This was degrading, Cloud thought darkly as he stalked down the halls of his new school. A boarding school. Him, a former member of SOLDIER – and a damn powerful one at that – reduced to the mandatory three-piece suit of a boarding school. It got to him in the worst way. For the umpteenth time he plucked at the itchy overcoat that was part of the winter attire. It was a fairly nice tweed blazer the color of hay. HAY! He sulked. Were they TRYING to dull the sheen of his golden hair? Setting it against something so bland as hay colored fabric that even FELT like hay. It probably was, he thought darkly. Cheap bastards.

 

“CLO~UD!”

 

He cringed and began to look for escape routes as the bubbly girl with long brown hair sprang towards him. She was wearing the female version of the school uniform; a dull yellowy white button down shirt and a tan-ish wool skirt. I was hideous. She looked better in pink, he grumbled to himself.

 

“Cloud!” She exclaimed, latching on to his arm like a leech and jumping up and down excitedly. “You won’t believe it! Biggs is here too! And so is Tifa and Cid and Barret and Jessie and…”

 

“I know that,” he cut her off. She would go on forever if he didn’t. They were all there. Every last one of their sorry asses had been carted back to high school for some reason or another. It wasn’t like he saw any of them on a daily basis. He had a dorm room to himself, by order of the dean for the student body’s well being (heh heh) and the school itself was large enough that they never crossed paths unless it was intentional. Like now. “Get off me,” he ordered. He shook his arm violently to try and dislodge her, but he had chosen the right term when he had labeled her a leech. She wouldn’t let go.

 

“Oh,” she replied. He wanted to grind her head in; she really hadn’t realized. Had she not told him this last night at dinner? It was like her and Tifa both had built in Cloud-tracking devices. Speaking of which, he was ever so glad she was in in-room suspension for trying to molest him in the library. The deans and R.A.’s had apparently given up on trying to keep Aeris and her from fighting like it was the WWF smack down world championships some time during the first week of school.

 

“Well did you know that Vincent and Yuffie and Zack and Sephiroth and…”

 

“Shut up! I…” he stopped, gawking at the new extension of his body. He hadn’t known, as a matter of fact, that Zack and Sephiroth were there. “How long has crazy been attending?” Aeris opened her mouth to reply but some one else beat her to it.

 

“Crazy transferred in this morning,” a dangerous baritone informed him. Cloud turned to see his ultimate nemesis standing behind him, also in the school outfit; though he had his shiny metal shoulder pads on over the top. It looked rather stupid. “I’ve found you again, soldier.”

 

“Stop calling me that,” Cloud pouted. He actually liked it when Sephiroth gave him that little look of superiority and invitation. He’d never let the psycho control freak Nazi know that, though. Behind him appeared an all too familiar face and he ignored it. He didn’t need to deal with two psycho control freak Nazis right now. Or ever. Never would be good.

 

“You cheated on me,” Tifa wailed from her beautiful location in Sephiroth’s right ear. Her eyes teared up as the white haired man jumped in the air. She didn’t notice. He spun around and snarled at her. She gave him an absent ‘oh, hi Sephiroth’ and returned to her dramatics; flinging herself onto Cloud’s other arm like a piranha. “I see now that you loved Aeris all along and not me,” she sobbed. Give the girl a medal, she’s a walking day-time drama. “How could you?” she sobbed “Leading a girl on like that. Breaking her heart. Oh don’t let me see it. Just love me, Cloud. ME!”

 

“He doesn’t even like you,” Aeris spat from his other side. He felt like a piece of meat being fought over by to rabid dogs. Bitches. Same thing.

 

“How would you know, whore?” Tifa spat back. They both, mercifully, disentangled themselves from him before beginning their row. He was very thankful for this. One time they had forgotten and he had ended up in the hospital for three days; neither one of him leaving his side for two seconds during it all. It was hell. He used to think about getting himself sent to the hospital to get away from them but that incident had deterred him forever.

 

He managed to get away from them without being noticed and dived into the Large Artillery class room. Like he had said many times before; a boarding school was not some place they belonged. Especially not when the boarding school is a freelance military training school. How someone could think he didn’t know how to use a weapon was beyond any of them, but they weren’t paying for it and the ulterior was get blown to bits. Some days the ulterior seemed the better end of the deal.

 

“Why’d you run away?” A velvety male voice purred into his ear. “This could actually end up being quite entertaining.”

 

Cloud jumped a foot into the air and spun around to meet Sephiroth’s warm smile. That…was freaky. The blonde decided that for the safety of all humanity. He wouldn’t tell Sephiroth what his smile looked like; he used it rarely enough anyways. Now that he thought about it, why was Sephiroth smiling at him?

 

“I don’t want to get dragged in to that,” he objected, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the two squabbling weirdoes. Sephiroth nodded sagely; yet another thing that gave Cloud goose bumps.

 

“Goose feathers,” Sephiroth informed him. Cloud decided that gawking was the best response.

 

“What the fuck?” He queeried. Sephiroth rolled his eyes and explained.

 

“That feeling you get when your skin gets all wibbly,” he said, as if to a child, “it’s called goose feathers not goose bumps.”

 

“No, they’re called goose pimples!” Tifa exclaimed. Apparently the bitch fight was over. Looking behind her Cloud could see many burned sections of wall and a questionable patch of sky showing through the ceiling. He shuddered at the thought of paying for that, though it would be the two girls who did and not him. He was thankful.

 

“Could you ladies excuse us?” The silver haired man asked sweetly, guiding Cloud by the arm as they left the room. It was obvious he didn’t care if they excused them or not. “We have class to attend.”

 

Cloud thought about objecting; he didn’t like being led around and he didn’t really have any classes to attend since it was his free period. He decided not to say anything though. An excuse to get away from the bimbos? Score. However, Sephiroth seemed to be leading him somewhere else entirely. He let himself be led, more out of curiosity that obedience, to a utility shed behind the main building. Cloud felt justified in being apprehensive of its purpose when he spotted little in the way of utilities and a rather dilapidated feather bed in their place.

 

“Goose feather,” Sephiroth supplied. Was he reading his mind? “Your face makes it obvious.” Not that obvious. Sephiroth smirked at him. And pounced. Somehow he really should have expected that, he knew, but it still surprised him never the less. His daze lasted through the long haired man’s swift stripping and part way into his own. He came back to himself as his pants made a nifty little attempt to be a bird without him in them. Wait, that wasn’t very nifty.

 

“Seph, gimme back my pants!”

 

Sephiroth smirked again.

 

“Aw,” he squealed in a very Aeris-like way that made Cloud’s stomach churn, “a pet name already? How cute!” He snuggled into the blondes neck fondly and Cloud was suddenly very thankful he had chosen to wear boxers instead of going commando that day as the taller man’s body pressed firmly against his. “My bitch,” he mumbled into his prey’s neck. It was obvious who he meant.

 

“I’m not your fucking bitch!” Cloud exclaimed, trying desperately to dislodge the figure on top of him. Though it was a very sexy figure…and he really couldn’t deny the heavy fisting he’d have to do as soon as he escaped to his room. He briefly entertained thoughts of letting the girls know he was as straight as the U-bend back when he had first figured it out (staring at Sephiroth’s fine specimen of an ass, go figure) but decided against it when Jessie came out and the two had thrown a party for him. Now he was constantly being pulled along to go shopping and other girlie things with them. For his safety he refrained from telling anyone, lest the secret slip to the girls.

 

“You’re the one who said fucking,” Sephiroth supplied. It didn’t help. “I just wanted a bitch. Now I have a fuck-bitch!”

 

“Are you on crack?”

 

“No, but I’ll be in yours soon.” Cloud paled considerably at the implications of that. No, screw implications; it was blatantly obvious what he meant.

 

“Oh no,” he refuted. “No no no no no! You are not sticking your thing inside of me. Period.” His argument was greatly diminished when Sephiroth pulled his boxers off. He could feel the other man’s hot length pressed against his own firmly, and the contact made him twitch pleasantly. He heard a moan escape someone’s lips; maybe his, he didn’t know. The pale haired man thrust forwards against his groin in an attempt to build the friction and it worked. Cloud could feel himself arching up underneath him involuntarily. Instictively. Sephiroth nuzzled his neck again before tentatively lapping at it with his tongue. This time it was definitely Cloud who moaned. The licks turned into little sucklings and they in turn began to make their way to the joint of his jaw. It was divine on so many levels. He barely noticed when something thin and long slipped into his arse.

 

But barely isn’t not at all, and it was only a matter of minutes before it registered what was going on. The second finger being added helped.

 

“What are you doing?” Cloud demanded, feebly trying to push the other man’s hand away from his entrance.

 

“Preparing you,” The silvery haired sex god answered soothingly. “Stop interrupting or else I’m going to lose control of myself.” A well placed thumb sliding over the sensitive skin behind his sac stopped any complaints he might have continued to have and replaced them with a delectable gasp. Sephiroth took the opportunity and, releasing himself from the boy’s neck, plunged his tongue deep into the hot cavern.  Cloud accepted the intrusion greedily, figuring he might as well enjoy it while it lasted. Sephiroth tasted sweet and warm; like nectar. He’d always figured he’d taste more bitter and heavy. It was a pleasant surprise, he had to admit.

 

A third finger entered him and he shifted a little to make himself more comfortable. Their lip-lock ended, much to his disappointment, but that sugary mouth soon attached itself to one of his nipples. The fingers were easily forgotten when Sephiroth bit ever so gently down on the unoffending nub; flicking his tongue over the very tip of it as he pulled at it with his teeth.

 

After a time the torturous pleasure stopped. Cloud looked up at his tormentor in a lust filled haze of confusion as fingers were removed from his entrance and that honeyed mouth ceased its play. The mist in his mind began to clear a little and he became aware of what was happening around him. Sephiroth gave him another of those disturbing smiles as he leaned back over him, pressing his swollen cock to the now well-stretched entrance to Cloud’s ass. The blonde haired boy tried hard not to squirm, though with anticipation or dread he wasn’t sure anymore. He abandoned thinking as that hot length began to press into him, stretching him further and causing a pleasurable burning fire to course through him. Inch by inch he was slowly filled. When Sephiroth’s entire length was seated deeply within him he stopped.

 

“Tell me if I should stop,” he whispered, kissing Cloud’s salted forehead. A light sheen of sweat was making itself known on both men.

 

“Nn-nn,” Cloud mumbled, too far gone for coherent sentences. Sephiroth chuckled low to himself and pulled back a little before thrusting in again. The boy’s gasp of shock and pain told him he was far from ready. Slowly he reached between them and took a hold of the blonde’s sensitized flesh; stroking the head with feather-light fingers before tracing down the veins to the base and then back up to repeat the process. When he felt his toy had relaxed some he tried again with a shallow thrust. This time he was rewarded with a sweet moan of bliss. He picked up the tempo a little, enjoying the feel of the tight walls around himself; pressing in on him and clinging to his cock needily.

 

The pace became frantic as he neared his climax. He changed his angle ever so slightly in order to hit that wondrous bundle of nerves which would bring Cloud over the edge as well. He began stroking his new lover’s swollen prick tenderly as well, swirling gentle fingers around the head and along the slit before wrapping his hand around it tightly and imitating the movements going on inside him. Cloud cried out in climax moments later, the angelic sound – accompanied by the salty spray of white cum shooting across the boy’s bare chest tantalizingly – increased his vigor. He pounded mercilessly into the smaller body. The sensations were building up in his groin and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer to enjoy what he had discovered. A few more thrusts and he released his hot seed into the boy bellow him, filling him with the warm liquid.

 

Neither one of them moved for a long time after that. Cloud, now back in his right and whole mind, was beginning to seriously ponder what had just happened. Sephiroth had not been acting anything like himself. While being fucked by the angelic man-babe was close to heavenly, what would the other man do once he came back to his senses? Probably kill him, as he had tried to so many times before. The post sex glow was beginning to wear off and he started to find the situation more and more awkward. Plus, he was hungry.

 

“Sephiroth, get off me,” he ordered, shoving at the mass sprawled over him. The muscular body groaned sleepily and snuggled in closer, if that was possible. Cloud was beginning to feel the lack of air he was receiving.

 

“There’s a cheese sandwich in my school bag,” The light haired man mumbled. Cloud snorted, thinking about just what had probably been put in that sandwich. He promptly wished he hadn’t as what little air he had left him.

 

“I can’t breathe,” he wheezed. Sephiroth was off of him before the comma.

 

“Sorry,” he apologized meekly. Cloud would have stared at him if he hadn’t been reminding his lungs what air tasted like. The great and psychotic Sephiroth had just apologized to him? It was insane! Maybe he should eat that sandwich after all; he might be delusional from food depravation. He began fishing around for the aforementioned back pack with one hand and located it somewhere near the bed. Tentatively he unwrapped the innocent looking foodstuff and sniffed it, just to be sure. When he didn’t smell anything besides cheese and bread he took a small bite. It was very bland; just cheese and bread. No mustard or catsup or other condiments, just cheese and bread. But there were no questionable substances, which was a plus.

 

He continued to eat his meal – if it could be called that – in silence. When he was almost finished with the sandwich he began to notice the eyes boring into him and followed the gaze back to the source with his own. Sephiroth had yet to redress himself, Cloud noticed, and he was watching him hungrily. It didn’t sink in right away – he was busy admiring the way the other man’s skin glowed as the light played on his sweat. When he brain caught up to his endorphins he finally had the decency to feel uneasy.

 

“Did you want something?” he asked naively. He began calculating ways to escape from the shed; since now that he noticed, Sephiroth was laying in front of the door.

 

“I want more,” the white haired man whined pleadingly.

 

“More what?” Cloud asked, playing dumb as best he could. Jeeze, was this guy insatiable or something? “I’m sorry, did I eat your lunch? I’ll get you something else to eat.”

 

“Fuck me.”

 

“Come again?!” Cloud was beginning to panic at this point. This counted as rape even though he enjoyed it, didn’t it? He hoped it did; then he could force the rabid, sex crazed idiot to leave him alone with threats of legal action. Maybe. He didn’t seem to be the type who cared much.

 

“Yes, please,” Sephiroth smirked, rising languidly on his arms. He looked every bit more the sex god he was. Cloud realized too late that no clothing meant no way of hiding his reawakening hard on from those prying blue eyes. It didn’t take more than a second before Sephiroth was over him, smiling as he caressed the heated flesh between un-expecting legs. Cloud couldn’t help himself as he gasped. He fought to keep control over his mind and body this time. Really, it wasn’t happening again.

 

Sephiroth seemed oblivious to everything except the pleasure. Cloud waited patiently for an opening, his body wound up like a spring. Finally it came. The need was building to a point where he almost thought he couldn’t fight it anymore when the coaxing hand left and a porcelain face moved downward in order to take its place. Seizing his opportunity, Cloud bolted for the door. He nearly went through it in his hurry to escape, leaving a bewildered and unsatisfied Sephiroth in his wake. He didn’t take into account that he was, indeed, still quite naked as he streaked across campus grounds. Many an appreciative eye was turned as he darted passed them on his mad dash for his room.

 

Upon arriving in his dorm room he relaxed. Nothing would get him here. Glancing at the clock he quickly gathered clothes and put them on, intent on getting to his P.E. class on time. P.E. was the one class he truly enjoyed, since there was no one telling him how to do things, just to do them. Now dressed and slightly more confident about how the world was going he left his room; completely oblivious to the extra boxes stashed beside his bed. It was a mess anyways.

 

“Tee hee hee!”

 

“Dude, that’s creepy.”

 

“But I like it. It makes me sound like and evil genius.”

 

“…”

 

“Oh look! Here he comes!”

 

Sephiroth and Zack waited behind the bushes, staring intently at their prey. Their prey seemed to be intent on giving them a nice little peep show without knowing they were there; banding over to pick up his equipment with a lovely ass salute and then ripping a whole in his pant leg when he flexed his muscles too hard. Did anyone really need to point out how incredibly tight those P.E. uniforms were?

 

“So what’s the new plan to get him?” Zack asked offhandedly. Cloud had picked up his water bottle and was taking a very long swig from it. It didn’t look as though it was even touching his tongue before sliding down. There most definitely weren’t any swallowing motions in that taunt neck. Zack wondered idly if he was aware Sephiroth had given him a hickey.

 

“Eek!” the aforementioned white haired psycho squealed. Another truly unnerving act. “He fell for it. That was too easy!”

 

“Fell for what?”

 

“That,” Sephiroth pointed at the now mostly empty bottle of water, “is not water. It’s an entire bottle of imported scotch. He’ll be too drunk to know what’s happening.”

 

“I though scotch was an amber brown color?” Zack pointed out.

 

“Not when it’s imported,” Sephiroth sniffed. “Ooo, look; it’s working already.”

 

Indeed, Cloud was beginning to look a little off balance on the court. Of course, he’d have to be damn tolerant not to be, Zack noted, eying the empty water bottle the blonde had just discarded. Dehydrated plus one measly cheese sandwich to absorb an entire bottle of scotch just didn’t work, no matter who you were. After a little while the poor boy was weaving so bad he had to take the rest of the day off sick. This was probably also part of Sephiroth’s diabolical plan, he decided. He turned to ask the fair haired man beside him, but he was already gone. Figures, he thought.

 

“Jeezes,” Cloud groaned, having hit the floor instead of the bed which he had thrown himself at. “What was in that water? I thought it tasted funny.”

 

“Scotch,” a rich baritone voice purred into his ear. He jumped and turned to see Sephiroth standing over him.

 

“How th’fuck d’you get in here?” the more than just slightly inebriated blonde bellowed. Bellowing has less of an effect when your words are slurred, however.

 

“My key,” Sephiroth replied, holding up the said object. “Didn’t they tell you? I’m your new room mate.”

 

“Oh fuck.” Cloud groaned.

 

“Yes, I intend to,” the other man chirped. Di-stur-bing.

 

He didn’t have time to say or think more before he was being divested of his clothes once more. He thought about complaining, but then hot moisture surrounded his flaccid cock and he couldn’t think anymore. The tongue he remembered from their last encounter roved over the length of his quickly hardening length; tasting it and bringing it to an all the stiffer attention. It continued to torture the now writhing blonde as it dipped into the slit and gathered what little precum had been allowed to gather their before sucking deeply, pulling more of the delectable liquid from that well toned body.