A Whore is a Whore

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Friday nights were always the worst. Drunken revellers were bad enough; throw in a few fist-fights, vandalism of shop fronts and acts of public indecency and the force was stretched. Add to the mix a major political conference, running over the weekend and the final of a sports tournament and it was all hands on deck. That was why the force's youngest, brightest, most up-and-coming star of Midgar's Police Force found himself patrolling the streets of city like a lowly constable.

His partner, an older and slightly more seasoned detective, had been waylaid giving a dressing down to a group of under-aged drinkers, leaving Sephiroth alone on the streets. Having joined the department as a graduate, this was new territory for him although that didn't particularly worry him. Sephiroth was well equipped with a weapon and a good knowledge of martial arts.

Looking around and seeing that Angeal was still occupied, Sephiroth carried on around the corner. Leaning against the driver's side of an expensive looking car, and talking to the driver through the opened window, was what Sephiroth referred to in his head as a 'piece of scum'. The figure might have called himself an 'escort', and maybe the prospective client would call him a 'date', but underneath the fancy titles, a whore was still a whore.

Sephiroth hated whores. His mother had been little more than whore, prostituting her womb instead just fucking men for money. She'd upped and left as soon as little Sephiroth was born, leaving him in the care of his negligent, yet obsessive father. Sephiroth's ambition was to see every cock-sucking whore wiped off the face of the planet and that was why, even at the tender age of just twenty-two, he held his position. Hard work, dedication and a hatred for hookers had got him a long way.

Flicking back his long hair, Sephiroth approached the vehicle in time to catch the reflection of the driver's eyes in the rear view mirror before the car sped off.

"Thanks a lot," the whore sneered, looking Sephiroth up and down with a venomous glare. "You'd better be willing to beat the price he was offering, officer."

"Name?"

"My price? It's-"

"Your name."

"Why? Want to ask me out on a date?"

"We can either do this here or down at the station."

"I don't care where we’re doing it, as long as we are."

"You know very well that isn't what I meant."

"Oh? Then that," the whore pointed to Sephiroth's groin. "Must be your baton. And here was I thinking you were happy to see me."

Sephiroth gave him a derisory snort.

"Your kind disgusts me."

"My kind? if by 'my kind' you mean exclusive, attractive and high-class, then I shall take your disgust as a compliment."

Losing patience, Sephiroth pulled back his non-regulation long, leather coat to reveal the hilt of his definitely non-regulation katana.

"Easy there, Seph. This one's special."

Slightly disappointed by his partner's timely arrival, Sephiroth let his coat fall forward, concealing the weapon once more.

"Angeal!"

The whore's joyful squeal at the sight of Sephiroth's partner made him shudder.

"You know this filth?"

"Yeah, and we turn a blind eye to his," Angeal smirked at the whore. "Activities. Don't we, Genesis."

"For a price, Angeal. Don't forget that part."

"But a price you enjoy."

"Can't deny that."

Sephiroth listened to the exchange with growing horror. He was idealistic, but not naïve and he knew that corruption was rife in the force. That his partner would be involved - and in bribery from a prostitute, no less - turned his stomach. He had grown to trust Angeal during their partnership, and this was his payment? Accepting favours from a dirty, no doubt disease-ridden street walker? His hand jerked towards his sword, tempted to cut them both down where they stood and rid the world of their disgusting presence. Only Angeal's hand on his shoulder and a nod towards the alley behind them stopped him.

"Come on, kid. Time for a lesson in public relations."

By the time Sephiroth realised what Angeal meant, the other two had disappeared into the alley. Sephiroth followed and was met with the sight of Angeal pinning Genesis to the wall and kissing him hard. The sound of loud, sloppy kisses echoed between the walls, punctuated by groans from each of the men. He watched in dismay as Genesis pushed away from the wall and switched their positions, rocking against Angeal. They kissed like lovers; their touches and little whispers to each other were familiar, like they had done this a hundred times. They probably had, Sephiroth realised. Who knew for how long this deviance had gone on? He needed to take action. He needed to stop this shameful display, but no sooner had he taken a step forward, into the alley, than Genesis dropped to his knees in front of Angeal then turned to Sephiroth with a lustful smirk.

"Don't be shy, officer," Genesis pouted, managing sounding both arrogant and sultry. "There's enough of me to go around and I don't bite. Unless you beg me very nicely."

Without waiting for Sephiroth's response, Genesis unzipped Angeal's trousers and pulled out his already hard cock. He gave it an appraising look, then flicked his tongue out, running it over the head. Angeal's shudder was plain to see, even in the dim alley. His hips jerked forward and his cock bumped against Genesis' cheek, leaving a wet trail behind.

Sephiroth was not opposed to sharing sexual activities with his own gender. In fact, he far preferred the hard body of another man to the soft, yielding curves of a woman. He had even secretly admired Angeal's body, though he had never had the opportunity to sample it for himself. There, in that grubby alley in the worst part of the city, Sephiroth saw, for the first time, what Angeal Hewley looked like in the throes of passion and he liked what he saw. A slight smile tugged at the corner of Angeal's lips, his head tilted back and resting against the wall as his hips undulated back and forth, driving his cock into Genesis' mouth. Even Genesis looked different; less like the object of Sephiroth’s hatred and more like a living god, sent forth to bring pleasure. Dark eyelashes fluttered against hollowed cheeks that were so pale they seemed to reflect the moon. Rosy lips wrapped around Angeal's erection, working and massaging the length between them. Sephiroth could almost forget what Genesis was. His libido certainly didn't care if the tightness of his trousers was any indication.

"Sephiroth."

At the sound of his name being called, Sephiroth tore his eyes away from Genesis and looked up to see Angeal looking at him and beckoning him forwards with his hand.

"Join us?"

Before he could question the sanity of his actions, Sephiroth was upon Angeal, thrusting his tongue into his partner's mouth and tangling a hand in his hair. Angeal tasted of cologne, left over from kissing Genesis, no doubt. It didn't stop Sephiroth kissing Angeal, though. He thrust his tongue deeper, thoroughly exploring Angeal's mouth. A hand cupped his ass and even though he couldn't tell whose it was, Sephiroth found he didn't care. All his earlier feelings of revulsion no longer mattered; instead, he was caught up in the moment.

When Angeal tried to pull back, Sephiroth tugged his hair hard. Now that he had his prize, he wouldn't let go. Angeal chuckled into Sephiroth's mouth and continued to draw away.

"Don't worry," Angeal assured him. "There's plenty more to come."

Extracting his hair from Sephiroth's grip, Angeal then pushed Genesis away from his groin. There was a silent exchange between the two men before Genesis turned his attention to Sephiroth, looking up at him with an amused expression.

"The deal is that I service you both," he said, running the flat of his hand over Sephiroth's covered erection and glancing over his shoulder. "I think I'm going to enjoy this one, Angeal."

"Just don't forget about me."

"Perish the thought. I'm ready and waiting."

Nimble fingers worked down Sephiroth's zip and bared his cock to the cool night air. He hissed at the transition from heat to cold to heat again as Genesis' mouth engulfed his straining length. His earlier thoughts of cock-sucking whores came back to him, amusing him despite the attention being lavished upon him. If nothing else, this particular cock-sucking whore had talent. With one hand on Genesis' head, guiding him to suck harder, Sephiroth's other hand strayed to the hilt of his sword, wrapping around it and stroking as if it were his erection. Angeal kneeled, having already bared Genesis' ass, and Sephiroth could see nothing but bliss on his partner's face as he sank into waiting flesh. A vibration travelled the length of Sephiroth's cock as Genesis moaned in pleasure at being filled. It was repeated every time Angeal slammed his hips forward and Sephiroth's grip on his sword handle tightened.

Through half-closed eyes, Sephiroth alternated between watching Angeal fuck Genesis and Genesis suck him off. The sheer eroticism of the situation inflamed his desires and he gripped Genesis' hair tighter, driving his cock into the man's mouth. Few people, in Sephiroth's experience, had the ability to take a cock deep into their throat; Genesis could. The thought alone could have made Sephiroth come but before he could reach his peak, his cock was once more open to the elements and his hand empty. Looking down, he saw that Angeal had tilted Genesis' head backwards and was ravishing his mouth. Their tongues battled with each other in open-mouthed kisses. From his position, Sephiroth could see Angeal's hand, encircling Genesis' cock, stroking and teasing it. Sephiroth's erection twitched in sympathy and desire.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked in irritation, curling his hand around Genesis' chin in an effort to get him sucking again.

Without breaking apart, Genesis and Angeal pitched forward and started to kiss around Sephiroth's cock. Despite his awkward position, Genesis brought his hand up to toy with Sephiroth's balls, rolling them in his palm, before curling his fingers around the base of his cock and massaging it. Between them, they took turns at mouthing the head, sharing every drop of pre-come that leaked out. Not once did Angeal's rhythm falter and their breaths grew ragged, the puffs of air further stimulating Sephiroth's highly aroused flesh. When Angeal's tongue dipped into his slit just as Genesis stroked upwards and tongued his frenulum, Sephiroth lost control. His fingertips scrabbled at the wall behind him as he fought to stay upright. In front of him, the two men eagerly lapped at his spurting cock, allowing their faces to be covered in his spunk, then cleaned each other off.

Panting heavily, Sephiroth watched as Genesis dropped to all fours so Angeal could ride him hard. One of Angeal's hands still worked Genesis' erection while the other gripped his hip, hard enough to bruise. Droplets of cooling spunk glistened on Genesis' cheek, missed by Angeal’s cleaning tongue. Sephiroth reached out, swiped it with his thumb and raised it to his lips, tasting himself. He wanted more, so he slid down the wall until he sat on the ground, stretching his legs out either side of the rutting men. Dipping his head, he ran the tip of his tongue along Genesis' lower lip, then delved inside, kissing the man and sucking his tongue. He could feel Genesis' breath hitch, a sign of his impending orgasm, and stretched out his arm to bring his hand down on top of Angeal's. Together, they jerked Genesis' cock, coaxing him towards completion. It didn't take long before Sephiroth felt the telltale wetness of Genesis' climax. Teeth scraped against his tongue and beyond Genesis' shoulders, he heard Angeal softly cursing as he too peaked.

The three men rested against each other in an exhausted but satisfied heap. Angeal ruffled Genesis' hair in an affectionate manner then did the same to Sephiroth.

"So, this is what I missed out on by never being a beat cop?"

The other two laughed at Sephiroth's question, but such with a friendly kind of fondness that he couldn't be offended.

"Yup, this and blisters."

"Those I could do without."

Still laughing, Angeal struggled to his feet and straightened his clothes. He held a hand out to Sephiroth to help him up. An offer he gladly accepted.

"Sephiroth, I'd like to formally introduce you to Genesis Rhapsodos. My lover."

Genesis waved up at Sephiroth and smiled.

"Hi!"

Confused, Sephiroth raised his eyebrows in question.

"Think of it partly as an initiation," Angeal said, in explanation. "And partly as an invitation to join us in future."

"When Angeal told me how gorgeous you are, I begged to meet you. He set this whole thing up."

Sephiroth was stunned into momentary silence. It had all been a set up?

"You're not really a whore?" He asked, relieved and a little disappointed.

"I only fuck for fun. But Angeal is right; you'd be most welcome to join us anytime," Genesis replied. "We love our little games though, so watch out if you're patrolling the streets with him again."

Replaying the night's events in his mind, Sephiroth could reach only one conclusion.

"I'd love to."