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A/N: -Fails-
I tried, guys. I really did. Anyway, this is going to have just one
more part, I think. Our boys are pretty stupid, after all, and need
another chapter to sort through their own idiocy. And sorry if this
totally sucks. I bite at being original. -Dies-

DISCLAIMER:I don't own Kingdom Hearts or the Final Fantasy series, and am not making any money from this story.
Crowded Elevator:
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Anyone passing the winded, dirty-blond
boy running down the stairs of that particular apartment building
would probably have been knocked over without so much as a belated
�Sorry!� from the kid who'd almost pummeled them.
Hayner was just that out of it. Not to
mention the mild �problem� he was sporting in his pants. And just
who had made him that way?
Fucking Seifer! Of all
the people. Of all the fucking people, he'd just had his first kiss
and make out session with that asshole.
And he'd liked it.
Running down the
stairs helped his erection go down a bit, but the images just kept
flowing back into his head. His hands grabbing Seifer's hips,
grinding his length into the other boy. Seifer pinning him to the
wall, sucking, licking his way up to Hayner's ear. The blue eyed boy
grabbing Hayner's ass and hefting him up, thrusting his own hips into
the camo-clad boy clinging onto him.
Hayner
shook his head hard as he exited the building, trying to pull his
thoughts away from all the straight up weird

shit that had just gone down.
What he really
needed was a cold shower. Or maybe a hot one, scalding hot, to scrub
away all the desire coursing through his body. To scrub away the
memory of Seifer's rough touch.
After adjusting
himself, pulling his still-hard penis up to tuck it under the rim of
his pants (uncomfortable, but excellent at hiding embarrassing
issues), Hayner walked, face set in a near scowl, down toward the
back alley. He kicked an idle can along the way, trying to let the
sun and the normalcy of the other aspects of the afternoon calm him
down.
But
all the �normalcy� seemed to do was piss him off. Around
him kids sat with their backpacks, eating ice cream, just like every
other day. They talked and laughed and were completely ignorant to
the storm of emotion and thought that swirled in Hayner's head.
People shopped, and one man argued over the price of a ring with a
cashier. Every little sound seemed to just rub Hayner the wrong way,
and the only place he really wanted to go was home. But that, at the
moment, was definitely not an
option.
So he headed to the
only place he could get away from the beautiful day and all it's
fallicious normalcy � the usual spot. He was going to sit on the
couch and think until he passed out, and by the time he woke up it
would be night time and he could head home without having to worry
about running into the jerk again.
He knew Olette
would be busy with her after school club meetings, and Pence was at
basketball practice, so at least it would be peaceful there for a
while.
As he walked
through the gate and past the curtains concealing their hang out,
Hayner's mind finally started to slow down. He'd been running on
adrenaline, and while walking had slowed it down, sitting on the
tattered couch completely snuffed out his excitement and just made
him groan in frustration. The light filtered through the train tracks
above, shining on all the dust and dirt kicked up in the air from
Hayner's abrupt entrance.
He honestly
couldn't decide what made the situation worse � the fact that
Seifer had kissed him, or the fact that he had kissed back.
Not only kissed back, but was full on dry humping the hell out of his
nemesis. Dry humping the biggest jerk in the whole fucking
school. Unfortunately,
everything about that thought just managed to make him feel naughty,
like the kid with the cookie jar, only this time the kid managed to
swipe a cookie without getting caught. And, well, he kind of liked
the feeling.
Hayner swiveled his
body and lay back on the couch, exhaling deeply and closing his eyes,
letting out another small groan as he threw his arm across those
closed eyes.
He
was such a pervert!
Who gets turned on so easily by someone they hate so much?
'Well, apparently I do,'

he
thought, irritated. He had to admit to himself, though, that the
thought of being with Seifer like that had actually crossed his mind
before � after all, he was a male in the beginnings of his sexual
prime, who just happened to be very much attracted to other males.
And Seifer, well. Pretty much everything about the other boy screamed
'masculine.'
From his muscular frame to the swagger with which he walked; from his
naturally dominate style to the grudging respect he demanded from his
fellow students, Seifer was going to be and, in a sense already was,
an incredibly sexy man � that was for sure.
And it annoyed the living hell out of Hayner.
But
the most confusing part of all this was that Seifer
had
kissed him.
Seifer had started it! He was the instigator in that steamy little
make out � 'No!'
� awful, horrible, completely sucky mistake. Seifer had started it.
Hayner
hadn't told anyone, aside from his father, that he was gay. Olette
might have guessed, and maybe Pence, but he'd never had a direct
conversation about it with anyone. Least of all anyone who might have
told Seifer. It
wasn't that big of a deal anyway; after all, Setzer was a flaming
homo, and no one seemed to mind.
Hayner's dad hadn't particularly cared either. When he was fourteen,
right after his mom had first had to leave because of the recurring
post partum psychosis, he'd broken down and told his dad everything
that had been on his mind � including the somewhat troubling
thoughts he'd been having about other boys. It had been the last time
Hayner had cried, and cry he did, sitting in his dad's arms and
struggling to come to terms with the fact that something was
seriously wrong with his mum. He remembered thinking about how strong
his dad was, sitting there listening to his only son bawl about how
it wasn't fair, how frustrating it was, and not to mention how he
thought he was gay.
At that moment, he hadn't even thought about how his dad was taking
everything, but as the days passed, Hayner had watched his dad
breathe shakingly as he held pictures of their family in happier days
� days with then delusions weren't robbing his mother of the
reality she so deserved. He knew then that he would have to be strong
too, because his dad wouldn't be able to shoulder it all alone.
But the blond boy had been accepted by his father for who he was, and
since then hadn't thought twice about his sexual inclination being
strange or unnatural. But he also didn't think it was anyone else's
business. They could assume what they wanted.
But
Seifer? Seifer?! What
the hell?! He was gay? Huh?
And
did he... Did he like

Hayner? Was that it? Or... maybe he had felt it too.
It always had been pretty tense between them.
Hayner awoke two hours later, twilight really setting in and
illuminating the town, which had been named for the brilliant way the
colors of the setting sun reflected off the flourescent particles in
the brickwork. Whether the original builders had intended it to be
that way or not, no one really knew; and Hayner didn't particularly
give a damn anyway.
He rubbed his eyes, immediately forgetting what few dreams he'd had,
and felt like he had been hit by a truck. He couldn't recall why his
arms felt so sore, why his neck hurt �
Oh. Damn.
As
he looked in the small mirror Olette had hung up the previous year,
Hayner noticed several small, fingertip-like bruises developing on
his arms. His neck held a hickey on the dip of his shoulder which his
collar just barely covered. He stretched lightly, noticing his back
hurt as well � probably from being shoved into
elevator walls over and over again as Seifer's lips and tongue warred
for dominance with his own.
Son of a bitch. He wasn't thinking about that jackass right now. He
wasn't ever going to think about him again. He would avoid him at
school, take the stairs when he got home, and avoid the sand lot like
it was infested with massive, post-nuclear roaches.
Luckily for Hayner, his plan seemed to work pretty well. He hadn't
gotten any stickers on his locker, he hadn't been ambushed after
school, and his keys were always present. His backpack was never
inside-out. His lunch didn't mysteriously go missing. And, best of
all, her hardly ever caught sight of a black beanie or long, white
coat, so no awkward meetings or strange glances ever took place.
After the fifth day of no contact, Hayner began to not sleep well.
Because, for some fucked reason, a
reason thought up in the deepest level of hell, Hayner actually
missed the attention.
It may have been annoying, and it may have pissed him off, but he'd
been living with it for five years. To suddenly not have it was
just... strange. Maybe
he wanted Seifer to pay attention to him � after all, what they'd
shared wasn't exactly your every-day experience.
But hadn't Hayner

wanted to avoid Seifer?
So why was he so freaked out? Maybe the asshole wanted to avoid him.
And wasn't that better anyway?
Didn't that work out for everyone?
Hayner tossed and turned in his bed, finally deciding that what he
needed was air. Being outside always seemed to soothe the blond, and
after two hours of rolling around uselessly in bed, he figured that
he could at least try something else to calm him down.
The moment he opened the door to his apartment, he wanted to shut it
again. There, standing at the end of the hall, was Seifer, clad in
only a pair of sweat pants, smoking a cigarette out an open window.
Hayner nearly pissed himself. Seifer only looked at him coolly before
casually throwing the pack of cigarettes at Hayner, who caught it.
The brown eyed boy felt his pulse thicken in his neck, blood
beginning to pound painfully in his head with anxiety and
anticipation. His hands started to sweat lightly, and he felt hot all
over. He tried desperately to cover up his weird state, but failed
miserably as a shiver passed through him.
After all, he'd always worn his emotions on his sleeve.
Despite all that, Hayner managed a disgusted look and immediately
dropped the pack on the floor, kicking it back toward Seifer.
�I don't smoke. It's disgusting.� he said, pleased with how level
his voice sounded. It felt like the arteries in his neck were trying
to choke him, as if blood were being forced to pass through them in
amounts much too large to be healthy.
Seifer shrugged, turning to face out the window, blowing smoke into
the night air. He didn't even bother to pick up the pack of cigs
resting at his feet.
After
a few minutes of the indifference shown by Seifer,
Hayner came to boiling point.
�So that's it? After five
days of bullshit running around each other, this is fucking it?

You're just gonna stand there, and smoke, and try to look fucking
cool?!� he half-shouted, snarling, pissed off at how relaxed Seifer
looked. �You make me so fucking mad!�
The cigarette was flicked out the window.
The shirtless boy turned around, his eyes full of fire and his fists
clenched. Hayner tried not to notice how the muscle rippled on his
arms as he flexed in his hands in anger.
�You're so pig-headed. You're
the one running around all over
the place, you fucking pansy. Taking the stairs instead of the
elevator?� he questioned, taunting, smirking in triumph and anger.
�You're such a fucking chicken. You're
the one who couldn't face me.
Afraid I was gonna attack poor, defenseless wittle Hayner? As if.
You're not worth the time.�
Hayner saw red. That was it. Just fucking red. It was like there was
some sort of explosion that occurred inside of him, and there was
nothing he could do to stop it. He launched himself at Seifer,
tackling the older boy to the ground, pinning him. He wrapped his
legs around the other blond haired boy's, using the rest of his
weight to pin Seifer's arms. He knew it wouldn't last long, but he
wanted to at least say his piece.
�I seemed to be worth the time for
the past five years, jackass! You never fucking

leave me alone!
You're always there, always screwing with my head, and I'm goddamn
tired of it! What the hell do you want from me?!� Hayner ground
out, fighting off the urge to shout, not wanting to wake the
neighbors. He growled in frustration, his eyes searching Seifer's
blazing expression.
It was quiet for a moment, except for Hayner's hard breathing and
Seifer's more gentle breaths.
�You really are fucking stupid, you know that?� Seifer said
simply, not even making any sort of attempt to escape.
Hayner was completely caught off guard.
�Wh-what?� he mumbled, his eyes widening, but the rage still
shining through.
Before he knew what was happening, Seifer loosed one arm and knocked
the other blond boy flat on his back before pouncing on him, settling
himself over him, bodies pressed together, effectively holding Hayner
down by his weight alone.
Hayner gasped for air, wriggling around, trying to push the other boy
off. One of his arms was pinned underneath him, under his back, and
was hurting him like hell.
�Quit moving, fuckwad. You're only making it worse.� Seifer
growled out, his hands moving up to clench in Hayner's hair as he
thrust his hips against the boy struggling beneath him.
And it was like a switch was flipped.
Hayner couldn't even remember it clearly � there suddenly was just
lips, tongues, hands, hair, spit, moans, grunts, growls. He didn't
even know who'd initiated the kiss, or even if they'd met halfway.
But he didn't really give a shit either way.
They were more used to each other, but that didn't make their heated
kisses any less violent. They met each other with open mouths, and
Hayner managed to free his arm from under him, immediately using both
hands to grip Seifer's back and rake his nails down from his
shoulders to his ass.
Seifer hissed in Hayner's ear, shoving a hand up Hayner's shirt and
pinching a hardened nipple roughly in retaliation. The other hand
yanked one of Hayner's legs up, pulling the other boy more thoroughly
against him before he lifted himself up onto his knees... And then he
thrust his hips into Hayner's.
The contact was excruciatingly blissful. Hayner was the first to
groan, pushing his own hips back up against Seifer's before biting
down on the other boys neck to prevent any further noise from
escaping.
It was all rough, hot, and hard, two boys making out on the dirty
twelfth floor hallway of an apartment building.
�Don't fucking do that. I wanna hear everything.� Seifer
whispered commandingly.
�Fuck you.� Hayner said, hearing the smirk in the other boy's
voice.
Seifer
pulled away, and Hayner looked up at him with a lustful gaze, anger
still brewing somewhere in the depths of his eyes. His lips were
kiss-swollen and moist, and his face held a tinge of pink that was
not embarrassment, anger, or anything else � just pure, unabashed

arousal.
Pure sex.
�My room or yours?� asked Seifer, nearly breathless and voice far
lower than usual. Hayner closed his eyes.
Shit.
�Mine. Dad sleeps with earplugs because of the train.�
Seifer nodded, getting up and yanking Hayner up with him, the two
boys quickly moving toward apartment 1208 before either could clear
their head enough to stop what was about to happen.
They made it quietly through the dark living room, Hayner taking the
lead and directing Seifer to his room. When the door closed, Seifer
crushed Hayner up against it, pulling the other boy up by his ass.
Hayner willingly wrapped his legs around Seifer's waist, using the
door and the hard body pressed against him to keep him up.
Their mouths moved in unison, dancing fire between them. Seifer
turned, glancing over Hayner's shoulder to find his bed, before
moving them toward it and throwing the other boy down. Hayner propped
himself up on his elbows and looked at Seifer, daring him to come
back down.
Seifer growled and yanked Hayner's shirt up and over his head before
slamming their bodies back together, both of them releasing a moan at
the new friction between them. Their skin was slicked with a light
sheen of sweat, making them stick together hotly in some of the
places where their flat chests touched, adding to the eroticism of
what was building between them.
The older boy pulled back, and blue eyes met brown as Seifer bent
down over the other boy yet again, this time placing his mouth just
above Hayner's belly button. Their eyes never broke contact in the
dark room as Seifer's tongue licked from belly button to the center
of Hayner's chest and back down again. He was slow, deliberate, and
Hayner knew that he was being teased.
And
he was so turned on he thought he might die.
Seifer's touch wasn't as rough anymore, but the passion was still so
intense it threatened to flare up into violence again at a moment's
notice. His hands slid from Hayner's side into the waistband of his
pajama pants, pulling them off Hayner's skin just an inch. Seifer's
breath was hot against Hayner's lower abdomen, and he could feel the
sensation ripple straight to his dick from that point.
And Seifer just sat there, breathing on him, teasing him, watching
him the whole time.
�You
just gonna sit there?� Hayner finally hissed, growling in
frustration. He was as hard as he could possibly be, and Seifer was
just fucking toying

with him.
�Beg.�
Hayner glared down at Seifer, thrusting his hips up. Hands soon
pinned those same hips back to the bed as a tongue slid dangerously
beneath the waistline of Hayner's pants.
�Fucking do it already!� Hayner ground out, taking his own hands
and trying to shove his bottoms off. Seifer would have none of it.
�You
obviously don't get it. You're such an idiot.� Seifer said lowly,
his voice sex-rough. �Beg.�
One hand whispered over Hayner's straining erection, the other arm
still holding his hips down.
�C'mon,
wuss. Just tell me what you want.� He kissed the tip of Hayner's
dick. �Beg for
it.�
Hayner had two options: swallow his pride and take what he got, and
have Seifer torment him unmercifully about it forever; or fight, and
see what he got anyway.
He always was a fighter.
He kicked Seifer off of him, the other boy landing on his knees.
Hayner moved fast, cheating by grabbing Seifer's hair and yanking on
it, hard.
�You
fucking brat!� Seifer spat, wincing slightly from the pain. Hayner
kept his grip tight, and tried not to let his nervousness overcome
him. Not now

of all times. How could he be fucking nervous now?
�You like it. Now take off my pants.� Hayner demanded, his voice
(thankfully) never breaking. He swallowed hard, yanking on Seifer's
hair once again as the blond hesitated.
With
a snarl, Seifer did as he was told. For a moment, as Seifer just
stared
at him, Hayner wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
But it was too late now.
And all thoughts of holes and dying were gone when that wet mouth
closed around him, sucking lightly and moving back and forth.
Hayner
full out moaned, holding nothing back. Seifer's tongue swirled around
the tip of his length, his hand working the base as his mouth moved
over the rest of him. His mouth was so wet,
so
hot
around him, and the fucking sound

of it was incredible. Hayner never loosened his grip on Seifer's
head, forcing him down further and deeper. In, out, in, out, god,
it
felt so fucking good. Seifer was under his control, and sucking his
dick.
�Fuck-!� Was all Hayner managed to get out before he came hard
into Seifer's mouth, his orgasm hitting him so hard he almost blacked
out. He stumbled back toward his bed, releasing Seifer's hair, but
the other boy followed, his hand still pumping Hayner, his thumb
swirling in and around the slit, making Hayner shiver as he rode out
his orgasm.
�You brat,� Seifer muttered, climbing up over Hayner yet again.
Still in a daze, Hayner made no move to respond at all. �You
fucking brat. You think you've got all the power here? Think again.�
And with that, Hayner was flipped onto his stomach. He heard Seifer
shuffle around in his room for a moment, opening and closing several
drawers, and knew instinctively that he was also taking off his
pants. It clicked in Hayner's head what was about to happen.
�Wait, what the fuck do you think you're �?!�
But Hayner was cut off as a slick finger entered him from behind.
Seifer leaned down over the other boy, pumping his finger slowly in
and out, curling it up in a 'come-hither' motion. His chest met
Hayner's back, and he whispered hotly in the other boy's ear.
�I
may want to hurt you, but I don't want to ruin
you.�
And Hayner felt himself harden all over again as Seifer struck a spot
within him. He gasped and moaned, thankful for those goddamn ear
plugs, as Seifer added another finger. Hayner's mind was blank, not
even really taking in the fact that he was about to be fucked.
And then he felt it, something much larger than fingers probing his
entrance.
Slam.
Hayner groaned in pleasure and discomfort, leaning on his elbows and
holding his ass in the air. He was vaguely aware that this probably
wasn't as painful as it should have been � so there had to have
been some sort of lubrication. But all Hayner could really
concentrate on were the sensations

as Seifer shifted his hips ever so slightly with each thrust, and
struck that spot over
and over again.
Those slim hips collided with his again and again, pumping in and out
in a steady, fast, hard rhythm that seemed unending. Hayner's hand
grasped his own arousal in desperation, needing the contact, feeling
himself ready to come all over again.
And building, building, pressure,
that coiling in his
stomach and � Ah! There � fuck!
This time Hayner did black out, and when he came to, Seifer was
groaning with his own release, which was now all over Hayner's back.
He collapsed on top of the brown eyed boy before rolling off of him.
They both lay panting for a few long moments before Hayner reached
over to grab the paper towels he kept in his bedside drawer with some
lotion.
After all, he was a guy.
He wiped the mess from his back and sheets as well as his tired body
would allow, and then rolled back over to find Seifer dead asleep on
his bed.
Hayner curled in on himself, resisting the urge to crawl into the
warmth Seifer's body was emitting, and the full weight of what he had
just done hit him.
He had just fucked Seifer.
When Hayner woke up in the morning, the blue eyed boy was gone.
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