A/N: This is my first shot at a fanfiction so if it sucks major butt, please understand. This plot bunny would not let me rest until I wrote it down. It's slightly AU because I don't think it would be possible for all these people to be in the same room at the same time.

Disclaimer: I will own Final Fantasy as soon as I become fish.


Six of Square Enix's finest masculine figures (not that these were the only ones), dead or not, were sitting in compatible silence in a house which all Squeenix characters can coexist somewhat peacefully. Although they would never admit it, these six men all had some sort of fixation; fetishes if you please. Vincent had a fixation for the color red, if it wasn't glaringly obvious. Zack had a fixation with strawberries; he just couldn't get enough of those little fruits. Tseng had a fixation for tongues, not that he would ever tell. Leon had a fixation for lips; such small things, so many possibilities. Reno just had a fixation on anything oral, and Sephiroth just had a fixation on Cloud.

Just then said blond walked in. The narrator believes she failed to mention the plate of freshly washed strawberries Tifa had put on the table, but there was. However, these weren't just any strawberries. These were strawberries dipped in chocolate, because then they are all that more sensual, which plays nicely in with the story (how Zack did not see or notice them the narrator has no clue).

"Hey, Tifa! Can I eat these strawberries?" Cloud called towards the kitchen.

At the sound of this, all six of the men's head jerked towards Cloud to look at him. Strawberries. Strawberries meant red. Strawberries meant fruit which meant juices which meant a tongue meeting that trail of juice to stop it from its course down the wrist. Strawberries meant eating which took a lot of lip action. Eating strawberries meant something oral, and for Sephiroth, it just being Cloud was enough. All the men sat waiting for Tifa's reply.

"Yeah! Sure go ahead!" came the muffled response from the kitchen. The men almost cried with joy.

They watched intently as Cloud sat down and picked up one of the chocolate-covered strawberries. He put one near his mouth and nibbled the end of it. Bit by bit, the strawberries entered Cloud's mouth; he bit down and chewed. Vincent could see the red fibers peeking out from their chocolaty prison and he could just imagine what it would feel like for a certain part of his body to repl–ahem. Strawberries are good, aren't they, Zack? Chocolate was smeared on Cloud's lip and all Leon could think about was kissing right off hi–once again, AHEM. Tseng watched closely as a pink tongue peeped out to wipe away the chocolate remaining on his upper and lower lip. Reno was just glad this was taking place, and Sephiroth... well, let's just say he was happy it was Cloud. Slowly, but surely, the strawberry was finished and Cloud reached for his next one. Had any of these men been less than fine Squeenix creations they would have drooled. Thankfully, they are not.

For teasing him so thoroughly, he'd throw the blond in question up against the wall and proceed to kiss him senseless, grinding their hips together wrenching a moan out of the shorter man. After that, he would spin the blond around, drop their pants and ta–Their eyes snapped opened to the sound of a trashcan lid being shut. This time the men almost cried out in protest. They hadn't realized their eyes had closed, and now they were all extremely happy in their nether regions. They watched as Cloud made his way back to his room.

All of them looked at each other. All of a sudden, there was a mad dash for the room mentioned; hair was pulled, stomachs were elbowed, some were stepped on, and others were tripped. All in all, it was a gruesome battle to see who could reach it to the blonde's room door. From which only one was champion.


A/N: I'm not sure I'm going to write a sequel. If you want one, it will be filled with lemony goodness and I will choose the "champion" by popular vote. So read and review!!