Reeve laid his chest against Tseng's back, still inside him as the rays of the morning sun spilled across the bed. After waking up horny they had decided to take care of it, which had ultimately led to where they were now, together in Tseng's bed. Reeve's was abandoned and empty.

    Mmmm...that was nice," Tseng sighed happily, sighing again as Reeve pressed a kiss next to his ear. "Love you."

   He was dotting kisses along the smooth, pale plane of the smaller boy's back now, and was quite content.

    "I hate to disturb this moment, sweetheart," he began, a small cry escaping his throat as Reeve bit gently at his neck. "But if we're going to meet the others for breakfast, we have to shower *now*."

    "I don't think any shower could be hotter than you," Reeve said lamely, grinning.

    Tseng laughed and jabbed him in the ribs gently. "Come on. Just one class for each of us today, that party down the hall tonight, and *plenty* more action in this bed tonight."

    "Thank god it's Friday," Reeve mumbled, giving the smooth skin one last brush of the lips. "Okay, I'm pulling out."

    Tseng winced a little as he did so, stretching as he sat up. "Tonight I'm going to try something else with you." He smiled seductively at Reeve as he asked, "Did Bryatt happen to tell you what rimming was?"

    A towel around his waist, shower sandals on his feet, Reeve turned to look at the other boy, dumbfounded. "No..."

    "Great." Tseng grinned, standing up and grabbing his stuff, his eyes never leaving Reeve's. "You'll love it."

    "What do you think of Rory?" Tseng whispered, his breath tickling Reeve's ear as he spoke.

    Reeve smiled, his senses tingling. They had spent a little too long in the shower together. But truly he had never realized how gratifying it could be to give someone a hand job. Then again, doing anything to Tseng was more than a pleasure. "Is it just me, or does he perfectly compliment Bryatt?"

    "I think he's finally met his match."

    They went inside and got some food. Tseng had a bagel with cream cheese, a banana and a glass of chocolate milk. Reeve had scrambled eggs with hash browns and a cup of coffee. And they were greeted quite enthusiastically upon reaching their table.

    "Nice night?" asked Bryatt with a wink and a grin.

    "Nice morning too," Tseng nodded, grinning himself as he took a seat. Reeve looked slightly embarrassed.

    "And they pick on us for having sex in the shower," Ben remarked to Darren.

    "Only one class today, and then a party tonight," Bryatt sighed happily, stretching his arms and leaning back slightly in his chair. "Can it get much better?"

    "I have a feeling you'll get laid too," Rory smirked, bringing a coffee cup to his lips.

    Giving the other boy a smirk forming on his own lips, Bryatt quirked, "I'll try and act surprised."

    Darren wondered aloud as to who was throwing the party.

    "Reno, and Irvine of course," Bryatt told him. "Isn't it always them?"

    "I don't think I met them either..." Rory's brow furrowed as he thought.

    "You barely met anyone," Bryatt pointed out, putting down his glass of grapefruit juice. "We talked for half an hour and then went off to fuck."

    Ben shook his head and said, "You know, stuff like that really blows my mind.  Half an hour before you have sex? Darren and I didn't have sex for a year after we started going out, and we had been friends forever before hand."

    "You're both crazy," Bryatt pointed out, ripping off a portion of bagel. He glanced at Tseng and asked, "How long after we started going out did we have sex?"

    Tseng, blushing slightly, admitted it was only a month and a half.

    "See--you two defy like every law of nature. And," he added, holding up a fork as an indication of a sudden stroke of brilliance, "in all the time they've been together, I think Darren has been on the top about twice."

    "It's more than that!" Darren protested.

    "Like four," Ben chuckled, and his boyfriend nudged him.

    "A bottom, huh?" grinned Rory.

    "There's another." Bryatt pointed to Tseng.

    "I'm more versatile than Darren," he argued in his defense.

    "I just prefer to be on the bottom... a lot..." Darren said a little shyly, looking down at his breakfast.

    Ben whispered loudly, "It's because he gets multiple orgasms."

    Bryatt and Tseng laughed. Darren looked embarassed. Rory and Reeve looked impressed.

    "You do?" Rory breathed.

    "Uh huh," Darren admitted, a light blush still glowing on his cheeks. "Often enough."

    "God damn... I've never had one."

    "Me neither," Ben said.

    "That's possible?" Reeve breathed.

    "Yup," Tseng told him with a grin. "You tend to get them when you're on the bottom a lot."

    "Some guys just can't get them," Bryatt added, then, grinning, he added, "Luckily I'm not one of those."

    Reeve breathed a soft wow, and Rory vowed that some day soon either he would have one himself, or else he would get one out of Bryatt. The other boy eagerly agreed that they should try for that.

    "Do you guys always talk this freely about sex?" Rory asked, grinning again, completely thrilled.

    "Yup," Bryatt confirmed, finishing the last off his plate. "But you gotta remember that Tseng, Ben, Darren and I have known each other since we were six."

    "You were the guys playing with the Barbie dolls, right?" joked Rory.

    "That was just Tseng."

    "Hey! They were my sisters!" the other boy protested, downing the rest of his milk and shooting Ben a hard look.

    "Oh, right," he corrected himself, rolling his eyes. "You liked Ken."

    Tseng grinned. "Damn straight."

    Bryatt reluctantly checked his watch. "Ugh, class time. Looks like it's english for us." He glanced at Tseng and asked, "You ready?"

    "Yeah. I'll see you later, Reeve." He kissed his finger and then pressed it to the other boy's forehead.

    "What time is that party tonight?" Ben questioned as Bryatt and Tseng got to their feet, empty trays in hand.

    "Seven," Tseng told them. "And don't try and back out of it."

    "We won't!"

    Before they could walk away, Rory grabbed the edge of Bryatt's shirt and pulled on it. "Come back to my room when you're done with class, pretty boy. I think we're exercising the 'benefits' part more than the friend."

    Bryatt laughed and said, "All right, I'll be there, dolly and everything."

    They said their good-byes and Tseng waited until they had depoisted their trays to say anything.

    "I really like Rory." He slung his backpack over his shoulder as they stepped out into the brisk morning air. The sun was out, the sky was blue, and there wasn't a cloud to be spotted. Nice. "You two are so much alike."

    "I know. I've hardly know him a day and I totally adore him already. And you're not the only one who got some action in the shower this morning."

    "Well, actually we had sex in bed *before* the shower. Once we got to the shower we just jerked one another off." After saying so, he wondered if Reeve would mind that he was talking so frankly about their relationship. How could he, he concluded, changing conrete paths as they headed towards Nibel Hall. He knows we always give one another the details.

    "That makes two of us. Or is that four?" Bryatt's trademark grin appeared once again. "So Reeve's good in bed, huh? I can tell he is."

    "Damn straight he is." A happy smile came to his face as they trotted up the steps. The taller boy pulled ahead by a few steps and Tseng hurried to catch up. "Bryatt, I've been wondering. You're not worried that Rory will fall in love with you, are you?"

    Bryatt stopped, and he turned, his smile gone. He looked Tseng straight in the eye, serious, and said, "No. He's in love with someone else. That's the whole appeal."

    "Don't you want someone to fall in love with you?"

    "No." He turned away fast.

    "Are you sure?"

    "Yes!"

    "Why?"

    Turning around again, he quickly reached out and snatched Tseng by the shoulder, dragging the other boy slightly closer. In response to this unexpected action, Tseng's eyes widened and he sucked in a breath. "You give me all I need," Bryatt said in a tone beyond his years. "As long as I have a place in your heart at all I'm happy."

    "Of course you do," Tseng practically whispered, staring at him.

    Grinning crookedly once again, Bryatt threw a playful arm around Tseng's shoulders and walked the two of them into class.

    "Angel." Vincent prodded him gently between the shoulder blades. "Angel, I hate to wake you, but you should be going back to school."

    "I don't wanna go to school," he mumbled like a little kid.

    "Angel, if you do not go to class your father will find out, wonder why, and then where will you and I be?"

    Sephiroth sighed, knowing he was right. He turned onto his back, and smiled at seeing Vincent leaning over him. "Good morning, beautiful."

    Smiling back, Vincent let one of his hands run through the strands of silver that topped Sephiroth's head. "Good morning, angel. Once again, I'm sorry to have to wake you."

    "Don't apoligize. You're right. I have to go." He sat up and kissed Vincent quickly. "See you tonight?"

    "I'm afraid not," Vincent sighed sadly. "I have to go to dinner with a few fellow professors."

    The younger man's whole face fell. "Oh... Vincent..."

    "I'm sorry, angel, but I can't cancel. And besides, you should spend some time on campus."

    "I'd rather be with you."

    "And I'd rather be with you." Vincent stood and came to embraced the now half dressed Sephiroth. "Come tomorrow. The whole day. All right?"

    "It's a date," Sephiroth immediatly agreed. Then, clamping the back of Vincent's head with his hand, he smiled mischiveiously and drew the older man ever closer, his breath whispering over his skin. "In the meantime, I will give you a good-bye that will make you *yearn* for me."

    And the kiss that followed ceretainly did live up to the introduction.

    A door opened behind her and Lark turned to see Rufus, dressed head to toe in designer black clothing, emerge from his room, being sure to carefully lock it behind him. As usual he looked unbelieveably handsome. His blonde hair was perfectly cut and perfectly cared for, and shone in the crappy floursent lighting Lark hated. She had to try hard to keep herself from drooling. "Hi, Rufus."

    He looked at her, his cold expression not changing. "Hi."

    "Glad to be back?"

    "No."

    The overwhelming coldness in his voice told her just how unwelcome her question was. "Oh. Well, school sucks."

    For a fraction of a second, she thought she saw the tug of a smile at his lips. "Yes. It does."

    Some more confidence came to her at that almost humaness he displayed and she smiled herself as she asked if he would be at the party tonight.

    He looked her over stubley and said, "Yes. I'll go, I guess."

    "Cool." Her smile widened. She couldn't help it. "I'll see you there then." Indicating the books he had in his arms, she said weakly, "Don't want to keep you."

    "See you later." He met her eyes a moment, before he brushed past her and left the hall.

    Lark was grinning all the way back to her room.

    Zack pulled his shirt over his head and looked over at the pretty blonde who was pulling on his own clothes. It was close to one o clock, and the two roommates had spent the morning....well...in bed. Zack had skipped his morning class, deciding that sex was way the hell more important than art history, but Cloud had a class he just couldn't miss at one thirty. So they had finally gotten up. Hearing the other boy's question, he furrowed his brow, asking, "What do you mean?"

    "I mean are we going out?" Cloud widened his eyes somewhat as he asked.

    "No!"

    "Thank god," Cloud said in relief. "God, you scared me."

    "You can sleep with whoever you want,"  Zack continued sincerely. "And you can sleep with me whenever the hell you want."

    Cloud grinned. "Sounds like a great arragnement to me."

    Zack mirrored it and reminded himself Cloud had to go to class now. "I know."

    "Did you take *any* notes today?" Ben asked as they stepped through the door of Gongaga Hall. Darren was even walking faster than usual. "I kept looking at you, and you looked like you were in another world."

    "I couldn't keep my mind on notes today."

    Ben had to jog a few steps to keep up, and he reached out and seized his boyfriend's hand firmly. "Darren! What's with you today? Since breakfast you've been acting..."

    "Acting what?" Darren grinned.

    Ben froze. Suddenly he could place it. He smiled himself as he lowered his voice and whispered, "Dare I say 'horny' out loud?"

    Giving him the most seductive look possible, Darren tugged Ben all the way back to their room, where the door was quickly shut and *locked* behind them.

    Darren grabbed his boyfriend and pinned him against the wall, his hands going for Ben's crotch immediatly.

    Moaning, Ben leaned back against the concrete wall. "Let me guess. Bryatt really got to you this morning."

    Darren was dotting frantic kisses down the other boy's neck, and inbetween doing so he managed to reply. "I love you. It's not fair. You know I'll do anything for you, and I know you like fucking me--"

    "Love it," Ben corrected, following the words with a moan as his jeans hit the floor. His own hands roamed, wandering to the front of Darren's loose cordaroys.

    "--But I know how you love it the other way too." He smiled as he dropped Ben's boxers, finding him fully aroused already. "It's been awhile."

    In response Ben leaned forward and kissed him hungrily, clamping a hand around the back of his head as they practically devoured one another. Yes, Bryatt often poked fun at the lovey dovey way they fawned over one another, but their lovemaking could become frantic and rough.

    "Turn around," Darren requested as their lips broke apart.

    "Up against the wall?" This surprised him even more Darren's sudden dominence.

  "You don't want to?" He grabbed the lubricant and raised an eyebrow.

    Ben turned around. "Just surprised."

    "Isn't that a good thing?" he whispered huskily as his finger probed Ben's entrance.

    "Yes," moaned Ben, pushing back onto that finger. "God-- Darren-- Please--"

    Darren resumed his task of sucking on the side of Ben's neck, and he inserted a single finger as he did so. The other boy groaned appreciatively and pressed back onto it, begging for more. A second was added, and then a third, Darren sucking on that same spot relentlessly all the while.

    "Oh... Darren..." Ben panted, sweating as he bent his head back, leaning into the feel of those lips, the feel of those fingers. He felt Darren's other hand grip his waist. It really had been a long time since Darren had been inside him. They did it this way more often than everyone thought, but it was still not too common a practice. "Please."

    Stripping himself completely below the waist, Darren used the lubricant on his own erection and then grabbed Ben around the waist, sliding his hands under his shirt, pressing his shaft up against the other boy's entrance and feeling him push back, moaning in anticipation. Starting to kiss down Ben's neck yet again, Darren pressed inside, running his hands over the smooth contours of his lover's chest.

    "Ah... Yes..." he hissed, palms flat against the wall. "Darren..."

    "Love you..." Darren whispered, and as Ben turned his head he pressed their lips together, thrusting gently into him. "Good?"

    "Yessss.... God..."

    Darren thrust a little harder, letting one of his hands wander lower, wrapping gently, yet snuggly, around Ben's own erection. They moved together, and Darren moved his hand in rthyum with his thrusts. Ben moaned softly, pushing back, and Darren whispered and gasped, pressing harder.

    "Ah! Ugh... Oh, Darren..."

    "Ah... Ah... Ah... Mmm... Ben..."

    Ben came first, arching his back and emptying into Darren's warm hand. Darren came a few thrusts later with a loud moan, lying his chest to Ben's back, and panting against his shoulder.

    "That was nice," Ben sighed, his breath still heavily. "Thank you."

    "Don't thank me," the other boy scolded, kissing his boyfriend's shoulder as got ready to pull out. "That makes me feel even worse!" He pulled out then, gently, and Ben sighed sadly at the loss. Darren turned him around, put a hand to his cheek and looked at him tenderly. "Look, any time you want me to do that, just tell me, okay?"

    "Okay, I promise," Ben assured him, smiling. "But I think you underestimate just how much I love being inside you."

    Blushing a little, Darren licked the traces of the other boy's semen off his hand. "By the way, I left a hickey on your neck."

    "Did you?" Ben put a hand to his neck, eyes dancing with mischief. "Great. I'll have something to show off."

    Darren leaned forward, slid a hand around his neck, and kissed him passionately.

    "I love you."

    "Love you too."

    "You like this stuff?" Bryatt asked.

    "I think basically everything," shrugged Rory after a moment. "Just, this isn't what I usually listen to."

    "Oh no?" Bryatt's eyes glittered. "Showtunes?"

    Rory laughed. "While yes, I actually do like that stuff, I really love oldies."

    "You mean the stuff with the bad lyrics about broken hearts and being in love?"

    With another laugh, Rory nodded, "That's the stuff." He sat at the edge of the bed then, and patted Bryatt on the leg. "Okay, buddy, let's talk friend stuff so we can catch up on the nineteen years we missed of one another's lives."

    "Deal," he agreed, sitting up a little more. "What have I already told you?"

    "That you're from Rhode Island, you're an english major, your roommate is a jerk, and you're in love with Tseng. The rest of the time we were together we really were in no position for conversation."

    "Having your legs up against your chest makes that difficult," Bryatt pointed out with a grin. "So, what do you wanna know?"

    "How about your family?"

    "Oh, I love my family," he said right away, sitting up completely and sitting indian style. "I'm adopted."

    "Oh yeah?" Rory raised an eyebrow.

    "Yup. My parents never made any secret of it. They're so cool. When I came out, they were totally fine with it, and they're very supportive of anything I do." Grinning he added, "If you met my parents you'd know right away I was adopted."

    Rory gave him a questioning look. "How's that?"

    "My father is white and my mother is black. And not only that--but my father is blonde, with green eyes, so I don't even look slightly like him. Plus he's from the South, so he's got that accent. We'd make a great sitcom. 'Meet The Porters'. The white Southern father, the black mother, and the gay adopted son!" He laughed lightheartedly.

    "Your mother is black?" Rory seemed a little shocked. "Really?"

    "Really," Bryatt assured him. "Why, does that bother you?"

    Shaking his head with a smile, Rory replied, "It's just not what I expected."

    "Let me guess, you expected my parents to be rich bankers."

    "Yeah, actually..."

    "They're both teachers actually," he revealed. "My mother teaches history and my father teaches english."

    "That's cool. Did you ever wonder about your real parents?"

    "Oh, they're dead," he said so easily that Rory was shocked. "I know a little bit about them, but not much. I was orphaned when I was like six months old, and there was no one else to take me, so I was put up for adoption. My parents couldn't have any kids, so ta da-they took me. And I'm an only child."

    The other boy seemed a bit uncomfortable. He looked down at his hands, serious for the first time since Bryatt had met him. "Oh... I'm sorry."

    "Don't get upset." Bryatt prodded him gently with his foot as he did so. "I don't.  I love my adoptive family, and I like to think that wherever my real parents are, they're proud of me too."

    Rory smiled at him, a little. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

    "So what about your family?"

    "Mine?" Rory sighed. "Well, like I said I'm from Georgia, but I've only lived there a few years cause I grew up in California."

    "That explains the lack of the accent."

    "It does. Anyway, my parents own a restaurant, and I have brother, Blake, who's only two. They know I'm gay, and they're pretty cool about it." He shrugged. "I like my family."

    "Wow, you're brother's a lot younger than you," Bryatt commented.

    Rory's smile widened, obviously thinking of the kid. "Yeah, I love him."

    Bryatt had a reply formed, but before he could speak a cute blonde, his hair slightly touseled, came jogging into the room. "Hey, Rory." Then he noticed Bryatt and he halted in his tracks. "Hey."

    "Hey," Bryatt replied.

    "Oh, Bryatt, this is Zidane. Zidane, this is Bryatt. We met at the party the other night."

    "Hey," Zidane said again as the two boys shook hands. "Rory told me a little about you--guess he doesn't know much."

    Bryatt laughed. "I should say he doesn't. That's why we were catching up now."

    "Oh cool." He plopped down on his own bed, dumping his backpack. "Mind if I evesdrop?"

    "Not at all."

    "Zidane met about as many people at the party as I did," chuckled Rory.

    Zidane grinned. "Yeah, this chick Yuffie grabbed me. She was kinda cute, so I figured why the hell not? I made it damn clear that we're not going out or anything though." He looked Bryatt over again, drinking in the khaki's hanging off his hips and the small gray polo shirt. "God, you're hot. You sure you're single?"

    Bryatt laughed again, not able to help being flattered. "Thank you. And I definitely am."

    "You have to meet his friends, Z," Rory put in. "They're really cool. "

    "Are they hot?" Zidane asked urgently.

    Laughing, Bryatt told they were, "Hot but spoken for."

    "Dammit," cursed Zidane, but then he sighed and said, "Tell me about them anyway."

    "Yeah, I know like nothing about them either," Rory put in.

    "All right then," Bryatt leaned back against the headboard and took a breath. "I'll start with Tseng first, because I love him."

    "Oh yeah?" Zidane raised a golden eyebrow.

    "Oh, yes," nodded Bryatt. "Very much. And he loves me, but he's not 'in' love with me, so we're just friends now. He's dating his roommate Reeve, who he just hooked up with, but anyway, I've known him since I was a kid. We both realized we were gay by like fourteen, which is kinda unusual, and he was the first person I ever slept with. That was when I was fifteen. He has two very nice parents and two older siblings, a sister and a brother, Cari and Leven, who are equally as cool. His parents own a bookstore, so he is *extremely* well read. And, may I add, he is *drop* dead fucking gorgeous and I seriously doubt that anyone in this dorm has had more sex then him."

    "Wait--" Zidane snapped his fingers as he looked at Bryatt intently. "Is he the one with the long black hair and the body to die for that was wearing straight black at the party?"

    Nodding once, Bryatt said, "That's him."

    "Oh my god, he is drop dead fucking gorgeous."

    Bryatt and Rory both laughed.

    "Are you *sure* he's taken?" the smaller boy looked disappointed.

    "Yes, and *very* much in love."

    Zidane sighed dramatically and leaned back on a elbow. "What good is love now? We're young!"

    "When you fall in love, I'm going to laugh," Rory said.

    Sighing again, Zidane laid down completely. "Okay, tell me about the rest."

    "Well, Ben and Darren are my other two friends from home, and I'm going to talk about them together, because they always are together."

    Zidane asked, "Are they one of those couples that make you want to throw up sometimes?"

    "Yes," he answered immediatly. "They've never had anybody but each other, and I have a feeling it's always going to be that way. It's almost not natural. But anyway, they're both only children. Ben's parents are both lawyers, and they accept the fact that he's gay, but they're not thrilled with it. They do like Darren though. Darren's father is an executive for some company and his mother is a homemaker. They're kind of overprotective, and not too comfortable with him being gay. I don't think they like me much, and they always act weird around Ben. "

    "Wait a minute. You're telling me they've never had sex with anyone but each other?!"

    "No... But they never had sex with anyone else without the other around..."

    Zidane sat up fast and looked at the other boy wide eyed. "Wait a minute... You don't mean...?"

    "Sure, they've had threesomes and foursomes with Tseng and me before." He shrugged like it was nothing.

    The blonde's jaw practically hit the ground. "No shit! That's amazing!"

    Even Rory was captivated. "I've never done anything like that."

    "Me neither!"

    Bryatt blinked, honestly surprised. "You're kidding."

    "No!" they answered at once.

    Bryatt grinned slowly and seductively. "Well, I'll have to give you guys a lesson sometime."

    "I am *so* holding you to that," Zidane said lustfully, looking Bryatt over again.

    Bryatt smiled to himself, thrilled at being checked out by the cute blonde. "So, yeah, those are my friends from home, who also happen to be my best in the world. I have a lot of other friends around here, but Reeve, Sephiroth and Lark are the only ones I hang out with pretty regularly."

    "Sephiroth's hot and cool. And Lark is just *hot*. I haven't talked to her yet, but I plan to." Zidane grinned.

    "In case you couldn't tell, Zidane's hormones rage the whole day, more than normal." Rory spoke directly to Bryatt, eyes glittering.

    "You'll have to meet our friends from Trabia Hall sometime," Zidane said, changing the subject. "They're really cool."

    "Yeah, you'd like them," Rory agreed. "That dorm sucks though. I'm so glad we're outta there. Someone tried to light it on fire once!"

    "Jesus," Bryatt muttered under his breath.

    "You'll like Edgar, Sabin, Locke, Clyde, Setzer and Gau though," Rory assured him.

    "Feel free to make fun of Clyde's name," Zidane practically giggled.

    "We call him Shadow," Rory explained, "It's his last name."

    "Are they all gay?" Bryatt had to ask.

    "No. Locke's straight! And Sabin is bi," Zidane explained once his laughter had ceased. "He's also Edgar's twin brother, but they're not identical. Cause even though Sabin's cute, Edgar is---"

    "G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S," he and Rory spelled out together, sighing dreamily in unison.

    Bryatt laughed, amused. "Do I sense a bit of lust?"

    "You sense a *lot* of lust," Zidane sighed once again, leaning back on the bed. "He can't even be called hot. He's just *gorgeous*."

    "We should hang out this weekend," Rory suggested.

    "We haven't been clubbing in awhile."

    "I love clubbing!" Bryatt broke in. "I haven't been in awhile."

    "Great." Rory grinned at him. "You'll fit right in."

    "Damn," Bryatt answered, smile playing on his lips. "Just when I was trying so hard not to."

    "Nice day, huh," Reeve commented as they cleared the last steps of the library, where he had had a book to return.

    "Yeah."

    "How was english?"

    "Okay."

    "What's on your mind?"

    Tseng didn't hide his thoughts. "I want to hold your hand."

    For a few steps, Reeve said nothing. Then finally, just when Tseng thought he would get no reply at all, Reeve moved closer, throwing an arm tightly around his shoulders.

    Tseng smiled and leaned close against him, feeling comforted in his warmth.

    "Better?"

    "Thanks."

    Reeve squeezed his shoulder, and said nothing.

  Maybe he's in his office now--no! Go in there, and *he'll* find out about it. The more off campus contact, the better.

    The hallway was alive, the sounds of various types of music intermixing. He stood there a moment, heaving a sigh.

    Yes, part of him really did belong here.

    He heard footsteps behind him, and he turned to see Reeve and Tseng coming towards him. Reeve had an arm thrown across the other boys shoulders.

    A smile pulled at the edge of his mouth, and Sephiroth rested a hand on his hip. "Okay. Who wants to tell me?"

    Tseng smiled and slipped an arm around the taller boy's waist. "Yes, Sephiroth, we *are* going out."

    "Yes we are," Reeve repeated.

    "Congratulations," he said sincerely. "Finally, what we've all been waiting for."

    "So where have you been?" Tseng asked as Reeve released his shoulder and gently and shyly took his hand instead. "You haven't been around much lately."

    "I know. Sorry." He said nothing more.

    Cocking his head to one side, Tseng gave him a funny look, but said nothing.

    "I'll be at the party tonight," he promised, heading for his room. "Has Lark been looking for me?"

    "I'm not sure, but I'm guessing yes," he answered.

    "Thanks." He went into his room.

    Once Tseng heard the door shut, he put a hand to his mouth and started to giggle.

    Reeve was amused by his almost girlish laughter. "What's so funny?"

    "He's got someone."

    "Sephiroth? Has a significant other?"

    "Yup!"

    Someone poked their head out from a door down the hall and grinned at them. "I knew I knew that girly laughter. Tseng, either cut your hair or cut out that laughter before people think you're a girl." Good natured laughter erupted from the room behind him.

    Tseng looked up, grinning. "Bryatt, if I cut my hair, you'd cry."

    "You'r right," he replied with a sigh. "And that laughter is so damn cute. Hi, Reeve."

    "Hi, Bryatt."

    "Get in here," he ordered with a grin. "And get Darren and Ben to come with you. God only knows what the hell they've been doing locked in their room all afternoon."

    "Yes, sir," Tseng answered dutifully with a fake salute. And Bryatt ducked back into the room.

    "He's ceretainly spending a lot of time with Rory," Reeve mumbled under his breath as they knocked on the door to Ben and Darren's room.

    "It's good for him," Tseng replied, clasping his hands behind his back as they waited for someone to answer. "Especially now that we're together."

    Reeve nodded, understanding.

    The door opened, and it was Ben. He smiled at them and leaned against the doorframe. "Hey there."

    "Who's there?" Darren leaned back in his chair until he could see. "Oh, hi you guys."

    "We have orders from Bryatt to take you guys in Rory and Zidane's room.,' Tseng reported.

    "Tell him we don't do orgies," Darren deadpanned, going back out of view as he set his chair straight.

    The others chuckled. "I do like Rory," Ben admitted. "So does Darren."

    "I can tell them so myself!" Darren protested, sliding up besides Ben and slipping an arm around Ben's waist. "I like Rory."

    "So we heard," Reeve said with a low chuckle.

    "What's with you today?" Tseng asked, raising an eyebrow.

    "Nothing," he replied lightly, taking Ben by the hand.  "I'm just glad it's Friday." He gave the other boy a seductive look.

    Ben pulled the door shut, eyes glued to Darren as he replied breathlessly, "Damn straight."

    "Hello?"

    "Hey. I said I would call."

    Rufus sighed, fumbling for a place to sit. He ended up in his  desk chair. "Oh. And you did."

    "What's up?"

    "Nothing."

    "Nothing? You going to the party tonight?"

    "Yeah, why not." He ran his hand over the edge of the mahogany desk. It was cheap; not like the one he had at home. All of his material things from home were rich. His father always bought him whatever he wanted. He hadn't spoken to his father in weeks.

    "I'll see you there."

    "Yeah." Rufus closed his eyes. "Let me hear it." His voice was shaking.

    "What?"

    His jaw set, Rufus clutched the edge of the desk and demanded slowly, "Tell me what I want to hear."

    "I love you," Cloud said easily. And Rufus knew he meant it.

    He sighed, hand relaxing as it dropped into his lap. "Thank you."

    He had never said it back.

    "Hey," the four said in unison.

    "Hey," Zidane returned.

    Rory was at the stereo, flipping off the Cd and flipping on the oldies station instead.  The song "In the Still of the Night" came on, and he smiled, shutting his eyes and absorbing the melody for the moment. "Ah... See? Now this is music."

    Bryatt listened silently for a moment before nodding in assent.

    Zidane said, "He drives me crazy with this stuff."

    "I love this song," Reeve blurted out. "It's like my favorite."

    "Oh yeah?" Rory shot him a lopsided grin. "Good taste."

    Reeve smiled almost shyly.

    "I love this too..." Tseng looked at Reeve with a smile playing on the edge of his mouth. In response the taller boy wrapped an arm around his waist and held him tightly against him.

    "Hey, Bryatt," Darren spoke up, leaning back against Ben's chest. The other boy slipped his arms around his waist and held him. "You inspired me today."

    "Oh yeah?" he grinned and stretched out on the bed he was laying on some more.  "What, did you go home and fuck Ben?"

    Darren blushed. For all they talked about sex, so often and so freely, besides Reeve he was easily the most embarrassed of all of them.

    "Hooray!" Bryatt said dryly. But he was smiling. "Oh hey--let's ask Zidane."

    "Ask Zidane what?" He was lounging on his own bed.

    "Ever had a multiple orgasm?"

    The blonde sat up fast. "No!"

    "See! Me neither!"

    "Me neither," sighed Ben.

    "That...makes four of us," Reeve added uneasily.

    "Top or bottom?" Bryatt asked Zidane.

    "Top," he said immediatly.

    "That's why," Darren, Tseng and Bryatt said in chorus.

    "Not everyone can get them anyway," Ben put in logically.

    "That sucks," Zidane decided, lying back down a moment. For a minute he was quiet, then he said, "Oh, Bryatt, you gonna ask your friends to come tomorrow?"

    "Of course! Guys--we're going clubbing tomorrow. Zidane and Rory are gonna invite some of their friends from Trabia Hall. Wanna come?"

    They all enthusiastically agreed to go.

    "What club?" Tseng asked, tightening an arm around Reeve's waist.

    "Inner Circle."

    "The one crawling with gay guys," Bryatt added, grinning.

    "I love that club," Tseng said.

    "Ooh! I love this song!!" Rory turned up the volume and began to sing along. "Why do you build me up, build me up, buttercup baby just to let me down, let me down, and mess me around, when you know worst of all, worst of all, you never call baby when you say you will, say you will--" he turned to Bryatt and extended both his hands as he continued, "But I love you still, I need you, I need you, more than anyone darlin'. You know that I have from the start."  The other boy accepted his hands and stood up, allowing himself to be drawn close. "Build me up, build me up, buttercup, don't break my heart."

    "You have a nice voice," Bryatt complimented, pressing a finger to his chest and raising his eyebrows provocatively.

    "And you have a nice ass," he mumbled huskily, letting one of his hands wander lower.

    Ben rolled his eyes and mumbled playfully in Darren's ear, "And they say we're disgusting."

    "Mmm," he agreed, turning his head to smile up at him. "And they're not even dating."

    "So, Bry, you wanna know what I was laughing at before?"

    "Giggling at," Bryatt corrected with a grin, turning his head to look at Tseng as Rory pressed a kiss to his neck. "And yes. I think we all do."

    "Sephiroth's in a relationship."

    Bryatt's eyes widened and he pressed out of Rory's arms, prompting a frown from the other boy. "Oh really? With who?"

    Tseng shrugged. "I don't know. All I can tell is that he is."

    "Is that your sixth sense?" Darren teased.

    "He doesn't want to talk about it. At *all*," he went on.

    Bryatt shrugged. "Maybe he'll talk at the party."

    "Only if he's drunk," Ben interjected.

    "Another great song!!" Rory announced, turning up the volume further.

    "We won't hear music like this at the party tonight," Zidane sighed, streching out and resting with his hands behind his head. "And good thing!"

    Rory started singing along to "MY Boyfriend's Back" and Bryatt squinted, studying Ben's neck. "Is that a hickey?"

    "Yup." He said proudly, reaching up to touch it. "I feel so cheap." Darren nudged him in the stomach and he chuckled, kissing his head tenderly. "I'm kidding."

    "I'm hickey-less for once," Tseng pouted, touching his own neck.

    "If someone *breathes* on you too hard you get a hicket," Bryatt commented, laughing playfully as Rory dragged him near again, hands cupping his ass. "What's wrong with you, Reeve?"

    He blushed a bit in response to being singled out.

    "Don't worry," Tseng assured his boyfriend, giving his cheek a pat. "You'll have me covered in no time."

    Reeve smiled a little and kissed him quickly on the mouth.

    Tseng smiled back, his cheeks glowing just a bit.

    "Jesus," Bryatt exhaled as he came back with Ben, a beer in hand for himself, Tseng and Rory. "I can barely breathe in here."

    "I'm surprised I didn't get trampled." Ben kept a beer for himself, and handed one to Reeve. To Darren he produced a can of Sprite. "I got you a soda, baby."

    "Thanks, sweetheart." He rewarded his lover with a quick kiss and popped the top. It hissed.

    "You don't drink?" Rory asked, taking a sip of beer.

    Darren shook his head no while he swallowed. "No. I'm a bio major. I don't do anything that's even remotely unhealthy."

    "Hence why he's only remotely fun," Bryatt kidded. Darren shot him a hard look, giving him a definite sign that the joke was not apprciated. The other boy grew serious and put a hand on his arm. "I kid ya cause I love ya, Dar."

    "I know," Darren mumbled, giving him a small smile that told Bryatt his apology was accepted.

    "I barely drink myself," Ben shrugged.

    "That's cool." Rory paused a moment, then said after a moment of thoughtful silence, "You know, I've never been actually drunk."

    "Oh god, I have," Bryatt half spoke, half laughed. "Between me and Tseng... God." He grinned. "Hell, at least I quit smoking."

    "Finally," added Darren.

    "Hey, where's Zidane?" Tseng looked around, searching for the petite blonde.

    "Already at work." Rory pointed to where his roommate was flirting with Zack.

    "He'll get promoted fast," quirked Bryatt.

    "Hey, guys!"

    They turned to see Lark waving and pushing her way through the crowd, a can of Sprite displayed in her own hand. "What's up?"

    "Hey, Lark," they greeted her.

    "Sephiroth here yet?" Tseng questioned.

    She shrugged, and it was obvious she didn't really want to talk about it. "Don't worry about it." Smiling, she introduced herself to the newcomer. "Hi, you must be Rory. I'm Lark, the girl's RA."

    "Nice to meet you," he shook hands with her. "I've heard a lot about you. Especially from my roommate. He thinks you're hot."

    "Zidane?" she giggled a little. "Yes, we just met a little while ago. He's pretty cute." She blushed a little as she next addressed Bryatt, though failed to look at him. "Bryatt, have you seen Rufus around?"

    "Don't know, don't care," he answered, swallowing a sip of beer. "Why?"

    "Just wondering," she rushed. "Look, I'm gonng look for Seph. See you guys later."

    They exchanged good-byes and she disappeared into the crowd.

    "She seems cool," Rory commented.

    "She is," Ben assured him.

    "She used to date Reeve," Bryatt put it.

    "Oh." Rory paused a moment to look at the boy in question. "You mean before you knew you were gay?"

    "No..."  A little color came to his cheeks as he whispered, "Before I realized I loved Tseng. I'm actually bi."

    "Oh." Rory blinked, and then he whispered loudly, "Why are we whispering?"

    Bryatt coughed twice, inserting the word 'closet' between.

    "Oh," said Rory for a third time.

    "My," finished Bryatt with a grin. Rory gave him a good natured smack.

    "Just for now," Tseng spoke up quickly.

    "Has to be," Ben put in, a grin around the edge of his lips. "Tseng's so out I don't think there's anyone that knows he's not gay."

    "Oh Tse~eng!" A voice, almost horribly feminine chirped. Poor Tseng nearly choked on his sip of beer as he turned around to see Elena coming towards him, grinning from ear to ear in a low cut halter top.

    Everyone froze.

    "Uh...you sure about that, sweetie?" Darren muttered.

    "What the fuck?!" Reeve half whispered.

    "What the hell's the appeal of cleavage?" Rory murmured to Bryatt.

    "Are you kidding, honey?" he replied softly. "Why don't you ask a straight guy what's the appeal of a dick?"

    Elena's smile probably could have blinded someone as she came up to Tseng's side. "Hi, Tseng! I thought I saw you over here, so I decided to come over and say hi!"

    Immediatly, every one of his friends knew they would have to get him out of this situation without him having to tell her: I am gay.

    There was only one way to do that.

    Ben started to nuzzle Darren, who of course, nuzzled back.

    Rory put his hand on Bryatt's ass. In turn, Bryatt slung an arm around his waist.

    Reeve, *very* tentively, rested a hand on Tseng's shoulder.

    Elena looked a little uneasy.

    "Hi," Tseng said, going up to cover Reeve's hand with his own. He smiled a little, subconciously telling her, 'Don't bother hitting on me'.

    She did look a little flustered. "Uh... So, how are you?"

    "Great," he answered honestly. "And you?"

    "Um, I'm okay. Uh..." she was eyeing the other guys, who were all staring at her, with increasing uneasiness. "I better get back to my friends. See ya!" The blonde scampered off.

    "I hope we didn't come off as mean," Darren muttered, caressing Ben's cheek as they continued to nuzzle contentedly.

    "She's a nice girl. And I like girls. I just don't like to fuck them," Tseng said, squeezing Reeve's hand a little before releasing it. "Thanks, love."

    Reeve mumbled a 'welcome'.

    "I guess... Everyone doesn't know you're gay after all."

    "I bet they don't think you're gay either, Bry."

    "What?!" he exclaimed, shocked. "No way. Come on, I make no secret of it. I might as well go around with a t-shirt that says 100% Queer!"

    Ben just shrugged.

    "Don't worry," Rory purred, giving the shorter boy's ass a squeeze. "I'll keep my hand right here and everyone will know."

    "What is your obession with my ass?" Bryatt asked, not minding in the least.

    "You have a nice ass!" he pointed out.

    "Oh, look. There's Rufus." Darren pointed to where the blonde, dressed in full black, was talking to Cloud and looking quite reluctant as he did so.

    "He's talking to Cloud?" Bryatt scrunched up his brow. "I never saw them together before."

   "Odd..."

    "I wonder why Lark's looking for him," Reeve wondered.

    "He may be nice to look at, but he's no good for conversation." Bryatt finished off the last of his beer. "Damn. I'm out. Who wants to brave the sea of people with me?"

    "I'll have to go if I'm going to keep my hand on your ass," grinned Rory, meeting Bryatt's eyes.

    The other boy's eyes sparkled in response. "Better hold on tight then. I don't want us to get seperated. Then I might have to fend off a sea of cleavage bearing girls!"

    "He's gay," she sniffed. "He is! And so are like all this friends!"

    "Even Bryatt?" Selphie asked worriedly, and when Elena nodded, she made a pouty face. "Damn! And he's so hot!"

    "Reeve's gay too?" Shell breathed.

    "I guess." Elena wiped away the last of her tears. "He had his hand on Tseng's shoulder like he was telling me to leave his man alone!"

    "This is interesting," Rinoa commented, puffing on her cigarette.

    "But I love him! How can he be gay!" she sighed, totally dismayed.

    "You'll find someone else," Selphie said, trying to console her.

    "Look, tomorrow we'll get some ice cream, rent a chick flick, and paint each other's nails. That'll take your mind off it," Rinoa suggested.

    While Elena nodded, trying not to start crying again, Shell, searching the crowd for person on her mind, mumbled, "I can't believe Reeve is *gay*."

    Two strong, familiar hands covered her eyes.

    "Guess who."

    The deep, definitely masculine voice was familiar too. She smiled. "Sephy!"

    He realeased her, grumbling. "I hate that name."

    She hugged him with a grin. "I'm so glad to see you! I thought you wouldn't come at all!"

    "He had a dinner to go to," he told her softly, sipping at his beer.

    "Oh." She paused a moment, a little disappointed. "Well, I'm glad you're here. I missed you."

    "I thought you would."

    "Are you doing anything tomorrow?" she ventured. "I thought maybe we could--"

    "I'm going over his house tomorrow," he cut her off as he met her eyes.

    "Oh." She stopped again, trying not to show her disappointment. "That's okay."

    "I'm sorry," he apoligized. But it didn't really sound like he wanted to say it.

    "No, it's okay," she said, trying to shrug it off, trying to remind herself that it would change. "I understand."

    Sephiroth bit his lip. "Maybe you could come."

    "What??" she gave him a funny look, and nearly burst out laughing. "I don't think you want me there."

    "Why not? You could come and have lunch with us. Hell--we could even go swimming. Vincent has an indoor pool."

    Her eyes lit up. "Really? How cool is that?" Before accepting, she paused and gave him a knowing look. "You better mean you want me to come, because once I say yes you can't take it back."

    "I want you to come." And he meant it. "I really want you to meet him. It's hard having to hide it."

    She reached out and took his hand. "I understand, Seph."

    Sephiroth squeezed her hand back, giving her a thankful look before he tugged her forward suddenly. She let out a gasp of surprise, laughing a little.

    "What the hell--"

    He started dragging her towards the makeshift dance floor.

    She forgot all about Rufus.

    "Sorry," Cloud replied hastily. "Look, if you're not going to move from the wall, why don't we go back to your room?"

    "Mine?" Rufus' eyes widened slightly. "Why mine?"

    "My roommate *always* comes back to mine with people he picks up." He indicated to where Zack and Zidane were very obviously flirting. "So we have to go back to yours."

    Well, Bryatt didn't come back last time... He still hesitated a moment, not sure if he wanted to go at all.

    "I love you," Cloud reminded him.

    This party blows anyway. "All right." Rufus turned and started walking before even finishing his sentence. "Let's go."

    "I still want you," Darren announced, slamming the door behind them. Ben started backing towards the bed, shedding his shirt. Darren shed his own. "Your turn to lie there, look beautiful and moan for me." He embraced the taller boy, kissing him like he was starving and Ben was the only food for miles.

    "Mmm... Bed...." Ben mumbled before his mouth was covered again.

    "Floor," Darren decided, pulling him down so they were both on their knees. He started pressing kisses to Ben's face, and then down to his neck and chest.

    "Oh, god..." Ben moaned, tangling his fingers in the other boy's hair and leaning his head back, eyes falling half open. "You drive me *crazy*--ugh--Darren!"

    Darren blew a thin stream of air over a nipple. "Lay down, Ben." He pushed gently on Ben's stomach, and he--gladly--did as he was told.

    Then he seized Darren's lips.

    And for a long time he wouldn't let him go. They kissed and kissed, Darren coming to kneel between Ben's legs and lean over him, forcing their hips together. Ben had both of his hands engulfed in his boyfriend's dark hair, feasting on his tongue.

    Finally, he had to pull away, gasping as he held a hand against Darren's chest. "Stop--" he panted. "Or I'll come."

    Darren blinked, not really believing it. "Really?"

    He was so breathless he just had to nod.

    An almost evil grin came to Darren's face, and with lightning quick speed he unbuttoned and unzipped Ben's jeans, sliding down his pants and boxers over his hips at once. Then he ducked down and took the impressive length of Ben's erection entirely into his mouth.

    Ben cried out so sharply it was nearly inaudible as he pulled at the short curls atop Darren's head. "Ah!! Darren!"

    Darren sucked a bit, loving the strangled cries escaping his boyfriend's throat. They were so quiet during sex for the most part that they were almost undetectable. In fact, Tseng and Bryatt had even walked in on them once. That had been embarassing--not from Tseng and Bryatt.

    "Ah! Ah! Ah! Darren!"

    He felt Ben tense, knowing it would take just a little more to push him over the edge.

    So he hummed.

    And Ben came.

    He didn't just come, he had a mind blowing orgasm. His back arched as he clawed at Darren's scalp. The other boy quite greedily swallowed the gush of seed that flowed into his mouth, and then drew away, licking it from his lips. Ben lay there in the aftermath, panting, hands sprawled at his sides. He was barely away of where he was.

    "Do I have any hair left?" Darren teased gently, coming to lay besides Ben, resting his palm on the still heaving chest. "I'm guessing I did pretty well. And boy do you look beautiful right now." He pressed a kiss to his cheek.

    "Oh god." Ben fumbled, throwing an exhausted arm around Darren. "I can't imagine anyone else getting that kind of reaction out of me."

    "Good," mutter Darren with a pleased smile, pressing another kiss to the sweaty skin.

    "Ah... Darling..." He rolled on his side, taking Darren in his arms and drawing him close, appreciatively inhaling the scent of his shampoo. "I love you so damn much."

    "Love you too." Another kiss, and then he asked, "Bed?"

    "Not yet." Ben grinned, summoned the rest of his strength, and pinned Darren. The smaller boy yelped, surprised, and his breathing picked up as Ben settled between his legs and began to frantically press kisses down his torso. "Beautiful," he mumbled, quickly getting the fly of the cordaroy's open and pulling them down. "God, Dar, were you this hard before, or did this come while you were sucking me off?"

    "When we were kissing actually," he gasped as Ben worked off his boxer briefs. "But I was half there before we walked through the door.

    "Hm." Ben smiled and licked his lips a bit as Darren's erection was revealed to him. "I'll have to take care of it, since I caused it." He leaned down and flicked his tongue over the head.

    Lifting his hips slightly, Darren whined a bit, seeking out his lover's hand and taking it firmly in his own. "Ben..."

    Ben was kissing his boyfriend's cock, working his way down the underside. Darren was moaning ever so softly, and Ben held his hips down so he wouldn't thrust up. Not yet.

    "Yes, Ben... Oh... Oh please..." he whispered, eyes closing.

    Ben, overcome with lust and love, took the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the top before poking it into the slit and lapping up the precum that had gathered there.  The first time he had ever given Darren oral sex it had only lasted about a minute, and he had been quick to come ever since. For some reason, he was hyper sensitive to it.

    "Oh!! Oh god!!" he tightened his grip on Ben's hand, the other hand coming to tangle in his own slightly curly hair. "Ben--ah!!"

    Ben took more into his mouth, keeping up his movements and letting go of Darren's hips, allowing him to start movings. He did so, crying out softly as he felt his shaft slide in and out between Ben's soft lips.

    "Ahhh!! --God..." He mewled, body clenching as he surrendered to his lover's talented mouth and came, panting and moaning softly as the release flowed through him.

    After Ben had swallowed it all, he crawled up and embraced Darren, who was trembling at little. This was normal. "How'd I do, baby?"

    Darren laughed weakly. "Do you even have to ask?" Then he yawned. "Aw... no..."

    "That's okay, babe." Ben affectionatly kissed his forehead. "I'm done too. I think you wore me out this afternoon."

    "Let's get into bed."

    Letting their clothing litter the floor, the two crawled into Ben's bed. It hadn't been built for two people, but they made do with it. Besides, they always slept wrapped around one another.

    "It's only midnight," Darren mumbled, eyes closing as he snuggled against Ben's smooth chest. "And I'm wiped."

    Ben smiled and ran his fingers through the soft black hair, tightly embracing the other boy and sighing happily. "I know, Dar. I know."

    "'Night, love."

    "Night, sweetheart."

    And neither had trouble falling asleep.

    Yes, Reeve most certainly liked to be rimmed. Tseng wouldn't be surprised if those still left at the party heard him yelling. He was pushing back onto Tseng's tongue, and the smaller boy quite happily complied, holding his legs in place.

    "Oh-- OH! Tseng! Don't stop!"

    He had no intention of stopping. They had left the party about half an hour ago and had been going at it like animals since.

    Reeve started to jerk himself off, and Tseng fumbled for his hand, pulling it away, despite Reeve's loud protest.

    "Don't cheat," he said before resuming his activity, sticking his tongue up into the other boy.

    "HOLY SHIT!" cried Reeve, pushing back even more urgently. "Oh please, Tseng! Touch me! I'll do anything you want!"

    The plea was well heard, and something Tseng thought he could have quite a bit of fun with. Surpressing a grin, he continued to lick Reeve out as he reached to stroke his lover's erection. Reeve let out an appreciative moan and then sighed.

    "Oh, yes... So good..."

    Tseng made small posessive moans as he worked. Reeve's breathing was picking up and coming harder, and his muscles were becoming tenser. It wouldn't be much longer...

    And it wasn't. One more brush of his tongue inside Reeve's body, and the other boy lost it, shuddering and coming with a strangled cry into Tseng's cry. He then collapsed on his stomach, panting and feeling drained. It seemed, with Tseng, that each orgasm got more and more intense. "Shit... That was fantastic."

    "I know," Tseng bragged, placing a few kisses along Reeve's spine. "I could tell."

    "Thank you," Reeve spoke up, turning his head. "You're so good to me."

    "Because I love you," he replied logically.

    "Whatever you want, I'll do," Reeve promised. "I mean it. Just give me...another minute."

    Tseng knew exactly what he wanted Reeve to do. And it was simple enough. "I just want you to fuck me as hard as you can."

    Reeve turned his head and blinked again. "Oh, baby. You got it."

    A condom and a jar of lubricant was grabbed before they leaned forward to kiss. Reeve was quick to arouse, and arouse he did while their tongues tangled together.

    "God, I love kissing you," Reeve sighed as they drew away.

    Tseng kissed him one more time for the hell of it. "I'd be happy just kissing you all night."

    "We can do that the rest of the night." Reeve grabbed the condom and the lubricant. "Right now..." he got himself prepared, standing by the side of the bed. Tseng laid down, the bed being high enough that Reeve could enter him while standing.

    "Do I need to stretch you?"

    "No--god no, just do it."

    Reeve obligued, sliding Tseng's legs over his shoulders before pushing forward. "God--you're so--*tight*. How can this not--ah...--hurt you?"

    Tseng arched towards the intrusion, already flushed and panting. "Good-- Reeve--"

    Once he was fully inside, Reeve sighed, enjoying the feeling of being where he was. Where he had always desired to be. "God I love you."

    "Love you too," Tseng panted. "Oh, Reeve."

    Not wanting to waste anther moment, Reeve started to thrust.

    As always, he moaned loudly while pounding into Tseng. And Tseng lay gasping, clutching at the sheets and mewling Reeve's name occasionally.

    "Ugh... Ugh..."

    "Oh, Reeve... Oh, REEVE! Oh yes!! Right there! --Harder please!"

    Tseng cried out 'harder' a lot, even when Reeve thought it was impossible to go any further without hurting him.

    The smaller boy seemed to be even more reactive this time. His back was arched, and was even thrashing a little.

    "Oh, Reeve, oh Reeve, yes--" His ankles hooked around the other boy's neck, and Reeve knew he wasn't going to last much longer at this rate.

    Another surprise was that Tseng came first. And Reeve had never seen anything like it. He whimpered as usual, gave a soft keening cry as he arched his back completely and came with a gasp. But even after all the semen had finished coming, his back remained arched as he continued to cry out, nearly ripping the sheets in the midst of this.

    Sometime soon after, Reeve came with a shudder and groan. Tseng was gasping as he relaxed, and Reeve gently pulled out, throwing away the condom before crawling into bed, confused as he drew Tseng close into his arms. He was smiling.

    "What the heck was that?" Reeve asked. "You-- God--"

    "Congratulations," Tseng said neatly, cutting him off. "You gave me a multiple orgasm."

    Reeve paused, and then he grinned, pleased with himself. "Oh yeah? Awesome." He kissed the other boy on the nose. "It looked intense."

    "It is." Tseng sighed. "And now I'm done."

    Reeve was tired too, and he sighed as well, drawing Tseng close. "You know what else?"

    "What?"

    "I gave you a hickey."

    Tseng grinned.

    And make out they did.

    Bryatt was half sitting on a chair. Rory was kneeling before him, kissing him posessively, hot and wet, one hand resting on the other boy's hard crotch as he gently rubbed at it. Bryatt's hands were on his shoulders.

    "Oh god--" The words came strangled past Bryatt's lips before his mouth was covered again, the taller boy getting up off his knees and crawling over him, rubbing more insistanly at his crotch and kissing him deeper and deeper.

    After several minutes of this, Bryatt practically had to tear their lips apart. "Ah.. God... Rory... We can't have sex here..."

    Rory was placing kisses down his neck. "My room?"

    "Yes... Yes... Ah..." He bent his head back, letting Rory suck at his neck. He knew they had to move, but part of him really didn't want to.

    "Come on." Rory got up suddenly, seizing Bryatt's hand and tugging him back in the direction of his room.

    The hallway had been deserted, and even all the garbage had been picked up. Everyone knew the consequences of the party, things always got messy, and no one dared to leave it so and face the wrath of Sephiroth.

    They were slow moving. Rory kept stopping to pin him against the wall, to kiss him and rub up against him. Bryatt would give a long moan and then quite happily trot after him a few steps more.

    Finally, they had made it to Rory's door, and they were making out against it rather than going inside. Bryatt's shirt had been pushed up as Rory roughly explored the skin underneath, seizing his mouth and pressing against him.

    "Oh... Rory..."

    "God... You're so god damn hot." Rory finally paused to open the door at long last, when he stopped. "Oh, fuck!"

    "What?" Bryatt asked, panting as he wondered what the hold up was.

    "I'm out of condoms."

    "Fuck," he cursed. Then he paused as his eyes lit up. "What am I thinking--I have a ton in my room."

    "Thank god." Rory grabbed him around the waist and started to back him towards his own room. "Because if I had to go without fucking you, I'd go crazy." Bryatt's back hit his own door, and Rory once more started to eagerly make out with him.

    Bryatt reached back, grasping the handle, knowing he left it unlocked.

    But the door was locked. Frowning, Bryatt furrowed his brow as he swore he had left it unlocked. Maybe he was mistaken. "Mmm.. It's locked." Gently pushing Rory off of him, he turned to fish his key out of his pocket and get the door opened.

    "Hurry up," Rory begged, pressing his erection against Bryatt's lovely ass. "God-- Hurry up so I can strip you."

    "I'm hurrying," he mumbled, a bit distracted by the feel of Rory thrusting against him. He managed finally to get the key in the slot and turn it, opening the door. He then quickly pocked the key and opened the room to them.

    They both stopped, frozen, as even the thoughts of sex were banished from their minds.

    At least...sex between them.

    Because there, tangled amoung the white sheets, were Rufus and Cloud...

    ...In the midst of fucking.

    "Holy shit," Bryatt gasped.

    Rory just stood there.

    Rufus pushed Cloud off of him, grabbing at the sheet and wrapping it around his waist. "What the FUCK are you doing?"

    Bryatt almost laughed at the question, his mouth falling open. "What the fuck am *I* doing? Coming in my room to get something. What the fuck are *you* doing, Mr. 'Ew you're gay'?!"

    Cloud looked very embarassed, and tried to hide his face.

    "Shut the door," Rufus ordered. And when no one moved he ordered, "Shut the GOD DAMN door!"

    Rory finally complied, tugging shut the door. Even *he* looked embarassed.

    "So you are gay," Bryatt spoke up.

    "No," Rufus told him. He refused to look at his roommate.

    "No?? Then you're bi," he figured.

    "What does it matter, okay?" he looked up, his blue eyes flashing with a pierceness that Bryatt had never seen before. And he had seen his share of nasty looks from Rufus.  "Just don't tell ANYONE."

    "Okay," Bryatt said, a bit taken back.

    "I mean it, Bryatt," he snapped. "Don't tell *anyone*. Not even your stupid friends."

    "Okay, I won't tell. You can trust me." He was sincere. Bryatt was never one to lie.

    Rufus looked at Rory, and said nothing. Rory only nodded that he too would keep quiet.

    Cloud moaned in annoyance and fell back on the pillows.

    Not sure what else to do, Bryatt grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer. "I won't be back tonight, so... Do what you want."

    "Fuck you," Rufus shot back.

    Bryatt paused and gave him the nastiest glare he could summon. It was not something he did often, as he was not a person who got angry easily. But once he was brought to anger, it took him time to back off. "Don't bother." Then he turned and stormed right out.

    Rory slammed the door behind him, because he sure didn't bother. Bryatt wasn't sure what he was angry at. Angry at Rufus for being a hypocrite, angry at him for being a jerk... It didn't matter. All he knew was that he felt like strangling something.

    Instead he headed straight for Rory's room, where the door was unlocked, and went in, pacing. Rory followed him in and shut the door softly.

    "What the hell!!" Bryatt exclaimed, his voice consumed with not only his rage but his almost tearful emotion. "That fucking hypocrite! He gives me shit for being gay, and there he goes fucking another guy! What the fuck is that about! Oh *god* that bastard! Then he begs me not to tell anyone! And I won't, even if I should because he's a jackass!! Argh!!" He clenched his fists together, and Rory grabbed him and turned him around, holding him firmly by the shoulders. "God-- What am I saying--"

    Rory was shocked as Bryatt began to cry.

    He became no sobbing mess, he just cried quietly, a few tears spilling down his cheeks. He allowed Rory to draw him near, his head resting on the taller boy's shoulder. The other boy nuzzled him a bit as he cried, hands travelling up and down his back soothingly.

    Drawing away a minute later, Bryatt backed off, wiping his eyes clear. "Sorry. It just... I shouldn't have yelled. Maybe he's confused, I don't know. I just... I hate hypocrisy!"

    "You okay?"

    "I'm not a big crier." He managed to smile a bit, wiping away the last of his tears. "Sorry. I think it's because you got my emotions all worked up beforehand."

    "It's okay." Rory gave him a gentle smile. He made no move forward. "So...what do you want to do?"

    Bryatt fingered the condom he held between his fingers, a coy smile making its way to his lips. He met Rory's eyes, and the other boy wetted his lips in anticipation. "I didn't go through all that shit for nothing."

    "Great." He grinned as he strode up to Bryatt, wrapping an arm around his waist and once against resting his hand on the rounded curve of his ass. "Because I've been dying to get my lips onto that ass of yours all night."

    Bryatt grinned at him, and reached for the fly of his jeans.

    When he was done rimming him, Rory urged him to get up onto his knees, holding him firmly by the hips and stretching him throughly before positioning himself for entrance. Bryatt moaned and pushed back, crying out softly as Rory entered him. The taller boy fumbled for the other boy's hand, knowing he wanted to hold it. And Bryatt did. He took it and grabbed it, holding onto it tight as he bit back the inital pain.

    And then they moved together, Rory pounding into him with long, hard strokes. Bryatt was moaning and pushing back, feeling beads of sweat roll down his forehead. He held his hand tightly, almost stopping the flow of blood. They were both stroking his cock, and Bryatt moaned at the incredible sensation. He hadn't had sex this good, this passionate, in a long time.

    "You drive me crazy, Bryatt," Rory gasped, pushing harder, his breathing course and heavy. "You're beautiful." He meant it much deeper than physical appearence.

    They both came shortly after that, and they both collapsed on the bed, Rory still on top, still inside. He made no move to pull out, and Bryatt didn't really want him to.

    Rory planted a few kisses on the side of neck, and then was quiet for a long time. Bryatt too, said nothing, and closed his eyes.

    "Tired?" Bryatt asked, turning his head to accept another press of the other boy's lips.

    "Yeah," was the reply. "And I'm thinking."

    "You still have brain cells left for that?" he teased, smiling as he felt another kiss.

    "You're so different in bed."

    "Oh?"

    "You're nothing like I expected."

    "Disappointed?"

    "No! No!!" he insisted. "Not at all." He paused a moment, thinking of a way to phrase it correctly. "You're such a big mouth. I didn't expect you to get shy about sex."

    Bryatt chuckled lightly. "Never judge a book by it's cover. Hell, I thought Rufus was straight."

    "Don't worry about that now." Rory's voice was becoming mused with sleep as he pressed one last sweet kiss to Bryatt's skin. "Want me to pull out?"

    "No," he replied, falling asleep already, lulled by the other boy's soft breathing. "No. This is good."

    And it definitely was.