Pairings: Irvine/Squall, Reno/Vincent, Seifer/Zell? Kiros/Laguna, Cloud/Zell/Sephiroth? Reno/Irvine?, 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, emotional stress, attitude, crossovers, possibly major flirtation action, stuff even I don't know about

Author's comments: Ok, so the cameras got annoying so I went back to the old chapters and got rid of them. Meaning some things have probably changed, but probably not too much. Also I have went back and changed some of the band status meaning ::blinks:: That Irvine is now a singer/guitar player…things like that. ::smile sheepishly:: I did a little bit of study on what bands really are made out of. ::bows head low:: I apologize for the inconvenience and hope this will make all better. ::smiles::

Comments: (changes made): "old McDonald" lyrics or well, singing (quotations and italics)

My god, I wanna fuck him. what the character is thinking (italics only)

FF Banding Together 5

Vincent was stuck, lost in his own thoughts really. Though he was trying his best to control his thoughts, they still wandered, mostly back to the man with the hat. He'd seen maybe a few videos of them on TV and knew well of their popularity with the fans, so close with their own. Still, it wasn't often that he felt this way. Even with Reno, which was a case he didn't have a choice on. Sometimes he spoke to Cloud, light talking but that was it. Occasionally when he had the chance he spoke to his Manager, but a lot of the time, Cid was too busy giving out directions for them all to even considering listening to the long haired male. But to be honest…this was Vincent's first time ever having opened up to anyone. At least…after the incident. Probably the thing that was bothering him most was the fact that he was talking more to someone not even in their band. They were competing and yet…the way that man had looked at him.

I could read his eyes.

Though it wasn't so clear what was there in them. This…Irvine guy didn't look at him like other people did. Most looked on him as only adoring fans can, either that or with a look of possession. And even though that adoring look was there in those violet eyes, they seemed shadowed by a fear of some sort. Something Vincent didn't know about. But then one look at the man, one look at his companion and the passed feelings between the two and Vincent knew. He knew that sort of expression. The auburn haired man was in love with the scarred one. It made sense. But he was scared of that love. It made Vincent feel sorry for him and at the same time very envious. He wished he could feel that sort of love, that devotion towards someone.

Though everyone knew he was sleeping with Reno, no one really knew what the relationship was. He never truly spoke to the man in public and spoke very little when alone with him. No the relationship was really based on something different all together. Reno didn't seem to have that loving touch, didn't think anything special of Vincent, yet he held onto him as a pet. Often Vincent questioned it but he never voiced what he wanted to ask. Why did he want to ask anyway? But there was this look sometimes, in Reno's eyes that made Vincent question for that precious second if it was really a look of love. But it was nothing more than a passing, a brief blow of the wind. Their relationship was complicated, built on more things than the simple compliant pet and the disciplining master.

There was a secret…about Vincent…one that should never get out. This was his only reason for staying with Reno. The red haired man knew his secret…was using it against him to make him stay. Said that his beauty was flawless and that he would attract even more fans by looks alone. That was why he was a part of the band. He had no musical skills, at least none that were known to the others of his band mates, but his looks made up for it. Therefore his only option was to dance. It wasn't exactly his joy but sometimes, being lost in the lyrics of the words, which were ironically sung by Reno, he would feel…moved. That was the best he could think of.

Sighing, he sat there on the bed for a little longer, glancing over at the clock now. Ten minutes to seven and he was late to the rehearsal. Reno would probably punish him later for that. He smiled ruefully. It wasn't that Reno was that bad, just that he had a big mouth and tended to be very cocky. So far he'd never hurt Vincent, at least not physically. Mentally was another story all together. Still Vincent held out, hiding all of his emotions. Sometimes he knew they slipped to Reno's satisfaction, but what did it matter? He was just a toy to the other, even in their lovemaking. If you could call it that.

I need to get out of this place.

There was a knock at the door and Vincent sat there, staring at it for a moment before he stood to his feet and walked over to it. "Who is it?"

"It's me, Cloud. Open up." Figures Reno would send someone to retrieve him. Forcing his body to stand, he walked over to the door and opened it stepping back to let the blonde boy in. A glance over showed interesting results. He seemed to be a bit flushed in the cheeks. Though Vincent wasn't going to question it. It wasn't any of his business anyway.

"He asked you to come get me," Vincent said for him, tilting his head to the side as he stared down at the blonde.

"Yeah…he doesn't seem happy." Cloud glanced to the side for a moment before returning his eyes to Vincent. "I had expected you to be hiding outside somewhere."

"You're lucky. I was about to head out anyway. This place is too confining."

"Then you should go outside. I don't think Cid would be angry with you for wandering the town for a bit." Vincent just lifted a brow at that. There was another part to that…Cid wouldn't mind, but Reno sure would. "Maybe you should have a talk with him when you get the chance."

"I'll think about it…we better leave before he comes." He being Reno. Cid didn't care what you did, as long as you were being professional about it and not embarrassing him. It wasn't that his part in this one was that hard even. And Vincent didn't completely hate dancing. He just…didn't like being around Reno when Cid was out. The other always become more…unstable was maybe the word for it.

"Yeah. He's starting to bitch again." Just the way Cloud said it so contained and naturally made Vincent give a smile. Sometimes Cloud was good with cheering him up even without trying. "Apparently I'm not playing my part correctly or something." Cloud opened the door, stepping out into the hallway with his hands in his pockets. "Cid should be back soon so let's get started then." Vincent nodded his head to that and started out after him. Sometimes he wondered why he wasn't roomed with Cid but then again, people would question a band member in the same room with a manager. He was roomed with Reno, because Reno had said so. It was either this or have all his history told. He wasn't ready for that…besides, Reno mostly just wanted sex with him anyway. That was something he could easily provide for the sake of his protection.

Zell hoped the others were having better luck cause right then, he couldn't find Squall. He was just reaching floor 13, wondering mostly over whose bright idea was it to split up and search for Squall in a 25-story building with who knows how many rooms. Not to mention that Squall had more than one way to get from one floor to the other. With a sigh, Zell found himself a chair, now being in one of the little lounges, and flopped down in it. The place was pretty empty aside from an elderly lady here or a few couples there. If they noticed him, they didn't bother him, which he was thankful for. No, not just anyone was in this hotel right now…only people with money and power. For all he knew, half the people were here gambling for or against him.

Leaning back in the chair, shirt sliding up slightly, he folded his arms over his chest and tilted his head back staring up at the ceiling thoughtfully. He was thinking back to the pool and what had happened out there. Something was up with Irvine…it had something to do with that black haired male. His name was Vincent if Zell was right…and Irvine had sounded very offended at Rinoa's words for him. Then again, Irvine still didn't like Rinoa…and obviously Rinoa didn't like Irvine considering he was a threat to her and Squall's relationship. Zell was the only who couldn't bring himself to hate any of his band mates. He did dislike Irvine's need to want to bring females back to his room. Just, he was so loud, the females giggling drunkenly then later moaning out in such passion that there was no further need of anything else to tell what was going on. Really, Zell couldn't see what the big deal was about girls. They were nice, but he didn't find them attractive. So what was it that Squall and Irvine saw in them? And yes, he thought his friends were attractive. He knew Squall was bi though he wasn't too sure how many knew about it…aside from Rinoa. Irvine still disbelieved himself to be bi, which hurt Zell most. The other wasn't being true to himself, but he wished he would be…he wished that Squall and Irvine would get along with each other…even for a day.

"Aww, is the poor little faggot all alone?" At the sound of that voice, Zell felt his body tense, hands clenching as he tried to contain his anger. Seifer…how did he forget all about him? "Are your little band nerds you call friends afraid of catching gayidious from you?"
"Not that it's any of your business or anything but I'm looking for someone…so go away." Zell looked up at him, sending him a glare, noting mentally that his goons weren't following him. It was rare that he didn't have them behind him…what was he up to? Not bothering to think on it any further and realizing that Seifer wasn't going anywhere, Zell stood from the chair, pushing past Seifer roughly as he headed to the elevator. Whatever it was with Squall, they could find out later. Right now he wanted to get away from Seifer…as quickly as he could.

Pushing the down arrow at the elevator, he glanced over seeing Seifer heading in his direction. He was sporting his long dark gray trench coat, which flowed behind him, and his black boots where the tips of them was made of solid metal so that whenever he took a step it made a loud clicking sound.

Zell tried to look like he wasn't uncomfortable, pushing the down button again and again in impatience the closer Seifer got to him. He didn't like the look he was receiving so he was happy when the door finally opened up and he rushed in quickly pushing the button for the first floor. As he saw the door closing, he thought he was safely away, but found out just how wrong he was when a hand reached in causing the door to start to open again.

"What the hell do you want from me?!" Zell yelled out, glaring as he clenched his hand at his side. He knew that it he was very close to hitting the other. Being taunted and teased, that's what it was. As the other stepped inside the elevator, he saw the door starting to close and made to stop it, but he didn't make it as suddenly his body was pinned to the side of elevator by Seifer's own body. Zell's eyes opened wide in wonderment, watching as Seifer pushed the stop button to the elevator just as it started to move, making it halt with a jerk. "What are you doing?!" Zell said, swallowing slightly as he glared at the other, struggling against him to get free. Even with all his strength, the other was stronger than he was, body placed in such a way that Zell couldn't dislodge him.

"You're just a little faggot aren't you?" Seifer said not giving him an answer. There was a glint to his eyes, a menacing look that caused Zell to turn his head and look away. That action was a mistake as Seifer's lips suddenly latched onto his neck, sucking at one moment then quickly starting to nibble at the skin. "A gay little cocksucker," Seifer whispered against his neck. Zell let out a little sound of pleasure, feeling that tongue moving over his light skin. He tried to fight it, tried to keep the other from knowing that he was enjoying this. Seifer actually had Zell's hands pinned down at his sides keeping them from moving, but now they were loosening just as the tension in Zell's body was. How could someone so evil make him feel so good?

I can't believe I'm letting this happen!

He was angry with himself, but it wasn't as though he could do anything. Or could it? He was probably strong enough to remove Seifer from him…but he was letting this happen. Was it because he wanted it? Did he actually liked being called these names? No! No, there was no excuse for this!

"You're probably craving to have someone inside of you right now, aren't you?" Seifer said lifting a knee and pressing it against Zell's crotch. At the contact, Zell had to bite off a moan from slipping free, trying to get his mind off of what was happening and at the same time questioning why Seifer was doing this to him. What did it all mean? Or was he still being teased like always? Where was all his hate for him now? "The little gay boy probably wants it in his mouth too, doesn't he?" Seifer was kissing along Zell's jaw and Zell found himself quickly turning his head and meeting those lips head on. At first Seifer didn't respond to the kiss, but it wasn't long before Zell found his tongue moving against the other's hungrily. He could feel the leader singer's hands moving against his skin underneath the shirt. And it felt good, the feeling of his warm hands rubbing at his nipples causing them to grow harder, or the other hand that was reaching down teasing his crotch.

It made Zell wonder if maybe they were both drunk. They were enemies, had been for so long, and now all of a sudden stuck in an elevator they were going at each other like animals. Maybe it was lust and primal need that was driving them, but at that moment he didn't care. He was receiving a pleasure he hadn't received in over a month…and he needed it…why an elevator, he didn't know?

I'm losing all my senses.

But it seemed all this fun, the forbidden pleasure between rivals wasn't meant to last. As Zell slipped his hands around underneath the trench coat touching Seifer's back underneath the shirt, the other suddenly grew tense against him, his actions stopping. Zell's touch must have awakened him because he pulled away suddenly, wiping at his lips as he glared at Zell, panting softly in what a person could only take to mean that he had been enjoying it as well.

"What the hell did you just do to me you homo?!" His eyes shined with pure anger and Zell could do nothing but return the angry glare, buttoning his pants which Seifer had seemed so eager to get undone not even two minutes ago.

"It's not like I asked you to molest me!" Zell said pushing the button at the side of the elevator making it start to move again. He needed to get away from this creep.

Gods, I need a shower to get the stink off of me.

"That's because you put your gay curse on me," Seifer said grumbling slightly and straightening his clothes. "Let's get one thing straight right here and right now." He let his intense eyes settling on Zell and the other folded his arms. "Anything that happened in this elevator, stays in it. You tell anyone about this and I swear I'll come after you and make you wish you were anywhere but here."

Trust me, I already have that feeling.

The elevator made a beep sound as it stopped. Zell continued to glare at Seifer until the door to the elevator opened and he moved, pushing past him roughly once again. Before he could fully make it out of the elevator though, Seifer grabbed his arm and pulled him back into a quick and sloppy kiss that made Zell want to melt. And just as quickly as the kiss had been given, he was pushed away out of the elevator and left staring at Seifer until the door closed again. Those same intense eyes had watched him the whole time the door closed…and this now left Zell more confused than ever. He rested a hand to his head tiredly, his other hand touching his lips where he could still feel the warmth of the kiss.

I need to lie down…this is too much.

They could worry about Squall another time…not that he didn't care but he was sure the others could take care of him when they found him. He headed off towards his room to lay down certain that tomorrow would be a busy day. Rather he could actually rest or not was another story all together.

Quistis huffed slightly, her heels clattering against the floor as she walked. Her arms were taut at her sides as she stomped. At a first glance, you would have known she was angry or at the least upset. She had just come from dinner with the managers of the other bands. To say the least, it wasn't going well. Already they talked about her, said she wasn't qualified to be a manager. She was the newest manager out of the three and her band the newest in the popularity list. Therefore, that just had to mean that she didn't have the hands-on training that the others had had. Even Edea had at least a year under her belt. Whether anyone believe it or not, Quistis's three band members were perfect together…minus the flaw of harsh feelings. Edea bragged about Seifer as if he were her child. But at the same time, she seemed to have control over him…probably filled his mind with anything she wanted as well. Fujin and Raijin listened only to Seifer…and if they could, would follow him anywhere.

In Cid's case, he said he preferred being around his members. He mentioned Vincent as his final member but when asked about the guy, he gave no answers. He either had a very mysterious guy in his group, or he didn't want to talk about it to his rivals. Either way, Quistis had excused herself soon after not wanting to be bothered with this. For some reason, she felt she needed to check on her members. That and she needed to tell them what time they needed to come to practice and which ballroom to be in. The three judges at been at the dinner table, had watched her as she left, but she didn't care.

She just needed to find them now. Irvine should have been the easiest to find, but of course there was no chance he'd listen to her and stay in his room. She'd be lucky if he was even inside the hotel anymore. There was a plus with them having the cell phones that they should have been carrying with them. They had been provided for just such a case as hers. She was about to make a call to one of them before she looked up to see Squall walking by into the lobby. He hadn't looked her way and so hadn't acknowledged her. The way his body was tense, the way he was moving, Quistis knew he was angry.

Can those two go without having a fight after five minutes at least once?

Yes…this had to involve Irvine in some way. With a sigh, she started to move, going after the boy only to pause as a familiar cowboy hat followed after the stoic boy. Speak of the devil…and he comes. She was tempted to stand and watch, noticing the two boys talking now. She couldn't really tell from far away, but it looked like Squall was starting to calm down. That was a first that Irvine could be the cause for it…and she was tempted to leave him there to take care of things; however, duty called and she started in their direction, putting on her authoritative face. This was the only way they would listen to her, after all.

"Squall, would you just stop and hear me out!" Irvine was behind him following, his arms moving animatedly in quick gestures as he tried to get Squall's attention. The black clad male just ignored the actions, ignored him completely, as he kept moving appearing to be picking up speed at the same time. Finally, growing frustrated, Irvine reached out and grabbed Squall's arm, turning the other quickly to look at him. For a moment the other stared into his eyes making him speechless. It took the shake of a head and a deep breath before he could even continue, trying to stare back into Squall's eyes without feeling his tummy fluttering. "Look, I don't know what got you so pissed off this time, and if it's something I did I'm sorry. But you should try loosening up and stop being such a jackass!"

With a growl, Squall pulled free of his band mate, glaring at him now before he folded his arms. "I don't have time for you. If you want to go bother someone, go bother your lover."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Go talk to your male lover and leave me out of this! Even better, go play with the judges since you find them so attractive." Irvine just blinked in response. The first shock had to be the fact that Squall was being so emotional, especially about this. The second shock was that he was accusing Irvine of liking males. The third shock was that he was actually upset about that after all the times he tried to make him admit to it!

"Why the hell do you think I have a male lover?" He was getting angry himself now. Irvine did NOT like being accused.

What the hell is it with everyone thinking I'm gay?! Is it my hair?! My eyes?! WHAT?!

"A male would be the last thing I'd allow in my bed." Yes, he was Irvine...proclaimed to be the lover of females. And what wasn't there to like about them? Long hair, curly hair, short hair, breast, a body. And just what could a male provide him, huh?! Pointy fingers, narrow lips…luscious lips…Squall's luscious lips …his glaring eyes staring at him with long thin eyelashes…. The fact that his lips were opening again, and a beautiful pink tongue was sticking out to lick at soft lips and….

Oh fuck! I AM turning gay!

He hadn't moved though, still standing there with his hands now on Squall's elbow, feeling how small the other actually was despite his attitude. He was attractive, especially how his hair could falls over his eyes and just the perfect way or the scar that went across his face which didn't repel a person at all. Squall never did tell anyone how it happened…just that he owed someone. Even Rinoa didn't now, which satisfied Irvine pretty damn good. Irvine noticed how Squall's mouth was slightly parted…how he had stopped talking once he noticed the intense look Irvine must have been giving him. For a moment he wondered what could be going through Squall's mind now…for a moment he forgot that they weren't alone in the hotel…and then all that shattered when he heard her voice.

"Well, I'm glad to see you two are getting along," Quistis said, pushing her glasses up as she stopped beside them, a hand covering her mouth to hide her laugh. Just the fact that it seemed like she was taunting him caused Irvine to jump back from Squall, using the hand to wave off the suspicion.

"You know, it's rude to sneak up on people like that," Irvine said, trying to change the topic now, despite that Squall appeared to be ignoring them, lost in thought probably.

"And it's rude to not listen to your manager's orders." Oh she had him there, arms folded with a smug look. Yeah…so he ditched his "punishment" of being grounded to his room. Irvine glanced over to Squall, tempted to reach out and shake the other just to see him respond when Squall suddenly just looked at them and folded his arms over his chest, his expression and body matter returning to normal.

"So what room are we meeting in tomorrow and what time?" Squall said easily, not even giving Irvine a glance and pretty much not acknowledging his existence.

Fucking prick.

"Hm, that's just what I was coming to tell you." Again Quistis reached up and pushed the glasses up on her nose better before shaking her head, her blond hair coming to rest on her shoulders like feathers. "We're meeting on the third floor, room 14 at 6'o clock, sharp."

"WHAT?! Six in the morning?!" Irvine said, the shock evident. "There's no way I can party and be awake at that time!" So much for his first night out on the town to find pretty chicks and get laid.

"Then I suggest you skip the partying and go straight to bed," she admonished, giving him a mock glare before she turned to Squall. "Be sure to tell Zell about this when you find him then get your butts into bed. We'll be working hard tomorrow so that we will be a success." Without another word she walked off heading leaving Irvine to look after her. That crazy woman was going to be the death of him! He had to admit though, they would never have gotten this far without her. He turned his head to say something to Squall and was left with his mouth shaped like an O as he saw the other walking off.

I don't care what anyone says, he'll always be a fucking asshole.

But then Irvine smiled and followed after him. He preferred that he be an asshole than not speaking at all. But oh well, tomorrow would be a long day, he might as well prepare himself with some much needed sleep…so that he could sing his heart out and beat that bastard Reno.

TBC….

That ends part five finally. ::cheer, woot!:: But yes, I can only hope this gets up in time considering that my internet died on me recently…after the computer died like a few weeks easily. ::curses:: But I'm sure it will find it's way. Hmm…my comments on this? I like writing for Irvine, Reno is a jerk in this story, but a sexy one though who really knows what's going through his mind. Hmm…Vincent is still sexy…and I oh so enjoyed doing the Seifer/Zell thing. Who says showering can't bring out the best of ideas. ::snickers:: Ja ne until next chapter!