▶ kneel, loser!

What about this made Hayner think he wasn’t serious?

Recipient: Chicken-wuss ? MMS, 11:10 AM

Recipient: Chicken-wuss yeah? MMS, 11:10 AM

Recipient: Seifer Almasy

no way.

— MMS, 11:11 AM

Recipient: Seifer Almasy

ask for something else.

— MMS, 11:11 AM

#B)#200 years later #camochampion

Seifer snorted at the screen.

Recipient: Chicken-wuss don't be a prude MMS, 11:12 AM

What?

Hayner stared at his screen. What did that even — oh. He instantly tensed, some weird feeling running through him.

He was…scared. For some reason, the prospect of Seifer having ‘dirty’ pictures of him on his phone making him…feel really fucking weird? The older teen could literally just decide ‘I’m pissed. I’m going to humiliate him” and there would go Hayner’s dignity for forever.

He didn’t trust Seifer.

Recipient: Seifer Almasy

wait are u serious ?

— MMS, 11:09 AM

#camochampion #u___u i suck sorry

What about this made Hayner think he wasn't serious?

Recipient: Chicken-wuss ? MMS, 11:10 AM

Recipient: Chicken-wuss yeah? MMS, 11:10 AM

Oh.

Hayner stared at the words on his screen, brain completely blank. Wait was Seifer serious? He was…asking him for a…picture? Why the hell was that the most weirdest and yet hottest thing ever!? What the fuck.

Recipient: Seifer Almasy

i dunno. what’s in it for me?

— MMS, 11:08 AM

He snorted. Why did Hayer think he was going to get anything out of this? He still owed Seifer after those tutoring sessions, after all.

Recipient: Chicken-wuss nothing MMS, 11:08 AM

Recipient: Chicken-wuss im cashing in MMS, 11:08 AM

It must have been a couple of hours later that the bus pulled into the hotel parking lot and all Hayner could think about doing was take a cold shower, especially after his brain had refused to think about anything else but Seifer — Seifer behind him, whispering just how he had done in that store, one hand loosely holding his hip and the other gripped his dick tightly.

He was so, so frustrated.

To make matters worse, the older teen had to annoyingly cut him off, causing their bodies to briefly brush against one another and it took every ounce of self control for Hayner not to just grab him right then and there and kiss him. What a fucking asshole.

Whatever the coach was saying outside, Hayner wasn’t listening. In fact, he didn’t remember how he had acquired the key that he was now using to open his room. Not really dwelling on it, he picked the first bed he saw and threw his duffel bag on it; His roommate followed in a couple of minutes after. Hayner would have maybe tried talking to the kid but he was too worked up to give a damn and all he wanted to do was get in the shower and get off.

He was just about to head to said bathroom when he heard the loud ‘ding’ of his phone, informing him he had received a message. Hayner immediately grabbed it, fingers effortlessly unlocking the device and opening the message.

Some sort of chill ran down his spine and he was right about to say something really obvious like ‘i’m in my room obviously?’ but his roommate caught his attention and he stopped himself.

'Hey i'm going to go hang out with some of the dudes. Wanna tag along?'

'Nah, gonna shower.'

And Hayner turned his attention back to his phone once he heard the click of the door.

Assuming they had time to kill…Hayner gambled.

Recipient: Seifer Almasy

taking my clothes off

— MMS, 11:07AM

#camochampion #short bc school is a thing sobs please don't hate me

That got Seifer's full attention, and he sat up suddenly, earning a wary glance from his roommate. Seifer ignored him entirely; his thumbs flew over the keypad, mind preoccupied with the words Hayner had just written.

Recipient: Chicken-wuss show me MMS, 11:07 AM

Hayner got goosebumps all across the back of his neck and down his arms. He was trying really hard not to move, the urge to shiver and shake them off strong but he didn’t want Seifer to see how much that had affected him, and yet all that was running through his head as the line moved was hell fucking yeah. But when exactly would they even have time to do anything? It wasn’t like they could loiter around during the competition and even if they could, their teammates would be right there, Seifer probably wouldn’t even come near him. Seifer definitely wouldn’t come anywhere near him with people around.

So, they were literally stuck together without even being able to mess around? Man that was going to suck.

Without saying another word, not that he really could, people would notice, Hayner made his way back to the bus, ignoring his two teammates that were already back on the bus and plopping back into his chosen seat.

When he saw Seifer get back on the bus, Hayner blatantly stared after the boy, popping chips into his mouth as he followed Seifer’s movement, maybe undressing him with his eyes a little and also thinking about blowing him. Just a quick one.

Seifer hung back a bit after paying the cashier as to not follow Hayner too closely; he took his time gathering up his change, receipt, and food before heading back to the bus. He could feel Hayner's eyes upon him as he made his way back to his seat, and he allowed himself the briefest of glances his rival's way before turning around and sitting back down, his head falling against the window.

There was only one thing-- one person-- on his mind for the remainder of the ride, and he was thankful there was no one sitting across from him to witness as he awkwardly adjusted himself when his thoughts got a little too dynamic. He was ever aware of the fact that Hayner was sitting just a couple of rows behind him, and that just made him all the more tense.

The bus rolled to a stop several hours later, and Seifer waited until Hayner made his way past before sliding into the aisle before him, effectively cutting the boy off and brushing against him with a smirk. Outside the bus, Coach was shouting off information they all already knew but had to listen to anyway. They'd arrived a bit earlier than scheduled, so they had a couple of hours before they needed to begin preparing for the first matches-- which Seifer wasn't participating in, since these tournaments always went by weight, but they were all expected to spectate anyway, participating or not. He'd probably waste away those hours in the fitness room of the hotel, or maybe in his own room if his assigned roommate wasn't going to annoy him... Or maybe getting off wasn't as out of the question as he'd assumed it would be. He shot a look Hayner's way, musing.

Check-in itself took a while, and they were left with a bit less free time than anticipated. Seifer headed up to his room straightaway, not bothering to wait for the other guy, and he claimed a bed as soon as he was in the door and immediately laid down. He nodded at his roommate when he came through the door, but didn't say anything; he just pulled out his phone. There wasn't anything taking up their schedule right now, so the text he sent was worth a shot.

Recipient: Chicken-wuss whatre you up to loser MMS, 11:05 AM

Hayner shot his rival a look because he was obviously bullshitting; He did not snore that loud. But he kept whatever it was that they were doing going, “Too bad there wasn’t something to keep my mouth occupied, huh?” Hayner snidely whispered, sauntering off to pay for the items he was carrying, feeling slightly accomplished.

But as he waited in line and their brief conversation played out in his head he had a thought. Shit…had they been…flirting!? Or at least their version of flirting because to anyone else that would not have been flirting, but…they had fucking been flirting. He immediately turned slightly red, refusing to glance back at Seifer even though he really wanted too.

#camochampion #throw me off a cliff this is Disgusting

Seifer was so surprised by Hayner's quip, how he'd let it slip so casually, that he almost overflowed his coffee. He pulled away from the dispenser and quickly capped his cup and stared after the boy, his mind stuck on all of the insinuations behind those words. Fuck. He wasn't supposed to be so affected by that.

Gathering his items, he discreetly followed Hayner and fell behind him in line. He stared down at the back of the boy's head, his gaze tracing the contour of his neck and the soft tufts of blonde hair leading down to a bruise that tried so hard to be hidden by the collar of his shirt. Seifer smirked to himself and leaned in a bit, just a bit-- not so close that it looked weird but enough so that Hayner was the only one who heard him.

"We can fix that later."

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"Jeez. They really suck at this whole communication thing," she said with a disbelieving laugh. Not that it really made that much of a difference. Still, she couldn’t help but find it irritating. Who knows what else they were hiding at this point. Selphie guessed it wasn’t really worth worrying about right now though.

"I guess we shouldn’t be all that surprised, huh?"

#shut up im actually kind of being nice #u know what i change my mind fuck u

"Yeah, I guess." At least some things made more sense now, though.

"You seem way too good to've come from them, anyway," he said with a snort, not bothering to hide his disdain for their adoptive parents.

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Kairi had to bit her lip as Seifer talked about hayner. It was reminding her strongly of a young Sora and Riku rivalry. She pulled a face at Seifers next question.

"Um. It’s kinda complicated." She admitted, thinking about how Axel had gone from kidnapping to training alongside her and being her friend. "But, he’s not around anymore. I don’t think he’s going to come here again." Kairi said, a bit awkwardly, rubbing the back of her head. Poor Axel. He had too many memories here in Twilight Town to want to come back. She heaved a sigh, upset for her friends.

"Listen. If you’re really absolutely not going to teach me no matter what I do or say or ask, tell me right now okay? Because then I can go and ask Hayner or even train by myself and wont waste any more time." She said, suddenly not in the mood to try and convince the boy in front of her.

#HI no it's fine i promise #school is important after all~#and i'll probably be really slow too jfkdslfsdjf #sameskysamedestiny

Seifer let out a small laugh at the girl's sudden outburst; she seemed awfully desperate to train for Struggle. He looked her over once more.

"Whatever." His tone was indifferent as he turned away, heading over to the bench where his weapon lay. "Grab a bat."

It wasn't as if he had anything better to do at the moment.

Hayner was already clutching a bag of ships, a chocolate bar and his other hand was reaching out to grab another random candy that he probably wouldn’t eat, when he heard the low voice to his left. He recognized it right away and with it came the weird feeling pulling low in his stomach from earlier. Truth was, Hayner hadn’t been expecting Seifer to really talk to him on the tournament trip but the older teen had intentionally initiated a pointless conversation so what did that mean? Probably nothing, he tried telling himself, but he couldn’t help the small smile that worked its way onto his lips.

He shrugged in response, hand snatching the item in front and adding it to the pile of junk food he was forming. He then turned and brushed right past Seifer while adding, “Where you watching me?” in the most accusing tone he could muster while simultaneously making it seem like he hadn’t said anything at all. He was hoping Seifer would follow, try to rebuke his statement as he went for his caffeinated drink; Seifer was too prideful not too.

#camochampion #gross..... asshole.... flirting.....#'''''''flirting'''''''#bye

Seifer picked up a couple of protein bars and moved along the aisle as Hayner did, not straying too close but close enough that he could still hear him.

"Yeah right," he laughed in response, as if the mere thought was ridiculous. His hands grabbed for a cup to fill with cheap convenience store coffee as Hayner chose his drink. "They could hear you snoring all the way up front, loser. Invest in a fuckin' mouthpiece."

Truth was he had been shooting looks back at Hayner from time to time. It was practically torture, being so close but being unable to take what he wanted; all he could think about, especially now, was pulling Hayner out of sight and shoving him up against... something. But he wouldn't.

It must have been a couple of hours later when Hayner finally stirred, feeling the bus come to a complete stop. Coach was saying something up front but Hayner was still too out of it to fully comprehend what was going on. People were starting to get up though and when Hayner glanced outside the window he saw that they were at a rest stop; It was probably a snack and restroom break then.

Hayner yawned, getting up himself only to spot Seifer a couple of seats in front of him. His stomach did a weird turn and he ignored it in favor of frowning right when their eyes locked. It was probably not that threatening, especially since his hair was most likely a mess and he just flat out didn’t have the energy to pretend to hate each other with sleep deprivation weighing him down. What he did know was that he needed food and so he followed behind the rest of his teammates, trying to find the first store that sold some chips and some type of caffeinated drink to wake him up.

#camochampion #wow #did you know i hate u

The bus came to a halt and Seifer stood and unconsciously looked back at Hayner, who met his eye as the bus shook him awake. Seifer shot him a look and fell into line behind his teammates, heading straight toward the convenience shop; he'd skipped out on breakfast in his haste this morning, and he was starving.

He eyed Hayner across the shop as he browsed the selection, frowning to himself. He figured messing around was off-limits during the two-day tournament-- too risky, and where would they find the time between Struggling and spectating? Not to mention that everyone had a roommate, so hooking up in the room was out of the question. Seifer was getting frustrated just thinking about it.

He ventured another glance at Hayner across the shop and, unable to suppress the impulse, made his way over slowly; he sidled up to him as inconspicuously as he could, pretending to browse whatever was in the vicinity while keeping his voice low.

"Nice nap, slacker?"

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Too? Selphie’s jaw dropped in disbelief.

Being away from home as often as she was, she had always figured that Seifer was the biological son they had always wanted but couldn’t have. Apparently not. Confusion scrawled itself upon the girl’s face, questioning almost everything she had ever known in her life in that instant. A part of Selphie always knew that she and her adoptive brother weren’t actually related, but thinking he was the product of her “parents” made it feel like he was.

"They never told me."

"Yeah, well, they never told me either," Seifer said with a snort at the apparent abundance of misinformation they'd been given. It was surprising, to say the least, but it wasn't worth worrying about; nothing had changed, really. He had always known they weren't actually related.

The days that followed were basically pretty similar. He would go to school and try ignoring Seifer’s presence as much as possible while in the presence of others but at some point they both must have realized that simply avoiding each other was probably a bit suspicious, especially to their group of friends. Olette already knew but Pence was still oblivious. Seifer’s little flunkies were definitely in the dark and Hayner shrugged it all off knowing that it didn’t really matter.

Adding fire to their arguments for the first time became difficult because he couldn’t get too mad to the point where they’d hit each other but they also had to put on a good act in front of everyone else. Or — mostly an act. Seifer still pissed him off with his snide little comments.

The sneaky make out sessions and intense touching was probably what really kept them from punching each other in the face. It was like everything that had made sense before suddenly didn’t. Instead of wanting to punch Seifer’s face, he found himself more often then not going in for a fierce kiss, which led to touching, which lead to Seifer and him getting off somehow in some corner, somewhere. And Hayner didn’t know how to feel about it. So he didn’t or at least that’s what he told himself.

With everything that had been happening, the trip for the tournament had been the last thing on his mind. Coach had been talking nonstop about it all week and all Hayner could fucking think about was Seifer. What the fuck? It made him angry. He was even packing now for it and he was thinking about him.

Hayner groaned, stuffing the remainder of his toiletries into his duffle bag and closing the damn thing. He figured there was no point in going to bed early and so he stayed up the rest of the night, playing video games and keeping busy on his laptop. He could sleep on the bus and that’s exactly what he did. He managed to be one of the first people on, not that it really mattered since the charter bus had more seats then there were people on the team, and Hayner chose to sit towards the back. The ‘staying up all night’ started catching up to him and he pulled his hood up, leaning his head against the glass window as the rest of his team mates filed in.

Hayner wasn’t sure of much of anything after that.

#camochampion #is this nsfw?#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#if any of you that follow me are getting sick of seeing this shit on your dash u can unfollow #seriously #i won't be offended lmao

Keeping his activities secret from Fuu and Rai seemed to get increasingly more difficult, and understandably so, as Seifer disappeared every day for hours on end. He'd been keeping his friends at bay so far with the excuse of 'mandatory extended practice' before the big tournament in a couple of weeks, but he wasn't sure what he'd tell them after he came back from said tournament. He could claim he was working odd jobs or was landing himself in detention for whatever reason, but he knew that Fuu, at least, would eventually see through it.

He just-- How the hell was he supposed he tell them that he was hooking up with the very same asshole they'd been feuding with for years? He couldn't. And so he and Hayner went along with pretending everything was the same as always, except there now seemed to be double meanings behind their words and Seifer usually just ended up getting turned on rather than angry when they fought.

Though for some reason, Seifer felt like it was... worth it, this whole arrangement. Instead of coming home with bruises and scraped knees, he was coming home with hickies-- and Hayner was going home with scrapes on his knees. He couldn't deny that Hayner's mouth was amazing, plenty better than most of the girls Seifer had been with, and the feeling of being pressed up against his rival left him far more satisfied than any girl had ever. It was disgusting, but he found himself thinking about Hayner constantly; if they weren't meeting up, Seifer was texting him trying to meet up, and the best part of the day was when he could drag Hayner into some vacant room and have his way with him.

Needless to say, Seifer's performance at practice had improved. Sure, he was a bit distracted by Hayner's presence and the looks he'd shoot him across the court, but his energy had returned and his confidence was on high. He felt more than prepared for the upcoming tournament.

When the morning of departure came he was one of the first there, and when the bus doors opened he went straight to the back as to avoid the rest of his teammates. (The reason he liked Struggle was because it was a solo sport; he'd never been great pals with any of them.) He approached the back and found Hayner with his eyes closed against the window, having apparently chosen to sit in the back as well. That was all the more reason to stake his claim on a seat back there, but then Seifer realized it might seem... suspicious, him and Hayner alone in the back while everyone else was scattered up front. Instead, he dumped his bag on a seat a couple of rows away on the opposite side, and the bus began moving soon after.

Hayner thought about snapping back, “You do it.” but that would probably lead into another fight and Hayner just scowled instead, grabbing the stupid shirt and closing the bathroom door behind him.

He scrubbed the shirt first, using the soap in his sink and wetting the area that had the jizz on it. Once it looked pretty good to him, he stripped and bathed, washing himself thoroughly. He took about 10 minutes and he slightly cursed at himself for forgetting to bring his shit to the bathroom with him. Not like Seifer hadn’t seen him, right? Wrapping the towel around his hips with one hand and grabbing the shirt with the other, Hayner walked back into his room, tossing the shirt in Seifer’s direction with a short, “Here.”

He then made a beeline for his dresser, letting the towel drop as he slid on a new pair of pajama pants and shirt. While he was dressing he wondered what the hell they were suppose to do now but thankfully his mom’s voice came filtering in right before he turned around.

"Foods ready Hayner!"

"Coming!" He yelled back in response, turning to regard his rival.

"Just wait for her to sit before you leave or she’ll totally catch you. Okay?"

Seifer caught the shirt and wrung out the remaining moisture before pulling it over his head, watching Hayner out of the corner of his eye as he changed. He looked away quickly when Hayner turned toward him, and the tension from before returned. Thankfully, it didn't last long; he heard Hayner's mom call from downstairs, and he looked up when the boy addressed him.

"Yeah," he muttered, stuffing the other shirt in his backpack and slinging his backpack over his shoulder as Hayner went for the door. Seifer followed him with his eyes until he was out of sight, then waited until he heard the sound of chairs scraping against the floor and silverware clinking before exiting the room himself.

Seifer wasn't so agile naturally, but he'd become a pretty good sneak, having to do this several times before. He crept to the bottom of the stairs and stole a glance around the corner to make sure Hayner's mom's back was to him. He caught Hayner's eye and for a moment stilled, recalling what they'd been doing just a few minutes ago-- only to jolt at the sound of his mom's voice and he made for the door, trying to be as silent as possible as he opened it and slipped out.

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She snorted.

"Nooot exactly. More like after the orphanage I grew up in was closed I was sent to Garden to start my training when I was like five," she said very quickly, hoping he wouldn’t catch on to what she just said. As far as Selphie knew, Seifer wasn’t aware that she had been adopted by his parents not too long after she started at Garden. She ended up choosing to stay there though because Trabia Garden had already become her home.

Of course, she’d come to visit on holidays and breaks, but she could never bring herself to leave Trabia—even after her adopted parents moved to Twilight Town.

#yeah i'm bsing now too gj

"Wait-- You were adopted too?"

He gave her a strange look. This was the first he was hearing of this; he always figured she was born to his adoptive parents, and their love for their biological daughter allowed her to do whatever she wanted. Like go away to some school on a different continent. Maybe it didn't make much sense, but that was always Seifer's way of rationalizing it, given the information he had.

Damn, their family really had some communication issues.

Seifer wiped the mess off as best he could and pulled the shirt off straight after. It was black; he didn't want it to stain. "Well, clean this while you're at it," he ordered, tossing his shirt at Hayner and seeking out the one on the ground. No sooner had he pulled it over his head that he made a face and took it right back off. "This smells like ass."