Best Friends

"When I was young, since we where babies, I guess, I used to play with Rufus. We would wrestle, and go on elaborate imaginary 'adventures'. Silly really," Sephiroth smiled in a way she didn't quite recognize.
"Not at all. Go on."
"Well, he was the only boy my age I knew. We were best friends. Well, sometimes... Sometimes we would... Play some quite different games. There was this bush, we pretended it was our playhouse. We played parents, and house. Quite girly games."
"Nothing wrong with that. I'm sure plenty of boys want to do that sometimes. So far this isn't sounding very terrible."
"I assure you, it's going to be the worst thing that ever happened to me."
"What about your cat?"
"My cat turned out okay. Way better than I did, anyway. Not even slightly emotionally scared. It's probably the most cool and hardcore cat on Gaia.

"We even dressed up as women sometimes. Made our clothes look like dresses and put mud on our face... Rufus didn't have his own makeup, and it would look pretty odd when Hojo picked me up. We where always out in the garden, dirty faces where to be expected. Ended up sharing a bath almost every week."
She giggled.
"Well, once we went into our little playhouse and... well, I was fifteen, almost sixteen, I was sort of grown up."
"So you didn't want to play mummies and daddies?"
"We made out," Sephiroth said bluntly.
"Oh."
"Probably for hours. I don't know."
"He didn't mind?"
"Loved it. But anyway... somehow, Hojo knew. I read it in one of his journals. 'Sephiroth almost old enough to breed, might be almost completely worthless if he turns out bent. I'll show him how they treat people like that in Soldier. He wants to be a SOLDIER badly, he won't let anything get in the way of his ambition.' Something like that, anyway."
"That's terrible. What happened?"
"I got to watch an entire unit kick the shit out of a faggot before their general threw them out of SOLDIER."
"Must have been pretty emotionally scaring if you're gay and want to be in SOLDIER."
Sephiroth seemed to totally loose control of himself. "I'm NOT gay. Fuck off, quit being so fucking understanding. shut the fuck up and feel sorry for someone who needs it. Like Cloud. He's gay."
"Bad Sephi, no. Friendly discussion. No yelling, no verbal abuse, no assault, no threats, no hurting people."
"Fuck off."
She sighed, "Just tell me the rest of the story?"

Sephiroth got some tissue from the dispenser beside him, and went to wet it in the sinks. He gently cleaned the cuts on his new friend's naked body, swearing when he got bits of tissue stuck in the shallow wounds. The boy seemed a little dazed, and his eyes where streaming with tears. Sephiroth didn't know his name. When he was satisfied he had done all he could on a practical level, Sephiroth held him and stroked his head. While it instantly seemed like a stupid idea, he felt the urge to kiss him. He couldn't resist it. He was never good at resisting urges, even when compassion and empathy where natural to him, simple decency eluded. The kid wasn't badly hurt. Sephiroth held him against the cubicle door, and kissed him deeply on the mouth. He removed his coat and put it on the toilet seat without taking his lips away. He felt flushed, his skin was quite red. Whether it was warm in there, or it was purely from arousal he couldn't tell. The kid wasn't badly hurt. Sephiroth opened his trousers. He had no idea what he was doing, but he pushed his erection against the boy's stomach. The silly creature was still crying, but he didn't protest, and his body betrayed an interest. Sephiroth experimented with rubbing their warm shafts together. It felt good, really, really good. The older boy held Sephiroth to him, they kissed frantically as Sephiroth thrust his hips rhythmically. Eventually the pleasure was too much for Sephiroth and he finished, too weak to continue with the repetitive motion, he began to lick and stroke the other boy's cock. It wasn't long before his endeavors bore fruit and he was surprised to find he quite liked the taste. When they'd caught their breath Sephiroth gave the boy his coat. He might as well save the kid the humiliation of walking home naked, even if it earned him a beating.
The boy spoke, tearing him away from more melancholy thoughts, "will I ever see you again?"
Sephiroth thought for a moment, "Sure. In a couple of years I'll be a general here. Keep strong and apply then."
"What's your name?"
"Sephiroth. Sephiroth Gast. Pleased to meet you."
"Zacks. Pleased to meet you. You'll remember me?"
Sephiroth laughed, "Sure."

Aerith couldn't stop laughing. Sephiroth telling a gritty lovestory in such a matter-of-fact tone... Actually the poor psychopath seemed a little hurt by her laughter. "Well, that was very detailed... but your point is it didn't help, right?" She said, eventually.
"No, sex with Zacks didn't make me any less gay. Hojo's an idiot." This set Aerith of in another fit of giggles. For such a serious, fucked up forty year old, Sephiroth had the mind of an innocent child.

"Sephiroth, kiss me." At the age of 16, Rufus already expected unwavering obedience. Sephiroth smiled. Then tackled him. After wrestling him to the ground, he granted the request. It was a beautiful summer's morning, they where out of sight in the dense hollow foliage of their private space, they could do whatever they wanted. Pretty soon the pair were topless, slowly discovering what could get a shudder or moan out of their friend. Sephiroth drew away. Rufus tried to sit up under his bulk, to continue with their kissing, but he was overpowered. Sephiroth teased him, stroking his nipples and pulling "come and get me" sorts of faces. When Rufus was totally enraged, in traditional spoiled brat manner, he swooped in and kissed him again. Smiling, he whisped "I love you." That shut Rufus up, momentarily. Then he shouted at Sephiroth to get off him. When Sephiroth obliged, he ran off, and they commenced a usual routine of playfighting. When Sephiroth had beat Rufus for the third time, he dragged his struggling body back into the comfortable darkness of their "playhouse". Actually, there was a real playhouse, but it was mostly full of toys Rufus had played with once then abandoned. The bush was more fun. For a while they did mocking villain monologues and Rufus was Sephiroth's prisoner, for the purpose of annoying him, Sephiroth had decided he was a princessy kind of prisoner. She had, of course been captured after totally foiling Sephiroth's evil plan of world domination, so now, Sephiroth had nothing to do but...

"Take your clothes off." Sephiroth's voice was barely a whisper, and it cracked slightly as he spoke. Rufus laughed at the unexpected change of tone. He stood up, and began to do an attempt at sexy striptease dancing. Sephiroth managed to contain his laughter in a smile, but the act was pretty effective.
"Your turn." he said, when he sat back down on his jacket, wearing only socks. Sephiroth didn't have the confidence or imagination to make it interesting, so he just slipped out of his trousers and pants simultaneously. His skin flushed. He felt sort of exposed and inadequate next to Rufus, despite having by far the more muscly frame and larger penis. Rufus was even more afraid, although he didn't show it. Sephiroth was watching him seriously and attentively. Having much more liberal parenting and freedom Sephiroth could only imagine, Rufus had actually watched the odd gay porn movie out of curiosity. Sephiroth had make-up and perhaps one homosexually orientated magazine, but he certainly didn't have a flatscreen in his room.

Sephiroth moved very close, and Rufus stoked his almost elbow-length hair. They kissed a bit more, but he was getting tired of that and started pleasuring his friend in the way that worked for him. Rufus mentioned the gay porn.
"I'll have to watch that later," he mused. Nervously Rufus suggested they go and watch it now, but Sephiroth was having no diversions. "I don't really know much about... tell me what they do." Rufus explained anal sex, partly with gesture and frequently missing out words he couldn't bring himself to say.
"You want me to do that to you?" For some reason, there was no question of Rufus doing it to him. Rufus nodded, slowly. He managed to twist out of Sephiroth's grasp enough to put a hand into his jacket pocket and find the condoms he always kept there. He handed them to Sephiroth.
"What the fuck? Are you ovulating, princess?"
"Lubricant. And protects against STIs," Rufus said, drawing partly apon knowledge Sephiroth had missed out on by not going to school.
"Point, I don't want your STIs," Sephiroth laughed.
"Screw you!" Reluctantly, Sephiroth let Rufus put the condom on him. He didn't know who to do it himself, and wasn't about to waste time reading the instructions. Sephiroth tried to enter him but Rufus cried out in pain.
"This is stupid. Turn over." Rufus scrabbled onto his hands and knees. It hurt slightly less like that, and soon his moans were all pleasure. Sephiroth had the foresight to move their clothes away before Rufus got cum on them. Mud was one thing, ejaculate was slightly more revealing. Sephiroth's ability to delay his orgasm had increased exponentially but he finished only seconds after Rufus.
Sephiroth collapsed, half on top of Rufus, breathing heavily. "Okay, princess, you have weakened me with your sexual powers, now you will undoubtedly escape from this prison...."
"You're lying on my clothes." Rufus panted weakly.

"Is this going somewhere?" Aerith asked, as nicely as she could, "I mean, it's a lovely story but..."
"Shush, I'm getting to the traumatic bit."

Sephiroth heard Hojo calling him. He was still naked, and could barely stand. "Fuck. Rufus, get dressed. Now." They both got themselves decent as quickly as possible, and ran up to the house. Hojo looked pretty annoyed at the wait. He practically pushed Sephiroth into the house, where they bumped into Shinra. Hojo bowed and greeted him.
"My you two are filthy," he said, addressing the boys, "Hojo, how about you and I have some coffee and maybe something to eat while these two get cleaned up?"
"I am perfectly capable of cleaning my own charge, thankyou." Hojo replied curtly. It was odd for him to be so unpleasant, something must have really got to him.

The journey back to the lab was made in total silence, but as soon as they got back to Hojo's quarters Sephiroth was thrown to the floor. It was laughable that Hojo might be able to topple Sephiroth, but the boy knew it was easier to just go down. One pointed black boot was placed on his chest.
"What did you and Rufus do today?"
"Nothing, I... "
"Look at you. You think I don't know? You smell different, there's mud under your clothes. You disgust me." With that he grabbed Sephiroth by the hair and dragged him into the bathroom, where he stripped him down and blasted him clean with the cold shower. Then he stood in thought as Sephiroth shivered. He picked up a pair of scissors that must have come out of the medical kit. Forcing the boy up against the sink he began to cut his hair. Sephiroth watched the mirror in horror as his beautiful silver hair was reduced to an uneven fuzz. Hojo was so angry, vicious and out of contorl he cut Sephiroth's scalp. When Hojo was done, he sat on the toilet and cried untill he was escorted to his room. The bed had been stripped to it's bare metal frame, his clothes removed from the draws and Hojo began to go through his personal possesions. Sephiroth was rigid with fear. He knew that in those few draws his already enraged carer would find all manner of incriminating objects. He lay down with his face to the ground- on the reasoning that this was Hojo could kick him in the ribs without having to push him over. Hojo merely through the panties aside in disgust, turning and watching Sephiroth's face for trace of shame. Then he came across a dirty magazine- he turned a few pages, silently, before deciding such a thing merited a kick. He then failed amusingly to tear the magazine in half, and threw it out of the room, where he would doubtless read the entire thing before disposing of it. When he found the makeup, he gave a cry of frustration.
"So, when I'm not around here you make yourself up like a whore and prance around in women's underwear?"
For a few seconds Sephiroth was scared Hojo might kill him, then he realized he didn't care. He nodded, despite the fact he was quite sure he never pranced. With further sobs of annoyance, Hojo threw eye-shadows across the room, crushed powder and blush compacts on the dresser, snapped an eye-liner pencil and forced a lipstick into the mirror. He left the room with air smelling of talcum and the floor dusted with blue powder. He slammed, locked and bolted the door and informed his prisoner that he would let him out in a month. Sephiroth knew he wouldn't eat for at least a week. Still wet and shivering, he sank onto his metal bed and tried, fruitlessly to cry some more. When the air had dried him, he got up and started trying to scrape some eye-shadow together. He sharpended three ends of the eyeliner, dusted most of the face makeup back into it's rightfull containers and topped one up with some talc. He had spend an age studying discarded copies of women's magazines and experimenting to get decent at applying it all. He had never been great at it, hampered slightly because the thought of a makeup brush never occurred to him. He smudged some of the lipstick onto his face and used the mascara that had been left unnoticed at the back of the draw. He then put on some panties, ironically the only clothing he had left, and tired to get to sleep on the floor.

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