Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Last One ❯ Last One - 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

~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?

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: Yes, please!

~*~

Irvine frowned as a flash of light and the sound of a shutter brought him out of his slumber. He leisurely opened his weary eyes, to see Reno standing above him, smirking. Irvine jadedly cocked an eyebrow.

`That had better not been a camera that woke me, Reno.'

Reno snickered. `And if it was?'

Irvine yawned loudly. `I'll make sure you don't live to see graduation.'

Reno laughed. `Next time, try to make a threat when you aren't yawning! I might take it seriously then.' Reno walked out of the living room, leaving Irvine to glare at the red-head's back.

After five minutes of glaring at the doorway that the red-head exited from, Irvine stood from the sofa. His feet and ankles cracking into place. He ran his hands over his face, then through his hair. He felt something slimy on right corner of his mouth, and cursed to himself. He stormed into the kitchen, not noticing that Reno's parents were sitting at the table.

`You hold that photo against me, and they'll be needing dental records to identify you!'

Reno raised an eyebrow. `Dad, Mom, this is Irvine. He's my partner on the assignment. He's a little temperamental, but he's a good guy.'

Irvine looked at Reno's parents, blushing. `I am so sorry! I would never do that. It was only a harmless threat.' Irvine giggled nervously.

Reno's mother inclined her head. `It is all right. We are use to our son getting threatened. He usually gets three or four phone calls a day with people threatening him. I'm Rose. This is Daniel.'

Irvine shook hands with the older people, smiling politely. `Pleased to meet you.'

Reno rested his cheek on his fist, looking amused as Irvine squirmed beneath his parent's presence. He was debating on whether or not he should take a picture of Irvine looking so uneasy, but his parents stood.

`We're going over to the McMahon's. We'll be home a little after lunch,' Daniel told his son. `Will you be here?'

Reno shrugged. `Probably not. We're gonna finish the project at Irvine's tonight.' Reno looked at his nails boredly.

Rose walked over to her son, kissing the top of his red mop. `Behave and have fun, ok? It was nice meeting you, Irvine.'

Irvine watched as Daniel and Rose left the kitchen. Minutes later, the front closed, a car started and left the driveway. Irvine turned his eyes to Reno, who was lighting a cigarette.

`Didn't anyone ever tell ya smoking is bad?'

Reno snorted. `More than once. But I told them same thing I'm gonna tell you; if I wish to fuck my life up completely, you can do fuck all to stop me.' Reno blew the smoke into Irvine's face.

Irvine sat across the table from Reno. `You really don't care, do you?'

Reno inhaled, letting the smoke slowly leave his mouth, before exhaling it. `You've only just figured this out, Irvy?'

Irvine restrained himself from dragging Reno across the table, and beating him so badly, his face was the same color as his hair. `No.'

`It sounded as though you just had. So what time we leaving?' Reno took one, last, long drag of his cigarette before crushing it out on the tabletop.

`Whenever you want. Just as long as you don't do that to my kitchen table.' Irvine indicated to the butt on the table.

`I only do it because it annoys the fuck out of my parents. Give me five minutes to get everything ready.'

Reno stood from his chair, and left the kitchen. He dashed up the stairs to his room. Grabbing a duffle bag, Reno shoved clothing, and a few personal items into the bag, before zipping it shut, and left his room. He found Irvine waiting in the vestibule.

`Ready whenever you are, cowboy.'

Irvine inclined his head, adjusting his hat, before opening the door. He waited on the front stoop for Reno to close and lock the door, before they started leaving the property.

~*~

Cloud woke when he felt a weight on him moving. He blinked his eye several times, trying to remove the sleep from them, so he could focus on the brown mess resting on his chest. What the fuck happened? As he thought that, Squall stretched, inhaling deeply. The brunette raised the upper half of his body, and looked at Cloud.

Cloud realized that beneath the mink blanket, he was naked. `What did we do last night? And how many times did we do it?'

Squall got off Cloud, with a shrug. `I think it's better you don't remember.'

When off the sofa and Cloud, Squall stretched, before bending down and picking up his pants. He wasn't surprised when he was suddenly pinned beneath Cloud's body. He didn't bother to push Cloud away, especially when he left soft, warm lips on his neck.

`There is only one thing I remember about last night, Squall. I was about to leave, then you kiss me. After that, the rest of the night is a mystery. Why not help me to remember, Squall?'

Squall shivered at the way Cloud breathed his name into his ear. He had never heard it sound so, so…Sensuous. It sounded better when said like that, even compared to the way Cloud had called it out last night.

Seeing he wasn't getting much of a response, Cloud moved his lips from Squall's neck, to his chest. He gently nipped at Squall's left nipple, causing a pleasured gasp to leave the brunette's slightly pouty lips. Cloud smirked to himself, as he ran his tongue over the erect nub.

Squall inhaled sharply. `Is this your way of retrieving lost memories?'

Cloud pulled away, looking emotionlessly into Squall's clouded eyes. `Would you prefer to tell me then?'

`No,' Squall replied without preface. `This way is better, because I'm getting something out of it as well.'

Cloud smirked darkly. `Then tell me this; how did I act with you last night?'

A light frown came over Squall's boyish features. `What does- ' Squall saw Cloud raise an eyebrow, and sighed. `You were gentle.'

Cloud laughed at that. The only times he had ever been gentle in sex was when he was with: on some drug, or drunk. He would never be a gentle one during sex, and that was how he liked it.

`Did I miss the joke?'

With a shake of his head, Cloud replied, `Not the joke, just the punch-line.'

With that said, Cloud crushed his lips to Squall's, running his hands over the wiry torso of the brunette beneath him. As lean as Squall's body was, it was well muscled; which rippled under Cloud's hands. His lithe fingers brushed over Squall's nipples, emitting a groan from the brunette.

Getting his lips free, Squall looked lust-fully into Cloud's equally glazed eyes. Their erections pressed and rubbed against each other, causing them both to moan and hiss.

`I…suppose you're not…oh…gentle in bed?'

Cloud smirked, as he moved down Squall's body. He decided he'd let the brunette discover that for himself. A pink tongue flicked out, tasting and teasing the milky skin, causing the skin's owner to give a guttural sound of pleasure.

Glowing cerulean eyes glanced around, trying to find some form of lubricant. He looked around on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He saw a tube, and grabbed it. Four Seasons Water-based Heating Lubricant. Cloud smirked, opening the cap, and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, slicking the digits, before entering into Squall's opening.

Squall's eyes shot open. He thought Cloud was only joking when he said he wasn't gentle during sex. The wince was very slight as Cloud entered a third finger.

`You weren't…'

Squall broke off into a loud moan, as Cloud's fingers brushed over his prostate. Squall thrusted his hips down onto the invading digits, only to moan again.

`I never do joke when it comes to sex, Squally-boy.'

Cloud removed his fingers, not really caring if Squall was prepared enough. Lubricating his own erection, Cloud positioned himself outside of Squall's entrance. Clouded azure met clouded storm-cloud gray in question.

Squall gave a short nod, closing his eyes tightly as Cloud thrusted his entire length in. He wasn't sure whether or not to cry out in pain or pleasure. The tip of Cloud's erect organ was pressed against his prostate, but he was being stretched beyond his limits, like last night.

`Oh, yeah…'

Cloud's moan was low, but deep. He pulled out a few seconds after dissemination, and thrusted back in. He kept himself stable on his hands, which were on either side of Squall's head.

Cloud smirked as he watched Squall's face. The brunette was biting hard enough on his lower lip to draw blood. Supporting his weight on one hand, Cloud used the other to pry Squall's lip from between his teeth.

`Don't hold back. I want to you to scream out for me.'

`You…seem to be able to stay…nnhh…collected. Even while in plea-pleasure.'

Squall's reply was labored, due to Cloud's endless attack on his prostate. He let out a load moan, his legs tightening around Cloud's hips. He frowned when Cloud pulled away.

`What are you doing?'

Cloud sat on the sofa, as though he were about to watch the television, only he beckoned Squall to him.

`You're gonna ride me.'

`Am I just?' Squall raised an eyebrow.

Cloud smirked. `Its either that, or you can play with yourself, which I wouldn't mind seeing by the way.'

Squall's eyes narrowed, but he straddled Cloud's lap none-the-less. He felt Cloud move a hand to his own erection, steadying it so Squall could seat himself fully in Cloud's lap.

Cloud moaned as Squall impaled himself on his taut organ. He groaned softly, bucking his hips up, jabbing at Squall's walls. He knew the brunette would find the angle to make it more pleasurable for him.

`Are you gonna move anytime soon?'

Squall looked at Cloud, raising an eyebrow. He didn't know the blond would also be demanding during sex as well.

`I'll move when I'm fucking good and ready.'

Cloud's hips thrusted up again. Glowing sapphire watched as the brunette winced in slight discomfort.

`Don't be a jackass. Just fucking move.'

Stormy eyes narrowed, as a cold glare was thrown at the spike-haired blond, who snickered in response.

`Don't like being told what to do, Squally? Well, get use to it.'

Squall sighed, rolling his eyes, as he slowly raised up off of Cloud's lap. He lowered himself just as gradually, going to make Cloud pay for being so demanding.

Cloud smirked. `I don't care how slow you take it, Squall. I can just as easily change our positions, and put you through a world of hurt.'

Squall bit his lower lip. He had a feeling Cloud would stay true to that threat. He quickened his pace a little more, shifting to make his knees a tad more comfortable. Having changed his angle, Squall lowered onto Cloud's erection, the tip hitting his prostate.

`That's a good boy.'

Cloud ran his hand through Squall's hair, gripping it tightly. He pulled Squall's head back, exposing more of the pale throat. Cloud groaned deep in his throat, as Squall picked up momentum.

`Nnh…Cloud…'

Even though Cloud gripping his hair that tightly did hurt, still, Squall moaned like a cheap whore. For some reason, the pain only heightened his pleasure. He rode the blond faster.

Cloud watched as one of Squall's hands left his shoulder, and snaked towards his own erection. A lustfilled smirk came over the blond's lips.

`Eager to come?'

`You have no…fucking idea!'

Squall panted as he kept raising and lowering on Cloud's lap. He was beginning to tire, but he wasn't about to stop either. It felt too good to stop.

Sensing Squall's weariness, Cloud laid Squall on the sofa, and began slamming into the writhing body beneath his own. He gave out deep groans and growls, as he watched Squall's hand bring him more pleasure.

Cloud thrusted once more, before he pulled out. He circled his fingers around the base, and used the blanket to come into. He gave a soft moan, as his essence spilt onto the blanket. Through his high, he watched Squall's hand, which was moving faster and harder.

Squall didn't really care how wanton he looked to Cloud at this moment. All that mattered to him, was getting his release. His breathing was ragged, but he managed to give a loud moan when his semen erupted from the tip of his organ, to spill over his hand and abdomen.

Cloud groaned, watching as Squall milked himself. Tossing the blanket aside, Cloud laid atop the brunette, who was embarking in the aftermath of his orgasm.

`As nice as that was, I still cant remember what we did last night.'

Squall opened his eyes to slits. `Wanna go again?'

Cloud's only response was a smirk, as he ran his palm over Squall's still semi-hard penis.

~*~

Seifer sat up on the futon Sephiroth had laid out for him. He stretched before standing. He looked at the king-size bed, and saw that it was vacant and re-made. Seifer raised an eyebrow at that, and was about to make a snide remark under his breath, when Sephiroth's bathroom door opened.

Sephiroth looked up, to see Seifer standing. He lowered the towel he was using to dry his hair, as he looked into Seifer's eyes.

`Do you always sleep in this late?'

Seifer shrugged. `Yeah. Especially when I don't get to sleep until four in the morning.'

Sephiroth threw the towel over his shoulder, and adjusted the one around his waist. He went to his dressing table, and pulled out a pair of jeans, which were littered in studs and chains. He pulled them on under the towel, before letting the material drop to the floor.

`Its only quarter to three.'

Seifer nodded slowly, unable to take his eyes off Sephiroth's torso. It was almost a complete opposite, compared to his own. Sephiroth's was lightly tanned; while his own was a nice bronze. Sephiroth's was lean, and well defined; while his own was also well defined, but broader.

In the afternoon sun that filtered in through the large window in Sephiroth's room, Seifer was pretty sure he saw a small, gold hoop through the silver haired man's right nipple.

`Is something wrong, Seifer? You've been staring for a good five minutes now.'

Sephiroth didn't have to look at the blond to know he was being watched, he even had the towel over his face, hiding his smirk. It was feeling of a heated gaze over his body that gave it away.

`Did you get your nipple pierced?'

Sephiroth snickered to himself. He thought everyone had known about him getting his nipple. Well, everyone excluding his aunt and uncle, who he lives with.

`Yeah. About two years ago. I didn't know you were so slow to catch up with the gossip.'

Seifer cackled. `And I suppose you think you know everything about me, right?' Seifer raised a challenging eyebrow.

Sephiroth removed the towel, smirking at the blond. He did know more about Seifer, than what the green eyed man gave him credit for.

`Sure. You have a tattoo of the Jolly Rodger in the center of your back. As everyone can see, you have your tongue pierced, and you also got your dick done as well. Somehow, I wouldn't be surprised if you had “Welcome Aboard” tattooed on it as well.'

Seifer looked thoughtful. There was something he could do, just to piss his parents off even more. Even more than when he announced that he was gay.

`How did you get all that information? Especially the one about my dick being pierced.'

Sephiroth picked up the towel from his waist, and went into the bathroom. Putting the pieces of material in a basket, he walked into his room again, closing the bathroom door.

`Vincent. One way or another, he knows everything about everyone. Does it make you uneasy that I know so much about you, and you know jack all about me?'

Seifer glared into smug jade eyes. He shook his head, smiling sweetly.

`Hate to tell you this, but you know two things about me, Sephiroth; jack and shit, and Jack just left town.'

Sephiroth smirked, cocking an eyebrow. `That was cute, Seifer. Did you come up with that all by your lonesome?'

Seifer's eyes flashed with annoyance. There was almost no way of getting under Sephiroth's skin. But not only that, since they had this “truce”, he couldn't really start a fight.

`Lets just drop it, ok?' A nod. `Now, since I stayed in this hell-hole last night, why don't you come over to my shit-box?'

Sephiroth snorted. ` “Shit-box”? I like that one.' Sephiroth went to his closet. `Just give a minute to pack some gear, then we'll leave.'

`You're not even gonna tell ya aunt and uncle where ya going?'

Sephiroth tensed, even though Seifer was only joking. His aunt and uncle couldn't really care less what he did, as long as he didn't cost them a fortune with bail.

`Why bother them? Felicity is probably getting her “beauty sleep”, and Lawrence is probably fucking his secretary.'

Seifer folded the blanket he had borrowed, and shoved the futon back under Sephiroth's bed. He picked up the pillow, and placed it on top of the blanket, which he put on Sephiroth's bed. He watched as Sephiroth shoved bits and pieces into the bag.

`Grab the Eiffel Tower?' Sephiroth slung a strap of the bag onto his shoulder, and headed to his bedroom door.

Seifer slipped his feet into his shoes, and retrieved their project. He held it delicately as he followed Sephiroth out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front door.

They approached a sleek, red sports car. Seifer gave a low whistle as he looked the body of the vehicle over. The paint gleamed in the sun.

`Pretty.'

`Yeah, thanks. It was my Christmas present last year, even though I didn't have my license.'

Sephiroth took the central-locking, and alarm off. He opened the door for Seifer, who smirked as he got into the car.

`Don't even think of saying it. Get the rest of your leg in before I break it.'

Seifer shrugged, pulling his leg in. He raised his eyebrows when Sephiroth closed the door harshly. Nice to know he takes good care of his toys. Seifer rested back against the leather of the seat. The car had a nice scent to it.

`Nice smell.'

Sephiroth frowned in perplexity as he looked at Seifer. What is this guy on? Sephiroth inclined his head, pulling out his cigarettes, offering one to Seifer.

`Thanks.'

Seifer took the cigarette, and lit it when Sephiroth handed him the lighter. They sat in the car for a couple of minutes, smoking, before Sephiroth brought the vehicle to life. The engine purred like a kitten.

Putting it into gear, Sephiroth reversed with speed, noticing the bewildered look plastered on Seifer's face, causing him to smirk.

`Cant handle speed?'

`You're a fucking maniac, Sephiroth!'

Seifer braced himself, applying pressure to his feet as Sephiroth sped down the street. He kept the hand that wasn't holding the smoke, on their project. He suddenly wondered how many tickets Sephiroth had received for driving this way.

Sephiroth rounded a corner. He frowned when something hot hit his, still, bare torso. He looked down at his lap and saw Seifer's cigarette.

`What the fuck, Seifer? Get it off my dick!'

Seifer looked at where his cigarette landed, and smirked. He retrieved it, and let his hand sooth the slight burning it might have caused.

`I just wanted an excuse to touch your crutch. Is that so bad?'

The car clicked into gear as Sephiroth applied more pressure to the accelerator. He glanced down at Seifer's hand, but returned his attention to the road immediately.

`Why don't you try asking next time? Instead of trying to - '

Sephiroth slammed the breaks on, as a young mother with a carriage crossed the street. When she was finally out of the way, Sephiroth sped off again.

`That would have been the easy way. Besides, you probably would have said no.'

Seifer undid the flyer of the jeans, and slipped his hand into the opening, making sure his cigarette didn't cause anymore trouble. He somehow wasn't surprised when a knife appeared at his own groin.

`You do know that with a touch of my fingers, I could crash this car, right?'

Sephiroth glanced at Seifer from the corner of his eye. `And with a flick of my wrist, I could change or give you a religion, or even a sex change.'

Seifer's eyes widened, and he pulled his hand back. He took the last drag of the cigarette, and butted it out. He exhaled the last of the smoke, resting his against the seat.

`You really can be a wet-blanket.'

Sephiroth removed the knife from Seifer's groin. He folded it, and slipped it into the pocket of his jeans, as he flicked his butt out the window.

`I don't know about you, but I'm not ready to die.'

Seifer snorted. `Only the good die young, Sephy.'

`Call me that again, and I'll kick your sorry excuse for an ass out of this car. I have done it before.'

Seifer sighed. `Why does that not surprise me?'

Sephiroth glanced at the blond, shaking his head mentally as his eyes went back to the road. The rest of the trip was spent in silence.

~*~

Vincent's eyebrows drew in together, as light overtook the darkness. With a silent groan, he opened his crimson orbs, looking at Storm, who was standing at his window.

`Rise and shine, sleepy head!'

Vincent's face remained annulled of emotion, as he blinked his eyes slowly at the blond, who had just written his death note. Not even his parents disturbed him before seven in the evening.

`Do you want to live to see graduation?'

Storm raised an eyebrow in perplexity. `What do you mean?'

`No-one wakes me before the sun goes down. I don't get up before the sun goes down, except to go to school. Now close that damn curtain, and get out of my room.'

Vincent laid his head down again, trying to block out the sun. He cracked open an eye when a shadow fell over him.

`Come on! Time to get up!'

Storm tore the covers from Vincent's body, and stared. He didn't know Vincent slept in the nude. He scratched at his dirty blond hair as an awkward silence fell over them.

`Ahh…That's a, uh…Do you work out often?'

Vincent slowly sat up. True, he was in the middle of a really good dream when he was rudely awoken. He calmly looked at Storm, who's eyes were plastered on Vincent's erection.

`I will give you point seven of a second to run.'

Storm finally managed to rip his eyes from Vincent's erect penis, long enough to leave the bedroom. He closed the door, and smiled. Now, that is a piece of flesh I wouldn't mind having in me.

Vincent stood from his bed, going to the window, he violently pulled the curtains shut. He was going to slowly, and painfully murder Storm. Pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, Vincent opened his door, only to have Storm fall into his room.

A black eyebrow rose, as Vincent's crimson eyes looked into Storm's hazel green ones. He stepped over the heap, and walked up the hall, entering the bathroom. He was beginning to find Storm quite annoying, especially after interrupting that dream.

Storm's eyes followed Vincent, and he sighed, picking himself up off the black carpet of Vincent's bedroom floor.

`Thanks for the hand. Hope you didn't strain yourself.'

Vincent placed his hands on the tiled wall, letting the warm spray run down his back. He tilted his head into the oncoming water. Standing straight, Vincent applied shampoo to his strands. After rinsing the suds from his hair, he applied the conditioner.

While the conditioner set, Vincent washed the rest of his body, hissing as his hand brushed over his taut organ. Deciding he couldn't lose anymore of his pride than he already had, Vincent wrapped his soap-slick hand around his erection, pumping it quickly.

Closing his eyes, Vincent could see Kayne tied to his bed. His lithe body would thrash from side to side, as he tried to get his release. Vincent would stand at the foot of the bed, watching Kayne thrust his hips down onto the vibrating toy inside of him.

Vincent would watch for a few more moments, before crawling onto the bed, between Kayne's spread legs. He ran his tongue along the multi-colored haired boy's erection, making Kayne open his beautiful turquoise eyes, as he stared into Vincent's scarlet orbs. He would beg for Vincent to fuck him hard and long.

Vincent would comply to Kayne's pleas. Lubricating his own erection, Vincent would remove the vibrator, and enter Kayne in one fluent motion, groaning as the walls would cling to his own need. He rocked his member in and out of Kayne, going faster and harder, as Kayne would beg for it.

Vincent panted, running his thumb over the slit of erect penis. His body tensed, and he let out a deep sigh as he released. Vincent braced himself against the wall, as his knees felt like Jell-O.

When he was finally over his orgasm, Vincent washed his hands, then massaged what little of the conditioner that was left, through his hair again. He rinsed his hair, and washed his face, before turning the shower off and stepping out.

Vincent quickly towel dried his body, then pulled his robe on, using the towel to dry his hair as he walked out of the bathroom. When he got to his bedroom door, he saw it was closed, and he looked up and down the hallway. His eyes spotted Storm half way down the stairwell.

Cocking an eyebrow, Vincent walked into his bedroom, closing the door silently. He dressed in a pair of black jeans, and a red cotton, button down shirt. He exited his bedroom again, and sat beside Storm on the stairs.

Storm glanced at Vincent when the raven haired man sat beside him. He had been chewing on his nails since he left Vincent's room.

`Nervous about something?'

Vincent indicated to Storm's nails with a nod of his head.

`No.'

`Then why have you chewed away nine of your ten nails?'

`I need the fiber.' Storm sighed. `Actually, I wanted to apologize for waking you up, and embarrassing you.'

Vincent inclined his head. That was all Vincent had wanted from Storm, was an apology. Now that he had it, he wasn't going to hold any grudges.

`Are you hungry?'

Storm's stomach growled loud enough for the dead to hear it. With a nervous giggle, Storm wrapped his arms around his abdomen.

`Only a little.'

Vincent raised an eyebrow, before he stood. He walked down the stairs slowly, glancing over his shoulder he saw Storm still sitting on the step.

`Come on. I'll make you something to eat.'

Storm stood, and followed Vincent into the kitchen, where he sat at the table.

~*~

Kayne's turquoise eyes slowly opened as he felt the bed shift. He watched as Rufus got off the bed, and stretched. Kayne glanced at the clock on the bedside chest, and yawned.

`It's a good thing we're almost finished on our project.'

Rufus turned around, staring at Kayne, then smiled.

`Yes, it is. But a little fooling around never hurt anyone.'

Kayne scratched at his forming abdominal muscles, before he stretched.

`It would have probably hurt our grades, though.'

Rufus crawled onto the bed, and up Kayne's body, after he pulled the covers away. He licked the area that Kayne had just scratched.

`Like employers are going to interested in knowing that we know how to play with paper-maché, and make landmarks out of it.'

Kayne moaned softly. `Unless we're considering a career in art. Mmm…That's nice.'

Rufus's tongue dipped into Kayne's navel, running over silver bar he had through it. He tugged at the elastic of the boxers he lent the multi-color haired teen, who raised his hips.

Pulling the piece of clothing down slender legs to the knees, Rufus started licking down further, watching as Kayne's penis came erect. With a smirk, Rufus took the head of the shaft into his mouth, sucking hard on it.

Kayne gasped, raising his shoulders, but relaxed again. One of his hands gripped onto blond strands, urging that the owner of the hair took more into his mouth.

`Fuck, Rufus…Don't give me this bullshit.'

Rufus rolled his eyes, and pulled away from the erection. He removed his boxers, discarding them completely. He crawled over to the bedside chest on the left, and hunted through the top drawer.

With the position Rufus was in, it gave Kayne a chance to see the puckered entrance he would soon be in. He waited as patiently as he could, until Rufus handed him a tube.

`Took you long enough.'

Rufus only shrugged, as he changed his current position slightly. He faced the head of the bed, and waited for Kayne to begin the preparation. He felt the bed shift, and a presence behind him, then the two digits entering his passage.

Rufus winced slightly, but gradually became accustomed to the fingers in his behind, especially when they brushed over his prostate, making him cry out.

`Fuck me, now, Kayne!'

Kayne snickered. `I was beginning to wonder when you would ask.'

Removing his fingers from the blond's rear-end, Kayne applied a sufficient amount of the clear gel onto his erection. He hissed softly as the cool substance came in contact with his hot erection. Positioning himself outside of the opening, Kayne didn't wait for the ok, just entered, moaning.

Rufus bit his lower lip as his passage was being forced to accommodate the thick intruder. His hands gripped the sheet, as he tried to relax around the shaft in him. His breathing leisurely evened out, and he wriggled his buttocks, letting Kayne know he could move.

Kayne pulled out slowly; easing in at the same speed. He didn't want Rufus to go to the hospital. That would raise too many questions, and he needed the blond's help to finish the project.

Kayne changed his angle slightly, as he eased back in. He knew he had found the angle he was after, when Rufus let out a long, low moan.

`Like it there, baby?'

Kayne pulled only a little, and thrusted his erection into Rufus's prostate, listening to cries of pleasure. With a smirk, Kayne began thrusting at his own pace, which was rather a harsh pace.

Rufus clawed at the sheet as his prostate was constantly attacked without mercy. He could hear the pants and moans of the teen above him, which got him off more. Just for the fun of it, Rufus clenched and unclenched his walls around Kayne's member.

`That's different, baby…Keep it up.'

Kayne's thrusts got a little more violent. He wanted to feel those walls clamp impossibly tighter around his erection. He gently stroked the back of Rufus's head.

`Touch yourself, baby.'

Rufus nodded. Supporting his body on one arm, his other hand slipped down to his neglected erection. His fingers curled around the pulsing flesh, as he pumped it in time with Kayne's thrusts. His voice upped to a new octave as his pleasure doubled.

Kayne thrusted harder than he ever thought was possible. The bed sounded as though it were about to out from under them. It was creaking suspiciously, but Kayne didn't really care about that. The only thing he wanted was for Rufus to release so he could as well.

As if reading Kayne's mind, Rufus gave a cry as his essence spurted from his erection, and onto his abdomen and hand.

Kayne managed to last a little longer, continuing his thrusting into the convulsing body beneath him. Finally, he gave in, letting his semen coat the blond's inner walls. They both collapsed to the bed simultaneously, trying to regain themselves.

`When we can be bothered, I think we should start heading to my house soon.' Kayne rolled off Rufus.

`You mean; if we can be bothered. But we're showering first. Come on.'

Rufus got off his bed, beckoning to Kayne to follow him, which the multi-color haired teen did.

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Alright, that's chapter two, and no, this one hasn't been BETA either. A couple of reviews would be good, so I can have an insight on you people like, so I can work on it, and what you dislike so I can try to make it better! Anyway, reviews would be great!

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

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

~*Peace*~

^^ Auska.