Hey guys! Occasionally I'll still get reviews from people asking me to update, so this is for you still faithful readers :)

Also, I've slightly forgotten where I'm going with this soooo...yeah I'm just going with it.

Sora sighed softly. His fingers tightened on the hard wood of the foot of the bed. Perfect white teeth bit a swollen red lower lip, trying to hold back another louder moan. Every time he chanced a look downwards, the sight accompanying the sensation of tight lips wrapped around his dick was just too much for him and his eyes shut once again.

And the hands. Long fingers teased every inch of skin available, so skilled with their use. The brunet whimpered softly and let his head fall back, breathing heavily into the thick air of the cabin. He reached forward and gripped silver hair tightly, wanting just a little more speed before he finished. The mouth around his cock obliged, moving up and down so perfectly, so wonderfully perfect. Sora whimpered again and gasped, finally pushed over the edge he'd been kept at for the past ten minutes.

After sucking down all his seed, the mouth retreated, leaving his wet cock exposed to the air around them. Sora twitched slightly and took a shuddering breath. His heart was pounding away in his chest. He forced his eyes open and gave a breathless chuckle when Sephiroth stood and wrapped his arms around his middle.

"Sora," the older teen purred, pushing brown hair from his sweaty face. "That was good, no?" His silver hair fell around his bare shoulders like some silken cloak. His lips pressed gently against Sora's brow.

The younger camper nodded and smiled, resting against his friend's chest. "That was really good," he giggled. The air was too hot for too much contact though, and he pushed away, pulling up his pants. "Hey, you're competing tomorrow in the tourney, right?"

"Sora..." Sephiroth frowned and pulled the brunet against him again, brushing his fingers along a tan jawline.

Large blue eyes met bright green ones and for a moment, Sora felt embarrassed. He looked away and blushed but didn't try to pull back. He knew what Sephiroth wanted.

"Why won't you let me fuck you?" The older teen's voice was deep and laced with confusion, maybe frustration as well. His pale skin was flushed from heat and arousal. "You are very beautiful." He pulled Sora back in for a deep kiss, a hand at the small of his back to keep him in place.

The younger teen melted into the kiss. Admittedly, Sephiroth was a very attractive man; He showered him with compliments and had showed him a very pleasant time. There was just a hint of coldness in his eyes that made him nervous.

Sora tried to pull back, only to have the arm around him tighten.

"What is it that Auron has that I don't?" the silverhaired teen asked with a hint of chagrin. "You let him fuck you yesterday. Or Leon, the day before?" He scoffed and let Sora go, flipping his hair back over his shoulder.

Sora frowned and snatched up his shirt. Granted, he hadn't meant to sleep with Auron. Auron hadn't meant to sleep with him either. They had just been practicing with their boffers and before they knew it, Sora had his back pressed up against a tree while the black-haired teen had taken him harder than he'd ever had it before. His ass was still sore from their activities. Leon had been a different story; There was something about him that turned him, so the younger teen sought him out to see if he could seduce him. It hadn't taken much; it wasn't long before they fell to the ground on the floor of Leon's cabin, thrusting, fucking, and moaning. Aside from that, Sora took any chance he could to make out with one of the campers. He loved the lusty look the teens gave him, how some of them sought him out (Al from the cabin Agrabah had been quite enthusiastic) and how Luxord glowered at him whenever he seemed to be doing perfectly fine without him. The younger teen pulled his shirt on. "I just don't want to, okay?"

Sephiroth's lips pressed together and his face hardened. He crossed his long arms across his chest and turned his back to him. "Fine. Leave."

The brunet didn't wait another moment. He rushed out the front of the cabin and shoved his hands in his pockets moodily. The blow job had been great, but he definitely could have gone without the last part of that.

With a sigh, he looked up at the cloudless sky. The sun had already dipped below the tall treeline, but the air was still hot. He hoped some would fill the blue space by tomorrow and maybe help cool things off before the tourney. Fighting was fun, but not so much when you were dripping with sweat.

As the teen made his way back to his cabin, a shout caught his attention.

"Yo! Sora!"

Sora looked behind him to see Seifer jogging to catch up. "Hey. What's up?"

The blond fell into stride with him and put his hands behind his head. "Just wondering when you're going to fit me into your schedule." He winked playfully.

A laugh escaped Sora's lips before he realized that the older teen probably wasn't joking. "Oh, uh...well..." He blushed and floundered for an excuse. "Actually, I was just going to, um, practice with Tidus and Wakka...or something..."

"Yeah, whatever, you've been sleeping around with everyone. Why don't I get a chance?" Seifer nudged him with an elbow and gave a loud laugh. "Roxas is gonna have to step up the pace if he wants to compete with a slut like you!"

Sora's cheeks heated up in embarrassment. "Roxas isn't competing with me!" he said hotly. "And I'm not a slut."

Seifer took a quick step in front of the brunet and stopped him in his tracks. "No? Bet you can't even count how many people you've already slept with."

"I can, too," Sora huffed, but didn't bother proving him wrong. "Besides, why's it matter to you how many people I've slept with? I've got a right."

The older teen shrugged and stepped aside again. "Sure you do, but I got a right to call you a slut." He smirked, flashing a set of gleaming white teeth. "By the way," he added, almost nonchalant, "Luxord was out by the lake. You know, if you wanted to see him." He winked and jogged off before Sora could respond.

The brunet scowled at his shoes and kept walking. He didn't need Luxord. He didn't want Luxord. Still, there was an aching in his chest whenever he thought of the goateed teen. For the past few nights, much to his dismay, his mind would wander off to what it would be like laying with him, his strong arms wrapped around his body, a firm grip on his cock...Each night, Sora had let himself shamefully pleasure himself to the idea of making Luxord his own once and for all. He fantasized being the one to break him of his Virgin Conquests. But all the same, whenever he saw the blond, they never spoke.

Sora came up to his cabin and was about to walk up the steps when Riku stepped out. The silverhaired teen stopped and gave his friend a studying look. "Where've you been?" he asked.

"Just out." Sora turned around and began heading in the opposite direction as he'd done every time in the past few days. "I'll be back later."

"Sora, wait!" Riku took a few steps forward, but the brunet made it obvious he wasn't going to stop for him. He sighed and leaned against the pole holding up the awning.

Damn it. Sora quickly tracked away from his cabin. Damn it, damn it. He didn't chance a look back until he was already well out of sight from the porch and the teen on it. Only then did he slow down and let out a sigh. He didn't mean to be so cold to Riku. He liked Riku, a bit, but something about him made him feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was knowing he'd slept with Mickey.

Sora scratched at his hair and frowned. Seeing Riku always made him feel so...so guilty. He didn't want Riku to know that he was sleeping around for some reason.

As he continued to walk, Sora glimpsed a sparkling of water through the trees. He'd made his way down to the lake. The idea of seeing Luxord made him want to turn around but also run forward at the same time. He stepped out onto the dry beach and looked for the blond.

Luxord was swimming a ways down from the dock area. He didn't hear the brunet approaching and was startled when he heard his soft voice.

"Hey Luxord."

The blond glanced over and smirked. "Sora."

The younger camper stripped off his shoes and shirt and waded into the lukewarm water. "Mind if I join you?"

"Looks like you already are," Luxord said in an apathetic voice. He laid back and floated in the calm waters.

Sora watched him for a moment before swimming over, trying to act more graceful than he was. Still, despite all his mental practices on how he was going to woo Luxord, he had no idea where he was supposed to start.

The moon's glow slowly brightened as the sun disappeared fully below the horizon, casting the waters in a deep purple glow. Luxord looked up at it and sighed. "Moon's almost full," he remarked quietly.

The brunet looked up as well. "Yeah." He glanced back at Luxord and shook his head. "Look, Luxord -"

"Don't." The other teen had drifted closer to shore and stood, the water standing at his chest. "I know what you're going to say."

"You do?" Sora was surprised because even he was unsure of what he was going to say. He swallowed heavily as Luxord stepped closer to him. His heart was pounding away in his chest, even more so than when Sephiroth had brought him to completion.

"I've see you around," Luxord said quietly, his voice barely louder than the trickling water around them. He reached up and brushed Sora's bangs back. "Seen you...with people..."

Sora was completely mesmerized by the older teen. He gulped softly and nodded, their eyes locked.

"But..." Luxord continued to speak, just barely above a whisper, "they're not me, are they? And that's what you really want."

The brunet nodded without hesitation, entranced by the bright blue eyes that only seemed to shine in the dusky light.

"So you do want me," Luxord murmured, leaning forward to brush their lips together. He didn't give a full kiss, though, feeling Sora's body lean into his as though begging for it. "You want me to fuck you Sora?"

The younger teen whimpered and nodded, his hands resting pointlessly by his sides. He'd completely forgotten how to function around his First.

"How badly do you want it?" The blond continued, now tracing his fingers along the bulge in the front of Sora's shorts. "Do you think about me?"

"All the time," Sora whimpered, wanting more. "I think about you...all the time..." Somehow he was already breathless. "Please, just...I want you..."

Luxord chuckled softly and looked back up at the moon. He knew what he wanted. "Okay, but..." He looked back down at Sora, watching the moon's reflection in his huge blue eyes. "You have to promise to scream."

Sora could have almost climaxed just from excitement as they suddenly were undressed, groping and kissing and rubbing and touching in the water. They moved to shallow water and collapsed in the mud. Aiming to please, the brunet didn't hold back any noise as they fucked hard and fast. For Sora, it was as though everything he'd been hoping for was coming true. This is it, he thought, this is going to bring him back to me.

Luxord ravished the tan, lithe body beneath him with barely any thought, his hips snapping back and forth with rhythm. His head fell back, and though his eyes were closed, he could feel the moon shining down on him.

Much too soon, the blond released his seed within Sora's body. The younger teen gave a startled squeal and then a disappointed, "Hey!" as he was suddenly left feeling empty.

Luxord grabbed his shorts and pulled them on. "Well, Sora, thanks for the fuck."

"W-what?" Sora looked up at the blond as he stood. The cool water lapped around his still hard dick. A tightness clenched in his stomach, not wanting to accept that Luxord would leave him like that.

"You heard me." The older teen popped his neck casually. "You seem to be loose, anyway. Anyway, see you tomorrow." Without another word, he wandered off.

Humiliation burned at Sora's cheeks. He felt sick to his stomach, his heart was pounding and all he wanted to do was cry. He refused to let the tears loose, though. He wouldn't drop that low. Grumbling wordlessly, he stood and snatched up his own clothes, pulling them on with difficulty in the water.

Once he got back to the shore, Riku stepped out from the trees. Damn it. Damn it. Sora hoped the darkness would cover the pain on his face. Without a word, he turned away from Riku and began to stalk off.

"Hey, Sora," Riku rushed forward and grabbed his arm. "It's okay, he's just - "

"What?" Sora snapped, wrenching his arm free. His eyes were filled with tears and there was no way to hide that but to keep his face away from his cabinmate. "What's okay? The fact that I just let him use me? Huh? The fact that I'm just some stupid, worthless slut?"

"No, no Sora!" Riku grabbed the brunet and tried to pull him into a hug. "You're none of those things!"

"Well, whatever! You've been spying on me!" Sora shouted out. He pushed Riku away, backhanding his chest in anger. "You're stupid, Riku! I'm not special, I'm not anything so go find Mickey and fuck him to your heart's content!"

"What the fuck, Sora? I'm trying to comfort you!" The silverhaired teen scowled, trying to keep his hands from curling into fists.

"I don't need your comfort!" Tears poured down his face freely. Sora couldn't have felt more humiliated if he wanted to. He punched Riku in the chest as hard as he could. When he received no response, he did it again and again, each blow weaker than the last. "Just...fuck you...fuck you, Riku."

Riku finally reached up and caught Sora's hands in his own and pulled him against the chest he'd been assaulting. The brunet sobbed quietly against him, his shoulders shaking with each gasp for breath. After a long while of silence, they sat down on the shore.

"You know," Riku said softly, playing with a pebble between his toes , "I don't care that you've been sleeping around."

Sora buried his face into his arms. He didn't want to talk about it.

"It's nothing to be ashamed about, either. Luxord's just a dick."

The brunet sniffed.

Riku looked up at the moon and stretched his legs out. He listened to the sound of the lake lapping at the ground in front of them, the sounds of crickets and frogs now more plain than ever in the early night. "Luxord was my first, too."

Sora peeked out at him, surprised.

"And he was a dick to me for my first summer here." The silverhaired teen let his head fall back. "He's always been this way. And he always will be."

The brunet stretched out his legs too and glanced over at Riku. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"Eh, I'm over it." Riku smiled over at him. "I'm not trying to get anything from you. I'm just trying to help you out."

Sora smiled as well and laid back on the sand. "Thanks."

Demyx sighed and pulled the last petal from the flower he'd picked. "He loves me not," he grumbled and threw the stem down. The younger kids had gone to bed and he was trying to take his mind off the fact that he hadn't seen Zexion (or Lexaeus) since dinner. All he wanted to do was spend time with him. They could even be alone and not say anything for as long as Zexion liked.

The brunet sighed and leaned back against the rough wood of a large cabin. It belonged to the camp coordinator, Xigbar, but he liked to sit at this bench because it was usually quiet and the garden was well cared for. Despite the fact that he owned the camp, Xigbar was hardly ever seen outside of campwide events.

Curious, the teen stood on the bench and tried to peer over the ledge. He had a small balcony up above; occasionally, he'd snipe passing campers with a nerf gun. Some suspected he did nothing but smoke and drink to pass the time. Demyx wanted to know if ever sneaked campers into his bed at night. None of the other adults could resist, why should he as well?

Feeling particularly mischievous now that he had a distraction, Demyx jumped off the bench and snatched up a handful of tiny pebbles. He tossed one at the sliding glass door. After the quiet ping, he waited. Nothing happened. Again, he tossed a pebble. Again, nothing. After two more pebbles, the door slid open and Xigbar came out with a scowl on his face and a glass in hand.

"What the fuck you think you're doing, dude?" he growled, waving his glass at the teen. It seemed drinking was, indeed, one of his pastimes.

Demyx grinned up at him. "Just wondering what you're up to, old man!"

Xigbar's one eye stared down at him with scrutiny and he scoffed. "Fuckin' asshole, I was busy." He rubbed his neck with his hand.

"Busy with...what?" Demyx climbed back up on the bench, his head barely passing the side of the wall.

The older man knelt down and knocked on Demyx's forehead. "Busy. Now get out of here."

"But I'm bored." The brunet smiled brightly up at him.

"So? I ain't your goddamn babysitter. Fuck off!"

Demyx laughed softly, thoroughly enjoying his harassment. "How come you spend all your time alone? Don't you ever get lonely?"

The scarred man blinked, surprised to be regarded with a serious question. "It's no business of your own." He frowned and stood.

Before Xigbar could leave, Demyx took a few steps back and, with a running start, jumped up the wall, grabbed a hold of the railing and vaulted over. The coordinator stood, slack-jawed at the teen. "I could keep you company."

Xigbar snapped his mouth shut and rolled his eye. "Yeah, whatever." He opened the door and waved Demyx inside.

The teen inwardly rejoiced as he entered the living space of the camp coordinator. He wasn't sure what to expect, so he wasn't too surprised by what he found. The small room had a loveseat in place of a couch on one side. A pile of books lined the back of the seat, with one sitting open over the cushion. On the coffee table, an open bottle of whiskey sat next to an ashtray with a half-smoked cigarette. It seemed as though the campers' suspicions were true.

"So..." Demyx awkwardly twisted his hands around as Xigbar took his spot on the couch. "You read a lot?"

The single eye stared up at him as if to say, "Duh." Xigbar grabbed the bottle to refill his glass. He didn't seem to care when Demyx sat on the couch beside him.

"Okay, I guess what I meant was, is reading all you do?"

"Not all. Sometimes I drink. Sometimes I smoke." Xigbar shrugged and scratched at the black t-shirt covering his chest. "Sometimes I shoot people."

The teen laughed and nodded. "You're a pretty good shot for only having one eye." The look the older man shot him cut off his laughter in an instant. "Well, it's true," he said feebly.

Xigbar seemed to regard the brunet for a moment before deciding he hadn't meant it to be rude. He laughed loudly, the scars on his face blending in with deep laugh lines. "Okay, okay, you're weird, kid. Always have been." He stared down at his coffee table and grabbed his drink, taking a long swig of it. "Yeah, yeah, it's pretty boring for me, but everyone wants the camp to stay open, so every year, I keep it open."

Demyx wondered if he'd be able to convince Xigbar to give him some whiskey. "But that doesn't mean you can't hang out with everyone, right?"

The scarred man once again glared at him. "You know very well, why I can't do that, dude. I'm not blind enough to see where that would land me."

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad!" Demyx scooted forward in the seat, their knees touching. "It's not like anyone is stupid enough to tell anyone outside of camp."

"Shit, kid, it's not just that," Xigbar sneered in disgust and pulled away. "I prefer fucking men who are my age, thank you very much." He snorted and grabbed his cigarette. Before he could grab the lighter, Demyx snatched it up and flicked on the flame.

"Well none of the other guys who work here seem to have that issue," Demyx pointed out, helping Xigbar light up.

Again, the older man snorted. "Disgusting. Vexen...he was too much. Got rid of him. Liked the younger ones." He shook his head and sighed. "Sometimes I dream about shutting down this hellhole."

"No!" The brunet teen's eyes were wide. He wanted the camp to stay open, even if it was supposed to be his last year. He'd gone every year since he was a boy. He'd met Auron that first year. Zexion came the year after...Thoughts of Zexion brought Demyx's mood down even more. He slumped back on the couch and sighed. "Well...maybe..."

"That's quite the change of heart," Xigbar noted and took a long drag from his cig.

"Yeah...well...you know how this place is...with...all the exchanging of partners and whatnot..." The brunet rested his elbow on the side of the couch and his head on his fist. "So you're saying you've never once given in to it?"

Xigbar shrugged. "Maybe once. Not with a kid, mind you." He shrugged again. "'Luxie was a nice guy. It's hard to say if it was considered 'giving in' or if we just had a thing. Then he went and ran off with Shang over the last year."

"Oh is that why they both left?" Demyx laughed and slapped his knee. "I knew there was something between those two!" Shang had been their PE instructor before Lexaeus. Again, his thoughts went back to Zexion, probably moaning and writhing beneath the large, burly man. He sighed and shook his head. "Did that upset you?"

"Meh. I really couldn't care less. He was cute and could suck dick like a pro, but, oh shut up." Xigbar laughed at Demyx who had burst into giggles.

"I'm sorry, that's really just not something I'd expect to hear from you!" Demyx laughed again and tried to scoot closer to the older man. "You're really cool, though. I think you should hang out more often."

"Tch, 'hang out' he says," Xigbar scoffed and took a deep drink. "Yeah, that's all I need to do, right." He gripped his drink tightly, feeling fingers on the back of his neck. The little worm had slipped his hand around the back of the couch to get closer, it seemed.

"No, really. You're really tense." The teen's fingers kneaded the tight muscles on the back of the older man's neck, drawing him just a little bit closer. He couldn't deny that the musky scent of the room and the presence of Xigbar turned him on.

The coordinator chanced a glance over, something he knew he shouldn't have done. His eye locked with teen's eyes and he stopped resisting. Fuck, fuck fuck¸ he thought to himself. This is bad.

Demyx leaned forward , his other hand trailing along Xigbar's leg towards the crotch of his shorts. Their lips were so close, almost touching, and suddenly, the spell was broken.

Xigbar stood instantly and took a deep breath. "Out," he ordered with a thick voice. "Get out of my house."

Startled by the sudden change, Demyx stood and walked towards the stairwell to the lower floor. "Are you sure you don't wa-"

"Get out." Xigbar pointed, but didn't look back at him, refusing to make eye contact once again.

With a slight smile, Demyx left. He looked back upon the cabin with mischievousness, knowing exactly what he wanted.

And that's it for that chapter! I have a few ideas of things I want to write in the past, like how certain people got together, but I take so long updating this one it's probably not a good idea to start a side-story!