Pairings: Irvine/Squall, Reno/Vincent? Seifer/Zell? Kiros/Laguna, Cloud/Zell/Sephiroth? The rest is unknown at the moment and the ones with question marks I'm still thinking on. blinks If you wanna give suggestions for yaoi pairings please do so. They're welcomed. And from that I'll see what I can do about it.

Warnings: yaoi, AU, slight moments of nose bleed, possibly major angst in later chapters, emotion stress, attitude, crossovers, possibly major flirtation action, stuff even I don't know about

Author's comments: oh damn I forgot my comments last time. Oh well. School's starting again. And…and…I'm working on another FF fic. A FF7 one but I don't know if it's going so well. It feels kinda dorky. I guess I'll find out then though ne? Anyways, college started again. ::mumbles:: So yeah…we'll see how things go with the story typing. It all depends on how much work I have to do for my classes. Until then um…more FF!

Comments: things in italics lyrics or well, singing

things in bold what the character is thinking

Edited: The changes still occur ::blinks::.

FF Banding Together 4

"Hey…Kiros?" At the sound of his name, Kiros looked up from where he was reading the newspaper on the small bed he claimed as his own. He wouldn't exactly call it a comfortable bed but for the location they were in, it was perfect. The man who called his name had to be Laguna. He was the only other in the room with him at the moment so who else would it be? Dividing his attention between the newspaper and Laguna, he finally returned his attention back to the paper before answering.

"Yes? Is something wrong?"

"Well…" Laguna rubbed behind his head slightly. It was enough to cause Kiros to look up at him again, a small smile lifting to his lips. The man was cute despite his lack of common sense sometimes. But to be honest Kiros was worried. Ever since the party, Laguna just seemed…more tense. Something was bugging him and Kiros didn't know what, not yet. He was waiting for Laguna to tell him, but that seemed like it wasn't going to happen, not with Laguna bouncing around the topics.

"Something's been bothering you ever since you got back from that party in the lounge," Kiros stated, sitting the newspaper down beside him. "And you know it's not doing you any good to hold on to it so just tell me and get it off your chest." Though honestly it wasn't only Laguna that was feeling a bit weirded out. Well maybe he wouldn't take it so far as that but….

That child…his personality is different but up close he looks like….

Kiros shook the thought away, his eyes returning to the pacing Laguna who was walking back and forth in front of his bed, arms folded over his chest in thought. Gods, he was still cute when he did that. Finally Laguna started to wind down and flopped down on the end of Kiros's bed, looking up at him before giving him a smile.

"Sorry, I was thinking…well…you remember that kid? The rude looking one with the scar across his face?"

"He seems familiar, doesn't he?" Kiros finished, standing to his feet. He started walking, moving until he was behind Laguna before he rested his hands on the other's shoulders rubbing slightly. Laguna was tense. He was more bothered by this than Kiros had expected.

"Huh? Yeah actually, I can't quite put my finger on it but he…reminds me of someone." As Kiros started to put more strength into his little massaging, Laguna's eyes slipped close, a small sound slipping from between his lips. He was enjoying this. Kiros was too considering. Yes they were lovers…but problem was no one was allowed to know this. If anyone found out well…they might just be kicked out and their votes disqualified. They felt that because two lovers were judges, they would completely agree no matter how good or bad a band was. To be honest, terrible bands never made it to this place but that didn't change what was stated in the rules.

Laguna didn't come to visit him often, at least not while they were here but today, this time he must have felt an urgent need to speak with Kiros. It might have been better out where people would see them and no one would question, but then again, that could probably just make it much worse than it really was.

"He looks a little like you in my opinion," Kiros stated, sliding up onto the bed behind him and hugging him from behind. He rested his chin on Laguna's shoulder, hiding a smile as he saw the other's cheeks light up in a blush. What would he do without the man?

"Ah…y-you really think so?" Laguna squirmed slightly on the bed before he started to relax back against Kiros, his heart beat getting faster from what Kiros could tell. They were lovers, but Laguna could still be pretty shy at times.

"Yes. He has your eyes…he probably has your smile too." Kiros lifted his head a bit and nibbled on Laguna's ear, his hands moving lower, sliding over the other's chest then actually going underneath the shirt moving over the smooth yet muscular skin. "You should talk to him when you get the chance…maybe you'll find out something about him," he whispered into Laguna's ear before flicking his tongue out.

A soft moan slipped from Laguna's lips as he shivered sliding his tongue out to lick his nervous lips. "I-I'll think about it. Oh Eden you're killing me, Kiros," he groaned as Kiros brushed his fingers over his nipples teasingly.

"And we wouldn't want that now would we?" Kiros nibbled on his neck, tickling it with his teeth. Laguna didn't say he agreed to do it, but right now that wasn't on Kiros's mind. Right now…he wanted a little bit of action. It'd been about a week's trip since the last time he'd had some fun with Laguna. And now, he was about to make up for lost time.

"Shit, Cloud, that's the fourth bad note you've played!" Reno was not happy. But Cloud didn't care. He just barely gave him a glare before turning his attention to the sheet of music in front of him. To be honest, he wasn't really focusing. He didn't know why but he just couldn't do this. It wasn't the music, it was fairly easy and he knew that playing it a couple of times through would make him completely learn it. But…well something was on his mind and he couldn't quite put a finger on it. It was an unfamiliar feeling to him…one he couldn't place a name to.

"It's not as though he isn't trying," Rufus said, tilting his head back to flick the pieces of hair dangling in his eyes out of the way. He was actually sort of relaxed today, not that Cloud was complaining. Rufus could be just as rude as the rest of them as he's sitting there in his lacey blue shirt, the ruffled sleeves stopping just at his elbows. He was getting frustrated too though more at Reno than at Cloud. "You're just upset because your fuck toy isn't here," he said snorting slightly before he tapped his drumsticks against one of the symbols slightly.

"God damn it!" Reno said before giving a sigh, resting a hand up on his forehead as though he were completely stressed out. "Ok, everyone take five then. Cloud, since you're sucking big time, why don't you go find Vincent and bring him here. He should have been here by now." Anyone looking at Reno would know he wasn't in the least bit happy. Not that Cloud cared. He was curious about their manager's whereabouts. For all he knew, Cid was probably out smoking or something. It was only in Cid's absence that Reno became leader. And it was during that time that Cloud really couldn't stand being around the others. Rufus was ok…when he wasn't acting like he knew everything. However, Reno just became obsessed like he owned the world. And then he became whiny when things didn't go his way. It made Cloud wonder why he was a part of this band sometimes. But he wasn't the only to suffer at least. Vincent had to go through this daily.

By now everyone knew that Vincent was rooming in Reno's room. Course, Reno was nothing more than a bastard that was using Vincent. And why didn't Vincent just right him back?! Shit, calm down…. Cloud just shook his head for a moment before he turned walking off out of the ballroom. In his opinion it was the worst place to practice. But his guess was that the hotel hadn't fully prepared everything and so they did it this way. Or maybe going outside the hotel at all was dangerous considering all the fans outside. It was like they were camping in the streets…some of them anyway.

But aside from that Cloud was sort of glad he came, he was seeing new faces…but two were actually sticking in his mind and he wasn't sure why. The boy with the tattoo on one side of his face…and…sadly one of the judges. They weren't things he cared about, not normally anyway. But they would flash in front of his eyes, be imprinted in his vision. It was actually desirable to him. He didn't think himself capable of having feelings like these, especially after what had happened with Tifa. The break up…to be honest it didn't hurt at all. Guess that meant he really didn't feel a thing for the girl….

Cloud was gay. He knew he was gay. And that could be part of the reason for why he was in this band. Dressed in black belted leather and a heavy leather jacket that he left open, he was by most people's words, to die for. And, to admit to the truth, he knew he looked good. That didn't mean he really cared though. With his hands swinging at his sides, he started down the hallway, trying to think of where he should begin first. Vincent liked places that were secluded, where he wouldn't be found easily. He didn't like sunlight much, said night was the most beautiful time. Cloud agreed with that though. The night stars, the shine of the moon. It was nighttime now actually….

Meaning he'll probably be outside somewhere.

Or at least, in a place he could see the sky from. As he was walking, he saw someone else appearing out the door at the far end. That's right, another group had come up here recently. He didn't stop walking though as he headed to the elevator, pressing the button and waiting. As the stranger stopped beside him, Cloud glanced over out of habit before looking back to the elevator, waiting. The bing of the elevator's arrival sounded and as the doors opened. Cloud stepped in along with the other male.

As he stepped over to the keypad he pushed the button 18 deciding he should go by Vincent's room. With a finger still raised, he lifted a brow and looked over at Squall, the other man looking at him before mumbling, "Floor 1." By the looks of him, he was upset about something. If Squall's band was anything like Cloud's, it probably had to do with the other members. But it wasn't any of his business so he pushed the button then folded his arms, closing his eyes as he waited. He actually counted the beeps as they went down. It helped to keep his mind off some things.

22…21…20…19….

As the doors open and the bell ringed, Cloud looked over giving Squall a small nod before stepping out and starting down the hallway. Maybe if he were right, Vincent was in his room…his and Reno's room. Sometimes Cloud wondered why Vincent put up with it. What was his reason? Sadly, even though he and even Rufus were all a part of this band, no one knew Vincent's reasoning for joining. It must have had to do with Reno considering the boy had quickly contained most of his sexual energy and need to flirt as soon as Vincent had arrived…no that was a lie. Wasn't he after that guy? The one with the hat? Shit, if they weren't careful…this could become complicated.

As if that weren't enough, Cloud heard the sound of boots walking in his direction and shook himself from his thoughts to look up. People always did say weird things happened at bad times…this time it just had to be outrageous. Cloud almost stopped, almost turned back, but his pride got the better of him and he kept walking, moving one leg past the other, his arms matching his stride which probably meant his hips were shifting from side to side. It wasn't as though he meant it, that was just how he walked.

As Sephiroth was coming closer, Cloud swallowed slightly blinking his eyes, feeling time slowing down. The other was closer…closer still. His heart started to beat just a little faster and he had to force himself to calm down. He wasn't like this, this wasn't like him at all. He was normally so calm…maybe that's why his music was thrown off by the beat. Sephiroth didn't seem the type to be into guys anyway. He just seemed…distant…wicked, like there was a darkness around him. Maybe that's why Cloud was attracted to him, he was drawn by that badness. Guess he was into bad boy types after all. And somehow…Sephiroth just seemed that badness…not that he was all that innocent himself, having been a biker part of his life. How he found himself to being a guitarist from that? That was a long story within itself.

As he passed by Sephiroth, his fingers flexing slightly, he felt something being slipped into his hand and instinctively he grabbed at it, holding it tightly. It was all done so quickly, in that small second. So fast then it was gone. Neither had stopped walking, in fact Cloud didn't trust himself to stop just yet. He waited until he was in front of his room, glancing down the hallway at Sephiroth's back before he turned back to his door using the key to open it. A small detour, but he needed to know what it was he received. As he pushed the door open he slipped inside then closed it behind him. Elbowing the light switch, he looked down into his hands seeing the neatly folded piece of paper. Nice and neat…that seemed like Sephiroth somehow.

With contained enthusiasm, he unfolded the paper then mentally read the note to himself.

Tonight, One o' clock, meet me down in the garden on the first floor.

That was it…all the time and that was all it said. But it left Cloud feeling curious. He tossed the note onto the bed. He needed a bit more time to think on this…first he needed to find Vincent. He wasn't sure if Vincent even knew his dance steps or not but he had to find him before Reno fussed even more and they never got any work done. As he walked though his eyes were glazed over as he headed for Reno's room, hoping that Vincent was there.

"This is all your fault, Irvine!" Rinoa said, her hand slapping him across the face again for what must have been the third time now. And it was starting to piss him off. Shit, this woman was just some insane bitch that he just wished would fall over and die right now!

"How is it my fault?!" It was his only counter. Just because Squall left without her, she felt the need to blame him.

Hell, it's not like I told him to leave.

He probably left because of her persistence. The guy was a loner by nature, what did she expect?! Man if he wasn't such a proper gentleman, wam! She'd be feeling pain right about now. Still he wasn't as mad as he could be…maybe that little talk earlier was still having effect on him.

"He left because of you and that…that thing!" And she actually had the nerve to glare at him! Like he was the reason for all her troubles! Where's a gun when you need one?!

"That 'thing' happens to have a name. And I'd advice you to call him by it." Irvine rubbed at his cheek. Shit, Quistis was bound to notice the bruises. But then again he could always blame it on Rinoa, after all it was her fault his beautiful face would have said bruises. Tsk…it'd be worth it though to see Rinoa get chewed out. "And just how the hell is it Vincent's and my fault?! It's not like we told him to throw a hissy fit and leave!" Rinoa folded her arms over her chest and looked away towards the door Squall had went out of.

It almost made Irvine feel sorry for her, almost. He still had too much hate for her, hate he couldn't even begin to name. But for some reason when she hanged on Squall like that…he just felt a spurt of malice. That could explain his feeling of smugness at the moment. But that also made him worried. Squall was alone…what if that band freak got to him?

Zell finally spoke, doing his best to break the argument up. "Hey, you two, cool it! This isn't the place to be doing this." He stuck a finger into his ear, twisting it around slightly before he spoke again. "I think we should probably be looking for Squall right now and see what's really wrong instead of making assumptions, right?"

Irvine actually had to smile at that. Good ole Zell, he really could think when he felt like it. But sometimes Irvine felt like the other was holding out on something, not telling him a particular secret. And…well…damn it he wanted to know! He never missed the chance on finding out something juicy.

"Ok ok fine," Rinoa said blowing some of her bangs out of her face. "We'll put this on old for now." She sent a glare Irvine's way before turning and heading towards the door. "There are 25 floors, right? I'll take floors 18 through 25."

Zell punched a fist against his hand grinning as he started hopping around like this was a damn Easter Egg hunt. "I'll check out floors 17 through 10."

"Hey wait, that leaves me with one more floor than you guys!" Rinoa just rolled her eyes and Zell snickered before Irvine just sighed and tipped his hat down over his eyes. "Fine fine. I'll check the rest of them. I mean it's not like I care, he's still an insensitive jerk with bad hair and a stick up his ass."

"That's my boyfriend you're talking about!" Rinoa yelled turning and resting her hands on her hips.

"Yeah whatever." Irvine waved it away before he moved walking past them with a yawn. "Let's go find lover boy before I end up falling asleep on my feet."

TBC…

Ooooooh how I wanted to do a detailed sex scene for Kiros and Laguna. But dun like it and I prefer not to have another run in with them. ::smiles sheepishly:: And that was for a mild problem. ::shrugs:: Anyways. Chapter 4 is done. I guess I went a little away from what I had said about not going too into the other characters…. But it's just too good to pass up! Who wouldn't want to play around with this many bishies?! Anyways, more to come.