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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Gen, M/M
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_VII
  Relationship:
      Zack_Fair/Cloud_Strife, Zack_Fair/Genesis_Rhapsodos, Sephiroth/Cloud
      Strife, Genesis_Rhapsodos/Cloud_Strife, Lots_of_other_random_pairings,
      Reno/Rude, Reno/Cloud_Strife, Reno/Tseng, Tifa_Lockhart/Cloud_Strife,
      Hojo/Cloud_Strife
  Character:
      Cloud_Strife, Zack_Fair, Tifa_Lockhart, Genesis_Rhapsodos, Angeal_Hewley,
      Sephiroth, Hojo_(Compilation_of_FFVII), The_Turks_(Compilation_of_FFVII),
      all_the_characters
  Additional Tags:
      Crack, Angst, Fluff, Smut, lots_of_smut, more_crack, Disturbing_Themes
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-11 Updated: 2016-07-13 Chapters: 46/? Words: 50761
****** NSFW drabbles and random stuff...or FF7 Porn by Fall Out Boy ******
by Kimmimaru
Summary
     Just a random assortment of drabbles varying from crack to pwp to
     fluff and right into WTF territory. Written by myself and my best
     friend on drunken nights so excuse the bad grammar/spelling. This is
     literally just for fun and each story is marked by whoever wrote it.
     Please enjoy and I would say sorry but I'm really not.
Notes
     WARNING: Remember kids, fanfiction is NOT a sex manual. Whatever you
     do don't try some of this shit at home, its dangerous and really
     fucking stupid. If you're idiotic enough to try the consequences are
     on your heads! :) Also, this is stupid, offensive and generally
     ridiculous. Characters WILL be OOC, they WILL be acting like twats
     and they WILL be having much, much smex. (Now with added
     Hojo...prepare to be grossed out) Also, please keep in mind this is
     basically the original manupscript (just to sound fancy) and I have
     changed and edited NOTHING. The moral of this awful story (or
     collection of) is don't write whilst under the influence...its...a
     bad, terrible idea.
***** Chapter 1 *****
MANY MANY BUM SMEX!
MUCH COCK! WOW!
Porn. Clack Style.
By Amy
 
Zack groaned, feeling the wet tongue snake its way around his length. “C-
Cloud.” He breathed, arching his back, and pushing himself a little further
into the moist cavern of Cloud's mouth. The blond hummed a response back, the
vibrations stimulating his senses, and making Zack moan further as a soft
fingers ran along the inside of his thighs. “Can't I just...?”
Cloud's lips released the throbbing cock from his mouth, and blue eyes looked
up to gaze into the same colour. “No. I want you to enjoy this. Relax.” He
nuzzled his face into Zack's leg, a small giggle escaping as he slid his mouth
back over the already moist erection of his lover.
The experienced tongue flitted around the tip, lightly then forcefully pushing
and lapping against the tip. Zack shifted his weight, a small smile gracing his
lips. “Urgh, Cloud...” he bucked his hips as a finger pressed against his ass.
He tensed briefly, before relaxing and letting Cloud run his finger over it.
With the amount of saliva, the damp fingers felt good against him, but the best
feeling would come when he entered Cloud himself. He knew how to take it, and
how Zack loved fucking him until he could scream nothing but his name. The
thought of making the blond moan in pleasure was erotic enough for him to leak
a little. He noted Cloud's face contorting, but it quickly returned to normal.
Those blue eyes gazed between him and the job he was taking exceedingly
seriously, and Zack could only get harder and hotter.
Eventually the tipping point came, and Zack pulled Cloud by his hair off his
cock.
“Right,” he panted, kissing the blond roughly, tasting himself inside the wet
cavern of Cloud's mouth and exploring it thoroughly, earning a groan of
pleasure from the smaller of the two. “Zack...please,” Cloud pulled his lips
away, panting heavily.
“Can I?”
Cloud paused, before nodding, “I'll get into position,” he smirked, pushing
Zacks chest with a free hand and righting himself on his hands and knees, legs
spread wide and completely on show. “Please, Zack. Fuck me,” Cloud wiggled his
rear, and Zack was all to happy to oblige. He moved closer, running two fingers
over Cloud's asshole. He smiled at the soft moan Cloud made, and wetted his
fingers. “I hope this is ok,” Zack whispered, as he rubbed his digits against
the exterior of the hole, pushing lightly at first before pushing in. Cloud
hissed out a breath, before righting himself and pushing slowly back at Zack's
intruding fingers. “Y-you know....what to do,” Cloud moaned, pulling himself
away and then forcing himself backwards against the wet fingers.
Zack could feel Cloud's tightness, and wrapped his free hand around his own
erection. “I'm gonna cum so hard in you, you won't know what hit you.” The both
chuckled at the statement, although Cloud's chuckle was quickly silenced when
Zack picked up the pace with his fingers.
Clenching the bed sheets tighter, Cloud felt those deft fingers scissoring him
further open. It wasn''t that he was too tight – not at all – but it'd been a
while. He arched his back inwards, sticking his rear out further for Zack to
acknowledge. “F-fuck me,” he whimpered, feeling the heat rise within him, his
own erection aching and moist from such actions.
Zack was all too happy to oblige. He eased the fingers out of Cloud. Kneeling
up, he grabbed the blond's hip bones and bulled him backwards, rubbing his
length between parted cheeks. “Do you want me? Do you want me to fuck you until
you scream?” Zack had to hide a chuckle, he always found this type of bedroom
talk amusing. Cloud's hips rolled, a purr of some kind escaping his lips. “Yes.
I want you to make me see stars.” His husky voice was full of desire, and that
was something Zack could not resist. He steadied himself, and slowly pushed his
moist erection into Cloud.
He let Cloud get comfortable, before slowly increasing the pace and length of
thrusts. His grip on those hip bones was tight, but not painful – not that
Cloud would mind. He slowly pushed his entire length into Cloud, before pulling
almost all the way out in a tantalising manner, before pushing himself back in
and groaning as he ground himself into that muscled ass. Cloud was moaning, his
body heating up and muscles growing tight around Zack. Neither were close yet,
but both would be soon if it kept up this way.
Zack quickly increased the pace, forcing Cloud to fall to his elbows for
support. He twisted the bedsheets within his hands, biting hard into the fabric
as Zack thrust in and out rhythmicly, his pace increasing and his thrusts
becoming deeper and deeper. Cloud moaned loudly into the bedsheets, drool
soaking the fabric through, his own cock being gripped firmly and pumped by
Zack's free hand. He was going to cum soon, but Cloud wanted to cum with Zack.
“Zack!” Cloud breathed out, pushing himself back into that firm length. “I need
you! Make me cum hard!” His voice was desperate, aching for release. Zack
hummed a response, pumping Cloud harder and pushing himself deep, hitting that
sweet spot. Cloud's moans escalated, his breathing growing more erratic, and
his cock tensing until he came in Zack's hand. Zack moaned, taking the soiled
hand and licking the sticky fluid. “Oh Cloud, you taste so good!” He pulled
out, flipping Cloud onto his back and inserting himself back in, thrusting
quickly, his blue eyes starting to roll back as Cloud's moans increased. Zack
leaned down, kissing the blond with such intensity it set him off. His hot cum
filled that tight ass, and he collapsed upon his lover, both panting hard
before kissing each other.
 
Williespeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenis SUCK MY TREE DICK
PROPELLER DICK
WEE WOOO WHIZZ SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND BABY RIGHT ROUND
***** Bigger *****
By Kimmimaru
Genesis stood beside Sephiroth as they both unzipped their fly, it was common
courtesy to not look at the person beside you whilst taking a piss but Genesis,
ever curious about his stoic friend, couldn't help himself. He peered over at
Sephiroth subtly and then, before he could be caught, looked away again.
Genesis finished his business, trying to force a sense of calm onto himself,
but it wasn't working too well as he washed his hands and left. He ran into the
bar and grabbed Angeal, dragging him roughly away from the woman he was
chatting up. “Genesis, what the hell is wrong?”
Genesis shook his head, eyes wide and face a little pale. “Angeal, it's a
disaster.” He whispered.
“What is?”
“Sephiroth is hung like a fucking donkey.”
Angeal stared at Genesis, utterly nonplussed. “Why...what...I don't understand
why you would think I actually care...”
“Angeal, you clearly don't understand. Sephiroth is packing serious hardware.
His sword isn't overcompensating at all...in fact it's likely an indicator of
actual size.” Genesis leaned against the wall, shaking his head in numb
disbelief. “I had hoped I would at least beat him in this...” he sighed sadly.
“Genesis, I don't care.” Angeal repeated.
“But I do!” Genesis put a hand to his chest. “I care because I can't seem to
out do him in anything and now...now this.”
***** I Literally Have No Idea... *****
By Amy
Sephiroth glared down at Cloud as he unzipped his fly, taking his MIGHTY DONG
in his hand. Grabbing the blond's hair, he smacked Cloud around the face
several times, all the while snarling, “take it, bitch!”
***** We Need Help. *****
By Amy
“Cloud?” Sephiroth wrapped his hands possessively around the smaller man's
waist, his MASSIVE WANG rubbing against Cloud's back.
“Yeah?” Cloud mumbled, eyes closing as he snuggled back into Sephiroth.
“Can I piss on you?”
“...what?”
“I'm going to do it, with my MONOLITHIC COCK!”
***** Counselling...Serious Counselling... *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
By Amy
eggs
“Angeal, Angeal!” Zack bounced up and down on his feet, eager eyes glinting.
Angeal looked at him from over the kitchen counter, eyebrow raised at his
protege.
“Yes?”
“Look'it what I GOT!” He dropped his trousers and pointed excitably at his
genitals, a glinting ring through the tip of the head.
Angeal recoiled, he did not want to see Zack's dick. Rubbing the back of his
head, Zack chuckled. “I bet you didn't think I'd get it done! So, how brave am
I?” His eyes lit up again, a wide smile gracing those lips like he'd made some
massive accomplishment.
Angeal waved a hand, and Zack quickly pulled back up his trousers, securing his
belt. “You may be brave, but...” Angeal turned his head slightly, eyeing Zack
as he turned around. “You are not the only one with a dick piercing!” In his
hand, he waggled his own dick, Zack covering his face and screaming “OH GOD MY
EYES!”
Chapter End Notes
     Did you read that right? Did it really randomly say 'eggs'? You did
     and it does. I'm sorry, my friend is insane. I can't stop her...Help.
***** The Moral Of This Tale? Don't Get Drunk And Write. *****
By Amy
Cold green eyes stared at the brilliant blue staring back up at him. “How does
it feel, being on your knees?” Sephiroth sneered, leather-clad hand pulling at
blond strands. He took his dick from him trousers, smirking as he pushed it
against pink lips.
Ribbet
Cloud burst out laughing. He keeled over and rolled on the floor, pointing
teary-eyed at the frog face in the place of Sephiroth's dick. Sephiroth grabbed
at it, quickly putting it away. He whirled around, blasting energy through the
wall, screaming, “GENESIS, I AM GOING TO CUT YOU INTO SO MANY PIECES AFTER I
DESTROY EVERY LOVELESS COPY IN EXISTANCE!”
“Fuck.” Genesis grinned, wing bursting from his shoulder as he turned tail and
jumped out the window.
Sephiroth's wang ribbeted in awe.
***** Moral? Don't Have Sex On Genesis' Sofa... *****
By Amy
Genesis sighed, standing with his hands on his hips looking down at Angeal and
Sephiroth sleeping on his floor after their illustrious night out, where
everyone got rather drunk. He rubbed the back of his head, grunting at the lack
of sleep he'd received due to that fucking puppy and the twinky little blond he
was fucking; and really, they were up all night fucking AND had only stopped
about 20 minutes ago.
“The Goddess says, get the fuck out of my apartment you ridiculous slobs.” He
kicked Angeal lightly in the stomach, the man rolling over to reveal some dark
marks around his neck. Genesis raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly what they
were. He inspected Angeal slowly, until he noted the belt he usually wore was
elsewhere. He quickly looked to Sephiroth, who looked a little too dishevelled
than usual. He looked around, and then he noticed it. His temper flared, and
his hands glowed.
“YOU TWO FUCKED ON MY SOFA I AM SO FUCKING DONE WITH THIS!” He fired many, many
Firaga's around, making the two first classes bolt awake and make as quick an
escape as possible. Angeal's trousers falling down.
***** You Know, I Think There's A Theme... *****
By Kimmimaru
Leather clad fingers slowly unzipped his fly, Sephiroth smirked down at Cloud's
debauched figure as it lay sprawled upon the black satin sheets. As he removed
his cock from his pants he watched Cloud's eyes grow wide in his face, slowly
he sat up. “Uh-uh. No way. I'm out.” He stood up and started to dress as fast
as he could.
“What on earth is the matter with you?” Sephiroth asked.
“That...that thing you call a cock? Yeah. That's not coming within feet of me.”
He said hurriedly, slipping his uniform back on with a frown.
“Why not? There's nothing wrong with it.”
“If I let that thing near my ass it'd rip me in half. It's the size of fucking
Wutai! What are you an Elphadunk? Seriously, I don't like the idea of my ass
ending up looking like the Northern Crater. I'll see ya around.”
With that he left. Sephiroth looked down at his cock in confusion, it sat in
his hand like an extra limb and he sighed heavily. Looks like once again he
would be forced to resort to masturbation.
***** Hojo's 'Experiments' *****
By Kimmimaru
Angeal and Genesis were sitting on the sofa, watching the ShinRa News Network
when the door banged open. Sephiroth stumbled inside, face as white as a sheet
and hand at his chest. Angeal was on his feet in a second, he went over to him
and put a hand out to steady him. “Sephiroth, what happened?”
“I...I...” Sephiroth turned large, wild eyes to Angeal and it seemed that he
was barely able to see him. He snapped his mouth shut and shook his head
quickly, silver strands of hair falling into his eyes.
“Come and sit down. Genesis, get him a strong drink...something for shock.”
Angeal ordered and for once Genesis didn't argue. He sat Sephiroth on the sofa
and sat at his side as he waited for the drink, Genesis came out and handed
Sephiroth a glass of whiskey, which Sephiroth accepted and downed in one. “Can
you talk about it?” Angeal said gently.
Sephiroth took a deep, shuddery breath and turned those wild eyes onto his
friend. “It was horrible.” He whispered hoarsely.
“What was?!” Genesis asked urgently.
“It was...hairy...so, so hairy...” He breathed, lifting a shaking hand to his
eyes and shaking his head as if to dislodge whatever disturbing thing he had
seen.
“Hairy?” Angeal and Genesis shared a nervous look, they both knew Sephiroth had
been down in Hojo's lab.
“Yes. Hairy...Hairy a-and...wrinkly...” Sephiroth shuddered violently,
swallowing the urge to vomit.
“You were in the labs weren't you? Was Hojo working on something?”
“You could say that.” Sephiroth replied as he watched Genesis refill his glass.
He knocked it back easily and held it out again for another re-fill. “I went
down there for some tests he had ordered but he wasn't in his lab, he was in
his office...I walked in...I didn't know...I should never have...oh dear Gaia I
will never recover.” His breathing hitched and his mouth twisted in disgust.
“Sephiroth, what happened?” Angeal insisted.
“Hojo was...busy. I saw him...watching porn...h-his...cock was in his hand...a-
and it was...hairy...and w-wrinkly...and...I'm going to be sick.” He stood up,
the glass falling from numb fingers as he fled the room.
***** A Handsome Sturdy Husband Who Builds Handsome Sturdy Walls Because Fuck
You Disney. *****
By Kimmimaru
Cloud stared at it for a long time before frowning and opening his mouth to
speak, he paused and closed it again. He repeated this action for a few more
moments before Sephiroth spoke.
“Well, do you like it?”
Cloud looked at him, confusion written clearly in his eyes. “It's a wall.” He
said, lifting a hand and waving it in the direction of the wall.
“Yes. A very sturdy wall.”
“I...I can see that. I just-I want to know what exactly I'm meant to do with
it?” He looked back at the wall, it had been built in the very centre of the
town, the people had come out to inspect it and mutter in confused whispers to
each other. However, no one was more confused-or concerned-as Cloud was.
Sephiroth's strange idea of romance was, apparently, building a wall. “Why a
wall?” He said.
“I spoke to your mother. She said that you would want a man who could build
sturdy walls...I built you a wall. It's very sturdy.”
“Uh-huh...I can see that.” Cloud shifted, feeling highly discomfited with this
bizarre turn of events. “You do realise that she was talking about someone who
could make a good home, right? Not just a single wall...I have no use for one
wall.”
Sephiroth frowned as he considered this revelation carefully. “I see. I did
wonder.”
“And...and you didn't think to maybe ask for clarification...like...at all?”
“No.”
“Right. So now I have a wall that I have no idea what to do with. Did you even
get planning permission for it?” He glanced back at Sephiroth who was frowning
even deeper.
“No.”
“Ok.” Cloud sighed heavily and rubbed at the back of his neck, one hand on his
hip.
“You could maybe put a bench there...with flowers. It would look quite pretty.”
Sephiroth suggested half heartedly.
“Yeah...and hanging baskets.” Cloud muttered, rolling his eyes.
“Yes.”
“I'm...uh...gunna go talk to Mom...so-uh...you can...er...do whatever...” He
turned and walked away.
Later he came back to the centre of town to see people gathered around the
random singular wall, Cloud drew closer in curiosity until he pushed his way
through the crowd. He came to a stop when he saw Sephiroth kneeling down and
planting a vast array of very colourful flowers. A bench sat by the wall with a
plaque with Cloud's name on it. Cloud felt heat in his cheeks and groaned
heavily, he put a hand to his face and turned away. He left Sephiroth to it and
went to hide in his room, hoping no one would pry him from his bed. He was
going to sleep and pretend it was all a very weird dream.
***** Body Pillows And Tail Butt Plugs? How Low Can We Go. *****
Chapter Notes
     Pairing Zack/Genesis
By Amy
“....oh, Cloud!”
Genesis' ears pricked. He opened his bright blue eyes slowly, blinking as he
groaned, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. He took his phone from
the side table, throwing it onto the bed once he registered how early it was.
It was the tenth night in a row now, and he'd had enough.
Grabbing his red coat, he stormed from the room and out of his apartment. He
got in the elevator and took it down a floor. Exiting, he was going to burn
that puppy and the twink's dicks off. Fucking was fine, but not with that much
noise and banging. Reaching the door, he kicked it in, the sounds of the bed
smacking into the wall growing louder and louder as Genesis paced through the
dark apartment. He heard Zack – the nosiest person he had ever known, and as he
kicked open the door to the puppy's bedroom, he drew his hand to his face,
wincing at the sight.
Zack whirled around, his face a little sweaty as he tried to hide the vibrating
tail buttplug in his ass, but also the pillow that he'd been fucking. The two
looked at each other in silence (well, save for the vibrating noise), until
Genesis finally broke the silence.
“Are you fucking a pillow? You're fucking a pillow.” Zack looked away, shifting
slightly. Genesis strode over, pulling the naked first class up by his hair, he
yelped, grabbing Genesis' wrist. “H-Hey! Get off me! And for your information,
it's a body pillow, with Cloud on it. I get lonely when he's on missions...we
both have one!” His eyes lit up, and the blush over his cheeks intensified as
Genesis pulled at the tail curiously. “I don't care about what you and that
twink get off on, but look at you, puppy, and your little tail.” He tugged it
slightly, Zack stifling back a groan from the sensation. Awkward as it was,
Zack didn't care. “I like it, ok. Cloud is squeamish about topping, so I let
him use it to get him used to it-”
Genesis wasn't listening, and pushed Zack down on to the bed. He sat either
side of his hips, staring nonchalantly at the dripping erection. “You've been
keeping me up for the last so many nights, and honestly, I'm sick of hearing
you either fucking him or that hideous pillow.” He waved his hand dismissively
at the thing, trying to ignore the fact it was probably ridiculously cum-
stained. “If you want to fuck that much, how about I keep you up all night
screaming, hm?” Genesis leaned down, a devilish grin on his lips as he lightly
touched Zack's dick. The younger let out a soft groan, instinctively pushing
his hips upward and grinding them into Genesis.
“I wouldn't say no,” Zack smirked, throwing his arms over his head. “Right now,
I just need a good fuck, and my cute little Cloud is out of town. There's a
condom in the drawer.” He nodded at his draws, and Genesis smirked, throwing
his jacket off and kicking off his boxers as he reached over and got what he
needed. Zack grabbed Genesis' erection, pumping it quickly; a hungry look in
his eyes as he pushed his lips down over the tip, still using a hand to wank
himself off. Genesis groaned, pushing his fingers through those black locks and
gripping them. His hips rocked roughly in time with Zack's movements, until
he'd had enough and pushed the puppy down, grabbing him by the legs and
flipping him over onto his stomach, face landing in the pillows.
Genesis looked again at the tail, still vibrating away. He tugged at it, making
Zack groan out loudly. “Genesis...” Zack turned a glazed blue eye at the man
above him, smile gracing his lips. He pushed his rear upwards and shook it,
tail swaying gently. Genesis grabbed it, pulling it slowly out before pushing
himself in. It was rough but pleasurable – Genesis had a piercing, and Zack was
loving the feeling. He groaned, bucking his hips backwards into Genesis, and
that gave him incentive to fuck Zack harder.
“Ahh! Genesis! You are...so good!” Zack moaned into the pillow, a hand reaching
underneath him to stroke himself. Genesis grunted, grabbing that toned waist
and leaning back, pulling Zack up so he was sat on his lap. “Ahh! Yes, like
this!” Genesis took his shoulder and obliged the request, snaking a hand around
his waist and helping Zack out. He pushed the flat of his palm against the tip,
rubbing it slowly before gripping it hard. He pushed himself further inside
Zack's ass, finally getting his entire length inside.
Zack's moans and pants and the hotness in his body rose quickly; he was close.
Genesis could go on longer, and he was very much planning to after he made Zack
cum. He thrust harder and harder, his own breath increasing and his groin
aching for release as Zack clamped down around him. Zack's load shot out over
the bed, his body glistening with sweat. He went to ease himself off, as
Genesis had also came just after him, but as he tried to wiggle free, Genesis
caught him under his chin with his hand.
“Oh no, I'm fucking you all night long. You're not going to sleep if I can't.
The Goddess help me, you will not be walking tomorrow.” Genesis bit Zack's ear,
running his tongue along the outside and flicked at his lobe. Zack groaned,
unable to respond. At the request to neither stop or carry on, Genesis pushed
him back into the covers and continued thrusting himself into the toned man
beneath him. It continued well until day break, Zack completely spent and
covered in his own and Genesis' cum. Some was caught in his mouth, some in his
hair.
As Genesis rose, letting out a long sigh, he looked at Zack. “So, First Class
Zack Fair. Are you going to stop being a little bitch and keeping me up?”
Zack made a small thumbs up, grunting in agreement. Genesis smiled and made his
way to the door. “Genesis?”
He stopped, turning his head a fraction. “Yes?”
“You were good.”
“I know I am.”
A soft chuckle escaped Zack's lips. “I wouldn't complain if you came in on me
and Cloud, 'specially if that happens again.”
Genesis turned and looked at him for a moment, before leaving the apartment and
the spent man behind.
***** Yeah...Uh...*Coughs Awkwardly and Walks Away* *****
Chapter Notes
     This one needs a bit of explanation...we listen to way too many
     Disney songs while writing these things. Sorry. I told you it got
     weird.
By Amy (because she's a meany poop head)
gaston, gaston he's not as shit as gaston or as thick as gaston or as a big a
dick as gaston he is sephiroth the not-a-cumdumpster for hojo lol kimmimaru I
went there
 
Cloud smiled at Sephiroth as he slibbered all over the silverette's dingdong.
Sephiroth groaned, “yes, suck my dingaling you dirty slut-whore!”
***** Where Zack and Cloud Learn Not To Mess With Genesis' Copy of LOVELESS...
*****
By Kimmimaru
Genesis sat upon his chez-lounge, reclining gracefully as he picked up the
slightly worn book from the table by the seat. He sighed as he picked up a
glass of expensive apple wine and sipped delicately at the fluted glass. He
opened the book and smiled as he settled down in preparation to read. He was
half way through the first paragraph before he realised that it was not, in
fact, LOVELESS he was reading. He blinked once and turned the book to look at
the cover, it was the same cover as always with its well worn edges and
LOVELESS printed boldly on the front. He read through the paragraph again;
Gareth groaned, pushing back against the intrusion of the nine inch dildo.
No. This was definitely not LOVELESS. Genesis put the book down, replacing his
glass on the side and stood up slowly. He heard a muffled giggle and frowned in
the direction of his closet. He moved over to it and yanked the door open,
revealing the would-be pranksters. He stared at Zack, nearly crushing Cloud
into the neatly organised shoe rack. Zack offered him a guilty grin but before
he could even consider an apology Genesis reached in and grabbed him by the
throat. Zack yelped as Genesis threw him against the wall, his free hand rising
as flames gathered in the palm of his hand. He bared his teeth at Zack in his
fury. “Where is it?” He hissed, moving the flames close to Zack's face as he
cringed away. “Where is my copy of LOVELESS you impudent ass?!”
“I-uh...I...” Zack stuttered. “It's in there.” He pointed his finger towards
the closet where Cloud was still sitting, a pair of leather pants covering his
head so that only one blue eye could be seen.
Genesis dropped Zack and walked over to the terrified Infantryman, he pulled
him out and turned him around, forcing him into the wall as he ran his hands
over his body. Finally he felt the tell-tale shape of a book in his back
pocket. Genesis tore his beloved copy of LOVELESS out and held it to his chest
as if it were a precious baby. “If you ever touch this book again I will remove
your cocks and fuck you with them. Now, get out!” He demanded and the pair of
them fled.
***** This Song Needs To Die a Painful Death *****
By Amy
Zack thrust his wang at Cloud, eyebrows raised. “Why don't you suck on my
dingaling, my dingaling, my dingaling?” His hips thrust rhymthicly, his eyes
smouldering and lustful. Cloud glared at Zack, batting the semi-hard cock away.
“Dingaling? Really? You think I want that near me you fricking idiot? My boner
has gone. Poof! No longer here. It's pining for the fjords.” He rolled his eyes
and lay down, hoping his stupid but cute as fuck boyfriend would go the fuck to
sleep or try and be sexy. Zack, however, crouched over Cloud and rubbed his
hard cock into his cheek. “Suck meeeeee,” he whined, pouting and looking at
Cloud with those big, sad blue eyes. Cloud stared up at him, moving the hard
member from his cheek. “Only if you behave. Down boy, let me see...” Cloud took
the erection in his hand, looking at it intensely, before pulling Zack by it
and taking most of it in his mouth.
Zack moaned, hoping Cloud would let him cum in that wet cavern. He wanted Cloud
to kiss him afterwards, to taste his own cum and relish in the feel of those
soft lips hungrily demanding for Zack to do so many things to him.
***** Children Are Satan Spawn and Sephiroth Hates Them *****
By Kimmimaru
Angeal and Genesis sat together on the beach, the sun was high in the sky and
Costa Del Sol was as beautiful as ever. They were enjoying their leave, Genesis
sitting under an umbrella and drinking numerous cocktails with tiny fruits in
them. Angeal lay on his front with his head resting on his massive arms and
eyes closed as the sun baked his back. It was lovely and peaceful until...
“GET THEM AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEEEE!”
The scream made Angeal bolt upright and grab for his sword, which was never far
away. He was on his knees and staring in mute horror as Sephiroth came running
down the steps from the small seaside town. He fled across the sand and
stumbled, nearly tripping over Angeal's towel as he dived behind Genesis'
lounge chair. Genesis peered down at him, sucking on the straw of his purple
drink and looking over the top of his sunglasses. “What the hell are you
doing?” He asked curiously. It took a lot to make Sephiroth lose his cool but
they had never seen him react like this.
“Shhh!” Sephiroth pressed a finger to his lips and looked around, pointing
Genesis towards the steps he had just come from. “They'll find me!” He hissed.
“Who?” Angeal asked, releasing his sword, he was pretty sure this wasn't a
monster attack or Sephiroth would have killed it himself.
“Them!” Sephiroth pointed and Genesis and Angeal watched as a group of small
children appeared on the stone wall that separated the town from the beach.
“Kids? Sephiroth...are you scared of children?” Angeal could hardly hide his
smirk and Genesis snorted into his drink, almost choking on a piece of fruit.
“They have tiny hands and they touch me. I don't like them. They're coming!
Hide me!” He grabbed Genesis' towel and flung it over himself.
“Yeah, that's not going to fool anyone.” Angeal sighed as the children ran
towards them.
“Hey, you seen the hero man?” One of them asked brightly.
Genesis lifted a thumb as he settled back down on his lounger and jabbed it at
the lumpy towel by his side. “He's there.” He said and picked up his copy of
LOVELESS.
“Genesis! You traitor!” Sephiroth cried as he stood up and glared at his
friend, the children all laughed and clapped before moving towards him.
Sephiroth's sword appeared in his hand and he aimed it at them, only serving to
make them squeal in delight. “Get away from me Tiny Satan's!” He growled as he
backed away, the children continued to advance like something from a horror
movie. “I said get away! Back! Don't do that! Don't touch me! OH GOD GET THEM
OFF OF ME!” They swarmed Sephiroth and his friends simply settled back down to
enjoy the sunshine, trying to ignore Sephiroth's anguished screams.
***** What Has Been Seen... *****
By Kimmimaru
“What the hell's taking him so long?” Genesis sighed as he leaned against the
wall. “I have some serious sunbathing to do.”
“For that matter why are we being forced to protect Hojo at the beach?” Angeal
sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking up at the sky.
“I have no idea why all three of us need to be here.” Sephiroth agreed.
“I'm not complaining.” Genesis grinned, he was dressed in a pair of crimson
coloured swimming trunks with pictures of wings all over them.
Sephiroth wore his usual uniform, refusing point blank to wear any sort of
swimming attire. Angeal however had put on his own dark swimming trunks with a
pattern of apples. Finally Hojo emerged, wearing his white lab coat and
laughing maniacally. “Sir, I thought you were going to put on something
more...er...appropriate for the beach?” Angeal said warily.
“Oh I am.” Hojo grinned at them and then dramatically threw off his coat, it
caught the breeze and flew away to reveal something so hideous Angeal retched
violently. Genesis screamed and went as white as a sheet, almost fainting
outright and Sephiroth turned away, vomiting into the gutter. Hojo stood in the
street outside the hotel, hands on his hips and head thrown back laughing that
evil laugh. He was clad in a silver mankini. His chest looked as if he had
stuck a curly brown wig to it, his balls oozed from the sides of the mankini
like two hairy, sundried tomatoes. The tip of his cock peeped out from the
front like a tiny eye, watching everyone who caught sight of it with evil
intent. People in the street cried out in horror, mother's covered their
children's eyes from the terrifying sight and grown men screamed like little
girls. Chaos reigned in Costa Del Sol. Riots ensued as holiday makers fled the
town, leaving it almost empty except for Hojo himself who lay on the beach,
slowly turning red and continuing to laugh.
***** YEAH! Let's Get Tseng NAKED! *****
By Kimmimaru
It was a question that everyone had asked themselves at some point during their
time as a Turk. The question that haunted the entire department. A question
that appeared unanswerable; what did Tseng have underneath his suit?
“I reckon he's got a horrible disfigurement, yo.” Reno said as he sat in the
office and leaned back in his chair. “Like...I dunno...an extra arm or summit
stickin' outta his chest.”
Cissnei sniggered. “You'd see a lump if that was true. I think it's likely
scars.” She tapped the keys of her keyboard and frowned at the screen as she
typed up a report.
“We all go' scars, yo. He aint gunna go aroun' hidin' summit tha' simple.”
“Maybe he's got a horrible birthmark?” Rude suggested half heartedly.
“Or...like...maybe a really bad tattoo.” Reno added with excitement. “Somethin'
really embarassin'.”
Rude grunted. “Maybe.” He picked up his mug of coffee and took a sip before
stapling a batch of papers together.
“Or he's got such an incredibly hot body that he has to hide it to prevent
women from surrounding him.” Cissnei mused.
Reno snorted in disbelief. “If tha' were true, he'd have a girlfriend or
summit, man. Nah. I reckon it's somethin' embarassin'.”
There was silence for a long time in the office, each of them lost in their own
musings about what hid beneath Tseng's suit. Finally Reno swore loudly, falling
forwards on his chair so that the legs slammed against the floor. Cissnei
started and looked at him with wide eyes. “Tha's it! I can' concentrate 'til I
know! I have to find out what the boss-man's hidin', yo!”
“How? You can't just order him to strip...that's creepy.” Cissnei said.
“I'll find a way.” Reno growled, gazing blindly at his computer screen.
Later Reno started to stalk Tseng in the hopes of finding a weakness or trying
to find out if he ever took his suit off. Out of curiosity Cissnei and Rude
both followed him. They spent the next half a week following Tseng around the
ShinRa building, from the top-secret Turk offices to the basement. They found
no sign that he was going to roll up his sleeves or even remove his jacket.
“He doesn't even take off his tie!” Reno complained loudly when the day was
over and they were resting back at his and Rude's apartment.
“Maybe you're going about this the wrong way.” Cissnei said slowly, a
thoughtful frown on her face. She cocked her head to the side and smirked
deviously. “What we need is a really good trap. We need to do something that
will force him to remove his suit.”
“Huh. Like wha', yo?” Reno sat up straighter, eyes glittering mischievously.
“Get him wet.” Rude offered, lifting a can of beer he had in his hand and
tipping it towards Reno. “If we can get him wet enough he'll be forced to
change.”
Reno grinned. “I'm likin' this.” He said.
The next day found Reno, Rude and Cissnei all hidden behind a desk in the
Turk's offices. They peered over the top of it and watched the entrance
intently. Tseng was as regular as clockwork, they knew his schedule off by
heart and knew that any moment he would walk through the door. The door was
ajar, resting on top of it was a bucket filled to the brim with water. The idea
was simple; the second Tseng opened the door the water would fall on him,
soaking him to the skin and then he would be forced to go into his office and
change. That would be when the three of them would burst in and catch him in
his pants...or so they hoped. The seconds ticked by, Reno shifted
uncomfortably. As used to hiding as he was he still found that he had very
little patience. His eyes remained glued to the door and he heard his friends'
breathing in his ears. Finally they heard Tseng's voice, he was talking on his
phone.
“Yes sir. I will do that as soon as I've filed the reports on the incident in
South Edge. Of course sir. I will put him on it right away.” Tseng stepped in
through the door and the other Turks held their breaths. The bucket wobbled,
one or two droplets of water fell onto the carpet behind Tseng as he stepped
into the room, still distracted by his phone call. He had a stack of papers in
one hand that he was going through as he pressed the phone to his ear with his
shoulder. In his other hand he held the remains of a half eaten sandwich. “Mm.
Yes sir. It was quite the difficult mission, we had some issues but it was
quickly resolved. Of course, I will ensure-” He broke off and blinked at the
three Turks all crouched behind one desk, they were looking at him owlishly
from over the top of it like three naughty children. “What on earth are you
three doing? Don't you have work to be getting on with?” He asked in
bewilderment.
Cissnei flushed and stood up first, she straightened out her uniform and
cleared her throat. “Sorry sir. Reno dropped his pen and we-er...we were trying
to find it.”
“Yeah. Tha's righ'...dropped pen...definitely.” Reno agreed, digging in his
pocket and withdrawing a spare pen he always carried. He waved it at Tseng who
glared at them suspiciously for a moment.
“All right then. Carry on with those files on AVALANCHE, I want them on my desk
by Monday, Reno.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Reno sighed as Tseng walked the length of the room and into his
office. The second the door closed behind him Reno swore and ran to the office
door. He looked up at the bucket angrily. “Why din't it fall, yo?” He muttered,
pulling the door a little and watching the bucket wobble.
“Uh...Reno, I wouldn't-” Rude began but was too late. The bucket crashed down
from the door, sending a cascade of freezing water all over Reno's head. The
bucket itself landed with a thud and rolled away over the carpet. Reno stood,
frozen to the spot, eyes wide with shock and lips parted as if he was going to
speak. “Too late.” Rude said, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth as Reno
came to himself and began spluttering and cursing. Cissnei began to giggle and
Rude joined her helplessly.
Once Reno was dry again, wearing one of the spare uniforms they kept in a
nearby cloak room, he sat at his desk and muttered angrily about stupid Tseng
and his stupid suit. He couldn't believe Tseng had managed the impossible feat
of avoiding their trap, it was so simple it should have worked. How did a man
have so much good luck? It was impossible. He stabbed impatiently at the keys
of his computer, not really concentrating on what he was writing. He paused and
blinked at his screen for a moment. “Maybe we gotta try summit else, yo.” He
said and turned to Rude who peered at him, eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses.
“Why else would someone take off their clothes?”
“To sleep?” Rude offered with a shrug.
“Won' work, yo. He don' sleep in his office an' his apartment's harder ta get
into than the ShinRa bank vaults. Nah. We gotta think bigger.” He spread his
hands out and widened his eyes as he tried to convey his meaning to his
partners in crime.
“Hmm.” Cissnei considered her pen for a moment before smiling. “People take off
their clothes to have sex, right?”
“Yes!” Reno hissed, grinning broadly. “We jus' gotta find someone ta seduce
him!” He paused and frowned, gazing blindly at his screen. “Bu' who, yo?” He
asked faintly.
Rude and Cissnei exchanged evil looks. “You.” They said in unison.
“Me?!” Reno looked at them as if they'd lost their minds. “He aint my type, yo!
He's...he's too straight an' narrow!”
“If anyone can get into his pants it's you.” Cissnei assured him confidently.
“After all, you've had more conquests than Rude and I put together.”
Reno frowned at her, uncertain if that was actually a compliment or whether she
was calling him a whore. “But...this's Tseng. Ya know, Boss-man. Suit-dude.
He's no' gunna get naked if I come onto him. If anythin' i'll end up gettin'
shit duty.”
“Oh come on, Reno. You're doing yourself a disservice.” Cissnei stood up and
moved to his desk, she perched on the edge of it and smiled down at him. “You
can get into anyone's knickers.”
Reno sighed heavily. “All righ', fine, yo. I'll do it.”
Tseng sat in his office typing up some of the confidential files from the
science department. He frowned as he worked, rolling his shoulders occasionally
to ease the tension in them. It was uncomfortable to be sat at his desk for so
long but he had to get the work done or Veld would punish him. He sighed and
rubbed his strained eyes, it was taking far longer than he liked. A knock
disturbed him just as he was writing up a description of some of the things
Zack Fair and Shotgun had witnessed when they had gone on a mission in Icicle.
He looked up with a frown. “Come in.” He said and the door opened to reveal
Reno. “Reno, what can I do for you?” Tseng asked, standing and lifting a hand,
offering Reno a seat. Reno hesitated, a flicker of a nervous smile crossing his
face as he glanced back into the main offices. He seemed to collect himself
before slinking into the large office. He ignored the offered seat and instead
perched himself on the corner of Tseng's desk, Tseng refrained from wincing as
he sat on a neatly stacked pile of papers destined to be sent down to Records.
“Reno...what do you want?” Tseng asked, refraining from pushing him off of his
immaculately organised desk. Already his eye was twitching as he tried to
ignore the crumpled paper beneath Reno's bum.
“I-uh...I was jus' wonderin' how you are, yo.” Reno began hesitantly, fiddling
awkwardly with the hem of his un-tucked shirt. Gaia it annoyed Tseng when he
fiddled, it annoyed him when he wore his uniform in a way that was far from
regulation.
“I'm fine.” Tseng said tersely. “You've never taken the chance to ask after my
welfare before and I suspect that that is not the real reason you're here now.
I'm a very busy man, spit it out.”
A rather pained look crossed Reno's face before he took a deep breath, as if
steeling himself for something and, before Tseng could react, he reached over
and cupped a hand around the back of Tseng's neck. Tseng had time for his eyes
to widen before lips were pressed to his own and a hot tongue forced its way
into his mouth. He froze solid for a long time as his brain processed the fact
that Reno was kissing him. When it hit him he frowned and clenched his teeth,
biting into that invading appendage and causing Reno to yelp. Reno jerked
backwards and slid inelegantly off the desk, he swore loudly and sent a glare
at Tseng. “Wha' 'he he', 'o!” He exclaimed, holding his tongue between his
fingers and trying to see how badly damaged it was.
“I should be asking you the same question.” Tseng replied sternly. “Have you
been drinking?”
“No!” Reno winced again and swore under his breath. “I aint been drinkin'!
Gimme some credit.”
“Then why did you try to kiss me?” Tseng asked.
“'Coz...'coz I-I...” Reno trailed off, a brief look of disgust crossed his
face. “I...really like you, sir.” He said finally, his hands clenching into
fists at his sides as he spoke in a robotic voice as if he had learnt the
speech by heart. “I think you are wonderful and hot. I wanted to get you naked
a-and...oh fuck this, yo! Cissnei, I can' do I'!”
“Reno, you're useless!” Cissnei called from the other side of Tseng's door.
“Well i's stupid! I aint inta Tseng an' I can' lie abou' it!”
The door opened to reveal a sulky looking Cissnei. “You'd sleep with anyone,
Reno, why are you getting cold feet now?!”
“Oi! Watch it, yo! I have standards!”
Cissnei snorted. “Yeah, right.”
Before Reno could retort, Tseng held up a hand. “Look, I hate to interrupt your
debate on how slutty Reno is and how I am, obviously, not his type but I have
to know what is going on?”
The two of them hung their heads, properly chastised. “Sorry, sir.” They
muttered in unison. They glanced at each other and Cissnei elbowed Reno in the
side, shoving him forward a little. Reno glared at her before sighing and
looking at Tseng. “Sir, we've been tryin' ta see what ya got under your suit,
yo.” He declared boldly.
Tseng took a moment to look down at the papers Reno had messed up, he adjusted
them and put them back into a neat pile before finally looking up. A small
smile curled his lips as he stepped around his desk and stood before the two
Turks. “Oh?” He asked, eyes flicking from one to the other.
“Uh-yes...sir...” Cissnei agreed, blushing slightly.
“Well, ya never take the damned thing off, yo! It's drivin' me nuts! Even when
it's too hot or you're tryin'a relax. We gotta know what's under there.” Reno
said desperately.
“And so you stalked me, tried to get me wet and then tried to come onto me in
an attempt to see what I have under my suit?” Tseng's eyes narrowed as he
looked from one abashed face to another.
“Yeah...pretty much, yo.”
“Why didn't you just ask?” Tseng sighed, leaning back against his desk and
smirking at their shocked expressions. “I would have been more than willing to
show you.”
“Wha'?!”
Tseng's smile turned into a smirk as he reached to his tie and undid it. He
slipped it from around his throat and placed it on the desk at his back.
Slowly, with his eyes on the two Turks before him, he began to unbutton the
shirt. Reno and Cissnei leaned forward, watching eagerly.
Rude sat at his desk, drinking coffee and sending some e-mails when he heard
Reno's loud voice from Tseng's office.
“OH COME ON! THAT'S BLATENT CHEATIN'!”
“I've done what I said and I showed you, now, get out.”
Rude looked up as Cissnei and Reno were thrown physically out of Tseng's
office. Reno growled and straightened out his shirt, Cissnei looked very
disappointed. Rude arched an eyebrow in question; well?
“He showed us what's under his shirt.” Cissnei sighed.
“And?” Rude asked.
“It's another damned shirt! The dirty cheatin' fucker.” Reno growled, moving
back to his chair and slumping down into it.
***** Dude...I Totally Miss You... *****
Chapter Summary
     Stupid Reno/Rude dude-bro thing...it's basically just the two of them
     texting each other and based (obviously) on the song of the same name
     by Tenacious D.
By Kimmimaru
RUDE THE DUDE: Wow! I'm in Costa Del Sol with Cissnei, she should wear a bikini
more often. Here's a pic.
RENO: Nice one, bro. I'm gunna blow my own fuckin' brains out if I have ta
listen to these suits drone on much longer, yo. Miss ya Bud.
RUDE THE DUDE: If you did that then we wouldn't be able to go drinking again
when I return. I miss you too, Cissnei isn't half as much fun as you.
RENO: Dude, I'm blushin'.
RUDE THE DUDE: We have to go to the Goblin and have a few. I'll be back next
week and we can shoot the shit.
RENO: Sounds good, bro. We gunna get laid.
RUDE THE DUDE: I will. You can puke your guts up.
RENO: Thanks. Nice ta know you got faith in me, man.
RUDE THE DUDE: Not a problem. The beach is pretty nice. This girls got a hot
pair of legs, wanna see?
RENO: Why the hell not, yo? I need wank material.
RUDE THE DUDE: Here.
RENO: Wow. Sweet. Get her number for me.
RUDE THE DUDE: Can't. She's getting off with some other guy.
RENO: Damn, bro.
RUDE THE DUDE: Cissnei's giving me suspicious looks. I think she's on to me.
RENO: Dude. Fuckin' run. She's got a hell of a right hook!
RUDE THE DUDE: Got ya. Text later.
RENO: Yeah, man. Still missin' ya.
RUDE THE DUDE: Dude...miss you too.
***** Sweet Like Chocolate (or; 'Liquid Shit'...but that sounds gross so I went
with the first title) *****
Chapter Summary
     Tseng/Reno PWP.
By Kimmimaru
Tseng rubbed at the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt
to give them a break from the glare of his computer screen. After a moment he
sighed heavily and looked up, his work was unfinished but he could no longer
concentrate. He had been worked ragged since Rufus had decided that the remains
of ShinRa were to work side by side with the WRO, Reeve was suspicious but
cordial, which was more than could be said for certain others who worked under
the ex-Director of Urban Development. Reno and Rude were running around on
Rufus' orders, coming back only infrequently and leaving Tseng to work with
Elena who, although she was very sweet, had romantic feelings for him. Tseng
hadn't yet had the heart to admit to her that his interests lay elsewhere, he
couldn't bear the thought of hurting her. He had tried plenty of times before
to put her off but she was having none of it.
Tseng looked up at the clock on his office wall and noted it was well past one
am, he saved his document and turned off his computer before stretching and
moving towards his bedroom. ShinRa's new headquarters were simple but had
enough room for the few employees who had deigned to return. Each Turk had
their own room which was a novelty since the old ShinRa building had them
rooming in pairs when not out on missions. Tseng gazed at his bed, the cold
sheets, the loneliness. Once again he sighed, leaning against the door frame
and folding his arms across his chest. It was lonesome, being a Turk. People
still feared them so chances of finding someone to share his bed for an evening
were few and far between. As he was about to go and take a shower, someone
knocked on his bedroom door. He frowned a little but went to answer it anyway.
"Reno!" He said in surprise when his second in command's face appeared,
grinning and holding up a bottle of chocolate flavoured vodka.
"Yo, Director. I got us a li'l somethin'." He arched an eyebrow, waiting.
Tseng considered the strangely flavoured alcohol before smiling a little and
stepping aside, Reno walked past him and into his room. "A little late to be
calling on me, don't you think?" He said mildly as he went to the kitchen and
picked out two shot glasses from a cupboard. "And with alcohol no less. At
first glance it would appear that you were, perhaps, trying to seduce me." He
reappeared to find Reno lounging on the sofa, arms behind his head and a small,
lazy smile on his lips. His long legs stretched before him and his position
afforded Tseng a rather lovely view of his exposed stomach where his untucked
shirt rode up.
"Maybe I am, yo. What of it?" Reno raised an eyebrow again as Tseng moved
forward and pushed his feet off of the sofa so that he could sit at his side.
"Hm. Are you going through a bit of a dry patch then?" He asked as he picked up
the vodka and poured two shot glasses full.
"Ya know, me, yo. I never get dry patches." Reno winked roguishly and downed
his shot.
Tseng smiled as he lifted his own glass to his lips, watching Reno through
half-lidded eyes. "Perhaps it's not appropriate to seduce your boss, especially
when we've been so busy."
"I don' care, yo. I been waitin' for the chance ta get ya inta bed again an'
now I'm takin' it."
"I see." Tseng threw the shot back and winced. "That is horrible!" He exclaimed
and shivered.
Reno laughed. "Was a gift from Tifa, yo. She said it's really popular among the
kids."
"Kids? Meteor must have destroyed their taste buds." Tseng muttered, frowning
at the brown liquid. "It even looks like shit."
"Liquid shit. Yum." Reno laughed, pouring them both another glass. "You're
still drinkin' it, yo. No one else'll touch the stuff."
"Wonderful." Tseng winced again as he downed his shot. "Still vile." He mumbled
as he handed the glass back to Reno to re-fill.
They drank a few more shots before Reno sank back into the sofa. "I saw Strife
yesterday, yo. He was takin' a package to some guy in Kalm, we said a few
words. I'll tell ya somethin', boss, the kid's lightened up since the Sephiroth
incident. He actually smiles, would ya believe? He's got a pretty smile, yo...a
pretty ass too."
Tseng hummed to himself, the alcohol warming his chest pleasantly, despite its
dodgy taste. "I remember his ass rather well, or at least what it looked like
when he was in the infantry."
Reno blinked and then grinned. "I forgo' ya wen' on tha' mission with him an'
Fair, yo."
"I did. I wonder if he even remembers that?" Tseng mused softly, allowing Reno
to force another drink into his hand. "Modeoheim...I was injured there along
with Cloud while Zack was forced to deal with Angeal alone. I should have done
more..." Tseng trailed off and shook his head rapidly.
"Aint no good dwellin' on the past, yo." Reno said, leaning forward and
refilling Tseng's glass before taking a drink himself straight from the bottle.
"Wha's done is done, aint no goin' back. We can on'y try an' make up for the
shit we done." He smiled and Tseng returned the expression, he lifted his glass
and clinked it to the side of Reno's.
"To the future, then?"
"Yeah, Boss. A future." Reno's eyes sparkled and his smile broadened. "In all
honesty, I never though' I'd ge' one...when I was kid I never looked beyond
that day, when I joined you guys I coulda died any damned second an' then
Meteor fell an' I...I lived. There musta been a reason, righ'? I figured tha'
the reason was so I could make up for it. For everythin' I...I did." His eyes
flickered momentarily, as if something disturbed him and Tseng knew what it
was, he reached out and put a hand on Reno's thigh.
"As you said; there's no point dwelling on the past." Tseng leaned closer, his
eye lids lowering as Reno met him half way. A hand came up and brushed gently
through Tseng's hair, he tilted his head slightly and his lips met Reno's. "The
future." He breathed as he paused, dark eyes scanning his subordinates face
before his smile returned. Reno's tongue slid out from between his lips, he
lapped at Tseng's mouth who let out a soft whisper of a moan. He closed his
mouth on Reno's, his eyes sliding shut as he pushed his tongue into Reno's
mouth, his empty glass slid from his hand as he lifted them and pushed them
into Reno's hair, forcing out the tie holding it back. He could taste chocolate
on Reno's tongue, a far nicer version than the disgusting stuff in the bottle.
He pushed Reno backwards into the cushions, hearing a soft groan escape his
lips which he devoured. The sweet taste of chocolate suited Reno, Tseng
couldn't get enough of it. It had been far too long since he had allowed
himself to indulge in Reno's body, they had hardly had much time for anything
except the odd quick fuck on missions. Now he intended to savour him. Reno ran
delicate fingers through Tseng's long, satiny hair. It was so thick and black
it seemed to suck in the light and was heavier than was first apparent. Tseng
tugged on Reno's shirt, tearing at the buttons a little as he tried to get it
open without breaking the kiss. Reno was a little breathless, Tseng was the
best kisser he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting, his tongue was practically
magical. When he realised Tseng was having difficulty with his shirt, Reno
helped him undo it. When it fell open Tseng's hands slid beneath it, he
muttered something under his breath, it sounded like Reno's name as his fingers
found his nipples. Reno pulled out of the kiss reluctantly, gasping and arching
his back as he turned dark eyes onto his boss.
"Yo," He said hoarsely. "Le's take this inta the bedroom."
Tseng nodded and slid off of the sofa, helping Reno to his feet as he did so.
Together they made their way to the bedroom, Tseng paused at the door and
shoved Reno against it, causing it to knock loudly against the wall. He dragged
Reno's mouth to his again by a handful of Reno's hair and forced his tongue
into his mouth. He flicked it against Reno's tongue, forcing him to moan and
his hands to tug at his suit. Reno pulled away again and dragged Tseng towards
the bed, shedding his jacket with one hand as he went. He tossed it to the
floor and fell backwards, bouncing a little as Tseng fell on top of him. They
continued to kiss, breathing heavily as Reno ran both hands up Tseng's back.
Their hips moved against each other, the slow rocking motions barely noticed by
either of them as they panted into each others mouths. "Fuck." Reno hissed,
arching his back and closing his eyes. "Ah, shit...keep tha' up an' I'll
explode in my pants, yo." He muttered, fingers tightening on Tseng's jacket.
Tseng swallowed a lump in his throat before moving to his knees which were
planted either side of Reno's thighs and sliding his jacket off. It joined
Reno's on the floor. He tore his shirt out of his pants but before he could
even attempt to loosen his tie, Reno had grabbed it and wound it around his
fist. He dragged Tseng to him and kissed him again while his free hand slid
between their aching bodies. He grabbed Tseng's cock over the fabric of his
pants and squeezed lightly, making Tseng hiss and arch his own back, pushing
his cock deeper into Reno's firm palm. "H-Hurry." He managed to breath and Reno
smirked as he unzipped Tseng's fly and pushed his hand beneath the tight silk
of his boxers. "Reno..." Tseng whispered, his voice thick with desire and his
eyes alight. Reno wrapped his fingers around Tseng's erection and squeezed, he
moved his hand up slowly, circling the head with a thumb and watching his boss'
reactions intently. Finally Tseng grabbed his hand and stilled the movements,
he smiled down at Reno and kissed him deeply again. He pulled Reno's fly down
and forced his trousers over his hips and over one leg but that was as far as
he was bothered to go, there were far more enticing things he would rather be
doing than undressing. He moved down Reno's body, kissing and leaving tiny
bruises in his wake, listening to Reno's soft hissing curses. When he reached
Reno's erection he ran a finger slowly up it, watching the redhead writhe
before following the finger with his tongue. He slid his mouth over the tip and
sucked once before wrapping his tongue around the head and pulling away again.
"Reno...the draw..." He muttered, sliding a hand slowly up Reno's thigh. Reno
took a moment to realise what Tseng meant before rolling onto his side and
reaching for the draw in Tseng's bedside table. He took out some lube and
tossed it to Tseng who caught it.
"Guess I'm bottom tonigh', yo." Reno grinned and Tseng smiled as he slicked up
his fingers.
"I am far too stressed to allow you to do me tonight." Tseng said absently as
he ran his wet fingers around Reno's ass hole. He probed experimentally and
watched Reno's reaction, the man's face was so expressive it was quite
fascinating to watch.
"Fuck, hurry i-it up boss...I need ya inside me..." Reno grunted when the first
finger penetrated him and sighed in relief. Tseng licked his lips before going
down on Reno once again, he felt fingers curl into his hair again and tug while
Reno's hips jerked, forcing himself deeper. Tseng swallowed in reflex to
prevent himself from gagging as Reno thrust a little too forcefully, he would
have to punish him later for that. When he deemed Reno ready he added another
finger, feeling Reno's body tremble in reaction. He pulled away from Reno's
cock and licked his lips, lifting his eyes to look up Reno's taught body and
admire it as he prepared him. Reno had one hand in his hair, his face a picture
of ecstasy and his open shirt falling from his shoulders. Tseng smiled, it
really had been a long time since they had been together. He added another
finger just to tease and heard Reno curse, his legs spread wider and he made an
odd little gasping noise that went straight to Tseng's cock. He moaned in
response, causing Reno to look at him and smirk.
Finally Tseng pulled his fingers out and poured more lubrication into his
hands, he warmed it before coating his dick, eyes glued to Reno who was gazing
at him heatedly. He gripped Reno's hip with one hand, nails digging into tight
flesh as he used his other hand to line himself up with Reno's ass hole. Slowly
he slid inside, his eye lids lowering as tight heat encased him.
Reno groaned as Tseng filled him, he lifted his hips up to give his boss better
access and wrapped his legs around Tseng's waist. He drew him in closer,
encouraging him with soft noises before finally Tseng was fully seated. They
took a moment to breathe before Tseng drew back out, just as slowly. Reno
arched his back, hissing air through his teeth as Tseng pushed back in again.
The pace was slow and it was driving Reno insane, he reached down and wrapped
his fingers around his cock, moving his hand in time with Tseng's hips. Hands
glided up Reno's thighs, moving to his dark pubic hair and tugging lightly
before Reno opened his eyes a little and reached up with his free hand, he
snatched at Tseng's tie which was still around his neck and yanked himself up
with it until he was sat in Tseng's lap. "Impatient." Tseng hissed as the
position adjusted and Reno began riding him, he leaned in and kissed him
forcefully. "Fuck. You're so good." He whispered, nipping at Reno's ear and
listening to him grunt. Reno's pace was faster than Tseng's, his body moving
instinctively as he pawed at his boss, touching his chest, his hair, anything
he could reach. The bed creaked beneath them as Reno's thighs tensed with each
thrust, Tseng matched him perfectly as he bit and licked Reno's throat. He
caught hold of Reno's erection, his hand covering Reno's which was already
there. Reno's head fell back and he muttered Tseng's name deliriously.
Sweat broke out over their skin, their mouths were locked together and they
swallowed each others moans. Their movements became jerky, uncontrolled and it
wasn't long before Reno began shuddering as Tseng pushed him further and
further towards orgasm. He began to chant his bosses name, hissing it into his
talented mouth and listening to Tseng's soft, gasping breaths in reply. He felt
nails drag down his back, leaving behind sharp red lines. Tseng's teeth dug
into his bottom lip and he uttered a desperate grunt. His stomach tightened,
his body tensing and he very nearly stopped breathing as his balls drew in. He
tightened the hand he had on his cock and gave it a final twist, his ass
clamped down hard on Tseng who swore softly but continued his own ragged
thrusts into Reno's body as he came hard all over their stomachs.
Tseng lifted both hands and tangled them deep into Reno's sweaty hair, he
gripped it tightly, continuing to move with his lover before pleasure plunged a
dagger deep into his gut. "Reno." He grunted against Reno's wet lips and
trembled, his cock twitched inside Reno's body, making him moan and close his
eyes.
"S-shit. Shit boss." Reno gasped as they both slowly came down from their
highs. Tseng muffled a soft laugh into Reno's shoulder, running fingers softly
through red strands of hair as he took in the scent of their activities.
"Good?" He mumbled as he let Reno fall back onto the bed and drag him with him,
strong legs surrounded his waist in reluctance to let him go.
"Fuck yeah." Reno gasped, smiling up at Tseng happily. "Jus' wha' the doctor
ordered, yo."
Tseng shifted uncomfortably and Reno finally let him draw away, his hair slid
over one shoulder in a a wave of tangled, sweaty black. "Mmm. I believe that it
may benefit us greatly if we schedule this in as a regular meeting." Tseng said
as he collapsed beside Reno and kissed his lips gently.
"Sounds like a plan, boss." Reno sighed contentedly.
"I could get used to chocolate vodka, I think."
"Ya could?" Reno's eyes were drifting closed as Tseng pressed gentle kisses
over his shoulder.
"Hmm, yes. I like how it tastes on you."
***** Daddy Issues *****
By Amy
Zack sighed heavily, pulling his training bag across his shoulder and starting
towards the door where Angeal stood waiting.
"Ready? I've a meeting with Sephiroth, Genesis and the Director, and they've
been kind enough to let you come along. As I said earlier, please just listen."
Angeal pushed the button on the wall and the doors slid open. Zack rolled his
eyes, pulling at the collar around his neck.
"Yeah, yeah. I know already." He grinned at Angeal, who chuckled to himself.
The two made their way up several floors and along corridors that all looked
the same. "What happens in here?"
"Meetings, Zack."
"Is this an important one - the one we're off to?"
Angeal paused."It's important, but not important enough that you couldn't
attend. For serious meetings, only the First Classes go. Even more serious ones
are for the Director and Sephiroth." The large man stopped in front of a door
and took a pass from his pocket before swiping it through the card reader. The
door clicked, and opened to reveal a room with Genesis - who Zack had met a few
times - lounging in his chair with a variety of files on his desk. Sephiroth
sat opposite another man with blond hair, who Zack knew to be Lazard. Angeal
moved forwards, Zack in tow behind him.
"Why is the puppy here?" Genesis cocked an eyebrow as Angeal settled beside
him.
"Second Class Fair is here by request of Angeal," Lazard answered, not even
looking up from his paperwork he was reading. "He has been recognised as a
talented member of SOLDIER. Obviously this can be seen as he is under the
tutelage of a serving First Class." Lazard finally looked up, smiling slightly
at Zack who settled beside his mentor. "If we are ready, then the first order
of business is deciding drinks. Faye, will you please enter." Lazard turned his
head and watched as a woman entered the room. She looked around quickly before
bowing her head and pushing in the trolley with cups, a hot water machine of
some variety, and various hot drink packaging.
Faye took everyone's orders one by one. She reached Zack finally, who smiled
warmly at her. Her face flushed before she moved out of the room, Zack pushing
back on his chair to watch her leave.
"Zack, focus!" Angeal hissed, smacking his student upside the head. Zack
whined, rubbing the back of his head.
"Gods, sorry dad." He muttered flippantly. His muttering, however, was heard by
Genesis who turned slowly. "Did you just call Angeal 'dad'?"
Zack blinked, "n--no of course not! I know he's not my dad!"
"You have called him dad before, though." Sephiroth finally mused from the end
of the table, inspecting his gloves nonchalantly.
"What?! No, I didn't call him dad. Angeal isn't my dad, right da-Angeal?"
"You were gonna call him dad again." Genesis sniggered, flicking the hair from
his face.
"No I wasn't!"
"It did sound like you were going to call him dad." Lazard replied, smirking
lightly.
"I also heard you initially mutter dad at Angeal. Do not deny it, Second Class
Fair." Sephiroth glared down the table at the boy in denial.
Angeal held back a chuckle as he turned to Zack. "I had no idea you saw me in
such a way. If you have some deep-rooted father issues, I am happy to talk
about it with you."
Genesis snorted as Zack stared at his mentor in disbelief. He tried to stammer
out a response, but Genesis beat him to a reply. "Angeal, perhaps you have been
too fatherly towards him. You do treat him like a son when, ultimately, he
would be like an annoying little brother. Do you, perhaps, have some family
issues of your own?"
Angeal raised an eyebrow. "You are my annoying little brother, I don't need
another one." He playfully punched Genesis in the arm, grin on his face.
Sephiroth caught Lazard's eyes, a hint of something deeper in that usually
stoic gaze.
Zack stammered and stuttered, unsure if he was offended, confused or frustrated
that no one would let him speak. "It was an accident!" He finally blurted out.
"Why would I see Angeal as my dad - I know who my dad is!" The atmosphere
suddenly changed from light to heavy; Genesis, Sephiroth and Lazard all giving
him sharp glares.
"What? What did I say?" Zack gave Angeal a puzzled look. Angeal shifted on his
seat, now looking a little awkward. Zack, however, hadn't clicked. "I mean, we
all know who our dads are, yeah?" Zack looked around the table to see even
darker looks at him. He sunk into his seat, hoping Angeal would help him out.
"Angeal." Genesis bit out. "If you do not remove this puppy from the meeting
now, I am going to set fire to him."
"Genesis, he didn't mean-"
"This meeting is adjourned for now." Lazard finally said, standing from his
seat and leaving the room briskly. Sephiroth followed suit. Genesis glared at
Zack before huffing angrily and storming out.
"A-Angeal?" Zack was met with silence as Angeal nursed his tea in his hand, the
other clasped around his face. "Does everyone have daddy issues or something?"
The naive look on Zack's face said it all. Angeal removed his hand from his
face and let out a long sigh. "Son, you have no idea." There was a brief pause.
"Angeal."
"Yeah?"
"You know I'm not your son, right?" Angeal rounded on his student and batted
him around the head. He rose from his seat and headed towards the door. Perhaps
this was too early for Zack to be introduced to meetings - especially with the
others.
***** ShinRa Calendar 20XX. On Sale At Only 50 Gil, Offer Ends This Sunday.
*****
Chapter Notes
     Just a heads up, I do tend to use the age of consent in Britain
     (which is sixteen), being English it's just natural. So, when people
     refer to Zack being an adult at eighteen then by British law he IS.
     As for the older ones referring to them as 'kids' well, at my age
     everyone younger than me is a kid so I just automatically write that
     way. Sorry. The other SOLDIER's are their canonical ages too, so
     Genesis and Sephiroth are twenty and Angeal is twenty five, as they
     are in Crisis Core.
     Contains Voyeurism, many naked men and lots of perving.
     (This one is currently unfinished but I kind of lost my way with it,
     I hope what I have written is acceptable and as amusing as I think it
     is...although my sense of humour is weird)
By Kimmimaru
"It's for charity." Genesis said in a soft, wheedling voice as he pushed the
letter under Angeal's nose.
"Charity?" Angeal blinked down at the letter, taking it from his best friends
hands and scanning it. He sipped at his hot cup of tea and leaned back on the
comfortable sofa in the SOLDIER lounge. "Hm. I could do it if it's for a
Charity..." He said thoughtfully.
"The fan clubs would tear each other apart to get their hands on it, Angeal. It
would make a killing and look, we'd be helping those poor, helpless little
souls in the Slums." Genesis pointed at a picture of a skinny child with dirty
hair and large, pleading eyes. "They're going for fifty Gil a piece." He paused
and frowned a little. "The calenders, not the children. That would be weird."
"Ok. I'll do it." Angeal smiled at Genesis' surprise. "What, did you think I
wouldn't? It says here that it won't be full nudity; the important stuff is
going to be covered up."
"Yeah but I didn't expect you to agree so readily. I had this whole dramatic
speech planned out to try and convince you." He sniffed and took the letter
from Angeal as he sank onto the sofa at his side. "It's useless now. It was
really impressive too."
"I'm sure you'll find another situation where it would be appropriate." Angeal
assured him, taking another sip of his tea. "Who else has signed up?"
"Your puppy was very eager to do it, any excuse to get naked and he's on it
like a Jumping in heat. He's also roped in his little infantry friend, the
blond one. I'm going to ask Sephiroth too."
"He won't do it." Angeal said, shaking his head. "Nothing will convince him to
take his clothes off, he won't care about some children in the slums."
Genesis smirked deviously, brushing hair from his eyes as he stretched an arm
along the back of the sofa and leaned into Angeal. "Oh I know something that
would convince him."
"Oh no. Not one of your 'plans'..." Angeal sighed heavily and stood up. "Don't
get me involved this time, Genesis. I don't want to end up in Sephiroth's black
book again like last time."
"Oh no, trust me. This time he will jump at the chance to show the world what a
sexy body he has."
Angeal frowned at the eagerness on his friends face. "Do I want to know?"
Genesis grinned broadly. "Zack's little infantry friend is exactly Sephiroth's
type. Small, cute, blond and shy...he'll be very eager to see him naked."
"I see." Angeal sighed and shook his head. "Don't come running to me again when
he sets fire to your hair." He strode off, hearing Genesis chuckle maniacally.
XXX
The volunteers for the calendar gathered outside conference room 12 where they
had set up a temporary studio. Genesis leaned against the wall outside the
door, a smile on his lips as Sephiroth stood nearby looking uncomfortable.
Angeal checked his PHS and saw he had hundreds of messages from fans about his
rumoured appearance in the calender. It seemed that Genesis was correct, they
would make a lot of money for the poorer kids.
"Oh man, I can' wait, yo! This is gunna be my ticket inta so many pants."
The First Class SOLDIER's looked up at the sound of the voice and saw several
well dressed Turks walking down the corridor towards them. Angeal recognised
Tseng, Reno and Rude, all of whom he had worked with at one time or another. He
wasn't surprised to see the red head there, his reputation around ShinRa
proceeded him. What did surprise him, however, was the fact that behind them
came Lazard and then Reeve Tuesti. Lazard smiled when he saw the SOLDIER's, he
walked over to them. "Hello, Angeal." He said and turned to greet Genesis and
Sephiroth. "It's good to see you all taking part in this. I had hoped you
would."
"It's our pleasure to help out the poor." Angeal replied smoothly.
"Ah, this is Reeve Tuesti..." Lazard lifted a hand to indicate the man in the
blue suit.
"Yes, we've met." Genesis said and lifted a hand, Reeve took it with a smile.
"Genesis, it's good to see you again. Angeal, Sephiroth." He nodded to each of
them in turn. "I would like to thank you on behalf of the SCP for volunteering
for this. It is much appreciated that men of your calibre have decided to give
up your precious time."
"Trust me, Director, it's our pleasure." Angeal smiled.
"Hey! Hey! ANGEAL!"
Angeal turned to see Zack running down the corridor towards them, his bright
grin plastered over his face. He threw himself at his mentor who felt all the
air rush from his lungs as Zack's strong arms encased his waist. Zack laughed
as Angeal struggled to free himself. "Zack...Zack let go."
"Sorry." Zack stepped back and turned to drag a small blond boy wearing
infantry blues from seemingly nowhere. "Angeal, this is Cloud. He's gunna help
out."
"I see. Hello Cloud, my name's Angeal." He held out his hand with a gentle
smile.
Cloud blushed bright pink but managed to hold out his own hand and take
Angeal's, he was so tiny Angeal was terrified he was going to break him. "I-
It's good to meet you sir." He said softly.
"Well hello cutie." Genesis murmured from Angeal's side, running his eyes up
and down Cloud's body hungrily. "My name is Genesis Rhapsodos."
Cloud took Genesis' hand and offered another quiet, polite greeting. He smiled
a knowing smile. His blue eyes shone brightly as they moved over the First
Classes to land on Sephiroth. Everyone heard the tiny hitch in his breath and
Angeal smiled when Cloud's cheeks brightened in colour and his eyes became huge
in his face. Cloud licked his lips nervously as he gazed up at his hero. "S-
Sephiroth, s-sir. I-It's good to finally m-meet you."
Sephiroth's smile was small and Angeal saw the hunger in his gaze, although he
hid it far better than Genesis. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Cloud." He said
slowly, his voice forcing a small shudder from Cloud as they shook hands. The
poor boy looked like he was about to faint when Zack laughed and flung an arm
around his shoulders.
"Calm down, Cloud, you're gunna hyperventilate." Zack said softly, smoothing a
gloved hand through Cloud's spiky hair. The boy took a deep, slow breath and
let it out before lowering his head and hiding half his face in his scarf.
He's so fucking sexy. His voice...gods...if he talks like that normally I
wonder what he sounds like in the middle of sex? Cloud glanced back up at
Sephiroth and swallowed before looking back down at his boots. I've got a hard
on already. This is not good.
The last two people to appear were Veld and Rufus. Everyone looked up as they
approached, Veld greeted his Turks warmly and Reno laughed at something someone
said. Rufus looked over the group, cold eyes marking each of them before
landing on his half brother. A sneer etched itself across his face and Lazard
stiffened, hands clenching into fists. The tension increased until Angeal
worried there was going to be a fight, but the door opened and made some of
them jump.
"Ok, we're ready for you now." A woman said, smiling as she ran her eyes over
everyone. "Please come in." She stepped aside and they all filed into the room.
The table that would have normally sat in the centre of the room had been moved
aside to make room for a large white screen. Lights stood on poles, directed at
the screens. There were circles of reflective material, props and several
cameras on tripods. A man stood by one of these, frowning as he peered through
the view finder. The woman held out her arms in a welcoming gesture. "Welcome
to the first photo shoot of what we hope will be an annual calender for the
Slum Children's Project. The intention of this charity is to raise money for
the less fortunate people in the slums-"
Reno of the Turks cut the woman off. "How do we know the money's actually goin'
ta the kids, yo?" He asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at her.
"I can answer that." Reeve cleared his throat. "We are a registered charity and
therefore I can forward you the appropriate documents if you wish to view them,
Reno."
Reno cocked his head thoughtfully. "I'd wanna see 'em yo. People tend ta make
promises an' no' keep 'em."
"I understand." Reeve smiled. "Although, may I ask what your interest in this
is?"
Reno smiled, lifting both hands up in an open shrug. "I'm from the slums, yo. I
know people down there. I gotta look after my own."
"Of course." Reeve nodded. "Perfectly understandable, I will ensure the
documents are sent to you forthwith."
"Good." Reno seemed satisfied and the woman nodded.
"As I was saying; our aim is to improve the lives of orphans and poor children
who live beneath the plates. This calender is only the first step in our plans.
I would also like to thank everyone for showing up, we do appreciate that your
time is valuable and sadly limited. Your participation is most welcome." She
bowed briefly before straightening and continuing. "Now, we have assigned each
of you a month," She started handing out papers. "We have designed appropriate
scenes and props for our shoot and have assigned half hour segments for each of
you. Read through the programme carefully and, please, if you have any
questions feel free to ask. I will speak with the photographer." She walked
away and everyone bent their heads to read the programme.
XXX
JANUARY:
Rufus stood in his silk underwear and looked at the scene that had been set out
for him. It was classy and dignified, he had to admit he liked it. There was a
white leather chaise lounge, a piece of white satin encrusted in sparkling
diamontè's and a glass of bubbly champagne for him to drink. He stripped off
his boxers, ignoring his audience and arranged himself in an elegant pose on
the chaise lounge. The photographer awkwardly placed the white satin to cover
his cock before handing him the fluted glass. Rufus ran a hand through his hair
and locked eyes with the photographer who looked appropriately intimidated. He
heard a low whistle and his eyes darted to Reno who was smirking in the
shadows, a tiny smile tugged at his lips and a heated look crossed his face as
the camera flashed. He had only agreed to do it because Reno had begged him and
promised him a night of passion in exchange, in all honesty he couldn't have
cared less about the children. It did serve to show the populace that ShinRa
fully supported the charity, as his father had said when Rufus had proposed the
idea that he partake in the shoot. It would endear ShinRa to the people, not
that Rufus cared about that either; he only wanted to see Reno naked and
writhing underneath him.
The photographer took several more photo's, occasionally he came over to adjust
Rufus' position and sometimes the lights but finally they were done. Rufus
stood up, put his pants back on and went to stand with the others. As he moved
to stand beside Reno he heard a derisive snigger, he turned on his half-brother
angrily. "What is your problem?" He snapped.
Lazard smiled. "Oh, nothing."
"You just laughed. You have an issue with me, out with it."
"I just thought how strange it is to see the Presidents spoiled, bratty son
doing something for charity. Of course there would have to be diamonds and
champagne. Nothing less would do than for you to show off in front of the
world. You're so pathetic, it's rather sad."
Rufus gave him a hard, cruel smile. "At least father loved my mother. He just
got rid of yours at the first opportunity. Bratty I may be, Lazard, but do not
think for one second I am going to allow you to insult me and get away with
it."
"Don't you dare bring my mother into this, Brat!"
Rufus snorted, folding his arms across his chest and glaring at Lazard
heatedly. "Your mother was a whore, I will bring her up whenever I wish.
Bastard."
"Father couldn't have felt that strongly for your mother, Rufus, seeing as he
left her a while for mine."
Rufus' grey eyes flashed furiously. "She was a great woman, how dare you
besmirch her memory with your words!"
"Oh come off it, Rufus, your mother was a fool if she didn't notice her husband
straying."
Rufus stepped closer but Reno grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back, he
leaned into him, resting one hand on the Vice President's hip. He leaned close,
lips brushing Rufus' ear while his eyes remained locked on Lazard as if waiting
for him to make a move. "Vice Pres, calm down." Reno whispered softly, his
voice oddly soothing. Rufus unclenched his fists and took a deep breath. "He
aint worth it, yo." Reno slid his hand around Rufus' waist and pulled him back
again, drawing him further into the small group of Turks who closed ranks
around him. "Hm. You looked good lyin' there surrounded by diamonds." Reno
muttered into Rufus' ear, smirking as he nipped playfully at the lobe. "Maybe
ya could dress up fancy for me sometime, huh?"
Rufus tore his gaze away from his half-brother and smiled at his lover.
"Perhaps, pet." He cooed, running a hand down Reno's neck slowly. "We will have
to see."
Reno grinned and Rufus allowed him to kiss him lightly before drawing away
again.
FEBUARY:
Reno held up the red loin cloth doubtfully, arching an eyebrow at the woman who
had given it to him. "Ya wan' me ta wear this, yo?" He asked.
"If you would." The woman said, shifting nervously.
Tseng sniggered, trying and failing to turn it into a cough. Reno shot him a
glare but sighed heavily, a small flush staining his cheeks as he pulled down
his boxers and began fitting himself into the loin cloth. "I's for the
children, yo." Reno muttered as he turned to a full length mirror that had been
set up for them to use. "I look like a fool."
Tseng lost it. He bent double, one hand covering his mouth and his eyes
squeezed shut as he tried to stifle the giggles. "Oh...oh Reno...you...you look
like a...a..." He couldn't finish his sentence and Veld grinned helplessly.
"Yeah, yeah. I look like an idiot, yo." Reno grumbled, picking up the bow and
arrow set he had been given as well. He yanked the tie out of his hair and let
it cascade around his shoulders. "Ah well, I got a nice ass, yo." He turned his
back on the mirror and admired his ass. "Uh-huh. We're gunna make a killin'."
Rude smirked. "I didn't realise Valentines day cherubs were a fetish." He ran
his hidden eyes over Reno's body. "I like the gold body glitter, it suits you."
"Shut your mouth, yo." Reno pushed Rude lightly in the shoulder as he followed
the woman onto the set. The background was red with fluffy heart cushions,
heart confetti and lots of gold shimmer. He sighed and waited for instruction
on how he should pose. The photographer made him draw the bow and stand side-on
to the camera but turned his upper body to face it. Reno held the pose while
the camera clicked away until the man got him to try other poses. Finally his
turn was over and he went to stand by Rude. Rufus was waiting for him, smiling
deviously. "Say a word, yo, an' I'll no' let ya touch me for a week." Reno
grumbled.
"Perhaps we can keep that loin cloth, that colour suits you." Rufus murmured
into Reno's ear as he slid a hand down his back, making the red head shiver
delightfully. "I will need to purchase some body glitter too, it seems."
"I'd get your sheets sparkly, yo." Reno replied a little breathlessly as Rufus'
hand explored the round curve of his backside.
"It is an irritation I could overlook in your case."
"Tha's no' reassurin'." Reno let Rufus' lips brush his before pushing him away
and smirking playfully.
"I'm sure I could reassure you, cherub."
"Fuck you, yo." Reno shook his head and turned to watch the others get
photographed.
March:
Angeal was dressed in a small apron that barely covered anything, he stood
uncertainly before a table with lots of plants on, in one hand he held a trowel
and wore gardening gloves. He was utterly naked beneath the apron and felt
horribly exposed, he heard Genesis sniggering in delight but couldn't turn to
glare at him. The camera man moved him so that his ass was on display and began
snapping away.
"This is...disturbing." Zack muttered to Cloud from where they stood wearing
fluffy dressing gowns. "It's like watching my dad...ugh..." He shivered and
made a face as Cloud giggled.
"I think he looks uncomfortable." Cloud said.
"Yeah. He's not much of an exhibitionist but he's weak when it comes to trying
to help people."
Cloud smiled when he heard the respect in Zack's voice.
"He's got a nice body, I keep trying to tell him he needs to show it off more."
Genesis sighed and heard Sephiroth chuckle.
"I believe he's not happy about exposing so much of himself."
"No but he has nothing to be ashamed of." Genesis shook his head slowly,
leaning back against the wall as he watched Angeal's face slowly grow a
brighter red as he was forced into more and more provocative poses. "Must be
hard to look sexy wearing an apron and gardening gloves." Genesis mused and
covered his mouth to stifle another laugh. Angeal's broad chest was now
glistening with sweat from the heat of the lights, he lifted an arm and wiped
some perspiration from his brow, ignoring the click of the camera and
concentrating determinedly on the plants in front of him. He admired the
gardenias and absently pulled off a few of the browner looking blossoms. One of
the marigolds looked wilted so he picked up the green watering can by his side
and fed it, carefully pruning a few sad looking leaves. He frowned a little,
not happy with the terrible mistreatment of the plants. They were props, yes,
but they were still living and needed to be tended properly. It wasn't nice to
see such beauty so degraded. He bent over and made a noise of disgust as he
noticed that even the cactus was brown, its spines falling off.
"He seems to be getting into this." Sephiroth said, watching Angeal bend over
so his bare ass was more prominent. "His fan club will buy out all the panty
stocks in Midgar, having ruined their own."
Genesis laughed loudly at that, causing Angeal to look over and blink at him
bewilderment. Finally his turn was over and he gratefully went to put his
uniform back on.
APRIL:
The set was a gym, there were weights on the floor, an image of one of the
larger SOLDIER gyms on the screen and a set of lockers to one side. Zack stood
butt naked before the camera, holding a towel in one hand as he waited for
instructions. He felt eyes on him and turned to see Cloud watching him, Zack
flashed him a grin full of perfect white teeth and got a small smile in reply.
He was told to cover his crotch with the towel which he did and lifted an arm
on impulse to run fingers through his hair. He stood at an angle to the camera
and gave the camera man a sultry smirk over his shoulder. He had been sprayed
with a light coating of oil that made his muscles stand out even better and
make it look as if he had just come from a nice, hard work out. He winked and
poked his tongue out at the camera, loving the attention. His eyelids lowered
halfway and he smiled again, running his hand down his slick chest and parting
his lips a little. The camera flashed and the camera man seemed excited to have
a model who was so into it.
Cloud watched with wide eyes, his own lips parted and his breathing a little
heavy. Zack looked impossibly sexy. His cheeky smile, his firm, rippling
muscles...Cloud swallowed hard and shifted awkwardly. He was glad he was
dressed in a fluffy dressing gown and decided to invest in two of the calenders
to view at his leisure.
"Who the hell taught him to act like that?" Angeal asked sharply, sending a
glare at Genesis who widened his eyes in offence.
"I had nothing to do with this, Angeal!"
"Yeah, right. You corrupted him. He's been spending too much time with you."
"Oh come on, I don't need to corrupt him. You need to learn to accept that your
little Puppy is a natural flirt...an incredibly sexy flirt." He added, licking
his lips at Zack as he moved through several poses. "Gods, his ass looks
delicious." He breathed. "I am so glad I signed up for this."
"That is disgusting. He's a kid." Angeal muttered irritably.
"He's not a kid, Angeal." Genesis rolled his eyes. "He's eighteen, give him a
break."
"Look at him though! He's acting like a-a...a whore!"
"He's acting like himself." Genesis replied, shrugging. "So, he's sexy and he
knows it. You're too proper, Angeal. Lighten up and enjoy the show."
Angeal grumbled to himself, folding his arms across his chest as he frowned at
Zack's erotic performance.
When Zack was finished he turned to Angeal and grinned before walking over to
Cloud and pulling him into a greasy hug. "What did you think of that? Was I
sexy?"
"It was...good..." Cloud managed as he disengaged himself from the hug in case
Zack felt his erection through the dressing gown. "Go put some clothes on
you're all oily and its disgusting." He said with a small smile.
"Ah, you love it, Spiky." He winked deviously and whistled as he went to get
changed, completely unconcerned by his nakedness or the fact that the eyes of
Reno and Genesis followed him.
MAY:
Someone had scattered buckets of sand over the floor and it scratched at Rude's
bare feet as he stood awkwardly in front of the small audience. He gripped the
colourful beach ball in both hands and tried not to drop it. His sunglasses
threatened to slide off his face due to the fact he was sweating badly, it was
hot under the lights and he hated so many people watching. Rude had never been
comfortable in the centre of attention and now he was naked with nothing but a
beach ball covering his groin. He set his mouth in a hard line and glared at
the photographer who sighed in irritation. "You're at a beach, you're supposed
to be having fun you could at least look like you're enjoying yourself."
Reno's laughter made Rude shift slightly. He grunted and forced his face to
relax, putting on a smile that made the photographer wince as if he was in
pain. "Gods that's terrible. Ok, just look normal." Rude forced back the urge
to lob the ball at the stupid man's head and let his face fall into a neutral
expression. He knew this was a bad idea but Reno had a way of convincing him,
his wheedling had finally broken his resolve and now he was here, making an
utter fool of himself. For charity. He decided that the next time he saw a slum
kid, he was going to punch them.
Cloud cocked his head to the side as he stood beside Zack. "He's massive." He
muttered and Zack snorted.
"Cock the size of an Elphadunk's." He replied, causing Cloud to giggle.
"If anyone let that up their ass they'd be in trouble. Probably need medical
attention."
"Cure won't do much good, would it?" Zack grinned and Cloud nudged him in the
ribs. "He'd probably rip you into two pieces."
"That would really hurt."
The photographer muttered irritably as he tried to get Rude to change position,
finally, however, he gave up. "Fine. You're done. I really don't think there's
much to work with with you...despite your-ah-assets." His eyes flicked down to
Rude's enormous cock before he cleared his throat and averted his gaze. "Next!"
Rude threw the beach ball directly into Reno's face before the red head could
even speak a word, Reno fell back into the wall, covering his bleeding mouth
with one hand. "Yo, what the hell man?!" He shouted.
"Don't ever make me do anything like this again." Rude grumbled, glaring at his
partner.
"Alrigh' sorry, yo. You split my lip!" He looked down at the blood staining his
hand. "Tha's no' fair."
Rude grunted before moving off to get dressed.
JUNE:
The whole room was silent as Cloud walked unsteadily over to the sky blue
background, he looked at the cameraman who told him to remove his dressing gown
and sit on his knees. Cloud did as he was asked and the props woman came over
to cover him in bright yellow chocobo feathers. They covered his cock well but
left the rest of him revealed. He looked up at the photographer, a light blush
on his cheeks and his eyes wide.
"Holy mother Gaia." Zack hissed, eyes glazed with lust as he stared intently at
Cloud. He was sitting with his knees spread, the yellow feathers disguising his
intimate parts. His chest was slim but evenly muscled, his hair dusted with
feathers. "He's...I just...Gaia..." The background was a beautiful sky blue
that reflected his eyes which shone brightly under the harsh lights. Zack's
cock stood hard in his constricting pants and he had to shift his position
several times, he couldn't look away.
"Oh man...that's hot." Reno muttered, licking his lips greedily as he eyed
Cloud with intense interest.
"Adorable." Rude muttered and made the other Turks give him surprised looks.
Rude shifted. "I mean he's cute...like a kitten or baby chocobo. I'm not gay."
He added and made Reno snort. "Shut up."
Reno moaned as Cloud moved into different positions. "Fuck. I'm gunna need a
wank after this." He breathed.
"It is a little warm in here." Tseng muttered, tugging at his shirt collar and
surprising his underlings. "What?" He raised an eyebrow. "I'm human too."
"Sure thing, boss." Reno grinned.
"He is a rather beautiful specimen." Rufus agreed quietly, causing Reno to look
at him with wide eyes. "I would ask him to join us in our bed if I thought he
would agree."
Reno uttered a strange, choked noise as he imagined having a threesome with
Rufus and Cloud. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm really gunna need ta take a bathroom
break if this keeps up, yo."
Cloud's eye lids lowered, a tiny smirk curling his lips as he listened to the
soft whispers around him. He knew what he looked like, he knew the affect he
could have on people. He looked innocent but he was far from it. He forced his
expression back into one of blank naivety, remembering himself just as the
camera flashed. He put one hand beneath the feathers, the heat from the lights
making his face warm and giving the impression of a blush. He looked down in
feigned shyness and heard a sharp intake of breath, he risked looking up
through his eyelashes to see Sephiroth standing rigid behind the photographer.
The General's eyes were wide as they bore into Cloud, his hands clenched
tightly into fists at his sides. A chill raced down his spine and Cloud
swallowed and looked away, his eyes moved to Zack who was gazing at him in a
way he never had before. His eyes were heavily lidded, his lips parted and
Cloud could almost feel his arousal. He smiled brightly at his friend who's
lips lifted in return. Oh yes, Cloud knew exactly what he was doing. He
returned his attention back to the camera and cocked his head to the side,
causing feathers to fall from his hair and drift down into his lap.
Genesis hissed air through his teeth. "This is far better than I ever
anticipated." He whispered as Cloud leaned back on one hand, looking at the
camera and licking his lips. "By the Goddess, I'm going to come in my pants if
he keeps this up." He imagined having the boy spread out on his bed, legs
parted, blush on his cheeks and eyes dark with desire. He had to reach down and
adjust his erection.
"Genesis, he's a kid!" Angeal said in horror.
"Is he? That look on his face says differently." Genesis nodded at Cloud as he
smiled over at Zack. "He's got the hots for your puppy."
"That's..." Angeal trailed off as he saw Zack's face. "...Zack." He groaned,
lifting a hand to his face and sliding it over his eyes. "This was a terrible
idea, Genesis."
"It was a brilliant idea." Genesis smirked.
"I want him." Both men turned to see Sephiroth gazing at the boy intently, his
eyes locked onto Cloud's bare chest. "He is beautiful."
"Sephiroth." Angeal shook his head. "Not you too."
Sephiroth turned slowly and blinked at him. "I have appetites that must be
satisfied." He said with a shrug. "You cannot deny that the boy is talented."
"He's pretty but not my type. I prefer breasts, as you damn well know." Angeal
shook his head. "He's also not as innocent as he's pretending, can't you see
that look in his eyes? That boy knows exactly what he's doing and the effect
he's got on everyone here." He lifted a hand to indicate Cloud and then swept
it over the room in general. Everyone was watching Cloud with hunger. "If he's
not careful he's going to end up forced into some sort of orgy."
"Orgy?" Zack's rough voice made Angeal blink and turn on his eager student.
"With who? Cloud? Can I join in?" He grinned broadly.
"Mm. Yes I could agree to an orgy with that little twink." Genesis hummed,
smiling at Zack's glowing expression.
"You lot are disgusting. I'm disappointed in you Zack." Angeal snapped sternly.
"What have I done? Cloud's had orgy's before! He lives in the barracks, he's
not a blushing virgin."
Angeal's eyes widened as he turned in surprise to look at the boy who was
having the longest session yet as the photographer got ever more excited.
"What?!"
"Yeah, man. He's a deviant." Zack rubbed the back of his neck, gazing at his
friend with strangely dark eyes.
"This was a terrible idea. I regret agreeing to this." Angeal sighed and shook
his head. "There's no hope for any of you is there?"
"Would he agree if I propositioned him?" Sephiroth asked suddenly, obviously
not having listened to the conversation at all.
"Oh yeah, he would." Zack nodded fervently. "He's got the biggest crush on you,
sir."
Sephiroth smiled in a way that made Angeal want to smack his head into a wall.
He was surrounded by a bunch of horny, uncontrollable animals.
JULY:
Tseng slowly unwrapped his towel as he moved so that he was lying in the pool
filled with steaming water. The scene was supposed to resemble a hot springs,
the water was warm but not hot enough to really make him relax. He sighed and
pursed his lips, his eyes moving to the photographer as he adjusted things to
his liking. Tseng rarely let his hair down but now it cascaded over his
shoulders like a heavy black mantle, he saw Reno eyeing him appreciatively and
smiled to himself. He was thin but his muscles were hard, he worked out every
day and was in peak condition. Not many people knew he spent a lot of time
practising hand to hand martial arts as well as shooting. A black belt in Judo,
Karate and a multitude of other combat styles he was incredibly fit and lean.
Even his fellow Turks seemed surprised but impressed by what they saw, he had
to admit it inflated his ego a little to see the awe on their faces. He looked
over to see Zack arching an eyebrow curiously. Tseng had rather enjoyed
admiring Zack's firm rear and so smiled in return to the SOLDIER's expression.
He had agreed to come along, originally, just to observe but Reno had convinced
him to take part and he was now enjoying himself immensely. He leaned back in
the shallow tub filled with enough water to cover his cock, he let his hair
slide over his shoulders and pool against the fake rocks at his back. Slowly he
stretched both arms out to either side of himself and gazed up at the
photographer who clicked away rapidly, muttering to himself.
"Tseng's go' an impressive body, yo." Reno said in surprise.
"Hm." Rufus agreed, eyeing the Turk as he leaned back to expose his chest to
full advantage. "I admit I never saw him in that way before but now..." He
trailed off and arched an eyebrow at Reno who grinned.
"Ya wan' me an' the boss together? Man, that'd be hot, yo."
"I would like to watch." Rufus mused, imagining how Reno's red hair and Tseng's
black would mingle on his white satin sheets. "Yes. It would be beautiful to
see."
"A little weird, yo. He's my boss." Reno shrugged. "Bu' I wouldn' say no."
"Good." Rufus' eyes lit up in excitement at all these new and fascinating
possibilities.
"I swear I'm the only straight Turk in our department." Veld sighed, shaking
his head slowly. "Even the girls fool around with each other."
"Sir." Rude reminded him of his presence.
"You just called that infantry soldier 'adorable'..." Veld reminded him, making
Rude blush and smiling in amusement.
"I meant he was cute in a-oh never mind, sir." Rude fell silent and glared at
Tseng as he stepped out of the shallow pool and wrapped a towel back around his
waist.
August:
"Naked Lazard on my birthday." Cloud muttered to Zack as they stood in the dim
shadows and watched Lazard sitting on top of a desk with papers in his lap,
covering his groin. "Yay." He said sarcastically.
Zack snorted and Angeal sent him a disproving glare. "He's all right, Cloud. A
little mean sometimes but ok in general."
"But I have to look at that," Cloud waved a hand in Lazard's direction. "For a
whole month and on my birthday...I can think of far better things to be looking
at." His eyes darted to Zack and he smirked playfully before looking away
again.
Zack slid an arm around Cloud's waist and pulled him to his side. "You can just
use my pic, cut it out and stick it to August." He whispered in his ear. "I
know you liked it."
Cloud uttered a low moan as Zack's hand slid down his back to squeeze his ass.
He looked up at his friend, scanning him intently before grabbing Zack's wrist
and tugging him towards the door. "Let's get some air for a minute...it's
getting kinda hot in here." He breathed heavily and Zack's eyes lit up in
excitement.
"Fuck Cloud...yeah...let's go." he twisted his hand until he was holding
Cloud's wrist before pulling him towards a small cupboard, large enough only
for two of them.
Cloud frowned. "Don't you want to go somewhere a little more...private?" He
asked, raising an eyebrow.
Zack sniggered, looking up to see several people watching them. "No. We'll do
it here. Come on." He opened the door and caused more eyes to land on them as
he pushed Cloud inside, squeezing his ass as he did so. He looked over his
shoulder at Angeal's horrified look and poked his tongue out at him.
"Zack an' Cloud are gettin' it on, yo." Reno hissed, grabbing Rude's sleeve and
tugging excitedly.
"I don't care." Rude replied, shrugging his partner off and giving him an
irritated frown.
Rufus turned and saw the SOLDIER push the infantryman into the cupboard,
looking over at them and grinning as he squeezed Cloud's ass obviously. Reno
shifted from one foot to the other before he began inching towards the cupboard
as the door closed. "I gotta hear this, man." He muttered. Rufus smirked and
watched Reno edge closer to the cupboard until he was stood by the side of the
door like a guard, he leaned close and frowned as he listened to what was
happening within.
Lazard saw the movement out of the corner of his eye as he pretended to read
the papers in his lap. He pushed his glasses further up onto his nose and heard
mutterings through the room. He looked up in irritation to see that even the
camera man had left his post and was gathered with some others around a
cupboard door. "What the hell is going on?" Lazard frowned as he saw his half-
brother there, his chest pressed against his pet Turks back as they leaned
against the door and listened.
"Ah...f-fuck Cloud..." Zack groaned as Cloud sat on his knees before him, his
cock shoved deep down his throat. "They're listening..." He muttered, pushing
one hand into Cloud's fluffy hair and tugging the unruly spikes as he watched
Cloud suck him off. He was perched on one of the tables that had graced the
centre of the conference room, his legs apart, his trousers dangling off of one
foot. He could hear soft mutters outside the door and grinned down at his
friend. Cloud was flushed and seemed to be getting off on the fact that they
were being listened to, his moans were slowly growing louder as Zack thrust
into his mouth. "Yeah, that's right...suck me harder, bitch!" Zack cried
loudly, throwing his head back and forcing Cloud to pull away and laugh loudly.
"Fucking hell Zack, way to kill the mood!" Cloud giggled and wiped his lips on
the back of his hand, his eyelids lowered seductively as he got to his feet and
leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Zack's lips. His tongue slid out from
between his own lips and he teased Zack's mouth with his own. Whenever Zack
tried to deepen the kiss Cloud drew away, running his tongue slowly over Zack's
mouth and forcing a strange, stuttered sigh from him. Finally Cloud opened his
mouth and let Zack's tongue join his. Zack groaned and wrapped his arms around
him, he slid off of the table and turned Cloud around, pushing him against the
table instead. He shoved a hand down Cloud's trousers and ran his fingers up
his straining erection. Cloud shivered in his arms and Zack held him closer, he
whispered Cloud's name into his mouth and unzipped his fly, pulling his
trousers down to his ankles.
Reno shuddered, eyelids lowering as he heard soft grunts and groans coming from
the cupboard. No one was paying attention to Lazard who seemed pretty pissed
that everyone's attention was now on Zack and Cloud.
"F-Fuck Zack...harder...uhn...yeah..."
"Man, Cloud sounds hot." Reno groaned, feeling Rufus pressing against his back.
"He has a lovely voice." Rufus murmured into Reno's ear, sending hot breath
over his neck and smirking a little as his Turk shivered.
"Yo, Tseng, are there cameras in there?" Reno asked suddenly, turning his eyes
to Tseng who was also listening intently.
Tseng blinked at him blearily. "Hm? Yes, I believe so..." He trailed off and
his eyelids lowered, a devious smirk crossed his face. "We shall have to review
the footage for...security reasons." He said slowly, voice a little thick as
Cloud made a low sound that sent heat straight into his cock.
"I can' handle this, yo. I'm gunna fuckin' come in my pants." Reno hissed,
sliding a hand down to his erection and squeezing it through his trousers.
Rufus hummed in agreement as he reached out and gripped Reno's wrist.
"Not yet, Reno." He whispered, nipping at Reno's ear and making him groan.
"Have patience."
"Fuck. I aint go' none o' tha'."
Rufus chuckled. "I noticed."
"Shit Cloud...you're so fucking good..."
"Zack sounds amazing." Genesis hummed, leaning over Tseng's back to listen in
too. Angeal glared at them from his position near the set. He had no desire to
listen to his student shagging. Lazard was stood at his side, now wearing
underwear and looking a little peeved.
Cloud gave a loud cry and everyone sucked in a sharp breath as Zack muttered
something incomprehensible. Reno licked his lips, eyelids lowering and
breathing heavily as Rufus continued to restrain his hand. He had never been so
horny in his life and it was driving him nuts.
"Zack...Zack...More...Zack, gods, please I-I c-can't..."
"Shh...Just come for me, Cloud."
Reno moaned and closed his eyes, his gut twisting violently as he shuddered in
Rufus' grip. He felt the Vice President pushing his own erection against his
backside and felt the first ripples of an orgasm spreading through his taught
body. "Oh...Oh fuck..." His eyes widened as he grit his teeth, desperate to
control himself. He had never just come without some sort of physical
stimulation before but the combination of the two men in the cupboard moaning
and Rufus' small, regular thrusts against his ass was actually pushing him over
the edge. Rufus' hand tightened on his wrist and he heard his sharp intake of
breath as Reno suddenly tensed, he pushed his hips into his hand which was
frozen by Rufus' grip millimetres away from his cock and groaned heavily as he
felt it twitch beneath his fingers. Wetness spread through his underwear and
into his trousers as he shuddered through his orgasm, Rufus' hands covering his
and his heavy breathing loud in his ear.
Cloud had his legs wrapped firmly around Zack's waist, his back against the
table as he gripped Zack's hair tightly in both fists. He buried his face in
Zack's throat and panted as his cock spurted hot, sticky fluid over their
stomachs. He could feel Zack filling him with his come and it sent shock waves
through his body so intense he felt he could have blacked out. It had been fast
and hard but Cloud didn't care, he was just glad to release some of the tension
that had been plaguing him since hearing Sephiroth speak his name. Slowly he
untangled his hands from Zack's hair and let out a slow, heavy sigh as Zack
straightened and looked down at him with a lazy smile. "Hey, you all right?" He
whispered, running a gentle hand through Cloud's hair affectionately.
"Gods yes." Cloud replied, grinning. "That was the best sex I've had in a long
time."
"Mm. Tell me about it." Zack replied heavily, leaning down to capture Cloud's
lips in a deep, probing kiss. When he drew away he straightened and gently
pulled out of Cloud's body, watching in concern as he winced. "Did I hurt you?"
"No...I just ache. But it's a good ache." He assured him.
"Good. I gotta be careful, I'm enhanced and you're not...I could do some damage
without realising."
Cloud shook his head, making his sweaty hair fall into his eyes. "I like it."
He whispered and licked his lips slowly, making Zack groan again.
"You'll make me hard again if you carry on like that."
"Sorry." Cloud giggled and sat still while Zack dressed himself. "You reckon
they got off listening to us?" He asked, smirking deviously.
"Yeah. No doubt. We're pretty fucking hot together, Cloudy." He winked and they
laughed before Cloud slid off the table and began getting dressed again.
Sephiroth backed up a step and bumped into Genesis who stumbled and nearly fell
as the door of the cupboard opened to reveal Cloud and Zack looking sexily
ruffled. The photographer was pink in the face and he cleared his throat,
lifting his camera and sneakily snapping a picture of the two of them together.
He then slipped away and returned to his tripod. Sephiroth's eyes raked Cloud,
noting the sweat drying on his hair, the way his uniform was hung a little
loosely on him as it was untucked and unzipped half way down his chest. Zack
ran fingers through his hair, trying to tame it as he dragged Cloud to his side
and smiled at Genesis.
"You two need to learn some control." Angeal said as he glared sternly at Zack
and Cloud. "This is indecent behaviour and could have you both reprimanded."
"Sorry sir." Cloud muttered, although he didn't look all that sorry as he ran a
hand down Zack's back and pinched his ass before walking away looking
satisfied.
Zack watched him go, smiling a little stupidly and Angeal shook his head with a
deep sigh. "Wipe that idiotic look off your face young man. You do realise he
manipulated everyone in this room, don't you?"
Zack blinked at his mentor and grinned. "Yeah, man. 'Course I do. He's a little
demon."
"You knew?" Angeal's eyes widened. "And yet you still shagged him?"
"I'm not gunna turn that down." Zack waved a hand at Cloud who was now
surrounded by Genesis, Sephiroth, Reno and Rufus. Cloud was looking very
pleased with himself as the men flirted shamelessly with him. "He's got some
moves, Angeal. His tongue...man..." Zack shook his head with a small smile.
"I don't think I will ever understand you." Angeal sighed.
SEPTEMBER:
Angeal cringed a little as Genesis stripped off his underwear in one fluid
movement, he strode naked and confident towards the red leather chaise lounge
draped in cloth in rich autumnal shades. He settled himself down on the seat,
lounging back and covered his cock with his well worn copy of LOVELESS. He
winked at Angeal who shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. He
lifted a hand and pushed his fingers into his hair and threw his head back
dramatically, one arm dangling elegantly over the side of the seat, fingers
brushing the floor. The camera man wolf whistled appreciatively and began
snapping away with his camera.
Sephiroth sighed, pulling out his PHS from his pocket and checking some
messages. He had seen enough of Genesis' body to last him a life time, the man
rarely wore clothes. He remembered the one time they had had a drunken fling,
or attempted to, but it had turned into a vicious fight for dominance that had
ended up with both of them in the medical ward surrounded by confused doctors
as they had wounds in places that one did not normally display to the public.
It had been a disaster and so they had not attempted it again. They clashed far
too much to ever have any chance of having sex together and they were happy to
leave it that way after that last disastrous experiment. Sephiroth remembered
Hojo's anger clearly and smirked to himself, Hojo hated the fact that he had
befriended Angeal and Genesis and the fact that he didn't find women
attractive. Hojo had spent a good long time muttering about how he had wanted
to 'breed' Sephiroth, which was a really weird thing to say but Hojo was weird
so Sephiroth had ignored it, only to discover later that he was incapable of
producing biological children anyway so it was all moot. Not that he cared, he
disliked children on principle.
"Genesis' fanclub have already begun to place orders for the calender."
Sephiroth observed and showed Angeal the 'Red Leather' website on his phone.
"Well at least some good will come out of this." Angeal muttered, sending
another glare over at his student who was groping Cloud in a corner and
watching Genesis model at the same time. "When did Zack become such a
degenerate?" He sighed sadly.
Sephiroth looked up, seeing Zack's hand cupping Cloud's ass. "He's a big boy,
Angeal. He's not a child." He returned his attention to his phone and lifted a
hand to sweep hair from his eyes.
"I know but I never taught him to be so...so..." Angeal struggled with the
right words for a moment before shrugging and giving up. "So like Genesis." He
sighed.
Sephiroth smirked over at Angeal. "Zack Fair has always been a horrible flirt,
Angeal. The only difference is is that he's doing it in front of you and you're
actually noticing. You are not his father."
"I hope he's being sensible about his sexual escapades." Angeal muttered
darkly. "I wouldn't want him to end up in the medical wing because of some
disease or infection."
Sephiroth blinked at him slowly, lowering his phone. "Angeal, he's SOLDIER." He
said.
"And?" Angeal looked at him in confusion.
"The Mako SOLDIER are showered in destroys disease and infections, it boosts
the immune system so the enhanced person doesn't get sick. He can't contract
anything."
"How do you know that?" Angeal asked in surprise.
"Hojo." Sephiroth mumbled, returning his attention to Genesis who was now
holding a dumbapple out to the camera like he was in some stupid play. "He
explained it to me when I became sexually active."
"That's news to me." Angeal blinked over at Zack and sighed again. "Well, I
guess this means my protests are pointless."
"Yes." Sephiroth turned his attention to Cloud again, remembering the sounds he
had made while locked in the closet. He wondered how he could best approach
him. "Cloud is a truly attractive boy." He said quietly.
"Yeah, apparently so." Angeal frowned.
"You two weren't even paying attention!" Genesis snapped as he strode angrily
over to his friends and put his hands on his hips. He was still naked.
"Damn it, Genesis! Put some clothes on!" Angeal gasped in shock. "I do not want
to see your cock."
Genesis looked down at himself and shrugged. "Everyone wants to see my cock."
He said but his frown soon returned. "I was putting on a great show and
everything but my best friends weren't even watching!" He snapped.
Sephiroth rolled his eyes. "I've seen it all before, Genesis. It's not that
exciting."
"What?!"
"Genesis, you walk around naked the second you get back to your apartment,
whether we're with you or not." Angeal sighed. "Seriously, go put some clothes
on!"
"No." Genesis folded his arms over his chest and glared petulantly at Angeal.
"I am proud of my body and will not hide it to appease your ridiculous sense of
propriety."
"Here he goes again." Sephiroth sighed, still gazing at Cloud as he was
laughing at Zack and Reno who seemed to be competing for his attention. It was
like watching two dogs battle over a bitch in heat, Sephiroth smirked at the
comparison.
"What does that mean?!" Genesis snapped.
Sephiroth turned his eyes to his friend, his face expressionless. "It means
that we've heard this speech a thousand times, almost as often as he we hear
that absurd poem of yours."
"Ugh! You two are so infuriating! I deserve better friends!" Genesis turned on
his heel and stalked off, grabbing up his uniform as he went. "I hope your
cocks fall off!" He shouted back at them and Angeal and Sephiroth laughed.
 
OCTOBER:
"I have a set in mind for my shoot...would you mind allowing me to arrange my
own?" Veld asked the props woman who shrugged.
"As long as its not too pornographic then yes, you're welcome to."
"Thank you." Veld turned to the box of props and began to rummage, he found
some things he could use and went to the set to arrange it.
Reno watched his Director curiously. "Wha's 'e doin', yo?" He asked Tseng.
"I'm not sure." Tseng replied. He spotted a swathe of crimson cloth, lots of
strange horror-style masks and frowned a little, he vaguely remembered hearing
Veld talk of someone he had once known. A man who, from what Veld had said, was
really into horror films, the more bloodthirsty the better. "Is he dedicating
this in honour of his old partner?" He wondered aloud.
"Who was tha'?" Reno asked, burning with curiosity.
"His name was Vincent Valentine, he worked with Veld for years until one day on
a mission in Nibelheim he disappeared. No one really knows what happened to him
and I cannot find any records that he even existed except Veld's own accounts
of him." He looked to Reno who had his head cocked to one side.
"Weird, yo."
"Hm. He disappeared twenty years ago."
"Wha's with all the horror stuff?"
"According to Veld, Vincent was obsessed with horror and the supernatural."
Tseng smiled. "He would sit for hours watching movie after movie or reading
books on the subject."
"Do ya know wha' he looked like?" Reno was watching Veld intently, he had
little knowledge about him considering he had worked for him for years. The man
was a total enigma.
"Wutaiian man, short black hair, red eyes. Tall too." Tseng said. "He was a
master marksman, Veld thinks only I have ever come close to matching Vincent's
skill. He also said that Vincent was an incredibly cold man, not many people
got along with him."
"Wow. This is cool, yo. I never knew any of this." Reno smiled. "Were they
close then?"
"So I would assume." Tseng shrugged. "I did some digging of my own and
discovered that Vincent was the son of a ShinRa scientist named Grimoire
Valentine."
"I know tha' name, yo." Reno frowned, racking his memory. "Didn' he work with
some chick called Lucretia Crescent?" Reno dropped his voice and leaned closer
to Tseng, he glanced around, ensuring no one was within hearing distance. "They
worked on some kinda project together abou' weapons?"
"Yes." Tseng replied, barely moving his lips. "She came up with the theory of
Chaos and Omega. I have read some of her work, it was quite fascinating but it
was ridiculed by the others and was never officially published."
"Hm. Interestin', yo. Seems like everyone's connected to everyone else in some
way."
"Indeed."
NOVEMBER:
Once again the room was silent as Sephiroth took his place. He was in an angled
seat made of dark leather, he lifted one leg, hiding his intimate parts and
spread his arms out over the sides of the seat. His long silver hair was swept
over one shoulder, on his head was an old fashioned military cap and draped
around his shoulders was his long, iconic leather coat. His chest was turned
towards the camera, the position was uncomfortable but he could hold it. The
cameraman swallowed as he looked through the view finder and Sephiroth gazed at
him imperiously.
All eyes were glued to him, it was as if he held everyone in a spell. Cloud
watched intently as Sephiroth shifted a little, strands of silver hair catching
the light and seeming to sparkle. When Sephiroth had sat down Cloud had seen
his huge cock dangling between his thighs. It was impressive and he wondered if
he could take it all. A soft groan escaped his lips and he heard Zack chuckle
as he slid a hand around his waist and held him close, his back pressed against
Zack's broad chest. "He's beautiful." Cloud sighed.
"Hm. Not as pretty as you." Zack replied.
"I said 'beautiful', not 'pretty'. There's a difference." Cloud corrected him
as Sephiroth turned green eyes to him. They stared at each other for so long
Cloud was worried he was going to make a fool of himself by collapsing or
something. He felt Zack's lips on his neck and sighed, his eyelids lowering as
he watched Sephiroth be photographed. "Do you think he'd be interested in me?"
He asked as Zack held him tightly, a little possessively.
"He's already said so." Zack replied, humming as he ran his tongue slowly up
Cloud's jaw.
"Mmm...Would he let you join us?" Cloud whispered, tipping his head to give
Zack easier access to his throat. He could feel his cock slowly getting harder
as thoughts of having both Zack and Sephiroth filled his mind with filth.
"I don't know." Zack paused in his ministrations, he was glad that Cloud wanted
him still, despite his infatuation with Sephiroth.
"I should ask him." Cloud turned his head and looked back at Zack. "You
wouldn't mind?"
Zack shook his head. "He's pretty damned hot." He replied.
"Good." Cloud returned his eyes back to Sephiroth who was watching them
intently, as if he could hear what they were whispering to each other. A small
smile curled the general's lips. Cloud shivered in Zack's arms. "Yeah, I'd like
to have you both. I don't want to choose one over the other."
"Fuck Cloud, what the hell are you doing to me?" Zack hissed, pressing his
rapidly growing erection against Cloud's backside and making him laugh softly.
"I'm hard again."
"Good. We're going to be very busy over the weekend."
Zack could only groan in response to that.
Sephiroth watched as Zack's hands slid down Cloud's chest to grip his cock over
his trousers, he smirked to himself imagining what it would be like to have
them both at his mercy. They looked good together, like they fit perfectly. He
spared a brief moment of pity for Angeal when he considered his anger when he
found out Sephiroth had fucked his little puppy senseless but then dismissed
it. Zack was an adult, he could choose who he shared his bed with. His smile
broadened as Cloud tipped his head back against Zack's shoulder, eyes glued to
Sephiroth's body as Zack touched him intimately. Sephiroth felt his own body
reacting and had to tear his gaze away momentarily while he calmed himself, it
wouldn't do for any of the others in the room to see him with a hard on.
Although it would amuse him to see Angeal's disgust, especially when he found
out it was thoughts of Zack's sweet, tight ass that was causing it. He licked
his lips slowly as the cameraman clicked away, causing lights to flash.
Genesis was still moping in a corner as he observed his friend, he pouted as
his eyes followed Sephiroth's gaze. Genesis' lips parted and he glanced back at
Sephiroth before he laughed softly to himself, Angeal would hit the roof if he
knew Sephiroth was getting hard by watching Cloud and Zack together. He had to
agree that they were hot together, he entertained a few fantasies of his own in
that department. Zack was so muscular and that smile was simultaneously cute
and sexy, he would be an excellent notch in his bedpost. Cloud was cute and
looked as if he was an innocent little virgin but Genesis was fully aware that
he was not. He smirked to himself as Zack ran his hands over Cloud's body, no
one seemed to know the person who had taught Cloud everything he knew. They had
kept their little encounter a secret, Genesis' position in the army meant that
sexual relations with infantrymen were frowned upon and Cloud had no wish for
any of his barracks mates to find out. So they pretended it had never happened,
ignoring each other most of the time and convincing everyone that the person
Genesis had had in his bedroom that night was merely a random stranger. Not
even Zack was aware.
***** Genesis Pisses Angeal Off And Gets A Taste Of His Own Medicine *****
Chapter Summary
     Just Genesis being a bitch.
By Kimmimaru
"So, what are you going to call it?" Genesis looked at the boy sitting on the
couch, gazing around the apartment with burning excitement.
"What are you talking about, Genesis?" Angeal asked as he busied himself
clearing away dinner.
"That thing on your sofa. What are you going to call it?"
Angeal looked at the boy and back to Genesis with a frown. "His name is Zack."
"Zack? Hm. I would have called it something cuter like..." He considered a
moment before smirking. "Mittens."
"Mittens?" Angeal's frown darkened. "That's a cats name."
"Hm. Yes I suppose. Then how about Rover?"
"Genesis, he's a kid, not an animal." Angeal shook his head and loaded his arms
up with plates, he walked to the kitchen. "Do you want a beer or are you just
going to stand there and insult my new pupil?"
"A beer would be nice." Genesis replied with a smirk. "Does he do tricks?"
"Genesis!"
"Sorry." Genesis looked at the boy who beamed at him, swinging his legs back
and forth on the couch. "Do you come on command?" He asked abruptly, watching
the boys face morph into an expression of confusion.
"What?"
"Angeal? Your new dog's a bit stupid, isn't he?" He called and swept hair from
his eyes. "He doesn't even come on command!"
"By Shiva, Genesis! He's a human being! Stop being gross!"
"Uh...my name's Zack. Zack Fair." The boy held up a hand and Genesis smiled.
"Oh! He shakes! Who's a good boy? Yes you are! Do you want a tummy rub?" He
patted Zack's spiky hair and watched him look at him with wide, confused eyes.
"I don't-"
Angeal reappeared and grabbed Genesis by the scruff of his neck, he hoisted him
into the air with one arm and went to the door. "Bad dog! You're sleeping
outside! Stop bullying the new puppy or I'll have you put down!" He threw
Genesis out of their shared apartment and into the hall, he landed on his ass
looking dishevelled and shocked. Angeal grinned broadly, folding his arms over
his chest as he looked down at Genesis. "Shall I chain you up or are you going
to play nice?"
"I hate you." Genesis grumbled, standing up and rubbing his backside.
"Go harass Sephiroth." Angeal muttered, shaking his head as he turned away.
"I'm sure you can get him to pet you." He turned and closed the door behind
him.
***** A Much, Much Darker Version To What Happened In AC When Kadaj Kidnaps
Rufus And Beats Up Reno And Rude. (I'm sorry, I'm sick and twisted, what can I
say?) *****
Chapter Summary
     Reader discretion is advised as this story contains scenes of rape.
     Please note that neither authors condone such things, this is fiction
     and not meant to be representative of reality. If anything like this
     disturbs you you may wish to skip this story.
By Kimmimaru
"Where is mother?!"
Reno felt his arm yanked roughly up his back as he was turned and shoved front
first into a wall. He grunted and heard Rude groaning behind him on the floor.
His muscles strained and he winced, baring his teeth as Kadaj pulled on his
wrist harder. "F-Fuck off, yo!" He cried out and Kadaj made a violent sound of
frustration. Reno felt a hand slide around his stomach, fingers inching down
towards the top of his pants.
"Where is mother?" Kadaj purred into his ear as his fingers crept lower, he
smirked into Reno's bright red hair as he struggled.
"Yo, she aint stuffed down my pants!" Reno exclaimed, throwing himself
backwards in the hopes of overbalancing the creepy remnant. However, Kadaj was
prepared for the move, he stuck his leg between Reno's thighs and shoved him
harder against the wall.
"Well, if you just told me where she is I wouldn't be forced to do a full body
search now, would I?" He whispered, running his tongue slowly up the side of
Reno's neck.
"Get off o' me ya fuckin' sicko!" Reno growled, struggling as violently as he
could but Kadaj was just too strong. He wasn't human. He couldn't be.
"Kadaj, leave him. We can talk-" Rufus began but was cut off by a sharp gasp
from Reno as Kadaj grabbed a handful of his hair and slammed his face into the
plaster before he turned furious green eyes on him.
"What, you don't want to watch as I ruin this mouthy one?" He smirked and
laughed softly. "I've had enough talk, President. Now I want to play."
Rufus tried to struggle to his feet but agony flared through his body and he
fell back into his wheel chair, silently cursing his weakness. "Kadaj, let's
discuss this like rational people. I'm sure we could come to some kind of
conclusion that will suit us both."
"I only want to know what you did with mother." Kadaj replied, returning his
attention to Reno and sliding his hand into the Turks pants.
"No." Reno hissed and jerked his body again, agony flared in his shoulder and
he cried out as it was nearly ripped out of its socket. "Fuck!"
"Leave him alone!" Rufus hissed, making another attempt to get out of his
chair. "You have done enough."
Kadaj cocked his head to the side as if in thought before chuckling softly,
running his fingers slowly over Reno's cock and feeling him shudder. "I don't
think I have, Mr. President. You seem oddly protective of this one..." He
looked back at Rufus whose face was hidden behind his white cowl but he saw the
hard line of his mouth and the pale tinge to his skin. "Hmm...is he yours? Have
you fucked this lovely ass yourself?"
Rufus' fingers clenched on the arm rest of his wheel chair. He was stuck,
helpless and it infuriated him almost beyond reason. Kadaj had his hands all
over his toy, this was not how things should be going. Rufus was losing control
and he hated it. "Perhaps, Kadaj, if you release him I may give you some
information."
"The only thing I want from you is mother's location." Kadaj hissed in reply,
wrapping fingers around Reno's cock and stroking it slowly. Reno bit into his
bottom lip and closed his eyes, his arm throbbed as Kadaj yanked it again
forcing a grunt from his lips. He felt the hard length of Kadaj's erection
pressing against his backside. "If I do not get it I will fuck this pet of
yours until he's bloody and screaming, do you get me, Mr. President?" Kadaj
gave Rufus a pretty smile over his shoulder.
"Pres..." Reno managed to hiss through his gritted teeth. "Le' 'im have me." He
gasped.
"Reno..."
"No, listen...we...ah!" Reno's arm made a horrible popping noise and sent a
jolt of pure agony through him as Kadaj giggled into his ear and pushed his
legs apart. He had a scary moment where he wondered if he was going to pass out
from the pain but slowly his blurred vision returned and he blinked rapidly.
"Pres, we...we don'...give in ta...demands. Tseng...an' Elena...they din't give
anythin' away, yo...jus'...jus' le' 'im..."
Kadaj hissed and jerked Reno away from the wall, he threw him on the floor and
pinned him there. "Shut up, Turk!"
Reno lashed out with his uninjured arm, catching Kadaj in the jaw with his
fist. Kadaj fell back with a growl and Reno scrambled to his feet. He stood
there, shaking a little with pain and clutched his EMR in his fist as he
crouched. Waiting for Kadaj's next move. Reno spat blood from his mouth to the
floor and wiped his lips on his sleeve, he had bitten his tongue when he had
had his face crushed into the wall. He took a breath and narrowed his eyes.
Kadaj smiled and moved, but not towards Reno. He moved so fast Reno barely had
time to register what was happening, one minute Kadaj was in front of him, the
next he was standing over Rufus with his sword at his throat. Reno swallowed,
eyeing the scene warily.
"Try that again, Turk and I'll fuck your president and then cut his throat
out." Kadaj smiled as Reno froze. "Good boy. Now, put down your weapon." Reno
glanced at Rufus who appeared perfectly calm, Reno saw his hand move and knew
it was the signal to disarm himself. He took a breath and unstrapped his EMR,
it fell to the floor with a clatter. Kadaj backed away from Rufus and Reno felt
relief wash over him, it was bad enough being groped by the little shit
himself, he refused to allow Kadaj to put his filthy hands over Rufus. "On your
knees and put your hands behind your back." Kadaj ordered, eyes glowing
brightly as he watched Reno obey, the hate in his eyes making them burn. Kadaj
giggled and walked smoothly over to Reno, he knelt at his side and yanked his
belt through the loops of his trousers. Reno's arm sent agonising jolts of pain
through his body, forcing him to bite down on his lip. He used it to bind his
hands and then grabbed a handful of his pony tail and shoved his face roughly
into the floor. "Now, Mr. President. Perhaps we can come to an arrangement.
I'll leave your dog alone if you just tell me where you hid mother."
Reno cursed and struggled but Kadaj's hand tightened on his hair and he got a
good taste of the floor. Rufus said nothing so Kadaj sighed and shoved a hand
down the back of Reno's trousers, he tensed as a long finger pushed its way
inside his body. Reno squeezed his eyes shut tightly, the pain was awful. Rufus
roughed him up quite a bit when they fucked but Reno was always willing, now
was totally different. The remnant's touch was like poison. Another finger
joined the first, pushing right in up to the knuckle, Reno jerked and hissed
air through his bared teeth. His face felt hot and his body was ice cold, as if
he had a fever. Kadaj's eyes never left Rufus, after a while he frowned. "Don't
you care?" He asked, cocking his head to the side as his fingers worked inside
Reno's heated body.
Rufus shifted a little, fingers twitching. "His job is to protect me, no matter
what that entails." He replied slowly.
"Strange. You were so possessive over him a moment ago and now you're allowing
me to finger him?" Kadaj frowned. "Humans are confusing." Kadaj seemed to grow
bored and he yanked his fingers out of Reno's body, making him gasp and
shudder. He then grabbed Reno's trousers and yanked them down to expose his
ass."Then, seeing as you don't care what I do to him, I'll take what I want."
Kadaj grinned and watched Rufus as he unzipped his leather cat-suit. "You can
watch. Maybe you'll enjoy it?"
"I doubt it." Rufus replied icily.
Reno closed his eyes, letting the voices wash over him. He felt Kadaj's body
heat against his ass, the slide of his cock between his cheeks and then
something hot and hard forcing its way into his body. A lance of pain stabbed
into his gut and he grunted, keeping his lips firmly closed. He refused to give
Kadaj the satisfaction of his screams. He let his body go limp, ignoring the
pain and the hot sting of humiliation.
When it was over Kadaj pulled away from Reno and let him collapse back to the
floor with a groan. He stood up and zipped up his leather cat-suit before
walking smoothly around Reno's collapsed body and standing before Rufus. "Where
is mother?" Kadaj asked yet again as he walked.
"I have no idea." Rufus replied smoothly, eyes moving to Reno who rolled over
onto his side, gasping in pain and groaning.
"Boy, do I hate liars." Kadaj said.
"I apologise. This time you'll get the truth; the object you seek fell from the
helicopter while we were running from you." Rufus lied again, his hidden hand
clenching on the box in his lap. "I'm afraid we were careless."
Reno couldn't concentrate on what was being said, he felt sick and his body
ached horribly. He knew that it would have been ten times worse had he fought
back harder, but still he could barely move. He let his eyes close as someone
walked around the room and voices drifted over him, a vague buzzing of sound in
his ears. His arms ached dully as they were still tied at his back and he lay
still, simply breathing. Some time later he came back around, eyes stinging as
light shone through the window. He wasn't sure, at first, what had happened or
why his whole body was throbbing until a face appeared in his field of vision.
"Rude?" He muttered hoarsely, his throat sore and tongue too thick.
"Reno...are you all right? What happened?" Rude held Reno's belt in his hand as
he hovered over him, a look of concern on his normally stoic face.
"D-Dunno man...I..." Reno trailed off, blinking sluggishly as he licked his dry
lips. "Where's boss...?"
"Gone." Rude said as he reached out and made to put a hand on Reno's arm to
help him to his feet. Reno flinched, wincing as pain shot through his battered
body.
"No!" He said sharply. "Don' man...jus' gimme a minute an' I'll get up on my
own."
"Reno?"
"Don' worry." Reno closed his eyes again, collecting his strength before slowly
forcing himself to sit up. "Ow. Ow. Ow." He moaned and his head swam. "Shit. He
did a number on me." He winced as his weight pressed his ass into the floor,
bile rose to his throat and he swallowed it back. "Fuck..." He shook himself
and frowned as he struggled to his good hand and knees and crawled awkwardly
over to the sofa before climbing onto it and lying down again.
"Reno...your pants..." Rude pointed to where Reno's pants still dangled from
his ankles. He was naked still.
Reno shifted and tried to pull them up, finally he managed it and sighed
shakily. "Don' ask, yo." He said to Rude, not wanting to re-live the
experience. "Le's jus' ge' ourselves sorted an' find Cloud Strife...we're no'
strong enough ta bea' those fuckin' monsters."
Rude stared at him from across the room before nodding slowly, he moved over to
a cupboard and withdrew several potions. He handed one to Reno, being careful
not to touch him. Reno gave him a soft smile before downing the foul tasting
liquid and lying back again with a sigh. "We'll get him back." Rude assured his
partner.
"Yeah, man. I know." Reno closed his eyes and waited for the potion to take
affect.
***** Coping Mechanisms (or Reno Is Apparently Very Artistic But Not Everyone
Appreciates His Idea Of Creativity) *****
Chapter Notes
     Ok, this one is a little weird and needs some explaining. Basically
     it came from a drunken idea my friend and I had about what hobbies
     each of the Turks were into, I loved the idea of Reno being secretly
     very artistic (mostly based on the fact that in the novella 'The Kids
     Are All Right', it states that Reno and Rude worked on the Meteor
     monument together and that shit's some pretty cool sculpture. He's
     also the one who re-painted the sign leading to Healen Lodge...I'm as
     surprised as you are). So yeah, I love this idea of Reno being really
     talented...but with his sense of humour he doesn't exactly spend his
     time constructively. How did this idea of a silly bit of sculpture
     turn into angst? I honestly have no idea. Angst was not my intention
     when I started writing it...now I'm kind of confused. Enjoy anyway!
     Also Reno/Rude.
By Kimmimaru
Rude pulled the paper off of the strangely shaped gift and stared at what was
inside. It wasn't as if he hadn't expected it but he already had hundreds of
the bloody things and the joke was wearing thin. "Another one?" He asked,
looking up at his partner.
"Yeah. This time it's an accurate model of some guy I had last weekend, yo. The
guy was huge...not as huge as you though." Reno winked as he stood by the book
case in Rude's apartment.
 
Rude looked down at the wooden penis in his lap. "Uh..."
"I know man; I jus' get better an' better." Reno shrugged. "Wha' can I say, I
go' serious talent."
"It's...another cock." Rude finally managed, looking back up at Reno. He had to
admit it was extremely realistic, it was beautifully polished so that the grain
of the wood showed through. Reno was talented but for some unknown reason he
never carved anything except cocks. Rude had hundreds of them, tucked away in
his closet so he didn't have to look at them. "Why don't you try to carve
something else?" Rude asked, picking up the cock and looking at it with a
frown. "Who would display this sort of thing in their homes?"
Reno chewed some gum and frowned at his partner. "Don' ya like 'em?" He asked,
eyes widening like a kicked puppy. Rude grunted non-committally. "Cissnei loves
'em." He started sulking and Rude sighed, he stood up and walked over to his
book shelf, putting the penis on the shelf and watching Reno's eyes light up.
Rude was pretty sure Cissnei hated them too but was just too nice to say
anything. "Aw, man...ya like it so much ya gunna le' everyone see!" He
exclaimed excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"..." Rude said, turning away. He would leave it up until Reno left then he
would take it down and put it with the others, he hoped Reno would forget about
it. "Do you want some tea?" Rude asked, turning to see Reno admiring his
masterpiece and shifting it subtly into the centre of the shelf. Rude tried not
to wince too obviously as a picture of his dearly deceased mother fell face
down as Reno moved the cock in front of it.
"Huh? Ya go' anythin' harder, yo?" Reno asked, blinking at Rude questioningly.
"Sure." Rude went into his kitchen and heard Reno mutter to himself, he thought
he heard him mention something about doing a piece with several cocks. Rude
sighed, hoping against hope that it wouldn't be for him. He went to the fridge
and withdrew a bottle of beer for Reno and one for himself, he returned to the
living room with them and paused when he saw Reno lying on his couch and
sketching frantically into an A5 pad. "What're you doing?" He asked, seating
himself beside his partner and setting down his beer on the coffee table.
Reno peered at him over his pad and grinned, a light blush staining his cheeks.
"Nothin', yo." He muttered and tried to shut the pad, Rude grabbed it off of
him and held him back with one arm as Reno tried to launch himself at Rude.
"Hey! Tha's private!" He yelled but Rude was far stronger and he remained
pinned beneath his arm across his chest.
Rude looked at the unfinished drawing, utterly amazed. "This is..." He trailed
off, unable to find any words.
"It's crap, yo." Reno mumbled, turning a shade of red that matched his hair.
"Give it back."
"Reno..." Rude turned to look down at his partner, his glasses slid a little
down his nose and Reno looked as if he wanted to sink right into the sofa and
disappear. "Why don't you give people your drawings? They're amazing." He
didn't know much about art but he was pretty sure Reno had serious talent, he
had no idea why he carved cocks instead of concentrating on his pencil
sketches. The one in Rude's hand showed Rude's face in profile, the shading was
exquisite, the lighting perfect.
Reno's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Ya no' fuckin' with me?" He asked roughly,
hands clenching at his sides.
"Why would I lie?" Rude replied, lifting his arm off of Reno's chest. "May
I...?" He arched an eyebrow at Reno who flushed and nodded, averting his eyes
as he sat up and snatched up his beer. Rude tore the sketch out of the book and
stood up, he moved to his shelf and leaned it against some books. "I'll take it
down to Franc's Street to get it framed." He said slowly, turning to look over
at Reno who was hunched over in quiet embarrassment. "Reno, it's far better
than cocks."
"Yeah bu'..." Reno swallowed and looked up at Rude with a strange look in his
eyes that Rude couldn't decipher. "My Ma used ta hate it, yo." He whispered
hoarsely and ran his fingers through his hair, obviously agitated. "She used ta
throw 'em all out. I...I guess I never though'...I dunno man. I though' they
were kinda sucky." He leaned back and sighed heavily.
Rude flicked through the pad in his hand, it seemed Reno spent a lot of free
time drawing. He saw a beautiful rendition of Cissnei in biro captured mid-
laugh, there was Tseng with a hand up rubbing the top of his nose in
exasperation. He saw himself depicted the most however, arranged in various
poses; from his fighting stance to simply relaxing with a beer. Reno was bright
red now, his shoulders hunched to his ears as he sank as far as he could into
the sofa. "You like to draw me." Rude said slowly, frowning a little.
"Yeah...well...ya'know...I-uh-kinda know you best, yo."
Rude reached the very back of the pad and saw a self portrait. It was a simple
one of Reno's face, staring out at the viewer but Reno had used coloured
pencils to scribble over it, as if he was trying erase it somehow. Rude didn't
want to ask why his partner had done such a thing, Reno was right, the
sketchbook was private. He flipped it closed and cleared his throat as he
handed it back to Reno. Reno looked up at him as he took the book and returned
it inside his jacket, he slumped lower so hair obscured his face. "You're
talented." Rude said as he moved around the other side of the sofa and picked
up his beer from the table, he took a deep swig and watched Reno intently. He
had never seen Reno so self-concious before.
"Yeah...I dunno man, I'm no' really inta all tha' art stuff, yo. I don' go ta
exhibitions or nothin'...I jus'...I draw 'coz it keeps me calm, ya know? I don'
feel like...like I'm gunna explode if I draw somethin'."
Rude nodded thoughtfully as he took a seat by his partners side. They had been
friends for years and he had never known about Reno's ability to draw. Every
Turk had ways of learning to deal with the stresses of the job, Rude himself
liked to gamble, he knew Tseng meditated and Cissnei spent an inordinate amount
of time in the gym. He had always wondered how Reno dealt with some of the
dirty shit they had to do and now he knew why, some weekends, Reno would shut
himself away from the world. "I would like to see more." Rude said abruptly,
making Reno jump a little and look up at him.
"Ya would?"
"Yeah." Rude put an arm along the back of the sofa and felt Reno lean towards
him automatically, like a cat seeking heat.
"I go' some paintin's at home." He muttered, picking at the label on his
bottle.
"Of what?"
"People." Reno glanced at Rude and away again. "Targets." he whispered.
Rude grunted.
"They're dead. They get a funny li'l look in their faces when they snuff i' ya
know? I had ta record it. They get stuck in my head otherwise an' I jus' can'
sleep with 'em there. If I trap 'em in paint it don' hurt so bad, yo." Reno
confessed, frowning a little as he finally peeled the label on his beer right
off. Rude was the only person in the entire world that Reno would ever dare
confess anything like that to, they were partners, brothers. They knew each
other and never judged. It was a good thing they had and he didn't want to fuck
it all up by explaining why Rude kept turning up in all his damned drawings.
"You need to stop giving people cocks as gifts and just give them your
drawings, they'd like them much better. Trust me."
Reno snorted and sat up straighter, running hands through his short-cropped
hair. "Huh. Ya givin' me a lecture? Tseng liked his, yo. He thinks it's a
fertility statue for some kinda old pagan religion. It's on his desk."
Rude chuckled at that. "And you didn't tell him?"
"Nah. He'd be pissed if he found out he's go' a statue o' my cock on his desk."
Rude and Reno both laughed loudly at that. Reno leaned closer to Rude and Rude
found his fingers in his partners hair, neither of them moved or acknowledged
it. Rude turned on the TV and they sat and watched a few films in comfortable
silence.
XXX
Rude knocked on the door, frowning as he once again received no answer. It had
been a week since anyone had last heard from Reno, Tseng was worried and he had
finally sent Rude to his apartment. The night Reno had collapsed the plate on
Sector Seven he had been virtually silent, avoiding eye contact and then when
Tseng told him to go home and recover from his injuries he had disappeared.
Rude knocked again, this time louder. "Reno!" He shouted through the door,
hoping his partner was in there, only having a shower or something. The
alternative was too terrible to consider. "Reno! Open this damned door!" He
slammed his huge fist against it and felt it shudder, finally he heard
shuffling within. The door opened and he saw Reno. The sight of him shocked
Rude so much his eyes widened behind his glasses. "What the hell...?" He
muttered as he took in the state of Reno's uniform, it was covered in paint and
blood. Reno lifted an arm and wiped it over his cheek where paint had caked the
side of his face, the blood was dried and flaking and Rude had a feeling it was
Reno's own. He had dirty bandages covering his chest and hands from the beating
he had taken from Strife and his gang, his eyes however were the worst. They
were empty. Completely empty and he stared at Rude as if he didn't really
recognise him. "Reno...?"
"Whadda ya wan'?" Reno muttered, his voice hoarse as he backed away from the
door and limped back into his apartment. The place was filthy and cluttered,
plates of old food were going mouldy in the sink in the kitchen, stacks of take
away boxes were piled haphazardly in corners. The place smelt musty as if Reno
hadn't opened a window since returning home.
"Tseng was worried and so am I. Reno, what the hell is this?" He indicated the
apartment with one sweep of his hand.
"Wan' somethin' ta drink?" Reno asked, ignoring Rude's question.
"No. I'm here to check on you."
"Don' need a babysitter, yo." Reno mumbled, his shoulders slumped, his hair
greasy. He lifted those horribly empty eyes to Rude, once again rubbing his
sleeve across his paint spattered face. "Ya gunna jus' stand there or wha'?"
Rude grunted and moved further into the mess, he looked around and saw a
massive canvas set up on an easel. He stared at it for a long time. It was
beautiful but also horrible, the colours were Mako green and crimson, sickly
browns and bright sparks of electric yellow. "The plate..." Rude muttered,
moving closer to the painting. It was a perfect birds eye view of the Sector
Seven plate collapsing. It was still wet and, judging by Reno's state, he had
been working on it for five days without sleep. Reno stared numbly at the image
he had created before turning away again, he put an arm around his stomach and
frowned at the floor. "Reno..." Rude was at a loss for words as he gazed at his
partner.
"They won' go away, man." Reno hissed shakily, lifting a hand to his dirty hair
and shaking his head. "I can pain' 'em an' pain' 'em bu'...bu' it don' work.
They won' let me sleep. I c-can'..." He trailed off with a shaky sigh.
"You couldn't have done anything. It was orders." Rude saw other canvases, torn
to pieces and scattered all over the living room.
"Yeah? Ya think?" Reno gave him an angry glare. "I coulda said no. Ya know I
could've!"
"You would have died." Rude replied calmly, folding his hands in his lap and
watching Reno falling apart.
"Maybe I shoulda! Maybe I should be dead an' then I wouldn' be feelin' like
this! I wouldn' be torturin' myself with their fuckin' screams!" Reno dragged
his hands through his hair, pulling it in his agitation and blinking too
rapidly. "I never killed so many people before, Rude! I-I..." He shut his mouth
tightly and he sank to the sofa, burying his face in his knees as he curled up
on himself. "Orders...Jus' fuckin' followin' orders...There were kids there,
man. People I knew. People I-I grew up with, yo. I'm a fuckin' murderer!"
Rude moved to Reno's side, pushing piles of screwed up paper out of his way as
he sat at his side. He pulled him close and for the first time in their
friendship he hugged him. Reno was shuddering violently in his arms and he
wasn't responding to the affection at all but Rude held on. They sat in
silence, just listening to each other's breathing until Reno's shoulder's
relaxed and he let out a slow breath of air. "Tseng said ya gotta have time
off." Rude said finally as Reno buried his face in his chest. He lifted his own
shaking hand and pushed it into Reno's hair, pulling it lightly so that he was
forced to look into Rude's face. "He knows, man." Reno blinked at him, his eyes
a little too red and watery.
"Time off...?" Reno croaked. "Who's gunna go after Strife an' his gang?"
"I will. Me an' Elena." Rude assured him. "I'll kick his ass for you."
Reno managed a tiny, stuttering laugh. "Watch tha' Tifa girl, yo. She's go' a
fuckin' powerful kick." He rubbed the back of his head as he remembered feeling
her boot connecting with his skull and the sickening crack that echoed through
his body. "W-when ya meet 'im...tell Strife tha' I got a present for 'im,
yo...I'm gunna ge' myself a new weapon."
"I'll do that." Rude assured him, his fingers absently massaging the back of
Reno's neck where he had them tangled in his hair. Reno was very close, Rude
could feel his heart beating against the side of his chest where he was pressed
against him. He felt heat in his face and frowned, eyes flicking down to Reno's
lips before back to his dark, scary eyes.
"Rude...?" Reno whispered slowly, a small frown creasing his forehead.
Rude forced his hand to release Reno's hair, he drew back and cleared his
throat loudly. Adjusting his tie to give himself something to do while Reno
backed off as well. Reno glanced at him and away again, a slight blush on his
own cheeks. "Go shower." Rude told him as he stood up. "Get dressed into
something more comfy. I'm gunna order pizza and get this place cleared up a
bit."
"S-Sure thing..." Reno muttered and got to his feet, wincing as his broken ribs
pained him. "Ow...fuck...Strife's gunna pay, yo." He growled, gasping in short,
sharp breaths of air as the pain slowly eased again.
"I'll tell him. Now, go shower." Rude repeated and Reno gave him a small, wonky
grin. It wasn't much but Rude would take what he could get. Reno went to shower
and Rude shed his jacket, throwing it over the back of a chair before rolling
up his shirt sleeves. The moment of tenderness that passed between them would
go unacknowledged once again. They both ignored it. They didn't want to know
what might happen or if it would be good or bad if it did, it wasn't worth the
risk. Rude pushed those thoughts from his mind and started to tidy.
XXX
The Lifestream exploded up from the earth at their feet. Reno stared up at it,
mouth open and skin tinted sickly green. Rude watched him, his body tingling as
the energy ripped at his uniform. It was the end of the world and they were
standing out in the midst of the chaos, two still statues gazing into the eye
of the storm. Rude lifted his eyes to Meteor and watched in silent awe as the
two powers crashed above them. He saw his life flash through his mind, all
those little moments he had wasted with Reno. When they had been so close,
hands shaking, uncertainty in their eyes...He blinked as the rock above them
started to break apart. Reno let out a loud whoop of delight, punching the air
in his excitement and Rude felt an insane grin of his own spread across his
face. As Meteor was destroyed Rude turned to his partner, he grabbed him with
one strong hand and yanked him roughly into his arms. Reno gasped and looked up
at him, frowning in confusion but, before he could speak and ruin the moment;
Rude captured his lips with his own.
Reno tensed for a moment before slowly relaxing. He pulled away and looked up
into Rude's face. "Don' ya dare be fuckin' with me, man." Reno whispered
hoarsely, reaching up to curl fingers around the back of Rude's bald head and
yanking him down for another kiss. "Don' be fuckin' with me." He muttered
against Rude's mouth. "Waited so long..."
"I'm not. Trust me partner." Rude replied, fisting his hands into Reno's dusty
uniform.
Green light whipped around them, fluttering their shirts and making Reno's hair
fly up around their faces. Reno groaned into Rude's mouth, blunt nails digging
into the back of Rude's skull. He felt Rude's strong hand pressing against the
small of his back and let himself believe that it wasn't the end of the world,
that everything might, perhaps, be all right now. Rude suddenly cupped Reno's
backside and lifted him up onto a collapsed bit of the ShinRa building, their
lips still moving hungrily against each other. Reno felt the length of Rude's
cock pressing against his own and he pushed against it, making a tiny noise of
desperation. "Calm down." Rude muttered, unsure if he was talking to himself or
Reno. Not that it mattered. "We got work to do."
"Fuck work." Reno gasped, his body aching pleasantly and his hands shaking a
little from the adrenalin rush and Rude's impromptu kiss.
Rude smiled, a small curve of his mouth. "We gotta check on the others." Rude
reminded him.
Reno huffed, turning his head so that he was looking up at the sky. "I's really
no' the end, yo?" He asked hoarsely.
"No. I don't reckon it is." Rude replied, following Reno's gaze and smiling.
"Shit man. We nearly died. We nearly ended i' all." Reno closed his eyes and
pressed his forehead against Rude's broad chest, his hands curling into Rude's
shirt.
"We're alive." Rude said, holding Reno's trembling body close. He couldn't
blame him, Rude was shaking pretty violently himself, from fear or reaction he
didn't know.
"Y-yeah, man. Alive." Reno looked up again, this time into Rude's eyes. He saw
every unspoken thing Rude had ever avoided saying and smiled a little. "We
gotta ge' back ta work, yo." He said finally and reluctantly released his
partner. Rude stepped back and let him slide down from his perch. Reno rolled
up his sleeves and checked his EMR was still on the strap on his wrist before
nodding to Rude who nodded back, together they walked down a small slope of
rubble and began to hunt down Tseng and Elena.
"Finally." Tseng muttered, scratching beneath his bandage and earning himself a
glare from Elena.
"What's 'finally'?" Elena asked, slapping at Tseng's hand as it rose to scratch
the healing wound again. Tseng winced a little but managed a small smile as
they watched Reno and Rude scramble down the slope together.
"Those two have been dancing around each other for years."
Elena looked back at her colleagues, watching how close they were. "I never
noticed..." She muttered.
"No. You haven't been with us for long enough." Tseng tugged at his ragged
uniform, frowning at it in irritation. "We have to go. They will be looking for
us and if they know we saw them..." He let the sentence go unfinished and Elena
grinned.
"Yes sir." She said and followed Tseng back the way they had come, she watched
her boss move gingerly, protecting his wounds and sighed. Would Tseng ever make
another offer to take her for dinner? Did he even remember the time he had
asked her? It had been right before Sephiroth's attack.
"Elena?"
"Sir?"
Tseng paused as he came across a battered doll, he picked it up and stared at
its sad little face and button eyes. Some child had lost their toy. "Would you
allow me to take you to dinner?" He asked, turning around to look at Elena who
blushed furiously. "I offered before but...we never got to arrange it properly.
The offer still stands if you are amenable."
"Yes! Yes I would love to go to dinner with you, sir!" She grinned broadly and
Tseng smiled, he nodded his head and let the doll fall from his fingers back
into the dust and debris.
"That's good. There's a lovely place in Kalm, it has a wonderful Tofu dish you
must try."
"I look forward to it, sir." Elena bounced on her heels, hands behind her back
as she watched Tseng set off again.
***** No One Forgets That They Have a Love Egg In Their Bodies...But Let's
Pretend They Do. *****
Chapter Summary
     Forget realism. Let's put that aside for now or the next story will
     be really annoying, lol. Clack abound.
By Kimmimaru
Cloud groaned heavily, eyes closed as Zack kissed his throat. He arched his
back, pressing his naked body against Zack's. A hot tongue ran over his throat
and he shivered, feeling their erections rubbing against each other.
“Ah...Zack...” He muttered, opening his eyes and looking up into Zack's face.
“We've got a parade soon...we don't have time to-oh yeah...” He felt Zack's
hand wrap around his cock and he pushed his hips into the tight tunnel formed
by his fingers.
“We have time, stop worrying.” Zack breathed against Cloud's cheek, he grunted
as he moved into a more comfortable position. He revealed his free hand and
showed Cloud a tiny remote.
“What's that?” Cloud asked.
“This is something I dug up online...it's called a love egg.”
Cloud sniggered. “That sounds stupid.”
“Yeah but Cissnei says its really good. Give me a minute.” He slid off of the
bed and moved to the draw in the bedside table. He rummaged around and took a
shining silver egg out of it, he returned to Cloud's side. “I just put this in
your ass and use the remote to control its vibrations.”
Cloud bit down on his bottom lip and his eyes met Zack's, Zack saw the gleam in
the blue depths and knew Cloud liked the idea. “All right.” He said and opened
his legs, spreading them and smirking. Zack grinned and dropped his head,
kissing the dip of Cloud's throat, causing him to chuckle. Then he moved to the
bedside table once again and dug out the lubrication. Once the toy was well
covered he ran his wet fingers down the crack of Cloud's ass and watched him
sigh. He pushed two fingers inside him, knowing he was already well prepared
but just wanting to watch him squirm. Finally he smirked and transferred the
little silver egg to the place his fingers had been. He slid the object inside
and Cloud shivered, eyes opening a little so Zack could see the little slit of
bright blue beneath the lids. Cloud smirked. “What now?” He asked huskily.
Zack lifted the remote and pressed one of the buttons, he watched eagerly as
Cloud's body arched a little off the bed, his hands curling into the blankets
beneath him. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Is that good?” Zack asked.
“Oh yeah...do it again.” Cloud replied and Zack pressed the up button, causing
the vibrations to increase in intensity. Cloud groaned, his hips lifting off
the bed and his cheeks turning a little pink. Zack moved between Cloud's open
legs, he ran his tongue over his flat stomach, lapping at the sweat gathered
there and listening intently to his tiny little gasps. He moved down, kissing
his treasure trail, barely visible against his pale flesh. He nipped at a hip
bone and moved to his cock, running his tongue over the tip and glancing up to
see Cloud's eyes on him and a small smile playing around his lips. He bent his
head, preparing to take Cloud's erection into his mouth when his phone buzzed.
He cursed softly and moved to where he had dumped his clothes, he picked them
up and rummaged around in his trouser pockets before finally freeing his phone
and opening it. “What?!” He snapped.
“That's no way to greet a friend.” Kunsel's voice said from the other end.
Zack sighed heavily and rubbed at his eyes. “Sorry, I'm kinda in the middle of
something important.” He said as he absently pressed the button on the remote
and smirked as he felt Cloud jerk, making the bed rock against the wall. Cloud
muttered a curse.
“What was that noise?” Kunsel asked suspiciously.
“Nothing. What do you want, Kunsel?”
“Z-Zack...” Cloud hissed through clenched teeth, giving Zack a glare as the egg
continued to vibrate inside him. Zack grinned and ran a hand slowly up Cloud's
thigh, moving to his cock and rubbing the tip with his thumb. Cloud bit down on
his bottom lip, not wanting Kunsel to hear him crying out.
“Haven't you heard? Sephiroth wants all SOLDIER operatives at the parade site
in ten minutes!” Kunsel paused as Cloud released a gasping moan. “Zack...have
you got someone with you?” He asked suspiciously. “You know Heidegger's banned
us from bringing people back to our hotels tonight.”
“Yeah, I do.” Zack replied as he stood up, leaving Cloud gasping to catch his
breath after the onslaught of pleasure he had received. He began to pick up his
clothes, pinning the phone to his shoulder with his head as he struggled into
his pants, he put the remote absently in his pocket. “I'll be there in a
second, Kunsel.”
“Good. Sephiroth'll have your head if you're late.”
“I know, man. I'll see ya there.”
“Sure.”
Kunsel hung up and so did Zack, pocketing his phone and turning to a debauched
Cloud. “I'm sorry, Cloud...I've gotta go. Turns out Sephiroth wants us to be
there ten minutes early.” His face twisted with regret, Cloud looked good
enough to eat lying on his bed, sheets twisted beneath him, sweat sticking hair
to his forehead and cheeks flushed a pretty pink. His chest rose and fell and
he took a moment to gather himself before sitting up.
“It's fine. I'll see you there, right?” Cloud smiled.
“Yeah and then you'll come back here and we can continue where we left off?”
Cloud nodded, causing his hair to bob and his face to heat even more. Zack
leaned down and kissed him deeply, he put the hotel room key in Cloud's hand
and drew away reluctantly. “I'll see you, Zack.” Cloud promised and watched
Zack leave.
Cloud dressed hurriedly, he paused at the full length mirror and tidied his
hair as best he could. He had washed himself with a damp cloth as fast as he
could before getting dressed and his hair was a little damp but there was no
helping that. He was going to be late for the Parade if he wasn't careful.
After one last look at his appearance he dashed off, forgetting that he had not
removed the little toy inside him.
Cloud made it just in time, he shoved his helmet on his head and stood in line
panting. He was beside Johnny, a friend from his unit. Johnny turned to look at
him suspiciously. “Where have you been?” He asked.
“Oh...uh...no where.” Cloud replied, glancing up at the large podium that had
been erected for the special event. It was a celebration of the President's
birthday and crimson banners lined the streets. He saw Zack standing beside
Sephiroth, just behind the President himself. Cloud took a breath, calming his
racing heart and returned his eyes to the front.
“Welcome!” The president began, talking into a microphone on a stand before
him. The large crowd of civilians roared their approval of the celebrations.
“Today I have the great pleasure of announcing my birthday...”
Cloud zoned out, he hated speeches. He moved his eyes to the others on the
podium and saw Rufus ShinRa sitting behind his father with his arms folded
across his chest and a very bored expression on his face. Once again Cloud's
eyes were drawn to Zack who was having incredible difficulty in keeping still,
he saw Sephiroth send him a sharp look as he fidgeted with something in his
pocket. A frown marred Zack's forehead before his expression cleared and he
smirked. Cloud was about to look elsewhere but then he felt something twitch
inside him, he bit down hard on his bottom lip as the egg vibrated. He let a
soft gasp escape and earned himself a look from Johnny. He felt his cock spasm
as the vibration increased. Pleasure spread from his groin and pooled in his
stomach, he closed his eyes, desperately trying not to move even an inch, if he
did his commander would make him run laps in the pissing rain or something
equally as awful. Somewhere music was playing, the tune to 'happy birthday'
some of the civilians sang along and Rufus rolled his eyes in obvious disgust.
He folded his legs and his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. Zack's grin
widened as he scanned the crowd of blue clad infantrymen, wondering which one
was Cloud and if he had remembered to remove the toy.
Cloud bit down hard on his bottom lip and felt Johnny nudge him. “What's
wrong?” Johnny hissed as he adjusted his grip on his rifle.
“N-Nothing...” Cloud managed to gasp. His cock was hard now as Zack upped the
vibrations, Cloud's hips twitched and he shifted his stance. Zack's eyes found
him in the crowd of helmeted men. It wasn't hard, he was the shortest one there
and looked exceedingly uncomfortable.
Junon harbour was packed to bursting, people had come from all over to engage
in the celebrations. There were to be fireworks and food and music, it was a
fun family event. Cloud moaned softly, hoping it had been drowned out by the
loud music still playing over the large speakers that lined the avenue. He
could feel tension growing in his groin, it was becoming unbearable. On stage
two Turks had brought out a massive birthday cake with numerous candles
burning. The President thanked the crowds and turned to blow the candles out,
the crowd whooped in delight. “Oh...f-fuck...” Cloud groaned, closing his eyes
and knowing that if he didn't get away soon he'd come right there in his pants.
His nerves were on fire and he gripped his rifle with hands that sweated inside
his gloves. Johnny continued to send him curious glances until finally they
were dismissed. Cloud felt the vibrations stop as Zack leapt lightly down from
the podium, followed by Sephiroth. They came to stand before the assembled
army.
“Ten-hut!” The commander of Cloud's unit called loudly. The soldiers put their
arms down by their sides, the street was filled with the sound of boots hitting
tarmac as they turned to the right as one. “Attention! Salute!”
Cloud lifted his gun, moving it in rhythm with everyone else. His movements
however were stiff and awkward, he still had a huge erection and it made him
more uncoordinated than ever. They transferred their guns to their other
shoulder and lifted their arms in a salute to the president. “Move out!” The
soldiers marched forward, “Left, Right, left...” The commander kept them in
time and Cloud desperately tried not to stumble. He passed by Zack who watched
him, still grinning.
They returned to Junon's barracks and Cloud stripped off his helmet and threw
it onto the bed. Johnny sat down beside it. “What the hell was up with you
today?” He asked.
“Nothing. I'm fine. I'm g-going...” Cloud's eyes widened and he flushed
brightly. Quickly he turned away and walked out of the room. Johnny watched him
go, completely confused. Cloud almost ran to the showers, he knew they wouldn't
be occupied yet and he desperately needed a wank. He dived into the large room
and slammed the door behind him. He leaned against it and closed his eyes,
tipping his head back as the egg began to vibrate again. He groaned loudly,
lifting a hand and rubbing his straining cock. “Oh shit...” He gasped, hips
jerking helplessly.
“Need some help there, soldier?”
Zack's voice made Cloud's eyes open, his pupils were blown wide with excitement
and he launched himself at Zack crushing their lips together as he slammed him
against the wall. “F-Fuck me...right here and now...I need your cock inside me
Zack.” He hissed, pulling on Zack's trousers with shaking hands. “Oh god...I'm
so fucking horny.”
Zack laughed and grabbed him around the waist, he pulled him close and ground
their hips together, enjoying Cloud's expression. “I can't say no to that.” He
breathed.
“I hate you...such a-a bastard...” Cloud grabbed the remote from Zack's hand
and turned the vibrator up to full. “Ah yes!” He closed his eyes, grinding his
hips into Zack's and hearing him grunt.
“Fuck, calm down.” Zack muttered, pulling open his trousers and yanking them
down to his knees. He grabbed Cloud and turned him around, slamming him front
first into the tiled wall. He undid Cloud's trousers, hissing filth into his
ear. “Did you like that, huh? I bet you nearly came in your pants...oh
fuck...you're so hot...Such a little slut...”
“Z-Zack...h-hurry...” Cloud gasped, hands curling into fists as he scrabbled at
the wall in desperation. Zack reached between Cloud's ass cheeks and removed
the egg, he let it fall to the floor before replacing it with his cock.
“Got me so hard thinking of you...down there and struggling not to make a
sound. Cloud...I fucking love you...” He pushed his cock inside Cloud's over
hot body.
“Yes, yes, yes! That's it! Right fucking there, Zack!” Cloud cried, his voice
echoing around the showers. Zack fucked him hard and fast, he grabbed Cloud's
wrists in his hands and kissed his throat, his hips slamming back and forth in
rapid thrusts. Their pants, groans and soft curses filled the room, neither of
them bothering to keep their voices down. After a few moments Zack released
Cloud's hands and reached down to his cock, he tugged it roughly, feeling
Cloud's hips slam back into his own.
“Cloud...so beautiful...” Zack closed his eyes, burying his face into Cloud's
sweaty hair. He felt tension growing in his gut and gasped, a small frown
creasing his brow as he felt Cloud tense around him.
“C-Coming...”
“I-I know...” Zack shifted and hit that sweet bundle of nerves inside Cloud's
body, he felt his muscles tense, a loud cry escaped his lips as semen
splattered the tiles in front of him. Zack groaned as his own orgasm swept
through him like a tidal wave. Finally Zack pulled out and Cloud slid down the
wall, falling sideways and lying on the cold tiles. He blinked dazedly up at
the ceiling and licked his dry lips. Zack lay down at his side, running a hand
through Cloud's messy hair. “Good?” He mumbled, barely able to force words from
his mouth. He felt Cloud trembling as the after shocks of his orgasm still
swept through his nerves. Cloud laughed softly, leaning into Zack's gentle
touch.
“Yeah. Worth it.” He gasped.
“We should do that again sometime...You looked so hot, screaming like that for
me.”
“Hm. Maybe next time it should be your turn.” Cloud whispered, running a hand
up Zack's chest and looking seductively into his eyes, a devilish smirk
crossing his face.
They exited the showers hand in hand, Zack dragged Cloud to his lips and they
kissed slowly for a long time. When they finally parted someone cleared their
throat. Cloud stiffened and peered around Zack to find the General himself
standing behind them with his arms folded. Zack turned and grinned guiltily.
“Hi, Sephiroth.” He said nervously.
“I do hope you've cleaned up after yourselves in there.” Sephiroth said, a tiny
smirk crossing his face as he turned and paused at the exit to the barracks.
“Oh yes and Zack?”
“Yeah?”
“Next time try to be more subtle with your little sex games, it would be
embarrassing for you if an incident like this ended up on your permanent
record.” He left the two of them, red with humiliation and laughed to himself
as he went.
***** It Should Be Impossible To Fly With Enlarged Testicles But Apparently It
Can Be Done... *****
Chapter Summary
     Ok...more bizarness from my bestie. Honestly, I think they should
     stop drinking because it makes them weird. :/ (Love you really, Amy!)
By Amy
Zack stumbled through the streets, Cloud attempting to support him as he
staggered this way and that, trying to act sober when he certainly was not.
Suddenly from nowhere, Angeal appeared and thrust his MASSIVE BALLS at them,
before flying away into the night, cackling like Genesis.
“What.” Cloud and Zack said in unison.
***** This Is Totally Not Funny Amy *****
Chapter Summary
     Best friend? >:/ Not for much longer. Lol.
“Sephiroth-saaaan~” Kimmimaru moaned, tugging at the trousers of the General
and limpeting onto his leg. “Let me be your waifuuuu~” She snuggled into the
fabric, rubbing her face up and down the length of his leg. “I want your peen!”
Sephiroth groaned, looking at the blonde attached to him. It seemed he would
have to undertake this task, for the honour of ShinRa and himself.
***** A Date. This Does Not Belong Here But Ok. *****
Chapter Summary
     Not our usual weird porn but Amy wrote it, its kind of tame for us
     actually. Clack. Also, I think this may be unfinished.
By Amy
 
Zack adjusted the collar of his shirt while glancing himself over in the mirror
one more time. He pulled the black jacket on, fingers pausing on the top
button. He'd leave it open, after all he could do it up on the ride over to the
restaurant. He looked at the clock; Cloud should be here shortly. He picked up
his wallet and with one last smooth of his hair, he headed to the door. They
were finally doing it, finally going out together for the first time as a
couple. Zack sat on the foot of the staircase, taking a deep breath. He had
butterflies in his stomach, and his heart was beating so fast it hurt. Getting
to see Cloud all dressed up, getting to hold his hand and kiss those lips that
were just for him. Zack giggled to himself, his blue eyes twinkling with joy.
The sound of the engine grew from faint to loud as Zack watched the headlight
of, what he presumed, was Cloud, draw up outside his door. Instinctively he
leapt to his feet, but took a deep breath as not to encapsulate Cloud in a long
embrace when he knocked on the door.
Knock knock
Zack tensed, and took a steady step towards the handle. Deep breaths now,
almost there...Zack pulled down the handle and opened the door, broad smile on
his lips as his gaze fell to the blond that stood on his doorstep.
Zack's smile widened when he noticed the small bouquet of flowers hidden rather
poorly behind the man's back. Cloud's cheeks flushed a little in the light as
he brought them out, handing Zack a collection of red roses peppered with the
flowers he knew Aerith sold in the slums. Zack took the gift, raising them to
his face and closing his eyes.
“Thank you.”
“It's okay. I-I wasn't sure what to get you and Aerith suggested-” Zack pressed
a finger to his lips. “It's okay, but I'm happy. I'm so happy right now.” Zack
turned, motioning Cloud to follow him in as he took the bouquet to the kitchen.
“Angeal brought me a vase for flowers when I moved in,” Zack explained, opening
a cupboard near the window. “But I never thought I'd be the one getting
flowers. Giving them, sure, but thank you, Cloud.” He pulled down a glass vase
and filled it with water. Cloud watched as he delicately unwrapped the bouquet
and eased them in. Angeal had clearly taught him how to look after plants,
Cloud thought, as he watched Zack carry the vase carefully to the living room
and setting it down upon the coffee table.
“I'm glad you like them.”
“I love them.”
“Even better,” Cloud grinned, taking a step forward and wrapping his arms
around Zack's waist, nuzzling his back. “You smell wonderful.” Cloud murmured,
tightening his grip. Zack chuckled, placing his hands on Cloud's. “You can
guess who it was a present from.”
“Genesis?”
“Yeah. Said I needed to take pride in myself – not like I don't!” Zack turned,
Cloud releasing him and looking his boyfriend up and down. He let out a long
whistle, blue eyes gleaming through those blond locks. “I am impressed! I just
look...weird.” Cloud motioned at himself. Zack took his time admiring the
finely tailored suit. Like his, it was black, however he was wearing a dark
blue shirt underneath.
***** SOLDIER: Lads night out on the lash m8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Now, Amy wanted to write an actual story for this but I thought it
     was funnier as is. I will warn American readers that this is
     basically very British. Think British blokes on the 'lash' (getting
     very, very drunk) in somewhere like Magaluf but insert FF7 characters
     into those roles...its a disastrous combination tbh. All blame lies
     with Amy. The weird nicknames are supposed to be printed on t-shirts
     btw.
By Amy
The Clunginator - Angeal
Professor Moistener - Sephiroth
Cumdumpster - Genesis
Golden TWINK - Cloud
Midgar's Bicycle - Zack
totally going out in Costa Del Sol on the lash and looking for "minge" (see:
man ass)
names on back - Zack has shitty pick up lines, Cloud has issues with dudes
trying to bum him. Sephiroth is pissed off with everyone and hides a bit??? -
genesis is arguing with people who make shitty comments at him being a
cumdumpster saying that he is a fucking gr8 fuck and Angeal is having to
restrain him - no women approach angeal bc his shirt is crap and people think
he's sexist. everyone punches zack at some point that night tbh bc he deserves
it for shitty t-shirt names i mean really wtf zack get a grip m8 i mean why the
clunginator i mean it makes him sound like a fanny-termintaor and no one wants
someone to destroy their minny i mean why that would fucking hurt. genesis is
probably though a fan of being jizzed on but he is a secret cumdumpster shhhh.
cloud at first is probably a bit like, oh noooo, like a renaisance (??) lady in
those paintings who don't want to be raped but the artist is a twit, but
otherwise starts like, totally getting in to it and making sephiroth and zack
jelly when he grinds his ass up against some buff dudes and is all like 'oh
yeah, fuck my ass <3' and then zack is all, whoa slow down m8, and trying to
tongue-wrestle cloud but he's having none of it. like it is p much like
Beelezboss by tencaious d. i mean sephiroth is obviously the devil in this
situation (and would have to take his sorry ass back to the lifestream). But
again cloud is the one going back to the lifestream to be sephiroth's little
bitch. Though i think that a rock-off would be a fight i guess with swords
which would be pretty cool. or a contest to see who can fuck the golden twink
the best but then tbh i think cloud would like that maybe. maybe they have to
"blow doors down" by blowing dick? that would be an idea maybe.
***** A Parody Of A Parody... *****
Chapter Summary
     A paradoy of Team Four Star's DBZ Abridged. I got the idea from
     Before Crisis because in that President ShinRa does nothing but
     continuously call for Sephiroth, even though the Turks are more than
     up to a task he still insists on bringing in Sephiroth...so this
     weirdness was born.
By Kimmimaru
“Sephiroth! Sephiroth!”
Sephiroth heard the presidents call from outside his office door, he sighed
heavily before composing himself and opening the door. “Sir?”
“Sephiroth, I saw a bird.”
“Yes sir.” Sephiroth sighed internally. “That's...nice.”
“Sephiroth...”
“Yes sir?”
“Kill it for me.”
“Uh...sir, it's already gone.”
“Sephiroth.”
“Yes sir?”
“Make me a bagel.”
Sephiroth blinked. He was a general of the entire ShinRa army and the president
wanted him to make bagels. “Sir, that is not in my job description.”
“Make me a bagel.”
“I will ask your secretary to make you one sir.” Sephiroth turned and left the
room before the President could ask another stupid question. He ordered the
woman to get the president a bagel before he heard his name called once again.
“Sephiroth!”
Sephiroth closed his eyes and prayed for patience. “Sir?”
“Sephiroth, bring me some Infantry men.”
“Why, sir?”
“Make them dance like monkeys.”
“I believe that is highly inappropriate, sir.”
“Sephiroth,”
“Yes sir?” Sephiroth grit his teeth against the urge to curse, he clasped his
hands behind his back and dug his finger nails into his skin in an attempt to
control his burgeoning anger.
“Bring me a potted plant.”
“Sir, I'm not your servant.”
“Sephiroth.”
“Sir?” Sephiroth sighed.
“Change my son's diaper.”
“Sir, your son is in his twenties, he doesn't need a diaper anymore.”
“He is a cry baby and a wimp.”
“Yes sir.” Sephiroth agreed in an attempt to stop the president from demanding
stupid things. It didn't work.
“Sephiroth.”
“Yes...sir...” Sephiroth said around clenched teeth.
“Bring me a manta-ray.”
“A...um...what, sir?”
“A manta-ray.”
“Sir, we're no where near the sea. It's not possible for me to get a manta-ray
and I'm not even certain they even exist in this universe.”
“Sephiroth!”
Sephiroth twitched but said nothing, merely glaring daggers at the president.
“Bring me a balloon and party hat.”
“Sir, I must insist that you stop with these requests. My job is to command
your army, not run errands.”
“I want a balloon and party hat.”
“Yes sir.” Sephiroth said stiffly and strode from the room, he explained to the
secretary what the president wanted and sent her off. When he returned the
President was swinging in his chair in a circle and wheeing.
“Sephiroth.”
“Yes sir.”
“I want a trumpet.”
“Sir, this is getting-”
“Now.”
Sephiroth left the office and got the lift down to the foyer. He left the
ShinRa building and went to the nearest music shop in sector six. When he
returned with the trumpet the president looked at it.
“I do not want it anymore. Take it back.”
Sephiroth's eye twitched.
***** Zack's Doin' Dirt Because Cloud's A Dick...or is it 'because' of his
dick? *****
Chapter Summary
     Yeah so...Public masturbation anyone?
By Kimmimaru
"The fact is simply that Sector Six is overcrowded, we're going to have to
build more housing or we will end up with people on the streets. The war with
Wutai is driving people from their homes and we're overrun with refugees..."
Zack zoned out Reeve's dull speech, he stared with glazed eyes across the room
at Scarlet who was pulling her bra up with a small frown of consternation as it
continuously slipped beneath the line of her dress. He watched the breasts
jiggle with his mouth slightly open, one hand cupping his chin as he rested on
the conference table. Being First was all right until he realised he had to
attend boring ass meetings and would be stuck hypnotised by the rhythmic
jiggles of Scarlet's boobs. It's not that it was turning him on, it was simply
that he couldn't look away even if he tried. Reeve droned on and Zack sighed
heavily, earning himself a glare from Sephiroth which he ignored. That was when
his phone buzzed in his pocket, he blinked and moved back from the table,
reaching into his pocket and withdrawing his PHS. He flipped it open beneath
the table and read the message.
From Cloud:
Fuck, Zack. I'm so bored. All I can think about is your cock.
What. The. Hell? Zack blinked down at the message and glanced back up to check
if anyone was watching, they weren't. He swallowed and shifted subtly before
writing a quick message back.
From Zack:
Shit, Cloud. I'm in a meeting!
Zack received a message back in seconds.
From Cloud:
I'm so hard, Zack. I need you inside me...
Zack cleared his throat quietly, feeling heat rising in his face.
From Zack:
Calm down. Where are you?
From Cloud:
I'm in Junon on a mission. I'm bored and horny. [Attachment]
Warily Zack opened the picture Cloud had sent with his message, he sucked in a
sharp breath and looked up to find Sephiroth staring at him and frowning. Cloud
had just sent him a dick pic and he was miles away. It was quite obvious just
how horny Cloud was, Zack could see his hand wrapped around the base of his
cock, the flushed pink head already leaking pre-come. Zack bit back a groan.
From Zack:
Gaia, Cloud. Stop fucking with me, I can't get out of this meeting to get
myself off!
From Cloud:
Hmm...I'm imagining you fucking your own fist now, thinking about how tight my
ass is. Bet you wanna bend me over the conference table and eat me in front of
all those people. Yeah Zack...I want your tongue in my ass.
Zack almost dropped his phone, he caught it with his knees. He swallowed hard
again, feeling heat rushing into his groin and wishing Cloud was there with
him.
From Zack:
I can almost hear you moaning my name. Your body under my hands...I wanna make
you scream my name. Gunna make sure you can't walk in the morning.
From Cloud:
Zack, I need your come inside me. I need to feel you. Fuck...
From Zack:
I'm so hard, Cloud. Want to put my dick between your lips, fuck your mouth and
come down your slutty throat.
From Cloud:
Mmm...yeah. I can taste you already. I'm going to run my tongue down your cock,
take you deep into my throat.
Zack closed his eyes momentarily, his hand resting on his upper thigh, a little
too close to his aching cock. He took a deep breath as he imagined Cloud's lips
on his dick, sucking and licking and moaning in that sweet voice. He shivered.
From Zack:
When I'm nice and wet I'm gunna throw you onto the bed and open your thighs.
I'm going to fuck you with your own spit as lube. I know you like it when it
hurts.
Zack could almost hear Cloud moaning, hand clutching his cock and moving up and
down. He saw him, in his minds eye, throwing his head back and fucking his fist
as he read the messages. He imagined he could hear him muttering his name. Yes
Zack! More! Ohh, fuck me hard! Zack.
From Cloud:
So close. Gunna come.
Zack groaned quietly, his hand was now rubbing his cock underneath the table.
His cheeks were flushed with colour and he could feel Sephiroth watching him
with a frown. He didn't care though as he imagined that Cloud was coming hard,
crying out for Zack and spurting all over his own chest. He hissed as he felt
his own cock spasm underneath his uniform pants, his eyesight went blurry as he
realised with shock that he was coming. Now more people were looking at him in
confusion and concern, Zack felt shaky as he blinked around at everyone.
Scarlet was giving him a weird look and he suddenly realised he had just jerked
himself off in the middle of a meeting. He cleared his throat and frowned, it
was suddenly very, very warm in the room.
"Zack, are you well?" Sephiroth asked, a knowing smirk curling his lips.
Zack nodded jerkily. "Uh...I'm actually not feeling too good. Would it be all
right if I went home?" He looked at Sephiroth then to Lazard who was looking
genuinely worried.
"Perhaps you should go down to the medical wing and get yourself checked out?"
Lazard asked quietly.
Zack almost groaned. The last thing he wanted was to have a bunch of scientists
rushing around him and doing weird tests because they thought he was ill.
SOLDIER didn't get sick, the Mako inside them prevented it. He shook his head.
"No, I'm fine. I just think I'm over tired." He tried a smile and Lazard nodded
reluctantly.
"Well, if you get any worse I insist you go down to the medical wing, we can't
have you getting sick."
Sephiroth cleared his throat and stood up smoothly. "I will escort him, sir."
He said and Lazard nodded.
"Good. Make sure he's ok."
"I will. Come, Zack."
Already did. Zack thought as Sephiroth swept around the table and he slowly got
to his feet, trying to hide the wet stain on the front of his pants as he
awkwardly followed Sephiroth from the room. When they were a little way down
the hall Sephiroth turned to Zack. "I should thank your little blond friend for
giving me a way out of that boring meeting." He said and chuckled when Zack
gaped at him. "I'm not as stupid as you seem to think, Zack. However, I think
you should reassure Lazard because I think he thinks you're going the same way
as Genesis did."
"Ah...uh...yeah...I guess." Zack grinned awkwardly and rubbed the back of his
head as his cheeks flushed. Sephiroth laughed again and walked away, Zack
watched him go feeling like an idiot and decided he would get Cloud back as
soon as he could.
***** Cloudcest because I'm pretty sure this used to be a thing *****
Chapter Summary
     Cloud/Cloud...yup. Unfinished randomness.
By Kimmimaru
The bed hit the back of his knees and he collapsed backwards, glowing mako eyes
wide as he reversed. He watched his 'other self' crawl onto the bed after him,
one knee planted firmly on the soft mattress as he smirked down at him.
"What's...what's going on?" Cloud asked in a hoarse voice as his other self
chuckled softly and slid a hand slowly down the front of his worn First Class
uniform. Cloud swallowed, eyes scanning the room as panic started to set in.
His other self laughed again, pushing hair from his burning eyes and slowly
beginning to undo his belt.
Cloud was speechless as he watched his other self strip off his uniform,
tossing it casually to the floor and revealing a chest with a familiar scar
right down the centre of his sternum. Cloud's lips parted but he had no time to
speak again as the clone crawled onto the bed, topless and smiling. He was
pinned. Trapped by strong arms as he stared up into his own face. The only
difference were the eyes. Cloud's eyes were blue, this other...creatures were
acidic green and oddly familiar. The clone leaned down and brushed Cloud's ear
with his lips, drawing a shiver from him. "Just hold still, it'll be better for
you that way." He drew back, scanning Cloud's face intently and running a bare
hand down Cloud's face and neck, pausing at his collar bone to trail the ends
of ragged nails over his skin. The clone tugged at Cloud's top, encouraging him
to remove it. Cloud felt his hands move without his volition, he frowned as he
unstrapped his belt and untucked his shirt from his pants. He arched his back
as he slipped it over his head and tossed it to the floor along with the
clones. Cloud swallowed nervously as he watched a hand, his own hand, move down
his chest, pausing at the scar on his rib cage before moving slowly down his
body to the top of his pants. "You look good like this; stretched out on the
bed, ready for me." The clone smirked again, leaning down to brush their lips
together. "I'm sure He would like to see you this way."
"Wh-who?" Cloud managed to rasp, hissing a little as the clone slipped fingers
into his trousers and took hold of his cock. His fingers were cold but also
kind of pleasant.
"You know who." The clone replied, pressing their lips together and kissing him
gently.
"Voldemort?" Cloud frowned, the clone rolled his green eyes irritably.
"No."
"You mean...Sephir-"
"Shh."
Cloud swallowed again, frowning as he turned his face away. "Get off." He
growled, finally reaching up and trying to push his other self away from him.
The clone laughed again, the sound harsh in the quiet bedroom and a little
insane. "It's pointless. You know it is. Don't fight this, Cloud...you want
it."
Cloud shuddered but gave up trying to prevent the inevitable, he felt the clone
tighten his grip on his cock and groaned. He lifted his hand and pushed it into
his hair, eyes narrowing as he arched his back into the pleasurable pressure.
The doppelgänger ran a thumb over the wet tip of Cloud's aching cock, he used
his other hand to unzip Cloud's fly and gently pulled down his trousers. "W-
Wait..." Cloud gasped, holding up a hand and shifting onto his elbows. He
brought his face close to the clones, a small frown creasing his brow. "Tell
me...what's going on? Who are you?"
The clone threw his head back, laughing loudly as he continued to massage
Cloud's cock in the exact same way he did when he masturbated. Cloud moaned,
allowing his head to fall back. "You'll see." The clone said, shifting so that
he moved down Cloud's body again and brought his lips level with his erection.
He smirked up at Cloud before taking the head between his lips and running his
tongue over the tip. Cloud huffed out a tiny breath and fell back against the
pillows, he gave himself over to the intense pleasure and pushed one hand deep
into the clones soft hair. Exactly like his own.
***** Cloudcest v2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Another Cloud/Cloud fic by Amy because we both wanted a go at this.
     Personally I feel mines better but then I'm just awesome that way
     (Lol, jking) I also added a bit of my own at the end, because Amy
     added this same thing to half of my stories...call it revenge.
by Amy =^_^=
Cloud could see nothing. He opened his eyes slowly, but again there was
nothing. Where was he? He looked around into the expanse of blackness, trying
in vain to find a landmark. He was unsure if his eyes had gone blurry, but
objects started to morph from the darkness and form around him.
"Cloud..."
Cloud turned around, looking for the voice that sounded just like his. There
was no one there, nothing but his own reflection staring back at him. He
sighed, rubbing his eyes and stared back at himself. Something was off though.
The version of himself in the mirror wore the outfit of a First Class. Cloud
looked himself up and down, he was in his infantry blues - what he always wore.
He approached the mirror cautiously, stretching out a hand to touch the
surface. His reflection followed suit, until he felt the leather of their
gloves meet.
"What?" Cloud was about to pull his hand away, but this reflection - if it
could be called that - grabbed his wrist and with his strong arms, pulled him
towards the mirror.
"You're safe now." The husky voice of this alternative Cloud whispered in his
ear. Cloud felt an arm snake around his waist and pull him closer to the more-
defined body, the hand releasing his wrist and possessively grabbing his hair.
"No one can hurt you. I'll keep you safe." It whispered again, nuzzling its
face into Cloud's neck, nipping lightly at the skin.
Cloud let out a soft whimper, wrapping his arms around the neck of himself that
continued to nip and lick at his neck. "Why...what is this?" Cloud moved his
head to the side, eyes half-closed as he gave the other better access. The
other Cloud didn't respond to his question, he just continued his work on
Cloud's neck, drawing the hand from Cloud's hair to whip off the scarf and make
quick work of the shirt. His hand trailed from Cloud's waist down to his ass,
gripping a cheek firmly, then easing his grasp. "I won't let them hurt you.
I'll do this myself." It murmured into Cloud's collarbone.
Cloud's eyes glazed over as this other Cloud slowly removed his clothes until
his infantry blues lay around his feet. The touches, kisses and places where
those hands wandered felt exquisite on his skin - unsurprisingly, of course.
This other self had to set massaging his shoulders as Cloud sat in his lap. He
made small moans as the tension started to release. He leaned in, brushing his
lips against the others just as soft mouth. "I don't know...why you're...do-
doing this but," Cloud's breath hitched as the other Cloud lowered a hand down
to his semi-hard cock. He hissed out a lengthy breath before continuing, "but
please-ahh, just...just do what you need to. I ca-can't take this." Cloud's
head rolled forward, resting on the others pauldron, his mouth open and panting
heavily as the First Class stroked him harder and faster.
"Thank you." The First Class Cloud muttered as he pushed the naked Cloud down
onto what was now velvety soft sheets. His head fell back into plump pillows,
his arms resting either side of him as the clothed Cloud straddled his hips.
"I'll keep you safe." He unstrapped the pauldron from his shoulder, throwing it
to the side. Cloud pulled himself up, helping with the belt around his waist.
It was a strange notion, knowing that he was going to see his own body
reflected at him but not in a mirror. They both worked at the clothes until the
First Class looked down at him. His body was more defined and evenly muscled. A
scar sat in the middle of his chest - one that Cloud had never had. He ran his
fingers lightly over the mark, the other wincing and grabbing his wrist. "I
won't let it happen to you." He slowly lowered Cloud's hand and leaned in,
running his tongue over the blossom-coloured lips before easing them open.
The two lay entwined within the sheets, their naked bodies rubbing against each
other as they rolled all over this seemingly never-ending mattress. Cloud
groaned as he felt the heat in his groin prickle. His stomach felt damp and the
scent of sweat, something that could only be described as earthy, and his own
musk caught in his nose. The concoction was strange, but soothing. Cloud
groaned into the others mouth, bucking and grinding his hips. "I need you."
"Will you?" The reflection pulled away, and held his erection in his hand. Just
like Cloud, his face was flushed; beads of sweat on his brow and lips swollen
from the kissing. Cloud nodded, pushing the other back into the soft sheets and
took the tip straight into his mouth.
The First Class made an unholy groan as he ran his hand through the feather-
soft hair. He balled up his fist as he hissed and panted out Cloud's name as
the infantryman licked, nipped and massaged his erection.
AND THEN GENESIS CAME IN ON A WRECKING BALL NAKED
***** Because It's Canon That Cloud's A Numpty And Has Never Seen Raw
Vegetables (Trust me, check out the 'On The Way To A Smile' stories on
Lifestream.net) *****
Chapter Summary
     This is silly but I'm not sorry. Cloud is an idiot.
By Kimmimaru
Cloud stared at the weird purple thing for a long time. It was strangely shaped
and had a little green stalk sticking from one end. He reached out and picked
it up, looking down at the list Tifa had given him. He was supposed to be
buying some food for the bar but he had been too embarrassed to admit that he
actually had no idea what half the vegetables she had listed looked like. He
had only ever seen them cooked and this market had only fresh veg on sale. He
shifted, feeling horribly awkward as he stared at the purple thing. It was very
pretty and had nice smooth skin, he stroked it before realising how weird he
must look and quickly put it back. He felt heat in his cheeks as he saw the
stall holder staring at him curiously, he turned away. He checked the list
again;
Fifteen cloves of garlic
Twenty Aubergines
Fifty carrots
Two bags of white onions, one bag of red
Six broccoli
Same amount of Cauliflower
Butter beans
String beans...
It went on for nearly three pages and at the end was a little smiley face.
Cloud sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he moved down the stall, looking
at everything and finally spotting something he actually recognised. They were
orange and he knew carrots were orange. Excitedly he turned to the stall
holder. "Can I get fifty carrots?" He asked and pointed to the orange
vegetables.
"Sir, they're...er...not carrots." The man said slowly, acting as if Cloud was
obviously mentally challenged. He smiled patronisingly. "They're oranges."
Cloud blinked and looked at them, they were round and he remembered seeing
round carrots in his mom's stews. "But..."
"Here, let me take a look at that list, son." The man said kindly and held out
his hand, Cloud made a face and reluctantly handed it over. "I see. Yup. Hmm. I
can only give you one bag of white onions, we're running pretty low..." He
looked up at Cloud who shrugged. "Ok, then please wait here while I get the
things for you."
Cloud returned to the bar carrying heavy bags full of vegetables. He went into
the kitchen and dumped them on the table, presenting them to Tifa. "The guy at
the market said he only had one bag of the round brown things..." He trailed
off as Tifa raised her eyebrows.
"Onions?"
"Yeah. Those." He nodded and handed her a bag, she looked into it and sighed.
"Cloud, these are squashes."
"What?!" Cloud looked into the bag and found several round things, they looked
different from what he knew cooked onions looked like. "I...I just..."
"Cloud, do you even know what vegetables look like?" She asked, looking at him
with laughter in her eyes.
"Fuck off, Tifa." Cloud grumbled, throwing a purple thing at her. She caught it
and smiled deviously.
"You really have no idea, do you?" She laughed, holding out the purple
vegetable for him to see. "This is an Aubergine. It's purple and shiny-"
"And soft." Cloud nodded, looking at her with wide blue eyes. He looked so much
like a kid Tifa doubled over in stitches.
"You...you stroked an aubergine? Oh Cloud..." She wiped at her eyes, still
chuckling as she moved to the bags and began getting out each vegetable and
telling him what they were. She had known that Cloud's upbringing had been
pretty old fashioned, his mother had likely done all his cooking, cleaning and
everything else but she had never expected him not to have known what
vegetables looked like. It was strange and highly amusing as she watched him
squirm in embarrassment every time she mentioned it. She had a sudden sinking
feeling in her gut as she realised that Cloud likely expected her to be 'house
wife', even though she had a job in the bar. She groaned to herself and put a
hand to her head. If he'd never seen a vegetable, he had never cooked before.
She decided she was going to teach him, even if it took the rest of their
damned lives. She was not going to be stuck in a gods damned kitchen.
***** Genesis Finally Gets One Up On Sephiroth When He Discovers His Only
Weakness (Set when they're teenagers...So essentially they're still kids) *****
Chapter Summary
     Non-graphic Genesis/Sephiroth!
By Kimmimaru
Genesis flew at Sephiroth, sword raised high above his head. Sephiroth's damned
smirk was on his face as he sidestepped, whipping around and blocking the blow
in one smooth move. He chuckled and Genesis growled furiously, grinding his
teeth and he leapt straight back into action. Angeal watched and sighed as his
friends fought, he leaned against a holographic tree and yawned. He saw
Sephiroth's feet moving, almost like a dance as he turned and circled behind
Genesis, giving him a sharp slap on the backside with the flat of his blade.
Genesis swore violently and Sephiroth answered him with another laugh. Angeal
rolled his eyes, pushing himself away from the tree. He caught up his practice
sword and aimed it carefully. He watched Sephiroth's boots, skipping backwards
as he dodged Genesis' rapid blows and grinned to himself before throwing his
sword at Sephiroth's feet.
Sephiroth gasped, eyes widening as he tripped backwards. Angeal's sword tangled
in his feet and he fell with a grunt, wincing as the shock sent pain up through
his back.
"One for Banora!" Genesis cried in jubilation, turning to Angeal who smiled at
him. "Team work, Angeal." He gave his friend a sharp clap on the back before
turning his eyes to his downed opponent.
Sephiroth was just catching his breath, he opened his eyes to look up into his
friends faces. He frowned irritably at them. "That was cheating and you know
it."
Angeal shrugged. "It was a perfectly valid move. If we are in a battle and I'm
too far away to help Genesis, or even you, I would do the same. Here, let me
help you up." He held out his hand and Sephiroth grasped it but before Angeal
could pull him up, Sephiroth yanked him so that he fell forwards. Angeal swore
and struggled back to his knees, glaring down into Sephiroth's face. Sephiroth
smirked, grabbed Angeal's uniform in both fists and used his weight to roll
them both over so that he was on top. He grabbed a knife he kept inside his
boot and brought it to Angeal's throat, grabbing a handful of his hair to
expose his neck. They grinned at each other. He didn't notice Genesis slide up
behind him, or his hands as he slipped them underneath his arms.
"Tickle, tickle." Genesis whispered into Sephiroth's ear as he wiggled his
fingers against Sephiroth's sides.
The reaction was so sudden and so extreme Angeal almost got his throat slit by
accident. Sephiroth jerked, head falling backwards and a stupid, unmanly giggle
escaping him. The knife dropped from his hands and he rolled away from them,
curling into a ball and stifling the humiliating sound with his hand. The other
two gaped at him in shock. Genesis' eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his
face as he dived for Sephiroth once more. Sephiroth tried to defend himself but
he was so ticklish he was rendered helpless with laughter. Tears sprung to his
eyes as he tried and failed to buck Genesis off of him, he tried to grab his
friends hands but they wouldn't stop. He giggled, sputtered, made weird noises
and tried to get the torture to stop but failed each and every time. "Finally!"
Genesis hissed in glee. "I know your weakness, Sephiroth!"
"N-No..." Sephiroth sputtered, tears sliding down his face as Genesis attacked
his ribs without mercy. Somehow the bastard had got his coat open and was now
sliding his hands over his bare sides. "G-Gods...G-Gen-Genesis...S-Stop!" He
choked on another weak giggle.
Angeal laughed at the sight of Sephiroth rolling on the fake grass, laughing
hysterically. It actually made him look human. He brought out his PHS and took
a quick picture, a reminder that inside that cold outer shell was a man. "If
the enemy were to discover this we'd all be doomed." He said and Sephiroth
cursed loudly, finally lifting a fist and punching Genesis in the face.
Genesis fell back, covering his nose as blood poured between his gloved
fingers. "You shit!" He gasped, getting a mouthful of blood and spitting it to
the floor.
Sephiroth sat up, his hair a beautifully tangled mess around his head. He
frowned, panting heavily as he started to run his fingers through it to
untangle the silver strands. "You deserve that." He replied coolly.
"I had no idea the great Silver General was ticklish." Angeal commented,
grinning as Sephiroth turned furious eyes on him. His cheeks were flushed, his
eyes sparkling with unshed tears of mirth.
"Neither did he." Sephiroth replied, rising to his feet smoothly. "It seems
that I am at a disadvantage now."
Genesis cursed and grumbled to himself, a soft green glow surrounding him as he
used cure to heal his nose. When he was done he stood up and used a tissue
Angeal gave him to clean the blood off of his face. "You could have broken my
nose!" He snapped at Sephiroth angrily.
"It would be an improvement." Sephiroth replied, buttoning up his coat and
standing straight.
Genesis flushed. "You think you're so great, don't you? Well, when your fanclub
find out that their precious General acts like a fool whenever someone tickles
him-"
Sephiroth moved with such speed Angeal almost missed it. One moment he was a
foot away, the next he had slammed Genesis into the wall so hard his head hit
the control panel. Sparks hissed around them, the hologram flickered and died.
"If you dare tell anyone about this I will not hesitate to gut you like the
arrogant pig you are." He growled, one arm over Genesis' throat. Genesis
managed to grin, despite the fact he was having difficulty breathing.
The tension mounted until Angeal felt the need to break it up but, before he
could do so much as speak, Genesis had grabbed a handful of Sephiroth's hair
and dragged him to his lips. Angeal's mouth opened in shock. He blinked a few
times, in the hopes he was dreaming. Maybe it was a nightmare and he would wake
up but no. Sephiroth kissed him back hard, teeth biting into Genesis' lip as he
pulled away with a low, threatening growl. "You're such a pathetic coward."
Genesis hissed, eyes narrowed into two dangerous slits as Sephiroth released
his throat and wrapped an arm around his waist. "You act all high and mighty,
but the second someone dares to rip away those stupid masks you wear you act as
if you've been fatally wounded."
"Shut up. You prissy little ass." Sephiroth growled, kissing Genesis again.
Angeal saw their tongues between their open mouths and decided to make a
tactical retreat. He knew when he wasn't needed and if he stayed things would
likely get dangerous.
"Me? Prissy?!" Genesis snorted derisively, pushing himself forward and making
Sephiroth back up a few paces. "Your ego is so huge it eclipses the fucking
moon!" He grabbed Sephiroth's hair and pulled it harshly, making him wince.
"Don't touch my hair, you prick!" Sephiroth grabbed him and slammed him back
against the wall. "You have an ego equal to mine, so don't talk shit." He
muttered into Genesis' mouth as they kissed again, breathing heavily as they
pressed their hips against each other.
XXX
"Oh dear Gaia." Hojo sighed as he saw the state Sephiroth was in. He shook his
head. "Have you been with that Genesis creature again?"
"That, is none of your business, Hojo. Just give me the damned medication so I
can leave." Sephiroth said and shifted a little, he hid the wince as his back
twinged. He was covered in scratches, bite marks and dark bruises but he smiled
when he thought about the man who had made them. He loved to hate Genesis.
Hollander observed Genesis with a frown. He was standing rather stiffly, chest
exposed and revealing some rather impressive wounds. Not one of them was made
by a blade.
"Did you get into a fight with a cat?" He asked as he walked over to a cabinet
and withdrew a bottle of disinfectant and a swab.
Genesis smirked, sitting gingerly on the examination table and crossing one leg
over the other. "You could say that." He purred and his smile grew.
Hollander sighed and set to cleaning Genesis' scratches. He thought the deep
bite mark on his shoulder looked suspiciously like human teeth but didn't say
anything. What his experiment did in its free time was none of his business.
***** What If Cid And Shera Noticed That Their Swear Words Were Being Censored?
*****
Chapter Summary
     Cid and Shera are a wonderful couple...I will have no badmouthing
     them. They're made in heaven...although Shera obviously can't make
     tea to save her life, poor thing.
By Kimmimaru
"God damn %&*^$£' piece o' !^"%!" Cid swore loudly, kicking at the engine that
rested on the floor of his workshop angrily.
"What did you just say?" Shera looked at him, she stood in the door holding two
cups of tea in her hands. She frowned.
"I said; God damn %&*^$£' piece o' !^"%!" He said again and blinked. He looked
up and saw his speech square and the strange symbols that scrambled his
swearing into nonsense. "What the hell? Where did this *&%$ come from? Wha's it
doin'?" he reached up and tried to grab the blue square hanging by his head but
couldn't reach it. He scratched his head and put a hand on his hip. "Shera? Get
me that god damned ladder!"
Shera nodded and left the room, frowning a little in concern. She wasn't sure
if she was dreaming or what but those blue boxes of speech concerned her. She
returned holding a step ladder and handed it to Cid who set it up and climbed
it. He poked the box curiously, wincing a little as if he expected it to
explode. Carefully he slipped a wrench out from his tool belt and tapped it, it
wobbled but didn't do much else. "What is it, Cid?" Shera asked nervously,
putting a hand to her mouth.
"Dunno." Cid replied, biting down on the cigarette between his teeth. "It looks
kinda like a cartoon speech box...We in a cartoon, Shera?" He asked.
"No. Not that I'm aware of."
"Huh. Well, it ain't lettin' me swear so it gotta go." He smacked the thing
with his wrench again and watched it wobble. "&^*$ing stupid blue-ass..." He
froze, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Shera?!"
"Y-Yes?"
"It just let me say 'ass'..."
"Did it?"
"Yeah." Cid scratched at his chin and looked around the back of the blue
square. It was flat like paper. "Weird."
"Cid?" Shera looked at him with wide eyes.
"What is it, woman?!" Cid snapped angrily.
"Um...have you ever noticed that you kind of look like you're made of lego?"
"What?!" Cid let go of the ladder and inspected himself, he cried out loudly
and fell backwards. "^&%*")(£^$("("*!!!!" He said as he hit the floor. "Ow!"
"Cid!" Shera ran to his side and fell to her knees as the old pilot sat up
groggily.
"I do look like a ^&*£in' lego man!"
"I wonder what's going on? Why didn't we notice this? You don't even have a
mouth!" Shera put her hands over the place her mouth should have been and cried
out silently. "Cid, I think we're stuck in some alternate universe where-Cid?"
She watched as Cid stood up and walked slowly towards the ladder, his eyes on
the ceiling. Except...there was no ceiling. Just a great clear screen that
looked out on a strange world beyond. A world where people weren't lego people.
"Maybe space ain't the last place man has left to explore..." Cid considered
thoughtfully. "If I can get up there, I could go-"
"No! Cid, please! It's too dangerous, we don't know what's out there! Look,
everything's...everything's all three dimensional!"
"Pah, don't get your knickers in a twist." Cid grumbled, planting both hands on
his hips and looking up through the clear glass. "Sometimes a man's gotta do
what a man's gotta do! Women ain't gunna understand, your minds are all...all
full up o' cookin' an' &*^%."
Shera frowned and folded her arms across her chest. "Fine. Go."
"What?" Cid looked at her and blinked.
Shera shrugged. "Go. Go and get eaten by giant three dimensional monsters. I
don't care you sexist &^*%."
***** Cait Sith Is A Dick And I Want To Kill Him *****
Chapter Summary
     Ok, so this story begins when I receive my first PS1...FF7 has been
     out a little while now and I'm old enough to play it (Well...not
     really but I do anyway). I begin the best adventure of my young life
     only to reach the Gold Saucer and find myself confronted by
     this...thing. Is it a bear? Is it a Cat? Is it Barrett in a sailor
     outfit? I don't know but when It joins my team (giving me no choice)
     it begins a life-long grudge against this fucking cat and its useless
     fucking megaphone!
By Kimmimaru
"Och, what're ya doin' Cloudo?!"
Cloud flinched as the robotic cat leapt onto his desk and promptly started to
knock things off of it. He watched as pencils were sent flying across the
floor, papers scattered and the damned cat started to lie down right on top of
his laptop. "Get off you stupid pest!" Cloud grabbed the cat by the scruff of
its neck and lobbed it towards the door.
"Noooo! I doon' wanna die!" It yowled as it hit the wall and fell down it.
"I don't care! Go bug someone else, I'm working!"
Cait Sith hung its head and shuffled out the door. "All right, I know when I'm
not wanted." He sighed and Cloud started to pick up the stuff the stupid cat
had tossed everywhere.
XXX
Vincent rarely spent much time in Edge but he had wanted to see Cloud and Tifa
so he had dropped by. He sat at the bar while Tifa was out back getting new
stock to fill the barrels. He took a sip of his drink and heard a soft meow. He
looked down to see Cait Sith sitting by his foot. "Go away." He said sharply,
not wanting the cat around.
"Och, I only wan'ed ta..."
"No."
"But-"
"No."
"I-"
"No!" Vincent pulled his gun and without looking at Cait, he shot it in the
head. Stuffing exploded everywhere and Vincent smirked as he twirled his gun
around a finger and returned it to its holster on his leg. He sighed and took
another sip of his drink.
"What was that noise?" Tifa asked as she emerged carrying a huge barrel.
"Nothing." Vincent muttered, kicking the corpse of the animal underneath the
seat beside him.
"It sounded like gun fire."
"I was merely venting some frustration." Vincent smiled and Tifa shrugged.
"Ok."
"Good afternoooon!" Cait leapt from the ceiling fan, landing directly in
Vincent's lap. Vincent cursed and stood up, drawing his gun and putting another
bullet in the stupid things head.
Tifa blinked at the body of Cait. "How many is that now?"
"I lost count at a hundred and six." Vincent admitted. "They're like rats, they
keep coming back."
Tifa sighed. "Unfortunately there isn't an exterminator that exists that gets
rid of Cait Sith's."
There was the sound of metal claws on wood but this time the damned cat didn't
even have time to yowl. Vincent's gun was in his hand and it was dead before it
had got a foot closer to the bar. It lay there, smoking a little and twitching
by the door.
"What's all the racket?" Cloud asked, entering the bar and gazing around
curiously. He spotted the cats and nodded to himself. "Ah. Yeah, I thought I'd
got rid of them all but they're as bad as roaches."
"Hm." Vincent agreed.
"Aw, no one loves Cait." The cat said from where it sat on top of the bar.
Cloud moved, he grabbed the thing by its head and crushed it before flinging
the body away.
"No. No one loves Cait." Cloud agreed, striding around the bar and grabbing
himself a beer, he popped the top and sipped.
Cait continued to appear in random places throughout the day until there was
quite a sizeable pile of furry corpses in the bar. Finally just as Vincent shot
his fiftieth Cait the door slammed open and revealed Reeve looking very pissed
off. "Will you stop killing me!" He shouted, his hair was a mess and he had
burn marks on his face, his beard was missing in some areas as if he had been
electrocuted. He reeked of ozone and his hair was standing on end. "Every time
one dies I get shocked!"
"Stop sending the damned cats then." Vincent grumbled.
"I don't control them! They have lives of their own-Oh gods! Look at them!" He
shrieked, putting his hands in his hair in despair as he saw the pile of cats.
"How many?!" He asked, voice almost bordering on a screech. "How many?!!"
"I lost count." Cloud replied.
"Ahhh! My poor babies!" He fell to his knees beside the dead Cait's and hugged
one to his chest. "Daddy will fix you. He promises. Poor little things, you've
all got boo boo's."
The three others in the bar exchanged looks. "He's the guy running the WRO?
We're in trouble." Cloud muttered in a low voice and smirked.
"They're just robot's Reeve, no one cares."
Reeve looked up at Vincent, tears in his eyes. "They're not just robots!
They're my children! My ickle baby-pussy-wussies!" He broke into hysterical
sobs.
"I think he's taken on too much. Lost his mind. I thought I was insane." Cloud
shook his head, sipping his beer, he looked over into the empty corner of the
room. "Sephiroth tells me I'm not but we can't believe him, he's not all there
himself."
Vincent and Tifa exchanged looks. "Reeve isn't the only one who has lost his
mind."
"Hm. I'm surrounded by the insane." Tifa sighed and shook her head.
***** FF7 and Fanfiction: What if they read it? *****
Chapter Summary
     Literally just Cloud and Vincent reading Fanfiction and Aerith is
     blatantly the BIGGEST Clack shipper and no one is going to tell me
     otherwise. (Do I ship Zerith? Yes. Do I ship Cloti? Yes. I ship all
     the characters in one giant orgy. Because I can.)
By Kimmimaru
"What're you doing?" Cloud asked as he leaned over the back of the office chair
and peered at the screen of Vincent's laptop.
"I have discovered an interesting site." He said slowly, frowning a little as
he tapped at the keys. "There are people who have written stories about us."
"Us? You and me?"
"Sometimes...but there's stories about all of us here." He pointed at the
screen with his gauntleted hand. "It is called 'Fanfiction dot net'."
"Huh? Really?" Cloud leaned in and frowned. "There's stuff about me and
Sephiroth?" He arched an eyebrow.
"Yes. And many others. They're called 'pairings'."
"What does that mean?"
"It appears that some people have...fantasies...about some of us in rather
inappropriate situations."
"Riiight..." Cloud reached over Vincent and clicked on one of the stories, he
read a little of it and cringed. "What the hell is Sephiroth doing to me?!" He
exclaimed in horror.
"It appears he is having anal sex with you." Vincent smirked.
"But why?! I always kinda thought Sephiroth was asexual..."
Vincent shrugged. "They are sexual fantasies, Cloud."
"Yeah. Right." Cloud sighed as Vincent opened another story. "Who's that?"
"Me and..." He read the pairing and his eyes widened in horror. "Cid! What is
he doing to me?! No! Get off! Stop that!" He clicked the back button and
shuddered violently, hands gripping the desk tightly. "That is disgusting!"
Cloud laughed. "I wanna read that!"
"No." Vincent growled, giving Cloud a glare.
"Oh come on, you've read that one about me and Sephiroth!"
"I don't care." Vincent sniffed and found another story. "They even pair me
with Yuffie?! She's a child! That is sick!"
Cloud snorted. "Well, they're only sexual fantasies, Vince."
"Shut up or I'll shoot you." Vincent grumbled. "Ah-hah! You and Zack are a
popular pairing. It appears that the tragedy of your story appeals to many."
"What? But Zack was my friend...ew." Cloud made a face of disgust.
"It even has its own name; Clack."
"Clack? Like...the noise?" Cloud frowned.
"It is an amalgamation of your names."
"So what's yours and Cid's?" Cloud smirked. "Cidcent?"
"Go away."
"Nope." Cloud sniggered and leaned over the desk again. "Tifa and Aerith? Ok,
now I'm interested." He clicked on the story and started reading, a soft flush
staining his cheeks. "Hmm...I might remember this for later." He muttered to
himself.
"Enough." Vincent clicked on another story and Cloud whined. "Shut up, you had
your turn." He muttered. "What is...ASGCZ?" He wondered curiously and clicked
on the link. "Oh, I see. It appears people also pair you with Angeal, Genesis,
Sephiroth and Zack as well. By the looks of things you're quite the little
slut."
"Hey! Don't be a dick, Vince." Cloud grumbled sulkily. "Hey, who's that
author?"
"Hm? Clack-lover-2000?" Vincent clicked on the link and they read the profile
of the person.
Female, age twenty two, extra awesome Cetra! I can talk to the planet and shit.
Anyway, I'm a massive Clack shipper...they're my OTP. It's pretty much all I
write...except maybe a bit of Clerith and sometimes Zerith because...you know,
I have to mix it up a bit. Tee hee.
"AERITH!" Cloud exclaimed loudly, making Vincent wince at the volume of his
voice. "That dirty little...Oh my gods! She's written hundreds!"
"She seems to be quite into the pairing." Vincent commented in amusement at
Cloud's reaction. "She dated you both so it's perfectly understandable."
"No! No! Zack was my friend! We didn't...we never..." Cloud flushed and cleared
his throat, frowning a little as he avoided Vincent's eyes.
"You did...didn't you?" Vincent smirked deviously.
"No."
"I can see it in your face. You had sexual experiences with Zack Fair."
"No I did not."
Vincent started to chuckle. "This is gold. Aerith would die if she knew."
"Don't you dare tell her!" Cloud's eyes widened.
"Oh? I thought you didn't do anything with him?"
"Fuck off! You tricked me!"
***** A war between SOLDIER and the Turks? Bad news for ShinRa. *****
Chapter Summary
     PRANK WARRRRRR! Who doesn't love a prank war? There's no smut, just
     humour. :)
By Kimmimaru
It was war. Lazard and Veld had no idea how it had started or how they could
end it. ShinRa was overtaken by chaos and they were helpless to stop it. Tseng
had, at first, been unaware of the impending storm that would take over the
building until Reno stormed into the Turks offices with badly dyed green hair.
Cissnei had laughed so hard she almost spat her coffee over her keyboard, Rude
turned away, rubbing at his eyes as he bent double in silent giggles. Reno was
furious. "You look like a holiday decoration." Tseng observed, lips twitching
in a smirk as Reno slammed his half-empty mug onto his desk and glared at him.
"Fuck you." He growled.
"How on earth did it happen and is it permanent? You cannot do any missions
that involve stealth until that outrageous colour is gone." Tseng replied,
choosing to ignore Reno's choice of words and offensive address.
"Yeah, yeah. I got ya, yo." Reno sighed, running fingers through his weird red
and green patched hair and glaring over at Cissnei who was now crying openly
with hysterical laughter. "Laugh it up, yo. I'll show 'im not to fuck with me."
He added in a grumble.
"Who was it?" Rude managed to ask through a bout of hiccoughs.
"That stupid little shit, Zack Fair." Reno snapped. "All I did was trip him up
in the hall in front o' some girls he was chattin' up, yo an' now I look like a
radioactive elf."
Tseng smirked again, covering his mouth with one hand as he tried to prevent
the giggles from escaping. "...I would avoid bumping into V-Veld for a
while..." His voice broke and he turned away, laughing as he returned to his
office. Little did he know that Reno intended to begin a war.
XXX
Zack grinned happily as he strode confidently down the halls of the SOLDIER
floor, no one had seen Reno for weeks so obviously his revenge had worked.
Getting into the Turks' high security apartment had been incredibly difficult
but with his friend Kunsel's help he had done it and swapped his red hair dye
for the most offensive shade he could find. It would teach him to humiliate
him. As he found the locker rooms he heard a terrible scream and kicked the
door in as he leapt through, drawing his sword as he did so. His eyes widened
as he found himself staring down at Genesis who was covering his face with both
hands and rolling around on the floor naked. "Huh? Wha-?" Zack didn't have time
to respond though as a strange, wet dragging noise alerted him to the fact that
they were not alone. He watched in mute horror as one of the ugliest creatures
Zack had ever seen slid around the corner. "Ew!" He exclaimed, holding his
sword in a ready stance.
"Fucking Hojo and his fucking experiments!" Genesis growled, climbing
unsteadily to his feet. His face was red and his eyes seemed to be watering.
"Genesis? What happened?" Zack asked urgently.
"I was showering and when I came to the locker rooms I realised I'd run out of
shower gel so I was going to borrow some of yours but...but this thing...was
hiding in your locker! It spat at me!"
"Why the hell was one of Hojo's gross experiments hiding in my locker?" Zack
asked but after a moment answered himself. "Fucking Reno." He sighed heavily as
the monster took its time investigating a disgusting pair of gym socks that
looked like they had been there for a while.
"Oh gods...is it eating those socks?" Genesis hissed as he backed away,
weaponless and horribly exposed to the ugly creatures acidic saliva. "Did you
say Reno?" He paused and narrowed his eyes at Zack.
"Uh...yeah...I kinda pranked him and I think this is his revenge. The Turks are
the only people, apart from Hojo who have access to these weird experiments,
right?"
"That's true." Genesis considered the monster before him. "I will gut that red
headed prick like a rotted fish." He muttered darkly and snatched Zack's sword
from his hands. "After I kill this thing. It's already ruined my favourite
jacket."
Zack stepped back and let Genesis deal with the creature, the man was
terrifying at the best of times so he decided it would be diplomatic to allow
him to vent his anger on a monster rather than himself.
XXX
Rude lowered himself into his seat with a heavy sigh, glad to be sat down after
a long, long day on his feet guarding the President. He leaned back and took a
deep sip of his coffee, it was perfect; black with no sugar. The bitter liquid
soothed his throat and made him relax before he cleared his throat and turned
on his computer. He had to get the daily report done and e-mailed to Tseng
before he clocked out for the evening. As he was waiting for his computer to
boot up he reached to one of his draws where he kept a pen, he was going to
leave Reno a note reminding him that it was Cissnei's birthday next week and
they had to go shopping to find her a present. He could text or e-mail him but
Reno rarely paid much attention to his phone unless it was a phone call and
Rude didn't want to take the risk of Cissnei discovering their surprise party.
As the draw opened there was a strange clicking noise, at the same time the
door to the offices opened and a sulky looking Reno entered. There was a split
second where Reno was about to greet Rude before the draw exploded. Feathers,
glitter and confetti shot into the air along with copious amounts of glue like
thin white streamers. Reno's eyes widened as he gaped at his partner. "Yo...you
look like you had an orgy with Clowns..." He muttered, blinking in shock before
a grin cracked his face and he began to laugh.
Rude grunted and frowned at Reno's reaction, he stood up and grabbed a mirror
from Reno's desk and gazed at his reflection. He did look as if he'd just
fucked a bunch of Clowns who came glitter, feathers and confetti. He growled
and turned back to his draw, he yanked it open to reveal a large picture of
Genesis Rhapsodos grinning smugly along with a small note in very neat writing;
I do hope you enjoy the present. Be thankful the Puppy told me not to rig your
draw with acid. Thanks for the near-facial disfigurement, Red. All my love,
G.R.
Rude turned on his partner who saw him crumple the signed picture of Genesis in
one huge fist. "He will pay." He grumbled and Reno's grin turned sadistic.
XXX
Genesis heard the three sharp knocks on his apartment door and sighed heavily,
he set aside his book and got up as he sauntered to the door and opened it.
"Angeal, what a pleasant surprise. I thought you were out on a-oh." Genesis
looked his friend up and down slowly. "Mission go bad?" He asked, opening the
door and allowing Angeal to step into the room.
"You could say that. The monsters seemed to decide that I would make a lovely
target for their innards." He muttered morosely as he plucked at his soaked
uniform. Genesis wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Can I borrow one of your tops?
Its only until I can get my uniforms cleaned."
"They got all three?!" Genesis exclaimed.
"Yeah, well...they invaded our camp and trampled the tents." Angeal sighed and
shook his head. "I have to report to Lazard for a briefing in fifteen minutes
and I don't have time to wash my clothes."
"Sure, you can borrow one of my tops. Wait here and please don't touch
anything."
Later Lazard sat at his desk, watching Angeal talk about the mission but there
was something off about him. He seemed highly uncomfortable, his voice was
harsh and he was beginning to get a slightly reddish tint to his neck and
cheeks. "Angeal, are you all right?" Lazard asked finally as the man began
shifting regularly, Angeal was never one to fidget.
"No...not really...I'm coming over a bit strange..." Angeal muttered and
winced, he reached into his top and began scratching his chest. "Really itchy."
He grumbled, shifting again and wincing. "Really, really itchy."
"Perhaps you should go to the Medical Ward? Maybe you're suffering from an
allergic reaction to something in the monsters blood?"
"Hm." Angeal grunted and suddenly ripped off the top, sliding it over his head
with a sigh of relief. Lazard hissed air through his teeth and his eyes widened
behind his glasses. Angeal's broad chest was covered in vicious red wheels, his
skin looked as if it had blistered and he was sweating profusely.
"That looks like no reaction I've ever seen. Get down to the Medical Ward
immediately, this is an order. Get yourself seen to."
"Think I'll go...." Angeal grunted and began walking awkwardly towards the
door, his fingers scratching bloody lines into his skin.
Genesis found Angeal in the hospital, he was being examined by a doctor who was
frowning at some horrible looking marks covering Angeal's back. "This is highly
unusual. I don't see how this was caused by any sort of monster venom...it
doesn't resemble any reaction I've ever seen." The doctor said as he turned
around and Genesis recognised Hollander.
"What's wrong with him?" Genesis asked, causing Hollander to look at him.
"It looks like itching powder." The man said and shook his head in confusion.
"A childish prank."
"Prank..." Genesis looked at Angeal's back and saw that the blisters formed
words; Red Leather Slut. "Turks!" He hissed and saw Angeal look at him with a
dark glower over his shoulder.
"Turks?"
Slowly Genesis began to explain what was occurring and Angeal smirked in a way
that reminded Genesis eerily of Sephiroth. He had never seen Angeal look like
that before but he sort of enjoyed the expression. "Payback?" Angeal said with
an arched eyebrow and Genesis grinned in response.
XXX
The loud warking should have alerted him that something was wrong but he was
too busy trying to send an important e-mail from his phone as he pushed open
the office door. He had enough time to look up before something loud and green
collided with his legs and sent him flying. Tseng hit the floor and rolled
smoothly, rising into a crouch and drawing his gun. He looked around with
narrowed eyes and took in the devastation. His office was a total wreck. He had
half chewed papers scattered over the floor, his curtains had been ruined by a
sharp beak and his desk was covered in green feathers and bird shit. "RENO!"
Tseng shouted, assuming he had something to do with this.
"Wha' boss? Oh." Reno appeared at the door and gaped at the devastation. "What
the hell happened, yo?" He saw Tseng with his gun in hand and drew his own with
a serious frown. "Intruder?" He asked sharply, becoming instantly professional.
"In a way." Tseng replied, deciding that Reno couldn't have anything to do with
this invasion, he looked too surprised at the mess. "But not a human intruder."
He indicated the mess of droppings on his desk and Reno wrinkled his nose.
"Chocobo?" Reno reached down, returning his gun to its holster as he picked up
a green feather from the floor.
"It would appear so. Only a young one, however. No one could have got a full
sized adult up here without being noticed." Tseng glared at his ruined paper
work. "Do you have any idea who could have done this?"
Reno sighed heavily and nodded. "SOLDIER, yo."
Tseng looked at him sharply, eyes narrowed. "Bring me that infernal bird and
have it killed. I will be having Chocobo curry tonight." He growled and stormed
out of the door. "And have someone clear this mess up before I get back!"
"Woah...hey, boss...!" Reno turned around and watched Tseng stalking away.
"SOLDIER's fucked, yo." He sighed and looked back at the mess with another
heavy sigh, he pouted miserably. "I better be gettin' overtime, yo." He
muttered and rolled up his sleeves, when Tseng said 'someone' he usually meant
'Reno'.
XXX
Lazard couldn't believe it. He stared at the over crowded hospital beds with
wide, disbelieving eyes. Every bed was taken. Every single SOLDIER, from Third
Class up was lying down, either on the floor or in a bed, groaning and glowing
a faint greenish colour. He saw Zack Fair sweating in a bed of his own, curled
into a tight ball as a nurse hovered around him nervously. Angeal was slumped
against a wall, an arm wrapped around his stomach while Genesis lay at his
side, swearing repeatedly under his breath. However, the sight that made him
most nervous was of Sephiroth himself lying in a bed slightly apart from the
others, his face drawn and haggard looking and his eyes closed as if he was
unconscious. "What in the Goddesses name happened here?!" Lazard finally
exclaimed.
"It looks like someone poisoned the store of food reserved for SOLDIER." A
doctor said nearby as he frowned distractedly at his clipboard.
"Even Sephiroth?!" Lazard asked sharply.
"Even Sephiroth." The doctor agreed.
"I am never eating anything Genesis feeds me again." The man groaned from his
bed, wincing as he cracked open an eye.
"Shut up, boy or I will have you moved down to the labs." Hojo muttered from
where he was half hidden in the shadows. Lazard started a little, he hadn't
noticed the crazy scientist until now.
Lazard watched in horror as Zack threw up into a kidney shaped bowl held by a
tired looking nurse. Genesis groaned and whinged and Angeal nudged him weakly
in the side. "Shut up." He groaned and leaned his head back against the wall.
"This is ridiculous!" Lazard snapped, talking mostly to himself. "We cannot
afford to have our men so incapacitated, what if something big happens? I'm
going to talk to the president about protecting the food stores more
vigilantly." He turned on his heel but before he could move he spotted a group
of dark suited men hovering around the door way.
Reno grinned as he watched the chaos with bright, eager eyes. "Nice one, boss."
Tseng made a soft noise of satisfaction as he saw Lazard storming over to them.
Tseng was far from intimidated. "May I help you Director?" He asked smoothly,
meeting Lazard's stare without flinching.
"What is the meaning of this?" Lazard demanded. He had heard rumours of the
escalating pranks between the Turks and the SOLDIERs but he had never expected
them to affect every member like this.
"Meaning to what, sir?" Tseng replied, smiling blandly at the building rage in
Lazard's face.
"This!" Lazard waved a hand towards the packed medical ward. "Why are my men
all sick?"
"I have no idea, sir. Perhaps they all ate something bad, sir?" Tseng lied
easily, enjoying the mounting frustration on Lazard's normally calm face.
"If I hear one rumour that you were somehow involved, Tseng, I will ensure that
this goes to your boss."
"Of course sir. I would never dream to impose upon your department. That would
be discourteous."
Lazard managed a growl and stalked off, Tseng's eyes glued to him until he
turned a corner.
***** Baby Firsts! A Look Into The Childhood's Of Genesis, Angeal and Sephiroth
*****
Chapter Summary
     I wanted to write a bit about some headcanon's I have about
     Sephiroth's, Genesis' and Angeal's upbringing...I hope you enjoy.
     It's rather angsty but I go through phases with angst and rarely
     write fluff unless there's porn in it. Sorry folks. Most of it is
     based on canonical information, especially their ages.
By Kimmimaru
Under The Apple Tree:
 
"He's too smart."
"What on earth do you mean, honey?"
"I..." Genesis paused as he heard his parents voices, he frowned and edged
closer to the door. "I don't know." His mother sighed. "But do you remember
when we first met that...doctor? He said he might grow up strange but I didn't
think it would be like this. He's written that essay on that play LOVELESS and
it's as if it's written by an adult. He's eight, Reg! Eight! He shouldn't be so
intelligent."
Genesis heard his father shifting uncomfortably. "I know." He said quietly.
"The other day he climbed out of his window and I saw him balancing on the top
of the roof...you know, where it reaches a point? I don't know many human
adults who have that kind of balance, let alone children."
"Perhaps we should speak to Hollander again? Maybe he could give us answers."
"Hm. His tutors all say he's got the mind of a scholar."
"He needs to make more friends." His mother said abruptly. "Normal friends. Not
that Angeal, he's always been a bit strange too."
"Ah yes. The boy who's strong enough to lift apple carts right off of injured
men." Genesis could almost see his father shaking his head. "A thirteen year
old should not have that much strength."
Genesis turned away, unwilling to hear anymore. He walked to the front door but
froze when he sensed eyes on him.
"Genesis, where are you going?"
Genesis paused at the door of the mansion, looking back to see his father's
head peering out of the drawing room. "Out." He said warily, shifting his feet
and smiling innocently.
"Well, please be home by dinner time. The cook is making your favourite."
Genesis smiled sweetly, hands behind his back. "Yes father."
"Good, good." Genesis' father retreated and missed his son's derisive sneer and
roll of his eyes. He turned and left, closing the door behind him before
breaking into a fast jog. He sped up as he reached the low slope that led down
into the main village, he felt a grin on his face as he ran, dodging people who
were milling around and earning himself curses and glares. He finally made it
to a large apple tree, beneath which sat the boy he'd been desperate to see.
"ANGEAL!" He cried gleefully as he launched himself at his friend, causing him
to fall backwards with a cry.
"Genesis! Get off!" Angeal struggled against Genesis' impressively strong hug,
finally extracting himself from the younger boy. He looked up into the boys
flushed and eager face, smiling brightly in the late evening sun. "Hello to you
to." He grumbled. "I landed on a root you idiot."
"Sorry." Genesis replied, obviously not sorry at all as he allowed Angeal to
sit up. "What are we going to do today?"
Angeal sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I dunno." He said slowly,
looking up into the sky. "Looks like rain is on the way."
"We can play tag?" Genesis asked hopefully, eyes large in his small face. He
lifted his hands in a pleading gesture.
Angeal sighed. "You're such a baby." He grumbled, flicking Genesis in the
forehead and standing.
"Am not!" Genesis whined, rubbing his forehead as he followed suit.
"Are too! Now shut up. I got a game we can play." Angeal looked up at the
branches of the tree, he smiled and crouched before leaping into the air and
grabbing hold of the branch. He grunted as he hoisted himself into the tree.
"Come on, then." He called down to Genesis who looked a little wary.
"My clothes'll get dirty. Mother hates it when I come home dirty."
"Baby!" Angeal grinned as he climbed higher, leaning over a branch and jeering
at his younger friend.
"Am not!" Genesis cried, stamping his foot and causing a little cloud of dust
to rise into the air.
"Are too! Big scardy-cat baby!" Angeal's foot slipped a little but he quickly
regained his footing. His heavily mended t-shirt tore on a twig but he paid it
no mind as he continued upwards as high as he could go.
Genesis grumbled as he reached for the lowest branch, leaping and grabbing hold
of it. Angeal was impressed as he watched the younger boy climb, he was quite
agile and didn't slip at all. He even ran along a branch only to leap off of it
and catch himself on a higher one. "See? Not a baby." He smirked smugly as he
finally reached Angeal's branch, he sat down at his side and swung his legs
back and forth as he looked over the village. The sun was just disappearing
below the horizon, staining the sky blood red. Angeal reached out and put a
hand on Genesis' head, he pulled him to his side and they watched the sunset
together. Finally Angeal spoke, his voice slow and thoughtful. "I've decided,
Gen."
"Decided what?" Genesis asked.
"I'm gunna join SOLDIER." He looked down at Genesis who looked up at him, eyes
moving over his face as if searching for some sign he was joking.
"SOLDIER?"
"Yeah. I'm going to become a hero." His smile widened proudly. "Just like my
dad!"
"When are you leaving?" Genesis asked, his voice betraying his sadness.
"Dunno yet. I have to speak to my mom."
"Can...can you wait?" Genesis turned to look Angeal in the eyes. "Can you wait
for me to get older like you? Then we can join up together."
"Why? You've got everything you ever needed here!"
Genesis looked down at the ground. "No. I don't." He said quietly, sighing and
closing his eyes. "You know my mother and father, you know what they're like."
"I'm sure-"
"They don't care about me, Angeal!" Genesis snapped angrily. "I'm just an
inconvenience to them and you know it! Stop defending them! They're not even my
real parents."
"I thought they were?"
Genesis shook his head slowly. "No. I found the adoption papers." He whispered.
"They never even told me." His bottom lip began to shake and he took a deep
breath to calm himself, it had been huge shock to discover he was adopted. "My
life's been a lie and mother and father think I'm weird."
"No it hasn't." Angeal sighed, putting his arm around Genesis again. "I'm real,
right? We're friends. That's not a lie. And you are weird, Genesis...Weirdest
baby in town."
"Yeah. We're the best of friends!" Genesis laughed, grinning into Angeal's
face. "And I'm not a baby!"
XXX
"Angeal! Think fast!"
Angeal had enough time to lift his head before an apple hit him in the face, he
swore angrily and covered his top lip where the fruit had hit him. "You idiot!"
He shouted as he leapt to his feet and hefted the apple, throwing it back at
Genesis who caught it smoothly with a smug grin.
"I thought you'd catch it." The fifteen year old said with a shrug.
"You didn't even give me a chance." Angeal sighed, testing his lip with the tip
of tongue. He couldn't taste blood so that was good.
"So, what did your mom say?" Genesis asked, eyes alight with eagerness.
Angeal smiled. "She says I should go. I got my acceptance letter this morning."
He grinned proudly.
Genesis returned the smile and edged closer, he leaned forward and thrust a
letter underneath Angeal's nose. "Guess who got accepted too?" He gloated.
"That's awesome, Genesis! Now we can go together."
"Just like we promised. Do you think I'll get to meet Sephiroth?" Genesis asked
idly, brushing hair from his eyes as the two boys started walking through the
town.
"I think so. Have you still got that poster of him in your room?" Angeal
smirked as Genesis elbowed him. They stopped outside a house and Angeal pushed
open the door. "Mom? I'm home. I brought Genesis for dinner, is that ok?"
A woman appeared from the living room, she gave the boys a bright smile. "Of
course. Genesis, you're always welcome. Would you like some tea?"
"That would be wonderful, Gillian." Genesis said smoothly as he walked around
the kitchen table and took a seat. Angeal sat beside him.
Gillian Hewley put the kettle on the stove and hummed while she prepared some
home made apple tea. Genesis sighed as the scent filled the room, he always
preferred coming here than spending time at his cold mansion. His parents hated
him and showed it in small ways, like his mother glaring at him, his father
ignoring him. It was a horrible house and he spent as little time there as
possible. Angeal's mother served the tea and Genesis took his cup with a small
mutter of thanks.
"Angeal, I have a gift for you before you go off to Midgar." Gillian said
softly, smiling at her son.
"A gift? Mom, we can't afford anything! You didn't have to-"
"It wasn't me. It was your father." Gillian sighed and turned to look at the
photograph sitting on a corner unit beside a medal. She rose and moved to the
door to the living room. "I'll be right back."
Angeal frowned a little in confusion before his mother returned with a long,
heavy looking package. He was amazed she could lift it. It was wrapped in brown
paper. She lay the package on the table and Genesis leaned forward curiously.
Angeal reached out and picked up a note stuck to the paper, he read it aloud,
his voice breaking as he did so.
"My son, I have so much I want to say to you but unfortunately my time is
limited. I spent the last of my energy making this sword for you, I remember
your desire to become a hero. It's a little big but I know you're strong enough
to wield it. Take it and remember; if you want to be a hero you have to have
dreams and honour. You are my pride and joy, Angeal, and I love you. Remember
that. No matter what happens, remember I loved you. You are and always will be
my son." Angeal's voice broke and he looked away, down at the cracked tile
floor while he took a moment to compose himself. Finally he took a breath and
looked down at the package, he reached out and ripped open the paper to reveal
a wide blade at least the width of Angeal's hands if he put them together and
spread out his fingers. The hilt was long enough to hold with one or both hands
and wrapped in red leather. He saw two materia slots in the sword and reached
out to run a reverent finger down the incredibly sharp blade. "It's..."
"It's a weapon." Gillian said firmly. "It's not a toy, remember that. That,"
She nodded at the sword and frowned sternly. "Is a tool for killing."
Angeal looked at her and nodded solemnly. "I understand."
Gillian smiled sweetly again, relaxing. "Then use it well, my son."
"I promise." He assured her and lifted the blade by the hilt, he rose to his
feet and rested it against his forehead as if praying. "On my honour, I promise
to use it well." He said quietly. "Thank you, dad."
Genesis looked away, he felt a little awkward being present at such a private
moment. It was a hard reminder that he was an outsider. The son of a very rich
family who adopted a boy they didn't give two shits about. He finished his tea
and stood up. "Thank you for the tea, Gillian." He said and smiled. "It was
pleasant."
"That's quite all right, dear. Are you leaving?"
"I'm afraid so. I have...things I've got to do." He said and walked to the
door.
"Genesis!" Angeal followed him, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him to
face him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Don't give me that shit. I've known you forever, I can tell when something's
up. Just tell me."
Genesis sighed. "Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess. We seek it
thus, and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface, the wandering
soul knows no rest." He turned away and heard Angeal sigh heavily.
"Stop with the stupid poem and give me a straight answer."
Genesis finally looked at him. "You want the truth? Fine." He swept hair from
his face and frowned, kicking at a stone embedded in the ground. "Despite the
fact that you've got less money than a Midgar beggar you're rich in other
things. I have more money than I know what to do with but I feel far poorer
than you...I...I'm jealous. There, I said it. I'm petty." He folded his arms
over his chest waiting for Angeal to berate him but all he got was an arm flung
around his shoulders, he was guided back into the house.
"You do have a family, Genesis." Angeal said as he pushed open the door. "My
family is yours. We're brothers, remember?" He smiled and Genesis returned it.
One Winged Angel:
"Professor?"
"Yes Sephiroth?" Gast looked up from his paper work and saw the eight year old
boy peering at him, obviously uncertain about whether or not he should enter
the office. He sighed inwardly, Hojo was too hard on the kid.
"Uh...Can...can I speak with you, sir?" He blinked those eerie eyes at him and
Gast smiled, patting a seat next to his. Sephiroth returned the smile with a
small one of his own as he glided into the room with all the poise of a small
king. He sat down carefully, perching on the seat and swinging his legs a
little as he planted both hands either side of his legs and leaned forward.
"What is it you wished to discuss?" Gast asked.
"I have spent most of the day looking in the mirror." Sephiroth said, glancing
down and hiding behind his hair, it was already reaching his shoulders and he
threw an absolute fit whenever someone even mentioned cutting it. Gast
understood why, although Hojo did not. Sephiroth's hair was the only thing in
his life that he had any real control over, he had become very precious about
it and determined to wear it however he wished. "I...I noticed that I
look...different from other people."
Gast felt an uncomfortable sensation in the pit of his stomach, he shifted
uneasily and picked up his pen, clicking it in agitation. Sephiroth was far too
perceptive for his own good sometimes. "You are different, son." He said
slowly, being careful of his words in case he hurt the boy or revealed the
truth of his existence. "You're very special."
Sephiroth cocked his head to one side, blinking slowly. "Special?"
"Yes. You are unique, you're stronger, faster and more intelligent than anyone
your age."
"Yes, sir....but why?" Sephiroth looked intently at him.
Gast rubbed at his eyes behind his glasses, feeling the great weight of a
terrible guilt sitting in his gut. Sephiroth was an abomination, an abomination
he had approved. A creature created through a series of nasty, evil experiments
that he no longer wanted anything to do with. He took a shaky breath and took
Sephiroth's small hands in his own, feeling the callouses of his extensive
training beneath his fingers. His hands looked so old against Sephiroth's pale
skin and he felt tears burn his eyes, quickly he blinked them away and smiled.
"You're special because you will be the first child to make it into the SOLDIER
programme. You're going to become a hero, my boy."
Sephiroth blinked at him again. "What if I don't want to be a hero?" He asked,
face impassive. "What if all I want is to be like you? I don't want to fight. I
want to be a doctor. I want to be normal."
The weight in Gast's chest tightened and he reached out, pulling the boy into a
tight embrace. He closed his eyes tightly, unable to stop a tear from leaking
beneath his eyelid. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. He thought but he said; "You can
be whatever you want to be."
"Really?" Sephiroth pulled away, looking up into Gast's eyes for confirmation.
"Really. If you choose to you can be a doctor...perhaps if you asked Rena, she
may help you." Rena was the resident doctor, she tended Sephiroth personally.
Sephiroth looked away, a small and horribly bitter smile twisting his young
face. "You're lying." He said quietly as he slid away from Gast's grip.
"But...thank you...for trying." He turned and walked away.
"What have I done?" Gast whispered, putting his head in his hands and trying to
hold back the pain. "I'm a monster." He hadn't had a huge amount to do with the
experiment but he had given it his approval. He remembered watching as the
pretty Lucretia sickened rapidly with her pregnancy, he remembered them
removing her body not long after the birth. Because of him she had died, a
bright, intelligent young woman had been destroyed because he was interested to
find out just what would happen if they mixed Cetra DNA with human. And now he
had discovered that his original assumption had been wrong...so horribly,
horribly wrong. Because of him a child who should be out playing with friends,
scraping his knees, getting hugs from his mother, was learning to kill. They
were training an eight year old to murder. Gast rubbed at his eyes beneath his
glasses and took a deep, shaking breath. He thought of his own daughter, a tiny
baby now, hidden away with her mother in the snowy north. Aerith would not
share Sephiroth's fate, he would die before Hojo got his filthy hands on her.
Slowly he stood up, gazing down at his desk and the photograph on it. In it was
a woman with long dark hair, a small, knowing smile on her lips and beautiful
green eyes. "Iflana...I'm coming home. For good this time." He said softly and
plucked the picture from his desk before starting to clear it out.
Sephiroth returned to the lab, he walked past scientists and assistants who
were too absorbed in their various tasks to pay him much heed. He turned down a
hallway and stopped before his tiny bedroom door, with a sigh he pushed the
button and the door opened. He entered his room and looked around through his
large, childish eyes. There were toys scattered on the rug; tin soldiers,
building blocks and a few tatty stuffed animals. He moved to his small desk
where a scale model of the planet rested. He reached out and spun it with a
finger, watching the green and blue blur into one. He stopped it and held it in
both hands as he lifted it off the desk and inspected it. It was the size of a
football. On impulse he smashed it onto the floor and watched shards of plastic
scatter across the room. He smiled to himself and looked up and over to the
large two-way mirror on his wall. He knew they were watching, they were always
watching. He walked towards the mirror, shards of plastic cutting deeply into
his bare feet as he came to a halt before the mirror. He put a hand on it and
stared at his own reflection. The glass shuddered beneath his palm and tiny
cracks began to appear.
The door slid open suddenly, making Sephiroth turn around. "Stop that." Hojo
snapped as he strode into the room and inspected the damage. He could see
bloody footprints crossing the white linoleum and sighed irritably. "Look at
what you've done, child!"
Sephiroth lifted a foot and looked, even as he watched the wounds healed
leaving no trace that they had existed except for the red stains. He put his
foot back to the floor and looked up at Hojo, blinking slowly as the scientist
adjusted his glasses and called for an assistant to clear up the mess.
"Professor, I want to know who my mother was." Sephiroth demanded as Hojo
muttered to himself, looking down at the remains of the plastic planet.
"What?"
"My mother. Who was she?"
"Why would you want to know that?" Hojo frowned at the boy, he looked a lot
like Lucretia. There was no resemblance to him what so ever, which suited him
just fine.
"Because I must know where I came from." Sephiroth demanded petulantly, he
never asked he only commanded.
"Stupid boy. You don't need to know any information at all."
"Why? How am I supposed to learn who I am if I do not know where I came from?"
Hojo sighed. Sephiroth's intelligence far exceeded any other eight year old's
and he used it to manipulate the adults around him like a pro. "Her name
was..." He trailed off thoughtfully. If he told Sephiroth the name of his
biological mother it would lead to all kinds of problems, especially if he
started asking questions or digging too deeply into the old records. "Jenova."
Sephiroth's strange green eyes lit up. "Jenova?" He repeated softly, looking
down at his hands. "Was she...a good person?" He looked back up at Hojo.
"That doesn't matter, boy." Hojo said as the cleaning crew arrived and started
to tidy the mess Sephiroth had made. He always broke things when he wanted to
ask questions, it was usually the only way to get Hojo's attention. "You should
know by now that 'good' and 'evil' are human created concepts that have no real
value in science."
"Good and evil...no value..." He muttered, frowning as he stored this
information away for future analysis.
"There is only nature. The strong overpower and devour the weak, remember that
boy."
"Yes, but how does one know when one is strong or weak?" Sephiroth asked,
moving to his bed and sitting on it.
"If you die you are weak." Hojo replied instantly, pushing up his glasses and
putting his hands behind his back as he began to pace.
"Then mother was weak?"
"Yes." Hojo nodded absently, thinking of Lucretia. "She could not handle your
birth and so died."
"I see." Sephiroth shifted, frowning at a wall that had a large poster of a
happy looking moogle on it. "Then...I am strong? I did not die when I was
born."
"You are indeed very strong." Hojo smiled, eyes glinting darkly under the
bright florescent lights.
"I am strong because I killed mother?" Sephiroth asked, frowning a little as he
processed the information. "I survived by 'devouring' mother and killing her?"
"Ah, an excellent conclusion my boy." Hojo nodded, he was enjoying how quickly
Sephiroth caught onto the complicated concepts. "Everything weak must perish to
feed the strong, your mother died when you slid from her womb in order to
ensure your survival. You, my boy, are the strongest thing on the planet...or
at least you will be, one day. When your time comes you will use your strength
to devour everything." He picked up a shard of the planet and held it up.
Sephiroth's eyes glowed softly, his hair fell into his face and seemed to
sparkle like silver wire. "You will follow in your mother's footsteps, boy. I
promise you that." Hojo handed over the shard of the planet and Sephiroth
clutched it in one hand as he turned and left him.
He looked down at the piece of plastic. "I don't want to do any of that." He
whispered to himself and threw the thing across the room, it embedded itself in
the wall and he fell back onto his bed. "I want to be a doctor when I grow up."
He told the ceiling.
XXX
"Sephiroth come back here!"
"Leave me alone, old man." Sephiroth muttered darkly as he strode to the door
of the laboratory and yanked it open, he was topless, wearing only a pair of
leather pants.
"Sephiroth do as I say or I will make sure you never leave this lab again, do
you hear me, boy?"
Sephiroth scoffed softly, he turned and looked back over his shoulder at Hojo.
"I highly doubt the president would like that, sir. After all, I am under his
command now, not yours." He smiled as Hojo went red in the face with anger. He
hoped he had a heart attack, he would enjoy watching that immensely. However,
he ended up walking away disappointed in that regard. It was always fun to
taunt Hojo, the man was an idiot and so easy to wind up it was almost
laughable. After grabbing his coat from a hook by the door, he strode down the
hall towards the elevators. Ignoring the people who walked past him and
muttered behind their hands.
He reached the president's office and greeted his secretary, the woman pressed
a button and told the president Sephiroth was waiting. As he waited he glanced
around the room to see a boy with strawberry blond hair lounging on a couch, he
wore a white suit and was inspecting his nails intently. They looked about the
same age, perhaps a few years apart at most, and when the boy felt Sephiroth's
stare he lifted his head and met his gaze with a hard one of his own. Grey eyes
met green and the boy swept hair from his eyes and smirked smugly.
When he was given permission he entered the office and strode to the fat man's
desk. The president was stood at his massive picture window, arms behind his
back as he stared out over his domain like a bloated, crimson-clad dragon
gloating over its rich hoard. Sephiroth stood and waited patiently. Finally the
man turned around and looked the strange boy up and down coldly. "Sephiroth. I
do hope you're well, my boy?"
"I am, sir." Sephiroth replied.
"Good, good. I have just returned from a rather intense meeting, it seems that
the war has reached a peak. We have a need to end it as quickly as possible."
He eyed the young boy, standing before him with his impassive face. "I want you
to ship out tomorrow." He had seen Sephiroth's strength first hand when Hojo
had put on a display fight between him and a fully grown Behemoth. It had been
spectacular and incredibly bloody but Sephiroth had emerged triumphant after
leaping onto the things back and driving his blade through the creatures neck,
severing its spine. Still, it amazed him how such a frail looking thing could
do pull off such impressive stunts, his skin was so fragile looking and yet he
had suffered no more than a light scratch over one cheek during that encounter.
What the president wanted now was to test his leadership abilities. A part of
him wished his own son was that good but Rufus was little more than a spoiled
brat, he had his mother to blame for coddling him until her untimely death.
"Yes sir." Sephiroth replied.
"You will be in command over a unit of your own, I expect you to comport
yourself well."
"Yes sir."
"Very good, you are dismissed."
Sephiroth nodded, turned and walked away. His silver hair swaying behind him
like a war banner. The president shook his head, he stroked his moustache and
pressed the intercom button. "Doreen?"
"Sir?"
"Send in my son." He sighed.
"Yes sir."
Sephiroth returned from his seven month long stint in Wutai a hero. There was a
huge celebration when he returned, uninjured and in perfect condition. He stood
before a huge crowd as they cheered his name, his eyes scanned them all,
wondering what lies ShinRa had told them. People took photograph's of him, they
plastered him all over the city. He became an advert. A weapon. A piece of
propaganda. Stories of his exploits spread through the population like wild
fire, they were blown way out of proportion and it irritated him beyond reason.
He returned to his apartment in the labs, he had yet to get his own place. When
he got there Hojo was waiting for him and it did nothing to improve his temper.
"Well, well, looks like you did some rather amazing things." Hojo said as he
watched Sephiroth stalk to the sofa and throw his coat onto it.
"Go away." Sephiroth said.
"What a way to greet your guardian. Tsk tsk."
"I said; go away."
"No. I need you in the lab to conduct some tests. We need a blood sample, we
need to test your adrenal levels-"
"I said no, old man. Didn't you hear me?"
"I can hear you perfectly fine, boy. Perhaps it is you who needs the hearing
test?" Hojo raised an eyebrow as Sephiroth fumed. "Get down to the labs now."
Hojo ordered sharply, his tone allowing no room for argument.
"I'm tired." Sephiroth insisted belligerently. "I've just got back and I need
to wash. My hair's a mess, I-"
"Sephiroth!" Hojo snapped, making the boys back straighten and his eyes widen.
"Come." He turned and walked out the door, he heard Sephiroth turn on his heel
and follow.
XXX
Rena's hands shook a little as the boys screams reached a crescendo, she
swallowed bile that rose to her throat and tried to focus on the dose of mako
she was giving him. She knew he would be sick for days with this amount pumping
through his system and she would be the one mopping up the mess. She sighed and
withdrew the needle from his pale flesh, she watched the pin prick she left
behind ooze blood. It healed up almost instantly and she looked back into
Sephiroth's sweaty, pale face. He was panting, his eyes heavily lidded as his
body trembled. He didn't seem aware she was there. She put a hand on his
forehead and leaned down to his ear. "Shh, it's all right. You'll be better
soon."
Sephiroth gasped, mouth open as he stared up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes.
"M-Mother...?" He mumbled thickly, voice slurring and tongue too heavy.
"Mmoother..."
"Shh, it's ok." Rena stroked his damp hair and shivered. She despised it. She
hated what Hojo was making her do to this boy...he was a child. Fifteen years
old and already he had killed more people than men twice his age. Hojo was
creating a monster, twisting a child into a perverse parody of a human being.
She didn't think that this was what Lucretia would have wanted for him. A life
of agony and loneliness. She sighed again, rubbing soothing circles over
Sephiroth's forehead. She had already handed in her resignation, she had only a
month left before her contract ended. She was the last of those who had helped
raise the boy and she was getting too old. She could no longer just sit by and
watch them torture him. She bent down and kissed his forehead gently, closing
her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I've failed you." Before she turned and walked away,
biting back her sorrow as Sephiroth made a low sound, almost like a sob.
Sephiroth sank down the wall, one arm closed over his ribs and his breathing
ragged. His legs couldn't hold him up anymore so he gave up trying. He fell in
a heap and closed his eyes, swallowing back vomit as it rose into his throat.
He lay there, gasping, sweating and trying to cling to conciousness as whatever
the hell Hojo had pumped into his veins spread and burned and itched like a
million insects crawling under his flesh. He heard boots on the carpet and
soft, worried sounding voices.
Genesis looked down at the crumpled heap, his eyes were wide and he glanced up
at Angeal. "Isn't that...?"
"Sephiroth." Angeal agreed, his mouth tightening as he bent and inspected the
boy closely. "Hey, are you all right?" He asked, reaching out and brushing hair
from his forehead. He yanked his hand back. "He's burning up." He muttered.
"Should I get Hollander?" Genesis asked uncertainly, naming the doctor who had
been both his and Angeal's since they were babies.
"No. I think we should just get him back to his apartment."
"But...where does he live?"
Angeal frowned and reached into his Third Class uniform, he withdrew a map of
HQ that they had been given and looked at it. "It doesn't say."
Genesis sighed and shook his head. "Of course not, you idiot. Why would they
give away the living quarters of someone as famous as him?"
"Guess you're right. Help me lift him, we'll take him back to ours."
Genesis' lips tightened but he said nothing as he bent and helped Angeal lift
the unconscious boy. "He's lighter than I expected." He commented quietly as
they dragged him to the elevator. "Hair's soft too. Wonder what shampoo he
uses?" It brushed his skin as he shifted Sephiroth's arm further up onto his
shoulder.
"Genesis." Angeal sighed, shifting Sephiroth's weight and hitting the elevator
button.
XXX
Sephiroth woke to soft music. He didn't open his eyes right away, merely
listened to the sound of someone humming lightly along to some classical song.
He heard boots on carpet and someone whisper something. The place smelt of
flowers, an odd smell in the middle of Midgar...nothing grew in the massive
metal city. He didn't hear anything recognisable and so decided to risk opening
his eyes, he blinked as light attacked his retinas, a soft gasp of pain escaped
his lips and he heard quiet muttering. When he next opened his eyes he found
himself staring up into two unfamiliar faces. "Wh-who...Wh-where...?" he
muttered vaguely, looking into the two pairs of intense blue eyes that gazed
down at him in concern.
"You're safe." One said, smiling a large, friendly smile that Sephiroth didn't
trust. He sat up slowly, testing his limbs and ensuring they were working
properly.
"We had to take you back our place." The other one said, brushing hair from his
eyes as he looked Sephiroth up and down curiously. "You were collapsed in the
hall way."
"We didn't know where you lived. Sorry."
Sephiroth blinked several times rapidly, turning to finally get a good look at
the place. He was sat on the sofa of a double bedroomed apartment, there was an
odd mixture of things in the room he was in. An old fashioned gramophone sat in
one corner, the source of the music he had heard. There was a huge bookshelf
and on the window sill a random assortment of plants. "Who are you?" He asked,
his voice sticking a little and forcing him to clear his throat.
"Genesis Rhapsodos." The brunet said, smiling.
"Angeal Hewley." The other added, holding out a large hand.
Sephiroth looked at it and turned away, dismissing them. He looked at the
plants and moved over to them, glad that his legs didn't throw him right back
to the floor. "Who grew these?"
"I did." Angeal said eagerly. "It's really hard to get a plant to grow in this
place, I think it's the mako in the air. But I manage to keep a few studier
plants going." He shrugged, obviously pleased with his ability.
"Strange." Sephiroth muttered, reaching out and touching a soft petal. "To what
purpose would you keep them alive?" He asked.
Angeal frowned. "Because they're pretty? Because they're alive, just like you
and me. There's many reasons."
Sephiroth shook his head a little. "You're very strange." He said.
"I tell him that all the time." Genesis agreed eagerly. "He never listens. The
bugs those bloody things bring into the apartment are horrible!"
"Bugs..." Sephiroth repeated slowly.
"Hey, go read a book or something." Angeal snapped irritably and Genesis poked
his tongue out at him before flouncing off to sit himself in a seat by his
gramophone. Sephiroth put a hand to his head as a headache started to pulse
behind his eyes. Angeal was at his side immediately and helped lower him into
the sofa again. "Are you all right?"
"Mm. A headache...caused by an overdose of mako. I will be fine." He muttered
softly, rubbing at his temples as his head throbbed.
"Overdose?" Angeal frowned in deeper concern. "I should call a doctor. That
could be serious."
"No. I'm fine." Sephiroth stood again and swayed. "I have to go home and
recover." He glanced at their uniforms briefly, he must be on the Third Class
SOLDIER floor. "Thank you, for helping me." He said stiffly and turned to the
door, it opened and he stepped out into the corridor.
"Hey! Wait up!" Angeal caught up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, the
touch burnt like fire and Sephiroth yanked himself free.
"I'm fine." He repeated, brushing the place Angeal had touched him with a hand.
"I can walk on my own now." He turned and strode away, he felt Angeal watching
him intently and tried to fight off the urge to shudder.
***** Fanfiction And Fuck The Fourth Wall *****
Chapter Summary
     Poor Vincent gets terrible nightmares...
By Kimmimaru
The bar was full of people, Tifa and her friends all sat at a table talking and
laughing happily. Cid and Barret were engaged in a serious arm wrestling match
while Cloud and Aerith were talking together. It was a little while before
Cloud looked up with a small frown. “Where's Vincent?” He asked.
“I don't know...he went to the bar but he hasn't come back yet.” Tifa replied
with some concern.
“I saw Yuffie follow him.” Aerith added as she took a sip of her drink.
“God damn it!” Cid's loud cry was cut off as Barret yelled triumphantly,
obviously just having won the match. “You're a cheatin' bastard, Barret!” Cid
accused.
“Don' be such a sore loser, Flyin' Man.”
“Fuck you!” Cid stood up, his chair falling behind him as he glowered at
Barret.
“Are they at it again?” Cloud sighed.
“Unfortunately.” Tifa shrugged.
There was a brief moment of silence until they heard another shout, this one in
a voice that rarely shouted. “Get off of me! I've said no!”
Everyone turned to watch as Vincent walked with an odd dragging limp towards
them, the crowd parted, muttering in amusement. Tifa covered her mouth as she
spotted Yuffie hanging on to Vincent's leg and whining loudly as he dragged her
through the bar looking furious. “She is humping my leg! Get her off!” He
growled as he approached his friends.
“Noooo! Vincent, take me! I'm all yours!”
“Get off!” Vincent insisted, shaking his leg but to no avail. Yuffie clung on
like an annoying limpet.
“I loooove yooooooou...”
“Help me. Please.” Vincent turned desperate eyes to his friends who all turned
away, ignoring his situation with tiny smirks. “You're sixteen for gods sake!
I'm old enough to be your father!”
“No!” Yuffie tightened her grip, closing her eyes.
Vincent hissed air through his teeth and pulled out Cerberus, he pointed it at
her and pulled the trigger. Blood spattered the floor and Yuffie's brains
sprayed Tifa's bare legs. No one looked, they all ignored the corpse as it
continued to cling to Vincent's leg, despite the fact that it now only had half
a head. Vincent tried in vain to peel the dead fingers from him, he cursed and
struggled until he fell over. It was impossible to remove her hands, her grip
was as tight as a vice and Vincent began to scream.
He awoke with a cry, eyes wide in his pale, sweating face. His heart hammered
in his chest so violently he thought he was having a heart attack, that was
until he remembered he was immortal. He took several deep, shaking breaths and
calmed himself.
“Vincent? Are you alright?” Said a husky voice from his side, he turned to see
Cid lying beside him, completely naked with the sheet pulled low beneath his
hairy ass. It took him a moment to realise that he too was naked. “Did ya have
a nightmare? Come 'ere, I'll make ya feel better, honey bunch.” Cid pulled
Vincent into an embrace, he struggled but couldn't get free. Chapped lips
pressed against his own, stubble scraping his face as Cid pushed his tongue
into his resisting mouth...
Vincent's eyes flew open and he bolted upright. A scream was wrenched from his
lips as yet again he awoke. He was lying by the fire he had fallen asleep
beside, he looked around at his friends as they stirred and looked over at him.
He swallowed as his eyes met Cid's and he stood up abruptly.
“Hey, man, what's wrong?” Cid asked sleepily.
“Do not talk to me.” Vincent growled, hands clenched into fists at his sides as
he turned on his heel.
“Wow, what's got him in a mood?” Yuffie asked in surprise.
“And you! Don't even look at me!” Vincent strode away from his confused friends
as he tried to escape his terrifying dreams.
“What was that about?” Yuffie huffed.
Cloud yawned and settled back down into his bedroll. “He's been reading too
much fanfiction.” He mumbled and curled up in a ball.
“Ahhh.” Everyone chorused in understanding as they too lay back down beside the
fire.
***** Chocobo's Aren't As Cute As They Seem *****
Chapter Summary
     Poor Cloud.
By Kimmimaru
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOO!!!”
Zack looked up as Cloud's scream echoed through the small valley. His eyes
narrowed and he shielded his eyes from the glare of the sun to see the small
blond infantry soldier running desperately over the hill. His face was stricken
with panic and he was covered in yellow feathers. “ZAAAAAACKKKK! HELLLLP!” He
screamed as he drew closer and that was when Zack spotted the flock of Chocobo
racing after him. He watched as Cloud stumbled, his uniform was torn and he had
marks from beaks covering his arms. Zack ran forward and helped him up.
“What the hell happened? Why are they chasing you?” He asked quickly, helping
Cloud to move away from the charging flock.
“I-I...I went to s-speak to the Chocobo b-breeder...a-and they smashed down the
fence...They're all male...I don't understand why b-but they...they want to
mate with me.” He gasped and swallowed, putting both hands on his knees as he
caught his breath.
“You mean...you were raped by a flock of chocobo?”
Cloud lifted his head and glared furiously at him, Zack tried to keep a
straight face and failed. He burst into hysterics, clutching at his stomach.
“Fuck off Zack!” He shouted, kicking out at him. “It's not funny! They're
fucking heavy birds, it hurts to have one try and fuck your head!”
This only made it worse. Zack collapsed to his knees, unable to help himself as
tears streamed from his eyes. Cloud swore again and looked back at the hill,
the chocobo's spotted him.
“WAAAARK!” They cried as they charged down the hill, a mass of bright yellow
feathers and sharp beaks.
“Oh for fucks sake!” Cloud hissed as he turned on his heel and legged it.
***** Hyper's Were Not Meant For Zack And Angeal's Done... *****
Chapter Summary
     ...so, so done...
By Kimmimaru
“No! Get down from there! What are you doing? I said stop! Oh god noooo!”
Angeal halted as he heard the distressed cries coming from Genesis' apartment,
he sighed heavily and opened the door. Genesis was stood on a chair, a broom in
one hand and he was poking at Zack who was inexplicably on the ceiling. The
scene was so strange Angeal took a moment to collect himself. “What is going
on?” He asked in complete bewilderment.
“Your puppy got into my apartment somehow and now...now he's stuck to the
ceiling!”
“Ahahahaha!” Zack laughed, crawling over the ceiling tiles like some sort
demented spider. “Angeal, look at meeee! I'm spiderman!”
“Uh-huh...” Angeal frowned up at Zack as Genesis whacked him with the broom
handle. “Zack, how did you get up there?”
“I found some hypers in your cupboard!” He cried in delight, scampering away
from Genesis who cursed loudly. “Wheeeeeeee!” He jumped down from the ceiling
and began to run around in circles around Genesis' sofa, then he spotted the
door. He ran for it, Angeal having no time to grab him. He lifted his arms into
the air and laughed again as he sped away down the hall. His elongated 'wheee'
could be heard for several minutes after his disappearance.
“Go after him, if he reaches the presidents office...” Genesis left the rest of
sentence unfinished and Angeal cringed at the thought.
“I really should keep locks on my cupboards.” He muttered and followed Zack out
the door.
After an extensive search of the entire building an exhausted Angeal found Zack
crouched on the presidents desk, he had both the man's cheeks in his hands and
was squashing them with great delight. “Smoosh. Smoosh. Smoosh. You're sooooo
smooshy.” He giggled.
“Get this thing out of my office!” The President snapped as he spotted Angeal
at the door, Zack wodged his face, squishing his lips into a pucker.
“Smooshhhhh...squishy man!” Zack did an incredible back-flip off of the desk
and ran for the open door again. This time Angeal grabbed him around the waist,
hefting him into the air and flinging him over his shoulder.
“I apologise sir, he's...a little strange when he takes hypers.”
“I'm superman!” Zack cried, stretching out so that he looked as if he was
flying. “Angeal? Hey? Hey, Hey, Angeal? Guess what?”
“What?” Angeal muttered, taking Zack out of the room and sending the presidents
secretary an apologetic look.
“I need a wee.” Zack slumped and hung over Angeal's shoulder like a rag doll.
“Wait until we get you to the toilet.”
Zack giggled drunkenly. “Too late.” He whispered and Angeal felt dampness seep
into his uniform.
“I'm done. I'm so done, Zack.” He dropped him to the floor and left him there,
rolling around on the red carpet and laughing.
***** In Which Cloud Dies But Not Really And The Elite First Class Are All Nuts
*****
By Kimmimaru
Zack flew into Angeal's office, eyes wide with terror. Angeal leapt to his
feet. “What's wrong?” He asked.
“I-It's Sephiroth...he's gone insane!” He gasped.
“Where is he?” Angeal moved around his desk and followed Zack into the hall.
“In his apartment.”
“What happened?”
“Well...er...ya'see...I'm not quite sure.” Zack said softly as they got into
the elevator and Angeal slammed the button.
“Explain.”
“Well, Cloud and I were messing around. I got him this adorable chocobo onesie
for his birthday and he was trying it on when Sephiroth came in. He was normal
before he spotted Cloud and then he...he stole him.”
“Stole him?” Angeal glanced at Zack who shrugged.
“Yeah. He picked him up and stole him.”
“Right. Did Cloud happen to look particularly cute?”
Zack grinned stupidly. “Adorable.”
“Then I know what happened.” Angeal sighed and led Zack to Sephiroth's
apartment. They opened the door onto a living room that was eerily neat, Angeal
entered cautiously and they could hear muttering from further in. It was dim in
the room as they edged towards the door to the bedroom. Angeal pressed a finger
to his lips and pushed the door open enough for them both to peer inside.
“S-Sir...please...let me go.” Cloud muttered, eyes wide with fear as Sephiroth
paced before him, muttering to himself.
“Shh. Plushes don't talk.” He said as he turned on Cloud and waggled a finger
at him. “Look at Mr Giraffe, do you see him talking?” He moved to a large
stuffed giraffe and patted its head. Cloud shook his and swallowed. “He is a
good boy, aren't you Mr Giraffe?” Sephiroth switched to a higher pitched voice.
“Oh yes I am, sir. I'm a very good boy.” He patted the giraffe on the head and
turned to Cloud who was tied up and lying on the bed, surrounded by other
stuffed animals. They were everywhere, an array of all sorts of animals from
stuffed bears to Moogles to tiny little fluffy fish. “Are you a good boy, Mr.
Chocobo?” He asked, raising an eyebrow imperiously. Cloud nodded quickly as he
struggled a little with the ropes. He was dressed in a bright yellow all in
one, the hood had an orange beak and two little black eyes, he even had a
feathery tail. Sephiroth smiled and moved to the bed, he crawled onto it and
pulled Cloud to him and began petting his head. “So soft.” He sighed and closed
his eyes, rubbing his cheek against Cloud's hair and smiling to himself. “You
will stay here with me now. You will make lots of new friends Mr. Chocobo.” He
cuddled Cloud close, continuing his gentle petting as he sighed.
Zack's eyes widened and he pulled his head back. “We have to rescue him!” He
whispered.
“There's no hope now. Sephiroth's got him for his collection. He's lost.”
Angeal shook his head and moved away.
“But...but we can't just give up on him! Angeal, please.”
“I'm sorry Zack.” He put a hand on Zack's shoulder, looking at him with grief
in his eyes. “Cloud was good kid, he had a good life but we have no choice, we
have to move on.”
“W-wait...you're talking like he's de-” Angeal put a finger on Zack's lips and
sighed sadly.
“You'll get over it. Soon the grief will pass. All you need to do is wait and
time will heal all wounds.” Angeal smiled and ruffled Zack's hair. “You're a
good boy Zack.” He walked out of the apartment leaving Zack alone with the soft
cooing of Sephiroth from the other room.
“I...I'm not sure what just happened...” Zack muttered to himself, frowning in
confusion.
“Soft. Soft. Soft. I love you Mr. Chocobo, you're a very good chocobo, aren't
you? Yes you are. Such a good ickle chocobo.”
Zack walked away, feeling slightly guilty for ditching Cloud and leaving him to
the dubious mercy of Sephiroth. He decided that the rest of the First Class
SOLDIER's were insane. Completely, incurably nuts.
***** Serenading Chocobo's Is a Really Bad Idea But Not As Bad As Leaving
Genesis To Get Killed By One. *****
Chapter Summary
     Yup still more stupid crap to upload.
By Kimmimaru
“She walks in beauty, like the night, Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And
all that's best of dark and bright, Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus
mellowed to that tender light, Which heaven to gaudy day denies.”*
“Ugh, he's at it again.” Angeal sighed, watching Genesis fall to one knee, arm
outstretched and a hand upon his heart.
“Who's the victim now?” Sephiroth asked.
“Wark.”
“Huh, a Chocobo. We really shouldn't let Genesis drink so much.”
“Do you think it likes the poem?”
“No one likes the poem. The poem is terrible. Genesis is terrible.”
“Kweh.”
“One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace,
Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where
thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling place.”*
Sephiroth sighed. “He has a disturbing obsession with birds. First it was a
duck and now a Chocobo...”
“Yeah, I think we'd better stop him before...ah, too late.”
Genesis screamed as the bird began pecking him viciously, its sharp beak
snapping and wings flapping, feathers scattering everywhere.
“Oh well. A part of me will miss him.” Sephiroth said.
“He was well loved.” Angeal turned away and shook his head sadly.
“Oi! I'm still alive-aahhhhh! Get off of me you stupid bird! Angeal...save me!”
“Sometimes I can still hear his voice.” Sephiroth said quietly as he walked
away with Angeal.
“I suppose I'd better write to his parents, they'll want to know about his
tragic demise.”
“STILL ALIVE!” Genesis screamed.
“I wonder, what flowers should we have at his funeral?” Sephiroth asked,
Genesis' shouts getting fainter as they left him behind.
“He liked roses, he was always such a romantic soul.”
They heard pounding footsteps and both turned to see Genesis standing behind
them panting heavily. His hair was tangled mess, his skin covered in vicious
little wounds and his coat torn. In one hand he held his sword, in the other
flames burned. He looked utterly deranged as he threw his head back and
laughed. Sephiroth saw the blood coating his uniform. “I killed the fucker.” He
growled, lifting the flames in his hand and grinning. “And cooked him. Stupid
fucking giant chicken messed with the wrong SOLDIER. Now, I think I owe you two
something, huh?”
Sephiroth and Angeal looked at each other before turning on their heels and
running. Genesis' screams of rage followed them.
“I'LL KILL YOU! COME BACK HERE AND LET ME GUT YOU LIKE A FUCKING FISH!
SEPHIROTH! ANGEAL!”
*She Walks In Beauty Like The Night by Lord Byron.
***** Angeal Doesn't Get The Gay *****
By Kimmimaru
Zack sat on the sofa eating popcorn, the TV was on and sending splashes of
colour across the dimly lit room. The door opened and Angeal stepped inside,
spotting Zack and moving forward.
“Oooh yeah, do me harder!”
“What the hell are you watching?” Angeal enquired.
“Porn.” Zack answered through a mouthful of popcorn.
“Uh...What the-that doesn't go in there!” Angeal gasped in shock as the men on
the screen played with a huge dildo.
“It can, look.” Zack nodded to the screen as one man pushed the dildo into the
other man's bum.
“That's...that's impossible.” Angeal clenched his own butt cheeks and winced.
“It has to hurt.”
“Sometimes.” Zack ate some more popcorn, eyes glued to the screen.
“What are they doing now?” Angeal sat at Zack's side, frowning at the screen.
“Ew! Gross!” He cringed violently as the men on the screen started to lick each
others ass holes. “That's disgusting!”
“Feels pretty good actually.” Zack replied, giving Angeal a side long glance.
“You should try it sometimes, even some girls like it.”
Angeal shuddered in revulsion. “I'll pass, thanks.”
The men on the screen were now sucking each other off, moaning dramatically.
The bedroom door opened to reveal Cloud wearing a t-shirt and pyjama bottoms,
his hair was damp and stuck to his face. “Zack? You've run out of shower gel-
oh.” He paused as he spotted Angeal watching the porno with a disgusted face.
“Yeah, I'll grab some next time I'm in sector six. Hey, Cloud, come and sit
down.” Zack grinned over at his lover who moved warily to sit at his other
side. “Angeal's grossed out by the gay.”
“I just don't-noooo! Don't put that there! That's just unhygienic.” He put his
hands to his face as Zack laughed in evil delight.
“This is funny.” He sighed and offered some popcorn to Cloud who took some and
leaned against his side, legs curled up beneath him.
“His cocks huge, how is he deep throating it?” Angeal muttered, stealing some
of Zack's popcorn absently. “Eugh...Salty.” Angeal looked down at the popcorn
with a frown and Zack and Cloud burst into hysterics.
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