What My Brother Doesn't Know
Prologue
My name is Cloud Strife, and I'm sixteen years old. I could start that annoying autobiography shit, but I don't want to bore you in the first two sentences of what my life had been. The truth is, when I was five, my mother remarried this slut of a husband, Kefka. She was with him for two years before she realized what an insane fuck he was and quickly divorced him. Then she met Basch, and claimed "he was the one." Basch had already had a son named Vaan, who was as bratty as I was hyper. I was a laid back child with a pony tail, already knowing what the latest trend was, so when I knew it was time to cut that fucker off the back of my head, I did. But this isn't about my style or my hair. It's about both of those. It's about my life. And though those are parts of my life, they're not as important as what started the downhill shit I call "The Wedding Month."
You see, at seventeen, Vaan was engaged to marry Penelo, a pretty girl who was a total whore in my eyes. I hated her. I still do. Though she adored me. But then again, who doesn't? But that's not the point. The point is, up till then, I'd been a pretty calm child. But when Vaan announced his was engaged, Mama went out of her way to please him, buying him a tuxedo though the marriage itself wasn't for another year. When that year came, he was eighteen and I sixteen. But that year, when Vaan forced me to come to a fancy dinner with his fiancé and best man, I realized, the fuck.
The best man was fucking sexy, and I knew by the way our eyes met over the table that he was the one. I'd been a virgin up to the point when I'd met him. Vaan hated gays, absolutely detested them, so it would be stupid for me to blurt out, "Vaan, I'm gay and I screwed your best man" five days before the wedding. So I didn't. Instead, I ate the food and let the best man do all the dirty work. His name was Zack Fair, with long dark hair that spiked up in the back, and teasing dark blue eyes. While we ate, he pressed his knee against mine and rubbed our legs sensuously together. Of course, Vaan didn't notice. Vaan was too busy pushing his tongue into Penelo's throat, and she was too horny to even bother realize we were gay flirting, and having sex with our eyes. You see, Zack was just seventeen, that delightful year above mine but below Vaan's enough to where no one would give a flying shit if we hung out. So we did, constantly.
Of course, I'm not telling you all what we did. All you need to know is that I may have crashed a wedding, broken a few hearts, and found the love of my life.
You're about to read the very shit that made my family disown me, and my surname become Fair forever.
A/N: I realize this may be a very boring prologue. No action. At all. I'm looking for some good yaoi scenes later on. Delicious, juicy, yaoi scenes... Rawr. Anyway, my friend "Mokahsaur" put the idea in my head so I produced it.
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