Chapter One

Cloud had never been normal. He was an odd kid, especially for an eighteen year old boy. First off, he was flaming, gayer than Elton John in drag. Second, he would much rather spend his time searching for vampire's, werewolves, and ghosts than spending time with anybody he considered a friend. So it was no big surprise that he would be walking down the street at midnight, his backpack slung over his shoulder and humming to himself.

He was on his way back from the movie theatre and didn't seem to be concerned with anything, especially not the fact that two of the three things he had been searching for for about six years were right behind him. At least, he wasn't concerned until the shorter of the two, a dark-haired man with freakishly blue eyes, bumped into him. Cloud cried out softly and the man grabbed his arm to steady him. "Are you all right?"

Cloud stared at the brunette. This guy was fucking gorgeous! He turned maroon and nodded. "Yeah…" He smirked suddenly. "Of course, CPR couldn't hurt."

The brunette laughed and glanced to his right. A man with silver hair was walking away and the brunette nodded firmly. "Stupid bloodsucker… I'm Squall, by the way."

"Cloud. Did you say bloodsucker?" Cloud asked, cocking his head to one side. "Like a vampire?"

Squall looked at Cloud and nodded. He raised an eyebrow. "You aren't a vampire, are you?"

Cloud almost went into shock. "M-me? A v-vampire? Oh, jeez, they actually exist?"

Squall nodded and Cloud peered into the taller man's face, curious. Squall opened his mouth to speak and Cloud cut him off. "You're not a vampire! You don't have fangs and your cheeks are red because you're warm!"

Squall laughed. "No, I'm not a vamp. I'm a werewolf."

Cloud's jaw dropped. He stuck his hand up Squall's shirt and the man yelped. "What are you doing?"

Cloud shook his head. "You can't be a werewolf! You're way too cute! Shouldn't you have a scar or something? They usually go for the stomach, right?"

Squall nodded. "Right, but my guy went for a place I don't usually show in public." He grinned. "Of course, if you play your cards right, you might just get to see it one of these days."

Cloud blushed hotly. This totally divine guy was hitting on him and he said he was a damn werewolf. Cloud looked up at him and grinned. "Can I come home with you?"

Squall looked surprised. "Wow… Uh… Why?"

Cloud grinned. "My dad kicked me out. I can pay you back, if you want." He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He was used to giving himself up to strangers and this guy was no different, if a little sexier and a lycanthrope.

Squall raised an eyebrow. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen. Don't worry, man, I'm legal."

Squall scratched the back of his head. "You can come home as long as you button your shirt back off. I'm not going to make you pay."

Cloud grinned. "Can I watch you change?"

Squall didn't get what he was saying at first and then thought of something. "Into a wolf?"

Cloud nodded eagerly. "Yeah! Are you strong enough to change at will?"

Squall laughed. "Yes, I am. All right, kid, let's go."

Cloud hooked his arm through Squall's and began walking alongside him, feeling, for the first time since he was a kid, truly happy.