Disclaimer: I own none of these characters

Warnings: Drugs use

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I'm fucked up.

I'm not sure when it happened. Somewhere between my second drink and my trip to the restroom. I splashed water on my sweating face and tried to remember what I'd had.

Gin and juice.

No surprise there.

What was the second?…

Someone made it for me.

I think it was Seifer.

I'm not sure what it was. It tasted fruity. It was good, so I downed it. It must've been spiked.

Shit.

I gripped the sides of the sink to steady myself. I couldn't even begin to guess what must've been in it. I'd never felt it before. I stared at my face in the mirror. My eyes withered ever so slightly and my haed was spinning. The music from the next room still sounded so loud and bumping even from the restroom.

I had come to this club with two other people, neither of whom were in sight at the moment.

I was alone.

I dried my hand on a forgotten towel and waved my fingers in front of my eyes.

Yep. Definitely fucked up. I smiled at the thought. I had been in worse situations before. It would wear off in time. I just hoped not to find trouble before hand.

I wasn't even angry that seifer had spiked my drink. I was too delirious.

I stumbled my way back to my waiting seat in the middle of the club.

I may as well enjoy myself. I wasn't going anywhere. Not for a few hours anyway. The music blared and I began to see a wide array of colors, most of which were quite pleasant.

"How you feeling," I heard a voice whisper from my right. I turned to see Seifer. He was sweaty and shirtless. He had a girl on his left arm. They'd been dancing the night away.

"What did you put in that drink you made me?" I slurred. I wondered if I was making any sense.

"A little of this a little of that," he replied. Apparently I was speaking English. "You look like you're feeling pretty fucking good," he laughed and took the seat across from me. I could feel my hands wandering, fighting for something to touch. I was so restless. M eyes opened wide when I felt something rush over me, like an orgasm.

Seifer laughed, "Damn, I need some of that."

I looked up to see him eyeing me intently. The girl on his arm was long gone. I had a sudden urge to touch him.

So I did. I brought both my hands up to caress his face.

And then I kissed him.

He seemed surprised at first, but he relaxed. I think he expected it. I moved my mouth against his and he opened his lips to allow my tongue to play with his. I felt his hard sweaty body above mine and I could feel my cock harden ever so slightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

He broke away from me smiling.

"Calm down, Squall. Just enjoy the music." He moved to sit next to me. I nestled my face in the crook of his neck and trailed my hand down the length of his body.

We sat quietly listening to the music. I wanted to fuck right there.

Eventually I drifted off to sleep cuddled against Seifer's hard body.

--

I awoke the next morning in a place unfamiliar to me. I felt someone next to me but I was afraid turn to discover who it was.

I didn't remember a thing from the night before. Judging by the piercing headache I had, things must've gotten crazy. I feared the worst. I turned to see an all too familiar blond staring down at me.

"Seifer?" I must've sat up too quickly because I felt like someone had beat me over the head with a hammer. "What the fuck am I doing here?"

"Calm the fuck down Leonhart." He spoke slowly. " You're alright."

"Did you fuck me?" It was the first think I could think to ask.

"Hell no." A look of amusement passed over his features. "Although I could have if I wanted to."

He laughed.

What the fuck?

"Oh I guess you don't remember. I had to keep your hands off of ME."

Then I thought about it.

We made a bet.

I think I lost it last night.

He COULD control me if he wanted to.

And I must've been fucked up.