Adult-FanFiction.org : Final Fantasy

All Is Fair In Love & War	By : xreverie Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1429 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII does not belong to me. The storyline however is an act of my own perversion. Lastly, i don't gain any funds by writing this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-All Is Fair In Love & War
- 2-Ch.02 Beautiful Cloud
- 1
- 2
Chapter 02: Beautiful Cloud

Three months later...
Cloud gasped slightly as he struggled to control his breathing. His arms were aching slightly and he could feel the beads of sweat rolling between his shoulder blades.
Hellfire it's fucking hot.
Cloud gritted his teeth slightly as twin blonde brows furrowed together in attempts to keep sweat from dripping into his clear blue eyes. His breaths were coming in harsh as his grip tightened on the handle of his sword. The blades were dull, but that didn't mean it didn't sting like a Cactuer when it struck, if the bruises rapidly forming on Cloud's body were any indication.
"Gettin' too much fer ya, Pretty Boy?" he heard the taunting voice from across the makeshift arena.
Cloud sighed as he read the open hostility radiating from the other boy.
His name was Don.
Cloud liked to refer to him as "Dickhead Don".
Then again, the nickname would change whenever it suited his fancy. But it had to begin with a "D", it was a game he played in his head to keep him entertained. It went from being Dumbass Don, to Dillweed Don, to Douchebag Don until it finally became his current favorite, Dickhead Don. Because he was.
Don was a HUGE dick.
Cloud didn't get it, since he started classes at the Academy, Don had been riding his dick for no good Shiva-damned reason. Whatever he did, whatever he said or whatever he didn't say. Honestly, how the hellfire did anyone get ragged on for not saying something?
So Cloud did what he did best: He ignored the fucking bastard.
But it just made Dickhead Don worse. If it weren't for Barrett, his roommate, Cloud would have either gone completely mental or literally killed the idiot.
All the trepidation he felt before about having a roommate vanished once he discovered that Barrett Wallace was one kickass individual.
It was a damned shame that they weren't partnered today in Battle Class. Mock battles were so much more fun when he had Barrett opposite of him. Sure he challenged him; they challenged each other.
Barrett turned out being this huge black guy, he was a little older so his muscles were more developed than Cloud's, but since he was smaller, he was faster, he was forced to be more tactical.
Which was not to say they didn't learn from each other.
Barrett helped him out when came to wielding firearms and Cloud gave him tips with using blades.
He wasn't terrible with firearms, he was just more... attuned when it came to blades.
When he first held one, it felt... Familiar. He didn't know how to explain it, it felt like... coming home.
As fucking ridiculous as that sounds.
But to pass this class he had to be pretty damn savvy at both.
"Whasthamatter, Chocobo Shit? Too scawed?" Taunted Dickhead Don when Cloud hadn't reacted to the first jab. Cloud didn't react to the taunting, there was no point. The idiot seemed to like hearing himself talk.
The two were circling each other in the arena. Cloud had deduced that they must have been at this for a while, judging by the small crowd gathering around them.
Blue eyes scanned the crowd before landing on the familiar brown ones of his friend.
Kick his ass, Blondie. Barrett mouthed as he nodded his head toward Dickhead Don's rather large form.
It was a pity that Dickhead Don didn't look like an asshole. Honestly, because all the girls were always gawking at him, calling him 'hot' with his tawny hair and tanned skin, confident white smile.
Women always found confidence attractive.
His father had this quiet confidence that drew people to him. A small part of him wished that he wasn't so damned introverted.
"Awuh, little Pretty Boy can't speak, too scawed to go up against a real man." some chuckles and feminine giggles made Don's lips curl into a self satisfied smile.
Cloud thought if he kept grinding his teeth the way he was, his molars would be dust. Hellfire, he was surprised that his teeth weren't stubs by now.
"When I talk, I usually make it a point for it to not come out of my ass."
Shit. Did he say that?
Huh, it appears he did.
And if the red that was creeping up Don's neck was any indication, he said it loud enough for everyone to hear. The murmurs and snickers quieted all at once, well except for the snorting that was coming from Barrett. Dark eyes glinting in anger, Dickhead charged.
For all his size, he was fast, so fast that Cloud almost didn't move quick enough. His movements became fluid, his body like liquid, flowing around Don almost graceful as he dodged attack after attack. His heavy boots barely made a sound as he manipulated his body around the would-be fatal onslaught.
With a feral growl, the brunette was hacking his blade down viciously, whatever attack Cloud couldn't dodge he raised his own blade to parry, his arms feeling the alarming vibrations surging through his blade at the impact.
Holy Shiva!
He could literally feel the anger rolling off of the other boy in thick, rolling waves.
If the bigger man kept slashing at him like this, Cloud wouldn't be able to recover quick enough, he'd eventually leave an opening.
With a shout Don slashed downwards over the blonde's head.
At a distance, he heard the crowd gasp.
Without pausing Cloud used his legs to spring backwards, his hands planting in the dirt as he evaded the blow only to end in a defensive crouch, his hand reaching to grasp the hilt of his sword.
Don had put power behind that one, he deduced as he eyed the dull blade literally stuck, stuck into the ground...
It was buried almost a foot.
Does he hate me that much?
Seeing his opening, Cloud sprung to his feet closing the distance, but Don was ready for him, he used his sizable bulk to rip his buried sword from the ground to block. The blonde then jumped high enough to plant his booted feet into the flat side of Don's blade, smashing it against the other boy's chest.
Cloud heard him grunt painfully as he used the leverage to launch himself in the air, directly into the sun's blazing rays.
He watched as Dan's eyes squinted against the sun, knowing he wouldn't be able to see him. He twirled the blade effortlessly around his hand, changing his grip from defense to attack. A cry that seemed to resound deep in his throat pushed passed his lips.
What that really him? He'd never made that sound in his life.
He didn't have time to dwell too long on it as he used whatever strength he had left into his aerial attack, slashing down at the spot where Don's neck met his shoulder.
Hit!
There was a sickening thud that echoed in his ears as the hard steel of his weapon struck flesh.
Dickhead Don's knees buckled instantly, his sword falling from his limp fingers, landing uselessly in the dirt, Don following face first. Startled gasps resounded, a few cheers.
He suspected those were from Barrett too.
"Done!" A high feminine voice wailed, "Bout's done! Victor, Strife!" Cloud's crystalline blue eyes shot to Ms. Kisaragi, his Battle Class instructor, as she strode into the area as pretty as you please. Suffice to say, Yuffie Kisaragi was small. Standing a solid 5"2 barely weighing a buck fifteen soaking wet, yeah you can say she was small. But when she opens her mouth? She was larger than life.
Let's just say Megaphones were not needed.
"Fricken wicked aerial assault, Strife." She grinned up at him, her hands on her slender hips, her short cropped hair flying every which way in the wind.
The thing about Ms. Yuffie was that she was blunt.
When you did good, she never hesitated to praise. But when you fucked up... Well she's got a wicked temper and a mean left hook.
So the platoon liked keeping her happy.
"Thanks Ms. Kisaragi." Cloud muttered, his breath was shallow as he planted the tip of his sword to the ground so he can lead against it. He glanced at Dickhead's alarmingly still form, "Shouldn't you check on him?"
"First of all, it's Yuffie. "Ms. Kisaragi' makes me sound ancient and I'm barely older than you!" she huffed, "Second, I saw where you struck him. Out like a light! Bam!" she chopped her hand in front of her in a neat arc, "Cuh-leeeaaan!" her plump lips curved into a cheeky smile, "Shouldn't be too much damage, he'll be sore as all hellfire when he wakes up and then he'll be praying to Diablo to end his suffering when that wicked headache threatens to split his melon apart."
Cloud winced slightly, he didn't care about Don, but he didn't mean to hurt the guy that bad.
"S-Sorry," he apologized, hating the stutter in his voice, "Wasn't my intent to--"
"'Course it was." She cut him off turning to look at Don, "If you were holding real swords, that move of yers woulda been a deadly one. "
Dark brown eyes shot into his shocked blue ones, "Battle aint a place for rainbows and butterflies, Strife. When you attack, you go for the kill. We're not here to play sword fight like tykes."
She was right, of course... So he nodded his agreement.
"Good, now hit the showers, you look like shit."

"Did you see that shit?" Zack leaned against the railing on his elbows, "That move was pretty decent, for a newbie."
Vicious was more like it, Sephiroth thought to himself. He hadn't meant to watch the amateur bout, but him and Zack were on their way for some grub when a flash of spiky blonde hair caught his attention.
Then he couldn't even look away.
He hadn't seen the kid for months now. He looked... Good.
Good? Man, that sounded lame.
Great.
Filled out.
Healthier.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
He was not as bulky as the kid he went up against, all muscle no brain.
When he had first laid eyes on Cloud Strife during orientation, he had been scrawny. As in suh-scraw-a-nee. But now he had some weight on him. His body developing nicely. Sleekly muscled arms, broad shoulders tapering into a slender waist.
He looked stronger.
He looked beautiful.
What?
Beautiful?
The fuck? Since when had he started thinking the kid was beautiful?
Seph shook himself. He was being weird today.
"All right, Fair. Let's go, fuckin' starving--"
"Shit."
That one word made the General's entire body stiffen in warning.

Ms. Yuffie had began to herd the students to the locker room, when he heard scraping sounds coming from behind him.
"Fuckin' little SHIT!"
Those words sent ice into his veins as he whirled to find Dickhead Don hovering over him, his blade raised above his head, eyes wild.
His last thoughts were, fuck... I should change his name to Dipshit Don, because he really is an idiot.
Cloud heard his name being called from a distance before his world went dark.
TBC..
A/N: Wooo! Wow that took me a long ass time to make a chapter.
I wasn't sure how I was going to make the two interact more, since Seph is such a high ranking officer and Cloud a lowly cadet.
So I figured a Med Bay visit might be nice.
R/R is you please, I'm taking suggestions.
How do YOU want these two to have their official meeting?
Let me know, I'm alllll ears!
Yours,
Joan
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

All Is Fair In Love & War