TWO

    Tseng was dreaming.

    He was kissing Reeve. Deeper. Deeper. He couldn't get enough of that mouth. The taste of it. The feel of it. The whisper of his breath and the caress of his tongue sent such perfect shocks of pleasure down his spine. And Tseng shut his eyes and wished never to leave this moment. Ever.

    "Wake up, sleepy head!"

    Tseng moaned and rolled onto his back, annoyed at his dream being disturbed. His black eyes flickered open and focused on Reeve, dressed, hair combed, glasses on. Tseng wished he could just grab him around the neck and pull him into bed. "I don't wanna go to chemistry..." he mumbled, trying to turn over on his side again. Reeve wouldn't let him.

    "Now, come on, Tseng. You can't skip the first day of class. Now get dressed."

    Grumbling he sat up, batting the hair out of his eyes. "I don't want to take chemistry. I'm no good at science. I'll fail."

    "You won't fail. I'll help you. I took AP Chem in high school and got a five." He threw a pair of jeans in Tseng's direction.

    "If you got credit, why are you taking it again?"

    "I have to for my major." He looked at himself in the mirror.

    "That sucks." Still grumbling he stood up, pulling on his pants. "Looks like I'll have to shower after class."

    "If you got up earlier..." Reeve trailed off.

    "I was having such a nice dream," sighed Tseng, zipping up his pants and going to his closet for a shirt.

    "Oh yeah, what about?" Reeve turned around.

   Tseng didn't answer right away. And when he did, he only muttered, "Nothing much."

    For a moment Reeve just observed the smaller boy pulling a polo shirt over his head. "How many classes do you have today?" He asked, sounding almost breathless.

    "Two." Tseng turned, straightening his gray polo shirt that was a far cry from being baggy. "Just chem and American history. How about you?"

    "Two. Chem and computer graphics."

    Tseng glanced at the clock, and grabbed his bag. "One semester down, one to go."

    Reeve grinned. "We'll have to make this one even more fun."

    The other boy just raised his eyebrow in response.

    "These make it easier to cheat," Tseng muttered with a smile. Reeve just chuckled in response.

    For some reason, Tseng found he was nervous. Maybe it was because he was taking a class that Sephiroth's father taught, and although Sephiroth rarely spoke of his old man, when he did it was not in a favorable light at all.

    "Are you all right?" asked Reeve, putting on his glasses and gazing over at Tseng.

    He shook it off. "Nothing. I'm just tired."

    Reeve observed a moment more in silence before asking, "Excited about the party tonight?"

    "It should be fun," shrugged Tseng. But that was all he got to say.

    Professor Hojo stepped out then, and went to the lectern in the center of the room. Tseng's skin crawled at the sight of him. He was a smallish man, with greasy black hair and beady little eyes. All of Sephiroth's looks must have come from his mother, for there seemed to be no beauty of the physical kind in this man.

    And from what he had heard from Sephiroth, he had none of the inner kind either.

    "This is basic chemistry," Hojo began. "I am by no means an easy grader. I know there are many of you in this class just trying to fill your requirement. Well this will *not* be an easy class."

    The Professor turned to face the board, and Tseng shot Reeve a worried look. He was surprised as Reeve reached over and patted his hand reassuringly.

    Hojo scrawled on the board in handwriting that resembled that of a kindergartner's.  He wrote his name, as if he were a substitute teacher. "I will call the roll," he said.

    Tseng shivered again.

    Hojo read the roll slowly, his eyes focusing on each student as they answered their name. He seemed to give each student the same deadpan attention. That is, until he got to Tseng.

    His name was called, and he raised his hand tentatively. Hojo looked up, and stared at him.

    How long it was exactly, Tseng wasn't sure. Hojo was *staring* at him, and there was something about those eyes that he liked even less. All he felt was pure panic, like he wanted to bolt out of the classroom. But he had to stay put.

    Hojo muttered, "Hm," as he looked away.

    It was the only comment he made while calling out the roll.

    Reeve looked at him in concern as Hojo moved on to the next name, but Tseng couldn't manage to look at him. He had a very cold feeling in the pit of his stomach.

    He didn't hear a word that was said the entire class.

    But no. He would have to wait 50 minutes before it would be over.

    He was so preoccupied by thinking about after the class, that he didn't notice Tseng slip into the seat besides him until the younger boy poked him in the arm.

    "Hey, Sephiroth."

    The silver haired boy looked over, a little shocked at being taken out of his own private world, and it took him a moment to register in reality again. "Oh. Tseng. Hi. How is your day going?"

    Tseng mumbled something incomprehensible and shrugged his shoulders.

    Before Sephiroth could pose any follow-up questions, Vincent walked in.

    Vincent. Beautiful, beautiful Vincent.  There he was, 500 feet away,  Vincent, with his perfect pale skin, and his red-brown eyes, and the long black hair spilling over lean shoulders. Oh yes, 50 minutes was going to feel like 50 years.

    And so it did. The clock seemed to be ticking backwards, and Sephiroth drummed his pencil with more and more urgency as he lost his patience. Vincent seemed calm enough. From time to time he would steal a glance at Sephiroth that would cause his insides to melt and more desire to pull between his legs. God, he was getting tired of crossing his legs.

    Tseng seemed dead enough besides him. The few times Sephiroth glanced over at the other boy he seemed distracted by something else, his mind very far away from any thought of the American Revolution.

    Then again, so was Sephiroth's. Very, very far.

    He was now thinking of all the things he wanted to do to Vincent and that beautiful body hidden beneath those black dress pants and crimson dress shirt.  Oh god, my Vincent, what I *don't* want to do to you...

    Vincent ended the class five minutes early.

    Sephiroth decided to give him an extra kiss just for that.

    "Coming back to the dorm?"

    Tseng's voice was in the background, but Sephiroth turned in his direction anyway.  "Uh no." He held his books in his lap to hide his erection. I'll see you at the party."

    Tseng gave him a weird look, but asked nothing further and instead just headed out of the room. He must have had a lot on his mind himself, Sephiroth figured.

    And now the room was empty except for the two soon to be lovers.

    Sephiroth raced to the front of the room and stood before the table where Vincent was straightening some papers.

    "Separate cars?" Sephiroth mumbled.

    Vincent nodded once. "I'm leaving now."

    "I'll follow you."

    Somehow he resisted every urge to touch his love and managed to make it to his jeep without running. He saw Vincent get into his own car, and Sephiroth could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he turned on the vehicle and began following his love onto the open road. After so many years, so many years of waiting and wishing were about to be concluded in a fit of passion Sephiroth could only imagine.

    It would be perfect.

    Thankfully, Vincent did not live far. The older man pulled his car into the driveway, and Sephiroth sloppily pulled his jeep up against the curb, desperate to get inside...shed some clothes...

    He was out of the car, across the grass, keys shoved in his pocket as Vincent unlocked the front door of the house. He ushered the younger man inside and slammed the door behind him.

    They were alone.

    Vincent turned around to face him. "Oh, my angel..."

    "Vincent!" Sephiroth grabbed for him right away, wrapping two strong arms about his waist and bringing their lips together urgently. A series of desperate kisses followed, as they just enjoyed the feel of one another's lips.  Vincent's arms wound around Sephiroth and pulled him as close as possible, forcing their erections together.

    "Oh..god..." moaned Sephiroth, pulling away slightly as the older man dotted his neck with frantic kisses. "How long have you had that?"

    "All class," Vincent muttered between the kisses. "I was thinking... About you." He once again seized his lips.

    Sephiroth moaned, melting into his lovers lips. Vincent started backing him up, towards the bedroom, their lips becoming more and more passionate with each caress. Sephiroth trembled as he felt Vincent's hands trace his body, and he felt his hands doing the same.

    Then there they were, in Vincent's bedroom. Sephiroth didn't notice a thing other than the beautiful man before his eyes.

    Their lips parted, and Vincent held a hand to Sephiroth's muscular chest. "Angel... Are you sure?"

    "So sure," Sephiroth sighed. "Everything I've always wanted, Vincent... I love you."

    "And I love you," Vincent assured him, bringing a hand to his lips and kissing it dramatically. "So much."

    The younger man reached for the buttons of Vincent's shirt, questioning with his eyes. "May I?"

    Vincent whispered, "Yes."

    And slowly Sephiroth parted the fabric, caressing the exposed skin as he went. Vincent's chest was soft and warm to his touch, and he had never felt anything os electrifying.

    "You're extraordinary," breathed Sephiroth, sliding the shirt off Vincent's shoulders. "Ah... So beautiful, my Vincent."

    "I want this to be perfect, my angel," Vincent whispered, lifting Sephiroth's own shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor before embracing him again. "I want to savor our time together."

    "Me too." He pressed another kiss to Vincent's lips. "Let's get into bed."

    And they did. They climbed into bed, Sephiroth laying on his back as Vincent supported himself on his arms above him.

    "I know this is no time to mention this, but your father will kill me if he finds out."

    "He won't kill you. He just won't pay my tuition, which I need to finish school. And you would get fired." With a sigh he ran a hand lazily through Vincent's silky hair. "Only one more full year to wait my Vincent. After I graduate we can go to Europe and make love in an expensive hotel overlooking some famous square." He smiled.

    Vincent smiled back, leaning in for another kiss. "Just as we'll make love now."

    They kissed again, feverishly, their hands beginning to roam. Vincent pressed his body to Sephiroth's, grinding their erections together through the fabric of their pants. Sephiroth's hands gripped Vincent's perfect ass, forcing him closer, and he broke away from his lips, gasping, arching to every press of Vincent's body to his.

    It was too much. He had wanted Vincent for so long, and this pressure was suddenly more than he needed. With a throaty moan he threw his head back and came with a choked moan.

    Vincent froze, feeling the wetness of Sephiroth's completion.

    Sephiroth shut his eyes and panted, feeling humiliated at coming so quickly. His breath echoed in his ears as he silently cursed himself. "Oh god..."

    "It's okay, angel." Vincent pressed a kiss to the side of his face. "It's okay."

    "I can get it up again," Sephiroth promised. "Don't stop. Please."

    "I had no intention of stopping." He nuzzled his neck. "I forget what it's like to be young. Ah, angel, I love you more than anything in the world."

    Sephiroth could feel himself growing hard once more. "I love you the same, my beautiful, beautiful Vincent." He sat up, reaching for the zipper of his pants. "I believe I should take these off."

    Vincent laughed softly  and caressed the younger man's cheek. "I can't restrain myself any longer. I want to lie naked with you."

    Not a word was said as Sephiroth quickly stripped himself, and then removed all articles of clothing from Vincent's body. He looked his lover over in awe, captivated by the beauty that was Vincent. It was better than he had even imagined.

    "Gods," he mumbled absently, tracing the contours of Vincent's body with almost timid fingertips. How could he not be captivated? Here was this beautiful, lean, pale skinned man, black hair sliding over bared shoulders, lying naked, and beautifully erect, all for him. Sephiroth could scarcely believe this was really happening. After wanting it for so long, here it was.

    Truly, Sephiroth had never had much. He had always been quiet, sort of a cold person, even as a child. Perhaps because his father always shut him out. Or perhaps it was because his father had hurt him deeply. But the fact of the matter was Sephiroth did not have many people truly close to him. Sure he had fairly good friends, but he would hardly say he was close with Tseng or Bryatt or any of the others he often hung around with. Lark, certainly, he was very close with. As a friend, he loved her dearly. But then there was Vincent. And Vincent, he knew, was far more than a friend. More than a lover even. He was a soulmate. Sephiroth felt his hand start to tremble.

    He made his eyes meet with Vincent's again, still in complete awe. "Gods, I love you," he sighed, the disbelief all but blatant in his voice.

    Vincent's lips turned into a small, pleased smile as he ran a hand through Sephiroth's long silvery hair. "I love you too, my beautiful angel."

    And their lips were brought together.

    And yes, it was perfect.

    Truly, there was not a moment spent in that bed to be forgotten. Sephiroth all too gladly yielded to Vincent, letting him take complete control. It was something he had never done before, but the switch was not the least bit uncomfortable for him. Vincent ceretainly was an excellent lover, just as Sephiroth knew he would be, and every flick of his tongue, touch of his lips, feel of his fingers, drove him further and further to the edge of utter happiness. Sephiroth pleased Vincent as well as he could, yearning to give back as much as was being given.

    "My angel," Vincent panted, his hair sheilding both their faces like a drawn bedcurtain as he leaned close, sweaty from the intense foreplay. "I love you in ways others can only imagine."

    Moaning lightly, Sephiroth sightly clenched the hand resting on the back of Vincent's slender neck. "Oh gods, Vincent, I love you so much... Please... Do *it*."

    "I'll be *so deep* inside you," Vincent promised, muttering in his ear before reaching into the sidetable drawer and pulling out a condom and lubricant.

    To Vincent's surprise, he watched Sephiroth pluck the condom from his fingers and toss it aside. "Seph--"

    "We don't need it," was the reply, sounding breathless. "I know you're clean, Vincent, and I'm not your after school fuck."

    Vincent said, "I haven't done this in a long time."

    "I've never done it this way," Sephiroth replied.

    "I'll go slow, and I won't hurt you, my angel. And if you change your mind--"

    "I won't." There was not even a trace of uncertainty in that baritone voice. "Do it."

    And he prepared him generously. Sephiroth's breath picked up with each press of a finger inside him. He was closer and closer to getting what he always desired.  Vincent's physical love. It wasn't sex. Love and sex were two seperate things. There could always be one without the other, but merging them both, well, it is simply a concept beyond words.

    It hurt a little, but Sephiroth didn't care. His breathing grew even more rapid, and he arched his back and groaned softly as he felt Vincent push into him.

    "I love you... I love you... I love you..." Vincent whispered into his ear, pushing in further.

    Sephiroth's only answer was clutching Vincent closer.

    "Does it hurt?" whispered Vincent, his breath tickling Sephiroth's ear. "It's all in."

    "Feels so...good..." he answered truthfully, After all this time... Vincent was here. Inside him.

    And he never wanted anyone else.

    Part of him suddenly felt terrible, HORRIBLE. All those times he had more than willingly fucked Tseng or Bryatt, or who else, even when he knew Vincent loved him. How could he? All that basically meaningless sex--when he had *this* to wait for.  Gritting his teeth, Sephiroth cursed at himself.

    But the guilt was driven away as the thrusts began. Then his world narrowed completely, so that he was only aware of Vincent, and the indescribable emotion and pleasure he had only dreamt about washed over him like a tidal wave. With each thrust the pleasure grew stronger, until it reached the point where he could not hang on any longer. That was the point where his back arched, and the name of his beloved was called to the heavens.

    Vincent released with a satisfied maon and then collapsed between Sephiroth's bent, widespread legs, still deep inside him.

    Then Sephiroth began to weep.

    Vincent predictably panicked. "Angel!! What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Did you make a mistake?" He caressed the younger man's cheek, frenzied with his questioning.

    "No..." sobbed Sephiroth. "No, Vincent. That's... That's not it at all."

    "Then what is it?" Vincent asked softly. "Did I do something wrong?"

    "No." He felt laden with the guilt he hadn't  even realized before. What would Vincent think? He was afraid to find out, but insistan to admit it. "You--you were perfect." The sobs seemed to cease for a moment as he became caught up in the serenity of Vincent's beautiful face.  "It's--It's me. I...I did something wrong."

    Without wasting the tears his guilt had built for him, Sephiroth recounted his sexual repretoire of the previous months to Vincent. The older man listened without a word, saying nothing and remaining absolutely expressionless until the young man was done.

    And when he *was* done, Vincent shook his head with a smile. "Don't cry, my angel, over such a silly thing!  I can hardly expect you to remain celebite for so long, and besides," he took Sephiroth's hand and kissed it firmly, "you saved your true virginity for me."

    "Oh, of course," sniffed Sephiroth. "You're not mad?

    "Not at all." Vincent kissed him.

    "I'll never even look at another man," promised Sephiroth.

    "I believe that. I really do," said Vincent sincerely, once again caressing his lover's cheek. "I promise the same."

    They became wrapped up in another kiss that ended reluctantly. Equally as reluctant, Sephiroth checked the time.

    "4:30," he said, beginning to think out loud. "Party starts at 7, I'll have to leave at 6:30 to set up and find Lark, and I can manage to sneak out by 9, at which point everyone else will be either drunk, laid, or deaf from the music." Smiling and running a hand through Vincent's hair, he added, "That leaves us two hours to cuddle."

    The older man leaned in and rubbed his cheek against his lover's. "And when you return to me tonight, you'll fine me ready and eager to make love to you once more." He nibbled on Sephiroth's ear lobe.

    Sephiroth leaned his head back and maoned, nothing more on his mind than the undying love for his life long friend.

    Reeve was in Lark's room, pacing nervously. The older girl sat on her bed, dressed in low slung dark blue jeans and a plain black halter top, watching him with sympathy.

    "Reeve, I *know* you do. I think the whole world knows. I think Tseng deserves to too!" She crossed her arms and leaned back against the pillows. "You scream your feelings for him every time you look at him.  --And trust me, I'm no genius."

    He paused to look at her, black locks of hair hanging over the frames of his glasses. "He loves me too. He loves *me*. I didn't know!! --Did you know about that?"

    Lark seemed reluctant to nod.

    "God, I'm such an idiot!" He threw up his hands in dispair and fell onto the bed, landing on his back with his head in Lark's lap. She absently began to brush his hair back. "I love him," he whispered softly, his voice nearly failing him. "God. I say it, and I know I mean it. So why..." Looking up at Lark he asked, "Why can't I tell him?"

    "You are going to tell him." She looked down, meeting those forlorn green eyes. "I'll *make* you tell him. Besides," she smiled and ruffled the hair she had just finished fixing, "once you get him alone, you'll know what to say."

  "I guess," he muttered, and closed his eyes.

    Lark absently began to fix his hair again. "You'll be so happy together, Reevy," she sighed happily, as if she was thinking of her own happy ending love story.

    A knock of the door caused them both to sit up straight. Lark called for whoever it was to come in.

    Sephiroth entered, seeming to glow as he did so, and smiling. Reeve had never seen him looking so elated, and he rased a critical eyebrow.

    "Hi, Reeve, Lark--" he said quickly, surveying the room with an underlying restlessness. "Can I speak to you--alone?"

    "Yeah, sure." She brushed off her pants as Reeve stood up, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. "I'll see you at the party," he murmured, tucking a lock of black hair behind his ear. Then he ducked out.

    The silver haired boy shut the door and looked at his friend, meeting her questioning eyes. "Guess what."

    It was easy for Lark to tell. She knew Sephiroth better than almost anyone. Her face lit up in joy and she flung herself into his strong arms. "Oh my god!!! You did it!! You did!"

    "Yes," he assured her, smiling from ear to ear--something which he seldom did.  "And *god* it was incredible, Lark. God--beyond words. To be with someone I loved like that, it was just *perfect."

    "Oh, honey, I'm so happy for you." She clutched him tighter, feeling him respond. "Going back tonight?"

    "I'll be gone by nine," he said with a chuckle. "I have to go back to him..."

    "I understand," she said with a grin, finally releasing him. "Besides, I think pretty much everyone will be going off by then."

    "I know," he agreed, glancing at the clock. "Speaking of the party, it's about time to get it started, don't you think?" Playfully, he offered her his arm.

    Happily, she accepted. "It sure is."

    "Damn, he is *hot*."

    Darren broke off the kiss he had been sharing with Ben and the both of them stared in the direction Bryatt was looking. Both Tseng and Reeve were being quiet, and they too looked.

    "He is cute," Darren agreed.

    "Cuter than me?" pouted Ben, teasingly.

    Turning and kissing him, Darren said, "You're not cute. You're hot."

    "He's good looking," shrugged Tseng.

    "I'm going to talk to him. He's too hot to ignore, and I'm getting horny just looking at him," mumbled Bryatt, already heading off in that direction. Reeve chuckled, and Darren and Ben started making out, not caring who the hell saw them.

    And now Reeve was even more nervous, here he was, practically alone with Tseng, just standing here, with really no one else around to try and hide in a conversation with. Lark and Sephiroth were across the room, very deep in some sort of discussion in which Sephiroth was doing most of the talking while she listened intently, nodding on occasion.

    So what was he to do? Tseng was starting to look bored, and he *wanted* to tell him, he really did,  He wanted Tseng to know, he wanted these feelings to be out in the open, and he wanted to hold Tseng in his arms and kiss him, and feel his touch, and *god* he wanted to be inside that beautiful body. He could remember how beautiful Tseng looked when he came...

    "Wanna dance?"

    Tseng's voice snapped Reeve from his trance, and he looked at his friend with wide eyes. "Dance? With you--? Uh--"

    "It's okay," Tseng interrupted hastily, "I just thought--"

    "Sure." The word popped right out of his mouth, but he stood behind it. "Come on."

    So they moved out into the floor and Reeve observed the others as he did so. Some people were talking, like Lark and Sephiroth, or Bryatt and Rory, who were standing very close together now. Others were making out, like Squall and Rinoa, and Darren and Ben, who were oblivious to the world as they practically devoured one another in the corner. And then there were those who were dancing, like Rude and Shell, and Reno, Irvine, Selphie and Tifa, who had a group going. Tseng grabbed Reeve by his shirt and drew him close as they began to move along to the music, which was now "The Thong Song" by Sisco. Reeve wasn't a bad dancer but Tseng was better, and Reeve couldn't keep his eyes off that body as he moved, feeling a terrible stab of arousel.

    GOD I WANT HIM!!!

    Tseng must have noticed. He had to. Reeve was struggling not to drool all over himself, and his pants weren't tight enough to prevent the bulge from showing. The smaller boy looked him up and down twice, then licked his lips and took hold of Reeve's shirt again, jerking him forward, and bringing their bodies together.

    Their hips met.

    Reeve gasped.

    Tseng looked a bit surprised. Looking Reeve straight in the eyes, he asked, speaking loudly but still nearly drowned out by the music, "Is that--- Reeve... " Trailing off a moment, he brushed his thigh against the evidence of Reeve's erection and caused him to moan. "Is that for me?"

    "It is," Reeve sighed lustfully, pressing up further against him and trembling at the feel of Tseng's own erection against him. "It *so* is," he babbled, the words flowing as easily as Lark said they would. "I'm *so* attracted to you. I have been, for like a year, I've just-- I've just been scared. I... I.... I didn't want to be...different."

    Leaning forward, Tseng *barely* brushed his lips against Reeve's, hearing the taller boy whimper at the affection in the touch.

    "I love you," Tseng whispered, grabbing at Reeve's ass and pulling him closer as he whispered in his ear.

    "I love you too," Reeve admitted, mirroring the action and really not caring about who the hell saw them. "I really do. A *lot*."

    "Oh, love," sighed Tseng, pressing a kiss besides Reeve's ear. He was trembling, happy beyond words, never imagining this moment would come true. "Oh, Reeve..." He pressed another kiss. "I want you. I want you so bad." His breath was breathy and husky in the other boy's ear, dripping with heavy seduction. He then pressed another heated kiss, sticking his tongue in Reeve's ear and causing Reeve's knees to nearly buckle. "Do you want me?"

    Reeve was out of his mind with desire. Tseng would probably make him come just by doing what he was doing now. God, that voice, and that tongue... He could already see why everyone bragged about how good he was in bed.

    And now he would get to find out. "Oh yes, oh god yes." He grinded his hips against Tseng's once more and said "*Now*."

    Another long, sensuous kiss to the other boys ear, and Tseng grabbed him by the hand and gave him the most seductive look he could manage before leading him off to their room.

    "Too much?" asked Ben, looking around to see what everyone else was up to. "I thought you said you wouldn't mind having sex with me in public." He turned back and grinned at his lover.

    Grinning back, he answered, "Wouldn't mind, but I like privacy." He pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead, and then looked around the room himself. There was Bryatt, standing very close, and obviously flirting with Rory, who was clearly flirting back, and Sephiroth and Lark were in some kind of discussion, but Reeve and Tseng... "Where are Reeve and Tseng?"

    Ben turned around and scanned the room with his own eyes, a look of confusion appearing on his face. "Huh. I don't know. Guess they were bored."

    "I wonder if they're still feeling awkward around one another," wondered Darren.

    "Mmm... Reeve will lose it, and they'll make love before the end of the week, if that's not where they are right now." He nuzzled Darren's neck contentedly, and began to nip at his skin. "Speaking of making love... I'd like to take our little make out seesion back behind closed doors..."

    "Sounds good," agreed Darren, trying not to moan at the feel of his lover's lips.  "Just lead the way."

    Ben did, and quickly, kicking the door shut  to their room behind him and going right to removing Darren's shirt. He dropped that carelessly and backed him against the wall, zeroing in right for a nipple.

    Needless to say, Darren was a little surprised by Ben's roughness, but not put off by it in the least. He moaned and nestled his hands in Ben's soft brown hair as his lover alternated between licking and sucking at that nipple in desperation, hands wandering and pulling at the fly of his pants. He moaned himself as he worked, dropping Darren's pants and pressing a palm against his arousel. This triggered yet another moan. "Oh, Ben... What are you going to do to me?"

    "Love you," Ben mumbled, scooping Darren up in his arms suddenly and bringing him over to the bed, placing him down and continuing between kisses, "Kiss every inch of your body, love you some more, rim you, mmm...then make love to you, and then cuddle till I can't stay awake anymore."

    Running a pleased hand through his hair, Darren kissed him and give him a sensuous loook as he rasied a single eyebrow. "And what do you want me to do?"

    "Lie there and be beautiful, and moan for me," he cooed, nuzzling him and pressing nipping kisses to his neck.  "Let me take care of everything."

    Lark looked around herself and realized he was right. They had spent the last two hours talking about Vincent, and the time had flown. "You're right. Looks like now's your chance." She gave him a sly smile.

    Smiling back, he mumbled, "Thanks, Lark. Someday you'll meet him. Not as the Professor, but as the man I love."

    "I look forward to it," she answered honestly, accepting a friendly kiss. Then she watched him go.

    Lark looked around, seeing a few people dancing, a few people flirting or likewise, and a few more just talking. Suddenly, she felt very tired, and had no desire to stand on her feet any longer. The more she thought about the new semester and the new classes, the more weary she felt.

    Without bothering with any good-byes, she turned and went back to her room.

    Only...not yet.

    According to Rory, he and Zidane used to date until the blonde's constant comments about girls got on his nerves.

    "He was good in bed though," Rory was saying, leaning against the wall and looking Bryatt over not too subtely. "He has a mouth like a vaccum." But with a shrug he added, "I got over it fast though. We're better off as friends. Besides, I'm still hopelessly in love with a straight boy back home." He laughed sadly. "Unrequited love is the kind that hurts the most."

    "I know what that feels like," Bryatt admitted. "I'm in love with my friend Tseng, and he knows it too. But he's in love with his roommate. Speaking of which..." He turned and looked around, but didn't see them. "Where did they go?" Ultimately, he shrugged. "Oh well. They probably went to sleep."

    Rory chuckled. "We have more in common than it would seem."

    "Quite," Bryatt agreed, giving a suggestive spin to the word. He figured now was the perfect time to get direct. With the same look of seduction playing on his face, he took a step forward and asked senuously, "So when was the last time you got laid?"

    Rory grinned, reaching out to lay a hand on Bryatt's hip. "Are you suggesting something?"

    "Damn straight I am," he purred, running a finger down the center of Rory's chest. "Interested?"

    "Very," Rory breathed, bending to ghost his lips over Bryatt's. "My room should be free. I saw Zidane go off to the girl's side."

    "Good, because my roommate is a bitch," muttered Bryatt, brushing his lips to Rory's once more and shuddering at the touch.

    "Top or bottom?" he asked, nipping at his lips once more.

    "Any way you want." Another brush of lips.

    Rory grinned and gave him a real true kiss before replying, "Something else we have in common."

    And with that Rory dragged him back to his room, leaving out the light as he shut the door and locked it. Embracing Bryatt tightly, he kissed him desperatly, pressing their lips together repeatedly. He was taller, so Bryatt bent his head back to accept each sweet touch of his lips.

    "God, you're hot," Rory mumbled, kissing him again. "I want to fuck you so bad I can hardly stand it."

    "So do it," Bryatt whispered, pulling out of the embrace and reaching for the fly of his pants. Rory watched excitedly as he teasingly undid the button of his jeans and then *very* slowly started to ease...the...zipper....down...

    Rory couldn't take the teasing and grabbed him by the waist and throwing him on the bed, pinning him there. They didn't speak as they quickly undressed one another, running their hands over their contrasting skin and moaning at the touches.

    "Looks like we have something else in common," Rory muttered into his ear, kissing it as he fondled Bryatt's nipple ring.

    Bryatt moaned and mimicked the action, replying, "Get a tongue ring and we'll be soulmates."

    Rory laughed and then kissed him, deeply, before retorting, "I've never kissed anyone with a tongue ring before, but I love it."

      With a grin, Bryatt reached for the fly of those fantastic leather pants. "If you think kissing's good, you should get a taste of oral sex."

    And then it was Rory who was pinned, and Bryatt happily went down on him, sucking him to orgasm while the other boy tangled his hands in Bryatt's brown hair and moaned loudly at the pleasure.

    Bryatt swallowed.

    "Shit," gasped Rory, falling back on the bed, arms around his head.  "That was....god damn."

    Bryatt chuckled and sat up on his elbow besides him. "Well? You know, this might just be because I'm an english major, but last I checked, 'god damn' wasn't an adjective."

    Rory grinned, grabbed him around the waist and pinned him once again. "Let's see if I can fuck you good enough to pay you back for that amazing blowjob."

    "'Well enough'," he corrected jokingly, starting to suck on the side of the other boy's neck, "And judging by what I had in my mouth, I don't think there should be *any* problem."

    Grinning, Rory fumbled for the drawer by the bed and came out with a condom and lubricant. "You wanna fuck face to face?"

    "If you wouldn't mind," Bryatt replied breathlessly.

    And they both lost the teasing that had been inserted into their foreplay as Bryatt was stripped of the rest of his clothing, and Rory looked him over in the dim moonlight that had begun to peek through the window. He looked him over without touching, and then looked into his eyes, whispering, "You *are* beautiful, baby."

    "So are you," was the reply.

    The condom was slipped on, and Bryatt was prepared almost tenderly, one finger at a time. He cried out softly at each intrusion, it having been awhile since he was last fucked.  He then found his legs placed over Rory's strong shoulders, their faces coming close together as he pushed in.

    "Ah-ah!" Bryatt cried out softly as at the intrusion, slightly arcing his back, fighting off the initial wave of pain. It had been so long it hurt like the first time. And Tseng had gone so slow....

    "You okay?"

    "Yeah... Don't stop..."

    The pain ebbed, slowly, but it did. Once Rory was all in, and kissed him into oblivion, he gapsed, "Move."

    And he did, slowly at first, before building speed. Bryatt cried out "Harder!" and his request was gladly granted.

    "Oh yeah... Oh yeah..."

    "Oh! Oh! Ah--Yes--God!  Rory--yes! Yes!"

    "Ahh---God, Bryatt..."

    They came at nearly the same time, crying out loud enough to be heard in the hallway. Then they both collapsed. Rory managed to summon the strength to toss out his condom before lying down besides Bryatt.

    "Incredible," Bryatt decided.

    "You said it."

    Panting, he turned to look at the other boy. "Do you mind if I stay? Will your roommate care?"

    Rory turned too. "I'd love it if you stayed. And he probably won't came back anyway, and he could care less if he does." With a grin, he asked playfully, "Think your roommate will miss you?"

    "He's probably hoping he can plan my funeral," joked Bryatt.

    Chuckling, Rory drew the other boy into his arms. "I'm glad I moved into this dorm."

    Bryatt smiled in return and said with complete honesty, "I'm glad you did too."

    As he shut the door, he was shocked and pleased to see a trail of rose petals leading from the door to the bedroom. A smile spreading across his face, he took a moment to strip himself down to his boxers, leaving his clothes carelessly on the floor. Then he followed the trail into the bedroom.

    Candles had been lit, and rose petals were scattered everywhere, across the bed and even on the floor. Other than the candlelight the room was dark and it cast dancing shadows on the wall.

    In the center of the bed, Vincent lay, nude, absently stroking himself, black hair falling over his pale shoulders.

    Sephiroth's knees trembled wieh desire.

    "I've been waiting for you," Vincent said.

    "You look....so beautiful I want to cry," sighed Sephiroth.

    Sitting up, Vincent held up his arms. "Come to me, my beautiful angel."

    Sephiroth didn't waste a moment and he crawled onto the bed, sitting atop Vincent's lap as they kissed affectionatly.

    "How was the party?" He mumbled, placing kisses down the younger man's neck.

    "Fairly dull," he sighed contentedly. "Lark and I spent the whole time talking, which was pleasant, and I adore her, but even she knew I was anxcious to get back to you, my Vincent."

    "And I was anxcious for you to come back, my angel." Again he claimed Sephiroth's lips.

    As their lips parted several minutes later, they contentedly nuzzled one another, running fingers over their lover's spine.

    After a silence, Vincent whispered, "Any requests?"

    But Sephiroth just wrapped a hand around the back of Vincent's skull and leaned in for another passionate kiss, whispering, "I think that's already been taken care of."

    And Reeve didn't want him to. But...

    But the problem was he had never had sex with another boy before.

    And while he knew *technically* what to do, he wasn't sure *really* what he *should* do.

    Tseng had been around the block about ten times. Reeve was still trying to cross the street when it came to sex.

    The nagging voice in the back of his head kept telling him:  stop, do this later, wait until you know what you're doing. The last thing you want to do is make an idiot of yourself and do something wrong.

    But his body was all go.

    "Oh...god...!"

    Tseng was on top, stripped to his underwear and kissing frantically down Reeve's neck, reaching for the fly of his pants. Reeve was starting to feel a little wary, not because he didn't want to be touched there--he definitely did--but because he wasn't sure what he should be doing with *his* hands. Right now they were submerged in Tseng's silky black hair, but somehow that didn't feel right.

    "I love you." Tseng's lips ghosted over his collarbone before he began to suck on it, deftly unzipping Reeve's jeans and slipping a hand inside.

    Reeve jumped a little, experiencing more pleasure than he had in his entire life. Yes, he could definitely see why everyone bragged about Tseng in bed. He was so experienced he could write a book.

    And Reeve very badly needed to read it.

    The pleasure was overrun by his suddenly uncontrolable panic. After coming so far, he couldn't screw up now. He couldn't risk the chance of not pleasuring Tseng back after taking so much pleasure at his very talented fingers and lips. Very reluctantly he clenched a hand at the back of Tseng's neck and said, "Wait. Stop."

    Tseng immediatly did, and looked up from where he had been worshipping Reeve's chest, a worried look in his eyes. "What? Is something wrong?"

    "No," Reeve said quickly, rerouting his hands to his sides. "It's not you. You're fine."

    "Then what's wrong?" Tseng asked, sitting up now and giving Reeve a strange look. "I thought you wanted to have sex. Don't you love me?"

    "YES!" Reeve said loudly. Then seeing Tseng's taken back expression, he quickly added, "Yes, I love you. Of course I do. I wasn't lying. And I do want to have sex. Very much. Just...." His eyes ran over that wonderfully muscular body, and he almost gave in. But the voice was persistant, and he managed to restrain himself. "I have to go."

    And without another thought he just stood up. And left, half dressed, running barefoot down the hallway to the girls side of the dorm.

    The halls weren't empty.

    Rinoa, Elena and Selphie stared at him and looked him over. Twice.

    "Hi," he said nervously, feeling a drop of sweat forming on his brow as he quickly did up his pants. "Um....Lark's in her room, right?"

    "Yeah..." Rinoa said, sounding completely weirded out.

    Reeve ignored her and knocked on Lark's door.

    She thankfully answered quickly, dressed in her pajamas. She also looked very confused upon seeing Reeve. "Reeve? Is something wrong?"

    He felt very self concious with the girls staring at him, so he whispered, "Can I sleep in your room?"

    Lark glanaced at the girls staring at him and frowned. "Sure." Then she ushered him inside.

    Reeve dragged his feet and heaved a sigh, feeling like a huge loser. How could he leave Tseng behind like that, with no good explanation? What must he think? I screwed up anyway, he thought sourly.

    "Reeve..." Lark said hesitantly, taking a step or two towards him. "....What happened?"

    And with no lack of tears, he turned and blurted out the entire story, falling into her arms. And though she sat with him on the bed and went to great lengths to calm him down, he fell asleep with fresh tears drying on his cheeks.