Pairings: Irvine/Squall, Reno/Vincent, Seifer/Zell? Kiros/Laguna, Cloud/Zell/Sephiroth? Reno/Irvine? Cid/Vincent? Irvine/Vincent, 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. (I keep adding to the list, don't I?)

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: Mmmm…two…wait, three more characters have been added into the broil I mean story. This is just making more and more ideas pop into my head as I go. I might be making updates a little faster than usual considering that I'm out on break finally. :mutters: even if that is only for a three weeks at most.

Comments: "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 7

Cid chewed on his unlit cig as he paced back and forth in his room. The fucking kid was late and it was bothering him. Maybe he changed his mind and decided he didn't really want to go out tonight. It was probably for the best considering the way they had found him that night he joined the band. He shook his head of the image forming in his head as someone knocked at the door. "Yeah, come in." The door opened slowly as Vincent slipped inside before quietly closing the door behind him. As he turned around being in full view again, Cid found his eyes looking him over, taking in the slightly more comfortable clothes if not much lighter than before. Sometimes it made Cid wonder if Vincent was just using them to blend in or just in love with dark clothes.

Vincent seemed to take note of Cid looking at him and looked down at his clothes, tugging slightly on the shirt he wore. "I didn't have much else to wear that would be comfortable enough." He looked up at Cid again asking, "this is ok, right?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure sure! Wear whatever the fuck you want!" Cid turned around going to sit his bed and using that as an excuse to stop drooling over the dark haired man. Geez, the man was too beautiful. Did he even know what sort of thoughts he was flashing through Cid's head? "Now, you're sure this is what you want to do?" At Vincent's nod, Cid sighed slightly and leaned back on the bed. "Alright then. If we play our cards right, we can probably get away with this without Reno finding out."

Vincent shifted slightly. "He already knows. He says that I shouldn't go outside the hotel without him…so he's coming too." Cid frowned slightly, the cig drooping in his mouth a bit as he stood up making he way over to Vincent. The other backed up against he door a bit, either startled or just being cautious.

"And just how the hell did he get that out of you?" Vincent looked away quickly, though he probably hadn't meant it as there was a mark on Vincent's cheek. When Cid squinted his eyes he could see the bruise there and felt his anger flare up as he slammed his hands on either side of Vincent's head, startling the other to turning to look at him. "Damn it, Vincent! You need to start standing up for yourself! I really don't like seeing you like this! I mean I don't know what happened in your past but you need to let it go and move on!"

Vincent tilted his head slightly and reached up resting his hand against Cid's cheek before he pulled it away. "I have a feeling…that if I remember what happened, I could hurt the people closest to me. It's better if I live like this than remember that pain." He slipped free from Cid watching the other standing there before he opened the door and slipped out.

"…I'll see you at practice tomorrow then." The door closed behind Vincent leaving Cid to once again start chewing on his cig. He knew Reno had a lot more information on Vincent than he was letting out. He knew the other was hiding it for one reason or another. The only information he would give to them was that he'd found Vincent one night and decided to have him join the band as their dancer. Though back then Vincent's eyes had a hell of a lot less life to them than they did now. Who knows what was putting life back into them now, or the fact that he was actually starting to speak up more.

Maybe if we're fuckin lucky, he'll stand up to Reno.

Cid headed back to his bed and sat down, reaching over to grab his newspaper and started to read. Yep, they were going to be an even bigger hit after this competition one way or the other.

He's pacing again.

Once again Laguna was in Kiros's room, though instead of being more relaxed, he was being even more nervous than last time. How did Kiros know? Cause Laguna was chewing on his nails while he was pacing. He hadn't uttered too much when he came in but once Kiros got him to start explaining, he couldn't get him to stop. The television in front of the bed was still on though the volume was muted so he could hear Laguna. Now he was wondering if that was a good idea.

"…And I tried really hard to talk to him, ya know? But it just got caught in my throat! How do you walk up to a guy and tell him you could be his father? It's not possible! I mean we do look alike though! And I mean it's not good after learning that Raine died! Oh man, why didn't she even tell me she had a son! Kiros, what am I going to do!"
Laguna actually stopped talking and it caused Kiros to turn his attention away from the tube. "I hadn't really expected you to try to talk to him so soon. You should try to get on his good side first." He picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels. "Maybe wait until after the concert before telling him." He laughed slightly, a little small sound as he leaned back and looked over at Laguna. "There's still a chance he's probably not your son. Looks alone don't always mean anything…and he definitely doesn't seem to act a lot like you."

"You think so?" Laguna said before he smiled too and moved getting into the bed with his lover. Kiros instantly curled up next to the warmth of his boyfriend's body, closing his eyes tiredly. Really, Laguna shouldn't have been in his room at all. But for tonight, Kiros didn't care about that. It actually ached being so close but so far away from Laguna just because of the rules and their current jobs. Relaxing, that's all Kiros wanted to do right now. By the sound of Laguna's light snoring beside him, he knew that the other obviously agreed with him.

"I'm not sure what to think," he said softly, not knowing that Laguna couldn't hear what he was saying. Maybe for tonight, he'd let Laguna stay in his room with him. If anything, they could pretend they were just chatting it up and somehow got drunk and fell asleep together. Now that Kiros thought about it, the rules really didn't make much sense. If he wanted to he could talk to Sephiroth and plot with him over who should win. He didn't even know the man. But somehow the people making the rules must have thought that if two judges were in a relationship than there was a chance they'd automatically agree on the same person. Kiros sniffed at that. That wasn't always the case. He didn't always agree with Laguna's decisions. That was just the way things were for them though.

"Irvine!"

"Oh my god it's Irvine!"

"Oh can I have your autograph!"
"Oh Irvine!"

"I love you, Irvine!"

"Please take me with you!"

"Sleep with me, Irvine!"

"Ladies, ladies," the playboy said as he flashed them his grin, sitting at a table in the club as if his entrance didn't stir up enough trouble. Irvine was in the quieter part of the club, away from the flashing lights and the blaring of the music. There was a glass of scotch on the table in front of him, which he'd barely drunk since his attention was currently occupied. Now he was surrounded by all these beautiful women, some with their asses barely covered, eyes on him. Irvine knew this would happen considering how often he ended up being put in these situations. Not that he minded since they were all such lovely ladies. The hard part now was trying to decide on which woman he wanted to sleep with. A sudden image of Squall flashed through his mind before he shook his head quickly. That had to be the LAST person he wanted to think about right then.

So then why the hell am I still thinking about him?

Oh hell….

Shaking his head quickly, he put on his trademark smile snickering inwardly as a few of the females fainted right there on the spot. There were people there to catch them, thankfully, or else Irvine was sure he'd feel bad for it. "As much as I like the idea of enjoying the company of all of you, so many would wear me out." He laughed when he heard the mounds and mounds of protest. Some were offering him money, some their undying love for him, others were doing their best to tempt him with flashes of skin, though trying to be sly about it considering there were bouncers all over the place. Yeah, this was way more comfortable than being stuck in that damn stoic hotel with all the assholes. Not that he was calling Zell an asshole, nah that was his bud there. He wondered why it was he got along so well with Zell. He also wondered why it was he would sometimes get a mental picture of Zell naked. That didn't make him gay though. No, it had to be more along the lines of curiosity, right?

Irvine felt his hat suddenly lifted off his head and frowned as he tilted his head back to see who it was. He found himself staring into a pair of bright green eyes and smiled watching the girl put the hat onto her head. Her hairstyle was a little out of the ordinary, brown hair sitting up in a strange fashion as if it were defying gravity itself. Then again, Squall's pointy hairstyle often did the same thing.

Stop thinking about him!

"Well well," Irvine said grinning as he stood and turned around sitting his butt against the edge of the table he was at, a foot coming up to recline on the chair he'd just been sitting in. "So who do we have here?" Irvine asked reaching out a hand and touching her under the chin lightly.

The girl giggled slightly, a light tint of a blush coming to her cheeks as she smiled at him. "Selphie." She clapped her hands together quickly, looking like she was ready to jump up into the air. "I've been a big fan of yours for a long time!" She yelled out to him, apparently not caring who heard. Not that it mattered, considering Irvine had heard the same all night. In fact, Irvine was already noticing the jealous glares the other females were sending Selphie's way. Ah well, there was no help for it.

"So how would you like to join me in the VIP room?" Irvine asked smugly, watching the girl's eyes light up even more, along with the blush to her cheeks.

"Yay!" She didn't hesitate, grabbing his hand and starting to tug him away. Irvine didn't expect that move and was temporarily thrown off balance and reaching up for a hat that wasn't even on his head. He heard the other females behind him groaning and starting to head their separate ways, some giving off choice words, others screaming for Irvine to come back. Irvine wasn't hearing that though, his eyes watching the way Selphie's ass was moving in that tight ass skirt. Oh yeah, he was really going to enjoy this tonight! Especially since it had been about three days since he'd last had some! He really needed this!

"Well well, if it isn't Mr. straighter than an arrow himself." The voice threw Irvine off and he found himself stopping where he was, freezing in his actions to follow the girl as he turned in the direction of the voice. Reno stood there, covered in a haze of red and blue lights as he smirked, his hands in the pockets of the trench coat he was wearing. It was very stylish and seemed like something very comfortable to wear with his white suit which, really, didn't go too well with the club theme. The females that were around didn't mind it though, considering how they were surrounding both Reno and himself. There was another man there, a tall guy wearing black shades with a clean cut black beard. He seemed like he came straight from the FBI or something weird like that. Whoever he was, he was doing a good job of keeping the females at bay with his intimidation alone. Irvine's eyes settled on the third person that was standing beside Reno. He felt his mouth dry and he turned his eyes away, feeling the effect of staring at such a fine creature with his long hair set in a ponytail and clothing that definitely hinted at him being male, though a explicitly gay male, in Irvine's opinion. Vincent, for the most part, didn't seem to be looking at him but was staring off somewhere, completely unfocused now. The fact that he stood so close to Reno bothered Irvine though he couldn't say why.

Irvine felt Selphie's persistent tuck on his hand and smiled to her softly before he turned a glare onto the red haired man in front of him. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Temper temper," Reno said smugly as he started walking closer causing Irvine's body to start to tense up. Whether it was in fear, anger, or just uneasiness, Irvine wasn't sure. He didn't know why but the other male always seemed to bother him somehow. Maybe it was his eyes or the way he moved. There was no answer for it though. "You wouldn't want your darling fans to think you were a cold hearted bastard, now would you?"

Sighing, Irvine forced himself to calm down, finally letting go of Selphie's hand as he folded his arms across his chest giving Reno a look. "Just answer the question. Why the hell are you here? Are you stalking me?"

"We're just out to have some fun…aren't we, Vincent?" Reno turned his head looking at the black haired angel who looked up at him before looking down, a frown marring his lips.

"We just wanted a night out away from the stress of practice," Vincent said turning his eyes towards Irvine making the other forget just how easy it was to breath. How could a guy be so breathtaking?

Fuck that! How can a guy be as sexy as a female! I wonder if he screams like a woman when he's fucked.

For a moment, Irvine found himself wondering whether or not the other was really a female, but there was so much pointing in the direction of him being a male. The only thing that could really cause any confusion was that long ponytail of black hair down his back.

Reno looked down at Irvine's crotch before he smirked looking back up at the man and sending him a little wink. "Looks like females aren't the only thing you're into." Irvine growled slightly then froze, eyes widening as the other stepped up extremely close to him, sneaking a hand down to grab his crotch though that action could easily be hidden by the open trench Reno was wearing. "Seems like it's quite hard," Reno said leaning in and whispering into Irvine's ear, his hand moving back and forth over Irvine's crotch as he heard the other starting to pant. "You crave a man's touch. I think you want me to fuck ya." Clenching his eyes shut, Irvine lifted up a hand pushing the other way from his roughly, his heart pounding fast in his ears. He felt dizzy but he couldn't even explain what was the actual cause for that.

Why the hell am I responding to this jackass!

"You bastard!" Irvine yelled out then snapped his mouth shut as now every eye in the bar was on him. He ignored them as best he could and turned to walk away. He was pissed off now, but he couldn't make a scene here in the bar without Quistis trying to kill him later, though he was seriously tempted now. He could hear Reno's laugh behind him, could tell the other was getting a rise out of this. Irvine didn't know what to say to that though, not after the man had just molested him. It wouldn't have been such a problem if he didn't find his body responded to it. He hated to say it but he liked it. He made it out of the club and was just starting back towards the hotel before something caught his arm. He turned, responding before he could even think and found the back of his hand connecting with a cheek sending the girl he'd just smacked falling to the ground and holding her cheek in shock. He was shocked too, staring down at the Selphie girl before he quickly reached down taking her hand to pull her to her feet.

"Ah…sorry about that," he said sheepishly, his earlier thoughts pushed away temporarily as he was facing this pretty girl. "I didn't…mean…"

"It's ok," the girl said giggling slightly as she leaned in closer to him causing him to lean back slightly at the suddenness of it. "So what about our fun together." She gave him a little pout, actually looking cute in the hat on her head. "You promised."

He couldn't help but laugh now as he reached out pushing the hat more formerly on her head before he pushed a finger to her lips. "I can't do it tonight. But you see this hat?" He tapped the hat slightly and smiled at her as she lifted her eyes up trying to look at it. "This is one of my favorite hats. Considering it an IOU. You hold on to it for me until I come back to get it, then we can have some fun."

"OK," she said in a chipper voice, already bouncing up and down at the excitement of it all. Irvine's eyes instantly glued themselves to her bouncing breast. This was definitely putting him into a good mood that he was tempted to just rent a cheap hotel and take the girl there. But before he could even voice that idea, and probably get slapped at his cheapness, the girl was waving at him and running away. "I'll see you next time then!" She yelled to him before she ducked back into the club. Irvine just blinked before turning and starting for the hotel again. Now that she was gone, he found himself brooding again and questioning himself.

Was I really turned on by that guy? …No, there's no way in hell. I was already hard before he even did that. With all the lights and the music and the sexuality floating around, my body must have just responded like that.

That was Irvine's answer to it anyway. Deep down, though, he knew that there was more to it than just that. The fact that he was actually panting told him that he'd almost relented to Reno's administrations and almost fell for his trap. But never again. He'd make sure of that next time.

Why am I still thinking about him!

Squall sighed resting his hand on his forehead as he lay in the darkness of his room staring up at the ceiling. Rinoa was curled up beside him, contently sleeping and oblivious to the plight that was plaguing her boyfriend's dreams. To be honest, Squall hadn't fallen asleep at all. All he could do was thinking about Irvine. Something about the guy was bugging him though he couldn't put a finger on it. He remembered their conversation in the hallway, remembered how Irvine actually leaned in like he was going to kiss him before the awkwardness of it was broken by Quistis's voice. He wondered if maybe she'd been watching them, waiting for the right moment to break in.

Good thing. I'd have to kill myself to even consider letting that sex brained monster put those nasty lips on me.

A part of him craved the idea of Irvine's lips on him. That was the part keeping him awake. He was thinking over the idea of ever even having a relationship with Irvine. He had to think Rinoa for that one, with her question of 'do you still love me?' He hadn't been able to answer her question, not sure how to answer if when he didn't know the truth himself. Was he in love with her? He was certain he had to have been to be dating her, but then again, did he even know what love really was?

Fuck, I need to stop thinking so much…

He glanced down at Rinoa before he stood from the bed quietly, slipping into some clothes before he headed for the door. Maybe if he walked around in the cool air outside, he'd calm down and actually stop thinking. He glanced back noticing that Rinoa had actually slid onto his side of the bed, probably trying to soak in what warmth he'd left for her. With a slight nod he was out the door, closing it quietly so he wouldn't wake her. The last thing he needed was her worrying over him and following him around. No, this time he really just needed to be alone. As he was walking, he let his mind wonder back to a certain indigo-eyed male. What made the other so afraid of the idea of a male relationship?

What made the world have a problem with it?

He sniffed slightly at that. Well, at least those crazy fangirls and their fanfiction weren't so afraid of it. In fact, some of those fanfiction that had him having sex with just about everyone were just plain weird. He didn't even want to think about it.

That didn't even come close to explaining Irvine's homophobic actions.

Squall frowned again, pausing where he was in the hallway before starting to walk again. Whatever, it didn't matter anyway, right? If the other male was afraid of getting close to another male, then so be it.

So why the hell am I so pissed right now!

Squall found himself giving a little grunt and sighed to try and calm himself. Ok, so he was still pissed about the fact that Irvine was completely disregarding him. He didn't like that he was always called the unsociable asshole of the group, no matter how true that was sometimes. Hell, sometimes Irvine was more of an asshole than he was. Then there was that Vincent guy…. Squall really felt his body heat up as he thought about that one. The guy seemed completely flawless, like nothing could ever get to him. So why the hell was Irvine so obsessed over that guy! Squall froze in the hallway, mouth opened slightly in a gape as a surprised looked lifted to his face. Was he jealous?

I'm not jealous.

Squall frowned, a finger pressed against his lips in thought as he tried to figure this out, his eyebrows down in concentration. Yeah, he was jealous, wasn't he?

No, I'm not jealous. Why would I be?

He would be because the idea of that Vincent guy getting so close to Irvine was really bothering him, making him angry. So yes, he had to be jealous, which meant he really did have feelings for the longhaired singer of SeeD.

Fuck! I'm not jealous! I hate that guy!

No, he liked that guy, more than he ever thought. That's why he fought with him so much. That's why he couldn't stand for Irvine to sneak out all the time to sleep with women.

Stop that! I don't care what he does! It's his own fucking body, if he wants to get a disease then so be it!

He was worried about him. He was envious of the women. He wanted Irvine to actually pay attention to only him. Did this mean that Rinoa was just there to keep away the pain of not having the other? Was she just there to fill his empty void and make him feel important?

I told you, I don't care about that! I'm not fucking jealous about a guy who doesn't even know if he likes men or not!

Squall felt a change to the air suddenly and looked down the hallway, feeling his body tensing. There had been no one in the hallway before he'd started his mental monologue but now, there was something ahead of him, a man. He noticed the man was walking in his direction wearing a business suit, his eyes closed. There was a red dot on his forehead, and semi long black hair going down his back. He seemed dangerous, like he was on a mission even though he was moving slow and casual. He was there for a reason, which was all Squall could say to that.

The man continued on, only slowing to a stop when he was right beside Squall. He opened his eyes then, turning his head and looking at SeeD band member, not a care in the world as he started walking again, the sound of his shoes hitting on the ground receding away. Squall found himself turning around and staring after the man, a thoughtful look on his face. The man...had definitely sent a chill through Squall's body when he looked at him. It wasn't a bad one, surprisingly, more like a sexual thrill. Maybe the man's mysteriousness was just confusing him or something like that. The man stopped in front of the elevator and pushed the button, only glancing over at Squall once before he just stepped inside the elevator disappearing from sight.

Squall found himself leaning back against the wall of the hallway he was in, trying to control his heart beat. That had been strangely exciting and enticing all at the same time. He wanted to experience that thrill again, yet the guy still bothered him for some reason. That had to be the only reason he was holding back from trying to figure out who the male was. He didn't seem like a regular guest so he must be associated with one of the other bands. Squall looked down at himself and gave a little shake of his head. He'd gotten turned on just from a 30-second random encounter with a stranger. Was he becoming as bad as Irvine now? He almost felt guilty, almost.

Screw this, I'm going back to bed.

He turned heading back down the hallway, in the direction that the man had went as he headed to his room. Hopefully Rinoa was still asleep. Hopefully, he'd be about to push her onto her own side of the bed.

Hopefully, I'll actually get some sleep now.

TBC….

Yay, Tseng has appeared. Why is he there, only time will tell! Muhahahaha! Anyways, I'm actually excited about this chapter, though that could be the lack of sleep talking along with the fact that I enjoyed all the groping scenes. I also feel lot of conflict is coming ahead with so many signals being passed back and forth between the males. Ah, we'll get to see about Zell next chapter! He hasn't made any special appearances in a while. Maybe some more info on Tseng, and well… I miss Zell and Seifer. Maybe a Cloudy moment too. :snickers: Well I hope it's too your liking. It's been a while, sorry about that. Classes can be so tiring still. Rude's the man too!