Oh my goodness, it's finished. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Actually, I feel a bit numb. I think I'm just tired. It's nine minutes to one. No now eight minutes. I'm late. I told myself I would have this up on Friday. It is now Saturday. And I am just so very, very soory for the wait I have put everyone through. All I can say is prelims got in the way and I was lazy.

I have a lot of wonderful reviewers to thank. You guys made writing this story so much more rewarding and you made me feel good about it. I can only hope you like this final part. I'm really sorry if it's not up to standard. I hope it is though. I sort of like it. But serious thank you's to: FinalfallenFantasy, Yaoi . Loving . Jew, Supporter of Free Love, FlyinGShadoW1314, poobaoger, Death-of-Penguins-and -Zannah, SugarCoatedMuffin, Pip, BonneNuit, xacilia, Brose, Anonymous and DeViLaNgEl11. Thank you guys so very, very much. I love you all.

This last part has same warnings; swearing and mentions of sex.

I really hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Don't own Kingdom Hearts. Don't own the song.

I know where you hide alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her everytime she falls
She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5

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Hayner shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and carried on walking despite the rain that had started to fall. He needed this time out of the flat. That made it sound like it had been weeks since he'd gotten out anywhere when in fact it had only been three days. Three days of getting increasingly miserable when he was sure he should have been starting to feel better. Three days of making up excuses to Pence, Roxas and Olette as to why he couldn't do something with them and then just ignoring their calls. Three days of spending as much time as possible in his room to avoid his strangely quiet and sombre flat mate. Hayner had never thought he'd ever admit it but he was actually missing people.

But he wasn't willing to go see his friends and have to explain why he was in such a depressing mood. And he couldn't spend any time with Seifer because the atmosphere between them was weird and uncomfortable, even if they were trying to pretend it wasn't, and Hayner just couldn't face him. He didn't like the clenching in his chest whenever he saw him or the sickening skip of his stomach when the front door opened after Seifer had been out. He didn't know what was wrong with him. God, he'd thought ending things with Seifer would have made him feel better, made his life easier; not complicated things so severely that he no longer knew what he wanted anymore. Because he was still pretty sure that he wanted a proper relationship. Still fairly sure that casual sex and being single was not what he wanted. But whenever he thought about going out into town or for a night out with his friends, to have fun with them and try and meet someone he felt… ill? He didn't know. And not knowing was killing him.

The weather was doing a good job of expressing his feelings for him. Raining when it should have been sunny: miserable when he should have been happier. If only it could just let him know why he was so down. He still felt lonely and yet he couldn't bring himself to do something about it. The idea of finding someone else made him feel worse. And he wasn't sure why he kept thinking of it like that. Someone else. Because that was how he said it to himself. And that was wrong because there had never been anyone, so why would there be an else. It was weird. He felt like he should know the answer. Felt like maybe he did know it. Just that, perhaps, he wished he didn't.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying partly to rid his hair of some of the water that was clinging to it and partly to make the thoughts go away. They didn't. He kept telling himself he wanted someone. And he did. And yet… and yet he didn't want to look for someone. It wasn't even that he was lazy, which he supposed he was really but this was different. He didn't want to because he felt like that would be giving up, letting go, settling for second best, not getting what he really wanted. It terrified him that the someone he was looking for was maybe a little bit more specific than just anyone and that maybe he had already found them.

He needed something to distract himself. This was the closest he'd ever let himself stray to the forbidden thoughts that were hovering on the outskirts of his conscious mind, waiting… waiting. Part of him, however dormant, was aware that no one had ever infuriated him as much as his life long rival, no one had ever interested him as much as his old high school competition, no one had ever made him smile as wide as his blonde bitch of a flatmate. He'd never wanted anyone as much as he wanted the guy he'd been having sex, but never sleeping, with for a over two years.

No one compared to Seifer.

Hayner stopped in the middle of the street as he finally acknowledged that thought. Then he gasped and choked on what could have been a sigh, a groan, a shout, a scream, a sob. He turned left and almost ran in the direction of Olette and Pence's. He didn't bother knocking, just fumbled in his pocket for his keys and shoved the spare one he had in the lock and stumbled inside, not sane enough at that point to be grateful the chain hadn't been on.

The living room was empty but Olette stepped back in the kitchen and looked out the archway between the two rooms. He saw her face change in surprise, "Hayner?"

He headed into the kitchen. Pence was sitting at the kitchen table, across from Roxas. He wasn't sure if he was glad they were all there or not. But at least this way he wouldn't have to explain things multiple times. If he was even able to explain it once. No one said anything for a moment, they seemed to know that something wasn't right, but then Olette opened her mouth and Hayner knew if she asked him if something was wrong he would lie and they'd sit in the kitchen and joke around for a couple of hours and then he'd grin and say he had to go and then he would and he'd get back to the flat and break down. And he couldn't let Seifer see that. So before Olette could say anything he told them what he'd done. "I told Seifer we couldn't have sex anymore."

He half wanted Olette to smile and be pleased, that way he would be forced to ignore his feelings and move on. Or try to. But Olette didn't smile. She just looked at him, questioning and concerned and surprised, and when Hayner turned to Pence and Roxas they looked the same. Then Roxas asked, "When?"

"Sunday," Hayner replied.

The silence returned, they appeared to be processing what he had said. "Hayner, how do you feel?" Olette finally asked and Hayner accepted that she clearly did know him better than she should.

He shook his head, unsure how to answer, not even sure if he could answer. "Is this what you want?" Olette questioned.

Hayner sighed and sunk into an empty seat at the table and stared at the surface, unable to make eye contact with anyone. He swallowed. "I don't know. I… I don't think so."

Olette took the seat opposite him and looked down, trying to meet his gaze. She was smiling gently. He turned his head to the side and folded his arms. "Well," Olette began, "Do you want to keep sleeping with him?"

Hayner scrunched his forehead, angry at her assumptions, her choice of words. "I keep telling you!" He burst out, turning to face her, "I was never sleeping with him!" Pence reeled back a little startled but Olette tried to say something, seemingly realising her mistake. Hayner didn't let her. "Sure, we'd fuck, sometimes even in bed, but then he'd bugger off and I'd sleep on my own! He fucking never slept with me, Olette! He…" Hayner trailed off, anger leaving him. "He never did." And that hurt. He slumped over the table, bringing his arms up to lay his head down on them.

"So you want to sleep with him?" Roxas asked.

Hayner grunted in frustration, "I don't know." Then he sat up again. "I mean, come on guys, it's Seifer. That stupid bastard. Made our lives a living hell, remember? Seifer. My God, Seifer. What the hell was I thinking when I started this?!" Fucking wasn't thinking. Hayner didn't know what to do, what to say, what to think. They didn't understand, they couldn't. Even he didn't. "I… I don't get it. I hate him. Hate his guts. He bullied me, he still does. Fucking makes me feel like an idiot the whole time."

"But you guys are friends now," Pence cut in.

Hayner smacked his fist on the table. "No we're not. He's an asshole. Makes fun of me the whole time, he does. Winds me just 'cause he can. Pisses me off."

"Sounds a bit like Axel," Roxas stated, but his eyebrow was raised in a way that told Hayner it was really a point for him to consider.

Hayner sighed again and slumped back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. "I don't feel different about him, guys," he told them quietly. "My feelings haven't changed. Sure, we can put up with each other a little better now, but I don't feel differently towards him."

"What do you mean, Hayner?" Olette murmured, "You hate him? Because that's what you always used to say."

He squeezed his eyes shut and ran a hand through his hair, "I don't know." He didn't hate Seifer. He knew he didn't. "Maybe I never did hate him," he suggested, "I hated what he did to me, to us, how he acted and how he was always so much better than me. But I don't think I ever hated him."

Hayner heard someone shift to sit forward in their seat and then Pence spoke, "It's not a bad thing that you don't hate him, you know? Seifer's a good guy really."

"And we're not kids anymore," Olette put in, "We don't have to hate them just because we used to fight when we were younger. I really like Fuu, she'd actually a very nice person. It's okay for us to like them."

Hayner bit his lip. He wasn't sure if he wanted to allow himself to accept this. Accept that he liked Seifer, that there was even part of him that might like Seifer. Did he like Seifer? Really? More than just thinking he was attractive? Their relationship was very physical and Hayner wasn't sure they'd be good at dealing with each others feelings. But, then again, Seifer always seemed to know when something was wrong. He always had been able to read Hayner so very well, he used to manipulate that fact very much to his benefit back when they were enemies. And it wasn't like they didn't talk. Maybe not about important stuff, but many a night they had spent up late watching crap television and speaking about anything and everything.

Hayner felt like they knew each other. It was a strange feeling because he had always thought that no one would know him better than his three best friends he was with at that very moment. But Seifer had always know him. They'd always been in each others lives. It should have worried Hayner that he couldn't identify the point in his life when he started to see Seifer as more than just a bully, thus suggesting that he had possibly always liked him. But it sort of didn't. Maybe he'd always known Olette was right.

Should he tell her he thought that she was right? They seemed to know that his feelings for Seifer were more than he had kept insisting but he didn't know if he was ready to admit that out loud, whatever the case. Hayner had thought he was looking for a real relationship and so he had to end the thing with Seifer. And he had been right. But he had been wrong in thinking that he needed to find someone he liked, because he already had them. Or knew them, at least, because he had never really had Seifer, and Hayner feared that he might never.

He rubbed his hand across his face, Olette's, Pence's and Roxas' eyes on him, feeling more than a little overwhelmed at how quickly everything a person thought about their life could change. In under an hour he had suddenly discovered that he had feelings for Seifer of all people and his main concern now was that Seifer would never return those feelings. He looked up, shaking his head slightly. "I think…" he said slowly, unsure whether to make eye contact with any of them or not, "I think I like him."

Olette didn't react, but Pence's eyebrows raised a little and Roxas gave a slight nod and exhaled. Hayner hardly noticed. Seifer. He liked Seifer. He tried to stop the thought that he might really like him from entering his mind but couldn't. All the walls holding out his true feelings must now have been demolished. He wasn't sure what to say to his friends now or what to do. What could he do? He'd just finished things with Seifer and they hadn't even been real so it wasn't like he could just try and get it back to the way it was.

He looked to Olette, hoping she'd be able to tell him what to do. "Hayner," she began, "What do you want to do?" Huh. Well that was so helpful.

He sighed and squeezed at his temples, "Well what can I do?"

"Tell him?" Pence offered, unsure.

Hayner let out a snort of humourless laughter. "I don't think so," he said, dejection accidentally seeping into his tone. "Like you said," he nodded to Olette, "It was just sex to him."

"I said it might only be sex to him," Olette corrected, "Not that it definitely was." Hayner didn't listen to her, however. Just the thought of it hurt more than he could ever have imagined. He knew now why he had felt so strange when Olette had said that to him, but that didn't lessen the painful effect that the possible fact had on him. Because it most likely was a fact. Hayner didn't know if Seifer was gay but that hardly mattered because he couldn't imagine his roommate ever wanting him in that way, anyway. Seifer was so much better than him. Stronger, funnier, better looking, smarter. And he had always made it quite clear that he knew that, knew that Hayner was not worth anything.

"Hayner," Olette started.

He cut her off with a groan and let his head fall into his hands. "I can't believe this is happening."

"It'll be okay." Hayner had to bite back the sarcastic retort he wanted to spit at Roxas. Some great advice he was giving. It was unlike Roxas to be optimistic about anything, though, so Hayner was surprised when he went on, "It will work out however it's supposed to."

Hayner tried not to feel exasperated, "But that doesn't do me much good in the meantime, does it? Doesn't tell me what I'm supposed to do."

He looked up to find Roxas just shrugging. Olette reached across the table and took his hand, "Just do whatever feels right."

Hayner smiled helplessly at her, "You can't think of anything? You have nothing to say about it?"

"Hayner this is about you, not me. And you aren't trying to get Seifer to like me, you want him to like you so it needs to be you actions and your words."

Hayner choked a little, "I - I can't tell him."

"And why not?" Olette asked, waving her free hand out to the side, "The absolute worst that could happen is he doesn't feel the same and laughs at you."

"And to be honest," Pence put in, "He'll probably laugh at you anyway, even if he does like you back."

Hayner scowled. Real nice of Pence. He felt so much better now. Olette squeezed his hand, "I'm glad you finally realised what was going on in your head. And I'm sorry I was so pushy about it before, but I hope that now you can see why."

Hayner nodded at her and replied, "Yeah, I can. And I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. If I had this might have been sorted out sooner, or maybe I would never have… have properly fallen for him." Hayner looked away from Olette's sad smile and took his hand from hers, standing up. "I think I better get back. I have no idea what I'm going to do," he admitted out loud.

"Whatever happens you'll do the right thing, Olette assured him as he headed for the living room. Just as he stepped in he turned back, "Guys, thanks." He was answered by two kind smiles and Roxas' gentle gaze.

He headed back to the apartment. Nervous no matter what he tried to tell himself. The thought of seeing Seifer after what he had now realised made him feel sick. He did not know what to do. He really didn't. He couldn't tell him, that much he was almost certain of. He didn't think he had the guts to do that. He had never been so scared of rejection in his life. Sure, he'd been nervous before but never had he ever cared this much. Actually, when he thought about it, he had always cared what Seifer thought of him, probably more than what anyone else thought. That was a big part of what had kept their rivalry going, he supposed.

When he reached the apartment door he had to stop for a moment and breath before he could work up the nerve to grasp the handle and open it. He stepped inside, swallowing and trying to keep his breathing steady. His chest constricted a little painfully when he caught sight of Seifer sitting on the couch. He turned his head to Hayner and nodded in greeting. Hayner managed to shut the door behind him, remove his shoes and head over to sit at the opposite side of the couch.

It was hard to keep his eyes on the television and not let them stray to watching Seifer. Hayner hated the awkwardness in the air. He wanted it gone, even if things just had to go back to how they had been before, minus the sex. "So," Hayner tried to break the silence between them, "How… how was your day?"

Hayner saw Seifer shrug before the older blond muttered, "Fine. Your's?"

"Alright," Hayner replied.

The conversation died. Hayner couldn't think of anything else to say and Seifer didn't offer anything. Time trickled past. Hayner wasn't sure what he was still doing in the living room. He wasn't really watching the television at all and Seifer seemed to be ignoring him. He swallowed nervously and licked his lips. He desperately wanted to say something, anything to the other male. To fix this or at least make things better. And being this close to Seifer was painful. Hayner could stretch out an arm and lay his hand on Seifer's shoulder. But he shouldn't because of how things were between them. He was starting to realise just how very attractive Seifer was. With his strong frame and clear eyes. And the blond hair hidden beneath that wretched beanie that Hayner knew first hand was soft to the touch. Hayner hadn't touched, hadn't kissed Seifer in three days, which was actually a long time for them. And he probably wouldn't ever again. That killed him. It made his windpipe shrink and his breath come in a quiet gasp. He was in too deep.

When the programs on the television were long past becoming night-time junk, Seifer got to his feet and headed to his room with only at muttered, "Goodnight," cast back over his shoulder at Hayner. Hayner waited until he heard Seifer's bedroom door click shut before he replied with a whispered, "Night." Then he too got up and headed to his own room.

He sat at his desk for a while, listening to Seifer's quiet footsteps, then the sound of him leaving his room and going to the bathroom and then the silence of Seifer having gone to bed. Hayner had a thought. He guessed he'd he was probably being stupid and that maybe things would get better with time, just like everyone said. But they'd never be right, never be how Hayner wanted them to be. Because Hayner wanted Seifer, and that just couldn't happen.

They had a whole year left of University. That had recently started to feel like such a short period to Hayner, but now it seemed like forever. Forever of being with Seifer but never being with him. Forever of having to wait out the weird air between them and hope it passed; of being the subject of all Seifer's jokes and tormenting and wishing to be more; of Seifer having someone else that he would bring home to the flat and sleep with in his bed. Hayner wasn't sure he could cope with that. Being Seifer's flat mate had been stressful enough when they didn't get on, but now that Hayner liked him, wanted him, it would be worse. Much worse, Hayner was sure of it. He didn't want to suffer that, and maybe if he didn't have to see Seifer so much then he'd get over him. He'd accidentally fallen for him without even realising it, and that might have been due to the close proximity they were always in, so maybe if he was away from him he could move on without much effort and everything would be okay. Not like how it was now.

Hayner stood up and tried to think for a moment, but all that would come to mind was the sleeping blond who lay in the next room and would never, could never want him. He dragged his duffle bag out of the wardrobe and started stuffing in his clothes. Maybe he was being rash, unreasonable. Maybe he should wait some time and see how things turned out. Maybe he should wait until it was daytime and not nearing one o'clock in the morning. But Hayner felt like this couldn't wait. He needed to get away, get out before he was dragged under and couldn't see past Seifer. He didn't know just how deep his feelings ran but he could only hope he wasn't past the stage of turning back. He needed to leave, he had to.

This was Seifer. The very same Seifer who had picked on him his whole life, teased him and ridiculed him and would do worse than that if he realised how Hayner really felt about him. Pence was right, Seifer would laugh, because Olette was right that it was only sex to Seifer. It had never meant anything to him. Hayner didn't mean anything to him. He'd probably even be glad that he was leaving. At least he wouldn't have to constantly nag Hayner to clean up the kitchen. And he'd easily find a new flat mate. Hayner was so very easily replaced.

He crossed to his desk and pushed all his books into the bag, along with his laptop and some spare pens. He didn't know where he was going to go. He wasn't sure Olette and Pence's was a good idea because Olette wouldn't understand, she'd think he was being silly and tell him to go back and try and work things out with Seifer. She wouldn't understand that Hayner simply couldn't take having him within reach but not being able to be close to him. He could not go to Roxas, because going to Roxas meant going to Axel and the last person Hayner wanted to see right now was that stupid red-head who unfortunately seemed to be able to clearly see how much he wanted Seifer. He didn't want to think about Seifer, he wanted to forget about him, and Axel wouldn't let him.

Maybe Kairi would take him in. She and Naminé had a big enough apartment and a very nice couch. And they wouldn't ask too many questions. Naminé would just be quietly concerned and Kairi would distract him if that was what he wanted. But it was almost one in the morning and that was a ridiculous time to turn up anywhere asking for a place to stay.

Hayner sank back onto the chair beside his desk and stared at his bulging bag. All he knew was that he couldn't stay with Seifer. He slowly picked up everything from the floor of his room and packed it into the bag to and then proceeded to the bathroom to gather his things from there. It didn't take long to find what little toiletries he had, finishing by removing his tooth brush from its place in the cup with Seifer's. He set his fully packed bag by the front door.

He knew if he waited until the morning he'd never leave. Everything would probably seem better the next day and if not someone would talk him out of leaving. And then in the long run he'd regret not getting out while he had felt like he could because he'd be trapped in his never returned affections for Seifer. This was ridiculous. He should just go, just get out right now. He moved to get his shoes. Perhaps he should just let Seifer know what was going on. So he wouldn't worry. Not that he would, but just in case. Or more like so he didn't have to see him later to give some lame excuse for moving out, that might hinder the process of moving on. He walked over and opened the door quietly.

It was dark in Seifer's room but Hayner could make out the lump in the bed opposite the door roll over at the sound of him entering. Seifer propped himself up on his elbow and looked over, wiping at his eyes, "Lamer?" Hayner took a few steps into the room, pushing the door back a little so as to let less of the light that was blinding Seifer in.

"Um…" Hell if he knew what to say. How did you tell someone you were moving out without evoking questions or making the person feel like it was their fault? Well, it had a lot to do with Seifer so maybe that didn't matter so much.

"What is it, Hayner?" Seifer asked, a little groggy.

"I'm…" Hayner fumbled for the right words, "I'm gonna… move out."

Seifer sat up a little straighter. "What?" he sounded confused, a little shocked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm not going to live here anymore," Hayner clarified.

He saw Seifer shake his head slightly. "Why?" he asked and Hayner could hear the disapproving tone entering his voice, but then it softened, "C'mere."

Hayner hesitated for a second - was it really such a good idea for him to approach Seifer? - but then walked over. What could he say, he was weak.

Hayner stopped just short of the bed and waited for Seifer to speak. Seifer pulled himself up into a fully sitting position and then spoke, "Look, don't be stupid, you don't need to move out."

"But I think I would be better if I did," Hayner argued, "I don't think it's a good idea-"

Seifer reached out and grasped his wrist, tugging him forwards. Hayner's knees hit the bed and he stumbled a little falling against Seifer who pulled him down further and kissed him. Hayner didn't even try and stop it. The feeling, taste of Seifer's mouth against his was just too perfect. He'd missed it, desired it so very much and it was just better than he could remember or imagine. Seifer's arm was soon round his waist, dragging him to get onto the bed on his knees.

As soon as he was settled Seifer was working at removing his jumper. Hayner didn't move his hands at all, kept them still on the mattress, supporting him as his mouth moved furiously against Seifer. A small portion of doubt had crept up, enough to stop him from attempting to go any further, but no where near enough to cause him to want to stop kissing Seifer. He never wanted to stop. Seifer was pushing his jumper off his shoulders and he squirmed and lifted his hands enough to allow Seifer to tug it off and drop it to the floor.

Instantly Seifer's warm hands were creeping up his bare sides beneath his shirt. Goosebumps flared up Hayner's arms and he felt a little light headed as Seifer sucked his lower lip into his mouth and kneaded at it gently with his teeth. Hayner couldn't stop himself from raising his arms and tangling his hands in Seifer's hair. God, he wanted this. He wanted Seifer so badly it was near impossible to think. And Seifer's hands were still slowly making there way up his sides, touching lightly, almost tickling in a way that Hayner wanted to pull away from but simply couldn't from fear that the loss of contact with Seifer would kill him. Seifer bit down harder on his lip and he fisted his hands, tugging at Seifer's hair.

A low groan escaped Seifer's throat and Hayner was suddenly aware of exactly where his hands were. He pulled back sharply, tearing his hands away. "Sorry," he burst out.

Seifer looked at him, his eyes hazy, seemingly confused. Hayner waved his hands a little, in front of him, as an explanation and uttered a slightly terrified, "Your hair."

Comprehension spread over Seifer's face and his hands, which had come down to rest on Hayner's hips, immediately sprang back into action, stroking his chest and pulling him nearer. "I don't mind," Seifer breathed, voice a little hoarse, then his lips descended on Hayner's neck, before speaking again, "With you… I don't care. I never cared." And then his mouth was back on Hayner's, lips working slower, stronger and his tongue pushing it's way into Hayner's mouth. Hayner could feel himself close to becoming lost in the feeling of Seifer close to him, touching him, but the confusion that had entered his mind stopped him.

What? Seifer had never minded? Then what the hell had the severe warning been about? And way to mess up his mind even more, telling him he didn't mind when it was him. That gave Hayner hope and he didn't want it because he knew it had to be false. Seifer wasn't the sort of guy to like someone, not seriously and certainly not him. Seifer liking him was something he would have laughed at, if the fact that he did not didn't sting so much. He was supposed to be leaving and they were supposed to never be engaging in this kind of casual activity ever again. Seifer obviously wasn't up for something more solid and real, he clearly hadn't really listened to Hayner when he had said this was a bad idea. A bad idea just like Hayner allowing it to continue, no matter how good it felt. He was kissing back and he shouldn't be, his tongue curling with Seifer's. He had to stop. It was in his best interests. He was just being stupid, letting this go on.

One of his hands was on Seifer's shoulder, the other round the back of his neck wanting to snake up into his hair. Seifer was leaning back a little and Hayner would have been pressed against him had Seifer not been so eager to run his hands all over Hayner's torso. Seifer was shifting now, attempting to lie back and take Hayner down with him. God, they were going to go to far, Hayner was going to end up in deep enough to drown.

Hayner let go of Seifer and pulled out of the kiss and Seifer dropped down onto the bed, looking rather bewildered and a little exasperated at Hayner stopping. He leaned up on one elbow and began to speak, "Hayner, what-"

But Hayner cut him off, "This… this isn't right." Seifer sighed deeply and reached for Hayner but Hayner caught his wrist, "No. Look, I don't want this. I want to go."

"Don't," Seifer said.

And Hayner wanted to believe he meant that, he really did, more than anything. But this was Seifer and he knew Seifer and couldn't kid himself. "I have to. I… I don't want this anymore. The just sex. I… I sort of want a real…" Hayner trailed off, feeling embarrassed. He couldn't tell Seifer this. He'd think it was stupid and girly. But he clearly needed a better reason to convince Seifer that he really did need to move out. "My stuff is packed. I'll go to Kairi or someone. It's fine."

Seifer was regarding him carefully and Hayner hated the feeling of being under such obvious scrutinization. Seifer was so good at reading him. He was going to figure it out.

"So you don't want me," Seifer stated, expression unreadable.

Hayner immediately felt the need to convince Seifer that he wanted him more than he could possibly explain but at the same time knew he should be grateful Seifer had made that assumption.

But Hayner found he couldn't bring himself to lie and say yes. "I'm not saying that," he said, looking down, and letting go of Seifer's arm, "I just don't want to have this… whatever this is anymore.

Before he could do anything to prevent it, Seifer had reached up and caught the back of his neck, pulling him down and crushing their lips together.

Seifer broke the kiss, but didn't let Hayner sit back up. "You don't want me," he breathed, lips millimetres from Hayner's. Seifer looked doubtful and it was more of a question. Hayner knew he hadn't been very convincing. If Seifer could tell before, he surely be able to read it completely in Hayner's face couldn't force himself to pull away, desperate not to, especially with Seifer's breath teasing over his lips.

"I just want something real," Hayner muttered, knowing he'd revealed all now.

Seifer smirked. He relaxed his arm and allowed Hayner's face to move a little more away from his. God, he knew. Damn him.

"Like boyfriend and girlfriend?" he asked, a laugh evident in his tone.

Hayner refused to make eye contact. Humiliation. "Yeah."

Then Seifer was dragging him back down and kissing him again, lying back completely and putting his other arm round his waist and managing to tug him down to lie half on the bed and half on Seifer's chest. He pulled back, smirk wider than Hayner had ever seen it before, "Okay, but you're the girl." He barked out a laugh and then kissed him again, sliding his tongue fully round the inside of Hayner's mouth.

Disbelief flooded Hayner. What on earth? Had Seifer just agreed to go out with him? Seifer and him in an actual relationship. A real one. No way. But Seifer was tightening the arm round his waist and kissing him in a way that Hayner didn't really think was purely sexual.

"Seifer-" he tried to ask if the older blond meant it, as Seifer moved to kiss the edge of his jaw.

"Hayner," Seifer cut him off, "Seriously, can we talk in the morning? I was sleeping before you interrupted me. I'm fucking tired."

Hayner nodded and wondered if he should get up, but Seifer dragged the blankets up to cover both of them and wriggled a bit to get comfortable. Then he wrapped his other arm round Hayner's waist as well and kissed the corner of his lips. "Night Lamer."

Hayner blinked a few times, trying to work out what the hell had just happened. He carefully draped his arm across Seifer's chest and moved his head down to the crook of Seifer's neck. "Night."

Seifer had just kissed him and been perfectly normal after discovering that Hayner liked him. The world must be ending. He'd said they could be boyfriend and girlfriend. Hayner frowned, only now realising the teasing insult. But still. They were together.

And it dawned on him. They were together. He was with Seifer how Olette and Pence were - engagement aside, how Roxas and Axel were, how everyone seemed to be. He wasn't alone anymore. He had someone. He had better than someone, he had Seifer. And now he was grinning like a girl, into the dark, at nothing in particular other than he was now the 'girlfriend' of his arch nemesis. And he was happy. Ridiculously happy. He packed his bag for nothing and would have to unpack it the next day. And yet he couldn't even bring himself to be exasperated about that. He was such a sap. He lay and grinned and listened to the sound of a sleeping Seifer's breathing and felt the rise and fall of his chest - slowly getting sleepy himself - for awhile, before realising that he was in Seifer's bed. And was just about to sleep with him, in his bed. And in the morning would most likely sleep with him in said bed.

It was unreal.

He was with Seifer. Seifer.

Damn him.

Hayner gently pushed one hand into Seifer's hair and smiled.

*

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

It's over. If you spot any mistakes please let me know. I didn't check this as often as I usually would because I just wanted to get it up. I've already over run my deadline.

I hope you liked it. I really, really do. Can't belive it's finished.

If you haven't yet listened to the song, please do. It's great. And the line I use in every part is just so this story.

I will now be moving onto writing a Demyx and Zexion parter. But I think it will just be one part. If you want to read that you should check back in like a month. Haha, you can so tell I'm not planning on working hard.