BRONZE

SEIFER X HAYNER

xXx

There's an exclamation of a thump that echoes through the small, deserted area of twilight town.

Two boys, hidden by the darkness of the late hour they'de stuck around for, barely hear the resounding noise. They're to caught up with the blood pumping in their ears and the adrenaline pounding through their bodies as they swing and hit and miss and dance.

One growls, dark and dangerous and so severely irritated. The other offers a breathless chuckle as he sways his way through dodge after dodge, bending his body like liquid to avoid the powerful blows.

Seifer finally wipes the smart-ass grin off his rivals face as his leg sweeps out, and knocks the younger boys from beneath him.

"Gotcha, lamer," he smirked down, face practically dripping with smug assurance.

Hayner made a face, before a slow smirk spread on his face and his foot suddenly darted out and brought Seifer down with him.

With a yelp, the cocky teen fell ass over head to land in a heap half on top of the smaller blond.

And the dance was rekindled.

Fists rose and fell as the two rolled and strained to land a punch, stretched to turn the tables.

There was no dodging now, not with the negative space between them. But that was alright, Hayner could block and squirm and kick, and irritate Seifer all the while.

The dance was anything but boring, but the steps were burned into their very souls. Through sweat and blood and tears the two had strained to better themselves to beat the other, the same scolding heat racing through them to win, to proove they were better, always better, though they were nothing if they weren't equals.

Sure, Seifer held more power and Hayner more speed, it made little difference when they fought with such furious abandon.

Hayner spat the blood beginning to pool in his mouth before pulling his body taut as he bucked violently, using the momentum to switch positions with the older boy, pinning him down with his body weight and throwing a blind punch to rival the one that still had his jaw tingling.

Seifer took it with the grace of a sailor, a grunt and a few choice cuss words before he bent his knees and once more reversed their positions.

The air left Hayners' lungs in an uncomfortable 'woosh' as the other boys weight held him down, and he panted desperately, blood settling to dry in an irritating line from the corner of his mouth to the cement beneath him. Seifer was just as breathless, though his panting didn't lessen the hold he had on Hayner, assured that the boy couldn't move an inch.

They panted together a while, Hayner's pinned arms twitching as an urge to wipe the blood from his mouth over came all other distractions. He attempted to squirm enough to free it, but Seifer wasn't having that, he increased the pressure slightly, in a determined manner, though he kept his gaze steady on the the wall just beyond Hayner's head.

"Seifer," Hayner finally panted, irritated with the drying blood on his cheek, "you won, you can, 'huff' get off now..."

"No... I don't think I will," Seifer smirked, finally levelling his gaze on the smaller blond, he shifted a little, "quiet comfortable here."

The words were met with a deadly growl, though the boys face was suddenly obscured with the fringe of fight-mussed locks.

"Honestly chicken-wuss, you'd make a great pillow," Seifer snickered, watching the boy closely now, trying to see beyond the veil of blond to see the face beneath without making it obvious his words were for any reaction other then the angry growl.

Truthfully, and he planned to take this to his grave, any reaction from his blond haired rival was beautiful... treasured even in the afterglow of their brawling.

Hayner squirmed a little more, determined to keep his blush hidden, he ground the heels of his feet into the ground, "Seifer, just get off already!" He felt the adrenaline kindle, and was glad... the flush from adrenaline and anger was preferable to the embarrassed blush on his cheeks.

Making a show of looking bored, Seifer yawned in response, "nah, I'm good here." His eyes were trained on the lithe struggler beneath him, looking all the completely oblivious to the kicking he was aiming for.

Hayner growled again, and finally his foot found purchase on some piece of garbage or another and he got the leverage he needed to really fight back, he abruptly squirmed, using the piece of garbage to raise himself up and all but scrape Seifer off between himself and the ground.

Breathing a rushed sigh of releif as Seifer was roughly uprooted, the smaller blond shifted back on agile, if exhausted, legs, wiping the infuriating line of dried blood from his cheek as fast as possible as Seifer roared back to life, rolling into a fighters crouch and preparing to pounce.

"Thought I won chicken-wuss?" he growled out, obviously not impressed with the change in positions.

Hayner knew he had a bare chance to win with the exhastion weighing him down, but he was a teenage boy, and they never backed down... at least when they were as stubborn as he was, "maybe you shouldn't be so goddamn cocky then."

Seifer's scowl was hardly a warning, due to the fact it was the only expression other then a smirk usually gracing his features, but somehow Hayner seemed to notice something different as he swung haphazardly out of the way as the bully charged for him.

The dance resumed it's earlier pace, throwing and dodging and darting and chasing, but as high as the adrenaline pushed them through, the exhaustion was pulling them down, and each missed strike and each met attack had the next coming another moment later.

They were circling now, like wild cats or maybe vultures, waiting for a hint of an opening, a limp or even a momentary distraction and desperate for themselves not to be the one that fell first, even as their legs pleaded for a break and their bodies ached to give it all up.

Suddenly it was Seifer dodging a sly punch to the gut, Hayner's trump card - when speed failed, this was what it came down to, blind and shockingly powerful hits to any weaker part of his enemies anatomy he could reach, throwing himself into any attack he could think of.

And the messed up thing was, even Seifer, who could predict the boy just as well as his rival could predict him, never could prepare himself for these wild attacks. They could be feral, swift and unmerciful.

One landed suddenly, and Seifer couldn't contain his gasp of surprise at the pain it caused, and he was thrown none to lightly against the thick brick wall a little ways to the side, his spine singing out in pain and followed sharply by a dizzying thud of the back of his head.

"Fu-" he was cut off mid-curse as Hayner rammed his fist into the taller boys navel, listening with a sick kind of pleasure as Seifer's breath left in a woosh of surprised ache, and they stopped, just stopped a moment, with Hayner practically pinning the other to the wall to claim his victory.

They panted, desperate for air, but then Seifer looked up, eyes still glazed from the fight, but with something darker tinting through, and Hayner was so caught up in the look that he froze completely, mid breath, and just looked.

"Chicken-wuss," Seifer panted, almost in question, but then he was again cut off, but this time with something a little less painful then a fist to the gut.

Hayners lips were dry and half swollen on one side, he stunk of sweat and blood, and his body was shaking with exhaustion, mostly, and a little bit of fright at his own actions.

It was perfect.

Seifer made a soft growling noise in the back of his throat as his mouth took over from there, pushing the suddenly distracted boy as he expertly reversed their positions, pushing the small skater into the wall in a less then friendly manner, also taking his own thrill of pleasure from the soft sound of pain, before he pushed forward, stealing those dry, half-swollen lips with his own.

Hayner gasped into it, fisting his hands in Seifers vest and pushing into the kiss, his spine arching from the harsh brick at his back and his chest molding itself against his rivals.

Seifer panted a breath in, quickly and unwillingly, before he charged forward again, catching Hayner with his mouth open and diving in for a sample.

In a whirl of action Hayner again moved, this time reversing their positions to pin Seifer again against the wall. The lip lock wasn't deserted, and in fact it picked up, the bruising mesh of their lips and tongues and bodies pushing together.

Suddenly though, it stopped.

Both boys wide-eyed and still hardly an inch apart as they paused.

"Seifer..." Hayner murmured, half in shock, half to assure himself that this was really, honestly happening.

Seifer blinked, "Chicken-wuss..." he echoed.

And although it was that stupid nickname the bully used, and even though Hayner could feel his lip begin to bleed again, he grinned this stupid grin, cause hell, he'd just kissed Seifer... and Seifer had kissed him right back.

Seifer couldn't help the chuckle that was blossoming in his throat, and he couldn't help it bleeding out either.

"Never," he panted, still laughing, "never thought that would actually happen."

Hayner ducked his head, still with that stupid smile on his face, "damn Seifer..." though the laughter was in his voice too.

"So..." Seifer wondered aloud, idly noticing his hands were still on the smaller boys hips, where he rubbed slightly, "what now?"

Hayner jumped slightly at the touch, though he didn't move to get away from it. He looked up through his sweaty bangs, "... our sparrs just got more interesting?"

Seifer offered a snort of agreement, pushing forward to trace Hayners lips with his own, "definately."

Hayner allowed himself to be pulled into the kiss, arms still latched onto Seifers vest, "...for the record though..." he murmured, "I won that last one."

Seifer seemed to consider that, before turning them, pushing Hayner against the wall yet again, though this time the impact was less then forceful, "then lets see about the next," he murmured, pushing forward.

Hayner growled, this time with more of a pleased note as he stole Seifer's lips once again.

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