●●● Affections Across Time ●●●

This is a fan fiction based in an alternate universe that is completely off the subject from the normal Final Fantasy VII world. It is between Zack Fair and Cloud Strife.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: BDSM, Yaoi, Intense Play, M-Preg (later on), ext.

Note: This is in Cloud's point of view. Also, there will be flashbacks every so often. You will know when, as I have put it in there so you can see when he has a flashback.

●●● Affections Across Time ●●●

●●● Escaping Hell ●●●

●●● Flash back ●●●

I was walking down an empty street. It was…one…two in the morning. Something along those lines. I looked around quickly, trying to find out where I was at the moment. I wasn't sure what I was doing either. For some reason, I was abandoned on the world, and I couldn't find another single person on the streets. I glanced over, spotting something moving in the distance. My eyes narrowed a bit, staring as I watched something on the other side of the street.

"…who is there?" I demanded, my voice strong despite my fear at the moment.

There was a dark cackle from the direction of the movement. I clenched my fists, reaching behind me and grabbing the hilt of my blade. There was no way whoever was out there was going to get the better of me. I took a small step back, glancing around while my hand tightened around the handle.

"Oh no. Dear little Cloud does not remember me. Tsk, tsk. Makes me feel bad."

I whirled around, my eyes now buried deep within bright green eyes.

●●● End Flash Back ●●●

I awoke to the sight of bright lights turning on. I tried to ignore it at first, rolling over in my sleep, but found that quite difficult with men screaming from all directions. My hand slowly moved to my head, covering my ears a bit to try and block out the noise. That proved to be a bad choice, as a few moments after I felt cold, chilling water splash against my back. I hissed from the chill and my eyes flew open. I could feel shivers running through my body from the cold water now dripping from my form.

"Get up! You don't get to sleep in just because you're new here, you know?" Someone shouted toward me.

I lifted my head slowly and pushed myself up. My hair was dripping in front of me, actually hanging before my eyes. I let out a low sigh, slowly pushing myself up from the ground to stand on my feet. My knees nearly buckled, but I stayed standing. I turned my head toward the man that had spoken and glared toward him, my eyes narrowing to slits. There was no way in any bloody hell that I would let them get away with that. Of course…I was locked in a cage like a rat…so I couldn't do that really. I let out a low growl and turned my head away, my hair starting to dry as well as my clothes now.

It wasn't long before I realized why I was woken up so abruptly. Some people started to file in, looking through cages and murmuring to themselves. I eyed them from a corner of my cell, my head part way lowered. No one seemed to have much interest in me; who would. I was a blond male with muscle that could probably kick their ass if they even tried to touch me.

And I didn't think they would get that damn close.

Around mid day some guys were walking around, holding trays. My eyes strayed toward them, watching them quietly as they shoved trays into the cells. I took a small step forward, watching them. By the time they got to my cell, I realized that it was food that they were passing out. I stood there for just a few moments before watching my tray being pushed into my cell through a small opening.

I waited for the man to walk a bit away before I slowly started toward the trays. Other people around me were already eating and downing the food. I slowly pulled the lid off, staring down at what they considered to be food. I looked to it and grimaced, shaking my head. They couldn't expect us to eat this…crud. It was gray, literally, and looked as if someone had thrown it up. I shook my head, getting a slightly disgusted look before pushing it away with my food.

"You better eat it, Cloud. It's the only thing you'll get until five," Satsuna said from where she was sitting.

I glanced toward her, seeing her eating the food as well. I shook my head, moving back to the back of the cell. If I really wanted to, I could probably go a few days without eating this crud…after that I would probably be forced to. I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes, trying to relax. I was trying to think of anything that could probably happen. So far, the only bad point was me losing nutrition and/or getting bought out or whatever that was.

The day passed on like it had the past few hours. People were coming in and taking slaves out, as well as just leaving without them. I watched, observing everything that happened while figuring out the patterns of the slave trade.

As it turned out, the pretty ones were taken first, followed by the frail ones, and then any who were left. They didn't seem to be checking on obedience or if they were slaves before, just on how they looked. Women usually were first to go, followed by men, if they had the looks. And I also learned that it was rather rare to see female masters as well. It was almost always a man.

The second round of food came by. I, again, left it as it was, and just laid back and relaxed. There was no point in eating something that would make me sick. I stared out of the cage and toward the others in cages. Most were thin, and looked rather frail. I stared toward them for a few more moments before looking away and toward Satsuna. She was sleeping in a corner of her cage at the moment.

Seven came around quickly, and the lights were turned off. I wasn't tired, not in the lease, as I usually didn't' get tired easily. I sat there quietly, allowing my ears to hear the sounds as well as my eyes to adjust. I could hear voices, sounding like arguments, as well as some hushed laughter. My eyes shifted toward the sound slowly.

Someone was out there…

I started to stand, and in doing so, saw the lights flicker on. I was blinded at first, my eyes watering from such intense light at such an instant time. I let out a small hiss, backing up into the wall and leaning against it. My eyes stung with pain as I tried to calm myself. My mind was slowly coming back to me, but before I saw anything, I heard it.

"I'll take him."

"He hasn't even presented himself. Are you sure you want this one, sir?"

"Yeah. I'm sure."

My eyes were adjusted now, but I was confused. My eyes opened, and I saw three men before me. Two looked rather buff, tattoos, and some bats that could take down a man easily. The one in the middle though…he was different.

He had pale skin…very pale. Almost as light as mine. His hair was black, a very dark black. It reached about to his shoulders, and was rather spiky. His eyes were the color of clear water. No piercings, for what I could see of him. He dressed in a dark navy blue long sleeve shirt and a pair of dark jeans, possibly black. He stood as if he owned the place; and I bet he thought he did.

I glared, my eyes narrowing to slits. He got what I assumed to be an amused smirk. His eyes seemed to light up in a pleasure I did not understand. I took a small step back, my back now pressed to the wall. The guards had opened the door by now, and were starting to come toward me. I let out a growl of warning. They would not touch me. I wouldn't allow it even if they set me free. One of them glared, pulling out a whip from behind him. He started to draw it back. I closed my eyes, waiting for the hit to plant against my body.

I was surprised when it did not come. My eyes slowly opened, and I saw the man standing by the guard, holding his wrist. He had a glare firmly placed on his perfect face. I arched a brow at him, shocked that he would stop him. The man glared for a few more seconds before leaning toward him and murmuring something in his ear. The guy grunted and lowered his arm. He took a few steps toward me, reaching up and setting a smooth hand on my cheek. I glared and pulled my head back a bit, grunting.

"Don't worry…I won't hurt you," He said, a smirk moving on his face as he lowered his hand, "much."

I was about to snap before he grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back. I had never felt so much force in one person. I struggled slightly, not sure if it would help. I heard a click, and felt cool metal against my wrists. I glanced back over my shoulder, spotting handcuffs around my wrists. A growl instantly formed as I tugged on them, trying to break free. The man laughed and shook his head.

"You won't break these. They were specially made to hold even me…just cooperate, and you won't have to get hurt," he said, tugging on the chain.

I followed the tug, having no choice. I ignored that around me, and looked around some. People were staring off at me, some glaring. They had known I had only been here for a day, maybe less, but they seemed to be agitated that I was getting out so soon. I felt eyes on me until I left the building. The stars above were twinkling brightly, but I could not see the moon. I searched for it, still finding it missing.

"It's the night of the new moon…here. Get in," he said, opening the door and helping me into a car.

I sat down grudgingly and turned my head away. He got in after me, locking the doors before starting to drive. I glanced toward the window, not wanting to look toward him at all. He kept glancing back at me in the rearview mirror. I could see it from the corner of my eyes. We drove in silence for some time, no one speaking. An hour past, and we kept driving. I glared slightly, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Sorry. It's a long drive, I know. Erm…My name is Zack Fair, by the way. But you'll be calling me Master…as you should probably know…so…" At this point, Zack looked back in the mirror, "what's your name?"

I glanced toward him then, my eyes still narrowed dangerously, "…Cloud…Cloud Strife."

"Cloud…" Zack whispered, looking in front of him at the dark road ahead, "…Heh…nice to meet you."

●●● Affections Across Time ●●●

●●● Escaping Hell ●●●