Yes! Finals are finally over! They really wiped me out this time. I came home after my tests, put in The Prince Of Egypt and passed out. Is it just me or does that movie have one of the most genius musical scores ever?

" Gleaming in the moonlight, Cool and clean and all I've ever known, All I ever wanted, Sweet perfumes of incense, Graceful rooms of alabaster stone, All I ever wanted…I am a sovereign prince of Egypt, A son of the proud history that's shown, Etched on ev'ry wall, Surely this is all I ever wanted…All I ever wanted"

Sorry, I don't own that either…Dreamworks does…so on with it then.

To my friends: Clockwork Phoenix, FifthDayOfMay, and Near Kitten: I am forever grateful and listening to your comments :D

Oh yeah...so there's like a little homo action coming up..so if you don't like that...I thought I made it clear with the whole ZackxCloud and SephxCloud pairing business… I think it's still T rated tho...let me know!

"I think you ought to go away," Yuffie grumbled wrinkling her nose at the man in front of their table.

He was tall, slender, and elegant. The harsh lines of his aristocratic face glimmered in the poorly lighted room. He brought with him a small entourage of bodyguards, drawing more attention to their little group then anyone actually wanted. Reno was grinning with his elbow resting on the man's shoulder; Rude stood aloof on the opposite side.

"Want me to leave too, Yuf?" The scarlet-haired turk pouted. Not waiting for the answer, he pulled out a chair beside Zack for a man that could only be described as Rufus ShinRa. Rude and Reno stood distinctively behind him. It was funny the way it looked like they had set up a random conference meeting.

"Do you guys really have to follow him around like dogs?" Yuffie raised an eyebrow, "There's a definite line between cool and desperate. You don't have to copy the story that much."

"Rufus is our Boss," Rude stated blankly.

"You only suck up cause he's got family in Enix."

"Bingo, sister" Reno whispered under his breath to her, " why do you think you're favored? For some unimaginable reason he finds you amusing .We're on his good list. So for that, I'll be whatever the hell he wants me to be. I wanna win this thing."

"Sellout-whore," the girl accused, turning her head away.

Rufus made himself comfortable in their little booth. The cuffs of his ivory suit didn't touch the glass tabletop. He looked as if he were barely there, an apparition floating above the seat.

"I'm so bored with the non-descript pieces everyone has been doing lately. Where's the creativity? I could really benefit from a unique show," his cool baritone sent shivers around the table. "Come Zack, you've never let me down. Show me something I'm not expecting."

He leaned away, his glacial blue eyes challenging Zack to refuse. Slowly, the soldier rose and flattened his cigarette in the table's ash tray. Rufus nodded towards Cloud, expecting him to follow.

"What am I supposed to do?" The shy blonde whispered to the girl beside him.

Aerith bit her lip, contemplating. "Go with Zack," She said quietly.

Cloud shot a desperate glance towards Yuffie who only shrugged in awe. He had no idea what he was doing here and where the hell that bastard Cid had flitted off to.

Zack had led him to the edge of the throng of dancing bodies in the center of the club. The brunette's hands were shaking when he turned back around to look at Cloud; his face was completely mortified.

"Hey listen, kiddo," he slurred out fast, his face flushed, "don't think I'm a creep but we're gonna have to do something embarrassing."

"Why's that?" Cloud gritted through his teeth. He didn't do well with being made a spectacle of.

Zack cast a quick glance back at the table and pulled Cloud into a loose embrace. When he spoke it was quick and steady. "Rufus basically owns things around here. If you want to get anywhere in this competition, do what he says."

"It's just a cosplay contest ," Cloud looked at his feet, "Why is everyone taking it s-so serious? Is-isn't it just supposed to be fun?"

Zack smiled at that, his hands were resting slightly on the blonde's slim hips, "Just for fun? A million dollar contract in a blockbuster live-action film isn't a serious enough prize for you, Spike?"

Cloud blinked in shock, "million?"

He didn't have to enough time to finish his thought before they were suddenly moving quickly against each other. The blonde couldn't hear himself think as loud, distorted music pumped through the room and through his bones. All he could focus on was the closeness of the man in front of him. Zack's breath was warm and frightening as it spilt over him. The peach fuzz on the back of Cloud's neck stood on end and he shivered.

"Yes... a million," the brunette whispered, slowly brushing blonde bangs away from the younger's eyes. He made sure to turn him away from the speculating crowd gathering back at the table. He let his hands slide down until they cradled in the small of Cloud's back.

The blonde gasped a small sigh. What was happening? What was he doing? This wasn't funny anymore; it meant something more to him then it did Zack. It had always seemed to be that way. Whimpering, he gently hid his face in the man's chest.

"Zack, let's not do this."

He didn't want to be used anymore.

Strong hands enclosed his face and Zack's body was rocking against his in rhythm, "It'll be over soon. Do it for me, if not yourself." His rich irises met Cloud's, "I'm going to win."

The blonde bit his lip, he couldn't refuse a request like that.

He touched his head faintly as he began to move against the brunette. There was a catcall from somewhere and it felt like there were a billion eyes on them. Zack gave him a mischievous grin and Cloud knew there was no turning back.

He reached up burying his pale fingers in the soldier's shaggy hair as the man pressed his hips against the blonde's ass. He bit back soft moans when Zack started thrusting. Trying not to focus on his own clumsy movement, he "danced" with the brunette. There was more whistling and when they caught a glance at the world around them, excited faces where everywhere. Adrenaline rushed through Cloud's small body and suddenly he would do whatever the crowd and Zack wanted.

"Hnn," Zack groaned. His eyes were dark and clouded; his skin flushed again.

Cloud forced his eyes shut and began to shake when he felt Zack's burning, hot hand slide up his cotton shirt. The stupid fabric seemed to cling to him like a second skin.

"Z-Zack!" He wanted to cry as the man rolled a soft pink nipple between his index and thumb.

The music had picked up and suddenly they had to move faster, frantic almost. Zack lifted Cloud up slightly and the blonde had no where to put his hands. He settled for just below the man's pockets, grasping the belt loops of Zack's low slung jeans. He hid his face in the hard collarbone in front of his nose. Zack was shaking now too, his fingers would leave bruises in the blonde's pale skin. They quivered and drew in sharp breaths, unable to move.

"Very entertaining!" Rufus's cold voice was eerie when he laughed. He sounded impressed, which was out of place for him as well. He stood up and clapped, loud and slow after removing his leather gloves. The table behind him was full of wide eyed stares. Even Reno was blushing and trying to look away.

"I'm not gonna lie," He whispered under his breath to his partner, " that was hot."

"Disgusting you mean," Aerith spat. She stood up and stormed to the door. The look she shot Cloud would have killed a lesser man. It was seething and actually torched his skin.

"Wassss going on fellas?" A very drunken Cid stumbled on Zack and Cloud from behind. He slung one lazy arm across both of their shoulders, "Are you guys like besties nowd? I faught I was your beztie boyd, Clouders..."

Ha ha so that was that? What's you think? Like, love, or hate? I really want to know!

Happy Christmas Guys! I really love you all

~Owari!