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Blonde Ambition	By : sephcounttheways Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Cloud, curled up on his bed in the dark, sighed at great length.

Tentative, was the word Sephiroth had used. Cloud mouthed it in the dark with a sneer.

“I’ll be there around 4. Tentatively.”

Tentatively, indeed. The little digital alarm clock finally flipped to 10:00. The lights in the hallway were vanquished. Curfew was now rocking and rolling.

Seph wasn’t coming.

Un-fucking-believable.

Cloud at first, after having showered and changed after his last physical class of the day, had actually waited in front of the door, ready to tear it off the hinges at the first knock. Then he migrated deeper into the room to pace a bit. Then outside to wait by the entrance, perched on the fence and scanning the surroundings like a hawk. Then when it got dark, back upstairs to wait on his bed.

Six hours. He had been waiting on pins and needles for six butt fucking hours. And Seph was not coming.

He hadn’t seen Sephiroth since their lovely third date. And Cloud already knew that there was a mission for Sephiroth this weekend, that Thursday night was the only night that week he’d have available. A curfew night, but at least they’d be together for a little while..

But now.. not at all.

Cloud swallowed his threatening tears, picked himself up, and slipped down to the house phone. After hours, the hallway was thick and heavy with darkness, but memory and useless squinting led him down to the familiar crevice in the wall where the phone sat. He picked it up, and held his breath for a dial tone, hoping against hope that the phone lines weren’t cut off along with the lights. It still functioned.

Cloud dialed Sephiroth’s number, and not wanting to be accidentally tripped over by any other curfew violators, sat beneath the table with his tucked his legs up under his chin, listening to the mechanical ringing, and mentally composing something scathing to say.

Not outright scathing. Not like, ‘Sup, asshole?’

Something smart, refined, and just a little bit dramatic. His mental darkness switched into overdrive, was eating up this rejection, trying desperately to think of the quickest way to cause some sort of pain to another.

‘I waited for you.’ Cloud mouthed to himself with a scowl, then nodded gravely, ready to pitch the words like Super Mario Brothers’ fireballs.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Sephiroth answered sans greeting.

Cloud blinked in surprise. His intense hurt had been completely wiped away by hearing those short, simple words. This had never happened to him before.

But he was still alone in the dark, and this replenished some of his self pity.

“It’s okay.” Cloud whispered sadly.

“It’s not okay,” Sephiroth drawled seriously, “You can dump me now.”

Cloud shook his head as a smile spread on his face, “Nooo!”

“You’re not? Damn. Well, at least bitch at me a little.”

Cloud cupped his hand over his face and snorted, trying to keep his laughter silent.

“Not even gonna bitch at me?”

Cloud giggled softly, “I was going to, but you’re too sweet!”

“Sweet?”

Cloud giggled again, “Yeah, sweet.. where the hell are you?”

“On a plane.”

Cloud froze, “..I thought you were stationed, now..”

“I’ll be back early tomorrow.”

“..Why did you have to go?”

Sephiroth sighed the sigh of confidentiality, “Work.”

Cloud felt himself get heated again at that blythe little answer, “You couldn’t at least call?”

“I did. That fuckin’ line is always tied up. Or some little snot hangs up on me.”

He had a point. Cloud bumped his head against the wall miserably.

“I need you.” He whispered, instantly feeling like clingy and ridiculous. He should have been used to not having any control over his motor mouth, it had been a lifelong affliction.. but he really, really hadn’t meant to say that. At least not like that.

Because it kind of sounded like, ‘I love you’.

“I’m so sorry,” Sephiroth repeated, “Do you believe that I can make it up to you?”

Cloud scrunched his nose and couldn’t help but melt a little, “..How?”

“Would you like another tourist t-shirt?”

“Noo.”

“How about more flowers to scarf down?”

“Noo.”

“..How about a slumber party tomorrow night?”

“..Huh?”

“I have tomorrow and the next day off, now. It was the trade for going on this stupid mission tonight.. I thought two days was a helluva lot better than just a couple hours. Stay with me tomorrow night.”

Oi! Oi! Oi! Cloud completely forgot how to keep quiet, and gasped and giggled happily as radiant joy filled his brain and heart, “You’re for sure going to be back tomorrow!?”

“I promise.”

“When?!”

“Probably before you even wake up.”

Cloud stomped his feet on the floor in sheer delight, “Then I’m cutting class!”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Oh, c’mon! I have three free days to use up before the end of the year! And it’s Friday.. and plus exams are next week, you know it’s gonna be a bullshit day anyways.. I’ll make you breeakfaast..” Cloud crooned.

Sephiroth growled, “Just because you have those days doesn’t mean you need to use ‘em.”

Cloud pouted, “How am I to be expected to concentrate tomorrow?”

“Just focus.. hey. How are you even on the phone right now? It’s past ten.”

Cloud tapped his fingers on the receiver, “I’m violating curfew?..”

“That’s it. You’re gettin’ it tomorrow.”

“Oh, I hope so..”

“..Little fuckin’ tease. Get your ass to bed.”

“Okay. But I won’t be sleeping..”

Sephiroth chuckled, “Alright sexy, see you tomorrow.”

“Come and get me tomorrow right after school! Pleease!” Cloud cried.

“Promise.” He confirmed, not a hint of tentatively in his voice.

“The usual spot?”

“That’s where I’ll be.”

“Seph..?”

“Mm?”

“Should I.. bring anything.. specific?” Navy outfits? Instant pudding mix? A Polaroid camera?

“Yeah. Don’t forget your toothbrush. I don’t share that shit.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Soo, I hear you got a nerdy boyfriend!”

Now that it was officially winter, it took much longer for the sun to rise in the morning, thus freezing Cloud to death. He never would have thought warmth would be an issue during run and boot camp classes, especially being a mountain boy, but he found the frigid air thick, heavy and painful as it wheezed into his lungs. But the humidity of Midgar was strange, and towards the afternoon it got rather warm. So, he bought a uniform pullover hoodie from the school store (the one that had “FUTURE SOLDIER” emblazoned on the back), and currently had the hood strings pulled and tied tightly enough to resemble Kenny from South Park.

“He is not!” He muffled from underneath to hood.

“That’s just what I heard!”

Cloud untied the strings, and smiled at Skylar, who had run up beside him. This morning they were urged to converse with each other during the run to further torture their lungs and bodies.

“Who said that about him?”

“I don’t remember exactly. They just said he was a big, tall nerd.”

Cloud felt certain that if ‘they’ knew his boyfriend’s true identity, ‘they’ would do a few thousand Hail Mary’s for forgiveness, “Well, he’s a damn fine nerd, then!”

“That’s all that matters!” Skylar said happily, keeping the pace, “How long have you been seeing him?”

Cloud looked at the ground for a moment, feeling a touch of awkwardness, “A month. Um. Do you have anyone special?”

Skylar snorted loudly, “Not so much. But don’t worry about me, I’m not jealous or anything. I figured something out a while ago about us! Two bottoms don’t make a right!”

Cloud laughed in relief, “Oh, so that’s our only lot in life, huh?”

“God put us on Earth this way, then sent our asses to the military. I’d say that it is!”

“I can live with that!”

“Hell, yeah! So don’t hold back, tell me about Mr. Hot Geek. What’s his name? What year is he?”

Sephiroth didn’t make Cloud a secret. But after speaking to him at length about it, it seemed simpler for Cloud’s situation to just keep it on the down low.

So, put on the spot, he prayed for a name, “His name is .. Brody.”

“I don’t think I know a Brody..”

“He doesn’t go here.”

“Where did you find him?”

Cloud edited history slightly, “At a Halloween party.. he’s a SOLDIER.”

“Holy shit!” Skylar exclaimed with a large flail of his arms, “You’re getting screwed by a SOLDIER!?”

“Well..” Cloud looked around to find that no other runners were near them, “..I haven’t slept with him, yet.”

“Pfft! An entire month and he hasn’t bagged you? Does he have no game whatsoever or are you a tease to everyone?”

Cloud figured he deserved that. He gave a short laugh, then looked aside, “Well, he’s busy.. I haven’t really had a chance to see a whole lot of him.”

“It only takes a minute!” Skylar pointed out.

Cloud laughed, “I hope my first time lasts longer than a minute!”

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yeah.” Cloud nodded.

“Cloud Strife is a virgin. Never would have guessed.”

“Really?” Cloud glanced at him, “Why not?”

“You just.. don’t seem like one.”

Cloud smiled a little, despite himself, “Well, I’ve done some stuff..”

“Like what?”

Cloud swallowed. Now he was glad that he had kept Sephiroth’s name a secret. He had absolutely nobody to speak candidly with about ..intimacy.

Of course he’d told his mother all about Sephiroth. He told her about his mannerisms, his humor, his He rattled on for hours, often through tears. He told her that he was happy to have Sephiroth, how he felt an out of body joy when he was talking and being with him, how he felt a terrible ache at not being able to have him always near, how he was scared to death of losing him.. and scared to death that he had fallen in love.

She was amazingly calm about all of it, almost as if she wasn’t even shocked or surprised that the romantic interest was reciprocated from such a godly man.

“Cloud.” She had said through a cigarette, “Have you ever seen him eat?”

“Sure.” He answered.

“That means he shits.”

And of course Cam knew a less raw and weepy version of all that.

But he knew nobody who seemed qualified to talk to about sex, or ask questions, or even just confess his delicious sins to. He didn’t feel the need to brag, per say.. just the need to say it out loud.

He finally did, “I went down on him.”

Skylar snorted, “My grandma goes down on my grandpa. Big deal. What else?”

Cloud blinked a few times. Maybe a blow job wasn’t that big a deal.. but it certainly felt like it to him. Maybe because it was Sephiroth.

“Um, I guess that’s all really..”

“Oh, come on! You’re telling me he hasn’t done anything freakish to you?”

Cloud bit his bottom lip, “He did.. um, lick me there.”

“Eww!”

Cloud screamed in hysterical embarrassment, “Don’t say ‘ew’! I’m not nasty!”

“I’m sure you have a lily fresh ass, Cloud. But I sure as hell wouldn’t eat it!”

“Okay skag, what have you done?”

“Nothing crazy. But I’m no virgin.”

“Did you do it here?” Cloud made a circular motion in the air to reference the academy.

Skylar giggled, and it seemed like a sound that rarely came from him, “Yeah..”

Cloud lowered his voice, “With who?”

“Phil Masterson.”

Cloud guffawed, “I knew he was a queer! Oh! He has such pretty eyes!”

“And I did it with Mark Storms, too.”

Cloud’s scream echoed across the field, “How big is he? You have to tell me!”

Skylar sighed at length, “I don’t know exactly.. I left my yard stick at home that night..”

They both cackled like wicked witches.

Skylar held out both hands dramatically, “I won’t ever forget Anthony Huiliano..”

Cloud stopped, gasped harshly, gripped his chest, and fell backwards onto the grass.

“1 POINT OFF, STRIFE!” Nurse Rhonda screamed into the microphone.

Cloud quickly recovered and picked himself up, eagerly upon catching up with Skylar, “Was Anthony good?”

He chuckled, “Oh, he didn’t have to be! But he was the best kisser out of the bunch, by far.”

“Ah, that’s my favorite. I love to kiss..” Cloud sighed as his sense memory pricked with the imaginary feel of Sephiroth’s soft, tasty lips.

“Kiss him when you come. It’s the best.”

Noted! Cloud looked over at Skylar, “So, how much does it hurt?”

“Not bad. Is he big?”

“..Very.”

Skylar winced, “Ooh. And you’re a little dude, too. Well, wax it up, you’ll be fine.”

Cloud nodded, “Does it feel good, though?”

“Holy amazing. If he knows what he’s doing, of course.”

Cloud’s mouth became a line and he shook his head. Skylar narrowed his eyes at him, “..Both of you are virgins?”

“As weird as that is, yes.”

Skylar smiled, “Best advice I can give is just make him go slow. If you try and be a tough guy and let him ream you, you can forget about walking for a few days. Just tell him if it hurts.”

Cloud didn’t say anything, only stared straight ahead in total dread.

Skylar laughed a little, and nudged him with his elbow, “Tell him when he hits it, too.”

“Hits what?”

“Your clit.”

Cloud laughed, “My clit? I wasn’t aware that I had one.”

Skylar let out a long, knowing sigh, “It’s up there somewhere. And.. don’t just lay there. It’s easier to find it if you help out. It’s more fun, too. Phew! I feel like a sex therapist!”

“You’re qualified!”

He smiled and ran his fingers through his bleached hair, “So, when do you think you’re finally gonna do it?”

Cloud beamed a shameless grin, “He asked me to stay over at his place tonight.”

“Aww! Are you two in looove?”

Cloud shook his head firmly, “He’s a little older, mature. We’d have to be together for a long time for him to feel that way.”

“Sound logic. But are you?”

“..So much.” Cloud said, and the look on his face caused Skylar to veer the conversation away from the subject entirely.

It turned back to Phil Masterson, his beautiful eyes, his cock and above average sexual abilities, and his latest attempt at internet stardom. Apparently he had gotten his hands on a vial of Ether. With liquid courage fueling his stupidity, he filmed himself jumping off the roof of the President Building, his intent to break as many bones as possible. The universe denied him any injury whatsoever. He landed with a thud, and walked away.

Beautiful eyes, but nothing too bright behind them.

The same could be said for all of the Shin-Ra Military Academy homos Cloud had come in contact with other the first semester. They all waved to each other like school bus drivers, and most if not all fucked each other regularly according to rumor, Skylar, and common sense.

He could easily see himself being a regular whore if he hadn’t gotten his talons onto his beloved, but he didn’t feel left out of the sexual red rover game. He only had eyes for Sephiroth, nobody else could compare. Cloud liked the fact that his lips had been only on his, and treasured the few experiences as the best he would ever have if it all ended abruptly for some odd reason. It was fun to gab and talk homo shop with someone, but Cloud certainly didn’t need a bunch of notches in his belt from random military school twinks.

Then Cloud came to a realization that had him grinning ear to ear all morning.

The General of the Shin-Ra army, his beloved, his dear, his hero, his smooth, milky skinned, beautiful one.. was a twink, too.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

After hand to hand, Cloud ran as fast as he could back to the room. He quickly dried his hair while he violently fired up his flat iron. Waiting for it to heat up, he dumped everything in his bag out onto his bed, then began to stuff things in it that he might or might not have needed.

A t-shirt and jeans for tomorrow, sleep pants, toothbrush (no other toiletries, as he wanted to borrow as much from Sephiroth as he could), mp3 player, clean socks, lube of course…what else?

Cloud scurried into the bathroom, swiping the now smoking hot flat iron through his hair a few times before ripping it out of the socket, and adding it to his bag.

He pulled on a simple black and white striped t-shirt, the pair of jeans with gaping holes behind the knees he wore upon the fateful orientation eve, and yellow sneakers.

Cam wasn’t home yet, but he didn’t have time to wait around to say goodbye. It was 4:06. Out the door he flew.

He dodged any and all attempts at conversation with a loud utterance of “BUSY!” as he cut through the grass. People wanting to form study groups the weekend before finals? Were they out of their minds!?

He booked to the parking lot, where even from a distance, he could clearly see the black idling tanks’ brake lights on the far side.

He bounded to the passenger door and seized the handle, only for it to wiggle limply in his hand.

He slapped on the window, “Seeeph! Please let me iiin!”

When he heard the unbolting click of the automatic locks, Cloud ripped it open and clamored up into the vehicle, throwing his arms around the man in the driver’s seat.

He registered pale hair, green eyes, and beautiful, smiling lips before he began to kiss them with vigor. At once Sephiroth accepted the onslaught, laughing a little at the very intense, sudden urgency.

Cloud was kissing like a porn star, tasting like a glutton, moaning like a lost soul, and not caring if the entire world was watching.

“Can we go?” Zack’s voice cawed from the backseat.

Cloud leapt up from his position, which was sprawled on all fours on the passenger seat with his ass waving in the air, and gasped, “What are you doing here?!”

Zack puffed out his cheeks rhythmically in a show of revulsion, “Getting a ride home!”

Cloud quickly sat down properly in his seat and closed his door, “Oh. Um, sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Sephiroth said, leaning over and planting a warm kiss on Cloud’s cheek.

The simple little peck sent a shock wave straight to Cloud’s groin, and he turned his head in a daze. When Sephiroth didn’t pull away, he touched his lips to his and slowly delved his tongue back into that welcoming mouth, melting all over again. By the time he felt Sephiroth’s fingers glide up his neck and into his hair, he’d forgotten there was a straight man in the back seat.

“Take me home!” The straight man cried.

Cloud laughed into the kiss, and Sephiroth suggestively sucked his tongue as in a promise for more later.

“Zack, you are the bane of my existence.” Sephiroth muttered with a humored glance in the rearview mirror, then began to drive. A little faster than usual, if that was possible.

“Sephiroth, you are an overgrown bully with boundary issues. To think my innocent little baby sister Cloud turns into a freak on wheels once he gets a whiff of your pheromones! I guess you never know about the sweet little ones.”

Cloud piped up, “I’m not a freak! I just never get to see Seph..”

“Baby..” Sephiroth murmured softly, putting a hand over his.

“This is certainly cozy!” Zack declared, “Last time I was with the you two morons, you were undressing each other with your eyes all damn night and fucking each other with your knees at the bar! Now we have pet names and make out sessions! Progress! That’s what I wanna see!” Zack amended with a shudder, “Well, I don’t wanna see it..”

Sephiroth rumbled from the driver’s seat, “As if I don’t have to see tonsils and spit when you and Aerith are together. Gimme a fuckin’ break!”

“Well excuse me for not wanting to sit in a car with two guys and their boners!”

“What do you care? It’s in my pants. Unlike you that time on the train – ”

“You just won’t let me live that down will you?” Zack screeched, “Your shrewd ass just won’t let it go!”

“I’m waitin’ on the fuckin’ emotional scars to fade.”

“What happened on the train?” Cloud asked.

Sephiroth chuckled merrily, “I leave the train room for one goddamn minute – ”

“You were gone longer than a minute!” Zack cawed.

“ – And when I get back, this stupid son of a bitch – ”

“Alright, you know what? You might want to dredge up ancient history, but I am all about moving forward!” With that, he popped his head between them and smiled personably at Cloud, “Hey you.”

Cloud giggled, “Hey, Zack.”

“Congratulations on the relationship. Now, please, please, I, as well as the rest of the Shin-Ra army implore you.. pop his cherry! This one’s over-ripe and beginning to go bad!”

“Fuck you.” Sephiroth drawled.

“No, fuck you!”

Sephiroth brought his elbow back and it connected sharply with Zack’s chin. Cloud heard a crack that made him cover his mouth with his hands in total shock.

“Watch your mouth.” Sephiroth said evenly, smiling to himself.

Zack opened and closed his mouth a few times, working his jaw back into place. He then smiled brilliantly as he took an open handed bear swipe at side of Sephiroth’s face with a loud, fleshy thwack, “Fat ass, that hurt!”

Sephiroth, not taking his eyes off the road, reached back, blindly yet accurately grabbed Zack by the scruff of his neck. Not his shock of dark hair, the meat of his neck. Cloud gaped in wide eyed disbelief as Sephiroth hauled Zack kicking and screaming and laughing with one arm up between them onto the armrest.

Sephiroth then began beating Zack’s head into the dashboard hard enough to rattle the windshield.

“Ain’t. Supposed. To call. Your superior. Fat.” Sephiroth said with each pounding of Zack’s skull.

Zack wiggled free, or maybe Sephiroth let him slip away, and into the back seat. Cloud looked at him in half horror, half hysterical amusement, only to find not even a scratch on him. He was damn surprised Zack still had his front teeth. But no nosebleed, no nothing.

And no lesson learned, either. Zack stole the end of Sephiroth’s silver mane and threw it all over his head into his face, “Nice wig!”

Sephiroth reached back with one lightening quick finger and poked Zack in the eye, “Nice colored contacts.”

Zack gasped dramatically. There was no worse insult to a SOLDIER!

Red light. Sephiroth put the tank in park before turning on his knee in his seat and looming up over Zack, who narrowed his eyes up at the General in challenge. And the bitchslapping began.

Cloud was highly entertained, but all it took was one ill timed duck from Sephiroth for him to be thwacked on the arm by Zack’s lightening quick palm.

“OW!” Cloud yelped before he could stop himself, and both men immediately froze.

Suddenly the vehicle was filled with soft, masculine sounds of regret.

“Are you okay?” Zack asked sheepishly, perched over Cloud’s headrest, “Did I hit you hard?”

“Of course you did, ass.” Sephiroth frowned disapprovingly at the blossoming red splotch.

Cloud was very embarrassed by all of this attention, especially since they had moments ago been beating each other’s brains out without leaving a single mark, “No! No! I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt.” He lied, wincing when Sephiroth ghosted his fingers over it.

“Have you ever been cured before?” Sephiroth asked.

Cloud’s jaw dropped at the decadence of such a suggestion, “Seph, no! You don’t have to waste that on me! It’s nothing!”

Zack grinned, “Aw, it’s no big deal, Cloud! Let him, it’s fun!”

Cloud blinked uneasily, “..Okay..”

Sephiroth leaned down and planted a warm, soft kiss on the area of the slap. Cloud anticipated a tingle, or a coolness. But he felt absolutely nothing as the redness bled away, and he suddenly forgot what the pain felt like.

Sephiroth smiled, and Cloud was smitten.

“That was smooth.” Zack commented.

“I try. Next time I’m makin’ you take the fuckin’ train.”

“Why should I have to shell out 2 gil when you’re going my way anyways? And I can’t beat the company!” He said with a stretched arms to pat each of them tenderly on the head, “..Except maybe this one,” And he swatted Sephiroth, then petted his scowl away.

They soon pulled up to a non-descript apartment complex, and Sephiroth swung into a parking spot.

“So, what are you doing this evening, gentlemen?” Zack asked as he undid his seatbelt and opened the door.

Sephiroth looked at Cloud, “Anything he wants to do.”

Cloud blushed, and said, “I’m starving.”

Zack slammed the door shut and merrily popped his head between their seats, “Our paths are united!”

“We don’t want you.” Sephiroth said with a light tap to Zack’s face with his elbow.

“But I want food, too!”

“Eat shit.” Sephiroth suggested.

“Cloud, don’t you want me to come have dinner with you guys?” Zack grinned with every single tooth in his head.

Cloud smiled back sweetly, “Get out.”

“Alright! Alright! You know what? Sephiroth, you’re a fatass, a con artist, and a bastard, and you’ve trained Cloud to be a bastard, too! You two were made for each other!”

And with that Zack slammed the door, and knocked his fist on the hood as he walked past, and disappeared inside the building.

Sephiroth gave a long, weary sigh as he backed out and drove away.

“Did you bring the CD?”

Cloud reached into his bag with a smile, and withdrew the Touch Society CD that had been in his custody. Sephiroth popped out whatever was in the player and tossed it into the backseat.

“Let’s hope it still works with you licking it all the damn time.”

It did. And Cloud realized that listening to the CD with Sephiroth was different than alone. Every single word made sense, and every noise just fit.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“I could drink forever.” Sephiroth muttered, “What’s the biggest?”

The concession stand man held up a cup size that looked more like a trophy, and Sephiroth made a low noise of appreciation.

They had decided to forgo a restaurant, as the late afternoon was turning into a lovely, cool evening. It was sidewalk hotdogs under the plate, and Cloud couldn’t have been more thrilled.

“And you?” The man asked Cloud.

“A hotdog, and..” All the cup sizes were grossly disproportionate, the small was more like a large in his opinion, “A small lemonade. Oh, could you put pickles on it?”

The man nodded and began to construct the order.

“Just one?” Sephiroth asked.

Cloud shrugged, “Yeah.”

“You sure you don’t want more?”

Cloud looked at the giant hotdog, oversized much like the stand’s cups. It was more than enough to satisfy his most ravenous craving for stuffed, processed mystery meat, “Seph, I’m fine with one.”

“Two for him, three for me.” Sephiroth told the man, overriding Cloud’s wishes, “If you don’t want it, I’ll take it.”

They sat down on the curb with their food. Cloud with his two pickle covered hotdogs and a lemonade, and Sephiroth with three drowning in mustard, plus his inflatable pool sized beverage.

Sephiroth took three huge bites, almost half of the first hot dog, and chewed with a sigh.

Cloud took a small bite of his and watched the cars roll by in blissful food silence.

“Is it good?”

Cloud smiled, “It’s awesome.”

Sephiroth hummed as a smile teased his lips, “As good as adulterous family members?”

Cloud stopped chewing, “..What did you just say?”

Sephiroth’s eyebrows flitted up as he took a long drink, “Oh, nothing. I just heard some colorful local history of Nibelheim recently.”

Cloud took a drink, “..You talked to my mom, didn’t you?”

“She gave me a call.”

Cloud sighed, turning pink, “It’s a fucking family thing. Whenever someone gets a new dear they have to rehash that story. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s not everyday I get threatened with cannibalism. I thought it was very sweet. And of course, I got to hear more about you.”

“What? You conversed? For how long?”

Sephiroth shrugged, “About 40 minutes.”

“Ah! What did she tell you!?”

“A lot of what you already did. That you love records and bein’ an obnoxious little bastard. That your childhood wasn’t easy for you.”

Cloud took another bite, “Did you have a lot of friends growing up, Seph?”

“No. I don’t think I really began to make friends ‘til I was older. In the army.”

“But you have a lot of them now?” Cloud said optimistically.

“Sure, I guess. Do you?”

Cloud shrugged a shoulder, “I guess. No. I know people, I talk to people but.. not really many friends. My roommate is my only real friend.”

“Totally hetero, right?”

Cloud stopped chewing and a smile spread across his face, “What if he wasn’t?”

“I’d kill him.”

Cloud’s partially chewed food greeted Midgar as his jaw hit the pavement.

Sephiroth gargled, “Fuck. It’s a joke. Close your mouth!”

Cloud quickly did, “Hetero! He’s got a girlfriend with tits and everything.”

Sephiroth relaxed a bit, and his legs spread wider, laying his thigh along Cloud’s, “My best friend is a guy too, so I know how it is.”

“Zack seems like a really good friend to you.”

“He is. I hate him, but he is.”

“Hey, Seph..” Cloud smiled, taking a small, shy bite, “..happy anniversary.”

Sephiroth smiled at him sadly, “I’m sorry we missed it.”

Cloud blinked, “It’s today.. the first of the month, remember?”

“No, it was yesterday, the last day of the month. Halloween, remember?”

“But we weren’t official until the next day!”

Sephiroth shook his head and smiled slowly, “You were mine on Halloween.”

Cloud opened his mouth, then closed it as he felt his body racked with tiny shudders and barely contained bliss. He traced the condensation on his drink and could only grin down at the asphalt.

Sephiroth looked at him, “But you have a point, it wasn’t official. And I would hate to miss our first, so, happy anniversary.” He knocked his enormous cup into Cloud’s.

Cloud, careful to keep a little safe public distance, pushed his forehead into Sephiroth’s arm, “..I want lots more of them.”

A sigh, “You can have all you want. ‘Til you get sick of me, that is.”

A hearty laugh, “What will I do the day I get sick of General Sephiroth? Shrivel up and die?”

“No. Find someone who can give you everything I can’t.”

Cloud pressed his leg into Sephiroth’s, “What could anyone give me that you can’t?”

He took a drink, “Time.”

Cloud leaned on his palm, “..But it would be a waste of time. Some things are more important than others. Spending all the time in the world with someone else, versus.. times like this? With you? Fuck.”

Sephiroth caught Cloud’s lips and kissed him.

On the sidewalk. In public. With tongue. For longer than it takes to toast bread.

Cloud was again rendered completely smitten when he pulled away.

Sephiroth said, “I’m just some guy.”

And I love you for it. Cloud thought as he snapped up the rest of his hotdog and wiped the bun crumbs off his pants, “I wanna play a game!”

Sephiroth rattled the ice in his empty cup, and gave Cloud a sly sideways glance, “..Should we head back to my place?..”

Cloud tsked and shook his head, “Not yet. I wanna play a game in there.”

Cloud pointed to a place of business that he recalled seeing on his triumphant ride into Midgar. It was a store called Dirty Rubbers.

“You want porn?” Sephiroth asked with a drop of disbelief.

“It’s not porn! It’s clothes.”

“..What’s the game?”

Cloud wiggled his fingers, “Let’s go in there, look separately for five minutes, and pick out something for each other to wear!”

“I’m not wearin’ a goddamn thing from that store.”

“Just to try on! Just to wear for one minute!”

Sephiroth shook his head, “Don’t think so.”

Cloud went on all fours on the sidewalk, “Pleease! You said we could do whatever I wanted today!”

Sephiroth sighed, and while it sounded an awful lot like defeat, he said, “Not a chance in hell.”

Cloud pouted, “Please?” And then he got a little closer, “Please?” And then he pressed his lips to Sephiroth’s cheek, “Please?” And then he pressed it again, dragging them over to Sephiroth’s ear, “Pleease..?” And breathed warmly inside, whispering, “..oh pleease, Sephy.. pleease..?”

He stood abruptly, “Get the fuck up. I’m followin’ you.”

Cloud wailed in victory, squirreled away the priceless knowledge that begging pretty could get him anywhere, and marched off to the entrance of the shop.

He stopped and looked behind him up at Sephiroth, who was glaring at the mannequins in the window.

“Well?” He asked impatiently.

“..Five minutes starts.. NOW!” And Cloud scurried on the through the door.

Sephiroth followed.

It was a boutique, dimly lit with piles of black leather everywhere. Sephiroth had to equate that black leather was what he wore almost seven days a week. So what was so different about this black leather?..

It was crotchless, for one.

And for two, the garments here were meant to look purely sexual. He never looked sexual in his uniform..

Sephiroth’s mind then switched gears. He was supposed to be finding something for Cloud to wear. He peeked over to a flurry of blonde hair that was poking up from an aisle on the far side. All Sephiroth had to do was stand on his tip-toes to see what that little creature was into.. but this was a game, after all.

A challenge.

So, crotchless black leather. Exciting, surely.

But not very Cloud.

So he made his way around the perimeter of the store, steering clear of the blonde peaks of hair. He looked at the ridiculously revealing club wear, and pictured Cloud’s streamlined little body in it. Cute more than sexy. Then he looked at the black upon black gothic crap, and picture it on Cloud. Funny more than sexy. And then he came upon a small section of a studded, spiked punk aesthetic. He could most easily picture Cloud in this, but he vastly preferred his clean cut little handmade punk style to fishnets, patches, and grime.

“Two minutes!” Cloud sang.

Sephiroth was in danger of losing this game and ending up in whatever outfit Cloud had picked up with no retribution. He considered just dolling his little one up in women’s clothes for a laugh, before spotting something that actually moved his blood along a little bit.

Fetish wear.

And the cycle repeats.

Just like prim private school boys are sickly attracted to domineering schoolteacher bimbos as adults, Sephiroth was well aware of an impure fascination with the medical profession.

He stared down at prepackaged debauchery; a blonde woman glared off of a costume set, Nurse Ecstasy. Cloud quickly embodied her, giving Sephiroth a pretty pout for all he was worth.

Nice! ..But the medical crossed nipples and the lacy stockings.. too much.

His fetish was tiny, simple. It was never a specific person, or event. But in some of his more tasteless fantasies, the themes were there. In actuality, even seeing his friend Rhonda in a medical setting made him feel nervous, defensive, and a bit powerless. In his fantasies, the same; but flavored with eroticism.

Just.. something about the notion of Cloud asking to take his temperature got him a bit.. aroused.

“But I need to take it, Seph.. please let me take it..” Cloud said over his shoulder, pure smut in his eyes while he clutched the goddamn thermometer, “Give it to me..”

“I’ll give it to you.” Sephiroth assured, slipping the thermometer out of Cloud’s hands, and sucked on it, getting it wet, “But I wanna take yours first..”

“Can I help you, sir?”

Sephiroth almost jumped a guilty mile high up into the air, but stopped himself before calmly turning around, “No. Just browsing.”

The utterly pornographic looking young man motioned behind them, “Holmes over there said you might be interested in assless chaps?”

Sephiroth looked over to see two blue eyes sparkling with humor over the top of an aisle. They ducked down once they had been spotted.

“I would be.. but I already have a few pairs that I haven’t broken in yet.”

The clerk nodded in understanding, “I have the same problem,” and went back to perch behind a magazine at the counter.

Sephiroth surveyed the fetish wear, and got down to business.

Just when his selection was made, Cloud cheered from the place he had been hovering, “Times up!” and emerged from the aisle with a black, shiny armload of horrors.

“Where are the dressing rooms!?”

The clerk sighed, “Behind the door that says dressing rooms.”

“Oh.” Cloud said dumbly, then smiled at Sephiroth, “C’mon!”

It was a small, dark red room divided by a black sheet, one entire wall being a mirror. Cloud giggled as he locked the door behind them and pulled the curtain closed. He dropped his armload onto the floor and pushed it towards Sephiroth, who did the same.

Cloud snickered loudly upon examining his outfit.

And Sephiroth tried to make sense of his, “..What is this?..”

Cloud didn’t answer, and began to hastily undress. Sephiroth listened and squinted, trying to somehow see through the black sheet. Why was it even closed? He bent a little and peeked beneath the sheet. He saw Cloud from the shins down push his jeans to his ankles. Sephiroth’s eyes widened for a moment then went narrow – Cloud was wearing.. the socks.

That wasn’t a big fetish either, of course. Just.. a little fascination. Ever since he pulled off Cloud’s jeans their first time together and found those things.. they’d been making cameos in many impure thoughts.

Sephiroth continued to watch as Cloud lifted his foot and reached down with one finger to push the bottom of his pants over his heel. He did the same to the other side, and the empty jeans hit the floor. After a soft rustle, his shirt joined it.

Naked.

Sephiroth started to draw the curtain and Cloud cried out and forced it closed, “Don’t open!”

“Why not..?” Sephiroth began to slowly pull the curtain up from the bottom, revealing Cloud’s knees.. thighs..

Cloud pushed it back down and a finger poked Sephiroth’s chest through the fabric, “I’m not dressed!”

“I know..”

“Not yet!” Cloud roared, and Sephiroth decided to leave him be and backed off.

He quickly got undressed himself and took a better look at what he had to put on. And didn’t at all understand what the getup was supposed to be.

A black rubber apron?

Sephiroth put it around his waist, and ran into a problem. Cloud’s knee high striptease had him at full mast. He shrugged and tied the apron anyways and pulled on a pair of elbow high black rubber gloves, and knee high black rubber rain boots.

Sephiroth tilted his head at himself in the mirror. Was he supposed to be a serial killer? He kinda looked like Leatherface now. But there was one more item to put on : a little white triangular hat that Leatherface would never stand for.

He pulled it on his head and smiled in wonder. It was the sort of hat a deli worker wore.. was he supposed to be a butcher?

Sephiroth cleared his throat, “Ready or not.”

Cloud made a tiny noise of panic, “Wait! Okay. No, wait! Okay, now!”

Sephiroth threw open the curtain.

Cloud stood shyly in tiny white vinyl shorts with a lace up crotch, a longsleeve white straight jacket, a little medical crossed nurse hat, a stethoscope around his neck, and the sexiest socks on the planet.

Clear blue eyes moved slowly over him in awe, then stopped at his groin. Cloud wailed like a banshee.

So, Sephiroth was still at full mast. Big deal.

He smiled handsomely and stretched up a little bit, eliciting more screaming from Cloud. “Explain to me why I’m wearin’ this, please.”

Cloud couldn’t speak, and turned as red as Sephiroth had ever seen him, his hands flying all over to both cover his face and fan his neck.

“If you don’t wanna tell me.. I’m takin’ it off.” Sephiroth threatened, and began to pull at the tie slowly. Cloud was hysterical. If he wanted a living pin up, Sephiroth could be that for him.

After a few more moments Sephiroth had to laugh himself, and became far more interested in Cloud. He pulled the stethoscope off him and tossed it across the floor and out of the way. He dug his fingers into the back of the tiny shorts, cupping his perfect little ass, taking delight in his shudders.

His twinkling laughter dwindled into a provocative giggle as he dug his short fingernails into the rubber, “We should buy this..” Cloud trailed off slightly, seeming to be distracted by something behind them. Sephiroth looked over his shoulder, dreading to find some other customer or perhaps the police barging in to investigate the screaming. But it was the mirror behind them, and the blatant fact that he wore nothing under the apron.

Sephiroth smiled at him in the mirror, “You like that?”

Cloud nodded, and his fingers shot to the knot at the back of the apron and began to untie it.

“I want you so bad..” Cloud whispered when it came undone, and pulled on Sephiroth’s ass, grinding them together roughly.

Sephiroth was shocked down to the floor, truly, but dug his rubber fingers into the thigh that circled his, “..Can you be quiet?”

“Probably not..” Cloud admitted.

“We’d better be damn fast then,” Sephiroth said before sucking Cloud’s lips into a kiss that felt like the shotgun at the beginning of a race.

Cloud panted as he slid down to his knees. Sephiroth took off the hat.

“No!” Cloud cried, then brought his voice to a careful murmur, “Leave it on..”

Sephiroth would have made some sort of smart ass comment, but Cloud’s tongue began to immediately lap it him, sliding and rubbing over the entire length. He put his head against the wall and closed his eyes, wanting to just feel. Soft, wet flickers. Then he felt Cloud’s warm, slightly trembling hand stroking, squeezing his hardness, then coming to rest at the base. Then warm, moist lips kissing him, making his lips tingle with the want to have the same treatment. Then, there was nothing but soaking wet heat.

Sephiroth opened his eyes to see a blonde head bobbing to and away from his groin in the mirror.

He swallowed his moans and looked down to see Cloud’s lips and tongue work. It was easy to go quickly watching him. It was only a few moments before he had his hands in Cloud’s hair, urging for harder, faster, and felt himself go painfully rigid, the only relief being Cloud’s tight lips and wet mouth.

Then he noticed Cloud’s cock pushing at the laces of his shorts, and his narrow hips thrusting at nothing.

That was no fun.

“C’mere.” Sephiroth whispered, gently stopping Cloud’s head and pulling him up to his feet. Cloud stretched up to kiss him desperately, whimpering and grinding and being generally too horny to do much of anything useful.

Sephiroth decided to help move things along by getting down on his own knees. It put him at Cloud’s chest height, and he kissed one of his hard, pink nipples, looking up.

Cloud closed his eyes, and a manufactured calm washed over him. He relaxed back against the wall, and opened them back up. Sephiroth smiled, eager for what was possibly about to come out of that pretty mouth.

Cloud cleared his throat nervously, put an unsure hand on his hip, and looked away with blood red cheeks when he asked, “..Symptoms?”

Sephiroth felt an almighty surge to his groin, “..My cock’s hard.”

Cloud’s eyes fluttered for a moment, then his face assumed one of thought, “Anything else?”

“..I’m thirsty.”

Cloud licked his lips, “Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

A drop of nervous sweat ran down Cloud’s back as Sephiroth began to emit an enormous heat. He slowly placed his hands on Cloud’s thighs, and even more slowly opened up his mouth, and pushed his long, red tongue all the way out.

Cloud couldn’t help but stare at the teeth, which usually looked slightly feline when he spoke. And now he could see why, Sephiroth’s canines were far too long, too curved and sharp. His two rows of teeth were straight, clean, and bright.. but curved in a way of a meat eating animal. Coupled with the furious burn of livid desire in his green cat-slit eyes, Sephiroth looked downright dangerous in what was fashioned to be a submissive position.

Cloud swallowed, not liking the thought of Sephiroth being forced into any submissive role, but wanting to follow through in what he started.. it was only a game, after all. He put a thumb in his waistband and pulled it over his erection, Sephiroth’s eyes were immediately drawn to it, then flicked back up to Cloud, dilating.

He took himself in hand, said a prayer to Holy Mother Mary for courage, he moved his hips forward, putting his cock into the hot air of Sephiroth’s mouth, not touching the walls of his cheeks, and avoiding scraping himself on the long white daggers of his teeth.

He pressed himself down onto the wet tongue like a popsicle stick. There was a low rumble from Sephiroth’s throat, but he didn’t move a muscle.

“S-sss..” Cloud exhaled, and set his jaw, “Suck.. please?”

Sephiroth’s necked snapped forward, and swallowed him up to his balls.

His moan burst from his lips, both fright and disbelief echoing in the sound. As before, no teeth of any sort were felt, but knowing those fierce chompers were hiding behind those beautiful lips, and watching them wrap and squeeze around his cock was maddening.

Sephiroth watched him writhe as he sucked him deep and hard enough bump his ass back against the wall rhythmically.

Cloud gasped his name sharply, but stilled his head gently. Sephiroth looked up in question, and Cloud spilled to the floor and pulling Sephiroth down on top of him. Their wet erections rubbed together deliciously, and that was when the General had had enough.

He ground Cloud into the floor, biting his lips to keep a handle on the vocalizations. Cloud did no such thing, panting and moaning against Sephiroth’s shoulder as he ground back.

“I wanna come all over you.” Sephiroth muttered on a carefully controlled, low exhale.

Cloud nodded against the floor, and whether it was an agreement or permission, Sephiroth mowed him down.

And then came a banging on the door.

“Hell-ooo?” Called the clerk.

They both went utterly still. Sephiroth only smiled slowly with wide eyes as Cloud’s entire body went pink, right down to his ankles.

“Yes?” Sephiroth called with dignity.

“We have a line here, boys. I didn’t want to use the key because.. well, that would be rude and improper of me, now wouldn’t it?”

“We will be out momentarily.” Sephiroth assured him.

After a few pounding heartbeats of silence, Sephiroth kissed Cloud softly, “Let’s go home..” then pushed off of him, and went to his clothes.

Cloud smiled with deep inner satisfaction at that, and got up to put his own clothes back on. Then he stopped, and stood in the middle of the room, “..Seph?.. I don’t think I can make it.. go down.”

The poor little guy was almost purple.

Sephiroth laughed loudly, and Cloud turned away, hissing, “It’s all your fault!”

“This whole thing was your fault.” Sephiroth argued, already at half mast and sinking while he pulled his jeans on.

“You’re the one who opened the curtain with the big, fat boner!” Cloud complained, taking off the nurse crap until he was standing in only his socks, frowning down at himself. Not almost purple, purple purple.

“Think of something gross,” Sephiroth suggested, pulling his shirt over his head and pulling his hair all through.

Cloud looked at him in a way that was less than innocent, then turned away again and whimpered, “I can’t think of anything gross right now..”

“I dunno what to do for you, then.. tripod.”

Cloud squinted one eye at him, “What.. does that.. mean?”

Sephiroth leaned one arm against the wall and just smiled. It was so glaringly obvious with Cloud in this condition that he just had to wonder if he was playing dumb blonde on purpose, “Look in the mirror.”

Cloud glanced at himself, and Sephiroth could have sworn he saw his lips pucker and his hip pop out just slightly, “I know what I look like. What does it have to do with a tripod?”

Sephiroth began folding their garments back up, hoping a little conversation would help, “Let’s take it to the roots of the word. Tri. What does ‘tri’ mean?”

“To give something a go.” Cloud said smartly.

Sephiroth’s nose twitched, “…As in ‘tripod’. T-R-I.”

“What language is it?”

“Latin, for fuck’s sake.”

“I don’t speak it.”

Sephiroth hiked an eyebrow, “Three, baby. It means three.”

“Oh.” Cloud said thoughtfully, and plopped down on the bench next to his clothes.

Sephiroth had to smile, “Let’s skip the lesson and I’ll just tell ya that ‘pod’, means foot, or leg. You follow?”

A light came on behind Cloud’s eyes after a moment, “Oooh! So a camera stand has three legs, because the word ‘tripod’ means three legs!”

He crossed his arms and looked down at himself.

Seated, Cloud’s blaring erection reached almost halfway down his thigh.

Just as it dawned on him, Sephiroth chuckled softly, “..and you have three legs.”

Cloud blinked, then very carefully asked, “Are you calling me.. short? Or are you saying I have a long..?”

“Both.”

Cloud screamed in frustration, “You couldn’t have just told me!?”

Sephiroth sat on the floor to tug his boots on, “Where’s the fun in that?”

Cloud yanked his shirt over his head, “Well if I knew all that, I would have just told you that you’re wrong. I’m exactly average.. penis-wise.” He frowned down at his overbearing, pompous erection. Still purple.

“But your height is below average,” Sephiroth pointed out merrily, “So you have a pretty long situation down there!”

Cloud made a face, “Gee, thanks. You’re 6-feet tall with a mastodon cock, pick on someone your own size!”

Sephiroth tsked, deciding now wasn’t the time to point out that he was actually 6’3”, “Baby. I’m not makin’ fun of you.”

Cloud pouted harder, “I’m short, I’m little, and I have a hard on that won’t die! I’m pathetic!”

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Cloud’s eyes shot up, but then cast down again, “..Ehh?”

Sephiroth kneeled between Cloud’s legs, “I couldn’t find a damned thing in this shop to make me want you more,” He rubbed his palms along Cloud’s thighs, “..In fact, you just sitting there with your cock hard and that little shirt on is the hottest thing I can think of.”

Cloud smiled, but then tried to cover it up, “..You like me?”

Sephiroth answered by kissing his lips warmly, "..C’mon. Let’s get out of here.”

Cloud babbled for a moment, then bit his lip, “I can’t.”

Sephiroth took Cloud’s jeans in hand, and shoved his socked feet through them himself, “Then you’re just gonna have to walk around town with a stiffy.”

Cloud’s hips jolted off the bench as Sephiroth brushed against him, “G-gg!”

Sephiroth pushed the jeans up his legs and thighs, thinking this was sort of fun since Cloud was so light, then pulled him up into a standing position to get them over his ass. Then, there was the problem. Sephiroth turned Cloud’s hips this way and that, assessing.

“You wear such tight jeans. There isn’t any room at all for this guy in there.”

Cloud rubbed his eyes helplessly, “I know. Believe me, I know.”

Another bang on the door, “You’ve got one minute gentlemen! We just lost a customer because of the wait! I have a key and I will use it!”

Cloud shoved four fingers into his mouth a bit down in terror, “What am I gonna do?”

“Can you come in under a minute?” Sephiroth asked seriously.

Cloud shrugged one shoulder, “..We can find out.”

“We?”

“Fifty seconds!”

Cloud begged, “Help me!”

Sephiroth rolled his eyes and began to pump Cloud fast. He squirmed all over the bench, “Oh, shit! Seph! Easy! It’s sensitive!”

“Forty seconds!”

“Fuck sensitivity,” He said, and continued to harshly beat him off, “No time.”

Cloud shook his head frantically, “I can’t do it! I can’t!”

“Thirty seconds!”

Moments later, the door opened. Sephiroth stepped out.

Without even really doing much but giving a few moments of expressionless eye contact, Sephiroth flirted with the line of perhaps ten people with various crotchless leather items waiting. Effectively, he drew every eye away from Cloud, clad in a rubber apron over his clothes, as he rushed past everyone with his head down to the register.

“You use it; you buy it.” The clerk said darkly.

Cloud droned in a dumb tone, “Der. What do you think we’re doing?”

Sephiroth dropped his armload onto the counter and leaned on it casually while it was all rung up.

“270 gil.”

Sephiroth gave the clerk an overcast glare. Overpriced bullshit! But he got out his wallet and handed him a credit card anyways.

The clerk swiped it with disinterest, then took a look at the name. He handed the card back immediately, “..Sir.. you ..found everything alright?”

Sephiroth nodded.

There was a moment where the machine was approving the card, the three stood in utter silence. The clerk staring at Sephiroth; Sephiroth trying not to even look at the clerk; Cloud stock still with his eyes closed, probably in prayer.

And through the wonders of technology the card was approved and the register pounded the receipt out. The clerk put it on the counter with a pen, “Please come back when you’re interested in new assless chaps, Sir.”

Sephiroth signed his name, took the bag, and herded Cloud out onto the sidewalk.

“Wait a minute,” Cloud murmured, faced the store and zipped himself up under the apron, then took it off, handing it to Seph, “Phew!”

Sephiroth smiled widely down at Cloud.

“What?” He asked.

Sephiroth chuckled, “Nothing.”

That bulge in those little pants had to have been solid Cloud.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Don’t you have any, like, good movies? Like.. Space Jam? Or Legally Blonde? Or The Goodbye Girl!?”

Sephiroth scowled, “Absolutely not.” Then recalled, “I have Dumb and Dumber. Yeah?”

“That movie’s stupid.” Cloud declared.

“Sit down and shut up. I know what we’re watching.” Sephiroth said, disappearing into the kitchen.

Cloud went to make a beeline for the couch, but took a detour to his bag by the door, “Maybe we should get more comfortable..” He flirted, swinging it.

Sephiroth was too busy messing around with a Jiffy pop to notice, “Go ahead. You know where my room is.”

Cloud deflated, then nodded and went down the hall. All the doors were closed, and Cloud was desperately curious to peek inside them. But he supposed he’d see what each room was in time.

He came to the end of the hall, to the only open door. Sephiroth’s bedroom. It was dark, and Cloud decided to forego the light switch, because it was well lit from the huge windows on the far wall. He stood in front of one and looked down, feeling a slight touch of vertigo, then went to the bathroom and flipped the light.

Nothing surprised him about Sephiroth’s bathroom. There were black and white checkered tiles, all black fixtures, and mirrors everywhere.

Cloud sighed, If I was that ripped and beautiful, I’d spend all damn day looking at myself and jerking off. How does he ever get anything done?

He tapped his fingers on the glossy black tiled counter, and was slowly filled with perverse curiosity.

Watching the open door, he slowly slid the top drawer next to the sink open.. inside there was a flat brush, some hair ties thrown around, a bottle of CHI, and a blow dryer.

Cloud smiled and picked up the CHI. Almost empty; used!

So that’s the secret, huh, Seph? He popped it open, took a teensy dollop of the fragrant hair oil, and worked it through his spikes. It did absolutely nothing for him.

Disheartened, he put it back and slid the drawer shut silently, then opened the next one. A bottle of rubbing alcohol, a box of band-aids, unopened syringes, gauze… Proactive Skincare Solutions.

Cloud screamed inside his head and picked up a couple of the green bottles to shake them. Used!

Aw, his skin is so fresh and pretty. God bless. He smiled and put it back, thinking that his beloved should come forward as a user and get an endorsement deal like P Diddy.

Then he shut that drawer, and opened the largest one on the bottom. It was filled with home improvement magazines. Cloud took one and thumbed through it, noticing the rippled edges, looking like they had gotten wet, then dried off. He imagined Sephiroth unwinding after a long day by thumbing through one of them in a bubble bath.

Cloud closed the drawer, and popped his head into the cabinet under the sink. There were some fresh towels, and some bathroom cleaning products.

Continuing on his nosy rampage, he put his fingers under the mirror to see if it opened. It did, with a rather fucking deafeningly loud creak. Cloud hunkered down and listened hard to see if any footfalls were coming to end his investigation.

After a few moments of silence, save for some faint popping from the kitchen, Cloud opened the mirror and peeked inside.

More band-aids, deodorant, toothpaste.. and two tiny shelves stuffed with prescription bottles of varying shapes and sizes.

Slowly, with a nervous hand, Cloud carefully took the smallest bottle out of the bunch, felt pills scatter and sift inside, and read.

Sephiroth Shin-Ra :: Take one every other day with meal orally, or as needed; never after B-7F.

He read it again before slowly replacing it and taking the largest out.

Sephiroth Shin-Ra :: Take three daily with water orally; never after B-7F.

Cloud put it back and scanned the bottles until he found one that was printed with a red B-7F label.

Sephiroth Shin-Ra :: Take only as needed; Call lab immediately. It was followed by a phone number.

Cloud pressed his palm to the childproof cap, prepared to open it, but something liquid sloshed inside. Cloud caught a chill suddenly. He replaced the bottle, and shut the mirror.

He had meant to find some Gas-Ex, or some hokey diet pills or something. Or maybe discover the secret combo of vitamins Sephiroth took to be so deliciously ripped.

Not.. whatever that was.

He knew SOLDIERs were enhanced people. That’s all that junk was. Just.. medicine.

But he had gone and done it. He had gone and snooped, and now had a gaggle of questions burning in his mouth that he would never, ever know the answers to.

Unless of course, Sephiroth offered up the information. But he did realize that Sephiroth hadn’t dropped his father’s name. And that he was probably the only human being that went through life without a last name attached to him. Sephiroth was an entity, like Cher. It added to the mystique, and a younger Cloud supposed someone that drop dead beautiful and strong and famous could just do shit like that. But getting to really know him.. that didn’t add up. Why just go by one name? Was he denying his last name? Was he really a Shin-Ra? Was he adopted?

Cloud then got a bit heated. Sephiroth got to talk to his mom. If only he could find the Turk and ask questions about Sephiroth. Although he always answered questions about himself.. Cloud still felt like sometimes, there were pieces missing.

He quickly took off his clothes and pulled on a pair of the blue pilates pants. He left his bag in the bathroom, then trotted out to the living room.

Sephiroth had his feet crossed and wagging on the coffee table, munching on the Jiffy pop.

“Fall in?”

“Yeah.” Cloud smiled, and crawled up next to him on the couch, kissing his neck and shoulder over his clothes. Partially in guilt for snooping, partially in an overwhelming monsoon of love for the man, and partially because he could.

Sephiroth kissed him back a few times, then gave him control of the popcorn, “I think I’m gonna change, too.” And with that, he disappeared where Cloud had just come from, and he sighed of deep relief that he hadn’t gone back there a minute sooner.

Cloud covered himself with the black and yellow striped couch blanket and settled in.

Sephiroth came back out in black loose bottoms tied around his hips.

“Zack gave me these. I’m only wearin’ ‘em for you.” And declared, then slowly turned around.

Printed in bold white letters across his ass : HUSTLER.

Cloud choked on popcorn and kicked his feet wildly under the blanket, “Why? Why!?” He coughed raggedly.

Sephiroth grinned and went to his movie stack, “Gag gift last Christmas. I dunno why I kept ‘em.”

Cloud hacked and coughed desperately until the popcorn seed skin dislodged from his throat, “Because you are!”

Sephiroth took the remote and sat back next to him, throwing the edge of the blanket over one of his legs, “You ever see The Exorcist?”

Cloud shook his head, “Is it scarier than No Tomorrow?”

“No Tomorrow wasn’t scary.” Sephiroth smiled, pressing play.

“Yes it was!” Cloud balked, “It was a horror movie. Scary!”

Sephiroth shook his head, “No Tomorrow was not a horror movie. It was a piece of shit.”

Cloud couldn’t argue. But that piece of shit had given him a nightmare, “So.. is this about like, demons?”

Sephiroth nodded, “You’ll see.”

Cloud lifted Sephiroth’s arm and put it around his shoulders.

Sephiroth did him one better and pulled him up into his lap, wrapping his arms around him over the blanket. He rested his chin on Cloud’s shoulder and kissed his ear, “It’s just a movie. Nothin’ at all scary about real demons. You’ll be able to toast ‘em yourself next year..” Sephiroth kissed his smooth, warm shoulder, “Until then, I’ll get ‘em all for you.”

Cloud smiled at that and pressed back into Sephiroth, “I’ve always been afraid of them. And ghosts.”

Sephiroth squeezed him, “Don’t be afraid of anything. Now watch.”

And watch Cloud did. He was in awe for the entirety of the movie, gasping and clawing at the blanket at times, at others, jabbing Sephiroth’s ribs for laughing at intense moments.

“Let Jesus fuck you!” Sephiroth creaked into Cloud’s ear with a cackle.

“Seph!” Cloud gasped, “Don’t even say that!”

When the green vomit came spewing out, Sephiroth dipped his tongue into Cloud’s ear, eliciting a very satisfying little bounce from him, “Sssseeeph!”

Sephiroth had seen this movie time and time again, which was one of the reasons he chose it. He was more interested in watching Cloud watch the movie. Towards the end of the film, he was entirely disinterested in it. Especially after behaving himself relatively well with a shirtless, beautiful boy in his lap for two hours.

He rubbed up his sides, up his warm, bare back and in between his shoulder blades, up his neck and into his hair.

Despite the fact that there was an exorcism happening before his eyes, Cloud moved and leaned into the touches, tilting his head like a happy cat as Sephiroth tiny rubbed circles over his scalp.

Before long Cloud was grinding against his lap just slightly, arching back against him, rubbing his hands up and down the long thighs that were flanking him. Sephiroth trailed his hands out of the blonde hair, moving his fingertips down Cloud’s jaw, down his throat, and over his collarbone to his chest. Cloud moaned in his throat a little.

“Baby..” Sephiroth murmured in lustful reverence.

“I love it when you call me that.” Cloud whispered while turning his head, his eyes a deep navy blue in the dark, and pressed open lips to Sephiroth’s mouth.

By the time the credits were rolling, so was Cloud in Sephiroth’s lap. Sephiroth’s erection was wedged between his cheeks, separated only by two thin layers of pajama pant material.

Sephiroth requested against Cloud’s lips, “I wanna take you to bed, now.. ‘kay?”

Cloud turned in his lap, letting the blanket fall to the floor, “Okay..”

“Hey. We don’t have to do anything.. serious because you’re sleeping here.” Sephiroth said, kissing Cloud’s face, “That’s not why I asked you to stay.”

“I know. But.. can we?”

And then, they were on the move. Sephiroth held Cloud with one arm while flipping off the television, and in the now pitch black apartment, carried him to his room.

Cloud didn’t exactly recall when they had landed on Sephiroth’s bed. Their mouths were connected, each other loathe to break the kiss for even a moment. Their pants were off almost as soon as they had the sophisticated thought processes to remove them. Then, it was only hot skin, and silver hair.

After a kiss that seemed to last for hours, Sephiroth broke it slowly, “Cloud. Do you still have that..?”

Cloud smiled, “It’s Pleasureglide.”

Sephiroth made a face like he didn’t care what the fuck it was called, “Where is it?”

Cloud pointed to the bathroom, and Sephiroth went and retrieved the bag. Cloud pulled out the tube, and after digging around for a moment, a condom.

After looking at both items, Sephiroth took the lube and motioned towards the other, “What’s that for?”

Cloud wrapped his fist around the little foil packet, hiding it, “Um. Aren’t.. shouldn’t we use one?”

Sephiroth kissed him with a grin, “Worried about getting knocked up?”

Cloud huffed, “No. It’s just.. safe. Isn’t it?”

Sephiroth went still, seeming deep in thought, then nodded an agreement. He took the packet out of Cloud’s palm, and set it next to them on the bed, replacing it with his own palm and fingers.

“You’re the only one, though.” Sephiroth said to him.

Cloud gasped just a little, not from shock, or fear. Cloud gasped because the vulnerable admission didn’t paint an expression of regret on that handsome face. He looked sincere. Earnest.

Cloud gave a tiny, dry sob as he clung to Sephiroth, lacing their fingers together loosely, dipping their tongues into each others’ mouths, their skin dampening with anxiety and anticipation.

Slowly Sephiroth sat up next to Cloud, took the tube of lubricant, and popped it open.

He squeezed some out onto his palm, and like Cloud upon his first exploration, seemed to be slightly fascinated with the substance. He spread it on his fingers, looked at it, then flicked his tongue out and tasted it.

Cloud giggled as his eyebrows raised in approval. Sephiroth smiled at him, squeezing more out onto his fingers, then eased down on his side next to Cloud, sliding one arm under his neck.

Cloud stared up at Sephiroth, laid his head back on his cradling arm, and spread his legs further apart.

Sephiroth wrapped his slick fingers around Cloud’s erection first, moving his fist up and down gently, causing his breath to catch just a little in his chest. Then, Sephiroth’s hand glided over and cupped Cloud’s balls, one of the long fingers moving down further, stopping at the small patch of puckered skin between his cheeks. After circling it, getting it wet, the finger pressed into it.

One of Cloud’s hands flew up to Sephiroth’s free one, gripping it. It squeezed back firmly, his thumb coasting over his knuckles slowly. The small gesture relaxed Cloud more than words ever could.

Cloud closed his eyes, but tried not to hide from the feeling of something inside of him. The sensation was foreign; an invasion. But it didn’t hurt, and that put Cloud into a world of relief. The finger pushed in to its’ extent, then pulled out. And then it pushed back in very slowly, further.. further.. further..

Cloud furrowed his eyebrows, “You have long fingers.”

“That’s not my finger.”

Cloud’s eyes shot open to catch Sephiroth make the naughty face of practical joking. At a time like this!

Cloud bared his teeth and snarled, and Sephiroth leaned down to kiss them, melting the feral little expression into something softer, and they were lost in each other’s lips once again.

Then Cloud tensed as the sensation inside him turned from foreign to downright alien. Now there were two fingers, each moving separately, wiggling. Cloud kept his eyes open, concentrating on Sephiroth, his beauty, his love for him, the rapt expression on his handsome face, the gleam of sexual promise in his eyes. But this new feeling.. Cloud did not like. It was actually beginning to make him a bit nauseous with anxiety.

As if sensing this, Sephiroth stilled his fingers and moved them as one, delving them deeply into Cloud.

And then, sparks. Cloud hissed sharply as his hips left the bed.

“Hurt?” Sephiroth asked.

“I dunno.. do it again..”

Sephiroth repeated the deep, smooth motion, and again Cloud cried out, his free hand seeking out Sephiroth’s cock in an instinctive return of pleasure. He could not have been more encouraged, and dipped his fingers in fast and hard.

This time, Cloud made a noise remarkably similar to a dog’s chew toy.

“Hurt?” Sephiroth asked again, his fingers immediately going still.

Cloud nodded, regrettably. The pain was dull, an ache. But he had to feel it, had to get used to it. He wanted to like this, to be good at it for Sephiroth. His longer, wider fingers were still nowhere near as long and wide as..

Cloud’s head swam with virgin terror as the fingers gently pulled away.

“Don’t stop.” Cloud whispered.

“I won’t.” Sephiroth assured, reaching over for more lubricant, this time squeezing a little out onto Cloud’s opening, and spreading it in and around with his fingertips, slipping them back in easily.

There was slight discomfort as they pushed up, a lightening bolt of pleasure, then a flood of soreness as they pulled out. Cloud moaned a different way for each sensation he was awash in, with each new stroke, trying to hold onto the good one for a little longer.

Sephiroth slowed his fingers, then pulled them out and away. Cloud opened his eyes to find himself being examined curiously.

“Cloud..”

Knowing what was being asked, he nodded quickly.

Slowly, Sephiroth reached for the condom packet, and tore it open.

“Use lube on the inner and outer surfaces.” Cloud whispered, laying back to stare up at the ceiling.

Sephiroth hummed in understanding, and after a moment or two, he entered Cloud’s vision, laying over him. Their flushed skin pressed together, and Sephiroth moved Cloud’s slightly damp bangs out of his face with his clean hand, his fingertips trailing down to Cloud’s lips. Then he kissed them, as he had been doing all day. And as all day, Cloud surrendered completely to it, the gentle tongue movements stirring the darkness behind his eyelids.

Sephiroth pushed Cloud’s legs apart and eased them back. He had a moment of worry, wondering if he was about to be placed in some provocative, and potentially embarrassing position.

Sephiroth moved up to kneel, sitting back on his heels. He pulled Cloud closer, resting his bottom on his thighs, slightly inverting him, but not pornographically so. Cloud relaxed as Sephiroth gently bent his legs and moved them around his waist, holding them under his arms.

Cloud shut his eyes.

There was a pressure, a tension, a give, and a slide.

And neither were virgins anymore.

Cloud gasped out sharply, and Sephiroth answered with a low rumble, and a warm, reassuring hand cupping his neck. He sunk in until their pelvises touched with nothing between.

There was pleasure and pain for both, though the serving sizes were a bit unequal.

Sephiroth kneeled on the bed, his jaw slack in pure shock at the feeling of being inside Cloud. It felt so intensely good that it literally hurt, his small, unimaginably hot body gripping him to the point of discomfort.

Cloud on the other hand, was panting and sighing, his jolted nerve endings unable to decide whether to push Sephiroth out, or draw him in further, closer, more.

This bittersweet moment was just that – a moment.

Sephiroth stayed still inside of him as Cloud’s erratic panting slowed to a deep breathing, and he relaxed again enough at ease to fully rest against Sephiroth’s legs, and unclench his thighs. With this, he opened up, and the pain portion of Sephiroth’s experience completely diminished.

Sephiroth pulled his hips away slowly, then dipped back down into Cloud as smoothly as possible, trying to recreate the preferred motion of his fingers. He did it again and again, watching Cloud’s face carefully as it went through a wider gamut of expressions than Sephiroth thought was possible. Calm, pain, shock, disbelief, pleasure, and then something that looked as though he was about to burst into laughter.

The last expression puzzled Sephiroth, but there it was again and again.

Finally, he put a soft kiss to Cloud’s knee and whispered, “What’s funny, baby?”

Cloud opened his blue eyes in the dark and smiled up at him, “We’re.. having sex.”

Sephiroth smiled in surprise at that answer, but then let the reality sink in. They were having sex.

They were having sex.

Sephiroth eased Cloud’s legs a bit further apart and down, and then leaned over him, pressed his lips to Cloud’s, spreading his mouth open and sliding his tongue inside.

The angle changed, but did not hinder the insistent friction of Sephiroth’s hips. He rested his elbows on either side of Cloud, caging his vision in with long limbs and pale hair. And everything in the entire world became Sephiroth.

“Seph!” Cloud said, and as if it was some sort of magic spell, Sephiroth began to move a bit faster inside him.

“Good..?” Sephiroth asked on a shaky exhale.

“Seph..”

That was answer enough. Sephiroth worked him.

Cloud wasn’t aware that he had a song stuck in his head at a deafening mental volume, but was aware that he was throwing his hips up at Sephiroth in time to the beat. He was half aware of the pain, but fully aware of the pleasure. He couldn’t help but be aware of the enormous heat radiating from Sephiroth, his breath, his sweat, his skin. Cloud wanted to live in these seconds of partial awareness, nothing existed but Sephiroth’s body.

Cloud’s ankles locked behind Sephiroth’s back, keeping him deep, while his hands held the back of his head down, keeping their lips and tongues in contact.

Sephiroth slapped his hips into him.

It was unbearable.

Cloud clung and tore at him, his own name being sobbed down his throat as Sephiroth felt the pulsing of Cloud’s cock against his stomach, then a gush of wet warmth.

Sephiroth’s lower body froze suddenly still while his upper body trembled uncontrollably. Every single part of Cloud’s body held onto him tight enough to make him gasp. The spasms seemed to last forever, and blue eyes watched, his fingers twirling through his hair, his legs loosening to gently rub against his hips and outer thighs.

Sephiroth didn’t want to stop, but his slow thrusting became meaningless as he went soft, and Cloud’s eyes began to blink slowly, sleepily.

He very reluctantly disengaged from Cloud, relishing the way little fingers clung to his hair, combing through the entire length as Sephiroth stepped off the bed and to the bathroom. He returned condomless and with a towel, which he used to quickly clean Cloud off.

“You missed a spot.” Cloud pointed to his chest. Sephiroth made a swipe at it.

“Here, too.” Cloud showed his elbow.

Sephiroth muttered, and swiped that area also.

“Here, too.” Cloud rolled over onto his side and popped his ass out. Sephiroth gave it a firm smack which resonated most favorably, chuckling at the indignant screech that followed. He threw the towel across the room towards the general direction of the bathroom.

Cloud, in sleepy, relaxed movements that were more kitten-like than Sephiroth had ever seen a human perform, circled on his knees, looking for the end to the comforter. Once he found it, he burrowed underneath, and held it open for Sephiroth.

He got in with a smile and laid next to Cloud, their bodies warming up the winter-cool sheets in moments.

They faced each other on the pillow, and stared.

“How do you feel?” Cloud finally asked, sucking thoughtfully at his bottom lip.

Sephiroth breathed through his nose, and looked like he was thinking hard. Cloud was extraordinarily disappointed when he answered with the same question, “How do you feel?”

“Perfect. Wonderful. You’re everything I could ever want.” Cloud confessed passionately, if a little shakily, “..I love you.”

Sephiroth closed his eyes, “Cloud. I feel more at ease with you than I ever have with anyone. In my life.” He opened them back up, “I.. value you so much.”

For a second, Cloud’s heart stopped dead.

Then, his brain slowly.. carefully.. gingerly.. registered..

..value.

Value.

Value?..

Cloud forced a smile and turned over. He felt the strong arms circle him, the warm body press against the back of him. He felt the kisses and the breath in his hair.

Sephiroth heard the tears.

He hoped they were the happy kind

A/N

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1-     1-     Now we alll know what tripod means, lulz. Poor Cloud.

2-     2-     I’ve been avoiding the whole top/bottom issue..just because I don’t think it fits with Sephiroth and Cloud. Cloud has some very “seme” thoughts and actions, I think, from chapter 1. On the same wave, Sephiroth’s appearance and some attitudes I see as “uke”. But I can see their couplings naturally tending towards Sephiroth being dominant, but I don’t think he would ever deny Cloud dominance if he really wanted it. Will I ever write ukeroth?.. maaaybe. You’ll just have to wait and see. But I know some people hiss and spit at the mere suggestion, so I’ll put up a warning if ever it’s involved.

3-     3-      Okay, I’d like to just take a moment and thank you people for reviewing so, so much. I love all the people that regularly review, absolutely look forward to what you have to say each new chapter. And you sexy fuckers who pop in randomly, it feels like a dirty little one night stand; yum. But in all honesty, I wanted to write an entertaining story, nothing more, nothing less. And I feel like I’ve done that, plus a little extra. So, just know that you’re the reason I do this. Look at me, reviewers! It’s all for you, reviewers! It’s all for you!
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