how do I love thee?" Seifer simpered, gazing up at the stars with mockingly wide eyes. A pair of disgruntled lovers below glared up at them and Hayner flipped them the bird before sniggering at the affectionate pet names the couple had been calling each other.

"Oh, Sweetie Pie, you're my little angel, don't ever leave me, snugglebunch." Seifer burst out laughing and turned to face him, grabbing his hands, a beatific smile on his face.

"Oh, I'll never leave you, darling – you're the most important thing in my life; I couldn't live without you; you're so special; you're wonderful." Hayner's turn. Adopting a hideous lisp, he leaned back and pulled a hand away to press the back of his palm to his forehead, affecting dizziness.

"I'm thorry, my beloved, but I mutht leave. If I thtay the motht tewwible things will happen. I'll never forget you, Sugarplum." Seifer grinned and suppressed a fit of laughter – the long-suffering boy and girl standing in the square now openly glaring venomously up at them. The older blonde suddenly threw his arms around Hayner's waist, masking his mirth as weeping.

"Noooooo don't leave me!" Hayner knew he was just continuing their charade, but couldn't help the way his heart leapt at the sudden contact.

"Ok, Seifer, that's enough…" he chuckled weakly, unsuccessfully attempting to prise the taller boy off him.

"Hmph. You're warm." Seifer mumbled, tightening his grip around Hayner's skinny torso. The smaller boy felt his face heat up at the close proximity, his heart pounding in his ears. Just his luck. To fall for his worst enemy. "Heh." Seifer lifted his head from where it had previously been resting against Hayner's collarbone. "Your heart's going really fast."

"No duh, Sherlock. You almost pushed me off the roof." Hayner squirmed, trying to get loose from his rival's embrace. The other male's hot breath on his skin was causing certain… reactions in other parts of his body that he really didn't want right now. Seifer smirked in that sexy way of his- did Hayner just think Seifer was sexy? Well, he'd known that was true for years, but… it felt different, thinking it when they were this close. He swallowed hard as Seifer's face drifted closer to his own, half-closing his eyes in anticipation… Then he abruptly turned his head away and sneezed. Goddammit, why did he always have to do something embarrassing like that? Seifer had pulled back to burst out laughing; only heightening Hayer's acute sense of humiliation. Turning a deep crimson, he looked away, folding his arms.

"…Sorry." He muttered, glaring at an inoffensive section of air. He heard a soft chuckle and suddenly he was pulled forwards to have hot lips pressed against his own. His eyes widened and he blinked, squeaking in surprise, before responding. He uncrossed his arms to slide them around his rival's neck, pulling him closer as a hand cupped the back of his head, pressing their lips together harder.

When Seifer broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, he bit back a murmur of protest before that soft chuckle sounded again.

"Silly; worried about 'ruining the moment'." He grinned weakly, unable to prevent his laughter that bubbled up out of his chest like liquid joy. "Although…" Seifer began after a moment. "You do pick the greatest times to do things like that." The younger of the two hacked the back of his head.

"Shut up!"

But as Seifer drew him into another kiss, Hayner privately thought he wouldn't mind being teased if it meant that he was going to get kissed by Seifer afterwards.

AN:

XD so that was my horribly sappy ending bit… Oh well; I'm writing this during my French lesson so it might be a bit unintelligible in places. If there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know. This would be the last chapter but there's something Mikey's been bugging me to put in since I started it. So there will be an epilogue. Maybe it's being posted at the same time as this chapter but I don't know yet. Anyway, I hope you've all enjoyed it so far! ^^