Disclaimer.

They aren’t mine. They really aren’t no matter how much I want them to be. So, let me just pretend they are for the duration of this fic, so I can give them to you.

Dedication:

For Xineko: for my inspiration in this project and my wonderful Beta reader. Cheers babe, and I PROMISE I will have a looooooooooooot more lemon in ensuing chapters!

Warnings for the narrow minded.

There was a little girl who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. (ME!) And when she was good, she was very very good, but when she was bad, She wrote slash! ^_^

You don’t like gorgeous guys doing other gorgeous guys? You’re in the wrong place mate.

Leather trousers, (and they’re not on Squall for a change)… and a little bit of fellatio.

Part two.

Squall stared at the back of his hands, studying the lines and scars there, trying not to listen to Cloud.  Unfortunately, an annoying pillow smacked against his hand, forcing his thoughts to return to the blonde beside him.

“I asked ya what was up Squall.”

The silver grey eyes of the brunette fluttered closed.  How long had it been since he had felt such absolute lust for another?  How long had it been since he had felt anything like this?

“Squall. Stop zoning out on me here.”

“Sorry, Cloud,” he spoke, barely over a whisper.

“What happened? I heard you movin’ about this morning.”

The brunette’s eyes clouded over once again signalling that he was lost in thought.  “Sephiroth…. he…”

“What?” Cloud prompted.

“…kissed me.” Squall said; his voice was soft and full of confusion. “He touched my face, and he - kissed me.”

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

“Then he ran.”

“Oh.” Cloud pouted for a second.  “Maybe he’s just confused…maybe he thinks he’s taking advantage of you - ‘cause he’s…older?”

Squall let his gaze fall to the bare wooden floor, thinking how sweet and uncorrupted the kiss had been, how absolutely beguiling the feel of the silver-haired general’s lips against his. How Sephiroth had tasted like cold steel and coffee, and how alluring his slender, muscular figure had been in that half-clothed state in the moonlight…how much he wanted to kiss him again.

Cloud frowned a little at his friend, remembering the damage done the last time Squall had fallen for someone.  The blonde wrapped his arms around his friend and held him in silence for a moment, before whispering, “It’ll be okay Squall.”

The corner of Squall’s mouth lifted in a ghost of a smile, and he nodded.  “Always is, right young one?”

“Yeah, old one,” Cloud smiled.  There were only two years between them, but the habit of calling each other those names had developed after they met a few years before.

“Let’s go get some breakfast.”

********

Sephiroth toyed with the ends of his silver hair absently while staring down at the steaming plate of food.  One good thing about being here; the food was actually edible, although he still had to find someone who could cook bacon without turning it into charcoal.

“Eat up weakling.” Sephiroth heard a familiar voice and looked up to see an old friend.

“Sit your spiky arse down - and stop stealing my lines.”

Zack grinned as he took the seat opposite Sephiroth, “So what you used to say to me doesn’t apply to you? Tch, fine.”

Staring into the hazel and blue eyes of his favourite former student, the general shook his head a little.  “I only told you that when you weighed less than a newborn chicobo,” he teased fondly, remembering the skinny wimp of a candidate that he had taken under his wing three years before.  He’d turned into a fine member of SOLDIER, and in a few months would be graduating into First class: eligible for his own missions.  Sephiroth felt the smile that had forced itself to his face one the arrival of his friend fade as he remembered: in a few months, Cadet Leonhart would either make it into real SOLDIER training, or be relegated to regular ShinRa forces for another year.

Zack peered at him, pushing a fallen length of spiky black hair behind his ear, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Sephiroth, you lie as well as Scarlet acts innocent; it’s not right.  What’s wrong?”

“Finish your breakfast and I’ll tell you.”

When the black-haired young man had finished gobbling his meal, the two walked towards the dorm rooms.

Satisfied no one was around, Sephiroth looked to his spiky-haired friend and sighed.  “I… I’ve fallen for someone.”

Zack raised an eyebrow with a grin.  “Yeah? Who’s the lucky guy?”  He had known of Sephiroth’s preferences in bedmates for a while.  “Do I know him?”  In fact, more often than not, they shared the same taste in men.

“No, I don’t think you’ve met him yet. He’s a candidate.”

Zack’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “You gotta be kidding me. How old is he?”

“Turns 18 in about a month.”  Sephiroth’s gaze dropped to the floor.  Zack lifted a finger to his own lips to quiet the general as two cadets appeared at the end of the corridor. 

As they neared, Sephiroth let out a small groan when he saw who they were: Cadet Cloud Strife and Cadet Squall Leonhart.  As they passed, Strife glared at Sephiroth with a look that could have scared Bahmut-ZERO.  Squall stared straight ahead, apparently completely oblivious to his two superiors.  When they had passed, Sephiroth nodded in the direction they had gone, “The brunette.”

Zack gazed after them thoughtfully.  “What’s the blonde’s name?”

“Cloud Strife…. Why?”

“Nothing… “: The black haired SOLDIER licked his lips.  “Well…you got a thing for the older one?  I can’t say as I blame ya, Seph but….”

“But ShinRa doesn’t approve of anything going on in their barracks between those in positions of power and their men.  I know.  I should forget all about it…” The silver haired one sighed heavily, rubbing his aching temples. “I kissed him last night.”

Zack’s attention snapped to his superior officer.  “You did what?!”

********

Squall swung his arm in a slow circular motion, feeling the shoulder crack. The amount of arguing one group of teenage boys could generate in thirty minutes never ceased to amaze him.  His head was already pounding,

“War games…” he mumbled softy. The manoeuvres Sephiroth had been so agitated over were nothing but little war games.  Two teams, each team battling to capture or ‘kill’ more of the others.  It was more childish than anyone could believe.

“Well what do you think, pretty boy?”  One of the other candidates called over to Squall.  The brown-haired candidate glared at the insolent little fool, wishing Cloud had been there; at least he wouldn’t have been quite so lonely.

“Gentlemen.” all the cadets snapped towards a smooth voice.  The silver-haired general said, “I’m all for fun and games once in a while, but these are your comrades.”  He gestured around the room.  “One day Mr Davis,” Sephiroth glared at the one who had spoken, “you may be forced to rely on Mr. Leonhart.  If his memory is half as long as mine is…you might find yourself in a little trouble.”

“Sir.”  The speaker nodded a little glumly.

“What do you think Mr. Leonhart?” the general turned to him.

Squall glanced around the room, highly conscious of every single person in there staring at him.  “Well, we all have different skills, so we should put them to use: find out where the other team is, and meet back up to discuss further strategy.”

Sephiroth nodded with a touch of pride, “Very good.”

So it was agreed: the team would split into groups and spread out, gathering information.  Saying he worked better on his own, Squall refused to join any group.  Sephiroth insisted on joining him, “Someone has to assess you.”

That was how Squall Leonhart found himself stealthily walking through a leafy glade with General Sephiroth.  The awkward silence between them was thick enough to be cut with a Masamune; Sephiroth finally found his voice.  “About last night…”

“Nothing happened.  Am I right sir?”

“Something happened alright,” Sephiroth murmured. “I’m sorry…but can you imagine the scandal that would erupt if someone had seen us?”  Squall stared straight ahead of them.  “…Despite the fact…I enjoyed it so much.”

Squall didn’t answer, still gazing ahead, chewing thoughtfully on his lip; looking like he hadn’t heard a word.  Then he turned towards his superior officer and grabbed him by the collar, forcing him into the mass of trees that enveloped the small glade.  Sephiroth attempted to pull away, but Squall placed a finger against his lips and indicated the place where they had been standing.  Members of the opposing team were now stopped there.

Sephiroth nodded, signalling to Squall he could take his hand away.  The vegetation was tightly woven, forcing the two men to press against each other to keep out of sight of the cadets.  Sephiroth became acutely aware of Squall’s heated breath on his neck.

Then a faint tremor of silent laughter shook Squall’s shoulders.  He rose on tiptoes to whisper in the other’s ear: “You liked it.”

“I told you that a few minutes ago,” Sephiroth hissed back, just loud enough for Squall to hear.

Squall stared up into the shimmering jade green of Sephiroth’s eyes, spellbound by the dancing Mako energy within the heat of his gaze.  ‘I want him….’ Squall thought, ‘he’s more beautiful than anyone I’ve ever seen.’

The brunette’s hand crept up, fingers moving softly over the hard sweet curve of Sephiroth’s cheekbone, then down to his lips.  The fingers rested there as Squall spoke, “I enjoyed it too.”  The other cadets moved on.

Part of Sephiroth was still capable of coherent thought, and that coherent thought was: ‘Shin Ra’s going to throw me from the towers’.  The rest of his mind was caught up in the beautiful boy touching his face.

Sephiroth’s tongue stole out to meet Squall’s fingers with teasingly slow, sensual movements.  Squall made a tiny gasp, as Sephiroth caught the hand from his face.

Squall’s other hand played dexterously over the front of Sephiroth’s leather trousers, and the general could only think of one thing.

‘Fuck ShinRa.’  Bending his head to steal a kiss from the young man, Sephiroth tasted Squall’s lips: leather and cold bitterness of metal…. and the sweet tang of nutmeg.

Squall shuddered beneath Sephiroth’s grip, feeling the general’s strong arms wind themselves around him, and the taller man’s lips moved down from the corner of his mouth to the sensitive skin of his neck.

The radio on Squall’s belt crackled to life and the pair gazed longingly at each other before breaking apart with a tremulous sigh.

“I repeat….” the static-punctuated voice called out, “Time out! There’s been an accident.”

Sephiroth took the small transmitter from Squall’s belt, “What happened?”

“Some silly bastard fell out of a tree if you can believe that Sir,” the voice responded, “Give us about15 minutes to clear him from the field and we’ll be back on.”

“Okay.  out.”  He looked down at Squall as he switched the radio to the lowest audible setting.

The cadet stared into Sephiroth’s soul with those silver-grey eyes, dappled sunlight streaming through the leafy canopy high above them, falling softly onto the handsome pair and casting Squall’s face into shifting shadow, highlighting his delicate features. Sephiroth grabbed him by the collar of his uniform, pulling him forwards for a rough kiss.  Squall rubbed the swelling of Sephiroth’s sex through the thick protective material of his trousers.

Squall pushed at him lightly, forcing the object of his affections to move back a little.  Hot hands moved against his neck as Squall trailed kisses down the clothed chest of the silver-haired one.  With slightly trembling fingers, Squall unfastened the buttons of Sephiroth’s fly, easing tight leather downwards to slide free the general’s semi-hard sex.

The fingers touching Sephiroth’s hardness like cold fire were stirring up long forgotten feelings, and as his shaft was slowly taken into Squall’s mouth, his world exploded in passion. 

Squall moved his tongue over the pulsing head of Sephiroth’s need, tasting the salty bitterness of the first droplets.  Pulling the length into his mouth with brutal affection, he moved his hands to stroke at the tenderness of Sephiroth’s thighs, every now and then allowing his fingernails to bite into the flesh.

A sigh rose into Squall’s mouth, his soft breath encircling the throbbing length as Sephiroth trembled in near-ecstasy.

“Squall.” The cadet’s name was a whisper of adoration and warning in one.

Striking blue-grey eyes flickered up to stare into jade green for a fleeting moment; before Squall returned to his much-appreciated task, Sephiroth was sure he’d seen the younger man wink.

The movement of Squall’s head became more fervid and Sephiroth entangled one hand in his feather-soft coffee and whiskey hair.  The hand that had been stroking Sephiroth’s thigh moved upward, and with a faint strangled cry Sephiroth came, fist clenching in Squall’s hair, tight enough to hurt.

As Sephiroth pulled Squall into a tight embrace, the radio crackled with the announcement that the field was now clear and the exercise would restart.

Author’s notes.

Squall muse: Since when do I sigh?

Nik: Since you blew Sephy…

Sephy muse: *silly grin and an Austin powers impression.* Yeah baby

My Reviewers.

Demon’s Gate.

1)       Go and read DG’s fics!

2) “But what's goin on with Squall and Cloud? Why's Squally so relaxed around him?”

All will be revealed in the next couple of chapters babe.

Yuna-Chan

“Cloud acted a little bit more energetic then I'd imagined him too be.”

Not my fault I assure you. He’s sorta based on a mate of mine from work. I wanted him to have that image of wild eyed innocence but he came out hyper…. Oh well.

Lauren Filiatreault

I am in the process of writing that fic we discussed. Give me a little while longer.

Pixie518

If any readers are even slightly into FF8, go and read Misery’s Son and of course the controversial but much loved Cowboy’s Fantasy. Probably the HOTTEST fic ever!

Sephy and Squall will be expanding their horizons in the following chapters too. ^_^

KaP,

Glad to be of service Sweetie.

Sephy.

Hello… from Belgium I see…. And I bet you get even less Anime than us lucky brits… Poor thing.

And he’s a sweetie cuz I feel sorry for him in all those “Sephiroth IS Evil” fics.

Faeline

Nice name! And thanks for the compliments.

Xineko.

Go read her work!

Astraea.

“YUM!”

Nik: *Nods sagely.* One word that totally sums up this pairing.

Race Ulfson.

Why Squall capitulated at the last moment, who his sister was (Rinoa?) and what's going to happen next….

No, his sister wasn’t Rinoa but she will have a little part in this story… Why Squall capitulated will be covered in an ensuing chapter.

Squall muse: That means she hasn’t thought it up yet.

I have!

Sephy: That means she’s got about three ideas and has no clue on which one to use.

Shush.

What’s gonna happen next…. Heh. More screwing, what else?

Dina.

Your wish is my command babe. There should be a ZackXCloud pairing sometime soon.

Thanks for reading. Please leave a review.

Nikki J Wilcox

“Darksquall”