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Crowded Elevator	By : insantics Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: I like this chapter, but I'm sorry it's so short. This was just a good place to end it, because otherwise it would have been much to long. Sorry for the long wait! Hopefully the next update will be a bit more speedy.
DISCLAIMER:I don't own Kingdom Hearts or the Final Fantasy series, and am not making any money from this story.
Crowded Elevator: 3
When Hayner opened sleep-sealed eyes against the light of the dawn, the first thing he noticed was a dull, aching throb in his lower back. As he rolled over to check the time – 'Six-thirty. Damn, why am I awake?' – the second thing he noticed was a hard, partially still sticky stain on his sheets.
Suddenly he was much more awake.
When he shot up in his bed to look around he immediately regretted the impulse. A searing pain shot through his back, making him arch and wince before slowly lowering himself back down to his bed, letting out a long breath. As memories of the night before flooded through his mind like hell-fire, the next thing he noticed was that he was completely and totally alone.
Part of him was slightly pissed off that the jerk had the nerve to fuck him and run, but part of him had to ask himself if he really expected anything more out of Seifer. Seriously, did he think he'd wake up cuddled next to the other boy in a warm embrace? As if. Like Seifer gave a shit about anyone but himself.
Hayner closed his eyes against the strange pulse of emotion that flooded through his body. Waking up alone was not quite how he expected it would be. It just felt so... lonely.
“Fuck this,” Hayner muttered, his face scrunching up in pain as he attempted to slowly raise himself from bed. His backside hurt like hell.
What the fuck had he been thinking?
He fucked Seifer.
He let Seifer fuck him.
He lost his virginity the night before, to Seifer.
And he had no idea how he really felt about it.
To be perfectly honest, though, at the moment, his concern for his body was outweighing any thoughts about the implications of what he'd done. All Hayner wanted was to make it to his bathroom, have a pee, then ease himself into a hot bath and try to relax. He still had plenty of time before he had to be up for school anyway.
Body screaming, Hayner gently put his feet on the floor, trying to concentrate on his breathing. How was it that something that had felt so good only hours before suddenly made him want to throw up in pain? Fucking Seifer, that asshole.
Yup. That's exactly what had done this. Fucking Seifer.
Hayner growled under his breath at the thought, trying to gather the courage to make the giant leap from sitting on his bed to standing up.
'One, two... two and a half... Fuck, what am I, ten? Three!'
Standing up, Hayner nearly collapsed again, his eyes temporarily rolling back in his head as he fought off the onslaught of agony.
'That fucking HURT!'
As he made his way (slow as a cripple) to the bathroom, he thought to himself that school wasn't going to be such an option today. If he could just make it to the bathroom and stretch himself out a bit, maybe the pain would subside some. He just felt sore everywhere. It made him wonder if sex was even worth it.
...The feel of fingers pinching, teasing his nipple as Seifer pounded into him from behind; that same hand moving down to grip Hayner's length, pumping it for a few teasing strokes before grabbing Hayner's hips and thrusting, holding back nothing. The brown eyed boy moaned, panting, resisting the urge to beg for release, knowing he was so hard he could hardly stand it...
Okay, so maybe it was worth it.
But at the moment, his greatest victory was reaching the toilet so he could go to the bathroom. (It truly is the small things in life that count.) And, glancing at the bath tub, Hayner decided that getting in and out would be a lot more trouble than it was worth.
He had no idea what he was going to tell his dad, because there was absolutely no way he was going to school. He was going to sleep until he died, or at least until all of this just turned into another one of his crazy sex-dreams. He didn't want to believe it had really happened, that everything had come to this – to having sex with the guy who was basically his worst enemy.
Hayner walked at a snail's pace back to his bed, easing himself down and snuggling into his blankets. He was just going to ignore that stain and the fact that he was naked, not think, and sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep...
“Hayner!” A voice shouted, jolting the boy awake. He glanced at his clock, not even attempting to sit up. It read seven-thirty.
“Hayner, you're supposed to have been up a half hour ago! School starts in thirty minutes! What are you doing?!” The voice half-shouted, sounding slightly irritated.
Hayner groaned. Shit. Dad.
That same voice sounded again, this time more concerned than anything. “Are you alright, kid? You look like hell.”
His dad had stepped into the room, sitting down on Hayner's bed. He put his hand to Hayner's forehead, feeling for a fever.
“I feel like it,” Hayner said in return, noting how hoarse his voice sounded. Maybe that would help convince his dad he was sick.
“You don't have a fever,” his dad stated, watching his son, worry etched on his features. “Did you sleep well?”
Hayner had to resist the urge to laugh at that.
“Actually, dad, I didn't. I spent most of the night just laying here... I wasn't feeling so hot, and I think it's just gotten worse.” Hayner replied, sure he looked just as bad as he felt.
His dad sighed. “Well, you haven't exactly missed any school yet this year...” his father started, obviously debating with himself over whether or not to let his son stay in. This was one of those times when Hayner was glad his dad was a bit overprotective. “I guess it couldn't hurt to let you stay in and go ahead and get over whatever bug you've got.”
Hayner sighed in relief, giving his dad a weak smile. “Thanks, pop.”
The brown eyes that Hayner had inherited scanned his son's face, noticing just how tired the boy looked.
“Is there... anything bothering you, Hayner?”
Hayner closed his eyes.
“No, dad. I'm just... I dunno what's wrong. I just feel sick.”
It wasn't really a lie. The thought of what he'd done made him sick to his stomach.
The next time Hayner woke up, it was to a loud, obnoxious rapping on his bedroom door. He groaned, wondering what the hell had gotten into his normally gentle father.
“Dad, why are you banging on the door?!” Hayner half shouted, his voice hoarse from sleep.
“It's not your dad, chicken-wuss.”
Hayner groaned even louder. Here he was, festering and unshowered in his bed, and who should come along but the person who put him in this immobile situation in the first place. He was not a fan of the fact that Seifer was about to see him like this.
“How the hell did you get in my house?” Hayner asked, hearing the door creak open the slightest. He pulled the covers up over his head.
He could practically hear the smirk in Seifer's reply.
“You fucking idiots always hide the spare key in the dumbest places. Really, anyone could get in here and rob you blind or kill you in your sleep.”
Hayner thought that at this point, it might be nice if someone killed him in his sleep. It would save him the trouble of dealing with Seifer.
“Mgh.” Was Hayner's only reply. Really, what else was there to say? Thanks for the fuck, now leave me alone?
“You really should take a bath. Trust me, it makes you feel a lot better.” Seifer said, tugging on the blanket covering Hayner's face.
Hayner peeked out from beneath his blanket shield, glaring at the other boy. “What do you care anyway?”
Seifer's smirk grew.
“It's like I said last night; sometimes I may want to hurt you, but I don't want to ruin you.”
Hayner growled weakly.
“You are such a dick.”
“You like it.” Seifer fired back, echoing Hayner's words from the night before. “Now get your ass up. You need an epsom salt bath and about eight tylenol.”
Hayner slowly sat up, the covers pooling around his hips. He suddenly recalled the fact that he was naked, and glared at Seifer, blushing.
“Hey pervert, would you mind turning around?”
Seifer just scoffed at him, that smirk never leaving his face. “Psh. Nothing I didn't see last night,” Seifer made the effort to try and look contemplative, “In fact, if I recall, I've had your dick in my mouth and I've been inside of you. You've got nothing to hide anymore.”
Suddenly the covers were yanked off Hayner.
“Now quit being a wuss and get your ass out of bed.”
The brown eyed boy was absolutely livid. If he'd been able to, he would have punched the shit out of Seifer. Instead all he could do was sit like a blushing virgin and cover up his boy parts with his hands.
It pissed him off so much that Seifer was in his house and seeing him at his most pathetic. Even worse was how he was completely incapable of retaliating in the way that he wanted to.
Under Seifer's cool gaze, Hayner slowly pushed himself up, wincing the whole way. When he stood up fully, he managed a small stretch, his muscles grateful for the release. However, his backside was still screaming at him in a rage.
Seifer made no effort to try and help Hayner, and that was perfectly okay with the brown eyed boy. He didn't want to be treated like a child, especially not by Seifer.
He idly wondered how long Seifer would hold this over his head.
But then another thought occurred to him as he made his miserable death walk to the bathroom – because how exactly did Seifer know the cure-all for being the bottom?
“You've been fucked before, haven't you?” Hayner asked, looking at Seifer with a blank expression.
“Maybe,” Was all Seifer returned, shrugging as he said it, “Now get in the bath and turn on the hot water,” he handed over a small bottle of salts, “Pour some of this in there and just sit for a while. I'm going to get you something to kill the pain.”
Hayner nodded, to exhausted to really fight with the asshole right now. Besides... he wasn't really being too much of an asshole.
One would almost think that Seifer was being nice.
Hayner shook his head, bending down slowly to turn on the hot water. Seifer was Seifer. He did whatever the fuck he felt like doing, and if he felt like helping Hayner right now, then whatever. Hayner could deal with that.
Hayner glanced back through the door to look at the clock on his bedside table. It read one-thirty in the afternoon.
Wait... One-thirty?! Wasn't the prick supposed to be in school?
Hayner poured the salts into the running water before stepping in himself.
When Seifer came back with two large tablets and a glass of water, Hayner took them without question. Right after he did it, he realized how stupid that was, because it could very easily have been poison or laxatives or something equally as horrible.
As Seifer turned to leave, Hayner couldn't help himself.
“Why aren't you at school?” He blurted. “And what the hell did I just take?”
The blond boy turned around, resting his weight against the frame of the door.
“One, you weren't at school, and that pissed me off. Two, you just took some hydrocodone. It's prescription painkiller. I got it when I had my wisdom teeth taken out. It'll kill the pain and probably make you pass out.”
Seifer's face gave nothing away at the moment, but the only the that was ringing around in Hayner's head was the first part of his statement.
“You weren't at school, and that pissed me off.”
Hayner sniffed haughtily, which was, he admitted, not the most manly thing to do, but it got his point across.
“You're the reason I wasn't at school. I felt like hell when I woke up this morning. Shit head,” Hayner mumbled. “And what do you care whether or not I'm at school? You're so fucking weird.”
Seifer's brow furrowed in irritation. Hayner glared back.
He was constantly glaring with Seifer around.
The blond bully moved away from the door frame and came to squat next to Hayner. Before Hayner could protest, Seifer grabbed his face in a rough kiss. Their mouths crushed together, but there was something different about the desperation in this kiss. It wasn't... there wasn't lust behind it.
It was a just a kiss.
Hayner yanked back, water sloshing out of the tub and his backside protesting mightily. His eyes searched Seifer's demandingly, but the other boy only looked back at him with that same irritated look.
“What the hell?!” Hayner shouted. Seifer's hands gripped the side of the tub hard, his knuckles turning white. His face contorted into that nasty angry look, and suddenly he was on his feet again.
“I like you, you dumb prick!”
Hayner just sat there, naked, in a bath tub, and wondering what corner of hell he was currently residing in.
Seifer was still staring at him, perhaps not fully aware of what he'd just said.
“You just... God, you're so stupid. I'm getting out of here. If you're not in school tomorrow, I'll come back. So be there.”
Hayner heard the door to his apartment slam moments later.
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