“Come on, Lark!” Suzie called, impatiently tapping her foot. Where was that girl? She stuck her head into the ramble room. “Lark!”

Lark was standing by the door looking at Treize, Zechs, Sephiroth, Vincent and Tseng worriedly. “You better be good.” (heh heh. I know what’s coming)

Treize smiled dashingly. “Aren’t we always?” (no…I recall what happened last time…)

She frowned. “No! You’re the exact opposite!”

“Come on!” Suzie insisted, beginning to get uncharacteristically whiny. “We’re gonna miss the show!” (we sure are ^_^)

“All right…” Lark sighed. She looked the guys over once more. “We’re going out for Suzie’s birthday. We’ll be back soon. Be good.”

“Oh we will,” Treize replied with a wink. (no you won’t)

Lark shook her and she and Suzie left the five guys alone.

“This is going to be too much fun,” Treize decided, grinning devilishly as he so often did when he thought about sex. “Zechs, darling, lock the door.”

He did.

“Um….what’s going?” Tseng asked uncertainly. (*laughs*)

Sephiroth said, “it’s best not to ask.”

Zechs turned, eyes set on Sephiroth with a predatory glare, and wicked smile on his pale face. “You’re mine.”

Sephiroth met the blonde’s eyes with a playful grin. “Come and get me.”

Zechs strode over to the other man and took him forcefully into his arms. “Got you.” They leaned in towards each other and their lips met in a forceful kiss.

Vincent raised an eyebrow and looked at Tseng.

Tseng looked back at him and shrugged.

Treize smiled. “You must excuse me, but Sephiroth told me about you two.”

Tseng raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“….what did he tell you?” Vincent asked warily. (what do you think?!)

“Only that you were like us.”

Tseng eyes fell upon Zechs and Sephiroth attacking each other with their lips. “Oh yes…” he answered in a trance. (I don’t blame him)

Treize rubbed his hands together. “Wonderful.” (I’d be rubbing my hands together if I was him too!)

Sephiroth moaned as the lightning baron sucked at the corded muscle of his neck.

“Angel?” Vincent said sadly. (poor vincent. he’s left out of the action)

“Vincent!” Sephiroth gasped. “Give me….a minute…”

The General looked the Turk up and down several times. “You’re just my type…” he decided in a husky voice, coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around his lean waist. He buried his face in Tseng’s long, black hair and sighed. “So beautiful…”

Tseng found his breath was caught in his throat as his pulse quickened up “Oh?”

“Oh yes…” Treize began to gently plant nipping kisses on Tseng’s neck.

The Turk moaned, moving his head to one side to give Treize better access.

Sephiroth and Zechs were already stripping the clothes off one another and tossing them aside in their fit of passion, lips locked together. (they waste no time…)

Vincent crossed his arms and frowned as he watched them.

Treize looked up at Zechs and Sephiroth who were going at it like their plane was going down. Their bare chests were pressed closely together as they frantically ate at one another’s lips. The lightning baron’s hands were not too gently trying to get Sephiroth’s pants undone. “Can’t you two keep your hands off one another for five minutes?”

“Treize…” Tseng begged, eyes closed. “Kiss me more.”

“That’s one request I can’t ignore.” Smiling, Treize turned the Turk in his arms and gently captured his lips.

“*Angel*,” Vincent demanded, tapping his foot.

“Oh, Vincent!” Sephiroth panted, extending his arms to reach for his koi (lover) while Zechs got to his knees, tugging the leather pants off. “Come to me.” (me: okay! Wait. He was calling vincent :p)

This is so kinky, Vincent thought, but he went anyway, of course. He was not one to turn down his angel’s beckoning. (who the hell is?)

Sephiroth reached out, running his fingers through the long black strands of the former Turk’s hair before bringing the older man’s lips to his.

Treize stripped Tseng of his suit jacket without letting their lips part. The Turk was not forceful in the least as he sensuously stroked his tongue against the younger man’s.

Zechs was pulling off Sephiroth’s pants with a crazed expression, as if he about to discover the Holy Grail instead of just…well….yeah (hehe. No comment) “These things are so damn tight!” he griped, “what happens when you get an erection?”

Sephiroth went to answer, but Vincent spoke instead. “You might as well ask what happens every five minutes.” (can’t argue there)

Zechs erupted into laughter.

The Jenova fused man narrowed his eyes. “Vincent!” (can’t argue with the truth, babe)

The former Turk shrugged meekly. “It’s true.”

“You’ll have to pay for that remark,” Sephiroth growled playfully as he began undressing the older man. (eh, he just wanted an excuse ^_~)

Zechs grinned as he finally stripped Sephiroth of all his clothing. “Gods you’re beautiful….” He sighed, running his fingers over that washboard stomach. “I don’t know where to begin…” He eyed the enticing erection in front of him. (no comment ^_~)

The green eyed man emitted a half choked laugh as he stripped Vincent to the waist and ran his hands over that pale, scarred skin. “How about between my legs?” Then he smiled hazily, bringing his face towards the older man’s. “Always so beautiful, my Vincent.” They kissed again.

“What, you mean here?” Zechs stroked at his inner thigh playfully.

Vincent  began sweetly kissing his angels’ face which let Sephiroth growl, “you’re such a bastard, Zechs.”

Treize shed Tseng’s shirt before shedding his own, and ran his hands through the long black hair, letting it fall like water before he leaned in to kiss that inviting neck. “I hear the object of your affection won’t come out of the closet.”

“Reeve…” Tseng growled as the young General grazed his teeth over an up thrust nipple. “It’s very….frustrating.” (to say the least)

Treize chuckled and he stroked Tseng’s hard member through his pants. “Yes, I can see that.”

“Gods!” Tseng gasped, tangling his fingers in the younger man’s ginger colored hair. He unconsciously humped Treize’s teasing hand, knees shaking as the pleasure from Treize’s hand and mouth overwhelmed him. “Oh yes, Treize! Please!”

Zechs took pity on poor Sephiroth and began stroking his throbbing shaft in torturously slow movements. (pity?! There are two hot guys waiting to fuck his brains out!)

Sephiroth threw his head back and groaned, edging towards that teasing hand as Vincent’s lips slid down his throat. “Argh! Zechs!” His hands moved to tangle in that lovely blonde hair. (damn straight it’s lovely!)

Zechs chuckled.

“IT’S NOT FUNNY!!” roared Sephiroth.

Vincent winced, pulling away for a moment. “Angel, my ears.”

Green eyes met crimson ones. “I’m so hard it hurts,” he whimpered.

Vincent caressed Sephiroth’s cheek with his hand, and simultaneously griped the back of Zech’s head with his claw. “I’ll fix it, angel.”

“Huh?” Zechs tried to turn around but before he knew it Sephiroth’s shaft was down his throat.

“Oh gods yes!” yelled Sephiroth as the wet heat griped his member. “Thank you, Vincent!”

The former Turk smirked. “Any time.”

“Very funny,” grinned Zechs, speaking around the….um…obstruction in his throat. (heh heh) But he gladly sucked away at the pulsing manhood in his mouth, swirling his tongue around as the silver haired man moaned in satisfaction.

Treize continued to bite lightly at the Turks’ nipple as he stroked him harder and harder through the confining fabric of his pants. He held the older man on his feet, as he was shaking too badly to do so on his own.

“Oh please….” Tseng moaned, head falling back as he gasped for air. “Please, I….” He reached down to unbutton his pants and be free of it, but Treize swatted his hand away.

“Allow me.” Slowly he popped the first button, chuckling to himself as he did so. He could hear the Turk’s ragged breathing and decided to be actually nice for a change and pulled the rest off him, leaving him in his boxers.

Unfortunately, in order to do so, Treize had to take his hands away where he had been holding the older man up. “Treize…I can’t—“ Tseng crumbled to the ground, throwing his arms around the General’s neck.

“You are a delightful little thing,” chuckled Treize, turning his head to look at Tseng.

“Kiss me,” he requested. They both leaned forward, mouths fusing together with a contented moan from both of them.

Vincent sucked diligently at Sephiroth’s collar bone and the silver haired man was groaning, muttering words of encouragement to both of the handsome men working on him. (*chuckles*)

Zechs deep throated the whole thing, causing the older man to cry out even louder than before. He poked his tongue into the slit, already tasting some of the salty liquid pooling there.

“Yes….yes, Zechs! Almost….almost…almost,” panted Sephiroth.

Vincent ran his fingers through the long, silver hair and whispered, “I love you” in his ear.

That did it, and Sephiroth cried out, pulsing his release into Zech’s waiting mouth. Then he collapsed to the ground, panting for breath. “Ah….Zechs….” he sighed with a tired smile. “You are too talented.” He then looked at Vincent, who kneeled besides him, lovingly caressed his cheek and mouthed ‘I love you too’.  (aw ^_^)

Zechs licked his lips and turned around. “Treize?”

“Mmmmm…..busy,” muttered the General between short, needy kisses to Tseng.

Zechs shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

“Why….am….I….the…only one…naked?” Sephiroth panted as he sat up. (better do something that that, dammit!!)

Zechs got down besides and stroked Sephiroth’s muscular chest. “We like it that way.” (too bad!! The author don’t!)

The Jenova fused angel got a predatory glint in his eye and he pounced on the lightning baron, pinning him to the ground. “I don’t.” He went to undo Zech’s pants but stopped. “Well…unless you don’t want too…” he very lightly brushed over Zechs’ erection with his fingertips.

Zechs hissed, arching towards those fingers. “Oh, I want it. I definitely want it.”

Sephiroth kissed Zechs deeply first, their tongues battling in an eruption of heat and desire.

“Zechs….” The green eyed man whispered once the kiss was broken. His lips were positioned near the blonde’s ear as he nuzzled against his neck. “Zechs… I want you to fuck me…. I want you to fuck me while I fuck Vincent.”

Vincent raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” (*evil laughter*)

Zechs groaned, pulling Sephiroth close against him. “Yes…..oh yes…”

Sephiroth called for Vincent to come help him undress Zechs. (can I help too?)

Treize gently laid Tseng down, stroking his hair. “Beautiful one, what do you desire?”

“Just for you to touch me,” came the nearly breathless reply. “I want your hands on me.”

Treize nodded. “Hm.” He put one to his hands to the Turk’s mouth, letting one  finger slip inside. Tseng erotically sucked on that while the General skillfully managed to remove the older man’s boxers with one hand. (I think that’s what you really learn in military school. I bet zechs can do it too ^_~) Once the younger man was naked he breathlessly glided his eyes over the pale lean form, drinking him in. “Gods…..” he spoke softly, almost amazed. “You’re so amazingly beautiful, Tseng…”

The Turk moaned around the younger man’s fingers. “Treize,” the words were muffled but clear as he thrust his hips up urgently. “Oh please…”

Treize reached down and stroked the older man’s shaft, removing his fingers and replacing them with his mouth.  Tseng yielded to the movement of the younger man’s lips and whimpered as Treize stroked harder, wrapping his hands around the hardness and running his thumb over the tip. The Turk moved his hips in a smooth rhythm as Treize’s fingers moved faster,  kissing him deeper and more insistently, running his other hand through that long, black hair.

Sephiroth and Vincent found they were very distracted while undressing Zechs, and the lightning baron was quite taken with the sight of Treize and Tseng himself. Sephiroth whimpered at the sight of Tseng in such obvious pleasure and he unconsciously stroked himself, low moans escaping from the back of his throat as he did so.

Vincent looked over and, noticing what Sephiroth was doing to himself, grabbed his hand away and held it tight.

Sephiroth let out of a moan of protest.

“Control yourself, angel.”

The silver haired man went to reply but was cut off by the sound of Tseng’s loud groaning as he came, spilling his seed over Treize’s fingers and gasping for breath.

Sephiroth let out a partly muffled groan and tried in vain to free his hand from Vincent’s. (*sings* I can’t get no satisfaction!)

The general chuckled, licking the semen from his fingers as Tseng panted in the aftershocks of pleasure. “Mmm. Delicious.”

The lightning baron was finally freed of his clothing and Sephiroth took the opportunity to slide the younger man’s erection into his mouth, teasing Zechs a little. “Ah!” he gasped, arching his back. “Treize! Lubricant! Now!”

Treize smiled down at Tseng, who was still panting, and stroked his hair gently. “In a moment, Zechs.”

“Treize, NOW!” roared the blonde man.

His companion sighed in annoyance and reached under the couch and pulled out the jar which shimmered enticingly. “Such impatience.” He tossed it over to Zechs, who managed to catch it, even if he was flat on his back on the floor.

Vincent commented, “I hope Lark never looks under that couch.” (*blushes*)

“Hurry up with that, Zechs,” Treize requested, leaning over to brush his lips against the Turk’s. “I’m going to need that shortly.”

A lusty moan escaped from Tseng’s lips and his hands went for the clasp of Treize’s pants. “Too many clothes…”

“Ah… Sephiroth!” Zechs groaned, arching further into the silver haired man’s mouth. “I need that to fuck you with.” (I cannot believe I just wrote that!)

“Nice you know what you’re doing,” Sephiroth joked, freeing Zech’s erection from his mouth.

The blonde smiled and pressed the jar into the older man’s hand. “You use this. I have other ideas.”

“Which would—Mhnm!” The silver haired man’s words were cut off as Zechs slid three fingers into his open mouth, getting them wet with his saliva. He then removed him and got behind Sephiroth.

“Go ahead. Get yourself ready.” He inserted a finger not too gently into Sephiroth’s opening.

“Aah!” cried the older man, arching his back at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck you, Zechs!”

“I’m afraid you have it mixed up, my dear,” chuckled Zechs, sliding in another finger.

“Here, angel,” said Vincent, taking the jar from the silver haired man’s hands. “Allow me.” He opened the jar and scooped some on his fingers, reaching down to coat the younger man’s erection.

Treize slipped out of his pants and laid on top of Tseng’s body, kissing his forehead lightly. “You want me inside you?” (um…who wouldn’t?!)

“Oh, yes. Yes, please,” Tseng breathed. “You’re exquisite, Treize.”

The general smiled once more, gently. “Then I will be so shortly.” He turned his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he growled, “Zechs!”

Zechs had just finished stretching Sephiroth and had positioned himself to enter. “Shut up, Treize! I’m fucking as fast as I can!” With those words he slid all the way into the older man’s body, moaning loudly as he did so.

Sephiroth cried out too as he griped onto Vincent’s shoulders. The former Turk tossed the lubricant over to the general and turned around so his back was to Sephiroth.

“Angel, now. Go ahead.”

“Sephiroth you feel incredible!” gasped the lightning baron.

Sephiroth was gasping as he leaned over Vincent’ back, readying himself to enter Vincent. “Ah…Ugh… Vincent… Love… Yesss… Now?”

“Yes. Now. Please,” Vincent begged, shutting his eyes.

With an exceptionally loud cry, the silver haired angel slid into his lover, grasping his hips and panting as his senses were overwhelmed. “Ah… Incredible… Ah… So incredible…”

Treize wasted no time coating himself, and the Turk wrapped his legs around the younger man, looking up at him as the general entered a second finger. Tseng’s face contorted with pain, but he made no sound. He remained silent as a third finger slipped inside him, but Treize worked him, straining to hit the organ he knew would make the Turk react.

And it did. “Oh, Treize! Yes! That’s it! Right there!” he cried out, trying to shove the younger man’s fingers further inside him.

The general took the fingers away and quickly coated his shaft. “I’ve got something better than that.” With those words he grasped the Turk’s hips and sank into him.

“Aaah… Aaah…” gasped Tseng, breathing shallowly. “Oh… Treize…”

“Sephiroth,” Zechs groaned, “I can’t hold like this much longer. Are you ready?”

“Oh gods…” Sephiroth panted, still trying to make sense of it all. “Yeah… Ready…”

Zechs pulled out to the tip, and Sephiroth pulled out as well. As the lightning baron slammed back into the Jenova fused man, the momentum shoved him back into Vincent.

“Oh, shit!” Sephiroth cried, throwing back his head. They repeated the motions, Zechs practically growling as he did so. The green eyed man kept shouting curses while his lover moaned softly, begging for more.

Treize had begun thrusting into the Turk, gaining speed as the older man mewled below him, crying out louder as Treize grazed his prostate.

“Oh… Harder…” Vincent begged as Sephiroth reached to take his shaft in his hand, pumping him in time with his movements. Sephiroth slammed into him again as Zechs rode him hard.

“I—I can’t…” Sephiroth panted with a loud groan as the combined feeling of Zechs inside him and Vincent’s body too much to handle. “Oh… Gods!” He shook as he came, collapsing against Vincent. He moaned against Vincent’s back as wave after wave pulsed through his veins.

The feel of Sephiroth’s seed flowing into him triggered Vincent’s orgasm, and he cried as angel’s name.

It took only a few more thrusts for Zechs to come as well, and he slammed into the silver haired man once more, depositing his semen deep within Sephiroth’s body with a growl. Then he collapsed, and they all fell to the ground in a sweaty heap.

Treize was nearly silent as he thrust into Tseng. The Turk’s eyes were half lidded as he moaned his satisfaction. The general tugged at the other man’s shaft as he felt himself close to orgasm.

It didn’t take much more to push Tseng over the edge, and he whimpered Treize’s name as he came over the younger man’s fingers. With one more push inside the older man’s body, Treize came as well, groaning loudly before pulling out and laying besides the Turk.

For a few moments afterwards there was nothing but heavy breathing.

“Well…” sighed Vincent.

“Oh man,” groaned Sephiroth, still trying to catch his breath.

“We should spend more afternoons like this,” Zechs decided.

Treize and Tseng were kissing.

Vincent sat up, cocking his head to one side as he listened carefully. “Do you hear footsteps?”

Tseng broke off the kiss. “Footsteps?”

“Oh shit! I hear it too!” Sephiroth cried, frantically picking up his clothes.

The guys all scrambled to get dressed, but it was too late, and the door to the ramble room opened.

“I thought the show was really good,” Suzie was saying as she entered with Lark, who nodded in consent before she turned her attention to the room.

Her jaw fell open as she stared at the five naked guys, blushing as they tried to cover up.

“Apparently we missed the real show,” Suzie commented absently, eyes wide in amazement.

“I knew it!” Lark exclaimed. “That’s it! Next time you five are together, I’m not leaving!”

“Uh… It was an accident,” Sephiroth tried lamely.

“Can we get dressed now?” Tseng asked quietly.

Lark shut the door. “Go ahead.” She grinned.

The guys didn’t look completely calm, and they hesitated a good long time before gathering the rest of their clothes to dress.

Lark turned to Suzie, grinning like there was no tomorrow. “What do you think?”

Suzie blinked in amazement, a grin coming across her face. “Happy birthday to me.”