So this is again different from my other stories. Tried my best to keep humor out of it and an overall dark feeling. Um, lets see warnings...they're in prison so the usual squick you get from some such places. Nothing too graphic but there is mention of things like sadism/masochism, dub-con, rape, murder, you get the idea. I also take some artistic license and just say the whole thing is AU cause I have no idea how prisons are ran so I'm just running with my own ideas. And hey it's fanfiction, therefore I can.

"You're welcome to try." Cloud sneered at the three men stalking into the room behind him.

He had been on his way back to his cell, his 'roommate' was usually out on the grounds at this time of day and the blond had been looking forward to precious time alone. Of course, that was before these three thugs had decided to follow him. Cloud's reputation was such that the leader of the other men paused at his warning, but it didn't stop them ultimately.

Not five minutes later and his attackers were slumped onto the ground unconscious, or near enough to it. Cloud scowled, these idiots wouldn't ever learn. He was pissed, while he had won the fight the scrawny brunette had managed a cut to his forehead. Although, the slice wasn't deep, it was dripping blood and his bangs were now stuck in it, and consequently stuck to his cheek. It was such a pain to get blood out of his blond locks.

"This will take forever." Cloud muttered to himself angrily.

"They were rather uncouth." A familiar voice agreed.

Cloud turned and flashed his companion a small smirk.

"You at least understand about the hair."

Sephiroth showed his canines.

"Quite."

Cloud opened his mouth to speak, but Sephiroth crossed the room in two long strides, grabbed a tight hold of him and kissed him fiercely. Cloud buried one hand tightly in the long strands of silver, and grasped his hip roughly in response. Sephiroth used his height advantage to push Cloud backwards until he hit the wall and ground against him harshly. Cloud broke the kiss to continue his thought.

"I thought you were in solitary for another week?" He asked, voice sounding normal despite their activities.

Sephiroth kept his teeth on the blond's neck as he responded silkily,

"They've learned by now not to keep me locked up too long."

It wasn't the first time Sephiroth had been put into solitary confinement for killing another inmate. This time the rather unfortunate man had walked in on Cloud and Sephiroth making use of the shower together, it had been very messy. Cloud didn't appreciate having extra blood on his hands, even indirectly, since he wasn't the one who had actually killed him. Sephiroth was jailed originally for committing somewhere between five to eight murders (the authorities hadn't been sure), though the Silver Haired Demon had killed at least five more men since then. Cloud didn't ask him for specifics and he didn't volunteer any.

"It was a long month." Cloud muttered.

It was a mutually agreed upon 'affair' between them. Cloud didn't trust Sephiroth by any means, but he knew the man wasn't completely inhuman either. The murders he had committed weren't out of cold blood, nor unvalidated. He was well educated, he simply had a few wires crossed wrong.

His companion didn't respond verbally, he leaned close and started to nibble along Cloud's neck. Nibble was perhaps a tame term for his actions, his teeth didn't break the skin, but only just. Cloud titled his neck allowing the attention. He didn't make a habit of bottoming, no one else besides Sephiroth had topped him in fact. The reasons he let the taller man were simple, first- anyone who actually had the guts to try and dominate Sephiroth ended up spilling said guts across the floor. Literally. Second: They made it into somewhat of a battle, Sephiroth had to overpower Cloud into submission for it was not given freely. Neither used their full force, because once too much blood was spilled sex became a hassle. They did enjoy the chase though.

"Do you still remember who you belong too?" Sephiroth asked him sinking his teeth into Cloud's shoulder.

The blond jerked and sent a hard punch into the other's diaphragm. Sephiroth pulled back to glare with acid green eyes.

"You don't own me." Cloud snapped.

The blond used his grip in silver hair to wrench Sephiroth's head back, making sure he got the point. Instead the rough treatment caused the older man to hiss in pleasure. Sephiroth had strong masochistic and sadistic tendencies. Cloud didn't mind this, except when it interfered with teaching the other man a lesson.

"Forgive me, that was over bounds." Sephiroth purred moving his hands to grip Cloud's hips in a bruising fashion.

Cloud pushed him away with some force, managing to get a few feet of space between them and made to walk past. Sephiroth's hand shot out to wrap around the blond's neck and he slammed him back into the wall, getting a short gasp of pain.

"I wasn't finished." Sephiroth said mildly.

His silver brows pulled low over eyes that flashed in warning. Cloud's blue eyes narrowed in challenge. They both moved at the same time. . .

"Do you hear something?" A blond glanced at his twin curiously.

Sora cocked his head to the side in contemplation, they both paused in the corridor. A subtle blush came across the brunette's face as he realized the noise they were hearing. The blond, Roxas, darted to the open door and chanced a quick peek at the busy couple. His eyebrows shot to his hairline at the sight he encountered. He quickly signaled his brother to come take a look. Sora did so quietly and was equally surprised.

They backed away quickly and continued on towards their previous destination.

"I had no idea that they-"

"Was that even consensual?"

"The way Strife was-"

"He could fight him off-

"The way Sephiroth-"

"None of our business."

"Right."

They made their way into the cafeteria for lunch. You were given a twenty minute slot to get food, eat and then get out. If you didn't make it, you went hungry until dinner.

The twins never left more than a foot of space between them if they could help it, some of the other inmates liked to try to separate them if they left an opportunity. The two twenty-year-old's waited patiently in line to get food, not that it was anything special.

"If those two don't hurry they won't get fed." Sora said quietly.

"Doesn't matter to me if the Silver Haired Devil eats or not, you know he was just released from solitary. . . again?" Roxas replied.

Their eyes met in some concern, for safety really. You never knew what it would take to piss off someone around you, and they'd go too far. Strife (as everyone knew him) was ballsy to get caught up with that psychopath. Everyone knew what he was 'in for', the prison was almost like a small town in that respect, everyone knew everyone else's business.

The line continued and the brothers grabbed their trays and swiftly sat down at the end table, closest to the door. They tried not to attract too much attention, being small in stature and having rather feminine looks was deadly in a prison. They didn't talk to the other inmates sitting around them. Sora took a large bite of, what they were trying to pass off as meatloaf, and grimaced.

"Well, they aren't missing much." He grumbled.

Roxas took a spoonful of the mush that was supposed to be mashed potatoes and his face turned sour.

"Just because we're criminals doesn't mean that they can starve us." The blond sneered at his food.

"Tell them that." Sora said darkly, shooting a glare at the guards standing around the walls.

The tall officer with dreadlocks, Xaldin, seemed to notice the look and came over to their table with a growl.

"Problem faggot?" The dark man snapped with unnecessary offense.

"Not at all, sir. Just saying how amazing the food is today." Sora replied with heavy sarcasm.

Roxas, sitting next to him. put a hand on his leg in warning. It wasn't a good idea to rile up these guards. They were as corrupt as a rotting corpse, and had no conscience.

Xaldin's face darkened and he leaned down to exhale into Sora's face, the brunette would have pulled away from his foul breath but, you never showed weakness.

"Watch your mouth." He growled.

"But I can't see my mouth-"

Roxas yanked Sora backwards off the bench with him before Xaldin's nightstick could strike him across the face. They scrambled away as the angry guard came after them swearing loudly. This attracted exactly the kind of unwanted attention the two tried to avoid. Nearly every man in the cafeteria, guard and inmate alike were watching now, as they tore out of the room with Xaldin on their heels.

"Get back here! Little smart-ass you won't be laughing when I get a hold of you!" The guard shouted as he chased them down the hall.

Roxas kept a tight hold on Sora's wrist as they sprinted away and down a side corridor. Hallow Bastion prison was the largest on the continent and they took full advantage of the labyrinthine passages. A strong hand suddenly appeared from a doorway and grabbed at Roxas's shirt. The arm it was attached to yanked the two brother's behind the door and closed it quickly and quietly. They had just turned the corner and with luck Xaldin hadn't seen where they had gone.

It was fairly dark in the room and Roxas pulled Sora behind him protectively, he had had only a second to make the decision to leave Sora with Xaldin or risk this unknown man's presence. His fears were somewhat relieved as they heard a soft chuff of a laugh from their rescuer.

"Can't go ten minutes without getting into trouble huh?"

"What do you want Axel?" Roxas snapped in annoyance.

This guy just wouldn't give up. They glared up at the tall outline of spiky hair.

"This kind of thing wouldn't happen to you guys if you joined my gang you know." Axel said turning serious.

"No thanks." Sora said roughly, he turned to open the door but Axel's hand came out and landed slightly above his. Sora drew his arm back quickly.

"He might still be out there," the tall red-head said casually, and leaned against their only way out.

"We already explained this to you." Roxas said slowly.

He didn't think Axel would hurt them, but he didn't trust the guy as far as he could throw him either.

"Not choosing a gang is a really stupid move you know." Axel continued as if Roxas hadn't spoken.

The gang leader reached out towards the blond, with unknown intent, but Sora backed them away hastily.

"We aren't joining your stupid gang so you can fuck him whenever you want to." Sora snarled.

"Just pointing this out short stuff," Axel said smoothly as he stepped away from the door and closer to them, "I wouldn't have to try too hard if I wanted to fuck him, underling or not." His voice was deceptively calm.

"You'd be out cold if you tried." Sora said with venom.

Roxas squeezed his hand.

"If you really think so." Axel agreed easily.

His moods shifted faster than water over glass. They sometimes wondered if he wasn't bipolar and that was why he snapped and burned that apartment complex down with the tenants still inside.

The red-head stepped away from the door, opened it without any hesitation and left without another word. They shared a look and followed slowly, in the opposite direction. Now they had two people to avoid for a while. Although really, nearly the entire population surrounding them was best avoided. Strife was the only one who seemed like a decent human being, his story still hadn't been spread yet.

The two made their way to Group Therapy, it was mandatory every week. Supposedly, it was to help the criminals regain their sense of humanity and lead them to good behavior for their release back into society. Often, the inmates simply regaled their fellows with stories of their crimes in vivid detail that left none as to wondering whether they were actually guilty or not.

After a painful, yet enjoyable fucking against the wall, Cloud had left Sephiroth to try and grab a quick bite before the cafeteria closed. He had seen the twins running away from the guard and secretly hoped they escaped unscathed. Cloud had a bit of a soft spot for those two. It was the nature of what they were in for, he felt they were kindred spirits.

After five minutes of rushed eating, Cloud followed two other men across the complex to Group Therapy. The hard plastic chairs were set in the usual circle, and he sat down in one on the opposite side of the door so he could see everyone that came in. He never sat with his back to a door if he could help it.

Sure enough, not ten uncomfortable minutes later, the two brothers came in looking no worse for wear. Sora greeted him with a small smirk, Roxas simply nodded discreetly at him. It wasn't wise to let others know your allies if you didn't have to.

"Now that everyone is here," the therapist, an ice cold blond named Vexen, glared pointedly at the twins, "Shall we start?"

The assorted group of criminals shuffled around in their seats and avoided eye contact, much like any circle of people will do when it's against their will.

"Let's see. . . Strife, why don't you share your story? We haven't yet heard what crime you committed and were sentenced for." Vexen said calmly.

Cloud supposed working with prisoners day in and day out made one rather desensitized to everything. He scowled at the therapist. There was a reason he was content with no one knowing what had landed him in here. His sentence was for seven years, he had been here for only six months and already felt his mind starting to crumble from boredom. With an inward sigh Cloud said in short, clipped tones,

"A man raped my sister. She told me who it was and I went and found the bastard. I walked away, he didn't."

Out of his peripheral view Cloud saw the twins share an unreadable look. He ignored everyone else.

"Are you sure that's all?" Vexen pressed.

The more sadistic and brutal an inmate was, the more work -and ultimately esteem- Vexen got out of it so he was rather put off at the lack of violence.

"Yes." Cloud said coldly.

Vexen pursed his lips but called on the next criminal to delve into his reasons for his crime. Cloud glared at the man sitting across from him, he couldn't think of any sane reason why someone would murder an old couple sitting in their home. Coming to Group always left the blond with the feeling of his skin crawling in disgust.