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[ they tell him he won't make soldier. no amount of training can fix a weakness of the soul. the mako doesn't agree with him - he's bedridden for three days after the initial test, and upon discharge, told he'll nnot be allowed to apply again. on the very same day he'd tendered his resignation, apologizing to his squadmates for letting them down, and left a message to the turk who had helped him on the trains as well as zack fair, thanking them for their belief in him, however ill-placed.

he was left with no choice but to improvise. there was nothing to return home to in nibelheim, no reason to quietly endure further ridicule and a lifetime of being ostracized, but no way he could live on the plate with the sky-high rent and the soul-sucking jobs requiring more skill than country boy can provide. he isn't the first SOLDIER washout to be too ashamed to go home, and he knows he won't be the last. the slums are full of them. he'd found himself lost, wandering lost in the shadow of the plate. sector five was bright and flashy but he wasn't equipped to deal with pickpockets and gangs. the better part of the day was spent utterly terrified, certain he was going to die here tonight and no one would ever know because he'd been too damn stupid to tell them his plans.

don corneo's men saw an easy mark for the coliseum. promising big money and a place to sleep - but a hand on his shoulder, a whisper in his ear, i could make you a star, darling - offered him something better.

andrea rhodea had smiled so charmingly and with such faith he'd decided he was in before he even heard the offer.

( they'd suggested claudia for his stagename, not knowing it was his mothers. he'd balked, almost shouting no, because while the rhinestones and glitter were rapidly becoming just another part of his world - he couldn't imagine the humiliation of anyone he knew knowing this. shame had consumed so much of his life, dictated so much of what he enjoyed - he refused to let it ruin this too. )

so cirrus was born. and cirrus was a fucking hit.

and he hadn't been lying. cloud's androgynous features were a smash with the customer-base. he was a quick learner, a hell of a dancer, and not too bad of a fighter. he was a star - and it came with glitz, and glamour, and gil, but no glory.

the usual showstopper was done for the night. cloud, center-stage, dancing to a flashy new routine in a uniform somewhere between the men's snappy suits and the women's bulky bee costume. he's fanning himself in the changing room, huffing out a breath as he counts down the minutes until the end of his shift, when one of the girls tells him he's been requested for a private show. ]


Seriously? I'm almost off the clock. Can't someone else -

[ it's someone important, she says, shaking her head. classified. you know what that means.

the blonde pulls a face.

don't worry, it doesn't look like an exec. she adds hastily. but you better move.

he sighs. turns back to the mirror to wipe away any evidence of exertion and heads for the room. ]

Date: 2020-05-08 03:42 pm (UTC)
beenhad: (im on tv)
From: [personal profile] beenhad
[ There is an amused quirk at the corner of Tseng's lips, as if he has not often had the occasion to be treated so forwardly. Usually, it's trembling fingers, bowed bodies, eyes squeeze so tightly shut. If Cloud was not already so far beyond them simply by virtue of his beauty, that alone would set him apart. ]

Very good.

[ Tseng does not have the occasion to make many corrections. The sway of Cloud's hips between his legs is perfectly on beat. The captivating cover of his blue eyes is exquisite. But still, he draws him nearer, inviting him on to his lap with one hand sliding under Cloud's thigh to support him. ]

Date: 2020-05-09 04:20 pm (UTC)
beenhad: (i am busy)
From: [personal profile] beenhad
That won't be necessary.

[ Unreadable as this man may be, direction is still needed. Tseng has always had a soft spot for trashy little upstarts in need of guidance. Cloud doesn't realize that all of his power in this room is commanded by his netted thighs and the slick silhouette his bodice cuts him, and that is a travesty.

Instead, he licks his lips to a razor's edge shine. Leans forward to breathe in the lovely heat at the base of Cloud's throat in a way that gives his kiss connection, an inextricable lock. And always, those hands on Cloud's hips are guiding him to rock this and that way, to lift upon his lap and descend slow, slower, the murmurs he's embedding deep into Cloud's skin reaching a particular vibrato when he gets it just right. ]

Date: 2020-05-15 04:23 am (UTC)
beenhad: (with this shit)
From: [personal profile] beenhad
[ Tseng's hands slide down to cradle Cloud's arching back. It's a solid, strong place to lean while he runs his mouth down Cloud's chest—down, down, and further still, until he's working his tongue between the unclasped part of his bodice. He hated it before, but he thinks he likes it now, the half-undone, trashy look of it.

The sounds Cloud makes are decadent. And they have only come this far; Tseng's head is swimming with possibilities. ]


What whorish sounds you make.

[ He says it the same way he's said everything tonight: a deceptive politesse in his tone, something that is too courteous to not be cut-throat. ]

Do you like to be treated like one too?

Date: 2020-05-15 05:49 am (UTC)
beenhad: (here we go again)
From: [personal profile] beenhad
Of course I do.

[ Spoken like it's obvious. He doesn't bat an eye at this obvious plaything speaking out of turn; if anything, that wicked sense of delight in his roaming gaze transforms into something more vivid, more intrigued.

And his hands are still gentle, even as they soar across the vulnerable netted flesh of Cloud's inner thighs, coaxing them open wider, until he's bowed and splayed across Tseng's lap. There is a very deep sound in the pit of Tseng's throat, which on anyone else would sound like approval. His is that, but something more, a different beast waiting in the dark. ]


I'm obviously going to tear you apart.

[ The fingers drifting down Cloud's chest do not pause in their descent; they sink lower, his palm clasping over the bulge in his little outfit. Those fingers beckon beneath him, stroking hard through fabric so that Cloud can really feel it through the barrier between them. Tseng starts rubbing him down, hard and soft at the same time, one arm hooked over Cloud's shoulder to keep him trapped in it. ]

I want you to hate how much you like it.

Date: 2020-05-19 02:20 am (UTC)
beenhad: (just pretend he doesn't exist)
From: [personal profile] beenhad
I want nothing from you but perfect candor.

[ There is an emphasis on 'perfect'—not overt, but a slight lean into each consonant until they become a collective hiss in Cloud's ear. His hands have slowed, turned to toying with the lovely impression Cloud's cock makes against the taut fabric of his uniform. That is where his gaze lingers for just a moment, as his fingers swerve and pull and crush with fine enough pressure to feel how engorged he has become. ]

Cloud.

[ he says, tongue sliding over his lips to wet them at the sight upon his lap. Tseng's hand drifts to carefully undo a button on his trousers and slide down the zip with a muted purr. His hands do not stay away for long; they flutter right back again, fingers tangling in Cloud's hair, one hand cradling his cheek as he presses him down. ]

Would you be so kind as to show me what you can do?

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