A/N: WARNING FOR SEXUAL CONTENT

…oooOOO…Chapter Three…OOOooo…

…Five Years Ago, Part 3…

The cafeteria is full of people chattering while eating their lunches. Cloud sits quietly at a table near the window while watching the three brothers walk up the steps. People gawk at them like they came through a portal from a different dimension. He looks away with no interest. Especially when Yazoo takes the time of his day to glance over at him. People also stare at Cloud. The beating he took is humiliating and he will never endure it again. The gawking looks are annoying. All that matters is that Zack is still in the program. The day has been going by slowly. Thankfully, lunch is almost over and he can leave. Apparently there has been talk about SOLDIERs prepping for a mission that will involve numerous classes. Everything is quiet as he gulps down an entire water bottle. Halfway with chugging it, his eyes widen when he sees an astonishing presence walk up the stairs to the huge cafeteria. People gasp with all the women acting as if they are staring at an angel. Cloud nearly chokes on his water while watching Sephiroth walking past groups of people staring at him hypnotically.

Once Sephiroth turns his head to his direction, he looks away with the hopes that he doesn't look at him like some failure. It's very seldom they see each other when at the company. Deep down, his soul withers when people surround Sephiroth, bombarding him with questions and advice. It was that moment that Cloud feels himself melting and being ripped in half when hearing his voice speak with such kindness. Their eyes lock for a moment, sharing a connection when the SOLDIER smiles warmly before turning away. No matter how hard he tries, his curious eyes cannot avoid the well-proportioned man and the charisma he gives off with those alluring eyes. Whenever they lay together and hold each in their arms, his silver long eyelashes are what he admires mostly. Or it could be the gentleness he displays. A tall and well-defined man such as himself is truly deceiving with how he acts. Like a giant humble teddy bear who is just a human like everyone else. Maybe that's what Cloud admires the most about his secret lover.

"Is this seat taken?" huh…?

Cloud snaps out of his rigid state when looking away from Sephiroth finally after hearing a familiar voice. When he looks up to his left, he's full of shock and exasperation at the same time. Standing beside him is Yazoo who holds a tray of food. Cloud honestly didn't know what to say at first with his tongue being knotted with words. The man who nearly beat him into a coma stares at him with impassive eyes.

"Uuh—" Cloud starts stuttering, not understanding what the hell is happening right now, "no."

Cloud shifts in his chair when Yazoo sits across from him. He has a salad and a protein bar on his tray with two bottles of water. There's a side of white rice that doesn't look so appetizing. There's awkward silence between them both while they stare at each other momentarily. Cloud looks away finally when Yazoo clears his throat while ripping open the plastic wrap to his silverware. The perfect opportunity for something to happen would be amazing to separate them both. He could have simply said no. Again, Cloud becomes nervous and full of anxiety while placing his elbow on the table to burry his face into his hand. He swiftly moves his body to the side a bit while his head looks at a random direction. The moment Yazoo speaks, he moves his face over his hand for his attention to be focused on him miraculously.

"Are you still angry with me?" why didn't I just tell him to fuck off…?

"I don't want to talk about it," Cloud is quick to mutter his reply at him.

They both look away from each other finally. While Yazoo begins to eat his lunch, Cloud starts pulling his hair from his own frustration. Again, he is caught off guard when Yazoo speaks again, this time—causing the blondie to look over at Sephiroth in reaction, "are you a fan?"

Why are you even talking to me…?

"What are you talking about?" he mutters suddenly, looking at him and away from Sephiroth.

Their eyes stare at each other like laser beams. If they kept staring without talking for much longer, something irrational was bound to happen.

"You did well," what…?

Cloud calms himself since getting all flustered isn't his style anymore. well—until a few seconds ago. "What are you talking about?" he asks, his eyes becoming cold and unable to feel anything.

Yazoo lowers his head while impaling a tomato with his plastic fork before moving his lips, "you kept getting back up. You didn't give up. Your pain tolerance is incredible. I just wanted you to know that."

Nothing more is spoken by Cloud. He didn't have the chance to say anything when an unsuspecting person walks over to their table. The two men both look up at Sephiroth who towers over them with people, men and women looking over at them. Yazoo remains quiet, giving Cloud the notion that he isn't like the others.

"The President is requesting your presence, Cloud Strife. I was sent to find you."

What the fuck is!

Yazoo minds his own business and doesn't show any reaction. It sort of makes Cloud respect him just a tad only because he is beginning to feel the same way.

"W—why?" he stammers, not able to find his voice suddenly.

The way Sephiroth lowers his head and smiles jovially almost makes him shatter into a million pieces. The pale skin that glows under the lights and how his eyes gleam with wonder sends him into an emotional wave of ecstasy.

"Walk with me," is all the SOLDIER says.

All eyes in the cafeteria are all on Cloud when he rises from his seat. He dumps his trash in a garbage can then they both descend the steps. Whoever they walk by curious eyes witness how someone so extraordinary is walking with a guy like him. The hallway is full of echoes from Sephiroth's steps. With each stride he takes, the hallway crumbles just from his overwhelming presence. There's no exaggeration when Cloud looks up at him as they walk to the elevator when he feels like he's standing next to a tower. The overwhelming radiance the man has is too much for Cloud to handle. To the point that he feels nervous as fuck and like his stomach is filling up with air. In that moment, his face turns a light red color with his eyes twinkling from the beautiful sight beside him. The way his hair sways behind him is almost breathtaking. Everything about him is perfect. There's not a single flaw he can point out about the man who is his addiction. Cloud quickly moves his head away from him when green eyes move down to him, noticing how he is admiring what he has. They both walk inside an elevator that is restricted to trainees and office workers. He watches as Sephiroth pulls out a keycard to scan it then presses the President's office floor.

"How's training going?" he's careful… There are cameras in every corner of this building…

"Do you want me to be honest?" Cloud asks quietly as the elevator door closes.

The wall is comfortable when he leans his back up against it and crosses his arms. His head lowers to stare at the floor with blond hair falling over his eyes. To hide the exhilaration in them and excitement whenever he's around someone that brightens his world up. If only people knew that he is falling in love with a SOLDIER that makes him feel like a nervous wreck. Sephiroth turns around to look down at the blondie. He avoids moving his eyes up to him. If he does, he would start to die from agonizing pain since he can't feel the softness of his plump lips against his.

"You don't have to answer the question."

Right…

Cloud's phone starts to vibrate twice in his pocket. There is silence between them when he pulls it out to see a message notification. When seeing it's from Sephiroth, his eyes glance up at him instantly to see him leaning against the wall while holding his phone discreetly away from the elevator camera. His eyes fall to his phone screen to read the message.

"I'll be waiting"

"Huh?"

The elevator door opens after it dings. Cloud looks up to watch as Sephiroth grins before walking out of the elevator. He follows him, but he turns into a hallway that's opposite of the President's office. All he could do was stand still and watch him turn into another hallway. Bewilderment sets in as he shuffles his feet to the President's receptionist. The woman looks up at him with a smile while she puts on lipstick. Her eyes search behind him. Obvious signs of her seeing Sephiroth momentarily is noticed. Especially when she lowers her lipstick in dismay.

"Hi. How may I help you? Seeing that you were escorted here by Sephiroth. The President must be expecting you," Cloud sighs when she finishes talking.

She has a voice that he doesn't find pleasing. "Yes. I am Cloud Strife," he thought for a moment if he's in trouble. If he was, Sephiroth would have said something.

"Oh! Okay. You can go inside. He's waiting for you."

Cloud doesn't say anything. The glumness that he emits is horrifying. The melancholy follows him like a lost puppy. The last time he was seen by the President is when he was notified that he is going to be in the program still. The SOLDIER tryouts are becoming stressful to him. Lately, he's been wondering if he should abandon a silly dream and help Tifa out in the bar. She would very much appreciate that. His thoughts come to an end when he opens the black door leading to the dimly lit room belonging to the President. The office was designed intricately. The President sits behind his big desk while going through some files. The sight of him makes him want to jump out the window. He carries himself confidently with a pretentious grin being plastered on his face.

"Cloud Strife. Thanks for coming on short notice," his voice is raspy a little bit as he talks in a mellow manner.

"It's a not a problem, President," his body starts to quiver when the President cuts to the chase instead of dilly dallying with unwanted words and fake admiration.

"Pack your bags, Cloud, congratulations," Cloud tilts his head to the side awkwardly with immense bewilderment when he starts speaking, "you were personally chosen by Sephiroth to accompany him to Sector Six. You're going to Wall Market to assist with an ongoing investigation. I am shocked just as much as you are when Sephiroth chose you out everyone to mentor. You must be doing well. You leave for Wall Market tonight. You will be there for three days. Obviously, this is just an exercise mission. Let's see if you can prove to me that you are worthy of being mentored by Sephiroth. Don't disappoint me, Cloud Strife. Another strike and you are out of the program."

Cloud releases gasps as he steps forward with less excitement and more confusion than anything, "excuse my disappointment, but why wasn't I informed about Sephiroth becoming my mentor?"

The President rises from his seat and walks around his desk, expressing a calm attitude rather than being stern, "relax. You're extremely lucky. Just like Zack. You're both being mentored by great SOLDIERs. I know that you two are good friends. Did he not tell you the good news?"

Cloud crosses his arms in exasperation but hides it inside his head, "about?"

The President walks to the window and looks outside with his hands behind behind back, taking in the exquisite view outside briefly, "Angeal Hewely chose Zack. You must be doing well with your training. The reason you are still here is because of Yazoo. Did you know that? He vouched for you after the humiliation you took that day."

WHAT!

"Yazoo really did that for me?"

Cloud is stunned as he watches the President nod his head. "Yes. You're a tank. Yazoo and his brothers are most likely to succeed. Will you? You better prepare yourself for the next couple of days. That is all. You may leave now."

Cloud turns away instantly with so much rage inside him that he feels like he is capable of tearing through the city with just one breath. The doors burst open with his irritation. The receptionist is startled when he walks with huge strides past her desk. The rage is demonstrated when he punches the elevator button to open. His nails dig into his flesh when he curls his fingers up while walking inside. He punches the lobby button in the elevator. As it closes, a gloved hand comes in between the two doors before they close all the way. His body moves back in reaction. When he sees Sephiroth pulling the door open, his eyes close tight from tremendous exasperation.

"Don't," he opens his eyes when speaking softly, trying so hard to keep his cool, "don't come inside."

Cloud's hands clench into fists when he squeezes his eyes shut while lowering his head to the ground. The intense shaking his body does is a side of him that Sephiroth never seen before. His eyes open while he looks up at him finally with so much disappointment. "You know what I want and in fear of me doing what I want, you went ahead to ensure that I would not leave."

This is shocking coming from him since Cloud isn't the type of person to become angry in a calm way. Sephiroth runs his gloved hand through his hair while throwing his head back, groaning from his words, "I will not choose to let a company imprison me like you did. I'm going back to Nibelheim after this. I'm done. I don't want to be SOLDIER."

Cloud turns to the side when speaking harsh words. His eyes stare at the wall in front of him when the doors finally close. In the reflection of the wall, he watches as Sephiroth's hand slowly moves out from the opening.

Do you really like me…? Why am I so important…? Why can't I remember anything…? What makes you so devoted towards me that you went ahead to ensure that I would not leave you…?

…oooOOOooo…

Later during the night, Cloud makes a surprise visit to Tifa's bar. Seventh Heaven is comfortable and dimly lit that he feels like it's his home. Tifa smiles radiantly when seeing Cloud walking to the bar where she's at. His smile is genuine as he waves to her. The problem is telling her that he is being sent to Wall Market. It was a hard decision on the way to the bar that he decided to not bring it up at all. When reading a message from Sephiroth who notifies him that he is already waiting in his home, Tifa walks around the bar and gets right up in Cloud's face with so much enthusiasm that he couldn't help but to chuckle. Tifa is breathtakingly beautiful with her soft brown eyes and long silky black hair that shines under the dim lighting above the bar.

"Cloud! How are you? I missed you so much. Will you be staying for a little while? Ooh, please stay for a little while?" her flawless skin is amazing as she smiles with eyes twinkling just for him.

"I—" he starts, becoming distracted by her placing her hands over her large breasts, causing them to jiggle as she presses her hands together, "I—I can't tonight. I just came to see you. I feel like we haven't been seeing each other a lot lately because of the SOLDIER program."

Tifa playfully tsks him while walking behind him and places her hands up against his back. He about loses his balance when she pushes him to a barstool to sit down. A tall glass of water is quickly made for him when she goes behind the bar. His eyes fall upon his gloved hands that rest on the glimmering wooden countertop to the bar to see that they tremble slightly. A nice refreshing cold glass of water is slid to his hands eventually. The water hits the right spot when he gulps half of it down. The feeling of it running down his throat sends a cooling chill throughout his chest.

"That's refreshing. I really needed that," he amusingly mumbles while stroking his thumb over the moist glass.

"Ha-ha. Yeah. You looked like you had a long day. We've all been wanting to get together with you. Do you ever get days off?" she rests her elbows on the countertop and stares at him with adoration in her eyes.

"No. It was a long tiring day. I'm glad I get to see you for a little bit. I'm going to be heading home shortly."

Tifa frowns instantly but she smiles immediately when standing up straight. They both stare at each other for a few seconds before she turns around to walk out from behind the bar. Cloud lowers his head while debating to finish his water. He's not looking forward to going home. The vibration coming from his phone is driving him insane if anything,

"Do you have to leave so soon? You just got here," I am sorry to cause the disappointment in your voice…

"Unfortunately, I do. I promise when I have time, I will come by. We can all get drunk together and make stupid decision," he jokingly mutters while looking up at her.

His amusement soon disappears when seeing her face going red as she squishes her breasts together. It wasn't until a few seconds later that he realized why she's blushing.

"Really? What kind of stupid decisions? I am down for that. We all are," Tifa speaks softly.

"It will be a nice time," he looks away with guilt since he knows what she wants. Him.

The moment between them starts to become awkward, so he pushes the half empty glass to the side to prepare his leave. "I'll see you later. Tell everyone I said hi," with that, he gets off the barstool.

"I will. Please be careful," the worry in her voice is obvious.

Cloud doesn't think too much about it but smiles reassuringly while walking past her. He doesn't have to glance behind him to know that her eyes burn through his head. If he looks back, it will become more awkward for them both. Going home is what he's dreading the most. Or possibly that he made a copy of his key for Sephiroth. Thinking about him makes him feel like a fucking piece of shit. Sephiroth never gets mad and is always in full control of situations. He's rational and keeps it together.

I was such a dick… He's going to be an asshole right back… I should have never gotten mad at him… He probably did it so we could spend more time together without people becoming suspicious…

When he reaches his apartment building, he sees a dim glimmering light that dances in his window. He's dreading the moment that he opens his door. A key enters the doorknob to unlock it. As he opens the door, he is met by shadowy darkness. The only light he sees is the light glowing underneath the door to his bathroom. He presses his hand up against it for it to quietly open to see Sephiroth laying in his bathtub with a candle lit. A white rag rests over his face as he soaks in the water. His hair makes the water look like it's diluted with foggy silver paint. There's so much of it that he isn't surprised to know that he goes through an entire bottle of shampoo and conditioner every time he washes it.

"Hi," is all he says as a greeting.

I'm not good at this shit…

Cloud stands still and looks at him without speaking when he lifts his hand out from the water and pulls the rag off his face. What comes next isn't shocking. "That's it. Hi? You're a very bewildering person," Cloud watches as he turns his head over to him.

Silver strands of his hair stick to his moist face with steam emitting from his skin. He moves his leg up out from the water a little bit only for hair to cover it like a blanket. Cloud turns his head to the side, becoming irked how he never gets mad or argues back. Although he wants to start an argument, he calmly speaks in a soft tone that causes the lustful beast in his tub to throw the white rag back over his face, "I guess so. I'm sorry?"

Cloud slowly backs out of the bathroom when clearly his presence is only causing things to become worse. He closes the bathroom door completely and heads to his bedroom. The personality inside him slowly changes as he opens his closet door to escape into the pitch black. The closet door quietly clicks shut as he sits on the floor with his back pressed up against the wall. He pulls up his legs and locks his arms around them while resting his head on his knees. It turns to the side for his blond hair to fall over his eyes while he looks at nothing but the color black. The peaceful image of him falling into a deep neverending hole of darkness consuming him seems comforting at the moment.

Whatever Sephiroth is doing, he's taking a long time. Cloud decides to start packing his bags when coming out of the closet. It would be embarrassing if Sephiroth found out that he hides in their often. Being enclosed in darkness just hits differently more than anyone could understand. Once he is done packing, he becomes a bit irritated since he would love to take a shower right now. Cloud knocks on the bathroom door in a calm and controlled manner at first.

"Sephiroth? Can you hurry up? I want to take a shower," nothing is spoken when he finally speaks up.

After a few attempts, he gives up knocking and walks away to his bedroom. The aggravation starts making an appearance in his face when he slams his door shut. The anger is slowly devouring Cloud like a grotesque curse that turns people who once had so much brightness inside them into a melancholy poor soul incapable of getting that light back. He locks the door and begins to pull out his hair from immense rage.

"You're pissing me off!" he calls out to the bastard finally who still doesn't say anything. There's not a sound. Nothing.

"You called me a bewildering person. I'm so fucking sorry that I make it hard for people to understand me. Fucking dick," he mutters loud enough that the SOLDIER would be able to hear him coherently.

"It's not like we are madly in love with each other. It's only been a month and three weeks."

Cloud rambles on and on under his breath until he opens his closet door back up. Boxes and other belongings are pushed to the side as he pats the highest shelf until finding what he is searching for. A pack of cigarettes and a lighter are revealed to be in his hand when he pulls it away from the shelf. The cigarette pack is half empty. He walks past the bathroom door, being sure to mutter more hurtful words out of anger, "fucking asshole."

The first drag off a cigarette immediately causes Cloud to close his eyes and tilt back his head in calmness. The hit was long and taste absolutely disgusting. The smoke fills the air around him with a distasteful smell when he exhales. There are no fucks given when he keeps smoking in his own bedroom with the window open. The smell eventually causes a reaction when the bathroom door opens. Fortunately, the bedroom door is locked when the doorknob starts to rattle. Cloud pulls himself up on his windowsill to sit down while enjoying the refreshing breeze hit against his body. Although the air smells funky in the slums, it's always refreshing to feel the coolness around his skin. He flicks ashes off his cigarette then takes a long drag. As he exhales the excessive smoke from his lungs, he lowers his head when hearing that deep resonating voice that he could fall asleep too.

"Open the door."

Just yell at me… Push me… Tell me to stop acting like a brat…

Cloud pushes himself off the windowsill and walks to the door with the lit cigarette hanging out from the corner of his mouth. When he unlocks it and swings the door open, smoke caresses Sephiroth's body as he stands shirtless with only black sweats on defining the shape of his masculine legs. His long hair sticks all over his wet and steamy body while he looks at Cloud with so much patience. Cloud doesn't understand how he is patient and calm right now, even when exhaling smoke through his nose and mouth simultaneously.

"Do you remember anything?" Sephiroth finally asks quietly in a lustful deep voice, a voice that isn't supposed to sound so lustful.

Cloud annoyingly turns around while rolling his eyes and walks back to the window to pull himself up on the windowsill to sit again, "no. I am glad I don't either. You're a horrible boyfriend, yah know? You never get mad when I am dick to you. You don't do shit. It makes you look like a little bitch. You're aggravating the fuck out of me right now."

A reaction was expected. Nothing. Cloud throws back his head when hearing the calmness coming out of his mouth, "really?"

I am about to explode!

"How do you want me to react when you're like this?"

Cloud squeezes his eyes shut while flicking the cigarette out the window. The annoyance and the need to beat the shit out of him is intense.

"Act how you want to act. I don't give a fuck anymore," he mutters spitefully while looking out the window, refusing to look at him.

"Cloud—" he looks over at him finally when he speaks, taking a step into the bedroom finally, "you wouldn't be able to handle me then."

What…?

"What do you mean?" Cloud rests his head against the wall while watching as he slowly walks over to where he sits.

His eyes become fixated on Sephiroth when he stares out the window with those green eyes being illuminated quickly.

"Do you want to see how I can be when I don't hold back?" when he lowers his head down to Cloud, he sees the look of pure enjoyment in his eyes, like he wants it.

It was that moment that Cloud knew that maybe there is wickedness in him. A wickedness he needs to witness.

The experience… I need to know how you truly can be…

Things escalate immediately when Cloud's body is pulled off the windowsill. His head hits into the wall beside the window along with the rest of his body. Strong hands press up against his chest with Sephiroth's fingers curling into the fabric of his short. There's nothing that Cloud could do. He's completely powerless when witnessing the overwhelming belligerence of his secret boyfriend suddenly. His eyes widen when feeling his lips brushing against his neck as the gap between them is closed.

"Do you really want to see a different side of me?" the whispering of his words moving down his neck sends an anxious chill down his neck.

The steam coming off Sephiroth's body causes Cloud to breakout into a cold sweat. The warmth of his bare skin feeling like fire against his is traumatizing. The excitement starts to feel like torture. The feeling of wanting to experience how Sephiroth can be so harsh and unforgiving is something he's been wanting to experience. Cloud looks up at the beautiful and desirable man who grins broadly down at him. The pain of his fingers digging into his skin is something he's quite enjoying. The moment is to die for when Cloud suddenly starts to remember that his insecurities are going to destroy him. He looks away from Sephiroth instantly and attempts to push him away when remembering that he feels like a twig compared to him. How can someone like him be involved with a person like him? The shock that Cloud endures when his body is put back up against the wall when he attempts to move away is outrageous. Widened eyes become full of dread when seeing the malice Sephiroth displays.

"You don't want to hurt me." Cloud whispers to break their silence.

The response he gets is a response he wasn't expecting, a response that causes him to feel instant regret, "who said anything about hurting you? Do you know how much I hold back from you? Are you giving me permission to not hold back anymore?"

Cloud stares up at the demon that's causing him to feel like he has no feeling in his body anymore. The desperate need to know what he's really like is harrowing. Hearing his deep resonating voice lingering around his ear causes him to let out a surprising gasp of absolute horror.

"I can't hurt what's already broken."

Cloud's eyes widen when feeling his crotch being groped vigorously. The sudden surprise makes him groan in pain that soon turns to a plea for him to stop. He's powerless and has no control when feeling his balls being fondled. The mistake of wanting something so desperately is beginning to come back and haunt Cloud now. All he could do was keep his head pressed up against the wall when feeling his cock becoming hard just from fingers pressing into his shaft. His eyes begin to tear up as he starts to wonder what his life would be like if he didn't exist. If that's possible. If it was, to exist when not being alive seems peaceful. Cloud puts his hand over his face when Sephiroth lowers to the ground while staring at him the entire time. He can't bear to make eye contact with him as he unfastens his pants.

"Look at me. I want you to look at me," Cloud removes his hand from his eyes to look down to see Sephiroth staring up at him with his tongue slithering out from his mouth.

The way he looks like he's about to commit a sinful act of raunchiness starts to taunt Cloud quietly. The way Sephiroth traces his lips with his tongue that appears to slide out of his mouth in an eerie way, being longer than expected is sort of alarming.

"Have you ever experienced this before?"

Ooh… GAWD… NO!

Nothing is spoken since he's in too much shock to think coherently. The sight of his erected penis coming straight out of his pants directly onto Sephiroth's face causes him to look away in embarrassment. A hand grabs his chin to force him to look down agonizingly. His eyes watch as Sephiroth starts to move his tongue dripping with his own saliva over his shaft. His cock still grows big and hard revoltingly. In just seconds, Cloud becomes flabbergasted when watching him take his entire cock inside his mouth all while making eye contact the entire time. His head snaps to the side instantly as his eyes squeeze shut. In order to remain quiet, he bites down on the palm of his hand. His eyes open momentarily to look down to see Sephiroth's neck bulged exaggeratingly. Disgust fills the room when he watches as he moves his head back for his hard throbbing cock to slide out with an abundant amount of stringed saliva. Saliva falls from Sephiroth's mouth as he traces his lips again.

"I'm going to suck the life out of you right now."

You're truly revolting…