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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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"Goodbye fuckers!" Cloud called from the window as Sephiroth made their getaway out of godforsaken Nibelheim. Anyone who happened to be outside was subject to a heartfelt farewell from the sentimental young man. "See you later! I'll miss you! I don't even like you, but I'll miss you!"
They managed to get caught at one of the tiny town's ancient stoplights, and watched as a group of young children crossed the street, marching off to some mid-summer adventure with their bikes in tow. Cloud fell back against the seat to roll up the window when a teenage girl jogged past the tank.
Cloud gasped and leaned out of the open window. Huge tits, shiny brown hair, legs for days and a supermodel's vacant stare? Could it be? "Tifa Lockheart!"
She shot an inquisitive glance over her shoulder at the tank before she realized who was hanging halfway out of it. "… Cloud?"
"Who else? Come here you big slut!" Cloud cried, arms outstretched.
She quickly bounced up to the side of the tank, and stood on her tiptoes to meet Cloud in a hug. "Hey! I saw you in the paper! You were at the Northern Crater battle! You're a hero!"
Cloud blushed beet red, "Well… uh, not so much, I just helped out a little bit… How are you?"
"I'm great! Nothing's really changed here, you know it never does. Are you doing okay? Do you like Midgar?" She gushed, reaching up to ruffle Cloud's hair like everyone so often did at school. Although, the touch was far gentler than it ever used to be.
"Oh, yeah! I totally love it there! My mom's moving out to Junon to be closer to me, so we're here to fetch her…" There was a moment of relative quiet between them, and Cloud appraised his childhood girlcrush, who had clearly become a woman during his time away. He inwardly wondered if he looked any more like a man in her eyes.
He almost wondered why he would even care what this popular, vain, rich bitch thought... but realized that Tifa didn't deserve any bitterness at all. She deserved better than a short, gay boyfriend, and he clearly required the guiding hand of a blindingly handsome army General.
There was nothing but a few awkward, yet happy moments between them from their childhood, so he blurted words he'd been holding in since he was a little boy : "Tifa, I just have to tell you—you are so pretty. You're like Audrey Hepburn with a fantastic rack. And you look even better than ever!"
Tifa instantly turned red and began to bury his compliment under nervous babble, "What are you fucking talking about? I'm sweaty and gross right now and haven't even washed my hair in two days… but thank you, I guess. You look really cute, too! Your hair looks so good like that! Do you have a Facebook or anything? We have a lot to catch up on!"
"Yeah, I'll friend you!" Cloud promised. "Anything scandalous happen at school?"
Sephiroth touched Cloud's back, "Light's green, babe. Your mom's givin' me a dirty look."
Cloud looked back and saw his mother scowling at them from inside her own car, which she was using to follow them to Junon. As usual when faced with an early morning, a long drive or any combination thereof, she was being a complete bitch. She honked once for emphasis.
Cloud waved dismissively at her. There was nobody else on the road that they were holding up, so he rested on his perch from Sephiroth's tank and smiled down at his former… well, they were never really friends. But she was easily the hottest girl in Nibelheim, and if there was anyone from this town he wanted to be friends with as an adult, it was her.
Big, squishy tits. Elitist, sassy attitude. Rich father. Tifa Lockheart was the perfect fag hag.
"MOVE YOUR FAT ASSES," Cloud's mother boomed demonically.
"We should probably go, we have to drive all day as it is," Cloud tsked, and reached down to give Tifa another light hug.
"Who's driving this thing?" Tifa asked, looking up and down the unusual vehicle.
Cloud turned to look at Sephiroth, and smiled warmly. "The most gorgeous man in the whole world."
Sephiroth gave Cloud a dim, patient smile. It was just a little too early to cause Sephiroth to laugh or flirt back; instead he just continued to rest his head against his seat.
Tifa cooed, "Oh, is it your boyfriend?" Then she whispered, "I wanna see what he looks like!"
Despite a series of elongated honks from Cloud's mother, he opened his door and hopped down, laughing when he was face to face with his former crush. He'd grown a little taller, but so had she, and they saw directly eye-to-eye. They could even share clothes.
Perfect hag! he thought, giving her another hug for the hell of it. He then pointed up into the car, allowing Tifa to peek up at Sephiroth.
The ethereal beauty was tired, but no less stunning than usual. With his silver hair flowing over one shoulder and his lidded, electric green eyes, he looked like a God slumming it for the weekend. All he had on were tight track pants and a thin t-shirt stretched over his perfectly sculpted torso. He was tapping the wheel, and the light movement created a ripple through the coiled muscles of his forearms.
Cloud and Tifa peered up at him like two awestruck and reverent mice, neither saying a word. Sephiroth finally gave the teenage girl a nod, "Good morning."
"Oh, this is Tifa," Cloud introduced, coming out of his trance. "Tifa, this is Sephiroth. My... man."
"...Hi. Nice to meet you…" She replied meekly, and backed away. She turned to Cloud, and her delicate eyebrows rose high on her forehead to give him a meaningful gaze that could only translate to, "That's some mighty good dick you're getting."
Cloud nodded as if to say, "I know, right?"
By this time, April Strife was laying on her horn and shouting Nibelheim obscenities that didn't quite make sense in English. One of them being, "Get the fucking goat off the goddamn mountain before I fucking splatter it all over the windshield!"
"Go, go, go," Tifa pushed his arm. "I'm so glad I actually got out of bed to jog today, otherwise I wouldn't have run into you."
"And I wouldn't have run into your tits," Cloud batted his eyes innocently. It was Tifa's fault for parading around in nothing but a sports bra; it would be bad manners not to pay his respects to the only boobs on Earth he'd ever considered motorboating.
She crossed her arms defensively, "I'm telling your grandma you said that!"
"Bye honey, talk to you soon!" Cloud called as he climbed up into the vehicle, and Tifa waved before putting her headphones back on and resuming her jog. She must have bought her sports bra at the same store Sephiroth bought his boxer briefs to run in, because they controlled the bounce nicely. Between Tifa's tits and Sephiroth's balls, Cloud momentarily lamented his lack of bouncy attributes, completely ignorant to the fact that he could barely blink without every hair on his head swaying like feathers.
April was still screaming when Cloud put his window up. Sephiroth stepped on the gas and began to haul ass out of town without saying a word. Cloud peeked at him, wondering if he was put on the spot by the sudden stop. "... Hey Pretty. Sorry if that was awkward."
Sephiroth shook his head slightly as he resumed driving. "No problem. It's cute when you introduce people to me."
"Why's it cute?" Cloud whined, bouncing energetically in his seat. Somehow, he'd become quite the morning person. Or perhaps he was simply excited to be embarking on a vacation, a new year as a seventeen-year-old, and the reality of a whole day to listen to music in a moving car.
"Because you do it like I'm your well-trained dog," Sephiroth chuckled softly. "I feel like I should do a fuckin' trick or somethin'."
"Oh…" Cloud pondered seriously on that for a moment. He did somewhat enjoy showing Sephiroth off, only because he loved him and he was obviously an ideal man. "It doesn't bother you does it? I mean I—"
"If it bothered me, you would know it," Sephiroth cut him off and reached for a thermos of coffee he'd prepared for the morning. His long throat pulsed softly as he drank, and Cloud wondered how a creature could be so alluring no matter what he did. He was so distracted that he was slightly startled when Sephiroth spoke again to conclude his point, "Besides, I know the score by now. I am your well-trained dog."
Cloud reached over to pat the top of Sephiroth's head, "You're a good boy, Sephy! Even if you do bite…"
That earned him a show of Sephiroth's big, sexy teeth, supplemented by a guttural bark. An electric current passed between them, and Cloud didn't want to let on how intensely those feral noises made him want to crawl over the stick shift and do unladylike things to him. So instead Cloud focused on finding something to listen to on the radio.
Cloud was right about one thing: Making it down the side of Mt. Nibelheim was a lot easier than crawling up. With the handy trick of laying off the brakes and keeping the wheel turned, Sephiroth successfully sailed the tank down the spiraling road safely and quickly. Once that obstacle was tackled, it was a five-hour drive across the Western continent, a three-hour ferry across the sea where they were able to stretch out and enjoy some lunch, and then another three hours to Junon.
Cloud had never been to Junon before. It had a much different vibe than Midgar, it was just as large but it seemed so much cleaner and purer of a place despite the metal industrial surroundings. April's new neighborhood easily dwarfed the entire town of Nibelheim, and to look at her in these surroundings just… made sense.
Midgar was large, but it was also made small by the sheer number of people bumping around in it. Buildings crowded close together, and smog choked the air. Cloud adored that chaos, was born to be submerged in noise and movement.
But much like April was more laid back, Junon was like an industrial older brother of the city, just as large in size with the added feature of breathing room. The warm wind permeated the seaside city with the relaxing scent of the beach, and Cloud found himself wiggling his toes inside his shoes. He liked that his mother would be dwelling in such a place, and knew she'd find a good man in one of the locals.
Hopefully, he'd be fucking rich. And hot! And maybe they'd even make a baby. Cloud smiled, thinking of how nice it would be to be an adult older brother to some little boy or girl. He'd be a great mentor, for he knew much about the world, music, life, love, and the mysterious nature of the infinite universe. He'd never have any children of his own, so he could be a surrogate to his brother or sister and bestow his wisdom.
If April had the power to read minds, she probably would have run Cloud over with her car. He had no right to make lofty plans for her ovaries, much less impart wisdom of what he knew about life - which summed up to absolutely everything about absolutely nothing in April's opinion.
The boys carried in April's things, and she gave them a grand tour of her new apartment. She'd visited it once already, and it was already full of furniture so new that it was all wrapped in plastic, fresh from the warehouse.
The whole place reeked of newness, and the scent aroused Sephiroth's decorating sensibilities until he could no longer contain himself. He found himself saying, "Ape, do you like the color pistachio? We should do an accent wall, I think it'd really set off the mocha motif you've got going with the carpet and the leather furniture. It's real leather, isn't it? We can get it reupholstered if it isn't. Can I bring over some swatches sometime?"
The Strifes both looked at him like he was a crazy person, so he reeled it back a little bit. The apartment included two full bathrooms and a guest bedroom, which she specifically had gotten for Cloud to come and stay in. There was also a terrace for smoking, a small bar, and an even a sliver of the ocean visible between the metal landscape.
April walked around the place at ease, already at home.
"Why didn't you do this years ago?" Cloud asked, lazily draped on a section of her new couch that was still wrapped tight in plastic.
"I didn't want to uproot you from your school," She explained, sitting on the floor next to the open glass door and smoking. "From your family, from… well, everything."
"Thanks a lot," Cloud said dryly, resting his eyes for the moment.
"I guess…" April thought aloud, tapping ash into a new tray. "Maybe I needed some encouragement. You moving out here was the push I needed, I suppose. Nibelheim got really small without you around. And knowing that you're taken care of, doing well on your own… seemed like it was time take care of myself."
Cloud smiled, and chose not to say anything else on the subject. He was glad his mom was living a larger life, and it didn't matter what she did to get herself there. He wouldn't ever criticize that woman for any of her life choices, because she'd lived it for his benefit from her own late childhood. It was high time that April took care of herself, and this move was a fantastic start.
A small buzzing sound stole Cloud's attention, and he glanced to the other end of the couch. Sephiroth had fallen dead asleep, and was snoring softly.
Cloud smirked at his mother, "Mind if we grab a nap before we take off?"
"Go ahead," April sighed, lazily pushing herself up off the floor. "But if I hear you two idiots doing anything naughty you're getting thrown out. Nobody's christening my new place before I do."
"Gross!" Cloud cried in insult.
"What's really gross is having to hear my own son and his boyfr—"
"You heard nothing!" Cloud screeched, causing Sephiroth to shoot awake. The poor man blinked with bleary eyes, the normally electrified green irises were dim and cloudy. Cloud sat up and rubbed Sephiroth's shoulder, "Poor sleepyhead. You wanna get in the bed in my room and take a little nap?"
"No," Sephiroth shook his head and straightened his back with a pop. "I just need coffee, a lot of it."
"And fall asleep behind the wheel with my son in the car? Forget it," April interjected. "You've been driving all day. It's past eight, and it's almost dark. You're both sleeping here."
"But we have a schedule…" Sephiroth's voice was defensive, but there was clearly room in his self-imposed logic for correction.
"Fuck the schedule. You're not going anywhere tonight," April decided. "Cloud, there are some new sheets in the hall closet. Go make your bed up and be quick about it. Sephiroth, I don't care if you're some General or whatever. If you're gonna be in this family, you're gonna listen to me from time to time. You both worked hard all weekend, you drove all day today and you need a good night's sleep. Then, tomorrow morning you can run off and do whatever it is you're going to do for the rest of your vacation. You got me?"
Sephiroth stopped listening halfway through, because he knew he wasn't going to argue with her motherly logic. In fact, a true vacation from his duties did include not having to stick to any schedules, and not having to be the one in charge. To stick to a self-imposed schedule when he clearly wanted to do otherwise was not a vacay at all. He was once again inclined to let a tiny member of the Strife clan boss him around—they seemed to know what was good for him.
"You had me at 'Fuck the schedule,'" He told her, and let Cloud take his hand and lead him to the guest room. He leaned against the wall and watched Cloud make the bed for them, then let his shorter lover undress him. They didn't feel like getting their bags from the tank, so they slept naked under the crisp, cool sheets.
He had the falling sensation of deep relaxation the moment Cloud shut off the lights. He felt his lover's compact body curl beside him, and the last thing he heard was Cloud mutter with a chuckle, "Goddamn bossy woman. You're not pissed we have to stay here, are you? Isn't she a total bitch?"
Sephiroth snorted, a shadow of the true humor he felt. He was sleepy enough and honest enough to murmur against the pillow, "… I wish she was my mom."
Cloud was surprised initially, but softened in agreement. He was lucky to have April as his mother, and she was mother enough for the both of them. Cloud kissed Sephiroth's temple, "…She is your mom, now."
Sephiroth then fell into unconsciousness with the feeling of soft, warm kisses being placed across the side of his face.
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Emerging from the blue water, Sephiroth snapped his goggles onto his forehead and closed his eyes, giving himself a moment to breathe.
It wasn't that he'd come up too quickly, it was just a completely different world underwater, and he'd been down there most of the afternoon. He'd found a decent spot and sat down on the ocean floor, looking up as the jellyfish migrated several feet above his head. He got stung once or twice, but only because he couldn't resist touching them. It didn't feel like much of anything, perhaps a slight tickle that a quick cure snuffed out.
He'd been under the surface for about four hours, and all the swimming had him ravenously hungry. When his stomach growled he opened his eyes, finally adjusting to the bright sun and salty air as he got his bearings back. Less than fifty feet away was his favorite person in the entire world.
Cloud was shameless. Like a teenage girl who undoes her bikini top to avoid tan lines, he had taken off his Speedo, which was instead resting on his head to shield his eyes from the sun while he napped the afternoon away. Several empty cans of beer were rattling weightlessly inside the plastic bag they'd brought from the hotel room, the tinkle of metal was the only real noise besides the crashing of the waves.
Sephiroth discarded his scuba gear as he approached, hearing also a little muffled roar from Cloud's ear buds, along with a gentle snore. It seemed his sunscreen had been keeping him golden instead of burnt, but his normally creamy white ass looked just a little bit rosy.
Not that that was a bad thing. In fact, it looked extremely inviting. He considered slapping it to wake Cloud up, but went for a less abrupt approach.
He snapped his hair band instead of going through the motions of unraveling it all, and with his hair free, Sephiroth sat on a vacant corner of Cloud's towel. He held the wet rope of his hair over Cloud's back, and squeezed a few cold drops on his moist, golden skin.
No reaction. Sephiroth snickered softly and wrung out more cold ocean water onto Cloud's back. This time his naked little ass perked a little, and there was a break in the pattern of his snoring.
Now that Sephiroth had his attention he twisted hair, letting a heavy stream come splashing down. The blonde jerked on the towel, and snatched the Speedo off of his head to glare at the intrusion upon his oasis.
When he saw that it was Sephiroth, he scowled. "Quit it!"
"No way," Sephiroth said with the edge of seriousness, and used both hands to wring water onto Cloud, who squirmed and rolled over. From the looks of his slightly pinkish genitals, he'd been lying out on his back already. "You're burnin' my toys, I won't be able to play with 'em tonight."
"I don't burn," Cloud remarked with a lazy stretch, and shut his MP3 player off. He wasn't even near drunk, but just careless enough to spread his legs to give Sephiroth a generous view of his situation. His legs easily lifted and his fingers lazily moved across his tight ass, and spread it open. "... See?"
Sephiroth gave a quick peek up and down the coastline. All clear, even of hotels, as the beach had been kept completely natural, unlike the overly constructed and tourist-ridden Costa Del Sol area. No people around, no voyeurs in windows, no Turk helicopters looming in distant skies…
With the very tip of his tongue, Sephiroth licked a line up from the crevice of Cloud's body, and hummed with the taste of his sweat, and a slight tingle of sunscreen on his skin. It masked Cloud's natural flavor and wasn't entirely pleasant, so he refrained from that and instead bent over Cloud to kiss his mouth.
"You're getting me all wet," Cloud complained as Sephiroth straddled his hips.
"Is there something about you I don't know?"
"Jesus, you're gross," Cloud lamented, but couldn't resist wrapping his arms around Sephiroth's cool, slippery form. The black, skintight wetsuit was as hot as leather on his boyfriend, and the little goggles on his forehead were too precious to bear. Cloud looked down and saw that the flippers had already been discarded. "How was Sephiroth's underwater mermaid adventure?"
"Beautiful," He answered with a surprising amount of earnesty.
Cloud softened beneath him and smiled. "…Good."
"I'm hungry and horny," Sephiroth said, roughly thrusting his hips a few times against Cloud just to make him squeal and giggle. "Let's go back to the room."
Cloud hugged Sephiroth with his entire body before squirming out from under him. He pulled his suit back on, narrowly missing a spank on his pink ass in the process. He then pulled on a stolen, loose pair of Cameron's jeans that he'd cut off at the knees, and a wife beater.
Sephiroth stretched like a cat before sitting up and pulling his wet, slippery diving suit off of himself. Muscles moved under skin, and soon Cloud's lover was dripping wet and standing in the sand in a pair of snug fitting swimming trunks. They were tight enough to not bunch under a wetsuit, but loose enough to at least leave just a little bit to the imagination. They clung perfectly to Sephiroth's long, sinewy frame.
Cloud pressed himself to Sephiroth's side, effectively soaking his dry clothes but he hardly cared. "You look so sexy right now."
"I do?" Sephiroth asked innocently with a quirk of his lips.
Cloud wondered if his jaw would ever stop dropping at the sight of Sephiroth smiling, stripping, fucking, coming, or doing any little random, mundane thing. The man was an angel, and possessed a kind of beauty one never got used to, or became numbed by from exposure. Sephiroth would always make Cloud's heart throb.
He couldn't answer the question without sounding like an idiot, so instead Cloud giggled, trying not to be hidden behind any stupid blush or veil of shyness. It all translated into a charming expression of coy possessiveness. "Yup. And you're all mine."
The hotel room a small affair with a tiny kitchen and a black and white television set, but the bathroom was to die for. Not many tubs were large enough to allow Sephiroth to stretch all the way out, but this one was big enough for both of them to lay together in the never ending supply of hot water.
Bubbles weren't necessary, especially since Sephiroth required so much shampoo and conditioner to keep his tresses tangle free. He worked the salt water out of his hair while Cloud lay opposite him, scrubbing the sand out from between his toes.
"Christ. I never noticed your long ass monkey toes. You could climb a tree without using your hands," Sephiroth commented, enjoying the way Cloud went red and immediately shoved his foot beneath the water's surface.
"Don't look at my feet," he said defensively.
"Is that why you wear socks all the fuckin' time? To hide your monkey toes?" Sephiroth violently felt beneath the water for either of Cloud's feet to retrieve.
Cloud screamed; every single part of his body was suddenly electrified with ticklishness. Sephiroth's strength easily overcame his defenses and his foot was pulled up out of the water. Cloud kicked wildly, but Sephiroth was in no danger of being struck.
He very seriously and thoroughly pondered Cloud's feet for several moments, which were flexing and straining to pull away, unwittingly displaying his long toes quite clearly. "Very odd. Very odd indeed."
"Sephiroth! Lemme go!" Cloud cried, practically drowning himself in order to break away.
"They're way too long. I'll shorten them for you. Okay?" Sephiroth offered in false earnesty. He opened his mouth and gently nibbled the wiggling toes, causing Cloud to scream bloody murder.
"Seph! No! Noo!" Cloud laughed and screamed until it hurt, but his boyfriend did not relent. Sephiroth gently gnawed each of Cloud's toes in turn, then the heels of his feet for good measure. Cloud's stomach was aching by the time Sephiroth spread his legs and plopped between them, causing water to splash over the side of the tub.
Cloud was out of breath and grinning up at Sephiroth. "Why are you so mean to me?"
"Because I love every inch of you to death," Sephiroth murmured, kissing Cloud's water slick cheek. "Especially your monkey toes."
"I should get to bite you somewhere," Cloud countered, raising himself up in the water and bumping his chest against Sephiroth's. "You bite me all the time! It's my turn!"
"Forget about it, I don't like that biting shit," Sephiroth dismissed, moving kisses across Cloud's collarbone. "Not the other end of it, anyways. Biting you is fun because you squeak."
Cloud ignored that in favor of pressing forward, "Well I think you owe me one, anyways! Just one bite… maybe four seconds long."
"Fine," Sephiroth sighed, and tilted his head to display his neck.
"Not there," Cloud grinned. "Get up on your knees."
Sephiroth blinked and hesitated just a moment. But curiosity won out over better judgment, and he slowly moved up to his knees in the water. Was Cloud going to bite his balls or something?
"Turn around," Cloud requested.
Sephiroth slowly obeyed, keeping a keen eye over his shoulder on Cloud for any sudden moves. He trusted his lover but was still on edge with the notion of being bitten.
"Close your eyes," Cloud suggested, taking water in his hands to wipe the shampoo bubbles off of Sephiroth's round, muscular ass.
In a show of his casual aloofness, Sephiroth closed his eyes. But his fingers gripped the side of the bathtub, waiting for—
It was a good thing that the hotel was so small, remote and vacant, or it was likely that the local police would have been called right away from the sound of Sephiroth's guttural shriek of surprise.
Nobody but Cloud and a couple of tropical birds on their balcony were around to hear Sephiroth wail, "YOU BIT MY FUCKIN' ASS!"
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Before the first shrieking note could pierce the silence, Cloud's hand shot out and slapped the snooze button. Every morning before the alarm went off, the clock made a series of barely audible clicking noises. His brain had trained itself to shoot awake at the telltale sound—anything at all to stop the morning cluster fuck of radio noise from jarring him into a panic. He released an agonized groan against his pillow, hating school, hating mornings, hating Shin-Ra, hating everything!
How was he to be expected to return to school after he'd had such a lovely summer vacation? There was a deep tan settled on his skin, and his hair had been blasted bright blonde by the sunshine,. and The only parts of him that were still creamy white were places that the feeling of Sephiroth's touch still lingered.
But now? Now he was waking up chilly and alone on his springy, cheap dorm mattress. The odors of Cameron's dirty laundry and Psycho's butthole wafted across the room. Instead of kissing Sephiroth all day, he had to run until he spat blood, lift ridiculously heavy items until his muscles burned, and stuff more military knowledge into his brain.
Being a Cadet sucked!
He would have given anything for just one more day of vacation to wake up next to his beloved, and to taste those delicious, salty, heavy –tasting, first-thing-in-the-morning kisses. Cloud's shifted his hips shifted against his springy mattress, adding to his morning frustration. He realized these were his sexually desperate teenage years, but he was still a victim to his own body's demands.
He reached between himself and the bed, squeezing himself to ease the ache, and giving his cock a heavy tug in an attempt to mimic Sephiroth's touch.
"Kindly remove your filthy hands from me!" His penis cried in outrage.
Cloud released himself with a huff. His body had been spoiled by Sephiroth's attentions, and it never seemed to get enough. His long fingers, his wet tongue, his soft lips and big teeth... Cloud let out a huff of frustration.
It wasn't only the spectacular sex he craved. Over the course of their vacation together, the things Sephiroth would do and say, or perhaps even just a particularly devilish smile, would physically pain Cloud. Every day, often several times and day, Sephiroth's charm would steal Cloud's heart and render him speechless.
"I'm so in love with you," Cloud had told him the previous morning with a tremoring pant in his voice. As it would be the final day of vacation, they'd woken up to express themselves physically, and their legs were still tangled as they lay side by side.
"Awesome," Sephiroth had drawled with a relaxed grin without opening his eyes, a thin layer of dewy sweat highlighting his cheekbones and the subtle dimples in his cheeks. Cloud remembered staring for a long while, frozen in place by Sephiroth's beauty and his charmingly glib response.
Once he could move, Cloud clamored on top of his man and kissed him with an abandon that came off as comical, but reached out from a very real place inside. Sephiroth laughed into the kiss and returned it, taking two handfuls of Cloud's ass.
He had moaned against Sephiroth's mouth, "... Are you in the mood for me?... Inside you?..."
Sephiroth turned away from the kiss with an intimate chuckle. "Gimme a few minutes."
"Can't you recover like... midway? Like I could start fucking you now..." Cloud suggested, pressing his arousal against Sephiroth's stomach. "And you'll catch up, yeah?"
The persistence might have come off as demanding or even annoying, but Cloud's coaxing smile and the evidence of how his utterly insatiability he was were one of the things that Sephiroth loved about him. He liked that Cloud was addicted to his touch, and would have been a liar if he said that Cloud's devotion didn't make him a little bit smug. It was only a negative thing when it resulted in tears due to a separation.
Separation. Remembering that three month long heartache made Sephiroth want to give Cloud anything he wanted - more so than usual. He smiled and kissed Cloud's nose, "Let me eat somethin' real quick. A minute ago when I came, I don't even think anythin' came out but debris. You fuckin' used me up this past week."
Cloud laughed wildly, "Are you telling me I finally depleted all of your reserves?"
"You proud of yourself?"
"No, I'm devastated! We need to get some fluids in you, quick!" Cloud giggled, and quickly got off the bed.
"Okay. And for the record, I am in the mood for you... Inside me..." Sephiroth mimicked Cloud's shy delivery with a wide smile.
"Hurry up and recover, then..." Cloud grinned down at him with a bright flush lighting his cheeks. He jogged to the kitchen to retrieve a half full carton of orange juice and some store bought muffins. They had a little breakfast in bed, sharing the juice and munching in a companionable silence. Only when Cloud began to eat did he realize how hungry he was, and he polished off three of the muffins ravenously.
Once he'd had his fill, Sephiroth watched Cloud eat. He brushed a piece of hair away from Cloud's lips, and then became interested in the yellow mess. He twisted the longest strand and tickled it against Cloud's jaw, "...You ready to go back to real life tomorrow?"
"NO," Cloud said through his food. "I wish vacation would last forever."
"Who needs vacation? I love work. And I love you. I'm happy all the time," Sephiroth's fingers meandered through Cloud's mussed hair, lazily arranging the chaotic vertical spikes into neater rows. "Besides, it's never really gonna change. We'll never be the nine-to-five, see-ya-at-dinner kind of people."
"I know I keep saying it..." Cloud gently argued, wiping his mouth with a tissue before balling it up and stuffing it into the now empty juice carton. "I just wanna be with you all the time. I know it's stupid."
"Then stop sayin' it already."
"Hey, we don't have such a bad relationship if my only complaint is that I never get enough of you. Right?"
"Your only complaint?" Sephiroth huffed doubtfully.
"Well, my main complaint," Cloud gave him a cheeky grin and swung a leg over Sephiroth's hips. From his vantage point he admired the sight of his lover trapped under him. "I guess I won't be satisfied unless I become a full blown stalker."
"Stalk me all you want," Sephiroth encouraged, running his fingers over Cloud's thighs. "But even when we're livin' together it's not like I'm gonna be home every mornin' or night. You won't be either, you'll be doin' your own thing. It's just how it is in Shin-Ra–What?"
Sephiroth trailed off when Cloud took his hands and squeezed, drawing his green eyes away from his body and to his face. "... Do you really want to live together when I'm out of school?"
With his entire field of vision stolen by a nude, heaven- sent blonde angel with the most gorgeous blue eyes he'd ever seen, Sephiroth's decision was instantaneous, "Why wait 'til then? Junior SOLDIERs can live off campus. That's a twenty minute commute every mornin' to school, though. That'll be a pain in the ass."
Cloud's eyes widened, "So next year if I'm a Junior SOLDIER... You would let me move in here with you? Really?"
"My home is your home. You know that."
Cloud held Sephiroth's hands tightly, "... Do you actually think it could work out?"
"Why not?"
"It's so serious!" Cloud cried, his face turning cherry red. "Moving in together? Do you realize this is like you... asking me to marry you?"
Sephiroth's nose wrinkled slightly and he pulled his hands back, "Jesus, Cloud. Why do you always bring that marriage shit up?"
"Because it's true!"
"No it isn't. That's the kind of overblown, romanticized crap that breaks people apart in the end. This is reality, and it's about me likin' you and you likin' me and us bein' roommates who like to fuck. That's what's real. There's no such thing as marriage or the word '"love'," that's all imaginary bullshit."
Cloud shrank back a little, and twisted his lips to the side.
"... But you know I do love you, right?" Sephiroth reminded him, backtracking like crazy. He realized his words might have come out harshly, which couldn't have been farther from the intent. "I love you so hard it just... Makes me sick that I have to use a word like 'love' to describe it to you. Do you understand?"
Cloud shrugged a shoulder.
Sephiroth frowned. "Did I suck all the life out of you?"
Cloud nodded.
"I'll put it back," Sephiroth declared and sat up suddenly. He wrapped both arms around Cloud and kissed his mouth until the tiny pout disappeared and was replaced with a smile. "It'll be great, livin' together. When I graduated and left the med labs, I wanted to be by all by myself. Live alone and make my own place, ya know? So I got this big ass loft and I still don't even know what to do with it. There are unfinished rooms you've never even been in, and they can be all yours. You can have your own bathroom. You can have two if you want. You can have your own fuckin' record playin' lounge if you want. I mean... If you want space, I got space. So come and take up some of this space, okay?"
Cloud knew Sephiroth was rambling to squash any potential bad feelings, but still wanted to milk the situation a little. "It's not like it has to be set in stone right now... I mean at least think about it... Your feelings might change in a year, right? If there's no such thing as love... You might find someone else."
"You're a shithead," Sephiroth informed him. Then after a brief moment of contemplation and a small smile at whatever he saw behind his eyes, he continued, "... Besides, I already have thought a lot about it, and I want you here. It'll be fun comin' home and findin' you around the place."
"You sure are sweet when you think I'm mad..." Cloud grinned.
"Whatever shuts you up the quickest," Sephiroth chuckled with a kiss to each of Cloud's cheek, and then his lips. "But really. I'm not askin' you to live with me because it's what I think you want. It's what I want."
"I know," Cloud told him, stretching his arms up above his head with a deep yawn. Unwittingly, he was putting everything he had on blatant display. "... So what do you wanna do today?"
Sephiroth's eyes lidded slightly. "... I thought you were all gung- ho to fuck me."
"I thought you were old, and needed time to recover!" Cloud cried, squealing as he was flipped onto his back.
"Nah," Was all he said before he began to kiss his way down Cloud's torso.
One more year and I'll be living with him... Cloud thought, and made two fists in his sheets, so in love he felt like he'd explode. Jesus God almighty savior! Cloud desperately wanted Sephiroth right then, and prayed hard against his pillow for the ability to time travel back to that moment with Sephiroth's mouth sliding over his thighs...
Cloud then opened his eyes, staring at Cam as he made use of the snooze time. This romantic longing could hinder his progress if he didn't shake it off quickly. SOLDIER wasn't about domestication, and the privilege of living with Sephiroth during his final year of school wasn't enough of a goal to propel Cloud towards success.
He could drop out of school, turn his back on the army and move in with Sephiroth that very night. Done and done. But Cloud knew he'd never be happy like that,; shacking up at his successful boyfriend's place while working some pointless job to pass the time. Sephiroth wouldn't be proud of him, and neither would his mother, or his friends.
And every day at school, —whether he was knocking a bigger boy onto his ass, or experiencing the thrill of getting to hold or fire an actual weapon, or seeing evidence of himself his mind and body changing in mind and body due to the army's influence... —Cloud knew this was where he was meant to be.
Hopeless romantics and sex addicts made legendary warriors, after all. There was the entire Trojan War fought for the love of Helen, there was the studly Marc Anthony and foxy Cleopatra, there was Sir Lancelot and Lady Guinevere's illicit affair, and more recently and less fictionally, Sephiroth himself. The man was certainly going down in history as a war machine, but he could also be the most gentle, nourishing person that ever existed.
The alarm suddenly blasted to life, and personalities from a local Midgarian morning show enthusiastically filled the silence. Even though he was already awake, the noise made him lurch. He turned it off just in time to hear Cameron lament, "Why tha fuck did we join dis army?"
Under most circumstances he would have laughed, but instead Cloud moaned against the pillow. "I dunno."
At least there was the second-year greeting was first thing that morning, which involved sitting instead of running. That thought was enough to rouse both of them from bed. Cam went about putting food in Psycho's bowl, while Cloud opened the window to let some late summer breeze into the small room, and the stench of dirty socks out. They were well accustomed to seeing each other in varying degrees of nudity and arousal by now, and felt no shame in shirking off their sleep pants and pulling on their uniforms in front of each other.
They both made their way into the bathroom to take turns brushing their teeth. While Cloud bent over the sink to brush, Cam frowned into the mirror. His father had forced him to cut his hair over his summer vacation, and while it was far from buzzed, it was too short for his liking. Cloud secretly thought that Cam's hair always seemed dirty when it was long and looked far better short, but kept this opinion to himself.
While trying to make sense of his new style, Cam spoke, "So let's go over da plan for dis year again."
"Extra weight training, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights," Cloud supplied after he spat out toothpaste residue.
"And sword practice Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday nights," Cam added.
Cloud nodded, "Study groups on Thursdays after sword practice, since tests are always on Fridays."
"And I wanna see you eatin' twenty-four fuckin' seven. If you're not sleepin' or talkin' you need to be eatin'. You's are still twenty pounds under the minimum weight. You outta be at least ten pounds over."
Cloud scowled as he rinsed his mouth. When it was clear he elbowed Cam, "And you need to work on your stamina. You're getting so fucking fat you can't move for too long without getting winded."
"Your mom knows all about my stamina, bitch," Cam defended, still playing with his new haircut in the mirror. He turned away and flexed obscenely. "And this isn't fat. Feel!"
"I know you have a crush on me, but I'm not squeezing any part of you," Cloud pivoted himself away to make room for Cam to get to the sink.
"Feel my guns!" Cam cried.
"I don't want to!"
Cam manhandled Cloud and put one of his slim hands on his bicep. "Feel dat shit? It's like I'm a fuckin' robot from da future!"
"It's just fat. Seph's are harder," Cloud thrust his nose into the air and left the bathroom.
Cam's laughter followed him out. Cloud grinned, unable to stay miffed at his roommate for long. "Alright so you'll work on endurance, and I'll eat the cafeteria out of house and home. And maybe we'll stand a chance at being accepted into the SOLDIER exams."
"Oh, we'll get in," Cam declared confidently before beginning to brush his teeth. Then through toothpaste he called, "If not, you'll blow your boyfriend an' get us in."
"If only it was that easy," Cloud sighed.
"You tellin' me you's aren't countin' on a little help from him?"
Cloud shook his head. "If anything, he'll make it harder. Some nonsense about ethics and integrity. The nerve!"
"Well shit," Cam plopped down on his mattress to lace his boots. Psycho was still snoozing on the bed and moaned in aggravation, and was still snoozing on the bed. The once tiny kitten was now the size of an average dog. Cam rustled his fur., "Enjoy sleepin' in while ya can, asshole. You's are gonna start fire trainin' soon enough."
"Fuck off," Psycho grumbled and flopped onto his other side.
Cloud reached over and scratched the cat's ears, and there was a barely audible purr. "You wanna go for a walk before we leave?"
Instead of responding in his usual excitement at the suggestion of a walk, Psycho shook his head. "Too sleepy..."
The cat was quickly becoming a grumpier teenager than both Cam and Cloud combined. He felt both proud and slightly rejected by Psycho's new indignation, but Cloud supposed it was how all parents felt when their children were coming of age.
Cam seemed oblivious to the attitude change, and grinned as he gave the cat a squeeze. "My widdle baby is gettin' so fuckin' big! He must be gettin' frustrated too, check out his balls! They're gettin' huge!"
Cam then attempted to manhandle Psychopath so that he could proudly display the cat's developing genitalia. With a howl of humiliation, Psycho puffed a tiny fireball in Cam' face, who then dropped him with a yelp.
"Don't talk about my balls! Fuckin' pervert!" Psycho shouted before he slithered under Cam's mattress. Although he was bigger, he still had the feline ability to wiggle himself into improbably small spaces.
Cam gave a bug eyed shrug after the cat disappeared. "Maybe I shoulda got his furry ass fixed?"
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
To Cloud's bemusement, the Shin-Ra Military Academy campus was crawling with fresh meat. The new Cadets were wandering around looking small and insecure, often in tight groups led by SOLDIERs that had once again been roped into Big Brother duty. Even though some were bigger than him, Cloud couldn't help but walk a little taller. It felt good to finally be on the inside looking out, for once.
Skylar was quick to spot Cloud and Cameron, and exchanged happy and quick greetings with them. Johnny the stoner boy then caught up with them, who was followed by Cory. Skylar's tolerably gay buddy Mike then found them, and they formed a happy little group forged by alcoholism.
The new second year class herded into the auditorium and took their seats. Cloud scanned the stage and saw a few of the more prominent drill instructors seated there, as well as a few SOLDIERs,. There was also the Headmaster, the Superintendent, and what looked like a medical professional from the labs.
Once everyone was seated and relatively quiet, a young man opened the orientation. Cloud eyed him with curiosity, and was sure he'd seen him floating around HQ, and he might have even been at Rhonda's baby party. The man had dirty blonde hair and luminous gray eyes, and looked like a typical shy nerd that had blossomed into a mildly attractive adult -— with a little help from mako. He seemed a little awkward speaking into a microphone, and fumbled around nervously before clearing his throat.
"Good morning Cadets! My name is Kunsel Stormgaard. I'm a SOLDIER Second Class. I'm your new Second Year Coordinator, and I'm here to help you prepare for the SOLDIER exams. We'll be seeing a lot of each other this year, especially with this small class size. Hopefully I'll get some one on one time with each of you..." He seemed to paused, and seemed to be waiting for some sort of applause or reaction from the group. After an awkward beat of silence, Kunsel gave a weak laugh and continued.
"Well I... uh, I won't keep you long from your studies, but I am going to take the time to ensure that this class is on the same page as far as expectations from the SOLDIER program. As you all know, the first week in August is the SOLDIER exam for second year students. I can assure you that this small class size will not increase anyone's chances of being accepted."
The exams were no joke –— guys sometimes died by the middle of the year. They dropped dead from exhaustion, poisoned from mako poisoning, steroid overdoses, or overexposure., Some committed suicide from the stress, or and others were even victims of murdered from other jealousy other candidates who snapped under the pressure and jealousy.… Cloud's hands shook and twisted nervously on his lap as Kunsel spoke of what they had to be accomplished this year to even be accepted as an exam hopeful.
"There are certain physical requirements that you're already aware of. The most basic being height and weight," Kunsel told them. The boys had to be at least 5'5" and weigh 150 pounds, and a few eyes actually flicked to in Cloud's direction, who was by far the smallest in the class. "There are several Cadets who are still gaining the necessary weight, but the entire group has cleared minimum height."
"Yeah right," Some unknown and rather paltry looking redhead said from across the aisle. "I'm sure General Sephiroth has something to do with that."
"I'm 5'5 and a half," Cloud whispered at him. "It's not like Sephiroth could make me grow taller, dumbass."
"Your stupid hair doesn't count toward your height," The redhead shot back.
Cloud was taken aback by the rudeness, and then became heated, "I'm 5'"5'" and a half. You wanna measure me yourself?"
The redheaded boy nudged his companion who was also glaring at Cloud. "I wouldn't wanna mess up your cute hairdo."
Cloud felt a surge of rage and leaned halfway across the aisle, "You're right, my hair is totally cute. But I'd be perfectly willing to mess it up if you wanna fucking test me."
By this time the redhead and several of his friends were whispering back heated threats.
"Better shut your mouth, Bone City faggot, before I beat you into the ground," One of the redhead's friends muttered darkly.
Cam leaned over Cloud to interject, leaning on him heavily. His naturally loud voice easily overlapping the others', "You's guys got me all confused an' flustered. Who ya talkin' to? You's couldn't be disrespectin' my Nordic bitch, I musta heard ya wrong."
"We don't need you faggots spreading AIDS in our army," Another boy from across the aisle announced, and those words ignited Cloud's friends. And by this time even more boys were feeding off the aggression and adding their own fuel to the fire. Even Johnny, who was normally so illegally medicated and relaxed, seemed to get into it.
Cloud wasn't listening to anyone else, he was too busy focusing on the redhead who dared cause trouble on this momentous day, "I'm gonna destroy you! I'm gonna rip your hair out! Your dumbass looking boyfriend over there won't wanna sit on your ugly fucking face after I fucking bust it open— - "
"You probably just wanna touch me!" The redhead chuckled.
"Meet us outside!" Cam was hissing shrilly at them. "Fuckin' meet us outside! We're gonna fuckin bury your asses outside! This is MY bitch! You don't disrespect MY bitch -—"
"Excuse me gentlemen.." To everyone's horror, their mini altercation was now the center of attention. Kunsel, the faculty, and everyone else in the auditorium was looking directly at them. "... Am I interrupting something important back there?"
Cloud, Cameron, and the other boys shrunk in on themselves and shook their heads. Cloud was disheartened because he knew his hair and face were unforgettable, and this was a bad impression to give Kunsel, someone who might have a hand in his very fate as a SOLDIER.
Kunsel only seemed mildly bemused by the interruption, "If you want to fight, do it on class time. Stupid to get written up for something you could just get a good grade for. Right?"
They all nodded.
"As I was saying, the minimum requirements for SOLDIER consideration are not to be seen as a goal. Your goal should be perfection, and the minimum requirement should be far beneath your actual achievements by the end of this year."
They had to maintain a 'B' average in academics, and be involved in at least one extracurricular activity. They had to have 300 logged hours of hands-on training in one specialized weapon area, be it blade, bow, or automatic. They had to locate and level up no less than three pieces of materia, one of which must be summonable, and exhibit exceptional skill in using them during real time battle.
And all of this was just to be able to take the exam. There was still the exam itself...
Cloud chewed on his thumb nail nervously. His grades were good, and he'd work hard to keep it that way, and he was pretty sure drumming was extracurricular. 300 logged hours of weapon training over the course of a year was nothing -— he'd have that for sure, and he knew he wanted to carry a sword because it was the quickest and lightest. He didn't want to worry about the hassle of ammunition.
The materia part would be tricky. Magic was something some people just weren't good at. And Cloud knew it was too much to hope for a hidden talent, because he already had two : Banging drums and sucking cock. Magic was probably going to be the biggest challenge of the year.
Cloud began to panic. Even though he'd passed the first year with flying colors, it felt as though he'd skated through based on cute looks and a good attitude. Surely they were grading him on a curve based on his size… Surely he couldn't actually belong here… There was no way he could ever stand as a professional equal to Sephiroth. There was no way that he would ever be accepted by SOLDIER in less than twelve months...
No, they'd never let him take the exam.
His friends would proceed without him! He'd never get invited to all the exclusive Junior SOLDIER parties! Then he'd have to languish during his Third Year training as a regular army grunt, and then maybe try again the next summer. But that would permanently stunt his career without Junior SOLDIER experience; he'd be way behind his friends.
Sephiroth would suffer the professional and moral shame of dating an underachieving loser! That is, until he found a suitable replacement... Some funny, good- natured SOLDIER trendy enough not to care about the word "'love"' so much, and who would be able to give actual opinions on stupid horror movie special effects, someone financially secure and tall and handsome and brave. Someone who would be able to make love to Sephiroth like a man...
Oh, Cloud hated whoever was going to date Sephiroth next! He hated that he was going to eventually lose everything and everyone he loved! The goddamn Universe had set him up to fail! Life was so cruel!
"That's basically the gist of things," Kunsel smiled, obviously content in the enviable knowledge that he was a SOLDIER, supreme to every other creature on Earth.
"Next Monday we're all going to be taking a field trip to the HQ building for your first big-boy medical evaluations. There'll be paperwork passed out in your first academic class this morning detailing what to expect. So I'll see you guys then! And I want to encourage you all to really push yourselves out of whatever boxes you've put yourselves in last year. There are tons of activities, clubs, and sports here on campus and you've gotta try everything to find your forte. And next up speaking are three people who know a lot about the importance of the second year of Cadet training: - General Hewley, General Rhapsodos, and General Sephiroth."
Cloud shot straight up in his chair. Like an angel, Sephiroth glided onto the stage with that beautiful, graceful strut. He was overlapped by the other two, but who cared about them? Sephiroth stopped and to Cloud's surprise, gave Kunsel an intimate bro grab. It was highly unusual for Sephiroth, who usually tried to look so poised on stage. Both Genesis and Angeal also greeted Kunsel with respect and affection before gathering around the podium.
Cloud watched as Sephiroth scanned the room, allowing the brief murmur that had traveled across the room to die down. He wondered if Sephiroth was trying to spot him, and sat up in his seat even taller. From the corner of his eye he couldn't help but notice ugly glances from the pack of barkers across the aisle.
If he was going to lose Sephiroth to someone, they were going to be wonderful and capable, and not one of those jealous bitches.
Sephiroth spoke first, "The last time I addressed this group, I told you all that I had nothing at all to say until I could see what you are capable of," Sephiroth's eyes moved across the rows, looking at each of the boys in turn.
"Last year we had just under one hundred new Cadets, and now this group has been whittled down to eighty. You boys have been working, and I see a little bit of proof of that. You've earned the right be here as hopefuls to the SOLDIER program. A few of you might even be approached by the Turk recruiters throughout the year and decide to go in that direction. There's a lot of opportunity for all of you right now -—" Sephiroth's eyes finally reached Cloud, and lingered just a moment. "—and I want to see you making the best of it."
Genesis bumped his hip against Sephiroth's, neatly moving him away from the microphone. "So we're here to make an announcement. In light of some very recent media changes regarding the Academy and the SOLDIER program... General Sephiroth, General Hewley, and I will all be hosting weekend training seminars throughout the year.
"Due to the Northern Crater conflict last year, all of our seminars were taken over by highly qualified SOLDIERs, so you didn't have the opportunity to learn from us directly.
"This year will be much different! There will be several chances for you to spend the weekend with each General, and with this small class size, getting a spot shouldn't be a problem.
"Weekend seminars are seen as extracurricular, and looked upon very favorably upon by your exam graders. And when you attend a weekend seminar with a General... you're always given the following Monday off."
There was a brief outburst of joy from the Cadets.
Angeal didn't let it last long though., "Bear in mind that that Monday off will be completely necessary for recovery."
That effectively snuffed out the excitement in the room. Sephiroth almost smiled, "Now your Headmaster would like to say a few words to you."
With that, the three Generals took three empty seats that were hastily placed there by a stage hand. Angeal whispered something to Sephiroth, who crossed his arms and seemed to pass along the message to Genesis, who openly grinned at whatever was said.
The Headmaster began talking with his suffocating brand of haughty, condescending bravado, "Shin-Ra is the largest army in the history of formal battle. It is the largest army in the world because it attracts people with character. However, there are not many people with character in the world."
Cloud rolled his eyes. He hated listening to the Headmaster's speeches, the man was a second rate bullshitter. Cloud's fingertips itched for his phone, and he gave into temptation and dared to send a text to Sephiroth.
"That was pretty tricksy, u coming out of nowhere like that."
To Cloud's surprise, Sephiroth took his phone out while on the stage. He watched Sephiroth read the text, looking so official as he somberly tapped a reply with his thumbs. Nobody on the face of the Earth would have suspected it was Cloud Strife he was texting, and that this was the content of the message : This is bullshit Im not even sposed to b here ANGEAL WAS but got a sore throat n cant talk. Then Gen felt left out so he followed us here.
Cloud giggled, and texted back, Might be bullshit for u, but it made my day. Sexy man, ur a sight for sore eyes!
U just saw me yesterday, Sephiroth pointed out.
Too long ago! Ugh the headmaster is a terrible speaker. He takes all these awkward pauses.
I dont have a clue what hes talkin about. He was only sposed to be tellin u guys about the new winter dress code.
All stress forgotten, Cloud texted back feverishly, New winter dress code?
U get a scarf, no big whoop, Sephiroth replied.
It was a very big whoop! Cloud grinned, unable to wait to get his hands on a new piece of his uniform. Even though it was obviously the most fabulous cadet uniform ever, it got old wearing the same exact thing day in, day out. A new accessory was big news -— but a scarf? There were a dozen ways one could wear a scarf. And it would also be perfect to lasso Sephiroth with for kisses.
Maybe the Second Year wouldn't be so bad. It was the small things in life, after all.
Cloud texted back, So whats ur day gonna b like?
Again, General Sephiroth read his message with a solemn, serious face and gave a very official response : I have n office next door n the admin building. Want some easy extra credit? Itll only take a minute...
I would jump on u right now if I didn't have classes today, Cloud replied.
Ugh, I have a bizz trip to get briefed for anyways..… guess vacay's really over : (
Think u'll have the weekend clear? Cloud texted hopefully.
Sorry bb... promotion season is here. u know I'm gonna b gone a lot next month or two... Sephiroth actually looked in Cloud's direction then. He was expressionless, but the eye contact made Cloud's cheeks go warm.
He broke the eye contact only to quickly type, I know, its ok. I'll miss u! And I love u... : )
See u soon gorgeous. Keep it wet for me, Was was Sephiroth's reply, and then he tucked his phone back into his coat and straightened his back, all business.
With a snort, Cloud sent one more for him to read later : Yaknow, I still love u even tho ur too cool to text it back to me FUCKER! You better e-mail some pics of ur cock to make it up to me. Nice, stiff, LEAKY ones! And wear ur gloves w/out the knuckles.
He chuckled and slid his phone back into his pocket. He turned to glance at Cam, whose big brown eyes were glazing over. The Headmaster was still talking, and wasn't running out of steam anytime soon.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Cloud didn't see Sephiroth again in person for six weeks. They texted almost daily, but spoke on the phone less frequently than they normally would during a separation. Sephiroth was swamped with the promotional season, and also with various PR due to his explosive interview with Rolling Stone. And frankly, Cloud was too distracted by his hectic schedule to really miss his beloved all that much. It was an odd feeling, and he wondered if he should be guilty.
His classes consisted of the ever present RUN first thing in the morning, and the even more ominous SURVIVE following that. Every morning the boys would be tested on some sort of hellish, simulated worst- case scenario. Cloud had been theoretically killed almost every morning since school began, but learned that man- eating sharks couldn't be put to sleep by rubbing their bellies. He was well beyond feeling embarrassed over his mistakes, and was able to laugh when the drill instructor took the blow-up shark raft from the pool and beat him with it.
Following a brief shower, Cloud dressed up for his four academic classes. They consisted of a frustrating brand of Calculus class in which they crunched actual numbers for the Shin-Ra space program;, the a painfully boring Military Management class in which they learned about the different directions their careers could go;, a college -level reading class;, and a somewhat entertaining class called Weapons Profiling class in which they learned how to take apart and use nearly any automatic weapon based on a few fundamental designs.
After that, Cloud dressed down again for three solid hours of SOLDIER Sword Preparation 1, followed by a friendly hour of Soccer -— the only thing he was actually any good at. Then he'd head back to the room to meet up with Cameron for whatever tortures they wanted to put themselves through that evening: - studying, gym time, or even more sword practice. Then it was another shower, perhaps a chat with Sephiroth and/or a quick wank, and then off to bed to do it all over again.
In the midst of all this, Cloud consumed food like a man on death row. He ate protein bars,; he ate bananas;, he ate bread;, he ate meat, cookies, vegetables, pasta, or whatever mysterious concoctions the cafeteria had mixed up that day. And while he ate everything in sight, he downed dietary shakes like they were water. With so much physical activity it was inevitable that he threw up almost daily, but he'd simply wipe his mouth and keep on eating. He never shat so much in his entire life, almost every night he was forced to give birth to a food baby.
He was somewhat relieved Sephiroth wasn't around. There was nothing sexy about food babies. But he had to gain the weight, and a little physical discomfort was worth it to him, and Sephiroth was entirely supportive.
"I feel so bloated," Cloud whined into the phone one evening. "You were skinny as a kid, weren't you? How'd you gain weight?"
"Bonbons."
"Candy?" Cloud asked doubtfully. "I don't wanna eat junk and get flabby. I'm trying build muscle, here."
"Who do ya think you're talkin' to?" Sephiroth asked, thoroughly reminding Cloud that he was one of the most chiseled, sexy, well- built men in the galaxy. "Eat a big handful of bonbons before you go to bed every night."
And so Cloud did, as sickening as it was. A week after he'd been taking Sephiroth's advice, he received an unexpected crate from Wutai. Sephiroth had sent him boxes upon boxes of bonbons in dozens of strange flavors that Cloud had never even heard of. It made his nightly bonbon tasting an adventure instead of a chore. Along with the candies, Sephiroth had also sent him a bottle of exotic Wutainese vitamins which he claimed would flush any junk that might clog his system from eating so much. Cloud couldn't even read the label, but trusted Sephiroth enough to take them.
Suddenly, painful food babies were no longer an issue and Cloud stopped feeling so bloated and sluggish. Sephiroth was a miracle worker! With his beloved's help and Cloud's other combined efforts, he'd managed to gain three pounds in seven weeks. It was good progress!
Sephiroth claimed that he'd never show Cloud any sort of special treatment, but that wasn't necessarily true. On the class trip to the medical labs for their first evaluations, Cloud had coincidentally been scheduled to have Rhonda conduct his physical. He was both grateful and petrified, as getting ass- naked was a requirement.
But he obeyed Rhonda's every command, and in return she kept it simple and professional. It was awfully weird having small lady fingers in his ass, but he supposed it was a blessing that they felt nothing like Sephiroth's fingers and couldn't possibly be mistaken for anything remotely sexual. His entire body emitted a wave of question marks that caused him to wiggle a little during the prostate exam, but thankfully he didn't get an erection or anything.
Along with a thorough physical, Cloud had his vaccinations updated. He also had his eyes, ears, teeth, blood, and urine tested.
"You are one healthy little mother fucker," Rhonda announced thoughtfully as she looked through a microscope at Cloud's saliva samples. "Perfect blood, perfect system. You don't even have any cavities. You're an excellent biological candidate for SOLDIER."
Cloud gasped, "Really! So what does that mean exactly?"
"You passed the first round."
"What's the next round?"
"Mako tolerance, but that'll come in the spring."
Cloud leaned forward with intrigue, "I learned in Mako Science that some people can't handle it."
"Some get sick. And other people handle it a little too well. It can be highly addictive. If you turn into a complete psycho after your first exposure, you aren't going to be a good SOLDIER. They get quite a bit, and often."
Cloud was dazzled, "Do people really freak out? Like Charlie Sheen caliber freak out?"
Rhonda snorted, "Not often, but it happens. And when it happens, it's bad."
"Please just give me some mako right now! I wanna see if I can take it!" Cloud begged. "I can't live in suspense!"
"No," Rhonda pointed her pen at him seriously. "Not a drop until spring. You aren't even at the right weight, yet."
"Just a little bit! I mean a little can't hurt! Just sprinkle some on me!" Cloud clasped his hands and shook them, giving her the sweetest, most doe- eyed expression he could muster. "You gotta have some mako lying around in here somewhere..."
"Mako is toxic without the proper pre-dosage procedures," Rhonda told him, unaffected by his manufactured cuteness.
"I like toxins!"
"Put your clothes back on."
Sephiroth's Rolling Stone release in late September was a momentous occasion. Even though he'd read the magazine cover to cover already, Cloud couldn't resist purchasing one off the stands, only because Sephiroth looked so fucking sexy. He also bought issues to complete the set with Genesis's and Angeal's covers. Angeal was posing waist deep in mud, was filthy and shirtless and hairy and chiseled and huge and... oh dear. Cloud knew there would come a day when he called upon Angeal for spank bank purposes, and that day would be an awkward one. He supposed on that dark day, he'd have to start hanging out at biker bars looking for bears or something.
Genesis wasn't about to be outdone by either Sephiroth or Angeal. He was practically naked and showering himself with bottled water. It would have been pornographic if he didn't have some fake prosthetic wound slashed across his chest. But due to the frankness of the gore juxtaposed with the provocative look on Genesis' face, his cover almost outsold Sephiroth's. None of the Generals's posters could be kept in stock in any store.
For some strictly heterosexual reason, Cameron began to idolize Genesis. He even fought to purchase one of the redhead's notorious posters, and one afternoon it was dueling Sephiroth's poster for wall space.
"You know he's a huge faggot don't you?" Cloud asked, taken aback by Genesis' image hanging over Cameron's bed.
"You're a huge faggot too, an' I like you's just fine," Cameron shot back. "Besides, Genesis is a fuckin' hero. And he likes Jane Austin, too. And he's got tha balls to be himself in da eye of tha public, unlike tha fuckin' ice queen you're datin'."
Cloud bellowed, "You were speechless when he walked in here! Don't even act like you don't worship Sephiroth when he's standing in front of you!"
Cameron shrugged that off, "Naw, Genesis is the best one."
"So you'd fuck Genesis over Sephiroth?" Cloud asked in complete horror.
"I wouldn't fuck either of 'em, because I respect 'em too much. And I wouldn't let 'em fuck me, because that's never fuckin' happenin'. I'd just get on my knees an' close my eyes an' think happy thoughts while they beat off. With Sephiroth... Eh, I'd let him gimme a slop shot on tha mouth. Like when he tells me he's gonna come I wouldn't turn away, but I wouldn't open up my mouth or anythin'. I'd be fuckin' cringin' the entire time. But with Genesis?... Man. I'd at least try an' swallow a little of it, just kinda put in some effort."
Cloud was giggling wildly, "What about Angeal?"
Cam shrugged. "No offense to him, he's prolly tha smartest outta all three but he looks like he'd do some weird fuckin' shit in bed... I'd prolly just talk dirty to him on a phone maybe, or like through a closed fuckin' door, but not physically be in the room when he nuts -— "
Their door was then abruptly yanked shut before a neighboring cadet shouted through it, "Would you freaking mind closing your door while you have disgusting conversations?"
They were both quiet for a moment before Cloud blinked, "... What was disgusting about it?"
To Cloud's surprise, his mention in the article was tastefully done, and didn't use his first name. It only referred to him as Cadet Strife, not that his last name wasn't any more out of place than his first name, but at least they tried. There was also a very small picture of the two of them standing near each other at the Northern Crater Debriefing Gala, and but it was only in the magazine because Rufus, Genesis, and Angeal were also in the picture. Of all the people photographed, only Rufus looked perfectly camera ready and seemed to be posing with a martini glass, leading everyone involved to believe he'd had a hand of choosing what photos Rolling Stone used.
Cloud hadn't received any sort of recognition in class, and only some mild teasing at school. Everyone already knew about their relationship anyways, and the ones who weren't convinced by the rumors weren't exactly blown away by the truth. Everyone was too focused on their own lives to really care all that much.
Except for those unfortunate souls who had no lives: the jealous little redhead and his group of wanna-be bully friends. The redhead's name was Bryce, and he and his crew always seemed to be lurking and never really doing much. They had nothing on Billy and his crew of jerks in Nibelheim, who had coined many colorful phrases concerned concerning Cloud and what he wanted to do to their cocks.
A cock, maybe. Their cocks? Vomit.
But aside from a few lingering glares, Bryce hadn't interacted with Cloud much at all. Then again, Cloud was almost never alone. On the one fateful day he did stay at Soccer class late and went into the locker room after hours, there they were. Cloud entered the room with a roll of his eyes, knowing he probably wasn't going to leave without getting a black one.
"Fraternizing with superiors isn't going to get you very far, Strife," Bryce sneered as Cloud passed by, waving a copy of Rolling Stone in his direction.
"Yeah, he probably just does whatever General Sephiroth wants like a little bitch," One of his lanky buddies laughed.
Cloud gave that a moment of consideration, and then nodded. "Basically."
Bryce took a moment to come back from the shock of that response, and snorted incredulously. "So you're completely shameless about fucking our honorable command for your own benefit?"
Cloud wondered if amazing sex, a soul deep connection, and incredible warmth was a personal benefit, and decided it probably was. "Pretty fucking shameless."
"You are filth. You don't belong here. I hope the mako kills you, you scrawny slut!" Bryce seethed.
Now that was an insult with some merit. Cloud narrowed his eyes and stepped closer. "There's something I've been wanting to say to you since we met..."
He wasn't sure if it was due to the stress, or the testosterone- laden environment of the Shin-Ra Military Academy, but Cloud lost his mind. A switch inside himself flipped on, and he found himself in the midst of a fistfight.
He probably should have thought it out better considering the fact that he was outmatched, but the others stayed back while the two rolled around on the tiled floor, all fists and elbows. Cloud tasted blood, but he saw it on Bryce's face too. He ached from the blows, but knew that the redheaded cunt felt the same way. With a grin, he seized an opportunity to bury his fingers in Bryce's short red hair and yanked with every intent to scalp him.
But then he cried out when he felt a knee connect with his groin. It was immobilizing, but Cloud tried to fight through it. He was unsuccessful.
Bryce got in two more solid hits before the fight was broken up. Cloud was enraged that it ended on such a note, with the impression that he'd lost. What the hell was up with redheads anyways? He couldn't seem to talk to one without wanting to kill them.
The two were written up, and lectured heavily on out of class fighting. Since it was Cloud's first write up, he was let off with a heavy warning. They were forced to shake hands, and then sent to the school nurse's office to get bandaged up. The nurse took a quick peek at Cloud's groin, where there was some heavy bruising developing on his lower stomach and left thigh.
She hissed when she saw the injury, "That really must hurt."
Cloud nodded, staring at the ceiling to avoid the fact that he was flashing his junk at a strange woman. "Yes ma'am."
"I'm not supposed to do this for boys who roughhouse..." was all she said before she administered a very quick Cure. "Just make sure you limp out of here, or else I'll get in trouble."
Cloud put on an Academy Award winning performance as he dragged himself back to his dorm. There, Cameron, Skylar, Johnny, Cory, and Mike declared war on Bryce and anyone he called a friend. As Johnny put it in his marijuana-fuming way, "We can't like... have some other dude kicking our dude in the crotch and stuff. Cloud's really cool. Bryce isn't cool. Bryce rhymes with 'nice'.' Except that he's not. That makes him a fucking liar."
With so much distraction, Cloud woke up one day to realize that it was already mid-October.
In just two short weeks, there was an extremely important event:... Halloween. And he and Sephiroth's one year anniversary.
An entire year... Cloud came to the realization while falling asleep one night, and shot awake from the shock of it all. He quietly got out of his squeaky bed, picked up his cell phone and crept into one of the dark, vacant study rooms. He announced his presence on a hoarse whisper to ensure there were no boys beating off or hooking up in the darkness. When he confirmed that he was probably alone, he closed the door, and sat with his back against it, and dialed Sephiroth.
To his surprise, Sephiroth picked up almost immediately. "Good morning baby."
"Good morning. What time is it there?"
"Almost seven. Just took a shower, now I'm makin' some breakfast."
"What are you wearing?"
"Just some briefs... and this hotel robe thing they gave me. It probably looks pretty stupid."
"Is it fluffy?" Cloud giggled.
"Yeah, kind of. So why are you up so early? And why on Earth are you callin' me?" Sephiroth asked, taking a bite of what sounded like cereal.
"Do you know what today is?" Cloud asked with brows raised in mock sophistication.
"Um," Sephiroth made a thoughtful noise as he took another bite. "Hmm... It's October 17th."
"So you're aware that we have less than two weeks until... Halloween?" Cloud prodded.
"Yeah. So?" He inquired casually.
"'So'? Are you kidding me?" Cloud boomed in disappointment before cupping a hand over his mouth and hoping nobody heard it. "You know damn well it's gonna be our one year anniversary!"
"Nuh uh. Not until the first of November, accordin' to you. Per Cloud, we were not official until the followin' day."
Cloud laughed, "You're full of shit, we agreed the day was gonna be set on Halloween."
"Okay, so I win an argument for once!" Sephiroth gloated. "So listen. Halloween falls on a Thursday this year."
"I know..."
"You're goin' to school," Sephiroth said sternly, and before Cloud could protest he clarified, "But come stay with me that night. And cut classes on Friday."
Cloud melted against the door, sliding down until he hit the floor. "Mmmn... That sounds wonderful."
"So you have three options... First one : We can do the classy, dressin' up, wine you and dine you kinda anniversary. Which I am perfectly happy to do -— "
"It's not often that we're classy," Cloud thought aloud.
"Second option : You shut the fuck up and let me surprise you with somethin' completely weird. Seriously. You'll never fuckin' guess what my brain came up with for you."
"...I'm a little frightened of that one."
"Third option : We celebrate the holiday, dress up and go to the annual Halloween get together. We can prolly just do some romantic shit the next day."
Cloud smiled. "How about... We go to the Halloween party. You fuck me like an animal all night. Then the next day... we do that completely random thing you thought of."
"It's a plan," Sephiroth declared, and made a noise as close to a giggle as his low vocal register would allow. "I already organized shit so I'll be back the day before Halloween, so it's on. Get a costume an' stuff in the meantime."
"What will you dress up as?"
"I'll just borrow some random uniform from HQ. I always do."
"No! That's no fun... let me pick out your costume!" Cloud squealed. "That way we can match! It can be a surprise!"
Sephiroth was prepared to argue, but realized that this was one of those topics that he had no chance of winning. So instead of wasting his energy, he accepted his fate without putting up a fight, "... That'll work. You know my sizes, right?"
"What do you think they translate to in women's?" Cloud asked innocently. "I'll probably have to custom order your stiletto heels, though. You have huge feet."
Sephiroth said nothing, but the sound of his chewing slowed down, and then eventually stopped.
Cloud sighed. "Fine, no drag. Your costume will be nice and butch, I promise."
"Appreciated," Sephiroth said before taking another bite.
Cloud sighed in contentment. He listened to his lover eat for a few moments before sighing again. "Seph... I really do miss you."
"I miss you too."
Cloud sighed a third time. "I... feel kind of guilty, though."
"Why?"
"You know that I miss you. But... on some days I forget to think about it... about how much I miss you. I wake up and look at your poster every single day, and I look at it again before I go to bed at night. Sometimes not having you hurts so much I wanna scream, but most of the time... it doesn't hurt. Looking at your poster just makes me feel..."
The pause drifted on until Sephiroth finally prompted, "Makes you feel what?"
"Just... happy I guess. It doesn't make me feel like murdering someone and skipping town to find you. It just makes me happy that you're alive and well and somewhere working hard, and busy being my hero and my general... and the best boyfriend in the world."
Sephiroth was immobilized by the sweetness of that statement. He tucked the warm, gooey feeling safely away and then straightened his back to inquire dryly. "And why does this make you feel guilty?"
"When you were at the Crater, I was a wreck for three months. It's been over half that amount of time since I've seen you but... I just feel happy."
"So you're not suicidal over me bein' away... and you're happy that we're gonna see each other real soon? That's the situation?" Sephiroth clarified.
Cloud thought about it, and then nodded. "Yeah."
"Welcome to the realm of normal human emotions," Sephiroth announced in a nasally captain's voice. "Please enjoy your stay on this side of insanity."
"You asshole. What do you even know about being 'normal' anyway?"
He joked, but inside Sephiroth's heart felt like a never ending display of fireworks were bursting inside of it. He was so relieved, and so elated that Cloud's separation anxiety was lessening. It was a tiny glimpse into the collected, witty kind of man Cloud was becoming, and it made Sephiroth that much more determined to hold on to this relationship with everything he had.
Again, Sephiroth tucked this feeling inside himself and snorted loudly, "You're the fuckin' asshole. You're prolly cryin' every night, 'Boo hoo, Sephiroth is so awesome, I wish Sephiroth were here!'"
"I don't miss you one bit!" Cloud declared. "I am extremely important in life. I have many friends, and I have many things to do at all times. I'm also getting extremely tall and buff, and soon every boy on this campus will want me to pee on them. I'll live like a sultan without you cramping my style."
"I love you, Cloud," Sephiroth told him gently. "I love you like crazy."
After letting out a gust of air, Cloud whispered, "... I love you too, Sephiroth."
"Go back to sleep. When you wake up, feel happy, and bust your ass in school. Okay?"
"Yes, sir..." Cloud grinned, biting his lip. "And I'll see you on Halloween."
"Yes you will. That's a promise."
"By the way... I did keep it wet for you."
"Huh?" Sephiroth asked, innocent and confused.
Cloud breathed into Sephiroth's ear before speaking slowly and deeply, "... I kept it wet for you. Before you left you asked me to keep it wet for you, and I did. I kept my hot little asshole wet... Isn't that what you wanted, Seph? It's wet and tight and ready for you to stuff your big f-fat c-cock ins-si-side. I'll text you later!"
Cloud hung up abruptly and bit down on his cell phone, unable to hold in a shrill squeal of humiliation. He was grateful he'd been able to hold it in long enough to get most of his words out. It probably wasn't very sexy, but he hoped perhaps Sephiroth had gotten a good, crass laugh out of his silly boyfriend's lame attempt at dirty talk.
On the contrary. Sephiroth was left standing in his hotel kitchen with his mouth hanging open, and with a very sudden tent in his fluffy hotel robe.
And the First Year Cadet who been keeping silent in the study room breathed a sigh of relief when Cloud finally left.
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A/N
1 - I guess some people thought that this story was over or something. You'll know it's over because this will be the last sentence : "AND THE WORLD EXPLODED, THE END." Hahah how mad would you be if that's how this whole thing ended? SPOILER ALERT hahaha. Seriously though.
2 - I know it takes a long time for me to update stuff, but it's hard out there for a pimp. You can't TOUCH this, though.
3 - Also, I'm working on a gift for the reviewers. Not that I need your reviews to power my robots anymore - they run on human blood, now. But because I know it takes a lot of energy to muster up a tangible opinion on something. So it's not a vain attempt at getting you to review, basically just a thank you if you ever have, or if you ever even just thought about it but felt too stupid and inarticulate to actually say anything. I feel that way all the time. Next chapter I'll have that something for you, just to thank you. SPOILER : It's just shitty art. But it's my shitty art from OUR shitty story, so it's made with love.
4 - I say OUR story because, well, this story is personal to a lot of people. A lot of people have told me that this has helped them muster courage to be more of themselves, or to go after a love interest, or even to tell their parents that they're gay. So I say it's OUR story. And in OUR story, if we want massive amounts of buttsex and a plot full of holes... by God. Who's to tell us that that's wrong?
5 - Next update coming swiftly, I promise.
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