Oh my goodness. It's my first HaynerSeifer. I'm really scared because it's my first M too. But it's not too explicit. Gulp. There's lots of swearing in it though. Just 'cause I figure that's how Hayner would be. The naritive is a little weird. It's third person but sort of shows Hayner's mindset. Anyway, I hope it reads okay. There should be about five or six more parts. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or anything associated with them. Obviously, as this is fanfiction. I also don't own the lyrics used at the start and end. But you should go listen to it. I love that song.

Beauty Queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5

*

"Haha, chicken, gonna go cry to mommy?"

"Shut up, Sefier, you meanie!"

"Meanie? What kind of a bad name is that? You need to grow up lamer."

"Seifer, dear!"

"Bye, bye lamer."

"Hayner, are you ready to go honey?"

"Mom, Seifer, kicked down my sand castle."

"I'm sure he didn't mean to, it was probably just an accident."

"No it wasn't! He's just a mea… he's just mean."

"Well, well, what do we have here? A lamer, a chicken-wuss, a fatso and a little girl."

"Fuck off Seifer."

"Yeah, and take your bookends with you."

"I think I'd rather stay here. You don't dictate what I do, lamer."

"Well then, why don't you tell yourself to fuck off?"

"Like I want to do that. And stay out of this chicken-wuss. Or does lamer really need his boyfriend to defend him?"

"Go fuck yourself, Seifer!"

"Touchy aren't we? More like you're gonna fuck him."

"Fuck you!"

"Hayner don't!"

"Get off me!"

"What's the matter, lamer? Can't finish what you started?"

"Come on, just lay off Seifer!"

"Fuck, oww!"

"Don't touch him, Rai!"

"Huh, Sefier can take him himself, ya'know."

"Guh. Fuck!"

"Catch you later lamer! And don't cry. Chicken-wuss'll kiss it better."

"Fuck, 'Lette, you got a tissue?"

"Yeah. Hayner, you should have just-"

"Don't. I don't want to hear it.

"What the hell am I gonna do guys?"

"Well, you could always share with us?"

"Yeah, I don't think so. I think I'd rather share with Roxas and the pervert."

"I wasn't offering."

"Good, 'cause I really don't want to have to hear you guys going at. Seriously, did I miss a memo that told you to find a significant other before college so you could room with them?"

"Aww, Hayner-"

"'Lette, it's fine. But God damn it, there's no way I can afford the rent on any place. I could probably only scrape half if I had a job."

"Ha- uhrm urm."

"Shut up, Pence. It could happen."

"Hayner, no one in their right mind would ever hire you."

"…You know, there is one person I know of who doesn't have a roomie and I think is looking to get a place."

"Well, shit, 'Lette, why didn't you say so. Who is it?"

"…"

"No, it's not. Fuck, no! No fucking way! N-O!"

"Hayner-"

"Olette, I'd rather kill myself! Seriously."

"Oh Hayner-"

"Honestly, I will scrape my eyeballs out with a spoon before I share a flat with him."

Bang.

Hayner was jolted awake by the sound of the door slamming open. He sat up, blinking, and ran a hand through his dishevelled hair. He stood from the couch and took a few steps in the direction of the door, eyes on the fuming man in it's opening.

"Fuckers! Fucking fuckers!" Seifer exclaimed, threw his coat off and kicked the door shut.

Whoa, it must have been a bad day at work for him. "What the hell is up with you?" Hayner asked, a little groggily.

A second later he was wide awake, back slammed into the nearest wall, Seifer's tongue invading his mouth and hands bruising his arms. Fuck, that hurt. He was going to have bruises along his shoulder blades. Hayner attempted to force his own tongue out to join Seifer's but couldn't. Seifer bit down on Hayner's lower lip and shoved a hand down the front of his pants. Hayner grunted as Seifer squeezed hard.

*

Hayner woke up later in his bed, where he'd dragged himself to after they'd finished. He raised his head off the pillow, groaned and then dropped his face back into it. He hurt in all the places someone who wasn't gay shouldn't. Turning his head, he checked the time on his alarm clock. 5:14am. He only had himself to blame. If he hadn't spent half his day lying on the couch watching TV and napping then his 'go to bed late, get up late' routine wouldn't have been disturbed. He decided he'd blame Seifer instead. "Ugh, stupid fucker," he groaned and rolled over, wincing. There was no way he was getting back to sleep and no way he was going to be able to do any strenuous physical activity for at least a day. "Damn him."

Not that it wasn't a usual occurrence. Hayner had always known agreeing to rent a place with Seifer was a bad idea, he'd said so often enough. If it wasn't the nagging he got to clean up, the arguments, the actual physical fights, it was the sex. It was becoming a very regular thing, even if to start with it had only been every so often. Hayner refused to believe it was as damaging as Olette made it out to be, though. Wasn't any of her business anyway. Besides they were both of age and consenting. They were just two twenty year old males with very high sex drives, and they were both single. It was just sex, only with each other because they weren't the sort to go looking for one night stands, Hayner always assured himself, not totally sure why he bothered when he knew he wasn't gay. And even if he was - which he wasn't - there was no way he'd like Seifer. It had only started because first year of college had be so fucking stressful and certainly he hadn't had sex since the end of high school party.

They'd both been out drinking that night too and Hayner maintained to his friends that he'd been tipsy, if not drunk, even if he himself knew that the two cans of beer he'd had wasn't nearly enough to effect him. Besides, it was Seifer who had initiated and it would only have made things between them worse if Hayner had told him where to go. Hayner was fine with the situation, he got a regular, healthy amount of sex and didn't have to run round after some whiney girl. Win, win. It was only until he found the girl for him, and then it'd stop. Hell, he could stop now if he wanted. If only it didn't hurt so much the next day.

With another groan he forced himself to sit up. He probably should get out of the house. It was a Saturday and he shouldn't really be wasting his college vacation, at least according to Olette. But, God, it was only half five. Was Olette working today? Yes, and her shift started at six. Excellent. He could do with a coffee. He got up slowly and shuffled across the room and out the open door.

Heading to the bathroom he glanced over at the couch. Seifer was still there. He reached the bathroom and looked over once more. Damn it, why'd he do that? Seifer was completely naked and he knew that, he didn't need to see that again, especially at this ungodly hour in the morning. He closed the door behind him, feeling the cold, hard of the tiled floor on his bare feet, not all that different to their horrible, thin living room carpet. He reached over the bath and turned the shower head on, pulling the curtain across. Stepping back, he took the mat from where it hung on the towel rail and spread it out on the floor. Anything to keep Seifer from shouting and generally being a bitch. Then he carefully stepped into the tub, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain at the base of his spine. "Fuck," he swore as the fast falling water came into contact with his shoulders and chest. Why did Seifer always leave the water set to be so damn hot? Quickly reaching for the taps, he adjusted the heat. He took the soap and washed himself over, rubbing some suds through his hair. Olette would just about have a heart attack if she could she him. But he certainly wasn't going to use any of the girly shit Seifer washed his hair with. Mind you maybe that was why his was so soft. He rinsed the bubbles off, muscles relaxing with the feeling of a thousand beads of water running over him.

He turned off the stream and stepped out, and decided he maybe should have kept the water hotter to see if it could have had more effect on soothing his pains. He towelled himself off, noticing the fingertip shaped bruises along his biceps. If he was visiting Olette, a jumper would be in order. Clutching the towel round his waist he exited the bathroom, taking note that Seifer was still passed out - naked, not that it made any difference other than Hayner didn't particularly want to look at his bare ass and nobody would ever be able to sit there again - on the couch.

Once in his room, he dressed and checked the time, a quarter to six. God, he wished he was still in bed, able to tell Olette the reason he didn't do anything productive that day was that he hadn't gotten up till noon. But, alas, that was not to be. He crossed to his tiny bedroom window and poked his fingers between the blind's slats. The sun was rising and it sky seemed clear enough. It probably wouldn't rain, so he wouldn't need his coat, the jumper he was required to wear would be warm enough anyway. He took a jumper from his wardrobe before leaving his room and collecting his keys from the kitchen worktop, purposely averting his eyes from Seifer's slumbering slammed the door loudly on his way out. He'd only gone a few steps when he heard Seifer's muffled shout. He snorted, knowing he'd pay for it later but feeling Seifer deserved some of the suffering he was undergoing.

Their apartment was on the third floor, and unfortunately for Hayner that day there were no elevators, stairs were not totally comfortable. He was glad when he reached level ground. Outside the sky was tinged orange, the sun nearly but not quite up. The walk to the local coffee shop where Olette worked was only between ten and fifteen minutes. It was quite central to town, about the same distance from his apartment block as the university, only in the opposite direction. A bell tinkled as he pushed open the door and Olette looked up from behind the counter, and smiled, a little surprised, when she saw who it was. "Hayner," she greeted him with a wave, "You're up early."

He crossed the shop and leaned against the counter, "So are you."

She smiled again and rolled her eyes, "Yeah, but I have to work. You," she extended a hand and poked him on the chest, "don't."

"Well, I didn't really do much yesterday." She rose an eyebrow. "So I got a lot of sleep. Hence less this morning," he admitted.

"To be honest, it's good to see you up and out for once."

"Hey, I've been out a lot!" Hayner protested, trying to think of a suitable example. Nope, nothing,

"Right," Olette rolled her eyes once more, "So, do you want to order something or are you just here to pester me?"

"You know I'd never do that 'Lette. I'll take a coffee with caramel syrup."

"Still trying to rot your teeth?" she teased as Hayner rooted through his pockets looking for his wallet. "… 'Lette…" he began sheepishly, raising his head.

The brunette sighed and shook her head, "Honestly, Hayner, you are useless. How would you survive without me?"

"Thanks, 'Lette," Hayner beamed as she reached into her pocket and withdrew the correct change to cover his drink.

"Oh, just go and sit down." She shooed him away with a wave of her hand and Hayner headed over to occupy a table by the side window's. The shop was pretty much empty, only one other table had anyone seated at it aside for his and that was just an elderly man reading the paper. Hayner expected it would just be Olette and maybe someone else working. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been out this early, hell he couldn't remember being awake this early. He only got up at eight for university, and that was when he'd had a substantial amount of sleep and the assistance of his bloody alarm clock.

God, he was so pleased it was summer and he still had two months left. Most of his friends were working a lot, but he worked in the uni dorms' kitchen and they were closed over the summer. He supposed he could have gone out and gotten himself a summer job, but, quite frankly, he was lazy and was quite happy to use up the last of his money, then sponge of Olette, Pence and Roxas until they refused to give him anything else and then phone up his mum and beg her for some cash. He was pretty sure he'd get through the summer off his own back, though. They all could have gone home for summer but they had made a sort of joint decision to only go back near the end and spend the rest of the time in town, being it was their last summer during University. After summer it would be their last year and the summer after that would be filled with job hunting. Yuck.

As much as he complained about university, Hayner had the niggling feeling he'd miss it. Three years seeing his friends everyday and practically living together at times. It would be strange to branch out into the rest of life and Hayner was a little worried about losing everyone. He was pretty sure he'd always remain friends with Olette, Pence and Roxas, but he wouldn't see so much of them, and he might hardly ever see Demyx, Kairi and the others. It was, like, everybody except him, Kairi and Naminé - and Seifer he supposed - had someone to hang onto when the wave of real life hit whereas he just be left drifting on his own, maybe even drowning.

He shook his head, trying to jerk himself out of his depressing thoughts. The bell sounded again as someone else entered and a welcome breeze blew in from outside. Hayner grasped the zipper of his jumper and tugged it down to remove it, feeling that he was starting to sweat, the coffee machines were creating a lot of heat. He heard Olette taking the order of the middle-aged woman who had come in, and started drumming his fingers on the edge of the table. Maybe he'd phone Roxas and Pence later and see if they were up for doing something. Or Pence anyway. Roxas might be too busy with his red haired pervert. At least on Saturday they were going out for Olette's birthday. Oh shit, he didn't have her a present. Yeah, he was definitely calling Pence later. What day was it anyway? Wednesday? Thursday? He looked up at the sound of Olette reaching his table with his coffee. "Thanks 'Lette. Hey, so what's Pence getting you for your birthday?" he asked as she set it down.

She laughed, "I don't know. It's a surprise. But if you really don't know what to get me, I'm out of bubble bath." Hayner had the decency to blush.

"Okay, sorry, it's just… Well, you know me." He took a drink of his coffee, trying to remember what brand of bubble bath Olette preferred.

"Yeah, I do know you," Olette said affectionately and ruffled his hair, "And therefore I don't take it personally." Then her tone changed, "Hayner, your arms are bruised. Someone hurt you." Unfortunately the concern didn't last long, "Oh no, Hayner, you slept with him again, didn't you?!"

"Olette-" he tried. God damn it, he'd taken his jumper off.

"I told you to stop it. God, you never listen-"

"Olette! I never slept with him!"

"Oh, don't lie to me Hayner. I know those bruises are from his hands."

"I didn't!"

"Really? Then get up and jump across this room. In fact don't even jump. Just walk. We'll soon see."

"I didn't."

Olette stormed away, face red. Hayner felt bad, but, he told himself, he hadn't really lied. He had never slept with Seifer. Even when they had sex in Hayner's bed - they never had in Seifer's bed - they never ever fell asleep together. That was too touchy feely. They always left one another, it was sex not cuddles, and that minimised emotional contact or some shit like that, not that there were any emotions to minimise in the first place. Hayner had to wonder why they never had sex in Seifer's bed though, he could only suppose it was like some sacred thing to Seifer. The person he would do in his own bed was the one. Whatever. It was like how picky he got about the hair touching thing. Hayner knew what a lot of people didn't about why he wore that stupid beanie. Seifer didn't like stuff coming into contact with his precious golden locks. Weird, because the first two times they were together - not together - he'd definitely run his hands through it and Seifer hadn't said a word. Then one day Hayner had witnessed Fuu pull his beanie off and ruffle his hair and he'd looked like he wanted to throw something. Hayner could only imagine that if it had been someone else he would have. He presumed Fuu had been teasing him about something so maybe in the light-hearted spirit of things the idiot had managed to keep his head. They'd had sex later on and it was the one and only time they'd ever spoken to each other during it. Hayner remembered pulling the beanie off and pressing his fingers into Seifer's scalp. Then he was shouted at and given crystal clear instructions to never fucking touch Seifer's hair ever again if he wanted to keep his balls. Weird, because Seifer had sure seemed to enjoy it before then.

Hayner took another sip of his coffee, revelling in the sweet taste given by the syrup which masked the bitterness given by the beans. It was… quarter to seven, almost. No one else would be up yet. Boredom, unless Pence was up early taking photographs. He would have asked Olette but he was a little scared that she'd just shout some more and possibly hit him. She could be really frightening when she wanted to, and boy she wanted to when she was mad at him over Seifer. Why couldn't she just leave him alone about it? Girls. They always seem to think there has to be meaning behind everything. Couldn't she just except it was purely mindless sex and leave him to it?

Hayner couldn't have been happier when Pence walked into the shop, accompanied by the bell's ringing. His camera was slung round his neck. Did Hayner know his friends or what? Pence leaned over the counter and kissed Olette on the cheek. Olette said something and Pence turned with a surprised look and waved at Hayner. Hayner grinned and waved back as Pence made to come over but had his shirt grasped and was hauled back in by his pissed looking girlfriend. Olette muttered a lot to him very fast. Hayner had a horrible feeling it had something to do with him. He subconsciously crossed his arms over his body, hands wrapping round his arms to hide tell-tale bruises. Pence finally reached Hayner's table a moment later, looking decidedly less cheerful.

"Hey, Pence," Hayner said, gesturing to Pence's camera, "Been taking pictures?"

Pence nodded, "Yeah." Hayner waited. Pence reached for the device, "Do you want to see?"

Hayner figuratively let out a sigh of relief and gave an enthusiastic, "Yeah," as Pence took a seat next to him, grateful that, at least for now, they weren't going to discus Seifer. That didn't stop Hayner pulling his jumper back on, as Pence began moving through shots, just in case.

*

I've had you so many times
But somehow I want more

Ahhh! If you've gotten this far I salute you!