Well i originally wrote this as one giant, long chapter with a lot of things happening...but i tempted to completely rewrite it all. So i split it up from what i like and what i dont like. Here's what i like.

Hope you enjoy it. R&R.

The music pulsated through the building as if it were alive, swallowing all the sweaty teenagers whole inside it's gigantic, dark mouth. There were couches here and there with drunk or stoned people lying haphazardly off the sides of them, leading Cloud to think that this was more of a club than a concert like Zack had said.

There was an open bar with a man with almost pale orange looking hair in a red trench coat serving drinks. Zack walked through the crowd of dancing people, dragging Cloud along by his wrist as he lead the blonde boy to the bar. Once there, he leaned over and shouted above to the music to the man, "Hey Genesis, can I get two beers over here?"

Genesis looked up from the drink he was making to throw Zack a look that Cloud didn't have time to decipher before he threw the drink down the bar where a man caught it as it sloshed a bit over the side. Genesis walked over to Zack and raised an eyebrow, staring at the blonde boy, "Who's the friend?"

"Name's Cloud," Zack replied, inclining his head towards said blonde who shrunk away from Genesis's probing gaze.

"Look out for this one, Cloud," Genesis finally said, withdrawing two bottles from under the counter, popping the tops open as he slid them over to Zack, "he's a bit of a wild card. Don't let him get to you though."

"Alright, alright, we don't need a 'talk'," Zack made air quotes around the word before pinking up the bottles and handing one over to Cloud, "you're not my mother and I think we're mature enough."

"Sure you are," the orange haired man replied, "don't have too much fun, you two."

With that, they departed from the bar, Zack dragging Cloud over to a table where they sat down across from each other, waiting for the band they were supposed to be here for to come on to the stage. A warm up band was apparently playing them through a hardcore metal song that looked as if it would dissolve into a mosh pit at any minute.

"Hey, I gatta go talk to someone really quick, you think you can handle things alone," Zack asked, worry evident on his face. It only made Cloud want to prove himself more to the older teen.

He nodded his head and rolled his eyes, taking a swig of his beer. Zack smirked at him before ruffling his blonde hair and walking away. He was left in the middle of this crowded club with all these sweaty teenagers rubbing their bodies against each other. He was itching to join in, but refused to degrade himself like that. He was Cloud Strife, he was the good child, he did nothing wrong like this...right? But then why was he drinking?

"Hey sexy," a voice whispered in his hair, hot breath tickling him, "a beer is pretty weak, can I buy you something a little more...flavorful?"

He turned around to find some stranger pressing himself against his back, swaying a bit to the music. The man was pretty non-desrcript, nothing special about him. Brown hair, jeans, a t-shirt. Nothing screamed bad boy so Cloud didn't see any harm. He let the man drag him away to the counter once again where he shouted to Genesis, "Hey, man, get me something a little strong, huh? I gatta loosen someone up."

Genesis didn't see Cloud, only chuckled and mixed a drink with what appeared to be 3 bottles. He slid the purple-ish looking mixture over to the stranger who swiped his hand over the top of the glass in a flourishing little gesture before grabbing the side and pushing it into Cloud's hands.

With the breath of pure alcohol, he whispered in his face, "Drink."

The blonde did just that. He took a pretty large gulp before realizing this was just pure, hard alcohol. Trying not to choke a bit on it, he held it in his mouth for a minute before slowly letting it down his throat little by little. It tasted sweet and sultry and so damn good.

Cloud took another sip before being lead away into the thickening crowd by the stranger once again. He realized the main band had finally set up on stage. They introduced themselves rather quickly, Cloud thought, and began to play through a song that sounded like the essence of temptation.

Cloud was beginning to feel a little bit...different. It was hot...almost an unbearable heat...god it was hot. His limbs were itching to move. "Dance with me." That whisper was all he needed to get his body moving. He melted in with the rest of the sweaty crowd, pulsing right along with them. His body ached for contact as his skin rubbed against everyone else's. His fingers yearned to touch, his mouth was dying to latch on to something. He looked down in his hand and realized his drink was gone...when had that happened?

The lights were flashing green and purple in his eyes, mixing everything together in rays of light and energy. He was pure energy mixing with everyone else's pure energy. He felt so lucid though, not like he was tripping, but like he was finally able to see everything so clearly. It was so clear though, that it all melted together. He didn't understand how that worked though. Every face was different yet they were all the same person.

The stranger was gone as well and Cloud was left in the middle of the room with nothing to do but dance with everyone else. He felt warm hands on his hips and didn't even have the state of mind to push them away. He felt someone groping him...hard. It was so delicious, it felt utterly amazing to him. His thoughts were carefree and roaming, he didn't give a damn what anyone else thought about him right now, he was enjoying himself, just like his father told him to.

The band played him through 2 songs, finally starting their third as he loosened up to everything and everyone around him. He was still so hot though. The contact he was getting was not enough, he wanted...no. He needed more.

He tried to clear his head, however, tried to remember where this had started, how this had happened all so quickly...where did this feeling begin and the normalcy end? He felt like he was floating above everyone else, but tethered quiet annoyingly to the earth by his body.

He just wanted to fly!

Zack.

Cloud's eyes sprung open, not even realizing he had them closed, and looked around the crowd for the reason he was even here in the first place. He slithered away from everyone, finally breaking free from the endless sea of sweaty bodies.

He tried to find the table he had been sitting at previously, but couldn't seem to remember where it was located in the club. He milled around a bit, trying to steady his obvious stagger by holding on to the tables and couches he passed by. he looked down at the passed out people on the cushions and realized...he was no better than them.

He felt so low, so degraded, so dirty, disgusting and awful! The need to be touched reared up high inside of him. He was just about to throw up, hunching down a bit, when he suddenly felt hands up his shoulders, straightening him back up. Looking over his shoulder, Cloud found the worried face of the person he had been searching for. Crystal blue eyes were staring at him in concern.

"Zack," he breathed, turning around and latching on to his shirt front. He inhaled deeply through his nose, loving the scent of his friend.

A warm hand was on his back, holding Cloud closer to him as he talked urgently into the blonde's ear. "Where the holy hell have you been? I turn around for not even 5 minutes and suddenly I loose you for like 40? God, you scared the living shit out of me, Cloud! What happened?"

Most of the words went in one ear and out the other. The vibrations traveling through Cloud from his friend's voice were so utterly pleasurable he had to bite back a moan. "I was...There was this man...he gave me a drink..."

"Fuck!" Zack shouted, running a frustrated hand through his black hair before looking down at the blonde boy who was an utter mess and clinging to him desperately. "Alright Cloud, well, we can't very well take you home now because if you do I'll get all the blame for it...not like It isn't my fault. Shit, I should've told you not to accept drinks from strangers...but anyway, we should get you over to my house, I guess. Parents are gone for the weekend and my little sister won't mind so I guess..."

"I'm going home with you," Cloud asked, hopes high.

Zack nodded and Cloud ran his hands greedily up the black haired teen's sides. The older one shuddered at his touches, carefully prying the blonde's hands free and forcing him to stand up right. "You...really don't want to do that, Cloud."

"Yes, I do," he whispered, eyes trained intensely on his friend. The need for contact twitched inside of him again as he was face to face with the older beauty.

Cloud pressed his lips to Zack's.

His hands rushed to hold the older's face securely to his, desperately moving his lips against those soft, delicious ones under his. Zack, trying to recover from his complete shock, grabbed on to Cloud's hands and wrenched them free from his face. He broke the kiss with the blonde boy, giving him a confused look.

"God dammit, Cloud," he shouted, forcefully moving the boy's arms to his sides and pinning them there, a stern look on his face. "Not here, not now...not like this."

Cloud cocked his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Zack sighed and squeezed his eyes shut before wrenching them open once again to stare into the crystal blue orbs of his friend. "I...I-"

"Your confusion is cute," Cloud whispered seductively, trying to move closer to Zack, but he was not having any of it. He pushed the blonde boy back once again so that they were at least 6 inches away from each other. The black haired teen could still feel that hot breath wafting over his face...tempting. Oh so tempting.

"I don't want this, Cloud," he said sternly, mouth pressed in to a grim line, "not like this. I don't want you tripping so hard that you don't even remember your own name."

"Cloud Strife."

"What," Zack asked, confused now.

"I remember my name," the blonde said defiantly, "I'm more clear headed now than I ever have been. All this time I've been here you've been floating around in my mind and I couldn't understand why. Now I do." Cloud's epiphany suddenly rang clearly through his body and mind, his blue eyes snapping wide open as everything seemed to fall in to place. "I want you, Zack."

Said teen had to suppress a groan from hearing this. The blonde was completely disheveled, making him look all the more seductive, and he was telling him he wanted him. This was not how he had imagined a confession of love to look. "Cloud, you don't know what you're saying, you were slipped something. So we'll just take you back home and in the morning you won't remember any of this and you'll be back to good ol' Cloud."

Zack threw the blonde's arm around his shoulder, even though he tried to make a move at that moment, and hauled the boy outside to his car. He managed to get him seat belted into the front seat and Zack was driving away from the club in utter silence.

He occasionally looked over at the blonde to see if he had fallen asleep, but he was wide awake for the entire ride.