The next day, Cloud blushed as he looked in the mirror. He bit his lip.

It was mandatory 'come to work in your underwear' day at SOLDIER, so Cloud was trying to gather the courage to leave his room and brave the corridors. It was tough; he was wearing nothing but his frilly white cotton socks and his underpants, which were covered in a pattern of chirpy, chibi chocobos.

He bit his lip. Zack, Sephiroth and other hot men would all be waiting for him- in their underwear! How would he cope? Worse, what had possessed him the night before? His memories were vague, but he was sure he remembered the salty taste of the silver general's lips and every last one of his argentate eyelashes- but he loved Zack! Yet he'd promised Tifa... oh, whatever was he going to do?

Taking a deep breath, Cloud stepped out of his room. Time to show he was worthy of being in SOLDIER.

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Zack jogged onto the training field, his navy boxer shorts chafing slightly against his sizeable junk. He wasn't looking forward to this- Sephiroth had summoned him, and that meant punishment. He'd considered running away, moving to Costa Del Sol and changing his name to Bob, but he'd found that he couldn't leave until he knew for certain that Cloud was alright.

"Ah," said Sephiroth, as Zack approached. Zack tried not to stare at the silver general's sculpted chest, at his muscular thighs that promised a good time, at the sharp jut of his collar bone and the graceful points of his elbows.

"Sir," said Zack. He thought he sounded impressively calm. "Reporting for punishment, sir!"

Sephiroth smiled icily. "Right. Get on the ground. You're going to do five hundred pressups."

Zack stared at his superior. "In this baking heat?"

Sephiroth smirked. "Endurance is important for soldiers, especially SOLDIERS. Hop to it."

Cursing, Zack hunkered down. Then again, he knew he deserved it. He'd almost killed Cloud.

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"Oh my, oh my, oh my..." Genesis accosted Cloud in the corridor, slapping his bottom. "What have we here?"

"I, um, um, I, um, I, um, um, um..." Cloud was lost for words at the sight of Genesis's scarlet, feather-studded thong and cowboy boots.

"Want me to ride you, little chocobo?" Genesis gave a saucy wink.

"Um, no, um, I, um, um, I..."

"Genny, leave him alone." Angeal appeared at the end of the corridor. "I've warned you about corrupting the recruits."

Genesis pouted disappointedly. "But he's so tantalising, Ange!"

Angeal rolled his eyes, strolling over. "Don't you have work to do? Aren't we meant to be in the army? Why does Shinra even enforce a 'come to work in your underwear day', anyway? It's hardly practical, or-" Angeal didn't get any further as Genesis pressed a finger to his lips.

"Shhh, honeybun," Genesis smouldered. "You're a Soldier, not a logician. So don't think about logic." So saying, Genesis ran a finger down Angeal's flowery briefs. "Oh? What's this? Ooh, Ange, I think you've got some kind of plant with a long stalk growing in your undies."

Angeal scowled. "Enough about that." He wanted to scream at Genesis, tear his hair out, something, anything to make the red-haired vixen realise how he tormented Angeal so with his sexual allure, but oh, it could never be. "Cloud, if you're looking for Sephiroth, he's at the training field."

Genesis looked daggers at Angeal- Angeal knew how he felt about Seph! Angeal smirked.

Take that, saucepot.

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Sephiroth watched Zack doing his pressups. The black-haired man's muscles flexed as he moved up and down, up and down, almost like thrusting- to Seph's surprise, he found himself getting hard as he watched. Surreptitiously, he moved a hand down to his black leather jockstrap, and began to rub. The longer he watched Zack, the more dirty thoughts he had, and he could feel them beginning to become uncontrollable...

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A/N: Things are heating up! ;) Please read and review! xD