Chapter 1: Deal with the Devil
Sitting in the airport terminal Hayner couldn't help but wonder for what had to be the hundredth time just what the hell he was doing. The lithe blonde winced as a nearby infant, who had been fussing off and on for the last twenty minutes, reached a particularly high pitch. Glancing over at his currently dozing companion, Hayner stifled a sigh and wondered, again, how he'd gotten himself into this mess. The problem was, he remembered all too clearly.
2 Weeks Earlier
"Son of a Bitch!" Hayner snarled as he stomped into the sandlot, flinging his jacket off to the side of where his friends, Pence and Olette, were sitting.
"What's up, man? You look pissed." Pence observed as he helped himself to a nearby open bag of chips.
"Take a wild guess." He replied, flopping down on his back with an arm flung over his eyes.
Olette winced. "Again? Hayner this is getting ridiculous; you have to get him to stop."
"You think I haven't tried? Nothing seems to work and I'm running out of ideas."
"Well," Pence put in around a mouthful of chips, "you could always try beating him up; that might work."
Olette looked shocked. "Pence! Violence doesn't solve anything!"
"She's right." Hayner interjected, morosely. "I've already threatened it and all he said was that he liked a little pain in his relationships."
Olette covered her eyes with one hand. "Oh my God."
"Dude, you aren't in a relationship."
"Tell him that." Hayner sat up and began massaging his temples. "He thinks I'm playing hard to get; I told him that in his case I was impossible to get and that all he was doing was pissing me off." Hayner sighed. "Apparently, I'm cute when I'm angry."
"Oh Hayner." Olette's eyes were full of sympathy. "Maybe we could…"
"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you, Hayner."
Olette groaned at the interruption as Hayner began praying for patience. "Go the fuck away, Chase."
The male that entered the lot was taller than Hayner, about Seifer's size, with dark brown, almost black, hair and green eyes. He wasn't bad looking, really, if you could overlook the fact that he was practically stalking the skater and refused to take no for an answer. He grinned as Hayner glared.
"Now why would I want to do that?"
"Because I don't want you here! Jesus, why can't you get it through that thick skull of yours? I am not interested!"
"Spend a single night with me and I bet I can change your mind."
Hayner closed his eyes and began praying harder. God help him, he was going to kill this idiot.
Seifer shut his phone with an aggravated sigh and leaned back in his chair. Every year he was required to make a trip home to see his family and every year he spent the entire trip dodging his aunt and whatever girl was 'just perfect for him'. For the last three years running that had been Rinoa Heartilly, a girl with decent looks but no brains whatsoever; the fact that this was who his aunt felt suited him was really an insult. Standing with a stretch, Seifer checked the time to ensure he wouldn't be late meeting his friends, Fuu and Rai, at the sandlot; if he started walking now, he could take his time and continue to mull over his current problem.
Hands stuffed in his pockets, the blonde bully headed out of his apartment and began making his way to the sandlot, brow furrowed as he thought. The problem was that he would keep having to dodge the continued advances of the airhead as well as all of his aunts 'plans' as long as he was still single. Seifer wasn't exactly averse to dating but there was the problem of finding someone and the scarred man didn't have any feelings towards anyone in particular. He sighed and regretfully admitted to himself that he was most likely going to spend another vacation dodging unwanted advances and poorly disguised hints towards romance unless he came up with a plan, and quick.
Before he could muse on his current dilemma further, however, the sounds of an argument coming from the sandlot ahead caught and held the blonde's attention. Seifer didn't recognize one of the voices but the other definitely belonged to Hayner and judging from the volume and language being used, the smaller skater was pissed. Curious as to who, besides himself, could manage such a reaction, Seifer continued on until he was inside the sandlot proper and able to see what was going on. Standing near the center was Hayner, arms gesturing wildly as he faced off against some punk kid the bully didn't recognize but didn't like all the same. The unknown male said something too low for Seifer to catch but Hayner's response allowed him to make some guesses.
"There is no us and there never will be! I want nothing to do with you, why can you not seem to understand that?"
The dark haired male smirked and took a moment to look the shorter male up and down with a fairly obvious leer. "You know Hayner, your mouth keeps saying no but give me five minutes alone with you and I could have your body saying yes."
A look of revulsion crossed the blonde's face and he crossed his arms as if to protect himself. Seifer couldn't blame the skater, he felt pretty sickened himself and he wasn't the one who'd been looked at like a piece of meat; who the hell was this bastard?
Finally Hayner drew himself up a little. "I wouldn't let you touch me if you were the last living thing on the planet and I was desperate."
That smirk again. "We'll see, Hayner, we'll see."
Seifer watched as the unknown male turned and exited through the other end of the lot looking pleased with himself. Breathing heavily and still looking a bit sick, Hayner stood for a moment and then let out a near scream of frustration as he tore his hands through his hair. "You see? What the fuck is it going to take?"
For a moment, Seifer thought the younger male was speaking to him but then he saw two of his other friends standing off to the side where they'd gone unnoticed by the bully. The pudgy one, Pence, looked shocked and the girl, Olette, was pale and looked mildly nauseated.
"Hayner…I knew it was bad but I didn't know…" Olette swallowed. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know; at this point I'd make a deal with the devil himself if it would get rid of that idiot!"
Seifer stiffened at the desperation in Hayner's voice and his eyes widened slightly as an idea began to form in his head. Watching as the lithe skater grabbed his jacket off the ground and stalked off, his friends in tow, the elder blonde began putting together a plan that, if successful, would solve both of their problems. Smiling a little as the final pieces fell into place, Seifer felt he'd finally come up with a way to spend his vacation in peace; now all he had to do was convince Hayner to help him.
Seifer finally found the irate teen working out against a punching bag in the local gym later that afternoon; at this time of the day there weren't any other people and the bully took that as a good sign. Waiting until Hayner stepped away from the bag, the scarred man took a moment to admire the way the younger male moved; when working out alone, the skater moved with more grace than he did when squaring off against the older male, Seifer wasn't sure why but it was interesting to see the difference. When Hayner finally stepped back, chest heaving from the exertion, Seifer decided it was time to make his presence known.
"So who was that dickwad you were arguing with earlier?"
Hayner stiffened at the unexpected comment but didn't turn around. "I'm not really in the mood to play with you right now so why don't you go stroke your ego with someone else?"
Seifer raised an eyebrow but refused to rise to the bait; it would be hard to enlist the smaller male's help if he pissed him off now. "Does he normally rape you with his eyes and make sexual advances or was today just special?"
With a growl of frustration Hayner whipped around, opening his mouth to snap at the bully but the serious look on the elder male's face had him shutting it instead. After a minute he sighed and closed his eyes. "Why do you even care?"
"Answer my questions first."
Throwing his hands up, Hayner grabbed a nearby towel and began wiping off. "Fine. His name is Chase; I don't really care to know what his last name is. And up until the last two weeks he just hit on me a lot and made…suggestions. I ignored most of it and shot down the rest but he's been getting worse; nothing I do or say can get him to stop and just leave me the fuck alone."
"How about a deal with the devil?"
At that, Hayner lowered the towel and stared at the scarred man. "What do you want, exactly?"
Seifer sauntered closer to the blonde and stopped, looking the brown eyed teen in the eyes. "In order to continue living here on my own it's necessary for me to go home and visit my family each year around the holidays. Unfortunately, I have an aunt that fancies herself a matchmaker and I've been her pet project for the last several years; I can't even enjoy my time at home because I'm constantly dodging the attempts of both my aunt and the girl she thinks belongs with me."
Hayner eyed the other male warily before responding. "And this has what to do with me?"
"I need a way to keep my family off of my back and you need to get rid of that idiot that's harassing you so I'd like to propose a bargain." Seifer paused. "I want you to come home with me and pretend to be my boyfriend for the duration of the visit; in exchange I'll get rid of your stalker and make sure he doesn't come back."
Whatever Hayner had been expecting the bully to say, it certainly wasn't that and he worked for a moment before anything came out of his open mouth. "Are you…out of your mind?"
Seifer just crossed his arms. "No, why?"
"There is no way anyone would believe we were dating; we can't even be in the same room for more than ten minutes without having an argument!"
A shrug. "So we work on it. I'm fairly sure we could manage and I'm motivated enough to make an effort."
Hayner still looked unconvinced so Seifer decided a prod in the right direction wouldn't hurt. "If you'd rather stay here and continue to play with Chase…"
The teen winced. "Alright! God…" He closed his eyes and sighed. "A deal with the devil, huh?" He eyed the blonde next to him. "If I find you have horns under that beanie, I'm out."
Seifer just smirked. "Go change your clothes and we'll work out what we need to do."
Hayner nodded and disappeared into the locker area, returning moments later in a clean t-shirt and pair of jeans, a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. Motioning the elder blonde out the door, he followed a few steps behind, not saying anything until they were both settled into a booth at a nearby café. "So, what do I need to know?"
Two hours later Hayner felt he at least had a basic understanding of what could be expected during his time with Seifer's family and they'd worked out ways to keep from killing each other while together. Seifer's part of the bargain was fairly straight forward and all he needed was the opportunity to make good on it which, as they exited the café, looked as though it would be sooner rather than later. Hayner hadn't managed a dozen steps from the door when a familiar voice stopped him.
"As good as you look in those jeans, I bet you look even better out of them."
Hayner made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat and turned to look at the current source of his aggravation when a hand in the small of his back made him glance back. Blue eyes met his as Seifer gave a thin smile. "He's my problem now, remember?"
Face lightening a little, Hayner nodded and watched as Seifer moved around him towards Chase, who was leaning against a nearby wall. The dark haired man openly eyed the blonde bully up as he approached but didn't move.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Leave him the fuck alone."
Chase scoffed. "Or what?" He moved away from the wall and took two steps towards the blonde. "I'll do whatever the fuck I…"
Seifer didn't give him the opportunity to finish his sentence as he sent a fist flying into the other man's mouth. Head snapping back and off to the side, Chase stumbled back a step before righting himself and coming back with a wild swing of his own. Sidestepping the attack, Seifer came back in low and sent his fist straight into his opponent's gut, doubling him over, before kneeing the man in the face. Seifer watched impassively as the other male clutched at his now broken nose in pain before hauling him up by his collar and slamming him back against the wall.
"Do I have your attention now?"
Glaring around the pain, Chase gave a small nod.
"Good." Blue eyes narrowed as Seifer brought his face in close in order to nail the point home, voice low. "Now you listen to me; Hayner is MINE and if I ever find out you've been bothering him again, I will hunt you down and finish what I started." Releasing his hold on Chase's shirt, Seifer turned around and took a step before whirling back and throwing one more punch. As Hayner's stalker slid down the wall in an unconscious heap, the scarred man walked back over to wear the skater was standing, a gleeful look in his eyes.
"Satisfied?" Seifer asked with a smirk.
Hayner nodded. "I'm almost hoping he tries something again just so I can watch you beat the shit out of him a second time." He looked over at the slumped form and grinned. "Alright; you've upheld your end of the deal so now I'll uphold mine."
Wincing again as the child continued screeching- dear God, do they not have a TOY?- Hayner reminded himself that yes, he did know how he had gotten himself into this and that he had no choice; the last thing he wanted was to give Seifer more ammunition against him by breaking his word. The blonde next to him roused as boarding was announced for their flight and shouldering his own bag, Hayner stood to follow. Seifer looked over at his companion to ensure he had everything before reaching over and grabbing the shorter male's hand, lacing their fingers together; the startled look he received had him sighing.
"We'll never pull this off if you react like that every time I touch you, Hayner; better get used to it now."
Forcing himself to relax, Hayner nodded and returned the grip on his hand. With a small smile of satisfaction, Seifer turned back towards the boarding gate. "Ready?"
With one final prayer, Hayner increased the hold he had on the elder blonde's hand and took a step forward. "As I'll ever be."
A/N- I am going to have SO MUCH FUN with this one...not that I don't enjoy my other stories...but I have PLANS... XD
A/N-2- All I want for Christmas is Reviews so won't you leave me some? Aside from the other two new stories I have posted, I am working on the next chapter of Across at a good speed and hope to have an update posted shortly after Christmas. Ruin is a little slower but I am working on it. Merry Christmas!