Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Last One ❯ Last One - 1 ( Chapter 1 )

~Last One~

 

By: Aerys Krystie.

 

 

Theme: An AU FF7/8 crossover. Takes place at regular high school.

 

Plot: There are two major gangs in the school; The Fire Snakes and Rubi Fyre. They call a truce, and relationships spring up everywhere. What happens when the truce is broken, and they have to fight the people they gave their hearts to?

 

Warnings: Yaoi, language, sexual references, and most likely OOC-ness!

 

Disclaimer: I so totally to do not own Final Fantasy VII or VIII…I wish I had a Seifer and Sephiroth doll though!

 

Feedback: Would it kill ya?!

 

 

 

~*~

 

The students moved to the sides of the halls, as two groups of people walked down the center of them. As usual, the groups always formed a single unit, usually knocking anyone, who didn't get out of the way, out of their path. The leaders strutted down the hall, arrogance and power oozing from their bodies.

 

However, when the gangs met half way down one hall, they stopped. Glares were thrown about, along with insults. Fists would soon join. The leader of the Fire Snakes spoke first.

 

`Would you mind getting out of the way, before we remove you?'

 

The Fire Snake's leaders glowing jade eyes were hard, and his voice was sarcastic. This was not passed by the Rubi Fyre's leader. His own emerald eyes hardened to match the opposing gang's leader.

 

`We were here first. Why don't you move out of the way?'

 

The leaders had a glaring stand-off, which ended when the first bell rang. The other students quickly hurried off their classes, not really wanting to be around when the gangs got nasty. Deciding that this time it would be a stale-mate, the gangs passed each other. The members of the gangs had soften, if not lost, their glares. Now as they passed each other, they inclined their heads, going their separate directions.

 

A whistle sounded to the left of the leader of Rubi Fyre. Emerald eyes turned to the teen who had whistled. `You know, Seifer, this feud is ridiculous. Why can we all just be friends?'

 

Seifer shrugged, removing his denim jacket at the same time. `If the Fire Snakes wish to call a truce, then I will abide by it. Who do you have your eye on now, Kinneas?'

 

Irvine mimicked Seifer's earlier action with the shrug, only he kept his jacket on. `Only the spike-haired blond. He's a knock-out!'

 

Seifer refrained from rolling his eyes and shaking his head. `You want a truce, just so you can fuck the blond? You're disgusting.' Seifer walked into the male bathroom, lighting a cigarette once the door closed.

 

`A truce doesn't sound too bad, ya know, Seifer.' Kayne had joined Irvine and Seifer in the bathroom.

 

Squall, and Storm had disappeared to their classes. Irvine, Kayne, and Seifer never showed up to their classes until half way through the first period. But their grades were substantial. They weren't failing school, but they weren't top-of-the-class like Squall was.

 

Seifer leant against one of the basins, lazily inhaling and exhaling the smoke. `And why do you want a truce?' Seifer cocked an eyebrow as he looked at Kayne boredly.

 

`Because this feud is pointless. Just because you and Sephiroth have issues, doesn't really mean the rest of us cant be friendly.'

 

Seifer tried to ignore the point in Kayne's words. `Fine. Do Squall and Storm feel the same way?' The other two nodded. Sighing as he exhaled the last breath of smoke, Seifer threw the butt down and crushed it with his boot. `Fine. I'll talk to the snake at lunch. Now lets get to class.'

 

~

 

Lunch came too quickly, in Seifer's opinion anyway. With his usual smirk, and arrogant strut, Seifer strode up to the table where the Fire Snake's sat. Sephiroth was seated at the head of the table, who graced Seifer's presence with a glare.

 

`What do you want?'

 

Seifer stood and the end, glaring right back at Sephiroth. `My group wants to call a truce.'

 

Reno barked out a laugh. `Sure, man! Pull the other leg. It plays Jingle Bells.'

 

Seifer glared at the red-head. `It damn well better. Because if you don't shut your trap, you're gonna be listening to it for a while, with your foot up your ass.'

 

Sephiroth cocked an eyebrow, smirking. `I guess you were against this “truce” then?'

 

Seifer turned his eyes back to Sephiroth. `I don't exactly want a mutiny on my hands. Do you want the fucking truce or not?'

 

Sephiroth stood, the chains around his hips clinking together. `Since you called it, there are rules, you know.'

 

Seifer rested his hands on the edge of the table, as he lent forward. `It was my team that wanted the damn thing. None of them will break it.'

 

Sephiroth copied Seifer's pose. `Except you, of course.'

 

`What is that suppose to mean, Sephiroth?' Sephiroth's attitude was beginning to annoy the hell out of Seifer.

 

Sephiroth smirked, noticing Seifer's aggravation. `Exactly how it sounded, Seifer. It was your group who wanted the truce, not you. However, in order for this to work effectively, I'll need some time to think it over and talk it through my group.'

 

Seifer stood straight again. `Don't try anything slimy, you snake.' With that, the blond turned and went to his own table.

 

Sephiroth sat down, glancing around at his group. `What do you think of it?'

 

Cloud shrugged. `Your choice, Seph. I don't give two fucks either way.'

 

Vincent leant back in his chair, glancing at their leader. `I don't have a problem with it.'

 

Rufus yawned. `Its fine by me.'

 

Four pairs of eyes turned to the red-head, who was currently trying to open a sachet of ketchup. `Reno?' Sephiroth inquired, keeping the annoyance out of his voice.

 

`Hmm? Oh. Whatever. Works for me.' Finally getting the sachet opened, Reno squeezed the contents onto his hamburger.

 

Sephiroth watched for a minute, before shaking his head. `I assume it is settled then. From now on, I guess we have to be nice to that group.'

 

Vincent glanced at Sephiroth for a second from the corner of his eye. `Truces usually have that affect, Sephiroth. It's not a peace treaty or anything like that. We don't have to get along. We just have to not be so harsh in our ways.'

 

Sephiroth's eyes bored into the side of Vincent's head. `Very well.' With that, the silver haired male stood, leaving the table and cafeteria. There were things he needed to think through.

 

~*~

 

Irvine yawned loudly. He had been stuck at Reno's house for the last three hours, working on a project. Why in the world the teacher paired them up would remain a mystery, even to God. He glanced at his watch. It was only half past eight.

 

`Were you the one who wanted the truce?' Reno solicited abruptly, looking to Irvine's amethyst eyes.

 

`I was the one who mentioned it, yeah. But Storm wanted it before me.' Irvine dunked his hands into the bucket of water and glue, pulling out another piece of shredded paper.

 

`Hmm. Well, I suppose it's a good thing someone got it through Seifer's head to take action on it, otherwise we would probably never get this done!' Reno took the soaked strip of paper, and molded it with the others.

 

They had to choose a landmark and create it out of paper-maché. Reno had suggested a pyramid, and Irvine had agreed, thinking it would be easy. Who would have thought getting the base of the pyramid perfect would be so difficult?

 

Irvine sighed. `I thought making stuff out of paper-maché was what kids in the fifth grade did,' he grumbled, handing another piece to Reno.

 

`You have to admit, its better than writing a three thousand word report on the landmark.' Reno wiped his hands on the towel he had brought through when Irvine had arrived. `Why not take a break?'

 

Irvine smiled. `Yeah, that sounds great!' He took the towel from Reno, and wiped his hands.

 

`Smoke if you got `em.' Reno stood, yawning as he walked out of the living room.

 

Irvine took this time to look around. It was a spacious room, with two sofas and three armchairs. There was a large bay window to the right of the entrance, and a fireplace to the left of where Irvine was sitting. He was sitting at the end of a large chrome and glass coffee table, which was in front of a three seat sofa. There was no television set, which Irvine had noticed.

 

Reno returned to the living room. A cigarette between his lips, and a large glass in each hand, filled with a dark liquid. He sat at the opposite end of the table, handing one of the glasses to Irvine. `Don't worry, its only coke.'

 

Irvine eyed the dark liquid suspiciously. `What did you do to it? You poisoned it, didn't you?'

 

Reno shook his head, taking a drag of the cigarette. `Not my style.'

 

Irvine looked at the ice. `That ice is really glass, isn't it?'

 

Reno had to raise an eyebrow at that one. `If I wanted to slice your insides up, I would have used a knife instead of going through the trouble of making glass ice-cubes! There is nothing wrong with the fucking drink!'

 

It was Irvine's turn to raise an eyebrow. He hadn't meant to offend the red-head. `Sorry, man. I didn't think you'd get so worked up over it.'

 

Reno sighed. `Look. We got a truce and I'm gonna abide by the fucking thing, even if no-one else does, alright?'

 

Irvine took a mouthful of the cold liquid, sighing in contentment when he swallowed. `Why are you so eager to put up with this truce for?'

 

Reno's eyes hardened. `I've got my reasons. Why the fuck did you mention it to Seifer?'

 

`Because Kayne was right. This feud that's going on is because of Seifer and Sephiroth. No-one else should have to put up with it.'

 

`Hmm.' Reno thought it over, taking a mouthful of the coke. `So, are you saying that you and the others, minus Seifer, want to be friends with us?'

 

Irvine lazily raised his shoulders. `In a sense.' He took a large gulp of the drink, closing his eyes momentarily. `We all have our different reasons.'

 

`Does anyone even know why Seifer and Sephiroth have this little feud of theirs?' Reno had no idea why he asked that, and frankly, he didn't want to know either.

 

Irvine shrugged. `They have their differences. It's not uncommon.'

 

Reno quirked an eyebrow. `For two testosterone driven males to want to be the best, and in order to do that, they must eliminate the competition, you mean?'

 

Irvine stared. Obviously Reno had been paying attention in biology. `Somethin' like that. Seifer's always been bent on proving that he exists. I suppose him hating Sephiroth is just natural.'

 

`Besides the development of masculine characteristics, do you suppose testosterone is also responsible for impulses?' Reno kept his eyes lowered, feeling nervous for once.

 

Irvine frowned slightly, but shrugged. `I suppose. Depends on the impulses though. What impulses are you getting?'

 

Reno placed his half full glass on the floor beside the table. `Lets just get this finished.'

 

Irvine's eyes narrowed suspiciously at the red-head. `Yeah. The sooner its done, the sooner we can paint it and have it completed. I wonder how Squall's getting along with Cloud.' Keeping hold of his glass, Irvine dipped his hand into the bucket, handing Reno a strip of paper.

 

~*~

 

Cloud moaned as Squall sucked on his throat. They had called it a night, and Cloud was getting ready to leave when Squall decided to kiss him. It had taken Cloud completely by surprise, and that's hard to do, enough for Squall to lead the spike-haired blond to the sofa in the basement, and attack his throat.

 

Cloud wasn't complaining or anything, he'd had his eye on Squall for a few months. But it was just rather sudden. Even if it did feel good.

 

`Nnhh…Squall, wait, stop!' Cloud pleaded weakly, almost sighing in disappointment when Squall pulled away. `What are you doing?'

 

Squall shrugged. `I'm a hormone driven teenager, who wants to try something different.'

 

Cloud tilted his head to a side. `Try something different? What would that be?'

 

`I'm just curious on how it feels having sex with another guy. You've made it pretty clear your not completely straight.' Squall ran his tongue over Cloud's throat, up to his ear. He nibbled on the lobe while saying, `Why not give it a try? I hear its quite pleasurable.'

 

Cloud gave a contemplating moan. `I have no complaints against having a fuck with another guy. But I aint no-one's bitch.'

 

Squall smirked. `Good. I didn't want you to be my bitch.'

 

Cloud returned Squall's smirk. `I think I could get use to this.' Cloud brought Squall's lips to his own, kissing the brunette passionately, which startled both of them.

 

~*~

 

Seifer looked at Sephiroth. He was beginning to hate his English teacher for pairing them together. Even after both of them had protested against it. Deciding he could think of ways to torture the teacher later, Seifer glanced down at their model of the Eiffel Tower, and the surrounding buildings. They had half done the tower, before they decided it was time to take a break.

 

Sephiroth was sitting on his bed, while Seifer sat on the floor, with his back pressed to the side of the bed. They wanted to get this finished. As their teacher had been so gracious as to give them the long weekend to work on it. Seifer rested his head on the mattress of the bed, staring at the ceiling of Sephiroth's well lit room.

 

`Is everything alright?' Sephiroth moved onto his stomach, placing the ashtray on the floor beside Seifer.

 

`Yeah. Its just I could think of better ways to spend my Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. Playing with soaked and slimy paper was not one of them.' Seifer tapped the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray, taking another drag.

 

Sephiroth gave a soft laugh. `You are not the only one.' Sephiroth turned onto his back, letting his head fall over the side of the bed. His long hair tucked beneath his body. `What would you have done?'

 

Seifer looked at Sephiroth as he exhaled the smoke. `Probably found some cute chick or guy to fuck for the next three days. You?' Seifer took the last puff of his cigarette and crushed it out in the ashtray.

 

Sephiroth did the same. Except he blew his smoke at Seifer. `Probably would have ended up watching some porn movie, just to get me going before I called Rufus up. He's good for that.'

 

`We blonds are,' Seifer boasted proudly, before standing. `Where's the bathroom?'

 

Sephiroth pointed to the door across the room from the foot of his bed. `Be quick. If we do most of it tonight, we can finish it off tomorrow and have Sunday night free.' Sephiroth got off his bed, and began removing the clothes he had worn to school.

 

Seifer glanced at Sephiroth's torso as it was revealed to him. He had to admit, the silver haired man had gorgeous upper-body. Realizing what he was thinking, Seifer quickly hurried to the bathroom.

 

Sephiroth raised an eyebrow at Seifer's, suddenly, quick exit of the main room. Shaking his head, he removed his pants, and pulled on a pair of black jeans, and a white t-shirt. He sat down at his desk, which he had moved so that he and Seifer could work properly, and picked up a strip of slick paper from the container.

 

Sephiroth had almost completed the rest of the tower when Seifer emerged from his bathroom. Sephiroth fought hard to keep the smirk from his face when he saw Seifer's. The flushed look was a dead give away on what took Seifer so long.

 

`That must have been the longest piss known to man, Seifer.' Sephiroth applied another strip of paper to the Popsicle stick they had used for the frame.

 

Seifer gave Sephiroth a bored look. `Sephiroth, I know you know, and I'm not ashamed of it, alright?'

 

Sephiroth glanced up. `Know what, Seifer? That you just jacked off in my bathroom?'

 

`What?'

 

Sephiroth shrugged. `Look, when it comes to masturbating you're fucked either way. You're a liar if you say you don't, and you're a fool if you say you do.'

 

That snide shit-head! `But some people actually don't feel the need to masturbate, Sephiroth. They are too involved with their sports, or studies, or whatever to think about pleasure.'

 

`Lets just get this finished, huh?' Sephiroth watched as Seifer got a strip, before getting one himself.

 

~*~

 

Storm yawned. `Are we done yet?' The only thing Storm saw paper-maché good for, was to throw at people, causing as much pain as possible.

 

Vincent glanced at Storm. `We're no where near it.'

 

Storm groaned, resting his elbows on the table top, pressing his forehead to his wrists. `Whose bright idea was it to do the Sphinx anyway?'

 

Vincent stopped working, and leant back in his chair. `Yours, I believe.'

 

`Why didn't you suggest something more easy?' Storm looked accusingly at Vincent.

 

`I suggested the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but you decided we were doing the Sphinx, and that was all there was to it.' Vincent stood from him chair, going across the kitchen to the refrigerator. He pulled out a couple of cans, and went back to the table, handing one to Storm.

 

`Cheers.' Storm opened the can, swallowing half of its contents with one mouthful.

 

Vincent raised an eyebrow. `That's quite a mouth you have there.'

 

Storm smirked. `You'd be amazed at what else it can swallow that easily.' He finished the liquid of the can, and stood, putting it in the trash, before stretching.

 

`Would I just?' Vincent took a small mouthful of his drink, watching the way Storm's muscles rippled beneath his muscle shirt.

 

Storm shrugged. `Probably not.' He sat down at the table, and looked at the clock on the microwave. `Is it alright if I crash here the night? I'm way too tired to go anywhere else right now.'

 

Vincent glanced at the clock, seeing it was going on to quarter past one. `If you don't mind sleeping on the sofa.'

 

Storm beamed. `Sounds damn good to me! Uh, by the way, where are you parents?'

 

Vincent's eyes hardened, and Storm noticed. `We had better get you set up.' Placing his can on the table, Vincent stood and left the kitchen.

 

Geez, wonder what he's hiding. Storm jogged after Vincent, following the raven haired male up the stairs to the second floor.

 

~*~

 

Kayne moaned, running his hand through Rufus' sweat soaked hair. They were currently on the work table, that belonged to the blond's father, in the garage. Kayne was on his back, while Rufus rode him. Kayne changed their positions, thrusting in and out of Rufus, hard and fast.

 

They had been doing this for the last three hours, neither of them were going to come before the other. Kayne looked at Rufus' face, and smirked. One of his hands snaked down to the blond's neglected erection, and began to pump it in time with his thrusts.

 

`Uh…C'mon, baby. Come for me.'

 

Rufus was screaming out in pleasure. With every thrust, the multi-colored haired boy nailed his prostate. He was having a hard time to trying to hold off with the hand around his member, though. With one final thrust from Kayne, Rufus threw his head back and came over both their abdomens, and Kayne's hand. He could still feel Kayne thrusting.

 

A few minutes later, Rufus felt a hot substance fill his passage, and the boy collapsed atop him. When the after effects of his orgasm had died off, Kayne gently removed himself from where he was still buried within Rufus, and knelt on the table.

 

`Remind me again why you did that?'

 

Rufus shrugged, getting off the table, and pulling his clothing back on. `Does it really matter? We both had fun, and now its time to take a shower. I'm pretty sure I've got some clothes you can borrow to sleep in.'

 

Kayne watched Rufus walk towards the door that led to the kitchen. Hopping off the table, Kayne pulled his pants on, knowing they could finish their project tomorrow. Right now, a hot shower sounded good. Topped off with at least fourteen hours sleep.

 

Rufus led Kayne through the house, and up the stairs to his bedroom. He faced the other male. `Where did you learn to hold out like that?'

 

Kayne raised an eyebrow. `Seifer can be a pretty cruel bastard in the sack when he wants to be. Two out of three times we had sex, I was wearing a cock-ring. So, I learnt to divert my attention to something a little less pleasurable.'

 

Rufus inclined his head. `The bathroom is across the hall from here. You should find towel and a robe in there. I'll meet you back in here.'

 

Kayne nodded, leaving the room, closing the door quietly. He went into the bathroom across the hall. He didn't bother to take any notice of the décor. The only thing he saw, was the shower, and he looked forward to spending a long, long time in it.

 

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Ok, that's the first chapter, and for those of you who have noticed, no, this was not BETA, alright? Its like nine thirty in the morning here, and I've been doing this for the last three hours. So, tell me what you think of it and I'll post chapter two as soon as possible!

 

::.Beat of the rising sun, beat of the rising sun

You gotta feel the dance, its always in your heart.::

 

~*Peace*~

 

^^ Auska.